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Brianna’s Story Ch. 02

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The next day Brie was sore and aching, her mind going over the events of the previous night. Had she really lost all control? Had she really enjoyed it? She blushed as she remembered she had more than enjoyed it, she had reveled in it, gloried to his total possession.

As the thoughts went round and round in her head she wondered if this was what Callie had tried to explain to her. Just the thought of her was enough. Brie missed her horribly. Callie would be home soon. Brie could only think, not soon enough.

The days passed and Brie was conscious of Greg as never before. She knew when he walked into a room. He haunted her dreams. Her body ached for his touch. She knew she was in trouble, but for the life of her she couldn’t get him out of her mind.

A few days later Brie found herself at Greg’s office door. She reached up to knock and stopped. What was she doing? Had she gone out of her mind? Just as she convinced herself to leave, the door opened. Brie could only stare up into Greg’s eyes helpless to speak.

Greg could see the need in Brie, knew she was helpless to fight her body and heart. He knew she still didn’t understand what was happening. He wanted to be the one to teach her, to show her, to guide her. He knew that in the end she would be magnificent when she finally gave up control and realized she was submissive to her core. Greg pulled her into his office and shut the door behind her.

“What do you want Brianna?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.” Brie pleaded with her eyes.

“Be at my house at eight tonight Brianna. Do not be late.”

Brie walked out of the office and let out a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. Her emotions were a mass of butterflies fighting to free themselves of her body. She felt weak and her knees were shaking. She knew she would be at Greg’s house that night. What she didn’t know was why? Brie felt out of control something she had never been in her life. As alien as it was, it was also tinged with excitement.

As Brie pulled up to Greg’s house that night, she again wondered at herself. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, and it wanted Greg. With a trembling hand she knocked on his door. He led her straight to his playroom.

“Take off your clothes slowly for me Brianna.” Her hands reached up to do his bidding without her conscious thought. When she bent over to lower her panties down over her calves he told her, “once the panties are gone, spread your legs wide and hold on to your ankles.”

Brie felt vulnerable and open, bent over and spread wide for his inspection. She felt his hands on her thighs, running over her heated skin as goose flesh broke out. She felt the wetness start in her sex, readying her body. His fingers roamed up over the bottom displayed so temptingly before him. He wanted to see it redden under the paddle, but not just yet.

Greg ran two fingers between her lips and felt the wetness saturate his invading digits. Moving further up he pinched her clit, causing Brie to gasp and jerk in surprise. He put a restraining hand on her hip. “You are not to move Brianna. I will explore your body to MY satisfaction. You want this. You don’t understand it, but you Anadolu Yakası escort want it. You want what I can give you. You need me to teach you, and I will.” He lightly tapped on her clit and Brie could not hold back the cry that was only part pain. Greg noted the effect the slight slap had on Brie. Her juices were flowing freely.

“Stand up Brianna, keep your legs spread and clasp your hands behind your neck.”

Greg watched the full breasts slightly bounce with her ragged breathing as they were proudly thrust forth in her new position. The nipples were very hard and engorged as her excitement built. He reached out to cup those breasts in his palms. He ran his thumbs over the peaks. Brie shivered at the pleasure that coursed through her body. His touch was doing things to her that none had ever done.

“I am going to do things to you Brianna. I am going to show you what you need and what you crave. I know what you desire, what is in your deepest heart even though you don’t. I will teach you what it is to be owned. To belong to someone as never before, to serve as you need to serve, to be treasured for who you truly are.”

“I’m scared. I have never felt like this before. You confuse me.”

“I know this is all new to you. Trust me and let yourself go Brianna.”

She started to shake her head and Greg held her still. He looked deep into her emerald eyes. “You will be mine. Accept it and let go. I will help you.” He led her over to a corner of the room where a St. Andrews cross was set up. “Step up on the platform and raise your hands to the top of the cross.” Brie did and watched as he strapped her wrists to the cross. Then she felt him spread her legs and strap her ankles to the bottom.

“Now I am going to blindfold you Brianna. This is to help you let go. You will need to reach out with your other senses.” He felt the tremble that ran through her body as the blindfold lowered over her eyes. She could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed up against her back. “You are so beautiful Brianna, open and vulnerable to me.” Greg was whispering in her ear, sending sparks of pleasure shooting down her spine.

“Your skin is so soft and pliant begging for my touch. Your breasts fill my hands to overflowing, the nipples hard and aching for my mouth to take them. Your ass begs to be spanked by my hand, turned to a delicious shade of pink. Your sweet, wet cunt waits to grip my cock like a silken glove. Your mouth begs to be kissed and filled with my cum.”

As his voice flowed over Brie, she seemed to lose herself in his words. She could feel each part that he spoke of tingle and tighten, ache to be used as he described her body in detail. He stepped back and she felt cold. Suddenly warmth striped her back. Brie cried out as sensation ripped through her body. The flogger found its mark again and again as Brie strained in her bonds. Her body was on fire. Greg stopped and again pressed his body to hers.

Brie pressed her abused back to him as tightly as she could. She wanted to feel him, all of him. “Please, please take me.” She begged.

“Not yet Brianna, does your body feel on fire? Do you need relief baby?” Her answer was to moan and push Anadolu Yakası escort bayan her body to him even more. He pushed his leg up to her sex letting her rub her aching clit on the rough material. “It’s okay Brianna, let go. Just let yourself feel. I’m right here with you. Feel my hands on your swollen breasts. Feel my fingers pinching and twisting your aching nipples. It feels good doesn’t, baby? Feel my body with yours, let go!”

Greg bit into her shoulder and Brie screamed as the orgasm tore through her body. Wave after wave seemed to shatter her senses and leave her drained in their wake. She slumped in her bonds against Greg as the last crest finally ebbed. Greg released her and caught her as her knees gave way. He sat down in a chair and pulled a blanket around her naked body, holding her close. When she had rested, she looked up at him. “What would you have of me?”

“All of you. But at this moment, I want you on your knees. My cock is aching to be in your mouth.”

Brie slowly slid off of Greg’s lap to her knees. She reached up to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. He raised his hips slightly to give her room to pull his pants down. She pulled his shoes off and then his pants. She lightly kissed her way up his legs to the juncture of his thighs. Brie took his shaft in her hand and kissed the head, savoring the texture against her lips. Her tongue reached out and licked at the underside of the mushroom head. Greg shuddered and Brie felt emboldened. She opened her mouth and took the head into the hot, wet cavern.

She started sucking on just the head encouraging the precum to flow onto her tongue. Slowly, taking more and more of him into her mouth, Brie worked his erection. She loved the way he filled her almost to overflowing. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his delicious cum. Brie worked faster and kept moving until he was in the back of her throat. She tried to relax her muscles to allow him entrance. Greg grabbed the back of her head and started pumping into Brie’s all consuming mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it, Greg erupted onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed as fast as she could. She wanted all of him. When she was done she looked up at him and smiled.

“Brianna you are a very special woman. You are a true born submissive.” She started to speak but he stopped her. “No, I want you to hear me out first. I want you to think about what I am telling you. You don’t like people to be upset with you, you will bend over backwards to work it out with someone that is angry with you. You want to please people. You want to serve. And in your deepest heart, you want to please and serve one person.”

Brie thought about his words. No, she didn’t like people to be mad at her. Yes, she did like to please people. Was the rest true? Thinking about it logically, it was. If she could be special to just one person, to serve and please and …. Oh God! She did want to be owned, to give herself completely. She looked to Greg with dawning horror in her eyes, her own thoughts scaring her to her toes.

“But, I can’t want this. It isn’t right. I shouldn’t want to owned and dominated.”

“Brianna, it is right. Just because escort bayan it is not what is considered ‘normal’ does not make it wrong. We will go slowly. I will help you understand. I have wanted you since I first met you and you will be mine.”

“Now that you have started to accept, we will begin your training. Lie across my lap Brianna.”

Brie got up from the floor and placed herself across Greg’s lap. “You will keep your hands on the floor. I am going to spank you now. Your ass begs for a firm hand and I am tired of holding mine.”

Brie felt the first blow and though it stung, it wasn’t so bad. The second was harder and she gasped at the sting. The next had her crying out and starting to squirm. As the spanking continued Brie started to cry. It was starting to hurt more and more. But, underneath, she could also feel a undeniable tingle beginning in her sex. Incredibly this was exciting her!

Greg stopped the spanking and rubbed the glowing pink cheeks before him. He had been correct; the color was perfect on her. He reached between her legs and felt the moisture overflowing her lips.

“Stand up now Brianna.” Shakily she got to her feet. “I want you to lie down on the table and put your feet up in the stirrups.” Slowly Brie made her way to the table and hissed as she sat down. She laid down and he helped her put her feet up and adjust her position on the table until he was satisfied. He strapped her legs in and put a strap at her waist.

“You are free to move your hands. You may stimulate your breasts if you wish. However, do not reach below your waist Brianna. If you do, you will be punished and your hands will be tied down.”

Greg pulled a table over by her legs and sat on a stool between her thighs. She felt his hot breath on her sex and a shiver raced through her body. She felt his tongue delve into her body and couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure. “You taste so sweet Brianna, so creamy.” As his tongue continued its assault on her cunt, Brie felt his fingernails roaming on the sensitive skin of her rear. The line between pain and pleasure was blurring.

She felt his tongue moving back until finally it touched her anus. “No, not there. You can’t do that.”

“Brianna, you are now mine to do with as I please. You will deny me nothing. Now, just relax and let go.”

His tongue plundered her and she finally abandoned herself to the sensation. She felt something cold and then felt stretched as a finger entered her virgin ass. When a second was added she groaned. “Please, no more.”

“Shh, just relax baby. It will get better in a minute. Play with your nipples.” He started sucking on her clit and Brie felt herself relaxing and even liking the intruders stretching her sphincter. Then Greg began to pump the fingers in and out of her body. She began to move in time with the fingers trying to take more of them into her. Suddenly, something bit into her clit and she screamed as her body tried to rid itself of the intruder.

