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Kenny’s Adult Bookstore Adventure

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May 14th, 1969 was a day that Kenny Holmes would never forget, and not because it happened to be his 18th birthday either. It was a day that he had been looking forward to for quite some time, and the anticipation was making his heart race as the bus neared the end of the route.

Kenny got off the bus a block before his destination because he didn’t want to bus driver to know where he was going. That was silly on all counts, because not only wouldn’t a bus driver much care where one of his multitude of riders was heading, there were many other place around his destination that he could have been heading, but Kenny was too paranoid to think straight by then.

Kenny’s destination was the Adult World bookstore on Broadway in Schenectady, New York. The store was located in a seedy industrial area, and Kenny knew where it was because he had gone there before, and had been shown the door almost as soon as he entered.

“You gotta be 18 kid, can’t you read?” the clerk said after intercepting him and escorting him back out the door after Kenny couldn’t come up with proof of age. “There’s enough heat on me here as it is.”

That was two months ago, and now that he was legal, Kenny was dying to get in there and see everything. He had saved up money from his part-time job and had skipped school for this day, and now, with his driver’s learner permit in hand, grabbed the handle of the door and swung it open.

That was when Kenny’s adventure began…

******

I tried to stop my hand from shaking as I handed my learner’s permit to the guy at the register, who stopped me like I knew he would. It was the same guy who had stopped me last time, and I think he recognized me because he laughed when he saw me enter.

“Happy birthday kid,” he said, handing me back my permit and going back to the register. “Knock yourself out.”

Around me, the walls were covered with all sorts of devices and toys, while the rest of the room was filled with walls full of magazines and books. Trying to be casual and pretend like I wasn’t out of my element, I walked around like it was no big deal to see all of this naked flesh on the covers of the magazines.

The magazines were separated by categories, and while I was mildly interested in seeing the naked women and all, what I really wanted to see was over on the other side, the wall of magazines under the sign that read GAY.

As I made my way over there, I passed a curtain. Behind the curtain were sounds of all kinds, and when I peeked behind it, the sounds got louder. Sounds of people having sex – grunting and groaning and carrying on like I imagined people did when they made love.

I wouldn’t know what sounds to make, since I was a virgin. How I managed to be a virgin for 18 years still baffles me, and this was in 1969 no less, the era of free love and anything goes. I had dates of course, but I would always freeze up, and when I did manage to get to first base – so to speak – I could never manage to get any further.

I had managed to get two hand jobs from girls; the first time hardly counts because as soon as Shawn Hermann took my dick out of my underwear I started cumming all over this place, and the second one was lousy because we were both drinking and I had to put Kim Smith’s hand on my dick and move it myself until I came.

Maybe the reason I never got anywhere with girls was because, while I liked them and all, they never really turned me on. Not like guys did, and just thinking about being in the showers with all those other fellas was enough to get me hard.

Never did anything with any of them though, because you could get the crap kicked out of you in school if they even suspected you were gay, so I kept my desire to myself, and to my friend Jimmy. We had gotten each other off for years, but lately he had found himself a girl friend, which left me alone.

“Excuse me,” a greasy looking middle aged man said as he eased himself passed me in the cramped hallway behind the curtain.

He seemed to have touched me a lot more than he needed to when he passed me, putting his hand on my shoulder and sort of grinding into me and we passed. Despite the fact that the guy looked really scary, I wanted to see what was going on back there badly enough to continue. I went down the dimly lit hallway and tried to look at the signs outside of each little room, all of which were occupied.

That greasy guy had gone into a room that had a movie with two guys sucking each other dicks, at least according to the picture outside. That would have been one that I would have liked to see, and just before I walked past I peeked in through the opening between the curtain and the wall.

The guy had his dick out right in that little closet, and was jerking himself off. He looked up and saw me, and opened the curtain.

“There’s room,” he said, waving his dick at me. “Like what you see?”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, and practically ran down the hall and back out to the store.

There was only one other person in the store itself casino siteleri besides the cashier, so I went over to the GAY section and looked for something to buy. They were all wrapped in plastic, so all you had to go by was the pictures on the covers.

I grabbed one that was called “Teacher Knows Best” that had an older guy with grey hair with his arm wrapped around the student’s shoulder, and another one that was called “Fathers and Sons”.

The idea of me and my old man doing anything together was gross to me, but I did like the idea of an older guy doing stuff to me. They seemed more mature and less goofy than guys my age, and besides, I was so naive and clueless that I needed guidance myself.

Not from that greasy looking guy though. He grossed me out, and as I paid for the 2 magazines I saw him come out from behind the curtain, so I hurried out the door and practically ran to the bus stop.

While I waited for the bus, I was horrified to see that guy coming toward me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know Schenectady except for the bookstore, and as he got closer I started to panic, hoping he would walk past me.

“Hey kid,” the guy said. “No need to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not,” I said, my voice quivering as I spoke.

“I live down the street,” he said. “Why don’t you come home with me? We’ll smoke a little weed and have some fun. I like you hippie dudes a lot.”

While my dirty blond hair did grow down to my shoulders, I wasn’t a hippie, just a kid trying to fit in, although with my bell-bottom jeans and tie-dyed t-shirt I suppose I looked the part.

“I – uh – gotta go home,” I said, looking down the street and praying to see a bus that wasn’t there.

“Didn’t you like my stuff,” he said, walking in front of me. “You saw my cock, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t, I swear!” I said, and that was true, because I was so freaked out and it was so dark that I didn’t get more than a glimpse of him.

“Bet you’d like me to stick my cock up your ass, wouldn’t you kid,” the guy sneered, leering at me as he started to get really close.

“Beat it.”

I jumped when I heard the booming bass voice from behind me, and so did my greasy ‘friend’, who spun and hurried down the street when he saw the man behind me.

It was the other man that had been in the bookstore. He was a tall and solidly built guy who, if he wasn’t a cop, handled himself like he was, and after I overcame being scared by his voice, I exhaled deeply.

“Thank you sir,” I said, looking up at my hero.

“He had bad intentions, I’m afraid,” he informed me. “This isn’t a very safe area, especially for someone who looks like you. Come with me. I’ll give you a lift.”

He said it with such authority that I didn’t even hesitate, but just followed him to his car, a shiny black Lincoln Continental.

“My name’s Eric,” the man said, extending a beefy paw that made my hand disappear when he clasped it.

He was wearing a hat and a sharp navy blue suit, and I figured he was probably around my father’s age – mid 40’s or so. Eric was bald, his bare head shiny and smooth, and he wore glasses.

“I’m Kenny,” I said by way of introduction.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Eric asked as he pulled out onto State Street.

“Uh – yeah,” I said, knowing that if this guy was a cop I was screwed. “It’s my birthday, and I’m doing really good in school. I’m honor roll for the last seven semesters and…”

“Calm down,” Eric said, slapping his hand down onto my thigh. “I’m not a truant officer. Matter-of-fact, I’m playing hooky myself today. And you say it’s your birthday?”

“Yes sir,” I said. “Eighteen today.”

“I remember when I turned 18,” Eric recalled. “I went out and got beer my first day. You went to a porn shop. Of course, if there was a porn store near me I would have headed there too. How about if we celebrate your birthday together?”

******

Eric took me to his house, which was in a real nice neighborhood, and as he took me downstairs into his den, I still didn’t suspect anything was up.

“Cool!” I said as he ushered me over to the bar and had me sit down in a stool.

“Here you go!” Eric said, putting a bottle of some kind of imported beer in front of me and sitting next to me at the bar. “A toast to my friend Kenny. Happy birthday and many more.”

We clinked our bottles together and I took my first legal sip of beer. It was cool and delicious, and as I looked at our reflections in the mirror behind the bar I felt like a real man.

“So Kenny,” Eric said, nodding toward the paper bag that I clutched in my hand in a death grip. “What did you buy at the bookstore?”

“Uh – just a couple magazines,” I mumbled.

“Let’s take a look at them,” Eric said as he took the bag from me, and I think Eric must have sensed my embarrassment, because he smiled and added, “I saw the section you were shopping in, and I’m open-minded that way. VERY open minded.”

I cringed when Eric first held up the one about the teacher slot oyna and the student and then the one about the fathers and sons, and as he tore the plastic off of them he chuckled.

“Seems like my friend Kenny here likes older men,” Eric said as he opened up the magazine and set it on the bar in front of us.

“Uh – I just bought something fast because I wanted to get out of there,” I said.

“I see,” Eric said. “Have you been with an older man before?”

“No,” I said. “Never been with anybody.”

“Really?” Eric said, and when I nodded and told him that my only experience was exchanging hand jobs with a friend, he asked me why.

“Scared, I guess,” I said. “And I’m kinda shy.”

“I’ve noticed your shyness,” Eric said as he turned a page of the magazine. “It’s a very endearing quality. Hm-mm… that’s interesting, isn’t it?”

Eric pointed to a picture that showed the younger guy on his knees in front of the older man, who had his hands on his hips and was looking down as the kid grabbed his long limp dick with both hands.

“Quite the weapon Pops has on him there,” Eric said, and I jumped when I felt his hand on my thigh.

It wasn’t the beer that was making my head spin, it was the realization of what was happening. This man wanted to have sex with me. This wasn’t me and Jimmy jerking each other off in his basement, this was a grown man.

Suddenly I didn’t feel 18 anymore, and I wanted this to end. I clearly wasn’t ready for this, and tried to think of a way to get out of this gracefully without hurting Eric’s feelings. After all, he had saved me from who knows what back at the bus stop. If not for him it could have been the greasy guy with his hand squeezing my thigh.

“Relax, Kenny,” Eric said softly, his voice soft and soothing in my ear. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Okay?”

I nodded, reaching over and grabbing the beer because my throat and mouth had somehow become parched when his hand hit my thigh, and as Eric’s fingers kneaded my skinny leg he leaned over and spoke softly into my ear.

“I have to confess, son – the things I’m thinking about right now – they’re probably the same things that the jerk who was hassling you was thinking about,” Eric said. “You’re so sweet looking, and I want you so bad, but only if you want me.”

“I’ve never done anything,” I said.

“I know,” Eric said. “I want this to be special for you. A wonderful man many years ago made my first time special for me. Guess I want to pay it forward or something, but only if you want me to.”

I looked down at the enormous hand that was squeezing my thigh and then looked over at Eric who was watching me with those piercing eyes of his. Not in a threatening way, but in a way that made me tingle a little inside.

I nodded in response to his question, because I believed him. He told me that anytime I wanted him to stop, he would, and if I wanted to leave he would not only understand, but would take me home.

“Do you, Kenny?” Eric asked me as a trickle of sweat went down my forehead and into my eye, making me blink as it burned. “Do you want me to stop?

“No.”

When I said the word no it came out in syllables, because Eric’s hand had slid up my thigh and was squeezing my dick through my jeans. I gasped as he began to massage the lump, and as he traced the bulge he let out what sounded like a sigh of contentment.

“Nice,” Eric said as I tried not to cum right then and there. “How about if we go and get comfortable?”

“I don’t – don’t know what to do,” I mumbled.

“I know,” Eric said. “That’s why I’m here.”

He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and the next thing I knew I was being led down the hallway and into his bedroom.

“Wasn’t expecting company,” Eric said in explaining the unmade bed, which was the only thing out of place in the immaculately furnished room.

The bed. It was a water bed, and it looked enormous, with black and white sheets. Standing in front of Eric, it struck me how much bigger he was than me. Not just taller, because at about 6’3″ he was at least a half foot taller than me, but he probably outweighed me by 75 pounds, and most of it was probably muscle.

I was going to find out. This was obvious enough because Eric was undoing his tie and tossing it aside before turning to me. His hands went to the bottom of my tie-dyed t-shirt and started to bring it upwards. I lifted my arms eventually, and after it went over my head Eric set it on the chair with his tie.

“Nice,” Eric sighed, running his hands over my scrawny chest, smooth except for the three tiny hairs in the center that had just begun to sprout.

Eric fingers toyed with the little hairs, smiling but not laughing as his hands went over to my nipples. He tweaked them gently, making them rock hard between his thumbs and index fingers, before letting his hands slide down my stomach.

Eric’s eyes never left mine as he undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. After they became undone, the jeans dropped canlı casino siteleri to the floor. A coin must have fallen out of my pocket, because the sound of it landing on the hardwood and rolling away was the only sound in the room outside of my breathing.

Eric took off his glasses and leaned down, kissing my nipple as he unbuttoned his own shirt. This was probably something that I should have done, but I was frozen in place and could not move.

“You smell nice,” Eric said as he lifted my arm a stroked the spray of damp hairs pasted to the skin in my armpit with his finger before sliding his tongue under my arm.

The sensation made me shiver, and when Eric’s licking became nibbling my knees nearly buckled from the indescribable sensation. I managed to get help Eric get his shirt off during all of this, and after it came off his broad shoulders I let out a loud exhale.

“Kinda let myself go lately,” Eric said, for some reason apologizing for a body that looked a hell of a lot better than my own.

Eric might have been a few pounds heavy, but it was hard to tell with all the muscles and the hair. His arms were massive and his chest was broad, and it seemed like he was covered in hair from the neck down.

Tentatively, I reached over and put my hands on his chest. He was like a bear, so hairy and warm, and when my fingers sank into the pelt of rich black hair my dick surged in my underwear. I started to unbuckle his belt but Eric stopped me.

“Sorry – I’m usually a little more able to maintain control of myself, but you…,” he said, and just like that Eric went to his knees, his bald skull shining up at me as he stared at the obscene bulge in my tight white underwear.

There was a wet spot, which would have embarrassed me if I wasn’t so excited. Eric’s hand slid over the bulge a couple of times before he reached up and took the elastic in his hands and carefully pulled the briefs out and down.

“Beautiful,” Eric said softly as my dick bounced around wildly after being released from captivity. “You’re cock is so beautiful – so long and so perfect.”

His warm hand came up and took my slender prong, gently stroking the length of it from the mushroom head right down the pale shaft while his other hand cupped my balls, rolling my nuts as he stared at my cock like it was something special.

“You’re excited, aren’t you Kenny?”

I nodded as I watched Eric’s finger swipe the string of pre-cum than was hanging off the tender tip of my organ, and as he looked up at me he put his stained finger in his mouth, seeming to savor the flavor as he licked his lips.

“Cum for me, Kenny. I want to taste you.”

Eric then leaned forward, and as he wrapped his hands around my hips, I watched his lips part and saw my dick disappear into his warm and waiting mouth. Slowly his moist lips traveled down the shaft, until his mouth was right down the base, with his nose buried in the little tuft of curls above it.

I had waited all my life for this to happen, and it was worth the wait. Eric’s mouth moved up and down my dick, leaving all six inches glistening with his saliva, as his right hand began to knead my sac harder while his left hand squeezed my ass.

My body tingled from head to toe as I fought to keep from having this end all too soon, but it was a losing battle. I cried out something incoherent as I started to cum, and as I erupted into Eric’s mouth he took it willingly, swallowing my seed while my legs turned into jelly.

In the many orgasms I had experienced, mostly self-induced, there were a few that were really noteworthy. The first time Jimmy jerked me off out in the woods was a particularly memorable one, but that and all the rest paled in comparison to this one.

Somehow I ended up on the bed, and I have no idea how I got there. Maybe I blacked out, although I suspect that Eric had just eased me down after holding me upright while I came. Regardless, there was Eric beside me, running his finger along the underside of my dead dick, which was resting on my belly.

“I hope that was as good for you as it was for me,” Eric said, and I nodded enthusiastically, unable to find the words that could adequately describe what I had just experienced.

“Kenny,” Eric said when I sat upright and went back to the belt that I had started to undo before. “You don’t have to.”

Yes I did. I wanted – I needed to at least try and make Eric happy, so my shaking hands fumbled with his belt and slacks before managing to get them down and off his legs, which were just as hairy as the rest of him.

Eric was wearing baggy boxers, and as he lifted his bottom off of the bedding and I coaxed them down, I let out a gasp when I saw his cock hanging between his thighs.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled to myself as I tried to get his briefs down while keeping my eyes glued to the dusky brown penis, which was almost as long soft as mine was hard.

The shaft was thick as it emerged from the jungle of black curls that surrounded his manhood, and the wrinkled vein that meandered down the shaft was hypnotizing to me. Eric wasn’t circumcised, which made it even more intimidating, with only the rose colored tip of his dick peeking out from under the shroud.

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Penny’s Initiation

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The following is a fantasy requested by one of my readers. Hope you enjoy it!

* * * * * * * * * *

Penny sorted through the mail. The usual lot: bills, catalogs, applications for credit cards. She was about to toss it all aside when a smallish envelope with very flowery handwriting caught her attention. She opened it and read: ‘You are cordially invited to a Lady of the Night lingerie party at the home of Kimberly Morgan, this Saturday, the twenty-first at one PM.’

Penny stared at the invitation. She read the name once more. ‘Kimberly Morgan.’

Again. This time, aloud. “Kimberly Morgan.”

She made the connection. ‘Miss Dean’s ballet class!’

Less than a month earlier, Penny’s daughter had begun taking dance lessons at D & J Studios, and had become fast friends with another newcomer: Heather Morgan. Kimberly was her mother.

“Yes.” Penny almost purred. Images of her hostess dressed in a barely-there outfit slowly filled her thoughts. “Kimberly Morgan.”

A spark kindled between Penny’s legs, as memories of the first time they’d met took over. How embarrassed she’d been when she was caught staring at Kimberly’s long, sexy legs. How wet she’d become wondering what it would be like to suck, lick, kiss, tease the slightly older miss’ rather smallish breasts. How dizzy; at the thought of moving down. Lower . . .

“Come on Mom! Time to go!”

Her daughter’s not-so-patient call brought Penny back to reality. Her face was flushed, and her pussy craving attention. She wanted nothing more than to grab her favorite vibrator and let it work its magic right then and there, but . . .

“MOM!!!!”

With a sigh, Penny returned the invitation to its envelope and tucked it in her purse.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was a little after noon when Penny finished dressing for the party. (White blouse; flowered skirt that fell mid-calf; sandals. No bra. No panties.)

“What time will you be back?” her husband, Mark, asked.

“I’m not sure.” Penny answered, “I don’t want to be rude and leave early, so I guess I’ll stay till everybody else is ready to leave. I don’t know. Three, four o’clock. Why? You planning on having an orgy or something while I’m gone?”

