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Note: You will enjoy this story more if you have read the previous two installments. Again, all of the characters are 18 or over and you should not read the story if you do not enjoy writing that deals with bodily functions.

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Andrea Creighton, who taught history at the preparatory academy, was quite excited when Carol Stephens invited her to play for what sounded like a whole weekend when her husband and son would be away. Andrea couldn’t wait to tell her friend Linda Steele, also a teacher—Linda taught English—who used notes home as punishment, to tell her about the fun that was in store and to invite her along. After all, Carol’s daughter Gloria would be there, so Andrea figured she might as well bring a friend along—especially if things went too far.

Just to maintain the spirit of the new friendship, Andrea took out her notepaper and penned a short note to Carol:

“Dear Carol,

“Thank you so much for your kind invitation which I gladly accept. I do hope you will in turn be pleased to welcome my friend Linda, also a teacher here, who shares our mutual interests.

“Fondly,

“Andrea”

She gave the note to James Stephens to take home to his mother and being in a kind mood, told him that he should not worry about it because it did not involve him at all.

“Well, if it doesn’t, Miss Creighton, then why do I have to take it home to her?” James asked, more out of fear that his teacher was purposefully misleading him into taking word of his own impending discipline home to his mother.

“James, you will have to trust me,” Andrea smiled. “I’m sure you don’t really want me to write her a note that will result in what happened the last time I did that, now do you? And do you want me to give you another bad conduct mark—you know that if you get three more, you will get a failing grade? “

James blanched and took the little pale green note envelope and put it in his backpack and left without continuing the conversation.

When he reached home, he found his mother in her bedroom and was surprised that she came and opened the door in just her matching bra and panties.

James drew a deep breath but his mother smiled and said, “I know you’ve seen your girl friends wearing just underwear, James, so don’t look so surprised at seeing your old mom like that.”

“Oh, Mom,” James exclaimed, “it’s just….you look so cool in your undies.” He smiled a shy smile.

“Well, it does make me feel better that my son thinks his mother is hot,” Carol replied, “so what did you come up here for?”

“Oh,” James said hesitantly, “Miss Creighton gave me another note for you. She said it wasn’t anything about me, so I hope I’m not in trouble.”

Carol took the note and opened the little envelope and quickly read Andrea’s note. “No, James,” she said, trying to keep her face from showing surprise, “this does not have to do with you so don’t concern yourself about it. Now you can go back to whatever you were doing and let me get dressed.”

James left and Carol looked down to check that what she thought had happened did, as she now had a large wet spot at the bottom front of her panty crotch, which obviously came from her excitement at being seen in bra and panties by her son.

She sat down at her desk and wrote a short responsive note:

“My Dear Andrea,

“You and Linda are most welcome to join Gloria and me tomorrow night. Please come by for cocktails at 6:30 and after that…

“Fondly,

“Carol”

She called James back, after she had slipped into a pencil skirt and smart chenille blouse.

“James,” she said, “I need for you to take this note back to Miss Creighton first thing in the morning when you go to school. As I said before, the contents do not concern you and so don’t stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong. Am I understood?’

The sharpness in her tone made James realize he had better follow her instructions and he did just that. He knew that his mother was always ready to give him a spanking which made him quite respectful in her presence.

Andrea Creighton had just settled behind her desk in her classroom when James entered. She enjoyed seeing his obvious discomfiture at having to see her after she had seen him punished so graphically the other evening at his home.

“Miss Creighton,” James said, “I have a note for you from my mother.” He handed it to her and before she could embarrass him, walked directly to the door.

“James!” Miss Creighton said in a stern tone. “Come back here!”

Now urfa escort James was afraid he was in for it. He turned and slowly walked back to the teacher’s desk.

“You almost earned yourself a mark, James,” Andrea said rather bluntly. “However, you may go, James,” Andrea smiled. “In future, however, you will learn to wait politely when you have been asked to deliver something to me. That way, I may decide if I wish to hand you a response to deliver. That is all, you may go.”

James found himself getting very excited as he walked out of the room. Despite the pain and shame Miss Creighton had caused him to suffer at the hands of his mom punishing him, with the pretty young teacher looking on, he found her very attractive and even found himself drawn by her strict demeanor. He began imagining what she looked like in her panties and were they the thong kind or bikinis or…like the little pink highcuts his big sister Gloria wore. He had a pair of Gloria’s undies in his own desk at home which had been the recipient of quite a few bursts of his cum…

He hoped that Gloria and his mother were unaware that he had taken his sister’s panties because Carol had hinted to him that she was thinking of giving Gloria full responsibility for him, which would include the authority to spank him. He was afraid of how embarrassing it would be to have his big sister fill that role but he also was thinking about what it might be like to lie across her lap and be able to gaze at her lovely legs…and maybe more.

***

Andrea Creighton packed up her briefbag after school and started off to her car. At the same time, her friend Linda Steele was also emerging from the women teachers lounge and waved to Andrea.

“How do you think we should dress for this, Andrea?” Linda, whose brunette curls had been trimmed into pleasant bangs, inquired.

“Oh, I think Carol Stephens would like us to appear conservatively as the teachers that we are,” the flaming red-haired Andrea responded. “Just for fun I thought I’d put on the seamed hose I picked up last weekend.”

Linda smiled. “You think she’s into teachers?” she chuckled. “I think she’s likely just into girls.”

“Let’s go together anyway,” Andrea suggested. “I’ll pick you up at sixish, sweetie.”

Linda smiled her assent and headed for her own vehicle.

They arrived promptly at Carol’s home at about 6:30, or a few minutes later so as not to seem anxious. Carol opened the door and kissed each of the women on her cheek and smilingly ushered them into her spacious living room.

“My daughter Gloria will be down in a moment,” she said, “so in the meantime, how about a nice Cosmopolitan for openers?”

Neither Andrea nor Linda drank much but the idea of the now fashionable ladies’ drink made them both feel warm and happy so they quickly both nodded yes to Carol’s suggestion.

She disappeared and returned quite soon with the drinks, in stylish old-fashioned cocktail glasses.

There were a total of four glasses, with Carol and Gloria obviously joining their two guests.

Gloria then appeared, said hello to both Andrea and Linda, who had not had Gloria as a student since she had graduated two years ago before they were hired at the school.

They both warmed to Gloria’s winning smile, despite being somewhat fazed by her overwhelming good looks, beginning with her blonde head of hair and lovely figure. Gloria also wore perfect stylish suede heels, which made the teachers’ nice but standard burgundy pumps look slightly plain.

“Well, ladies,” Carol began, “we have this house to ourselves all weekend. I told my husband that I did not expect him to return until late Sunday and he understands that I do not brook any kind of surprise appearances.”

When she saw Linda give Andrea a funny look, she motioned to Gloria: “Gloria, tell them what happens.”

Gloria blushed slightly but said plainly to the teachers, “You should know that Mom is in charge in this house and both Dad and James have felt her cane on their bare bottoms.”

Linda and Andrea laughed and Linda rose to take Carol in her arms. The well-dressed Carol welcomed the show of affection and Gloria motioned to Andrea to join them both on the expansive couch.

Soon they were entwined in each other’s arms. Gloria reached over to unbutton Linda’s smashing navy blue blouse and unzip her grey flannel pencil skirt. This disclosed some lovely matching pale mauve lingerie that Linda had on. At the same balıkesir escort time Carol reached to remove the taller Andrea’s top and unbuttoned her short skirt.

“Oh, you have such lovely legs, Andrea,” Carol gushed. Andrea did look quite striking in her pale blue lingerie complete with garter belt holding up the dark seamed hose. Then Andrea turned to her and helped Carol out of her purple one-shoulder sheath by unzipping her in the back and slipping the dress down and off, leaving Carol in bra and panties just as James had seen her, all white and clean-looking.

Linda reciprocated with Gloria, who had on a stylish white top and black leather mini. Unlike the others, except for Andrea’s seamed hose, Gloria had had pantyhose on, which Linda carefully rolled down.

***

“I think we should give you ladies first crack, so to speak,” Carol said, “since as teachers, you only are able to send us those lovely notes instead of taking the miscreants across your laps.”

She stood up in her white bra and panty set and walked over to Andrea, who was seated in an armless chair. Without further ado, she carefully placed herself across the history teacher’s lap, right over her seamed hose tops.

Andrea gently patted Carol’s pantied bottom and then fell into the role they both were expecting.

“I’m sorry that I have to discipline you now, Carol,” she intoned, “but you have been teasing the boys all day and have earned yourself a good old-fashioned bottom warming.”

“And if you know what’s good for you, you will behave yourself for the rest of the week because on Friday, I will be marking the report cards and you will be very close to receiving a failing grade in Conduct,” Andrea continued.

With that as her introduction, Andrea slipped down Carol’s full-sized white panties and began spanking Carol’s ample bottom. She noticed that James’s mother had some very prominent hairs deep between her bottom cheeks and after quite a few spanks had reddened Carol’s cheeks, Andrea decided a bit of humiliation was in order.

“You know, Carol,” she said, “you do need to clip those hairs between your legs and especially in the back here.” As she said this, the leggy history teacher softly inserted her index finger right into Carol’s winking little brownish anal rosette!

It was amazing to all of them that when Carol was permitted to rise and thank Andrea for taking the trouble to discipline her, there were tears in the dominant mom’s eyes.

Next up was Gloria, who crooked her little finger to summon the attractively dark-haired English teacher, Linda, to become the next subject of punishment. Gloria reveled in the realization that she was a few years younger than Linda.

“Young lady,” Gloria said in a deep voice, affecting a very commanding air, “your behavior has been reported to the principal as being quite unladylike. So she has instructed me to impose appropriate discipline so that you remember not to sit in front of your class with your panties on full display.”

Gloria very ceremoniously patted her lap and Linda placed herself over it. When Gloria tugged down her pink panties, the 21-year-old added with a smile, “And in future if you do not correct your behavior, you will be showing off your bare pudenda rather than your pantied crotch, Missy.”

She began spanking Linda in rhythm, and did not hesitate to reach between the English teacher’s legs to discern the degree of wetness that was spreading from her aroused genitalia.

“It seems from the way you are quite wet down there, Linda, that this punishment is turning you on,” Gloria said. “As a result, you will stand and bend over the couch and present your bottom for the cane.”

Linda did a double-take but stood and followed Gloria’s directions. The blonde dominatrix produced a thin cane and began applying it slowly to all parts of Linda’s already red bottom which began to show the characteristic white lines of the stinging instrument.

Finally, Linda was allowed by Gloria to rise and kiss the rod that had punished her. She also was directed to bend down and kiss Gloria’s nether lips in a show of obeisance which she did.

Upon rising, she crooked her own finger at Andrea, who was now due for punishment. Linda found the prospect of punishing her friend challenging. Andrea was tall and red-haired so Linda managed somehow to get her positioned well across her lap and decided to up the ante by inserting a fig—in this case, a glycerin suppository trabzon escort rather than ginger stick—in Andrea’s anal opening.

“That’s to make sure you don’t clench, like some little school girl,” Linda said deprecatingly. “We expect more of our teachers,” she went on. Andrea cried out at the unexpected invasion but accepted the discipline.

Linda then began castigating her with a small martinet, but one with tails that readily swept between Andrea’s spread legs to attack her most sensitive places.

“Ow,” Andrea cried, “that one nipped me right on my button!” Linda smiled in contentment at her success.

Finally, it was Carol’s turn to discipline her golden-haired daughter. “Gloria,” she intoned, “you have been getting far too big for your britches. We will have to get you measured for a grade-school uniform.”

She placed Gloria over the end of the couch and began applying a nasty-looking little black fiberglas rod to her daughter’s white bottom cheeks. Soon Gloria’s bottom was quaking and her cries were becoming louder.

***

After this all four returned to Carol’s commodious kingsize bed in her well-appointed bedroom. Any remaining items of lingerie had been removed and all four women were in the altogether. They positioned themselves on the bed and Carol began caressing Linda’s nice 36C breasts as Gloria petted Andrea and applied her talented fingers to the tall redhaired teacher’s vulva.

Suddenly Andrea jumped up and looked at Carol and Linda. “That thing is working,” she said quietly, “Where is the bathroom?”

Carol smiled and pointed to the child’s wooden potty that she had placed on the floor.

“It will be far more fun for all of us if you go ahead and squat on that and do your business, sweetie,” she chuckled.

Andrea’s face now was as red as her hair but she somehow bent her long legs and managed to squat on the humiliating potty. It was highly amusing to see the somewhat dignified teacher squatting on the small wooden potty with her legs wide apart and all of her intimate charms between them on total display. Her red pubic hair was matted from her previous excitement and she cringed as she released her urethral sphincter and her pee flow pinged on the base of the potty.

All too quickly, all heard the familiar sounds of expelled gas and then the plopping sound of turds emerging from her anus and hitting the inside of the potty, along with the sound of her released pee stream.

“Don’t worry,” Carol advised, “you’ll not be the only one who gets to use that tonight.”

Gloria took some pity on the tall red-haired Andrea and took the wooden potty from her to the bathroom where she emptied its contents into the toilet and flushed it all away. She was pleased to return with the cleaned potty, mostly because the smell had been awful.

Carol and Gloria proceeded to indulge in some serious lovemaking with each of the two lovely teachers. The latter reciprocated by lavishly tonguing the intimate areas between their hostesses’ legs.

Soon everyone had been treated to several delightful orgasms and all were lying with legs splayed across the bed. It was a sight to behold: Gloria and Linda had shaved their pussies so that their labia were quite visible while Andrea’s were hidden beneath her gorgeous red muff and Carol’s under her plenteous dark pubic hair.

Mostly, everyone was tired and ready to sleep for a time although lovemaking would occur all through the night whenever two arose at the same time to pee.

Gloria and Andrea, visiting the bathroom together, found that they both enjoyed pee games as they changed positions so each could release the contents of her bladder into the other’s waiting mouth. Gloria was surprised at the saltiness of the history teacher’s pee and Andrea enjoyed licking Gloria’s pretty bare labia dry. She sensed Gloria’s clit rise and get hard so she merely flicked at it with the tip of her tongue until the petite blonde orgasmed and released some of her own sweet nectar.

The next morning, all four washed themselves and each other in Carol’s expansive shower.

“This is like girls’ camp all over,” Linda exclaimed, “only they were not too keen on us licking each other’s pussies back then,’ she grinned. The women helped each other on with their clean underwear and clothing and sat round Carol’s dining table as they breakfasted.

“This was quite intense,” Andrea commented to no one in particular. “Carol, you have a wonderful place here but next month, Linda and I would like to reciprocate. Our apartments are not so spacious but I hope we can make up for that in our…shall I say, enthusiasm.”

Then she opened her handbag and extracted four sets of pink ruffled panties. “I did bring one of these for each of us and hope you will have them on when we next gather at my place,” she smiled.

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I’m Now Called Dee Ch. 04

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Work wise nothing really changed, although I identified and talked more with the other women. One day as I headed to the toilets, I was so engrossed in talking with Pamela and Christine and it wasn’t till we were all in the Ladies that we realised my mistake. I started to splutter an apology and the two of them giggling playfully pushing me back, Pamela’s hand landing on my ‘breast’. She faltered, the look on her face changing just briefly, then carried on as if nothing happened.

I fled to the Gents, plonked myself on the toilet, no hovering today. I sat there for about twenty minutes, worrying, would she tell, what if management got to hear? I couldn’t stay in there all day, but I was a nervous wreck. I got back to my desk, luckily it was a quiet morning, only one call for assistance. I let one of the others deal with it, I couldn’t concentrate.

Lunch time came and I walked to the cafe. Just my luck, Pamela and Christine were in the queue. I had to face this, going up I started apologising again.

“Don’t fret, we were so busy talking, it was an easy mistake to make,” said Christine.

I looked at Pamela, and while Christine’s attention was distracted, choosing her lunch. Pamela put her finger to her lips, mimed shush and zipped her lips.

I mimed back, “thank you.”

I was relieved, but that had been too close. I was going to have to watch my step.

Back home I told Kate. She told me not to worry, it sounded as if Pamela wasn’t about to tell anybody. We went for a walk in the evening as I got my head back together.

The neighbours had got used to seeing Kate and Dee around, and just assumed that Dave had moved out and Kate had a new partner. In a way that was true. We stopped and chatted with our neighbours and other friends we met while out. By the time we got home I was feeling better.

Work carried on as if nothing had happened, the sky didn’t fall in on me.

Saturday after yet more shopping we stopped at our favourite cafe for lunch. As we entered I saw Pamela inside with a friend.

Turning to Kate I whispered, “that’s gaziantep escort Pamela from work, what should I do, ignore her?”

“No, best say hello. May as well be open, it’s too late to keep secrets from her, and she may be a useful ally.”

“Hello Pamela,” I said, approaching her and leaning in to kiss her on both cheeks.

Pamela, not surprisingly, looked confused.

“You remember last week when I was playfully pushed in the toilets?”

“Oh,… yes sorry my mind was on other things, and I didn’t cotton on. How are you Da…”

“Dee and I have been shopping. I’m Kate by the way.”

Well handled Kate, I thought.

“Hi, this is Yvonne. Are you Dave’s wife? Did you leave him at home?”

“Yes, I wanted to have a girly shopping day, and Dee was happy to come with me. By the way Dave came home a little down in the dumps the other day, is something happening in work that we should be worried about?”

“Oh no, nothing that I know of, but I’ll keep my ear to the ground. The girls in the office like Dave, he is so much more approachable than the other guys. We were saying how much happier and smarter, he seemed lately.”

I could see Yvonne losing interest and said, “enough talk about work, I’m sure Yvonne isn’t interested.”

We had an enjoyable lunch and natter with Pamela and Yvonne, I went home feeling a lot happier about work knowing I had somebody looking out for me.