Greg stood and removed his fingers from her grasping ass. “I have put on a clit clamp Brianna. It will take a moment for you to get used to it.” He guided his raging cock to her dripping sex and very slowly entered her. As his body touched the clamp the fire burning in Brie exploded. Her nails raked the table as the only thing she could reach. Her body convulsed and flew in a million different directions. Her mind exploded and nothing seemed real except where his body joined hers. As she floated back to reality, she saw Greg looking at her with wonder.

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Chapter One

Jacques Du Bourg awoke from his restless sleep and shifted uncomfortably in the large four-post bed. Immediately, his thoughts drifted to his beloved Celeste. He never slept soundly when she was not by his side. He was hopelessly in love with the beautiful slave woman who captured his heart.

Unfortunately, their love was forbidden. Claude, Jacques’ father forbade the relationship to continue, although in vain. His father demanded that Jacques follow in his footsteps, go off to war, taking over his sugar plantation, and eventually marrying, to a Caucasian woman, nonetheless.

With a lazy groan, he rose and sat on the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the cool, wooden floor. He imagined life without Celeste as he starred into the abyss of the pitch black room. His life would be just that. Pitch black, nothing else would matter. He shuddered at the thought. Closing his eyes, he briefly recalled the heated conversation between he and his father.

* * * *

“It is not permissible Jacques. I forbid you to carry on with Celeste as you do. What will others think? I suggest you end it, now!”

“Father, I mean you no disrespect. I will not end my relationship with Celeste. I love her.”

“You know not what you say son.” Claude placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, sympathizing with he lad. Jacques was stubborn, a trait inherited from his mother, Alexandrine who passed a year ago.

“Simply use her Jacques to ease your sexual desires until you find a woman you are meant to be with. Even then, you can still continue to sate your lust with Celeste.” Claude’s words were cold and harsh.

“No father. Celeste means much more than a simple night’s passion.”

“That is my worry boy. Most masters visit their slave women in the night, in slave’s quarters. But you—You must go to the extreme, bringing her into your bed, and our home! Surely the other slaves speak of your trysts with her. Not to mention the fact, she is five years your senior. Not a good mix, I assure you. This will end in nothing but tragedy!”

“Father, twenty-seven is not beyond my reach. She is a beautiful woman. Why do you not give her a chance? Why can you not see, I love her?”

Jacques saw the tortured, concerned look within his father’s eyes. “My, son. Such a young, foolish boy you are. Claude cupped his son’s face between his large hands. Look around you. This is America. Would you proudly parade around with her attached to your arm in the streets of New Orleans?” Jacques hung his head, knowing he and Celeste would never be accepted, not in this land. In France, they’d have a chance, most likely there would be very few couples like them. Looks would follow them everywhere, but marriage would be legal.

“If you care for her as you claim to, you will not carry this any further. There are some who would not hesitate to kill her on sight if you flaunted your feelings for her in the public eye.”

“Then, I shall return to our homeland with her. America is cruel compared to our beloved France. You know that father.” Claude stroked his gray beard, admiring his son’s persistence.

“I fear for you. I truly do. Many do not tolerate the mixing of the races. I, myself would never go as far as the other slave-owners. I treat my slave well. I don’t believe in the brutality many owners subject their slaves to. I can assure you, harm may come to you both Jacques.”

“Such stupidity. Why is it perfectly well for a married man to bed a slave woman? Why sneak off into the night, to slave quarters to satisfy lustful yearnings? I find it cowardly! Why should a man, such as myself hide his feelings towards the woman he loves?”

“How dare you talk to me in such a manner? Are you insinuating that I’m a coward? I was once in such a predicament as yourself, a year after your mother and I settled this land!”

“I know father, mother often told me how it pained her, knowing you ventured off to the slave quarters in the night. How can that be right?”

“I was young then, my son. I loved your mother, but could not resist the temptation of beautiful dark skin. What was I to do, dismiss Alexandrine? She was my wife.”

“Did you love the slave girl you were with?” Jacques peered deep into his father’s eyes, forcing Claude to shift his weight on his other foot. Eventually, the man turned, slowly walking towards the window.

“I loved Adelaide,” Claude hung his head in shame. I could not help myself, I loved both women. Adelaide often accompanied me istanbul escort to the market, keeping her distance behind me. Pretty soon, our relationship was discovered. Somehow, she was lynched.”

“Why have you waited until now to share this with me?” Couldn’t you have protected Adelaide?”

“Someone, perhaps another slave murdered her in the night. Do you wish the same fate to befall you and Celeste?”

“You mean to tell me, you never knew who murdered her?”

“Alas my son, no. I was devastated. Since then, never have I fallen into the arms of another slave woman. It is forbidden and unnecessary. The heartache it brought about could have been avoided.”

“Things will be different for Celeste and I.”

“I see there is no use in speaking of this matter further. You have been warned Jacques. I leave it up to you.” Claude turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Jacques to his thoughts.

* * * *

Jacques slowly rose to his feet, stretching taut muscles. It was well past the time for him to meet Celeste at the slave quarters. He would then accompany his lady to his house, and eventually, his bed. His cock stiffened as he imagined taking his time and unwrapping her like a long awaited present. The need to feel his skin against hers was overwhelming. .

Wasting no time, Jacques strolled out his room and down the small corridor and out the back door of the house. The blasted floor boards creaked with his weight, making him cringe. God knows, he didn’t need to hear father’s arguments tonight, however, he didn’t want an ear pressed against his door, either. Once outside, warm summer air greeted him and his heart raced in anticipation of seeing Celeste again.

Ahead in the distance, she stood. A smile slowly crossed her face and her eyes lit up. Jacques heart thudded wildly against his chest as he came closer to his beloved.

“Jacques!” Celeste flung herself against his hardened chest. He towered over the petite slave girl by inches. Her head rested comfortably against the center of his chest. Her small arms entwined around his waist, sending electrifying currents throughout his body. He could never love another, he thought.

Slowly, he bent down, tasting her full lips. A moan escaped his lips as he inhaled her natural body scent. Their tongues dueled in a sacred dance, fueling the fire for what was to come.

He picked her up in his arms, and headed towards the manor until Celeste protested.

“Take me in the field.” Celeste enjoyed making love outdoors. They had on many occasion made love next to the river, or in the woods, hidden from the view of others.

“No.” Jacques voice was firm, and husky. “I wish to have you in my bed tonight my love.” He grew impatient with each exciting moment. The warmth of his bed called to him. Celeste pouted, in hopes to change the man’s mind, but he stood firm.

“What makes you think you can coerce me into giving in to you?” Jacques planted a kiss on the luscious lips that would soon offer him pleasure in the most erotic of ways. She melted him on the inside, using her power of persuasion, but his will was strong, he refused to allow her to sway him. Of course, she was just toying with him. If she really was hell bent on bending his will, she would, he was certain.

“Oh Jacques.” She nuzzled her head against his chest, and his pulse soared at the crackling energies their bodies summoned when locked in a tight embrace.

“My sweetest Celeste, I wish to awaken in a warm bed to you in la petit matin, The early morning.” Jacques quickened his pace as his engorged cock sought freedom from his trousers. Freedom, planted firmly within Celeste’s core.

Arriving to his room, and once inside, Jacques gently sat Celeste on the side of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he slowly hoisted her skirts up, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. Her legs were strong and well defined, from all the years of working in her former masters’ fields. She became a house servant once Claude purchased her from another slave trader.

Slowly, Jacques ran his hands lovingly up Celeste’s thighs, eliciting soft moans from her lips. He loved it when she repeatedly called his name as her arousal heightened. Her musky feminine scent accosted his nostrils and he groaned. Further, his hands journeyed to the spot he so craved of his beloved.

“Du matin au soir From morning till night, I need you in my arms.” Jacques breathed against Celeste’s silken thigh, claiming her fragrant arousal with his Escort Anadolu Yakası tongue. To his delight, she arched her back, threading her delicate hands through dark sandy blond hair.

“Ah, you are so sweet, Celeste.” Without further ado, Jacques’ hands disappeared beneath the firm, plump rear of his love, pulling her wet mound against his face. His tongue parted Celeste’s wet folds and her moans increased. He groaned as swift strokes of his tongue caused her body to shiver with desire.

Brazingly, Celeste parted her legs further, enjoying he exquisite pleasure Jacques succumbed her to. He loved it! His Celeste was an insatiable one, and not afraid to explore further regions of pleasure. That in combination with her warm, loving nature, Jacques knew long ago he had found his love interest.

“Oh, my Dear God, Take me now Jacques!” She placed a loving hand on his cheek, forcing him away from her pussy. His heart lurched at the pleading brown eyes. A smile unfolded upon his face as he slowly rose, untying the laces of his trousers. Celeste was in the process of shedding her clothing when Jacques assisted her. Anticipation danced inside him as he waited to see the luscious curves of her petite frame.

Gently, he pushed Celeste back onto the cool bedcovers, his body covering hers. They groaned in unison at the exquisite touch of one another’s hot naked flesh. Jacques ground his hard cock against the wetness of her soft flesh, all while gathering firm round breasts within his hands.

* * * *

She lovingly stroked Jacques’ hair as she watched him guide her chocolate nipple into his mouth. Her lips parted with pleasure as she watched his tongue stroke the hardened tip. Gently, he grasped it between his teeth, tugging at it ever so lightly. Affectionately, he offered the same treatment to the other breast.

“Ah, never stop!” She thrust her hips against his rock hard cock while his strong hands lovingly caressed her full, luscious breasts. Her breath abandoned her as he shifted his weight to the side of her body, allowing a hand to lower between her thighs. Lightly stroking the fleshy bud, he intensified her pleasure ten fold. Slowly, his finger slipped inside her. As she moaned, Jacques brought his mouth down, hard upon hers. They kissed, as if they would never see one another again. Deep and passionate, a fire that was ignited long ago burned, threatening to reach the surface.

She watched as her lover eased his finger out of her swollen folds and slipped it into his mouth. Passionately, he suckled his juice laden finger, bringing new heights to her pleasure.

“Now Jacques!” Celeste breathlessly pleaded him to take that last step that would once again join them as one. She wanted to mold with him, escaping to the highest regions of their passion. She yearned for the experience of not knowing where he began and she ended, for their love was infinite.

