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“This is the last stage of my typical rounds,” Hector said when they had arrived at the entrance to the next section of trails.

June checked her wrist-watch. “And your shift ends…when?”

“In about an hour. Well, that’s when I go to the main office and submit any reports or requests for maintenance.”

“And then?”

“Well, after that, I usually…get in my truck and go home.”

She just looked at him.

“Do you…do you want to come over?” he asked. Before she could answer he interrupted, “Unless, you know, if you don’t want to come to my house we could always go to the town next over, go out somewhere…get dinner? See a movie?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing your place…”

His stomach churned with rapid excitement. His ex-girlfriend had said the same thing, years ago, before she came over and pulled him into bed and spent all night riding him.

“Sure, yeah. Great. So after this walk…do you want me to drop you off at your B&B and come back for you after I file some paperwork?”

“That would be nice, thanks. Gives me the chance to freshen up.”

“Then it’s a plan,” Hector said. As soon as the words were out, he felt he should have said date instead of plan but it was too late to take it back.

The last hour of their walk was more shy and quiet than any of the others – neither of them said much, aside from occasional small talk. Mostly they communicated with sidelong glances and pleased, albeit self-conscious, conspiratorial smiles.

Even June wasn’t stomping off the trail in her boots to pee with the same frequency. In fact, she wasn’t going at all. Judging from the copious way she had relieved herself over and over again this afternoon, Hector suspected she was holding it in deliberately. And judging from how quickly she cycled through water bottle refills, she was probably storing a surprising amount in that small frame and petite bladder.

Before he knew it, the hour was up; he drove June back to her bed & breakfast, waved goodbye, and spent about 15 minutes at the office speeding through paperwork as quickly as possible before returning to the same place. She was downstairs soon after he buzzed her, though her footsteps were unsteady.

He realized when she climbed in the truck, wincing, that she was exhibiting all the signs of an overfull bladder.

“Look like you have to go, there,” he chuckled. She turned her face to his.

“You have no idea,” she said solemnly. Then she pressed a hand to her pelvis and wriggled a little.

“I have the floor mats for a reason, you know,” Hector said quickly, pointing to them. “For this reason, in fact.”

“What, for potential dates?” she winked. Her breath was coming in short puffs.

“For myself, in case of accidents,” he said. “But…you look like you’re on the verge of having an accident.”

“I got this. As long as we don’t have an accident while you drive,” she said, gesturing to the dashboard. “Can we get out of here?”

“Sure, sure,” he said, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. “You look nice, by the way.”

June had exchanged her light day dress for one that was darker and a little slinkier. Rather than flaring out at the waist, it tapered nicely around her hips, hugging the curve of her ass. “Thanks,” she said, smiling; but then the smile twisted as she was wracked by a spasm that made her bend forward.

“Oooh,” she groaned. “I really have to piss.”

“That’s what you get when you hold it,” he chuckled. “Sure you don’t wanna make use of those floor mats?”

“Oh, I didn’t say I wouldn’t,” she said. “But I held it so long because I wanted you to see it, and it wouldn’t be any good if you were driving and missed the whole show…”

Hector felt a squeezing in his chest and a corresponding throb in his groin. Fuck.

“That’s hot,” he said aloud. “I…really do want to see that.”

“Ooooh, then please pull over,” June moaned. “Like, now now now now now, oh, fuck, I’m seriously gonna wet myself-“

They had passed through the main part of town and were on their way into the woods. Hector’s place was only a few minutes away, but for now, the houses were miles apart and separated by dense woods. He pulled over to the shoulder of the road and turned to June just in time to see her squirt everywhere.

She wasn’t wearing underwear, and she merely rolled the tight bottom of the dress up over her hips and proceeded to piss forcefully forward.

Her stream thundered against the glove compartment and dripped down onto the mats. After a moment, she scooted her ass forward on the seat and aimed downward so that she soaked the floor mats. Her urine filled up the grooves and tread of the plastic mat, at first Maltepe Anal Escort drumming and then splashing down.

And fuck, the sheer amount of it. Hector wondered how it was possible she could fit all that liquid inside her, as she was rapidly turning the passenger seat floor mat into a miniature pond. And all the while she gushed, she sighed deeply and with huge relief.

“Mmmmm, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned. “I was feeling so tight and full and shaky and now…oooh, god…”

Her stream was only now beginning to dwindle. Hector watched it diminish, winking and flashing in the sunlight, jumping like a little fountain. A few drops fell onto the seat below and were swallowed immediately, sinking deep into the thirsty fabric. The image gave Hector a sudden idea. But he would save that for later.

“I really want to get you home, now,” he growled as she collapsed back into the seat. He was already putting the car back in gear. “We’ll be there in just a minute.”

On arrival, June’s legs were still shaky as she dismounted from the truck. He gave her a hand to get out, then reached in to grab the floor mat. The pool of urine, now displaced, rippled and sent a small wave of June’s pee rushing over Hector’s hand. It was still a little warm.

He shook the mat out, then hosed it off and left it outside to dry. Then he washed his hands, and his face, and then he stuck his head under the water because the day was hot and he was sweating. “You can go on in,” he said to June. “Door’s unlocked.”

But she just sat on a rocking chair on the porch and waited until he was finished. “Is it weird to say that it’s kinda sexy watching you be industrious about taking care of my own pee?”

“Not any weirder than anything else we’ve done or experienced in the last few days,” he said, joining her with a towel around his shoulders. “Shall we?”

“After you,” she gestured. “I feel strange preceding people into their own homes.”

“Fair enough.” He pulled open the screen door, pushed open the front door, and kicked his shoes off as he stepped up onto the stoop. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water’s great,” she said. “And lots of it.”

“You got it,” he said; it was easy to grab two glasses and the pitcher of water from the kitchen and rejoin June in the den, where she looked around at the walls and furnishings curiously. “You know, I think my grandparents had that same dining room table when I was growing up,” she said, pointing to it.

“That would be interesting, considering that my own grandfather was a carpenter by trade and he made this table by hand,” Hector said, handing her a glass. “It was the prototype for a few similar models that he sold in town. I don’t suppose they got it from a local woodworker?”

“You know, I think they did!”

It was strange, how uncanny this feeling of familiarity creeping over him was. How much this young woman felt like…home. He wanted to sit down on the couch next to her and cuddle close, just savoring the feeling of being here, together. But she was all pretty and dressed up, and he was in desperate need of a shower.

“Will you give me a minute to clean up and change my clothes?” he asked, pinching at his shirt. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll entertain myself by looking at those – are those baby pictures?”

He groaned, but her enthusiasm was too endearing to hold a frown. “Yeah, that’s me with my parents. And that one was when I was 8, and they took me to the beach. Ahh, anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”

He backed out of the room hurriedly and headed to the bathroom, realizing only after he had stripped down and plunged into the shower that he had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with him.

No matter – he would slink down the hallway to his bedroom and she wouldn’t see him.

But as he was rinsing the soap off, there was an urgent knock at the door.

“Sorry, but you don’t have another bathroom, do you?” June asked, her voice tight with tension. “I just…really have to pee again. Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” he said. “The door is open. Come on in.”

Immediately the door opened wide and June rushed in. The shower curtain hanging between them was clear, with a colorful bubbly print that distorted the view of the other side. But June paused for a moment, looking at Hector through the plastic. It was a nice look. He turned the shower off, to better appreciate it.

“I thought you didn’t like peeing in toilets,” he said. “Didn’t you say that, in the woods?”

“That’s true,” she admitted. “I don’t. But when I’m a guest in someone’s home, I don’t really have the luxury…”

“Well, just so you Maltepe Yaşlı Escort know for the future,” Hector said, “If you walk out the back door, you’ll go straight into the woods and no one will see you out there.”

“Tempting,” she said. “But I also want to do it where you can watch me.”

At that, Hector smoothly slid the shower curtain aside from its place between them. He felt curiously unashamed about exposing his entire naked body to her. “I’m watching,” he said; June blushed a little.

But still she didn’t sit on the toilet itself. Hector gazed at her for a moment. “Change your mind?”

“It’s just…”

“Is there something you’d rather do?”

Now she really did blush, all the way to her ears. “Um…well…nevermind.”

He put a hand out to touch her arm, heedless of the water that clung to him. “Tell me.”

“Have you ever thought about…drinking someone’s pee?” she murmured.

It was Hector’s turn to blush. In fact, he had been thinking about that: when she peed heavily in his car, and how the seat below had wicked up the fluid. He’d never tried it before, and didn’t know if he would like it, but seeing June relieving herself like that made him think for the first time that he wouldn’t mind being a receptacle for her relief…

Now she was the one who reached out to touch him. She recognized his own embarrassment as interest. “You have, haven’t you?”

Hector groaned and put his hands over his face. “Yes. Of course. I’ve never been tempted before, but…seeing you, earlier…”

He put his hands down. June met his gaze steadily. “Would you like to try it?” she asked.

When he nodded, June didn’t hesitate; she immediately climbed into the bathtub, simultaneously peeling off her dress and casting it into a corner of the room.

‘I hope I swept the place recently,’ Hector thought as she put a hand on his chest and levered both of them down so that he was lying in the tub, and she straddled him. Then, ‘oh damn, this is actually happening.’

“You sure?” she asked, and he nodded again. “Yes. I’m nervous, but excited. I want you to pee in my mouth. I do.”

She shivered a little above him at the words. “Fuck. It sounds so hot when you say it. Okay. I really can’t hold it any longer.”

“Do it,” Hector said, opening his mouth suggestively. “I’m ready.”

June grinned. Then she turned around so she faced his feet, and scooted backwards on hands and knees: a typical 69 position. June’s ass really was lovely: round and firm, jiggling a little as she moved towards him.

She settled down, pressing their bodies closer together, and bringing her pussy right up against his mouth and chin. Hector obligingly opened his mouth and, daringly, licked her from slit to clit with his tongue pressed flat and wide against her.

June gasped, but it clearly wasn’t unwelcome: she started grinding against his tongue and making whimpers of longing. “Oooh, Hector…” she sighed, and at the sound of his own name coming from her mouth in pleasure, Hector’s erection – which was so far kept at bay by nerves – swelled.

“Oooh, Hector,” June said again, but now with delight. Hector had to admit that despite whatever other personal issues, he certainly wasn’t lacking in size. He was accustomed to the girls he bedded marveling at the appearance of his fully erect cock. But it was still gratifying, especially coming from June.

And then – speaking of personal issues – the hard tight feeling of his own erection tripped that neural circuit and he suddenly went just soft enough to start pissing. Pleasure mingled with relief and he couldn’t see the spray but he could feel it rushing out of his semi-hard cock.

“Ooh! Hector!” June squealed. He realized self-consciously that he hadn’t actually warned June that this was a possibility. They shared an interest in piss, and he had mentioned the worksite injury, but she didn’t know the full extent of his issues. He just felt so comfortable with her, it was as if he assumed he had already told her.

He pulled away from her pussy enough to speak. “Ahh, shit. I’m really sorry about that. I would have warned you if I knew it was coming. The thing is-“

But suddenly June was saying, “Fuck fuck fuck,” and a warm rush of fluid spread over Hector’s chin and cheeks. He clamped his mouth back over her peeing pussy as soon as he realized that he had made an error in pulling away: she was positively gushing.

He didn’t know what to expect – a strange taste? discomfort? gagging and choking? could he possibly drown? – but found instead that her fluids barely tasted like anything. It was easy to swallow it down as she steadily filled his mouth, not just once but Maltepe Zenci Escort several times over.

And when he surfaced to conscious awareness of anything other than the sweet sensation of drinking straight from her source-place, he realized that she was moaning his name still, and that his cock was rock-hard.

June surprised him by taking hold of his cock. She slowly pumped it while emptying the last of her piss onto her tongue. Now that it was just a dribble, Hector felt free to leisurely lick her. He felt gratified by every tremble and whimper while her thighs got tighter and tighter around his ears.

And she stroked his cock steadily, but then – why was he still surprised by anything this marvelous woman did? – lowered her own head and swirled her tongue around the head of her cock before taking him in her mouth nearly down to the base. He groaned into her cunt, which turned into more of a buzzing hum that made her thrust back harder against his tongue.

All of this was getting to be too much for Hector, who felt ready to blow his load, but he ought to warn June of what was likely to follow. The only problem was that she was vigorously humping his face and clinging to him like an octopus, and he didn’t want to peel her off anytime soon; he was enjoying this too much, and wanted to make her come hard.

But while imagining June coming hard as she rode his face, Hector started to spasm, and she encouraged him along with little noises, so when she took him deep in her mouth again he ejaculated against the back of her throat.