A couple of weeks later we’d decided we were going clubbing, but we both needed something to wear.

I was in the bathroom getting ready, I heard the doorbell ring. Kate answered it, I heard voices, then feet rushing up the stairs. Ellie, Kate’s 18 year old sister burst into the bathroom, pulling down her jeans and panties, plonked herself on the toilet and started peeing.

“Hi Dave,” she said.

Kate from the doorway shouted, “I told you to wait, you can’t just burst in like that.”

“Why? I was bursting for a pee.”

I was mortified, trapped, in a small bathroom, between the two of them. konya escort When Ellie burst in I was wearing pale pink sheer panties and matching bra into which I’d been adjusting my forms.

“Can I crash in your spare room, I’m knackered, I’ve been out all night.”

This was surreal, I was standing there like the cartoon character, Jane, trying to cover her nakedness. As if that would make any difference, I couldn’t have been any more exposed if I tried.

“Where have you been? What have you been up to?” said Kate.

As she stood and wiped herself, wriggling back into her jeans, she said, “nice tits Dave, or is it Davina?”

“She’s called Dee and don’t change the subject. Does mum know what you’ve been up to?”

“Dee? Cool… I told mum I was staying over with you.”

“Ell!” said Kate exasperated, “what if mum rang, you could have at least warned me!”

“I didn’t think about it, she just asked where I was going and I said the first thing that came into my head.”

“That’s the problem, you never think.”

“Do mum and dad know about you and Dee?” Ellie said pushing me out of the way so she could wash her hands.

“Not yet, and don’t you go telling, we’ll tell them when we’re ready. Which of your boyfriends were you with last night?”

Conversations between Kate and Ellie always went off in different directions, I could very rarely keep track of what was what. Ellie liked to shock, saying the first thing that came in her head, never sugar coating what was on her mind.

“Both, but I dumped Brian. Gave him a hand job, making sure he came all over his trousers, then I wiped my hand on his shirt and told him to get lost.”

“Ellie! I didn’t need to know that!.. Are you taking precautions?”

“Of course, they can finger not fuck me.”

“That is NOT what I meant and you know it!”

“I’m going to crash in your spare room.”

“Ellie, you’ve not answered my question.”

“Yes yes, I’m on the pill, but I’ll suck not fuck them.”

“Stop trying to wind me up, kayseri escort it won’t work… Do you…”

“Swallow? Yes, don’t you?”

“None of your business.”

“Oh it’s OK for you to want to know about my sex life?”

“She has a point,” I croaked.

“You keep out of this, she’s my sister and I’m just concerned about her safety,” Kate shouted.

I should have known better and kept quiet, they weren’t really arguing but sometimes you wouldn’t know. They were as thick as thieves and always looked out for each other.

“What do you guys do, are you like lesbians or does she still stick it in you and give you a good shafting?”

“Ell! Where did you learn such language?”

“Oh I hear the boys say things like, I’d give her one, I’d like to give her a good shafting or I’d fuck her. They boast about how they gave a girl a screaming orgasm, when the most they did, was a clumsy fumble.”

“Yes I remember that. Sorry to disappoint you, men do improve, but it’s only a better fumble. They never really understand, that’s what I liked about Dee, maybe it was her feminine side coming out. Now it’s time you got some shut eye.”

At last we were moving out of the bathroom and I could escape to the bedroom, but I could still hear them in the spare room.

“I’ll ring mum and let her know your here. Dee and I are going shopping for something to wear when we go clubbing tonight.”

“Where are you going?”

Kate told her.

“Oh that’s a gay and lesbian club, can I come? Your going on the pull aren’t you.”

“No you can’t come, and if you turn up, I’ll tell them your underage.”

“Spoilsport, I’m only thinking of your safety.”

“Cheeky. Bed now.”

“Mum won’t mind.”

“Won’t mind what?”

“About you and Dee, dad might take a little more convincing, but he’ll come round. You still haven’t told me what you do.”

“That’s between us and none of your business. We have a loving relationship that’s all you need to know.”

By the time she got back to our bedroom, I was just finishing off my makeup.

“She might be a brat at times, but she’ll keep schtum.”

On the way out we looked in on Ellie, she was dead to the world. When we got back home, she’d gone, tidied up after herself and left a note ‘enjoy yourselves and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!’

She wasn’t such a bad girl, but we could now get ready in peace.

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Fellatio , White Women Pt. 03

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This material represents the property of Liclovely, Inc. This part picks up where Part 2 left off…you might want to re-read the ending of Part 2. Sorry, it took so long…I lost the story and had to redo it!

Friday night

The first thing Janet noticed was the candlelit darkness of Vaughn’s bedroom as she made her way into the room. She noticed Erica’s reclining form on the king-sized bed. She was on her back with her legs spread. She appeared to be dozing. What drew Janet closer to the bed was the sight of Erica’s cunt! Her cunt lips were wet, swollen and misshapen! Her entire genital region, from just below her belly button to her ass cheeks, glistened with wetness! Janet licked her lips and looked at Vaughn. Vaughn had to smile inwardly at the sight of Erica’s swollen and beat up pussy. He could do damage when he put his mind to it! Janet gently made her way to the bed and climbed on it and slowly crawled towards Erica’s spread thighs. Vaughn noticed Janet’s bountiful asscheeks jiggling and swaying sexily as she moved closer to Erica.

Janet noticed the overpowering smell of Erica’s freshly fucked cunt! The musky aroma of Vaughn’s plentiful cum filled her nostrils as she approached Erica’s relaxed and spread thighs! She stopped for a moment to take in the scene of Erica’s messy pussy slowly leaking his cum! For a millisecond, she hesitated, wondering if she could actually engage in a girl-girl scene with her best friend. Her breath quickened, imperceptibly.

At that moment, Erica opened her eyes at the sensation of air cascading across her tender and still throbbing pussylips. Her eyes moved from the ceiling…to the fan…then to Vaughn’s smiling countenance. She smiled back yet continued to notice cool air shooting across her wet cunt. It was then that she quickly cast her eyes downward and noticed Janet squatting with her face between her open thighs… her face, mere inches from her cunt! Erica experienced a brief moment of shock at first but as Janet longingly gazed at her pussy, shock gave way to desire. As wild as her past sexual escapades had been, she had never been with another woman.

‘My pussy must look a mess after the fucking Vaughn just gave me!’, she thought.

Janet continued to stare at the drooling/dripping mess before her eyes. Erica’s meaty pussy lips were swollen and wet. They flapped back against her mons and revealed a pussyhole gaping open about the circumference of a quarter! She could see a pool of cum resting far back in the beat-up depths of her friend’s pussy. Suddenly and without warning, she heard…

“You going to stare at my pussy all night or were you thinking about eating it?” Erica said deeply and seriously.

Janet’s eyes shot upward to find Erica staring at her. She noticed that she hadn’t closed her thighs or moved to get away from her. “A-Are you sure?” Janet asked somewhat timidly.

“Are YOU sure?!” Erica replied firmly.

Janet slowly smiled and arched her brow. She then slowly dipped her fingers in the puddle of Vaughn and Erica’s combined cum that surrounded Erica’s asscheeks, and brought her fingers to her bald, battered cunt. She then began to tenderly rub the gooey mixture onto Erica’s still hypersensitive mons and pussylips. She scooped up more of his cum and continued to rub in a gentle circle around her entire pussy massaging it!

“Mmmmm…yesss…uhhhhmmmmm…” Erica moaned while looking at Vaughn.

Vaughn knelt onto the bed and reached for Janet’s head. He slowly yet methodically entangled his fingers into her hair. After establishing a firm grip on her skull, Vaughn began to gently push her forward towards Erica’s waiting pussy! Janet didn’t resist in the least…in fact, it was just the push she needed! Brownish lips framed the deep pinkish red of Erica’s opening. The heat of her pussy could be sensed as she neared it. The center pulsed as Janet moved within inches of her opening. As her lips came into contact with Erica’s pussy for the first time (and any woman’s, for that matter), she planted a tentative full-mouthed kiss upon her friend’s soft, sloppy and swollen pussylips. Erica cried out her pleasure as her thighs quaked, slightly.

Janet began to gently lick the tenderized pussylips of Erica’s cunt, running her tongue over and between her gaping cuntflaps. The taste of a woman was new to her. The added spice of Vaughn’s spunk made the concoction unbelievably delicious! The consistency of her juices was like warm syrup. She loved it and began to lap at Erica’s pussyflesh like a cat going at a bowl of milk!

“Your pussy tastes so good, Erica,” Janet said as her friend’s plentiful juices and Vaughn’s leftover cum dripped from her bottom lip…and she meant it.

Janet had never imagined that she would actually enjoy twirling her tongue through another woman’s nether lips and getting her lips, cheeks and chin wet with warm cunt juices and Vaughn’s cum. Her brain was screaming, ‘I can’t believe pussy tastes this good! urfa escort She was enjoying the control she had over Erica. She was making her moan, squeal and sigh uncontrollably with her tongue! Erica’s stomach was shivering, her legs quaking. The soft and delicate feel of Janet’s tongue was so different from a man’s. The way Janet was eating her pussy made her wonder if this was Janet’s first time with a woman. Erica was beginning to have her doubts!

“Mmmmm… OHH…AH…Ummmm…oh baby, that’s sooo good!” Erica cried out as Janet stuck her tongue directly into her cunt and began to rotate it clockwise and counter-clockwise across her slick innards producing a fresh batch of cunny cream for her to lick through. Vaughn, kneeling next to Janet, reached behind her and began to rub her sickeningly drenched pussy lips as he began kissing and licking along her lower back. His finger slipped inside of her pussy, effortlessly, and began to thrust into her. Janet began moving her hips in concert with Vaughn’s thrusting finger, smothering his entire hand in her juices. She began moaning unintelligibly into Erica’s trickling cunt. Feeling the vibrations of Janet’s voice on her exposed and vulnerable pussyflesh, caused Erica to begin moaning, deeply, also.

“EWWWWWW! MMMMmmm… Janet, baby!” she moaned.

Janet flicked the tip of Erica’s clit with her tongue, slowly and agily, while reaching up to play with her elongated nipples. Erica grabbed Janet’s hands and guided them roughly across her breast, making her paw her tits savagely as her clit continued to be flicked by the tip of her friend’s tongue, slowly. Janet pulled her hands away and took firm hold of Erica by her hips, pulling her closer as she started to quicken the pace of her tongue across her clit.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were Erica and Janet’s frantic moaning, and the ‘splish-splash’ sound of Vaughn beginning to hammer his finger in and out of Janet’s wet pussy! He had NEVER been witness to such an erotic scene before him! He grinned, noticeably as he stuck two thick, wet, long fingers into Janet’s sopping cunt, again and again. She moaned, appreciatively.

Janet, thinking that she had come this far, she might as well go all the way, snuck a finger into Erica’s sloppy, twitching twat! And then another one! She turned her hand, palm up, and began to slowly saw her fingers in and out of Erica’s surprised yet welcoming pussy, as she continued to quickly flick her wet tongue across her hyper-extended clit. She found it easy to make love to her friend…just do her like she loved to be done! Her fingers and hand soon became coated with a clear, almost white colored slime that was literally DRIPPING from Erica’s cunt.

Erica, beginning to moan louder, looked between her thighs to catch Janet staring directly at her. Janet’s fingers had found the dime-sized area of her G-spot and began to softly stroke and circle the flesh.

“You are eating my…pussy…so good, Janet! Fuck, I never knew it could be this good!” Erica said as she slammed her head back on the bed as a series of powerful spasms rocked her body and nervous system! Goosebumps appeared all over her body and her breasts suddenly became heavier as they filled with blood as Janet dug in and began slamming her fingers in and out of Erica’s flexing cunt.

“I’m CUMMING! OH, YES! YES! MMMMMMM!” Erica screamed.

At the same time, Vaughn had begun thrusting his fingers deeply into Janet’s cunt and rotating them quickly. Janet began slamming her pussy back onto his drenched fingers and hand! She began screaming into Erica’s cunt as her pussy contracted…released…contracted…released…around Vaughn’s thrusting, twirling fingers.

“UGGGGHHHH…OOOOHHHHH…AAAHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING!” Janet screamed as she lifted her head from Janet’s quaking thighs and looked back over her shoulder at Vaughn with a, ‘I can’t believe he’s doing me like this’ look! Vaughn blew a kiss at her as he continued slamming his fingers in and out of her wet, noisy cunt.

A few minutes later, Janet collapsed forward, moaning, “No more…no more”. She had cum twice while Vaughn literally manhandled her nether regions.

Erica moved to allow Janet the room to lie down next to her. She glanced at Vaughn’s dick, which was sticking straight up. Vaughn’s dick felt like concrete from participating in his first threesome! He couldn’t believe the tongue-lashing that Janet had just given Erica! He decided then and there, he liked watching women get it on! Erica beckoned him with a twinkle in her eye and a slight not of her head. She was licking her lips as he approached her. Her pussy, Vaughn noted, was a complete sexy mess of cum and juices! Her entire genital region was still wet! She HAD told him that her pussy got extremely wet and messy when she was turned on! And messy it was!

“I’m so fucking turned on! God, if sex was this good every time, I’d never stop! God, I balıkesir escort feel so naughty! Give me that dick…give me that Black dick! Fuck, your dick looks like it got bigger! Oh, baby, we turned you on, didn’t we? Come on,… stab this pussy! Mmmmm… Fuck, you look sexy! I know you just hit it an hour ago, but my pussy needs your dick, baby!” Erica said, talking nastier than at any other time in her life. Vaughn had brought out the TRUE BLUE freak in her. She would be his from this day on. They both KNEW that as they looked at each other while he moved closer to her reclining form.

“Come here, I want to suck you for a bit before you pound my pussy into submission, again. Mmmm, your dick is perfect!” Erica said as Vaughn brought his dick to her lips. The tip of his dick was awash in precum. The rest of his meaty stalk was awash in their dried cum from earlier. There were specks of cunt cream all over his dick and balls!

Erica kissed the tip of his dick and began to twirl her tongue along the helmet of his dick gathering up precum. She then opened her mouth as wide as it would go and engulfed the head of his dick into the wet, warm confines of her quickly overstuffed mouth. She moaned as Vaughn began shifting his hips a few inches forward and backward, while she sucked and licked him into her mouth. Vaughn reached forward and took hold of her hair. The sudden electrically charged feel of his hand on her head caused Erica’s pussy to explode in a series of spasms that that made her eyes roll up in her head as she moaned deeply around Vaughn’s dick!

“Mmmmmpphhhhhh….MMMmmmmmmmm” Erica moaned as Vaughn continued sawing the tip of his dick within her mouth. Gurgling sounds were coming from her throat. He treated her like the undercover slut she was and she loved him for it! She had finally met a man who did her the way she deserved. Thick…hard…long…deep!

“I want some of this pussy, now! Come on, baby, let go,” Vaughn said as he withdrew the tip of his dick with a ‘pop’ from Erica’s desperately active mouth. Spittle ran down her chin.

Erica opened her legs, wide. Vaughn moved down her body and into position on top of her. He took hold of his dick and began running the tip through Erica’s wet, thick pussylips. She began hunching her pussy upwards trying to get him inside of her. He began slapping her open splayed cuntlips with his dick. She moaned liking the teasing yet rough treatment and the wet sound her pussy was making each time he hit her lips with his dick.

Vaughn suddenly slid his cock into her wet, welcoming cunt. Her pussy squelched as he got 6 inches in on the first thrust. He proceeded to thrust half-inch by half-inch of his steel hard dark until he was slamming into her with all his length! Erica began moaning deeply, immediately! Her pussy began to experience more of the spasms but they were stronger and longer lasting! The invasion of Vaughn’s intimidating prick had caused her body to explode into multiple orgasms!

“AHHHHHHHHHHH…OOOOOHHHHHHH…GOOD GOD… VAUGHN…I’M C-CUMMING! OH MY GOD, I’M CUMMING!” Erica screamed as Vaughn began sliding his dick in and out of her, quickly. She was taking all 10 inches! He was stretching her pussy beyond belief and she loved every second of it! Her pussy felt as if the inner lining was being pulled in and out, yet this very motion was causing her to continue cumming!

Vaughn saw and felt the liquid accompaniment of Erica’s orgasm. His dick, which was already drenched, suddenly began to become streaked with the whitish colored cum of Erica’s nutt, once again!

“Fuck, your pussy gets so fucking nasty when you cum! I love this shit! Keep cumming baby because I’m going to keep fucking you!” Vaughn said as he took his hips in overdrive. Erica’s warm, plentiful cum was sprayed all over both of their pubic regions as Vaughn slammed in and out of her wet, farting cunt!

Janet finally rolled over as the bed began to rock to and fro. The scene before her was incredible! Erica was screaming like a banshee and her frothy cunt was making wet, sucking sounds as Vaughn plumbed the depths of her cunt causing her to orgasm, repeatedly! Her cunt was producing so much cream she was in awe!

Vaughn, noticing the gaze of Janet’s eyes, withdrew his dick from Erica’s spasming cunt.

“Come here, you! You see what your friend did to my dick? Looks like she exploded on it! Get over here and clean my messy dick!,” Vaughn said as he stared at Janet’s sexy form quickly moving toward his dick.

“I noticed…and I loved it! You could probably fuck her all night long! It seems like the more you fuck her, the more cream her cunt produces!” Janet said as she leaned forward and began to quickly lick up Erica’s voluminous juices off of his dick. Vaughn looked down at her with admiration in his eyes. He loved a nasty bitch!

After finishing and smacking her lips, Janet placed the tip of Vaughn’s dick trabzon escort against Erica’s cunt lips and guided his thick, black stalk back into her. Erica reached up and grabbed Vaughn’s neck while spreading her thighs around his hips. She wanted him on top of her so he could pound her brains out, properly.

