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She had lips I could kiss for about a year solid. I stared at her mouth on the screen, watched her shout, scream, and scowl at the enemies around her. Her name was Sarise, and the game was Kiss of the Red Blade. It was a game developed by a British studio and based on Japanese history. Sort of. Sarise had an English accent, lilting but not Irish, succulent but not Welsh. Her voice was lavender velvet except when she yelled, when it cracked, turned rough, hoarse, almost like a boy in puberty.

Her shouts, though made in anger during a fight, had for me become erotic. I imagined her making those shouts while writhing beneath my lips. I dreamed of our bodies locked together, her skin sweating against mine, with my mouth locked to her nipple. That nipple would be small, dark, a succulent cinnamon brown against her honey-glaze tan. I could see it in my mind, feel her beneath my tongue, the tiny nipple of a teenage girl on the modest breasts of an athletic warrior woman I could not stop fantasizing about.

It didn’t help that I played the game at least an hour a day, and had for several weeks now. I had watched the game’s screenshots evolve online during development, when Sarise went from a busty, blonde, Viking-chick to the exotic, red-haired, tanned vixen she was now. I watched her powerful, two-handed sword combat grow into the sleek, elegant kenjutsu I saw when I played her. I had drooled over the pictures before her arrival, and now that she was in my life, I was obsessed.

Sarise. Let me find you, make love to you, worship you. Let me taste you, inside and out, let me, humble, entry-level data processor me, tease you into wanton ecstasy.

I dreamed of her at night. I daydreamed at work. I lusted after her on the bus-ride to and from the offices. I sang love-songs to her in the shower. I whispered to her on my pillow as I rocked myself into silent orgasms each night. God, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I guess it’s good for her she was fictional. No, good for me. Getting arrested as a stalker would definitely blow my next raise, and might even get me fired.

I first saw the real Sarise when I left my offices one evening. I had worked later than usual to meet the next morning’s deadline. I was brain-dead, exhausted from sitting in that useless chair all day. My ass hurt. My back hurt. My head throbbed from the dual white glare of monitor screen and the obscene fluorescent blaze from the office lights filling every other panel in the ceiling. I slumped in my walk on my way to the elevators, and leaned against the opposite wall while the car made its way up fifty floors to me.

The gentle swish of long skirts alerted me that someone had approached. I glanced over towards the woman, then looked quickly back at the floor. Her hair was honey-blonde, not the rich mahogany of Sarise. Instead of a luscious, honey tan, her skin was pale, like mine. Yet, her face was Sarise. Her full lips gleamed as she sipped at a straw in a bottle of water. Her eyes were the same dazzling blue. She had that identical, long, narrow, Greek nose. Her hair, nearly long enough to reach her ass, hung in a multitude of tiny braids. Each braid was tipped with a wooden bead, some light, some dark, and the beads clicked together when she walked.

“Hi,” she murmured as she took up a position a few feet away, her back to the wall and her other arm loaded with several thick binders. Her skirt was thin cotton, knitted along the bottom for texture, and slightly pleated beneath the waist. It rolled like an accordion around her legs, in deep, chocolate, tie-died hues. Her top was also crinkle-textured cotton, with a low, square, crochet neckline. The rich cream color contrasted with the brown skirt. Her pale chest showed almost no cleavage; her breasts were small. Modest. Like Sarise.

I looked into her eyes. It was Sarise. I couldn’t look away. Her eyes narrowed, and suddenly she signed something to me. What depth of sensitivity had led her to the conclusion that I was deaf? What level of staring had I exhibited to force her down that path? I’m an idiot. I admit it. But I couldn’t look anywhere but her wondrous visage.

“I’m not deaf,” I stammered.

Her eyes narrowed again. My staring had to be annoying. I looked away. God, she was so beautiful. Those lips. I could kiss her a thousand times, then do it all again.

“I’m Alexia,” she told me. Her voice was like Sarise’s too. Pure velvet, dark, throaty, with a bit of an accent. I couldn’t place it. Not English. Not European. It tickled my ears, made my spine itch most pleasantly.

What would that luscious mouth feel like on the back of my neck, just beneath my hair?

“Camille,” I said back. I should have said something funny. I’m good at playful self-mockery. I stared at her face again.

With a shocking abruptness, I realized she was returning my gaze, unabashed, unashamed, and decidedly not offended. I looked sinop escort away quickly and thought I had gotten what I deserved.

The elevator was only half of its long, extra-orbital transit to our floor.

“What do you do here, Camille?”

She was baiting me. Tomorrow I would find a sexual harassment charge on my desk.

Trying to speak while staring into her eyes brought a stupid stammer to my words. “Data processing for Spinkle.” I gulped. Why had it taken me three tries to say it?

“Really?” Her grin was infectious, but I was getting nervous. But even unhindered trepidation could not keep my eyes from her face when she spoke. “I work up in accounting. How’s the office life on your floor?”

A deep breath reconnected my brain to my lips and vocal-cords. Why did I have to think about what her lips would feel like against mine? “Oh, you know – fifty men, one woman, and I’m an outsider. I’m not related to anyone, I don’t go to church or bowl with anyone. Quiet little me. Oh, they’re nice enough, I suppose.”

Alexia grinned. “If you watch them the way you’re watching me, they might simply be afraid.”

Afraid? I was so busted. The only question was which particular flavor of busted. The best I could hope for was a simple accusation of rudeness. “Afraid?” I asked aloud.

Alexia slid closer on the wall. “Yes. You look starved, Camille.” I loved hearing my name on her lips. Her soft voice rolled along the wall between us, caressed my ears, hinted at the brush of her lips across my cheek. “I’d imagine they take you for a cannibal.”

I must have turned pale. I looked at the floor. Such an idiot.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

She laughed softly. “No, I like it. You’re forward with your feelings, when you dare to talk. I can see your shy nature like a pop-up banner from AOL.”

She was so close. Sarise in mortal form. I could touch her, if I just stretched out my arm.

“Your boyfriend must be a lucky man,” Alexia continued. Now, looking back, I see her gentle voice in a probing question. At the time, I fell for it.

“Oh, no boys for me.” Not as if they hadn’t asked, but I never accept their proposals for dates. I had tried, early on, and had no stomach for men. Actually, I really don’t hang out with anyone. It’s mostly just me and Sarise. It was lonely before Sarise.

The elevator pinged.

“Looks like our ride is here,” Alexia murmured, and strolled across the hall as the doors opened. The carriage was empty, and she held her hand over the door for me.

“Are you coming, Camille?”

I swallowed. She was confident. Assured. And beautiful. I felt ugly. Clumsy. Stupid.

Once I was inside the elevator, she pushed the button for the first floor. I settled against the back of the elevator for the long ride to the ground. To my surprise, Alexia set her binders on the floor and walked up in front of me. Her hands went around my waist. I stared at her in shock and clutched my purse close to my chest.

“Wha – what are you doing?”

Her answer was a smile, and she leaned close. I turned my face away from her. Why? I don’t know. She kissed my neck instead, those perfect lips feasting on my skin, directly beneath my ear. I took a deep breath. Something inside me screamed to push her away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. A louder voice screamed for me to rip off her clothes. Her mouth sucked at my neck, trailed moist, open kisses down to my collarbone. My nipples stung, they had tightened so much. Somewhere in my belly, a stoked fire roared to life, burst into my cervix and flooded my vagina with liquid heat.

Alexia took my purse, set it on the floor beside us. Her lips locked to my chin. I tilted my head back, panting with the sudden lack of oxygen in my body. My breasts ached to be held. They tingled. I so wanted her to cup me, to lick them until I screamed.

As if reading my mind, she traced a finger along one mound, and I savored her touch across the swell of my bra. Her lips munched up from my chin, made a gentle offering to my mouth. I let her lips touch mine without my moving. She kissed me once, twice, then sucked my bottom lip between hers. Her finger slid over to the buttons on my blouse, slipped between the buttons, into the opening, where my skin was now clammy with sweat from my urgent need. Up and down she stroked with one short, petite nail, grazing the bony center of my chest before bringing both her hands up to unbutton my shirt.

I reached up to her hands with the initial plan to stop her. Security cameras watched the elevators. Our jobs would be in jeopardy. Yet, when I felt her skin beneath my finger tips, I only held her, the pads of my fingers resting over her knuckles as she opened my shirt. Sarise was invading me, taking what was hers. When I did not resist, she pulled my shirt open, out of my business skirt, and wrapped her arms around me as she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

Fire spread across my loins as her fingers released the clasp on the back of my bra. Her kiss was sivas escort the start of the fire. Her fingertips sliding around my ribs was gasoline on the spark. The explosion was my groin thrusting as if of it’s own accord against her pelvis. She pushed back at me, her tongue slid far into my mouth until she was licking the roof, trailing the tip of her tongue along my upper ridges until she licked my teeth, then ended the kiss. Did she taste my mind after such a wanton intrusion? Did my soul leave a palpable flavor? Would could she taste but fevered hunger?

She looked into my eyes. Her blue orbs held a mixed note, somewhere between unquenchable lust, apology for nearly forcing me into this, and a desperate request that I let her have her way. My head dropped back, thumped against the wall of the elevator, as her fingers slid beneath the front of my bra, cupping both my breasts. I groaned, and felt my seepage leave my insides and kiss the lining of my panties.

Alexia squeezed me, lowered her gaze to my tits, where each hand, with the thumb and index finger forming rings, encircled my nipples without touching them. I put my hands on her hips as she lowered her luxuriant mouth to one nipple. My knees sagged as her lips and then her searing, wet tongue glided onto my throbbing, aching point. She sucked me into her, tasted of my flesh with the broadness of her tongue, then thinned it into a narrow dart to push into and upwards across my nipple, and the sensation brought a tightening of my vagina, a clench I felt all the way up to my cervix, and a fire across my clitoris I could not endure. My head twisted to one side, and I moaned deep in my chest, where the vapor of my breath mixed with the smoke from the fires in my belly.

She turned me, then, put my hands on the railing that rimmed the elevator carriage, and pulled my posterior into her loins. She undid the buttons at the top of my skirt, pulled it and my panties down past my hips. I was hot, sticky, and my clothes stuck. It was perfect. She whispered as much, using one hand to spread my thighs to lock my skirt and drawers into place only half-way to my knees.

“Rabid she-wolf,” she whispered in my ear. “I have to taste you.”

I sighed as that same hand flowed, fingertips trailing across that inner thigh, right to the flesh of my heated core. I was wet already, and her fingers smeared in my honey, spread it through my sparse hair, and without preamble, she dipped her middle finger up inside me, parting flesh, fluid, and heat with that single, feminine stab into my nether mouth. Her thumb found my clit, slid across it with thin but smooth lubrication from my lust, and fanned my little button until I was moaning, panting, and humping her hand all at the same time. Her finger slipped almost out of me, until I could feel her against the smooth flesh just inside my labia. At the same time, her thumb swept over my clitoris, and her lips clamped to my ear, then my neck. I pushed against the rail and quivered.

“You’re so hot inside, Camille,” she whispered. “So wet. Did I turn you on so much? Or were you boiling over already?”

“You look like my favorite character,” I whispered through my panting. “So beautiful.”

Her finger slid out of me, and with sticky wetness, she pinched my clit. I bared my teeth. It was instinctive, like a growl my throat had forgotten how to make. My lips remembered, my face brought the snarl of lust into being. Her other hand reached around me, cupped my breast, made jiggling, teasing rubs against my underside, against my nipple, driving me wild. I bucked against her, felt her thigh between my ass cheeks. Had her skirt been dropped, my anus would have settled against her muscles on that thigh.

“What character?” she asked me.

“Serise. Video game. The Kiss of the Red Blade. Probably not too flattering. I love her.”

“Then it is flattering,” she whispered, and kissed my neck again.

I closed my eyes and leaned into her kisses. She was almost beside me, then. Her smallish breast pushed into my shoulder. I could feel the hard point of her nipple through her top and my blouse.

“Come to my house,” she said. “Come home with me. I’ll fuck you like no one you’ve ever known.”

Her brash words came out desperate. Hungry. What should have been slatternly became enticing. What should have been vulgar became erotic. She pinched my clitoris again, then returned to stabbing into me with her finger and strumming my clitoris. I groaned as her words sank in. She wanted to take me home and make love to me. She wanted the very thing I so desperately wanted from Sarise. This human woman, this mortal goddess incarnate, wanted to have her way with my body.

And her mouth showed me just how much. She turned me again, pushed me back against a side wall and sank her face against my vulva. Her lips kissed my labia, and her tongue wormed into my slimy opening before stabbing up to lather my clit. She pulled me to her, pressed her cheeks against my thighs. So soft between my legs. tekirdağ escort My hands settled on her braids. Yet again, my head thumped backwards into the elevator walls as she waggled her tongue back and forth over my clit.

Harder and faster she pushed with her tongue. My body tensed. My vision blurred. Fire erupted from my insides, bathed the channel of my pussy to pour out and stream across my legs. I quivered. My nipples tightened further, harder, tightened until they stung. My breasts jiggled with every thrust of my hips. My head lolled against the wall. My jaw clenched, and I grunted through the orgasm. My voice trailed off into a keen moan of spent desire as waves of relief flooded through my limbs, through my chest, settled as a pool of bliss somewhere between navel and pussy.

My juices spilled across her fingers, her chin. She paused in her ministrations to lap at my open cunt, to lick up what I had expelled in my headlong rush into oblivion. With heavy breathing, I sagged, nearly fell as my knees buckled. Alexia grinned at me. I smiled softly back into her wondrous eyes. I glanced up at the floor counter. I panicked.

We were at level three.

Alexia, still grinning, pushed her index finger, the one that had been buried inside me, into her mouth until her lips closed over the biggest knuckle. I forced my body to straighten. Any moment the doors were going to open, and there I was, tits hanging out, skirt almost down around my knees. How many people would be standing there, waiting?

And the camera. Somewhere, a security officer for the building was getting an eyeful. It was worth it, though, for the goddess of my dreams to fuck me senseless with her mouth.

I grabbed my panties and skirt and jerked them upwards. In my haste, and with my sweat-clammy skin, the panties rolled like a twisted rubber band. My skirt came up, and I settled it in place and turned away from the wall to button my shirt.

The elevator started to slow. Alexia saw the look on my face.

“What’s wrong, lovely?”

“Didn’t get my panties right. I’ll fix them in the car.”

I kept working at my buttons. The elevator slowed more, and I felt my weight settle on my wobbly knees. Alexia knelt beside me, heedless that the doors would open in seconds, and reached up into my skirt. I kept buttoning my shirt, but her fingers brushed against my ass and my wet vulva as she caught the tangled mess of my underwear and pulled them down over my thighs. It was tight, and hurt a little, but as my legs tapered, the pain disappeared. She pulled them down over my feet, and I stepped out of them just as the elevator stopped.

She straightened, then had me face her. I had finished most of my buttons, but my bra was a wreck too.

The elevator pinged.

Alexia caught my hair and quickly pulled it out of the loose ponytail thong and draped my locks down over my chest. It wasn’t perfect, but it hid the fact that one of my cups was well up over my breast.

