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My first time with a guy was a great experience, even if I wasn’t trying to be gay. We were best friends, Dave and I. I never considered myself gay, nor did I have feelings for Dave other than we had fun chatting together, and spending the night at each other’s hours playing video games as we were growing up.

When we went off to college, we got the chance to be roommates. We were freed to do as we wanted together. One night, we were discussing sex, and looking at the Playboys and Penthouses we had saved up . It was a warm summers day, and school was just starting.

I was sporting some wood. I could tell Dave was having a ‘hard’ time too, so I brought up how some of our other friends always joked about ‘being gay’ with each other. I asked if he wanted to try “being gay” as long as we held some ground rules. No kissing and no butt sex.

He seemed to want to do something to relieve the pressure of his hard on as much as I did, so we knelt in front of each other and slowly exposed ourselves to one another.

He was more developed than I was, longer than me, and way hairier. I reached over to stoke his penis and he did the same, we slowly pulled on each other, unsure of what we were doing, and not sure if we liked it or not. His hand on my cock was sensational, the only person to ever touch me, besides myself. It was amazing, and very hot. We were both sweaty and breathing very heavily, and it was very quiet.

It was a slow stroke from both of us, and sort of awkward. You’re not used to the angle that way, and it was sort of clumsy. Eventually we got into a rhythm, and as one of us went a little faster so did the other.

We were looking down and not at each other, when all of a sudden; he made a moan and started cumming. It sprayed all over my shirt. It smelled different than mine, and I wasn’t brave enough to taste it, yet. Meanwhile he kept stroking me and I was overcome with the need to let loose. I closed my eyes and had the most intense orgasm ever. After 4 years of doing it myself, this was wild. I convulsed like never before, and I actually shot cum out. It usually oozed out when I stroked. This was totally different.

We cleaned up our mess and got dressed again. Dave wasn’t too please afterward and seemed put off by what we had done. I was still quite aroused. That night in bed I tried to quietly let another one loose like that, but it wasn’t the same as when he did it..

We continued to be as friends, never really speaking about what we had done, and one night we were busy studying and it was late. It was time to hit the sack, and I got in my bed and he crashed in his. I hadn’t tried to bring up “being gay” again, and usually waited till I knew I was going to be alone to jackoff.

I waited a few minutes and thought he was asleep, and started stroking, I was feeling really horny. All of a sudden, he startled me by asking if I was playing with myself. Busted, I sheepishly said yes. He looked up from where he was laying down, and said, he too wanted to masturbate, but was afraid to bring it up again.

It wasn’t my intent to do this again with him, since I figured it was a no-go, but I wasn’t letting this chance pass me by. I suggested he get into bed with me, and we lay next to each other and slowly started stroking each other, him on my right.

Luckily, he is left handed and I am right, so it worked out that it was not as awkward as the first time. Ankara escort After a few minutes and almost getting close, he stopped and leaned up on his side. He told me to do the same, and we were facing each other.

Our dicks were touching, and he grabbed them both in his hand. We were both breathing heavily at that moment and looking down in the pale light at or erect cocks together. He slowly started pumping them both and that was getting me hotter and hotter.

I could feel my balls tighten and that tingle start that told me I was going to cum, but I wanted this to last. I looked over, smiled and said, I want to try something. He didn’t have to do it as well, but I wanted to suck his dick. He thought about it, and finally agreed.

I grabbed his cock while I started licking and sucking his nipple. I circled it a couple of times and then worked my tongue down his stomach and toward his cock. I reached the pubic trail at his navel and then started kissing my way down to his cock. The heat and the smell were rising up to my nostrils and I took it all in. His skin tasted different than if I licked my own hand, and it was very heady.

I was getting ready to put his cock in my mouth when I decided to tease him. I am not sure what came over me, but it seemed like the thing to do. I kissed and licked around and all over his thighs, balls especially underneath. I slowly worked my way kissing up his balls, and then let go of his cock as I slowly ran my tongue up his shaft. When I reached the head, I put my lips around it, swirled my tongue around the head, then opened my mouth wide as he slowly thrust his meat into my watering mouth.

I sucked for as much as I could, slowly moving my head up and down. As it was my first time, my teeth got in the way several times, and he let me know. But otherwise we were both enjoying it. I didn’t know it at the time, but as I was cupping his balls, I could feel them tighten, and he let out his load.

I gagged a little and spit out some, but then swallowed what I could. I didn’t enjoy it like I thought I would, but then my own cum never tasted good to me. His breathing finally slowed down as I lay back next to him, and I started stroking myself off. He stopped my hand, and what happened next was unbelievable.

He bent down, and while he didn’t tease me and lick me all over or anything as I had him, he took my cock in his mouth and started sucking! I was floored, but didn’t want to ignore the fact my cock was in a soft, warm mouth. He too didn’t know what to do, and of course, I had no idea this crappy bj was crappy, I was in heaven. He sucked for what seemed like forever, and I finally started feeling the urge, he seemed to tell as he let go with his mouth and finished with his hand. It was awesome. We went to sleep and got up the next day but didn’t speak much about what we did.

As fall progressed, and we would study or whatever in our room, we would take a quick jack break, and look at Hustler and Penthouse and then race to see who came first (who knew that was the wrong game to play…), but we never really touched each other like before.

Then came February, and a streak of cold and snow that ultimately shut school down for a week. We hung out almost the entire time together, but it wasn’t till the third night, we had the video games going again, then we watched Late Night with Dave Letterman.

We discussed some of the penthouse letters Ankara escort bayan we were reading over the week and both of us lamented that we had yet to score with any pussy. He said it would be so cool to slide his dick in a nice warm hole.

Lightbulb.

I asked if he wanted to try sticking it in my ass, which of course he didn’t have to reciprocate, I said that it violated one of our rules, but as long as we didn’t kiss, it wasn’t really gay. He thought about it for a while as we stoked ourselves and finally said yes. I got some petroleum jelly from the closet where I kept my stuff.

When I came back he was totally naked. We got on the floor and I laid on my back and stuck a little of the lube on my asshole, and he stroked some on his dick. He positioned himself above me and put his dick in between my ass cheeks. I moved his dick around until the head of his cock was targeted and whispered to go ahead and push. And push he did.

He pushed so hard my eyes started watering, then he finally got the head of his dick past my rim. Man, that hurt. When I masturbated, I never stroked or even really touched my ass, so this is the first time of really using it in a sexual way. He slowly pushed back and forth and finally got all the way in.

I kept him very slow, till I could finally figure out how to relax and let his dick do its thing. And actually, it was kind of cool feeling his bush tickle my balls. After a few moments I slowly pushed and let him rock back and forth, and after a while he got a nice rhythm going, and was really going smoothly. He then started to increase his pace, and I wasn’t feeling near the pain, if anything an intense pleasure as his cock rubbed me hard and his balls slapped against my ass cheeks.

I started stroking myself in time with him and it felt so good. He finally arched his back and came inside me. I let him gush all the way and he laid on top of me just as I was cumming. It felt so good to have him there, I didn’t want it to end. We fell asleep, and got up the next day and hung out all day.

It was bitter cold and snowy, so it was all indoor stuff.

That night after we watched a movie on HBO and it was time for bed. I again waited till he was asleep, or so I thought, and started jacking, this time he grabbed my hand, bent down, and started kissing my dick. Then licking and sucking me. I got totally hard in his mouth. I never expected this from him. I always figured he was doing me because it got him off, but that he really wasn’t into it that much.

He reached from under the bed, grabbed some jelly and I thought, oh man, another ass fucking. What I didn’t expect was that it was my turn on top. He started lubing my dick then he got on all fours, and said, “your turn, go slowly please.” If I was never hard before, I was hard now. I never had such a raging boner. Just the thought of sticking my dick into a warm hole was unbelievable. I kneeled behind him on my knees, and guided my dick up to his asshole.

I smeared a little lube on his hole. I let him push back on me to get comfortable. I pushed ever so gently to try not have it hurt him as much as he hurt me at first, cause I so wanted my shot at this. I slowly worked my head past his tight hole and slowly he moved back and forth and we started slapping our bodies together, but then, he stopped.

Oh, man, it was too much for him. I waited, and he was breathing hard, but didn’t Escort Ankara say anything. I then felt him cup both our balls together and he squeezed his ass around my dick to kind of suck it in. it was wild.

I almost came right there. He then said “nice and slow, let’s do this.” We started moving together and it was the greatest feeling ever. His ass was so hot and tight, my cock was feeling so good, every stroke getting me closer and closer, and just as I was about to cum for all I was worth he pulled my out, and said it was all he could take. Arg.

It was dark so he probably couldn’t see my face, but I lied and I said it was alright, I knew how much it hurt, but then it would give way to pleasure, just ride it out, I told him. I kept going for a while, then I figured, why not, and asked if he wanted to fuck me again.

So we switched positions and he got his dick inside me. Two nights a in a row, and I was a regular ass fucker. I stroked my dick for all I was worth. And the feeling of his balls slapping up next to mine were priceless. When his balls stopped slapping against mine and finally tightened I could tell he was going to go and I pumped for all my fury so I could cum with him. I felt his hot semen gush in my ass and seep out and down my thigh as I let out a huge load on the floor beneath me.

The smell of our enjoyment still lingers with me today. . He rested his chest on my back for a few minutes as we caught our breath and his cock finally slipped out of my ass. I reached back and patted it and said, “thanks.” I don’t know why. I wasn’t in love with him, nor did I want to kiss him, really.

Not even to practice because I had at least kissed many girls. And the few minutes I did stroke my dick in his hole would have to hold me over till I finally broke the pussy barrier.

That was the last time we got together for the remainder of the school year.

Again, we never spoke of our deeds outside of the initial rule making, and never did we share secret moments outside of our bedrooms to touch each other or anything. That summer he was busy with his job and football, and I was busy with my job and getting ready to go away to a different college.

I went over to his house the morning I was to leave and we talked about life, and his second year, his football, my job and my going away, and all those big plans kids our age had. I kept looking at his body. It had developed nicely since we started “playing gay” with his football and all, and I was admiring his shoulders and noticing how well he filled out. He must have caught me checking him out, and he did something surprising. He stuck his foot out and started rubbing my crotch.

I did the same with my foot and before you know it, we were both hard as a rock and ready for some action. He took me up to his room, and no sooner did he close the door but I dropped my shorts, landed on his bed with my legs up and demanded to be taken by him. His dick was much bigger now, and I was hungry for it to stuff my ass. He pulled out some lube and we went to town. It was the middle of the morning and I was in heaven.

I can still see his face as he fucked me hard, those eyes as they lustily took in what was happening down at our crotches, and the look of total satisfaction as he came in heap on top of me. I cleaned up, said good-bye, and I never laid eyes on him again, never having the chance to cross paths, as he avoided me the few times I got to come home from college.

I hear he is married with kids somewhere near where we grew up. I too am married with kids, in another part of the country. But I still get off to that glorious year of “playing gay.”

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Aunt Renee Comes for a Visit Ch. 02

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Chapter one was 80% true. Now I embellish more.

***

It was Eugene’s phone call that woke me up the next morning. At least he waited until 10 am.

“Just making sure Aunt Renee arrived and everything is okay.”

“Yep, all is good. I went shopping, she made dinner, we watched the Terminator. She is very nice.”

“I hope she didn’t um… bother you,” Eugene said.

“No,” I said. “But what exactly do you mean?”

“It’s embarrassing, Pete, but she’s rather um…carefree.”

I laughed. “And you, my friend, are a professional beat around the busher.”

Eugene laughed, too. “Yeh, so let’s just say she is a bit of an exhibitionist and leave it at that.”

“Okay, okay,” I said and then I lied, “Didn’t see any of that last night.”

“Well, you will. She used to tease me mercilessly and all my friends.”

I had started to make way down the hallway while talking to Gene. I heard some rattling and clinks going on in the kitchen. When I turned the corner, I dropped my phone. Aunt Renee was naked except for headphones and her iPod dangling around her neck. She was whisking eggs in a bowl, her hips swaying to what ever music she was listening to, and her breasts shaking from her stirring motion. I hadn’t remembered her offer of being naked in the house.

I knelt to pick up my phone and heard Gene saying, “Pete, Pete?”

“Dropped the phone, Gene, sorry, but I have to go. Can we talk tonight?”

I pressed END just as Aunt Renee turned around. “Oh, good morning young man. I am making you breakfast. Go on and sit down and I will serve you.” She took off her headphones and looped the iPod over her head and set it on the counter.

I sat down, my eyes fixed on Aunt Renee’s body. She brought me a coffee and kissed me on the cheek, her heavy breasts resting on my back.

Sometimes people say the dumbest things and I was often one of those people. “Aunt Renee, you’re…you’re…I mean I can see…” Finally, I blurted, “You’re naked.”

She roared, “You are funny, Pete. Yes, I said I would be, if you liked. So… do you like?” She twirled around.

“Oh yes, Aunt Renee, I do.” It was then I remembered what else she had said last night. “Aunt Renee, what did you mean last night about me cumming?”

“Oh,” she blushed a little. “Pete, you are a young man with a beautiful penis and I imagine you have an active masturbatory life. I mean how many times do you stroke yourself a day?”

“Maybe twice, but I wish I could more.”

“Well, Pete, it’s Christmas break and we can spend the next week together, and I am happy to be naked for you and you can masturbate as often as you wish.”

My cock was rising under the table. I was about to ask a question, but she answered it before I opened my mouth.

“And, you can cum anywhere you want, Pete. I will be happy to clean it up for you.”

This was unbelievable. It was like one of my fantasies coming to life. “What do you mean, Aunt Renee?”

She set my eggs and toast on the table and sat down next to me. “Pete, I know it’s weird but I like it when men, especially younger ones, masturbate while watching me. And I love to watch them cum anywhere they wish. On the floor or on your plate, on my body, in my hair.” She paused for a moment and leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Or in my mouth.”

“Jesus,” I gasped.

“I am just being myself with you, Pete. I love to taste cum. I can’t help it. If you cum on the table or the floor or even the wall, I will clean it up…with my mouth.”

The image of her kneeling and licking Ankara bayan escort up my cum off the floor made me shiver. “Is that what they call a fetish?”

Aunt Renee opened her legs and smiled as my eyes drifted down. “Yes, it is, Pete. You could say your Aunt Renee is a cum rag. You can come on me many times in a day and I will clean it up or wear your spunk all day. Up to you.”

“What about Eugene?”

“What about him?”

“Does he know about this side of you?”

Aunt Renee rubbed her clit and said, “Of course he does. As soon as he turned 18, I started tormenting him until he finally crossed over to the dark side.” She tilted her head back and laughed.

“I am happy to be on display for you, Pete, and I don’t just mean walking around naked. I love showing off explicitly and I do enjoy dirty talk if you are into such things.”

“Like calling you names?”

“Yes, but not just the usual ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ comments. I like nasty talk, words that are humiliating.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Do you like my tits, Pete?”

“Of course.”

“They are so big that I would not be offended at all if you referred to them as ‘udders’ or ‘cow tits.’ Stuff like that. Really anything goes.”

“Wow.”

Aunt Renee reached under the table and pulled my cock out of my sweat pants. “Would you like to cum now, Pete?”

As I stood up, Aunt Renee knelt and looked up at me. I started stroking as she caressed my balls. “Would you like to cum on my whore face, Pete?”

I stroked harder and faster.

“Come on baby, spray your cream all over aunty’s face. She was rubbing her pussy with one hand and tugging on a nipple with the other. “Come on, Pete, aunty needs your sperm in her cum hole.” She opened her mouth.

I exploded. The first strand of cum landed vertically on her face, covering her from her forehead to her chin. The second strand flew into her mouth and on her chin. Before I was done shooting cum, I had covered her face and I could see a huge glob of cum in her open mouth. One eye was covered and cum was dripping off her face and down her front.

Aunt Renee grabbed my cock and squeezed the last few drops onto her tongue and then sat back in her chair. She made no attempt to remove any of it. She just sat there on display.

Finally, she whispered. “There, you have officially made your Aunt Renee your cum slut cum rag whore.” She smiled, her lips cached with cum. “Do you like me this way, Pete?”

“Fuck, Aunt Renee. Fuck.”

“I might let you do that, Pete.” She reached for a spoon and handed to me.”

I was a little confused until she moved her face closer to the spoon and opened her mouth.

It took a few minutes to scoop all the cum on her face into her mouth. She held all of it before swallowing. In fact, just before she swallowed she opened wide so I could see all my cum in her mouth. After she swallowed she opened her mouth again as if to prove she ate it all. She was beaming. “I love your cum, Pete.”