She whispered into his ear, “If you want my ass, it’s yours. I don’t know if your dick will fit, but I like anal and I love your dick! All I ask, is that you don’t hurt me, intentionally, okay?” Erica said as she looked at him with a sexy twinkle in her eye.

Vaughn was in shock! No woman had ever initiated an offer of anal sex with him. He always was the one who broached the subject. And they always said no! Until now! He continued to look at her.

“A-Are you serious?” Vaughn asked, making sure he had heard correctly. She didn’t know that she was going to be his first!

“Yes! Yes, I’m sure I want you to plunder my ass, but I’m not sure it will fit. But, the way I feel right now, I’m willing to try anything with you and Janet!” Erica said as she kissed him on the cheek and shifted her eyes toward Janet.

Vaughn raised his body up and over Erica’s. He reached out and took hold of her thighs, pulling them off of his waist. He began thrusting thickly back into her syrupy wetness, going deeper on each stroke. Erica placed her hand on her abdomen and could see and feel her belly rising and falling in time with his thrusts!

Janet, while lying on her stomach, worked her body down the bed till she was behind the action and had a good view of Vaughn’s girly-cum plastered dick and Erica’s sodden, used pussy hole! She reached out with her hand and began to stroke Erica’s thighs. She meandered her hand down to where the two of them were joined. Erica’s inner lips were stretched so tautly around the stalk of Vaughn’s dick! She spread Erica’s asscheeks to allow deeper penetration by Vaughn.

“Mmmmphh…Oohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhh…,” Erica moaned as she felt Vaughn’s thick, long dick enter her newly widened passage, again and again.

Janet worked her fingers down to Erica’s slowly contracting asshole and began to massage around her anal rim. She then slowly snuck one finger into Erica’s moist back passage. Erica moaned deeply as she placed her hand on Janet’s hip, which was next to her. Janet, after a few minutes of sawing her finger in and out of Erica’s ass, added another finger! She felt the mighty presence of Vaughn’s dick pushing and pulling Erica’s anal flesh through the other side of her stretched barrier! Vaughn’s nutts slammed repeatedly onto her wrist. He was really giving it to her!

The combined sensations of having both her holes filled drove Erica to new, ecstatic heights. She began screaming and writhing as the throes of ecstasy overwhelmed her body and senses! The only sounds that could be heard were her screams, her overstuffed cunt being hammered wetly by Vaughn’s big dick, and his guttural moans as he bottomed out in her quim, again and again!

“OOOOHHHHH…VAUHGN! OH GOD! Yesssss, BABY! Give…it…all…to…my…little…pussy! YESSSSS!” Erica screamed as her pussy began contracting violently around Vaughn’s sturdy staff. Her asshole also clenched and unclenched around Janet’s thrusting fingers! A large amount of white, pearly cream began to leak out around Vaughn’s dick and down both sides of her inner thighs, coating Janet’s fingers and hand. The room reeked of musty sex!

“God, you really came hard, huh?!” Janet asked as Erica’s heaving body began to relax.

“Yesssss! Good Lord, did I cum!” Erica shrieked as she looked up at Vaughn, who was smiling at her and still thrusting slowly through her slimy, loose wetness.

Vaughn withdrew his large dick from Erica’s trembling, sloppy cunt. His dick literally dripped with Erica’s secretions. He looked at Janet and before he opened his mouth to speak, she immediately leaned toward him and opened her mouth and took him inside and lathered his dick with her active tongue! A ring of Erica’s juices soon appeared around her lips. She enthusiastically finished cleaning him, once again.

“Did you like having Janet’s fingers in your ass as I fucked you?” Vaughn suddenly asked Erica.

“Yes, she stretched me quite good. Now, I’m ready for that big dick! Come on, Vaughn, come take this ass!” Erica hissed as she played with her breasts.

“Reach over to the nightstand and get some lubricant,” Vaughn directed her.

Erica reached over to the side of the bed and opened the top drawer on the nightstand and retrieved a tube of lubricant. She then handed it to Vaughn. He popped the top off and began to squeeze some of the clear lubricant onto his fingers. He then reached down between her spread thighs and gently coated the outer rim of her asshole and then stuck a finger up her ass and proceeded to coat the inside of her anal rim.

Janet pulled her lips off of his dick with a wet ‘pop’. Vaughn squirted more of the lubricant onto his shiny black cock and began to fist it as Janet moved her head towards his ballsack and began to lightly lick his nutts while holding onto his muscular thighs.

“You two love to give head, don’t you?” Vaughn said as he watched the top of Janet’s head move from side to side as she continued to fellate him.

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William was in the mood for a change of pace, an erotic role-play, and Leslie was the lady (mistress) of the house. She hired William to do the cleaning. Leslie makes William strip naked, and requires that he dress in a French maid blouse, skirt, and apron, with a little bonnet, thigh high hosiery, and heels. She requires he wear these clothes while vacuuming, scrubbing the bathroom, doing the laundry, preparing and serving her meals. These things are very arousing to William and Leslie; however, she demands that William not be allowed to have an erection unless it is for her pleasure and her convenience. Also, he is responsible for attending to all of Leslie’s personal hygiene needs and provides oral service immediately upon her request. William has one issue; he has to wear a leg bag because he’s incontinent. Leslie knows about Williams’s uniqueness and it arouses her. The other thing she knows is that her being paralyzed from the hips down arouses William in his role as caretaker.

Williams performs his morning ritual of catheterizing Leslie, emptying her bladder before bathing her. He prepares the items for her catheterization while Leslie lies in bed watching him, making sure his cock doesn’t respond to the arousing task at hand. He prepares Leslie’s body for catheterizing by propping her legs open, feet pressed together, her womanhood totally exposed to him. William takes the catheter in one hand, his fingers running up her labia, parting the lips to reveal the urethral opening as he inserts the catheter gently into her bladder, placing other end in the catheter tray to see the golden flow of urine. Her vaginal orifice exposed glistening with pre-cum. It takes all of William’s self-control as he looks at her beautiful pink glistening wet pussy; it appears to beg for his lips and tongue. Leslie’s bladder empty, he takes a washcloth and bathes her love canal, slowly rubbing up, down, and swirling around her clitoris. She moans and bucks her hips in response to his loving homage to her pussy. Her nipples are rock hard sticking out about a fourth of an inch from her breasts.

William asks his mistress, “May I pleasure you?”

Leslie looks at him and replies, “Yes, but you can’t ejaculate until I give you permission.”

She tells him to place his erection in her face as he services her hot pulsing cunt. William doesn’t hesitate as he assumes the position. He knows she will lick, suck, and slurp his manhood in a slow deliberate torment then finally giving him the command to spill his seed into her mouth and on to her breasts. But first, he gets to lick, suck, and tongue her cherry-pie to multiple orgasms. William’s tongue slides from the tip of her swollen clitoris to the opening of shit shute. Leslie’s body arches in response to his greedy slurping of her pussy. He swirls his tongue up, down, around, in and out of her love canal making sweet passionate love to her cunt. Leslie is moaning; she is bouncing up and down on the bed her upper body bucking to the sweet torture his mouth is performing on her nether regions. He uses his tongue as a little penis to fuck her cream-pie swirling his tongue around and around inside the channel until it finds her g-spot. William can barely breathe but doesn’t stop his oral investigation of her wet pulsing orifice as he feels the walls of her pussy pulsing towards its first orgasm. Leslie is furiously licking his balls making sure she didn’t touch his thick man meat but she stops as a deep guttural moan escapes from her mouth as her first orgasm explodes through her body.

Leslie’s nipples grow longer and harder as the orgasm flows through her body. Her lips are resting against his balls, gently licking them while William laps up her juices. He licks slowly, deliberately over her highly sensitize clit. He begins again slurping up and down and around her love canal. Leslie is moaning the vibrations pulse through William’s dick. He knows that she gets hornier because her orgasms build on each other. He forces himself not focus on her hands kneading his ass as her tongue swirls and moans flow over his balls. She continues to avoid his throbbing thick dong as it oozes pre-cum that is being smeared all over her tits and chest. Leslie’s whole body is on fire from the sensations of William’s mouth fucking her hot hole. He knows she is headed to orgasm number two as he inserts first one finger in her pussy then another while his tongue concentrates on her clit, pulling and sucking it, as his inserts another finger in her pussy, rubbing furiously against her g-spot. Leslie’s mind explodes as her body sprays more liquid into William’s face. She stops licking his balls and growls through her second orgasm.

Thrashing and moaning, Leslie buries William’s balls in her face. Her hands firmly grip his ass as she pants and moans as she floats down from her ‘little death.’ Now she wants to feel his man meat rubbing furiously against her rock hard clit for her third orgasm and his first release. Leslie knows that as much as William would like to release his load of love juice all over her breasts, he has to wait until she gives him permission. William’s cock is pulsing and throbbing from Leslie’s oral loving. She tells him she wants spill her pussy juice mardin escort on his tool. So he turns around, gets into position he wraps her legs around his waist he rubs his fat sausage against her cream-pie until she spills all on his sweet meat. William gets into position, leaning forward for permission to lick the fluid from her face.

Leslie smiles and replies, “Yes, William, you can taste me while I taste you.” Their lips entwine as they kiss and suck, their tongues mate in the classic fucking action. She moans and breaks contact as her hands pull his forehead down for her tongue to lick across his forehead down one side of his face up under chin and up the other side of his face. He repeats this action on Leslie.

She smiles and tells him, “Darling, rub that dick against my hard little clit.”

William positions his man meat firmly against her little erection and begins to stroke her up and down, hard, firm, up and down, his hands on her thighs as pushes against her clit. He sees her nipples grow harder and longer and knows she is headed to another intense orgasm. Leslie hunches up against his cock as the electric shock fires from her nipples to her pulsing cunt. She arches up pressing firmly against his cock and growls deeply cumming with her lover spilling his seed on her hot little pussy. With that release William furiously bucks up down, quick fast, furiously, hard, quick, body tenses as cum flows over cunt, legs, hips and waist, total release; such pleasure.

Leslie tells William, “Now, you must take me to the bathroom to bath me and prepare me for work.” She continues saying that he has other duties to perform while she was at work. William notices the shy smile Leslie tries to hide from him as he picks her up and carries her to the bathroom. His manhood slowly growing in anticipation of the responsibilities he has to perform.

William gently places Leslie on her shower chair and turns on the water, checking the temperature to make sure that it doesn’t burn her. She instructs him to remove his uniform and get in the shower with her.

Leslie says she wants to bath him first and that he cannot touch her or cum not matter, what she does to him. She continues saying after she finishes bathing him he will bath her quite thoroughly. Taking the shower head in one hand and placing her other hand on his chest, she runs the water over his chest as she slowly, sinuously strokes his male nipples, sliding her hand down his stomach in slow, firm, deliberate strokes to his pelvis, stopping short of his growing fat sausage. Leslie alternates the showerhead between his chest and ball sac as she leans forward to lick and suck his nipples. Slowly swirling her pink tongue round hardness, lapping at the water droplets, her lips pulling and tugging at the nubs alternating between left and right as she aims the shower head spray against his ball sac letting water caress his man meat. She can feel his nuts tighten and backs off; knowing that her love play was getting him closer to spilling his cream. Leslie commands him to turn his back to her as she runs the showerhead over his shoulders and down his back rubbing and caressing his back and butt, the fingers of one hand sliding slowly, deliberately, between his buttocks to his ball sac then back up his ass crack. William jumps when he feels Leslie’s teeth rake over the curve of one cheek, then he stifles a moan as he feels one of her nipples sliding up the crack of his ass. Leslie swirls her tongue and nibbles at the small of his back and she tit fucks his butt. She long since dropped the showerhead as she slid her other hand over his juicy thick dick and stroked it in time to her tit fuck of his ass.

She whispers deeply and breathlessly into the small of his back, “You can cum now. Cum on my hand then spray it on my tits. Make me hot, baby.” With that, statement William’s body explodes his seed, spilling out on her hand. He turns quickly as her fingers continue cupping his flowing fluids as they spill over her erect nipples and chest. William watches as Leslie rubs his seed over her nubs, concentrating on the long hard kernels while her hand rubs his flaccid tool.

Leslie tells him, “It’s time for you to bathe me.”

All William wants to do was to touch and stroke her luscious breasts, run his hands over her smooth silky hips and thighs, caress and fondle her full puffy labia and pussy. He grabs the showerhead, starting to wash her hair, massaging her scalp in slow deep strokes as Leslie moans her pleasure. William knows how much she loves having her head massaged. He takes liquid soap and forms a thick lather to apply to her body as he continues rubbing and stroking her head then rinses her hair. William washes her face and neck, taking his time, his hands sliding lightly over her forehead, nose, and lips. Leslie smiles and continues to moan at his gentle ministrations knowing how much it turns him on taking care of her personal needs. He raises her face, continues down her neck and shoulders, bathing her in slow deliberate strokes of his hands over her body.

William makes more lather as Leslie sighs and closes her eyes knowing what’s coming next and van escort her pussy begins to throb in anticipation. William feels his cock filling with blood because he gets to caress Leslie’s highly sensitive nipples. He knows she can squirt from just his long leisurely caresses and strokes of her breast nipples and areolas. He changes the spray to pulsing knowing that her nipples will grow longer and harder as the water pelts her tits. Leslie totally enjoys the feeling of the water pelting her nipples then her breath catches as she feels William’s hand slides over one breast, lifting it, stroking it, then he asks, “May I lick your nub, my mistress?”

Leslie moans deeply and nods her head giving him permission to love her boob. William kneels in front of her and gently takes her erect kernel into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the tip, his lip puck at her blood-filled areole; while he drops the showerhead and his other hand; rubs lather over her other breast. He sucks her areole while he pinches and pulls at her other breast. Leslie is growling and hunching her hips. She loves the feel of his tongue probing her nub. He continues licking, squeezing and milking her boob while his other hand continues pulling and pinching the other breast. William asks permission to switch to her other breast and Leslie moans a ‘yes.’ He repeats the loving, taking the erect bud into his mouth, he sucking her kernel as his other hand fondles her other breast. Leslie’s body tenses as her pussy explodes in orgasm from his mouth fucking her breast. Her fluids pour into the tub. William’s thick cock is now filling with blood as he watches her body’s response to his loving. He asks his mistress to kiss her body and love her cum.

Leslie replies breathlessly, “yes but you can’t cum until I give you permission. “

William licks and sucks her breasts alternating between rubbing and pinching each tit. He creates more lather and washes her stomach down to her neat hairy pussy. He lifted her legs over his shoulders he begins to caress her labia folds in long, slow, delicate strokes over her highly sensitive clit watching it grow in size. He rinses her body and he rubs his face in her pussy hair blowing on her blood-engorged clit. Leslie hunches up against his face, smearing his face with her cunt juices, her body blasts off another spray of vaginal juice. William licks it up sucking and caressing her boobs her body convulses in another orgasm.

Leslie presses her hands against the back of William’s neck urging his face out of her throbbing pussy. She whispers, “Kiss me because I want to taste myself from your lips.”

William slides her legs off his shoulders; he leans forward kissing her. Leslie licks at his lips, runs her tongue over his lips and chin licking up her love juices. She laps at his lips. He opens them to allow her tongue to slide and stroke against his. Their tongues are mating, rubbing against each other, their breaths intermingling. William’s hands caress her erect nipples. Leslie moans, sucking and licking the fluids in William’s mouth. She breaks the passionate kiss telling him he hasn’t finished bathing her. William smiles because he knows it’s time to perform an enema to evacuate her bowels. He knows how much she loves the feeling. His fingers slowly circle inside her anus pressing up against her womb from the inside. William knows Leslie will explode with another orgasm as a result of this action. He leaves her in the tub while he goes to get the items. Leslie positions her body where her legs are spread wide, her body shifting to expose her anus to him.

He places a basin in the tub to catch her stool; he pulls on the surgical gloves and picks up the Fleet enema. With one hand he slowly parts, her sphincter opening with the other he slowly slides the tube in her shitshute. He squeezes the bottle forcing the fluid into her bowels. Leslie watches William’s cock glisten with pre-cum, the crown full and bulging. She reminds him he can’t cum until she gives him permission. He slowly slides the tube out of her ass. He squeezes her butt cheeks together to prevent the fluid from coming out too quickly. William releases his hold. He watches her Hersey highway expel her anal fluids. As the last of the liquid drips out, he slides his middle finger inside her anus, swirling around slowly while pressing her butt cheeks to make sure expel all of the loosened stool from her butthole. Leslie looks at William’s thick sausage. She massages a nub as her pussy throbs from the sensation of his finger massaging her anus. It’s obscene, it’s taboo but she loves it she knows it gets William off as well. He watches her clit fill with blood knowing his ministrations in her ass are transferring to her cunt. William finger fucks her ass as Leslie strokes her nipples, moaning. In and out, swirl, push, slow firm pressing against her womb with each slide of his digits up her shit shute. Rub, glide, in, out, swirl, rub, glide, in, out, swirl, then he feels her ass muscles spasm, her cherry-pie sprays vaginal juice over his hands. It drips down her ass crack. He slowly slides his fingers out, removes enema items, she lays there catching her breath. He removes the gloves. ankara escort He returns to the bathtub to bath her nether regions. William’s hands lightly rub over her pussy, rinsing her off, cleaning her ass and butt cheek quite thoroughly; his trouser trout is throbbing and pulsing.

William bathes her legs and feet, the whole time his cock is pulsing with the need to explode. Leslie tells him to stand and face her. He leans back against the shower wall because he knows what she’s going to do. She looks at his pre-cum glistened crown, slowly she leans forward. Her pink tongue sticks out to lick off the juice, her lips close slowly around the head. Leslie’s catlike strokes over his cock, lap, lick, swirl, lap, lick, swirl, long slow strokes of her tongue. Her hand is stroking his ball sac in time to the lap, lick, swirl, around, and around. She feels his nuts flex and tighten. She knows he can’t hold out much longer and she tells him, “Now.”

