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Family Reunion Ch. 02

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

So much has happened in a few short months that I missed Zoe moving in. In passing, Alanna tried to get me over or hang out but we have been swamped. America is taking a huge hit with story after story unraveling itself. Corrupt politician here, murder there, another unarmed black person killed everywhere. The media is getting attacked left and right, which admittedly happens a lot. We get daily death threats but there’s usually no action. This time is different. A competitor of ours was found dead in his apartment. Some are starting to get so afraid that we had to hire more security.

Tonight was an event with the mayor for some fundraiser that we were going to cover. I put our second best reporter on the it and he was ready and willing to do a good job. Hopefully he kept his eyes and ears peeled because our best anchor is ditching us for an Atlanta job position at a more reputable station. I’m not bitter but I hope she fails. No I don’t, I know she’ll slam dunk that position because she really does deserve it.

The next day we were celebrating a job well done on asking hard hitting thought provoking questions that the Mayor answered with passing flying colors. Now all he has to do is stick to his word. I noticed our second best reporter, Brandon, was smiling down at his phone.

“What girl has you smiling at your phone like a doofus?” I asked startling him.

“Someone I met at the fundraiser last night. We’re meeting for drinks later on tonight. Oh, I think Alanna was looking for you earlier.” Brandon pocketed his phone before I could catch a name.

“Thanks and you really did a great job yesterday.” I patted him on the shoulder.

Looking around for Lanna, I spotted her with a short dark skinned woman with short hair and pixie like features.

“Heard you were looking for a good time, well here I am.” I spread my arms wide.

“Finn.” she hit my arm, “It feels like I haven’t seen you in weeks. What kind of a best friend are you?”

“Ow. Who is this lovely little lady?” I grabbed her hand and was reminded of Zoe.

“If you were around more, you’d know this is Stephanie, my girlfriend.” Alanna said with attitude.

“You sure you want to slum it with this one? I’m much nicer than she is.” I say pointing at Lanna. She hit me.

“See, I’m nicer.” I smiled down at Stephanie.

“Nice to meet you Finn.” she shook my hand with a shy smile.

“I was looking for you because I’m having an official welcome party for Zoe at my place this weekend.

“Sure, I haven’t seen Zoe since the family reunion. It will be nice to see her again.”

“Mmmhmm, I bet.” Lanna smacked her lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked a little too defensive.

“Oh nothing. Just last I remembered, there was a Zoe shaped handprint on your neck when we left Virginia.”

“Oooo” Stephanie instigated.

I shot her a glare, “Ok that was not even a handprint, it was a rash from using those cheap towels.” very plausible, glad I thought of it.

“Whatever you say dude.” Lanna brushed me off.

“Whatever, I’ll be there.” I said a quick goodbye to them both then zoomed off home.

How dare she insinuate that me and her baby sister had mind blowing, earth shattering, toe curling sex. She’s right, but she doesn’t know that. Unless Zoe told her. That loose lipped hussy. I have something for those lips of hers.

I keep thinking about all the positions that we could have done that night. Who needs sleep? Really. I could have powered through the exhaustion. Goodness it was like fucking the tightest, wettest warmest fist attached to a rocking body. The way her face contorted when she was on the verge of coming was screensaver worthy. Maybe I should get that captured? No, no I do not want someone seeing her on my phone. That face is reserved solely for me.

Finn, get your shit together. You’re not even ready for a serious relationship. I’m at the top of my game right now and a relationship would just be a distraction. It might be time to revisit the friends with benefits idea I had.

Pulling out my computer, I tried to ignore the raging hard on that I conjured up with thoughts of Zoe. If I ignore it, it’ll go away. Nope can’t ignore it and I refuse to masturbate for the childish reason that I should not be masturbating when there is a beautiful woman twenty odd minutes away who rocked my world a few months ago.

I pulled out my phone and waited while it rang, finally an answer, “Yo.”

“Jesse, I’m coming over.” I ended the call.

I grabbed an overnight bag and headed out. Ten minutes later I’m ringing the doorbell. Jesse opened the door looking haggard.

“What’s wrong.” he gave me a deadpan look.

“Why does something have to be wrong for me to visit my friend?” I sidestepped him, going through the door.

“You have your overnight bag. You only bring your overnight bag when you’re going through some shit so lay it on me before I izmir escort kick you out and go to bed.” he grabbed some beers from the fridge.

“Remember when I went with Alanna to her family reunion?”

“Yeah.”

“Well me and her-“

“Fucked? You fucked Lanna!” he cut me off.

“What? No, man get it together.”

“Ok sorry, finish your story.”

“Well me and her sister kinda…” I gestured, trying to find the right words.

He grabbed a shirt full of beers, “We need more ammo for this.”

He gathered the beers, I gathered some snacks, then we settled on the couch.

“I thought you were about to tell me you fucked Lanna.” he laughed taking a sip.

“I honestly don’t see how that will work out.” I said around a mouthful of popcorn.

“It sucks that she likes women. Woo! What I wouldn’t give to take that body for a spin.”

“Are you done?” I gave him a flat face. The guys are always saying their shoulda coulda wouldas when it comes to Alanna, like she’d give them the time of day even if she was straight.

“Yeah. Back to your thing. So instead of fucking the one that you want, you fucked her twin?”

“What? No. They look nothing alike. And I sure as hell don’t want to fuck someone I consider family.” he gave me the ‘I don’t believe it’ face. “Seriously they are complete opposites. But we did have a good time and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Damn I’ve got to see the woman who has you whipped.”

“I am not whipped but I can admit great sex when I see it. Or feel it. Anyways, do you think I should inquire if she wants to be casual?”

“Absolutely, positively…not.”

“Why not?” I wanted to stomp my foot.

“Look man, you seem like you actually like her and if she shows interest back, you’re gonna chicken out. And I say this with the utmost of love for you. We don’t want another Veronica situation.”

“What does Veronica have to do with this?” that came all the way out of left field.

“When you were “casual” with Veronica, you both developed feelings for each other but you ghosted her the moment she showed too many emotions. You guys had real potential. But then when she leaves your ass and the second she gets engaged, you throw a hissy fit and come stay at my house for three weeks straight. You can’t keep throwing women away like they don’t mean anything, you’ll end up alone that way.”

“I didn’t ask for a therapy session.” I sneered, opening another bottle.

“Well that’s what you got. Look, if you talk to her about it and she says yes, then I say go for it. But you need to watch yourself because you already like her too much. So much so that you came over here so you won’t handle yourself tonight, because you would if you were alone at your house. And I don’t want to see you like that again, that whole Veronica thing did a number on you.” Jesse looked at me with a stern frown.

“Ok, then, what do I do because there’s a party for her tomorrow and I’m going.”

“Introduce her to me, shit I’m the one ready to settle down.” he clicked his glass with mine.

My knee-jerk reaction was to yell no, but that would startle him too much so I just said, “She’s not your type.”

“Hows that song go? I ain’t got not type. Bad bitches, is the only thing that I like.” he laughed, slapping his knee.

“Real funny.”

He wiped away a fake tear, “I kill me. If you’re feeling a certain vibe from her, run it by her. Because you’re gonna do it regardless of what I say. Just be careful.”

“You act like I’m skydiving without a parachute.”

“Technically you are, metaphorically.” he shrugged.

Settling into silence, I thought about everything he said. I don’t think it’s that deep, but I will try to heed his warning.

“All right Finn, I got an early morning and it’s already after eleven. You know where the sheets and stuff are.”

He walked away mumbling something about asshole better buy him lunch. I better not be the asshole in this equation. I made up the guest room then got under the covers. There was no possible way I was going to touch myself with him next door. I make way too much noise for it to ever be a secret. Drifting off to sleep, I prayed she wouldn’t invade my dreams.

Zoe didn’t invade my dreams but Veronica did. We were at some park talking when my jaw started to hurt. The next thing I knew, my teeth started falling out. First it was one, then it was the entire back row of my teeth. They started to crumble into tiny pieces in my hand. I woke feeling my mouth making sure my teeth were still in tact. They were all there thank goodness.

The clock read eight forty five. Jesse was already gone and I needed to get to work. I also needed to figure out what exactly I was going to say to Zoe once I see her again. For some reason, I was nervous. Those jitters you get when you go on your first date.

I don’t even know why I’m tripping the way I am. It’s not like I haven’t done this before. On auto pilot, I made it to work. Work always antalya escort gave me the respite I needed from my thoughts and now that I’m here, I transform into my work persona.

Reporters on air? Check. Cameras on? Check. Mics working, clarity of video, boots on the ground? Check, check, check. Everything was running smoothly as always until I found Brandon in the bathroom having a full on panic attack.

His tie was thrown on the ground, his face looked a little pallid, which was alarming seeing that he’s a black man. He was fanning himself and sweating profusely. I’ve seen this before, nasty things that they are. I guide him to the toilet and shove his head between his legs, instructing him on how to breathe. After a few minutes, he’s calm enough to form words.

“Thanks Finn. I don’t know what happened there. I was just listening in on what Rachel was saying over the ear piece and…”

We all heard. Our correspondent and her crew were getting shot at by police. Thankfully it was just rubber bullets but at the time, we didn’t know they were rubber.

“It’s ok man, you just had a panic attack.”

“What? I don’t have no damn anxiety.” he looked affronted.

“Trust me it’s ok, this happens all the time.” I said trying to calm him.

“No, you don’t understand. The new cameraman with Rachel is my cousin. He’s out there and black and I did everything in my power to find him a better life than living to go to prison or dead. He’s all I got, I can’t.” he broke off, hyperventilating again.

“Head down. Now breathe. Slowly inhale in the nose, exhale out the mouth with a big breath.” he followed my instructions again.

He sat up, shook himself out, dipped to get his tie then walked to the sink to splash his face. He looked at me in the mirror. I could see embarrassment line his face.

“Finn, this is out of my character. I hope this doesn’t put in to question my fitness for doing the job because I can do this. I’ve worked so hard to get here. I’m capable of doing my job.” he did look more refreshed now.

I patted him on the shoulder, “You’re good man, we chose you for that exact reason. Now get on air before I change my mind.”

I placed the earpiece back in my ear after I left the bathroom to hear our correspondent ensure us that the crew was fine and that they got everything live on camera. I could work with that. Our job is to give an unimpeded, unbiased view of the realities of the world and right now, people needed to see what our “protectors” are doing to the citizens unprovoked.

The chaos was cleared up and we panned to the correspondent in a different part of the city. He, thankfully, didn’t come face to face with violence. I checked on Brandon and he was doing a fabulous job giving a neutral face to the camera. You have to have nerves of steel to do what he does and not show emotion despite how you feel on the matter at hand. I’m a proud papa bear.

After hours pass by I called it a day and left my notes for the second director to pick up, I head home to get ready for this party. The nerves flood my veins again as I throw on a simple pair of jeans and a crisp white shirt. I check my breath then walk through a cloud of my favorite cologne, heading out the door.

I pull up, meeting Jesse outside and recognize some of the cars out in the yard. A lot of these folks, I work with. I guess Lanna was trying to show Zoe that she now has instant friends on tap because they are also Lanna’s friends. A little part of me is giddy to see her.

I walk in searching for Lanna amongst the sea of people. I see her with Stephanie perched on her lap. She really does look happy. And now that I’ve met her mother in person, she would be absolutely pissed to know her golden child is a lesbian. Personally, I feel like if you can’t accept the possibility that your child will come out different from you in any way, be it their sexual orientation, their newfound religious beliefs or their mental disability, then you should not become a parent. Too many people out there having babies to end up throwing them out the house for not becoming what the parents expect of them. It’s a damned shame really.

We made it to Lanna, dapping her up and hugging Stephanie. We both joined the conversation about current events but still had my eye out for Zoe. That’s when I spotted her curly head thrown back with laughter. I smiled seeing her smile. My smile quickly turned into a frown when I saw Brandon wrap an arm around her, pulling her in for a kiss.

Blinking rapidly, I couldn’t believe what I just saw. How long has it been since the- Ohhh, she was the girl from the fundraiser. But that was only a couple of days ago, how on earth are they already on kissing-as-a-greeting terms?

She looked at him with that look that I know so well. There is no fucking way they had sex already. No way. He already looked at her like he adored her. The way he was holding her close to his body was making me curl my lip in disgust.

“What’s with the face?” Jesse kayseri escort said leaning over to me.

“Nothing, I just remembered something.”

“So where’s your girl?” he really needs to learn to read the room.

“Over there.” I pointed to where her and Brandon were, now alone in the corner talking to each other.

“Oh damn.”

Oh damn is right.

I break from the circle and walk over to Zoe.

“Finn do you think this is a good idea.” Jesse walked behind me.

“I’m just going to say hi and introduce you two. You did say you wanted to meet her.” I guess I am a good liar.

“Please don’t insult my intelligence with that lie.” ok I guess I’m not a good liar.

“Fuck off.” I toss over my shoulder.

He stays trailing me. Brandon turns to us with a big smile nodding his head at me, “What up boss man.”

“Nothing much, just came to welcome Zoe to our city.” I looked in her eyes the entire time. And was that a flash of desire I saw, or am I projecting?

“Oh yeah, she told me she knew you. I forgot all about that. How’re you enjoying the food?” honestly, who does he think he is?

“The food is great, I love the scallops. You must be the famous Zoe. I’m Jesse, this one’s best friend. It’s nice to meet another beautiful woman.” Jesse pulled her hand to his lips and she blushed.

Brandon eyed him before answering, “I basically forced Lanna to use a friend of mine’s catering company.”

“You didn’t need to force her, the food is delicious.” Zoe turned to him giving him all her attention.

“Yeah the food is good. Zoe can I talk to you, alone?” I asked reaching out for her hand.

“Uh sure. I’ll be right back Brandon.” she called behind her as I pulled her around a corner and out the back door.

“Hi.” I looked down at her face with light makeup making her eyes look wider.

“Hi.” she tucked a curl behind her ear.

“I’m sorry it has taken me so long to see you. I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s no big deal. You have nothing to be sorry for.” a reassuring hand was on the exposed flesh of my arm.

“No, I should have been one of the first faces to greet you when you got here. I would like for us to be friends and I wasn’t being a good friend to you.”

“Apology accepted.” she pulled me into an embrace that molded our bodies together.

I could feel the stirrings of arousal as my arms held her close. “Here give me your number and we’ll hang out sometime.” I pulled out my phone handing it to her.

“Ok, there.” returning my phone, she shyly smiled up at me.

“So…you and Brandon.” subtle. Real subtle.

“Oh, yeah we met at one of our fundraisers. He was just so cute falling all over himself trying to talk to me, then we bonded over expensive terrible wine.” I hated the way her face lit up.

“So you guys are dating?”

“No, we’re just friends, well a little bit more than friends but definitely falling short of an exclusive relationship.” that was good and bad to hear.

“That didn’t look like a friendly kiss to me.”

Her head snapped back, then she gave me a face of recognition, “That was an accident.”

“How do you accidentally kiss someone?”

“He said something to me that I didn’t hear so I turned my head but by the time I turned my head, he was going in for a kiss on my cheek. I turned into his lips on accident. I don’t even know why I’m explaining this to you.”

I gave her a suspicious look not believing her. She sighed and shook her head. Her mouth opened then closed like she was about to say something but changed her mind.