His groaning as he came again sent buzzing vibrations against her pussy, and she followed him quickly by shuddering and quaking on top of him in a way he knew had to be an orgasm ripping through her body.

But by then, he was pissing. And oh fuck, this one felt like a deep, nearly soul-cleansing, piss. On the heels of that intense orgasm (with the first woman he’d bedded – or, bathtubbed – in several years), this piss was so satisfying that it extended the sensation of orgasm.

And rather than pulling away, or gagging and choking, or anything like it, June was still making hums of pleasure while she, her lips firm around his cock, drank deeply of him.

This transaction of fluids was impossibly intimate: more intense than anything Hector had experienced with any past sex partner. Even as he finished leaking the last droplets of piss, which June eagerly licked up, his cock was rising again.

“Wait,” Hector said. “I have to tell you something.”

June turned around on her hands and knees so that she was facing him, still straddling his lap. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. That was…fucking amazing. I just…”

“What’s up?”

“So you remember when I told you about my workplace accident?”

“Yeah?”

“After that surgery, it’s like…things got a little confused, down there. I guess you could call it mixed signals to the brain. Most guys can’t cross over between ejaculating and pissing but it’s like…” he gestured vaguely to his genitals. “I can’t stop it. Sometimes getting horny makes me feel the need to piss, or vice versa. And almost always, I can’t help pissing right after I finish coming.”

He imagined June might adopt a solemn expression: she would nod, and listen, and support him. But he wasn’t expecting the devilish grin that spread across her face in that moment.

“That’s fucking hot,” she said. “You won the workplace injury lottery on that one, huh?”

“…did I?”

She sat back on her heels, still straddling him. The gesture lifted her torso into the air, where her pillowy breasts bounced a little and attracted his gaze. “Don’t you think? It doesn’t cause any pain, does it?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I mean…there is some discomfort. Not physical discomfort though.”

“You mean emotional discomfort?” she quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I guess so.”

June leaned over him and kissed him full on the mouth. “You don’t have anything to worry about with me. There’s no need to be embarrassed about it. I think you’re magnificent. And all of this-” she gestured to him and his cock vaguely. “-really turns me on.”

He pulled her close, the two of them embracing, still lying in the bathtub. “I feel like this is more than I deserve,” he murmured. “But holy fuck, I am so glad I met you.”

“Me too,” she said. “It never would have happened if you hadn’t burst into that clearing and done your thing, embarrassing or not.”

“It was just luck that you were there to see it.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Good luck for both of us.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get out of this bathtub,” Hector said, squirming against the ache in his spine. “Shall I show you the rest of the house?”

“If by that you mean your bedroom, then yes, please,” June said impishly.

So together they took a quick rinse in the shower and then Hector took June by the hand and led her down the hall…

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Adventures in Nemesisland Ch.21

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“Will she appear do you think?” asked Kim.

“Oh yes Kim, I’m in no doubt about that. As a goddess of fate I know the moment of your meeting was pre-ordained. Her life blood runs through you Kim, you must believe she would never turn down this chance to touch her sole heir with her spirit.”

“I’m scared,” Kim sobbed, “of all the weird and wonderful things that have happened to me in Nemesisland, this is the scariest.”

Goddess Nemesis pulled Kim to her and held her in a tight hug, the warmth of her body enveloping her in the heartfelt embrace.

“Don’t cry yet Kim. There will be a time for tears, but not yet. Show fortitude for just a while longer.”

“This is my family isn’t it, my only family?”

“Yes Kim, the Goddess Ziva is your family; you are her ancestor,” she said wiping a tear from her eye, “but stop Kim, look, you’re making me cry now!” she laughed through the tears.

Goddess Nemesis had led Kim into the final part of Nemesisland. They had left the confines of her dungeon domain and thrown open the doors into the open air. They had followed a curious path of hexagon shaped tiles in colours of azure blue, turquoise, yellow and white that led into a wood. Goddess Nemesis explained that this was a deeply spiritual place Kartal Esmer Escort where she came to consort with the other goddess spirits. No mere slave or servant could progress beyond the path into the dark forbidding wood of ancient trees.

Goddess Nemesis turned to Kim, “you do understand, don’t you, why this journey was necessary? Without these trials, without the opening up of your heart, without your devotion and submission to me, you would never have truly believed.”

“Yeah, I get it, really I do. Hey, it’s been wild,” Kim laughed, “I’ve loved every minute of it!”

Goddess Nemesis had changed back into the purple and black pagan dress she had worn in her dungeon, but over it was a black velvet cloak and hood pulled up over her dark hair. Goddess Nemesis and Vicky had helped Kim prepare and get dressed. She was very particular about what Kim should wear and had chosen a gown of shimmering emerald silk for her and decorated her hair with a chain made of yellow primroses and insisted she walk bare-foot through the woods.

“I feel I should be wearing something darker, more sombre,” said Kim.

“No Kim, that’s perfect. It’s the first day of spring and a night of the full moon, a very auspicious moment. It’s a time of re-awakening Kartal Eve Gelen Escort and new beginnings. Spring green is fitting for you Kim. It’s a perfect night. She how the luminous orb of the full moon illuminates our path.”

They both lit candles and then the two women entered into the depths of the dark forest, Goddess Nemesis leading the way. The mystical atmosphere of the woods closed in on them as they made their way slowly through the undergrowth in the candle-lit glow. They broke through into a clearing bounded by gnarled oak trees with a broken tree trunk in its centre arraigned like an altar of natural wood. The glow of the moon shone through the canopy of trees to shed its magical glow on the scene.

“Put your candle down on the trunk Kim. Now, all we can do is wait.”

She gripped Kim’s hand tightly. Kim was breathing heavily. She understood the portent of this moment; she knew this was where she re-connected with her past and also with her destiny. Kim gazed into the dense forest, the tangled dark branches with their emerging buds of new growth, seeking out any hint of movement. It seemed like an age had past, though it was probably only a few minutes, Kim began to doubt whether the Slavic woodland spirit Kartal Evi Olan Escort would appear before them tonight.

Then she caught a glimpse of a shadow in the midnight mist which gradually took shape and formed itself into the figure of a woman and emerged clearly into the edge of the clearing. Cloaked in dark green, she was in the autumn of her life having stalked the forests for centuries. The gazes of the two women met as the Goddess Ziva’s piercing green eyes fixed on Kim appraising the young woman who stood across from her. She stepped forward into the glade and came towards them, the moonlight shining on her curly auburn hair. Kim’s heart was racing. They faced one another. Kim could see clearly now the streams of tears running down the lines of goddess’s care-worn visage and she felt herself welling with emotion. No words were spoken. No words were necessary. Goddess Ziva reached out a hand and gently brushed away the tears forming in Kim’s eyes and took her in her arms and held her.

Ziva turned to Goddess Nemesis, “I know in my heart that it’s so but, tell me, what you have told me is true then, this is my long lost ancestor, my child and heir?”

“There is no doubt sister. We both know it in our hearts but I have verified the facts There can be no shadow of doubt my friend. This is your long lost daughter.”

“Lost, but never forgotten, my spirit has always been reaching out for you and now I have found you. Come to me my dear.”

And under the luminous orb of the full moon spring and autumn green met and embraced.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Getting Settled

Ethan followed me into my house to pack a few things. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he noticed the changes immediately. What was even more surprising was his reaction to them.

I was surveying the contents of my closet and marveling to myself how much easier it was to do so with all of Robert’s clothes gone when Ethan was suddenly behind me. He pressed his chest against my back with a force that caught my attention right away. He shoved the hanging clothes aside, making a clear space in front of me.

“Grab a hold of the bar and don’t let go.”

There was a menacing tone to his voice, a real sense of raw urgency that grabbed me instantly. I didn’t hesitate to do as he instructed.

He reached up and released my bra and moved his hands beneath the fabric to knead my breasts as he uttered gruff words near my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you right here in this closet.”

I released all the breath in my lungs in one huff and then buried my face in my arm.

“You can’t hide that you want it.”

I shook my head even though it was exactly what I wanted.

Ethan unbuttoned my pants to give him enough room to shove his hand into my underwear. “You are such a little liar. Your cunt is fucking soaked already.”

He unzipped my pants and stripped them down my legs along with my panties. He removed them as he slipped off my shoes, then he hoisted my left foot up onto the shoe rack, knocking several pairs of shoes to the floor in the process.

He shoved his fingers inside me and roughly fucked me. I could hear his zipper opening. I realized that he was unfastening his shorts as he worked me. Then he was entering me in one fluid motion. His swollen cock felt enormous. My body was straining to accept his thickness.

Ethan took my hair in his fist. “Let go of the bar and press your hands flat against that wall.”

I did as he asked.

“Lower. Lock your elbows.”

My hands walked down the wall until my back was almost parallel with the floor. Ethan’s steel cock sank deeper inside me and I shuddered.

“You like the way that feels, don’t you, my little slut?”

The walls of my pussy contracted at his words. I hated how it betrayed me like that. I should’ve been humiliated by the way he was fucking me. But I was only filled with a wanton desire at that point.

“I love that you want to be fucked hard. That you come this way.”

Ethan began drilling me slowly as he spoke. I could feel Every. Single. Inch. The angle was unbelievable.

“I love the way your greedy little cunt milks my cock. It’s so much more honest about what it wants than you are.”

He increased the pace and I fought to keep my elbows and knees locked in place. My foot slid along the shoe rack and I heard more shoes tumble onto the floor. My body began to tremble as my climax was approaching.

But just then Ethan slowed his pace. I whined and then quickly bit my lip. I pushed back and arched my back as much as possible to indicate I wanted him to continue.

“I know what you want, but that’s not going to work. Say it, Grace. Beg me for it.”

“Please, Ethan. Don’t stop. I want to come.”

Ethan deepened his stroke but didn’t increase the pace to where I wanted it. “More, Grace. Let me hear the slut in you.”

“Ohhhhh.” Every time he said that, it just drew me that much closer to orgasm. “Please fuck me. Give it to me hard the way I like it. Please.”

“Are you my slut?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m your slut. All yours. Please fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Ethan rammed his hips into me as he held onto my shoulder and continued at a frenetic pace. It was my undoing. I unraveled almost immediately into a wicked climax that just kept rolling over me in one delicious wave after the next.

Ethan growled his release, cursing half sentences about my milking cunt. I positively adored it that he couldn’t contain his climax because of it. It made the playing field with us a little more even, since I couldn’t seem to contain myself, either.

He pulled out of me and I started to drop my foot to the ground as I felt his cum gushing down my inner thigh. His hand was right there to stop me, though.

“No. Stay there. I want to watch my cum leak out of you.”

His voice hadn’t changed. He was still the gruff, dominant man who’d just taken me.

He fingered the wetness on my inner thighs and then ran his slick fingers all around my sex. He moved his fingers up and circled my anus. I instinctively tensed and he responded by rubbing my back. But his fingers kept moving in circles, pressing harder with each round until one of his digits was slipping in just a fraction of an inch.

“I’m not going to take you here right now. But I will. Someday soon.”

There was something about the way he announced it like that. As if I had no choice in the matter. It got me. If he’d have asked me if I wanted to have anal sex my answer would have been, without a doubt, no. But I found myself wanting Pendik escort bayan it. Because he wants it? And then it dawned on me. Because he expects it of me.

There was a difference.

I couldn’t exactly sort out why it made all the difference in the world, but I thought it had something to do with his confidence in me. It gave me strength I wouldn’t have had otherwise.

I blew out my breath and made a conscious effort to relax as he explored me there. His finger was sinking deep inside my anus. It didn’t hurt. It just felt strange. Uncomfortable; but mostly because it felt like I might release my bowels on him. After several minutes of it, that fear began to subside.

He let his finger slip all the way out and then massaged my butt cheek for a moment before his hand came down in a hard slap.

I yelped my surprise.

He swatted me again four more times in rapid succession. Hard.

This time I protested. “Owww…Ethan…”

“Do you want more?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t like whining. If you have an issue with how I handle something, you need to find the words to say it. Whining is something children and dogs do. Understand?”

I nodded my head, “I understand. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to apologize after you’ve been punished. It’s in the past now.”

Ethan directed my raised foot to the floor and lifted me toward him. He pulled off my shirt and bra and discarded them and then pulled me into his arms. His soft cotton tee shirt felt luxurious against my bare breasts.

He rubbed his cheek over the crown of my head as he held me to his chest.

“You were busy last night.”

I nodded.

“It’s an incredible turn on for me knowing that you are serving me even when we’re apart. But I hope there won’t be many more times like that. Pick up my shorts for me.”