After a minute or two of silence, she said, “Oh dear, your eggs are cold.” She jumped up and remade breakfast. While we ate, we talked about the day, if we wanted to do anything special. “Do you want to go anywhere with your auntie?”

I was feeling bolder now. “Aunt Renee, are you willing to get rid of that bush between your legs?”

“Oh my, you don’t waste any time taking charge of auntie, do you?”

I hadn’t thought about it that way, but when she said ‘taking charge’ my cock pulsed. “If you were shaved or waxed I could see your pussy better.”

“Very Escort bayan Ankara true, Pete. I would be happy to do that for you, but I have no spare cash to go for a Brazilian.

“Me either, I guess, but I have clippers and some good razors.”

“Perfect. Shall we do that now?”

Minute later Aunt Renee was spread eagle on my bed, two towels underneath her and I was clipping off her bush until all that were left were short hairs. Her pussy was meaty, with huge labia that were now much more visible. I lathered up her pussy and began shaving off the remainder of her hair. She moaned while I did that and by the time I was done, her juices had leaked out all over the towel.

“Would you like to take a picture, Pete?”

I grabbed my phone and started taking photos of her open hole. She spread it open even further with her hands and played with her clit when she wasn’t finger fucking her pussy. “Do you like Aunt Renee’s fuck hole, Pete?”

“God, yeh.”

For the next week, my cunt is yours, Pete.”

“You mean I can…”

“Yes, Pete, you can fuck me if you like and cum inside. I am fixed.”

I was speechless.

“But first, let’s go somewhere. I have a nice short dress to wear and maybe you can take me somewhere where other men can enjoy the view.”

I waited in the living room while Aunt Renee changed into her dress. She was what one would call a thick woman, but she had perfect curves and the pale green dress she put on hugged those curves so tightly it looked like it was painted on her body. It was so short that it barely covered her ass and the neckline revealed a rather daunting view of her cleavage.

“I look like a whore, don’t I, Pete?”

I nodded. “You look so hot auntie.”

“Do you want other men to see me this way?”

That made me nervous, but I did want that. “Yes, please, Aunt Renee.”

“I am not wearing panties, Pete. Is that okay?”

“You want men to see your pussy?”

“No,” she smiled. “I want them to see YOUR cunt.”

My phone started vibrating. It was Gene. I ignored him.

“That Gene?”

“Yep.”

“You going to tell him?”

The question surprised me and she could sense it. “Hand me your phone.”

She flipped through the photos I took of her pussy and showed me one of them. She was spreading her labia with her hands and her pink opening was glistening with juice. “Gene will love this photo, Pete.”

***

Aunt Renee and I ended up doing to a downtown cafe with an expansive outdoor seating area. We sat at a corner table. I sat behind the table facing the crowd of coffee drinkers and Aunt Renee sat to my right, her chair angled toward a table of three young men.

“Should I show them, Pete? I will be subtle of course. They will think it’s all accidental, I promise.”

“Sure, why not. That’s why we are here, right?”

She shifted her chair so it was facing the young men. “They probably think I am your mother, you know.”

The thought of my mother spreading her legs for other men flew into my mind. I shook that image off and said, “That’s rather hot, auntie.”

Aunt Renee crossed her legs and I noticed how her dress slid up her thigh. All three men noticed and made no attempt to hide their interest. When the waiter came over to bring us our muffins, he stood in front of her, blocking the young men’s view. When the waiter had left, Aunt Renee and pulled her dress up further and was sitting with her legs parted – not completely but wide enough for them to see what they were hoping to see.

“Do Bayan escort Ankara you think they want to fuck me, Pete?”

“I am sure they do. I sure do right now.” I grinned.

“Is your cock hard?”

“Yep. I bet their cocks are hard, too.”

“Oh, I hope so, Pete. I love to make men hard.” Then she leaned toward me. This caused her legs to widen more and her dress to ride up to her mound. She kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I am showing them everything right now, Pete. I can even feel my juices drip down toward my ass.”

I smiled and whispered back. “They are gawking now, auntie.”

“I can feel their eyes on me, Pete. I am so happy you shaved me smooth.” Then she moved back to sit in her chair and closed her legs. She moved her chair closer to me and rested her hand on my leg. “Show is over for them,” she smiled. “Now what can I do for you, Pete?”

“You mean right now, right here?”

Aunt Renee ran her fingertips across my swollen cock. “I am YOUR cunt, Pete.”

“Oh, god, I don’t know, auntie. They think you are my mother, remember?”

“Oh yes, I am sure they do, but I bet they are wondering if I am your ‘mommy.’

Aunt Renee had unzipped me by now and was squeezing my hard cock inside my pants. She said softly, “It’s okay if you cum in your pants, Pete. When we get back home, I will clean up the mess for you.” She winked and smiled.

And that’s exactly what I did. My cum oozed out of my cock inside my pants. The young men knew something was up, given the expression on my face, but I am sure figured it out when Aunt Renee put both hands under the table and zipped me back up. She looked at the men while she licked my cum off her fingers.

“You are dangerously amazing, aunty.”

“Oh, Pete, thank you, but we are just getting started, aren’t we?”

“Should we go now?”

“Oh no, let’s just talk for a while and let them soak up what just happened. would you like to hear more about your aunty’s desires?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

“I have always been like this, but when I got married, my bastard husband would have none of it. So, I obeyed because I was in love or at least thought I was. But when he started cheating on me, I decided to be myself again and what I am, Pete, is a cum whore pure and simple.”

“I am beginning to see that, aunty.”

“Your Aunt Renee is a three-hole slut, Pete. Would you like to fuck my asshole, too”?

I had never done that, much less had a woman offer me anal sex. “Fuck yeh,” I said.

“Good, there is nothing like feeling a man hurt me there and pulse his cum deep in my ass.”

“Wha…What else…do you desire?”

“Gang bangs, Pete, the more the merrier. Think you could arrange one?”

I thought of all my horny friends. “I think so,” I said. “What else?”

“I love rimming a man,” Aunt Renee said. She clenched her fist and began licking the little hole formed between her thumb and forefinger. “Shall I rim you when we get back home?”

“God, yes. Is there more?”

“Oh, lots more, Pete, but let’s wait a bit before I confess just how nasty your aunty can be.”

“I think we should go now.”

Aunt Renee laughed. “You want my mouth on your asshole don’t you, Pete.”

I waved at the waiter. “Check please.”

We hadn’t been home for more than a minute before Aunt Renee was naked and leading me to the bedroom. She prepared a bowl of warm water and washed my ass with a soft wash cloth. “I do like making out with a clean hole,” she explained.

“Making out?”

“Oh yes, I am going to make out with your asshole like I would with a lover. Passionately, French kissing your tight hole and eventually I will wrap my lips around your hole and suck on it. I hope that is okay, Pete.”

The moan that escaped my mouth was my answer.

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Girl Scout Moms Ch. 01

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Katerina is amazing. We have been together for a little over a year now and I am so lucky to be with her. I could go on and on about what makes her such an incredible woman and why I love her so much, but for purposes of this story all that matters are why she is so incredibly sexy. She’s absolutely beautiful. She’s a 43-yr old Latina with a body toned by 5-7 days a week of crossfit, the ass of a 25 yr old (somewhere there is a 25 yr old woman with no ass wandering around and trying to figure out who stole hers), golden skin and shoulder-length light brown hair with blond highlights. She has beautiful eyes and a smile that melts my heart and hardens my cock.

As for many guys, seeing or even thinking about two women together is the hottest thing in the world to me. As it turns out, Katerina is a little bi-curious and sometimes fantasizes about what it would be like to be with another woman. I really could care less whether it ever actually happens — sometimes fantasy is better than reality — just thinking about it is a huge turn-on. Katerina doesn’t seem bothered at all by my “fetish” but she has told me not to hold my breath waiting for it to happen. And I’m not. Truthfully, I’m not sure what she would do if the opportunity presented itself. But it is nice to think about. Katerina is absolutely in her prime, both sexually and otherwise, and the fact that she has been open about her fantasies and her sexuality just makes her even more attractive.

A few months ago we went to E11even, a high end strip club in Miami that also has Cirque de Soleil-style shows, a nice restaurant and a rooftop lounge/bar. Katerina was definitely up for it — when she got to my place to go she was dressed in a sexy short, form-fitting dress and when we got in the car, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her panty-less pussy. God she is sexy. When we were in the club, we were up in the balcony overlooking the stages and Katerina whispered in my ear that she wanted me to rub her pussy. While I was doing that, one of the dancers looked up and saw what was going on and smiled a wicked smile. Of course, I had to get Katerina a dance and we spent some time picking out the dancer she wanted. She chose a redhead with a few tattoos and a nice, trim body, named Mandy. When I approached Mandy to ask for the dance, she was talking to the tall blond who had spotted me rubbing Katerina’s pussy in the balcony. That girl, whose name was Tiffany, said she saw us on the balcony and grabbed my hand, and Mandy’s, and started pulling us to where the private rooms were. It looked like we were going to have two girls, but I wasn’t complaining. I won’t get too far into the details of that night , but suffice it to say that Katerina and I both got several lap dances and it was pretty hot. There was no penetration or pussy-licking involved in real life, but in my Fantasyland, all sorts of crazy and amazing things happened in that room. That night could fill the “spank bank” for a long time.

Katerina has a 9-yr old daughter who is a girl scout. And Katerina and her daughter recently went on a girl scout camping trip in Orlando with her troop and several of the moms. For current purposes, notable among the moms is one of Katerina’s friends, Jill, and the mom of a new girl in the troop, Anna. Katerina and Jill are not the kind of close friends that had ever shared intimate thoughts or feelings, but their daughters are very close and they have gotten to know each other fairly well. They just met Anna on this Girl Scout trip.

Anna is around 37, very fit, and appears to have both Latin and Asian blood. She is very attractive, but in a slightly masculine sort of way. She has short dark hair and a small tattoo on the back of her neck. Katerina suspected she had others and wondered where they might be.

Jill is probably in her early 40s and is similarly attractive but in a much more feminine way. She has long blond hair, blue eyes, a nice figure and, like Katerina, is always impeccably dressed and put together. I know Katerina thinks she is beautiful and thinks very highly of her. There is a certain playful flirtatiousness between them, with joking expressions like “Hey Sexy,” “Hot Mama” and the like. I’ve wondered how much substance there is to it beneath the joking façade.

On the weekend of their camping trip, after a great day in the Magic Kingdom, the troop was back at the campsite enjoying dinner under the stars. Katerina loves her wine and brought a few bottles. For the moms, of course. Jill was like-minded and brought a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. They had a nice dinner of hamburgers and hot dogs and the moms enjoyed their adult beverages too. After the daughters went to bed, the moms stayed out with their scotch, wine and girl talk. After a while, it was just Katerina, Anna and Jill still awake and outside. It was dark, but the campfire was still going and they were probably 20-25 yards from the closest of the tents.

Katerina has a bawdy side, especially when she gets a few glasses of wine in her. Apparently, Anna and Jill were ready to match it. And then some.

With the daughters (and the other moms) asleep in their tents, Ankara escort the conversation naturally turned to sex. Anna and Jill are both married, but Katerina is divorced. Although it sounded like Anna and Jill both have an ample sex drive, their husbands either didn’t or were getting it on the side.

Jill was looking at an empty wine bottle on the table and Anna quipped “The way you’re looking at that bottle, it looks like you are thinking about taking it back to your tent for some playtime.”

All 3 women laughed.

Right on beat, Jill said “For as hard is it is to get [my husband] to fuck me these days, that’s actually sounding like a pretty good idea.”

“And it would certainly stay harder than his little whiskey dick — he drinks so much he can barely get it hard even on those rare occasions I can get him to have sex,” she added in a tone that indicated that she wasn’t entirely joking.

Sensing that Jill was getting a little sad, Katerina tried to lift her spirits by saying “That’s crazy! You’re hot! If he’s not up to it, I’m sure there are guys lined up waiting to get into your pants.”

“And quite a few girls too,” Anna said with a wink.

That was interesting, Katerina thought, not surprised by the sentiment but a little surprised that Anna said it. “So how about your sex life, Anna?” Jill asked.

“We have threesomes all the time,” Anna said with perfectly timed comedic pause before adding “me, my toys and internet porn.” The women howled and Katerina practically choked on a mouthful of wine.

“[My husband] doesn’t seem to care about sex with me anymore — I think he’s having an affair with his secretary. And you know what, I don’t really care that much. He was never very good at it anyhow,” said Anna.

“So, Hot Latina Princess, go ahead and tell us about sex after divorce,” Jill said to Katerina.

Katerina felt bad for her friends and their lackluster, or nonexistent, sex lives, but she told the truth.

“It’s amazing, really. When we are together without the kids we fuck like rabbits and it is just incredible. We are so in sync and he sometimes touches spots that have never been touched before. Even when we are not together, I am constantly horny and thinking about it. I never used to care about, or even like, having a guy go down on me but Evan has changed all that. He’s got a magic tongue.”

“Now I’m calling bullshit on that — guys just aren’t good at licking pussy,” Anna said.

Katerina and Jill were both a little shocked, not only at her use of the word “pussy” but the implication that if men aren’t good at it someone else must be.

Jill said, “Well if men aren’t good at it who is?” fully aware of the obvious answer but getting a little turned on and more than a little curious.

With a devilish grin and without a hint of blushing, Anna said “Let me put it this way, I could teach him a few things about ‘Dining at the Y.'”

“I’d teach my husband too, but he’d just use the knowledge gained on his slutty secretary, so what’s the point,” she added with a chuckle.

This is certainly getting interesting, thought Katerina.

“Sounds like you’ve got some experience beyond just watching a lot of internet porn during your ‘threesomes’,” Katerina said to Anna.

“Oh, I experimented a little in college and when I was younger,” Anna said. She paused for a few seconds and then added “Oh, why bullshit you beautiful ladies, it was more than just a little experimentation. I experimented enough that I could have changed my name to Louise Pasteur.” Again, the women laughed gustily.

“This is getting juicy,” said Jill smiling broadly.

“Stop making everything about you,” Katerina said to Jill with a deadpan expression of annoyance. “This isn’t about what’s going on in your panties, Miss Juicy Coochie,” Katerina added before another round of laughter.

“Tell us about one of your famous experiments, Madame Pasteur,” Katerina said.

“Well, since the cat, or more apropos, pussy, is already out of the bag,” Anna said, “I’ll tell you a little bedtime story.”

“About 70% of women will dyke-out under the right circumstances,” Anna started.

“Is that a scientific fact, Dr. Pasteur?” Jill asked sarcastically.

“It’s an educated guess that is backed up by some experimentation. This is the story of that grand experiment,” Anna said in a voice intended to sound like the narrator of a movie or documentary.

[Anna’s story is below]

“I had my first girl-girl experience my freshman year in college with a friend after a fraternity party. We were drunk and flirting and then flirting led to kissing and kissing led to boobie touching and the rest, as they say, is history. The details of that first time is a story for another day. But I loved it and had a few more lesbo experiences after that, including one with a girl who lived down the hall.

It’s getting late, so I only have time to tell you about one or two of my conquests. The first one was my roommate, Karla. She was a Colombian girl who grew up in Miami with a strict religious upbringing. Church every Sunday, confession Ankara escort bayan each week, carried rosary beads, the whole nine yards. She was carrying an extra 10 lbs or so, about half of which was from the “Freshman 15” she was adding, but had beautiful dark tan skin and silky black hair with big brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. The extra 10 pounds, fortunately were in all the right places — her ass and her chest. I knew she would be a tough one to conquer, but since she was my roommate I knew I had plenty of time and opportunity to let my plan play out.

Back then there was no internet, except maybe in some academic settings, so porn wasn’t readily available like it is now. As my bi-side was growing I had bought a few adult magazines, including a few with a lot of girl-girl pics. I normally kept them hidden, but as part of my intended seduction of Karla I left one under my mattress, but sticking out a bit, and folded to a page with one girl licking another’s pussy.

I wanted her to find it and get her thinking, but figured she’d be too nervous and conservative to say anything about it. A few days later, I left a vibrator that I had just gotten in my top, underwear drawer and left it open when I went to class. Karla was a neat freak and always made sure everything was in its place, so I knew she would go to the drawer to close it and would see the vibrator. I also started hanging around naked in our room, flaunting my body, which was pretty damn good back then. At night I would masturbate under the blanket and moan softly, knowing she could hear it and knew what I was doing. Then I rented a lesbo porn video and left the VHS tape in the VCR (we had a small TV and VCR in the room) stopped at my favorite scene and with the input set so that it would come on when the TV was turned on. Karla watched Beverly Hills 90210 religiously in our room when it was on and I know she would see the video. I was gradually softening her up with female sexuality and lesbianism.