She took it upon herself to suck her bottom lip into her mouth as her coffee eyes sparkled at me. Not able to control my actions, I placed one hand behind her neck and the other on her hip, tugging her to my waiting mouth.

The kiss started tentatively but evolved rapidly into our tongues battling and teeth clashing.

“Wait, no. We can’t do this. Brandon is in there.” she pulled away from me, her hands stuck on my chest.

I looked down at her hands clutching my shirt, “It sure seems like you want to do this.” I leaned in to steal another peck on her soft full lips.

“Finn, please.” her eyes beseeched me.

“You just said that you guys don’t have an exclusive relationship. So what is it?” anger skewered me.

“I did say that but, he is right in the house and I think it would be disrespectful to him. So I’m just gonna go.” she turned to leave.

I stood there watching her slide through the door. That kiss was life giving. I thought Alanna’s body formed perfectly to mine but Zoe fit like a missing puzzle piece. Me resting my chin on top of her head while her arms lounged at the small of my back. The way she was curled against me for a brief second before I left her in the bed at the family reunion.

“You good?” Jesse asked behind me.

I turned and plastered on a fake smile, “All is good in the neighborhood.”

“What happened?” he hands me an unopened beer.

“Her and Brandon are a thing but not really. We kissed and it felt right but she pulled away.”

“What?”

“I know, it doesn’t make any sense. How are you guys just friends but you kiss each other? Well she did say they kissed on accident.”

“Wait, wait back up. You kissed her? While ol’ dude is standing right in there? You have more control than that Finn.”

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I grinned at Shane as he poured me another drink. My feet were in Meg’s lap, her hands absently moving over my legs. Shane’s fingers touched mine when he gave me the drink, and his smile widened when he saw the slight fluttering of my eyelids that I couldn’t quite hide.

This sexual tension had been building for an hour and a half, ever since I’d come over for ‘a few drinks.’ It had started with subtle flirting and moved onto this long drawn out anticipation. I’d discussed the threesome idea with Meg before, and each of us knew it was going to happen. Meg and I were shivering every time we touched each other, or he touched us, and had slowly moved into that submissive headspace where we hung on his every movement and word, anticipated his needs.. When he wanted a fresh drink, we would both jump up to get it for him.

After what felt like forever, Shane stood, and came around to the back of my chair. He leaned down so that his mouth was against my ear and murmured “You and my wife are going to go into the bedroom now. When I come in, you’re both going to be naked, and sitting on the bed. Go.”

We walked up the hallway, holding hands, stopping once when she pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard, her hands roaming my body, my fingers denizli escort tangled in the incredible mass of her black hair, pulling her mouth against mine. Our thighs were rubbing against each others when we heard Shane laughing from the other end of the hallway: “I can’t trust you two for a second. Bedroom. Now. Go.”

We went. When we were in the bedroom, the lamp dim in the corner, we undressed each other almost chastely… almost. Her fingers brushed my nipple, the palm of my hand cupped her ass for a moment… but we behaved rather well. We sat on the bed with our hands touching… waiting.

When he came in, it was as though the room had filled with a static charge. It wasn’t so much him, as what he signified. We both straightened and he smiled. He sat in the armchair in the corner and spoke quietly.

“Lisa, kiss my wife.”

I did. My mouth was feeding from hers and she was kissing me back so hard I could barely breathe. His quiet orders were heard and acted on without breaking the kiss, without once losing that focus on each other.

“Lisa, finger her cunt.” “Meg, fuck yourself with her hand.” “Bite her nipples, Lise.” “Both of you, pinch you own nipples hard.”

One after diyarbakır escort another, these carefully chosen commands, designed to increase our arousal and make us crazy. We were panting, aching, so fucking turned on when we heard “Stop.”

We broke apart, looking at each other. He stood up and came to the edge of the bed. He put his hands on our faces, cupping our cheeks. His soft voice and warm smile completely belied his words. “I want to see you damned near kill each other. Whichever of you two nasty bitches makes the other come first gets my cock in her throat and her cunt eaten by the other whore.”

The next hour was a blur of kissing and biting, scratching, fighting, pain and pleasure. We fought to get the other pinned and held, so gone in lust she couldn’t fight anymore. At one point I almost won it; I had her on her knees, her head pulled back hard by her hair, kneeling on her calves and reaching around her to finger her cunt and rub her clit… her hips were bucking hard before she threw herself back, pinning my under her, and turning onto her stomach beside me.. Pinning my throat with her arm as her teeth ravaged my nipples. Her thigh was sprawled across both of mine and her long antalya escort perfect fingers were making me writhe in pleasure, even as I clawed at her back and arms. When I came, it was fucking explosive… trying to hold off for so long will do that.

The moment my spasms and writhing subsided, he was there… pulling her off me by her hair, making her kneel on the bed. He had his cock in her throat in three seconds, holding her face against him, thrusting into her mouth as he looked at me, his eyes dark and hot.

“You know what your fucking job is, you nasty little animal… eat her cunt like your life depends on it.”

I was on my back with my hands on her ass before he’d finished speaking, lifting my head so that my mouth was tight and hot against her cunt. Lapping at her clit, sucking on it, before tongue fucking her as deeply as I could, the taste of her strong and musky… her juices on my face and in my mouth, giving her as much pleasure as I knew how… I could hear her moaning around his cock as she ground her cunt onto my mouth.

She came before he did… He held her there as she exploded in pleasure until he came into her mouth, then pulled out and told me to lick him clean.

I spent the night there… we slept in the same bed. At one point, I woke with him inside me… at another, I was woken by her kissing me as he fucked her. Sometime before morning, he fucked me from behind while grinding my face into her cunt.

And that was it. One time, one night, three people and countless orgasms… as far as first threesomes go, it wasn’t bad at all.

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Jenny has always fantasized about what it would be like to have a big hot black cock deep inside her. Last summer Jenny went to a swimming party, a friend had invited her. It was all girls day, a birthday event, complete with drinks and no guys.

Jenny was sporting her new micro G-string bikini which most of the girls had similar ones too. It was pretty little when she wore, but she knew that she could make it home. Jenny decided to just slip her T-shirt on over her bikini and head out.

Jenny decided to take a short cut down a dirt road, which would save a few miles, and before long she heard a sound. She must to have picked-up a nail in her tire, it was flat and she was alone.

Jenny eased over as close as she could to the side of the road. Jenny wasn`t completely off the road, and the ditch back dropped way off, but it was the best she could do. She got out to begin what she had seen her husband do many times, so she knew that she could change out her own tire and be on her way. All alone on that dirt road, she said to herself what the heck. Jenny took off her tee shirt, it had been a gift at the party and she didn`t want to get it dirty the very first time that she wore it.

Jenny began and she had the jack out ready to put it under the truck when a car came around the corner. It passed by, then stopped, and out stepped an older black man. She could tell that he was hesitant about coming closer, but Jenny told him that her tire was flat, yalova escort and she was trying to get home from a pool party. After a few words he kindly knelled down to see what she was trying to do and he took over with the jack.

Jenny was thanking him for stopping as he worked away, but she was noticing that he would look over at her then turn away quickly. Jenny also noticed that he had a swelling in his pants the size of Georgia. Was it the alcohol in her or her secret desire, whatever the deal she was thinking?

He jacked up the truck a little, and slowly began to take the lug nuts off. The last nut was kind of a hard, and as he struggled with it the truck shook and the jack slipped. Jenny reached out to hold the jack, and at the same moment he saw what was happening, so he quickly reached over to steady it.

That put her a little in front of him and as he reached for the jack his hand caught the edge of her bikini top and her left breast fell out. Even in the mist of what was a problem, she found herself turned on that he had touched her, and then he could see her breast.

Jenny saw that he just stared at it, but because she didn`t say anything, he didn`t respond either. All she could do was hold on to the jack as he made it right and kept working. Once all was ok, she was going to stand up, fix her top and try to laugh it off somehow.

As she stood up and stepped backward her edirne escort foot went down in kind of a washed out spot. Jenny tried to stay on her feet, but she soon knew that she was flat on her back, sliding head first down the step dirt ditch bank.

Her black friend and breast remover hurled around to help. On her way down hill by nature her bikini bottom was sliding right off her rear end. As fate would have it he reaches, grabbed her ankle with his left hand, and forward he reaches higher with his right hand.

In the swiftness of timing, his hand slides under the tied part of her G-string, and her downward journey made it come untied. Finally his brute strength had her stopped, stable, and she was able to crawl back up the hill to safety.

Jenny sat there for a moment to catch her breath, and then she realized that her bikini bottom was completely off her, it was half way down the slope, and now he was viewing her private parts between her legs. There was a look in his eye that she did not understand, was it she or was it him, or was anything like this suppose to happen.

He made his way back to finishing up her tire change. She made the decision to just leave off her bottom it was dirty now anyway. Jenny noticed her top had a grease marked on it also, so she took it on off so she wouldn`t smear it. Why not, that guy had already seemed her, and to top it off she was horny as hell then. There erzurum escort was no change in the size of his cock, she knew what she saw, and she wanted so much to pull it out of his pants.

The tire was on now, she was ready to roll he said. Jenny told him that she didn`t know how to thank him for all of his help. Then she saw that look again. The only words that she could think of to say was, are you sure that I can`t pay you somehow. What a lame thing to say, no it was really what she meant to say. She was sure that she was the first white women he had ever seen, naked, so that was awkward for both of them. Her horny state, along with the liquor, had her unzipping his pants, and her mouth fully engaged in pleasure.

Jenny glanced up at him, what a look of satisfaction he had, did he want more, and could she handle that monster cock deep inside her. She sucked for sometime tasting a bit of sweet juice, and then she said that would you do me a favour.

Nothing else was said. Jenny stretched out on her front side over the tail gate of her truck; he gently stocked his cock over her pussy and ass. Don`t tease me Jenny said, at which time he probed that shaft deep inside her pussy.

She had never had a man this big before and one that felt so good. Right before his cum reached its exit; he pulled out, teasing her ass. Jenny made many sounds of excitement then he rapped her ass.

The first few pushes hurt, but the pain gave way to a filling of total fulfillment. His hot load of cum warmed her body. That guy had awakened her sexual side, was it his size, was it his colour, and was it the eventful afternoon naked with a total stranger from nowhere. It did not matter to Jenny, she wanted something that day, and the opportunity came. She was glad it did.

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He knew how to fix it – the urge that is. It would be simple and probably only take three minutes or so. He could probably do it anywhere, the bathroom, the car, maybe even at his desk. He’d taken care of the urge many times in all of those places and more. But there was a new feeling this time that kept him from it.

He liked this new feeling. It drove him crazy, but he liked it. It started several months before when he had clicked on a fairly innocent erotic picture that popped up to an adult website. Almost instantly a streaming video clip of two beautiful girls in lingerie fucking with a strapon dildo filled the screen. He had watched for a moment, then closed the screen and instantly another popup with another video appeared – this time a Mistress with a strapon and a pretty girl on her knees sucking on the cock.

Again after watching a moment he closed the window only to have another popup appear; another strapon video, a man and a woman this time. Uncertain how to end the string of popup videos he powered the computer down. But it was too late, the erotic images were burned into his mind and he knew that the next several days he would be entrenched in the world of porn until he found relief.

He didn’t take drugs and only drank socially, but he knew this was an addiction, both physical and psychological. Like a drug, over time the sex addition became stronger and more powerful. The simple erotic images of beautiful woman in lingerie had soon been replaced by kinky and explicit video clips.

He loved his wife and he loved the sex with her though their sex life was vanilla. And while the climax was always physically satisfying, he seemed to constantly feel a need for something more. He’d tried to introduce toys into their sex life, but his wife was repulsed by them. In time, his kink obsession got the better of him and he began to secretly acquire and play with toys by himself.

He loved the erotic images of woman in lingerie and began to fantasize about the sexy silky look. He would occasionally take one of his wife’s panties to wear under his male clothes while at work. The act was extremely arousing and he quite often found himself masturbating into the silky underwear. He’d read an interesting and erotic article about the male “G” spot and a recommendation for the Nexus prostate massager used in combination with a CB3000 chastity device and he eventually added them to his secret collection.

The strapon videos that he had previously stumbled upon now seemed to haunt him. The Nexus toy, chastity device and various articles of sexy lingerie had became a regular part of his secret kinky play, but the addiction for more was coursing through him and he found himself browsing the BDSM section of a service provider website. It was as if this new feeling inside of him, the urge, had taken control of his body and he became intrigued by the desire for that control to be given to a dominate female with a strapon.

He initially contacted Mistress via email and inquired about a session that might include strapon play. He nervously described his secret kinky life and the strapon fantasy to her when they spoke on the phone. She agreed to see him, but made no promises of how the session might go. And in fact Mistress made it clear that when he entered her domain this became her time. She instructed him to arrive casually dressed in his male clothes wearing the CB3000 and to bring a satchel with the Nexus massager, some favorite lingerie, a wig and any other accessories he thought necessary.

As he now stood at her door, the urge raging through him, the fantasy began playing in his mind. Time seemed to slow as he lifted his hand and rang the bell. The door opened and he immediately recognized Mistress from the pictures he’d seen of her online. She was stunning, dressed in a leather corset and thigh high boots, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders. He awkwardly bowed his head, more out of nervousness than some element of obedience, but his eyes stopped at her mid section and the large flesh like strapon dildo protruding from her. Everything seemed surreal and he barely recognized her words to “enter and strip.”

Candles illuminated the entryway but each pathway leading out was shadowed in darkness. He set down the satchel and immediately began to disrobe. The room was comfortably warm, but he still shivered as he stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt exposing the lace crotchless panties that he took the liberty to wear. No words were spoken as he paused for the moment before he finally slipped the panties down his thighs and to his ankles exposing the chastity device encasing his cock. Mistress reached down and caressed his balls gently then lifted the device slightly before letting go causing his cock to fall back to the restricted position. mardin escort “Kneel and worship my cock,” Mistress sternly commanded.

He dropped to his knees and with his right hand he grasped the base of the cock and slowly pushed his tongue through his pursed lips and across the bottom side of the shaft. He opened his mouth wider and took the head part way in. As he began to accept the cock into his mouth Mistress bumped her hips forward a little causing a slight gag reaction. “I distinctly recall telling you to wear male clothes and you show up in my presence wearing a slutty crotchless panty.” She reached behind his head with both hands and pulled him closer while pushing her hips into him forcing the cock deep into his throat.

After a moment, she released his head pulled her hips and cock back, and then moving behind him she reached in front of his face and draped a pink leather collar across the front of his neck and fastened the buckle in the back. He felt a tug as she pulled on the leash attached to the collar. “Pick up your panties and the bag and follow me,” she commanded.

As they walked down the darkened hallway, the sound of Mistresses boots echoed. With each step of his own, the lock securing the chastity device would clack against the plastic housing encasing his cock. The sounds caused a surge of arousal through his body and he could sense the pressure in his cock as it tried to form an erection but was restricted by the device he wore.

Mistress opened a door and they entered a room with mirrored closets, a vanity, and a small collection of floggers, crops, and paddles hanging on the wall. Mistress selected a leather crop and flicked it in the air. “Remove the items from the satchel and place them on the vanity,” she said. Standing naked in front of the mirrored vanity with the leash hanging from the collar on his neck he opened the bag and removed the crotchless panties and a curly strawberry blonde wig. As he placed them on the vanity he felt the pad of the crop caress against his balls and then suddenly the sting from a pair of swift swats on his butt.