“Never can tell.”

“If you are, have everybody out of here by two thirty, that’s when Hannah gets back from the birthday party.”

“Doesn’t give me a lot of time.”

“Such is life.”

* * * * * * * * * *

The drive to Kimberly’s house was a short one. Penny pulled up in front of the nicely-restored Victorian, and turned off the motor. As she did, another car arrived, and two women in summery dresses got out. Her imagination began to run wild as visions of them modeling thong panties and lace push-up bras took hold. She shook it off, then got out and followed them up the walk.

Kimberly answered the door. “Joy! Kathy! Hi! I’m so glad you could come. Penny! Hi!”

The two women turned in Penny’s Direction.

“Joy, Kathy,” Kimberly said, “I’d like you to meet Penny. Her daughter and mine are in the same dance class.”

“Nice to meet you.” Penny said, as Joy and Kathy gave her the same lusty inspection she had given them.

“Let’s go in.” Kimberly said, “Nancy’s just about set up.”

Joy and Kathy went inside. Kimberly subtly blocked Penny’s way. “Penny,” she said, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Okay.”

“Normally, when Nancy does one of these parties, her sister Elaine models everything, but she just called to say she can’t make it. So I was wondering . . . since you and Elaine are about the same size . . . would you be willing to fill in?”

The question caught Penny off guard. She thought for a brief moment, then heard herself answer: “Sure. Why not!”

* * * * * * * * * *

Kimberly lead Penny down the hall to a small bedroom where Nancy was waiting.

“Good news.” Kimberly said, “Penny agreed to fill in and be your model.”

Nancy gave Penny the once over twice. “That’s great!” she said.

“I must warn you,” Penny said, “I’ve never done this before.”

“I bet you can’t remember the last time you said that.” Kimberly said with a knowing wink.

“You’re terrible!” Nancy said.

Kimberly smiled and shrugged. Penny glanced first at Nancy, then at Kimberly trying to figure out what was going on.

“Ignore her.” Nancy said, turning her attention to Penny, “She’s just jealous.” She turned her attention back to Kimberly. “Now; if you’ll leave us alone so we can get the show on the road?”

“Alright. I’m going.” Kimberly laughed as she pulled the door closed behind her.

“Have you ever been to a lingerie party before?” Nancy asked.

“No.” Penny replied.

“Okay. Here’s the crash course.” Nancy said, “It’s girls only, and the first thing I do is hand out catalogs to everyone. Now, don’t get me wrong, the catalog does a good job of showing you what everything looks like; but just about everyone needs to see it on a live model before they can make up their mind before they’re willing to buy. That’s where you come in. casino siteleri As my deal closer.

“It’s not too tough. All you need to do is go around the room once letting everybody get a good look; up close and personal. If you get my drift. Then . . . just strike a pose. Like I said: not too tough. Think you can handle it?”

“I think I can handle that.” Penny said, trying to sound confident, “No problem.”

“Good. Now. Time to take of your clothes, and get to work.”

Penny began to unbutton her blouse. As she did, it suddenly occurred to her that she had on nothing underneath. She hesitated for a moment, somewhat embarrassed by her choice to forgo her ‘undies’, while attending a lingerie party. With no place to hide, she drew a deep breath, then quickly took off her blouse, and slid down her skirt.

“Going commando, I see.” Nancy said.

“I was in a bit of a rush.” Penny said, “I . . .”

“Don’t worry about it. I do it too, from time to time.” Nancy confided, before quickly changing the subject back to business.

“The first item I want you to model is on the bed. Hurry up and put it on. I’ll be waiting in the living room.”

Before Penny could think of anything more to say, Nancy was gone.

* * * * * * * * * *

The outfit laying on the bed was a rather modest, passionate-purple corset, with matching stockings, and a pair of ‘dainty’ slippers. Penny eyed the ensemble, then quickly dressed. Much to her surprise, it was all a perfect fit. With a mix of vanity and amusement, she studied her look in the mirror. After a moment or two, like a silly teenager, she giggled.

“I can’t believe I’m going to do this!” she said.

The image reflecting back was one Penny scarcely recognized. Although she did own a couple pieces of lingerie (far more revealing than this), she had never had the guts to wear them anywhere beyond the bedroom. And to let anyone but Mark see her in them?

She turned to face the door. Her confidence began to fade. She took one, then two tentative steps. Her heart was pounding and her palms sweating. She reached for the knob and turned it.

“Here goes nothing!”

* * * * * * * * * *

The living room was spacious, brightly lit, and dripped with Victorian touches. Joy and Kathy were seated on a period love-seat in front of a large bay window. Kimberly: in a matching chair alongside. Nancy was standing next to the fireplace opposite them.

Penny stepped inside and struck a pose.

“This number,” Nancy began, “is our best selling corset. Page three of the catalog, item number three A: a taste of Venice.”

Remembering Nancy’s instructions, Penny slowly strutted around the room, giving each of the women a chance to look her over.

“It has hidden under-wire cups with removable push-up pads,” Nancy continued, “and a spandex back with hook and eye closure. The garter-straps are adjustable for a perfect fit; and are removable. The matching low rise booty shorts are included, but the stockings and slippers are sold separately.”

“Penny? Would you come back over here a minute?” Joy asked.

“Certainly.” Penny replied.

“Nancy,” Joy began, “you said something about under-wire cups. Don’t they hurt?”

“Feel for yourself.”

“Do you mind?” Joy asked.

“Not at all.” Penny said, caught-up in the moment.

Joy ran her hands over Penny’s double D breasts. Tentative at first, then bolder. Her fingertips: pressing; exploring. “I see what you mean.”

“Let me feel.” Kathy said.

More than a little; turned-on, Penny stepped to the side, and invited Kathy’s more investigative touch. “You’re right.” Kathy said, “I can barely feel the under-wire at all; but it sure does a nice job supporting her boobs!”

Kimberly was next. Like Kathy’s, her hands examined every covered inch of Penny’s barely-covered breasts. “What I like about it,” she said, “is that you can’t tell where the padding leaves off and the real thing begins.”

“Penny?” Nancy interrupted, “Why don’t you go put on the next outfit while we discuss the merits of this one? It’s hanging on the closet door.”

Not really ready to give-up the arousing attention, Penny reluctantly turned and made her exit.

* * * * * * * * * *

Penny started back to the make-shift dressing room. As she walked, her heart raced, and her pussy burned with desire. She played the events of the last ten minutes over and over in her mind. It was like waking from a dream. Desperately, she tried to make sense of it all. Her pace slowed. She stopped dead in her tracks. The improbability of this fantasy-cum-true settled in.

‘What are the odds?’ she thought, ‘I barely know Kimberly, but she didn’t hesitate to ask me to fill in on a moment’s notice. How did she know I’d do it? How did she know everything would fit like it were tailor-made? And all the touching. How did they know that’s what I wanted and that I wouldn’t freak out?’

Slowly, Penny continued down the hallway. It bothered her that these total strangers seemed to know about her dark desire. slot oyna But . . .

She continued to wonder: ‘Had they been tipped-off? Had she been set-up? Did it really matter?’

* * * * * * * * * *

The next outfit was a white satin Merry Widow, with matching, lace evening gloves and high-heeled sandals. Penny stared at it. She closed her eyes and imagined all those exploring hands touching and testing. She smiled in anticipation.

As quickly as she could, Penny stripped off the first, and donned the second. With a little more flourish than before, she headed down the hall and made her entrance.

* * * * * * * * * *

“This number,” Nancy began, “is another of our best selling items. It’s on the bottom of page six, item number six D.”

As before, Penny paraded around the room, doing her best imitation of a Victoria’s Secret Angel.

“This Merry Widow, also has hidden under-wire cups with removable push-up pads. It is front closure, using more hooks and eyes. The garter-straps are adjustable for a perfect fit; but are not removable. The matching bikini-style panty with rear peek-a-boo cut-out is included, as are the elbow-length gloves. The stockings and sandals are sold separately.”

“How hard is it to open all those hooks and eyes?” Kathy asked.

“Why don’t you show her?” Nancy said.

Penny hesitated for a moment, then began to work open the first clasp. “It’s a little easier without the gloves.” she said.

Kimberly got up from her chair and walked over to Penny. “Here. Let me.”

Penny moved her hands away. Kimberly smiled, then set about her task. Almost instantly, it became obvious that this was not the first time she had offered such assistance. And judging from Penny’s ragged breaths, even more obvious that her expertise was having a very; arousing, effect.

“As you can see,” Nancy said, “an eager lover should have no trouble at all getting to the object of his or her affections.”

Kimberly’s feminine touch caressed the material aside. Penny shuddered as the cool room air danced across her nipples.

“I’m intrigued by the ‘bikini-style panty with rear peek-a-boo cut-out’ panties.” Joy said, “Could I get a closer look?”

A flushing heat; down there, gave Penny pause. ‘What if she sees how wet I am?’ she thought. ‘What if she does!’

Penny walked over to Joy, and struck a nearly-pornographic pose that placed her scantily covered pubes at eye level.

“Turn around.” Joy said, “I want to see how much; or how little is exposed.”

Penny spun on her toes, then looked back over her shoulder. Joy reached out and lightly traced the heart-shaped cutout that began just above the cleft of Penny’s butt cheeks, and came to a point half way down.

“Sexy.” Joy said.

“How far down does the cutout go?” Kathy asked.

Penny stepped in front of Kathy and struck another nearly-pornographic pose.

As Joy had done, Kathy traced the cutout with her fingertip. More brazen than her friend, when she reached the bottom, she eased her middle finger inside the silky material, and slid it down until her nail rested just above Penny’s puckered hole. Seductively, she drug it back up and out.

A soft sigh slid passed Penny’s lips.

Kathy stood, then reached around Penny’s waist and began to mate the hooks and eyes. “I want to see how easy it is to fasten.” she said.

Penny closed her eyes and tried hard not to think about how erotic it was having Kathy’s sensual touch on her breasts as the final clasps were hooked.

* * * * * * * * * *

The third outfit Penny modeled was even more revealing than the last: a see-through chemise, with a pair of six inch stiletto-style heels.

* * * * * * * * * *

“This number,” Nancy began, “is part of our barely-there collection. Page seven, Item seven A.”

Penny stood in the middle of the room and struck a pose reminiscent of a street-whore trying her best to attract a John.

“This smooth and silky chemise,” Nancy continued, “has tantalizing open sides, adjustable straps, and a sleek fit. The material is a soft silk chiffon. The matching g-string is included; but the stilettos are sold separately.”

Penny wet her lips, then gave each of the women in turn the most beckoning look she could. To her surprise, the looks returned were cold and analytical; like they were trying to decide if she was worthy of the title: ‘Slut Mom of the Year’.

“I like the way you can see her nice hard nipples.” Kathy said.

“I like the way the g-string nestles between her butt cheeks.” Kimberly added.

“I like the way those heels make her legs look.” Joy chimed in, “Draws your eye right up to her sweet little pussy.”

“So we’re in agreement?” Nancy said, “This outfit puts it over the top?”

The comment caught Penny off-guard. ‘Puts what over the top?’ she thought.

“I think we need to see the last one.” Kimberly said.

“I agree.” Kathy said.

“I’m with Nancy.” Joy said, “But what the hell! Let’s see the last one.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Penny canlı casino siteleri stepped into the make-shift dressing room and began to take off the chemise. As she did, she tried to sort-out this last go-around. To explain-away the explicit remarks about the way you could see her ‘nice hard nipples’; about the way the g-string ‘nestled between her butt cheeks’; about how the heels made her legs look, and how they drew your eye ‘right up to her sweet little pussy’. About the cryptic vote as to whether she need model the last outfit.

Unexpectedly, the door opened, and Nancy stepped in.

“You’ve been a big hit.” she said.

“It’s been fun.” Penny said, trying desperately to hide her true feelings.

“The only question, is whether or not you’re ready.” Nancy said, her tone serious.

“Ready for what?”

“The last outfit you will be modeling is a sexy stretch lace trim set that features an open cup bra top and matching open crotch thong.” Nancy said, switching to her presenter’s voice, “It includes a matching stretch lace trim collar and fur-lined handcuffs.”

“Fur-lined handcuffs?” Penny questioned somewhat fearfully.

“You do want to join our group, don’t you?” Nancy asked, “That is why your husband, Mark had me arrange your invitation, isn’t it?”

“I . . . I . . .He what?”

Penny’s thoughts were spinning out of control.

“Arrange your invitation.” Nancy said in a matter-of-fact way, “He said he wanted to help you explore your bi side, and that he thought our little forum would be just the place for you to see if the reality of making love with another woman lived up to the fantasy. Judging from how wet you are, I’d say so far so good.”

“Mark said all that? Did this for me?”

Penny couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was a dream come true!

“He did.” Nancy replied, “Now. If you want to back out, that’s okay. But if you want to experience what we have in store for you, put on the outfit – along with these hooker heels – and then I’ll help you with the cuffs. Take a couple minutes to make up your mind.”

“No need.” Penny said, enthusiastically, “I’m ready.”

Nancy smiled a lustful smile, then leaned back against the door as Penny slipped on the skimpy panties, and even skimpier bra. Her smile broadened, as Penny stepped into the high-heeled pumps. “Let me adjust things so your boobs are a little more covered.” Nancy said.

It was all Penny could do to keep from laughing aloud. By design, the only ‘coverage’ the open cup bra top provided was in the form of two strips of lace that formed the top edge, and were barely wide enough to hide her rather large areolas. Still, she stood patiently as Nancy’s soft, sensual touch manipulated the fabric.

“There!” Nancy said with pride, “Now for the collar and cuffs.”

A sense of uneasiness enveloped Penny as Nancy fit the lace collar in place. Nervousness, as she nestled the weighty silver chain beneath it. Apprehension, as the padded handcuffs were locked behind her back and connected to the dangling end of the chain.

“Show time!” Nancy whispered.

* * * * * * * * * *

Nancy lead Penny passed the living room and down a short flight of stairs to a dimly lit room. In the center was a large, round bed. Around the perimeter: a half dozen overstuffed chairs.

“Your last chance to back out.” Nancy said.

Penny shook her head and smiled a nervous smile. As if on cue; Kimberly, Joy and Kathy made their entrance. Naked; each and every. Nancy turned, closed and locked the door. “Let the fun begin.” she said.

Penny’s eyes darted from woman to woman.

Kathy approached, and placed her hands on Penny’s shoulders. Gently, she guided her near the edge of the bed, then lightly kissed her cheek. “This is going to be fun.” she whispered.

Joy was next. She stepped-up, then raked her nails over the sides of Penny’s breasts. A quick kiss (to the lips) followed. “When we’re done with you . . . Ooooooo.” Her breath singed the side of Penny’s neck.

It was Kimberly’s turn. Without saying a word, she reached between Penny’s legs and arranged her pussy lips so that they were centered in the opening of the thong’s crotch. “You think you’re wet now? Just wait.”

Nancy bumped hips with Kimberly: moving her aside. Now naked as well, she stood directly in front of Penny, and reached around to cup her butt cheeks. She squeezed; moved in closer, and pressed her bare breasts hard against Penny’s. “You belong to us.”

Kathy approached again. This time from behind. As a tease, she ground her bushy mound against Penny’s shackled palms. “Have you ever been fucked with a strap-on?” she asked.

“No.” Penny replied softly.

“Would you like to be?” Nancy asked

“Yes.”

With Nancy and Kathy’s help, Penny sat on the edge of the bed. Kimberly and Joy moved in and stood in front of her. Their breasts were at eye-level. Or better said: mouth-level.

“You know what to do.” Joy said.

Penny closed her eyes and opened her mouth. A stiff nipple (Joy’s) brushed her lips. She embraced it and began to suck. Far too soon, it was withdrawn: replaced by (Kimberly’s) thicker, though less erect one. Again; she began to suck. Again, a switch was made.

“Ahhh.” Joy cooed.

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My Name is John and I live in Palm Beach, FL; I have not always lived at my address but I have always lived in Florida. I am married with two children and a dog and live in a nice house that lets other know that I am doing well financially. I work as a Purchasing Agent for a small commercial contractor in South Florida and I have a few friends there that understand me for who I am.

I am pretty much a control freak; so as one might imagine I have a strained relationship with my wife and also the people that surround me in my life. There is always time to let others know how much they annoy me. I either spend a lot of time making disparaging remarks about them behind their backs or just making their life as miserable as I possibly can. The way I see it, is if they are more miserable than me; then I feel better about myself.

I’m in my late forties, about five feet five inches tall, brown hair. My build is that of a dumpy, meek individual. I am totally unimposing and maybe that is why I have a need to micro-manage everything at work and at home. This may also be the reason that I constantly verbally assault the people that I work with. It used to be difficult to even think this. let alone say it; but throughout my life I have always a bit closeted with thoughts about dressing in woman’s undergarments or being taken sexually by a dominant man. So maybe the control that I exert over others is just a front by my desire to be controlled.

As I said, I have a few friends around me that understand me for who I am. My friend Gary was having trouble with his wife so he spent some time in my spare room in the basement of my house. I had a video recorder set up in the basement utility room; it was behind a mirror that was fixed to the wall. I used it to record my daughter and her girlfriends when they had sleep over’s. I recorded Gary sitting on the edge of the bed masturbating to porn a few times. Gary was my age and height but he had about 50 lbs on me. I guess the biggest problem he had with his wife was navigating during sex; if they ever had sex.

I recorded Gary a few times and I found myself masturbating while I was watching him imagining I was between his legs sucking his cock. I went looking for his porn stash and eventually found it on the utility side of the basement. I started talking about sex every time I saw him and eventually one day while he was home and just one minute into his porn escapade I knocked hard on the basement door.

“Hey Gary are you in there? I need to get something from the utility room.” I had the key in the lock and turned before I finished the sentence. He was sitting on the bed with his pants down around his ankles and a panicked look on his face. He managed to shut the magazine but not cover himself up completely and I noticed that his dick was hard.

“Hi Gary, I didn’t know you were here. I am looking for something in the other room and I won’t be but a minute. What cha doing?” I said as I walked through the room. He was still flustered by my intrusion into his private space and didn’t respond.