Karla was getting a little insecure about her weight. Beer and late night pizza and Chinese delivery were getting her a little overweight, as I mentioned, but it really did nothing to detract from her sexiness. But she thought it did and was feeling unattractive. One night she came home after studying with the guy she had a big crush on but he didn’t seem interested. She was upset and convinced it was because of the few pounds she had gained, sat on her bed and started crying. I moved toward her bed and sat next to her, giving her a hug and telling her she was beautiful and sexy. I started rubbing her back and caressing her hair and told her anyone who didn’t find her sexy was crazy, or gay. Unless it was a woman, in which case she obviously wasn’t gay.

When I said this, she quipped “well, I guess you’d know about that” before wishing she hadn’t said it and trying to apologize. I told her no apology was necessary and that yes, I would know about that. I then seductively told her that I could make her feel much better. She pulled away a little, but I held on.

I said, “Let me make you feel good. You don’t have to do anything. And nobody will ever know — it is our secret.” She was obviously reluctant, but also seemed to be considering it.

I am not a patient person, especially in a situation like this, so before she could say no I held the back of her head and kissed her. At first, there was no response but then her mouth opened and welcomed my tongue and before long it was a full-on makeout session. I started unbuttoning her shirt and she stopped and lightly pushed me away, saying we can’t be doing this, it is isn’t right, etc. I told her not only is it right, it’s fantastic, and that I knew she was curious. That she wouldn’t have to do anything — just lie back and let me make her feel good. I saw her resistance fade and then resumed unbuttoning her shirt before pushing her down onto the bed. I pulled her jeans off and then her little pink panties.

Moving back into a kiss, I caressed her incredible tits and then moved down, with my hand replaced with my mouth around her nipple and my hand moving down to rub her wet pussy. She started gasping and moaning and I then moved further down and licked down her stomach to her beautiful and now sopping wet pussy.

Her moans changed to a repeated chorus of “this is crazy”, “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” “Oh my God” and stuff like that. Finally I started licking her pussy, but was careful to only graze her clit periodically. I wanted to tease her and wanted this to last. When she started to get close to coming, I would slow down or move my licking a little bit. She was squirming and going crazy.

“Do you want me to stop?” I said.

“God no, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I need to come.” she said.

“Then tell me what to do”

“Keep doing it”

“Doing what?” I asked, before giving an occasional lick to keep her hot.

“What you are doing?”

“Be more specific. I need to hear you say it” Again a small lick to keep her going.

“Eat my pussy. Lick my pussy. Please. Pleeeeaaassseeee” she said with gritted teeth but quietly Escort Ankara enough to not be heard by others in the hallway or in the rooms next to ours.

“You’re not a selfish girl are you?” I asked.

“What? what are you talking about?” she asked, plainly annoyed and frustrated.

“Well, you’re not going to have me get you off and then return the favor, are you? I asked.

“B-B-But you said I didn’t have to do anything? That you’d just make me feel good” she said.

“Haven’t I made you feel good?” I asked.

“Yes”

“Then I’ve held up my end of the bargain. I never said I’d do it until you came without any payback in return.” And then a resumed a teasing licking before asking again “Do you want to come?”

“I need to come,” she said.

“I can help you if you help me” I said.

“What do I have to do?” she asked.

“I’m pretty sure you know, but just to be clear I want to hear you say it.”

“OK, I’ll do it”

“What will you do?”

“I’ll go down on you” Karla said

“What will you do down there? I need details” I said

“I’ll eat you out! I’ll lick your pussy! I’ll do whatever you want, just make me come!” she said before pulling my head into her pussy. Before long, I could tell she was getting close and I ran my tongue in circles around her clit as fast as I could before a huge orgasm overcame her. I gave her some time to recover and saw a huge smile come across her lips.

“Now it’s payback time'” I said as I laid back on the bed and spread my naked legs open wide. She came over nervously, looking at my pussy with a sense of both wonder and trepidation. Then she dropped her head and started cautiously licking. She seemed to like it and started to really get into it. She was a natural.

I said, “Mmmmm, you’re really good at that. You are a natural-born pussy licker.”

She started licking faster and more eagerly. “Lick that pussy, Lezzie. Keep licking like you were always meant to. You are a little pussy hound. I love seeing your beautiful face covered with my pussy juice. Oh, what I little dyke slut you are. You love that pussy. You can’t get enough of that pussy.”

With each demeaning comment she seemed to get even more turned on and more eager to make me come.

“Who’s my pussy pleaser?” I asked.

“I am,” she said.

“Who’s going to be my lesbo slave?” I asked.

“I am,” she said.

“What are you?” I asked.

“I am your pussy pleaser and your lesbian slave, mistress,” Karla said obediently.

With that I came like I had never come before. College was great.” Anna said, finishing her story.

As she was telling the story, Anna noticed that both Katerina and Jill were flushed. Both had started squirming in their seats. Katerina was squeezing her legs together and it looked like she hadn’t taken a breath in about 10 minutes. Jill had actually spread her legs a little and started rubbing her pussy through her jeans, first as surreptitiously as possible and then more boldly and somewhat obviously.

When the story was over, Anna was horny as hell and a big, wicked smile crossed her lips as she looked at Katerina and Jill. “Well ladies,” she said, “I’m glad you enjoyed my story. I’m going to bed.”

She moved toward Katerina, gave her a goodnight kiss on the check that was pretty close to the lips and lingered longer than normal, and whispered in Katerina’s ear “Feel free to come by to say a more proper goodnight.”

She then moved to Jill, gave her a warm hug, and whispered “If you need anything — anything at all — don’t hesitate to ask.” And then she turned and walked to her tent.

As Anna walked away toward her tent, Katerina and Jill looked at each other and, at exactly the same time, said “Wow!” before both laughing.

“Well, that was really, ah, something, huh?” said Katerina.

“Yes it was,” Jill agreed. “Yes it was.”

“So,” Jill asked, “were you an experimenter in college?”

“No, I didn’t go to college until I was 28 and already married, so it really wasn’t a traditional college experience,” Katerina said. “How about you?”

“Well, like they say, big cats are dangerous, but a little pussy never hurt anyone,” Jill said with a chuckle. Katerina would have been shocked to hear that a half hour ago, but after seeing Jill’s reaction to Anna’s story it was now only a mild surprise.

“The first story was good, but I’m still not sleepy,” Katerina said before making a pouty face and in a little girl voice saying “Tell me another bedtime story.”

“OK, here goes,” said Jill.

[Jill then started her story]

“I’ve only ever really done it one time, and that was a long time ago when I was in law school. A group of us from my law school study group went out to a club on South Beach to blow off some steam and stress after exams. My boyfriend at the time was kind of a jerk, but he was pretty hot and had a massive cock,” Jill said laughing. “But that’s not really relevant to this story,” she added before continuing. “He was the jealous type and was always getting upset when other guys would look at me or flirt with me.” “And I was pretty fucking hot back then,” she said in a way that made it clear that she was joking, but also that she believed it 100%. Katerina believed it too, as Jill was still pretty hot 20 years later.

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“These are actually quite useful,” Rebekka said as she was inspecting the lance.

“Mhm. And heavy,” I replied, weighing a halberd in my hand. The walls of the castle had several medieval weapons displayed, mainly swords and spears, as well as some helmets and armour.

“Well, these were definitely made for less busty girls,” Rebekka remarked as her eyes went from a breastplate to her own, ample chest.

I shrugged. “It’s incomplete anyway. There’s the backplate missing. And even if we could wear it, it would slow us down to a crawl.” I leaned the halberd into a corner. “But you’re right. We should take some of the lighter weapons with us. They’ll keep the zombies at bay.”

After our short rest, we had begun to inspect the castle, going from room to room, always on the lookout for any noise that might indicate a zombie presence, but the building was as quiet as a grave.

“So after we make it to the river, then what?” Rebekka asked, almost whispering as if she didn’t want to disturb the silence.

I shrugged. “There’s a boatshouse there somewhere,” I replied. “The Passer’s not wide enough for ships, but there’s a boat club in town.” I tried to remember its location, but it had been many years since I’d last been there. “Anyway, I guess we’ll take a boat and follow the river towards the sea.”

She nodded, breaking a few display cases and playing with something that looked like an iron flute. “And where then?” she asked, “what’s the destination?”

I leaned against the case and stared into the distance. “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “My plan was mainly to get on a boat, because I thought it’s the safest place to live in all this mess. I think those zombies can’t swim, and we can use it to travel and store our food while we’re out of their reach.” In my mind, pictures of us on a houseboat alternated with the nagging concern that I really didn’t know the first thing about boats and seafaring. I was a girl of the mountains, after all.

“Well, and I just want to get further south, because I really don’t want to be caught in Tyrol without gas or electricity when winter comes. So, maybe Greece, or Turkey, or Egypt,” I said, speculating about countries I knew nothing about to begin with, let alone could guess how the zombie apocalypse had affected them.

“Good plan,” she said sternly, more to herself than to me. “Maybe we can even go to Ethiopia and see what happened there. It’s not as hot as many other places in Africa, and sometimes I miss it.” She sighed. “Isn’t that strange? I was barely 9 when we left, but I can still remember the highlands, the monsoon, the way the earth smells.”

I nodded at her, wondering what it must be like Ankara escort to leave the country of your childhood. But then I thought, we’re all living in a new country now, and the land of our childhood is gone forever.

“They must’ve used this place for weddings,” Rebekka interrupted my thoughts as she flung open a double set of doors that led into a festive, large ornate room with wedding arrangements set out on a table. We walked around, running our hands across the fake plastic flowers, the wreaths, the little porcelain figures of a bride and groom, silver chandeliers and lace tablecloth.

“It’s all gone,” I said suddenly. “All the rituals, the religion, the government. Marriage. Everything it meant. It’s all gone.”

Rebekka raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so,” she said. “I still know what I believe in. And you don’t need a priest, or judge, or mayor, or whatever to get married. My god, my love, my faith and my belief, it’s all still here.” She took my hand and rested it on her chest, right above her heart.

I looked deep into her eyes. “I don’t know what I believe in,” I admitted, feeling her soft, warm breast at the palm of my hand. “I never believed in god much. Or in marriage. Or in ritual. But in this world, where life means nothing anymore, maybe we need more of that.”

I paused and looked at her. She nodded, smiling slightly. “Do you want to be mine?” I asked her.

She looked at me, proud and stern, but deeply touched. “You’re my mistress,” she said. “From the first moment I saw you, the moment you touched me, I was yours. I will follow you to the end of the world and back. So yes, I would be proud to be yours.”

I smiled, and to my surprise I felt tears streaming down my face. From all the excitement, and tension, and constant vigilance, I had forgotten how to feel. And now, it all caught up with me. “There’s hardly anybody left,” I said a little awkward, trying to find the right words. “I mean, it’s not like we both have a whole lot of choice in partners. But even if I did, even if the whole world was still alive, among all those people, I wouldn’t find a better servant than you.”

I pulled her close and we held each other tight in our arms, kissing passionately and desperately, like it’s the only thing that mattered, the only thing we could still do to be human. She tasted so good, so familiar, so much like home. I cried like a baby, and Rebekka did too, my tears running down into her neck and shoulder as we stood there embraced.

Finally, I calmed down a little and looked into her face. “So,” I said. “That’s it? I mean, I don’t have a collar or anything. I don’t even have music.”

She smiled back at me. Ankara escort bayan “We don’t need any of that,” she said. “We can make our own ritual, something that works for us.” And with that, she sank to her knees in front of me, her face at level with my pubic hair. She looked up at me and whispered, just before she opened her mouth wide: “Feed me your water, mistress.”

I looked down at her, and then spread my legs above her. Even though we had done this before multiple times, it just felt right in this moment. It was intimate, familiar, strangely sacred, and it was ours. I reached behind myself and slowly pushed a finger into my anus, crooking it and feeling around until I had found the spot that made my bladder tingle. Instantly, a hot sprinkle shot out of my sputtering twat and on Bekah’s face.

She showered in the rain of piss, swallowing whatever landed in her mouth and let the rest of it cover her head and chest, warm and wet. When the stream subsided, she followed it to the mound of my pussy, and sucked the last few drops out of it, then kissed it reverently. Now I knelt down too, kissing her, tasting my piss on her lips, smelling it on her skin and feeling the wetness on her tits. “Now you,” I said.

She smiled and turned over, getting on all fours and pushing out her wide, black ass towards me, her legs spread far until her sweet cunt began to gape a little. I laid down on my back underneath her and looked up, at the thick, black afro-curls of her full bush as she lowered it down on my face, her tits dangling heavy above me.

Her piss came in a gush, hitting me in the eyes so that I had to close them reflexively, feeling it rush all over my face like water from a hose. I opened my mouth and felt it rain inside, tasting the salty, tart taste of her pee before I drank it down. She had to go a lot and must’ve collected it for a long time. Her pussy wouldn’t stop squirting, wetting my hair through and through until I could feel a puddle at the back of my head. I still swallowed whatever I could and opened my eyes on occasion, just to see the pink slit in her black muff rain down on me.

Afterwards, we walked slowly through the rest of the castle, arm in arm, like it was our home. On the second floor, we found a few rooms furnished with original medieval furniture. One of them even contained a bed. “They thought of us,” I said to Bekah, laughing. “They even gave us a bed.”

She grinned, looking interested at the posts that spun a rope around it to keep tourists from getting too close. “Oh yes,” she said. “And they even provided toys along with it.”

She threw off her clothes and weapons, soon standing before me all naked. I mustered Escort Ankara her body up and down slowly, taking it all in – her black skin, the wide, round hips, the big buttocks, her belly, the massive, saggy tits, the sweet thick pubic hair that I loved so much, and of course her beautiful, lovely face.

“Straddle it,” I told her, knowing that she only waited for my command. Without hesitation she grabbed a post and spread her legs above its thick, round, bulbous head. It looked like it was made from iron, and seemed heavy and cold, but she didn’t flinch. Her labia rubbed along it, leaving a wet sheen wherever they touched, and soon a few leftover streams of piss ran down its sides as she wet it.

I sank down on the bed across from her, stripping off the leather chaps and jacket, throwing my clothes down until my pale, chubby, redheaded body lay down right in front of her, spreading my legs towards her. She bent forward, closing her eyes as she did her best to get the thick, hard, grapefruit-sized head into her hungry cunt.

Suddenly it slid in, and her eyes widened at the sensation while she gasped for air. Then, pleasure followed, and she bent down further and started sucking on my pussy diligently. “What would my mistress want?” she asked, looking at me.

“You know me,” I said as I pulled up my legs, lifting my back and hips up at her and pulling my buttocks apart with my hands. She nodded, knowing me all too well.

Her fingers began to probe my anus, stretching it slowly and carefully, preparing it for what was to come, while she spit saliva down on it repeatedly, wetting it until it was as slick as my cunt. Then I felt her hand, pushing inside me, mercilessly, getting thicker and wider, splitting my asshole wide open as she pushed.

I wanted it. I wanted it so bad, to feel full of her, to feel fucked by her and raped by her and used by her and done by her, my cunt began to water right away. When her knuckles passed my sphincter, it felt like it tore me apart and a the same time like it made me complete. And then she fucked me, hard, deep, passionate, raw, violently as she was riding the post, her whole hand deep inside my ass.

I came so hard, so much. My piss hole was gushing and squirting all over the room, and the thought of her being my slave made me cum even more.

After an eternity, we found ourselves sitting naked in an alcove of the castle’s second floor, looking out of the open window on the few zombies that were aimlessly strutting the plaza below.

“Let’s always stay together,” I said.

She nodded. “And let’s never do anything dangerous again,” she replied. “I do not want to lose you, and certainly not because of something stupid.”

I smiled and kissed her. “Deal,” I said. “And let’s piss on the zombie bitches.” And with that we held onto the window frame as we leaned our butts outside, and let a faint rain of piss spray down on them.

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Dark Stag Ch. 07

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RICHARD:

The days that followed Kijus’s departure were rather surreal. The family simply didn’t function the same. Brija was distant, studying the journal full of information Kijus wrote for her like it was a holy book full of salvation. Roi and Jon were having their problems due to Roi taking the training of Silver far more seriously than their relationship. Roi was never present, always gone with Silver. It may have been for the best though. Father had taken his antics to a newer extreme.

It was the thursday, two days after Kijus had left the upper ring. I went to the middle lounge of the citadel, simply to get something to eat. My father was sitting in a sectional receiving oral sex from some slave girl he bought. It wasn’t out of the normal for him to do this but to do it blatantly in the open… in our home where all could see? Something wasn’t right about him. He had become foreign to us all.