The doors started to open. I looked down as Alexia picked up her binders.

The smell of my sex was everywhere.

The doors opened further. I saw my panties on the floor and quickly picked them up and stuffed them into my purse before straightening.

When I glanced at the doors, I saw no one.

And then two women, one of them a superior several levels over me, marched into view and strode onto the elevator as if they owned the building. I scurried to avoid them and rushed out and away from the elevator.

“Camille,” someone behind me called. I froze, turned slowly. It was Alana, the coordinating manager for my department. I think the other woman might have been a vice-president directly over her.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“What are you doing here so late? Your shift ended four hours ago.”

I stared at the floor. How disheveled and used I must have looked. How could she not smell my sex. Hell, I was well out into the hall and I could smell it.

“I…”

“Well?”

“It’s the Robinson files, ma’am. Mr. Jacobi brought another fifty files at three. I didn’t know about them, so I hadn’t done them, and they’re due tomorrow morning.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So you worked late to catch up. Did you remember to check out before you came down?”

I shook my head. “No, Mrs. Wellington. I checked out at four. Mr. Lewis insists on no overtime.”

Her eyes widened. “Really. Well, that’s unacceptable. Be in my office at six-thirty in the morning, Ms. Rice.”

She turned her head to Alexia, and her face softened slightly. “Hi, Alexia,” she said in neutral tones as she swept back into the elevator. “See you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Alana,” Alexia called as the doors closed on them. “Beatrice.”

Then she grinned at me. Her head lowered, and she strutted across the floor. Her hips swayed, lashing her skirts back and forth with each step, and once more, I saw Sarise in her. She hooked her arm in mine and pulled me towards the entrance.

“Well, that was fun,” she said. “Let’s do it again tomorrow night.”

I stumbled, and she laughed as she helped me keep my balance. “You’re so pretty when you blush. Now, tell me about this character you’re so infatuated with. What system is she on, because I haven’t heard of this one?”

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The Farewell Story

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We were roommates for three years. I liked her. We enjoyed each other’s company. We both had no permanent relationship. We went to movies, to shopping, and to the many restaurants together. I did not know if I loved her. But when she told me she was leaving for another city, I felt a part of me was leaving. I did not know if she felt about me as deeply, and did not want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy our last days together, so did she.

The day before she planned to leave, we went to have the last dinner together. We talked about everything and felt happy as ever before. Then we went home. I closed the door, put my keys in the tray, and felt a bit low. She sat on the sofa and did not say anything. When I was about to enter my room, I heard, ‘hey, give me a hug’. I smiled, turned around, and she was behind me. I pulled her into my arms, telling myself that when she let go, I should let go too. But the hug was getting too long than I expected. I give her a few pats on the back, loosened a little bit. She straightened up, looking at me with this saddened smile, hands still on my waist. Then I got this impulse from nowhere that I took her head and put my lips on hers. It was soft, warm, and moist, as I imagined before.

I started nibbling on her lip, and felt her biting on mine. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and took away my air. I was dizzy. I wrapped my arms around her, fumbling into my room, falling with her sakarya escort into bed. I took off her blouse, unhooked her bra, separated her legs with one knee, and moved us further into the bed. She mumbled ‘fuck me’ and rubbed her hip against me. I slid my hand into her jeans. It was flooding, drenching her underwear. We got rid of the fabrics in the way. I squeezed two fingers into her, enjoying being surrounded by her, wet, soft and warm. I found the hard spot and gave it a tickle. I felt her squirming under me. I started pulling on that spot. She was trembling and gasping for air. I kissed my way down, picked a nipple, sucked on it and pinched on the other. It felt like a tough little berry. She was wiggling so much that I decided to devote my full attention to her sweet juicy pussy. I let go of her nipple, pulled back her luscious meat, exposing her clit, and started sucking.

My other hand relentlessly sent two hooked fingers thrusting, bringing her bumping into me with each pull. My tongue circles the smooth round button of hers, caressing and pressing on it. She held on to my head tightly with both hands, arching her back, spreading her legs, inviting me in with each stroke. Her breath quickened, her legs rubbing against my ears, fumbling for support, her moan became staccato. Her muscle stiffened under my palm, her hands tried to push me away, but I would not let go. I took another deep suck, with the samsun escort help of another unreserved pull from my fingers, held her button between my teeth, brushed it quickly with my tongue. I felt another warm gush from deep her warm hole, and the firm pressure around my fingers. Her head was raised aloft. She let out an uncontrolled cry. Then the tension and pressure left. She fell back into the bed spasming, her eyes half-closed, lips parted and chest tantalizingly pink.

I wiped her juice off my lips and chin, crawled up to give her a peck behind her ear, slowly rubbing my thigh against her, and running my hands up and down her soft and warm body. I savored her smell with each breath. It was great feeling her beneath me.

She caught up with her breath. She suddenly flipped me under. ‘It’s my turn’, she said. Again she raided the air from my mouth. She pinned my arms over my head with one hand, sent my knees bending wide open, and reached down with her other hand. ‘You are wet all over’, she whispered into my ear, tugging on my earlobe. I was suddenly aware of the liquid flowing past my anus and resting between the cheeks, and her hand thoroughly spreading the juice up my clit but refusing to venture in my hole. I found her lips and bite down, pushed myself into her hand, wrapped my legs around hers. She ran her fingers up and down along my slit. I felt more hunger with each stroke.

I started protesting, urfa escort she smiled and suddenly penetrated me with three fingers, all pulling on my gspot. She bite on my neck and chest, probably leaving marks along the way, but I did not care. She let go of my hands and started rubbing my clit. Before I had enough time to grab the sheet, I felt myself pushed to the verge of the cliff. ‘No,’ I gasped. Don’t finish so quick, I thought. But my body was craving more and stronger. I felt her licking my nipples, my belly, and my thigh. I pulled her up, pressed myself against her for support, as the pleasure in me built and exploded. In the ecstasy I cried out loud, shaking violently, and the room faded from my eyes. But she was still touching me, and pushing on my sensitive button occasionally. Each touch sent me trembling and melting into her arms.

‘I’m gonna go wash up’, I said dreamily as the high faded away, feeling the slimy between my legs. ‘No,’ she hummed. She slid down, gave me a look from just above my thighs. Then she lowered her head, and I felt her tongue inside me. I was in fire again. I wanted more. I sat up with her face-to-face. I guided her hand to me, and pushed my hand into her. ‘I’m all yours’, I breathed into her ear. After we finger-fucked the sheet wet and collapsed into each other, we agreed it was time to rest. She had to leave early in the morning.

She spent the night in my bed. I pretended to be asleep when she got up. I think she knew I was faking it. She gave me a long kiss before she left. I felt heartbroken when she closed the door.

We still keep contact with each other. We still talk about everything. But we never mention that night.

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I thought it was going to be another bus ride home. No not this occasion. My girlfriend and myself were taking our usual bus home after work. We work at the same law firm in down-town. It was late afternoon and the sun shone through the bus windows casting shadows.

We had decided to sit at the back of the bus where we usually sit, at the very back seat. For whatever reason we sat at the centre so we can look down the aisle towards the front of the bus. I am sure the driver can see us. I don’t know why but very soon we found out why we unconsciously sat on that very visible position.

My girlfriend Julie is a slim petite Asian lady of Vietnamese descent. She is one beautiful sexy lady with very fair skin. We have a very active sex life and we both like to make out in public areas. We have done everyone’s usual place, such as in the car, parks, beaches etc, but we have never gone as far as on public transport, yet alone what was about to happen that day. The bus wasn’t particular full, maybe half full but enough to create that ambience. Crowded buses tend to be too noisy and empty ones lacks atmosphere.

That day wasn’t plan but we were both feeling a little more hot for each other. There’s more touching and the attraction was evident. As I said nothing was on the agenda and everyday can be spontaneous with us.

There we were, at the back of the bus and so much looking forward to being together. There was a scattering of people of varying ages on the bus that afternoon. Single males, single females, couples and a few school age kids on the way home.

We had our arms around each other and lightly kissing. Julie was a beautiful woman, so it was so electrifying to be close to her, touching her. She had very petite features. I have always felt nothing less than lust for her, ever since I first laid my eyes on her. Our attraction for each other was no different from any other loving couple. But maybe we were more carefree in such an open public space.

Most couple we know were more inhibited about their affection for each other but we were certainly a little more adventurous than most.

As the minutes ticked on, our touching became more intense and frantic. Maybe we forgot where we were. I was running my hands up and down Julie’s leg over her dress. She was running her hands ever lightly over my thigh, but not yet touching my crotch. My hardness was evident and I can feel the pre-cum spotting underneath my pants. There was a smell of heat from Julie and our breathing was now more heavy. Her perfume was playing with my senses. We all know what’s it like to be so close to someone you are hot for. It’s electrifying.

I think we may have caught someone’s attention. As I was lightly kissing Julie, I can see in the corner of my eye a single male move closer to us from my right and a couple of others had their heads turned. Our body language and heavy breathing has got the attention of a few people.

Truth is I didn’t even realize the sounds we were making, but I was feeling adventurous and I didn’t care if we were getting some attention. It was actually turning me on. I looked at Julie’s beautiful eyes and whispered to her that there is a whole lot of people watching us. She looked back at me with a little wicked sparkle in her eyes and continued to kiss me. “I feel really turned on,” she responded. There was a feeling of electricity in the air between us. Still feeling a little nervous I followed her lead and proceeded to run my fingers down her thighs, lifting her dress up, exposing her panties. She opens her legs a little and I ran my fingers over her soaking panties and ever lightly over her inner thighs.

I can smell her sex, her arousal. Julie is now breathing quickly. She is really turned on, to a point of no return. I was feeling the same. I wanted to masturbate her right there, in front of these strangers, to relieve her. My fingers are now wet from touching her through the damp fabric. I can feel her pubic mound through her sheer panties. I can hear her start moaning quietly, “Oh yeah, please yes.” As she urges me on with heightened arousal. I can feel her need for relief.

But instead I sit back to watch Julie for a moment hoping she will even relieve herself. People are now whistling and calling out. “Oh my god!!” in disbelief. I have watched her masturbate before and it was extremely exciting to watch. I can see the lust in her eyes and the pleasure on her blushing face as she nervously runs her fingers over her body slowly. She is even running her fingers over her wet panties as she spreads her legs further apart. She is now squirming on the seat. I was very turned on watching. She begins to moan. Everyone falls silent watching and listening intensely. The look of pleasure and lust on their faces was evident. My cock was iron hard as I continued watching my lady pleasure herself. Her moaning was really turning me on. I almost couldn’t bear to watch or even listen. This is a very intimate moment but shared with complete manisa escort strangers. I can see a lot embarrassed faces. Some people couldn’t watch. But Julie continues to slowly rub herself while staring at a couple on her left with pleasure written all over her pretty face but not quite exposing her pussy. The couple staring back with very aroused looks on their faces. Her own face blushing with nervous excitement, moaning with heightened arousal as if she was masturbating herself in private. There was no holds barred here. She ‘played’ with her herself as if she was alone.

As much as I wanted to see Julie masturbate herself to orgasm, I sat back next to her to continue where I left. I continued to run my fingers over her inner thighs and continued to kiss Julie on her sexy lips, her neck and her now exposed breasts, as I begin making love to her in a public place. She is moaning relentlessly now, her body heaving in pleasure. She smelt so perfect, her perfume controlled my mind. I can hear the distant sounds of people taking pictures with their mobiles and filming us.

The chatter and edging on continued from the spectators and I continued to be bolder and go further. Julie was now moaning loudly in excitement as I continued caressing her. Her arousal was really turning me on, so I lifted her dress higher up and proceeded to open her legs further apart. As I did that the crowd were cheering “Come on, go on.” There was plenty of chatter and whistling from the small crowd now.

I went back to rubbing Julie’s pussy through the fabric, and then brought my fingers to my nose, breathing in Julie’s pussy aroma, then inserting those fingers into her mouth so she can taste them. I can see she was blushing slightly as I ran my fingers in and out of her sexy lips. The crowd got quieter as the chatter became, “Oh my god, Wow, Unbelievable,” to dead silence. But I can feel all the strangers embarrassment, as I continued stroking her private parts. Julie continued moaning, “oh yes, oh please.”

She is now stroking me through my trousers. I was ready to burst, but not just yet, as I parted Julie’s legs even more. She was literally spread eagled now. She looked so stunning lying there. I can hear someone cry out, ” He’s really going to do this here, in front of us!.”

Julie is now moaning louder as I slowly pulled the fabric of her panties to one side, exposing her glistening slit covered in black pubic hairs neatly trimmed and running down the insides of her white thighs. “Oh god yesssss!!,” Julie cries out in resignation, as I finally exposed her. Her head rolling from side to side in excitement. Her face blushing red. Her hips gyrating up and down in anticipation. So there she is, spread eagled for all to see, her beautiful hairy pussy. She looked stunning lying there, exposed. I just wanted to go down on her. “You look so beautiful,” I whispered to her.

There is an instant reaction from the audience, as they see Julie’s private parts for the first time, “Wow, ohhhhs, ahhhhs and OMGs.” Again someone calls out, ” Oh my god, he’s really going all the way.”

The audience then becomes quiet and all you can hear is light groans, gasping and heavy breathing, interspersed with more OMGs and some swearing in the background. Some were holding their breaths, in anticipation of my next move.

The clicking of cameras and mobiles in the distant continued wildly. Julie didn’t seem to care if a whole bunch of people were watching. It seem to intensify her arousal as her hips started to move up and down involuntarily with excitement. And she is moaning relentlessly with that excitement.

I now wanted to masturbate her to orgasm in front of everyone who dears to watch. Something we would normally do in our own privacy. I begin to spread her legs wider and then proceeded with eagerness, to spread her beautiful pussy completely open, exposing her chunky inner labia and vulva covered by a layer of creamy secretions. I used both hands to hold her outer and inner labia open so everyone can see the insides of her vulva, displaying her wet creamy insides.

Julie’s now moaning continuously with quicken excitement as I deliberately displayed her. She is repeatedly moaning fast now, “Oh god, oh god yes, I’m so hot now.” The audience starts to chat in stunned quietness, “Oh my god, this is unbelievable,” repeatedly and then quiet in disbelief. A woman moans out loudly, ” Oh god, oh my god!”

I then ran my fingers around her chunky inner labia playing with her secretions and up to her now exposed clitoris. The same female voice was heard gasping, “OMG,” repeatedly. The mobiles were going crazy. I then put my fingers now covered in her creamy secretions to my nose to breath in deeply the distinctive fishy smell of her pussy, then into my mouth, then into hers. She sucked then clean with heightened excitement, like it was going to be her last chance. Again that same female voice was gasping, “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Julie continues moaning, kütahya escort ” Oh yes, oh god yes.” There was more, ” Oh my god, this is unbelievably,” coming from the onlookers. More heavy breathing and gasping in disbelief from the stunned audience. There were a lot of embarrassed red faces watching us, as we went about our private business in public.