He felt the pad touch between his shoulders then slide down his back between his butt cheeks and back on his balls. He removed a fishnet bodystocking and was jolted with another swat on his butt. Next he removed a small container of lube and the Nexus prostate massager and as he placed them on the table Mistress applied a quick swat to each butt cheek. He reached to the bottom of the bag and removed the last item, the keys to the lock on the chastity device. As he moved to place the keys on the table Mistress struck him one more time and stated, “Put the keys back in the bag and place it on the vanity table, you won’t need them anymore.”

Mistress moved to his side placed the crop pad on his lips, picked up the panties, and glanced at the items on the vanity table. “Lube the toy and put it in your ass,” she said as she slid the pad down his chest and across the chastity device. He picked up the toy and began to apply a generous amount of lube. With the Nexus toy fully coated he spread his legs slightly and reached behind placing the knob of the toy at his ass. His cock again pushed to form an erection and even lifted a little through the restriction of the chastity device as he pushed on the toy.

Slowly he forced the toy into his ass until it was a little over half way in. As the narrow part passed his sphincter, the muscle seemed to pull on the toy and it easily slid completely in. He could feel the pressure of the toy against his prostate and it created the familiar feeling as if he had to urinate. He flexed his pelvic muscles which caused a pleasurable sensation as the toy pushed harder against the gland.

“Put on the fishnet,” said Mistress. He lifted the bodystocking and allowed it to unfold in front of him. Awkwardly he held the suit, located the opening at the top, and balancing himself slipped each leg into the stocking and pulled it up to his knees. Carefully so as to not rip the fabric he pulled the stocking up over the chastity device onto his stomach and adjusted the garment. He slipped each arm into the sleeves of the stocking and adjusted the garment so that it rested evenly on his shoulders.

Looking in the mirror, the stocking created the sexy illusion of a large frame womanly figure which contrasted with his short hair and obvious male face. “Now the wig,” said Mistress. He placed the wig on his head and the long hair draped over and in front of his shoulders. The shape of the wig and hair slightly obscured his face and now enhanced the womanly figure and femininity of the person in the mirror. “Sit,” Mistress commanded.

He sat on the chair located next to the vanity and Mistress moved in front of him, the strapon van escort cock inches from his face. Mistress reached over to the vanity and picked up a tube of bright red lipstick, then took hold of his chin and tilted his head back. She coated his lips with the makeup and when done grabbed hold of the leash and with a tug once again commanded, “leave the bag and follow me.”

They walked out of the room and back into the hallway. Mistress turned walked to the end and opened a door to a flight of stairs. They descended the stairs into a room full of ropes, chains, cuffs, paddles, floggers, a multitude of sex toys, and many types of furnishing used in bondage and discipline play. The scene was straight out of some of the videos he had watched and fantasized about. The sight of the room, the beauty of Mistress, the strapon cock, the stocking, wig, and toys that he wore made his heart race. The erotic fantasy that he so desired was about to become reality.

Mistress led him to a padded bench with leather straps on the sides and on each end. “Sit,” Mistress said in a soft and sensual voice. As he sat the nexus pushed deep into his ass and against his prostate creating the pleasurable feeling again. “I’m going to fuck your ass with this cock,” she said holding the strapon dildo in her hand. “And if you are good, you shall be rewarded.” Handing him a condom Mistress said “put this on the cock.” He tore open the condom package and rolled it onto the strapon that Mistress held near his face.

“I want you to lay down with your stomach on this bench,” said Mistress. She moved to the front and took hold of an arm and secured his wrist in one of the leather straps on the side of the bench. She moved to the other side and did the same then moved to the back and secured each ankle in a similar way. The position allowed him to comfortably rest his body on the bench and his knees on a padded section on each side of the bench while keeping his ass completely exposed.

She went to the wall and selected a mouth gag. Moving back to the front of the bench she crouched down slightly with her face in front of his. “Open your mouth,” she said. She first stuffed the crotchless panties into his mouth then put the ball gag in place. Lifting the curled hair she secured the gag snuggly in place. He could slightly detect the musty pre-cum that he had leaked into the panties from wearing them earlier.

Mistress moved back behind him and with her hands ripped a hole in the bodystocking exposing the Nexus massager in his ass. She took hold of the toy and pushed it up, down and deep into him then slowly pulled it back pausing with the widest part still in his ass. She pushed the toy back in then stroked it back out again so the widest part was still lodged inside of him. She finally withdrew the toy completely, set it aside, and took a position with her hips and the strapon cock behind his ass. The strapon was near 8″ in length and substantially wider than his toy. Slowly but deliberately she pushed the cock against his ass. He moaned as the wide head forced his sphincter open. She eased her hips forward filling his ass with the cock. Again he moaned and shifted his body forward as far as it could go trying to avoid the painful penetration.

Relentlessly, Mistress continued to push as he squirmed then swiftly pulled back and completely out. Again she positioned the cock head at his ass but this time it more easily entered his body. She began to gently rock her hips back and forth stroking just a part of the full length of the cock inside him. She slapped his butt cheek picking up the pace and began to increase the length of each stroke. The pain subsided and began to turn to pleasure as his ass and sphincter began to relax and accept the intrusion. He rocked his own hips back slightly as Mistress began to slow the pace. “You like this don’t you, you slutty little whore.” She said.

Mistress’s pace slowed considerably, but she was now moving nearly the entire length of the cock in and out of him. Pre-cum dripped from the chastity device as Mistress milked the fluid out of his prostate gland. After several minutes of fucking his ass Mistress abruptly pulled the cock out and without saying a word walked out of the room and up the stairs. He heard the door shut and as he lay there in near ecstasy, he wondered what was going on; pondering if perhaps Mistress might retrieve the key to take off the chastity device that he wore.

Several minutes passed and then he heard the door open along with the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. His hair covered his eyes and he struggled to see the boots and body of Mistress and what looked like the body of a naked person behind her. “Come forward,” she said obviously speaking to somebody else. A surge of embarrassment flowed ankara escort through his body as he realized somebody else may likely see him in this state of submission. The embarrassment was quickly replaced by a feeling of anxiety when he recognized that the new stranger in the room was a blindfolded male.

“Today you shall be rewarded,” said Mistress. Was she speaking to him or to the stranger that accompanied her? “It has been 30 days that I’ve held your key and today you shall be allowed to cum.” Mistress kneeled before the man and appeared to be taking hold of his cock. A quiet click was heard and then the voice from Mistress said. “There, you have been released from your chastity. The woman secured to the bench is named Brie and she is in oral training. You may use her mouth for your pleasure.”

Mistress moved to the front of the bench, looked into his eyes, smiled and said, “Brie, you will swallow his semen or you shall be punished.” With that, Mistress removed the ball gag and panties from Brie’s mouth. At once the stranger’s body was guided in front of the bench and Mistress placed his erect dick at Brie’s lips. The stranger forced his shaft into Brie’s mouth and moaned a quiet sigh of pleasure. Brie pulled his head back, but the stranger instinctively moved forward as Mistress simultaneously pushed on the back of Brie’s head. The strangers cock was forced deep into Brie’s throat and he gagged from the sensation. The stranger adjusted back a little and began a rhythmic stroke with his cock in Brie’s mouth; deep enough that the only sounds coming from Brie were muffled moans.

Mistress stood and moved back behind the bench positioning the strapon cock at Brie’s ass again. With a quick thrust Mistress shoved the strapon back into Brie’s ass and began a similar rhythm of strokes that the stranger was performing in Brie’s mouth. Brie felt a wave of panic at the sudden unexpected change of events. Here he lay secured to the bench with absolutely no escape possible and a male cock was fucking his mouth, his balls slapping on Brie’s chin, and the pleasurable feeling of Mistress’s strapon stroking his ass and prostate. Suddenly the stranger grabbed the back of Brie’s head and thrust his dick deep. He moaned loudly and a warm sensation began to fill Brie’s mouth as the stranger’s cock began to pump surges of semen. The stranger’s voice moaned in obvious ecstasy while his body gyrated several times squirting his seed. The stranger pulled back then pushed forward again with his hips stroking the entire length of his engorged cock in Brie’s mouth. The stranger’s movements began to slow but with each pulse of pleasure, he stroked his cock in and out of Brie’s mouth. His body shook and quivered, his breathing heavy, mixed with intermittent moans as he experienced the final sensations of his orgasm.

With the large cock still in his mouth and substantial seminal fluid, Brie had no choice but to swallow the salty cum. The stranger took hold of the base of his cock and squeezed down the shaft as he withdrew his now flaccid member from Brie’s mouth. A large dollop of cum formed as the stranger’s hand squeezed to the end of his cock. “Lick the last drop of cum off Brie,” said Mistress. Brie had nearly forgotten about the ass fucking he was receiving during the stranger’s orgasm. Mistress pushed hard into Brie’s ass causing his whole body to move forward and his lips to touch the dollop of cum. As Brie’s head shifted back a long strand of stringy cum connected him with the stranger’s cock head. Brie’s mouth opened and his tongue brushed across the end of the stranger’s dick cleaning the last droplet.

Mistress pulled the strapon from Brie’s ass and moved in front of the bench next to the stranger. “Your reward is complete,” she said seemingly speaking to both the stranger and Brie at the same time. Mistress reached up and removed the blindfold from the stranger and said, “return to your quarters.” The stranger looked down at Brie and his smile turned to perplexity as he looked at the husky body dressed in the stocking. As the stranger ascended the stairs, Brie could see the uncertain look on his face as he pondered the appearance of the person who had just pleasured him and received his cum.

Mistress removed the bindings securing Brie and said, “It is time for you to leave. Collect your belonging and go immediately.” With that Mistress handed Brie the Nexes massager and crotchless panties, tugged on the leash and began to climb the stairs. With Brie clumsily following behind, Mistress opened the door at the top of the stairs and tugged again as she briskly walked down the dark hall to the candlelit entryway. The front door was opened and Brie was barely able to pick up the clothing and shoes that were laying on the entryway floor as Mistress made a final tug on the leash guiding Brie out the door. The door shut and in a panicked voice Brie said, “the key, the bag.” The sound of the lock being engaged could be heard and a shiver went through Brie’s body as he stood there still wearing the collar and leash, the wig, the bodystocking, the chastity device, and a bittersweet taste in his mouth.

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I am telling the story of Chrissy, a total Slut but one that is more than happy to be a slut. This is a short tale of how Chrissy developed in to the slut she is today. There is a full tale of her current life to follow once it has been edited.

All Characters are entirely fictional and over 18. I will take liberties with what is possible both physically and by using locations which would normally involve being locked up but as I said this is a work of fiction so why stick to all of the rules.

There are undertones of incest but those involved are step brothers and step father so fair game, but if this topic will offend please move on.

I am a total amateur and write purely for fun, I know the majority enjoy these stories and I am re publishing after removing them so you may have seen these before, for those that just wish to complain that there are mistakes in spelling and grammar please move on as well, I realise that I am nowhere near perfect but don’t want to waste someone else’s time by getting them edited, so if you are expecting a professional level or even a good level you probably should read something else.

Chrissy the slut

Chapter one

Chrissy knew she was a slut, she had known since shortly after her 18th birthday. She stood naked in front of her full length mirror, she was 22 and tall for a woman she went 5’10” in bare feet, her heels when she wore them took her over 6ft. She had very firm and shapely C cup breasts with her nipples sat high on top they were a pale pink, long, fat and always hard, her stomach was flat, and her pussy was smooth. Chrissy had gone through laser treatments on several occasions to ensure her smoothness, parting her legs Chrissy reached down and pushed her hips forward, her pussy lips were very fleshy and hung down below her smooth skin, when stimulated they puffed up and looked even more prominent. Chrissy turned and examined her backside looking back over her shoulder, as with her tits her backside had no sag it was firm and very nicely shaped. Turning back once more to face the mirror Chrissy squatted down and with one hand parted her fleshy pussy lips, with the other she began to gently rub her clit, it didn’t take Chrissy long to make herself come, once she had finished She walked over towards her wardrobe.

It was a warm day so Chrissy picked out a skirt and a cropped top, she slid the extremely short skirt up her long legs, she had to wear the skirt low on her hips so that it covered her pussy, it was so narrow only 6″ from waist to hem that she was close to being exposed both above and below the narrow band of material. She then pulled on her cropped top, it was like her skirt very minimal, it hung below her breasts but only just, Chrissy knew that she could tug on the back a little and the front would raise enough to show the lower half of her breasts, it was several sizes too large so that when she lent forwards it hung away from her body and exposed her breasts.

Chrissy had thrown out all of her underwear quite a while ago and so never wore either bra or panties she did own a few bikinis and just like her other clothes they too were very minimal, she pulled on some heels before she brushed her long wavy and thick chestnut hair. Chrissy vary rarely wore makeup as it really wasn’t worth it She had perfect flawless skin, big brown eyes and looked perfect without even trying, she left her room and went to say goodbye to her parents.

Her mum and dad had got used to how Chrissy dressed; they had spent a long time in the past complaining with no effect and had long since given up. The more that they had complained the less she appeared to wear. Chrissy as she often did made sure her back was to her step father when she bent to kiss her mother good bye, she knew all of her outfits well enough that should her dad look over towards her he would now know she wore no panties. She didn’t even look back to see if he had noticed before she left the house and started the short walk towards the bus stop.

Chrissy’s parents lived in a small village on the South East coast of England. She had moved back home recently after splitting up with her last boyfriend, he couldn’t accept her somewhat different lifestyle and after a few weeks of him trying to control her she had left, now single again she planned on having some fun.

As soon as Chrissy had left her parents drive she reached back and with a gentle tug on her shirt raised the front, a large portion of the lower half of her breasts was now exposed, she then rolled over the top of her thin skirt. She looked down and smiled as she added another fold, she now showed off the very beginning of her slit above the skirt a few more millimetres and her clit would peep out.

As she walked past her neighbours house she saw Mr Baines mowing his front lawn, she knew Mr Baines watched her sunbathing from behind his curtains and she had on occasions given him a show in the garden, he was an old man mid-sixties and he had been alone gaziantep escort since his wife had died a few years ago, Chrissy lifted her hand high and waved feeling her shirt rise enough to expose one pink nipple as she did so.

Chrissy approached the old wooden bus shelter, there were two young lads already waiting for the bus they stood smoking to one side of the small hut like structure. They both watched Chrissy as she approached, as she got closer they both realised that they could see things they hadn’t expected to. Lots of skin was being displayed, her long legs topped by a micro mini skirt appeared even longer and as she walked her breasts bounced, the friction between her top and her nipples kept her nipples rigid and they very clearly showed through her thin top.