* * * *

Jacques rose above her, gently settling between her thighs. His cock seized he opportunity to politely slip inside Celeste, bringing forth tortured moans from both parties.

Chapter Two

She awoke abruptly, as though someone frightened her out of her dream. The dream was still fresh in her memory. She loathed her dreams, and regretted her gift of premonition.

Her body ached, but in a way that left her craving Jacques’ attention. She rose on her elbows, staring off into the dimly lit room. It was possible he was attending to some business with Claude. Such a liar she was to herself. No, they must be arguing again, about her sleeping in the house, instead of the slave quarters. His father often plotted, seeking ways to drive a wedge between them.

Sighing, she turned on her side, lying in a fetal position. The dreams were growing much stronger, and she feared for her safety, as well as Jacques’.

Fear clung heavily to her fragile eggshell mind, as she tried her best to interpret the impeding force coming their way.

The power of clairvoyance allowed her to dwelve into the past, and forsee the future. At the age of thirty, her power of premonition escalated. Sometimes she loved her gift, other times she thought it to be dreaded curse, thrust upon her by the cruelty of the Universe, and the one who sought her demise. Yes, it was no mystery to her. Someone, or something sought to claim her, and destroy Jacques in the process.

In these nightmares, she often saw dreadful images of tortured slaves, crying out for their souls to the one who devoured Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort their pain without remorse.

Restless, and annoyed, Celeste turned on her side, in an effort to ease her wandering mind. She wanted sleep, but would gratefully pass on the dreams. She knew soon, her life would be turned upside down. Fear and hatred would wreak havoc over the plantation, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

“Jacques, where are you?” Celeste shivered as loneliness claimed her, making her yearn for the warm embrace of the one who would lay down his life for her without a doubt.

As she lay, awaiting her first and only love, Celeste contemplated existing in a world where slaves were not slaves, but equals to their white counterparts. She often pondered if things would ever change.

Failing to confess her reservations to Jacques, out of fear of hurting his feelings, there had been moments she thought it best for them to go their separate ways. After all, that would mean him granting her freedom.

“Celeste.” The door to the bedroom opened and closed. Her pulse quickened, and her heart fluttered. His manly scent filled her nostrils, peaking her libido.

“Where have you been?” she raised up on her elbows, and smiled as Jacques sat the lantern down on the Mahogany stand, next to the bed.

“I’ve been talking with father.” Jacques sounded agitated as he slipped beneath the bedcovers, scooping her up in his strong arms. “He’s impossible.” Her lover planted a firm, loving kiss on her lips.

“Jacques, do not lie to me,” Celeste murmured in a low voice. “You were arguing, over me.” Disappointment claimed her.

“I told you, not to worry. We are behind closed doors, and what goes on in my bedroom, is my business? Is that anyway on clear?” Jacques slipped a finger beneath her chin.

“Yes Jacques.”

Sighing in relief, a smile curved the edge of her lips as she nuzzled against her lover’s chest. She’d live a good life, better than many slaves, existing outside the DuBourg plantation. Claude wasn’t a prejudiced man, and treated his slaves better than any other master in the vicinity.

Tears brimmed in her eyes. Unfortunately, Claude frowned upon the coupling, insisting it would bring turmoil to the entire household. Unfortunately, she knew, that was true. Like a waterfall, her tears fell at the thought of her walking behind Jacques in public, instead of beside him, or on his arm, like a regular couple. Like a white couple.

Was she wrong to desire these things with Jacques? If she gave into her desires, her visions of being a normal couple, they both would be killed on site, for sure. Of course, she’d be lynched, and Jacques, well, his safety would be jeopardized as well, but she’d suffer the brunt of things.

Many times she thought she should settle, and find another slave who would possibly love her for the rest of her life. But, who the hell was she kidding. She had no eyes for another.

She sighed. How many times did she have to endure white women, potential wives, throwing themselves at Jacques, before her very eyes. She’d bitten her lip, until it bled, many times, fighting hard to cover her feelings up.

Conveniently, she placed her arm beneath her face, so her white cotton nightgown captured her falling tears. Jacques planted a kiss on top of her tightly coiled hair.

“What is wrong, Celeste?” She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of speaking her feelings. He’d always noticed, he knew everything about her, that was the bond they shared.

“Nothing, all is well,” Celeste lied. “I’m tired Jacques, and want to sleep. She rolled over, hoping he’d bought her lie.

“Are you sure?” She felt his large hand rub her back, and the waterfall of tears began again.

“I’m sure!” She summoned every ounce of strength to make her voice sound “normal.” “I’m tired, is all.”

Patting her back, Jacques sighed. “So be it.” She cringed. Jacques knew she was lying, she felt it in her bones, but he was one never to push the issue, and for that, she loved him.

Relieved, Celeste pulled the covers up to her neck, wanting to be alone with her own thoughts. She continued thinking of all the negativities, threatening, like a black plague to tear them apart.

On top of all the other antagonists, Celeste was a witch. Another cross she and Jacques must carry, lest she be hung, if anyone ever discovered her secret. Jacques was a witness to her powers, and of course, kept her secret.

The only thing he didn’t believe in was the secret of the Louisiana Bayou, where beings lurked. There were many nights they’d argue after he caught her chanting, and laying down her potions on the outskirts of the plantation. Even with her power, there was nothing she could do to convince Jacques a certain evil existed.

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Jay’s Sex Club Adventures Ch. 08

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A little later that evening at Rob’s party, after our very serious conversation, Lisa and I finished my bottle of Jack Daniels together. And by this time, we were both pretty fucking drunk… Rob was already inside, passed out on the couch.

Hell, just about everyone here was either drunk, or if they had brought weed, were stoned. I wandered into the house, heading for the bathroom to relieve my bladder. My stomach churned a little as I walked towards the restroom, and for a moment I worried that I may end up puking. I started walking faster, throwing open the bathroom door, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet, but… nothing.

Thank god for that much. After a few moments, when I was sure that nothing was going to come up, I got back to my feet and sighed in relief. I lifted the toilet seat, pulled out my dick and started to relieve my bladder. When I finished, I thought maybe I needed some water… hopefully, that would help relieve some of my nausea.

I realized it had been two years since the last time I drank as much Jack Daniels as this, so I figured it was best to try and sober up before I got sick.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, and found a clean glass before pouring myself a glass of water, I took a long swig and sighed. It tasted like heaven going down, and I quickly emptied the rest. Turning the sink on again, I started refilling the glass, and as I did, I heard footsteps behind me.

“You okay there,” came an unfamiliar voice.

I turned around, to find myself looking at a tall woman, maybe in her early thirties with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. She had an incredible body, and was wearing a tank top that showed a nice view of her tits. She also wore a white skirt, showing off her sexy smooth legs.

“Uh… y-yeah, just needed to sober up some,” I slurred.

“You look pretty drunk. are you sure you don’t need a hand?”

“No, no I… just wanted some water.”

She leaned against the kitchen counter, as did I, and her kind smile turned a bit more seductive.

“You must be Jay,” she said, “I’ve heard a lot about you… like how you’re really good at sucking cock.”

“Oh… who told you that?”

“Kendra,” she said, to my surprise, “She’s a good friend of mine.”

That was great, I now wondered if this girl had a dick as big as Kendra’s. Maybe that was why Kendra suggested me to her.

“Listen… if you feel good enough later… meet me upstairs in the guest bedroom. We can have plenty of fun together, I’m sure.”

I took another swig from my glass nervously, and the girl laughed, helping me into the living room. I sat down on the couch across from where Rob was sound asleep. Making myself comfortable, I looked at her… the room was spinning, and so was she.

Groaning loudly, I sat the glass down on the floor and lay back on the couch. She smiled down at me.

“Thanks,” I muttered, sleepily. She faded out, as did the sounds that I could hear coming from out in the backyard… I had passed out.

When I woke sometime later, I again groaned, pushing myself up into a sitting position. My stomach churned, and I leaped off the couch making a dash for the bathroom… but this time, there was no holding back the contents of my stomach. Half a bottle of Jack had done me in. Back in the day I could have handled it, but it had been too long since I’d been drinking this heavily.

When I finished, I sat on the floor next to the toilet, totally exhausted.

I didn’t really want to get up for fear of not being able to make it back to the bathroom again if I had to. The doorknob turned, but it was locked.

“Whose there,” I yelled.

“Jay, is that you?” a very concerned Holly asked,

“It’s me, are you alright?”

Grunting, I pushed myself onto my knees and unlocked the bathroom door, pulling the door open and letting her in.

“Holy shit! Baby… you look like hell.”

“I feel like hell,” I laughed. Holly didn’t appear that drunk to my surprise, as she started laughing and shut the door behind her, and sitting down on the floor with me.

“To much Jack,” I groaned. “Where… oh boy… where’s Lisa?”

“Passed out on the couch. I just helped get her comfortable.”

“At least one of us is sleeping,” I said.

“Well, when you’re sure your okay, I’ll help you get up to the guest room,” she offered.

I smiled and nodded my head as she started rubbing my back. It was good to have someone at my side, trying to comfort me… I hated being sick while drinking. It was the only reason I hated drinking that heavily.

“Hey Holly… who was the girl with the Sandy blonde hair and the white skirt and tank top?”

“Oh… are you talking about Christy?”

“I guess so. She ran into me in the kitchen and I think she made a pass at me.”

Holly started laughing, and I chuckled, weakly. I leaned my head back against the wall and cleared my throat, continuing to explain.

“She told me to meet her in the guest room if I was interested. Said she was friends with Kendra, and that she Anadolu Yakası escort heard a lot about me.”

“Well, you are way too drunk for that right now. I won’t let you go hooking up with anyone if you’re this messed up Jay. If you want to hook up with Christy, you can do it when you’re sober.”

“Should I though? I mean, what do you know about her?”

“She’s pretty nice. She’s got a big cock,” she laughed, “Not as big as Kendra though from what I hear, but she damn sure knows how to use it.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that mean?”