Suddenly it seem like the bus has gone quiet as I continued to run my fingers through Julie’s open crusty labia, stroking her insides. Then I ran my fingers up and pulled back her prepuce to fully expose her now enlarged clitoris. The only sound was of Julie moaning in pure pleasure. I was having trouble controlling her body movements now as I continued to slowly slide my fingers in and around her opened pussy, massaging her. Every now and then I would place my fingers into my mouth to taste her and to use my saliva as more lubricant. The audience quietly still watching us in stunned silence.

Julie was so aroused now and breathing so heavily that I wanted to finish her off and masturbate her to orgasm. I placed my finger tips onto her clitoris and started to rapidly rub and massage her exposed clitoris with speed. It created a squishing sound throughout her moaning. Again the chatter started as the small crowd sworn with disbelief, but it just served to encourage me more to finish Julie off. It just turned me on more and more. I wanted the audience watch her orgasm. She was now out of control as her body heaved and her hips gyrated up and down. Her legs opening and closing with the approaching loud earth shattering orgasm.

Julie is moaning uncontrollably. A woman in the crowd calls out “Oh my god she’s cumming, she’s actually going to cum now.” Julie’s juices exploded out towards the now stunned audience. Her juices dripping on the seat and floor for all to see. “Arghhhh!, Ohhhhh!.” She screams out continuously, as she finally orgasms. The bus fills with the new smell of fresh pussy cum. Everyone watches in stunned silent, shocked at what they were witnessing. Julie body is still twitching, convulsing from the orgasm, her legs moving involuntarily in pleasure.

I wanted to masturbate her quickly a second time for all to see. Put on a great show. I can see people continue using their mobiles to film. Instead Julie begins to masturbate herself.

She begins to insert her fingers in and around her pussy and then reinserting in her mouth, enjoying her own juices and aroma. Then placing her wet fingers on her clitoris, she quickly rubs her little man now enlarged rapidly. She is now moaning “Oh yeah, oh yesss, oh god yes!!” loudly. The audience watches in sheer pleasure and embarrassment, silently now as my beautiful Julie masturbates herself fully spread eagled on the seat for everyone’s pleasure. My eyes intensely watching as my lady’s body then goes into convulsions. Again strangely some people couldn’t watch as her orgasm approaches. Their hands covering their eyes. Her moaning turning on everyone. That lady calls out again “Oh my god, oh my god.” Again her body is out of control but this time on her own doing. It was actually quite pleasurable watching her masturbate herself without my help. Again her juices exploded out, but her orgasm seem stronger, her body a convulsing squirming wreck. Even what seem like a minute she was still quivering.

But I wasn’t done yet, I immediately rapidly fingered her vagina into a blur with 2 fingers, until her juices started to make that audible sound. Julie is now moaning louder and begging, “Oh please make me cum, oh please make me cum, Oh god it feels so good.” She is now approaching another orgasm as crowd looked on in disbelief. Again her body became a heaving wreck as her small frame absorbed the full impact of her orgasm. Again her cum juices exploded out. Her legs opening and closing involuntarily. Again she screams out, “Arghhhh!! Oh god!!.” The bus smelt distinctly of her juices. I slowed down my fingering to a slow in and out. Then took then out for her lick clean. Again the onlookers were all gasping with disbelief and in shock at the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.

But I still wasn’t finished yet as I knelt down before her and proceeded to go down on her very wet pussy lapping up her juices. That distinct flavour and odour of her pussy filled my scents, mixed with the smell of fresh cum juice. The small crowd again goes quiet as I eat her until her next orgasm. Once again Julie’s is out of control heaving, her legs splayed wide open, gyrating her pussy all over my face and moaning rapidly. She’s talking dirty now, telling me to, “Eat me, please eat me, oh god it feels so good, ohhhhh,” in her high pitched feminine voice. All the while throwing her head from side to side in sheer pleasure. She is forcing my head into her gyrating heaving hips. I was drowning in her pleasure.

I can hear the audience talking and swearing in disbelief and a few OMGs from the females passengers. The younger passengers watching in embarrassed malatya escort silence, as they witnessed the never seen sexual performances in front of them. There was a lot of heavy breathing from the audience by this stage. Julie is now moaning loudly, ” I am cumming, watch me cum!!.” The crowd falls intensely quiet interspersed with Julie’s moaning talk and the continued chatter of, “Oh my god,” from everyone. The audience is blushing with pleasure on their faces.

Her orgasm once again earth shattering as she grasped the back of my head and proceeded to gyrate her hips on my face drowning me. There was little doubt she was enjoying herself. I will ask her what it felt like cumming in front of a whole crowd of strangers. This time I sucked in all the fresh cum as her orgasm exploded in my face. I quietly licked away up and down her whole private area as the audience quietened down to a chatter of disbelief and groans of pleasure.

I got off my knees and whispered in Julie’s ear. She responded with a slight blush and an “oh god yesss, oh yes please.”

I turned to the onlookers and pointed to one of the strangers, summoning him to come over. It was the first guy who approached earlier. I whispered to him, ” Would you like to go down on my lady.” Needless to say a wide grin ran across his eager red face as he said, “Yes, yes, yes would love to.” He walks over sporting a large bulge in his pant.

The stranger quickly gets down on his knees and using both hands lifts Julie’s ass up to reposition her, then completed opens up her legs spread eagled. Even exposing her anus to the onlookers. Julie uses her hands to spread open her pussy with eagerness, allowing the stranger a clear view of her beautiful pussy. Julie moans and let’s out a little, “oh yes, yes.” He runs his nose over her exposed pussy and takes in a deep breath inhaling her aromas, then proceeds to expose her clitoris more by pulling back her hood. He takes a moment to observe her beauty then quickly goes down on her hard clit lapping away like a puppy. Julie is going crazy as the stranger firmly licks her hard clitoris relentlessly fast now. He holds her legs firmly open, controlling her movements. As she approaches orgasm he slows down to lick between her inner labia tasting her. He’s sucks and chews on her labia until they were clean.

Some of the audience were in raptures, more enthusiastic as they imagine it maybe their turn to taste that Asian pussy.

The strangers tongue drove Julie to another uncontrollably orgasm. This time I held open her legs as he finished sucking up Julie’s cum juices.

Then he quickly lifts Julie’s bottom up to expose the light pubes running down her perineum to either side of her anus. The man then does something I haven’t done with Julie. He begins to lick furiously at her anus. Then suck on her brown hole like an ant eater looking for some.. well ants.

Julie was moaning wildly, “oh noooo, oh yeah, oh god,” as the man cleaned her up with his tongue. Julie moaned in embarrassment and excitement as the assault continued. She has never had anyone put their face down there. Her body a little tense. She wasn’t sure she was clean enough or even smelt right. Only this stranger knows now. But the excitement was just too great, it covered her embarrassment and humiliation. Then he goes a step further and licks up a finger which he inserts into her anus. He pumps his finger in and out fast causing Julie to cry out in pleasure and pain. She moans in embarrassment with every movement in and out. After a few minutes the stranger was satisfied as he let Julie slump back on the seat.

As he got up Julie unexpectedly grabs his hand and whispers to him, “Let me please you, let me finish you off,” as she lightly grabs his large bulge in his jeans. He turns to her and shakes his head with a satisfied grin. But Julie then proceeds to take off her panties and hands it over to him. He immediately grabs it putting the crouch of it to his nose and walks away with a very wide grin, back to where he was standing. A couple of guys approach him wanting to touch and smell Julie’s damp panties.

I was so aroused now after watching that. I sat back next to Julie and she begins to work on me. The crowd continue chatting as Julie begins to massage me through my pants. My trousers are damp from pre-cum and my penis was as hard as an iron rod. She slowly works me up, stroking me, kissing me all over like first lust. My god I felt so aroused. The strange eyes are on me now and I never felt so horny, so turned on. I was now enjoying what Julie experienced moments earlier.

My hips moved up and down out of control as my beautiful Julie worked me up in public, making love to me. The small crowd watches quietly in anticipation. The moment has come as Julie begins to unzip my pants. She pulls out my very hard penis and begins to peel back the foreskin exposing my pre-cum covered head. I moan with pleasure. She stares into my eyes with her beautiful eyes and whispers, “you going to love this, oh yeah.” She slowly pulls my foreskin back and forth driving me crazy. I am so turned on. I can see all the bulging eyes and opened mouths of everyone watching closely. The chatter continued as everyone remained in disbelief.

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All characters in this story are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to other works or real people is simply coincidental. Special thanks to my best friend for editing this! Hope you enjoy, love you dolls! Xoxo

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One day Asher was sitting in a library on campus doing his homework, or at least he was supposed to be doing his homework. Instead he was daydreaming about dressing up as a girl and going to a frat party next week after the football game.

Suddenly a tall woman with extraordinarily large breasts walked up from behind him and gently whispered in his ear “Sweetie you might want to pull your pants up some in the back, everyone can see your pink panties.”

Asher turned pale as a ghost. He always lived in fear of people finding out about his fetish. Even though it was starting to get warm outside he wore a jacket today just to avoid this situation, but apparently his jacket twisted when he sat down revealing his girly underpants to the world.

“Oh honey, it’s ok, don’t worry about it. I used to have an ex who was trans and I used to help him with clothes and makeup all the time, you’re safe with me.”

Asher embarrassedly said his thanks and then hurriedly left the library.

The next day while walking to class he noticed the same girl talking with her friends and waved. To his shock she walked over to him and said “Hi I didn’t get a chance to formally introduce myself yesterday, my name’s Daisy. And you are?”

“Asher.” He answered.

“Oh that’s such a pretty name! Ok I’m just gonna cut to the chase, here’s my number, text me later ok?” And Daisy gave Asher a slip of paper with her phone number on it.

Asher stumbled over his words and thanked her as she walked back to her friends.

That afternoon lying in his bed in his dorm Asher decided to text Daisy.

He sent her a simple “Hi”.

She responded with “Hayy. Ok so listen. If you don’t have plans Friday night, would you wanna come over and do makeup? Maybe even bring a couple outfits.”

Asher’s heart leapt out of his chest. He had wanted this for so long. A genetic girl friend who accepted him and even wanted to help him! It was a miracle!

Asher quickly typed out “YES! I’d love to do that! I’ll see you Friday, 7:00?”

“Sounds good to me! See you then sweet stuff! “

Since today was Thursday Asher only had to make it another twenty four hours.

He could barely focus in class the next day, all he could think about was his plans for the evening.

Finally the time came. Daisy had sent him her building and room number, so he packed up the meager makeup he had as well as one of his favorite outfits; lacy white bra, matching thong, and a cute little black dress.

He made his way over to her dorm and politely knocked on the door.

“Come here!” Ashley said excitedly and brought Asher into a tight hug.

She was wearing a tight tank top that was always threatening to expose her ample breasts and short shorts that showed of her beautiful legs and thick thighs.

“Ok go ahead and go into the bathroom and change. I already have all my makeup laid out and ready.” Daisy said excitedly.

Asher did as he was told and went to change his clothes. When he came out Daisy was texting someone on her phone.

“Ok come here and sit down.” Daisy said and Asher followed.

“Ok, the first thing that we’re gonna do is put on some primer. This is also gonna moisturize your face so your makeup doesn’t dry your skin out.”

Daisy squirted some of the primer into her hand kütahya escort and started to rub it on Asher’s face. It was the most wonderfully relaxing thing that he had ever felt. It was like getting a facial massage using some sort of relaxing drug.

About 15 minutes later they were done. Daisy had very gentle hands and it felt wonderful to have her do his makeup. He was hard as a rock, fortunately his thong mostly hid his erection.

After the makeup Daisy did his hair. She drew his longish hair into two simple pigtails and tied them with pink bows.

Finally Daisy held up a mirror for Asher to look at himself and when he looked all he saw was a gorgeous girl looking back at him.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD! ITS SO WONDERFUL!” Asher squealed.

“Now all you need is a girl name. How about Ashley?” Daisy questioned.

“I love it!” Asher, now Ashley, said and went in for a big hug. She could feel Daisy’s large, squishy breasts against her body.

“I’m so happy you like it! Now, what else do you wanna do for girls night?”

Asher was too scared to leave the dorm and go somewhere so eventually they decided to watch a movie. They decided on a classic chick flick. After a while Asher got cold and started to shiver a little.

“Oh honey, you’re cold, let me go get a blanket.”

Daisy went and brought Ashley a blanket and then they curled up on the couch together. Ashley rested her head on Daisy’s breasts and felt so content.

After a while the lock on the door jiggled and the knob started to turn. Ashley jumped up in fear of who might be coming in.

When the door opened a large black man came through the door and said “Hey babe, in done with practice for the night. Hey you must be the new girl.”

Daisy looked over at Ashley’s expression of confusion and horror.

“Ashley this is my boyfriend Tyrone, I’m sure you recognize him from the football team.”

Once she pointed it out Ashley did realize who it was. Tyrone Jackson, the star quarterback for their college and apparently Daisy’s boyfriend.

“Ok babe, I’m gonna go take a shower.” Tyrone said to Daisy.

“Ok babe, we’ll be ready when you get out.” Daisy replied. Tyrone went in for a deep kiss and grabbed one of Daisy’s huge tits in one of his giant meaty hands. After a few moments he pulled out of the kiss and slapped Daisy’s tit and stuck his finger in her mouth for a moment then headed off to the bathroom.

“Ok it’s time to get you ready.” Daisy said. Ashley was scared but shook her head.

“Come here and bend over my lap.” Ashley complied. Daisy’s legs were squishy and he could feel her breasts on his back.

“Ok have you ever had anything in your ass before?” Daisy asked as she began to rub her hands on Ashley’s butt and back.

“Maybe a finger or two one time.”

“Well what we’re gonna put in there is a lot bigger than a finger. It’s all gonna be alright though ok sweetie. Don’t be nervous or it’s gonna hurt. Just relax.”

“Ok.” Ashley replied as she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Daisy opened a drawer on the end table and pulled out a bottle of lube.

“Ok, I’m gonna put some of this on my finger and on your asshole and just start massaging the outside with my finger.” Daisy explained.

Ashley could feel the cold lube hit her butthole as Daisy squeezed the bottle. Daisy then put some on her finger and started rubbing it in little circles on Ashley’s hole.

At first it was uncomfortable but eventually malatya escort Ashley started to feel good.

“Good job! You’re opening up wonderfully! Now I think you’re loose enough for my finger. Just push out like you’re trying to poop and I’ll keep going in circles. You’ll feel a little pop when my finger goes inside.” Daisy explained.

Ashley was still nervous about all of this but trying her best to stay calm, it was feeling pretty good however. And sure enough pretty soon Ashley felt a little pop as Daisy’s finger slipped into her ass.

“I’m just gonna leave my finger here for a minute so you can get used to it. It might help if you clench your asshole a little for a few seconds every once in a while.” Daisy said obviously experienced in this.

Eventually Daisy loosened Ashley’s ass up enough to get 3 fingers in.

“That should be about enough. That’s how much I have to loosen my ass for Ty.” Daisy stated.

“He’s ready for you babe!” Daisy called.

“Be there in a second!” Tyrone called back in his deep voice.