Chrissy had spent a lot of time practicing what she called her flashing moves and had them off perfectly. Sometimes she liked blatant and sometimes accidental as she had just done to her neighbour. She started with accidental, when she was within about twenty steps of the two guys she slung her handbag over her right shoulder, as she had practiced and all in one move she trapped her top under the strap baring her right breast completely. Chrissy didn’t need to look down to know her whole breast including her now rock hard pale pink nipple was pointing at the two guys, She ignored them completely as she walked past noticing their open mouthed stares out of the corner of her eye. Once she had passed them and they could no longer see her face Chrissy allowed herself a smile

Picking the seat that was directly opposite where they stood Chrissy sat down and lowered her bag into her lap. Feeling the cloth of her top slip down a little but catching on her long hard nipple, it didn’t descend all of the way. Chrissy pulled out her mirrored shades from her bag and slipped them on, she liked that she could watch what effect she was having without anyone knowing if she was looking at them, she looked slightly away from the two guys but made sure she could still watch them.

Chrissy placed her bag next to her and almost laughed at the look of disappointment when her top slipped off her nipple until it again covered her breast. Again using a practiced move Chrissy twisted slightly in search of her mobile phone deep inside her bag, as she twisted her knees parted. She knew she had their full attention now and was being far from subtle her knees were further apart than necessary but she also knew that her pussy was still wet from her earlier masturbation and as her legs parted she knew her pussy lips were also parted, she almost came as she felt a dribble of her own juices run down her slit.

Once the bus had arrived Chrissy stood up smiling as she watched both men adjusting themselves. After she had showed her pass to the bus driver she walked slowly towards the stairs to the top floor, she knew that she would be followed and wanted them close behind her before she climbed the steep stairs to the top deck. Once the two men were close behind her again she started the short climb, pushing her bottom out slightly as she climbed the stairs she knew her wet pussy would be on full display to the two men following behind her.

There were two banks of side facing seats on the empty top deck of the bus Chrissy picked one side and as she expected the two men sat directly opposite. Chrissy put her bag down next to her and slipped off her shades, looking directly at the two men she reached up and pulled her top off over her head. She knew the next stop on the edge of town was about fifteen minutes away so couldn’t take too long, her top now laid on her bag Chrissy stood up the two men speechless just stared. Her skirt was elasticated at the waist and dropped to the floor in a second, Chrissy turned and bent to collect it her pussy inches from the two flushed faces. Once she was sitting back down Chrissy pushed off her heels making herself completely naked she then parted her legs as wide as possible and as she had earlier at home she spread open her pussy before attacking her already swollen clit. She watched the two guys staring at her open pussy, both were rubbing themselves though their trousers now not caring that they were on a public bus.

Chrissy wanted to time this right so she left her clit alone and slipped three fingers into her wet hole, after a few more minutes she began to rub her clit again, as she neared her climax her hips raised off the seat, she squirted as she reached her orgasm. Chrissy smiled as she noticed a wet patch suddenly appear in one guys lap before she quickly dressed. Chrissy pressed the bell and went back down the stairs, at the next stop she left the bus and headed towards a nearby pub.

Chrissy knew she only had a fairly short time here as she wanted to be in a busy pub in the harbour by the time the football game started this afternoon, she didn’t care what the game was just that the pub she had in mind was usually packed with mostly konya escort men. She was also meeting up with her friend Emma on the way for a quick coffee, but Chrissy had a little time to play first, she liked the pub she was now walking into, but hadn’t been here for the duration of her last relationship but today her plan was everything in excess, partly to make up for lost time and partly to rid herself of the memories of her ex.

The pub was close to a lorry park where long distance drivers parked up while waiting for their channel crossings into Europe. It was often busy and often mostly if not all of the customers were men. She had an agreement with the landlord Dave so he knew what she got up to, Chrissy occasionally gave him a treat to ensure he continued to let her behave like she did in his pub.

Chrissy sat up at the bar on one of the high stools; Dave said hi and passed her a beer he didn’t need to ask what she wanted. Chrissy looked around the bar it wasn’t busy only 11 people all male, there were two playing pool. Chrissy picked up her drink and walked over placing a £1 coin on the side of the table, “play the winner” she said before putting her drink on a nearby table and going into the toilets. Once out of sight she added yet another turn over to her skirt and pulled it up a little, she still showed the very top of her pussy slit but now her pussy and the lower curves of her bottom were uncovered. With her skirt now a three inch band Chrissy felt a dribble of juice as she thought about how much she would be showing as she bent over the table.

Chrissy only had to wait a few minutes before the game finished, the winner was an older guy around fifty Chrissy thought, a bit overweight but she didn’t care, she made sure that she was facing the table where the loser was sitting as she squatted down to retrieve the balls so that she could put them up onto the table, he choked on his beer when he saw her bare smooth pussy. With her knees wide apart and her pussy dripping wet he could clearly see her pink interior as her pussy gapped open.

Chrissy flipped a coin and won, she elected to break. Leaning forwards over the table her skirt rose baring her from behind, she heard her opponent gasp as first her pussy and then her puckered arsehole came into view, at the same time her loose top fell away from her body. With a slight raise of her shoulders her top moved enough to expose her hanging breasts from the sides, a view most of the pub now had. As Chrissy grazed her nipples across the green cloth of the pool table she nearly came, the mixture of exposure and her sensitive nipples almost enough to send her over the edge. Chrissy broke potting nothing and stood to the side waiting for her next turn.

Her opponent sank two balls before missing a difficult shot. Chrissy didn’t play to win she played for a different reason, ignoring a fairly easy shot she went for a longer stretch she leant right over the table and stretched as much as possible, Chrissy had stood back from the table edge to make sure she needed to stretch fully. When she knew her rear end was completely exposed and pointed back towards the main bar and again her nipples were gently rubbing on the table top she paused to make sure everyone could appreciate the view before taking her shot.

She was surprised when she actually potted the ball. Chrissy stood back up again feeling her top drop back into place, she looked for the next shot. Chrissy noticed that all of the pubs occupants were now watching the pool game. All of them had moved closer, even Dave the landlord stood behind the bar as close to the pool table as possible, probably with his cock in hand thought Chrissy.

As she moved around the table Chrissy found a difficult shot but she knew that when she bent over the table her backside would be only inches from where her opponent sat sipping his pint, it would also show her tits to the bar side of the table. Chrissy stood as close as possible to where her opponent sat before slowly leaning forwards should feel the thin material of her skirt sliding up over her butt as she bent and she heard another gasp as her pussy emerged from below the hem. She was almost rubbing her pussy in his face as he sat trapped between her and his chair. As she felt a trickle of moisture run down her inner thigh she smiled he was so close he must have seen it. When her pussy was this wet Chrissy knew she opened up like a flower her pussy lips would be slightly swollen and her opening and its pink interior would be very visible.

Shuffling her stance a little pretending to line up the shot while moving her feet wider apart and even further back, she could feel hot breath on her soaking pussy, happy with what she was now showing behind her, a pussy wet and open right in her opponents face. Chrissy next managed to accidentally catch the butt of the pool cue inside her top as if by accident.

When she struck the white ball she simultaneously shoved her wet pussy back in kayseri escort to her opponents face feeling his rough face against her sensitive flesh, while with her cue she pulled her top forward until it was caught in her armpits both breast swung fee and bare for the whole bar to see. For the first time since she arrived she shuddered as she had a small orgasm. She stood carefully and as she hoped her top slipped down but snagged on her nipples which again she didn’t notice, Chrissy had practiced a lot and knew how to move smoothly so that she could keep her top were it was. With most of her breasts now bare her pink nipples throbbed from being so hard, Chrissy had everyone’s sole attention and only a few balls had been sunk.

Chrissy walked over to the bar after her shot, she hadn’t even hit another ball so her opponent had two shots. Her opponent looked quite bemused, as he stood Chrissy noted a fairly obvious bulge in his trousers that hadn’t been there before. Chrissy asked Dave if she was OK to continue playing, he knew his customers and after a quick glance around the pub he knew none were upset and all were waiting for Chrissy to take her next shot.

Dave noticed Chrissy had hardy touched her drink, he always watched because he knew she would often pretend to be drunk even though he knew she hadn’t been drinking. He had once asked her about it, and her reply was I get away with much more when people think I’m drunk.

Chrissy’s opponent potted two balls with one shot, he hadn’t been trying to, and his plan was to prolong this game as long as possible but his next shot he made sure he potted the white giving Chrissy two shots.

With permission to play from the landlord Chrissy went back over to her opponent. With a very convincing drunken slur she asked if he wanted to make the game more interesting. He wasn’t positive this game could possibly get any more interesting but said “sure what do you have in mind?”

Chrissy said “I bet with my next shot I can pot two balls like you did, if I do you buy me a drink”, she hadn’t even looked at the table and had hardly touched the drink she had, but wasn’t planning on even trying to pot anything.

“And if you miss?” Her opponent asked.

“I play the rest of the game naked” Chrissy replied while staying in her drunken mode.

He would have taken the bet anyway but could see that the white ball was tucked behind one of his balls. She would be very lucky to hit a ball of her own let alone pot two, “deal” he said, “and you have two shots by the way” he reminded her.

With the ball where it was Chrissy saw she could do nothing so tried to play sideways. With her tits hanging mostly out of her top and her skirt raised again, she heard men behind moving for a better view. She felt her pussy throb thinking about soon playing naked in a room full of men. She took her shot and hit nothing at all, Chrissy looked up and said “shame no drink for me”. “No clothes either” said her opponent laughing.

I don’t think he or anyone else that had heard the bet actually thought this beautiful woman would strip in a pub and play pool, it was something that may happen in a porno film not in real life.

Chrissy nodded and said “a bets a bet” she was standing directly in front of the man in the small gap between his chair and the pool table. As he was standing up now there was less space than when she had shoved her pussy in his face. Chrissy put her pool cue down and pulled her shirt up and over her head with her breasts now fully exposed her pussy become even wetter. Dropping her top onto a chair she pushed her skirt down past her hips until she felt it slide to the floor. Chrissy stepped out of her skirt and bending from the waist picked it up before placing her top and skirt with her shoulder bag, turning back towards the table she said “two shots for you I think.”

Chrissy had watched herself in the mirror often enough to know how good she looked naked, most of the men in the pub were middle aged lorry drivers and she knew her young firm body would be causing a few cocks to swell.

Chrissy reached up and gently rubbed one nipple then the other, they were rock hard and the sensation made her groan. Chrissy made sure she stood opposite her opponent as he lined up his next shot, her crotch was above the edge of the table so he had a great view as Chrissy dragged one finger up the length of her slit parting her fleshy lips and allowing just the tip of her finger to dip inside her soaking hole as she passed it by.

Chrissy had two shots again, she knew he was trying to keep her at the table and at the moment that suited them both. Chrissy knew she needed to go in about thirty minutes and she needed to cum first, she hadn’t made her mind up how yet but knew she would.

Chrissy adopted a stance that would be fine on a snooker table but was not really needed for pool. She stood on her left leg with her right knee up on the tables edge, as she leant forwards she felt her pussy open up, the men behind she knew could now see into her open pussy, her free tits swung below her as she took her shot. As the game progressed it became clear that neither Chrissy nor her opponent was going to pot anything, Chrissy because she lacked the skills and her opponent because the rest of the pub would have killed him had he ended the game.

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First Threesome

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My girlfriend, Bella, turned me on to the idea of having a threesome with another guy.

Admittedly, it didn’t take much arm twisting on Bella’s part. I’ve always been curious to know what it would be like to watch my lover with another guy and I even had a fantasy of playing with another guy myself.

So, we’re on our way home from a night on the town, waiting at a cab stand when along walks this guy we recognize from the gym. His name is Kyle. He’s one of the regulars.

Kyle sees us and pauses, places our faces and then says, “Hey don’t I know you from the…”

“The gym,” Bella finishes, her hand squeezing mine. We make small talk for few minutes as we wait for a cab. Then Bella turns and fixes her, ‘follow my lead’ look on me and asks Kyle if he would like to join us for a night cap back at our place.

I’m too buzzed to do anything but go along with Bella’s suggestion and before I know it, we are all chilling on our back deck. A couple drinks and a Bob Marley-sized joint later and we’re all feeling pretty loose.

“Hey Kyle,” Bella says. “How long did it take for you to get such big muscles?”

“I don’t work out as much as you might think,” he replies flatly.

“Yeah… right,” she presses.

“No shit… I probably work out no more than three times a week. I’ve always had a well developed body,” he insists.

Bella pauses, openly gawking. “You mean… you mean… you were BORN that way? No way!”

Kyle smiles and nods his head.

I can tell by the look on her face that Bella is about to up the ante.

“Will u take off your shirt so I can see?” she asks.

Kyle pauses, his eyes turn to meet mine as if seeking clearance to proceed.

But Bella quickly interjects, “Hey… Kyle. He wants you to take it off too; isn’t that right, baby?” she teases. “Just take it off and give us a look at what you have going on under there.”

“Hey baby,” she says to me. “Take your shirt off too. I want to compare your body to his.” It is clear the Bella is calling the shots tonight, so we both comply; stripping away our shirts.

It’s hard not to feel totally inadequate next to Kyle. His heavily muscled torso is deeply tanned and hairless. He has a great set of pectoral muscles, perfectly developed six-pack abs and appears to carry zero body fat.

I, on the other hand, have a very common body type – a little soft, but basically height/weight proportional. Next to Kyle though, I feel like a puny weakling. I flush with a sudden wave of shame. Even so, I cannot deny that I totally envy Kyle’s body and the effect it has on Bella who stares, eyes wide open and mouth agape.

She is speechless.

“You like what you see, baby?” Kyle asks, mersin escort though it comes across as more of a statement of fact: You DO like what you see.

Of course he needn’t ask. It is so clear that Bella is totally consumed with his hot, muscled body. Even I, despite my jealous envy, cannot help but admire his Adonis good looks and Atlas-like body.

It takes a moment for Bella’s lust/shock to subside enough to allow her to speak.

“Holy…..Christ…. You’re beautiful!”

Each word hits me like a dagger to the heart and I suddenly wish I could pull the plug on this entire affair, but I can tell by the look in Bella’s eyes: She’s gonna fuck this guy tonight whether I’m a part of it or not.

“MMMMMMmmmmm…” she sighs after ogling Kyle for a short eternity. “Boys, will you show me the rest?”

I had a feeling this was coming and this time Kyle does not hesitate; he opens the fly on his 501’s and hauls out an obscenely huge handful of meaty cock. It is easily twice the size of my own, average 6 incher.

“Oh my gawd…” Bella gasps taking a good look at Kyle’s giant package. “How big does it get when it… can it get hard?”

Kyle stifles a laugh and affirms, “Oh yeah… it gets hard all right. How big? You wanna find out?”

“YES!” Bella blurts. “I wanna see!”

So Kyle steps up to Bella and waves his dick in her face and says, “Well then, you know what to do.”

And, of course, Bella DOES know what to do. She is, among other things, an expert cocksucker; the girl has no gag reflex!

She casts her sexy eyes up to meet his, licks her lips and then goes to work.

I know from experience that Bella LOVES to suck cock and even as the sight of her gobbling Kyle’s monster meat stabs at me like wicked, thorny spikes of pitiful jealousy, I must also admit it’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Kyle has both hands twisted into bunches of Bella’s golden locks and draws her in so she is forced to accept more and more of his giant dick. Already she looks to be stuffed to the throat and still over half of his cock remains exposed between her lips and Kyle’s body.

The action in front of me is so fucking hot I cannot help but rub away at own stiffy.

Bella braces her hands on Kyle’s hips trying to keep him from stuffing his big dick all the way into her throat.