While I was in the room I grabbed one of the tapes from my porn stash and my old hash pipe that was still caked with resin from my box of memorabilia from the 90’s.

“Hey Gary look what I found,” as I show him the tape and the pipe. “Wow I can’t imagine who this tape belongs to. Maybe it is my son’s tape I know he is into girls now; he just hasn’t brought any of them home yet.”

“Gary, do you remember this pipe?” His eyes lit up and I knew it was because he remembered it was at the last Alice Cooper concert that we went to. We both dropped acid and he hooked up with a bunch of guys and went for a ride. I couldn’t find him for half a day and when he got back he went right home.

I suggested that we take a couple of hits off the pipe and pop in the video that I found. He grabbed the video from me and turned to the player. I lit the pipe and took a hit from it and passed it to him while we were waiting for the tape to rewind.

“I didn’t realize that my son was already watching porn. I guess he and I should have that talk.”

Gary chimed in and said “John, he is seventeen I am sure that he knows more than you and I combined.”

When the tape began to show the previews they were for Bondage, Cross dressing and spanking. Then one of the previews was for Chicks with Dicks. Neither one of us said anything during the previews; we just passed the pipe and sat across the bed with our backs against the wall and watched. The only light in the room was coming from the T.V. and it was enough to see that Gary was a bit uncomfortable.

I was stoned and I was sure that Gary was also so when the movie started with the first scene of a big titted blonde woman in a tennis outfit kissing another big titted woman in spandex with red hair, he leaned back and relaxed. Their shirts came off and they started pulling on each other’s nipples while they were kissing. We both fidgeted a little bit adjusting ourselves casino siteleri and trying to be inconspicuous. Then all of a sudden the blonde grabs a fist full of red hair and spits into the woman’s mouth. She begins to berate her and starts slapping her tits hard. Then she pushes Red onto her back on the carpet and straddles her waist. She pushes Reds big tits together and she begins to push her hips forward to simulate fucking. As the blonde continues to berate Red she shoves three fingers into her mouth and with her other hand grabs Reds crotch and starts rubbing it hard telling her she is going to fuck her in every hole.

My cock was at attention and I had to shift on the bed because it was straining against the confines of my underwear and pants. I could see that Gary’s pants were tented and I figured why fight it. I tell Gary that it is too hot in the basement and that my cock is rock hard from watching these women. As I am removing my pants I suggest to him that he do the same so I don’t feel funny. He doesn’t hesitate and when he does I can see the outline of his hard cock through his underwear.

The blonde woman and Red stand up and the blonde puts a leather collar on Red and pushes her over the back of a chair. Red is hunched over the back of the chair with her hands resting on the arm rests. Her big fleshy tits are hanging pendulously and she has a look of fear on her face.

The blonde pulls Reds pants down just below her ass cheeks and then steps in front of her. She leans forward and places her knees on the chair. She grabs a hand full of Red’s hair and pushes her big tit into her face. She is commanding that Red suck on her big nipples and that if she does a good job she will fuck her really-good.

Red tries in earnest to reach the nipple with her tongue so she can begin suckling but the blonde won’t let her. Once again she yanks Red’s hair pulling her head back and spits into her mouth, berating her about how she can’t even please her by sucking on her tits.

Red begins to cry and is begging for her to put her nipples back into her mouth and let her try again but the blonde has other plans. As she walks around Red she trails her hand from Reds hair to her ass. She starts telling Red how her ass is going to match her hair as she begins to smack her ass with her bare hand. The blonde reaches down between Reds crotch and rubs across her pussy.

“You are such a whore; your pussy is dripping. You like when I slap your ass slut? You can’t wait for me to fuck you can you whore?”

I am getting so turned on I am afraid that I am going to cum in my underwear. My cock is throbbing and twitching and as I look over at Gary and his cock is poking out past the waist band of his underwear and he is rubbing his cock. I start doing the same except I take another leap and pull down my underwear to my ankles and begin openly rubbing my cock.

Gary can see that I am stoned and lost in lust from this video; he reaches over and puts his hand on my cock and squeezes it. I know immediately that I want this and I put my hands down at my sides. He is not stroking my cock he is just squeezing it tight. He leans in further and he begins to kiss my nipple and takes it into his mouth to suckle at it. He looks me in the eye and says. “I knew you would find that tape and want to watch it; don’t cum yet I want to show you something.”

The blonde woman on the screen stops spanking the red head and is telling her that she is going to give her what she needs. Gary tells me that he knows that I have been recording him and that I have a stash of gay porn, and that I want this to happen; and he is going to give me what I need.

The blonde walks around to the front of Red and pulls down her skirt and panties. The beautiful busty blonde is sporting an eight inch cock and she pushes it into the face of Red and tells her to get to work. “I know this is what you want bitch, so show me how much you want it.”

As the woman starts fucking Reds throat, Gary lets go of my cock and takes it all the way into his mouth and starts licking my balls. Then he starts fucking me with his mouth with quick short strokes at the head of my cock for five seconds and stops. “Does that feel good,” Gary says to me. I shake my head in the affirmative and he tells me to continue to watch the tape.

“I haven’t had pussy in so long” Gary says as he grabs my legs and swings them so I am now lying on the bed and still able to see the T.V. Then he pushes my knees and feet in the air. My legs are held together by my underwear and he tells me to grab them and hold them in place. He begins to flick his tongue at the head of my cock and down to my balls and finally over my exposed asshole.

The blonde is still in front of the red head except now she is making Red lick her balls and run her tongue along the length of her shaft. The blonde leans in and starts fingering the ass of Red, telling her that she will fuck her ass before they are done.

Gary drops his head slot oyna and begins to probe my hole with his tongue; tracing circles around it until he gently pokes his tongue in. His tongue inside my anus feels really good much better than I could have imagined. He inserts his tongue and flickers the tip around and then darts in and out. My cock is still raging and everything Gary does leaves me wanting more.

Blonde grabs Reds collar and leads her to the couch. She pushes her back so she has her back lying on the cushion with her ass hanging over the edge of the seat. Blonde pushes three fingers into Red and begins ramming them into her pussy telling Red how she is so sloppy and wet; and how she needs to fuck her Ass hard, as punishment for her being so loose.

As Blonde is lifting Reds feet off the floor and pushing Reds knees into her chest; I feel a cool lubricant being applied to my ass. I am unsure what it is and I don’t react to it because I am enthralled with the scene unfolding on the screen. I am hoping the Blonde takes Reds Ass and fucks her hard.

As Reds Ass gets penetrated I feel the pressure on my own Ass. Gary starts to lean into me, impaling me with his cock and between the smoke and the video I want it more than I have wanted anything. He tells me to stick out my tongue and when I do he rubs his thumbs over my tongue. I am thinking that he is going to put them in my mouth but he takes his wet thumbs and starts flicking them over my nipples; and before I even realize it, he is inside my Ass fucking me with long slow strokes.

Gary begins telling me how he knew that I would be into this when he saw my porn stash, and my pussy is now his; sixty seconds later I blow my load of cum all over my chest and up to my neck. Gary grabs some of my cum and uses it to coat his cock and add to the lubrication. My cock is still raging hard and twitching as he continues to fuck me. He rubs some cum into my nipples and scoops the rest up and feeds it to me; then has me lick his fingers clean. “You have a nice pussy and you are a good fuck,” Gary says to me as he begins to grunt and pound my ass harder.

He buries his cock in my ass and I can feel it erupting and spewing his seed into my bowels. He slides his cock out and commands me to get on my knees on the floor and clean my mess off his cock. I was scared for a second at his tone and jumped. I rolled off the bed and immediately got to me knees and began licking all over his cock and balls. I could taste his cum and my ass juice, which I did not find repulsive; but the lube that he used was bitter. As I was doing as instructed he placed a leather collar around my neck and told me that when I walked down the stairs I needed to have this collar on or there would be consequences.

Then he said, “oh by the way you can keep the video of me masturbating and I will keep the video I made of our little romp just now. Just do as I say Always and it will be between us.”

It felt so right to be on my knees sucking his cock with the feeling of my well fucked Ass, that all I could think to do was look up at him with his cock in my mouth and shake my head yes.

“Good girl” said Gary, “now be back here tomorrow at the same time.”

Gary used me for a couple of months until he got back together with wife. He took all the videos that he made and told me to keep the collar in case he were to stop by for a visit.

A year or so later I was looking for a way to de-stress so I joined a gym. I had been going for several weeks when one day during my workout I realized that I was staring at this man while he was stretching and working his hamstrings. After that day I realized, not only was I always looking at him; I was always looking at his legs as they curved up to his ass while trying to imagine the size of his cock. I never thought about touching him but for some reason I thought about seeing him naked. I especially liked when he stretched out in his spandex shorts; they outlined his body and sometimes I could see the head of his cock where his cock was locked against his leg. I couldn’t help but to stare.

I started coordinating my workouts with his workouts and this gave me the opportunity to also see him in the locker room. He was one of those guys that would undress in the locker room and walk around naked for the entire time until he got dressed and left. The first time I saw him naked up close my heart almost beat out of my chest. I got flush and had to sit down to keep from falling down. When he saw me flutter and sit down he came over to me to see if I needed assistance.

I was sitting there trying not to pass out from anxiety, which got worse when he came over and put his hand on my shoulder asking me if I was alright. Once I sat down I was feeling better but when I looked up I was eye level with his cock. My cock immediately got hard and I couldn’t have stood up even if I wanted to. He just stood there patting the top of my back and neck asking me questions and offering me water. canlı casino siteleri I said yes to the water and as soon as he left to get it I bolted out of there and didn’t come back for a week.

When I returned to the gym; every time I saw him he would make a point to acknowledge me by exchanging some basic “Hi, Goodbye greetings” and then after that we began to engage in small talk at the machines. One day he approached me while I was in the locker room and we talked for about an hour. Mostly about me; he was always asking me leading questions that I was happy to answer if it meant that he would stay longer. He was just standing by his locker naked while we talked. I found myself taking glances at his body every time he turned to reach into his locker or when his eyes left me to acknowledge another of his friends. I think a few time he caught me stealing glances of him.

He seemed to know a lot of the people that went to the gym and was friendly with all of them. One day while I was in the shower just standing there facing the wall with my legs spread and hands up on the wall for support. I was letting the warm water cascade over me; it was very soothing on my body. I had my eyes closed and had been thinking about that guy; visualizing he and I naked doing our workout together. I imagined him lying on his back on the work bench; his legs bent at the knees with his feet on the floor. His butt was at the end of the bench so his cock and balls would dangle between his splayed legs. I was enjoying the thought and began stroking my hard cock and began contemplating whether or not to masturbate behind this curtain. Suddenly I was startled by someone from behind me saying;

“Hey, nice work out today; noticed that you are always here when I’m here. We must keep the same hours. I know we have chatted a few times but we never actually met. I know your name is John Havens; I got it from my buddy at the front desk; my name is Joe; Joe Larson.”

I recognized the voice so initially I was startled but not panicked. I continued to slowly stroke my cock; I lifted up my head and said;

“Hey yeah, I was just thinking about… That you and I are always here together… What I mean is that we are here at the same time… Like you just said and we should work out together.” I was embarrassed that I was tripping over my tongue and hung my head and let the water run over my back. As the water cleared from my face and I open my eyes I saw a pair of feet behind me, outside the wet area of my shower. I turn my head slightly and; “oh fuck!” I notice that the curtain was open I never pulled it closed.

Joe replied “Oh is that what they are calling it these days, give me your number and I will call you to set something up.”

I was so embarrassed; I pulled my hand off my cock at lightning speed and continued to stare at the floor.

“Hey John, I need to be somewhere, GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER.”

I rattled off my cell number hoping he would make an exit so I could close the curtain and hide until he left.

Two days later I got a call from Joe. “Hey John lets connect at the gym on Monday at the usual time 4:30pm.”

I was still a little embarrassed and stammered out “yeah sure, sounds good” and waited for him to hang-up his phone. Then on Sunday he called me again to inform me that Monday was not going to be good for him. I told him OK, and that whatever was good for him would work for me and that he can call me anytime to let me know. We engaged in small talk on the phone and he decided to meet me at the coffee house at 3:30pm on Monday and we could talk about making a schedule.

That Monday he called me at 3:10 and said he was running late. He told me he lived local and that I should come by now; and that he should be home in five minutes. I said sure and took down his address and headed off to his place. I was excited because it was obvious that we were friends; why else would he invite me over?

I arrived at his place just before he did and I waited. When he got there he pulled in behind my car, he came over to me and greeted me with thanks for coming by and a good firm-grip hand shake; then we went inside.

“Hey John are you married?”

I told him yes and he handed me a beer. I spent a few minutes telling him about my lack of personal connection with my wife. I was still standing in his foyer as I took off my shoes before walking onto the carpeted floor.

We moved into the kitchen and sat for a minute drinking the beer and chatting. I noticed that all the walls had a mirror on them, varying in shape and size.

“Hey nice place you have here” I said.

“Thanks come check this out” and he led me into another room. It was a gym with one window on the wall that was closed up tight with a shade and curtains. The walls were covered with muscle men and picture posters of young shirtless teenage boys and young men. In the corner there was a tri pod light stand with a large cabinet that seemed to be some entertainment center and a large leather couch on the wall opposite the cabinet. There were two doors in the room besides the entrance and one of them was obviously a full bathroom with a hot tub, the other was closed and had multiple locks on it.

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This story is being written by Jackie as a narrative of her progression from sexually inactive, to widower, to sexual active, to millionaire. Some of the primary characters are older so you may not like stories about older people.

Edited by DRGRIFFIN.

The 5 female executives compete for sexiest swim suit

Monday I went in to swim but spent the rest of the day with Francis and Teddy. This was the first day of voting for the sexiest swimsuit by the executives. Shannon and I dialed our suits back to being regular bikinis. We did not want to interfere. The five ladies were now all in very nice bikinis. The suits were all cut in normal cut bikini style. I thought Gloria, the amazon Latino lady and Beth the short overly endowed girl were the ones that showed best with these cuts. They had more to show so even with modest suits they stood out.

Even though we had not advertised this competition, there were more gawkers. Today 10 guys stood around. And the vote had Gloria first and Beth second. We decided not to tell anyone but I think word was spreading.

On Wednesday, the game began to turn. Nancy and Clarice knew they were behind Beth and Lizzie, so they came wearing string bikinis. These still cover all the naughty bits but revealed more skin. The tops were triangles of material that rode below the breast and ended where the breasts started, leaving all the cleavage exposed. The cut of the bikini covered their pussies but ended about 3 inches above the slit. It was connected to the back with strings which left about half of each cheek exposed. Lizzie, Beth and Gloria noticed and I think knew what was going to happen.

This time there were 15 guys waiting to observe and vote. This time Nancy was first and Clarice was second. I did not think Lizzie had a chance. She was very small and at most a small B cup and a boyish butt. With the tally combined Gloria was still first but Nancy had moved to second and Clarice and Beth tied but still with a chance. I thought it would be very interesting to see what happened Friday. The rule was that they could not be completely uncovered either top or bottom. They also had to come Friday night and model their selections at Friday night dinner where the winner would be announced.

Friday, the girls pulled out all the stops. Nancy wore a micro string bikini. It was made of yellow glowing string less than ¼ inches wide. The top was one string around the neck that expanded to three strings at the top of the breast and joined the string around her torso beneath her breast. Two string were on either side of each breast and the center string pressed on the nipple but did not cover the areola. It caused her C cup to mound on either side. The bottom had a string just above her slit with 3 stings leading under her pussy and merged to one string that fit in the crease of her ass. The two strings along the sides of her pussy pressed in causing the pussy lips to mound in the middle and the center string pressed into the slit causing the lips to mound to the side. The result was to show her bald pussy lips as puckers on either side of the slit.

Clarice wore a similar suit except it had 2 instead of 3 string. This showed all her areola and her pussy lips to hang down in the middle. She had dangly pussy lips anyway which hung down at least an inch.

Beth had a bikini of flesh colored transparent materials similar to the one Shannon wore. It hardly hid anything. She also had her black pussy hair waxed with the exception of short clipped pussy hair above the slit in the shape of Hitler mustache and dyed purple. It stood out.

Gloria the amazon wore a monokini made with string that wrapped around her neck, extended between her legs and tied around her waist. The string was completely impaled in her ass cheeks so from behind she looked naked. There was small tear drop shaped material over each nipple that did not completely cover her areola and over her pussy lips which did not come close to containing this large women’s twat. It was very thin material and extremely sexy.

Lizzie had gone all out. She wore a sling monokini that was only string. She was small B cup but she had large puffy pinkish red areola. The string hit and cut the areola in half. The string went between her legs and impaled between her pussy lips and ass crease. The string pushed the pussy lips to the side and caused two mounds of flesh. She had her pussy adorned with piercings. She had a Horizontal Clitoral Hood Piercing with a diamond studded ring in the opening. There were also 2 Outer Labia piercings along each side of her pussy with the same rings. The piercings were at the top and bottom of the Labia leaving the middle inviting to a dick. She had both nipples pierced and bars in the opening. These were obviously long standing piercings.

I thought now it was a toss up. We all swim our 30 minutes of laps. When we came out of the water 16 guys and 3 women were waiting. This time the girls were not satisfied with just a parade. Each decided to work the crowd. They each casino siteleri picked someone to dry them off. They kissed and encouraged guys and gals to feel the merchandise. It was clear they were all excited. Before I knew it they were giving blow jobs. We had a rule that they had to keep their suits on but neglected to think about this. Each girl had laid a towel down and unzipped the fly of men mostly dressed for work in suit and ties. The guys and girls were lining up for their favorite girl. The 3 women were raising their business skirts and each was sucked and fingered to a quick orgasm before they left for work. It was a scene.

Shannon and I managed to get all 19 votes in this chaos. When all were serviced, voted and left, the girls were giggling and all agreed it happily got out of hand. They were also very excited about exhibiting their purchases at the dinner that night and finding out the winner. There was much talk about who won and what the challenge would be. Shannon and I instructed them that they would model each of their 3 outfits in the order they wore them for 30 minutes each. Anna had descriptions and price on a glossy for each. Anna was going to make money off this. We wished the girls good luck as they left.

When Shannon and I tallied the vote. Gloria, the amazon, won but just barely. Lizzie had made a come back and the difference between winner and losers was 4 votes.