It caught me by surprise, his gall. It’s like he lost all respect for his marriage. Just as I stood, jaw hanging from shock, mother came down the stairs. As soon as she saw this detesting act, she turned and went back up the stairs. I left too, heading out of the palace completely. Just to think of how this made my mother feel just made me wish I had to courage to confront my father. The man was just as wicked as they come.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I just knew I couldn’t bare to be in the house after seeing such an act from my father. It was late in the evening with virtually not a single thing to be done. If days like this were going to be common, then Kijus would be dearly missed. I went to the stables, hoping there was something there to do. Rejon’s stall was empty, being the only one on the north end of the stable due to his temperament. I just missed seeing him there.

At least Bazahra was here though. She often spent her days circling high above the upper ring, damn near invisible due to her metallic plumage and translucent wings. I remember seeing how Kijus would rub her down and speak to her in Illsian. She’d respond back in some comical way, often surprising him with her level of intellect.

All of this pondering simply became a little too much for me. I went back into the palace, careful to take the rear stairway, not wanting to see my the disgusting father. I entered my room, ready to unwind. Looking at my sectional pieces, I remembering when Kijus and I spent nights up having conversations.

Going through the confusing maze which was my room, I grabbed a pair of night johns and walked through my archive. To my surprise, Bazahra was perched on the mantle of the great window, grooming herself.

“Hey girl!” I said. She looked at me, not knowing English. I sighed as I walked over to the pouch on her back. Opening it, I was hopeful there was a letter to be found… nothing. It was discouraging to say the least. It meant that Kijus hadn’t written me and it’s been close to three days now. I even put pen and paper in Bazahra’s back pouch because I knew she wouldn’t be allowed to get it in the brothels. Now that I think about it, could Bazahra even sneak her way into the brothels? If not, the sanctity of this mission was utterly doomed. I’d need to bail Kijus out immediately. That place was too horrible for someone of Kijus’s intellect to be allowed to sit and simply fester within.

Continuing through the archive to the bath suite, I ran me some bath water. I made sure it was nice and hot as I poured coconut powder into it. The rushing water began to foam, the sweet smell of coconut filling the walls of the bath suite with it’s glorious scent. I stripped out of my clothes, and climbed into the bath tub. I slid down into the scalding water, hoping the heat would allow me to unwind, relax like steam on wrinkled fabric.

“Richard?” I heard a voice call out. I leaned up, it was Roi. He entered from his side of the bath suite. He came over, surprised that I decided to take a bath for a change, “I didn’t know you still take bath’s.”

“I don’t but…”

“Move over!” He said, stripping off his clothes. He hopped into the massive tub, instantly unwinding upon feeling the soothing heat, “I need this…”

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Roi said, “Jon broke up with me.” It caught me by surprise.

“What, why?” I asked, startled.

“I finally found something that means more to me than ya know, sex and it isn’t him. It’s falconry. I can do that for all eternity and be happy. He got tired of following me around while I trained Silver….gave me a fucking ultimatum. I can see if he would have said ‘sorry, but I just can’t do it anymore. I see you care for your raptor dearly so I think we need to break it off.’ No, instead he was like , ‘I see you and your little bird spend more time together than we do. I’m tired of having to compete with it…it’s either him or me!’ It pissed me off so bad, I chose Silver.” Roi sighed.

“Oh.”

“So you ready for this breakfast tomorrow? We got to make it since Ankara bayan escort it’s friday…” Roi asked.

“I don’t give a fuck man…”

“What? Why?” Roi asked.

“Dad just is becoming something I detest. He was sodomizing a slave’s face in plain sight, amongst servants, amongst palace noblemen, amongst us children and amongst his wife…our..fucking…MOTHER!” I hissed. Even Roi was disgusted.

“Well, we need to be at the breakfast tomorrow. We don’t need him drawing suspicions over us. He also might say some…things that may be important.” Roi hinted.

“You definitely have a point.” I sighed, “So later tomorrow, what do you want to do?”

“I want to lure course Silver because it’s been a long time since I’ve done that. Then after that, you can show me the ropes to the tournament fling games.” Roi suggested.

“Sounds like a busy day… That’s what I need to clear my fucking mind.” I sighed, resting my head on the rim of the tub.

“I know right…” Roi responded, doing the same.

The next day had arrived. We woke up nice and early, both entering the bath suite simultaneously. Roi went straight to the mirror, looking at his hair.

“You don’t think I look creepy with this much hair?” He asked.

“Of course you look creepy… But what’s wrong, you finally want to cut it?” I responded.

“Yeah, it’s about time I cut it.” He sighed, pulling a thin pair of scissors from the drawer. He reached for the rack, grabbing a towel. The skilled boy began snipping his hair, cutting in defined layers. The hair, dropped to the towel to make sure the mess was minimal. He then left a thin long bang that seamlessly went from the layers of hair he had left on his head. The cut looked pretty damn awesome!

“You know you’re a bad brother when you forget that your only brother has amazing barber skills.” I chuckled.

“I hadn’t cut my hair in a year… Things also have been so crazy I’m not surprised you forgot.” He smiled. He rolled up the towel and tossed it to his side of the bathroom. He stood looking in the mirror, obviously a lot on his mind. He parted the asymmetrical bang down the middle, grabbing a bottle of setting conditioners.

“What’s bothering you brother?” I asked.

“Sometimes, I just think about my past and… You know, I grew my hair out to hide behind it… It was like a security blanket and what I could shield myself with whenever I got hurt, rejected or anything… It was all because of that night a few years ago,” He said, still haunted by his childhood memories, “When…he touched… I just don’t know man. It feels like even with this…cutting my hair, in a style I like it’s not good enough. I’ll still be that boy that got touched by his father’s best nobleman. Nothing is good enough to escape from it…Not even this hair change. It feels like the only ounce of security I once had…is gone.” He massaged the milky conditioner into his hair.

“Is that why you kept it longer in the front?” I asked. He stood there, thinking on it.

“I guess so.” He responded, looking down at his scissors.

“Well, I’m your brother. I’m not here to ridicule you or judge you over your past. I know I haven’t been much of a brother in the past but I’m trying with all my might now and whatever hardships you are facing now, we’ll face them together.” I said, hoping to reassure him.

“Yeah,” Roi said, drawn to tears, “It’s kind of nice having someone to talk to!” He embraced me in a tight hug, balling intensely.

I felt terrible. I had no idea my brother’s past had such a hold on him. He tried opressing it for so long but now, for some reason he had gained the strength to face it. Though I was glad to see him growing past his issues, I wondered where this strength came from because he surely needed to share it! It was beyond invigorating to witness this! I wasn’t much of a spiritual person but there was something, a definitive change in Roi. It radiated off of him like light off of a polished falchion.

“So, you never had anyone to talk to?” I asked him.

“No, one day I told father and he beat me senseless. I’ve been scared to open up to anyone ever since. In fact the nobleman even confirmed he did those things to me and father still came after me, as if I’ve brought dishonor to him. For a long time I thought I did something wrong, cursed my existence but didn’t have the strength to kill myself…”

“Strength?” I interrupted, halting our embrace simply to make eye contact with him, “There is no strength in suicide, only weakness! Killing yourself is never the solution to your emotional torment and I want you to remember that! Never, ever again dare contemplate taking your own life! You are a strong boy, Roi too gifted to let this world get inside your head and bring you down! Kijus! He’s a prime example of someone of unparalleled strength.”

“I know… When you told me what he was doing and why he was doing it, the lengths he went to to get to doing it, I began modeling Escort bayan Ankara myself after him. The fact that he was going to go about it alone, has went through so much torment and turmoil as a child alone, just on an entirely different magnitude than what I experienced…. Yes, his strength is what drives me! If he can be so driven as to save his sister, I can be so driven as to get over my past and stop hiding behind it….” He said.

It was quite the epiphany. I turned to brush my teeth and wash my face, the whole way thinking about Kijus’s affect on us both. Kijus was the driving force behind Roi’s new found confidence. If Roi could completely come out his shell, become more sociable and less of a recluse, then it’d be my turn. I’d step up to the plate and get rid of my father. That man means this place no good and I already knew that he was going to do something to ruin us all.

Roi and I got ready, dressing up for a casual day of horseback riding and raptor training. We left our rooms at the exact same time. As we walked down the hall to the stairs, we couldn’t help but stare at Kijus’s old guest room. We had gotten so used to him being there, we halfway expected his door to swing open and his beautiful face and long flowing hair to stun us both.

We continued down the hall, to the balcony, taking our respective seats at the brunch table. The Easterner servants stood with their massive fans, blowing away any insect not strong enough to fight off the gentle breeze. Brija came out just after us, instantly looking at where Kijus used to sit. She sighed, taking a seat next to me.

“Hey.” I said, smiling at her. She reached over to hug me before looking at Roi in shocked.

“You cut your hair?” She asked.

“Yeah…wanted to do something different.” He said, retreating into himself. The other noblemen took their seats at the table, all silent as usual. Three rare visitors came to the table…my old entourage: Snare, Miles and Robin….

I couldn’t say I was excited to see them…in fact, I didn’t want them here at the table at all. They eyed me confrontationally but no words were said. A few minutes later, mother came through the door, smiling taking her seat. As she sat down, I saw glimpses of treacherous hate through her soft honey eyes. She looked at everyone with a warm grin.

“Good day to you all. I hope all are having a blessed day…” She said. We nodded in acknowledgement.

Lastly the emperor came, taking his throne with such a pretentious grin.

“I hope everyone’s having a glorious morning because I know I am…” The King said, as he took his seat. He grabbed my mother’s hand. She gave him a fearsome glare before bowing her head. It was very noticeable, Everyone catching it. He then grabbed his noblest man’s hand, Roi giving an eyeroll as well. The tension at this table was charged and heated.

Everyone held hands as prayers were said. We soon were eating…silently but, still eating nonetheless, all except my mother. She just sat there, obviously far more angered than she was willing to lead on. Pa looked at us as he cut through his omelet, smiling.

“How are you boys this morning?” He asked. Roi and I looked at each other, unsure what way this would turn.

“I’m fine…” Roi responded.

“…Me too.” I finally said back.

“So…” He said as he put a bit of the omelet in his mouth, “Heard from Kijus?” I shook my head, being…truthful.

“See, I know you know where he is. I know he’s still in this city because Kijus wouldn’t leave his his two most prized possessions behind. I’m going to find him…and kill him.”

“It’s funny.” I began.

“What?” The king asked, startled by my response.

“You wanted him to be your raptor trainor, tried to keep him confined here but the extent of his work caused him to have to commonly leave the border to fetch supplies. Either way, you were prohibiting him from doing the job you so instilled and forced upon him.” I said.

“You don’t get it do you? My word is what goes, and if I tell him or anyone for that matter what to do, they will do it! His disobeyal of my word will cause him to be made a clean example of. Doyle, I want scent hounds all over the city… Go to his room, and fetch his rags. Let the dogs get familiar with his scent and wherever he is, bring him back… alive though.”

Doyle, the emperor’s noblest man got up from his seat, bowing before entering the palace. Several other noblemen, further down the table got up as well, following him.

“What are you going to do now? There’s only going to be a matter of time before we find him.” Pa said.

“What happened to you?” Brija asked. All eyes fell upon her as she slammed the journal shut, starring at father in shock, “You…you weren’t this man a year ago… You weren’t this out to prove yourself, to show your prowess as a ruler…Have you forgotten?”

“No what happened to you?” Pa interrupted, “I remember you being a respectful little girl who knew Bayan escort Ankara place.” Brija exchanged heated glares with him for several intense seconds. She picked up her journal and walked away.

“I’ve had my fill.” She hissed.

“Brija!” Mother called out. She looked at both Roi and I, “Go get her!”

By no chance did mother want us to bring her back. She wanted us to leave the table just for our own sanctity We did so, catching up with the teary eyed girl.

“You ok?” I asked.

“Yeah but…” She began, unable to find the right words.

“Dude, they are going after Kijus in a full on man hunt. You think they’ll find him?” Roi asked.

“No but we got to give Mercury a heads up… It’s early, he’s still home! We need to go!” I said.

“How? We can’t sneak out of here! They have the entire upper ring on lock.” Roi countered.

“There’s another way…” I said, “Come on!” I led, them around the front entrance of the palace and we made our way to the cellar.

The cellar was filled with automated pins which rotated casks of wine by numerous levers. Roi looked at me in confusion.

“Why’d you lead us here?” He asked.

“This is how Kijus got out…” I responded. I walked to the northward rear wall and cranked a lever for the cask. Instead of the flat pin rotating to move the cask. It rotated revealing a secret tunnel. “Hurry, it closes back in a few seconds.” I rushed them forward, following after them.

The long brick corridor was dark but I knew it thoroughly. These service tunnels lead to secret passages under the stable, the aviary, the homes of the noblest chaps on the north end of the upper ring and to the middle ring. The middle ring was where we were trying to get to. I led them for several miles until we had to climb up through the catacombs. It was a strange place. For so many dead to be stocked here, it had no odor.

“What is this place?” Brija asked.

“It’s a catacomb.” I answered.

“A who?” She asked.

“It’s a place where they stock the dead.” Roi said. Brija looked at us both in horror.

“Why are we down here?!” She asked, stopping in her tracks. The girl was utterly mortified.

“We’re exiting through the mausoleum in the middle of the Jule District.” I said, to her.

“So we’re going through a graveyard?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I said grabbing her arm, “Come on!”

We continued on, ascending a huge flight of stairs. We entered the mausoleum, dead bodies on the concrete slabs as far as the eye could see. Light rained in from the rafter windows in the most unsettling way. I got bad feelings in this portion of the masque. None of us wanted to linger in the mausoleum for long. We exited, glad to see daylight again. We stood in the graveyard, tombstones going on for miles.

“Come on!” I said, leading them south.

“I thought we were going to the Bolt district.” Roi noted.

“There’s a stable… We wouldn’t make it in time. We need horses.” I said.

The stable was maybe a horsing field away from our current location. It was a five minute run. We reached the cemetery stables. The only horses they had were black plowing horses, big slow horses with a very low top speed. However, their top speeds were nearly twice that of any human and despite their mass, were extremely agile and great jumpers. I picked up one of the saddles, throwing it onto the back of a horse.

“Wait you’re just going to steal them?” Brija asked.

“Hell yeah!” I said. Roi grabbed a saddle, putting it on another horse. Brija just looked on, completely lost.

“What?” I asked.

“I don’t know anything about horses!” She said.

“Ugh, come on…” I sighed, tightening the strange saddle to the horses midsection. I reached for Brija, “Put your foot in the holes.” She climbed up, full of uncertainty.

“Scoot back.” I said, hopping on just in front of her, “Roi open the doors!”

“Ok he said,” Running towards the front of the stable. He pulled the latch up and rolled the door back. He then ran to his horse, hopping on it. We galloped out, heading northeast to the Bolt district. We hopped over the eastern fence of the masque, entering the city. We continued our path, reaching the central circuit. Brija was wrapped tightly around my waist as the two plowing horses galloped at full tilt. We were probably barely touching thirty miles an hour but the girl had never ridden a horse before. This was the fastest she had ever moved.

A few minutes later, we reached the Bolt district, detouring to reach the rear. We leapt over the Ion Subdivision fencing and dashed across Black Pastures. Swooping just in front of us was, Bazahra, followed by Silver. She began to circle around the slow moving horses, swooping low and high as she battled with the wind. Something wasn’t right.

We reached Mercury’s apartment, tying our horses on his outward post. Upon opening his stable door, I was shocked to see two black stags there. Mercury turned to us in surprise. He held a journal in his hand, the same leather journals Kijus was notorious for writing.

“Yes?” Mercury asked.

“I’m so sorry to bother you but you may be in trouble…” I warned. He looked on completely lost.

“Why?” He asked, rather defensively.

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Dave and Leroy Ch. 06

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Unexpected House Guests and a Glimpse of the Past

It’s been four months, and Leroy is still having seizures. He had was warned before the surgery, that it could be a possible side effect. With the medications, the seizures are happening less frequently, but they are still playing havoc on his life. He can’t go back to work or drive, and he feels useless. Dave or one of his family members have been taking him anywhere he wants, but he hates relying on someone.

****

Leroy woke from a nap and heard voices coming from the family room, he knew one of them were Dave’s, but he couldn’t place the other two, one seemed familiar, but the other one didn’t. Leroy sat up, threw his legs over the edge of the bed; he looked over at his sweats and t-shirt. He grabbed them up, put them on, so he could go and see who was there.