At first, it seems like he gets the message and he backs off until Bella relaxes. Then, without notice, he delivers a vicious thrust of the hips and brutal pull of her hair, driving his huge cock down Bella’s throat.

Bella, caught totally unprepared, doesn’t even offer resistance until it is way too late.

Even kocaeli escort from where I stand I can see the raised profile of his monstrous cock pushing up through her neck. Her panicked, muffled mewling fills the room as Kyle continues his pursuit, slipping more and more of his giant cock into Bella’s gullet until finally, her face is pressed tightly to his lower abdomen.

He’s all the way in!

Tears squeeze out from the corners of Bella’s eyes and her face flushes red. Kyle is choking her with his big cock. For all I know, the damn thing is going to kill her.

But Kyle is a pro. He knows the limitations of the human body and he expertly tools away at Bella’s throat: driving deep and then backing off just in time to keep her from passing into unconsciousness.

It goes on and on and by the time he finishes, Kyle has pumped an ocean of hot cum into her belly and all over my sweet Bella’s face. She looks like she’s been dipped in raw egg whites and her normally tight, taut tummy is swollen out, round like an over filled water balloon; her stomach is positively bloated to near bursting with his seed!

Still, despite having had his way with her for well over an hour, Kyle’s cock still rages stiff as steel and as big as ever. He is ready for more and intends to get it. But with Bella totally spent and barely conscious, Kyle fixes his attention on me.

My every instinct tells me to run like hell and, if not for the heaving, sobbing heap of whatever Kyle left remaining of Bella, I’d be long gone. My stomach churns with dread as I know I must stay.

“Okay boy, let’s see what YOU can do for me and my big cock,” he laughs, standing directly in front of me. His long cock sticks straight out like a hunk of gas pipe, extending all the way to within an inch or two of poking me in the gut.

I cannot help but stare at the beastly thing. It’s so fucking big; beyond porn star big. My mind spins to and fro, flitting through images of every porn star, cock-god I’ve ever seen on the screen.

Kyle ranks right up there among the biggest of the biggest in both length and girth!

His hands come up to rest on my shoulders and, applying steady, downward pressure, he easily forces me to me knees.

Now his giant cock bobs and throbs but an inch or two from the tip of my nose. He stares down into my eyes; his crooked, smug grin rains down on me while, from across the room, Bella’s soft gurgling sobs provide an eerie soundtrack to this X-rated, sordid affair from the Twilight Zone.

“Please Kyle,” I start, not sure where it will go. “Please… just go now. This has gone far enough already.”

He isn’t impressed.

I samsun escort plead and beg, on and on, bringing myself to tears as Kyle stares down at me with cold, piercing eyes.

He doesn’t have to participate in this nonsense. He knows he can have me at the time of his choosing, but he wants me to come to him on my own volition.

“Are you gonna cry too? Just like your girlfriend?” he taunts.

“Go ahead, bitch-boy, cry. Go ahead and cry for me. It only makes me hornier!” Then he grabs a handful of my hair and thrashes my head around and around, back and forth. “CRY BITCH! CRY!”

Of course, I am already crying and breaking into open sobs as he roughs me up and the more he makes me cry, the bigger his cock seems to get.

Then, taking his mighty cock in hand, he uses the heavy shaft to bludgeon me. His wet, sticky shaft slaps hard against my cheeks, smearing his and Bella’s saliva all over my face.

At first I try to dodge him, but Kyle quickly secures my head; pinning it back to the wall behind me, giving him free reign to abuse me with his big cock!

SLAPPPP! SMACK!

“You like that, boy?” he hisses.

SMACK! SLAPPPPPP!

“What’s that? I can’t hear you…,” he growls, aiming the monster directly at my trembling lips.

Just as I open up to respond, Kyle forces his big cock into my mouth. The knob alone fills my mouth to capacity, reducing my protests to a series of stifled, pathetic squeals while the girth of his massive shaft stretches my lips to the threshold of their structural integrity!

“Yeah…,” Kyle groans, probing my mouth and working the tip into the back of my throat. All the way in and then back out again.

Repeat.

Again and again; in and then out.

Back in; all the way in to the very back of my throat, setting off sparking showers of RED ALERT panic through my mind. He isn’t backing off this time!

Instead, he throws his hips toward my face and jams it into my throat sending me off into a series of spastic heaves and convulsions, my body’s final, futile attempt to reject his invading column of flesh.

Then finally, Kyle claims the tight opening of my throat; pries me open – inching deeper and deeper…

Its more than half way inside of me!

… and deeper and deeper until my face is pressed tightly into his hard, smooth abdomen and his long, fat cock skewers me to the very core! With his fat knob throbbing deep down in my gullet and my jaw stretched to damn nearly the breaking point, Kyle lets loose with a howling cry….

“OOOHHHHhhyeeeaaahh!”

My food tube’s rippling, heaving convulsions stroke his long shaft as he fucks away at my throat with long and brutal strokes.

All the way in… all the way out… over and over and over andoverandoverand….

“I’m gonna CUM!” he hisses, driving all the way in. “Yeahhhhh…. Take it… TAKE MY HOT CUM!”

Deep inside of me, his big cock jerks and jumps, like a rubber ball on a trampoline as he pumps his load right down into my stomach!

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China Holiday Pt. 01

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This is the story of our first visit to China since we started frequenting nude spas. If you enjoy it you’ll find some of the same characters in the series “First time nude sauna”. This is a multi-part story and based on true events but enhanced with fiction to make them more interesting. If you’re looking for quick and hard sex look elsewhere!

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My name is Tom, I’m from the UK and married to Jia who is Chinese. We’ve been living in Switzerland for a couple of years and recently started visiting spas and saunas. This was a life changing moment for us as we were both very shy and had absolutely no previous experience of being nude in public. The German speaking part of Switzerland has a similar sauna culture to Austria and Germany in that most of the saunas are mixed gender and nude. For many people this is a shock and off-putting and it was initially like that for us too. I quickly adapted to the nudity and patiently worked on Jia until she finally relented and gave it a try. She quickly grew to enjoy the experience and now we’re nude whenever possible.

We’re both reasonably attractive people but not model material! I’m around 6 foot tall and have slight belly, Jia is only slightly shorter than me and slender but with a very curvaceous arse. My penis is circumcised and of average size with its most unusual feature being a downward curve when erect. Jia used to have major body issues, mainly because she thinks her breasts are too small. This was one of the primary reasons for her shyness and reluctance to being seen nude by others.

Her breasts are very small, this is a fact and apart from surgery there’s no way to change that. I find they suit her tall body but she wishes she had a fuller bust. She used to wear padded bras and swimsuits and would never have considered being seen without. All this changed after she realised that it didn’t matter at all.

I love her tiny bumps and the feature I’m most attracted to are her nipples. They’re a pinkish brown colour and when she’s not aroused they protrude about half an inch. It doesn’t take much to coax them to their full size of an inch or more as they’re very sensitive. In this state they darken in colour and her areolae almost disappear. Even with a padded bra they could be seen poking through whatever top she was wearing. Jia usually keeps herself totally hairless since seeing other women without pubic hair, but sometimes indulges in a small patch of hair when she feels like a change.

The most profound discovery I made after seeing Jia exposed to other people was the fact that I loved it! Before my first visit to a nude sauna I had the usual fear of getting an unwanted erection when seeing naked women. I soon discerned that this isn’t really a problem and despite seeing a wide variety of bodies and even sometimes being purposely teased it was never that difficult to keep things under control if I had to. However, when I see Jia naked amongst others and especially if they’re looking at her it becomes much more difficult!

This story is about a trip to China where we visited Jia’s hometown and then travelled to various parts of the country. I’m going to try and focus on the erotic aspects of the trip and will skip over the more mundane events.

***

It’s April and we’re off to China! It’s not our first visit; in fact we go almost every year. The difference this time is that we’re nudists. As you can imagine, China’s not an ideal location if you’re planning on being nude in public but as we discovered it does offer some opportunities.

What’s also changed since we last visited is that we had the opportunity to introduce some of our friends and relatives to public nudity when they visited us in Switzerland. Most of them loved the experience and helped us explore the possibilities in China.

Our first stop is Beijing, this is where many of Jia’s family and friends reside. It’s not my favourite city in China but I enjoy visiting it nevertheless. Our flight landed early and we were met at the airport by Bai and Wang, two of our closest friends. When they last visited us they’d had a few marital issues that were happily resolved. We took them to a spa where they were introduced to public nudity for the first time and we actually ended up engaging in some same room sex at home – a first for all of us.

It was about a 2 hour drive from the airport to their new villa on the outskirts of Beijing. We were impressed by the size of their house. It was massive and made our house in Switzerland seem small! The detached modern building was on a small sized plot with a garden.

On the ground floor there were two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, dining and living room. The ceiling height throughout the building was greater than in Europe making everything very spacious. Upstairs was their master bedroom with en-suite bathroom as well as another two bedrooms and bathrooms. We were to stay in a separate guest wing on this floor that contained its own living room, bedroom and bathroom.

The biggest surprise adana escort was underground. The cellar level of the house was huge and included a newly added home spa. This consisted of a whirlpool, a finish sauna and a steam room as well as bathroom facilities. When Wang had shown us around I said “This is absolutely fantastic!”

He smiled proudly “Yes, we added it after our holiday with you. The equipment is all imported from Germany. We missed the saunas and steam rooms when we got back and tried some of the local spas but didn’t like them at all! They are usually crowded and the worst part is that men and women are always separated. We could never be together.”

Jia said “Well it looks like you’ve solved the problem!”

“It’s not really the same because so far it’s only been the two of us using it. We haven’t dared ask any of our other friends to join us nude! That’s why we’re so happy you two are here and we can all enjoy it together!”

“We really weren’t expecting to be able to indulge in a nude spa while in China, I can’t wait!”

“Have something eat and then take a rest, we’ll come back down here later.”

With that the tour of their home was over and we went upstairs to help Bai prepare some lunch. With full stomachs we retired to our room and had a shower together. Both of us were too tired to mess around so we just washed and then went straight to bed for a rest. Bai had told us we could be naked throughout their home if we wished, she and Wang had picked up that habit from us and were usually nude at home.

“This visit is starting off well!” I said to Jia, “Not only can we be nude together in the house but can even have a sauna!”

Jia laughed, “Yes, I was so surprised as they’d never mentioned it when we spoke together.”

I yawned “Let’s rest for a few hours and then have our first nude sauna together in China.”

***

We woke at around 4PM and without bothering to get dressed went downstairs in search of Bai and Wang. We found them naked and drinking tea in the kitchen. “Sit down and join us.” said Bai.

We both took seats and Bai served us some tea before asking, “What would you like to do this afternoon?”

Jia and I looked at each other and we both said “Try your spa!” at the same time.

They laughed and Wang said “We thought you’d say that so I prepared everything and the spa is ready.”

“That’s great; we can go as soon as we finish our tea.”

The tea ritual can’t be rushed in China and it took us about 15 minutes to drink. We all stood up and I could see that both Bai and Wang looked fitter than I remembered. “You two are looking good!”

“Thanks Tom, we started to exercise and feel much better for it.”

“Whatever you’re doing it’s working!” said Jia.

Both Bai and Wang were both around 5 feet tall and slender. Bai has small breasts and average size nipples. Last time I’d seen her she had a large bush but now things had been tidied up lot and everything was neatly trimmed. With the new style her large clit was immediately visible and I felt my penis swell slightly as I looked at her. Wang was looking thinner and had also trimmed his pubic hair which made his very small penis a bit more visible.

Wang had issues with his penis size and to be fair it was one of the smallest we’d ever seen. In its normal state it was almost invisible and even with a full erection it was only around 2 inches long. We let the ladies go ahead and enjoyed watching them walk from behind. Seeing Wang stare at Jia’s arse as she bent down to adjust her slipper and the subsequent appearance of his glans from under his foreskin gave me great pleasure and I felt my own cock expand a bit more.

It was decided to use the steam room first, followed by a cool down and then a dip in the whirlpool before ending the session in the Finnish sauna.

The steam room had space for 6 people and was a pleasant temperature. It was fun being with our friends but it didn’t feel as exciting as the public saunas because our exposure was limited. The big advantage was that we could get away with far more than we usually dared to!

We were sitting across from Bai and Wang and Jia started things off by placing her foot in my crotch and playing footsie with my cock. She said “Bai, remember when you visited us and wanted to see Tom’s erection?”

“How could I forget? Sadly, apart from Wang’s I haven’t seen any others since then!”

Jia laughed “Well, I think you’ll get another chance soon.” She continued teasing me and it wasn’t long before I was fully erect. Jia enjoyed toying with my penis by pushing it down with her foot and then letting it bounce back up. I wasn’t complaining as it was a pleasant sensation for me and I could see that Jia and our friends were getting aroused.

Bai was sitting in a very unladylike fashion with her legs spread widely and her unusually large clit was easily seen protruding like a little cock. Jia was no better; with one foot on the floor eskişehir escort and the other in my lap she also wasn’t hiding anything! Her smooth pussy lips were pulled apart and anyone looking could see deep into her moist tunnel. Wang was doing just that and his penis had reached is full size.

Bai said “It looks as big as I remember!” while staring at my throbbing cock.

Wang asked “Have you been to saunas with anyone else from China?”

“Well you already know about Meilin but do you know that Fan and Chen joined us?”

They both leaned forward as they heard this and Bai said, “I only noticed that Chen seems much happier lately and isn’t dressing like a nun anymore! Are you saying you took both of them to a nude spa?”

Jia nodded and explained what had happened.

“If I’d know that I would have invited them both here, especially if the steam is good for Fan’s asthma.”

“I’m sure they’d love to come.”

Wang said “Maybe you should make it a ladies day? I’m not sure I’d be comfortable being naked with Jia’s mother and sister!”

“Come on Wang, if Fan and Chen are OK with it, you shouldn’t have a problem!” argued Bai.

Before Wang had a chance to reply, a gong sounded indicating the end of our 20 minute session. Everyone stood up and Jia grabbed my cock pulling me in the direction of the showers. “That’s a useful handle” Bai said as she wistfully looked at Wang’s small appendage.

There were only two shower heads so both couples took one. We enjoyed washing while watching each other. After drying we lay down on the comfortable recliners and had some tea. Both Wang and I were flaccid but regularly got hard as the two ladies made a game of teasing us and then letting us wilt again. It was a form of pleasant torture and I soon reached my limit.

I stood and quickly moved between Jia’s legs placing my hands under her knees. I lifted and pushed her legs backwards before I sank down and buried my face into her wide open pussy. She squealed and said “Stop that!” but didn’t really resist. I didn’t respond as I was busy pushing my tongue as far up her juicy canal as I could. When I could go no deeper I began to nod my head to rub my lips and nose over her stiff little clit.

She moaned in response and when she began to pant and writhe I knew her climax wasn’t far so I pulled back and stood releasing her legs at the same time. She tried to pull me back but I was too fast. She moaned in frustration as I lay back down smiling. Our hosts laughed but I could see they were very aroused. Wang’s penis and Bai’s clit were both jutting out. It was funny to see Bai staring at my throbbing and now slightly wet cock while Wang was focused on Jia’s juicy, pink and gaping pussy.

Jia said “You’re so mean!”