He released his grasp on me and I knelt in front of him to lift his shorts. I realized with amusement that he had no underwear and was still standing in the leg holes. I leaned into his thighs to rub my neck against his partially stiff dick as I was pulling his shorts up his legs. I glanced up to his face and caught him grinning.

He took the waistband from my grip and zipped and fastened his shorts.

“Reach into my right pocket.”

I did as he asked and pulled out the only object there. It was a key. The key I’d left on his countertop.

“I want to be clear this time about why I’m giving this to you. I have no secrets from you. I’m not seeing anyone else. I want you in my home and in my life, Grace. Is that something you want, too?”

I didn’t have to think about the answer. My head was nodding even before I could process how I wanted to say it. “Yes, I want that, too.”

“Good. Then no more bullshit about not fitting into my world. This is my world. And I think we fit just fine, don’t you?”

I nodded and smiled up at him.

“Get dressed and packed. Quickly. It’s getting late.”

And just like that it was settled. No dramatic display, no ceremony, no formal words of commitment. He was with me and I was with him.

I gathered my things quickly, not bothering to straighten the mess we’d left in the closet. I thought we might get a kick out of it next time we were there, anyway. Whenever that is. Quite frankly, I didn’t care if I ever stepped foot in that house again. It never felt like home to me, anyway.

Ethan was chewing on something in the kitchen when I approached with an overnight bag that was obviously stuffed with more than one change of clothing.

“I’m starving.”

I nodded, “Me, too. I was going to make you dinner earlier.”

“You were? God, I’m sorry I missed that. Will you make me dinner tomorrow night?”

I nodded.

“John left me a message on my phone. They’re having a few couples over Saturday night. I texted him that we’d be there.”

“Okay. You weren’t even going to check to see if I had plans first?”

Ethan shook his head. “Nope.” He watched me intently to gauge my reaction.

I chuckled and just walked toward him. I knew it was how things were going to be with us going forward. I also knew that if I did have a legitimate scheduling conflict, he would resolve it one way or another. I didn’t have to worry about that.

Ethan held a chip to my lips and I opened my mouth to let him feed me. My stomach grumbled its appreciation loud enough for both of us to hear it.

Ethan chuckled. “Maybe we should stop at Taco Bell on the way home.”

I nodded profusely.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

***

We crashed in his bed that night, too exhausted to do anything else, and too full from the fast food we gobbled down at his kitchen counter before retiring to the bedroom.

Ethan did make it a point to gently inform me that I was not allowed to wear anything to bed. Ever. No exceptions. I tried to reason with him about a certain time of the month, which was going to be upon us in another few days, but he held his ground.

“I don’t care if I have to change the sheets every day. I’ll buy more Escort Pendik sheets.”

There were some other minor things that we worked out. They weren’t rules, exactly, more like preferences. It was no different than any other couple learning about each other and figuring out how to make living together work. Even though there was never any question as to who set the policies, I never once felt like I was being bullied into them. I even swayed him on a couple of ideas when I had a good argument.

The only difference I could detect with Ethan and I was how much sex we were having. I was literally hot for him all the time. So much different than I’d been with Robert. I almost ruined dinner Friday night because Ethan came home ravenous for sex and neither of us could wait until after we ate.

At my computer screen I read over the last sentence I’d written for the fourth time before just sighing and sitting back in my chair. Ethan looked up from the book he was reading.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m not in the mood to write right now.”

“We already discussed this.”

“I know we did, but you can’t force it.”

“I’m not forcing you to work on your book. Start a journal. A blog. Answer emails.”

“But no surfing or reading books.”

“That’s correct. Not unless the surfing involves research.”

It was still early enough in our relationship to find his gross exercise of control a little cute. I wondered just how cute I was going to think it was in another week. Or a month.

I tapped my fingernails on the keys without pressing any of them. The staccato beat was satisfying to me. I stared at my knuckles and started tapping out the beat of the song in my head. Something made me look up and across the room.

Ethan was staring blankly at me. My fingers instantly stilled. A question popped into my head.

“What am I going to wear tonight?”

Ethan didn’t hesitate to answer. “Something casual. I’ll help you pick something out.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Jeans and a t-shirt.”

“What color shirt?”

“Black.”

“What goes on at these parties?”

“Depends on who is there. Drinking. Talking. Smoking, maybe.”

“Pot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Will we be drinking and smoking?”

“I hadn’t planned on it. Is that something you want to do?”

“I like to drink socially.”

Ethan remained silent, not committing to an answer.

“Do people sometimes, you know, play?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to play?”

“I want you to watch how other couples play.”

I sat there in silence for a few moments, staring aimlessly at my screen.

“Do you have any more questions about tonight?”

I shook my head.

“Good. Because that just added fifteen minutes onto your time in that chair.”

“What? That’s not fair.” There’s no way we just talked for fifteen minutes.

“I rounded up.”

My jaw dropped and then my lips formed the word, ‘Oh’. I shifted in my seat and turned my attention to my writing.

A solid two hours later, Ethan stood over me telling me to save my work and back it up because it was time to get ready. I’d gone over my required time by 45 minutes. I wanted to keep going, but Ethan wasn’t giving me the option.

***

John and Melissa lived in an older house on one of the ‘M’ streets off lower Greenville. It was the house John grew up in. When his parents decided they’d had enough of living in that part of town, they bought a townhouse farther north and let John take over the payments.

Melissa had been living with John for over two years as his sub. They made a cute couple. He called her Mimi and doted on her as if they’d just started dating. It was hard to tell who was really in charge in that relationship. He doled out the orders, but I got the impression she held most of the power.

There were certain protocols in place that I noticed right way. John asked Ethan what we were drinking and then he told Melissa what to bring. The other dominants addressed each other but didn’t make notice of me until Ethan introduced me to them. The way they operated was so natural to them, as if this was the way all couples interacted at gatherings. I felt like I’d stepped into another country.

When we walked into the living room, the other female subs were all sitting on the floor, so naturally I followed suit. I wondered why Ethan hadn’t told me all this before we arrived, but then again, it wasn’t hard to figure out.

Melissa brought me a glass of wine. After she handed it to me, Ethan whispered to me to sip it because it was the last one I was getting that evening. He drank a coke.

I shifted my legs around a few times to find a position that was comfortable. The problem was that I wasn’t used to sitting on the floor in a skirt. It was what Ethan picked out for me to wear. I finally settled between Ethan’s calves, my weight on one hip, with my arm wrapped around his one leg and my legs curled around his other ankle. When at last I stilled, Ethan rested his hand on the back of my neck and gently Pendik Rus Escort stroked me with his fingertips. I guessed that it was his way of reassuring me. I liked it.

Melissa joined us on the floor and started chatting right away. There were actually two conversations going. The louder and deeper discussion between the Doms and the softer, almost whispered talk near ground level.

When Melissa’s boisterous voice got too loud, John would squeeze her shoulder to remind her to keep it down. I was so fascinated by the room dynamic that I wasn’t paying any attention to what was being said. Then a hushed outburst of giggles caught my attention.

One of the subs, Ginger, was relaying something that’d happened at the dungeon the weekend before. From what I could gather, having missed the first part, was that some poor girl tripped and fell into another couple. She’d been trying a new pair of platform boots and went head-first into the lap of a Mistress. Thankfully, the Mistress had a real good sense of humor. Without missing a beat, she held the girl’s head in place and asked who she should thank for the gift.

Melissa was interested in the details of who the people were so while Ginger was trying to remember names, I turned my attention to the other conversation. They were discussing some trade in sports. I didn’t recognize any of the names and couldn’t even tell which sport they were talking about.

It was just like every party I’d ever attended with Robert. All the women gathered in the kitchen to gossip while the men sat around the living room or out on the patio talking sports. Only we were all in the same room. I wrapped my arm tighter around Ethan’s calf. I like this way better.

I was still silently floating from one conversation to the next when I heard Holly’s name mentioned. My full attention turned to Melissa.

“…out on the patio. Naked. Smoking a joint.”

Ginger leaned forward and giggled. “You’re kidding?”

“No. We’ve always known Parker was a nudist, so that part didn’t surprise John.”

“Oh, wow. Wait until Sammy hears this.”

“Why?”

“She’s after Harley. Big time.”

From what I could make out, John had caught Holly at his uncle’s house. It was a relief. Not just because she had moved onto someone else, but because maybe she could settle down like she wanted. A nudist. In the country. Sounds like a match made in heaven.

It was clear that Melissa and Ginger were the sources of gossip around the circle. China, the other sub, didn’t say a word. After a few moments, though, China held out her hand and waved to the other two who immediately quieted so they could eavesdrop on the other conversation.

The topic had changed. The Doms were talking about their plans. For the evening. For all of us.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Ginger & Doc

“I thought as a warm-up, maybe Kimber here could read some of her erotica for us. Mimi has marked one of her favorite chapters. What do you say, Ethan?”

I picked up on John’s queue right away and was smart enough not to look up at Ethan. It wasn’t my decision to make.

“Yeah, she can do that.”

“Great. Mimi baby, go get your book. Do you guys want to stay here or move into the playroom?”

China’s Dom, Deke answered. “This is fine with me.”

Ginger’s Dom nodded his head. I couldn’t see if Ethan responded.

Mimi returned and handed me the book. She nonchalantly set a pen down on the floor next to me and winked. I assumed she wanted me to sign it. It was an odd thought to me. I was hardly a world-class author or anything. I was sitting on the floor of their living room, for God’s sake.

Ethan extended his hand to take my wine glass from me. I was reluctant to hand it over. I took a healthy gulp just before releasing it. Ethan’s low chuckle was barely audible.

John had changed the lighting while Mimi was retrieving the book. The lamp on the table next to Ethan provided the only substantial light source in the room, enabling me to read the text.

I flipped to the chapter that was clearly bookmarked and skimmed over it. It was from my first book so it was one I hadn’t read in awhile. I didn’t choose it for the larger group meetings because it contained a very graphic group sex scene that I just didn’t think I was ready to read out loud.

My mouth felt dry all of a sudden. I twisted my neck toward Ethan and reached my hand toward my wine.

Ethan stroked my arm and gently lowered it. “John, can I get a glass of water?”

John tapped Melissa and she hopped up to fetch a glass. It wasn’t what I had in mind. It was these small things that were the most difficult to adjust to. The larger decisions, like where we go, how we spend our time, weren’t as difficult to surrender. It just felt normal for him to decide those things. In a way, I’d always given those decisions over to whomever I was seeing. But these insignificant choices, like what I eat and drink, where I sit, what I say, were so much more awkward to give up. They’d always been my decisions to make.

Ethan hadn’t made a bad choice yet. In fact, he considered my health in his decisions far more than I had ever done. I was beginning to realize that he respected me more than I did, which was something I’d been spending a lot of time mulling over in my busy brain. I hated what that said about me.

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I knew that Wendy was a strong willed, ambitious woman when we met. She had been active in a left wing feminist group at University and had landed a good job with prospects after leaving. In contrast I am not a high achiever and dropped out of Uni after a couple of years. Since then I have had a number of low paid jobs and am presently unemployed. To be honest I am rather lazy and cannot understand what Wendy sees in me. I am happy for her to take most of the important decisions in our lives. Just lately she has suggested that I make a few changes to my appearance indicating that it might help our sexual relationship.

We met at a party and it was Wendy who picked me up. Wendy rarely wears skirts and on this occasion had on a smart, well cut jacket and trousers. She is tall and I remember staring at the level of her cleavage as I am a good six inches smaller than her.

I had been persuaded to wear a kilt to the party. Knowing I am Scottish some of my mates had dared me to wear it saying that women find them sexy. I had been on my own for some months and hoped I might find myself a girlfriend. As the night went on I realised it was hopeless as my shyness prevented me from talking to the women who were there. As usual most already seemed to be taken anyway. Wendy was on her own but seemed way out of my league. We made eye contact across the room and she smiled and appeared to be sizing me up. She strolled over and kissed me on the lips as if we knew each other.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty boy?” She said “I want to know if what they say about Scots men and kilts is true.”

She came back with a large glass of red wine (I had asked for a small one).

“Well, what about it?” she asked grinning “Let’s go somewhere private and you can show me”

Having had a few drinks I was emboldened enough to say;

“How about if I show you mine you’ll show me yours?”

Wendy was amused but just said; “We’ll see.”

Behind the locked bathroom door I hiked up my kilt to reveal an old fashioned pair of pale blue Y fronts.

“Oh dear.” Wendy said “They will never do.”

I still had both hands holding my kilt up and she quickly grasped the offending pants and pulled them off. I meekly lifted up each leg as she took them off me completely.

I let the kilt fall to hide my penis which had begun to stand to attention.