“While we’re waiting on him I’ll give you a little treat for being such a good little slut.” Daisy said and started rubbing Ashley’s prostate. It was the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt in her life. It blew every orgasm he had ever had clear out of the water and she moaned like a true slut.

“Seems like somebody likes to have their p-spot played with. Maybe you can even have a sissygasm! I love it when that happens.” Daisy said.

At that moment Tyrone came out of the bathroom.

He had the largest cock Ashley had ever seen. It was at least 9 inches long and 3 inches thick. There was no way it was gonna fit in her.

“Is the slut ready for me?” He asked.

“Sure is baby.” Daisy responded with a purr in her voice.

“Good job baby.” Tyrone said and leaned in for a very deep wet kiss with loads of tongue.

“You ready to get fucked slut? I hope so.” Tyrone said menacingly.

All Ashley could do is whimper.

Daisy moved around so that Ashley was laying on top of her with his heads on her breasts.

“Since this is your first time I’ll let you lay here so that I can help you get through it.” Daisy explained.

“Okay.” Ashley managed to squeak out weakly.

“Get ready slut.” Tyrone said.

Ashley felt his cock at her back door. He felt her start to push. Ashley moaned uncomfortably.

“Damn slut, you tight!” Tyrone said excitedly with a laugh.

Suddenly there was a popping sensation as the head of Tyrone’s cock slipped into her ass. It was the most painful thing Ashley had ever felt in her life and she screamed loudly.

“Ok slut, it’s gonna be alright, daddy Tyrone might be a mean motherfucker, but he wants his slits to enjoy it as well.” Tyrone said in a surprisingly soothing voice.

Daisy held Ashley’s head to her breast and whispered “Shh, it’ll be ok honey, it’ll be ok.” into Ashley’s ear.

The three of them stayed like that for a time while Ashley cried into Daisy’s breasts.

Eventually Tyrone said “Ok slut, it should be alright now, I’m gonna start moving, I’ll be gentle though.”

Ashley begged and pleaded for him not to but he did anyways.

Ashley moaned in pain and pleasure as Tyrone started to push his enormous cock deeper.

After a few minutes the pain subsided and it started to feel a little good, then Ashley started moaning for a different reason. Tyrone’s cock hitting Ashley’s prostate was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.

As Ashley got fucked Daisy started manisa escort to get turned on too. She pulled her enormous breasts out of her skimpy tank top and held her nipple out for Ashley to suck.

Ashley latched on like a hungry babe suckling her mother’s teet while grabbing the other breast with the nipple between her fingers.

The trio went on like this for a while until Ashley and Daisy’s moans started to get louder and Tyrone’s thrusts and grunts started to get deeper and faster and all 3 climaxed at the same time.

As Tyrone’s cock exploded in Ashley her cock exploded all over the front of Daisy’s shorts and shirt while her ass spasmed on the giant hunk of man meat in her ass.

When Tyrone pulled out Ashley could feel the cold air hitting the inside of her gaping asshole and shivered while being incredibly turned on.

When the three calmed down Ashley and Daisy went into a deep wet kiss and held it for a moment until Tyrone pulled Ashley off of Daisy and threw her to the floor.

“Now, you didn’t think I was gonna forget my baby now did you?” Tyrone said as he kissed Daisy and while she was distracted slid his cock into her pussy.

Daisy moaned in ecstasy and Tyrone’s cock pumped in and out of her vigorously.

Ashley couldn’t control herself and started stroking herself towards another orgasm. This time she started fingering her still gaping ass.

About 20 minutes later the trio once again orgasmed in unison. Ashley came so hard her cum hit her in the face and Tyrone’s load was so big it spilled out of Daisy’s well used cunt.

By the time they came Ashley had gotten her whole hand inside her already stretched ass and was self

“Wow that was one of the best fuckings I’ve given in a while. I need to go rest after that one.” Tyrone said breathing heavily as he started to get dressed.

Before he left he brought his half hard cock back around for Ashley and Daisy to kiss it one last time.

When they kissed it they could taste the last little bit of cum, sweat, and pussy juice on the tip of his cock. Ashley decided that she had never tasted something so wonderful. Then Tyrone left.

“Welp it looks like it’s just you and me now Ash.” Daisy said looking over at Ashley. “How about you help me clean up.” And with those words Daisy turned and spread her legs wide indicating the sissy’s next task.

Ashley was instantly hard again and she crawled over and savored Daisy’s well used cunt for a minute.

It was still wet and dripping with Tyrone’s cum.

You could smell sex resonating from her pussy. It was intoxicating.

Ashley stuck out her tongue and gently licked the outside and got a nice big blob of cum on her tongue.

With the first lick Daisy moaned loudly and Ashley could feel her muscles surrounding her pussy spasm.

After the first lick Ashley went up for a deep wet kiss so that Daisy could taste the delicious mix of her own juices and cum. They held the kiss for a long moment with their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Then Ashley broke the kiss and the pair stared into each other’s eyes then Ashley dropped back to her knees and continued eating.

Daisy moaned lewdly and grabbed Ashely’s pigtails while Ashley ate her.

After about 15 minutes Daisy’s moaning intensified and Ashley could feel her muscles spasm as Daisy squirted all over her face.

Ashley was so turned on by this that she squirted her own load without even touching herself. The two then laid there in a mess of each other’s juices and cum.

“Well, we should probably get cleaned up.” Daisy stated and Ashley agreed.

“Maybe we can share a shower and then it’s kinda late so you might as well stay here tonight…cutie.” Daisy said as she got up and winked and then headed off to the shower.

The end

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The Documentary Interview Ch. 01

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Susan thought of all the things that made her feel good after sex. It had to be great sex too, with another beautiful woman who was attentive to her needs, and into giving and receiving great oral, anal and some submissive stuff thrown in too.

Warm fur, satin sheets, fleece lined slippers and warmed cognac. Susan desired a lover’s touch as she caressed her back as they spooned one another, warming each other and softly and deliberately kissed every part of each other’s body. A fire smoldering out as the wind whistles through the canyons of the cold city.

She took a moment and looked outside to adjust her thinking past the statistical analysis, the dried, over-thought out concepts of a testosterone deprived man who wanted to make points with his superiors. She was reading the treatment of a documentary project that she was offered. Susan loved shooting documentaries but hated doing the research. She’ d much rather hire one of the luscious grad students to do this, but this one involved too much pseudo porn and she’d get in really hot water if the department found out what she was working on when she wasn’t teaching or doing university related tasks.

Susan was the program director in a Journalism School for a major university in the east. She had a okay marriage to an artist who loved her for her vibrant personality, but despite his adoration of her sumptuous body, he could not satisfy all her needs.

Susan knew she had a problem with sex. She was always fantasizing about a current or former lover and always looking forward to her next orgasm. She masturbated regularly in the shower stall at her private gym, which was convenient to her office at work. On some occasions she was fortunate enough to share her pleasures with another woman or even an attractive grad student. Susan worked out regularly at the gym and had a very round and firm body, with long brown hair that fell over her sensuous shoulders and well toned arms. She had a proportionate figure, at 5 feet 8 with a beautiful pear shaped ass and firm, medium sized breasts.

She had been commissioned to do a documentary on women’s issues, specifically focusing on middle aged women and sexuality. A group of commercial cable execs wanted to see if they could generate some funds with a short salacious series on sex and the middle aged woman. The documentary would discuss the sexual transformation of middle- aged women in America, especially from a vantage point of bisexuality and increasing freedom of sexual expression. It was a tantalizing subject for luscious Susan who was still seeking to meet another woman as horny as she. This hot college professor loved the touch of another woman and yearned to fuck and suck pussy of any age and ethnic group. She had a special affinity for sex with large strap on phalluses and other sex toys.

She took a few hours one afternoon to write a quick personal ad which would be posted to a popular online site asking for women volunteers to share about their sexual fantasies, thoughts and emotions on camera for the documentary. Susan figured her research would take at least a month before she could actually interview the selected candidates with a real crew. In the mean time, she would use her own consumer camera to document all the interviewees, so they could be narrowed down to a select few. A few days went by and Susan had discovered that her ad was yielding a good amount of interested women.

Crystal clicked off the personals website when she heard someone coming down the corridor towards her cubicle. She was supposed to be researching something for the Dean and had to get moving on her real job, not her fantasies. But she couldn’t stop smelling the fragrant scent of Andrea’s body oils. Andrea worked in the next cubicle and the two women were good friends. The fact that Andrea had just married a total computer geek and seemed happily married, the total opposite of Crystal’s idea of bliss, had not dampened their solid friendship. They had too much in common as girlfriends. They loved to go shopping and share their exploits with men. But recently, Crystal brought over some lesbian and bisexual porn vids during their weekend soiree. Stan, Andrea’s husband was always working an extra shift at his job on a Saturday, which left the two thirty- year- old women to their own credit cards.

“Crystal, the Dean really wants that research by the end of the week, okay?” Andrea said, as she poked her head into her girlfriend’s cubicle. Tomorrow was Friday, and Andrea was looking forward to a shopping spree. Crystal had something else in mind for her close friend Andrea, but also wanted to see if she could participate in this women’s documentary.

Crystal discovered that the interviews were being held in another part of the campus. That would make it easier for her to hide any involvement if things got riskè, which she was really hoping for. A professor in the Journalism School was conducting them and scheduled her for an interview for 5:30, just after she finished working her job.

Crystal niğde escort almost always wore comfortable clothes at work. The dress code at the college was totally casual, so she happened to be in a sleeveless colorful blouse with black stockings and a short skirt. At home she chose to wear more masculine things including work boots sometimes and her favorite leather jacket. Crystal’s passion was to dominate another woman, especially an older woman, even someone her Mom’s age. She’d been successful with meeting some really deprived women and had made them her submissive in pain and bondage. She’d recently broke up with an older woman who wanted her to move in, but that wasn’t anywhere near Crystal’s plan. They went their own ways amicably.

Susan had been honest with Crystal in her email reply. She was really searching for older women who were bisexual but would consider meeting her for a drink at a local pub at 5:30. Susan hurried over there by foot, leaving her car in its spot with the intention of coming back in just a few minutes.

Susan was sitting in a small booth and caught Crystal’s eye as she entered the darkened bar. Susan had propositioned many grad students in this place and even had a short history with one of the female bartenders who, lucky for Susan, was off that night.

Crystal walked in thinking that Susan may be some older woman, slightly gray with a frumpy body and bad teeth to go along. She wasn’t expecting to meet an attractive woman who may just be her next submissive.

Susan spotted Crystal eyeing the bar first and parsing out who she thought may be Susan. Crystal ran her fingers quickly through her shoulder length brown hair, looking around the semi-crowded bar. Susan spied her through her vodka glass and then took the initiative and waved her over. Susan decided to stand up and greet the young woman when she approached.

“Crystal, thanks for meeting me her, on such short notice,” Susan could be so cordial, almost to a fault and came off as insincere many times. Crystal saw right through the veneer of cordiality and took off her jacket, exposing her strong shoulders and smooth olive brown skin. Crystal was part Italian and Greek, a rare mix in this small college town.

“Thank you for seeing me and letting me find out more about your doc project!” Crystal answered, as she looked around for a waitress. She desperately wanted a whiskey and a beer. Crystal could hold her liquor with the best of them.

After ordering and offering another round for Susan, they chatted about the university but Crystal didn’t want Susan to know too much about her, so she was deceptively oblique with her answers to Susan’s first personal questions.

“As I told you in the email, my client really wants this to focus on older, mid aged women who can be candid about their sexuality and experiences,” Susan restated to the young woman.

“I realize I may not fit into the mold that your client is searching for, but I may be able to offer you a resource that will be very valuable indeed for your research,” Crystal said, coyly.

“And what type of ‘resource’ are we talking about exactly,” Susan asked inquisitively.

“Well, I happen to enjoy pleasuring many older women, and have a few numbers of some very sexy and available women who are in the exact age range you’re seeking,”

“And what do you get out of this, if I may ask?” Susan was really hooked now. She imagined that Crystal was going to be slightly offended when she found out that she was too young to participate in the actual research.

“Why don’t you come back to my place and I’ll give you a firsthand demonstration of my cunninglinguistic talents, if you don’t like what you see and feel, then I’ll leave you alone. But remember, I do have more than a few contacts of women who will be interested in talking about their sex lives on camera,” Crystal had more in mind than just sucking some pussy tonight, her instincts told her that Susan was a submissive woman and she’d make her beg to be taken any way the young dominatrix could imagine.

“Sounds good, let’s go!” Susan said, taking the bait.

“I ‘ll gladly drive you home afterwards if you want, how far away do you live Susan?” Crystal asked as they walked towards her small sedan.

“Are you always this upfront with yourself, or is it just around college professors and women past 40?” Susan inquired, feeling a bit weird about going back to this young woman’s apartment after only a few drinks.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just really enjoy being with older women, there’s something about the maturity level that turns me on,” Crystal said, almost in a sing-song voice.

At the first stop light, Crystal turned to Susan and told her she was very aroused after hearing about the project. Crystal placed her hand on Susan’s bare leg and caressed her firm thigh as she drove home. Crystal sensed Susan’s reluctance and hesitation in moving so fast.

“Nothing to worry about Susan, just two women having some fun tonight, ordu escort okay?”

Crystal had a modest apartment in the working class part of the college town. When they entered the dark apartment, the young woman made her move. The only light came from a few small night-lights in the bedroom and the tiny kitchenette.

“Show me your bathroom, I’ll be right out,”

“Sure,” she said and led Susan through to her bedroom and put on the bath light. A few minutes later, Susan came out and was surprised to see Crystal in her thong and push up bra.

“You’ve got such a hot body Susan, come with me!”

Crystal grabbed Susan by the wrist and lead her to the bedroom which was completely dark and threw her on the bed. She jumped on her and pinned her down while she grabbed her arms and tied them quickly to her bedposts. She finished the ritual by roughly grabbing Susan’s firm legs and tying them to the ropes she always kept ready on the lower end of her bed.

“Oh Fuhh, oh my God, what do think you’re doing?” Susan cried out. She hated when she cursed, and instinctively didn’t complete her Anglo-Saxon expletive. A second later Crystal slapped her hard across her face and told her the way it was going to be.

“Ouch! you FUCK!” Susan was loosening up.

Crystal turned on a small lamp which had a dark red filter over the bulb and transparent lampshade over it, which gave the room an ominous glow.

“Listen, you’re my slave tonight bitch. You’ll call me Mistress. No matter what I do its ‘Yes, Mistress,’ you got it?”

“Yes Mistress,” Susan mumbled, purposely.

“I couldn’t hear you bitch, what was that?!” Crystal yelled as she took off Susan’s shoes and began undressing her.

“Yes Mistress Cryst_all!” Susan yelled as the young woman quickly got her down to her bra and panties.

“That’s a little better, bitch, I’ll be right back, don’t even think of trying to get loose, you’ll just hurt yourself and make matters worse,” Crystal said as she went into the other room to change.