Leroy’s hair was growing longer now and covering the scars before he would grab up a ball cap to cover his head, but now he doesn’t have to. He rounded the corner to the kitchen and look into the family room.

“Hey, Leroy, sorry if we woke you.” Dave went to get off the couch, and Leroy motioned him to stay put and walked over and sat next to him. “Leroy, you know my partner Terry, and this is Terry’s love, Shane.”

“Terry, nice seeing you again, and meeting you, Shane.” Leroy went to get up to shake Shane and Terry hand, but they stopped him.

“Don’t get up. It’s nice to meet you too, Leroy.” Shane spoke up.

Leroy looked at Shane. He was the definition of a twink; he was small, looked like five three or so. He had blonde hair which Leroy couldn’t believe it, Shane had about an inch of a very light shade of blue tips throughout his hair. Leroy was sure, Shane was hairless, Leroy even noticed Shane plucked his eyebrows. He was also white, oh my God was he white, Leroy wondered if he ever went out in the sun. Leroy could tell Shane was older than the standard twink age, Shane must want to stay youthful looking. He is so glad he doesn’t go for that look, he had to pull himself from staring and look back at Dave.

“Honey,” Dave said, and Leroy looked at him. “Not to put you on the spot, but they have come to ask us something. I told them I couldn’t agree to anything until you were up and also agreed.”

“Well if it’s a foursome, no.” Leroy laughed at his joke; they all smiled. He looked at Dave and then Terry. “What is it?”

“We were wondering if… if we could stay here for a while. We had a fire at our house, and it will take some time to repair.” Terry was looking at Leroy, and he could tell he was digesting the information and looked like he was going to refuse them. “It’s no problem, we can look for an apartment, we should have, but living out of the motel room the last few days have been a little rough.”

“How long are we thinking here?” Leroy asked.

“That is the problem. We don’t know. The insurance company is giving us the runaround, and I’m hoping it won’t take long once the repairs begin.” Terry responded.

“That’s fine.” Leroy looked over at Dave, and Dave gave a slight nod. “It might be nice having someone else around for a change instead of just the two of us.”

“Thanks, man, I hate sleeping in a motel, and I can’t fathom living in an apartment again,” Terry responded.

“No problem.” Leroy held Dave’s hand when they were sitting there talking. Terry and Shane decided they would go and grab their things from the motel and move into the room they will be using. While Terry and Shane were gone, Dave and Leroy talked.

“Is it going to be a problem, Hon?” Dave asked.

“No, it’ll be okay, really it might be nice having another couple around for a change. What does Shane do?”

“He’s a nurse at the hospital, Terry and he has been together for a year now, but they flirted for six months before Terry finally got up the nerve to ask him out.”

“He is a twink though, wow, how old is Shane, thirty?”

“Yup, I know, I was amazed Terry was into him, he always dated.” Dave laughed. “Guys that looked like me. When they started flirting, I was amazed to see Terry head over heels for him.”

“Well, I’m glad the twink type can move someone, but it never made me hot. I love what I have.” Leroy reached up and pulled Dave to him for a kiss. “Well, I would prefer them in the small bedroom, but I want to be able to paint it, so they will have to take the one across from ours.” Leroy wbyas quiet for a few minutes. “Which will suck, because I know you will try your hardest now not to make any noise, and I love to hear you moan.”

“We can tone it down for a little while, and I don’t expect them to be here that long.” Dave laughed.

“How bad was their house destroyed?” Leroy asked.

“Kitchen and living room, but the smoke and water damage is even worse.”

“So they will be here for a bit, which is okay.”

“Wow, I’m amazed you’re saying that Babe, I love you, Leroy.”

“I love you too, and this better not affect our love life,” Leroy said with a grin.

****

Over the following month, the pair did get Ankara escort to know one another well. Leroy and Shane were getting along great. In the beginning, Terry and Dave thought, Leroy and Shane weren’t going to hit it off because they tended to butt heads a lot. Dave was continually telling Leroy when they were alone in the bedroom to be kind to Shane because he was rude. Leroy didn’t know what he was talking about and kept saying he was nice, and Dave would shake his head and laugh at him.

One evening Shane had come home from a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, and Leroy was working on getting the small bedroom painted, he finally figured out what color he wanted and had everything prepped and ready. Shane walked into the house to music blaring and all the furniture from the bedroom in the living room. Shane was thinking to himself, ‘well when he decides to do something he does it thoroughly.’ Shane stood in the doorway of the small bedroom. Terry and Dave were at work, so when he looked at Leroy in shorts and a tank, he had to smile and laugh.

“Hey.” Leroy turned around when he heard someone laugh.

“You are one hair guy, shit.” Shane smiled. “So, you finally decided on a color, then?”

“Yes, I am, and yes, I did.” Leroy smiled. “You want to help, or did you get mistreated by doctors all day so you would just rather stand there and complain?” Leroy jeered.

“Yeah, I will help, let me get some old scrubs on, then I will cut in for you if you want to roll.”

“Sounds good.”

****

When Dave and Terry came in, Leroy and Shane were still working on the room, and they were talking and laughing. Dave and Terry stood at the front door listening to them, Leroy would crack on Shane about being small or weak or something and then Shane would come back with a remark like not every guy can be a big dumb military type. They would both laugh and go back to talking about anything and everything.

“I’ve got on Leroy about making fun of Shane, but it seems this is how they built their relationship, they make fun of each other and are fine with it.” Both Dave and Terry laughed and walked down the hall to look into the small bedroom.

****

Dave woke, showered, and dressed. He came down the hallway to find Terry standing in the kitchen looking into the family room.

“They are getting along better than I thought they would,” Terry exclaimed. He was looking at Shane asleep on the loveseat and Leroy on the couch. The two had fallen asleep last night after finishing the spare room.

“Yeah I missed getting cuddled last night, I was going to come out and get Leroy, but I could still hear them talking and laughing. I didn’t think they would get along this good either.” Dave walked over to the couch and bent down and kissed Leroy on the lips and sat on the very edge to finish waking him up.

Leroy stretched and looked at Dave and smiled. “Hey, Babe.”

“Honey.” Dave leaned down and kissed him again. Leroy grabbed him and pulled him over to lay on top of him.

“Take a shower with me?” Leroy asked.

“You are a little late, I have already had one,” Dave responded.

“Okay, take another shower with me?” Leroy asked. Dave got off Leroy, pulled him up, and led him to the bathroom, and they kissed as the water was warming up and stepped in. “Okay, what is going on, you look like you want to talk?”

“Honey, Terry and I, think, you and Shane are getting a little close.”

“Mmmmm, you are getting a big ass reward, now.”

“What? Huh?” Dave responded.

“My Davey is jealous of a twink. I love you.” Leroy sank to his knees in front of Dave and started kissing Dave’s cock, Dave moaned, and Leroy looked up at him. “Honey, I only have eyes for you; you never have to worry.” Leroy sunk down on Dave’s cock and started sucking him, Dave reached down and grabbed Leroy’s hair and pulled him off.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Dave turned off the shower and opened the shower door, they dried off and went to the bedroom, Leroy went to kiss on Dave, and Dave stopped him. “Honey, it’s just I didn’t think you two would become this good of friends.”

“Oh my God, you are jealous. Babe, I’m nice because they are staying here. I thought that’s what you wanted. Shane is a great guy once I got to know him. He did bug the shit out of me in the beginning, and I didn’t know how I was going to make it with him being here all the time. But Dave, you don’t have to worry, Shane a twink, I’m not into twinks. I have only have been into you.”

“But.”

“But what Babe, I’m not into him. Shane’s what five three, maybe a hundred and ten pounds. He is fragile, and I like my man solid. I love your five eleven, almost two hundred pounds of muscle. I love your green eyes, your sandy brown hair. I love when I can do this.” Leroy leaned down and licked one of Dave nipples, and he moaned instantly. “And I get this reaction out of you. Honey, you’re mine, and you’re never going to get rid of me. You do this to me.” Leroy pulled Dave’s hand down to his hard cock. “You do this, and no Ankara escort bayan one else can. I meant to come to bed last night, but I closed my eyes for a second and was out, I’m sorry. I’ll be in our bed every night if this will prove to you, I only have eyes for you, Babe.”

“I’m sorry Hon, I guess I was getting a little jealous, and I think Terry is as well. He has been commenting that you two were getting close, a lot lately.”

“Well then maybe it’s time they stop using our house as a refuge, and they get themselves an apartment until their house is done. I like Terry and Shane, but they’re not going to mess up what we have. If you’re feeling jealous, I don’t want Shane here Babe. I love you too much, to have you feel those feelings.”

“Maybe I’m just overreacting, I’m sorry, Leroy. I love you. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you for what, for speaking your mind, Babe. You did nothing wrong, and maybe I’m the one who needs forgiveness. I didn’t notice maybe I’m being too friendly or something, but Hon, I’m just friendly. I can distance myself from Shane if you need it.”

“No, that’s not necessary, maybe all the fears are really on Terry. I know you love me, and you wouldn’t do anything.” Dave pushed Leroy down on the bed and cuddled up next to him.

****

A few nights later, Leroy was thinking back to when he was eighteen when he decided to leave Dave and go into the Marines. At the time, he had told Dave he couldn’t do it any longer. He had lied telling Dave he needed to find himself and what they were doing was wrong.

He had never thought anything they were doing was wrong; he was afraid he loved Dave too much. He was also scared; one day, Dave was going to come to the reality he was more in love with a woman than a man and leave Leroy.

Dave and Leroy had been going out to the club a lot when they had both turned eighteen, and it’s when Cindy started to show interest in Dave. So Leroy always thought it was interesting it was Cindy that got and married Dave just within six months of him leaving.

Leroy himself has never been interested in the opposite sex, and never thought they were sexy or anything. Dave has always been what Leroy has wanted. Leroy hasn’t even looked at another man. Hell, if you counted all the years from sixteen on, Dave and he have been together, it’s been seventeen years, minus the two he left, so really fifteen.

The day Dave and Leroy ran into one another, after Dave was married, was a complete accident. Dave had pulled Leroy over for speeding. Dave thought he was pulling over Aaron because it was Aaron’s car, and of course, Dave was only going to give Aaron a hard time. When he walked up to the window, and it was Leroy sitting there. Both Dave and Leroy mouths dropped open. They talked, and Dave begged Leroy to meet up with him after his shift, Leroy agreed.

Leroy met Dave at the mall parking lot. They were older than the typical teens making the mile loop and talking with one another in the middle of the night. So they pulled off to the opposite side of the mall for some privacy to speak. Another police officer did pull up and asked what they were doing, but when the officer saw it was Dave, he just left them alone.

Dave finally asked if they could go to a motel to talk without being noticed, Leroy agreed and followed him. When they arrived at the motel, Leroy went into the office while Dave parked in the lot. Leroy came out, moved his car around back to a room, and went into a room, leaving the key in the door. Dave had followed him around and parked opposite of him and waited five minutes then open the door taking the key out on his way in the room.

When Dave walked in, Leroy turned around, and they both took seats on opposite beds to talk. Dave wanted to know the real reason why Leroy left. After being silent for a long time, Leroy finally told Dave he was afraid Dave was going to leave him, and he couldn’t face it. So Leroy wanted to be the one to leave first.

Dave told Leroy that Leroy was an idiot he loved Leroy more than life itself. Leroy pointed out to Dave he got married as soon as he left, and it was just a matter of time before the opposite sex would catch Dave’s eyes.

“Leroy, I loved you. I was devastated when you left me. I was stupid and married, I’m not happy with Cindy, and she isn’t with me. I’m sorry, Leroy. Please forgive me.” Dave told him as he stood, moved to the other bed, and sat with Leroy. Dave leaned into Leroy and kissed him. “I need you, Leroy, and I want you.” Leroy wrapped his arms around Dave and kissed him back.

Before they both knew it, their clothes were scattered around the room, and Leroy was looking for something they could use as lube. Leroy grabbed the little bottle of the conditioner out of the bathroom, which he was amazed the motel even provided it. Leroy had Dave on the bed and kissed him before he started kissing down his body. When Leroy reached his cock, Leroy sunk down on it and took the whole thing in at once, Dave moaned loudly. While he was sucking Dave’s cock, he opened Escort Ankara the cap to the conditioner and poured some in his hand and rubbed it in the crack of Dave’s ass and inserted one finger, and Dave was out of his mind in pleasure. Leroy inserted two fingers, and once he was pushing them in and out with ease, he added the third and made sure he found Dave’s prostate.

When he pushed against Dave’s prostate, Dave moaned and thrashed around. “LEEEROY, PLLLEEEEASSE.” Leroy knew he was ready for him, he took the conditioner and rubbed his cock with some and picked up Dave’s ankles and put them on his shoulders and lined his cock up and slowly pushed in, inch by lovely inch. At first, he could tell Dave was in pain, but he couldn’t stop himself from sliding into him when Leroy buried himself in Dave, he held tight until Dave started grinding against him.

Once he knew Dave was ready, he started his in and out movements, and Dave was moaning and thrashing. Leroy picked up speed, and that is when Dave found his voice, “Fuck me, Leroy, fuck me hard.” Leroy obeyed him and was going to town, and fucked him as hard as he could. Then Leroy pulled entirely out and turned Dave over and pulled him up to his knees, grabbed ahold of his hip and shoulder and started slamming into him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Dave was screaming each time Leroy hit his prostate.

Dave started to come, and his ass clamped down on Leroy, which caused him to go over the edge and slammed one last time into Dave. “FUCK,” Leroy screamed as rope after rope of cum coated the walls of Dave’s bowels. Dave could feel the warmth when Leroy finally released, and Dave was out of his mind, he collapsed on the bed and Leroy collapsed on top of him. They stayed like that for a long time, until Leroy soften and he pulled up then he rolled off of Dave and pulled Dave into his arms.

“Leroy, what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know, Dave, I love you.”

“I love you too, Leroy.” They laid facing one another for hours, Leroy was holding Dave, and he was stroking Dave’s hair and face, occasionally Leroy would let his hand move along Dave’s arm to his side down to his hip. Leroy truly loved Dave. Dave reached up to run his hands through Leroy’s hair. “I miss your hair.”

Leroy laughed, “You miss my hair?”

“Yeah, I don’t have anything to grab hold of now. Will, you ever get to grow it back?”

“Not while I’m in the military, I miss it too. It did suck to go from a full head of hair and the first day of basic, get it shaved off.” Leroy did love his shoulder-length brown hair, and he knew Dave loved his curls. “At least I still have all my body hair.”

“Yeah, thank God you do, I would’ve died if this was all gone. I love how hairy you are; please never shave it.”

“I was born with this hair, and I’ll die with it. I’m not going to shave or wax, to look good. What for, you love me the way I am.” Leroy then looked at Dave with a concerned look on his face. “Dave, I love you. I’ve been depressed since I’ve left you and I didn’t know how to talk to you. When my mom told me you and Cindy were happy and were thinking about children.”

“Children? That’s news to me.” Dave responded.

“Well, you are married Dave.”

“Leroy, I told you marrying Cindy was a mistake, we haven’t gotten along as husband and wife, we are more friends than anything. She keeps thinking I’m in love with someone else, and I have told her I’m not. But I am Leroy, and it has always been you. I love your brown eyes, your hair.” Dave chuckled, “Well when you had hair, I love your cock. You don’t have to worry, and I don’t think I’m bi, I don’t think I was ever bi. I think I looked at the woman more to make my mother feel better, and I think she knows.”

“What do you mean you think she knows?”

“She pulled me aside a few months ago and told me I haven’t been happy since you left. She noticed that Cindy and I act more like roommates than a married couple. I think she was hoping I was going to open up to her, but I didn’t take the chance, I just told her I was fine, and Cindy and I were going through things. Mom let it drop, and she never brought it up again.”

Leroy sort of grunted, “Sounds like your mom will take you coming out a little better than mine.”

“We don’t have to tell her Leroy if you don’t want my mom to know, I won’t tell her. I promise, but what are we going to do.”

“Well, the question is, do we want to be together, or do you want to stay with Cindy?”

“I want to be with you, Leroy, I don’t want Cindy, I will go home today and tell her.”

****

Leroy was laying on the couch in the family room when Dave and Terry walked in from their shift. There was music playing softly, Dave and Terry noticed it was on repeat, once the song ended, it started again. They stood in the kitchen talking, and then it dawned on them, Leroy wasn’t aware they were even there. They could see Leroy’s had his eyes open, but nothing was registering to him.