As if on cue, William’s dick expels a thick heavy load of cum directly into Leslie’s mouth. She gulps it down; Leslie swallows each shot of juice. She slowly releases his flaccid penis. She places a feather light kiss on tip. Leslie bathes his nether regions taking her time to slowly caress and fondle his deflated cock enjoying the feel of its weight in her hands. William catches his breath knowing the bathing ritual is almost complete. Next is the dressing…

Now, he gets to rub cocoa butter all over Leslie’s body. He takes a big fluffy bath towel and he dries her off wrapping her in it. William dries her hair then wraps a towel around her head. He takes another towel, dries himself off and wraps it around his waist. He helps Leslie out of the shower into her chair. She rolls up to the bed. William helps her get in the bed. He removes the towel, reaches for the coca butter cream, taking a small amount in his hands and rubs them together to warm the cream. He rubs the cream on her face. Leslie sighs, relaxing and basking in her bath ritual and William smoothes the cream over her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. He dips his hand in the coca butter cream and applies the cream in long loving strokes down her neck, shoulders, across her chest, the two favorite parts of Leslie’s anatomy next to her nether regions, her breasts. William gathers more cream in his palms, cupping each breast he gently rubs around their fullness, lifting them up, his thumb rubs back and forth over her hard nubs. He lifts and caresses her nipples, squeezing gently and stroking her titties in unison. Leslie moans with pleasure. William knows his loving homage to her titties is arousing her; he continues stroking and fondling her boobs. He rubs cream down her body, over her stomach to her Mon of Venus. His fingers glide through the light bush of her pubic hair glistening from her vaginal juices. He spreads more cream on her thighs, knees and legs stopping short of her feet. He asks his Mistress would she please turn over and allow him to apply cocoa butter to her backside. Leslie rolls over. William comes back up to the top of the bed to start applying cream on her back, shoulders, and waist in long slow loving strokes. Leslie hunches up against him thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, William gathers some more cocoa butter, which he rubs over Leslie’s butt. His fingers rub slowly; deliberately parting her ass cheeks gliding up between the twin-half’s lifting them. She pushes her ass cheeks against his hands. Leslie moans she hunches up against him lost in his caresses. His hands slide down her thighs, knees, and legs stopping short of her feet. Once again, he asks his Mistress if she would please turn over allowing him to apply cream to her feet. Leslie smiles, rolls over and tells him she wants him to cum on her feet.

William knows she wants him to foot fuck his sausage. Leslie positions herself where she can get a good view and directs him as he rubs cream over her feet, slowly rubbing the lotion between each toe, up and down the sole of each foot. She watches as he gets into position. He removes his towel displaying his thick trouser trout the bulbous crown full and glistening with pre-cum. Leslie tells him to rub his love cream on her feet. William rubs her foot, toes and heel over his erection then repeats the caresses with her other foot, heel to toe smearing his jism on her foot. Leslie tells him to rub her toes over the crown. He follows her directions rubbing her toes over the head; his dick pulses and jumps. Leslie tells him to wrap her feet around his fat man meat and fuck his cock. William takes her feet using them to cup his tool he slowly lifts up and down, around. Leslie reminds him he can’t cum until she gives him permission. William loves the feeling of Leslie’s feet on his erection. She tells him to do it slowly. He slows down, rubbing her feet over the crown in slow deliberate strokes, rubbing her toes over his dick, the smooth soles of her feet stroking his love pole, the toes gliding up and down, around, up, down, around, her toes and the soles of feet caressing his dick. Her feet feel so good he continues fucking his cock. Up, down, around, applying the perfect about of friction on his man meat, his hands begin to tremble. Leslie knows he is getting close to blowing his load so she gives him permission to shoot his load. William presses her feet tighter around his tool stroking up, down, and around his dick and sprays her feet with cum. Leslie pussy expels a flow of pussy juice as William’s cock spews loads of cum on her feet.

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I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately.

I have a rather busy life. I work full time with a fair amount of overtime and two hours of commute per day. (Gotta figure out how to use those two hours to write I think. But dragging my lap top about doesn’t appeal to me. And if I write with pen and pad, well…I might not be able to read what I wrote!) I also spend time online with my Master, which is not something I want to give up. It gives Him a very effective way to discipline me when I have displeased Him, I must say. He makes me write out lines concerning what it was I did, or what I am not to do again. It’s a very economic punishment. I really don’t like doing it. Writing it out that many times really sinks it in. And I lose those hours I would have otherwise spent talking with Him, plus have the guilty knowledge that my disobedience or thoughtlessness deprived Him of His kitten’s company as well.

I tend actually to do those on the bus once in a while, if I’m worried about finishing them on time. A bit interesting that, wondering if anyone is reading over my shoulder-assuming they could read what I wrote. Sighs, now I’ll have to ask Master if a line counts if I can not read it.

So my life is basically my Master, my work, and my writing.

The job is very new, only about ten weeks old. The people I work with are wonderful, it’s that rare place where you’re “family”. I was there for two weeks when I moved into my new apartment, and half the place offered to help move me. So they’re friendly. I like them. They like me. But I fall into this niche all of my own. I work with young men in their early 20’s, or (mostly) grandmotherly types. Hanging out with the “boys” would feel weird, and I’m not so sure Master would approve of that anyways. And I don’t think the 62 year old, hearing aid wearing “grandma” who always gives me a hug in the morning would enjoy a night of dancing to my kind of music.

So I work. I write. I talk with my Master.

And I think.

I have a far and fast wandering mind. Just ask anyone who talks to me regularly about how they have to lead me patiently…or not so patiently…back to the subject at hand.

I get these interesting random thoughts and just like any bouncy kitty spotting a scrap of paper or a invitingly flicking tail, my tendency is to pounce on that new thought.

So I think. And I write. And I read.

I have a lot of time to think.

I can think on the bus. Assuming I am not doing lines. And contrary to those who might “know” me, I am not ALWAYS in trouble! Just, a bit more often then I ought to be. And I am working on that. I do learn lessons, eventually. Especially after writing out what displeased Master 200 times!

I don’t slip smoothly into sleep either. And I wake up a lot, so plenty of hours to think there, all warm and cuddly in my quilt. I’m working on Master’s suggestion to just empty my mind. But there’s that unfortunate little fact that my mind doesn’t much like being empty. And no use telling me to count sheep. I’ll either start making up a story about sheep or I’ll drive myself nuts trying to pull up some stupid little factoid about sheep that I almost remember.

I run the returns department of a publishing company in Minneapolis. I have to concentrate on my numbers obviously when I am working at my desk. But I spend a lot of hours returning books to their proper place to put them back in stock. I have a very good mersin escort retentive memory, so I run around the miles of warehouse since I have already memorized where most of the books I am dealing with are to be found, mind free to contemplate.

I have been thinking a good bit about two things lately. The one rather leads me to contemplating the other.

I have been so busy working towards end of the year inventory. Want a night mare, just consider trying to inventory a billion books or two. I’m very much regretting that I am too old to run away!

So I have had less time then usual lately to write. Terribly sorry for that. I get itchy and irritable when I can’t write. Making up in my head future stories to eventually post is NOT enough. Not to mention that I feel really guilty for leaving the people who are reading my two chapter series sitting there thinking, what the hell, did she run away and join a nunnery?

I am somewhat…paused, in regards to the Brat Fantasies, for various reasons. They will start showing up again, eventually. I love writing that mix of fantasy and reality way too much to abandon it. It’s just fun to take the fact that yes, I really do have an Irish temper and I have suggested something highly ill mannered in one of my rare loss of temper fits. And I have hung up or gone off line when I got scared or upset.

I do “lose” my cell phone constantly. And I really do have that slight bit of poor depth perception that has me kicking doors and table legs.

The school house I wrote about was real. It did have an outhouse…I hate those things with a passion! My grandmother owned it and I spent a lot of days there.

I just don’t have the time at this moment to work on Brat Fantasies. The Spiked series is already written, up to a point at least, which I am quickly approaching the end of. Posting them is thus rather easy. I get an hour or two and type them in, editing and adding more to the parts that ask me to as I go.

As far as the Darkness series goes, that’s something I wrote a few years back. I discovered it as I was unpacking in my new apartment. And I am SO leaving my 10-20 writings boxes until the very last. I don’t unpack them. I sit and read.

I loved the story then, when I was writing it. I loved it even more rereading it. I knew my writing had improved since I had written it, and I just thought, this is something different. I know what I write is usually just fluff. At times I maybe manage “pretty” fluff, but what I write simply, merely entertains. It doesn’t rock or change anyone’s world. It’s not important or special.

I want to think, god knows I hope, I write better then the writing one sees where even the kindest reader thinks…this came out sounding like a ninth grader with a C in both English and creative writing. I hope those lines that leave me laughing, sighing, or feeling the goose bumps at least give an enjoyable half hour.

I think that is why Reena’s tucked away in a box story pulled me back in.

Her story does not start pretty.

By the time she is 13 this child basically, simply hates, other then her mother. In Reena’s world, a magic tweaked medieval age, she has little reason not to.

Her mother is a street corner whore.

In her wretched hovel in that stinking little village, all the mothers that she knows are whores.

There is power, and passion kocaeli escort and a will to more then merely eke out a pathetic existence in Reena.

This spark did not ignite only when her mother was raped to death. At five years of age, plump still with baby fat, she reached for that wooden practice sword and copied with awkward stance that on guard position.

Reena makes me think.

Kiara does also.

I have had some wonderful feedback telling me that these fiery female characters are liked. I keep writing, when it would be so much easier to say, you don’t have time for this, put in more overtime, do some laundry, go to sleep early for once.

I write because I have to,, but I get the energy to do so from people who tell me that they like what I write. It’s easy to read a story then quickly move to the next without even taking that 20 seconds to vote. So my little bits of fluff, they are especially for the ones that vote, leave me the public comments, email my posted address. This author thanks you.

It would be, I think, rather easy to just say , I’m too busy to write, why bother? You write horribly anyhow…I tend to be my worst critic regarding the “bits” I write. So when someone leaves a posted request that I hurry up with the next chapter, or tells me I definitely shouldn’t let Kiara “go” it makes it easier to carve out those little bits of writing time.

I like strong women. I find them so much fun to write about. How can you not like a woman creative enough to use any weapon at hand. Knocking a man out with a rock hard stale loaf of bread, that’s not exactly run of the mill!

I like smart women to. My Kiara knows to run like hell after the fact. It’s just too bad for her that Bane is equally smart, and totally focused on running her to ground.

That particular fact is something I think about and explore in basically all of my writing.

Men are usually physically stronger then a woman. Admittedly, square a 5’6″ spindly fellow against a 6′ kick boxer or black belt Amazon, I think we all know who to put the money on.

But that’s not usually the case.

As a submissive female, that fact especially intrigues me.

I have been thinking about that a lot lately.

I am rather new at actually living in the BDSM lifestyle. Still finding my way, my place. I think sometimes in trouble more times then not. I don’t mean to offend or irritate, but I have a bit of a scatter brained, disorganized personality. I forget things a lot. Sometimes take forever to learn something that I have been told to learn. Sometimes I still lose my temper.

There’s more then just a smidgeon of both Kiarra and Renna to me. And it’s a struggle at times.

Sometimes I still want to slam down the phone or slap the lap top closed and run off in a huff.

Each new step forward, frightens me at first.

It’s not easy for me to trust.

I have known for a long time that I am submissive. I didn’t know enough to know it then, what normal 13 year old knows what a submissive is? But I would sneak into my parent’s bedroom after they’d left for work in the morning and read my mother’s Harlequin romances. Back in the early 80’s, those books were admittedly tame. But every hero was a Dominant male.

I discovered John Norman’s Gorean books when I was about fifteen.

I would read those books and a part of me was whispering, samsun escort I want someone like that. Another part of me eventually always erupted and flung the book against the wall with an infuriated hiss of “try that on me buddy!”

I still do that a bit. Accounts for the brat in me I guess.

I have a very patient Master. A really good thing that. One without patience would probably have throttled me by now.

I’m not a quiet, demure little thing. I have an Irish temper that I still sometimes lose.

I’m not that perfect sub that I read about and feel guilty that I’m not. I don’t think I ever will be. I will learn, and I will improve. I think I am doing so. I have stayed and talked about new things that make me feel timid rather then bolting from Him. I have obeyed in ways I never could have six months ago.

Every day, I become more His.

I wish I could learn these lessons quicker. It saddens me that I have made Him feel that He needs to be sterner and more strict with me. I feel that I have lost something. And I know that I failed Him with those little not thinking, forgetting, scatterbrained actions.

It’s something I thing about a lot. I am a caretaker. I need to please those I love. But often to do that, to keep them safe, to get for them, mostly in regards to an autistic child, I had to be a Reena, a Kiarra. I had to be a fiery, mouthy woman. Sometimes being one who needs to make things better for those one loves can only be attained by having a fighting spirit.

It’s not always easy to remember that I can just be that one who loves, and wants to please.

Thinking about fierce woman, and the stories I am working on now…

I asked the ones who are reading my Spik(ed) series what they thought about the idea of my letting Kiara be nearly killed, attacked by random Vampires and drained enough that when Spike gets to her and kills the vamps, he can only choose to let her die, or turn her with Willow’s help to let Kiara keep her soul.

One of my wonderful reviewers didn’t care for the idea of Kiara as a Vampire. She liked that Kiara, tough and kick ass as the girl is, was no match for the Big Bad. Well hell yeah, I love that about the whole situation as well, damn straight! But, if Spike turns her, as her Sire, the way I read the picture and choose to write it, Kiara has way less power. As her Sire, he can tell her, basically “sit” and she will be compelled to obey. It’s the Sire/child thing. And Spike is a Master Vampire.

Kiara is a fierce lil thing, but I don’t think she would be better then a 200 year old Master Vampire.

Even if Kiara is vamped, Spike will always be stronger then her. She will always be his kitten.

So if you read this my sweet reviewer, can you let me know if how I describe how things would go with Kiara as a souled vamp would sit with you?

I’d love to hear what anyone who reads the Spik(ed) chapters think. I know how I wrote it…but where I’ll actually take it…smirks. I can perhaps be influenced. When I wrote it I think I was wanting a way for Spike to have someone for always. Humans die. If a vamp can avoid those pointy things…not so gotta be. So I am looking for a way to give Spike someone forever. That will fit in with the flattering comment that I could write on this story for decades!

So I would love more feedback in regards to what I should do to Kiara. I write for you…if it’s split, heck, I’ll even write two versions. I love this story. Kiara is pretty cool as a human, and as a souled Vamp.

Reena by the way, will always stay human. Just a bit touched by magic’s. And poor thing, the Darkness rather likes Bane. It will never erupt against him. So, girl better play nice with the Mercenary warrior, ya think?

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First Blowjob Ch. 02

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After the first blowjob, I felt very tired and warm and had a smile on my face, and I did as Bert asked and fell asleep totally naked. I don’t remember anything until a few hours later, when I slowly woke up to a good feeling.

Bert had crawled into my bed and was laying next to me, and he was touching my cock very lightly. He must have been doing it for a few minutes as I woke up, because I was completely hard by the time I realized what was happening. When he saw that I was awake, he asked how I liked being woken that way, and I told him it was fantastic!

We laid there like that in the dark for awhile, and he was running his fingers up and down my shaft lightly, asking how it felt, if I enjoyed the earlier bj, and things like that. I stayed hard the entire time, feeling his hands on my cock. After at least 30 minutes of talking, Bert moved slightly and my hand, which had been lying on my thigh, slid down, and I realized for the first time that he was nude. My hand was touching his thigh, and he moved slightly and my hand touched his cock….I didn’t know what to do!

Bert kept touching me, talking, and I could feel his cock grow to semi-hard with my hand on top of it. After a few minutes, he reached down and lifted his cock into my hand, and all I could do was lay there feeling it twitch around. For what seemed like a long time, we talked, each touching the other’s cock, even though I wasn’t really touching his in the same way he was touching mine. At some point, he asked if I wanted another blowjob, and of course I said yes. He asked me to turn on the light so he could watch me cum, so I reached up and hit the switch.

Bert moved down slightly, so that his head was at about my hip. He held my cock up, looking at me while he did, then he ran his tongue down my shaft and back up to the head. After all of the caressing he had done, I was pretty wound up, and I guess Bert could tell…he kept licking lightly, then stroking me some, then he would take the head of my cock in his mouth and slowly lower his head. It felt amazing, and I was breathing hard very quickly. He continued this for several minutes, then he stroked me while he sucked the head, and just as I was about to cum, he stopped and let my cock wave around, hard and slick and pulsing, while he looked at it and up at me. He would start again, sometimes with his hands, sometimes with his mouth, and sometimes just playing with my balls, but each time I started to get close to cumming, he would stop. He did this bursa escort repeatedly, and each time I got closer to cumming before he stopped. Finally, he sucked it into his mouth, held the base firmly, and as I started to cum, he pulled off and let the first spurt of my cum shoot out. He continued to stroke me and lick the shaft as I kept cumming, then he let go of my cock and licked the cum from my shaft and stomach. It was a wonderful, much needed release.