Crystal came back in wearing her shiny leather boots, a black leather thong and her special leather push up bra, which made her 34C tits look more prominent. She carried a small tray of items which she placed on a night table and took the riding crop from under her arm and introduced herself once more to her submissive for the evening.

“You may be the director of your little documentary, but here, I’M IN CHARGE, and you will OBEY everything I order you to do!”

Susan sniffled, she looked up at this imposing woman who was very sexy in a very subtle way, and nodded in the affirmative.

“What?!”

She whipped her arm back and let the crop do its task on Susan’s thigh. It made a whooshing sound followed by a sharp crack, which made Susan yelp as the pain registered.

“Ok Mistress Crystal,” Susan whimpered.

“That’s better.”

Somewhere deep in her mind though, Susan was terribly aroused. She could feel her cunt twitching as she watched Crystal move around in her leather boots. She desperately wanted so much to suck her pussy and feel the softness of her embrace too, but she knew she would have to wait maybe for another time, or not, depending upon how she was treated.

Crystal looked down at the older woman, she had a fine body for a woman in her mid forties she thought. She’d enjoy the treatment she was about to administer to the tenured professor of journalism. She came up to the bed and put her right boot right between Susan’s breasts and told her lean up and kiss the bottom of her shiny boot.

Susan obeyed, slowly at first but kissed the shiny part of the tip of the front and not the bottom, dirty part.

Whack. Susan felt the crop across her back as Crystal made her do it properly the second time.

“Do you like this bitch, am I making you feel better now?” Crystal yelled.

“Yes Mistress, I feel better, but I’d feel even better if I you’d permit me suck your pussy too!”

“CUNT! How dare you ask me that so soon!”

But Crystal was a weak domina. She hadn’t trained hard enough to do this long term and wanted to mount the horny woman and make her suck her needy pussy mound. She went back to the tray and grabbed her Ben Wa Balls and some lube.

Crystal approached the bed slowly and kneeled in between Susan’s strong legs. She caressed the inside of her soft thighs with her fingers and then ran the riding crop’s tassel up to her vagina. She looked at her vulva and parted her moist lips with her fingers, gingerly and very deliberately placed some lube inside her pussy then inserted the Ben Wa balls and pushed them in a good way. Then she placed a small pillow under Susan’s butt so they would press up against her G spot easier.

“You stay there bitch. Enjoy what I just gave you and be glad I’m not going whip you all night long,”

Susan had never felt anything like this before. She’d heard about this toy but was hesitant to try them for some unearthly reason. As she squirmed around the balls rize escort seemed to tingle and create a whole other, more intense sense of arousal that was so good. Susan felt the warmth of the balls as they stimulated her very sensitive spot. It made her more desirous of her Mistress and she desperately wanted to smell Crystal’s juices and have a chance to suck her clit. She’d do anything she was asked of if she could just let her tongue glide around Crystal’s musky clitoris.

Crystal left the room for a moment and came back wearing black garters and stockings, shucking her boots for high heels and a longer riding crop with more of a whip attached. She also changed into thinner, more transparent thong. She shaved most of her pubic hair, with only a neat thatch of hair on the topside of her vulva. Her pussy was getting more aroused by the minute as she thought about what she’d like to do with this woman while she was tied down to her bed.

Crystal walked up to Susan as she squirmed on the bed, her moist lubed pussy lips oozing some sweet juices and the silk line connecting the two balls sticking out of her neatly trimmed mound. Crystal ordered Susan to sit up which she could barely do, but the ties weren’t that tight on her wrists and she was able to move up so that her Mistress could remove her bra completely, exposing Susan’s pert nipples. They were a dark brown and her aureolas were an inch and half wide with large protruding nipples. Crystal teased them, pinched the left one and then took a plastic clothespin from the tray and put it right on the extended nipple.

“How’s that feel bitch, you enjoying this?” Crystal asked in her most demanding voice. She loved pinching and torturing nipples and loved getting hers bend and twisted too. Crystal took some of the flavored lube and moistened her two fingers and applied a small amount to her Susan’s hard nipples. She took off the pin for this but placed it back on with more pressure, making her submissive wince and cry out in pleasure and pain.

“Oh take me already Mistress Crystal, take my nips and pussy and fuck me hard, PLEASE!”

“Is that what you really want? How do you know I won’t torture your soft pussy with a hard stick first?” Crystal asked.

The dominant woman yearned to jump on this luscious woman and suffocate her with her wet pussy juices, but she first had to show her who was really in charge of the pleasure and pain.

Crystal told her desirous submissive to sit up on her forearms and loosened the ties on her wrists a bit to allow this. Then she took the riding crop and placed it lengthwise under Susan’s breasts and pushed up her lovely tits while she twisted the clothespin around slowly.

“Unnnghhh, oh fuck, yes, oh fuck yes YES, I love that!!” Susan cried as she enjoyed the physical abuse that Crystal was dishing out.

“You love what, you bitch?”

“I love what you’re doing to my titties, Mistress Crystal,” Susan complied.

“Please let me suck your lovely tits, Mistress, PLEASE?”

“NO, You’ll do as your commanded by me not what you want, to please your lustful mind!” Crystal said, surprising herself.

But Crystal undid her own bra , stepped out of her thong and straddled Susan’s firm, yet prone upper body. She couldn’t hold back her own lust for this older woman who she yearned to tease and pleasure. She inched up slowly, her bottom rubbed against the clothespins, which caused Susan to wince in pain. She thrust her moist, shaved pussy into Susan’s mouth and began humping her mouth with lusty abandon. Crystal’s breasts bounced up and down wildly as she pounded Susan’s face with her pussy.

“You want to suck my pussy, so suck me now, suck me hard and fast and make me cum all over your face, bitch!” Susan gobbled her clitoris up with her experienced tongue as the younger dominant humped and thrust her pussy from side to side and up and down, so that all of Susan’s face was soon covered with Crystal’s gooey juices.

“Ummmmpphhh, unggnhh, unnghh,” Susan mumbled some unintelligible words under her breath.

Whoosh! CRACK! The crop slapped against the side of Susan’s flank as Crystal demanded more tongue.

“Get your tongue in my hot pussy bitch, all the way in, suck on my clit hard, bite it, BITE IT BITCH!” Crystal yelled.

Susan pursed her lips around the swollen nub and pulled it back as her teeth bit down, eliciting a loud cry of pain from her Mistress.

Susan felt the ties on her left wrist loosen from the movement she was doing and in second she was free and stuck her left two fingers in Crystal’s pussy and finger fucked her fast and hard. She could feel Crystal’s love canal tighten and a final few hard thrusts by this luscious woman on top of her yielded her first orgasm.

“Ohh, ohhh, unnghhh,, fuck me, fuck me hard Susan, fuck, I’m cummminngghhhhhHHHAHH,” Crystal continued to straddle the older woman and saw that Susan had not had anywhere near enough of her pussy.

A torrent of her juices flowed out around Susan’s mouth and chin, she swallowed as much as she could and kept on coming back for more. A clear sheen of the residue of her fluids were visible around Susan’s mouth. Yet the horny professor couldn’t suck enough of Crystal’s fragrant pussy juices, and kept going in for more.

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Most mothers would never confess to having an affair with a younger man. Even fewer would confess to seducing innocence and forcing their wiles on a clueless 18-year old boy. Wondering how this anonymous temptress can sleep at night? She doesn’t, which only makes things worse.

Women like me, the ones that would confess to having an affair with a younger man, prefer to say that the young lion was the aggressor. They feel more comfortable confessing that they were seduced by a passionate spectacle, an uncontrollable superstar that overpowered their ladylike restraint. This makes my revelation all the more shocking. The young man that I seduced could be called innocent, even ignorant of my designs. In turn, his innocence, his complete ingenuousness to temptation, is what inspired me.

I am a woman of 40 years old, with curly brown hair and a body of average proportions. Being an active housewife keeps me busy and averagely fit. Sometimes I spend time with my grown daughter and handle her two babies for that extra “lift”, which keeps my arms strong even if I still qualify as a plus size dress. I am proud of my body and delighted when my husband tells me that I look as sexy now as I did 20 years ago. That said, most people could never fathom why I would have lustful desires for such a younger man.

His name was James. When I first heard that an 18-year-old boy was coming to housesit for my husband Barr and I, I was slightly unnerved. I admit the thought of a horny young boy in my bedroom sniffing my dirty panties was unsettling. I tried to warn Barr of the possible danger, but he laughed off my worries. I even had Barr playback the security footage just to show him how harmless this man-child James really was. I was slightly embarrassed when all the footage revealed was the young man eating pizza and watching syndicated sitcoms. Now that I look back, maybe my paranoia was fueled by a glimmer of wishful thinking.

James was physically fit; he was a farm boy that had just recently come to the big city only to land the job of a gas station cashier. James had broad shoulders, strong arms, thick blonde hair and a shy smile. His eyes were pure and unpretentious. He was the type of young man who would run across a block just to track you down and give back extra change. I knew of him because he was the son of my former housekeeper, a woman who I was very close to even after she retired. My attraction to her son developed over time; I failed to realize, it was a latent attraction for many years.

I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that I loved James. I did love his innocence, and wonder how much better the world would be, if everyone were a bit more childlike. However, my love only deepened for Barr as the years passed. What I felt for James was an attraction. I admired his body. I began to long for his face in quiet moments. Sometimes I would think unmentionable thoughts about him and snicker, just wondering how he would blush to hear me repeat them. I began to hear his docile voice at night and wondered how he would sound in bed whispering to his own future wife. Barr is a good husband and rarely ever leaves me alone at night. However, when he does, the intensity is unbearable. On those rare, lonely nights I started to think of James and wild sensations came over me, of inviting him to my house for no apparent reason. I wondered what he would say or do. That boy, always so selfless and positive, I know he would never say no to me. Though I do wonder if confronted with me in a sexy red camisole and dry martini, if he would have faintest notion on what to do next.

I still remember the day that Barr told me had to take a week-long business trip and would have no choice but to leave me unattended and alone in the house. He apologized for moments on end but all I could hear was my pounding heartbeat, becoming increasingly painful as each moment passed. I realized then and there, that I could not resist this temptation. The idea of one free week, and seven days of restless, quiet boredom, would either give me too much opportunity or at least drive me to the brink of insanity. The only way to cure this throbbing in my soul, and yearning in my intimate parts, would be to invite him to me. To speak to him alone. To seduce him. To force him to make love to me. If I didn’t do it, I would be a better person; I would have resisted a terrible temptation. I would live a happy marriage and have no regrets. But if I didn’t take him, my curiosity would never rest. If I did, and if there were fierce consequences to follow, I would have to accept them. Reality would scorch my flowing oasis.

I waited until the third night of solitude and then called my former cleaning woman, with the message that I would ordu escort require the services of her son for house sitting. I remember chatting with her so innocuously, improvising details about a fictitious “trip” that Barr and I were going on. How odd, that I loved this woman so much, but felt no remorse of lying to her, and ordering her son to be delivered as fresh meat. I was using him, taking advantage of his youthful, virile body. Part of me even wanted his mother to watch the rape unfold, so that a pair of mournful eyes would judge me. Does that make me a psychopath? Anonymously, I asked both a psychologist and a swinger to explain my obsession to me. One said I was a very sick woman and the other applauded my efforts to explore my peaking sexuality. The idea of rationalizing my behavior turned me off. The fact that he was of legal age, as opposed to the first time I lay eyes on him, was becoming a slight disappointment. I was destined to taste his forbidden fruit.

When James first arrived I inquired about his method of transportation. The dear, he had none, and walked a good mile to come to my humble home. His generosity brought a smile to my face and a stain to my panties. Every look he gave me was one of friendship and loyalty. He would make a better woman than I weep at herself and feel remorseful of thinking such awful things. I suppose that means I’m incorrigible.

I asked James inside. We made small talk for a while. To my amazement, James never once snuck a look at my cleavage or gawked at my legs. I should mention that I was wearing jeans and a high top, but still, for an 18-year old that restraint was amazing to me. I excused myself and decided to slip into something a bit more aesthetic. I purposely left the door open hoping that James would peer inside and see my naked body from a generous distance. I glanced back but James was just looking cluelessly around the room. For a moment I pondered how embarrassed I would be if I came onto this quizling and he rejected me in puerile shame. The thought only aroused me further and I started to have shortness of breath.

I approached James wearing my red camisole, giving him a see-through shot of my C cup breasts and my lacy panties. I wanted the transition from mom-next-door to smoldering femme fatale to be alarming. To my amusement, James merely returned my breathy “hellooo” with an affirmative and amicable nod. I started to wonder if he was a virgin and if he even knew what a woman in heat looked like. The thought of it made my loins flood and I knew at that moment that he smelled something exciting and new.

I told him that I was attracted to him and that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Is it a sin to speak the truth? He tried to nod it off, politely reflecting my sentiments, but with an uncomfortable lean back. I elaborated and even said that I wanted to make love to him. James didn’t scream or lunge back, but he did seem genuine confused. He asked about my husband, what Barr would think if he saw the two of us together? I happily exploited his words, using circular logic and promising the exciting notion of a secret between us. James pondered the possibility, finally taking a glimpse of my ample breasts and milky-white legs. Still, he turned me down, saying that he would know if it happened and that it would be “wrong.”

I accepted his resolution and sat myself down by his side. Minutes passed and I enjoyed the awkward tension between us. He didn’t know how to excuse himself and I was so aroused I could hardly breathe. Eventually, I gently put my hand on his knee and subtly worked my way up past his thigh and up to his manhood. I looked into his eyes as I made his bulge grow; his eyes showed fear but an unwillingness to resist my will. His respect and admiration for his mother’s friend were stronger than his shyness or his guilt complex. In fact, the only remorse he seemed to fathom was a sin committed against his own principles. I asked him if he ever touched himself and he replied no, seeming oblivious to what it meant. I unzipped his pants, ignoring his repetition of my name, anxiously awaiting to see what the erect penis of a young man looked like. The more he objected the more I whispered “please”, so longingly, so reassuringly, that he couldn’t object. He couldn’t hurt the feelings of a person he cared so deeply about.

I gripped his member in redemption, stroking it delicately, never taking for granted that I was holding James’ essence—his spirit and his most personal weakness in my hands. His penis was beautiful, a perfectly sexual representation of his boyish, guileless charm. I whispered to him that we wouldn’t have to tell anyone what we did and that every two people whoever meet in rize escort life have at least one “secret” between them. I tried to put my mouth on his head but the moment he saw my red lips so closely massaging his prick he shifted back from me.

He didn’t answer me when I asked him what’s wrong. I knew that my body was doing a fine job of representing my essence to James. He was growing rock hard in anticipation and finally allowed himself to stare at my breasts in awe. I said nothing for a few long moments, but allowed him to look at me, to scan my body and imagine the possibilities. My next move was to try and ride him on top. I desired his dryness to enter my wet sanctuary; I wanted that flaming wick be extinguished. But when I climbed atop his hips, my center region spread open wide, this seemed to scare him the most. The frustrating thought of how to successfully steal a young man’s virginity only stimulated my natural juices, even as he continued to politely flee from me.