Dave went immediately to him and sat on the edge of the couch. “Leroy!” Leroy blinked his eyes but still didn’t look at Dave. “Leroy!” Again no reaction from him. “LEROY.” He screamed and touched Leroy on the face, which got a response out of him, he blinked several times and then focused on Dave. “Leroy?” Dave whispered.

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Dance with Me

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The Twelve Maidens

“Dancing is forbidden on the Sabbath,” said Brian, reading from the guidebook. He stood, in the warmth of the summer evening, amidst the blue meadow cranesbills and the creamy-white meadow-sweet. Their almond scent loaded the air so that it seemed drenched with sweetness.

Joe looked over the hedge at the field beyond. There was a group of standing stones, crude, rough-hewn slabs of limestone in a circle. They were grey and lichen-stained. Apart from that, the field was empty. No flowers grew; no birds sang. Just rank weeds and rye grass amidst the stones.

“Is today the Sabbath?” asked Joe, easing his back pack off a sore place on his shoulder. He and Brian had been hiking and camping for a week in the Cotswolds and, while lots of it had been fun, the days had merged imperceptibly with each other so that Monday, Tuesday etc had become indistinguishable though ‘the day the tent was trampled on by a cow’, ‘the night it had rained torrents and got into their sleeping-bags’ and the day Brian had nearly lost his left boot in a peat bog’ stood out clearly enough.

“Depends if you’re Jewish,” said Brian. “In which case it would be Saturday. Or Christian, Sunday of course.”

“What if I’m neither?” said Joe, more for the sake of carrying on the conversation than out of interest. He wanted more than anything to get into the next village, find a decent Bed and Breakfast, have a good meal and then sink into a soft, soft bed, preferably with Brian, to make gentle love until they both fell asleep. Sex in a sleeping-bag where there always seems to be a sharp stone in an inconvenient place, loses its charm after a while – however bright the stars are overhead and balmy the night air.

“If you’re a witch, there are four Greater Sabbats – Candlemas (2nd February), May Eve (30th April), Lammas (1st August), Halloween (31st October). Then there are the Lesser Sabbats which are the two equinoxes (spring and autumn) and the two solstices (summer and winter).”

“How do you know all this?” asked Joe.

Brian waved the guidebook in the air, disturbing some gnats which were making a halo round his hair. “It’s all here… Now ask me what it’s got to do with those lumps of rock over there.” He waved disparagingly at the stone circle, which did its best to ignore him – and succeeded.

“What’s it got to do . . . .” began Joe obediently.

“Ah! Thought you;d never ask. Well, according to legend, they were once twelve maidens who were persuaded by the Devil to break the Sabbath and dance. The Devil always has the best tunes, you know. They started on Saturday night – which was OK, of course – but as midnight approached, when they should have stopped, the Devil played on his violin faster and faster Ankara bayan escort . . . “

” . . . sort of Paganini,” said Joe.

“Yes, whatever, and Bingo! As the church clock struck midnight they were turned into stone – and there they remained ever since.” He paused and stared critically. “They’re not very comely wenches, sort of a bit over-weight. Oh and it says you can’t count them. Most of the time they’re twelve but occasionally there are thirteen because the Devil himself comes back from time to time to join them.”

“What a load of rubbish!” Joe shrugged off his pack and dumped it on the ground next to him. “I bet you I can count up to twelve.” He walked down the lane to where a wooden stile gave access.

Once in the field he walked between two of the stones into the circle. Near to, they were even bigger than they had seemed before, and closer together, crowding. Each must have been at least two metres high and most were a metre wide – at least at the broadest part. There was a silence all around as if the air was static, imprisoned between the limestone bars of a cage.

“They were big girls,” he remarked to Brian who had joined him. They stood in the middle of the circle but once there realised that it was hardly a true circle. The stones were scattered, some behind each other so that it was difficult to count all of them from one particular position. Added to that the sun was low behind a bank of clouds towards the west and the air was grey and crepuscular with a thin mist weaving tendrils across the grass and the furthest stones were almost invisible in the half light.

“Perhaps that’s what it means,” said Joe. “You can’t count them from one particular spot.”

“Tell you what,” said Brian. “I’ll stand here and you go round counting.” He stood with his back against a stone, his arms spread wide, almost as if he was crucified against it. The sun came out briefly from behind the clouds and lit up his blond hair, his white T-shirt, a smile that was so devilishly attractive that it could persuade Joe into doing absolutely anything. “But kiss me before you go.”

“Go?” said Joe, looking mystified. “I’m only walking around the ring.”

“Kiss me,” said Brian and there was an urgency in his tone that made Joe look at him intently. He saw the smile, the eyebrows raised quizzically, the lock of blond hair that always flopped uncontrollably over his forehead, now dyed a coppery orange by the touch of the setting sun.

Joe brushed the waiting lips with his. “A proper kiss,” demanded Brian and took him in his arms. His lips, soft and inviting, pressed like a contract against his and then opened to allow his agile tongue to enter Joe’s mouth, to find and embrace Joe;s tongue, to play up his Escort bayan Ankara hormones and arouse his prick so that their erections pressed hard against each other. Joe felt his emotions surge. This was his love, his life, his all. He had never felt like this about anyone else before – and was sure he never would again. The kiss seemed to go on for ever. The world turned but here it stayed still.

Suddenly Brian released him and Joe gasped as if he had been spurned.

“Off you go,” said Brian, “and count each one as you pass it.”

Joe stepped forward leaving Brian still with his back to the stone. He reached the next one, touched it lightly with his fingertips, feeling the hard, cool surface, the grain. “One,” he said and went on. “Two . . . Three . . . Four . . . Five . . . Six. That should be half way and he turned to look across at Brian – but already it was too dark to see him. Even the next and the last stones were just vague blurs in the greyness all around.

“Seven . . . Eight . . . Nine . . . Ten . . . Eleven. . . ” Brian should be at the next stone but there was no one there. Joe ran, touching the next one desperately. “Twelve!” and then he saw Brian, a lighter blur against the darker. “Thirteen,” he said and touched his lover’s chest.

“So the Devil is with us tonight,” said Brian and smiled, his teeth showing whiter in the dusk.

Joe felt a sudden feeling of apprehension. “How many stones are there supposed to be?” It was all nonsense of course but . . .

“Twelve,” said Brian, smiling his impish grin.

Joe felt a primeval fear twist in the pit of his stomach, the darkness, the unknown, the stones, towering around, huge, implacable – and, suddenly. too many.

Brian laughed delightedly and Joe suddenly understood. “You bastard,” he said. “You moved on one place, didn’t you?”

“Had you going for a minute!”

Joe felt a momentary spurt of anger, had a sudden urge to hit Brian, sublimated it into an embrace which practically cracked Brian’s ribs.

“Ouch,” he said, then put his arms round Joe. “Dance with me.”

“What for?”

“Just to prove that the whole thing is nonsense.”

“Of course it’s nonsense. The legend or whatever must have been invented in the 17th Century, when the Puritans were around. Those who were against dancing and singing and pictures and things. In the Old testament it was considered a good thing to dance as part of a religious ceremony. Didn’t King David dance before the Lord?”

“So . . .”

“But the stones are prehistoric. Must have been here for thousands of years.”

“Dance with me then. . .”

Joe felt the same strange sense of apprehension he had felt before. It was quite dark now and the stars pricked into Bayan escort Ankara view, one by one. Directly opposite where the sun had gone down a pale moon appeared, gibbous and bloated.

“It’s not the Sabbath. I’ve worked it out. It’s Friday.”

“It’s August 1st,” said Brian – almost triumphantly. “Lammas tide. The witches’ Greater Sabbat.” For the third time he asked, “Dance with me.”

Joe couldn’t understand why he was so reluctant. The warmth had gone from the evening as if it had been sucked away. He wanted to go to the Bed and Breakfast. Brian’s smile danced before him. It was both seductive and yet in a way, cruel. He had thought he would never be able to refuse Brian anything and yet he wanted more than anything to be away from this place. Three times he had asked and three times been refused.

Suddenly Brian whirled away. “I’ll dance on my own,” he said. Sinuously, provocatively he began to dance, his hips, his body snaking to a tune and a cadence which Joe could not hear, a rhythm of Brian’s own making. His arms and hands wove patterns in the air and his feet tapped out the beat. At first Joe was tempted to laugh but Brian’s expression made it clear that he was perfectly serious about it. The dance grew quicker. Brian turned in circles getting further and further away from Joe until the only thing that distinguished him from the stones was his motion. And then even that seemed to translate itself for, as Joe stared into the darkness, the stones themselves whirled into a vertiginous dance of their own.

Suddenly nauseated, Joe clutched onto the stone behind him, closed his eyes and felt the world settle around him. He took a deep breath and peered into the circle now lit by the moonlight.

“Brian,” he called but nothing moved. He felt anxiety in the pit of his stomach again.

“Brian, don’t be a shit.”

Joe took a step forward, Only the stones surrounded him, bleak, almost threatening – and surely too many. He felt an inrresistible urge to count them but knew he could not from a single static position. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and laid it on the stone behind him, making it secure in a crevice.

He started out, touching each stone as he passed with finger tips that crawled at the contact.

“One . . . Two . . . Three . . .”

The night around him watched him with a billion billion sightless eyes. The uncountable ages of the stones from which the circle had been built pressed on him with their billions and billions of accumulated years.

“Six . . . Seven . . . Eight . . . “

Evil and good with their separate and fallible interpretations, their myths and legends, whispered their truths and lies in his ears. The silence shrieked; the stars flared. Blindly, he reached for the next stone and the next.

“Twelve.”

Where was the handkerchief? It should be glimmering softly in the darkness.

“Thirteen.”

And there it was. The marker announcing the last stone.

“Fourteen.”

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Daniel Pt. 03

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Years passed Daniel and I played often, I sometimes came home to him naked in my kitchen or bedroom, he spent many nights in my arms, my cock lodged deep in his bowels, I must have shot gallons of cum into that boy. Daniel was offered a transfer he would be the head of his division, in a city on the other side of the country, he was both thrilled, and sad at the same time, I was more than sad, I would miss him so much he had become so important to me. He texted me

“Can I come over? spend the night? I need to talk to you, I need some input on this decision I have to make.”

“You have a key you can come anytime you want you don’t have to ask, this is why I gave you the key babe.”

Daniel arrived at six pm I knew before he got there what he wanted to talk about, or so I thought.

“Tom as you know I got this promotion, however I have to move many miles away from you,”

“Yes you told me on the phone, so what do you want to ask me?”

“Should I take the promotion?”

“Daniel you have to you will never get anywhere if you don’t.”

“But I don’t want to leave you behind, Come with me?”

“I can’t leave, you know that I have my career here, my house my life is here, I can’t pull up stakes and move miles away, starting over, I am not in my twenties anymore.”

“Tom I Love you, I can’t leave if you don’t come with me.”

“Daniel you have to move besides I’ve never said I Love you, your a good piece of ass, nothing more. We are friends with benefits, nothing more than that, you need to go, this is an opportunity of a lifetime for you.”

Daniel was in tears, I felt so bad for what I had said to him, of course I loved him, he was so important to me, it would be hell to be away from him, but I could not let him lose this chance at this golden opportunity. I held him as he wept, I looked at the wall, I would never have him in my arms again, he would not stop by, telling me about his day, his eyes lit up Ankara bayan escort as he looked at me with love, Daniel knew I loved him, I never said it aloud, but it was there, when I held him, kissed him, how I never dated anyone, I only had eyes for him, I loved this boy from day one. However, I could not ruin his chance at advancement.

Daniel spent the night but it was not the same, I only held him we did not have sex, I am sure he hardly slept all night, I know I did not get one second of sleep, I kept pulling him closer to me, how would I ever let him go? How? The day came, I drove him to the airport, the tears were flowing from both of us,

“Knock em dead Daniel make me proud to be your friend, take care of yourself, I will truly miss you.” Daniel kissed me on the neck, he even gave me a little bite, a reminder of the first time I met him, he did not say goodbye, he turned, never looking back.

I sat in my car for a half hour crying, I could not drive, I could not see, the tears were flowing, when I could finally get myself composed, I opened the window, the fresh air would help, I started the car, and drove home. The house was so empty, Daniel did not officially live with me, but he was in my home most of the time. I stood in the entrance, again I cried, falling to the floor,

“What have I done?”

I stayed there crumpled up on the floor of my entry way, crying. I finally got myself back together, went to the kitchen poured myself a glass of wine, went to take a sip, threw the glass into the sink, shards of glass flew everywhere. I went to bed, how was I going to get thru this? This bed was so empty without Daniel in it, here I was this big tough man wallowing like a baby, this was not like me crying in the car, crying in the entrance, I was stronger than all that.

I got up, cleaned up the glass in the sink, I looked out the window, I could not, I would not, leave this like this , I could not let Daniel think for Escort bayan Ankara one second I was not deeply in love with him. I booked a flight, the soonest I could get left on the Friday, I would arrive at seven pm his time, I called Daniel told him I planned to come out to see him on Friday night, my flight and hotel booked. I expected more enthusiasm from Daniel, but I had hurt him so badly, how could I have done that to him.

My flight was on time, the cab ride long and tedious, I could not wait to see Daniel again, I had a surprise for him when he came to my hotel, I got unpacked, called him,

“When can I expect you?

“Not sure I can make it I am not feeling very well.”

“Please Daniel I have a few things I have to tell you and show you, Please Please Please, come to my hotel. Don’t make me beg.”

“I’m sorry Tom but you hurt me! I am not sure its a good idea for us to see each other. I will try to meet you for lunch tomorrow, Goodnight.”

Luckily I got Daniel’s address from Peter, so I knew where he was, I got ready had the hotel clerk order me a cab, I got in, we were on our way. I was nervous, terrified, very scared he would not talk to me. When I got to his building I stood at his front stoop for a few minutes I had to collect myself before I did this, I had it all planned out, I just needed to execute it now. I rang Daniel’s apartment,

“Hello?”

“Daniel it’s me can you let me in please?”

“Tom I am not sure its a good idea for me to see you right now.”

“Please Daniel five minutes only.” There was a pause, he buzzed me in, I walked up to his suite. I knocked on the door, Daniel’s eyes were red he had been crying,

“Tom what do you want?”

“Can I come in?”

Once in the suite, I took his hand,

“Daniel I am such an idiot, no one is as stupid as I am, how could I realistically let you leave and not tell you the one thing I should have told you a long time ago.” Bayan escort Ankara I got on my knee,

“Daniel I Love You with all my heart and soul, I feel like such an asshole for not telling you this before you left, but I could not stand in your way.” Daniel tried to speak,

“Please let me finish there is more I have to say. From the first time I met you I knew I cared for you, I soon fell deeply in love with you, I am sorry, Please forgive me for being an idiot, Will You Marry Me?” I held out a ring box, a ring Daniel had pointed out long ago it being the ring he wanted to get married in.

Daniel stood there like a deer in the headlights, tears rolling down his cheeks,

“Tom can I speak now?”

“Yes please give me your answer.”

“Tom you hurt me so very badly, I could not believe you would be so heartless to not say you love me sooner, that is why I bit your neck in the airport, to remind you of our first meeting. Tom I knew I loved you then. Will I marry you? I don’t know… Yes, yes Tom I will marry you, get up, kiss me, put my ring on.” I took Daniel into my arms, his arms around my neck mine around his chest,

“I will never let you go ever again, Daniel I love you more than life itself, after I dropped you at the airport I sat in my car for a half hour crying, then again at home, and the wine glasses we bought together are now an incomplete set.”

“Daniel I am so sorry for putting you thru all this, please forgive me.”

“Tom I forgive you, I love you Tom, when can we get married?”

“Is tonight to soon?” I kissed Daniel, carried him to the bed we rolled around in our clothes, kissing, telling each other how much we loved one another. Daniel and I got naked, I only wanted to kiss, to hold him, to tell him how much he meant to me, how much I loved him. Daniel had other ideas, Daniel rode my cock like never before, he was a wild man, he made me cum in seconds, I threw him on the bed, taking his cock into my mouth, I sucked him till he blew his load, Daniel shot a massive load in my mouth, I grabbed him, we shared his load.

“Daniel I promise you this, I will never let you go again, I will also tell you every single day, I Love You.”

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Friday Night in the E.R.

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A painful beginning leads to beautiful new possibilities.

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Author’s Note

I spent a little time in the urgent care clinic recently, due to a poorly-timed bout of strep throat. As I’m sitting there in the waiting room, my mind starts turning, generating ideas. By the time I get home, the story starts forming. And, since the steroid medication meant to take the swelling down has the unintended side-effect of keeping me awake all night, I was able to get it all down in one take.