Edward admits to a problem

That Friday afternoon Edward called Shannon and I into his office. Edward said, “Monday the FDA will announce approval of the medication developed by Solvent Pharmaceutical. I am going to sell all my shares and buy a small chip company that I believe is up for sell. It is LUV Technology, symbol LUVT.” He talked a little longer before seeing Shannon and I. “Come on in girls.” He hung up after saying good bye.

“I have some bad news girls. I think you probably wondered why I have changed in the last few weeks.”

“We thought you did not like us anymore,” said Shannon.

“No, I love both of you now more than ever. You have made this dream of mine a reality. I can never repay you. I have a medical problem. I am now 68 years old and have developed a circulatory problem that can not be cured. As a result of the medication, I can not get it up anymore and am tired and weak a lot. I will probably live for some time but I am going to have to cut back my schedule. I can work for a couple of hours in the morning but that is it. And I am not sure how long that will last.”

Shannon and I were both crying, so Edward stopped to let us get control of ourselves. After a little I managed, “What can we do to help?” I asked.

“I want to make Jackie the assistant GM. Shannon you are too critical as the event manager and Jackie is almost done recruiting. What are the counts now Jackie?”

“We have 85 members and 52 associates.”

“So in about a month we will have the membership complete. I think we were right with the need to limit to 100 members. Besides we make a boat load of money at that level. In effect, we three will manage the club. I want to change your agreement that will give you both 25% of the business in a year. Girls don’t feel sorry for me. I have had a great run and have time to manage the end the way I want. My only regret is that I did not get to swing with you both. But how can I complain. I have had it all.”

Shannon and I looked at each other not knowing what to say. Finally, I said, “We owe you so much. We will make this, your last vision a success, we promise. And we will make sure you are cared for.”

“I have not doubt but I have people who will take care of me physically but your love only you can do.”

“You have that forever,” Shannon said. “Can you give us one last spanking or would that tax you too much?”

Edward laughed and said, “My doctor would probably not approve but I think I can manage one last paddling.”

Shannon got the paddle and handed it to Edward, pulled up her skirt, bent over extending her naked hard ass to Edward. Edward gave her 6 licks with the paddle. As he finished he rubbed her tush, fondled her clit and said, “That is one beautiful ass that will make many men crazy for it. I wish I had gotten to fuck it.”

I was crying again but managed to bend over, raise my skirt, and bare my big broad naked ass to Edward. He gave me 6 licks, rubbed my red ass and fondled my clit. He said, “That beautiful ass was the last one I fucked and the last was the best.”

We hugged Edward and left crying. Shannon and I went to the bar for a stiff drink.

The 5 executives model suits and winner is announced

Shannon acted as hostess while I managed the 5 executives and servers. We had only 19 couples tonight and I think they were in for a treat. We had 4 servers tonight 2 males and 2 females modeling tennis outfits. The tennis outfits were not as sexy as the swim suits, i.e. not as revealing.

After everyone was settled and first drinks served, I explained what was happening tonight. After slot oyna that I said, “First we have Nancy modeling a nice yellow bikini. She will come by each table and give you close up view of the merchandise and a flyer. These models enjoy close up inspection. Let your server know your interest. This week we ran a contest to determine which of our models tonight displayed the sexiest suit or who was the sexiest model. At the end of the evening I will announce the result. The losers will have a task imposed by the winner.”

With that I announced each contestant in 5-minute intervals. The first set of bikinis got modest attention and little close inspection but I suspected good purchases. The next round with the string bikinis got more attention and far more close inspections primarily butt rubs and bra adjustments.

The diners were now finishing their main dishes and on to after dinner cocktails. “Now for the last and most revealing round. First we have Nancy in this stunning micro string bikini. Isn’t she stunning.” This time there was a lot of interest. Nancy was being fondled by each table and enjoying it. This time it was taking quite some time to go from table to table. Each contestant got a combination applause and course hooting.

Lizzie was last to reveal. Her body piercings got a lot of looks and discussion. As she went from table to table the men were certainly interested but the women also asked a lot of questions. I heard, “Does it hurt? Does it make orgasms more intense? Does it make your tits and pussy more sensitive? Does it get infected?” There was a lot of touching the rings in Lizzie’s labia and clit hood. Lizzie seemed to enjoy the attention. I could see moisture coming from her pussy. By the time the last table finished there was no doubt the moisture was running down her legs.

When Lizzie was finished everyone was interested in the winner. I held up an envelop saying, “In this envelop we have the winner from the Jackie and Shannon counting firm. And the winner is Gloria.” Everyone applauded and whistled while Gloria hopped around like a runner making a touchdown. Nancy looked pissed and the other girls clearly did not like to lose. But to their credit they surrounded Gloria and hugged and congratulated the beautiful amazon.

“Gloria, do you know the task the girls get to do?” I asked.

“Yes, we are going to invite the group of 19 people who voted for us to a party where we serve and entertain.”

“You too?” Nancy asked.

“Absolutely, you girls can’t have all the fun. Shannon and Jackie are going to help me plan the activities and they will be a surprise to you.”

“That does sound like fun,” Nancy said.

Anna sold a lot of the swim suits the girls wore that night.

On the following Monday Shannon and I sold our shares of Solvent Pharmaceuticals for $50k and bought LUVT. In less than a month LUVT was rumored to be a buy out candidate and went from $5 a share to $15. We sold making our portfolio $150k. By the end of the year, we had a portfolio of about $500k each with the help of Edward’s tips.

The Biker Bar night

Gloria came by a couple of times to plan the party. We had the names of the 19 people who had voted and wanted to find a night all 24 people could attend. It was hard but we hit on a Thursday night in a couple of weeks. We decided that the night would be ‘Biker Bar’ night. We wanted to act like 2 biker gangs came together at one biker bar and would compete at various events.

We had a couple of weeks before the event, so we let the participates know the motif and asked them each to dress like a Biker. Gloria decided on micro denim skirts and halter tops for the executives. We advised them to buy well worn micro denim skirts and halter tops. We left it to the 3 females voters to come up with their own version of what a Gang owned Biker Babe would wear. One gang would be called the Black Hearts and the other the Red Hot Gang. Gloria picked the boss of each gang and let them do a school yard pick requiring 4 girls per gang. We asked the girls to dress with black tops for the Black Hearts and Red for the Red Hot Gang. We found body stencils for gang symbols and asked all 24 to place their gang stencil on their necks.

The 5 female executive arrived early and they were hot. The denim skirts were definitely micro not mini. The width of the skirt varied by girl. Beth and Gloria were big butted girls and their micro did not completely cover the crack of their ass top to bottom. Pulled down you could see the start of their ass crack and the little fine hair. Nancy and Clarice, more average sized girls the ass was covered but it barely dropped below the crease. Lizzie was better covered because of her boyish figure. The skirt extended below the pussies but no one wore panties. No one could bend over without showing everything. All skirts were tight. Lizzie had dangling chains in her labia rings. The chains were about 2 inches long and you could see little brass balls at the end of the chains just below the bottom of her canlı casino siteleri shirt. All five chose halters that were at least a size too small. In the case of Gloria and Beth, a lot of tit hung out the side and lot of cleavage showed. The girls were still competing and probably always would.

They all had their body stencil for their biker gang on their necks but these girls had other things stenciled on. I saw the word ‘SLUT’ a lot with barbed wire stencils. Gloria, Shannon and I went over how the night would go with the girls. Alex was the bartender for night which made Nancy happy. Also Penelope was going to help but we made it clear the 5 lady executive were to serve and entertain the crowd. Shannon had a bachelor party going in another room so I was to be the bar owner and keep the party moving. I borrowed the outfit that Tiffany wore at the Pajama Party, black leather bustier, boy pants, and thigh high boots.

The group started to arrive. All the guys had tight jeans either leather or denim. Most of the guys had no shirt and an old leather vest. The 3 voting girls were dressed this way; one with denim shorts with the ass cut out and halter top, one in an American flag monokini, and one with a bikini. All had the gang stenciled tattoo and their own painted fake tattoos.

The pretend gang separated the room, the Red Hot Gang on the left and the Black Hearts on the right. The girls worked hard to get everyone a drink. In this case since they belonged to the gang they also got themselves a drink. Everyone including the girls were drinking beer, bourbon, or tequila shots. After the group was relaxed I announced the first activity of the night.

“Tonight we have two gangs, the Black Hearts and the Red Hot Gang. The bosses have agreed that instead of fighting tonight they are going to compete in the Biker Bar activities. First up is an opening round pool match among the Biker Babes. The first round will be Lizzie against Mary.” Mary was the voter wearing the American Flag Monokini. Neither girl had ever played pool, so only 4 balls were used. With each time they bent over to make a shot their ass and most of their pussies were visible and the crowd reacted. Of course the crowd hooted each time. Lizzie would play with her labia rings and chains at any opportunity. Lizzie somehow made her 2 balls and won. She jumped up and down making her chains even more interesting.

“Lizzie gets to spank Mary because she lost.” Mary bent over the pool table with her nice firm ass ready. Lizzie gave her 6 whacks with my paddle. She did make her butt red. Lizzie rubbed her butt before she raised up and gave each cheek a kiss.

“Next up are Sue and Terry.” Sue was the voter wearing the denim shorts and Terry had on a bikini. They also had 4 balls and some how Terry won. Terry gave Sue her 6 whacks, and she too gave her ass cheeks some soothing kisses only more than one.

“Ok Terry enough. Now up is Nancy vs Clarice.” They had 4 balls each and clearly they had played pool before. Nancy and Clarice cleared their first 3 balls in their first round. Clarice and Nancy both pulled their tight skirts above their hips to bend in the proper position to use the pool queue. Nancy made her ball and won. She too bounced up and down and one of her tits came out of its too small halter. The crowd hooted. Clarice bent over the pool table and Nance gave her 6 hard whacks and her butt was clearly red. Nancy instead of kissing Clarice ass played with her very visible clit. Clarice was moist from the thought of so many people seeing her ass and the paddling. I suspected it turned her own. I let Nancy work on her pussy until I saw Clarice had a small orgasm.

“Ok Nancy, that is good. Now we have Gloria versus Beth.” These were both big butt and breasts girls. Their halters barely contained their large orbs. Gloria was a good 8 inches taller. They also had 4 balls and finished quickly. Gloria won. Beth bent over and showed her broad fleshy ass to Gloria. Gloria gave her the 6 whacks and did Nancy one more. Instead of playing with Beth’s pussy, she tongued her ass and pussy with a long tongue. Again I let it go until Beth had a small orgasm and a very wet pussy and ass.

The next round pitted the winners of the previous round against on the guys. Lizzie had no chance and she knew it from the start. She concentrated more on showing off her jewelry than making a shot. She happily bent over and her pussy already glistened before the first lick and was wet after her 6 whacks. I wasn’t sure that she had not had an orgasm during the paddling. Her opponent licked her pussy until it was clear she had enjoyed it.

Terry also lost and took her 6 whacks and her ass kissing. Then came Nancy against her male opponent. She cleared her 4 balls on her first round. The crowd cheered and Nancy hooped up and down with enthusiasm. “Ok, remove your pants,” said Nancy. He had his pants off before I could rule and was bent over waiting for Nancy to give him his 6 whacks. Nancy enjoyed this very much. This guy had a long dick which hung down as he bent over the table. Nancy after the 4th whack gave it a good squeeze which made him hard. After the 6th whack, Nancy kissed his ass and licked his ass hole while gently squeezing his hard dick. I had to stop them.

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This story was inspired by the book “THE CLUB: How I met the love of my life in a sex club.”

It includes bisexual male-male, male-female, and female-female activities. It also includes light pain, bondage, and mild force. All the activities are completely consensual, but consensual non-consent is discussed.

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FIRST TIME

It was your average Saturday. I was playing some b-ball at the park with the guys. Being a senior and having turned 18 a month ago, it seemed like all the punks I’d dunked on before where trying to get their shots in before the end of school and my leaving for college. Let’s just say it didn’t end very well. One black eye and several bruises later I headed home sporting a somewhat swollen, sweaty, and dirt smudged face.

I was still panting heavily as I crossed the main foyer in my building when I saw Mrs. Jones getting in the elevator. I normally take the stairs, but today was definitely not a stairs day.

“Hold the door, please!” I said as I rushed in.

The smell of her perfume awoke that lower part of my brain that turns on when I’m around any women. In my current state, it was more animal than usual. My arm brushed against hers as I leaned in to push the button for my floor. Her skin was so amazingly soft. So tender and yielding against my muscle. The sudden thought of fucking her in the confined elevator combined with the lighting made me slightly dizzy.

“How are you Mrs. Jones,” I said as I glanced at her perky breasts. She noticed me looking and pulled her sweater tighter together. She wore black dress pants and turquoise top that hugged her tits nicely.

“Did you get in a fight or something?” she asked.

“Actually, it was a foul…You should see the other guy.” I said, half-jokingly. Mrs. Jones is my school principal, so I was not sure I should have been admitting I was fighting to her. It wasn’t like I was fighting at school.

As the elevator stopped Mrs. Jones stopped me from exiting.

“Brent, I have a few things that I need moved around. Would you mind stopping by later this evening?”

“Sure! How about six?” I asked

“Sounds good. 32C” she said.

“Excuse me?” Shit, did she just tell me her bra size?

“My apartment is 32C.,” she said, with a crooked smile.

“Oh, right. Well, I’ll see you at sex… I mean six!” I said quickly while the door was shutting. I could hear her laugh as the door closed.

I showered and decided to chill out and play the Xbox to pass some time. I grabbed a bag of peas from the freezer and placed it on the nice shiner I was now sporting. Before I knew it, six o’clock was here. I really wasn’t looking forward to this. I just wanted to chill, not hang out with anyone from school, let alone the fucking principal. Being the nice guy that I am, I had a hard time saying no, especially to a lady.

I took the stairs this time, only heading down one flight. I made my way to 32C, thinking Mrs. Jones had to be a D cup at least.

She opened the door on my 3rd knock, and holy shit, Mrs. Jones looked a hell of a lot different outside of her business like school-clothes! She sure had one hell of a figure, for an older woman. She wore a tight green sweater that showed off her cleavage and jeans that hugged her hips.

Her red hair was pulled up into a messy bun, her eyes a beautiful shade of green, which seemed to be looking right through me.

‘Damn, she is sexy.’ I thought.

“The dresser is right in here,” she gestured with her hand as she spoke. Her apartment was immaculate. Not one single thing was out of place. I guess you could expect that from a principal.

I followed behind her, unable to take my eyes off those swaying hips and perfect round ass.

She led me right through into her bedroom where she had a few things packed in boxes, neatly lined up on the wall. It smelled like heaven in there, soft and sweet, like a girls perfume and hair on a summer day. Her bed was a big wooden four poster. The wood was dark, and had a soft white comforter on top. I was so distracted by the smell and thinking about her bed that I barely noticed when she spoke.

“These boxes are going to the school for the annual yard sale. And I would like this dresser moved over to that wall.” She turned and looked at the opposite wall.

The dresser was solid oak, which matched the king sized bed. Then it hit me; I was in a woman’s bedroom and she slept in that bed. Images flashed through my mind of her in a nighty, quickly followed by me bending her over the bed. ‘Damn, guy get it together. This is your principal, not some random hoe.’

I quickly moved around to the other side of the dresser, hoping it would hide my growing boner. A few deep breaths and some math tables in my head and I hoped it would go away.

“You grab that side and I’ll casino siteleri grab this side and we will move it together.” She said as she took hold of the end. On three, we both picked it up and moved it; surprisingly, with ease. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked. She was petite, and thin, but her arm muscles flexed as she picked up the dresser, seemingly without much effort.

“Do you need help with those boxes?” I asked, trying to find a reason to be around her longer.

“No, I will get those later.” She said. “How old are you Brent?” Her voice was different.

“Eighteen as of last month Ma’am.”

Then she did the most shocking thing ever. She looked me in the eye and smiled before walking over and placing her hand on my crotch. This caught me off guard, and I jumped back in shock.

“Stop flinching. I know you want this.” She said with a smile. And then she took a step back and said, “I saw you looking at my tits earlier.” Suddenly she pulled her top over her head letting her breasts spring free. They were perfect; large and bouncy with big nipples. She grinned at the look on my face and pushed her breasts together.

With one hand on her breast, she leaned closer and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. It was growing hard again. So much that my jeans were now tight and uncomfortable. I was not sure what was going on or what to say or do. I stood there in shock and just enjoyed her hand stroking me.

I wasn’t completely clueless about sex. I’d spent plenty of hours jacking off to porn. However, at that point, I was still a virgin. Not that I didn’t have opportunities to have sex. I just wasn’t into all the high school drama with girls my age. One kiss and they were planning marriage. Plus my main focus was on my photography.

Mrs. Jones lead me to a chair that was set in the corner of the room. My brain was still trying to catch up to my aching cock. Before I sat she unzipped my pants. In one swift move, she had my pants and briefs down to my knees, freeing my throbbing cock from its restraints.

“Look at that massive cock,” she said with wide eyes, right before she took me in her mouth. She licked my shaft down to the bottom and back, then circled her tongue around my tip. She brought her mouth over and took off sucking at a good speed. As she massaged her tongue against my shaft, her hand reached down, and she began fondling my tight balls. She was in complete charge of my body as this was all so foreign to me.

It took everything in me not to thrust my hips and blow my load in her mouth. She began sucking harder, and faster and I couldn’t take it. Should I come? Girls don’t like it when you come in their mouths right?

“Stop!” I yelled.

“Why did you stop me?” She asked with concern on her face.

“I didn’t want to come in your mouth,” I said feeling really nervous now. The look on her face changed, and I could see the question forming before she even asked it.

“Brent, how many girls have you been with?” I thought about lying. I was certain she would stop what she was doing if I told her the truth.

“None” I spat the words out before I could change my mind. It was more like I moaned the words out. She just smiled and continued sucking my dick. I was still trying not to blow my load.

“Damn, that feels so fucking good.” I desperately didn’t want her to stop; I threw my head back and moaned loudly as she pumped my cock in her hand.

“Relax and come for me.” She said as she put her mouth back on my cock. It took only a few more seconds before I shot my load down the back of her throat. As she started to get up, she saw a string of cum on my dick. She bent back down and licked it off.