“Now you are a proper Scotsman” she said smiling broadly. “Just stay where you are, you can watch me have a pee.”

Without any trace of embarrassment Wendy pulled down her slacks and panties and sat on the toilet. A huge flood of urine poured out of her as she sat with her legs open showing off her nicely trimmed pussy. I was entranced and more than a little aroused by her forward behaviour.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me. I want you to lick me please. You can wipe off the piss drips first if you like.”

I knelt before her as instructed and paid homage to that wonderful part of her anatomy. This was a new experience for me but I loved the feeling of subservience to such a beautiful woman. My tongue explored inside the folds of her cunt and her clitoris became engorged with blood and rose up from it’s hiding place.

“I hope you like my clittie Simon dear. It’s quite big isn’t it? I’d love it if you gave it a suck. Not too roughly. Be gentle with it like a good boy. That’s it. Lovely.”

I was able to get quite a lot of her clitoris in my mouth and gently sucked on it. Wendy was moaning with pleasure so I carried on until she orgasmed.

We went back into the party, drank some more and kissed and cuddled on a sofa until the party ended. Wendy insisted on throwing my underpants in the dustbin. She took pleasure in letting other guests catch glimpses of my bare backside as we danced. It embarrassed me but the alcohol helped me cope. I was so happy to be with Wendy and was hoping she would want to see me again. I was not to get a chance to bring myself off with her that night although I masturbated back at my flat to the memory of what had happened. I remembered the part of the night when the others were laughing at my bare bottom and it was a turn on. She had taken my mobile number and said she would ring soon.

She rang me a week later. Apparently she had a live in boyfriend but they had argued a lot and she had just thrown him out. She told me she was looking for a man who would be easier to get along with; someone fairly undemanding. We went out on a few dates and soon afterwards I moved in to her apartment. After the intimacy of our first meeting I expected frequent sexual intercourse but three months had passed Kurtköy Yabancı Escort and although we were sleeping in the same bed I had yet to achieve penetration of that delectable cunt of hers. I was happy being with Wendy. She was good fun, with a wicked sense of humour and I enjoyed the envious looks of other men when we were out together, so, not wanting to rock the boat, I didn’t push it.

As for sex, there was plenty of the kind from our first meeting. Wendy worked long hours and would come home exhausted. I had a part time job and would usually make the evening meal. She loved it that I didn’t mind doing household chores. She bought me a frilly apron with flowers on it and said I must be wearing it when she came home. Some days, as soon as she arrived at home she would strip off her power suit, sit on the sofa by the fire and point to the ground in front of her. This was my signal to kneel there and begin cunnilingus. I loved to reach for her wispy panties and pull them slowly down her legs, carefully folding them before putting my mouth to her cunt.

She would talk lovingly to me as I sucked and licked her, stroking my hair which I had begun to grow long as she liked it that way.

One day whilst I was on my knees she said;

“Suck that clittie, there’s a good boy. I get so excited seeing you in that pretty apron darling. It gets me all wet. I’ve noticed how you treat my panties dear. You like them don’t you?” I nodded as I sucked. “I want you to wear ladies panties yourself from now on darling. You’d like to do that wouldn’t you? Stop for a second and answer me.”

“Yes, I would, if it makes you happy my dear.”

My answer seemed to excite her even more and she roughly pulled my face back to her pussy, holding it there tightly until her orgasm came.

She threw out all my underpants and we went together to buy my panties. She made me blush telling the shop assistant that they were for me. She would turn up the heating and make me strip off down to my panties and apron in the house. In contrast she would wear men’s pyjamas.

It was around this time that I lost my flat. I had neglected to pay rent, gas and electricity bills. Wendy seemed pleased. Thinking back now I think she wanted to be more in control. One night as I was ironing one of the white shirts she liked to wear for work she said;

“Darling, I’ve been talking to mum about you. I told her that you like to wear ladies panties. You don’t mind do you?”

I blushed bright red, but my cock stood up. I was just wearing a thin pair of panties as I had taken off the apron whilst ironing as I had got very hot. Wendy spotted my erection.

“I think I have my reply. Your little pecker has answered for you. You get all worked up if something happens that embarrasses you don’t you? I think I’ll ask her to come over so you can see the look on her face yourself. She laughed when I told her but I could tell that it excites her like it excites me.”

“Yes, you like me to excite you and bring you off but you never do the same for me. Bring me off I mean.” I answered petulantly.

“I wondered how long it would take you to bring that up. I do like to get you all excited though don’t I? I expect you jerk off when I’m out at work don’t you? My mum thinks you would enjoy a spanking. Do you ever jerk off thinking about me smacking you on your little botty?”

Again I flushed crimson. I did fantasise about such things. After a long silence I nodded my head dumbly.

“Mmmm… I think I can help you there. You had better be on your best behaviour from now on. And do all the chores without complaint. As for fucking, we will have to see. To be honest I hadn’t thought of you in that way. I don’t suppose you’ve jerked off imagining me with other men have you?”

Once again she was spot on. I hung my head with embarrassment but my penis had leapt to attention once again.

A week after this discussion Wendy’s mum Mabel came to stay for the weekend.

She is in her late fifties and divorced. What my mum used to call mutton dressed as lamb but still okay looking. She fixed me with a stern look and from the minute she arrived she ordered me around as if I was a servant. I found her short skirt and low neckline quite distracting.

“Have you got your panties on today Simon?” she said with a smirk shortly after she arrived. “If so I’d like to see them.”

Wendy grinned and asked me to drop my trousers.

I’d been expecting this and had put on a dark blue pair with frilly edges. I was hoping she might not notice my erection. Mabel was keen to inspect them closely Kurtköy Yeni Escort so my arousal was obvious to her.

“He’s quite excitable isn’t he Wendy?” When she reached over to touch my penis I stepped back with a jerk.

“It’s okay Simon. She won’t hurt you.” Wendy said. She was enjoying my embarrassment.

“Well you might get a spanking off me if you don’t behave.” Mabel said. “I just wanted to check your cock out for size.” I felt like repeating what my mum used to tell me — (“You don’t look with your hands.”) but stood patiently whilst Mabel stroked it through the panties then pulled the panties down.

“You were right about the size Wendy, it’s a bit like a chipolata sausage. Still, a cock’s a cock when all’s said and done. Thanks for letting me have a peak.” Mabel addressed this to Wendy as if it was not up to me.” I don’t see much cock these days. I’ll be happy to help with his training.”

“You can pull your panties back up again darling. Don’t mind my mum. I think she’s taken quite a shine to you.” I did so; then hid my panties inside my trousers.

Whilst Mabel seemed to ignore me for most of the rest of the evening she was careless about showing herself and I caught glimpses of her knickers from time to time. She was not wearing a bra and her large breasts came into view whenever she bent forwards. She drank a fair bit of wine so that as time went on the glimpses of the intimate parts of her body became more frequent. Wendy had forbidden any “self abuse” for the last two weeks promising something special this weekend. I tried not to look but found I could not resist. Wendy could tell it was making me horny and was more flirtatious than usual. Mabel kissed me hard on the lips as she went to bed, grabbing my willy playfully for a second.

In bed Wendy gave me a big kiss and pushed my head down for the oral servicing she often enjoyed. As we lay together after her orgasm Wendy reached down for my cock and whispered;

“I have to slip into work tomorrow morning. You will be kind to my mum whilst I’m away won’t you darling?” She was pulling on my cock as she said this and within seconds my orgasm came, spurting semen all over her hand and body.

“It didn’t take much to make you come sweetie pie. I said this weekend would be special. Now lick it all up for me.” I did so willingly. “Isn’t come tasty darling? I want you to eat it for me every time you jerk off. Will you do that for me, my pretty? You’ve tasted it before haven’t you?”

I had found the taste rather bland but there was something subservient about eating come which appealed to me.

“Never tasted it before. I will if you want me to. But I’d much rather lick it off your body like I did just now.”

“Maybe you will dear. Now do you think you could start wearing a nighty in bed from now on? I’d love it if you would. Just think how excited it would get both of us.”

How could I refuse such a tempting offer.

Wendy left the house early. I got up shortly after her. I was a little scared of Mabel without her daughter around so I busied myself with my chores to take my mind off her. She was having a lie in. At about 9.30am she came down in one of Wendy’s dressing gowns looking a little hung over.

“Get me a couple of paracetamols like a good little sissy. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

I fetched them with a glass of water and after gulping them down she looked me in the eyes accusingly.

“I saw you ogling my legs and cleavage last night you dirty little pervert. You’ve been a naughty boy haven’t you? I bet you saw right up my skirt to my panties didn’t you?”

I nodded, dreading what was to come, but also strangely excited.

“Bend over the kitchen table whilst I go and get the paddle. You’d better strip off completely first.”

I took off all my clothes and bent over the table. Mabel took her time, knowing that keeping me waiting was guaranteed to rack up the tension. I felt a strange tingling in my rear end. It was one of my sexual fantasies about to come true.

“I told Wendy that sissies like to be disciplined. You want me to do this don’t you?”

“Yes, please ma’am. I’ve been naughty and deserve to be punished. Please give me a good spanking.”

She laid into me with the rubber paddle giving me about twenty strikes on my bare bottom. I pleaded for her to stop after the first ten and soon after that began to sob. Tears were pouring down my cheeks but I sincerely thanked her at the end.

She became more friendly then and we kissed and hugged for a couple of minutes.

“I think I’ve Kurtköy Masaj Salonu got something for you that we both might enjoy.” Mabel said, spying my growing erection. “You know Wendy’s had a number of lesbian affairs don’t you?”

I was taken aback by this but Mabel had left the room before I had time to reply.

“Spanking you has made me randy.” She said on her return. “Look what I’m wearing. It’s what Wendy uses on her girlfriends.”

Mabel removed the dressing gown. She was naked underneath apart from a strap on penis. The contraption was designed so that her cunt was stimulated by the movement of the rubber cock.

“Get down on the floor on your hands and knees Sissy Simon. I want to fuck you up your sissy pussy. Don’t worry I’ve brought KY jelly to help my cock go in. I bet you’ve always secretly wanted to get a good fucking.”

“The cock was of average size and, showing patience and restraint, Mabel finally, after several tries, pushed the rubber todger in all the way up to the balls. She quickly established a nice rhythm reaching round to pull on my willy. She clearly enjoyed this kind of fucking judging by her noisy orgasms and after the first few thrusts I was getting into it as well. It was so strange to be the one being fucked but, with so many things happening to me that were equally strange, I was enjoying it wholeheartedly. I shot my load on the carpet having held on without coming for a number of minutes. Afterwards Mabel became quite tender towards me. She kissed me warmly on the lips and thanked me for her “first proper fuck for a long time”.

Wendy was not told about our intimacy on her return home but clearly sensed that something had happened. After I had made and served lunch she suggested that I might like to “get comfortable” and strip down to my girly apron and panties.

Mabel said she had an idea.

“Simon might like to wear a pair of my used ones. How about it, Simon?”

I looked across at Wendy who smiled and nodded. Mabel hiked up her skirt and quickly removed the yellow pair she had on, holding them close to my nose for me to take a sniff. I self consciously drew in a deep breath through my nose.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Simon? I bet you two have been up to stuff whilst I was out haven’t you?” Wendy said.

I blushed and Mabel just promised to tell her later. I stripped off in front of them and put on the apron and panties. Wendy and Mabel sat and chatted amiably whilst I tidied up around them, bringing them cups of tea, washing up the lunchtime things and generally looking after them.

“You toddle off and make the dinner. There’s something I want to talk to mum about.” Wendy said after a time.

As I prepared the vegetables and peeled the potatoes I could hear them whispering in the living room. I dare not eavesdrop as my bottom was smarting after the spanking earlier and I was not in the mood for any more. There was a great deal of laughter, so I knew it was me they were discussing.

Some half an hour later I was summoned through.

Wendy stood up as I came in looking strong and authoritative. She was still in the power suit she wore for the office.

“You like feminine things don’t you Simon?”

I nodded affirmatively.

“I’m very pleased with your training so far but want to take things a step further. From now on I want you to dress as a woman all the time. You will have to give up your job at the DIY store but there may be girly jobs you could do. Only part time of course, I need you at home to carry out you wifely duties.”

“Wifely duties?” I said, not understanding.

“Yes. Mum says you are becoming a good sissy. I want you to be my little wifey at home. There will be other changes to come but I think you will adapt quite well judging from our chat the other day and what mum has just told me. Well darling? What do you think?”

This didn’t seem such a huge change and although I was fearful I knew deep down it was what I wanted. For some reason I became a bit tearful and Wendy gave me a big hug and so did Mabel making me cry more; was it out of gratitude?