“Revenge is a dish best served with my face between your legs!” I quipped. “Wang I suggest you do the same to Bai, these two vixens have been keeping us on edge far too long!”

Wang moved but Bai was too fast and jumped out of her seat rushing to the other side of the whirlpool. It was hilarious watching them run in circles with all their bits and pieces jiggling about! After a few laps, Bai stopped and let Wang grab her from behind. His hands quickly moved up cupping and squeezing her breasts while he kissed her neck. “Got you!” he said gleefully.

Bai said “Let’s use the pool for a bit.” She wriggled free of Wang’s embrace and lowered herself into the warm water. The rest of us joined her and Wang activated the pumps. A powerful mixture of air and water thrust out of the numerous nozzles switching between continuous and pulsating modes. One jet was particularly well placed to massage your genitals and I noticed Bai manoeuvre herself into place for maximum stimulation.

She said something in Chinese and Jia slid down in her seat. I could tell when she hit her sweet spot by the expression of bliss on her face. Bai had closed her eyes and her mouth was open in ecstasy. It was hot to watch and I tried to emulate the ladies and position my cock in the vortex. The force was almost painful when hitting the tip but when I moved a bit further down it massaged the underside of my erect shaft and caused my penis to bob about pleasingly.

Jia sat up slightly to change the angle of impact and I felt her hand grab my leg and squeeze as she moaned loudly and climaxed before relaxing back into the seat and looking content. I focused my attention on Bai just as she hit her peak. I loved observing them as they orgasmed and could see that Wang had also enjoyed the show.

I said “It looks like we’re redundant Wang! The ladies have managed without us.”

He laughed “I hope they still want more later!”

We remained in the pool until the timer automatically shut down the jets and after drying ourselves went for a session in their Finnish sauna. It was nice to be able to control the humidity level by adding water and scents to the hot stones and we had a very relaxing time. I said sakarya escort to Jia “I think Fan would enjoy this sauna as you can lower the temperature and adjust the humidity to suit her needs.”

Jia said, “Yes, she couldn’t handle the really hot ones so this would be ideal.”

“Let’s call her later and invite her and Chen to come over tomorrow afternoon. We can use the spa and then have dinner.” suggested Bai.

Jia agreed but I could tell Wang wasn’t enthusiastic. After we’d showered and dried off Jia and Bai headed upstairs to call Fan and look at some clothes Bai had recently purchased. I stayed in the spa with Wang. As soon as the ladies had left he asked “Wasn’t it strange for you to be naked with Fan and Chen? I couldn’t imagine doing that with any of my relatives!”

“Not really, but I was surprised they agreed to it! The first time we went with Fan I stayed outside and wasn’t expecting to join in, but then they came back and said I should come. Apparently, Fan was used to being naked from her time in local bathhouses and soon realised that having naked men around just made it more interesting, she was more worried I might feel uncomfortable!”

Wang laughed and said “That’s funny; I wouldn’t have expected that.”

“We weren’t expecting it either! With Chen it was a bit different; she was very unsure about being naked with men around, especially me.”

“How did it go with her?”

“She was very nervous at the start but soon noticed that most people don’t have perfect bodies and that everyone is different and unique. She ended up enjoying it very much. It’s really changed her and she’s much happier and more confident now.”

“I suppose it was a bit like that for me as well, but I’m still not confident about being naked with others and I also still get excited when I see naked women.”

I laughed and said, “You must have noticed that I was excited as well! It’s somehow different in a private spa as you don’t have to worry about breaking rules.”

“But what would you do if it happened when Fan and Chen were here?”

“Good point! I’ll talk to Jia but maybe having her mother with us will make it more like being in a public spa and things will be less arousing. Chen has already seen my erection so for her it wouldn’t be a problem.” I belatedly realised that I’d probably said too much.

“Chen has seen your erect penis? How did that happen?”

“Long story, but yes, she’s seen it.”

I could tell Wang wanted to ask for details but he resisted the temptation and I was glad as I didn’t really want to talk about our rather special relationship with Chen.

We decided to go upstairs and get started on making dinner. Bai and Jia were in the living room so we joined them first. “Fan and Chen will come tomorrow at 3pm and they’re bringing a surprise. We can use the spa together and then have a big family dinner!” said Bai.

“That’s great!” I replied.

Wang asked “Are you two going to help us make dinner now?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

The four of us went to the kitchen and it was a surreal experience for us cooking naked in China! I asked “Have you ever had problems with your neighbours or other visitors catching you naked?”

Bai said “Most of the house is not overlooked and in those rooms where you could see inside we have blinds. But once the neighbour’s son kicked his football over the fence and sneaked into our garden to get it!”

Jia laughed “What happened?”

“Nothing much, I was just in the living room when I noticed someone outside, he looked over and could see me. I just waved at him and he stared for a moment before grabbing his ball and running away.”

“How old is he? Do you think he told anyone?”

“He’s around 19 or 20 and is usually at university. I don’t think he said anything because he was probably more worried I would complain about him trespassing!”

“Or maybe he’s hoping to see more of you!” I added.

“I doubt he’s interested in an old lady like me.”

“Don’t bet on it. We men love to see any naked women and you’re still hot!”

She blushed and said, “I know he has one of those remote controlled drone things, I can sometimes hear it buzzing around outside, maybe he’s using that to spy!”

Wang said “You never told me about that! I’m going to complain to his parents.”

“Don’t do that dear, who cares if he likes to watch us. He won’t risk showing his parents because he would be in big trouble.”

“I still don’t like it.”

We let the subject drop and moved on to other topics. Dinner was soon done and after the meal Jia and I decided to have an early night and sync our bodies to the new time zone.

Once in bed Jia said “I still owe you something!”

I laughed “I know, but to tell you the truth I’m dead tired and would rather save it for another day!”

“Thank god for that, I’m exhausted as well!

“Before you sleep I still need to ask you something, Wang is worried about getting aroused when your mum and Chen are here. To tell you the truth I’m also a bit nervous! Somehow I don’t have as much control here as I do in a public spa.”

Jia thought about it and said, “You know what, I’ll talk to them tomorrow. I doubt Chen will care but I’m not sure about mum. If she’s OK with it you guys can relax and if not we’ll just have to be careful.”

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The New Patient

Liza walked into the clinic, nervous because she was meeting a new doctor. She checked in with the receptionist, who smiled and said, “you are just in time the clinic is about to close up for the day. You will be Doctor Kennedy’s last patient.” Liza sat anxiously in one of the chairs, tugging at her dress as it attempted to ride up on her. She didn’t bother with a magazine because she knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate.

Soon a nurse called her name and took her back to an exam room. She took her temperature, blood pressure and asked her about any medications she takes. Then she got a gown out of a drawer and told Liza, “take everything off and put the gown on, it opens in the back.”

Liza smiled at her weakly and took the gown. When the nurse left Liza quickly pulled off her dress, bra, and panties. She put the gown on, folded her clothes neatly, placed them on the chair, and climbed up on the exam table.

The room was cool and her nipples puckered in the cold. She felt so exposed sitting there waiting. Suddenly Doctor Kennedy walked in, smiled at her and held out his hand to shake hers. Liza returned his smile and shook his hand; it was warm and calloused.

“Hello, Miss…..may I call you Liza?”

She nodded and said, “yes, Doctor.”

“I hope you don’t mind, but my nurse was called away. If it is alright with you, we will continue your examination without her.”

She nodded again, finding no words. The Doctor took out his stethoscope and listened to her lungs and her heart and she began to relax.

“Very good, a strong heartbeat and good breath sounds. I’d like to check your mouth next.”

He held out a tongue depressor and Liza dutifully opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “Say Ahhh”

She did.

“Hmmm. You seem to have a strong gag reflex. Let’s test that a little, shall we?” Doctor Kennedy said.

Confused, Liza agreed and he helped her off the table. “Kneel here, my dear.”

Used to following Doctor’s orders Liza complied, surprised when he unzipped his fly and took out his cock. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he said as he stroked his cock and nudged it against her lips.

Liza hesitated but then obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Doctor Kennedy didn’t hesitate but shoved his cock into her mouth and plunged it to the back of her throat. She gagged and he grabbed her head, holding her and whispering. “Relax, Liza. Breathe through your nose.” Doctor Kennedy held until he felt her relax and then he pulled out and pushed in again. Liza realized she was getting her face fucked for the first time.

Doctor gaziantep escort Kennedy continued to use Liza’s mouth and push her gag reflex until tears were streaming down her face. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her mouth, reached for a towel and gently wiped her eyes and the saliva from her face and helped her stand.

“Your gag reflex is healthy now let’s check the rest of you out. Up on the table please and loosen the gown. I need to check your breasts.”

Liza climbed up on the table and shrugged the gown off her arms but held it to her chest.

“Lay back and put your arms above your head.”

She complied in a daze wondering what Doctor Kennedy had planned next. Liza took him in, he looked so handsome in his white coat. So self-assured and confident.

Doctor Kennedy lowered her gown and the coolness of the room made her nipples pucker again. She felt the wetness between her thighs from having his cock in her mouth. Doctor Kennedy’s hands were warm as he palpated first her left breast, then her right.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. I have never seen them before, but I can guess what they are for. He reached down and pinched her left nipple, working it between his fingers into a hard nub, then applied one of the clamps and tightened it down until she cried out in pain. He looked at her gently and pinched the other nipple, working it to a hard nubbin between his fingers then applied the other clamp, tightening it until she cried out again.

“Shh, sweet girl, you’ll get used to it. I need to test your sensitivity. Now slide down to the end of the table so your bottom is right at the end and place your feet in the stirrups.”

Again, she complied, dreading this part of the “exam”.

When Liza got her feet in the stirrups, Doctor Kennedy fastened straps around her ankles so she couldn’t move them. She whimpered but he placed a hand on her stomach and whispered. “Shh sweet girl, I am going to check you very thoroughly and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Doctor Kennedy walked around to her head and raised her arms up above her head and she felt him strap them down too.

The nipple clamps tugged with her hands above her head and the pain morphed into something else. She felt her juices dripping from her exposed pussy. He moved to her waist and a strap appeared. He tightened it around her waist. She was perfectly immobile and completely at his mercy. Doctor Kennedy walked to the end of the exam table and stared at her exposed flesh.

“Let’s check out your vagina first,” he said clinically. He pulled konya escort over a table that had all sorts of instruments on it, some look decidedly non-medical. He picked up a speculum and applied some lubricant to the instrument, moved it towards her vagina and said, “okay, now relax this is going to be a little cold.”

He placed it at her opening, and she flinched as much as her bonds allowed. He pressed it in till it was fully seated and then ratcheted it open much wider than she thought was possible. She whimpered and moaned, but she could not move.

“Do you know what a g-spot is, Liza? I am going to test yours now.”

Without waiting for her response, he put on a pair of gloves and inserted two fingers in her opening held wide. He curled his fingers and rubbed against a spot that drove her wild. Liza’s juices gushed and she began to feel hot, almost feverish.

“Very nice!” Doctor Kennedy said. “Responsive and beautiful.”

He withdrew his fingers and she immediately felt the loss.

He left the speculum in place but brought his hand down to her exposed bottom and with one of his lubed fingers started tracing her asshole. “I think I will examine your asshole next my dear. Have you ever had your sweet rosebud stretched?”

She whimpered again and shook my head.

“Use your words, sweet girl.” Doctor Kennedy insisted as he kept circling my hole and worked one digit inside.

“No, Doctor,” she stammered in a low whisper.

He inserted another finger and wiggled his two fingers inside her poor hole, stretching her. She began to pant and could feel her juices flowing down into her crack. She was so close to the edge of dropping off into sweet oblivion; he withdrew his fingers and she felt bereft. She whined at the loss and struggled against her bonds.

“You are a very responsive patient, Liza. I am quite pleased. Now I need to check your labia for defects and responsiveness.”

He released the speculum and removed it, then reached up and tugged on the nipple clamps, attaching little chains to first one and then the other. He took another clip out of his pocket and she started to panic.

“Shhh my dear, relax and this will be much easier.”

Doctor Kennedy took the clamp and pulled her labia taut and applied the clip, tightening it down until she cried out. Then he took the chains attached to her nipple clips and attached them to the clip he placed on her labia, then gave them a little tug. The pain turned into arousal and he smiled as he saw the flush on her skin.

“Now let’s check your clit. Do you know what that is, dear Liza?”

She nodded kayseri escort her head and whimpered again.

“Words my dear,” he said sharply as he gave a slight tug on the chains.

“Yes, Doctor!” Liza exclaimed.

He reached down and started to circle her clit with one finger. Her head moved from side to side and she moaned with abandon and desire. Slowly he moved closer to her clit and then finally he flicked it with his finger. That is all it took, and she came undone. Her pussy squeezed air and her whole body thrummed with pleasure.

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, watching her intently as she climaxed. “Awww, your poor pussy looks lonely, would you like me to fill it with my nice hard cock, Liza?”

She didn’t hesitate; she squealed “Yes, Doctor, ooh, please, yes!”

Doctor Kennedy dropped his pants and adjusted the height of the table so that he lined up with her opening. She was so wet he slid in easily, pulling the labia clip as he did, which in turn pulled on the nipple clamps. Liza took in a sharp breath and rode the wave of pain/pleasure as he began pumping in and out slowly, the in and out tugging on her nipples and labia. She felt herself spiraling towards another release.

“Does this feel good, my dear? I am going to speed up now, try to hold off your climax until I tell you,” he commanded and picked up speed.

She couldn’t move but the force of his strokes made her boobs bounce and tug on the nipple clamps even more. “Oh, doctor,” she cried breathlessly. “I can’t hold it; it is too much….”

He reached up and released the nipple clamps at the same time and she screamed as the blood returned to them. He leaned down and licked them with his tongue, soothing them and then released the labia clip.

He pounded into her pussy and rubbed her clit and said, “now, Liza. Come for me.”

And she soared, flying over the edge. Her vaginal muscles strangled his cock, her breaths short, her juices squirted out and coated him. It seemed to last forever, and she saw stars. Doctor Kennedy found his own release. Her vaginal walls milked him of his seed. She relaxed, fully spent.

He gently cleaned her up with a wet rag. Then he released the straps from her feet and admonished her to stay still until he removed all the straps. He moved to the waist strap and undid that and then moved to her head and undid the straps at her wrists. He held on to her as he gently raised the head of the exam table and helped her move back till, she was comfortably seated. He tenderly massaged her arms and shoulders, getting the blood circulating.

“You think you can get dressed now?” Doctor Kennedy asked with concern.

“Yes, Doctor,” she answered.

“Fine, get dressed and I will come back in and give you the results of your exam.”

He walked out and she felt his loss immediately. She very carefully got up and got dressed, wondering when she will see him again. This is one doctor’s appointment she wouldn’t mind repeating soon!

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The Three Day Pass Ch. 24

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“Why would a Syrian diplomat do that?”

“Interesting question. Who knows what they will do???? Like the man says this thing is getting curiouser and curiouser. Tis a puzzlement.” Barns said laughing…..

“Huh! What man?” Asked Joseph.

“Oh sorry, it was from before your time. It was a quote from Yul Brynner when he played the King of Siam in ‘The King and I’. I think….”

Chapter 24

It was late Sunday morning when Fazzi’s limo drove up the long driveway and came to a stop at the front door of his palatial home. The chauffeur got out of the vehicle walked briskly around to the rear door and held it open for him. As he got out he could see his housekeeper, Summaya, coming down the steps to greet him.