“I think I have a lot of teaching to do here. The first lesson will be oral. You will learn how to properly eat pussy.” Her naughty words were making me excited, but she stopped me by saying, “You’ve been here long enough to raise concern with your parents. Go home and come over again when you are ready for that lesson.”

Later that night I laid in my bed with thoughts of my first blowjob. Who would have thought it would be with Mrs. Jones? I couldn’t stop the memories flooding my mind. Her thick full lips around my hard dick. Her head bobbing up and down, and those wide green eyes looking up at me.

I couldn’t take it. I had to get off again. I took a hold of my cock and began stroking. It didn’t take long before I was coming hard and fast.

I was satisfied for a little while, but I was still restless and images of Mrs. Jones just kept coming up in my mind.

It was almost midnight when I decided to make my way back to her apartment. I figured it was late, and no one would be in the halls to see me. I threw on sweats and t-shirts. I closed the door as quietly as possible not wanting to wake my parents. I darted to the stairs just in case someone was up in the middle of the night. Luckily, no one saw me as I knocked on the door.

She opened the door on the third knock. Before I could lose my courage I walked slot oyna in, shut the door and pushed her against the wall. I began kissing her with everything I had. I wanted her to know how bad I wanted her.

I was ready for lesson two.

“Fuck, I’m glad you are here.” She said. “I kept thinking about your cock and how bad I wanted your tongue licking my pussy.”

My dick was fully hard again poking her in the stomach.

“Come over here,” she said leading me to the couch. She pulled her silk nightgown over her head and tossed it to the floor. I was surprised to see her without panties and really blown away when I noticed her cunt was totally bald.

She sat on the couch and opened her legs. She was already soaking wet and glistening. I sat down in front of her. Holy shit! I was inches from a real pussy!

“Brent, I want you to start slow and watch my body for signals. When you get to my clit put pressure on it and don’t just flick your tongue. Swirl your tongue over and back and forth. I’ll show you what to do.”

She slid one finger down her center, and down each fold. Her fingers circled her clit, up and back down. She moved back to the top and started rubbing her clit. Her fingers moved up barely an inch, and then she began moving her fingers faster.

“It’s your turn,” she said as she brought her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked her juices off her hand.

I was so nervous I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. What if I messed up, and she didn’t like it? What if I didn’t like the taste?

I got to my knees and brought my tongue to her slick, juicy pussy. One light stroke up her center, and back down each side of her lips. She let out a small whimper, and I began to lick and suck her clit. She tasted so weird! Not like anything I’d ever had in my mouth before. Sort of like sushi crossed with ham and a little ocean water. I can’t describe it.

I flicked my tongue a couple of times over the sensitive nub. She backed away, but I put more pressure on her clit. She grew wetter and wetter as my tongue brought her pleasure. Taking a chance, I did what I’d seen guys do in porn and slipped one finger up inside her. She moaned, so I guess I did it right.

Her hands were on her breasts and I couldn’t help but notice how she rubbed each one. Coming down from the top and then pinching the nipple. I continued licking and sucking as fast as I could. I now had two fingers in her, pumping in and out.

She put her hand in my hair and buried my face in her pussy. This made her wild, and she began bucking her hips.

“I’m going to” Her words were cut off as her orgasm ran through her. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, and it felt like she was convulsing.

I pulled my fingers out after the pulsating stopped. I mimicked her and sucked all of her juices off my hand. She tasted a lot sweeter than I thought she would.

“Brent you are a fucking natural at eating pussy.” She said after she finally came back down.

“Now I’m going to bend over the back of the couch. I want you to get behind me and enter my pussy with your lovely cock. Ease it into me, don’t just slam in. You are quite large, and you need to let me stretch around that massive dick of yours.”

I did just as she said. I touched and rubbed her ass cheeks, spreading them, and glancing at her puckered asshole before I put my cock to the center of her cunt hole. I slowly guided my shaft, inching my way in, and inch by inch; the skin on my dick pulled back.

“Fuck, your pussy is tight,” I said as I slid all the way in.

“Is it ok to move now?” Making sure I gave enough time for her to adjust.

“Slowly back out and come forward. Not too fast.” She said in a low voice.

I wasn’t sure how long I would last. She was so tight and I was afraid if I moved I would instantly come. I pulled out slowly, and pushed back in. I did this several times before she moaned.

“Faster”

I did just that. I grabbed her hips and began slamming into her. She brought her hand to her clit and started rubbing. She screamed out as her insides clamped down on my cock, milking me.

I stopped moving until she came back down and then I continued fucking her. I fucked her hard and fast, thrusting a few more times before exploding inside her.

Panting hard I pulled my withering cock out of her and sat on the couch next to her. She laid her head on my chest, and we sat like that for some time. Eventually, she got up, went to the bathroom and brought back a damp cloth. I washed up and got dressed. We walked to the door and she kissed me on the cheek.

“You are a natural at sex. I can’t wait to give you your next lesson. But not during the week. You have to focus on your school work. We should wait for the weekend. I’ll let you know when we can get together again.”

When I got home I laid on my bed, exhausted, happy and my cock sated. I fell asleep that night with ease.

LESSON 1

It had been several days since my first time and I was starting to worry if I would actually canlı casino siteleri meet with Mrs. Jones again. No, that’s not true. I was wondering if I would get to fuck her again. Everything in me wanted to run down to her, but I had a lot of editing that had to be done for the school paper.

Wednesday evening my parents were going out for their weekly shopping and errands. Right after they left, there was a knock at the door. I answered and it was her standing there in heels and a long jacket.

“I saw your family leave. Will they be gone long?’ She asked as she took off the jacket. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Mrs. Jones was here in my house wearing nothing but heels.

“About an hour or so,” I said before she claimed my mouth with her lips.

She went to her knees and pulled out my now throbbing cock. She swallowed my cock with ease taking it all the way to the base without even gagging. She fondled my balls, and gave them a gentle tug. I almost lost it at that moment. She knew I was close because she stopped and stood up.

“Your next lesson. Always give as much as you take. You won’t have a problem with this, but always make sure she gets off before you do.” She smiled and led me down the hall, dragging her coat behind her.

“Where is your parent’s room?” She asked, and I took the lead, guiding her through their door and over to my parent’s bed. I was freaking out but she just walked up to the bed, spread her legs and bent over, resting her hands on the covers as she looked back at me expectantly.

Her ass was up in the air, and I was eating her pussy just like before. Licking and sucking. Two fingers stretching her hole, and the other fondling her breast like I had seen her do to herself. She came hard and fast in just a couple of minutes.

“Yes, yes. Right there. Fuucckk” She yelled out as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her juices were now running down her legs. My face was covered in her juices. She rolled over onto the bed and spread her legs inviting me to fuck her.

I didn’t waste any time. I had her legs spread out on my shoulders, and I slowly slid into her. I waited like she told me and let her adjust to my thickness. Then I started moving in and out. I found a steady rhythm. Not wanting to go too soon I took it slow. I rubbed her clit in a circle with the pressure I knew she liked.

She was soon convulsing around my cock again. I slowed down until I knew the waves were done. Then I started banging into her fast and hard. My cock exploded in her, and I yelled out as I emptied into her tight pussy.

Suddenly, I heard the door shut, and I knew they were home. “Fuck, that’s my parents. I grabbed my shorts with lightning speed. And threw her jacket to her. We raced down the hall to my room. She said “You were showing me your yearbook work.” so I pulled out my laptop and brought up the current photographs I had taken.

“Oh, there you are. I called for you” my mother said.

“Sorry I didn’t hear you. Mrs. Jones wanted to see the pictures I had been working on for the yearbook.” The lie slid out of my mouth with ease.

“That’s nice of her to come by and work with you here.” My mom said with a question in her voice.

“Mrs. Lockwood, you have a very talented son.” Mrs. Jones said in a completely sincere voice. “You should be proud. With his hard work, and talent at photography, he should have a full scholarship to college.” She winked at me as she said this.

“Brent, I will see you at school. We will go over the rest later. I’ll probably need help with those boxes as well, but I will let you know when they are ready.” She said before leaving.

“What was that about? She has never been here before.”

“I saw her down in the lobby, and she asked about the yearbook pictures. It was just easier to show her than to describe them.”

“Well, your dad and I dropped Stacy off at the library, and we realized we forgot the grocery list.” Mom’s always forgetting “The List.” She grabbed it and headed back out.

‘Shit, that was close.’ I thought. ‘Fuck, fuck, maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. No, this is exactly what I need to be doing.’ I laughed. I got into the shower and thought of the face Mrs. Jones made when she was getting off. I pleasured myself several times until the water got cold. I just let my come run down the drain. Then a thought hit me: I needed to ask Mrs. Jones if she is on the pill.

LESSON 2

I wanted so much to go knock on her door, but I knew if I was pushy and didn’t follow her instructions to wait until she asked, it might lead to me never fucking her again, so I managed to control my desires.

I spent the remainder of the week at the park, fooling around, and playing basketball after school and taking pictures. With everything I did, visions of Mrs. Jones came with me. I pictured her legs on my shoulder and her perfect snatch in view right before my cock slid in. I pictured her as she looked up at me with her lips around my dick. I jacked off a lot.

It was almost two weeks later when I was sitting in Algebra class. I got called to Mrs. Jones office. The other kids in the class all called out how I was “In for it now!” and asked me “What did you do, Brent?” Nevertheless, I was just excited to see her again.

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I have written and submitted this story on a different site, using a pen name Alicia Dawn that I stopped using almost a year ago. I have a total of three stories under this name, and hopefully after correcting the many mistakes in each of them, I hope to post them on here.

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I sat at the counter, sipping my coffee while being mesmerized by the waitress serving the customers in the restaurant. Having caught the red eye from New York, I arrived rather early and being able to catch a little sleep on the plane, felt refreshed, even with the time difference.

I had planned on arriving early in San Francisco, just so I could take in some of the sights and relax a little before attending the Networking Conference and Logistics shows and seminars for the entire week. It was way too early to go to the hotel and register, so I strolled along the water front window shopping, taking in the sights as I came to this restaurant near the end at the trolley turnaround.

I started thinking about Kevin and how he treated me. I felt like his personal servant. It seemed that the only time we got together was on the weekends, and then I was only there to serve him and his buddies beer and pretzels while they watched the games all afternoon. After cleaning up when they left, all he wanted to do was go to bed and make love, if you could even call it that. It was like, wham bam, now get some sleep; there is a big game tomorrow.

I had often asked him if we could go out and take in a show or do some window-shopping. Each time all I got was excuses. His favorite being that he had already invited all his buddies over and it was one of his favorite teams playing.

When I told him that I was leaving for San Francisco for the week, and would be gone from Friday until the following Monday, he cried and begged me not to go. When I had asked him why, he simply stated that he and the guys would be lost without me there.

I blew a gasket hearing that. I stood up and told him to find someone else to train, because I quit. I turned and walked away from him, not looking back as he was begging me to stay. Suddenly it really felt very good knowing that I was finished with the asshole.

As I sat there staring at the waitress, I still considered myself straight. When I was in high school and during sleepovers I played spin the bottle and kissed a few of the girls on a dare. In college, it wasn’t until after hearing how the other women in the dorm gossip how sensual it was being with a woman. Attending a sorority party, very drunk sorority sisters started making the moves on me, kissing and touching me. Being a little drunk myself I started getting into it when I realized what I was doing. Abruptly getting up and leaving her I left the party very hastily not to say the least very embarrassed.

Sitting here now staring at this woman, I was admiring her figure and the grace with which she carried herself while waiting on her customers. I couldn’t help but notice her full and firm calves, and the nice rounded butt covered in those form fitted jeans she was wearing. Even with the apron she was wearing covering her chest, I noticed her breasts were at least a C cup, and very firm. She appeared to be around five foot six or so, the same height I am.

Being twenty-six, she seemed to be a little younger than. Looking over at the reflection against the window, I could see my shoulder length auburn hair. Smiling at my reflection, I weighed as much today as I did back in high School, one hundred thirty five pounds. Rocking on my hips, let’s not forget the firm rounded butt with my 36 C breasts. Although I couldn’t see them in the reflection, I was told once my brown eyes were to die for. I had no problems with guys and the occasional women hitting on me.

While in my daydream world, a voice suddenly broke my concentration, “care for some more coffee?”

A little startled, “Oh, I’m sorry, what did you say?

“I asked if you cared for some more coffee ma’am.”

“Oh no thank you, I think I’ve had enough for one day.”

“Look, I get off in about thirty minutes, would you care to meet me around the corner at the trolley turnaround? There are a few benches there, we can sit and talk. Oh, and by the way, my name is Lauren, Lauren Shepard.”

“I’m sorry, but I think I better be moving on.” Feeling my face beginning to blush and spread down my neck and upper body, I knew was caught red handed staring at her.

Just as I was about to rise, I felt her hand on mine and for a second I felt a jolt, a wave of pure bliss pass over me. I believe she felt the same thing as I saw her eyes widen as if shocked at something.

“Please say you will be there, I promise, as soon as I can get free, I will be there.”

“O… ok I stammered, I’ll be there.” I had no idea why on earth I agreed to meet this woman, who I just learned her name was Lauren.

“By the way, could you tell me your name?”

“Oh… ah… My name is Lacy Pierce.” Embarrassing again that I had to think casino siteleri of what my name really was.

“Thank you Lacy, and please wait for me.”

“Yeah, sure!”

Paying for my coffee and pastry I had eaten, I slowly started walking out thinking she was going to berate me for staring at her; she would have done it in the restaurant. At least doing it in front of everyone would make me look like the fool I knew I was.

As I sat on the bench waiting for Lauren to join me, my thoughts returned seeing her once more in my mind. Again I was brought back to reality as I felt someone sitting next to me.

“Thanks for waiting for me Lacy, I hope it wasn’t too long of a wait for you?”

“No it wasn’t. The air is a little cool, but I am enjoying it, but thanks for asking.”

“So tell me, where are you from?”

“Actually I am from a small town in Iowa, but I currently live and work in New York as Network Project Manager. Are you from here?”

“Yes and no, I am actually from just outside of Oakland, across the bay, but moved here to create my own identity and life.” As she was saying this to me, her head began to drop a little as if she was embarrassed about something.

Not really knowing what she meant by her own identity and life, I decided for the moment not to pursue it any farther. As we both sat dwelling in our own thoughts, she asked:

“I couldn’t help notice you staring at me, can I ask you why?”

Half turning to face her, I felt my blush rising once more by my embarrassment. “I am so sorry for staring at you, I just don’t know how to apologize or if my apology could ever be enough.”

While speaking to her, I reached out and laid my hand on top of hers, “I just want…”

I stopped speaking as I felt what I thought again was a wave of bliss washing over me. While staring into her emerald green eyes, I saw that she was feeling something also.

“Lauren…” “Lacy…” Both of us speaking at the same time.

“No, you go first,” as she held my hand now in both of hers.

“What just happened, I mean did you feel what I just did?” As both her hands held mine, slightly squeezing them.

“I’m not sure, I’ve never felt anything like it before. It was like a calming peace passing through me. And you?”

“I guess it was pretty much the same thing. I thought of it as a wave of pure bliss. Like something I never felt before. I mean I have touched a lot of people in my life, but never before have I felt anything like this.”

“I know, me too! I’ve touched a lot of people, especially in the restaurant, and I have never felt anything this peaceful and calming.”

“So tell me Lauren, what do you think it means?”

“Well, I’ve heard stories, which I really don’t believe, but I’d say we both found our soul mate, and it would be you and I, if you believe in that kind of stuff.”

“Lauren, are you a lesbian?”

“Yes I am, are you?”

“No I’m not. At least I don’t think I am. I kissed a few girls in high school on dares, even made out with a girl after getting drunk at a sorority party in college, but that’s all I ever did. Hell, I just broke up with my old boyfriend. I’ve always seen myself getting married and having children, you know, the American dream kind of thing. What about you Lauren?”

“Well I’ve known I was a lesbian since I was at least ten years old. In high school I couldn’t stop looking at the other girls in my class, and after PE, I stayed in the shower the longest, just so I could look that their naked bodies. That is why I moved across the bay, to get away from my family because they just can’t understand how it is for me. They think all lesbian and gays are freaks.”

“I’m sorry they have such a difficult time understanding you.”

As we sat in silence, holding each other’s hands, looking into her eyes, all I could see was the beauty they held within them.

“Lauren, I’m here until next Sunday for a network conference, and I, well, if you’re not tied up or anything, I’d like to spend some time with you, to get to know you, and for you to know me. You have to work, and I have meetings to attend, but in between, I want to spend them with you.”

“You really mean that, even knowing I am a lesbian?” I saw a hint of a smile, the kind that said, this really couldn’t be true.

“Yes, I do mean that. I’m not making you any promises or anything, but let’s just get to know one another and see where it goes from there.”

Her hand went to the side of my face, lightly caressing it, “I’m not going to make any promises either, and yes, I also want to know all about you Lacy Pierce.”

“Deal then, but I need to get to my hotel and check in, so do you want to come with me and after I check in, you can take me around showing me the sights?”

“I’d love to, but I’m afraid I smell like bacon and hamburgers, I need to shower and change first.” As she wrinkled up her nose like she was smelled something bad. “Actually I only live about two blocks from here; why slot oyna don’t I clean up and we’ll go and get you checked in, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds great to me, I smell like New York, and six hours of flying, so we’ll go to your apartment first, then to the hotel and start our tour from there?”

Grabbing her hand as I stood, pulling her up with me, “Lead the way, I’m already lost.”

We started to walk toward her apartment, I was about to pull my hand away, but at that very moment, she turned her hand over and intertwined our fingers together. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze; it felt so natural to be holding her hand. As we passed other couples, only one or two looked at us holding hands, when I realized, this was San Francisco, for all I knew, it was where Gay Pride originated from.

Arriving at her home, she had a very modest one-bedroom apartment. It was furnished with a worn sofa and end tables, but was clean. I noticed penciled drawings, both hanging on the walls and sitting on top of her stereo and end tables.

“Sorry about the place, but it’s all I can afford on my tips and salary.”

“You should see mine back in New York; It’s only studio apartment, with no closet space. All my clothes are hanging on hooks on the walls.” I could see expression in her face trying to imagine what that would look like.