“I don’t know,” Holly shrugged her shoulders, “I hear she has this special trick that she’s able to do while she’s fucking a guy in the ass… they say she’s really flexible, and since she’s pretty big, she can actually fuck you in the ass in missionary, and suck your cock at the same time.”

“No fucking way,” I blurted out. We both started laughing, and I shook my head, trying to take in what she had just told me about this girl. If it was true though… damn! It had to take some serious talent to do that. It sounded hot too, and I could just imagine taking a good pounding, while getting my cock sucked by the same person giving me the pounding.

“I think I’ll give her a try,” I said.

“Fine honey… but not tonight. Like I said-“

“Yeah, yeah… I know! I’m too drunk. What would I do without you?”

“I’m not sure,” Holly laughed, “but you’re lucky to have someone like me watching over you. You and Lisa both for that matter!”

When I felt like I was good to go, Holly helped me get back up on my feet and then helped me up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Christy wasn’t in there, which was no big deal. I would get her number from someone in the morning if she wasn’t still at the party by the time I woke up.

I flopped down on the mattress, and started laughing as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I kicked off my shoes, and Holly helped me get out of my pants. Once I was stripped down to my boxers, I collapsed face first into the pillow and groaned, as the room started spinning once again.

“Thanks Holly,” I mumbled.

“No problem Jay. Now it’s my turn to get some rest.”

I heard the door click shut behind me, and I sighed as my body began to relax. I was ready for sleep, but the only problem was, this room was so damn hot I couldn’t take it. Figuring no one would care, even if they walked in and saw me, I slipped out of my boxers and proceeded to bury my face in the pillow once again.

Sleep overcame me quickly, as the cool night breeze swept over my nude body.

I woke again about midway through the night. I wasn’t sure what time it was. I just knew that I had been woken up by the presence of someone else in the room with me. I had even heard the door opening and closing. Shivering, I stayed totally still and tried to get back to sleep. I assumed it was probably Lisa or Holly, and figured it would be nice if we would sleep in the same bed anyway.

“I knew I would find you in here sexy,”

The voice did not belong to Lisa or Holly; I did vaguely recognize it though, and I knew who it was… it was Christy. Holly had insisted I was too drunk to have sex with anyone, but Christy was here right now, I was naked and also a bit horny… as well as very curious about whether what she told me about Christy was true.

I heard the soft patting of her feet on the carpet coming towards the bed. I felt the edge of the mattress pushing down, as her weight moved over top of me. I remained flat on my stomach, face against pillow, as Christy crawled over me. The warmth of her body felt good, and I sighed as she relieved the chill that had been running up my spine.

Then I felt something big and hard rubbing against my ass crack, and I knew just what it was… damn, she did feel pretty big. Suddenly, Christy turned me onto my back and smiled at me before kissing me on the lips. I embraced her, kissing back, our tongues locking together.

After a few seconds of kissing, she started teasing my nipples with her tongue while reaching down to take hold of my dick and stroke it for me. Up and down her hand glided over my dick, while her tongue continued licking at my nipples, and she began to suck on them as well.

“I want to suck your cock baby,” she whispered.

She slid down some and wrapped her lips around my dick. It felt so wet, and warm, but even though the booze was wearing off, I noticed there was a bit of a problem… as good as all of this felt, I couldn’t seem to get hard. She had made out with me, played with my nipples, and was now straight up sucking my cock… and I still couldn’t get a hard-on.

What the hell was going on, I wondered. Then it dawned on me… I was sobering up, but I obviously still had a bad case of whiskey dick as I liked to call it during my college days. Christy stopped sucking, and looked up at me a bit confused and I leaned my head back in shame and embarrassment. I worried that she might be angry with me or something, and I hoped I was wrong.

“I’m Anadolu Yakası escort bayan sorry… this isn’t normal for me, I swear.”

“What’s the matter?” she asked a little confused.

“I… I think I drank too much. I got whiskey dick,” I laughed.

“That’s it?” Christy asked.

I gave an uncertain look and then she laughed as well, kissing me on the lips.

“I was worried I was doing something wrong or that you weren’t attracted to me or something. If it’s just because you’re drunk, that makes me feel a lot better… there are other ways to please the both of us.”

I laughed, certain I knew what she meant by that but not so sure I wanted to take that step… after all, she was supposedly as big as Kendra. Holly said they weren’t the exact same size though, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad and I definitely was very curious about her ‘trick’.

“So Jay… if you can’t get it up, that’s okay. Because I can get it way up, so we can just… reverse the roles a little, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I replied.

“Good,” she said, as she stood up on the mattress and slowly slid her skirt down her smooth legs.

I was surprised to see that this whole time she had not even been wearing any panties under that skirt. So as soon as she pulled the skirt off, her cock sprang free immediately, fully erect and huge.

Holly was right. Christy was definitely very large. Still not as big as Kendra though, which was good in my opinion, because it meant I stood a better chance of experiencing less pain when it was over.

Christy stood over me, with her feet planted on the mattress on either side of my head, her huge cock dangling right above me. Smirking down at me, she started to lower herself down until her cock and balls were right over my face. I opened my mouth as her balls slipped in, and I started sucking on them both, one at a time. Christy moaned, leaning her head back as I sucked on her nuts, and she started stroking her cock.

After a few moments, she let go of her cock and pushed that between my lips. It took a few seconds for me to accommodate her size, and once I had adjusted, she slid all the way to the back of my throat with ease. It wasn’t fitting her entire length in my mouth that worried me… it was fitting it all in my ass that I was unsure of.

It had been a while since I last took a pounding; since my experience with Kendra to be exact. So I was certain it would probably be extra tight for her back there. With her eight-inch monster deep down my throat, I gagged, loving it, and sucked her to the point where I knew she was enjoying herself.

“Mmmm yeah! Kendra wasn’t lying, you’re really good at this!”

I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her a little deeper into my mouth and squeezing her cheeks. Her balls resting against my chin, I inhaled through my nostrils, taking in the musky aroma that I loved so much.

“Fuck,” she sighed. “I’m going to cum…we have to stop, I’m not ready!”

She backed off quickly, not wanting to go over the edge yet, and while panting, she leaned in to kiss me on the lips with a big sexy grin on her face.

“You’re a real cock slut, you know that Jay?”

“So I’m told,” I laughed.

“Now… I’m going to fuck that sweet little ass of yours too,” she said.

She grabbed me by the ankles, and lifted my legs all the way up to her shoulders but slid down some so that her face was right in front of my ass. She spread my cheeks, and I felt her hot breath on my hole as she leaned in and started to tongue my crack.

Up and down along the ass crack her tongue went, lubing up my hole real good. She waited until I was nice and wet from her saliva, before I felt her slowly inserting her index finger. It was no big deal, as it slipped right in with ease and I sighed as I felt her pressing against my prostate. That was only one finger though…

After working her index in and out for a few minutes, Christy slowly inserted a second finger, and I felt myself slowly stretching for her. It still didn’t hurt, although it was more uncomfortable for the time being than painful.

Two minutes later, she was slowly guiding three whole fingers into my asshole, pushing them all into me until they were up to the knuckles.

“You’re really tight for having been fucked by Kendra.”

“It’s been a few months,” I admitted, “Kendra really stretched me out, and I’ve been taking some time off from the submissive role.”

“Oh really,” she laughed, “So I’m the first you’ve been with since her?”

“Mmhm,” I replied.

“Well, that makes me feel kind of special,” she giggled.

Christy withdrew all her fingers and went back to licking my hole, which was now spread pretty wide. I wasn’t gaping exactly, but I was wide enough, as far as I was concerned, for Christy to proceed.

“I think you’re ready to go,” she said, as if reading my mind.

She reached over to the nightstand and started digging through the drawer for what I figured was a bottle escort bayan of lube… after a minute or two though, she sighed in frustration.

“Damn it! They don’t have any lube in here.”

“Oh… what uh… what are we going to do?”

“Hm… well, I think you’re wide enough… we could rely on spit if you’re okay with that. I won’t make you do anything your uncomfortable with.”

I thought it over and it sounded risky. But if she used a fair amount of spit it might not be totally bad, however the only way to determine that was to actually give it a shot.

“Alright,” I said nervously, “But… use enough, okay? And be gentle.”

“Don’t worry Jay, I’ve done this plenty of times. I can make it work.”

Christy had me turn over onto my stomach again, and she smacked my ass. I laughed as she did this a few more times, before spreading my cheeks and leaning in to start licking my hole again. She spent a good two minutes eating my ass, running her tongue back and forth between my asshole and my balls and finger fucking me at the same time.

After about three minutes, she moved around to the side of me and shoved her cock into my mouth.

“Get me nice and wet baby,” she said seductively. I sucked, and slurped, deep throating her for about a minute and a half before she backed away,

“That’s good enough.”

Trusting her, I buried my face in the pillow as she moved behind me again and spread my cheeks. I heard her spit and then felt it hitting my asshole. I thought I was already well lubricated, but I guess it didn’t hurt to make absolutely sure. I felt her weight pushing down on me now, and I could feel her huge cock probing at my asshole.

She moved it up and down along the crack for a moment or two before grabbing her dick and pushing it into me. I gasped, biting my lip and gripping the sheets as she pushed all the way into me. Within a matter of seconds, I could feel her hot balls against me, and I knew she had buried all eight inches in my ass.

It wasn’t painful at all, to my surprise, just the immediate feeling of fullness was one that I had forgotten in the few months I had stopped being submissive. After the initial shock wore off however, I remembered why I had enjoyed that sensation so much.

Christy waited until she was sure I was alright, then slowly withdrew her cock from my ass until only the head remained inside of me. Suddenly, with zero mercy, she rammed all eight inches back inside of me to the hilt once again.

I gasped again, my body jumping underneath of her as she pulled back once again and repeated the same action. She did this over and over again, pounding my ass, the bed shaking underneath of us as I felt her breasts pushing into my back.

“You’re so tight baby,” she whispered in my ear.

“It feels so good.”

“Oh fuck! Christy…f-fuck me,”

“You want me to fuck you harder sweetie?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me… tell me what you want Jay.”