“You’ve settled in well here and it isn’t as if you have anywhere else to go, have you?” Wendy said smiling, taking my silence as consent.

Later after dinner Wendy put a very tastefully filmed porno movie on the DVD involving power games between three lesbians. I was soon put to work with my head between, first Wendy’s legs and then Mabel’s legs. I was happy to service them and was turned on by the idea of mother and daughter being so raunchy and free in front of each other. We stayed in the house together on Sunday, me trying on their clothes, until Mabel had to return home. As we were saying goodbye at the door Mabel dropped her knickers, stepped out of them and pointed to the floor. I knelt and got my head under her skirt licking her pussy a second time as she stood above me. What a weekend!

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***Disclaimer***

This story is pure fiction, all characters are inspired by real people and real kinky desires.

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The name’s Ken. Young male, 23, in college studying engineering. I graduated early from high school to pursue my career and go on to apply my studies to real technology. Little did I know that my knowledge would become excellent dominance and power. I was going to rule all of space and time, and here I was in my dorm room jerking off to more videos of women expressing their milky breasts. Odd? Not so much. I was never breastfed as a child and so in turn I felt like I had the curse of getting incredibly turned on by lactating women.

I had been taking a break from a project that applied to the simple engineering of a clock and how it could be applied to a mathematical theory about actual time in terms of earthly revolutions. I know what you’re thinking, time is only a fig of our imagination in order to measure our maturation and social advancement. But for whatever reason I felt it was so much more.

Anyway, I grasped my shaft firmly as I watched the milk trickle and get squeezed out of this sexy blonde woman’s large breasts. How desperate I was to suckle from this virtual momma that teased me so from the screen. My adrenaline rushed and then peaked at my favorite part of this video. I came strongly into a bundle of tissues and cleaned myself up.

I had to get back to work, I just knew I might be on the brink of something.

I didn’t have much luck with the ladies. I was just a nerd. I had the opportunity a few times to actually have a dry nursing session with a few different women. These encounters were actually quite successful but damn it wasn’t enough.

Exhausted, and not willing to go on after a satisfying climax, I bundled up into bed. The shell of the black watch and its copper guts that spread out from its gears sat firmly on top of my desk as I said my prayers and wished with all my heart to come to a milky breast in my dreams.

It was as if by destiny, I was sent a granted desire. Overnight, and over some awful nightmares I awoke to a feint green glow from the watch that I had left on my desk. The copper wires no longer looked flimsy, and as a matter of fact, the watch was fixed. The wires looked like a hybrid of fiber optics and some other reflective alloy and in the center showed the date, current time; all above the feint green glow of what looked like a gem. It reminded me of the old Marvel comics concept of the crystal of time from the Infinity Gauntlet.

I’m nerding out again aren’t I?

I picked it up, shocked, confused, and almost half angry. It was not my design.

I opened the door to my room and found my roommates sitting on the couch watching our university’s football team playing at Ohio State.

“Guys, what the fuck did I tell you all about not touching my shit, especially stuff that I’m working on for class?!” I spat at them trying to half figure out if it was them. I did so because I didn’t believe that neither one was mentally capable of assembling quite the design.

“Calm down Ken, what the fuck are you talking about?” said Jack.

Fred looked over to my hand and exclaimed in an impressed manner, Ataşehir Türbanlı Escort “Hey Ken cool watch man!”

It couldn’t have been Fred. He liked it too much for him to ever even have seen it before. It was obvious that it looked like he really thought it was an accessory for looks.

“Whoa seriously! Damn Ken, you should make your own watch company. You could sell that cool looking thing for a fortune.” Jack added.

Touchdown! Our offense had gotten past the goal line in a tough huddle.

I was very puzzled, observed the watch in my hands, so intricate and complex. “Wait, so you guys have never seen this thing before?” I asked for clearance.

“Heck no dude. Hell we hardly see you anymore. Still though, awesome looking watch bro; you should let me borrow it when I go out to parties” Jack continued.

I had to figure out what happened to my carcass of a watch before it morphed overnight. I needed coffee though to get my day started and we were fresh out. Damn, I was going to have to go down to the coffee shop where all the damn sorority chicks would visit religiously.

In the meantime, I’d wear the darn thing, for looks, as Jack and Fred had seen it. I pulled on some shorts, shoes, and a Metallica tee. I headed out and walked about five minutes across the campus to the coffee shop.

Mocha latté, $4.50, cha-ching.

I made my way back out of the shop as I rubbed past extra-large tees and leggings that these sisters wore. Every now and then I would imagine if any of them concealed large milky breasts underneath so much unneeded cotton.

I happily sipped the hot beverage as I walked and observed the park that separated my dorm from the coffee shop. Some of the locals would come here to walk dogs and to jog. I perused around as I finished my coffee and then proceeded to return to investigate this darn contraption. I got distracted by a woman in the distance that was jogging my way in only a sports bra and leggings. Very beautiful brunette and from what I could see from her white Nike sports bra, she was carrying quite a load on her chest. I seemed to have been mesmerized pretty hard as I felt myself trip.

Gravity sent me forward and my chin landed on my wrist right on top of the watch’s concave display. I just heard a feint “whoosh” noise after contact. I didn’t know what it was but I fell pretty hard and got up, dusting myself off.

I exclaimed “I’m alright! I lived!” in a goofy manner to amuse the jogger who was now only 15 feet away from me. No response. As a matter of fact, she looked frozen, her eyes piercing through me. The noises of wind, nearby neighborhood cars and her steps did not exists.

I looked around almost too frightened and shocked to know what the hell was going on. It was as if I had frozen time. My steps and me moving around still made sound but all reality as I knew it was still. I looked at the watch and saw the digits blinking along with a “I I” that meant for pause.

“No fucking way” was all I could murmur to myself. My dreams and theories that time was a graspable concept were suddenly a reality. I walked over to the jogger and wave my hands in front of her face. Nothing. No blink, no Ataşehir Otele Gelen Escort flinch. My cock took over my brain, and suddenly I found myself smiling uncontrollably.

My hand slowly rose up gently and met with her shoulder. Still nothing. I confidently then followed her collar down to her chest. I landed my palms over her breasts. They looked like about a D cup. I was very distracted before and fell due to the exciting sight of her nipples greeting the world even under the compression fabric. My thumbs struck over them as I began to toy and grope.

“No fucking way!” I breathed in as I continued my assault on them. She was hot and I knew where this would lead. I slid my fingers down under her breasts, pinched the fabric, and proceeded to pull it up to reveal these gorgeous tits.

It took a little bit of effort due to the compression but there they were. Two large beautiful breasts topped with a rosy areola and dark pink nipples.

I took a step back to admire and to clear my head to see if I was dreaming or not.

My eyes were fixed on these magnificent breasts before me. Please be lactating, please oh please be lactating I thought as my heart raced. They looked ample enough and I could see tiny pale veining on the surface of them.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I got in close, carried her body, (which she was light), over to the nearest bench, sat her down on my lap and dug my face onto her right breast like a fat kid into a cake.

I latched and began to suckle. MMMMMmmmmmmmm…

It had been a while since I had suckled and nursed from a breast, and this was just as good as any time. I was engulfed and though I knew I wasn’t getting any milk, and probably wasn’t I was enjoying myself like an infant being breastfed. It was blissful and her nipple was feeling slightly longer in my mouth as I sucked and had my tongue massaging it. Even though there was no milk, it felt delicious nonetheless.

It took me five minutes until I switched to the other side. I suckled strongly like a hungry baby again and wondered now how this would affect the future if I were to resume the present. Could she feel this? Could she see me suckling her breasts?

10 more minutes of my fix for boobies and then I decided to test it all out. I carried her back to the spot where she stopped. I laid back on the ground where I fell and looked at the watch. My impact on the concave surface stopped time, so…

I slapped down on the surface again and began to hear a whirring of sound until it went clear as if escaping underwater. Things were moving again and then I heard her.

“Oh gosh are you alright?” she asked in shock as she approached me. I looked up at her and began to respond until she took a startled step back. Her nipples poked through her bra before but after my suckling, which now in the present seemed evident on her body, she was cutting diamond. She made a small gasp and by instinct brought her palms up to her chest. Her knees staggered slightly and I knew her sex had been turned on.

She began to play it off by getting back to me as I was still flat on the ground. “Sorry I seemed to have lost my balance too.”

She had let her Ataşehir Ucuz Escort guard down but her nipples had remained at attention. “That’s okay. Thanks for your concern, but it seems that I’m alright,” I answered her finally.

I got up and treasured the devilish thought that I had just sucked this woman’s tits and here she was at my aid to make sure I was not hurt from my fall. She was very close to me and it was almost as if gravity played an effect to this concept of time pausing as she was overly-concerned to see if I was hurt.

“Oh gosh, I was just startled and wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt” she said as she brought me in for a hug. “Is this okay with you? I’m a hugger” she giggled. She wasn’t much shorter than I was and with her hugging my head to her shoulder, she began to fidget and hold my head closer down.

Her body was begging for more. My cheek laid adjacent to her erect nipple and even though she knew she was hugging a stranger really close, it was as if she needed it. It was all psychological and she kept holding my face close to her chest, making it to where my cheeks kept sliding and brushing her nipples.

My face was now turning toward her, her breathing becoming slightly heavier and she was not loosening her “hug” as the nipple began to brush my lips.

I saw her look around, left and right, in a quick peek to see if anyone was around. I confidently opened my mouth slightly over the area of her nipple as I felt that this was about to get crazy in a great way. Our bodies were doing the talking and we both kneeled on the ground not breaking apart, my lips now very softly pursed onto her nipple. She kept her left arm hugged around my head and as she laid some soft kisses on my forehead she fidgeted with her bra’s collar and pulls it under the breast that my lips had been stimulating.

This was insane, time resumed and this woman was wanting to continue nursing her invader. “Please.” She whispered as she forced with that same hand, her breast into my mouth. “This should make you feel better” she whispered some more. My best guess is that the previous suckling was done theoretically in such a “rapid time” that her body was affected and desired more pleasure, hence this uncontrollable desire for me to suckle from her.

I suckled like a baby as I heard her soft “Mmmmmm…” Though no milk, I was being breastfed by this sexy woman. However after a few more minutes of ecstasy, she loosened her grip.

“Oh geez, what am I doing?” she whispered to herself. She looked down at me just slightly puzzled as her breast left my lips. She knew what she felt, that she did want that between us, but she was finally out of the trance and was really unsure why she felt the uncontrollable desire and sudden need to nurse this stranger.

She slowly put her attire back together, concealing her breasts from me again. “Ummmm…I’m sorry, uh, this…uh…sorry…uh. I have to go” was all she could spit out.

She got up and left in a hurry. I was left there, sitting in the grass with a hard cock in my shorts and watching this stranger who had just nursed me walking away. I looked down at the watch.

I was in for some more devilish action, and my large breasted jogger was not going far. I slapped down on the concave surface once again and heard the strong whoosh again…

Tune in next time. The jogger’s breasts were amazing, but with this device and this power, I will fulfill my dreams. Find out what I do with the time stopper and who my next victim is in my next chapter!

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Cinderella – a BDSM Retelling

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Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was “Cinderella”, for reasons which will become apparent later.

Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her “Daddy” (a switch – top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he was legally married) and two other “baby girls”, “Poison” and “Ivy”, both of whom were lesbian switches who subbed to Daddy’s Domme, who was bisexual, but who dominated Cinderella and Daddy whenever they were permitted to by Domme. If this all sounds a little confusing it is because large polyamorous families are quite complicated and from time to time, just as in any other family, things grew a little tense. It was, despite the spin our little kinky girl put on it later (rumours of which are still commonly believed by many), a very happy, consensual, satisfying lifestyle choice for all of them.

I know some of the more perverted readers want to know the details of what exactly happened in the various play sessions between the members of the family, and as the story is often told to small children with these details presented in a somewhat negative light, I suppose some clarification is necessary. The Domme always had Poison and Ivy play together, so much so, that they were billed as sisters and things between them were hot, hot, hot. They liked to tease Daddy with open displays of wild and uninhibited lesbian action, but Daddy was forbidden to touch them, as was the straight Cinderella.

Daddy liked Cinderella’s legs, which were shapely, to match her petite build and so he requested that she wear short, simple dresses, without any underwear, in the exact colour of her eyes, which were a beautiful grey colour. He had spent some time in China where he had acquired the rather odd fetish of liking very, very small feet, so was thrilled that Cinderella had teeny, tiny little feet, in keeping with her minute stature, which he liked to see in bandage bondage. This probably had a great deal to do with the now defunct habit of binding the feet of Chinese girls, the demise of which many foot fetishists regret. However, the bandage bondage of Cinderella’s feet did allow her to become accustomed to wearing shoes two sizes too small for the already unbelievable size 2 her feet actually were.