“Sbaah El Kair, Good morning sir. Welcome home. Did you have a good flight?” she asked in Arabic. “Is the family well?”

“Yes they are fine and they send their regards to you. Mary says she really misses you and would love to have you come and work for her. Would you like that? Would you like to go out to Michigan and work for Mary and Kasemah again?”

“Sir, as much as I liked working for her and your daughter, my family and friends are all here in New Jersey and I am happy to be working for you and Sgt. Benson. I feel the both of you need me more than they do.” The cook and maid said. “If I may say so and please I mean no disrespect at all, here I feel like I run the house and I like the feeling of giving the orders. You and the sergeant need someone to look after the both of you. Your wife and daughter, they are both strong people and can do for themselves.”

“Young lady, are you saying that Yussef and I are helpless weaklings and we need a woman fussing around us?”

“Oh no! Not at all, sir. Its just that you and the sergeant need me to take the little things off your hands so that the two of you can have the time and energy to run the world without having to do the menial things like house work or cooking.” She laughed as Fazzi joined her in her joke.

“Err speaking of the Sergeant, did Yussef, by chance, come home last night?”

“No, I was not even expecting him, was he supposed to come home? I wish he had, as the house has been empty and very lonely without you and if you must know the truth, it is even lonelier when Yussef is not around. He is so nice and easy to take care of. And he is always trying to show his appreciation. He knows I won’t take any tips, not that he hasn’t offered them, but he never fails to leave me a little something, some small little gift.” The housekeeper said, then, changing the subject she continued. “It is too bad that you did not have the time to visit the women for longer than a few hours. They must have been sad at your short visit.”

“Yes.” He lied, knowing full well that his wife and daughter would rather never see him again. “There was some business that I had to attend to in person In Deerborn, and I thought as long as I was there I would check on my daughter and find out how she was adjusting to her new life.

“And how are she and Madam doing?”

“We did not have too much time for a visit, but we did talk for about an hour and they seem to be doing fine. Mary is happy to be among her relatives. She is pleased to be able to attend her own church. Mary thinks it is great that Kasemah is becoming Americanized. I think it is a bit too much too soon, but there is little I can do about it. She has changed her name to Cassandra and become a licensed driver. She has now entered the University and she wants to become a doctor, a ladies doctor no less!” Fazzi said as he entered the house. “You would not recognize her. Oh, before I forget, we will be having two guests this afternoon. Nothing special is needed, well maybe just some tea and toast will do. They should not be staying too long. As far as dinner, I don’t know if Yussef will be here for dinner or not… If he calls I’ll let you know so that you can prepare a nice meal for just the two of us.”

“Very good sir. Is there anything else?

“If you please, I’ll take a light lunch in the library as soon as you can fix it. But first, the chauffeur has brought my ‘carry on bag’ up to the bedroom. Please unpack it for me and check to see if I have to send anything to the cleaners. OH, by mersin escort the way, speaking of clothes, did Yussef’s new wardrobe arrive yet?”

“Yes it did yesterday after you left and I placed it in his closet. He is going to look like a handsome prince in those outfits. Your daughter had better get back here quick or….”

“Now you are getting a bit too familiar young lady.” Fazzi said with a fake scowl on his face and they both laughed as he headed for the library and she went upstairs to unpack his bag. While unpacking his bag she saw a notepad in the breast pocket of his suit. After carefully removing and inspecting the outside of the pad, she opened it and started reading some of the hand written notes. Hidden among the pages of the pad there was a cable from Syria. Unable to make any sense of it she copied its contents. After this she placed cable and pad back into his pocket exactly as they were before removal and hung up the suit in his closet. Then she went downstairs to tell Fazzi his bag was unpacked. Finding him in the library she informed him that everything was put away

“Very good. You were right I do need you more than Mary and Kasemah, opps, Cassandra. Thank you. Is there anything else?” Fazzi asked.

“No I’ll get ready for your guests now and start your lunch. Your suit was clean but looked like it could use a little steaming. Would you like me to do that for you, sir?” She asked.

“Never mind let it hang I will check it out later and let you know.” He said and then returned to his mail. When he had gone through the mail he sat back in his soft leather chair and began thinking about what he was going to tell Allie and Hassan later in the day. Should he rake them over the coals or just burn their edges a little. While he was contemplating their futures, the phone rang.

“Fazzi here.”

“Hello, lov.” Joseph said. “I see you are home, did everything go well?”

“Everything went very well, except that I missed you very much.” He answered. “I do so look forward to the day when you will be able to accompany me on these trips. By the way I have regards for you from Mary and Kassie. You do know she has changed her name to Cassandra. Don’t you?”

“No I did not know that. Did they call?”

“No. I saw them in Deerborn. I just made a short trip out there on business and gave them a call just to see if they were doing well. They were surprised to hear from me, but they were glad after the shock wore off and they send their love, especially Kassie. My darling you are going to have to do something soon about her. The fool still loves you and while she did not say it – she still has hopes you will come for her someday. Perhaps she has visions of you charging up there on that white horse of yours.”

“I’m sorry about that but that is my fault! I keep calling her at least five or six times a week. Perhaps I should cut that down. I cannot have her hoping and thinking that I want her back. It would be too much of a letdown when she realizes that I am no longer in love with her and no longer want or need her.”

“Well if you don’t want her to keep thinking that, then you had better at least cut down on the calls.” He said, “But Yussef, remember that for now we both need her as a cover. But if you feel you need to tell her the full truth… don’t let it stop you. I can always use the excuse that you are going to be my adopted son to explain your living here. Anyway, I am reaching the point where I don’t really care what others think any more.”

“Fazzi, habibi, like I just told you, I have no need for her, except for the need to maintain the cover that our pending marriage brings. Once I am free of the fucking army, I will be free to drop the charade. You are my only need now. You are the one that I have decided to spend my life with for as long as you want me.” (He still almost chocked on these words, but found that it was getting easier and easier to lie. He was becoming quite the actor. He wondered if some of Rich’s talent had invaded his body along with his….)

“And I want to spend my life with you, Yussef.” His Arab lover said interrupting Joseph’s thoughts. “But you are right about the both of us needing to maintain that cover, at least for the present. When are you coming home? When will I see you again, habibi.”

“That’s what I’m calling about — I will be home for supper. Tell the cook I would like some lamb kabobs if it is not too much trouble. They are an aphrodisiac for me and I might need it after yesterday.”

“You mean your session with Dina wore you out and you need something to put you into the mood to make love to an old man like me?”

“OK, you had your little joke. You know damn well that you are not an old man. You are mature and at the top of your sexual ability, my lover. And you know that I long to be with you all the time.” Laughed Joseph. “What do I have to do or say to prove that she meant nothing to me. If anything kocaeli escort she turned me off and an aphrodisiac may be just the thing I need to awaken my sex drive.”

“I was just having some fun with you, habibi, I’m sure I will figure something out to interest you in sex again, but just in case, lamb kabobs over rice you shall have. I cannot wait to see you at the table; your fingers greasy with lamb juice, as I pick each one up, place it in my hot mouth and with my tongue lick and then suck on your sweet tasting digits. OHHHHHHH yes, just the thought of it is my aphrodisiac! I have to go now. Lunch will be served soon, after which I am expecting those two Syrians you met the other night. If I continue this line of conversation much longer I will have to change my pants before they come. I’ll relay your message to the cook. And I look forward to seeing you this evening. I love you!” he said as he hung up and called for his lunch. When it arrived he told the cook about his and Joseph’s dinner plans.

“Perhaps after you serve dinner you might want to take the rest of the evening off. Yussef and I can clean up the dishes.”

“That is kind of you, sir, and I would like to visit with my parents this evening and stay over there. You just leave the dishes in the sink and leftovers in the refrigerator, I can take care of it when I return in the morning.” She joked. “After all, I would not like you and the sergeant getting to think you could get along without me.”

After lunch Fazzi waited for the arrival of his guests. At one P.M. they arrived and were shown into the library where they were made to stand at attention before Fazzi’s desk while he pretended to look over some important papers on his desk. He let them sweat for a good three or four minutes before he acknowledged their presents. Finally he raised his head and scornfully asked them. “Well what do you two idiot fellahin have to say for yourselves before I pronounce sentence on your stupid useless lives. Why did you run another checkup on Yussef?”

Allie was the first to speak. Standing at attention and staring straight ahead he spouted out. “Your Excellency this whole thing was my fault. I ordered Hassan to do another background check on Yussef. Hassan was following my orders. If there is to be any retributions, let them fall on my head and my head alone.”

Fazzi sat there stunned. He had not expected an outright admission of guilt. It just was not the ‘Arab way’ of doing things. He was at loose ends to know how to proceed. However he quickly recovered and in an aggressive manner continued his interrogation. “That is very commendable of you to take the blame you worthless piece of camel dung, but Allie it still does not answer my question…. WHY? And one thing more you are never use the term ‘Your Excellency’ when we are in public. In my home it is permitted. But no one is to know of my elevation in rank just yet. Now tell me why you felt the need to do this? Were you ordered to and if so who ordered you?”

“No your Excellency no one ordered me to do it, I just felt that this man Yussef was distracting you and that perhaps he was creating a danger to yourself and to our government’s plans. I felt that I just had to ascertain if he posed any threat to you or our mission here in the United States. You of all people, having been a security agent from way back, must recognize the danger of us becoming involved with ‘outsiders’. And you must admit that this Yussef is, shall we say, too good to be true. So for my own sake as well as the nation’s I felt it imperative to check one more time.” Allie said defending himself.

“Well I’ll be damned, an agent with the guts to take the blame as well as one who will take the responsibility of leadership. That’s very commendable, if it is indeed true. Rather unusual for our people. I like that in an agent. We need more of that, but from now on you had better get it through your head that I AM IN CHARGE. We cannot nor will we have people or groups running off in different directions. Now tell me, for the last time, did you find anything at all about Yussef that I should know about. Anything at all! Was there anything which justifies any further investigation?”

“Well Excellency,” Allie said stammering. “There was one thing….”

“Well what is it?”

“Well sir..”

“Well – OUT with it!” Fazzi screamed, “Stop stammering and come out with it. When I ask you for the truth, I ALWAYS WANT THE TRUTH FROM MY AGENTS. I know that it has been the custom to lie to your superiors; Allah knows I have, but I need to know the truth, all the truth, all the time. We are all men of the world. Believe me, in this day and age here in America, there are few things that surprise or shock me.”

“He spent time with and most likely had sexual relations with one of the Dancers that works at the Cafe Casablanca.” Allie finally got out.

“The female dancer, the one called Dina, I hope!” samsun escort Fazzi said smiling. “Is that all? Is that all you were able to find out?”

“Well according to her he is a very accomplished lover. That is all, Your Excellency.”

Relieved Fazzi said, “I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure that bit of ‘intelligence’ will please my daughter on her wedding night. He is a young man and he needs the experience if he is to make a good and thoughtful husband to my unworldly daughter. I have no objections to Yussef sleeping with other women, before marriage. After their marriage, that will be my daughter’s problem. Look, I know what and why he did what he did. He told me all about it. He did it because I had wanted Dina to dance at a certain function that I am going to run. She refused to do it. He helped to change her mind. I do not know if his abilities in bed changed her mind or not, but the fact remains that she did change it. I not only know about all this, but I approve of it. How can I not have approved of it! Hell if I thought I could have changed her mind by sleeping with her—you can be sure I would have gladly fucked her, not once but many times. Someday this man will be my daughter’s husband, my son-in-law as well as my adopted son and heir. As such he will be my trusted agent. He is totally and completely loyal to me. I have sent reports to our leaders back home and they not only know all about him but so far they approve of my relations with him and everything I am doing here. You are not to question him or his motives ever again. You are not to investigate him ever again. If you should happen to hear or see anything about him that you think is suspicious —you are to report it to me directly, but his loyalty to me, at this point, is absolute. Do I make myself clear to the both of you imbeciles?”

“Yes Excellency.” Both men said.

“I have ordered tea and toast for you. I was thinking of putting poison in it, but decided that I would defer that until your next error.. Let us hope that you live long lives.”

Fazzi buzzed for the housekeeper and she came in with tea and toast as well as some cookies. After setting the tea service on the coffee table, she left and they helped themselves to the refreshments. They relaxed a bit and Fazzi turned to Allie and said, “Allie I must say that I was very impressed with your handling of my questions. Your actions show that you are worthy of leadership.”

“Thank you, your Excellency. I must admit to you that I was scared of this meeting. I hoped that I was acting in the best interests of the nation.”

“I’m so impressed that I have decided to promote you and make you my assistant. It would be a very important and dangerous job. Would you like that?”

“Yes Excellency, I am at your service. And thank you for the promotion and opportunity to serve.”

After finishing tea Fazzi got up signaling that the meeting was over. As both men started to leave. Fazzi walked over and shook Hassan’s hand and said to him, “Salaam Hassan, if you please, will you wait outside. I would like a moment or two with Allie to discuss the new job with him.”

After he left Fazzi said, “sit down Allie. This job that I have for you is top secrete. As my assistant you may choose whomever you want to help you. I did not know if Hassan had your complete confidence or not so I asked him to leave for now. You will swear everyone who works with you to total secrecy. You may consider yourself as of this moment, so sworn. If word of this gets out I will kill you with my own hands. Not only you but also every member of your family will meet horrible slow deaths. No one will live not a man, woman or child. Do I make myself clear on that? Having warned you of that, I shall now give you this last opportunity to refuse this assignment… This is the last time I will offer you this chance to get out with my blessings and your life. I give you this time, to reconsider. Once you decide there will and can be no turning back.”

After thinking a few seconds he said, “I do not need any more time to think about this. I cannot refuse to serve the nation and as long as you represent the nation, my family and I are at your disposal. I took that oath when I entered the service, just as you did, and I can see no reason to change my mind or loyalties now or ever.”

“Excellent that is precisely the answer I was hoping for. Now here are your orders; you are to contact, in person, every single head of the groups that we control. I want to meet with them in Syria in about two months. If anyone refuses, you are to tell him that the meeting is to discuss all future funding. Tell them nothing more. We must have their complete and instant agreement to meet. If they still choose not to come, not only will their bank accounts be confiscated, but also we shall take other measures to impress on them the need to attend. If they choose to send their second in command, they had better be on their deathbed, because we will cut them off 100% and heads will roll as well. You are to deliver this message personally and I expect their answers by the beginning of next month so that we will have time to arrange everything. I have here a list of people that you should contact.” He said handing him a sheet of paper with the organizational leaders listed.

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I am awoken in the middle of the night, and again in the morning, by the familiar stimulation of my nipples and the pressure to express. I position the cups and let the pump do its work, suckling, drawing the milk from me, relieving the ache in my too-full breasts and stirring instead a different ache, the need to be touched, and more, to be driven to climax and beyond.

In the dark quiet of the night, I have only my fingers, and though they are proficient in their task they do leave me wishing for more. In the morning I get more, the general there always, naked and ready for action – standing at attention, so to speak. I part my legs willingly, and while the machine works determinedly on my breasts, I welcome the soldier below.