“Are these drawings yours? They are so beautiful.” There was a mixture of nudes and partial nudes with a few still life drawings.

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to do art, but never had the money for schooling, so I draw for fun and work at the restaurant. If you like there is some bottled water in the fridge, let me jump in the shower and I’ll be ready in a jiffy.”

Suddenly I had this terrible urge to pee, so I headed to the open door of the bathroom, thinking I could finish before she got ready and headed to take her shower. I stepped in, closed the door and pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. As I was sitting there peeing, suddenly the door opens and Lauren starts to walk in. As she saw me sitting there, she froze, staring at me. I was just finishing up, but felt a tingle of excitement knowing she was standing there watching me.

As she started to stammer out an apology I said, “Wait,” wiping myself and standing up, letting her see my pussy, with its neatly trimmed landing strip. I slowly reached down and started to pull my panties up, then my pants. Never before had I been so brazen and bold, especially with a person I barely knew. I walked up to her, still standing in the doorway; I stood close to her, saying:

“I should have locked the door, my bad.”

As I started to step through the door, I felt my breast brush against her arm, sending a jolt to my lower regions making me wet.

I sat on the sofa, my back against the armrest, my feet stretched out. I heard the shower turn on, and realized, she never closed the door. I started thinking about what I had done in the bathroom a few minutes ago. I was kind of shocked at myself, but yet I knew that it had turned me on. I could feel the wetness seeping into my panties as I sat and thought about it.

I heard the shower being shut off and a moment later the shower curtain being drawn back. Suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and noticed Lauren walking out of the bathroom. When she saw me turn my head in her direction, she stopped and looked at me. She stood frozen, a towel in her hand about to dry her hair.

She was as naked as the day she was born. Her breasts were firm; her areolas were a mauve color and her nipples darker and stood out one-fourth inch and hard. Her stomach was flat. While holding my breath, I felt the juices from my pussy really wetting my now soaked panties.

“Sorry, I guess old habits are hard to break.” She then took her towel and began to cover up.

“Don’t be sorry. You have a beautiful body and nothing to be ashamed about.” All the while I was squeezing my legs together trying to relieve the itch between them.

“Thank you, but I…”

“Please just act as if I was not here. To be honest, it pleases me greatly to be able to look at who you really are.”

“Now you’re starting to embarrass me, no one has said it that way to me before.” I saw her cheeks begin to turn a rose color as her hand tried to hide her face.

Lauren quickly recovered and returned to the bedroom. Within minutes she was completely dressed and standing before me, holding out her hand to pull me up. As I took her hand, I felt that warm glow wash over me once more. In my mind I knew I was not a lesbian, but in my heart, I wasn’t so sure any more.

Taking the trolley toward the hotel, we talked about the things we liked and hated. We talked about clothes and our favorite kinds of food. We both the loved the Italian flavors while also enjoying some of the Mexican flavors, such as tacos and burritos. We also had a thing for salsa and chips. Lauren said that they had a large Chinese community here and before I left, we’re canlı casino siteleri going to have enjoyed a Chinese cuisine.

Checking in went rather smoothly. Rather than wait for the bags to be brought up, we each took a bag and headed to my room. Fortunately I was high enough where I did have a good view of the Golden Gate Bridge and part of the harbor.

While putting away my things and hanging up my dressier clothes for the convention, my mind was bouncing back and forth as how to handle it when it was time to start my shower. I didn’t want to be embarrassed with her seeing how wet I had become, but again, maybe I wanted her to see, just to know the effects she really had on me.

Having finished my unpacking, my mind set on what I was about to do hoping that Lauren didn’t think of me as a slut. I stepped to the side of the bed closest to the bathroom and began unbuttoning my blouse. Lauren was sitting in the chair on the opposite side watching me. Undoing the belt, and pulling down the zipper, I sat and started pulling off my shoes and socklets. Once off, it was the moment of truth. I stood, pulled down my jeans and stepped out of them. I removed my blouse, dropping it on the bed on top of my jeans. Taking a deep breath, causing my breasts to rise, I removed my bra dropping with the rest of my clothes, then my panties, which I purposely made sure I left on top of my clothes. Turning I walked into the bathroom for my shower.

Once inside the bathroom, I had to stop and grab the counter to steady myself and take a much- needed breath. I realized that I had been holding my breath the whole time I was undressing.

After taking my shower and drying off and doing my hair, I stepped back into the room to see Lauren still sitting in the chair as she looked up taking in my nudity. Her eyes drop to my breasts with my hardened nipples. Her eyes slowly drop to my stomach, then to my shaved mound. I feared that even though I had just took a shower, Lauren would be able to smell the juices wetting my pussy as she was looking at me. With a huge grin on her face, “Lacy, you are so beautiful.”

Blushing, I walked over and picked up the clean pair of panties I laid on the bed. I turned, and bent over in front of her putting on my panties. I quickly stood up, again feeling slightly embarrassed while continuing to get dressed. During this whole time, the smile never left Lauren’s lips.

Now fully dressed, I picked up my jacket and purse, ready to leave. I retrieved the door keys and started to put them in my purse. As Lauren stepped up beside me, unknown to me why I did it, I took the spare key to the room and handed it to her saying:

“It has a limited use; it’s only good as long as I am checked into this room, I want you to have it, just in case.”

“Just in case of what?” She asked arching her eyebrows.

“Just in case I want you here to meet me here if my day is longer than expected.”

I could see the edges of her lips begin to form into a smile as she took the key.

“You know, you’re taking a big chance that I won’t come in here in the middle of the night and ravish your body as you sleep.” She was grinning ear to ear as she began to tease me.

“Maybe it’s a gamble I am willing to take, let’s see what happens.” I said while opening the door, letting her step out into the hallway. This time she reached out and took my hand in hers as we walked down the hall towards the elevators.

For the rest of the afternoon, we joked and laughed and basically had a good time. We took a horse and buggy tour together as she pointed out some of the interesting points of the bay area. Every now and then, during our quite moments, I would catch her looking at me with those emerald eyes. I wished that I could read her mind, but then thought that maybe she also wished she could read mine.

As the sun started to set, a great debate began as to where and what to eat. Lauren said that she knew a place with great food, candle lit tables, and not too far from the pier. With her arm encircling around my waist, we slowly headed toward the restaurant.

Our bellies were full as the meal was to die for. Smoked salmon over a bed of linguini. The red wine she ordered was also out of this world. Slowly making our way back towards the trolley turnaround, Lauren stopped and pulled me around to face her.

“Lacy, I know this is kind of brash of me, but would you spend the night with me, I mean just be with me. I promise I won’t do anything, but I just want to hold and snuggle up to you. This all seems like a dream to me, and I’m afraid that in the morning I’ll wake up and I’ll never see you again and I can’t let that happen.”

Reaching out, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in close, hugging her tightly. I pulled back and looked into her eyes, “Yes, I would love to spend the night with you.”

Again I hugged her tightly as I felt her arms tighten up on me also.

“I kind of feel the same way you do, and I was trying to dig up the nerve to ask if I could spend the night with you also, but you beat me to it. I’m glad you asked me.” With our foreheads pressed together.

Separating we held onto each other’s hand while making our way to Lauren’s apartment.

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Jack meet Jordan in school Jack was young handsome but he lived in a trailer park and liked to fix vehicles. Jordan was a spoiled upper middle class only child.

Jordan was a senior a cheerleader she was 18 tall blonde hair green eyes long legs and nice curves. Jack was tall with dark brown hair a goatee chiseled muscles from cutting down trees on the weekends to help his parents pay bills.

One night alone in her car they were making out hot and heavy. She told him I want you to eat me out. He was more than happy to oblige. Her hair was freshly flat ironed. Her make up was perfect. She pulled up her dress revealing a slightly trimmed pussy. She pulled up her dress and touched her clit with her perfectly manicured fingers. “I’m so horny.”

Jack pulled off her underwear with his teeth. Eagerly he licked and sucked in between her legs like he had seen in some porn videos.

She grabbed his hair and held it in place. She placed her heel in her crotch like she had seen in a movie.

He toyed with her pussy with his tongue licking and sucking on it. She came as he flicked his tongue on her clit.

“Let’s go out to eat buy me a burger.”

“Of course baby,” Jack said.

As they pulled up to the burger joint, Jordan saw some kids from school.

“Hey, Jordan why are you hanging out with that loser,” One of the kids shouted.

Jack ordered the food pushing the red call button and pulled the money out of his wallet.

“Hey loser did your house shake last night?”

“Must have,” said another “I kicked the refrigerator box.”

“Don’t worry about them. They are assholes,” Jack said.

But Jordan was. Her mom didnt like Jack either and she was just using him to amuse herself.

Their food arrived and they left parked on their makeout spot Jordan asked, “hey are you planning on going to college getting a real job?”

“No,” Jack said “Im a mechanic and I cut down trees. Isnt that good enough?”

“Well I think you are cute in all, my little boy toy, but I expect certain things and you wont be able to afford them on your salary.”

Jack said, “whoa, are you seriously going to break up with me over this?”

“Uh yeah, I mean how are casino siteleri you going to buy me things and take me out to eat? I have a reputation for having and wearing the best. Not to mention throwing the best parties. Get out, I ac do better.”

“Well can you at least drop me off at the shop?”

“Oh ok fine,”

Two years later as Jack was working on fixing a vehicle along came a familiar face. “Hey Jack is that you? Its me Jordan.”

“Yeah your looking good Jordan,” he eyed her wearily. She did look hot in that skimpy black dress. He watched as she bent over to fix her shoe slightly showing off her ass.

“I was wondering if um you had any used for cash vehicles.”

“What happened to your jaguar?”

“My parents took it back and kicked me out,” she said as she leaned forward so he could have a better view of her tits. “All I have is some jewelry I was giving for past birthday presents and Christmases, but they are gold so I could get some cash but none of my friends will let me stay with them.”

“Oh really,” he smirked placing his hand on her thigh and rubbing her nylon legs. “Ugh I had to ride the bus just to get here and I was hoping you could help me. Please?”

“Awe you beg so cutely. Say it again.”

“I really have no one else Jack please.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about.”

“I’ll do anything you want please.”

“Anything I want huh, so I guess being pretty doesn’t pay very well don’t you plan on going to college and getting a job,” he mocked her with a smug grin.

“Well I never really had to work except a little babysitting for money to go to parties.”

Jack decided to push it a little. “Anything I want huh, pull up your dress let me see that fine ass of yours. Jordan wasnt used to be talked to this way but she did flirting with him showing him her thong.

“Take it off put it on my desk.” She raised her eyebrows but she obeyed feeling a little exposed but it wasnt like he hadnt seen her naked before.

“So I’m not too poor and uneducated.”

“I’m sorry I was such a bitch.” her words were like gravel in her mouth but she seemed sincere.

“How much do you have?”

“$500 but I havent sold all my jewelry yet, slot oyna but I could get a job and work it off.”

“Our cheapest vehicle is $1500, but perhaps I could let you pay it in installments with of course an employee discount. I will do it only if you agree to go to a certificate training program to learn an occupation. I have an opening for assistant secretary.”

“Oh my god thanks so much you wont regret it.”

“So where will you live?”

“I dont know my jewelry fed me and got me here but if I get a hotel I’ll run out within a week.” She was on the verge of tears.

“Well, in the last two years my very rich grandmother passed away. She always liked me. She left me her house, car, money and a very nice coin collection. I sold my parents trailer and used the money to buy this business.”

“Ive had my share of girlfriends, but my taste have changed some. I want you.” She smiled and walked up to put her arms around him.

“No, I mean I want you as my pet. Like a trophy. Kneel and open your mouth unzip your dress and let me see those perky tits.”

She blushed, this was a bit much and she hesitated. He raised his eyebrow and pointed in front of him down at his feet. She didnt want to admit it but she kinda liked this new Jack so unlike the boy she knew.

“Now,” she obeyed and her dress slipped to the shop floor. He traced her lips with his finger stuck his thumb in her mouth. “Suck it.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his underwear sliding them down his legs. “Lick my balls, my little slut. She gently caressed his balls with her tongue. He sat on the desk and widened his legs. “Now lick my ass hole.”

“Ugh, thats gross.” He slapped her face. “The door is over there have fun at the salvation army.”

She couldnt bear the thought of going there. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I’ll do it.” She stuck out her tongue hoping he had showered recently and half heartedly licked his ass hole. “Good girl.”

“Are you willing to be my little slut?

“Yes I’ll do anthing you want.”

“Yes what?”

“uh what”

“You say yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir”

“Good your a beautiful toy. You will stay with me then in my house. canlı casino siteleri I’ll take care off you Jordan my pet. Now open your mouth and suck my cock.”

Jordan did but she had no idea how to properly give head. Jack grabbed a handful of her hair and made her choke on it. She tried to pull up for air he let her for a second then rammed it balls deep down her throat a few times.

Bend over my desk he placed his fingers on her asshole prodding it a little. “Please don’t” He stopped but he grabbed her hair shoving his cock in her cunt. “Awe its cute how you think you have a choice. Just for that when I take your asshole and I will; I will tease you until you beg for it want it so bad you’ll do anything to get it. Then when you beg me properly I’ll give you the privilege of having my cock in your ass.”

“As long as your my property I’ll take good care of you. You wont want for anything, but you will obey me.”

“Your property?” she asked. She squirmed his cock pounding her pussy hole hands firmly held in the small of her back.”

“Yes, that is what I want. You will be my personal slave and address me as Sir or Master.”

This was a lot for her to take in. “Can I think about it?”

“Sure, Ill give you some money for dinner and a hotel for the night.”

He licked her ear and she shuddered in pleasure. His hot breathe on her ear and tongue exploring her ear and neck only made her slit more wet as he pumped his member into her.

Just then an employee walked in asking about a part. He apologized sorry I’ll come back later. Jordan blushed beet red. Jack did not seem at all embarrased and he continued to fuck Jordan like nothing happened.

“Lock the door please”

The employee turned and walked out not without winking at his boss.

He fucked her slowly relishing in the feeling. She moaned genuinely enjoying his cock. She writhed with pleasure. His balls slapped against her. He was enjoying taking her pussy he slapped her ass and grabbed a handful of her hair. Yanking it back. She had not been treated this way before but she found she liked it immensely.

“You’ll look good with my collar.” With that she came and he deposited his seed deep inside her.

“Say thank you,” Jack said.

“Oh my gosh that was amazing. I want more please.”

“Say it”

“Thank you, Sir. I agree I’ll be your slave.”

“This is only the beginning but I’ll teach you what I want.”

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4:00 pm, Monday

The phone rang. I was at my desk writing a report for a school. The sound of the phone brought me back to the office. I answered.

“Lee.”

“This is Pete, Megan’s boyfriend.”

“Hi Pete. What can I do for you?” I wondered if this call was about to be about Megan fucking someone besides Pete last weekend.

“Lee, I had a fight with your daughter last night.”

“And…?”

“And I need some advice on what to do now.”

“You want Megan’s Dad in the middle of this?”

“I don’t know who else to talk to.”

“Megan.”

“That won’t help. I know how she feels and it’s tearing me apart.”

“Stop. I’ll coach you but on my turf. I don’t want to know what started the fight. I don’t want any of the details. I want short answers to my questions. Agreed?”

“OK.”

“Whose problem is it?”

“She caused it!”

“You need to concentrate here. Listen to the question. I’m asking you whose problem is it right now?”

“Mine.”

“And, who do you want to solve the problem?”

“Megan.”

“Can you give one good reason why Megan should solve your problem?”

“We are in relationship?”

“Nice answer, but it won’t work. If I put on a purple shirt and we are going somewhere together and you just don’t like purple shirts is my shirt color my problem?”

“No. It’s my problem.”

“And you can ask me to please change shirts but you know I can say No. You know that the shirt is not a problem over here. It is your problem. How can you solve your problem?”

“I can stay home and not go wherever we were going.”

“Any other possibilities?”

“I could decide that your shirt is not my problem and I can ignore it.”

“Good. Now, since the problem you have that involves Megan is your problem what can you do to solve the problem?”

“I can let it go and try to be OK with what she told me or I can end the relationship.”

“That sounds like two options at the extremes of the continuum of possibilities. Are there any other options?”

“Either I’m OK with what she said or I’m not.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Can you be?”

There was a pause. “No.”

“Can you continue to live as you are living if the answer is no?”

“No.”

“My coaching is this: Change how you are living. Whatever Megan said to you has altered the relationship. Women do that sometimes. Men do that sometimes. Relationships seldom stay the same for long periods of time. What do you want to happen?”

“I want her to…”

“Stop! You cannot want her to anything! That is unrealistic. The question is what are you going to do?’

“I cannot live like this. This is a deal breaker.”

“Are you moving or is Megan?”

“I don’t know.”

“When you decide let me know. Since it sounds like you’ve decided to break up with my daughter I want you to know that you will be welcome at any family gathering that Megan invites you to. I will not invite you to any family activities. I will be willing to coach you anytime, but you will no longer get the family discount of 100%. Just like all my clients you will pay for every conversation of coaching up front. None of that means I think less of you or that my opinion of you has changed.”

“I’ll think all that over and call you after I talk with Megan.”

“If it’s easier just have Megan call me.”

“OK. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Good-bye.”

I hung up and turned back to the computer. That went well. He was being run by a belief that he picked up somewhere that told him that if Megan fucked someone that was totally unacceptable. He believed that one person should love only one person. That belief was about to cost him.

Ten minutes later the phone rang again.

“Lee.”

“Megan.”

“Hi Honey! What’s up?”

“I think Pete is going to call you.”

“No, I don’t think so. He already did.”

“Did he tell you about the fight?”

“No details. He wanted coaching so I gave him some. I gave him the “Whose problem is it?” talk. Now he is solving his problem. Either he will call me when it is solved or you will.”

“Dad, if his solution is to break up with me I can’t afford to live here alone. Can I move in with you until I can get a roommate or two?”

“You can move in with me tonight if you want. I promise you can stay a month. Anytime during that month we can talk about you living here and what that would mean for after the month. When do you want to move?”

“My car is full. I can come back tomorrow and get the rest if I can use your van. Can I come home tonight?”

“You have a key. Would you like it if I made dinner for us?”