Once I calmed down, Bert sat up at the end of the bed, where I could see him, and he began to stroke his own cock. I couldn’t help but watch, fascinated as he made himself hard , then continued until his cock was stiff, red, and full of veins. He kept going, telling me that sucking my cock got him aroused, and he wanted me to see him cum. I had never watched a guy jack off, but I couldn’t look away, and it wasn’t long before he began to tense up and shoot cum all over his hands, cock, and balls. He smiled as he toweled himself clean, then laid beside me and we eventually drifted to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up first and headed to take a shower. When I returned to the room, Bert was sitting on the bed awake, and asked me if I felt better since I had finally let someone suck my cock. I told him that I did feel good, and he said he would be back after his shower. I decided to stay nude, and he came back in wrapped in a towel to find me sitting on the edge of the bed. As he came in, he stood beside the bed to dry off, and his cock was right there, and I couldn’t help but look at it in the daylight. It was soft, but thick, and completely shaved. As I looked, I realized that I wanted to touch it, so I reached out and cupped it in my hand, surprising Bert (and myself) completely. He stopped drying off and dropped the towel, and moved a little closer to the bed. As he moved, I begin to hold his cock up, and I could feel it begin to get larger. I kept touching it, and it kept growing, until finally it was hard, and it looked much bigger in the daylight than I had realized the night before. He asked me to keep stroking it, so I began to move faster, and he began to breathe harder as I did. Within a few minutes, his hips began to sway a little, and then he stiffened up and I felt his cock twitch in my hand as cum shot out onto my shoulder and chest. Bert held onto the bed to steady himself as he came, and after what seemed like a long time, he was done shooting cum.

He took malatya escort his towel and wiped the cum off of me, then told me I did pretty good for an amateur. I was embarrassed, but glad that I could return the favor for him. We spent the next day nude almost the entire time, and I got many more blowjobs from Bert. As he prepared to return home, he asked if I would be interested in hanging out with he and his girlfriend, and without thinking I said sure. Bert gave me directions to his apartment, and asked me to come over for dinner two days later, when he and his girlfriend Tammy would be home.

As I drove the hour to his place, I was unsure what I was getting into. I knew that I had enjoyed hanging out with Bert, but I had never met Tammy and had no idea what to expect, whether it would be just dinner, whether she knew about Bert sucking my cock, or anything. I decided to play it by ear and try to have a good time either way.

After finding the apartment, I was nervous as I walked to the door. Bert answered, and welcomed me in and told me Tammy was looking forward to meeting me. As we rounded the corner from the entrance hall, I almost fell over when I saw Tammy. She was setting the table, wearing tight jeans and a white tanktop and she almost ran over to hug me. Tammy told me that Bert had told her a lot about me, and she was happy to have me visit. I was relieved right away, since I was usually nervous around women that looked as good as her. She was brunette, about 5’3, and had a very nice looking body, including a chest that I had trouble looking away from.

Bert brought out beer for everyone, and we sat talking while Tammy finished making dinner. We moved to the table, and had a fantastic meal and several more beers. After dinner, we all moved to the living room, and I sat in a chair across from Bert and Tammy on the couch. We had a casual conversation for a while, and when we came to a pause, Tammy said ” I understand you and Bert have had a lot of fun hanging out.” I was taken aback and embarrassed, but Tammy kept talking and told me that Bert had come home and told her all about our fun together. Bert chimed in and told me that it got her very hot, and that made me feel more at ease.

During this conversation, Bert was sitting beside Tammy with his arm around her. He had moved his hand up and I noticed that he was cupping her breast in his hand while he talked, and she seemed to be rubbing against him. Of çanakkale escort course, I got hot seeing that, and it got even more hot when Bert suggested that we all get more comfortable by undressing. I was tentative at first, but once they started to disrobe, I joined in, and a few moments later we were all nude and sitting across from each other again. I couldn’t stop staring at Tammy- she had a nice tan, with huge nipples that looked soo sexy with her sitting there. She was shaved, and overall had a great body. That got me hard right away, and seeing Bert sit there cupping her breasts in his hand made it even more sexy.

Tammy had reached over to touch Bert’s cock, and while she did, she told me that Bert had enjoyed giving me my first blowjob a lot, and that he had been talking about it ever since. She also said that he was right- I did have a nice cock, and she was glad I felt comfortable enough to get naked with them. She reassured me for a while, telling me that she was happy I came to visit and glad that we could hang out, then she suggested that she and Bert move to the couch where I was. I was a little surprised, but very happy with her suggestion, so I moved over to the edge of the couch to make room for them. When they walked over, she said “no, you ought to sit in the middle”, so of course I did.

Tammy was on one side, and Bert on the other, and I was extremely hard, nervous, and excited. She said she wanted to see both of our cocks, and she sat up and asked us both to hold them up for her. I looked at Bert, and he already had his cock in his hand, so I reached down and held mine up for her (even though I was so hard, I didn’t really have to!). She told us they were both nice cocks, and she was lucky to see them at the same time. Then Tammy looked at Bert and asked if he was ready…and he nodded yes, then reached over to hold my cock. I was a little surprised, but it felt great, and I could tell Tammy liked what she was seeing. Bert held my cock and began to stroke it, then Tammy asked if I would touch him too….so I reached over and held his cock in my hand. When I turned around, Tammy was kneeling next to me watching, and she started holding my cock while he stroked it. It felt soo good, I couldn’t hold out , and I started to shoot cum right away…no woman had ever touched my cock until then, and it was unbelievable to have two hands working on me at once.

I came all over Bert and Tammy’s hands, and shot cum onto my stomach too. I was embarrassed to cum so quick, but Bert and Tammy both reassured me and told me they understood, not to worry about it, and to just enjoy it. Bert kept stroking me after I came, while Tammy got a towel to clean me up with. After I calmed down some, Tammy looked at me and said “now, what do we do about Bert?”

That will have to be continued later.

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When I awoke the next day, my head was swimming. Faint images of what had happened the previous night floated through my mind like distant memories.

I lifted myself up to look at my surroundings. Everything seemed normal. Too normal, in fact. I was in my bed, which usually wasn’t strange at all, except I explicitly remembered passing out on the floor after my dad-

“Oh shit,” I gasped. The memory of what had transpired came rushing into my mind. My dad throat fucked me, turned me into his personal sex toy, then came in my mouth and forced me to swallow his thick load.

I started to get dizzy just thinking about it.

Did that really happen? I threw the blankets off of me and looked at my body. My sissy clothes were gone and I was stark naked under the covers. So not only did I magically appear in my bed, but my clothes were gone as well?

It all seemed a little too crazy to be true. Must’ve been one hell of a wet dream, I thought to myself.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and got out of bed. There was a strange feeling the moment my feet touched the ground, however. The normally soft carpet seemed scratchier under my right foot.

As I lifted my foot and looked down, I paled as I discovered the culprit.

It was a cum stain, a large one at that, right in the spot where I remember sitting as my dad had his way with me.

My breaths grew shorter as they caught in my throat and I took a step back unconsciously. There’s no way it could’ve happened, right? But then why was this cum stain on the floor? I’ve definitely gotten cum on the floor before, but is this from masturbating or…?

Fuck it, it thought to myself. I wasn’t getting anywhere and I needed to get to school.

A pair of khaki shorts and a basic maroon shirt was my outfit of choice as I threw it on, grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw my dad in the dining room, but he seemed to be acting completely normal as he ate breakfast. I grabbed some toast my mom had made and sat quietly across from him.

I’m not the sneakiest person, but I tried my best not to make it obvious that I was watching him. He didn’t notice, so either he was very dense, or I really was on my way to becoming a ninja. Probably the former.

Questions burned in my mind. I hardly tasted the breakfast as I mindlessly scarfed it down.

“Dad?” I spoke up and broke the crushing silence.

He grunted in response.

I opened my mouth and closed it again.

How the fuck does one even approach this situation??

“Do you, uh… you know… last night?” Nice, Julian. Your language skills are impeccable.

He gave me a look that was halfway between annoyed and confused.

“Did something happen last night?”

I started to say something, but quickly changed my mind. I was

about to explain the… situation.

I didn’t have many skills, but I was great at reading people and knew when someone was lying to me. So I was positive when I realized my dad was being honest with me. He was clueless about last night’s events.

I dismissed the subject immediately and rushed to finish my breakfast. As I hurried out the door, I heard him say something along the lines of, “fuckin’ weird.”

—

School was difficult that day. Well, more so than usual. I wouldn’t say I was an excellent student by any measure. My mind had a habit of drifting, and when I actually manage to pay attention, I’m so far behind it’s like the teacher started speaking a new language when I wasn’t looking.

What made that day especially hard, however, was how excruciatingly uncomfortable I felt. It was hot, but it was a strange kind of heat. The room itself felt cool, but my body was burning up. A prickly, tingling sensation riddled my body.

So many strange sensations were hitting me all at once. To start, my body felt oddly sore, like I had finished an intense workout the previous day.

I couldn’t stand the sensation on my chest either. It felt like my shirt was actively trying to sand down my nipples into nothingness. I was almost convinced someone had just given me a tittie twister without me noticing. There was a constant stinging sensation that refused to subside and focused itself right on the tip of the nipple.

Then there was the worst part.

The sweat.

Now, I wouldn’t say I was an especially sweaty person, but I HATED it nonetheless. Nothing disgusted me more than to feel little droplets of perspiration bead up on any given part of my body only to slide down and soak into my once clean clothes. The feeling, the smell, all of it drove me insane.

It seemed today, though, my body sweat was taking on the worst form imaginable: swamp ass.

I cringed at the thought. It literally felt like I was sitting in a puddle.

Class moved at a snail’s pace as I squirmed in my seat from the discomfort. There was nothing I could do but pray that the clock would move faster or hope for the sweet release of a quick death to free me. Maybe I would get denizli escort lucky and the ceiling would cave in above me?

I tried to stifle my movements and hide my struggle so as not to draw attention to myself. I was especially concerned about the boy seated to my right with his head in his hand.

This was Jackson, pretty much the only friend I had at this school. We’d known each other since middle school. He wasn’t the most social of people, which I suspect is why he even stayed friends with me to begin with.

He was a bit shorter than me, standing at about 5’9, but much stockier. His layers of natural muscles dwarfed my slender, malnourished frame. His pale skin was matched by his light blonde hair, which were both contrasted by his cherry pink lips.

Thankfully, he had his hood pulled over his head, so I was just out of his field of vision as I struggled. The list of people who thought I was some irredeemable weirdo was not short by any measure and I didn’t need him added to the list. So, I suffered in silence to the best of my ability.

Before long, I was at my limit. I stood up abruptly, leaving all my stuff on the desk, and quickly made for the classroom exit. Luckily, the class was in a lecture hall with nearly a hundred students, so my disappearance was unlikely to be noticed.

As I pushed the door open, I thought I heard Jackson calling after me, but thought nothing of it. As soon as the door closed behind me, I broke into a sprint down the hall. It was really more of an awkward, hurried waddle, to be honest. I was in a rush nonetheless.

Thankfully, the restrooms were only just down the hall. I hurried inside and slipped into the nearest stall. Without thinking, I ripped my clothes off and panted as I freed myself from their burning constraints.

FINALLY. I couldn’t stand the feeling I had gotten while they were on me.

I basically dove for the toilet paper, frantically ripping it off the roll as I used it to dry the sweat on my body. As I wiped myself down, I worked my way down to my tragic case of swamp ass.

I grabbed more toilet paper and wiped along my dripping, perky cheeks. When I brought my hand back, however, all that remained of the paper was damp, shredded tatters.

What the hell, I thought. Had it gotten caught on my pants? I reached back to feel what had happened. My pants weren’t the culprit. My sweat had caused the toilet paper to stick right to my ass.

I could feel some of it dripping onto my hand. When I brought my hand up to look at it, I only grew more confused. What I’d thought was sweat turned out to be some thick, viscous substance that stuck to my fingers.

When I pulled them apart, it formed a thin strand that didn’t break.

I have to idea what compelled me, but I leaned in to smell it. Something about the scent was familiar, alluring.

This definitely wasn’t sweat. Something about it had me shaking with anticipation.

I stretched my tongue out for the next test and licked up the substance from my fingers. I could feel myself start to drool as I realized what it was.

Cum.

My mind started reeling. Why did I have cum covering my ass as if it were sweat? Was it my dad’s? But I don’t remember him actually fucking me. Unless he did it after I passed out. That would explain how I ended up back in my bed.

As I pondered, my hand ventured back down, this time exploring in between my plump cheeks. I had a sneaking suspicion of where the cum was coming from (no pun intended).

My middle finger extended until it was caressing my anal ring. After a moment of holding it there, I felt thick droplets start to form from my entrance.

I knew it! Cum was literally leaking from my ass hole. But why? How did it get there? Wow, I thought to myself. I never would’ve thought I’d be in my school’s bathroom trying to figure out how I got cum inside me. Not exactly the highest point in my life.

Almost subconsciously, as if my body were moving on its own, my finger slowly circled my anal ring before coming to a rest at the center. Once there, it began to push. Gently at first, then harder, until it finally pierced my anus and my entire finger slid inside with almost no resistance.

I gasped audibly at the sensation. There was a slight burning-like feeling that quickly turned into tingly, electric bliss.

I pulled my finger out slowly, savoring the feeling, then letting the ecstasy wash over me as I shoved it back in.

This pattern repeated itself and grew progressively quicker, more aggressive. I curved my finger just slightly so that I was hitting my prostate.

My breath was hot and quivering as I fingered myself and chased the sensation that I had longed for so desperately since the previous night. It was slow going, especially with just my finger, but I could feel it approaching.

An orgasm.

I worked my hand desperately, leaning against the wall to get a better angle. My penis was still only half erect, but I could feel diyarbakır escort the tension build up in the tip, like a countdown to the imminent explosion.

Waves of piercing pleasure washed over me, like small vibrations tickling all the right spots and making me twitch erratically in response.

I was almost there now. I squeezed my eyes shut. Yes, just a little more!

“Julian?”

Are you fucking kidding me?

I whipped around quickly. I could tell my face was displaying a mix of emotions, part shock at being caught and part frustration at having my much needed orgasm interrupted.

My face paled, however, as I saw Jackson standing in the entrance to the stall, confused and bewildered.

I mentally facepalmed as I realized that in my impatience, I had forgotten to actually lock the stall door.

“J-Jackson!” I stuttered. Oh shit, how was I going to salvage this situation? “U-um it’s- this is… I was sweaty!”

Nice save, idiot! I thought to myself. You formed a coherent sentence that is sure to make perfect sense. There’s no way he’ll think you were fingering yourself just now.

I doubted that he would believe my lie, but his expression began to change. Rather than relief or understanding, however, it morphed into another familiar expression.

It was one of hunger, of pure, unfiltered lust.

Before I even had time to back away or pull up my pants, he was upon me. He grabbed me by my shoulders. The strength of his grip matched his burly stature.

With almost no effort, he twisted me around and shoved me roughly against the wall so that I was leaned over with my chest and the side of my face pressed up against it.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.

I didn’t get an answer.

Instead, as he held me there by the nape of my neck with one hand, I heard a rustling behind me. A light clinking sound, the impatient tug of a zipper, and a soft thud. His pants were on the ground.

I stretched my eyes and peeked behind me in horror.

Sure enough, there he was standing with his pale cock in his hand. It was only slightly bigger than mine, but it was rock hard and pulsating.

He moved closer.

“W-wait, Jackson. Please don’t,” I whimpered in fear.

He didn’t heed my pleas.

I felt something hard press up against my entrance where my finger had been just moments ago. This was much bigger than my finger, however, and I could already feel it stretching me. It sent a sharp pain as it pushed and pushed until finally…

!

I felt the tip of his cock enter me, piercing my once virgin ass. It slid in with relatively no resistance thanks to the cum that was leaking from me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was being raped by my friend in the school bathroom. Rather than horror, fear or pain, though, all I could feel was bliss.

It was just the tip, but my eyes rolled back and I felt my entire body shiver in anticipation. Almost unconsciously, my hips tilted back slightly, as though inviting him to go further.

And further he went.

After a brief pause, I felt him push again.

“Go slowly-” I tried to whisper, but either he didn’t hear me, or he didn’t listen. Instead, he pushed as hard as he could and shoved his whole member inside me in one go, inserting it all the way down to the base.

The feeling that came next is what I can only describe as an earth-shattering orgasm.

My eyes rolled all the way back in my skull and my mouth opened wide, as if to let out a scream. Barely a sound came out, nothing but pathetic high pitched squeaks.

It was like somebody had electrified every single nerve ending in my body. My entire body shook violently, not knowing what to do with itself from the complete sensory overload.

I can only liken the feeling to a fire coursing throughout my body, stemming from my tight, little asshole that was twitching uncontrollably around his cock. As my body spasmed, it squeezed his throbbing member, increasing the pressure on my prostate and intensifying the orgasm.

The pressure that had been building up inside me exploded like a dam and cum came pouring out of my still half-erect penis. A puddle of the hot, white substance quickly formed beneath me as a near constant stream leaked from my pulsating tip.

Just as I was starting to come down from the white hot ecstasy, he slowly pulled out his dick. I felt every inch as it receded. My anus was squeezing like it was holding on for dear life.

Jackson continued to pull until just the tip remained in me. He waited, as though savoring the moment. Then, without warning, he jammed it back in.

As the front of his hips slammed into my tight, perky ass, another wave of pleasure crashed over my entire body. This one was a little smaller than the last, but elicited a whole new set of spasms from yours truly.

This process repeated itself. Once. Twice. Three times. His strokes grew harder and faster, sending me reeling into a world antalya escort of euphoria every time he entered me.

It was almost torture. I’d never had an orgasm that long or that intense. It completely overrode any thought or inhibition I might’ve had previously. Jackson fucked my mind empty until all that remained was orgasmic rapture and insatiable, lust-filled desire.

I almost passed out from the feeling. There was no telling how much more I could take.

A smacking sound resounded throughout the bathroom as he pounded my prostate into mush.

Suddenly, I heard the gentle creek of the bathroom door. I was snapped back to reality as the sound of footsteps quickly approached our stall.