Right after I asked him if he was my friend, to which he nodded profusely, I took his hand and put it to my bosom. The touch of a mature woman’s breasts excited him and he began to breathe throatily, accepting the fact that I wouldn’t allow him to resist me. Love wouldn’t take no for an answer, not today. I met his eyes and smiled at him, letting him know that everything was going to be okay. I lifted off my camisole slowly and exposed my naked breasts. This time, he reached out and touched them of his own accord. Slowly but surely he was gaining confidence. He at last discovered his pleasure and communicated that thrill to me through his body heat. I knew then in my heart that someday he would make many women very happy.

I knew that the boy was too afraid of my wetness and unfamiliar with the full capacity of a woman’s lips. He left me no choice but to smother him in my affections. I got off the couch and dropped to my knees, my breasts still bouncing back and forth much to his fascination. I leaned forward and suffocated his tower with my breasts, easing it between my mountains of flesh. My erect nipples rubbed against his unshaven pubic hair while my bosom rode his firm, defiant staff. Though he was becoming breathless with excitement, I sensed that I was chafing him. I reached down and put my hand inside my pussy taking some of that wetness up with me. The scent of a woman enthralled him, as I smeared the juices all over his throbbing, choirboy steeple. A big hug later, my breasts were soaked with natural lubricant and glistened as I mashed together my femininity with his harder sex.

I increased the speed of my bouncing as I sensed he was aching to come, and probably for the first time in his life. I wanted him to come while looking into my trusting eyes, my supple breasts still betraying him with devastating intensity. I opened my eyes wide and watched as his ejaculate flew all over my womanly charms. His spunk lotioned my hair, prettied my face, brightened my lips and brought gooey tears to my eyes. James looked shock. As I suspected, the boy had never come before. He even apologized a few times for “corrupting” me. I gave him permission to use the shower but not before giving him an eyeful of my unfettered nakedness—my drenched breasts, my pudgy tummy and my creamy bush. He watched my fleshy ass bounce away with all the devotion of a new worshiper.

The second day of the free week, he returned to my home. Upon seeing him I felt less pounding excitement; it was more of a sentimental reunion. As soon as I closed the door behind me, he began kissing my chin and my throat, eager to begin his new sexual experiment. This newly carved specimen didn’t need further polishing. It was time for him to shine in his new role as a lecherous paramour. I pushed away his pecking lips and demanded that he follow me to my bedroom. I wasn’t about to guide him through his next lesson. He had to show me what he wanted and communicate his need. I wanted this fledging to fly immediately after being shoved from the nest.

So I lay on the bed and ordered James to undress. This command caught him off guard, as he clearly wasn’t the type to admire his own masculinity in the mirror. His face became bashful and he hesitated, probably second-guessing if he should stay or run away to a safe place. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, looking at me in uncertainty. I gave him no reward or no kind face to encourage him. I merely glared, testing his resolve. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and dropped them giving me a glance at his quickly shrinking erection. When I demanded that he drop his briefs and give me a clear and unfettered view of his cock he shook his head in shame.

I laughed when he politely refused and sakarya escort went to reach for his pants. I felt obliged to remind him that it was he who requested our second tryst and that he would have to see it to its completion, regardless of how I behaved. Otherwise, his mother would be informed of something truly terrible. Nothing too kinky or empowering. Perhaps I would say that Barr caught him on tape sniffing my underwear. The thought shocked him and he despaired. I, on the other hand, had to cross my legs to keep from squirting. I watched James pull his briefs down exposing a hard member, one that was quickly gaining strength even after a humiliating defeat. I wish I could say that I was teaching James the joys of BDSM. Truth be told, the whole experience was a selfish one and one that made me as wet as I have ever been since my elementary school “accidents.”

I made James wait and feel the awkward energy. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do but fulfill my commands and suffer the manipulation. I commanded him to come and undress me and to look at my body carefully as he did so, never taking for granted this wonderful privilege. Loyal to the end, the young dick did just so, first removing my blouse button-by-button and then patiently pulling off my stockings. He tried to take my skirt and panties off, but I wouldn’t cooperate. I struggled to remain put, while he groaned and pouted, always ready to call it quits, but still fearing my heartless retribution.

He finally became frustrated and took me by force, throwing my legs up in the air and pulling all my bottom clothing down in one violent sweep. There he saw it, my bare bush and my pristine oasis waiting to be penetrated. Any more teasing the boy and he would probably force himself on me, so the last request I would make from him had to be quick. I meekly rolled over to my mini-dresser by the bed and pulled out a silver package. The same shiny trifle that would one day become his best friend.

Put this on, I told him, giving him one last sincere smile. He carefully tore the packet open and eyed the rubber in endearing passivity. I stifled a laugh when he tried to put the condom on backwards and then showed him the proper way to “suit up.” I spread my legs apart and gave him a full view of my snatch, stretching out my clitoris with one hand and pulling my labia apart with the other. As he climbed atop me and entered my soaked haven with his beautiful cock, I grasped his pasty butt cheeks and pulled them closer to me, making sure I could feel every last inch of his thrust. He recklessly pounded me, slipping out repeatedly and staining my clean sheets with natural lube and pre-cum. When he was ready to give himself to me, to my surprise, he pulled himself out and watched as he ejaculated inside the condom.

There James sat on my bed, his sweaty ass rolling over my satin pillow, and his face fully satiated. He pulled off the loaded condom and thoughtlessly shoved it aside, allowing it to drip all over our new carpet. Sweet James, this naked young stallion, was only beginning to realize his full potential. The third night I ignored his calls and the fourth, I turned the lights out pretending that I had left town. I said nothing to him ever again, which probably scared him to death during those first two guilt-ridden weeks. I shudder to think of how my abuse will affect his future outlook on sex. Maybe he will become a real heartbreaker in his time. Maybe he will blame me for fucking up his life. I shudder…and I come again.

In case you’re wondering how I can sleep at night after what I’ve done, the truth is that I spend most of my nights battling insomnia. Often times I sit in my bed, never once cleaned from his taint, and I long for another week of vacation. I hardly ever get a good night’s sleep. On the rare occasion that I do, I am always basted in the sperm of a virgin.

I did have quite a surprise that second week, when Barr finally came home. He took it upon himself to check the security camera. No, I didn’t receive my comeuppance, so continue to hate me if you must. Actually, after viewing the footage a red-faced Barr proceeded told me that he had always entertained a recurring fantasy of his beautiful wife having sex with another man. A much younger man, the type of young hard stallion that he always aspired to be but fell short of because psychopathic women are indeed a rare breed. I became overjoyed that I inadvertently fulfilled his fantasy and the two of us made cruel love to each other all over the stained, smelly sheets. Now the both of us spend long, lonely nights in bed yearning to find another diamond in the rough, that charming spirit of ignorance, that one delicacy that cannot be turned away. A woman like me doesn’t confess sins very often, but when I do, I unleash every loathsome thought. The subaudition trickles forth and pangs of conscience strike me seven times, as I become rigid and purged. Innocence seduces me and I return its challenge in kind.

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Based on Willing Slaves by Daniel Orme. Used by permission.

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I slowly walked into my office. But still I managed to do just that, cursing in pain. My desk barely fit into the small room that people had the nerve to call an office.

Dressed in a green golf shirt and khakis, I was ready for the day of work ahead.

“This sucks!” I complained, uselessly.

“Albert, are you okay,” my secretary Pam called from her own desk out in the equally small, so called reception area.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, smiling at her concern. “Just stubbed my toe — again.” I finally got to my chair without further incident, and booted up my laptop. After it finished waking up, I signed on to read my email. I bypassed all the others and clicked on one tagged “The Secret of My Happiness.”

I smirked and snorted derisively as I clicked on that email. Probably another scam.

My eyebrows rose to my short, close-cropped curly brown hair when I read the header. I recognized the email address as being Dr. Neil Green’s. I hadn’t heard from him in over a year, after he went to the Virgin Islands to do some research, thanks to a huge grant that we here at the university were still gossiping over, mainly how on earth did he get all that money from those stingy bastards.

The email had a cover note with an attachment. The cover note was brief and a little cryptic — enough so that I was very curious.

“Dear Al,” I read to myself.

“As you are somewhat of a science buff in addition to a colleague who shares my interest in the slavery period, you might find this document highly interesting. It has certainly changed my life for the better, and I have found that I cannot continue keeping it all to myself with a clear conscience. Therefore, I am passing this on to the one person whom I know would not misuse this gift — you. I know that your circumstances are, or were, similar to mine.

“The following mixture and formula is for a substance that will greatly increase your physical and mental stamina. You will be able to satisfy women like never before, as well as read their minds with ease — other people’s minds, too.

“I don’t have to explain to you the profound implications of this if it were to fall in the wrong hands.

“I would suggest that you save the attached file on a disk, and keep that disk in a secure location. If you print this email, burn it after you have taken the formula. I can honestly say there is nothing funky in this formula, just natural herbs and plants.

“Wishing you good luck, your colleague, Neil Green.”

I sat back, pondering this message. Then I clicked Download Now. It was a simple text file, and downloaded quickly. I signed off right away, without reading my other email, so I could read this attachment.

It was a journal written by a slave girl, and the reading was highly unusual — it recounted her extremely happy days in the keeping of one Jebediah Harrington. At the end of this slave journal, was a short letter written by the slave owner himself, entitled “The Secret of My Life.”

That was a most interesting document.

I was torn between “you gotta be kidding” skepticism, and “this could be the solution to all my problems” euphoria.

After that letter, was the recipe and a formula. It was very simple. And, being familiar with the organic food store where my sister shops at, I knew exactly where to find all these ingredients.

So I went shopping. Couldn’t hurt to try it.

A couple of hours later or so, I sat in my house, still very skeptical.

I had gone to the organic food store, bought the stuff, brought it home, and mixed the formula. Now the thermos sat on the counter next to the stove.

The email said the stuff was perfectly safe, but knowing me I was probably allergic to all the ingredients. The hardest part to believe was that this simple concoction was going to give me the power to read — and change — people’s minds.

All at once, I picked up the thermos and slugged the stuff down in one long swallow. Then I washed out the thermos and the pot.

I had already put the disk in my safe, after I had encrypted all the data on it.

Then I sat down on my couch and waited. For something.

Ten minutes later, I was still sitting on my couch, feeling extremely, profoundly foolish, feeling that I had wasted my entire day, despite the fact that my colleague — and friend — Neil Green had highly recommended this…whatever it was.

I went back to my office. Like my colleague Dr. Green, I shared this office-closet with a fellow researcher, one Doctor Kelli Franklin, and our secretary, Pam Brown. And both of them are of African American descent — my favorite.

I had read many of Dr. Franklin’s articles, and tremendously respected her work, even though I had never met her, which was why I was extremely excited to be sharing an office, and a project, with her, although it was more presentational in nature than investigational, lecturing at high schools and such. Her journal articles were elegant mardin escort pieces of simplicity, drawing simple conclusions from basic evidence.

The journals that published her articles reported that Kelli had graduated from Stanford, no less, with a BA, double majoring in History and African American Studies, no less, then her Master’s in history and Doctorate from Cal State Berkeley.

The journals did not mention that Doctor Kelli Franklin was a walking fantasy, a petite little thing, no more than five-two in height and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, but with a smooth chocolate complexion of the deepest darkest brown, like fudge, and curves to die for, plus a lovely smile, complete with dimples, and long, shiny, jet black, straight hair that went more than halfway down her back, and eyes to match.

Our secretary Pam, was another story — she was about five five, and a little hefty, but she had very little to be self-conscious about, especially today.

Her 38dd’s threatened to rip her butter yellow satin blouse, and her matching leather skirt was drawn tightly across her 36 hips, 24 waist, and one truly amazing booty. Her complexion was like coffee with milk added, and matched her hair, which was also light brown with blonde highlights, and straight and shiny, and brushed her shoulders. Her eyes were light brown, too, and were a bewitching almond shape. Her legs were slim, with pretty feet that were encased in white patent leather pumps today.

As I approached her desk, her smile and twinkling eyes nearly made me speechless. And suddenly I realized I could read her thoughts!

That moment was like thunder and lightning. All the warnings in the email came to alarming relevance.

I went back to reading Pam’s mind. It was very explicit reading, too. Her mind was alive with fantasies, mainly about how she wanted to unbutton her blouse right now and let me suck her tits. From reading her mind I also learned she wore no panties underneath the leather encasing her hips.

But I recovered and said, “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“No, Albert, but one of the trustees, Andrew Willis, called to say he will be coming over at about three this afternoon to discuss funding and whatnot.”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “Great. Where are we going to put him?”

Pam laughed loudly, throwing her head back and clapping her manicured hands. “Let him stub his toes in here, he might agree to get us a bigger office.”

“Hm, right,” I agreed. I looked at Kelli’s open office door and said, “Where’s Kelli?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Albert, I thought you knew,” Pam said respectfully.

“Knew what?” I asked patiently.

“That she’s taking the day off today,” Pam explained. “She said she was tired.”

I nodded. We had indeed done a lot of work between the two of us, getting ready for the first presentations, scheduled to start next week. “Okay, no sweat, it’s a light day anyway,” I assured her. “What time is it now?”

Pam looked at her watch. “It’s only one. We have plenty of time to find Willis a place to sit,” she said, filing her inch-long unpolished acrylic nails.

“I was thinking of doing something else,” I said suggestively, even as I gently rearranged her thoughts, putting her secretarial duties in the back of her mind, and putting her desire for me in the front. We did, after all, have two hours.

“What’s that, Albert?” Pam asked softly.

I reached my hand out, and she put hers in mine as she stood up. “Come with me to my so-called office,” I suggested.

Pam laughed loudly, then followed me like a good girl, but once I closed my office door, she took command, pulling me towards her gently but firmly, putting her arms around my shoulders and giving me a soft deep passionate kiss that lasted at least fifteen minutes, followed by a nice hug.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she whispered sexily.

Then she pulled back and couldn’t unbutton her shirt fast enough. As she did so, I cupped and fondled her breasts through her blouse, making her exhale a little faster. Finally she undid the last button, and I pulled the satin apart to reveal a pair of lovely breasts, barely contained by a white bra that she practically ripped off. Then I felt her hand on the back of my head, push my face gently but firmly to her bosom.

I accepted her offering, wrapping my lips and tongue around her dark brown nipple, in the center of her coffee-colored breast.

“Oh, Albert, baby,” she moaned softly.

Topless, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a tube of lipstick, and devilishly put on a goodly coating. Then she slowly reached down and gently cupped my cock and balls, and gently squeezed.

She slowly unzipped my fly, and my cock just popped out.

Pam smiled, then she looked down and her mouth became an O. I looked down too, to discover that the formula had enlarged my measly six-inch erect cock to an astounding eight inches! Even better, my erection was rock solid and wasn’t about to fade.

Pam nevşehir escort kissed me again, as she took my cock in her hand and began stroking it. Her soft light touch was so nice. She paused in her kisses. “I never knew you were such a beautiful man,” she said softly. She took my hand again and had me sit down in my chair.

Then she got down in between my legs, with a sweet but mischievous smile.