“Yes! I’ll be there in less than an hour.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I set the timer on my desk for thirty minutes and went back to work. When the timer sounded I stopped work and went to the kitchen. I used a packaged Garlic Chicken Stir-fry as the beginning and added rice and some of my own touches. When it was done Megan walked in.

In the past our hellos were short hugs and brief kisses. This time she walked casino oyna up to me, sat her purse and the bag she carried on the counter and our hug was long, intimate and the kiss insistent and probing. My how that young woman could kiss. Pete was going to miss that!

We ate and talked. She told me how she had learned some valuable lessons living with Pete, but that he wasn’t as open as she was about a lot of life issues. I didn’t need to know about how she told him about fucking someone else and loving someone else and Megan knew that so she didn’t go there.

After we unloaded her car and put her stuff in what was a guest room we sat in the family room and talked some more. We talked about how Kat and Pam fit in my life and now hers. She told me that she had known since she was twelve that she was bi. She even told me about how she figured it out. She surprised me by telling me how she figured out what the problem was in my marriage with her mom. Neither my ex nor I had really talked with the kids about the depth of the problem between us. Megan was right on target with what she had figured out.

My ex had much the same beliefs that Pete did. I discovered that I could and did love more than one person. Some I loved and that didn’t include any sexual component and some I loved and that included sexually. In my wife’s eyes almost any physical contact between people not married to each other was sinful and wrong. I hugged almost everyone I knew. Our marriage ended because I would not limit my love or my physical affection to just her. I didn’t commit adultery according to the law. I didn’t have coitus with anyone while I was married or while they were.

10:45 pm Monday

When I saw the time I said I was going to bed. Megan just sat there looking at me. There was a question in her eyes.

“Come on. Let’s shower and go to bed.” Her eyes brightened and she raced me to the shower.

I noticed the bruises on her breasts as I soaped her. I remembered how Pam had put one of them there.

“Yes, Pete saw the hickies, but only after I told him about fucking someone else.”

We dried each other and went to bed. There is something so special about falling to sleep spooned up against someone you love. As I spooned against Megan’s back and we started to fall asleep she said, “Daddy, I love loving you.”

“You feel so good right here next to my heart. I love you too.”

About 9 am, Tuesday

Morning came gently. We woke up together and took our time welcoming the new day. We slowly joined and talked while we moved in the dance that leads to a deeper connection. It was like kissing when you know the promise is for later, not right now. We didn’t rush towards an orgasm. We joined as a way of being One. When we were ready to shower and start our days we kissed some dozen or more times and then got up.

In the shower Megan spoke.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We made love and neither one of us came. It was so sweet. It was gentle and loving without the urgency. Where did you learn that?”

“Bonny taught me that.”

“Bonny was the woman who had MS wasn’t she?”

“Yes. Fucking to climax was painful, so we learned together how to love differently. I loved the slow gentle joinings we shared.”

“Joinings?”

“A word I picked up somewhere. What we just did and what Bonny and I did wasn’t fucking. There is urgency in fucking. I’ve never liked the term making love. If the love isn’t already there putting a cock in a pussy won’t make it. Gently joining the bodies of two people who already love each other is joining. Joining connects people physically who are already connected in spirit.”

“You really loved her, didn’t you?”

“Still do.”

“I’m sorry we missed the funeral.”

“She knew where we were and she needed to go, not wait on our being available. I miss her. I miss your mother too. And lots of other people who were in my life and aren’t as present anymore.”

We exited the shower and dressed for the day. Megan took the van and went off to Pete and her apartment. I took the report to the school and came back before noon.

The rest of our week went quietly. I taught three classes and accepted two new bookings for seminars. Megan went to work each day and stopped by her apartment on her way home each day after work.

About 6 pm, Thursday

When she got home Thursday evening she said she was finished. All her stuff was out of the apartment and she and Pete had talked.

That evening I got two calls, one from Pete and one from Kat.

Pete wanted me to tell him where Megan was staying. I asked if he thought Megan had forgotten to tell him. He said no. I asked if he thought she wanted me to tell him where she was. He thought a few seconds and said, “Probably not.”

I didn’t tell him.

When Kat called I filled her in on Megan’s situation and asked if she and Pam were available for this weekend.

“I am, but Pam is working Saturday, day watch.”

“So, I’ll pick you up at seventeen hundred on Friday and we can pick up Pam slot oyna at seventeen hundred Saturday.”

“Great! But, isn’t that a lot of driving for you?”

“You and Pam are both worth it! As we talk I’m thinking: what if we don’t come home on Friday night but stay somewhere nearer the base until time to pick Pam up?”

“Like the No-Tell Motel?”

“No. Like a quiet little place I know of that is quite romantic as I recall reading somewhere.”

“Oh, now you’re talking!”

“Kat, I want you to answer from your heart. Do you want Friday night to be just you and me or do you want me to invite Megan?”

“Will she be hurt if I say I want you to myself?”

“No, I don’t think so. She has been here with me every night. I think it would be just fine for her to stay behind, this time.”

“What if I wanted her to come and pick me up and leave you behind?”

“Well, I know her financial situation and in that case you two will be at the No-Tell Motel.”

“Oh, well that changes everything!” There was laughter in her voice. “I choose you for all the best financial reasons!”

“Seriously, if you ladies want time together without me I’m OK with that. I know that for the relationships between you to grow you’ll need time together. I would like it not to be this weekend, if that’s OK with you.”

“This relationship is getting really serious. Sometimes I think about us and it feels like we’re old married people, all comfortable and everything. Sometimes I’m aware that every part of this is new and strange and weird.”

“This relationship is just as serious as you want it to be. I’m not going to marry any of you. I am loving each of you. Do you feel loved?”

“I do! That’s one of the things I’m having trouble with. I’ve been told all the stuff about one man, one woman. Now here I am in relationship with a man and two women! Part of my brain thinks I should feel guilty and run off to a convent or something.”

“What about the other part of your brain?”

“It loves when you hold me. It loves being kissed by any of you. It loves when we are together and suddenly we are all laughing together. The other part of my brain loves waking up holding and being held by people who love each other.”

“How much of that feeling is available in the convent?”

“None!”

“Choose.”

“I’ll be at the gate at seventeen hundred with no panties on.”

“Me too, Honey. See you then.” We both were laughing as we hung up.

I talked with Megan about the weekend. She understood about Kat wanting some one-on-one time with me. She also was flattered that Kat wanted some one-on-one with her too.

After 11 pm, Thursday

I walked into the bedroom and found that Megan had made some changes. The sheets had been changed and the quilt that normally lived on the bed was replaced with a light down comforter. Megan had put two small tables near the bed and each had three candles on it. They were scented and the fragrance of vanilla softly filled the room. Megan was no where to be seen.

On the bed was a red bordered piece of paper that said, shower and shave please. I showered and shaved. When I walked back into the bedroom Megan was in bed, waiting for me.

I got into bed and as I leaned back onto the pillow Megan kissed me. It was a kiss that communicated passion and urgency. I gave it back to her.

The kiss ended and Megan spoke, “I want to tell you what I want. I want to be filled by you. I want to play with you and have you play with me until I explode! If I can I want to fall asleep with you still inside me.”

“Since you have told me what you want let me tell you what I want. When I’m done you can tell me if you still want what you said.”

I rolled over on top of Megan and kissed her neck. As I did I said, “I want to start by kissing your neck and ears.”

Many minutes passed with no more words spoken. Sounds were made by both of us, but no words were spoken.

“I want to move my attentions to your chest.”

Using my hands I held her by the wrists and extended her arms out away from her body. I leaned out to her right elbow and kissed the inside. Each successive kiss moved up her arm and soon I was kissing her underarm. Megan squirmed when I kissed her there. She moaned softly. She turned her head and watched me. I continued my trail of kisses up onto her chest and to her breast. I knew from the weekend before that she really liked having her nipples sucked and not so gently either.

I encircled her areola and nipple with my lips and waited. When I felt Megan lift her chest ever so slightly I sucked hard for about two seconds and released. Megan gasped and said, “Suck me!”

Gently I sucked her in again. My tongue tip went around her nipple as I increased the pressure of my sucking. I held the pressure steady when she whimpered. I knew she was at that special place where pain and pleasure both existed together. Any more pressure and the pain would push the pleasure away.

I held on as long as I could, then the need to breathe demanded I stop. I did not release the lip lock. I took two canlı casino siteleri long slow breaths through my nose and began to again suck on her areola and nipple. This time I flicked my tongue across her nipple and she moaned and said, “Yes! Oh Yes!”

I continued to hold her wrists away from her body. When I could no longer hold the pressure I released my lip lock on her. I kissed down into the valley between her breasts and up onto her left breast. With tongue tip I encircled her areola a few times Before I took it in and began the sucking I knew she wanted.

As I increased the pressure I felt her hips begin their motion, rubbing her mons against me. I pressed back. I sucked her breast in, more than just the areola and nipple I sucked in all I could get.

“Oh Yes! Oh Daddy, I’m gonna cum! Oh, nnnnnnnoooowww!!”

Megan moved as much as she could with me on top of her. Her legs were open and I was between them. I felt a rush of wet against my lower belly and Megan went limp. I released her wrists and my lip lock on her breast. As she calmed I rested my head between her breasts. I listened and felt her heart beat.

We talked softly as her breathing and heart rate slowed. She wondered out loud about how being with me like this was going to affect her future. Especially her future with other men and women.

“Are you wondering if you can have a successful relationship after being loved by me?”

“I know I can love someone else too. I already have. I love Pete. But Pete doesn’t love like you do.”

“You may not want to hear this Sweetheart, but most women who want to really be loved need to teach the men in their lives how to do it.”

“Why?”

“Women are put together differently than men. Men aren’t as naturally interested in the relationship as women. No, I said that inaccurately. Men aren’t as interested in the kind of relationship that women are interested in having. Years before your brother got married he told me he wanted a son. He wanted to play catch, teach his son about baseball, do stuff together. He never said he wanted a wife, home, two car garage, washer and dryer. Your sister told me about her someday husband when she was seven! She told me about their home, yard and color scheme before she had ever been on a date.”

“She got all that stuff too.”

“And a husband who doesn’t pay attention to her.”

“He is a dick!”

“No. He is the man biology and training have him be. His biology has him interested in the things he’s interested in. His training, or lack of it, have him ignoring what his wife craves.”

“Could you help him?”

“I could, if that was what he wanted. It isn’t. We had a conversation last Thanksgiving about their marriage. He wants her to be happy without him doing anything. In that way he’s a lot like your Pete. Pete wants you to be happy without him having to do anything he isn’t already doing.”

“As if.”

“Whoa. Don’t be angry at Pete. I’ve been saying for over twenty years that if women don’t like the men they have they need to look at the way they raise their sons. In some measure Pete is just the way his Mom, his grandmother and aunts raised him to be. Biology has a huge influence as well but men can be socialized to be more than the animals they were born as.”

“I met grandma a few times. She didn’t make you who you are. She didn’t know much about relationships or love. I never felt that she loved anyone.”

“In my case I must have had a dose of the more female hormones as a baby along with somehow noticing that there was something missing in my life.”

“Is that why we were raised so differently than any of our friends?”

“Yes. I wanted you to grow up knowing that I love you. I made lots of mistakes I’m sure but they were mistakes that still headed you toward the conclusion that I love you.”

“Daddy, would you lay beside me?”

As soon as I did Megan slid down and stroked me until I was hard. She slowly buried me in her pussy and then rocked back and forth. Not hurried, not urgent. Her hands pressed on my shoulders and she looked in my eyes. I held her hips with feather touch.

We rocked like that for a long time. Gradually I felt her arousal growing. I focused on my mantra, thought over and over in my head, “I will love you every moment.” She leaned over a little more so the contact of her clit was stronger on me.

That put her breasts right in front of my face. I lifted my head towards her right nipple and took it in my mouth. I sucked, not as hard as earlier, but strongly. Megan pressed her breast into my face and her orgasm took over.

Megan held my head, slammed her pussy tight against me, her inner walls gripped me and I flooded her. She shook and the collapsed. I wrapped my arms around her and within seconds she was asleep.

A couple hours later she woke up, still on my chest.

“Daddy. We need to shower and I need to pee.”

We did all that and changed the sheets. When we were back in bed she said, “I’m so happy I want to cry.”

I wrapped her in my arms, kissed her neck and slowly fell asleep.

Friday

As I came awake I realized I was alone. Megan had dressed and eaten and left without waking me. The clock showed 09:23am. I left the warmth and comfort for a shower and clothes. There were, as they say, places to go and people to see.

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I need to get laid. Badly. It’s been nearly four months, and I’m horny as fuck.

I don’t usually mind the winter dry spell, that time between the holidays and the first sunny days of spring when it’s too cold and wet and gray here in Seattle to go out at night. It’s a chance to focus on myself, a little enforced me time. Curling up with a good book and a glass of wine is just right.

This year, though, I can’t wait to see the sun again. After a gorgeous, extended fall, the weather turned nasty in November, and it’s rained pretty much every day since. The sun finally came out this morning, and I intend to take full advantage.

I’m Kate. You may have met me reading about my friends Meaghan and Jenna and how they fell in love, and now I finally get a story of my own. Two, actually, but I don’t really know yet how the second one goes.

Jenna, Meaghan, and I are having dinner together at our favorite Mexican place on Cap Hill. Meaghan’s wife Sarah and Jenna’s probably future wife Sumita are both at some software conference, so it’s just the three of us tonight, like it used to be before the two of them were wounded by Cupid’s arrow.

“So, anybody up for drinks?” I ask once we’ve paid the bill.

“Gotta get home to the kid,” Meaghan replies. I didn’t expect her to come, but there’s no harm in asking.

I have more hope for Jenna, but she turns me down too. “I have two more paintings to finish for my show, and I’m running out of time.”

“That’s all right,” I tell them, all smiles. For what I’m doing tonight, I don’t need a wing-woman.

We say our goodbyes with hugs, and I watch them go. They both really are very happy, in their own ways, and it makes my heart glad to see it, but I don’t want what they have. I’m quite happy to be single. It’s not like I lack for sex when I want it.

I’m wearing my slinkiest going-out dress tonight, my makeup is just this side of slutty, and my hair is teased out to the limits of gravity and good taste. I look fabulous.

Under my dress, I’m also wearing a pair of heavy winter tights, because it’s way too cold to go out bare-legged. I may be vain, but I’m not stupid.

I don’t go to the usual club, which advertises itself as a Lesbian Bar, though it’s loud and colorful and there’s plenty of dancing. It used to be a great crowd, almost all women, most of them gay. That’s where I first met Sarah – Meaghan brought her along one night, back when we all still thought she was straight. Quite the shocker when it turned out she wasn’t!

Nowadays, though, the crowd is more dudes, so definitely not my thing. Gay guys, you know I love you, but do you have to take over every space on Cap Hill? You have like six different bars you can go to; we only have two, and Wildrose is really not my scene.

Instead, I walk down a few blocks to this narrow cocktail bar on Pike Street called the Pink Martini.

Fergal, the guy who owns the place, opened it looking to attract the rich, hip (or rich and wanting to be hip) crowd that spends way too much on booze. He makes artisanal cocktails from sustainable, organic, locally-sourced, small-batch ingredients, all words perfectly calibrated to set lefty, yuppie hearts like mine atwitter. I stopped in once despite the hype (or maybe because of it) just to see what the place was like. I came back often for the drinks, which are really good – like, fight your way through rush hour traffic just for a single martini type good.

So Fergal may not have started the place out as a Lesbian Bar, but with a name like the Pink Martini, what did he really expect to happen? In fairness, he’s been a good sport about it, hanging rainbow flags in the windows and advertising in all the right places.

About half the crowd on any given night is Fergal’s target demo, and the other half is a cross-section of the Seattle lesbian scene. Young, old, butch, femme, any type you can imagine. Not always a lot of single women looking for love (or at least lust), but there’s usually a few, and where else am I going to go?

I spot Fergal by his long, bushy red beard and give him a wave. He’s in jeans and plaid flannel, his standard bartending uniform. He’s actually kind of cute, with a thin, androgynous build and a slicked-over Ryan Gosling haircut. Very Seattle hip, but in a chill, friendly way. Except for that lush, ridiculous beard, he looks a lot like some of his best customers.

He waves back, and his eyes ask, the usual? I nod, knowing a perfectly mixed Pink Martini will show up at my table in a few minutes.

I survey the room. The polished wood and brass bar stretches most of the length of the place, with leather-clad stools that look about sixty years old. At the far end of the bar, there are maybe seven tables, and all but one are occupied. Couples, mostly, some mixed and some just women.

Three flannel dykes sit together at the near end of the bar, and one of them is kinda cute, at least from the back – lustrous black hair, shaved close on the sides; strong, lean frame with just casino oyna enough curves to grab onto. She looks sort of familiar, and when she turns her head, I recognize her. Shelby. My ex.

I step back into the shadows by the front door and scoot my way toward the empty table in the back corner. Maybe she won’t notice me. I don’t bear her any ill will, but she tends toward bitchy when we run into each other.

“Hey Katie,” I hear a snarky voice saying. Shelby’s voice. Shit.

“Hey Shelby,” I reply, walking over and giving her a big, friendly, carefree smile. Snarking back at her won’t help, and I’m not that kind of person anyway.

“Out all by yourself tonight?” Shelby asks.

“Just here for a drink,” I say, which is sort-of true.

“So who’re you going home with?” she asks, even snarkier. I can tell she’s in a mood by the way her lip curls, halfway between a smirk and a snarl.

“Don’t know yet – it’s still early,” I reply, unbothered. “Probably just myself.”

“You could always come home with us,” she says, taking the hand of the woman sitting next to her. “Dana doesn’t mind.”

I can tell by the look on her face that Dana does mind, very much.

“Thanks, but I’m good,” I say, smiling and sunny. “It was nice to meet you, Dana, and you…” I look to the third woman, a tall, burly brunette who’s sitting a little apart from the other two.

“Alice,” she says, her dark eyes dancing with amusement.

As I walk away, I hear an angry hiss and a suppressed laugh. I don’t turn around.

In other circumstances, I might have taken Shelby up on her offer – as long as everybody’s willing, a threeway can be fun on occasion. As it is, I’m not going anywhere near that emotional minefield, no matter how good the sex might be.