“I want you to fuck me… fuck me harder!”

She happily obliged, as she lifted herself about halfway off the bed and dropped back down into me. She grabbed my hips and started slamming in and out of me, flesh slapping against flesh, fucking me as if I had never been fucked before.

This kept up for about three minutes straight, and at this point, my cock was starting to leak pre-cum although it was still not fully erect.

Christy finally pulled out of my ass, and flipped me over onto my back, lifting my legs up to her shoulders and plunging right back in.

“Oh fuck,” I shouted, as she rammed back into me and resumed fucking the hell out of me.

In missionary now, she was able to slide much deeper than she had been able to while we were in doggy style. I always preferred to be fucked in missionary, and with Christy, it was no different.

She was now slowing her pace, from a vicious thrust, to more of a gentle fuck and it felt like she was making love to me. Regardless, it felt just as good as it felt when she had been pounding the hell out of me. She started licking and sucking my neck and my earlobe as she had done earlier and then I felt her hand wrap around my cock.

“Look at that baby,” I heard her say, breathing heavy, “I may have helped you cure your case of whiskey dick!”

I hadn’t noticed until she pointed it out, but Christy was right, my cock was as hard as steel right now. She started stroking me, her hand moving in a blur and continued fucking me at the same time. She trained her lips to my nipples, licking, sucking, and biting gently. My breathing was getting heavier, and I was starting to feel like I might be getting close.

“Hey Jay… wanna see something really cool?”

“Huh?”

“Watch this,” she said.

She straightened her back a bit and lifted my legs up higher while keeping her cock halfway in my ass. Lifting me up as far as she could, Christy leaned her head in close and right before my eyes she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking!

I couldn’t believe it… Holly had been totally right. Christy could suck dick while fucking ass at the same time… it was an amazing talent. One that quickly had me shaking underneath of her and moaning a bit louder than I wanted to, as my orgasm rushed through my body. It was the same kind I had experienced from only two other people… Kendra and Annie.

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High School Futa Ch. 09

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Author Note: All characters are above the age of 18.

—

Before she could make a decision about the whole Pornhub deal, Emma had one thing to take care of. A wager she’d lost. It had been a few days since everything kind of converged, and Emma wasn’t particularly busy. So, in between making light-hearted fun of some “ugly” pictures Lindsey took of herself, she texted Ms. Cara.

Me: Hey 🙂

Ms. Exotic: Oh, my favorite student…

Ms. Exotic: How are you? I heard you have a swimming thing coming up.

Me: Yeah, I’m ready though. I’ve been training my butt off.

Ms. Exotic: Oh no, don’t do that. I like that butt <3

Me: You can see it soon if you want to…

Ms. Exotic: Are you free?

Me: Today and tomorrow.

Ms. Exotic: Why wait? Come home today. And…

At this, Emma raised an eyebrow.

Ms. Exotic: If you want to bring a friend, you can.

Me: But you won the bet?

Ms. Exotic: Just means I won’t be a slave *this time*, not that you can’t share me

Emma’s heart sped up, and all she was doing was sitting in bed.

Me: I’ll see.

Ms. Exotic: Parfaite

Cara sent her an address, along with the words “come whenever. I’ll be home all day.” Emma breathed in. Despite everything that had happened so far, it was still somewhat shocking that this was her life. That she was lucky enough to be in this position.

Cara’s words left one question though. Who should I bring? Emma asked herself. The quick answer, of course, was Lindsey. The two of them had been official for long enough for people around them to know, and long enough for her to officially occupy a spot in Emma’s mind as “the treasured girlfriend”. But, when Emma’s bedroom door opened to reveal a tan-skinned cheerleader with a playful smile on her face, Emma determined that she’d been neglecting Gabriella for a bit too long.

She stood and with no warning, kissed her softly on the lips.

“Whoa, someone woke up affectionate.”

“I have a bit of a proposition for you.” Emma started.

“Drink your coffee first.” Gabriella ordered. “If we’re starting the day off like this we’re not doing it low energy.”

“You made me coffee!?”

“Of course,” Gabriella pressed her own kiss to Emma’s lips. “I wanna be the best side ho you’ll ever have.”

“You are not a side ho.” Emma replied with a smile. “You know I love you.”

“Yeah, you definitely need some coffee.” Gabriella chuckled.

They had breakfast of eggs and bacon. With how, well, to be frank, un-romantic Gabriella tended to be, Emma sometimes forgot that she was dating her just as much as she was dating Lindsey. And yet, Gabriella had proven to be able to provide in aspects where Lindsey couldn’t.

Not that it made her better than Lindsey or anything, rather, it made her think about how both girls, when put together, formed this experience that she was incredibly lucky to form a part of.

“Thanks, this is great.” Emma smiled at her.

“It’s just eggs dude.” Gabriella replied with a blush.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Are you okay?” Gabriella asked.

“What? Why?”

“You’ve been looking at me with heart-eyes all day. Well, all three hours of it. Not that I’m complaining, it’s just, I’m not used to it.”

“If you ask me, I haven’t been giving you enough heart-eyes.” Gabriella laughed and shook her head. “Anyway, it kinda has to do with the proposition.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking, you know, we haven’t really done anything.”

“Hey, I told you, I’m not a walks-on-the-beach kinda girl. Save that for Lindsey.”

“No, not like that. Just, special shit. In general, you know?”

“Oh?” Gabriella leaned forwards a little. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Emma shifted in her seat. “When I woke up, Cara texted me.”

“Ms. Leblanc?” Gabriella grinned. “First name basis already?”

“Shut up.” Emma chuckled lowly. “Anywayyy, she, uh, offered me something.”

“Sexuallly?”

“Mhm.”

“Congrats. Have fun.”

“… You can have fun too, if you want.”

At that, Gabriella had lifted a spoon to her lips and froze in place. The egg in the spoon fell back to her plate with a plop.

“What?”

“She told me I can, uh, bring someone, if I wanna.” Emma looked away. “I was thinking I’d bring you, if you wanted.”

“Whoa.”

“New favorite word?”

“Shut up.” Gabriella threw a piece of egg at Emma who squealed and dodged away. “Holy shit. You mean… A threesome?”

“Uh, yeah.” Emma nodded.

“Just like that?”

“Apparently.”

“Holy shit…”

“I was thinking too, I’d like to ask her about the whole Pornhub thing, when we’re, uh, finished.”

“Get the milf- I mean, the mature opinion, you mean?”

“As far as I know she isn’t a mother, so no.”

“Mature I’d Like to Fuck. Same difference.”

“Do you wanna fuck her with me or not?” Emma asked light-heartedly.

“Well… I mean, I’d be insane to say no, right?” Gabriella laughed awkwardly. “I mean, she’s like, really hot right? And…” istanbul escort

“Are you okay?” Emma asked, squinting at Gabriella.

“What? Yeah, o-of course.”

“Gabriella? Stuttering? Really?”

“Fuck off.” Gabriella blushed, looking away. Emma thought about it. What could be the problem? She asked herself. I mean, I can’t imagine Gabriella doesn’t think she’s hot, everyone does, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if…

“You have a crush on her.” Emma realized.

“Hah, no I don’t.”

“You actually have a crush on Cara!”

“I will not participate in your insanity.” Gabriella stood up.

“Holy shit! Gabriella is actually nervous for someone!” A deep laugh bubbled out of Emma. Out of everything that could have been the case, she hadn’t seen this coming.

Gabriella didn’t leave, instead, she crossed her arms, pouting as hard as she could.

“Fine. Okay, yeah. I have a crush on her.”

“Dude, that’s great!” Emma stood up and wrapped her strong arms around Gabriella, lifting her up in the air (much to the cheerleader’s chagrin) “You’re growing up so fast!”

Gabriella spanked her as hard as she could, making Emma lose her grip and let her back down.

“Ow!”

“Fine.” Gabriella replied.

“What?”

“Fine. I’ll go with you.” Emma grinned sadistically. “Cuz I’m curious! Nothing else!”

—

An hour later, they arrived at a two-floor white house in a regular suburban neighborhood in middle-class America. She was half-expecting a sitcom theme song to pop in like “Here are the Futas and co! Here to fuck the French teacher in the assho-

“We’re here.” Gabriella noted.

“Well, shit.” Emma smiled at the cheerleader as she let Cara know through a message.

“So, uh…” Gabriella looked out the window. “What’s she like?”

“Very smart. Did you know she’s a teacher?”

“Haha.” Gabriella rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean!”

“She’s hot as fuck and sweet on top of that.” Emma summarized. “Relax. You’ll have fun. Just be yourself.” Emma leaned towards her and pressed a kiss on her cheek to reassure her.

She had been talking to Lindsey at red lights on the way here.

Me: Well, I’m here, ttyl Lee~

~Lindsey~: Have fun, love 🙂

Emma’s heart melted. Lindsey had been especially affectionate these days. Putting her phone in her pockets, she got out of the car along with Gabriella. Finally, they were standing there. Just them and a door standing between the two of them and the reality of a threesome.

Group sex is a wonderful thing. But in all of Emma’s life, she’d never imagined that she’d experience it. And yet, here she was, about to have a… Moment, a moment with one of her favorite people in Gabriella and one of the hottest women she’d ever met.

“Let’s go.” Emma knocked on the door.

Ten seconds, twenty, then it opened.

Foreplay is a wonderful thing. Yet, Emma hadn’t yet gotten to know all the different forms it came in. One of them, as she was experiencing now, was instant. When the door swung open, it revealed a french woman in silk pink robes that hung just low enough to reveal 50% of her chest and legs.

“H-Hi.” Emma stuttered. She’d seen a lot of erotic stuff in the past couple of weeks, but dear god this was something else. She felt like she’d stumbled into a trashy 80s porno. Which, she found out, was a lot less laughable when you were the one in it.

“Oh shit…” Gabriella whispered beside her.

“Ah, cherie, you brought your cheerleader friend…”

“You know me?” Gabriella asked.

“Aside from the fact that I teach a class for you?” Cara chuckled as Gabriella ducked away blushing. “Yes, I know you, in different ways as well. You could say I’m a fan.”