Suddenly I felt my cock surrounded by soft warm skin. I looked down to see that she was pressing her breasts together, with my cock in between. I needed little prompting. I began moving my hips. Her tits were big enough that my cock was completely surrounded in softness.

“Mmm, you like that, huh, baby?” Pam asked softly.

“Yes,” I gasped. I got to fuck her titties for ten minutes. Heaven!

“Let’s see how you like this,” she said. She got down on her knees, making sure her breasts brushed my erection once more, then began licking the tip of my cock. I was sitting back, my eyes closed, then I felt Pam’s lips wrap around my cock and suck softly, starting at the head, then move down slowly, then back up again.

“Oh, Pam,” I groaned, opening my eyes and looking down at her.

Pam made an mmmm-ing noise of her own.

She was merciless, that girl. She didn’t stop sucking me until I came all over her face, hair and tits. I grabbed a box of tissues but she was too busy cleaning herself off!

Then I stood her up and sat her down on my desk.

“What do you wanna do to me, baby?” she asked me softly but sultrily.

I gently spread her legs and pulled her to the edge. I kissed her, loving the feel of her full lips, and especially the lipstick she wore. Then I moved down and just savored every curve of her tits, kissing them, caressing them, and finally sucking on the nipples.

“Oh baby, don’t stop,” Pam said breathily.

Then I reluctantly left her bosom, kissing down her tummy, and finally reaching that spot between her legs. It didn’t take a professor to see she was ready and then some — the little patch of light brown pubic hairs were completely soaked.

I slowly kissed my way up her leg, from her high heeled pumps, up the curve of her calf, past her knee, then teasingly up her thigh. By the time I arrived at her thigh she was trembling with desire and anticipation, moaning softly and biting her lower lip.

I went in, so to speak. I finally got to taste that chocolate cream pie. Pam gasped out loud as I gently licked her pussy lips. I was just about to spread her lips apart when I felt her high heeled shoe in my crotch.

I looked up. Pam looked pleasantly shocked and surprised that I was hard again. I was more than a little surprised myself!

Quickly, I stood up and moved in between her legs, put my arms around her waist, found the zipper on her skirt and unzipped it.

Pam smiled, pulled up her skirt around her waist, and spread her legs wider than before. Pam laughed a little bit as I practically ripped off my clothes, then got in place. While I was undressing, Pam had applied more lipstick. As I eased in between her legs, she slipped her arms around me and kissed me. Her words turned into moans as I slipped my cock inside her pussy. She was so wet that it took very little effort to get my entire cock inside her pussy. Then I began thrusting.

“You don’t know how looooo…How looo…oohh…ohhh, babyyyy….”

I didn’t even feel Pam dig her nails in my back as I quickly brought her to a shouting orgasm. I held her trembling brown body close to me, kissed her, smoothed back her hair from her forehead. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t run out of steam yet, and neither could she.

I smoothly fucked her to orgasm over and over. The power of my own orgasms were unbelievable, but for every one of mine she had at least two. I still continued to move my hips forward and back, gently.

Pam had to struggle to get her composure back. “Baby….I mean, baby,” she breathed deeply, laughing a little. “We’ve got to get the office reeeaaadyyyy….” Her nails momentarily dug in my back again as she had another powerful orgasm, then she smiled and kissed me again. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, caressing me.

I held her gently as her head slowly rested on my shoulder, and then I realized she had fallen asleep in my arms. Poor thing, I had worn her out — and I was still hard, too. Totally unbelievable!

I picked her up and put her in my chair, smoothed back her hair and kissed her forehead. I looked at my watch and quickly put my pants and shirt back on — Willis was due in about twenty minutes!

I went out front and leaned against Pam’s desk just as Andrew Willis came through the door, not even bothering to knock, all six foot plus of him. Even though the man was in his fifties, he still struck quite a presence, with his bald head, keen gaze and dark brown skin.

He used to be an NBA super star, until a knee injury sidelined him. But thanks to his celebrity endorsements, he had enough money to throw away on stuff niğde escort like this. More than enough to get me a decent office.

I dropped my jealousy like a hot potato. Willis’ thoughts were about him concluding this meeting as quickly as possible so as to ditch his “loving wife” and see his mistress.

First I got Willis’ mind on business, and exactly what I wanted from him.

“This won’t take very long,” I said smoothly. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Willis guffawed. “I thought you had a secretary, Albert,” he teased me as he sat down at Pam’s desk.

“Well,” I guffawed back. “She left early to take care of some errands.” Like sleeping, I thought to myself.

“You know, Albert, I never realized how small this office is. You need a new one.”

“What about that new building across the way?” I asked. “You just mentioned last week you need a tenant pretty soon.”

“You are exactly right,” Willis replied. “You can have that office. It’s furnished, too.”

“And we could also use an increase in funding,” I mentioned casually.

“How much?” he asked.

“Oh, a couple of million will do,” I said. “And we need it right away.”

Willis nodded. “Absolutely. And don’t worry about moving. I’ll have some people come over this afternoon and pack for you.”

“I would appreciate that,” I said politely.

“Not a bother, Albert,” he said in friendly voice.

“Who should I expect first?” I asked.

“The money should come first,” he nodded. “It’ll take me a couple hours to get a truck over here to move your files.”

We shook hands. One thing Willis still had, was a strong grip. “Thank you very much, Mr. Willis,” I said respectfully. It didn’t hurt to be nice.

“No, thank you,” he said. “By tomorrow you’ll be in your new office.” And with that, Willis turned and left.

After he was safely out the door, I went to my office door and knocked, then politely opened the door and went inside. Pam was just waking up after her little nap. She came over, still topless, gave me a soft sweet hug and a soft kiss.

“You can go home early today if you want,” I said, surprising her.

“And you can come with me, if you want,” Pam said in a soft silky voice.

“Willis just approved our new office,” I explained, getting another hug and kiss in return. “They’re coming over today to pack for us and take the stuff over. Fortunately most of the stuff is already packed.”

Pam kissed me again. “No, it’s all packed,” she smiled. “Had to make room around here somehow.” She giggled a little, then made a little cooing noise. “Couldn’t have my baby stubbing his toes all the time.” Then we stood there kissing for a few minutes more.

“You are amazing,” I told her in between kisses. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Thank you,” she smiled back. “Now shut up.” We kissed for a few minutes more, slowly, softly, leisurely.

“Oh, guess what else happened?” I said.

“What’s that?” Pam sexily whispered while kissing my neck and ear.

“We also got a funding increase,” I said, moaning a little.

Pam stopped and pulled back. “Really! That’s wonderful!”

“Yeah, definitely. You and Kelli can go shopping for clothes.” Something else I got from reading Pam’s mind — a conversation between the two ladies that they would gladly wear sexier clothes if only they could afford to buy them. I gestured to her blouse and bra sitting on the desk, and her skirt still in disarray. “Speaking of clothes, I think maybe you should get dressed.”

Pam giggled and blushed. “What about Kelli?” she asked. She zipped her skirt up again and pulled it back down, then put her bra back on, but she had trouble getting the clasp. “Can you help me with this, baby?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said, holding the bra against her. “Sometimes I hate bras.”

“Don’t worry about Kelli. I’ll stop by her place and make sure she knows about our elevated status.” Fumbling a little, I clasped the clasp, and softly moved the straps back up on her shoulders. Then I gently moved into her thoughts and placed one that she didn’t need to wear a bra, if her tops were tight enough.

Pam flashed a sexy smile. “Okay.”

She reached for her blouse and finished buttoning it up. Then she put on some more lipstick and reached out her hand and gently tugged me over to her. Our kissing was about to cross over into hot and heavy mode, just as I heard someone out front.

“What was that?” I said.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Pam said seductively. “Except maybe my beating heart.” She put my hand on her chest. “Can’t you feel it?”

That’s when I heard someone say, “Hello?”

“I’ll be right back,” I said quickly to Pam.

“I’ll be waiting,” she smiled and winked.

I left her in my office, all hot and bubbly, and went out front. I saw a man carrying a briefcase. “Can I help you?” I said.

“Are you Albert Domano, PhD?”

“That’s me,” I confirmed. I took my little university ID badge out of my shirt pocket and showed it to him.

“Thank you, sir,” the man nodded. He handed me the briefcase and said, “This is yours. Have a good day.”

The man walked out crisply. Incredulous, I undid the locks on the briefcase and gasped. Row after row of bundled one hundred dollar bills sat neatly inside.

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As I sit back and look upon your trembling body. I think back to what has taken place to let you have this much trust in me to let everything happen to you in the way I am doing things. Thinking back to the beginning and the talking the W/we did with each other about what E/each other was looking for and their needs and wants. It has taken U/us a good 6 months of talking and getting the feel for E/each other that has lead U/us to this night of pleasure. I lean over you as you tremble waiting for what you know not what is coming and gently and lightly kiss your lips and whisper into your ear that I love you.

Slowly and gently I move back to your body and let you feel the sensation of my hands slowly caressing you. The light touch and then I let you feel the leather I have in my hands. I know you are wondering and thinking in your mind what is he touching me with and I know I trust him with my body and mind and heart. Knowing this from time of talking with E/each other has lets U/us learn E/each O/others desires and fantasies and the learning process of what I can do to you to expand on your limits. Then letting you feel the liquid warmth of the wax hitting your nipples from a distance but cool at the same time. Watching as your body trembles from the new sensation.

Smiling softly I hear you gasp at the feeling knowing I remember O/our talks and what you would like to try and feel. I let some more of the wax drip down onto your body watching you shakes and your moans of pleasure escape your lips. I slowly let the wax travel down your body to your tummy and navel watching you shake with pleasure. Leaning down I kiss your lips and I hear you whisper into my ears thanking me for remembering what you wanted as well and making it a reality for you. Smiling I lean back up and let the wax drip down over your mound and down over your clit. Watching your juices wetting the lips of your pussy and your hips moving in a gentle motion to meet the wax as it hits you.

Sitting back next to you I set the candle back on the table and light the fragranced candles of jasmine and wild berry letting the smells fill the room. Undoing your ankle clamps and then slowly moving up to your wrist undoing the clamps there as well I move and pick you up gently taking you into the bathroom and setting you down I make you a nice warm bath. Filling the tub with scented oils and making sure it is not too hot to burn or scold I lift you and set you into the tub. Slowly moving back I undress and then slip into the tub with you settling behind you and having you relax against me. Softly I begin caressing you mardin escort shoulders and massaging them and relaxing you and feeling your body. Learning every thing there is to learn about you as W/we travel down this lifestyle T/together.

After relaxing and I begin washing you starting with you’re face using a washcloth. Softly and slowly washing you softly and gently and lovingly moving down your body. I realize that this is O/our first true night of BDSM pleasuring and the thoughts of fulfilling your fantasies tonight are making me happy. Seeing you glow from the affection your receiving and the attention you deserve and love so much. Lifting you out of the tub I begin drying you off and in keeping the blindfold on you has been a new experience for you to not be able to see what is being done to you. Lifting you back in my arms I carry you back into the bedroom and sit you down on the bed.

Thinking to myself know the fun shall really begin and W/we shall see how much you enjoy the pleasures of the night and the loving you receive from your loving Master. Smiling I lay you back on the bed and leaning down I lick your neck softly biting you as I move down your body. Moving slowly down to your shoulders and then moving down to your breast nibbling and sucking. Taking your breast into my mouth and softly biting you and hearing your moans escape you lips. Knowing what you enjoy and want to feel I am more than willing to make my submissive happy.

At this time I raise your arms above your head and tie them to the headboard. Slowly moving my hands back down your body I move slowly to your feet and legs and slides between your legs a spreader bar. Keeping your legs spread wide for me I tie your ankles together. Smiling to myself I run the rope that I had hanging from the ceiling down to the rope that I just tied your ankles with. After tying the ropes together I slowly pull the rope and raise your ankles and legs up of the bed. Exposing your pussy and ass to my gaze and touch. Smiling knowing that you have wanted to try this and see how it would feel I let my hands caress you ass softly and gently feeling you tremble at my touch.

Reaching for the table I take the 9-inch dildo off the table and run it the length of your body smiling as you shake with pleasure. As I reach your pussy I lightly run the tip of the dildo over your lips and down to your ass. Seeing you try to thrust your hips to meet the toy but I keep it back just far enough to tease you some smiling. Reaching back over to the table I pick out the 6-inch butt plug and let your body feel it as I marmaris escort slowly run it down your body to your pussy and ass. The final toy I reach for is all leather and as the leather touches you try and hold back your moan of pleasure.

Sliding the 9-inch dildo up the lips of your pussy getting the head wet with your juices I slowly slide the head into your spread open pussy. Hearing you gasp from the feeling and the pleasure of having me do this to you makes you wetter and hotter. Looking up I see your nipples in their clamps getting harder and more aroused. Sliding the dildo into you a little more and moving it around in you making you move your hips to meet what I am doing to you. Slowly sliding more of the dildo into you filling your hot pussy I hear you finally let a moan escape your lips and smile as I finally slide the entire length into you.

Leaving the dildo buried in your pussy I pick up the butt plug and using some lube jell begin to lube your ass up. Sliding my fingers over your entrance I slip one at a time into you opening your ass for the pleasure it is about to receive as well. Slipping my fingers into you wiggling them around deep inside you I slide them back out and then tease your opening with the butt plug. Sliding it into you slowly watching your tight ass open up to it and letting it slide into you deeply. Filling you with its length and fullness I strap it onto your body so it will not slide out during you movements to your orgasm and total bliss.

Finally I move up to your ears and whisper into them asking you if you are enjoying what your Master is doing with your body and the sensations you are feeling at this time. Hearing you moan and answer yes to my questions I whisper into your ear that I love you and cherish this night W/we have together and will pleasure you tonight as you pleasure me always. Softly kissing your lips and sliding my tongue into your open mouth enjoying your sweet taste and letting you enjoy mine. I move the last toy down over your body till I find your clit with it.

Smiling I turn the toy on letting you feel its hum and vibration against you mound I move it up to your nipples. Watching and listening to you as it touches you and you feel the sensation. Knowing you are so very close and have been all night so far I lick your neck and bite you adding to this sensation you are feeling knowing you are trying very hard to control your orgasm. Knowing you will release your self when I give you the word I move slowly down your body with the toy. Letting it hum and vibrate over your body till I am back nevşehir escort down at your clit.

Ever so slowly I let it just barely touch the hood of your clit and hear you sharp intake of breath knowing you could lose it soon. But also knowing you wont till I say you can. Tonight you will experience the most intense pleasure you have ever felt and I am prolonging it a little longer. Touching your clit with the toy I move it slowly down over your clit and let it hum and work its magic on your clit. Watching you hips start to move and rotate I smiles knowing that when the time comes for you to let go you will and you will let go enjoying the pleasure.

Reaching around to the dildo I slowly start to move it in and out of your pussy with slow and deep movements filling your pussy and your clit is getting stimulated at the same time. As I thrust the dildo into your pussy harder and faster with your clit harder than it has ever been I whisper to you just loud enough to heard. Cum for me your Master now my love release and let your body enjoy the feelings. Watching you I see the expression of pure bliss on your face as you are finally able to release your pent and saved up orgasm at it rockets through your body.