“Oh shit. Jackson, stop!” I exclaimed under my breath.

I pushed against him, but he refused to relent. I managed to turn just enough to glance out the stall door and watched in terror as a man about our age rounded the corner…

And walked right past us into the adjoining stall.

What the hell? I thought. Was he ignoring us?

No. It wasn’t just that. He didn’t have an expression like he was trying to avoid looking at something weird. Instead, his face was calm, as though he didn’t even notice us there and was simply going about his day. There was no possible way he didn’t see or hear us, though.

As if he’d read my mind, Jackson increased his pace and started fucking me even harder than before, making the smacking sound even louder while adding his own masculine grunts to the mix. I could feel his hot breath on my back.

Another sound caught my attention, however. It was like a woman’s voice, high pitched and squeaky. It came periodically, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

My eyes went wide as I realized it was my own voice. I was moaning, shouting out with bliss every time my friend pumped his manhood into me.

I had never heard my voice go so high before. I sounded less like a person and more like a dog letting out frightened yelps, which was quite fitting considering how Jackson was fucking me like an animal.

A flush came from the stall next door and a moment later I watched the same man walk out with the same unconcerned expression on his face. What the hell was happening?! Was it just not that big of a deal to see someone being fucked in public anymore?

The questions didn’t stick in my mind for long. It was all I could do to stay conscious amid the tremendous orgasms that rocked my body.

The harder I squeezed around his cock, the better it felt. The better it felt, the more I came. The more I came, the harder I squeezed. It was an endless cycle that threatened to send my mind spiraling into an oblivion of pleasure.

Just as I thought I would lose myself, I notice his tempo change ever so slightly. It became rougher, less rhythmic. I knew what was about to happen.

My friend was about to reach his climax from raping my virgin ass, and he showed no signs of pulling out. Any thoughts of trying to push him away had long since fled my mind and I resigned myself to my fate.

Jackson’s pressure on the back of my neck increased. His pace slowed, but his strokes grew stronger, more aggressive. It was coming.

I was still being racked by my own miniature orgasms. The puddle of my feet continued to grow as cum dripped ceaselessly from my pathetic cock. It was so big that it grazed the edges of my feet.

My friend continued his slow, measured strokes until, finally, he pulled it all the way out to the tip, then slammed it back in harder than ever before. This, of course, sent another orgasm crashing through me as he climaxed at the same time.

I could feel it. Every pulse, every twitch of his cock as it sat in my ass, buried all the way to the hilt.

And the cum. Oh god, the cum. It was hot. I could practically

it burning as it pelted my insides. I counted the spurts of cum that I could feel shooting into me.

One. Two. Three. Four.

I lost count of how many strands he poured inside me. To be honest, I didn’t care either. I was too tired to care. All that was left in me was relief that I had survived the experience with my mind intact.

What bothered me, though, was how oddly good it felt to have him cum inside me. It was warm, comfortable, satisfying, like I had just finished eating a full meal. It filled me up with a strange satisfaction.

After what seemed like minutes, his orgasm finally relented and his dick began to soften once more. I could feel his body relaxing and his grip on me loosening. As his hand slid off of me, he took a step back and pulled his cock from my sore, beaten asshole with an agonizing slowness.

Once it reached the tip, the dick slid out with a wet and audible

sound, leaving my hole to gape pathetically. It almost felt like there was a slight breeze blowing against it.

The feeling didn’t last long and I shivered as I heard a moist, sloppy sound emanating from behind me. This was quickly followed by what must have been a gallon of sticky cum cascading down my leg, onto the floor, where it joined my own, mixing and swirling into an oddly enticing cocktail of spunk.

As soon as Jackson stepped fully away. I collapsed onto the floor, sinking exhausted into the puddle of my and Jackson’s cum. I had no energy left in me and I started to feel the walls of my consciousness closing in.

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I had been doing nude modeling for the local art school for about a year. It was good money. Helped to pay my rent and give me a little beer money. And I kind of liked it. To be truthful, it turned me on. I guess I found out that I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist. Often I’d go home afterwards and whack off thinking about being looked at. I’d even gotten laid a couple of times because of modeling.

The school was one of those community places, so the people who took classes there were all ages, some of them better artists than others. The teachers were nice. Everything was usually very professional. I’d arrive a little before the class time and go into the changing room to get ready. They had lockers for me to put my clothes in and provided robes for the models.

A couple of months after I had started, it was getting chilly for the first time that fall, and the school hadn’t turned on the heaters yet. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, I felt the cool air on my nipples which made them harden up. I reached down and gave my left nipple a pinch. It felt good, and as I pulled off my pants, I thought for a minute about rubbing one out real quick. But the clock on the wall told me I really didn’t have the time. That didn’t stop the blood that had started moving toward my cock though. I took a deep breath and tried not to think about it. It wouldn’t be very professional of me walking in with a big boner. I pulled on my robe and tried to calm myself down.

I walked down the hall past students hurrying to their classes and turned right into the studio. The teacher, Julie, said hello to me and then, as she motioned me to the pedestal in the middle of the room, she started talking to the class about shading. The pedestal was about a foot off of the ground and had a stool in the center. I slid my robe off quickly and once again felt the chilly air. I stepped up on the platform and sat on the stool, looking around briefly. There were about a dozen people in the room, mostly women, though there were two men in the back row. They were arranged around me with drawing easels angled toward me. Since I was higher, I could see all of their faces. There were a couple of very attractive women about my age. I think I caught one of them looking at my crotch and she blushed when she caught my eye, looking away quickly. There was also one older woman, maybe in her late 50s, a little off to herself. She was often there and exuded an elegance of another time. I have to admit to having fantasized about her a couple of times in my post-class sessions back home.

Julie came over, still talking to her students, and gently touched my leg, wordlessly asking me to put one foot up on the stool’s rung. I’d been friendly with Julie since starting at the school but never really thought about her in a sexual way. But for some reason, tonight, her touch sent a bolt of electricity through me. She hadn’t even touched me in a sexual way, but my cock didn’t seem to care. I could feel the blood moving into my cock as I started to harden. It took everything I had to stop from going fully erect. I did math problems in my head. Went over recipes for dinners. I tried thinking of anything and everything I could. It was very difficult, but I pulled it off, my cock hanging engorged and heavy, but not standing at attention. I looked around the room and I could see all of the students looking at me and then back down at their drawings, some of them looking maybe longer at me than at their drawings. The one student I’d already caught looking once was actively staring at my cock which made me stiffen a little more. I went back to the recipes…

The hour seemed like an eternity. At one point, I think I saw one of the men lick his lips as he stared at me. But finally, Julie told everyone to pack up and thanked me. It was strange. In the whole hour, Julie had hardly looked at me. Usually we chatted a bit and she would rearrange me, but tonight, she’d all but ignored me, almost as if she didn’t want to look my way. As I reached for my robe and all of the students started filing out, Julie called over to me to stay. Soon, we were alone in the studio. She turned to me and started out, “Mark, we pride ourselves at being professional here at the school..” I was embarrassed, and my face turned a little red. I was sure I was about to be reprimanded. She walked over to the door, closed and then locked it. She turned back to me as she continued, “…but I can’t resist myself.” She was in front of me now. “I hope you don’t mind…” She reached forward through the opening in the robe and grabbed hold of my cock.

I let out a sigh that told her I didn’t mind at all. This time, I didn’t try to resist (I’m not sure I could have.) and my cock grew fully erect in Julie’s hand. I slipped off the robe again. I still wasn’t sure where this was going, but Julie seemed to know exactly what she wanted. She didn’t say anything else, she just knelt down in front of me and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She still had one hand around yalova escort my shaft as she brought the other one up to cradle my balls. She held me gently as she moved her tongue around the slit at the top of my cock, then sucked hard on the whole head. She moved her mouth down my shaft, licking me the whole time, then started to slowly move her hand up and down, jacking me off into her mouth. Well, having been in a state of excitement for the last hour plus, this didn’t take long, and I came into her mouth quickly and powerfully, my orgasm shaking my body. She closed her eyes as she sucked every last drop of cum from me, seeming to savor it. I could feel her tongue rolling it around in her mouth and against my cock. But when she finally pulled her mouth off of me, my cock was glistening clean.

She stood up, licking her lips, and without really looking at me, she said “Thank you for your understanding, Mark.” And then she gathered her bag and left the room. I modeled for Julie several more time over the next year, but she never mentioned that night nor ever tried to do anything like that ever again. I guess that was her professionalism kicking back in.

…

A couple of weeks ago, the art school called and asked if I would do a special modeling session the next day, one not during their regular class hours. The extra money was always welcome and I didn’t have any of my own classes at the time, so I agreed. I showed up at the time they gave me. The school was pretty empty. They taught mostly night classes, so there wasn’t much going on late morning in the middle of the week. I went on into the dressing room and changed out of my clothes and into my robe then headed to the studio. When I got there, there was only one student, the attractive older woman who attended many of the classes where I usually modeled. I thought maybe she’d just been the first to arrive, but as I walked into the room, she looked up, smiled and said “Good morning, Mr Roberts! I’m so happy you could make it this morning!”

I know I must have looked a little confused, but she went on, “I am Ms Mallory. I come to draw here as a hobby. I have very much enjoyed drawing you over the last year,” she said with a knowing smile on her lips. “When I am not drawing, I work for a wealthy family for whom I recruit specially talented workers. I have rented out this studio and hired you for the hour in hopes that I could interview you for a potential position. You see, my clients are very discerning in their tastes, but having observed you over the last year and talked with Julie about you, I think you might have what it takes.”

I still stood there silently, not really knowing what to say.

Ms Mallory continued, “In addition to your regular fee, I have a check here for $1,000. You may keep it even if you decide not to go through with the interview. But I will tell you that the job in question could be very lucrative.”

“What do I have to do?” I asked.

“Not too much more than you usually do, Mr Roberts. If you are ready to proceed, please take off the robe.”

I thought for a moment, but really, it didn’t take too much time to decide. I could definitely use the thousand bucks and it wasn’t like she hadn’t already seen me naked. So I opened the robe and tossed it over a nearby chair.

Ms Mallory motioned to the pedestal in the room and followed me as I walked over and stepped up onto it. This put my crotch at her eye level and she did not try to hide the fact that she was looking directly at my cock, studying it. This made me start to stiffen.

“Excellent response time, Mr Roberts,” she said. She kept inspecting me as my cock reached full arousal.

“You have a lovely cock, Mr Roberts.” The words sounded at once elegant and utterly dirty coming out of her perfectly lipsticked mouth. I very much wanted to put my cock into her mouth. I think she could read my thoughts because she looked up into my eyes and waved her finger back and forth to let me know that wasn’t going to happen.

“Now, Mr Roberts. Would you be so kind as to masturbate for me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yes, Mr Roberts. Masturbate for me.” This time, it wasn’t a question. It was a firm statement. Almost an order, but with absolutely no harshness to it. Her tone made my cock swell even more, a point she obviously took note of.

She continued to look at me patiently, but expectantly. So I reached down and took my cock in my right hand and began to move it up and down the shaft.

I looked down at her as she kept her eyes on my cock. I worked it harder and faster. I could feel the cum building up from my balls.

I was thinking about spraying cum all over her face and that perfect lipstick, but once again, she seemed to anticipate my thoughts.

“Mr Roberts, would you be so kind as to ejaculate into this container?” She reached into her bag and pulled out a silver bowl. It was about the size of those steel bowls you see in Indian restaurants, edirne escort but it seemed to be made out of actual silver, polished and filigreed. She handed it to me and then in her commanding voice, she said “Now, cum for me.”

I was beyond thinking about what was going on. I aimed my cock into the bowl and gave it a last couple of pulls before exploding, pumping out stream after stream of cum.

“Now, wipe the tip on the edge of the bowl, Mr Roberts and hand it here.” I did as she asked coming back to my senses enough to be curious about what she was going to do next. But my cock was still hard in my hand, so I gently continued to pull on it. As I did so, I saw her pull a small horned spoon out of her purse, the kind you might eat caviar with. She took the spoon and very daintily scooped up some of my cum then proceeded to put it into her mouth.

I stood there and watched as she ate the entire bowl of my cum as if it were some sort of gourmet meal. She took her time, clearly rolling it around in her mouth, tasting it. She was like a food critic at a new restaurant, rating the latest dish.I was so taken with her, that I wasn’t even aware that I had continued to jack myself off. I didn’t know what I was doing until I felt myself nearing a second orgasm. Just as Ms Mallory finished the last spoonful of my cum and looked up at me, I came again, this time all over the pedestal.

“Well, Mr Roberts! If this…” she indicated the bowl “…wasn’t reason enough for me to offer you the job, that show of recovery and performance certainly was. I will be recommending you to my clients with the highest of praise. Thank you so much! You will be hearing from us shortly!”

And with that, Ms Mallory turned and left the room.

I almost forgot the $1,000 check she’d left on one of the drawing tables but remembered it just as I left the room. This was getting interesting…

…

My phone rang early the next morning. It was Ms Mallory. “Mr Roberts, my clients have accepted my recommendation and would like to interview you in person. Are you open next Thursday?”

I didn’t even look at my calendar and agreed.

“A car will come for you at 9am sharp. Please be ready to be picked up then. And Mr Roberts, no orgasms this week. Am I clear?” She was using that voice again. The one that expected nothing but compliance but at the same time was not an order.

“Yes, ma’am. I understand. I will be ready.”

As I hung up the phone, I realized that I had a raging hard-on. Whatever was happening here, it seemed to be really turning me on. I reached down and opened my pants, freeing my cock to the air. I stoked myself slowly thinking about cumming for Ms Mallory the day before. I felt a drop of pre-cum roll down my cock and remembered my promise, no orgasms this week. I gave myself a couple of more long tugs and sighed as I pushed my hard cock back into my pants. This wasn’t going to be easy.

I spent the week edging. Virtually any chance I got, I had my cock in my hand stroking myself close to orgasm. In the morning just after waking. In the shower. In the men’s bathroom between classes. After running. Before going to sleep at night. It was getting painful, but I was getting more and more excited as I fantasized more about Ms Mallory and what she had in store.

Thursday finally arrived and I was out in front of my place by 8:45 in my one and only suit. I had hardly slept the night before because I’d been so wound up. Promptly at 9am, a black stretch limousine rounded the corner of my street and pulled up in front of me. The driver got out, looked me over once and asked “Mr Roberts?” I nodded and he opened the back for me to get in. As I climbed in, the driver said, “Hope you can relax, Mr Roberts. The drive will be about two hours.”

I was alone and the privacy glass was up. There was a full bar, but as nervous as I was feeling, I was afraid of drinking right now. I just stared out the window as we pulled out of the city and started up into the hills outside of town. I started thinking about Ms Mallory again, especially the sound of her voice when she told me to cum for her. For the thousandth time that week, I was hard as a rock. Well, alone…privacy glass up…what else was I to do? So, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock and balls out through my fly, slowly masturbating myself with one hand and gently sneezing my balls with my other. I must have come close to cumming three times and then cooling off before the limo turned into a gated drive way.

I pushed my hard cock back into my pants once again. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too obvious when I got out of the car. Although, that wasn’t the case. The limo pulled up in front of a large mansion. The driver hopped out and opened my door. Just as I was climbing out, Ms Mallory came out of the front door, looking me up and down.

“Hello! Mr Roberts! I see we haven’t totally left ourself untouched,” she said gesturing toward my crotch. I looked erzurum escort down and realized that the thin fabric of my suit pants was tented out with my hard-on. I blushed a little and hardened that much more. “I hope you followed my directive concerning any orgasms.”

“Yes, ma’am. I did as you asked,” I replied.

“Good! I knew you would.” And with that she turned and indicated I should follow her into the house.

The foyer was a huge two-story affair, wood paneled with a large, winding staircase like something out of a movie. There was a maid in a classic “french maid” uniform (a real one, not the cheap slutty costumes you see at Halloween, but still sexy as hell) dusting some statue on a table as I walked in. She turned and carefully looked me over, smiling a knowing smile at me.

I heard Ms Mallory clear her throat to get my attention and motioned me on down a long hallway. We past several doors, she stopped in front of one and gestured for me to enter.

“This is the changing room, Mr Roberts. Please prepare yourself for the interview by dis-robing.” She continued, “You won’t find any robes though. We don’t feel the need for that sort of thing in this house. I will wait for you here until you are ready.”

I took a deep breath as I walked into the changing room to find a black tiled room with a wall of mirrors and a red leather couch, the kind with no back, sitting in the center of the room. There was a toilet and a sink in one corner of the room. Seeing it, I realized I needed to piss, so without thinking much about Ms Mallory, I shed my clothes and went over to the toilet. It was kind of weird for the toilet to be just sitting in the corner of the room with no stall or anything, but I was alone so I grabbed my semi-hard cock and let go. I looked in the large mirror. I liked watching myself piss. I had even tasted it once on my finger. It wasn’t bad. But I liked the visual of watching the piss flow out of the end of my cock. I squeezed out the last few drops just before my cock hardened to a state where pissing would have been difficult. Sometimes, I feel like such a whore. I seem to get hard at just about everything. But then again, that might be how I found myself in that red room in that big mansion to begin with.

I opened the door to find Ms Mallory patiently waiting on me. She looked down at my engorged cock approvingly. “I see you are ready for the interview, Mr Roberts. Come this way.”

And with that we walked on down the hall. I was pretty sure I caught a glimpse of the maid from the foyer peeking at us from down the hall. This time, we walked all the way to the end of the hall. We passed two major junctures with hallways leading off to other parts of the house. At one, I thought I saw another naked body, but it rounded the corner before I could tell whether it was a woman or a man. Ms Mallory walked briskly and it made my cock sway heavily in front of me to keep up with her.