Gabriella must have caught onto what she meant quickly, as she asked:

“You saw the…”

“Mhm.” Cara swung an arm around Emma’s back. “This one provided me with some… insight into what it was like.”

Emma’s cock was nearly bursting out of her pants.

“Oh, cool, that’s great.”

“Yes, very.” Cara pulled them into the house.

Without warning, she placed her hands on both sides of Gabriella’s face and pressed her lips to the cheerleader’s. For all the time she’d known Gabriella, she’d been the picture, the quintessential image of sexiness, even before she discovered that she was into girls. Now, that image was in danger of switching to a young french teacher.

The way Cara threw her arms behind Gabriella’s neck and nibbled on her lips, letting her tongue glide over them made Emma wonder if she should give them some time alone and come back later. Maybe Cara was sensing that, because she (while still kissing Gabriella) reached with her left hand and squeezed Emma’s crotch.

Gabriella had her eyes closed, clearly giving all her focus to enjoying the make out, but Cara opened them briefly and winked at Emma. Yeah, she was getting worried she’d actually faint from how much blood was surging into her cock.

When Cara and Gabriella finally separated, a single strand of saliva Escort Anadolu Yakası connected their lips, like it was sentient and begging them to continue. The way Cara grinned devilishly, like a succubus trapping her victim and the way Gabriella stayed frozen like she, the sluttiest girl she’d ever met, was a virgin, made Emma squirm.

As far as just watching two people go at it, she felt this ranked very highly on the “hottest things she’d ever seen” list.

“Fuck.” That word didn’t come from either Gabriella or Cara, but from Emma herself.

“Hahaha,” Cara pulled her close, “it appears your friend is stuck.”

She wasn’t lying, Gabriella was just staring at them.

“You broke her!” Emma laughed. “Gabriella’s are limited edition, I’ll need a replacement.”

That made Gabriella shake her head and smack Emma’s shoulder. Even then, she wasn’t talking, just pouting.

“Well, if it is not too much to ask,” Cara stepped back, “I would… I would like to see that video again.”

“What? Sure, I can look it up…”

“No,” Cara interrupted, “in person.”

“O-Oh.” Both Emma and Gabriella reacted.

“Haha, well is it possible?”

“Su-“

Gabriella cut Emma off with a kiss. Unlike the one she’d shared with Cara, Gabriella quickly thrust her tongue into Emma’s thankful mouth. It was like a burst of energy had emerged from inside of her, licking anything and everything that she could like Emma’s saliva was keeping her alive.

And Emma couldn’t get enough of it. Mustering her strength, she lifted Gabriella into the air, grabbing her by the hamstrings and making her wrap her legs around the futa’s waist.

“Magnifique.” Emma opened her eyes briefly to see that the woman had begun rubbing herself. Emma remembered how things were the first time she’d fucked Gabriella.

It turned out, at this point, she couldn’t deny that being watched was absolutely a turn-on for her.

She bit down hard on Gabriella’s bottom lip and the girl moaned.

“I need your dick.” Gabriella indicated.

“As do I. We did not get to do much in our time…” Cara smirked lustfully.

“I have enough cock for both of you… I hope anyway.” Emma did not put Gabriella down. With Cara guiding her, she lifted her all the way up to the next floor. There, she only set the girl down on Cara’s bed. There, she took off Gabriella’s pants and dropped her own jeans.

“The video showed more than I’ve seen… I’d like to see more.” Cara whispered in Emma’s ear. If she wasn’t ready before, she was now.

Still, she had gotten a little better at this whole thing. She knew going in hard right now, was a bit of a waste. So, she kneeled down, her cock slapping against the bed on the way, and she began to lick Gabriella’s pussy.

“Oh, god…”

“Enjoying this?” Cara leaned forwards, as Emma could see from her position. Cara rubbed one of Gabriella’s breasts, and it was like the cheerleader was reminded that she was there.

They picked up where they had left off. Emma couldn’t see it all too well, but she could hear their lips smacking and that little bit of ASMR made her go off. She stopped her eating, saving the meal for later, of course, and spread Gabriella’s legs further.

“Oh Jesus.” Gabriella moaned into Cara’s mouth. The teacher laughed and looked back, grinning when she saw that Emma was about to go in.

And go in she did.

“Fuck!” Gabriella nearly screamed. “Fuck, fuck!”

Emma did not take it easy. From the start, she pounded Gabriella’s for a few seconds, then she started to grind. Gabriella’s cursing devolved into needy whining and incessant moaning. Cara watched it all with a satisfied grin.

“Is that as fast as you can go?” Cara asked. Every couple of seconds, she would do something like that which reminded both her and Gabriella that there was a third person here.

And that made things even hotter.

“Of course not.”

With that, she went into full speed. One pump after another, the bed shook in tandem with her energy. Cara did not sit around and watch. She placed her mouth over Gabriella’s, alternating between saying stuff so lowly that Emma couldn’t hear it, and sticking her tongue in between the girl’s lips.

Now, Emma was proud of a lot in her life. But making Gabriella cum within what had to be just a few minutes of fucking, that, she would go on to tell anyone she could. Everyone had to hear, in her mind, about how she’d made Gabriella The Self-Appointed Cocksleeve cum in record time.

The cheerleader shook. Emma stopped, her cock still inside of her as she stared, surprised.

When Gabriella stopped, both the teacher and Emma just stared at her.

“I… I fucking came.” Gabriella said after catching her breath.

“Wonderfully, cherie.” Cara placed a chaste kiss on her lips, which was weirdly cute for some reason. “My turn though.”

“I’ll get out of the way…” Gabriella started to lean out, to get off the bed, but Cara stopped her.

“No need.”

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“What are you…” The teacher stuck her ass in the air and again, picked up where she left off. With this much making out, it was clear she had some fascination with Gabriella’s lips that the cheerleader did not seem to mind.

Emma, casually, went to stick her cock inside of Cara, but as she pressed into her pussy, the woman stopped her kiss.

“Wrong hole.” Cara stated.

“It’s your pussy though…” Emma raised an eyebrow.

“I know.” She could hear the grin in her words.

Emma wondered if she’d ever been this horny.

Complying, she teased Cara’s pink hole, just above her pussy. She couldn’t believe she was this lucky. The smacking of lips from the two girls below her ceased for a moment. Holy shit, she thought. I’m actually about to fuck my teacher in the ass.

A moment of clarity made her slap some saliva onto Cara’s rim, which made the teacher moan. No more stalling. She pressed forwards.

“Ohhhh, merde.”

“You are so fucking hot.” Gabriella whispered from beneath her as they resumed their kiss.

Unlike with Gabriella, Emma decided to take things slowly here. She didn’t know when she’d, if ever, get to do this again. She wanted to enjoy it. She stroked softly, back and forth lightly as to tease the teacher who had clearly seen what she was capable of earlier.

Emma was loving every second of it. The woman was absurdly tight, and her ass, although not as plump as either Gabriella’s or Lindsey’s, was… Fair. It was the kind of butt she’d expect a queen to have. She grabbed onto it, fearing that she’d faint from the pleasure if she didn’t have something to hold onto.

Squeezing the woman’s cheeks, she moaned herself.

“This. Is. Amazing.” She let out between humps.

“Enjoying my ass?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Emma laughed.

“Ohhh, you’re wonderful, dear.” Cara slowly started to let out moans of her own. “I see what I’ve been missing.”

“You have no idea.” Gabriella whispered.

“Everyone should feel this at some point.”

“Well, maybe not everyone.” Gabriella chuckled as they went back to their kissing. Emma found her rhythm.

For the next five minutes, she pounded at away at the French woman, the two of them connected like they were teaming up to fight the British.

One more minute, two, and finally, Emma felt her body preparing.

“I’m going, I’m going to…”

“Me too cherie, me too!” As if Emma wasn’t planning on cumming inside Cara’s ass, the teacher used her legs to reach behind the futa and lock her in place.

She came hard, filling Cara’s ass with as much of herself as she could. Even as she settled down, she refused to leave the warmth her dick was feeling.

They stayed like that for at least a few more minutes.

One very long session later, all three women were laying on Cara’s Very Expensive Bed.

“That was amazing!” Gabriella squealed, hugging Emma close.

“Agreed.” Cara smiled at them.

“You’re amazing, by the way.” Gabriella pulled Cara in for yet another kiss. It seemed they really liked doing that.

“A pleasure, honestly.” Cara stood. “So, you said you had something to talk about?”

“Oh, yeah.” Emma grew serious. “I, uh, got an offer.”

“Explain.”

“Well, basically… I got an offer to be a pornstar.”

“Oh, I get those all the time. Just delete the message and block the person, honestly, people these days.”

“No,” Emma interrupted, “I mean a professional offer. Like, from PornHub.”

“What?” Cara was surprised.

“Yeah, the video kinda took off and they sent me something. They want to work with me. But, I don’t know… Should I? It sounds like a great deal.”

“Whoa whoa, cherie.” Cara waved her hands back and forth. “I… Well, first I need to know. Is it being a pornstar that interests you, or working with PornHub?”

“Both?”

“Pick one.”

“Oh…” Emma thought about it. “Well, I guess being a pornstar. I, uh, like fucking.” Both Gabriella and Cara laughed. “And, uh, if I can get paid for it, that would be great.”

“Okay. Here’s my advice then.” Cara straightened up. “Working for a pornographer or a porn company, as far as I’ve seen, is potentially dangerous. You could end up with inadequate pay, having sex with people you don’t trust as far as disease is concerned, and well, a lot of those scenes aren’t made naturally.”

“What?”

“They’re like movies. All the life is sucked out of them by producers and directors. You do what they tell you to do, you cum when they tell you to cum.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Cara nodded. “However, if being a pornstar is what interests you, there are better ways to go about it.”

“Like?”

Cara smiled.

“Get some kind of site where people donate to you directly, be your own boss.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, Gabriella nodded.

“Wait, wait, that’s a great idea!” Gabriella suddenly interjected. “No, seriously! Promote yourself as the girl from the video, and make people pay you directly to watch you!”

“I think that would be the best course of action.”