Daddy himself wanted Cinderella for things other than service, but the other women liked to see her dressed as a French maid in the sexiest and barest of skirts, fishnet stocking, impossibly high shoes, stiffly starched white apron with lace detail and a black bra which pushed her breasts together to give her a very sexy cleavage. And a little bow on her head, supposedly to hold her hair out of her eyes while she was in service. Cinderella Bostancı Sınırsız Escort was, in fact, very skilled at performing her various “duties”. Even so, it was necessary for them to find fault with her work so that they would have an opportunity to administer the various “funishments” from which they all derived so much pleasure. A flogging here, a spanking there, and some wax play in front of a lovely log fire before Cinderella got down to dealing with the fire play and, after the fire had died down to nothing but ashes, dirty sex from which she got her name.

From time to time the Domme caged Daddy, and Poison and Ivy found pleasure in locking little Cinderella in a dark wooden box, hardly big enough for her, so that she could enjoy some of the sensory deprivation Cinderella so craved.

Then one day one of the wealthy bdsm practitioners in the community decided to hold a fetish ball. One of the billed highlights of this ball was the fact that one of the handsome young perverts, a bisexual known by the somewhat unlikely nick of “Prince”, had offered to place himself as a no-safeword slave to the winner of a lottery conducted for him. The whole community was buzzing about this offer, opinion divided on the wisdom and excitement thereof, to say nothing of the excitement of a ball of this magnitude.

Daddy’s Domme and the sisters decided to do a wonderful mindfuck for Cinderella.

Daddy was simply told to break the news to Cinderella that she would be required to spend the evening of the fetish ball in domestic service to the household and would not be able to attend the fetish ball, after all, the fetish ball was for leather freaks, and latex lovers and those who were titillated by gorgeous lingerie, vintage or otherwise, with corsets and pvc. He pointed out that a short grey dress or a French maid outfit, no matter how pretty, just wasn’t going to make it past the dress code requirements for attendance, no matter how much it titillated him personally.

Unbeknown to Cinderella, or even to Daddy, her measurements were given to a gay boyfriend of the lesbian babygirls, so skilled at making fetish costumes that he was known by all and sundry as the “Fairy Godmother” and he started work on constructing her an outfit to die for.

In the meantime the mindfuck continued, Domme and babygirls spending extraordinary amounts of time planning what they were to wear, allowing Cinderella to serve them by polishing their plush leather boots and extreme high heels for the ball. Poison’s outfit of choice was beautiful tight leather pants with a leather bra and matching collar and a broad strap leash and high, high heels in black patent leather. Ivy was wearing a latex catsuit with a latex corset and thigh high platform boots, the corset and boots Bostancı Suriyeli Escort in matching lavender over the black of the catsuit. Daddy would be a cross dressed sissy maid, and great attention was given to his genuine silk stockings, and vintage Edwardian underwear, over which he wore the briefest of black skirts and a Chantilly lace trimmed apron. His shoes were high heels, but not so high that he wouldn’t be able to sashay about getting drinks for the girls. Daddy’s Domme would be wearing nothing but sexy black lingerie and a real ermine coat. But it is her array of seven floggers which will cause the biggest intake of breath amongst those who love them. From the short, thin, narrow strippy lambskin suede one, or the one with the silk threads, through to the long, knotted, hard leather with thin, narrow strips, and from the long, soft pigskin suede and the thick strips of soft leather, to the thick, broad stripped hard leather one, as well as the one with the round rubber biting strings, they were a matched set, black business end with silver handles, one perfectly round garnet at the top of each handle, where Domme’s mark, identical to the tattoo on her back, was engraved. She wore her garnet in her belly button.

Cinderella pleaded to be allowed to go. But Domme was adamant and Daddy was powerless to override the decision. Yet Domme and the lesbian babygirls smiled and giggled all the time seeming to really enjoy her begging and pathetic disappointment at being denied this treat, and they once blindfolded Cinderella while they “played” at taking her measurements for some medical game which demanded these, the only play they found time for before the fetish ball.

On the day of the ball everyone got ready. Poison yelled at Cinderella that she stank and needed to bath before doing Ivy’s hair. Ivy yelled at Cinderella and asked her if she was really planning to groom the others while her own nails and hair were a mess. Cinderella merely complied with their requests like the obedient girl she was.

Fifteen minutes before the family was to leave for the party in waltzed Poison and Ivy’s gay boyfriend, Fairy Godmother. The family gathered round and yelled “Surprise!” at Cinderella. She looked in amazement and wonder as Fairy Godmother opened a suit bag to reveal the most beautiful outfit Cinderella could ever imagine. She was being turned into a real baby girl in a pink party dress, with a diamante aliceband and little girl bag, and tiny high heel shoes made of soft leather and decorated with hundreds of tiny round crystals over every surface. Daddy was almost faint with desire as he proudly watched his little love dressing. She looked six. But she was an adult, albeit a very young one.

But the best was yet to come. As Cinderella left Bostancı İranlı Escort the house she saw sweet round coaches, each only really big enough for one, and each drawn by a human “pony” hired in by Daddy for the occasion. There were only four. Daddy duly invited his lovely little girl to sit on his lap for the duration of the trip, and they both thoroughly enjoyed the ride as the coach bumped and swayed behind the splendid human pony, bouncing them together in erotic pleasure until they reached the venue with its splendid dungeon.

The fetish ball was everything anyone could possibly desire. The girls, both Dominant and submissive were dressed in latex, leather, lace and satin with corsets in every shade and stockings, boots and high, high heels. The male Dominants wore mainly leather while the male submissives wore rope, sexy lacy lingerie, or simply went naked, according to the desires of their Dominants.

The dungeon was equipped with every fantasy piece of furniture imaginable, St Andrew’s crosses, revolving crosses, crucifixion aids, suspension workings, cages, bondage beds, a very ornate confessional, massage tables, swings, queening chairs, foot worship stools, pillories, stocks, mirrors, poles, barres, assorted furniture suitable for bondage and even a real working Catherine wheel. There was a “school room” to one side, a modelling ramp and mirrored room, a fully equipped “jail” with an additional interrogation section and an “office”. If one moved out onto the terrace one overlooked a garden with a gazebo, wrought iron benches, arches and other items suitable for outdoor play. It was heavenly.

Then disaster struck. Cinderella, of all people, won the lottery for Prince. She suddenly had her own no-limits slave. This would not have been so bad if she had wisely given Prince to Domme. But she wanted to keep him for herself. She wanted to explore her dominant side which she had just discovered that very moment. Daddy frowned, then punished. Domme glared, then punished. But nothing made Cinderella change her mind. By midnight she announced that she was not going home with the family, but was staying with Prince.

The family conferred, and a quick kidnapping was arranged. Cinderella had always wanted a kidnapping, but the family were too busy to really organise one. Now was the perfect opportunity. They bustled Cinderella back into a coach, never noticing that one of Cinderella’s tiny shoes had fallen off her foot.

In the meantime, Prince had taken quite a fancy to Cinderella. He organised to take her little shoe to her home, revealed his foot fetish to her, explained that he was looking for a 24/7 Dominant woman with really, really tiny feet. She looked into his eyes, agreed and the two of them wandered off, hand in hand, into the dungeon space of the wealthy bdsm practitioner who occasionally allowed Cinderella to sub to him in lieu of rent. The rest of their income was derived from the fact that Cinderella had a real talent for public relations and spin-doctoring.

So Cinderella and her Prince lived, as in all the best fantasy tales, happily ever after.

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Tessia’s Story

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I had known that this night was going to happen for a while. Master had been talking about it for a while, and I was worried. He was having some friends over and he fully expected me to serve all of them. And I mean serve in the fullest sense of the word.

He’d carefully chosen my attire; a brief mini skirt and a low cut blouse. The blouse was so small and tight that my full breasts were barely contained, and you could see the brown of my areolas through the white cotton. I had on very high heels, and nothing else, and if I’d bent over, you’d have caught a glance of my smooth pussy. He’d supervised me as I’d applied my makeup, so that when it was complete I looked like the slut I was.

When the doorbell rang I jumped, moved as if to hide in the kitchen.

“Tessia!” Master growled, and his large hand reached out and grabbed my tiny wrist, halting my progress.

Tremulously, I lifted my face to his, and cringed at the stern look in his dark eyes. Sighing in defeat, I walked to the front door, my eyes to the hardwood floor as befitting my station. Opening the door, I took the coats of the men who were standing there. I jerked in protest when one of them reached out and casually tweaked my nipple. Master cleared his throat warningly, and I forced myself to hold still as his hands fondled my breast. Another man slid up behind me, his hand slipping smoothly under my skirt, and sliding along the crack of my ass.

Shivering, I looked to my master, and I could feel reassurance pouring from him. I relaxed, knowing that he was in control and that I was pleasing him. My eyes still glued to him, I could feel my nipples began to tighten, and my pussy grew moist under their rough ministrations, and I moaned softly.

“Why don’t we move this into the comfort of the living room?” Master Maltepe Türbanlı Escort abruptly suggested. “Believe me, you’ll all have plenty of time with Tessia.”

Reluctantly the men released me, and we all trailed into the living room. Master had moved the furniture against one wall. Against the opposite wall, laying on the floor, was a set of shackles. A short chain attached them so that while in them I would be unable to rise to my feet. Standing against the wall, where they could all see me, I slowly shimmied out of my clothing, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, and yes excitement.

It was very arousing to know that all these men wanted me, that I was making their cocks hard.

Master came over, and lifted my breasts, showing off their weight and size, almost as if I was cattle, or a slave on the block to be sold. His thumb brushed over one painfully tight tip, and I bit back a moan. Then Master put a firm hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the ground, carefully locked the shackles around my ankles and wrists, being careful not to cut off the circulation to my hands and feet. Then he attached one end of a leash to my collar, and the other to a hook in the wall.

I knew from previous sessions that I wasn’t going anywhere. Picking up my blindfold from the table, he wrapped it around my face so that I couldn’t see anything.

I could hear the men getting up from the couch and moving toward me, so I knew that Master had signaled that it was time for the fun to begin. I jumped skittishly at the first lewd touch to my bottom, but wasn’t able to go far with my leash so tight.

I could feel Masters reassuringly stroke my back, and I settled down, knowing he was there, watching. A different set of hands came out and touched my breasts, fingering Maltepe Otele Gelen Escort the tightening nipples, and a groan ripped its way from my throat.

“Nice little slut you have here.” the man playing with my breasts said to my master. The man caressing my bottom slid his hands down the crease of my ass, a finger slipping in my oozing pussy.

“Quite the slut.” he agreed with the first man. I moaned as his finger slid deep in me, and then gasped at the feel of a cock at my mouth.

Eagerly I sucked it deep in my mouth, my tongue coming out to carress the tip, and the third man groaned.

“What a great cock sucker.”

“I’m sure that we can make better use of her.” Master said. “Tessia!” he barked out. “Climb on top of Jim.”

The man I was sucking abruptly pulled himself from my mouth, and started tugging me over him. As best as I was able, I maneuvered myself over him so that my hungry pussy was waiting over his hard cock. With a groan I pushed my hips down, taking him deep inside me. Panting, I left myself there, enjoying the feel of a hot hard cock inside me. Then I felt another slick cock pushing at my ass, and I jerked, whimpering in uncertainty.

Master ran his hand over my bottom threateningly, and I forced myself to hold still. I was not an anal virgin, but I’d never had a cock in my pussy and in my ass. I whimpered out as his huge cock broke through the tight muscles that guarded my ass, and then groaned as he slid deep inside of me. The two men began moving, and I cried out, moving my hips urgently, reaching for the orgasm that was looming in the distance.

“Don’t you dare cum!” Master warned me, “Not until every man here has gotten off.”

Panting, I tried desperately to hold off my orgasm. The third man, Maltepe Ucuz Escort who I’d forgotten all about, pushed his cock insistently against my mouth. Eager for something to take my mind off of the men moving inside me, I sucked him into my mouth, moving my head up and down his long pole, doing my best to bring him off. I desperately needed to succumb to the heat in my body.

I could feel the man under me stiffen, and his hot cum hitting my cervix. Not long afterward the man moving feverishly in my ass also came. The feel of his hot cum splashing in my bowels, pushed me over the edge, and I screamed, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Frantically, I brought my hand up to the cock that had just slipped out of my mouth, and held on, trying to get him off, even as my body shuddered with after effects of my orgasm. I was rewarded by the hot feeling of his cum hitting my face, and sliding down my breasts. We lay there in a heap for a while, until I heard Masters voice.