At last, we reached the end of the hall and stopped in front of a pair of imposing wooden doors. “This is where I will leave you, Mr Roberts. Inside is my client, Ms Lawrence. She will be conducting the interview and will ultimately decide whether you are offered a post in this house. I wish you luck! And hopefully will see you again sometime soon. It has been a pleasure working with you.”

Before I could even mumble “thank you,” Ms Mallory knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for an answer. She took a step inside and announced, “Ms Lawrence? I have Mr Roberts for you.” She motioned for me to step inside and then deftly moved behind me and shut the door on her way out.

“Come in, Mr Roberts. Don’t be shy.”

Behind a large oak desk sat a stately women with grey hair pulled tight into a bun at the back of her head. She was smartly dressed with a string of pearls around her neck.

“Come forward, Mr Roberts. Let’s have a look at you.”

I stepped forward. In the moment, I had forgotten that I was completely naked. In my nervousness, my hard-on had subsided, but my cock was still heavy with blood.

“Turn around, please.”

I did a kind of spin, not really understanding what she wanted.

“No, My Roberts. Turn around slowly. I want to look at you.”

It was the same tone that Ms Mallory had used. One that expected to get what it wanted. I turned, more slowly this time. And as I did, I could see her looking me up and down. And with that kind of inspection, I felt my cock returning to attention. As I finished my turn, Ms Lawrence’s gaze came to rest on my cock and she nodded approvingly.

“Well, Mr Roberts. I have to say that you do not disappoint. Ms Mallory’s review was no an over-statement. I assume that you have figured out that this job caters to the special tastes of this family. You understand what I am saying?”

All I could do was nod. Now that I was in the room and standing there with Ms Lawrence looking at my naked body, I realized how horny I’d become that week. My cock ached for attention.

“You look the part. Now I need you to take part in the second half of the test. Are you game, Mr Roberts?”

I nodded again, perhaps a little too eagerly.

“Yes, I see that you are. Good.” Then, Ms Lawrence reached over and pressed a button on her desk. I heard a bell in the next room over.

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~*~*This story has SJW undertones. Beware of my political leanings! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy*~*~

“Finn, I have a huge HUGE favor to ask you.” Alanna asked me giving me a pleading face.

I stare at her, she’s so fucking gorgeous. Her light brown skin reminds me of milk with a few drops of coffee. She has dazzling hazel eyes that gleam when she’s excited. Her curls are golden like she is. Drop dead gorgeous my best friend is. I can never say no to her.

“What is it this time Lanna?” I pretend to be exasperated.

“My family reunion is next week starting on Thursday and I need you to be my date. Please please please.” she begged holding her hands in prayer.

A family reunion? I’ve never been to one of those before. She did me a favor some years back and I told her I owed her one but she never cashed it in, so I figured she forgot. But nope, here she is collecting a debt that I’m not sure I can deliver.

“Sure Lanna.”

“Great!” she jumped then hugged me, pressing her soft breasts against my chest. “But I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. So doing all the boyfriend things; hugging, holding hands, gazing at me like I’m your world, and making me drinks. You know, the usual.”

I stare at her again. There it was, the catch. Pretending to be her boyfriend won’t be a problem for me because who on this not-so-green earth would say no to that face? Having to do the boyfriend gig would feel weird in front of her family.

I’m not much of a liar. Well at least not a good one. I sighed a heavy sigh, “Fine, but we’re even after this. You know I hate lying.”

“I can’t go to that reunion and not have a date, my parents are starting to get suspicious. Why don’t you come back this Friday so we can go over some things?”

I roll my eyes and quickly walk out the house before she could ask me for anything else. I don’t know why I agree to these things. We always get into trouble with her wild ideas but this one is trickier now that her family is involved. I have never met her parents since they live across the country but I have heard plenty of stories that leaves much to desire.

I don’t come from a fully stable household but her parents make me feel lucky that all I have is my brother. Never knowing my father was hard growing up and not having a close relationship with my mother was hard as well but, Lanna’s stories relieve me of any doubts. Overbearing parents come with the deal of having a two parent household, right?

In my car I try to weigh the pros and cons of this lie we’re about to pull off and I am unsettled. When I get home, I call HR to take those days off. I also send in a formal email documenting the vacation request. I have been working with the news station for about seven years and only get certain vacations for when I’m doing research for interesting content.

Alanna is our webmaster. When we met, we instantly clicked. Many of our coworkers think we are an item and that’s fine with me. Our work is too fast paced for office gossip to be a big deal. We collaborate a lot which means we are basically always together which also means it never helps the rumors. And once they see that we’re both taking off the exact same days at the exact same time. Oh boy.

She’s lucky I’m a great friend. I sit in my office with the television on in the background as I scour my laptop for a fresh new story. There’s always a new story, you just have to dig. After a couple of hours following some leads, I send quick texts to my journalism team to do more fact checking and digging up the bones of a promising lead. Satisfied with a good nights work, I check the clock seeing that I only have around five hours of sleep until it’s time for me to wake up for work. I drag my body to the bed to stare at the ceiling until sleep pulls me under.

Friday night after work, Lanna and I drive to her house. I undo my tie watching her pad to her bedroom to get more comfortable. I pull a beer out of her fridge, popping the top then take a generous sip to reveal her in some short loose forest green shorts and a white tank top on. She looks ready to be devoured. I am a man, I will notice a beautiful woman when I see one, even if she is my best friend.

“All right Finn bring me a beer and pop a squat.” she patted the couch cushion beside her.

My gaze travels up her long graceful legs parted on the chair. I take the top off her drink because I’m a gentleman, then sit next to her grabbing her leg to rest over mine.

“Ok lay some info on me.” I say taking a swig.

“So, we already know a significant amount of information about each other but I’m about to show you some people that you should steer clear of. These people will grill you like beef.”

“You’re giving me homework? Jeeze Lanna, what kind of friend gives her best friend homework?” I whine dramatically.

“Suck it up. You’re getting free food, free stay AND you get to check out all the beautiful women who are in my family, so you’re getting a great deal here.”

I izmir escort laugh, “Yeah but I only get to look, I don’t get to touch.” I pout, poking her in the thigh.

“Whatever. So my brother is the laid back one so can stick with him when I’m not around since ya’ll got along last year. I wish my sister was coming because she would be the one I’d pair you with. She’s a godsend, she can read people like a book. She can always tell what someone is going to do before they do it but I digress. Stick with Andre and you’ll be a ok.”

We went through things she wanted me to do, what she didn’t want me to do and then she broke the news to me.

“We will be staying in a cabin. Just me and you. One bed. You can sleep with me if you want but, there should be a couch. The reunion is on a campsite that we have rented out for the few days. It’s a nice one so we won’t be slumming it but definitely bring sunscreen because you’re a little on the pale side my friend.” she drank the last of her beer.

“Melanin challenged, thank you. What else?” I ask grabbing snacks from her pantry.

“They have this field day planned out so I would like if you joined in the reindeer games. All in all, my family is pretty chill but your presence will keep them distracted from asking too many grown up future questions. And if they do ask, just say we have only been dating six months. That’s enough time to adequately introduce you to the family but not enough to be contemplating marriage.”

“You’ve got this all planned out huh?”

“Sure do! When do you think you’ll be able to meet me at the airport next week?” she asked stretching her arms above her head, pushing her breasts to strain against her shirt.

“I was thinking about taking a ride share but I still have to see if Shelley will approve my vacation.”

“Oh please, Shelley is sweet on you. She’ll probably give you an extra three days off if you smile at her.” she laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind the next time I come in hungover.” I smile and start to rub her feet.

I don’t know why she insists on wearing heels at work when she isn’t required to. According to a lot of women, heels were torture devices. Relaxing deeper into the couch she lets out a moan when I press my thumb into her arch.

Turning on our favorite channel: the news, we shake our heads at the state of our country. We banter back and forth about what should be our next lead topic for the coming week. Our budding news station prided ourselves on being groundbreaking and touching on topics that may be controversial. The owner gives us a lot of free rein on the topics we choose. So far so good.

Now that we’re talking about it, I’m feeling kind of good about our fake relationship. Thinking about how good we are together convinces me that we can pull this off. I watch her doze off on the couch. Her short cropped curls on her head highlights the beauty of her face. She’s tall but she’s light as a feather. Cradling her in my arms, I walk her to the bed tucking her in. Our nights together always end like this. That woman can’t stay up to save her life.

After I clean up the mess we made, I make my way home alone. I check my phone and send a quick text to one of the ladies in my virtual rolodex. Instantly I get a text message with a picture of big breast with pink puffy nipples. I don’t harden like I expect to.

I look down at my unruly dick, “Really man? Really? Did you see those breasts?” I throw my head against the pillow in frustration.

Cutting my phone off, disgusted with myself, I roll over to my side.

Our week goes by fast with a barrage of new stories since the cops done up and lost their minds. The newsroom is in chaos trying to figure out which story we should focus on. All our other projects are tabled, throwing off our journalism team. For a second I thought there was going to be a riot in our walls. People running around like chickens with their heads cut off but Lanna was diligently in her office manning our social media platforms like the pro she is.

Late Thursday night, I double check my bag for all of my electronics.

“Catching the red eye?” my driver asks me.

“Yup leaves at two.” I’m trying to keep the conversation short because I don’t feel chatty at the moment.

“Where you headed?”

“Virginia.”

“That’s on the other side of the country! I’ve never been there before. Are you from around there?”

“No, I’m headed to a family reunion with a friend.”

“A lady friend?” I could see him wagging his eyebrows in the rearview mirror.

“Just a friend of mine.” I evaded.

“Oh I see, you want to keep it private and not jinx it.” he smiled a broad smile at me over his shoulder.

Thankfully we make it there before I have to answer. Lanna is outside sitting on a bench. When she spotted me, she walked over to me, throwing her hands around me. The driver gave me a thumbs up.

“Hey Lanna, I thought you were gonna be in there getting antalya escort our tickets. I also thought the reunion started today, why are we leaving so late?”

“What are you eighty? I have the tickets on my phone through the app. Also, these were the earliest ones I could get that worked for both of us. Come on let’s get checked in.” she turned, sauntering away with a swish of her slight hips.

“You’re a lucky man red. She’s a beauty. Better put a couple of babies in that one.” he laughed placing my last bag on the sidewalk.

“Yeah, thanks. Here you go.” I tipped the man thanking every god that that interaction is over.

Sending our bags off, she turned to me, “I know it’s super early but I’m starving. Maybe we can grab a bite and a drink? We still got an hour left.” she checked her phone then headed off.

“Yeah, sure, don’t even ask for my input.” I say to no one in particular since her long legs are eating up the space towards a burger place.

We ate our meals then settle down at our terminal until our flight is called. As I’m boarding, I realize how nervous I am. She really needed me to pull this off for her and I can’t let her down. It just bothers me that I have to lie to her entire family. I wonder if she’ll be able to convince them. Forget my bad acting, hers is atrocious.

I wake up to the shine of the sun in my eyes just in time to see that we have landed safely. I can’t believe I slept the whole way. I shrugged my shoulder to shake Lanna awake. Wiping her mouth, she stretched her arms over her head letting out a long satisfied moan while her eyes fluttered closed. Very pretty.

Lanna swiftly ordered a Lyft as I dragged our bags behind me. She surprisingly didn’t pack much. Her being a woman and all, I assumed her bag would be bigger and heavier. In the car she talked a mile a minute which signaled she was nervous as fuck. Her leg jumped so fast I feared she’d break the floor from the friction.

The second my foot touched the grass of the campgrounds, a woman who looked exactly like Lanna, just older, walked up to the car. “Alanna! My baby has made it. Oooh who is this handsome devil?”

“Hi ma.” Lanna hugged her mom, “Mom this is Phineas, Phineas this is my mom Carol Banks.”

“Please call me Carol.” she shook my hand.

“Hi Carol, you can call me Finn.” I shake her hand back giving her my winning smile.

“So are you and my Lanna…you know” she trailed off.

“Yes ma, Finn is my boyfriend and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t give him a hard time. Please.” she added.

“Little ‘ol me?” Carol gave me innocent eyes with an offended hand to her heart.

“Yes you.” Lanna laughed, “Now where are we staying?”

“Oh you’re just gonna love me! I got you the big cabin. Something told me to reserve you a nice sized one and look at that, my instincts were right. I surprise myself sometimes.” Carol grabbed my arm with a smile leading us towards our temporary home.

“So Finn, what is it that you do?”

“I am the news director at WWKZ.”

“You and my Lanna met on the job? I wonder how that works.”

“Yes we met at work, I couldn’t get her to stop asking me out so I gave in.” I joked, making Carol laugh.

“That is not how it happened and you know it.” Lanna pointed her index at me with a smile.

“So she says.” I say to Carol’s ear making her giggle like a school girl.

“I like you Finn, you’re the perfect match for my daughter. Well here we are! I have some more guests to welcome. Don’t be late for the meet and greet dinner, the itinerary is on your bed.” she turned to leave us alone.

“That was great Finn! Keep up the good work and I just might owe you something special.” Lanna keyed herself in while I juggled with the bags.

“Yeah well-” there was a high pitched scream coming out of the cabin.

I ran in to see Alanna in an embrace with a much smaller woman wrapped around her. They were doing that girly squeal women do when they’re excited. They were talking over each other, jumping up and down then hugging again.

Eventually the screeching was over.

“Finn this is my baby sister Zoe. Zoe this is Finn.” Lanna introduced us out of breath.

“Is this fake boyfriend?” Zoe asked hiking her thumb at me.

My eyes wide, I looked at Alanna for a clue on what to do.

“Don’t worry Finn, she knows. Zoe is my best friend and I tell her everything.”

“Hi baby sister.” I had to say that word to remind myself she was the younger sister even though there was nothing ‘baby’ about her.

Her hips were wide that led to thick thighs. Her breasts are high and perky, just the right size. With a body like that, no one would confuse her for a baby.

“I’m just a year younger than her, I don’t know why she insists on calling me a baby. Hi fake boyfriend Finn.” she threw her arms around my waist pulling me in towards her soft body for a hug.

I awkwardly patted her on the back then pulled away instantly missing kayseri escort her heat. “Nice to meet you Zoe. I have heard lots about you but I didn’t hear that you were going to be here.”

“It was a surprise. I haven’t seen my family in over a year and now my stint overseas is done, I’m back stateside. Did you and Al meet anyone else or just mom?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her. She didn’t look much like Alanna. They shared the same nose but that was the end of their similarities. Zoe is short, maybe 5’4, while Alanna is an inch or two shorter than me. Zoe has rich dark brown skin and deep dimples in her cheeks when she smiles or talks.

She’s a wee little thing with a smile so bright you have to shield your eyes. You can plainly see the love for Zoe in Alanna’s eyes.

“We just met mom. Why?” Lanna asked, squinting her eyes in suspicion.

“They invited Douglas.” Zoe made a gagging sound.

“What! Mom didn’t say a thing. That sneaky little…”

“Who’s Douglas?” I interject.

“He’s this guy that has been in love with Al since we were kids. I guess he never got the hint so thank goodness she had the good sense to invite you as her fake boyfriend.” Zoe smiled.

“I need to get to the bottom of this dastardly deed.” Lanna stormed out of the cabin slamming the door behind her.

“Di…did she just say ‘dastardly deed’?” confused at her choice of words, I had to ask out loud.

“She sure did big guy. Talk to me.” Zoe led me to the sitting area. “Do you like your job?”

Woah. No, how is the weather or how do you know my sister. “I actually love it. I get to do investigative work and choose what kind of material we air. I’m not the boss but I like that I get to call most of the shots.”

She was looking at me intently with a cute smile on her face. I should not be recognizing that her smile is cute. I look around the cabin to escape her gaze, but I can still feel her eyes on me.

“That’s wonderful. So how do you think Al would take it, if I asked to move in with her?”

“You barely know me, why are you asking these questions.” I’m shocked that she’s so…open.

“Well Al knows you and obviously loves you and trusts you enough to bring you out here and she talks about you a lot so I basically know all there is I need to know about you.” she’s holding my hand now, tugging it so I’m looking her in her eyes.

“Honestly? I think she would love it if you moved in with her. She has a three bedroom house with just her there. I also think she could use some woman friends instead of hanging out with the guys all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging with her.” I trail off.

“That’s Al, she’s one of the boys. It’s good to know you think it’s a good idea because, I kinda applied for a job and had my first interview a few days ago and my second interview will be in person.”

“This is a lot to take in.” I didn’t want to be rude but this is my first time meeting her. Shouldn’t she be a little more reserved?

“I know I’m a handful. You’ll get used to it, don’t worry.” she got off the couch to pull her bags out the closet.

A nice round apple bottom of an ass. I check her out, wondering what all that ass looks like uncovered. She bends over giving me images to use later on tonight. I feel myself start to wake up in my pants so I jump up rather quickly, startling her, then tossing my bag on the bed to pull out a few things to get ready.

She turns to look at me, her head cocked to the side like animals do. “There’s only one shower and I have already taken mine but you’ll have to wait for me to go find some towels for you.”

“How long do you think that will take?” I ask avoiding eye contact.

“Hmm.” she taps a finger nail on her full lip, “Maybe five minutes, I think they’re all in my mom’s cabin.”

“Ok. I’ll hop in the shower and you can just hand it to me when you get back.”

“Okie dokie.” she turned to leave, giving me one last glance before closing the door.

I’m in trouble. Big, huge trouble. I’ve only known her for a maximum of twenty minutes but I like her presence. She’s also very easy on the eyes.

Shaking her out of my head, I turn the shower on. As I lather soap on my body I try to remember I’m here for Lanna. And hitting on her sister is a big no no. Fake boyfriend or not. Why do I always find myself in these kinds of situations? Why can’t I have a normal life not filled with temptation? I guess I can blame the red, hot blooded Irish in me for that.