I watch as your juices flow out of your pussy and run down your ass covering the toys and my hand. Smiling as you ride the waves that are pouring out through you knowing the pleasure you are felling and the total bliss that you are going into. Smiling I move slowly up to your lips after watching you have wave after wave slam through your body and kiss you deeply. Sliding my tongue into your mouth and dancing with your tongue in a deep and passionate kiss. Moving to undo your legs and sliding the toys out of you one at a time and slowly letting you relish the feelings. Knowing you will orgasm more I remove the toys and untie you ankles and removing the spreader bar from between your legs. Looking down at your pussy and the juices you have let loose I lean down and slide my tongue over you and taste your sweetness and drink from you.

Moving slowly back up your body and untying your wrist and softly and gently pulling your still trembling body to mine I hold you and caress you softly. Letting you calm down and relax after the intensity of the play that has happened so far tonight. Laying back with you in my arms and reaching over and getting the glasses of Champaign and handing one to you. W/ we drink T/together and then relax in each O/others arms and enjoy E/each O/other touch. Looking into your eyes I see the love and trust that I have come to earn from you and that you have given me as well. Whispering into your ear I love you and will cherish you with A/all I am able to and will care for you with A/all I am. Kissing you softly pulling you to me and holding you tight as W/we relax T/together.

To be Continued (maybe) “weg”

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A Night’s Work Ch. 2

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Heavens slut,

If you’ve not read the first chapter, you have no business being here… you will not comprehend…

… you are still on your knees and the towel still hangs precariously from your cock as you finish working my last finger/cock…

The feel of your soft wet warm mouth around my fingers and the skillful work of your tongue and lips made the image of my cock in your mouth feel so real my entire body aches with desire – I feel my hot juice leak from my pussy.

I reward you with a smile and the knowledge my pussy leaks its sweet juice as a result of your service. And I share with you my fear it may drip onto my shorts or boots or worse yet, the floor – I know this thought will make you beg for the opportunity to lick me before a drop hits the ground – you know I love to hear you beg and plead; and, I know you love the taste of my pussy and its cream. You know I love the feel of your tongue teasing my clit – we both know you can bring me ecstasy. You know I can make you stop at any time. And we both know, if you bend to clean my pussy, the towel will surely fall to the floor… but, I am the only one who knows what will happen when the towel falls.

The blood rushes through your body, again a flush comes over you – it is the anticipation of what may come – the unknown. Your desire to please me further with your tongue surpasses any fear of punishment – you know your Mistress is fair – you know you are always safe. Without hesitation you beg, plead, beseech me: Please, Mistress let me suck the juice from your pussy… I will accept any punishment, just to serve you… I will perform like no other – please Mistress, let me catch your sweet cream before it is wasted on the floor. My body aches to serve you, please Mistress – PLEASE… let me eat your pussy… I am so hungry… pleeeeeeeease Mistress.

As you beg, your body is trembling… you are overtaken by my desire, your lust, and that of those around you. I feel your devotion and am touched by your willingness to accept consequences for failing a task as reward for the opportunity to service my pussy and relieve my ache… you are true to your Mistress.

Very well, I reply; but, understand there will be consequences if the towel falls – and remember, you mustn’t cum or your training is over. Yes Mistress… anything… I will take any punishment for çanakkale escort this opportunity to taste your pussy… anything for your pleasure… I live to serve you… I will not cum… I don’t want my training to end… it is only the beginning…

With that, I take my foot still clad in the stiletto heeled black leather boots, careful not to disturb the towel seeming to tangle by a thread from your cock and spread your knees farther apart on the floor. I take your hair gently but firmly with both hands, spreading my legs as I stand before you, and lower your head to the haven between my legs… and indeed, as you bend to reach me, the towel slips off your cock… but you do not care… and at the moment, I do not care… mmmmmmm my pleasure at the touch of your tongue on my clit.

You must wrap your hands around my ass to support yourself as you work on my pussy. I am losing my balance in these high heels. I call over the largest trainer to stand behind me and support my weight so I can lean back and enjoy your feast in my pussy. And as I lean against him I feel his hard-on against me… I’m sure your hands wrapped around my ass must also be feeling his cock… I am imagining your hunger… your need. Mistress cannot control her own moans… she is floating… her whore between her legs feeding… a sight to behold. But listen… my moans are not the only moans. One of the trainers has his cock out and is stroking vigorously as he watches us. I wave him over and ask him why he uses his hand when he can have this, and I point to your ass…

And so I command you to all fours… but do not lose the rhythm you have created in my pussy,slut… do not stop for a second. It is my desire to watch this trainer fuck your ass – my ass, as you relish my pussy with your tongue… and with those words I hear you moan. Spread your legs so he can mount you I command. You eagerly obey. The trainer kneels behind you and lowers his shorts to reveal his entire cock and balls – much larger than I had thought – it was just the tip of the iceberg he had been stroking – and I begin to wonder if he might cause you damage… I warn him to be careful… but know you can handle it… you are hungry, aren’t you whore?

The trainer takes his cock in his hand, wets it sufficiently with his saliva, and directs it toward your hole. As you feel çeşme escort the head of his cock pierce your tight hole you grab my leg and squeeze hard… I see your body tense for a moment… and hear you let out a little grunt… mmmmmm… I am watching… hearing… smelling… and feeling your hunger… his hunger… my hunger. As he works his cock into your ass slowly your body begins to relax… he finds his own rhythm… you’re being rocked forward and backward… that rhythm flows to my body as your face and tongue are being driven deeper into my pussy… my hole… a chain reaction. I see the imprints his fingers are making in your flesh where he is grabbing your ass… I am certain you feel no pain at this moment. His moans become louder… it is clear he is well on his way… I am overcome with our lust… I am relying completely on the trainer behind me to keep me standing… my knees are weak… the closer he gets to cumming in your ass… the closer I get to cumming all over your face… you sense this all… you are fighting desperately your own desire to cum… you feel as though your cock is ready to explode.

As I watch the trainer pumping his cock into your hole, I hear your whimpers… his moans… I see the sweat gathering on your body and feel its wetness in your hair… my slut is tireless – you haven’t missed a beat. I am on the verge. I have unzipped my midriff to reveal my breasts so the trainer behind me can finger my nipples… soon I will be taken over the edge… I cannot take my eyes off this cock burying itself entirely in your ass – my ass… as his pace quickens, his moans become louder – the look on his face is that of pure lust… you do not see his face, but the sound of his moaning reveals in your mind the image of his face… you must concentrate… you are becoming lost… you cannot let go or it will all end…

It is time… we all feel it… see it… hear it… smell it… it has enveloped our entire beings. The trainer is now ramming your hole with his cock… his head jerks back… and his moans become that of an animal… he is about to shoot his cum into your ass, my hole – my slut. As this is happening you feel my hands grabbing your head more forcefully pulling you closer as if to take you entirely into my body… you know this is your cue… it is time to use your fingers in my holes as diyarbakır escort your tongue works my clit… quickly you take your hand and insert three fingers up my cunt stretch your index finger to my ass and tease your finger into my hole. I let out a long deep moan as I feel your fingers fill my holes… you’re filling all of me and it triggers the waves… my body bends over you in ecstasy… I grab your back digging my fingers into your flesh… I sense another is doing the same as I vaguely hear his moans… but my eyes are closed… and I am lost in my own experience… the waves of contractions flow to my womb… my breath has been replaced by a long sigh… don’t stop… this may last for minutes…

I open my eyes just in time to see the trainer pulling his cock from your hole… still semi hard… perhaps he will be hungry for more later. I lift my body to its dominant state and take a deep breath… there’s work yet to be done… your training… and 5 trainers still needing your attention. The trainer behind me I’m sure will be in need of attention soon as his cock has been so rock hard I am certain it has left a permanent impression in my back where I was leaning against it.

I look down at my slut – still on your knees looking a bit weary, but no worse for the wear… perhaps still lost in your condition… your cock still stiff and standing at attention… I smile at you… I am impressed… you served me well… thank you Mistress – your pleasure is my reward, you mumble… I know… I always know.

And so once again it is time to clean up. I throw you a clean wet towel to wipe your face and ass… make it quick… there’s much work to be done… yes Mistress. I watch as you clean yourself… then you return the towel to me. As I walk behind you I say, we still have consequences to deal with… yes Mistress, anything you deem necessary I will accept with vigor. I know you will… back on all fours. You promptly obey. Again I take my foot and spread your knees apart until I have a clear view of your balls hanging between your legs. You do not see me winding up the wet towel in locker room fashion as I’m standing behind you… but you feel the sting as it hits your bare ass like a whip, and the burn that lingers afterwards… damn I missed, I was aiming for your balls… you are thankful the burn is on your ass rather than your balls. I hope this will remind you to keep towels soaked with precious fluids off the dirty floor. Yes Mistress, I will never forget. I know you won’t… let’s move on… you need water… then time for weights… training… mmmmmmmmmm…

to be continued…

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At Home with Phyllis Pt. 03

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(Since one of you mentioned liking the “episodic” nature of this, I’m sharing 1000-word increments. Again, please do email me if you like something, I like to hear about what you liked or didn’t like. A caveat for this story though: it turned out to be light on action and heavy on dialogue, apologies if that doesn’t suit your mood, I’ll probably balance that out next time)

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I lay with Phyllis under the sheets, my arms around her; we were drowsy and happy right now, and took a short nap, stirring every other minute for some mumbling, some kissing, some stroking,

“You feel good, like this, behind me, around me …”

“I know babe, you feel good in my arms too …”

My cock rubbed against her thigh and I felt the crusted cum there. I scratched off some and brought it to her lips, letting her slowly wrap her lips around my finger tips.

“We should go take a shower now babe …”

“Mmm yes I thought you’d never ask!” She turned around, kissed me hard.

“You’ll have to take the wig off in the shower, okay, it’s … you won’t be able to use it again.”

“Oh. Okay,” she looked crestfallen. It was suddenly awkward, silent.

“You know what, take it off now, right now, here I’ll help you … get it off.”

I kept it down on the far side of the bed and when I turned around, Phil was staring at me.

He was confused now, tears begin to form in his eyes, “don’t you want me anymore? Are you really done with Phyllis already? Already?”

“Hey hey, look here,” I raised his chin to me, his eyes flashing, “you’re over-reacting, I’m telling you this is just for the shower. What are you so insecure about?”

“What am I insecure about? I don’t know if you want Phil or Phyllis? I don’t know who you really like! kıbrıs escort I don’t …”

I silenced him with a kiss. When he stopped, I kissed him deeper, and felt him relax, his arms coming to my neck.

“Look, Phil, of course I like Phyllis, I want you to dress up for me, make yourself up for me, that turns me on, a lot. But I think you forget what I’m really after here.”

I took his hand and put it on my heart. “I want you to be feminine for me, submissive to me, care for me, give me pleasure … you know?”

He nodded, rubbing my chest. Knees on the bed, we approached each other and hugged.

“All good, baby?”

“Uh huh … .” Then kissing me and smiling, “shower time!”

I smiled too now, and holding his hand, shuffled off the bed.

Just then my phone beeped. I had left it on the bedside table, and Phil picked it up.

He clicked, then frowned, “who’s this?”

“Uh,” I said, taking the phone from him, “yeah, this is … this is Caleb.”

A whisper, “I want to see more.”

I looked at him for a bit, then sighed, “okay, hon, I’ll let you see everything.”

We were both standing by the bed, and I unlocked my phone, handed it to him. I put my arm around him as he flicked through my chat history.

“I see she goes by Kelly.”

“Yes she does.”

“And she’s everywhere …”

“Kelly’s young and open to travel …”

“… and not averse to being tied up and roughed up, or being your slave.”

“Kelly’s young, submissive, obedient …”

“… and …”

I stopped him, held him by the shoulders, “Phil, what’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Why are you messing around with me? Why don’t you keep fucking this little doll konya escort you clearly take everywhere with you?”

“Okay, stop, just for a moment, scroll to the top, do you see the last message she sent me?”

“You mean the one where she’s lifting her skirt up in the park?”

“Uh no not the recent one, before that, today morning …”

“Which … oh, I see. Oh. Okay, okay. Hmm.”

I stopped talking, letting him figure it out.

“So, what did she say, Phil?”

“She … called you over.”

“And … did I go over?”

The beginnings of a smile. “No, you didn’t”

“Where was I, Phil?”

“Here, you were here.”

“Who was I with, Phil?”

“Me, you were here with me.”

I moved closer, took the phone from his hands, kept it on the bed, “does that tell you

anything?”

“That … you don’t mind being with me sometimes?”

I kissed him, standing there, our feet together now, hugging each other.

“It should tell you,” I resumed after our lips parted, “that I want to be with you, that you give me something … different, that I think I can have something special with you.”

He trailed his hands down my chest, stroking my sides. “Well, then, tell me … look me in the eye and tell me … why are you here, why are you with someone older, someone less … available, though …,” a small peck on my cheek, ” … someone who likes you just as much?”

I held his face in my hands, “Phil, you’re a grown, mature man, you have a wife and kids, and yet you’re my sissy, aren’t you?” He nodded, “I am”.

“And that means so much to me, that you would leave your masculinity behind for me, leave your dick behind, turn your asshole into a pussy for me, dress for me, worship my kuşadası escort cock … this is what I’m looking for.”

“Mmm,” Phil moaned, his eyes fluttering a bit at my description, “yes, it’s so strange, but yes, I do, I feel this way for you and it’s so strong, so …”

“… so feminine,” I stroked his hair, “you’re me sweet, feminine man, aren’t you? Do you see yourself as a man at all when you’re around me?”

“No! I don’t want to either, I want you to be the only man here, I want …,” he blushed, “I just want to be your woman.”

“Oh honey I know,” I lifted his chin, “I know, and … that’s all I want from you, yeah?”

He sniffed, his eyes watery, nodding, “Good, because I don’t want you comparing yourself to some little twink and feeling bad about it, okay?”

He giggled a bit, and nodded harder. “There’s a lot more that you can give to me, a lot more that I’ll ask of you, a lot more you can do than Caleb or anyone else right now to please me, to satisfy me.”

We kissed deeply, his hands on my face, and I stroked him, massaging his neck, his back, ending up at his ass cheeks, squeezing them, lifting them up. I could feel him stiffen, and felt we’d turned a new corner together.

“I like that,” he whispered. “I can tell,” I answered, and slowly massaged his cheeks, each time ending up with my palms under them, supporting them.

“I feel … comfort when you hold me like that, like you, like you …”.

“Like I own you?” I stepped back a bit and looked straight into his eyes.

“Yes,” he gulped, then nodded, staring back, “like … yes, you do, you own me.” He put his head on my shoulder, “I’m yours, okay? You own me now. You own me now.”

I patted his head and kissed the side of his face. “Good, now let’s clean off so we can get dirty again.”

I bent down to grab his thighs, then stood up with some effort, hoisting him up, letting him wrap his feet around me as I carried him the short distance to the shower in the bathroom.

(to be continued …)

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