“I saw that, Tessia, and we’ll discuss your punishment after they leave, but for now, I think you should thank them all nicely for fucking you, and go get them something to clean themselves with.”

Carefully we detangled ourselves, and on my hands and knees I thanked them. Master released one end of my leash, and took off my blindfold so that I could see to crawl into the kitchen. There was a bag of wet wipes there that had been left for this reason. Picking it up in my mouth, I carried it back into the living room.

“Anytime you feel the need you may come over here. Tessia’s pussy will always be free for your use.” Master was saying, and I cringed at being the personal slut to all these men, even as my pussy shuddered at the thought, “But for now, the slut and I need to spend some time discussing her disobedience.”

Master reattached me to the wall, then reached out and placed his favorite whip threateningly on the carpet next to me, before turning to walk his guests to the door. My eyes glued to the whip, I shivered in fear and anticipation. It was going to be one long night.

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Across the Road Ch. 03

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Chapter 3 – Lying down on the job

Victor led the way into the hall again, followed by the other guests surrounding Mark who took turns fondling his cock and smooth bollocks (from his careful grooming) and then through another door at the rear of the house.

‘This is usually just the downstairs bathroom,’ said Stephanie, ‘but on our special days we add this!

As the room was larger than the average bathroom, there was plenty of space for the large plastic covered bed that was raised off the ground a little. Mark immediately spotted that one end had a cushioned pillow at the end that was inside the shower cubicle itself.

‘Lie down’

He walked to the midpoint of the bed, where two handles stuck out from each side and went to follow the instructions. He had to be careful though because just above where his face would rest there was a circular padded seat with a large hole that would be directly over it.

‘This is our Queening Bench,’ said Victor proudly. ‘Here anyone who would like Mark to suck and lick their private parts is welcome to do so.’ Amelia had a broad grin on her face.

‘If you wish to piss – and only piss – while Mark is pleasuring you, you are welcome to do so too. The shower will clean everything up afterwards very easily. Mark, please can you lift your knees and move your feet to the bars by your side now?’

Mark did so and felt Victor and his wife take one Kartal Öğrenci Escort foot each, moving them slightly to each side and securing them in place.

‘One additional benefit of this table is that our special guest has his legs spread so that he is fully accessible to us. I hope that you all brought your favourite dildos and vibrators as I suggested to you? You will find a selection of lubricants over there to help explore Mark’s arse while he assists someone else.

Amelia was already half undressed, putting her clothes by one of the ‘audience’ chairs that were behind the door they came in by. She sat carefully above Mark so her slightly hairy pussy was within reach of his tongue.

‘Make me cum.’

Mark started to lick her black slit eagerly. She had slim outer lips but fat juicy inner ones and the sound of squelching filled the room. At the same time, Edith gently teased Mark. She knew his body well from his single day he had spent with her and her sister and knew exactly which parts of his cock head and rim were most arousing to him. Although he whined and moaned at her touch she also knew how to avoid making him shoot the load that was building on his balls.

In this restrained position, the only thing that he could do was to lie back and enjoy licking and tonguing Amilia, which he did with great enthusiasm egged on by what was being done to his cock, the knowledge Kartal Çıtır Escort that his performance was being watched and her moans and groans as she thrust herself desperately through the hole in the seat and against his mouth. She was also extremely juicy and wet and her cum smelling liquids dribbled down onto his face, turning him still further.

In the end she came suddenly with a load cry.

‘Well done, you two’, said Victor from his seat, that makes these evenings and the young men who come and share themselves with us so worthwhile. Mark turned his head and saw that while the two men still wore shirts – and in Brent’s case a tie too – both had removed their pants and trousers and were happily sporting large erections.

‘You can have both of these inside you soon, but you have not finished there quite yet.’

After Amelia had had two more quicker – but from the sounds of her final scream – equally satisfying orgasms, she stood up and Amelia eagerly took her place. Her pussy was more… ‘Motherly’, Mark decided as he started to pleasure her instead. He could feel his tongue going deeper between her lips to reach the entrance to her already sticky cunt. At the same time he could feel that a thin anal vibrator being inserted inside him and gently rubbing steadily against his prostate making him drip pre-cum from his slit.

Stephanie was less vocal than Amelia but Mark Kartal Elit Escort could tell that she was clearly getting what she needed and then she raised herself slightly and announced to the room that she needed to pee.

Mark wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep his mouth open or shut but his instinct was to keep his lips tight together as he felt her warm piss start to hit him and roll down his cheeks and neck. The smell and the volume was overwhelming of course, particularly because his current position preventing him from avoiding it but the novelty of the situation meant that those seated on the chairs could also see him thrusting his hips as much as he was able as he subconsciously tried to rub himself against something that wasn’t even there.

‘That is the main reason for having the room set up this way,’ said Victor. Mrs H has always loved sharing everything with me too’. Her bladder emptying more slowly now, she lowered her now wet pussy – that was only dripping with the last of her piss – back towards Mark so he could lick her pussy again turned on by it’s different taste and smell.

‘I have please her in that way many times of course but her insatiable desires were the reason we invited gentlemen

one evening and we (and they) have had many happy times in the same way that you are now ever since.

Stephanie was still quite warm and juicy as Mark continued and shortly reached the point of no return to the delight of those watching.

‘In a moment, you can have a shower

1, to make sure you are clean and ready to feel cock inside you, but first I think that Brent would like to find out what your mouth feels like now, so we will let him take the seat of honour first.

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The seasons had started to change to the crispness of fall. The leaves on the trees where a kaleidescope of color, painted bold in the late morning sun. They had slept in that morning, cuddled up close, not wanting to start their day. With a slap to the ass to get her moving, it was off to the shower then to the kitchen to start coffee and a light brunch.

She was feeling the affects of the changes going on outside because she was behaving like a child, teasing and pestering Him until He lost patience with her and said that He was going to have to do something to wear off her extra energy today. Her eyes lit up but He wouldn’t tell her what He had planned. After telling her to change into one of her casual dresses, and to plan for a day outside, He was off to the den.

Quickly she slipped on one of her cotton dresses that buttoned up the front. It fit loosely about her body and came to mid thigh. Light pink ankle socks, to match her dress and loafers completed her outfit. Brushing her hair and putting it up in a pony tail so that it wouldn’t be in her face, she smiled at the image she saw. Perfect for a day in the out doors. As a last minute thought she grabbed a sweater in case it was cooler than she thought.

When she entered the den, He looked up from the computer with a sparkle in His eyes. She knew by that look that what ever she had expected for the day was not what He had planned. She looked down at herself and then back to Him, “Is something wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“No, it’s perfect. Are you ready?”

“Yes, where are we going?”

He chuckled as He walked toward her and tweaked her nose but didn’t say anything. After a quick kiss they were on their way.

The air was fresh and there was a slight nip to it. The sun was bright, intensifying the colors of fall. It seemed that someone had taken a paint brush and painted red, gold, brown, yellow and orange to every leaf that fought to hang onto life. They seemed to become more intense the further from the city they went. When she asked again where they were going, He told her she would find out when they got there and to stop being so nosy.

Soon they turned onto a dirt road that wound it’s way through trees and open fields. She noticed that the further they went, there were fewer and fewer houses. She hadn’t been this way before and couldn’t imagine where they were going. She noticed that there were large areas where the trees had been cut down. When she asked about this, He told her that this was a logging area and that if she looked closely, she would see the transplanted seedlings. The area would be left alone until the trees where large enough to harvest. She knew there was a mill in the next town over from where they lived, but had never ventured this far into the forest that supplied the wood to run it.

After what seemed like an hour, He turned once more onto a road that looked like it hadn’t seen a car in a very long time. There were trees on each side of the road almost overlapping overhead. Sun light danced through the branches and leaves. When He pulled over to the side of the road and got out, she just sat there not knowing what to do. He came around to her side of the car and opened the door. After she had gotten out, He opened the back door and got a very large beach towel from the back seat.

Taking her hand, He led her around to the back of the car. She looked around and just tried to absorb everything around her. It was so quiet here. No horns honking, cars driving by, the normal sounds of the city were lost here in this bit of heaven. She closed her eyes and let everything wash over her.

With her eyes closed and leaning back against the trunk, she just listened. She could hear the birds singing, the wind moving the leaves slightly. The calm and quiet were so relaxing but she felt more alive than she had in a long time. She also felt an under current in the air. Something bold and almost wild. Without opening her eyes, Pendik Ukraynalı Escort she reached out with her senses for Him. She could feel Him standing close. Hear His breathing as the tension increased. When she opened her eyes, He was standing in front of her. The heat radiating off of Him.

She reached forward, laying her hands on His chest and with a seductive smile, began to caress Him. She started to speak but He put His finger over her lips to silence her. She closed her eyes again and darted her tongue out to taste His skin. As He moved His finger down, she opened her mouth and drew His finger inside to suckle gently. Using her tongue and lips to work the appendage offered to her. When her eyes opened, they were slightly unfocused with desire. It still amazed her how His touch could affect her so. As He pulled His finger from her moist mouth, she let her teeth graze against it seductively.

He reached behind her to open the back of the truck. She tried to move out of the way but was pinned between the truck and Him. When she looked at Him questionably, He just smiled and pressed His body more firmly against hers. She could feel contact from her breasts to her hips with His body. Without thinking, she rubbed against Him and purred almost like a kitten. He ran His hands up her arms to her upper arms, gripping them firmly and twirled her around and pushed her away to arms length. He then turned back around and opened the back of the truck and laid the towel on the tail gate.

“Don’t move.” He said as He went back to the front of the truck and got something else from behind the seat. She saw the black bag He placed on the ground just out of sight then He turned to her and told her to unbutton the top and bottom 3 buttons of her dress. Very seductively she unbuttoned the top 3 then leaned forward giving Him a nice view down the front of her dress to her bare breasts inside and unbuttoned the bottom 3. When she stood back up, He placed His hands at her waist and turned her back to the tail gate.

“Hop up there my sweet little slut.”

His words excited her, He only used them when they played. Knowing how they excited her and took her to a place others may never understand. He then helped her to a sitting position on the very edge. Then leaned over and opened the bag. She still couldn’t see what was inside. When He turned back to her, He told her that He had been wanting to do this for some time. And told her that He had some new toys for her to play with.

He handed her a vibrator she’d never seen before. It was long and bent at the end. Almost like a drinking straw with an egg shaped object on the end. He then held up a small black object that looked like a car alarm. He told her that this was the control for the toy and He would be operating it, not her.

“You know what to do. Very gently I want you to start working that sweet pussy. Just barely touching on the outside only.”

Without breaking eye contact, He reached to the side of the truck and pulled one of the umbrella chairs forward, opened it and sat facing her. He reached forward and tapped the inside of her right knee. She knew that this meant for her to open them wider. Even though she had unbuttoned the bottom 3 buttons on her dress, she still couldn’t quite get them open all the way. Thank goodness the new toy was about 12 inches long and gave her enough reach to just barely caress her already wet pussy. Up and down and around she stroked. Just on the outside teasing herself, as He sat and watched. He was at the perfect height to see everything.

After about 10 minutes He told her to unbutton another button from the top and bottom and to open her legs even further. She struggled slightly with the top button since she was using her left hand. But soon had another button open. She could feel the slight breeze graze across her breast, making her skin draw into goose bumps. Now to the bottom button. This was easier to do since Pendik Üniversiteli Escort her right forearm was there to hold the dress up and give her some extra leverage.

With buttons undone, legs further apart, she watched Him as she continued to play for Him. Just as her eyes drifted closed, He hit the remote button and started the toy to slowly vibrate. She gasped and opened her eyes wide as it started to work it’s magic. After to short a time, He once again hit the remote button, turning it off. She whimpered in protest and was answered with only a smile.

She continued to play and slowly rocked her hips with every move. She stopped suddenly as she heard a car approaching on the road. When she started to pull her dress closed and get down, she was told not to stop. “No matter who should drive by, you will not stop!”

This only heightened her excitement to think of possibly being caught. The car moved on down the road never passing by their semi secluded place by the side of the road. Her heart slowed and she breathed a sigh of relief. But that was short lived. Again He hit the remote, two notches this time.

The buzzing was stronger and her eyes drifted closed, head falling back exposing her neck. Her free arm went back to brace herself so she could lean back slightly. This helped to work her dress up a little more as she rocked on the vibe. Still just teasing the outside lips of her wet, dripping pussy. She could feel her juices gathering on her thighs, legs opening even more. She could feel the need to fill the empty space between her legs and just as the vibe accidentally slipped slightly inside, it was turned off.