“Wait, how can I promote myself? ‘hey, it’s me, the futa’?”

“No.” Finally, Cara said something that, years later, Emma would thank her as the person that set her on the right path. “Make a different video.”

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Walking hand in hand with Rory, Noah was escorting the energetic little guy from daycare. They were still far away from home and Rory had not yet run out of stories about the day’s misadventures. Lately, Rory was the only thing that put a smile on Noah’s face. Crystal had gone on vacation — which was a very good thing, in his opinion — but she told him that it was only temporary. She would be coming back tonight, and her first stop would be to “spend time” with him. More like badger him.

“Noah, I’m tired,” Rory whined, rubbing his eyes with balled fists. Noah picked his little brother up, resting his head on his broad shoulder. As he cradled him into his chest, Noah made no attempt to lie to himself. He was incredibly busy with work and watching Rory with little to no help, but he couldn’t go around Larissa while he felt this way. It wouldn’t be right to her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she hated him for not contacting her; he’d seen the calls over the past few weeks and so desperately wanted to return them but his conscious wouldn’t let it happen.

His cell phone was ringing. Larissa? In an effort to break the cycle of avoiding her that he had fallen into, Noah hit the ‘talk’ button without looking at his caller ID. Fuck, the one time he should have checked, he didn’t. Crystal.

“Yeah?” he answered dryly.

“Hi, snookums!” Crystal shrieked. She must have been in a good mood; otherwise she would have grilled him for such a lackluster greeting. “Just got back from St. Croix and I have got great news for you!”

Please let it be that you want to break up with me, he thought with false hope. “What’s that?”

“Well um, my dad needs someone for his new business. Someone to be in charge of, well, everything.”

Not Russell’s. The only way Noah would commit to willingly working there is if someone held him at gunpoint. Hell, even then, it would still be up for debate. “No thanks. I’m fine with the position I got.”

“Not at the grocery store!” she scoffed. “Dad’s business in Nevada. It’s a little town, just on the outskirts of Las Vegas. I know you’re handy with computers and stuff, so you’d be doing a lot of IT work, mostly. Keeping track of the business’s finances. I think he said something about close to 100k a year, if I’m not mistaken.”

Holy shit. Noah stopped in his tracks and almost dropped his phone. Fumbling with it, he put the receiver back up to his ear. “One hundred-thousand a year?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she giggled. “You wouldn’t have to worry about living arrangements, since we own a few properties there. I think you’d have fun living in the condo we own. It has a lot of space and there’s an elementary school nearby for Rory. That way he would be out of our hair most of the time!”

Our? “What do you mean, Crystal? And I’m not calling you Silver, so just get to the point.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Well, I’d be living with you, naturally. I’m tired of this town just as much as you are. The only reason my Dad even moved here was for all of the business opportunities. Won’t it be fun?”

Noah’s shoulders shrugged. 10ok a year was the best offer he’d gotten since… well, ever. But living with Crystal? Having to see her face from sunup to sundown was the one thing that fucked up the whole deal. That and leaving Larissa behind. “Look, I’m almost home,” he explained. “I’ll call you back when I get situated.” Flipping his phone closed, Noah barely managed to keep walking without stopping. Jesus, he was looking for some kind of break; even close to praying, though Noah was not what you would call a devout Catholic. Noah guessed this was God’s way of answering his prayers. But was it the right choice for he and Rory?

A crackle of thunder above was followed by heavy raindrops. Noah managed to get the umbrella open just before the fat drops of rain got a chance to drench them. He knew he was almost at home and tried to walk as fast as possible. A medium-sized woman was walking towards him, but he paid her no mind. Even if he tried to, the rain would obscure his view. The closer the woman got to him, the slower his pace became. The gait of that walk. The switch of those hips. Her rubber boots and raincoat were the same she wore that day in the park. She looked delicious.

“Larissa,” Noah called out.

When Larissa realized who it was, she stopped to a halt, then tried to hightail it past him, but he grabbed her arm. “Wait!”

She shook her head and pulled away from his weak grasp. “No, Noah. I’m busy and minding my own business. I have nothing to say to you.”

First Crystal with her bombshell, now running into a livid Larissa was enough to drive Noah crazy. He clenched her arm again, this time holding on so tightly he could hear her whimper. “But I have something to say to you and goddamn it, you will listen to me.”

She pulled back, rubbing her arm lightly. Her eyes went to Rory and she picked up the sleeping toddler along with the umbrella. Noah was so pissed he was shaking, and didn’t want to chance dropping adana escort his little brother. With a deep breath, he looked into Larissa’s honey brown eyes and a torrent of words followed.

“Ris, I’ve been busy. I haven’t had any help with Rory. This old lady next door to me baby-sits him sometimes but she’s probably had her lifetime’s worth of childcare experience, so she’s sick of him. I’ve had to work full-time AND train new employees, including Joanna.”

“If all you’re going to do is give me excuses –”

“They’re not,” he interrupted. “There is no excuse. I have been busy, but it doesn’t mean I couldn’t have taken five minutes out of my day in the past two weeks to contact you and let you know how I feel. Let’s just stop the bullshit, Larissa. I’ve had a relationship’s worth of bullshit. I don’t want anymore. I feel something for you and I already know you do too.”

“Who says?” she spat. This girl was stubborn down to the very end.

“Fine.” Noah stepped forward, his line of sight focused directly on her, his stare more intense than usual. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want anything with me. I’ll fuck off, let you live your life.”

Larissa shifted uncomfortably. “But that’s stupid,” she whispered, looking at the ground.

“Even if it is,” he reasoned. “Just do it. Look at me and tell me you don’t want to be with me.”

Slowly her gaze lifted. When her eyes met his, she quickly closed them again. “Noah,” she sighed, “So what if I do want to be with you? You have a woman. You have a girlfriend. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if I can have some form of a love life too.”

“Who? With Rico Suave?” Noah scoffed.

“His name is James,” Larissa snapped. “And yes. James is sweet, loving, kind, everything you –”

Putting his coat over Rory to block him from the rain, Noah snatched the umbrella out of Larissa’s hand. He was already drenched from the spring rain, and the second the water began hammering down on Larissa, she gave him a look that told him how much she loathed him for doing that. “The hell is the matter with you?”

With both hands, Noah cupped Larissa’s face. He stared into her eyes, his pale hands caressing her light, golden brown skin. His left thumb lightly brushed against her bottom lip, tracing it. “You are what’s the matter with me,” he whispered. “Look, I don’t know what you think. I’m not some hot-shot Don Lothario looking to fuck anything that moves. I’ve dated people other than Crystal, I’ve felt love and before that, a strong connection. A strong desire.”

Larissa trembled under his touch. He didn’t know whether it was from the rain or his words, but he didn’t want to chance her getting a cold. “Rory and I are almost home. You obviously weren’t going home but I… I want you to come back with me. Even if I didn’t feel this way for you, I’d still want to talk to you. You’re an ideal person to confide in,” he confessed. “Please.”

Larissa’s straight brown hair was beginning to curl from the rain’s moisture. Nodding softly, she bent down to pick up the umbrella. “I’ll come back, but I have to get this out of the way. It’s important. Here.”

Noah looked at the ground, shaking his head. “Keep it. I’m a soldier, after all. You know how I am about rain.” He forced a small smile and made one last intimate gesture towards Larissa by lightly touching her hand before he continued on his journey back home.

The load on his shoulders suddenly got a little lighter. Now all he had to do was deal with Crystal.

Which would be no easy feat.

*****

With her raincoat over her head, a very shaken Larissa wandered down the road. Her destination was not far but the exchange she had with Noah sent her into a tailspin. Pissed was not the word to describe how she felt towards Noah for not talking to her for weeks. No, it was much too tame. Incensed was a better fit.

After that very awkward, tension-filled night with Noah, and the sweet kiss that made up for it all, she hadn’t heard from him since. The few calls she made to his cell went unanswered, her voicemails ignored. Why would he not talk to her? She replayed his responses in her head.

Ris, I’ve been busy. I haven’t had any help with Rory.

Why not drop Rory off to me? She thought. He knew she would have no objections; she adored that little boy.

Let’s just stop the bullshit, Larissa. I’ve had a relationship’s worth of bullshit. I don’t want anymore. I feel something for you and I already know you do too.

Of course she did, but was ignoring her for two weeks the right way to show it? She didn’t know the true motive behind his actions and didn’t want to press him for it. Hopefully he would explain on his own accord. Larissa’s thoughts switched gears as she buzzed apartment number 201. “J. Vazquez” was written next to it.

“Hello?” a garbled female voice answered.

Larissa arched a brow. “I’m sorry, I was trying for apartment 201. Must have eskişehir escort hit the wrong button.”

“No, this is it,” the mystery woman replied.

Huh. “Is James Vasquez there?” No answer, only the hum of the buzzer that signaled the door was now open. Hesitating for only a second, Larissa grabbed hold of the doorknob and turned. The distinct smell of the apartment assaulted her senses. Although it wasn’t crude, it had sort of a heavy musky scent that wafted throughout the entire building. As she walked up the steps, she stopped just before stepping in front of James’ door. She could hear two voices, slightly arguing with one another.

“Why didn’t you ask who it was?” the male voice urged.

“James,” the woman sighed, “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t Helena coming to hang out with Drew?” James’ brother. There went the theory that the mystery chick was Drew’s girl. Larissa pressed her ear closer to the wall, straining to hear. The girl’s voice sounded very familiar, but she just couldn’t place it.

“What am I supposed to tell her, Danni? That I’m dating her best friend?”

Larissa’s hand went to her mouth. Danni was dating James? They saw each other not less than an hour ago, taking notes for one of the upcoming final exams. Larissa didn’t now how to feel. Should she even feel upset, angry, betrayed? She didn’t think so. James was hot, no mistaking that, but she didn’t want him. Crave for him. Not like she did with Noah. This last-ditch effort to get over Noah failed miserably, and she was surprised but happy with the end result.

She stepped in front of the door and, when James finally opened it, blurted out her feelings.