He is over twice my age, but still an ardent lover, though I know it’s his wife that he sees whenever he closes his eyes. I do not mind. His cock is long and thick, filling me perfectly, and I have grown to love this morning ritual. The feeling of his creamy cum pumping into me even as my milk streams out from my nipples is always enough to trigger my orgasm, the walls of my vagina gripping his hard cock fiercely as we come together.

*

I was the only child of loving parents, and by all accounts a very pretty girl, always cheerful and laughing, and I do have a few clear, happy memories of that time. The town where I lived was one of the first to be targetted by bioterrorists with the Zalixali virus, and I was one of only a handful of survivors, and the only one to walk away without a major disability.

My reward for my immunity, aside from nightmares and endless tears and traumatic stress, was a deeply unpleasant year spent in a government research facility. Every day, hundreds of people around the world were dying in outbreaks of Zalixali, and somehow I was the sole hope of a cure. I was twelve years old, utterly lonely and sick of the endless needles that punctuated my life, and on top of that my body was going through puberty, changing every day, hair, breasts. I had been warned that I would start bleeding, but it terrified me all the same.

One day everything changed. I was moved to a new facility – a private one – with new doctors and new nurses, and heightened security. A much nicer bedroom, however, and high quality food and a range of entertainments. Nothing of the outside world, however; they didn’t want anything to upset me. “We’ve found the cure,” one of the doctors told me. “In your blood.”

And they still took my blood every day, though they were gentler and I no longer suffered as before. Indeed, apart from being an effective prisoner in a gilded cage, I had no concerns. I read books and listened to music, and learned to be satisfied within my imagination.

Here and there I found descriptions of sex that aroused my curiosity so much that, despite the cameras that watched me day and night, I learned how to pleasure myself. If I was ashamed of this at first, after a while the possibility that people were watching excited a rebellious streak in me. Perhaps, I mused, I could provoke a young doctor or nurse to abandon their professional reserve and join me, so that I could have real sex instead of imaginary sex.

*

The general doesn’t use protection. He says it’s because I can’t get pregnant, but I think he’s wrong. It’s true that I haven’t ovulated in years, but it’s true also that I no longer have doctors injecting me with mysterious cocktails of drugs and whatever.

I don’t mind. The sex is good, and anyway I think I would enjoy being pregnant. Becoming a mother.

Summer is here at last. After a shower and a hearty breakfast, I take my book of Coleridge’s poetry into the garden and sit beneath the apple trees.

*

After a year, a new doctor joined the staff. He sat with me in my room. He was attractive, with short dark hair and a smile whose warmth did quite not reach his intense blue eyes. His gaze lingered for a moment on my breasts, and I wondered if he wanted to hold them and kiss them. I wondered what his hands would feel like.

“Elizabeth,” he said. “Your blood holds the cure. We’ve isolated it, and tested it, and it’s effective – at least, it’s effective at holding the Zalixali virus in stasis, so that a daily dose can hold the virus at bay indefinitely.”

“But…?”

He nodded. “But we have been unable so far to synthesise the cure, and your body produces only a fraction of what is needed even for one person.”

“So…?”

This time he laughed at my anticipation. “So we need to induce your body to produce the antiviral in larger quantities.”

“How?”

“The natural way. Breast milk. It’s full of defences against disease, and in time we can optimise the production of the specific antiviral.”

I stared down at my breasts, trying to imagine them full of milk. “But don’t I bursa escort need to give birth before I produce milk?”

“Oh no. A series of injections and regular stimulation of the breasts will have them working soon.”

“Regular stimulation?” The thought of the doctor squeezing my breasts was enough to make my nipples harden, something that my shirt did little to conceal.

But he showed no interest in my nipples. “Electrostimulation, and a milking machine, designed for humans.” I must admit to being disappointed – and yet, having my breasts stimulated regularly, even by a machine, would be some relief from the tedium of my days.

A dozen tiny gold-coloured beads were implanted surgically beneath the skin of my breasts, surrounding each of my areolae. Afterwards, all I could see were red dots, and these faded after a few days. Once my doctor was sure there were no rejection issues, he tested the implants by holding a device near my breasts. I didn’t even need to take my clothes off. My nipples tingled with electrical stimulation, and hardened swiftly as the heat of arousal built between my legs.

He tapped a few buttons on the device, then put it away. “From now on, the implants will switch on for fifteen minutes every four hours. Enjoy…”

Enjoy it I certainly did. I whimpered with frustration every time my fifteen minutes were up.

*

Every four hours, like clockwork. At midday I make the first of my two daily visits to the quarantine zone. A zone that houses only six people, two of them in the bungalow that I make my way to. “Benjamin?” I call out. “Rebecca?”

“Elizabeth! Come in!” They were expecting me, of course, but there is such warmth in their welcome. I love coming here.

“Sorry I’m late,” I say. “They’re preparing for some event tonight. Some grand party.”

“So I hear,” Benjamin says. “And you are the guest of honour…”

“Why me?” I’m genuinely confused. No one has said anything about this.

“It is a year since you came to us,” he says. “Since you saved my life.”

“And mine,” Rebecca says.

A distant clock chimes, and electricity surges through my nipples. I pull my top off quickly, freeing my breasts and my large, swollen nipples. Rebecca kneels down beside Benjamin’s wheelchair, and together they look up at me, as eager and expectant as young chicks hoping for a worm from their mother. I bend forwards until my nipples are engulfed, the two adult mouths suckling, drinking my milk with enthusiasm.

Two hands tease their way up my inner thighs, under my skirt, tugging gently at my labia, teasing my clit, taking turns to penetrate me.

I love these kids. Only a year or two older than me, and both so damaged by the Zalixali virus. Benjamin’s spinal damage will never heal, and Rebecca’s scars conceal what must once have been a beautiful face. She’s still beautiful, if you look past the scars. Over the past year I have witnessed their shared misery develop into a deep friendship.

And rather than resent their dependence on me, they have welcomed me as a friend and lover. It helps, perhaps, that they both prefer women. I myself have no particular preference, but I do love when Benjamin watches Rebecca and me.

I adore feeding them from my breasts, and the adoration of their fingers is heavenly. “I’m coming,” I cry, and two pairs of eyes look up at me as I do, their lips and tongues driving my pleasure higher as much as their fingers below.

Once they have drained me of the milk that gives them life, Rebecca pushes me onto my back on the floor and drops down into sixty-nine. I am only too happy to give her pussy the same loving attention that she is giving mine.

*

Over the weeks, my nipples thickened, my areolae widened and darkened, and every day my breasts looked larger and certainly felt heavier. Once a day, my doctor examined them carefully, until one day drops of milk squeezed through my nipples. He collected these in a test tube, grinning delightedly. “It’s time to start pumping,” he said.

The breast pump had two large suction cups that emptied my breasts together. All I had to do was lie there and enjoy the wonderful suckling action while my nipples were stimulated from the inside. At first the amount of milk was tiny, a disappointing few drops that would hardly provide the quantities the doctors needed, but my breasts developed, adjusting to the demand of being constantly emptied, and after a month I was producing about a litre of milk each day.

It was fascinating to watch my breasts emptying into the collection jars while my nipples were being so wonderfully suckled and stimulated, and usually my clit as well by my restless fingers.

If I felt sometimes oddly like a human cow, milked by a machine and also constantly hungry and exhausted, malatya escort often sleeping for three hours only to be woken by the need to express, at least I knew it was in a good cause. My doctor seemed delighted with the volume and quality of my milk.

What he didn’t tell me was how few people benefitted from it.

*

At four o’clock, tick-tock, I’m back in my room and hooked up to the machine. My body’s ability to produce milk in such quantity never ceases to amaze me.

The general sits beside me, massaging my labia with an idle hand. “How is my son?” he asks.

“He is as well as could be.” I’m never really sure how much he knows about the three of us. I am the only person allowed to pass unprotected between the general’s fortress – it really is a fortress, the old walls rebuilt now – and the quarantined zone, and even I have to get decontaminated on exit.

The world outside the fortress is no longer a happy place. There is too much death and distrust, and I cannot bear to watch the news. The general has built an oasis of civilisation, as safe and secure as can be, somewhere to live until the Zalixali has exhausted itself and vanished from the world.

If the price of that safety is to be the general’s mistress and milkmaid to his son… well, it’s not an unpleasant fate.

“So I’m the guest of honour tonight?” I say.

“That was supposed to be a surprise. What else did he tell you?”

“Only that he wished he could be there.”

The general chuckles. “Yes, I’m sure he would enjoy it.” Standing, he pulls his trousers down, revealing his cock to be as hard as I’ve ever seen it. “Just as I’m sure you will enjoy this.”

And while the stimulation of my nipples continues, and the machine sucks the seemingly endless stream of milk from my breasts, I suck on the general’s formidable cock, moaning with lust as I stare up hungrily into his eyes.

“Come in my mouth,” I say, and it’s not long before he does.

*

For four years I lived a hazy existence of ignorant bliss, and it helped that my self-sacrifice to save the world soothed the guilt at surviving when so many had died. I had my endless supply of books to read when not sleeping or yielding to milky pleasure, and when the weather was good they encouraged me to wander in the garden outside – although if I wandered too far I was swiftly met by guards or nurses.

But I was not so disconnected from the real world that I didn’t sense the building anxieties towards the end, the gradual disappearance of staff, the increasing number of guards with assault rifles. “What’s going on?” I asked my doctor.

“You are very valuable to us,” he said. “To the whole world. But some people are unhappy that we produce so little of the antiviral. We are worried that someone will try to take you from us.”

“How much are you producing?” I asked. “How many people am I keeping alive with my milk?”

It wasn’t the first time I had asked that question, and his answer was the same as always: “Oh, many! Very many!” And, as always, he smiled, but on this occasion the smile lacked sincerity, and I feared to ask more.

The following week I asked him again. “Six,” he said, and without smiling. The assault rifle pointed at his head clearly had something to do with this change of tune.

There had been gunfire all morning, helicopters, explosions, in the distance at first but drawing ever nearer to the mansion. I was, naturally, terrified, and though my milking continued on schedule I found no pleasure in it. “Stay away from the window!” my doctor cried, rushing into the room. “We must move you. There’s a helicopter waiting on the roof.” He barely looked at me, instead hurriedly packing the breast pump and other equipment into a canvas bag. “Come!”

Even as he moved towards the door, it burst open and in strode a man in army fatigues, rifle at his shoulder with a laser scope that quickly found the doctor’s chest. My doctor dropped the bag and held his hands up. “You’ll need me,” he said. “Only I know how to isolate the antiviral.”

The soldier looked around, studying the room, and me, all the while keeping his rifle trained on the doctor. “Has he told you,” he asked me, “how many doses you produce each day?”

And so I had asked again, and trembling in terror my doctor said, “Six.”

Six! I was appalled! I had thought there must be enough for hundreds!

“Six,” the soldier echoed. “Currently selling for one million dollars per dose. That’s two billion dollars a year. Millions have been killed or left crippled by this virus, but six rich men live thanks to you, and this doctor and his company grow fat indeed. My wife is dead. My son is infected and will soon follow her. I came to take you, against your will if necessary, but let me ask you çanakkale escort instead. Will you go with this doctor” – he spat on the floor with disgust – “or will you dare to be mine? I can promise only that no more wallets will be fattened.”

I looked at my doctor. “I really was just a cow for you, wasn’t I?” He started to reply, but I shook my head. “I could never trust you again.” I picked up the equipment bag and walked out the room, and felt nothing as a single shot echoed behind me.

*

I rest, and bathe, and eat, and rest again, and suddenly it’s nearly eight and time for milking again… except the pumping equipment is gone, taken away by someone while I slept. “It’s time,” the general says, appearing in the doorway behind me.

“I know!” I cry. “But where is it?”

The general laughs. “No, I mean it’s time to start the evening’s entertainment. Come.” He holds his hand out to me.

I look down at my naked self – the afternoon had been so warm that I had slept nude. “I need something to wear.”

He shakes his head. “No you don’t.” He catches me by the hand and tugs me after him, down the stairs and along the corridor to the grand hall. Every so often I spy people peeking at me from doorways, and can feel myself blushing, but my curiosity is stronger than my sense of shame. I’m used to people watching me.

That said, being propelled into a large hall full of people staring at me is a shock. I pull back, trying to escape, but the general’s grip is firm and he pulls me to him. “Comrades!” he shouts, holding his other hand out for silence, and the whispers and giggles gradually fade. “Comrades,” he repeats, no longer shouting but strong and clear, “A year ago today, I brought Elizabeth to live with us. She saved my son’s life, and I will always love her for that. Tonight’s feast is in celebration of her, but also about giving her a gift to show our gratitude.”

Dragging me here naked is a gift? Exposing me to so many people at once? Half of them are staring hungrily at my breasts, that are achingly full once again, and the rest are looking lower down, where my hand is desperately trying to shield my pussy from view.

Two long tables, bursting with more food than I’ve seen in all my life, run the length of the hall. The general guides me between them, the murmuring crowd making way before us, until I find myself before a seat, positioned on a raised dais – almost like the throne in a castle, but this is no throne. It is some kind of machine, two padded leather slats forming a seat, and thrusting up between them is a dildo. The pumping equipment is set up next to it.

I grind to halt and refuse to go any nearer. “What…?”

“I’ve come to know you very well over the past year, Elizabeth. I know how it excites you to be watched.”

“Not like th- Mmm…” My implants have awoken. Somewhere in the distance a clock strikes eight.

The general takes advantage of my distraction to manoeuvre me onto the seat. It rocks beneath me, causing the dildo to thrust up between my parted thighs and sending a thrill of excitement through me. My earlier hesitance is forgotten – it’s funny how quickly a little current through the nipples can erode your inhibitions.

I adjust my seating carefully, until the dildo slips between my soaking wet labia. Its movement is so unexpected. Even a small movement of my hips translates to a significant thrust or withdrawal. Looking up at the general, I see everyone watching me experiment – I had forgotten about them. I would laugh if I weren’t so completely absorbed with the dildo. It’s almost like it has a mind of its own.

He hands me the cups, and I hold them in place until the suction kicks in and the tubes fill with my milk. I cry out in surprise as the dildo thrusts deep, and it takes me a few seconds to understand that I did it, that I’m fucking myself. To understand that I can stop if I want to – if I want to – but what I want is to feel that dildo driving into me. All I need is find a rhythm that works, to adjust my posture, like so, yes, yes.

Fuck, this is amazing. And they’re all still watching me, the milk streaming from my breasts, the dildo pounding my pussy with each thrust of my hips. I can’t believe I was so embarrassed earlier. I love the bright hunger in their eyes, the obvious bulging of trousers, the sharp points of nipples. I could fuck myself like this all day.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the orgasm I am chasing. It’s easy to believe it’s the general – or even that it’s Benjamin fucking me. He did say he wished he could see this, and maybe I can take the chair to him. I would love to watch Rebecca fucking herself with the chair.

More than anything else, it’s imagining Rebecca rocking herself to orgasm that brings me to my own climax. “Yes!” I scream, trying desperately to control the dildo while my whole body, it seems, convulses around it. “Yes! Fuck!”

And still the pump is working, sucking the milk from me, as the most intense orgasm of my life rocks me to the sound of an audience cheering and clapping.

“How do you like your gift?” the general asks.

I have to laugh. “It’s fucking brilliant.”

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