My martini arrives at the little two-top just as I do, and I take a sip. Delicious, as always. Behind the (quite potent) slug of alcohol, there’s something floral, summery, and entirely irresistible. The color comes from a few drops of concentrated elderberry syrup, which add a bright tartness on top of everything else. I set my glass back down on the table before I gulp the whole thing down. I want to savor it.

No real possibilities so far, but it’s early yet. I decide that I like Alice, and I may seek her out if I can find her apart from Shelby and Dana, but I don’t have high expectations.

So I sit at my little table, nurse my yummy martini, and wait.

The early crowd filters out, and a steady stream of new arrivals filters in. More singles and more women, so more potential. I recognize a few and wave a pleasant hello. Nobody I’d like to take home, though. I see a few lanyards around necks, with bright yellow plastic badges from that TechZoom conference that’s taken Sarah and Sumita for the evening. Most of them will be out-of-towners, and that’s appealing. Plus, I like brainy, awkward types.

I sit back and watch, looking for the signs. A few, though none of the TechZoom badges, are here for the same reason as I am, but they’re more obvious about it. A short, slightly plump redhead is a possibility – she seems sweet, like she’s just looking for some innocent fun.

More interesting are the ones without an obvious agenda, out for a drink and maybe open to something more. Three or four catch my eye, and I make a mental note of each. I decide to start with the redhead, but then she walks in.

Tall, thin, Asian, TechZoom badge, though it’s half-hidden in her bag rather than hanging around her neck. Long black hair framing the most amazing face I’ve ever seen. She’s beautiful, obviously, but that’s not the main draw. There’s something I can’t identify about her eyes, about the way she moves, about the weight of her presence, that hints at hidden depths. I know, without knowing how I know, that she is somebody worth diving into.

Her eye catches mine, and for a moment the world stops turning. I am dizzy, my mouth is dry, and my heart is pounding in my ears. This is why I came here tonight.

And then the woman who walked in beside her says something in Chinese, and she replies in kind. Her voice is thin and nasal, almost whiny.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit! That voice is an instant turn-off, and her English is probably terrible on top of that. I’m not interested a night of miscommunication. Call me shallow if you like, but it’s just not worth the effort.

I sigh in disappointment and go looking for the redhead.

An hour later, I’ve struck out. The redhead was cute and sweet and willing, but she was drunk enough that I’d be taking advantage, and I have rules about that. Two other women seemed interested, but I couldn’t get myself past meh, and that’s not enough, even when I’m desperately horny. I even chatted up Alice, who was good for a laugh but nothing more.

So I sit back down at my little table, still free, and I notice that she is still here, sitting at the table next to me. Alone. Maybe that voice won’t be so bad – once I get her into bed, I don’t plan on either slot oyna of us talking much.

She’s dressed well, in a gray pantsuit and a lilac silk blouse. She must be from somewhere back east – no self-respecting west coast techie would dress like that for a conference, even a stuffy business IT type.

She doesn’t look particularly friendly, but I know I can change that, at least if she’s gay. At this point I have no idea. If she’s made her way up here from the convention center, she’s probably done her research, but she could just as easily be here for Fergal’s amazing Pink Martini. This isn’t really a Lesbian Bar, after all.

“In town for the conference?” I ask, casually wandering past her. She mumbles something affirmative.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I ask, pouring on the charm. Her pink martini is almost gone, so my timing is perfect.

“Look, I don’t want to be rude,” she says, “but I came up here to get away from the conference crowd. So if you don’t mind…”

Speaking English, her voice is dark and honeyed and her accent somewhere south of the Mason Dixon line. I go a little weak in the knees. That voice is the single sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, even brushing me off. I’m dying to hear what it sounds like in bed.

“Oh, no, I’m not a techie,” I reply, smiling my biggest, most innocent smile. Not many can resist it. “I teach kindergarten. I just noticed that badge peeking out of your purse.”

Her brows inch upward and her eyes brighten, and I know I have her attention.

“Another martini?” I ask, leaning in close.

“No, I couldn’t. They’re so strong I’d fall off my bar stool.”

I giggle in spite of myself. She’s adorable.

“A dusky rose then? They’re non-alcoholic, and they’re delicious.”

Her eyes dance with amusement, and her brows scrunch together and then relax. “Sure,” she says. “Why not?” Then she smiles, bright as the sun. At this point, I’m pretty sure she’s gay, or at least curious.

I get Fergal’s attention, order our drinks, and sit, close enough across the little table that our hands touch. It’s electric.

“I’m Kate.”

“Amy.”

We chat for a while, just easy small talk. Amy sips her dusky rose and swoons. “With drinks this good, you don’t even need the booze,” she says. I’ve switched to a Beverly, a gin concoction that’s green and secret.

She tells me she’s the IT director for a chemicals company in Charleston, South Carolina. “It’s a lot less impressive than it sounds,” she says after my eyebrows arch in mild surprise. “I only have a staff of four, and they’re mostly part time.”

I tell her about my school and my kids. The school serves parts of downtown along with the downscale Rainier valley, so I teach the whole rainbow, from kids of tech millionaires to kids on free school lunches. It’s quite an experience, and I’m glad I have the little ones, who mostly haven’t noticed yet how the world wants to put them in a box based on their skin color, or their parents’ income, or whatever.

She tells me some more about her town, her family, and her life, but not any more about her work, and that’s fine. She’s been at the conference all day, and I can see how much she wants to get away from that world, if only for the evening. We order another round of drinks, and her phone bings in her purse.

“That’s my boyfriend,” she says, pulling it out and typing up a response. “He gets worried if I don’t text him back.”

Well that’s just spiffy. She’s got a boyfriend. Apparently I’ve been reading all the signals completely wrong. I’m here, though, and I’m happy sitting and talking to her, even if it’s not going to get me laid.

The boyfriend’s text reminds Amy of a story from college, and soon she’s back to telling me about her life. She has the most expressive eyebrows, and I find myself transfixed. Everything she says – every emotional state – registers in those dark arches, from delighted amazement at my stories of the wacky side of Seattle to amused indulgence for her young nephews. I imagine she’s terrible at poker, or lying.

At first I think her brows must be penciled in because they’re so perfect, but then I realize they really can’t be. She’s not wearing much makeup – just the bare minimum required to look professional. Not that she really needs any.

I’m so distracted watching her face that I don’t always hear what she’s saying. I feel my own face warm up when I realize she’s asked me, twice, about my family. I tell her my parents died when I was younger and don’t elaborate. She doesn’t press.

When she brings up her nephews again, she shows me pictures on her phone, and they’re adorable. The older boy is starting kindergarten in the fall, and I can tell just from the pictures that he’s going to be trouble. The younger boy looks nice and mellow. Her phone bings again while I’m scrolling through the photos, and a text pops up from someone named Marcus, so I hand it back.

“He’s not really my boyfriend, you know,” she says after typing out another reply. canlı casino siteleri “That’s just what my friends call him.”

“Oh, really?” I ask. She smiles.

“He’s super gay,” she says, “but the older folks in his family still thinks he’s just a Southern Gentleman.” On the last two words, her accent thickens into an imitation of Lindsey Graham, South Carolina’s dandyish, unmarried-but-definitely-not-gay Republican Senator. I laugh.

“I go to family things as his date sometimes,” she says, “to put off any unwanted questions.”

I smile. I’ve done the same once or twice.

“And he does the same for me,” she adds after a brief, shy pause, avoiding my eye.

“Is that so?” I reply. She smiles. Looks like I wasn’t wrong after all.

She takes my hand in hers, small and delicate, with long, nimble fingers. For a brief moment, I can’t help imagining those fingers touching me, opening me up, inside me. I shudder at the thought.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I reply, but she can see through me. The corners of her mouth curl into a smile, and her eyes dance with mischief.

We sit a long time that way, my hand in hers, sipping our drinks and talking, or not talking. I flirt – I always flirt – and she flirts back, but I don’t push, don’t try to seduce her. Something inside me won’t let me. If we’re going to bed together, she has to make the first move, and I don’t think she’s type for a one night stand.

I realize now that I’m probably not getting laid tonight, and I also realize that I don’t really mind. The hour I’ve spent talking and just being with Amy has meant much more to me than any three nights of mediocre sex.

Finally she lets my hand go and pulls her phone back out of her purse to check the time.

“Sorry,” she says. “Breakfast meeting, so I can’t stay out too much later.”

“It’s okay. I have to be at school pretty early too.”

Fergal walks by and asks if we want another round. Amy shakes her head no, and so do I. Amy goes quiet for a while, staring into the remains of her drink, and I wonder if I’ve done something to offend her. I shift on my barstool, ready to call it a night, but she catches my hand.

“Do you, um…” she begins. “Do you want to come back to my hotel room?” The words tumble out on top of each other, like she’s trying to get them out before she can change her mind.

“I’d love to,” I say, giving her my warmest, most encouraging smile. I can see how much courage it took for her to ask. I squeeze her hand for some extra reassurance.

Fergal waves in our direction as we get to our feet, and I give him the signal to put it on my tab. We collect our coats to leave.

“You do realize this is just for tonight?” I ask as I help her into her coat.

“Honey, I’m not dumb,” she replies with some acid in her voice. “If I were looking for a relationship, I’d be doing it closer to home.”

“Just trying to be clear,” I say, “so there’s no misunderstanding later.”

As we walk out the door, I hear a familiar voice on the street outside. Shelby. Why can’t she calm the fuck down and get over herself?

“Be careful with that one,” she snarls at Amy. “She’ll cheat on you first chance she gets.”

Amy stops and turns to look Shelby in the face, her own expression a mask of innocence. “Oh, no, we’re not dating,” she says, bright and calm and stunningly beautiful. “We’re just having a one night stand.”

Shelby’s mouth drops open, and Dana grabs her arm and pulls her away. Amy takes my hand and we walk down the street, with Dana’s attempts to calm Shelby receding into the distance behind us.

“That was … amazing,” I say.

“Thanks,” Amy replies with a rueful smile. “I can’t believe I actually said that. But she looked so mean, and I just wanted her to leave us alone. The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.”

I squeeze her hand tighter.

“Your ex?” she asks. I nod.

“Did you really cheat on her?”

“It’s not cheating if you’re already broken up,” I reply. Amy laughs.

“Still want to take me back to your hotel room?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah,” she says, giving me a peck on the cheek. I feel a little flushed.

We walk quietly down the block, and then she says, “I’ve never done this before.”

“What?” I ask, keeping my voice light and teasing. “Gone to bed with a woman?”

“No, I’ve done that,” she replies, blushing, “but I’ve never slept with somebody I’ve just met.”

“It’ll be all right,” I tell her. “I’ll take good care of you.”

We cross Pike Street at a pedestrian signal and continue on down the hill. After a while, she says, shyly, “Thank you.”

“For what?” I ask.

“First I say, ‘I’ve never done this before,’ and you don’t believe me, and then you say, ‘I’ve never done this before either,’ and I don’t believe you…”

“I totally believe you,” I reply. “When you asked if I wanted to spend the night with you, you were as nervous as a high school girl at her first prom.”

She smiles, and she looks so sweet I want to gobble her up right there on the street.

“And, yes, I have done this before,” I add. “I won’t lie to you about that, or about anything else.” She circles her arm around my waist and pulls me close.

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In The City, City Of Cumpton- Compton Cheerleader Cum Catchers

Shonda looked straight into the lens and stuck out her tongue. She was in a sitting dog position at the lip of the bed and her arms were quivering something awful. She was supposed to look ferocious for this shot but it was clear she was going to collapse. She fought gravity and exhaustion by repeating her mantra. Nothing succeeds like success. Nothing succeeds like success. Nothing succeeds like success.

Joe and Will, the marquee names on this tape, had pulled back on the director’s command, still in character. They high-fived each other just like in every other tape they had done, sleepy arrogant smirks on their faces, conquest nods in their necks. When it was clear that they had gotten out of the shot, they began staggering.

It was if their skeletons had converted to semen, been shot into Shonda and their bodies were just now realizing it. Joe fell to one knee, three feet from the bed and then collapsed into a pile. Will managed to get to the far wall before his legs gave way. He slid down the wallpaper into the carpeting next to the other fools.

If anyone could have walked away it would have been those two. They were horse hung, gangbang legends, marathon men each. But just like the 25 before them, these industry legend studs had become mute epileptic vegetables in the seconds after ejaculation. A swift kick in a tender spot couldn’t even rouse them.

Benny, the boom mike operator, was exasperated. He was as astounded by Shonda’s performance as Joe and Will but wasn’t getting paid to faint. He had to admit, the pop shot that Joe had was impressive, at least a ¼ of a cup if all his years in the kitchen taught him anything, but that amount had to be natural to a fellow with a twig and berries that size. The other fellows had released big time too but at least they had the good sense to turn to mush out of his way.

He had stumbled over Joe, his foot catching the poor bastard in the stomach quite forcefully. Benny had bit his lip but there was no exclamation from Joe. Damn, now he had a fucker in addition to an asshole to contend with. He shook his head to himself.

Benny had been on the tips of his casino oyna toes all day, trying to get an appropriate sound level without getting bowled over. He was shadowing the director, as commanded, but found it hard to capture Shonda’s shiver inducing slurps, burps and congested mouth breathing with hyper ass, Napoleon complex Grady wind-sprinting back and forth around the bed with the camcorder. All the sounds of stocking feet running about were going to be a bitch to filter out, even if the carpet was nearly shag. Benny caught himself getting angry and made it a point of counting to ten backwards and breathing out his negative energy.

The director, Grady, a manic bulldog of a man, heard Benny’s release of negative energy breath and smiled to himself. The success/relaxation tapes he had bought for the office were evidently worth the investment. Grady knew he was moving around too much and would be considered a major league asshole by all the other soundmen in Los Angeles but if that was the price he had to pay for being a genius, so be it.

This climax was going to be enormous and he needed Benny, a veritable Marine of soundmen, to put up with his zipping back and forth. There was a definite method to his madness. The audio was going to be more vital than the visual in the end.

Grady had stopped dead in front of Shonda now, craning his head and camcorder forward while beckoning to her with his other hand. She was rocking back on her pelvis, her mouth still open, breathing a mantra. She was zoning out. Grady raised his beckoning hand to her eye level and kept at it. He was praying all the while that she would come to.

It took a couple seconds to break through her post coital daze but he did it. Shonda fixed on the steady rhythm of his fingers, making it fit the pace of her mantra. Benny pulled back the microphone back somewhat, not wanting pick up her chant, one less thing to deal with when he got out to the editing facility tomorrow. Grady thanked various Gods silently for her return and then began pleading the same deities for timing.

It would have to be just right. Shonda had a couple of minutes left upright by the look of things. As strong a front as she was putting slot oyna up, the double team that she had just gotten from Joe and Will had done a number on her.

The old Chinese handcuffs routine, Joe deep in her throat, Will lodged in her anus, both going for broke. The fellows at the main office had shaken their heads when Grady brought it up. Did they hear him correctly? The handcuffs number was to be followed by the chug-a-lug segment? It was madness. It would have left everyone of the veteran actresses in the Cock A Diddle Video stable unconscious. And those ladies had been through it all

The president and gathered silent partners hadn’t laughed him off since he was a money maker for them, just the idea. If he could pull it off, it would be the hottest tape of 2003 and he could write his own checks from then on, but there was no way in hell it was possible. Where did he intend to find a woman, and an amateur at that, able to withstand what he was proposing outside of a Tijuana pony fucking revue?

Grady had smiled then and was smiling now. He had found the answer to his prayers on Los Angeles public transportation. The bus line had to be good for something

It had worked like that for the past 7 years. He drove around to bus stops in the middle of the day in his gleaming late model Benz, top down, dressed to the nines. It was his surefire way of finding fresh faces.

His formula was to find an attractive girl on the bus bench and offer her a ride.

Ask her if she wanted to make some money when she got in. Most everyone who rode the bus did. Tell her what she would be making. Watch her juggle the figure in her head, see how she figures all her debts could be paid off, her rent paid in advance for several months, the down payment on that cute get around car made, etc.

Drop her off where she requested before she could ask too many questions. Pick her up the next day at the same spot. The overnight incubation of the idea made it a lock. These women would do anything for the money now, having dreamed about it. All that was left was the contract process. He would drive to the office and hand her over to legal.

It usually took a half hour but soon the lady canlı casino siteleri was walking out with advance money in hand and a full calendar. Grady would be smiling almost larger than the lady. None of them read the fine print. They just wanted the money for some baubles. Cock a Diddle Videos now owned them until they earned their already blown advance money back, just like a rap artist’s contract.

These naïve ex-waitresses and receptionists would be paying for their shiny new cars, shoes, jewelry and designer clothes with their pussies, assholes and mouths for a hellishly long time, 200 videos by Grady’s count. Most girls are worn out mentally by the 40th tape but few could afford a lawsuit from Cock a Diddle Videos for breach of contract. So they kept on trucking and fucking.

These hoodwinked women soon realized that the only way to pay off Cock a Diddle was to volunteer for gonzo shoots. These involved much more than the girl-girl and one on one action they had signed up for but the prospect of being free and clear of debt was enough to make them swallow their reservations and take whatever was thrown at them. Cock a Diddle predictably became the number one gonzo producer in the United States

It was through this flood of applicants to gonzo projects and some excellent recreational drugs that Grady made his bones. He was given a thumbs up by his dealer, carte blanche by legal, every orifice by the ladies and extreme approval from the chicken chokers of America. He had whipped out more oddball films of better quality than every other filmmaker in the continental USA for 3 years running. The sales receipts showed it.

Grady had started with girls from coastal and desert communities first and moved steadily inland. The films got progressively kinkier with the push downtown, the logic being the beach bunnies and high desert hotties had access to better lawyers than those in the urban core. Higher class attorneys might get breach of contract suits thrown out of court and set a precedent, throwing the future of Cock a Diddle into jeopardy.

So the cycle went: Malibu Majorette Muff Divers, Venice Vaginal Canals, Brentwood Butt Bitches, Bel Air Booty Hole, Pasadena Pussy Pounding, Azusa Analingus, Melrose Mamas, Laid up in Leimert, Baldwin Hills Banging, Putas on Pico, Eses, Hinas and Low Riders, Crips Cock and Load, Bloods Drive By Bukkake and finally Compton Cheerleader Cum Catchers. This is where Shonda came in.

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