Panting she looked up to see Him standing now between her legs. She was so intent in her play that she hadn’t heard Him come forward. She could see the bulge of His hard cock in the front of His pants. She reached forward to stroke Him, but her wrist was grabbed before she reached it.

“No, no, no little slut. None of that for you yet.”

He reached up and unbuttoned another button on her dress. Pulling it off her shoulders and stopping below her large full breast. She attempted to pull her arms free but was pushed down, effectively trapping her arms at her sides. She still held the new toy in her hand and was told to continue.

He had her wrist restraints in His hand and placed them on each wrist, locking them together. He stepped back to view His little slut with an eye for detail. There she was laid out before Him. The sunlight through the trees painted her skin with light and shadows. Breast free to His gaze and touch, bound at arms and wrist, legs wide and open, pussy glistening with her juices. Ready for anything He pleased.

He sat back in His chair and moved forward. Pushing her legs wider as He leaned in and took a deep breath of her essence. He started on the inside of one thigh as He worked His tongue and mouth upward. Holding her hips still as she wiggled to get closer to Him. Repeating the process on the other thigh, He felt her tense as He heard another car drive by, knowing they wouldn’t be disturbed. But she didn’t know that.

She moved the toy away from her pussy to give Him ample room to play. He blew His breath over her sex. Watching as she squirmed and rocked her hips upward. He had waited almost to long to taste her. He felt as if He would explode if He didn’t sample her and soon.

Very slowly, He darted His tongue out and began to work her pussy with His tongue. Avoiding her sensitive clit as He worked deeper and deeper into her wetness. He didn’t let up. Not once. He could hear her moans and pleas for release but He wasn’t finished tormenting her. He worked one then two fingers into her wetness and slowly began to move them in and out. Working deeper with each stroke. Again He leaned forward this time to pay special attention to that most tempting little button of her sex. Knowing that as soon as He did, she would be forced over Pendik Vip Escort the edge He had kept her on for this long.

He started by blowing His hot breath over her. Watching her arch upward. Then His tongue flicked back and forth feeling the bud harden. He was ready for her now. Wanted, no needed to feel her contract around His fingers as He knew she would around His cock very soon.

He wrapped His lips around her clit and began to suck very gently. Increasing the pressure as she bucked harder against His fingers and mouth. He heard her beg for release, for Him to let her cum. He didn’t answer her yet, keeping her on the edge a little longer. He knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

He raised up slightly and gave her the words she had been waiting for.

“Cum for me my slut. Cum for me now!”

He sucked harder on her exposed clit and pumped harder into her wet pussy and He felt her tighten even more on His fingers. Her cries of release fill the air around them. He quickly removed His fingers from her and released His cock. Standing up, He entered her before she came down again. Pumping deep into her. Pumping hard and fast as she climaxed again and again. He felt the tightening in His balls and the throbbing in His cock buried deep inside her pussy as she squeezed Him, begging for His cum to fill her.

He thrust once, twice, then let loose with His own orgasm and joined her voice with His cry of release.

He fell forward onto her supple body as their hearts and breathing slowed. When He was able, He raised up and looked at the contented smile on her face. Slowly He pulled out and heard her protest. He leaned forward and told her how beautiful she was as she lay open and exposed. He helped her to sit up and then helped her down off the tail gate. He moved the towel to the ground and helped her to kneel on it. He offered her his cock to clean of their combined juices.

Just as she took the head of His cock in her hungry mouth, He heard a car drive down the road and stop. She must have heard it to because she started to pull away. He grabbed her hair and held her in place.

“Oh no little slut, you will clean me up before we leave. Don’t you dare stop or you will be punished.”

She went back to her work eagerly. Taking His semi hard cock into her mouth and licked every inch completely. Then she moved down to His balls and cleaned them just as well. He enjoyed her ministration to His cock and didn’t hurry her. When He was satisfied that she had completed her chore, He helped her to stand and bent her still bound over the tail gate. Lifting her dress to expose her beautiful full ass to the light and air.

Smack, the first blow landed firmly making her ass jiggle in the most inviting way.

“That, is for the first time you attempted to get off the tail gate when you thought someone was coming.”

Smack, again His hand made connected with her ass.

“And these, are for every time you thought to stop.” He continued to rain slap after slap down on her exposed ass. Telling her that who ever was at the end of the road watching could see her now and was enjoying this as much as He was. He didn’t stop until He saw a nice rosy glow. His hand reached down to feel her wet pussy. Rubbing hard on her clit telling her what a slut she was to become excited by being spanked in such a public way. He worked her until she begged for Him to stop. He knew she was close to another orgasm and told her He wouldn’t stop until she came again for Him. It didn’t take long until she was convulsing again and again. She lay there weak and spent. He lowered her dress and turned her over carefully. He unfastened her restraints and raised her dress back to her shoulders.

He placed kisses on each nipple before sitting beside her and holding her in His arms. They listened as the car that had been stopped, pulled away, as she cleaned the combined juices of their joining from His fingers. They looked at each other and laughed at the thought of what they had just done. Something they had talked about often and now could add to their many wonderful experiences.

Hmmm, reality or fiction?

If you happen to read this story or any of my others posted here, please let me know what you think.

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Author’s Note

So this is not my first story but it is the first I’m publishing here. I have chapter 2 written already but I wanted to get some feedback before I post it. ALL criticism is welcome.

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Rose yawned and checked her watch. 10:38.

“Okay maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up to watch that Scandal marathon last night, but Olivia was stressing me out.” She thought to herself rubbing her eyes. Not even the heavily sugared coffee she clutched in her dark brown hand would keep her awake.

To be fair Scandal wasn’t the only thing that occupied her usual sleeping hours. In fact the thing that kept her awake the most was currently burning a hole in her purse or more specifically her cell phone. Yes. A dreaded dating app. If she was being honest with herself she’d admit that she had stayed awake fielding all sorts of romantic, creepy, or sometimes downright scary messages.

But you know what they say, hindsight and numbers and all that.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a large thick manila envelope plopping on her desk near where her feet lay. Rose’s eyes lingered there a moment then meandered their way up a lime green blazer to the severe green eyes of Sonya Carvalho.

Her temples throbbed at the sight of her. Nevertheless Rose smiled, no, beamed at her boss.

“Sonya! What can I d-” she was quickly cut off.

“Save the small talk, Ms. Carmichael.” the boss commonly known as the dragon lady waved her hand imperiously as if to ensure Rose that she required no pleasantries. “There are clients waiting in conference room B, this folder holds their details. See what they want, get the job done.” Sonya dictated, tone clipped as always. Rose dropped her red pumps to the floor, pushed away from her desk and stood. Before she could even leave her office space Sonya placed her hand on Rose’s shoulder, adding; “oh and one more thing? Do it the Sonya way.”

It took all she had for her to not roll her eyes. Rose muttered something that sounded affirmative and moved onto the conference room. Flipping through the folders she scanned the various stats. Nothing too special, just a mid-size tech firm in need of some public presence.

“We can’t all be Google now, can we?” She snickered to herself Bostancı Ukraynalı Escort before she pushed the heavy wood doors of the conference room open. Or tried to anyway.

“Oh my god.” She swore, banging her shoulder against the wood. At 5’7 Rose wasn’t insubstantial in height or weight. With thick thighs, arms that had a little jiggle and a not so flat stomach she’d gotten her fair share of stares. She shoved at the door twice more before it swung open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Immediately three pairs of eyes locked on to her standing in the doorway.

“Gentlemen! I apologize for my…loud entrance.” Rose laughed nervously. She sat on the other side of the small conference table and took in her brand new clients. In front of her was tall light skin man with his hair shaved closed to his head. On his right was a bright eyed blond, with a large but not off putting nose. And to the left…

‘Shit.’ Rose thought, because to the left sat her highschool boyfriend. John Sebastian Hayes. In fact now that she was paying attention, all three men were her former classmates and from the look in their eyes, they’d realized it too.

The man in the middle, Dionte, spoke first. “Rose? Rosemary Carmichael! Holy shit is that you?” All she could do was nod in stunned silence as Chris joined in animatedly and asked her what she’d been doing all this time. While Rose had just done her best to answer her two classmates’ questions, out of the corner of her eye she could see John sitting there with this sort of amused look on his face.

‘Just who does he think he is,’ she fumed internally ‘sitting there on his fine ass looking even better than he did when were kids.’ In the seven years since they’d seen each other John had filled out generously, his jaw taking on a strong shape, arms muscled under the rolled sleeve of his dress shirt. But his eyes were just as intense as the day she last saw him. Of course that day they had been glaring at her, but today, those dark green irises were filled with…longing?

Oh fuck.

Chris finally slowed his line of questioning and turned to look at John, who at this point was full on staring at Rose now.

“J, buddy, got anything to ask?” Bostancı Üniversiteli Escort

‘Oh no no. No God please. Don’t let this man open his mouth.’

John quirked an eyebrow at his friends and turned to lock eyes with Rose, toting a smile that could only be described as dangerous.

“No. I think you guys hit all the bases, besides there isn’t much I don’t know about Rosie. After all I was her bo-“

“Booooyology partner! Lab partners. Mmhmm. We were partners for two years right John?” She laughed too loudly and slapped her hands on the table. Dionte shook his head and laughed along. John just shot her a small frown, his eyes promising they would talk later.

‘Good God in heaven please help me.’ Rose sent a quick prayer to the almighty and spoke again.

“Well, as fun as catching up is, we should probably get down to business huh?” Rose withdrew the papers from her manila folder and began to pitch ideas for a national ad campaign. Within an hour and a half the former classmates had worked out a serious blueprint to get their tech into the public’s eye and hopefully their hands soon after. But each and every time she had glanced at John (despite her brain telling her not to) she’d met the same heated gaze, the one that made her knees jelly.

When all the hands had been shook Rose almost ran into the staff lounge, hands shaking.

“Oh shit. No. Oh my god.” Rose looked up at the office ceiling.

“Jesus, why are you doing this? Hmm? What did I do for you to put this man back in my life? Was it because I cut that lady off? I was late!” Just then a shadow loomed over her.

“Good to see you still do that.”

His voice made her shiver, its deep tone hitting her right at her core. She turned quickly to face John, serious frown faltering at his proximity. His pink lipped smile shifted into a loaded smirk. Rose steepled her hands together to stop them from pulling out her curly dark hair.

“Y-you can’t be in here J.” She cursed both her stutter and her use of the friendly nickname she’d given him in the 11th grade.

He lifted his blond eyebrows at her in mock surprise. “Oh! Are you going to stop pretending you don’t know me now?” He chirped.

Irritated, Bostancı Vip Escort Rose snapped back. “I wasn’t pretending anything. I greeted you just like I did Dionte and Chris, just like I would anybody.” Then it was John’s turn to look irritated.

” And since when am I anybody to you?” He stepped closer to her, nearly pushing her into the wall. His heat and scent put Rose at danger of going crazy. Still she held strong.

“Don’t do that John. We aren’t kids anymore.” She placed her hand on his chest to push him backwards but as soon as she made contact her hand stayed, almost clutching at his dress shirt. He covered her hand with his, lightly tanned skin over deep chocolate brown.

“My thoughts exactly. We aren’t kids anymore so why are you hiding the fact that we were together?”

Rose rolled her eyes, he’d always had a flair for dramatics.

“Professionalism. I’d prefer to keep our history where it belongs. In the past.” John had the gall to laugh at that and in response Rose snatched her hand from his hold, immediately mourning the loss of his heat.

“If you are done,” she sniped “go home. Or back to work. Just…anywhere but here.” Their conversation had her reminiscent of highschool, the way they would tease each other with jabs and playful wrestling that’d eventually turn into-

Nope. Not going there.

John looked unperturbed by her command and instead reached down to grab Rose’s hand again.

“What do you say we get coffee? Really catch up.” His eyes gleamed with mischief and Rose could barely remember what she’d been saying thirty seconds prior.

“I don’t like coffee.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She didn’t like black coffee. John blew a noisy breath out at the ceiling before looking back down at her. “That’s right,” his tone had taken on a taunting lilt “you like coffee flavoured sugar. You can get that too.” Without leaving her time to decline, John spun around and took his leave. Rose sighed and let herself slump against the lounge counter. John popped his head back in the door, smile wide.

“Call me when you’re off for lunch, your secretary has my number.” Rose didn’t reply, opting instead to stare at the ugly green carpet below and pray that it would swallow her whole. That is until John called her name. She looked up and met his eyes.

“I missed you.”

And just like he made her heart seize up and her throat go dry. There was the guy she’d been in love with in highschool, staring at her like she was the only thing worth seeing.

And God help her if she didn’t believe it.

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