This is another slow-building romance. It’s a depressing start, but it gets better, so hang in there. It also takes place a few years from now in a not yet realized, but plausible future. It’s not sci-fi or anything, just extrapolating on current trends to come up with a legal twist. I don’t want to spoil it, and you’ll know when you get there. It’s not a major plot point, just something to think about.

I must also warn you that there’s no sex in this one. Touching, kissing, cuddling, and romance yes. But given the subject matter that introduces the story, I thought it somewhat tacky to end in a wild romp. Besides, that’s what sequels are for, right? So set your sights on slow-building lesbian romance for this one, and you’ll feel good in the end.

Enjoy,
Wax Philosophic

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The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Friday Night in the E.R.

I’m sitting in the university hospital emergency room. It’s eleven o’clock on Friday night and this is the last place I want to be. I just want to go back to my dorm, take a long hot shower, and try to forget the past twenty-four hours.

“Did you notice anything else that might help us in our investigation?” the detective asks.

“Sorry, it was dark. That’s all I can remember.”

“That’s alright Olivia, you’ve been through a lot. Once we have the rape kit checked into evidence, that’ll give us some good leads. Meanwhile, try to get some rest.” She hands me a business card. “If you think of anything, a particular sound, a smell — anything. Or if you just need to talk. We take these things very seriously.”

“Thank you.”

The detective offers her hand. “Take care of yourself, Olivia.”

The door closes. A few seconds later there is a knock, and a nurse walks in. She looks overworked, not surprising for the night shift in the ER I suppose, but she tries to put on a pleasant face for me. I think she was going for a smile, but it comes out as a sort of concerned grimace. That’s OK, I’m not really in the mood for smiling anyway. “I’m Sofia, and I’m going to get you started by taking your vitals. The doctor will be another few minutes. You OK?”

“Olivia,” I say, and shrug. “Best as can be expected, I s’pose.”

“I’m sorry, Olivia, I know this is tough. We’ll get you checked out as quick as we can so you can get back home. You got someone to give you a ride?”

“My roommate. She’s in the lobby.”

“Good. Let’s get you in this gown, and the doctor will see you. You can put your clothes in this bag, OK?”

The door closes and I am alone again with my thoughts.

“I don’t know who designs these things,” I muse, trying my best to get the hospital gown tied up. It doesn’t really matter what I do, it’s virtually impossible to not end up hanging out somewhere. “I suppose this isn’t the time to worry about modesty,” I think, while envisioning the examination that is to come.

There’s another knock on the door and two women enter. One is Sofia, who I already know. The other woman introduces herself as Doctor Dwyer. “We’ll try to get this over as quickly and as comfortably as we can,” she says. “Sofia will be getting DNA samples from your hands and face, I’ll be doing the pelvic exam. Do you have any questions before we get started, Olivia?”

“Yeah. I — I know it’s not legal anymore, but — but is there anything … I just … I really don’t want to have his baby, you know?”

“Sofia, could you excuse us for a second?” The door closes and I am alone with Doctor Dwyer. “You’re right, it is illegal now, but … well let me just say that as much as we hate to admit it, medical mistakes happen all the time, particularly in fast-pace environments like the ER. We’ll take care of you. Just promise not to sue for malpractice, OK? And we never had this conversation.”

“Right,” I say. “Thank you doctor.”

She smiles at me with genuine empathy. There’s a knock on the door and Sofia enters. She’s busy scraping under my fingernails while Doctor Dwyer has her eyes down below. The pair is very efficient, and I begin to wonder how many others like me they have seen during their careers. The exam finishes up just as the tears start flowing.

“I’ve got this, Doctor,” Sofia says. Doctor Dwyer snaps off her gloves, squeezes my hand and walks out.

Sofia helps me sit up and wraps an arm around my shoulders. She pulls a tissue from the desk, and a business card Ankara escort from her pocket. “I know this is too little, too late,” she says, “but my sister teaches self-defense classes at the Capital Club. Give her a call.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I can afford it. I’m pretty much your typical broke college student. I do all my workouts at the rec center.”

“Hang onto the card anyway. You never know, they might run a special or something.” She smiles. It was a tired smile, but genuine.

“Thank you. For everything.”

The door closes and again I am alone. I take a moment to collect myself, sigh, and make my way to the lobby.

“Love the scrubs, Olivia,” my roommate says, as she puts her arm around my shoulders in a comforting squeeze.

“My clothes are on their way to the crime lab. I’ll get ’em back eventually.”

“You need something to eat?” she asks. “I can swing through a drive through.”

“I just need a long, hot shower.”

“OK.” She takes my hand as we make our way to the parking garage. “I’m sorry this happened, Olivia.”

“Me too.”

*

Over the next several days I try my best to forget. Everyone is exceedingly good to me. My professors offer to give me incompletes for my classes if I want to head home and finish things up next semester. I decide to stay, thinking that changing my routine too much would mean that he had won. My parents support my decision, even offer to rent a hotel and stay with me as long as I need. I took them up on it for the weekend.

The rest of the time, my dorm-mates make sure I never go anywhere alone. I always have an escort of at least one or two for each of my classes and trips to the rec center. News apparently travels fast, because there are even a couple of weightlifters that offer to help me get some payback once the guy is identified. They look like they could do the job too — ROTC probably, Marines judging from their butch haircuts. I had never spoken to either of them before, but now I get a little nod every time we pass.

I think it was Thursday that I got my final piece of reassurance. This time it was in my mailbox. The envelope said Capital Club, and inside were five guest passes paper-clipped to a business card. ‘Adriana Luna,’ it read, ‘Kickboxing and Self-defense instructor.’ On the back, scrawled in blue ink, was written, ‘Payment taken care of. Call for appointment.’ I certainly hoped Sofia hadn’t paid for the passes out of her own pocket. I call the next day.

*

I arrive at my first class prepared to kick some ass. Surprisingly, there was none of that. We talk a lot about situational awareness, evasion techniques, yelling, running, calling 911. I find the yelling to be quite therapeutic, but do ask Adriana when we would be learning how to put the hurt on people. She assures me we would before we graduate, but to remember that most attackers would have a size advantage and that it’s best to avoid confrontation if at all possible.

The last week of class arrives and we’re all pretty pumped. We had learned some good places to kick, twist, and gouge, and now we were going to be putting it all together.

“That big human ball of foam over there is Dave,” Adriana announces.

Dave waves to us. Even standing at what I guessed was a little over six foot, he looks more comical than scary under all those pads.

“He works for the sheriff’s department as a K-9 trainer. I’m lucky enough to get him one night a month to help with my class. Dave’s gonna pretend to be the bad guy while you ladies practice what you’ve learned. Don’t feel like you need to go easy on him. Dave’s a big boy, and he’s got enough pads to stop an angry German Shepard. Something he does regularly anyway.”

A brief chuckle erupts, and then we line up. I watch as the ladies ahead of me take their turns shouting, gouging, kicking and twisting at Dave, before running away yelling, “Help! Somebody call 911.”

Now it’s my turn. I channel all of my rage from my recent experience and focus it right at Dave. I know it’s not his fault, but this is what we’re suppose to be learning, right? I’m screaming, “Stop! Get away from me!” at the top of my lungs. Dave reaches out with his hand and grabs me by the shoulder. I trap his hand under mine, and spin around. Yanking down hard, I put his wrist in a painful position, and surprisingly his knees buckle.

I don’t think he was quite expecting this level of commitment from me. I keep it up, sweep my leg under his feet and put him flat on his back with a look of shock on his face. Bolstered by my success, I begin kicking him in the crotch. Over and over I hear the thud of my shoe against the foam pad. “Die motherfucker!” I scream.

Everyone in the class stands in stunned silence. I look down at Dave, horrified at what I had just done. He grins and gives me a thumbs-up. I feel myself relax a little. The silence in the room is broken by a solitary slow clapping. Soon the other women join in to what quickly amounts to a thunderous applause. I offer my hand to Dave. He hops up Ankara escort bayan and claps me on the back. I don’t think he ever stops grinning.

“Impressive, Olivia,” Adriana says. “But remember, you never know when the person you come up against is going to be drunk, stoned, or otherwise feeling no pain. Run away as soon as you can and leave the rest to the officers who are trained to deal with it. Right, Dave?”

Dave just gives another thumbs-up. I am beginning to think I just made his night.

“Alright, unless anyone has any questions, you’re free to go. Remember, stay aware of your situation, and don’t be afraid to call 911. That’s what they’re here for.” Adriana waves as the class begins filing out. I get a couple of high-fives myself.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, Olivia?”

“Sure.” I watch as the remaining students drift out.

“Listen, I think you’ve got some things pent up that you might need to work through. You got anybody you can talk to? If not, you can always call me or my sister, we deal with this stuff a lot and neither of us will mind a bit.”

I think about her offer. “Everyone’s been really supportive, my parents, teachers, dorm-mates. Your sister’s great by the way. I’ve been meaning to make an appointment with a counselor at the hospital, but school’s been keeping me busy.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to get back in there and put this behind you. But make sure you make that appointment. It’s an important part of healing process.”

“I will, but I need to get back into a routine at school. I feel like if I don’t, then he wins. If that makes any sense.”

She nods. “Yeah, it does. Tell you what, if you feel like there’s anything you want to talk about now, maybe we can go get a slice. My treat. Besides, even though you’re a certified ass-kicker now, I’d still feel better if you’re not walking home alone.”

I smile. Free pizza? What college student could say no to that? “Thanks. That would be nice.”

“You like Ian’s? It’s close.”

“Sure.”

As we walk along, Adriana spills the beans on where the free passes came from. She swears me to secrecy first, and then reveals that the owner of the club has a niece who went though the same thing a few years ago. Ever since then, any cards handed out by Sofia result in free passes being mailed out by the owner.

“That’s really nice that you guys do that.”

“We each try to do our part. Gotta help each other out you know.”

We walk through the door and begin contemplating our selections. I try looking for something that has just come out of the oven and wind up choosing basil and mozzarella. Adriana gets pepperoni.

“So this is probably a totally lame question, but what are you majoring in?”

I finish chewing before answering. “Vocal music,” I say. “Probably sounds pretty boring to you. Not much ass-kicking going on.”

“Nah. You’d be surprised. I have a pretty eclectic tastes, especially when it comes to music. I particularly enjoy a capella groups that can pull off a good live performance. You know, without the benefit of Auto-Tune.”

I smile at her comment. We continue talking. Our conversation flows more easily the more we discover about each other. Even though we appear very different on the exterior, we find a lot of commonalities underneath. Eventually our plates are empty, our bellies are full, and our straws have found every last bit there is to drink.

True to her word, Adriana pays for our slices and Cokes and walks me back to my dorm. I feel safe being with her. And outside of class she is definitely interesting and fun to be around. It’s pleasant. “Thanks for the slice,” I say, “it was nice.”

“Take care of yourself, Olivia. And if you ever need to talk, you’ve got my card.”

I trot up to my room with a lightness in my step that I haven’t felt in weeks. I don’t know if it was from knowing there was someone else in my corner, looking out for me, or if it was just the way I clicked with Adriana tonight. I got the feeling she could be a good fiend. Not just someone you call up for a slice and a Coke, but someone who you can trust with secrets. Someone who won’t let you down.

I settle down to what would be my best night of sleep in weeks.

*

It has been a week since my last self-defense class. A week since pizza and Coke and thanks-for-walking-me-home. I fiddle with the business card in my hand, picking it up by a corner and letting gravity rotate it around, and then repeating. Over, and over, until — fine, I’ll call.

“Hey Adriana.”

“Hi, Olivia how are you? Need to talk?”

“Yeah.” I pause. “Nothing professional though. See — uh — I’ve got this concert thing coming up on Friday. So if you really are interested in seeing me perform …”

“Absolutely.”

I let out the breath I was holding. “I can get you a ticket. Two, if there’s someone you’d like to bring along.” I cross my fingers. “Please say no,” I think to myself. “Please say no.”

“Just one is fine. I’d like to say Sofia would join Escort Ankara me, but she works Friday nights. So it’s just gonna be me.”

I feel relief. “I can leave it at the will-call window,” I offer, “or I can meet you somewhere, maybe coffee. If you drink coffee.”

“Will-call is fine.”

Well, two out of three ain’t bad I suppose. I chalk it up as a win. “See you Friday.”

“Great. See you then.”

*

I meet up with Adriana in the lobby at our agreed-upon rendezvous point. She’s beaming. “That was cool,” she says. “You really are talented. The whole group is. I’m glad you asked me to come.”

“Thanks. I’m happy you could make it.” I smile. “Hey, you wanna go get an ice cream or something. I just feel like I owe you for the pizza, you know. Not like this is a date or anything.”

“Do you often go on dates with that much space between you? I mean it was a good seat, but still, thirty, forty feet away at least. Besides, what makes you think I date women?” She pauses to let that hang in the air. “I mean, I do, but it’s not like I go around advertising it.”

“Really?” I point out the rings on her necklace. “I s’pose you’re going to tell me you got those at the Olympics.”

“Hmm, I thought it was pretty subtle.”

“Oh, it is.” I smile. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“So do you … date women?”

“No, not usually, unless you call tonight a date, and then yes.” I pause briefly to enjoy how the light is catching in her eyes. No particular reason, I just find myself transfixed for a moment. “Anyway, I think I’m swearing off men for a while.”

She nods, and then changes the topic. “How’d you know?” she asks, fingering the necklace.

I pause, collecting my thoughts. “I had this summer job, and there was a girl I worked with. Let’s just say she was the opposite of subtle. Her necklace had big rainbow rings. She also wore a lot of flannel, drove around in an old Subaru Outback, with a pile of Indigo Girls CDs overflowing from the center console. She even claimed to have an autographed poster of Billie Jean King hanging in her closet, though I never saw it. It’s like she was purposely trying to embody the stereotype.”

“And you two never …?”

I grin. “I guess I was always a bit curious, but she was just a little too brash for me. So sadly, I’ll probably have to settle for this being my first and last lesbian date. If you can even call it a date.”

“Sure, why not. Let’s call it a date. And if you ever want to go for a second, just ring me up. Or I can call you if you don’t mind.”

“Really?”

“Yeah really. Class is over, Olivia. There’s no student-teacher impropriety to worry about anymore.”

“OK, I think I’d like that.”

“Me too.” She touches her fingers to my arm and smiles. “Thanks for inviting me to your concert. And for the ice cream.”

I pause to enjoy the warmth of her touch and smile in return. “Thanks for being there for me. It means a lot.”

I get my customary escort back to my dorm, but this time there is a little something extra. As we both stand there searching for something to say, Adriana leans in to kiss me. I’m a bit shocked, but not disappointed. Well, maybe a little disappointed that it’s only a quick peck. But there is a feeling behind it. Not so much a goodbye, farewell kiss, as a this-was-great-and-here’s-a-preview-of-next-time kiss. Without words, we go our separate ways.

Two minutes later, I pull out my phone.

“I don’t want to be too forward,” I say, “but my roommate is out of town for the weekend. If you want to come up for a beer. If you’re not too far away that is. If you even like beer.”

“I’m on my way.”

I practically skip down the stairs to meet Adriana in the lobby. I get her signed in with a guest pass, and take her hand. We walk up to my room.

“Guest pass, huh?” She says. “This is serious.”

“Whoa, slow down. I never said …”

“Relax, I was teasing. I don’t jump in the sack on the first date anyway. Not my style.”

“Second date,” I remind her, as I turn my key in the lock.

“Second date either.”

“Good,” I say, as I begin searching in the tiny fridge, hoping I really do have a cold beer ready. “‘Cause I think it’s going to be a while before I’m ready to be intimate again, even if it is with a woman.”

“I totally understand.” She takes the beer that I offer. I motion to the couch and we sit down.

It’s a good thing that Adriana is easy to talk to, because I really hadn’t planned this out very much past getting her to agree to come up here. “TV? Music?” I ask.

“Music.”

I scroll through my playlist, give up, think about Pandora briefly, and finally settle on Above & Beyond’s Group Therapy podcast. It seems appropriate, mellow, uplifting, and they’re two-hour episodes. Long enough to let me know where the night is headed by the time I have to think about choosing something else.

The night goes splendidly, I couldn’t ask for better. Adriana is a great kisser. And there are lots of caresses and reassuring touches playing accompaniment. We say nothing for a long time, letting our bodies do the talking. Finally, she whispers in my ear. “It’ll take some time, so don’t feel like you’ve got to rush anything. I’m not in a hurry.”