I forgot my shampoo but it seems Zoe left hers on the shelf. I take a whiff and my nostrils are assaulted by a fruity concoction. Shrugging, I massage the product on my scalp feeling a minty tingle. Smells delightful. A knock sounded at the door.

“It’s just me, I placed your towel on top of the sink.” Zoe said over the water.

Fifteen more minutes passed with me showering and rinsing off when I left the bathroom with a plume of steam following me. I entered the room seeing Zoe tugging a shirt down her torso. I caught a sliver of flat tummy and smooth skin. I looked up to see Lanna looking at me like she caught me doing something devious. I could feel my face turning red, I turned to quickly grab my underwear and walked back in the bathroom.

My embarrassment ebbed so I exited the bathroom, not seeing Zoe anymore.

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Hey, you’ve reached Larissa. I’m not here right now….

There it was again. I didn’t think I would ever get sick of hearing my own voice, but I was starting to.

Curled up on the couch at home with remote in hand, I did what I do best. I avoided making a decision. I couldn’t say no to James or Noah. Especially Noah. I guessed a night of watching Law and Order: SVU wouldn’t be so bad anyway.

Joanna’s heels clicked against the wooden steps as she walked down them. “Ris, if you don’t answer that phone…”

“You’ll just keep listening to it ring,” I said. “I don’t feel like talking to Noah. Or James.”

“Crazy,” she muttered. “I can see not wanting James, he’s tired. But Noah? You’re out of it.”

“Whatever,” I laughed. “Just go on your little date and get out of my hair.”

Once I heard Joanna close the front door and leave, I sighed. I picked up my phone. 8 missed calls. James… then Noah. Noah again. Then James, two more times. I couldn’t take it. I didn’t’ feel so bad about standing Noah up but I owed James more than that. I hit the menu button and then pressed send, dialing his number.

“Hello?”

“Hey, James.” I could hear a lot of talking in the background. Was he having a get-together?

“Ris.” He sounded surprised. “What’s up?”

“Sorry about our date tonight,” I said.

“No, um…” I could hear laughter in the background. Screw a get-together: James was having a party. “Actually that’s why I kept calling you. I had other plans tonight.”

Well, didn’t that make me feel good. “Oh. Well… okay. I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

“You too, babe.” Click!

All I could do was laugh. All this worrying, avoiding James and Noah and it turned out that my decision would have been made for me already. Who knew? Slumped in the corner of my sofa now, I stretched while watching TV. Mariska Hargitay’s character was inspecting an abandoned house, searching for a scared child on the run. I swear, this show always drew me in from the moment it started to the very end. Just as Dt. Olivia Benson kicked the door in to the abandoned house, I heard a thunderous knock on my own front door.

“Woo! Hold on,” I yelled, shaking off my spooked feeling. As I got to the door, I rolled my eyes. How many times will Jo-Jo come back for something she left was a fun game I enjoyed playing.

“What you need now, Jo… Noah?”

“JoNoah,” he laughed. With his hands nestled inside the pockets of his brown jacket, he peered at me. Good lord, he was wearing glasses and instead of making him look nerdy, he look distinguished. Sexy. His silver ring was in the middle of his lower lip and his dark brown, curly hair was tousled. I wonder if he went for the bed-head look or if he literally just rolled out of bed. You could never tell with Noah. Those deep dimples of his were showing as he said, “Now that’s an interesting nickname.”

This man couldn’t be real. It was like something out of those cheesy harlequin romance novels. A lonely woman, alone and bored, is saved by a mysterious hunk. Except Noah wasn’t a hunk. He was just a real guy. I stood there, gawking at him.

“Yeah,” he walked past me, coming inside my house. “Since you’re not going to invite me in, I’ll just come in by myself.”

I closed and locked the door. Still silent.

“Nice to see you too, Ris.” Flopping down on the couch, he slid a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled a single out. I walked towards him, sitting on the couch opposite of him as he lit it up. “You stood me up,” he exhaled. “It’s eight-thirty now. Rory’s gone to bed, someone’s watching him. But,” he paused before taking another inhale of his cigarette, “I’m not even mad. I needed to get out of the house. Nice to walk in a room without tripping over some damn toys,” he laughed.

“Um,” I managed to squeak. “I just wasn’t feeling good. Didn’t feel like going out.”

“It’s alright. No harm, no foul. You know I could have came to you if you didn’t want to come to me. I ended up doing it anyway. Something told me you weren’t out of the house.” Shrugging off his jacket, he tossed it over the arm of the couch. He raised an eyebrow. “Law and Order?”

“Yeah,” I replied sheepishly. “I like it. Something wrong with that?”

“Down girl. I was just asking a question.” Some time passed before we next spoke. Instead, we exchanged glances at one another silently, like two teens on their first date. As expected, he broke the silence. I could barely think because of him, let alone initiate conversation.

“Why you sitting so far away? I’m not gonna bite. Come over.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like I’m scared of sitting next to you, Noah.” But I was. Scared to death, even. I sat on the opposite side of my large couch, still a distance away from him. I looked at him and cocked my head to the side, as if to say ‘Are you happy now?’ Instead of replying, Noah winked and started playing with his lip ring.

Oh, boy. Move, Larissa. adana escort Go.

Noah was intent on driving me crazy. We didn’t even know each other that well, but I had a feeling he’d experienced things like this in the past. He knew he was good-looking and used it to his advantage. He nibbled on the corner of his lower lip, just next to the ring. Every so often he’d look over at me and raise both eyebrows; not in a seductive way, but almost in a matter-of-fact way. I liked Noah because trying to seduce was not his M.O. He went about it in such a low-key way.

Oh, god.

Looking over at him again, I could see he was rubbing his tongue against his lip ring. Again, it wasn’t in a ‘don’t you wish the ring was you’ way. He was doing it in such a nonchalant way. He knew he looked sexy but acted like he didn’t. I knew from that point on, it was going to take all of my willpower not to spread my legs and give it up right then and there. What I told Noah some days earlier was true; I didn’t believe in just sleeping with anyone, no matter how sexy. But this boy was testing my limits.

“Okay,” I said frantically, getting to my feet. “I need snacks. What do you want? If you even want something.”

“Give me a second,” he muttered before looking up at me quizzically. “Got any chocolate?”

Was he serious? I put my hands on my hips and looked over at him. He gave me a big smile that reminded me of Rory. They looked so much like each other. I guessed genes were strong in his family.

“The only chocolate in this house is me,” I half-joked. “And even then, I’m more like butterscotch.”

“Ugh. Do I look like I’m 70? Who eats butterscotch?” he complained.

“Fine! I’ll grab some popcorn and get some soda.” My feet slid against the carpeted floor as I made my way into the kitchen. Opening the shelves, I grabbed two folded packets of microwavable popcorn from the box. I could barely manage unwrapping them from their plastic case without feeling the pressure building inside of me. I had never questioned myself about anything regarding my sexuality until Noah. Although I was far from a prude, I didn’t believe in just sleeping with anyone.

Especially people I wanted to be in a relationship with.

The buttery smell of the popcorn usually nauseated me but this time it was reality’s slap in the face that turned my stomach. Noah had a girlfriend. Silver. I remembered the sight of the leggy redhead in the parking lot earlier today. I wasn’t jealous. What for? I had curves that could stop traffic. But who says that would be enough for Noah?

I opened both popcorn bags and dumped the contents into a huge blue bowl Joanna and I used for get-togethers and parties. Tucking two bottled waters under my arms from the fridge, I flopped down on the couch next to Noah. Stray pieces of popcorn flew from the bowl and I heard him laugh.

“What?” I asked, self-consciously.

“Nah,” he replied. “It’s nothing. I just can’t remember the last time I chilled with a girl at home, watched TV and snacked on popcorn. It’s like I’m in Junior High all over again.” The bowl rested on my lap. Noah’s hand dove right in, making the bowl wobble against me. I closed my eyes briefly and turned away, wondering what would happen if the bowl wasn’t shielding my desire for him.

“Uh.” My voice broke as I talked, and I took the opportunity to clear my throat before I continued. “Well, maybe you think it’s Junior High, but I do this all the time. Much better than going to random parties with people you don’t know and listening to tired lines from sleazy guys looking to bang anything with a heartbeat.”

I could see Noah from the corner of my eye. He nodded. “I can respect that.” He paused before looking around the living room. “Is it always so dark in here like this?”

“Only when I’m watching Law and Order: SVU,” I explained. “Not only that, but I was planning on watching a horror movie. ‘One Missed Call.’ Ever heard of it?”

Smiling, he tilted his head to the side and grinned. “Japanese or American version?”

“American.”

“Lame. Japanese version will make you shit yourself,” he exclaimed. “American version might make you jump a few times, at best. Horror movie buff like everyone else?”

“Not me,” I shook my head. “Joanna. I’d much rather watch something else but we don’t have any other DVD’s.”

“We don’t have to watch a movie. That’s horribly cliché anyway, don’t you think? Girl watches horror movie with friend, guy gropes girl, they make out, fuck, and then get their heads chopped off by a psycho wielding a machete or knife or some other sharp weapon,” he finished with a snort. “Hey, how about this: got any board games?”

Of course I did! I was the queen of board games. Silly or not, I loved playing Scrabble, Pictionary or even clue. “Yeah, a few,” I answered. “Clue, Scrabble –”

“Twister?”

The fantasy I had of Noah’s body thrashing against eskişehir escort mine didn’t take place on a twister mat. But maybe that was a good thing. “Yeah I do. Hold on.” I slid my hand underneath the couch and pulled out the crumpled twister box, thanks to years of wear-and-tear. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d played it, but I knew I would never forget playing it this time around.

Noah pulled the coffee table off to the side as I unfolded the mat, spreading it out on the floor. Placing the spinner next to the mat, I nervously put on hand on my hip, and raised the other one towards him. “You’re up.”

Rubbing his hands together, he grinned at me and flicked the spinner, which landed on left-foot green. Noah simply placed his now sock-covered foot on the circle, and waited for me to go. The spinner took forever to choose where I’d go, and my upset stomach fluttered with butterflies. Right-foot red. This pattern continued, each hand and foot that he or I moved making me all the more anxious. When it was my turn to spin and move again, I noticed that I was on all fours underneath Noah. Occasionally I’d hear him groan which would make me crazy, but he insisted that it was lack of exercise. “Being in one fucking position like this is… murder,” he puffed. “I really should toss the cigs off of my list of bad habits and jog once in a while.”

A condescending laugh escaped me. “Told you. Just because you’re young, it doesn’t mean you have an agile body like mine.” I moved one more time and could feel my arms starting to give. “Oh, Shit!” I smiled going down and laughed non-stop when I hit the mat. I didn’t notice that Noah had gone down as well, with his arms propped up to support himself. While he wasn’t directly over me, he was still close enough to put me ill at ease. His dark, grey eyes penetrated me. He wasn’t laughing; not even a smirk. I wondered if he was hurt. “What’s the matter?”

He stood up and clasped my hand, pulling me to him. His large palm brushed against my jawbone as he cradled my cheek. All the alarms were going off inside, and on the outside, my hard nipples and damp panties were a testament of how much I wanted this man. He inched forward, strands of his straight brown hair obscuring his eyes. My eyes closed as I felt his lip-ring brush against my own full, bright pink lips. I trembled as it sank in that we were embracing in our first kiss. A kiss that shouldn’t be happening.

As if he read my thoughts, he pulled away as quickly as he could and reached for his jacket. I walked towards him, putting my hand on his shoulder. “What?” Noah –”

“Have to get back to Rory,” he explained as he slipped his feet back inside of his shoes.” He stopped when he saw just how confused and slightly hurt I was. He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed it softly. “It’s been fun.” Opening the front door, he winked at me before closing it.

With my back against the door, I stared ahead of me, barely blinking. What the hell just happened?

*****

“How’s Rory?” Noah asked as he entered his three bedroom, two-bathroom abode. The toys that lay askew all over the living room with Rory in the middle of the mess answered his question. Instead of smiling at the sleeping tyke, he sighed and cocked a brow at Crystal, who was too busy filing her nails to look up at him. “Crystal,” he barked. “Why the fuck is Rory not in his own bed?”

“He’s too heavy,” she whined. “What was I supposed to do? And I told you about calling me Crystal. My nick is Silver.”

Even having a girlfriend with the hottest body in the world didn’t compensate for her lack of intelligence and common sense. Noah scooped up Rory in his arms, being careful as he maneuvered his way around the various blocks and toy cards blocking a clear path to the bedroom. Laying the three year old in his bed, he tucked him in and swept the hair out of his face. He had embraced him as his own. Hell, Rory might as well be his son. If it wasn’t for their mother high-tailing it out of dodge, maybe the kid would have a better life. When Noah found out that his then 45 year old mother was unhappily pregnant and wanted an abortion, Noah begged her not to. An only child, he had always yearned for someone to play with. Now, as an adult, he wanted nothing more than to take Rory as his own, and give him the best life his mother never could.

Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, he quietly retreated from his bedroom and grimaced as he looked at Crystal. Now fully nude on the couch, she flashed what was once a seductive grin Noah’s way. Her fiery-red hair was wild and her green eyes told the story; when in doubt, give it up. Noah adored that some years ago, but now it did nothing for him. “Put your clothes back on, Crystal.”

“Silver!”

“Whatever. I’m not in the mood tonight.” He continued admonishing her as he gathered Rory’s toys and put them in his wooden toy chest. “Just tell me how he was.”

“Annoying,” sakarya escort she scoffed. “First he wanted me to read to him. Then he wanted me to play with him. And when the little bast– I mean, tyke, finally wore himself out, I tried to pick him up but he was just too darn heavy. You understand, right?” Silence. “Right?” she asked again.

Noah look at her scornfully. “Not right,” he growled, trying not to raise his voice. “You know better.”

“Whatever! You know, I’m tired of you treating me this way. You wouldn’t even have this fucking house if it weren’t for me and my dad. Or your job, for that matter.”

The bitter laugh that emanated from Noah startled Crystal. The side effects of dating a local socialite. The quintessential rich ‘Daddy’s Girl.’ When they had met in high school, Noah didn’t care about her life or her background. He just wanted to hit the sack with her, but Crystal didn’t give it up so easy back then. So he waited a very long year before he scored with her. By that time, Crystal had already “fallen in love” with Noah and wanted them to be an official couple. Her wealth never came into play, until his Mom dropped the bombshell that was her pregnancy. Crystal and her father, Norman, really came through for he and Rory. Norman Foyer owned roughly half of the businesses in the suburban town, which made for a very rich man. He also dabbled in real estate, and even allowed Rory and Noah to live in one of his homes, with the price of rent reduced at a considerable rate — all because of Crystal.

She had done a lot for him. But it still wasn’t enough. He didn’t love her.

“You know, you’re right Crystal. I would not have this house if it weren’t for you. I wouldn’t have my job if it weren’t for you. Thank you.” Noah stiffly turned and walked to his bedroom. He was grateful that Crystal didn’t live with he and Rory; she constantly complained that the house was too small. Not a far fetched complaint from a girl who was used to only living in large, luxurious homes.

“Silver,” she reminded him for the millionth time.

Gritting his teeth with his back turned to her, he dropped his head and turned to look at her. “Right. Silver.” He closed the door to his room and sighed. His body stayed tense until he heard the familiar sound of his front door closing. God, that chick drove him nuts. At 23, Noah didn’t expect Crystal to want to be a mother to Rory right away, but up until recently he had hoped that she would at least warm up to the premise of being around him on a daily basis. It was clear she hadn’t and didn’t want to.

His angry thoughts turned to sweet ones as he remembered when Rory and Larissa first met. Rory was shy, like Noah had been as a child. Usually, he didn’t take to strangers but when Noah told him that he was spending time with Larissa, before he even saw her, decided to grab flowers for her. Could he tell Ris was a special person ahead of time? Noah sure did. Rory talked about her whenever he recalled his first and so far, only visit with Ris. “Noyah, ah we gowing to see yarissa?” the little man would ask every so often. He spoke just as Noah did as a kid, and it made him laugh.

Then he remembered tonight: how Larissa had sat nervously next to him throughout his whole visit. It was endearing at first because he knew she liked him. He’d gone through the motions a million times before. But he didn’t want to do the same old song and dance with her. She didn’t just seem different, he already knew she was. Good lord, he could barely keep his eyes off of her nipples that jutted out from beneath her shirt clear as day. God knows how he ached to rip that little flimsy shirt she was wearing off and caress his lips lovingly around what he assumed were beautiful chocolate buds.

As he looked down at his feet, he quickly realized his view was blocked by the tent that had risen in his boxers. Lying on top of his bed covers, he found himself slipping his hand inside of his shorts to wrangle his member. The reason Crystal loved him, as well as other girls, was all thanks to his package. He was blessed with an above average shaft and he couldn’t recall a time where a girl didn’t want to jump on him right then and there after they saw it. But he wasn’t thinking about them. He was thinking about Larissa, and her luscious golden brown skin. He had dated many girls before in the past whenever he and Crystal took “breaks”, including Asian, European and even Hispanic. But he had never had the pleasure of laying his eyes upon such a beautiful Black beauty like Larissa. She was positively stunning, without even trying to be.

“Oh,” he groaned softly as his clenched fist traveled back and forth around him. It was never Noah’s M.O. to go for the girl-next-door type and not too many men did the same. But maybe he should have. Maybe, no, there definitely was a hypothetical trophy to be won for having a gorgeous, classy, hospitable and kind woman on your arm, even more so then having some smoking hot bimbo by your side. Larissa was that classy woman. She was definitely gorgeous and so, so kind. Bashful. It was refreshing to meet someone like her. His mind outlined the shape of her body and he grunted as the first trickle of his seed dribbled down his hand. He wasn’t there yet, but the thought of her body made him so damn close.

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