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Sophia, decked out in her most revealing clothes she had, descended down the stairs into Helena’s basement. She looked around appreciatively. The walls had every kind of punishment device imaginable: Whips, crops, belts, ropes, handcuffs, you name it, she had it. Sophia slowly walked around the room, trailing her fingers along some of the torture racks set up. She admired the inverted Cross frame, the various chains and bracelets hanging from the ceiling, and below them ankle cuffs. As she finished her circuit of the room, her eyes fell on the various things on the wall beside the pony.

“Oh Helena, this is going to be perfect for you my little whore.” she purred softly, and reached out softly rubbing her hand along the pony. Admiring its V shape with a softly rounded top.

“Oh yes, that little whore will never escape me again!” she laughed again, looking at Helena, “this will do just fine.”

Helena begin to think. Had her idea of role playing backfired on her? She did not like the look in Mistress Sophia’s eyes. They seemed to glow with cruelty.

Mistress Sophia walked back to her whore, slowly circling her, one finger tracing a line around her at chest level.

“Helena, are going to have so much fun aren’t we? This was a great idea.”

Standing behind her whore, Mistress Sophia reached out and yanked Helena’s tube top down to her waist. Then, raising her whore’s hands over her head, Mistress Sophia attached the overhead cuffs. Giving a good pull she made sure Helena was firmly attached and unable to escape. Mistress Sophia pulled on the chains raising Helena up and totally off her feet. Walking around behind her, she quickly striped the rest of the woman’s clothes off, leaving her hanging completely by her arms, naked and defenseless.

Mistress Sophia bent down and shackled her whore’s ankles to the floor cuffs. Helena was now completely suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, and the floor cuffs made sure she could barely move. Mistress Sophia slapped her whore’s ass in an affectionate manner, then walking around in front of her, leaned over to suck one of her taut nipples into her mouth. Looking down in astonishment at the gentleness Helena was totally confused. She grew more confused as her Mistress began to gently rub her mound, delicately tracing a path up and down her slit. When Mistress Sophia got to her knees and began to make tender love with her mouth, Helena got even more nervous. After a few more moments, Helena was racked by a pleasant yet small orgasm, and when her Mistress looked up from between her legs and smiled innocently, Helena finally understood.

Seeing the dawning comprehension in her whore’s eyes, Sophia smiled, then burst out laughing.

“Oh yes my precious whore, today is the day. Today I am going to do my best all for you. And I will fuck you my precious little one. You will never fantasize about being with another woman as long as you live.”

Smiling deviously, Mistress Sophia turned to the wall, pulling down a belt.

“And I will start slow, and work you over until you are crying and screaming, then I will continue some more. You will be pushed to your physical and physiological limit.” As she felt the first sting of the belt across her ass, Helena realized her Mistress was totally serious, and fully capable of taking over her for her sexual pleasure and needs.

“Sophia,” Helena spoke, “Are sure about this?” Of course there was no need to ask her lover that. She already knew the answer.

“Oh yes, baby. You’re mine. You strayed from me and thought you could cheat. How dare you? You must be punished, and you thought this would be a great way to spice things up. Don’t you remember my innocent little Helena?”

Helena knew how much punishment she could take, but the look in her Mistresses’ eyes scared her more than ever. She let out the usual groans expected from a whore, but her mind kept returning to the look in her Mistresses’ eyes. Slowly she felt the pain before the pleasure. Helena looked on in dismay. Her Mistress was going to treat her as nothing more than a job. Helena shivered. Looking around, she had just realized just how much torment she might be subjected to, and cried. Totally inside, not daring to show any sign weakness.

“Sophia-“

“From now on my little fuck whore, you will call me mistress.”

“Mistress, I love you.”

“Then show me!” Sophia replied angrily and fingering her.

As her Mistress slowly looked her over, Helena realized a very simple fact. Miss. Sophia would not stop. Dreading the pain coming, but willing herself to stand firm, Helena readied herself for pain, for major torture. But she knew, she KNEW that she could just hold out quivering, Helena readied herself.

Sophia just walked around the whore. The belt lashing out, striking her ass and tits, and a few times an especially hard lash between her legs. Helena would see a small smile play at the corners of on her Mistress lips each time she jumped. Sophia would Mersin Escort stop for a minute to grab her head to the side so she could give her intoxicating kisses. She would start by kissing her lips, leaving love bites on her neck and fondling with her breasts. Then she would suck, pinch and twist each of her nipples until they became erect. Sophia’s love making was enough to make anyone go wild with excitement and anticipation. It never mattered who you were, whether you were the lucky victim or a spectator.

After ten minutes, not one spot on her victim’s body had been left alone. Sophia noticed Helena was hanging a bit limp, and listened to Helena’s slow gasps. Finally, she recovered for one more round. “You have been a very good girl. Keep it up, love.” Sophia untied her young lover and laid with her on the floor. Helena was grateful that her torture had ended. Or at least it seemed that way. As the two kissed, her Mistress got an idea. She dreaded that she did more than ever. As captor had promised, it was to get worse and much more intense. Then just saying the one word needed, “toilet”

“Sophia,” Helena said shaking. “I know that you’re angry. I know that I hurt you, and I’m sorry, but does it really warrant this.”

“Don’t be disobedient with me.” Sophia said, a surge of anger went through her captor’s mind. “When I saw you kissing that woman last night. You have no idea how angry I got.”

“You made your anger quite clear.”

“Do not interrupt me! You saw no where near how clear my anger was! I could have killed you both right then and there one the spot! If you act like a lowlife whore, I’m going to treat you like one.”

With that, Sophia stripped completely, squatted over her whores mouth and began pissing. When her bladder was once empty, she waited for Helena to finish cleaning her waxed pussy of any leftover piss and come and stood up.

“Get Up!” Sophia ordered. She went over to the table, turned around looking at the various hanging bracelets and frames scattered around the room. Choosing a simple table with appropriate shackles, she ordered Helena onto it face down and secured her firmly in place.

Taking up a nice light effective whip, Sophia began to strike Helena’s ass. She set up a nice regular rhythm and made each stoke a bit harder then the last one. Soon Helena was squirming, so Sophia just beat her ass even harder with the whip. While whipping Helena’s ass, Sophia could feel herself getting wet watching how she turned Helena’s ass from white to red in moments. Sophia stopped for a moment to catch her breath, then changed whips to a heavier more painful one.

Raising her arm, Sophia let her hardest blow go, the whip cracking into Helena’s bruised ass making a sound like a pistol shot. Helena screamed which excited Sophia so much she began beating Helena all the more, moving from her ass, down her legs, and across her back. With each strike Helena would scream, and the screaming seemed to never stop, Sophia was whipping her so fast and hard. Sophia slowed the strokes when she noticed Helena was bleeding from her back and ass. Nothing too severe of course, Sophia knew what she was doing. She walked to the front of the table, grabbed Helena’s hair and yanked her up for another deep kiss, then licked her face clean of the tears.

“Mmmm… Don’t cry, love,” Sophia said with compassion, while still holding her up by the hair, Sophia didn’t spit in her face, but she did slam her face down onto the table.

Helena’s eyes grew as large as they possibly could, and then

some. She realized that this woman, her lover of more than seven years, really could be so cruel. There really was no word for it, well, except sadist. Helena knew that she was angry at her for cheating on her. She knew and she was sorry. Then comprehension hit her again. She realized this was nothing compared to whatever Sophia had planned next. Helena started to cry as she realized that she would break eventually. She was just thankful it was her Mistress Sophia that was doing the breaking, and break her, she would.

Sophia untied Helena and led her to the small table where she had been enjoying her coffee. Sophia calmly poured Helena a coffee. As she held the cup out to her whore, Sophia was very pleased indeed. Helena’s arm barely shook as she accepted the gift from her Mistress. Both of them sitting there, calmly appraising each other, and totally reveling in the shared experience. Each giving the other what was so desperately wanted, desired and needed.

Helena waited, not daring to meet her Mistress’s eyes, lest it cause another immediate punishment.

“You have done quite well… so far Helena,” Sophia exclaimed.

“Thank you Mistress,” Helena mumbled, trying to remember her place and her rights as a slave, which weren’t many at all.

Both girls just sat there enjoying the moment. So seldom does it ever occur that a Mistress may find a whore worthy of her, or a whore find a Mistress worthy of her either. Escort Mersin Both just sat there enjoying the moment. Sophia then raised her feet onto the chair looking at Helena.

“Suck me, taste me, tongue fuck me.” Sophia said.

Helena immediately dropped to her knees in front of Sophia, quickly fastening her mouth over Sophia’s pussy waiting for the golden champagne she so loved to drink from her Mistress. Sophia then reached down caressing her whore’s hair. God, Sophia thought, I am so lucky with this bitch. Easy to train, eager to please, a definite keeper she thought just as her bladder finally let loose. Sophia thrust her hips slightly forward to allow her Helena easier access, then just relaxed letting it all flow, listening to the gentle gurgle coming from between her legs. Once she was done with her toilet, and her toilet had finished cleaning her completely, Sophia stood.

“Look over there, I need you to go and fasten yourself to the new equipment.” Sophia said to Helena, looking to where her Mistress pointed, but could not understand what was so new about it.

It was just a sort of familiar box frame with shackles attached for her wrists and ankles. She was used to the cross frame, and sure this was a little different, but she was still confused. But, her Mistress had told her to, so she went over and began fastening herself down. Helena went and fastened herself down as best as she could. Now obviously she could never do all of her straps. However do you think that our devious Sophia cared? Helena was on a box frame. Very old fashioned, a simple square frame. But Sophia liked its simplicity for this reason. She had made very minor changes to it. After fastening the final strap locking Helena in place, Sophia was glad to show off.

“This is, so simple. I do NOT say it will bring out the best in you whore, I am saying though that it is the best for all around spanking and whipping. When you first look it does look like a square. But when you looked closer you see the hinges. Small hinges that would allow me to position you in nearly any way I want to.” For one beautiful, but rare moment, their eyes met.

Walking over, Sophia fastened the last cuff, making sure Helena was firmly tightened in the straps. Sophia just walked around, slowly circling her whore, enjoying her attentions. Going back to her table, Sophia picked up a riding crop, and strode back to Helena. As tears roll down the whore’s face, Sophia began to whip her breasts with the riding crop. Smashing her nipples with the crop brings a delightful scream from her whore’s throat exciting Sophia even more and causing her to redouble her nipple whipping. After a few minutes, Helena’s breasts are bright red, bruises forming, and a little bit of blood trickles from one breasts. They are completely marked by her Mistresses lashings.

Putting the crop down for a moment, Sophia leans into Helena and licks the tears off her face. Digging her fingers into Helena’s breasts, Sophia steps back pulling the whore’s breasts out as far as they will go. Helena just whimpers. Sophia leans forward again and bites down hard on one nipple, her right hand going between her whore’s legs to rub her mound. Sophia slides two fingers into her whore’s moist pussy and begins finger fucking her. Kneeling down, she begins to suck on Helena’s clit, her fingers pumping in and out of the whore’s pussy. Helena begins moaning louder and louder, her juices wetting her Mistresses face and hand, then she lets out a scream as she comes. Then she lets out a shriek as she feels her Mistress bite down hard on her outer labia. Sophia stands and rubs her wet face against the whore’s lips.

“You are doing splendidly, I am very proud of you.” Kissing her softly on the lips Sophia whispers to Helena.

Helena’s eyes brim with tears of happiness as she gazes back into her loving Mistresses eyes. Sophia picks up the crop and begins rubbing it between Helena’s legs. Soon Helena is orgasming again, her juices soaking the riding crop in her Mistresses hand. Sophia raises the crop to her face and licks some of the whore juice, then presses it to Helena’s face and watches her lick it totally clean of her juices.

Sophia steps back and goes behind Helena. Raising her arm she begins raining hard blows on Helena’s back. Striking her across her shoulder blades, and down to her ass and back up. Sophia keeps up her beating until Helena starts to go a bit limp, but Sophia does not stop. Her whore was still screaming so beautifully. Sophia feels herself getting wet as nice large bruises form on Helena’s back. Some of her blows were harder than she realized as some of the welts are bleeding slightly. Her arm finally grows tired, so Sophia stops and moves to Helena’s front, pulling one of her nipples out as far as it will go, she kissed Helena, then heads back towards her table to sit for awhile. Sitting down, catching her breath she admires her handiwork. Helena is standing again, her face has one bright red welt across Mersin Bayan Escort it, and below her neck it is a mass of welts and bruises. Sophia just loves the way Helena looks at her waiting, she knows there will be more punishment shortly.

Finally, getting her breath back, Sophia takes another sip of coffee and looks at her beautiful whore Helena. Still tightly bound to the box frame, she seems to have recovered nicely and her eyes are glowing with pain pleasure and lust. Sophia is very pleased with her whore’s reactions and can’t wait to get started on her again. Standing Sophia heads over to the table and grabs a different whip. This one has long slender horse hair attached to the handle. Just perfect for breaking skin lightly, and of course pain. Sophia startles Helena as she grabs the side of the frame and tilts it backwards. Helena obviously did not notice the changes her Mistress had made to it. Tilting it back until Helena upside down, Sophia stepped back and enjoyed the moment. Her whore totally helpless before anything her mind could devise to do to her.

Not able to wait any longer, Sophia went around to face Helena’s ass, and immediately began whipping her ass with the new whip. Sophia could see Helena’s ass cheeks clench tightly with the pain. She was obviously surprised this whip could hurt so much. Sophia kept up a repetitive whipping against her ass, delighting in the sounds of the whip making it swooshing noise as it headed towards Helena, then the final whack as it cracked firmly into her flesh. Soon Helena’s ass was even more red than before. Partly because of all the small cuts that now appeared across her ass, the blood slowly dripping down her back and onto the floor where Helena could see it. Going back to the table, Sophia dipped the horse hairs of the whip into her bowl of vinegar, spreading them around to get fully covered, then headed back and began an even stronger, harsher whipping of the whores ass. At the first strong slash of the whip against her ass, Helena let out a very satisfying scream. The whip bruising and lightly cutting her flesh, and the vinegar going into the cuts already there.

Enjoying the new screams and groans, Sophia kept up the whipping, only pausing now and then to put fresh vinegar on the whip ends. Soon Helena’s screams got a little fainter. She was once again becoming used to the pain, or ready to pass out. Sophia didn’t really care which, she just wanted to hear some more screaming from her wonderful pussy whore. She headed back to the table, and after placing the whip back picked up a candle and lighter and headed back to Helena’s ass. By now Helena was crying and sobbing making a puddle on the floor with her tears. She was trying to twist in her bonds to see behind her as to what her Mistress was doing, but all she could see were Sophia’s feet. Using the small amounts of fresh blood still leaking from Helena’s butt cheeks, Sophia lubricated the long thick candle, then inserted the bottom slowly into Helena’s ass. As she felt it begin to enter her asshole, Helena let out another piercing shriek and began bucking wildly. Sophia had carefully chosen a candle that was just a bit wider than the entrance to Helena’s anus.

Letting the candle pop out, Sophia slapped Helena’s ass a few times with her right hand as hard as she could. Then, rubbing the candle with the bit of blood on her palms from the spanks, Sophia gently placed it at the entrance of Helena’s asshole and just waited. slowly Helena’s sobs decreased and then finally stopped. Sophia squeezed Helena’s cheeks gently and began licking her buttocks and anus, gently nipping her way around each sex cheek. As she felt Helena slowly relax, Sophia suddenly grabbed the candle in both hands and slammed it into Helena’s ass driving it into her ass halfway up the candles length. Helena’s newest screams of pain were a total delight to Sophia’s ears. The candle was definitely too wide for Helena, and she felt like she was being ripped wide open. But her Mistress had guessed the width quite correctly and it stretched her ass too its absolute limit with a bit of bleeding but no real damage. Waiting for her whore to slowly get accustomed to the candle sticking proudly out of her butt, Sophia absent mindedly played with Helena’s obviously very aroused pussy. When Helena’s cries had finally changed to a mild sobbing, Sophia lit the candle, smiling when Helena shuddered at the sound of the lighter sparking to life. Making sure the candle was well lit and went back to her chair and coffee and waited for the next round of pain and pleasure to start. Sophia sipped her coffee enjoying the fact that Helena knew she was nowhere near her, and therefore was totally unprepared for anymore pain.

Waiting until she could see a wax dripping halfway down the candle, Sophia started tapping her fingers on the table. She knew this would make Helena relax just that tiny bit more knowing her Mistress was still across the room. Watching that nice fat bead of wax slowly drip down the candle was also getting Sophia extremely aroused, anticipating the screams from her whore when the hot wax settled onto her sensitive fuck hole. Sophia actually shuddered in delight at the thought wetting herself even more.

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