“I could hear you guys through the wall and I want you to know that I don’t care that you’re dating, in fact I think it’s great. You should have told me earlier, you know. Hi, Danni! Bye Guys!” Larissa took off down the hall, leaving a stunned James and Danni standing at the door.

Time to get back to what she really wanted.

*****

With Rory long gone to sleep, Noah had spent the last half-hour or so flipping aimlessly through TV channels. What was the point? His mind couldn’t focus on anything but Larissa.

He tossed the remote on the couch next to him. Raking his fingers through his messy brown hair, he couldn’t believe what Crystal dropped on him today. In his heart of hearts, he knew if there was any other way out, he could do without Crystal and her father’s offer. Then again, passing up the chance to make One Hundred Thou a year was just damn stupid. He had no idea of what to do. He needed Larissa’s ear. And lips. Neck. Breasts. Nipples…

“Fuck,” Noah grumbled. Screw the money. How could he leave a queen like Larissa behind? She was perfect in every way. Well, except for being hard headed. But he could happily look past that. Speaking of that tasty little treat, where was she? He hoped she didn’t go back home. Or worse, she and Rico Suave reconciled. Pulling out his cell, he hit one of the speed dial buttons he’d saved Larissa’s number on. The phone rang a few times before someone picked up.

“Hello?”

“Yeah? Who is this?” Joanna. After training her and listening to her whining for the past two weeks, her voice was one that he would not soon forget.

“It’s Noah,” he said. “Ris at home?”

Silence on the other end. Did she hang up?

“No,” she sighed, “In fact she’s headed your way. What are you –”

“Thanks, Jo. Bye.” He hated to be curt, but it was obvious from day one that Joanna was into him. He had no time to be annoyed by barely legal bait, who just happened to be the sister of the one woman he desired most at the moment.

He needed to get his mind on something other than his troubled thoughts. Sifting through his CD collection, he slid a CD marked “Favorites” into the player. Under the Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers played first. It was fitting; his mood was very somber and lost, much like the song’s theme.

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner…” Anthony Kiedis’ brokenhearted voice seeped out from his speakers.

“You and me both,” Noah huffed. He looked at the clock. Almost 10:00pm. She wasn’t coming. If she came this late, she’d have to spend the night. Probably went crawling back into what’s-his-face’s arms.

“Take me to the place I love… Take me all the way…”

With closed eyes, Noah began to sing along. He sympathized with the song’s message; a lonely man abusing drugs spends his time underneath the freeway, just to get that one fix and escape it all, despite the friends and family he left behind. Noah had been there. Not necessarily under the bridge, but at god knows who’s place passed out, drunk off of who-knows-what and after smoking countless blunts. Marijuana, or as everyone else he knew called it, Weed, had been his saving grace. While he didn’t dabble in some of the stronger and harder to shake drugs his friends took, one blunt he snuck in his room sakarya escort at home turned into two. Then three. Four. Five. Until he lost count.

When Rory was born, it changed everything. Some people need actual parenthood to sober up; Noah’s parenthood came early. It might not have been his child, but damn it, he was Rory’s brother, father, mother, friend, caregiver, entertainment, and anything else that little boy wanted. Noah’s father had left long ago, and though he didn’t know him, he could not hold a grudge against him for getting out of dodge. His mother was insufferable. He enjoyed life and living, no doubt about that, but the fact that his mother was even allowed to reproduce was startling. She had never done anything motherly for him; even making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich was a task he had to master at the age of five, because his mother refused to lift a finger.

A light knock at the door. He sprang from his seat, almost breaking his neck to answer. It was her, all right. Prepared with what he assumed to be a sleepover bag, she walked past him and looked around.

“Where’s Rory?” she whispered.

Noah pursed his lips and put a finger to them. “Sleeping. Though,” he said, sitting on the couch, “I don’t expect him to get up anytime soon, it’s been a long day for him. So um, how’d things go with…”

“Don’t ask,” Larissa chuckled. “Just don’t ask.”

Noah shook his head and smirked. Whatever happened obviously worked in his favor. He watched Larissa look around the large living room, first at the flat screen, high-definition TV, and then at the CD tower stocked with hundreds of the discs. She smiled at him, her full, juicy lips parting. God, he would love to kiss those lips. And lick the others.

“Nice house.”

“Thanks.” It might not be mine for much longer. “But um, that’s why I need to talk to you, Ris. Crystal called me earlier and her dad gave me a crazy offer. I want to say once in a lifetime, seriously.”

Larissa looked puzzled. “Like what, Noah?”

God, this was hard. Looking into her brown eyes, his lips parted but his voice faltered. He couldn’t form the words to accurately explain the situation at hand. “A job with an annual salary of 100k. Nice condo in Nevada, great school for Rory.”

“At what cost, though?”

“Living with her.”

Larissa stirred around on the seat cushion. Scratching her head, she looked at the ceiling in what Noah assumed was deep thought. Her golden brown skin always seemed to glow, and her beautiful tresses fell messily past her shoulders. Gorgeous without even knowing so. She was thinking of the perfect answer, he hoped.

“Do what you feels right. Do what you want, Noah,” she said simply.

He was frozen. Do what he wanted? If he knew what he wanted, he wouldn’t have asked for her help. “That’s all you have to say, Ris? Just like that, you can’t come up with anything better?”

“It’s just like that, Noah.” Her tone wasn’t one laced with bitterness or carelessness, but simply someone who believed that their opinion was the best one. Noah leaned forward with his fingers laced, parting his legs and propping up his arms on his knees. His temples were throbbing, and he didn’t need to see himself to know that his porcelain skin had turned a bright red. He was pissed.

“What do you want me to say?” she said, exasperated. “I can’t tell you what to do, Noah. You do what’s best for you and that beautiful little boy, that’s all that matters.”

Whatever, this is complete bullshit. Noah leapt to his feet, scowling as he made way towards the hallway, in route to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Larissa wondered.

He didn’t answer. He looked back at her angrily, then continued to walk to his destination. He needed to cool off. His head was clouded in anger, and some of his boiling blood had inadvertently gone south. He was confused, angry, and so fucking horny.

“What a day,” he grunted, turning the faucet handles violently. As the lukewarm water rushed out of the showerhead, Noah stripped off his clothes and kicked them out of his way. He looked around for his bar of soap. What luck — no soap, only that bubble bath shit Crystal loved using so much. “Fuck it,” he said, pouring a small amount into his hand. “Better than nothing.” His large palms traveled his toned frame, spreading the watermelon-scented liquid everywhere, creating large, foamy bubbles. He spent the time in the shower, up until that moment, ignoring the quivering erection that stood at attention, pointing towards the shower wall that Larissa was on the other side of in the living room.

Jesus, it wasn’t just his mind. His body literally craved for her.

Both fist slammed against the tiled surface, sending the relatively small bathroom a jolt. Fuck! Goddamn it, Noah, think! Now was not the time to not have an answer. He needed to always have an answer. Not for him, but for Rory. The last thing he wanted to give Rory was instability. He wanted nothing more than a stable life for him, and Rory was more than deserving.

He thought he’d heard something, but ignored it. The sound of his beating heart drowned out everything, made everything else so irrelevant. All he could think about was this fucked up situation he was in, and the woman he wanted to make love to like there was no tomorrow.

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In the past I’d been repressed, then liberated. Now I was jaded. Trying to get a sexual response out of my body was exhausting. Like an imbecile hammering on a piano, I had the stamina, the objective—to come—but I could not bring forth a melody.

Day after day I tried. I needed to. It was summer, as sultry as London gets, and I had just got in from work. Feeling hot and grubby I lay on the sofa, my hand placed over my cunt, frantically shuffling through what had once been my hot buttons to orgasm. I paused at each image, to see whether it would do the trick. A porn star, blonde hair in medusa-like ringlets wearing only hot pants, unzipping them and lowering herself onto my face. Nothing. Next image. Myself as a nurse—embarrassing really even to have such a tawdry fantasy—kitted out in suspenders and a tiny uniform. I have just parked my trolley full of pills beside the bed of a handsome male patient. The rest of the ward is asleep. He is awake but stares at me impassively.

“Now, let me find your pills,” I say, and as I bend down, pulling the trays out, looking for his medication, the inevitable finger creeps under my panties. I turn my head, shocked, cry, “Sir! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” all the while still with my arse in the air, relishing the fact that his fingers are already bringing forth a hot blast of pleasure. In the fantasy I start to moan. Eventually I straighten up, drag the curtain around his bed, then staddle him, all the while moaning through clenched teeth, “Oh sir, no sir, I can’t possibly. Oh sir!”

This image had once done the trick of getting me hot. But tonight, as on every night this past month, nothing. I slid my hand out of my pants. I tried to remember how exciting it had been as a teenager, to masturbate surreptitiously, separated from my parents by a thin wall, feeling dirty and high. I tried to recall all the wasted years, when I had been too self-conscious to wank myself off in front of men, thereby denying my own pleasure and … damn it, what was the point of remembering, none of it was getting me any closer to release.

It was getting on towards seven when I suddenly remembered that I’d arranged to meet Paula, a thirty-year-old TV producer. She had once been the flat mate of my ex-boyfriend Daniel and we seemed to be forever arranging to meet and then, one or the other of us would cancel. I decided that I couldn’t let her down again. I slipped on my linen trousers and drew the belt—woven from soft strips of brown leather—through my palm, then fastened the buckle.

I walked the three blocks to Bertorelli’s, a bar in Charlotte Street. I scanned the tables outside, then went in. Spotting her elegant neck, her expensively bobbed red hair, I walked up behind her and rested my hand lightly on the shoulder of her gray jacket, and as she looked up at me her angular face looked like a series of planes chopped out of a chalk face. She had been chain smoking, judging by the heap of butts in the ashtray in front of her.

We talked about nothing that I can recall for several urfa escort hours. We drank two bottles of wine. The room was a blur. I felt tired and wanted to go to sleep. I half listened as she psychobabbled about my ex.

“You know, I don’t think you’re over Daniel. Oh, you act as if you were—” She waved her cigarette expansively in front of her face, “but I’m not sure I’m convinced.”

“I am, believe me. If I never see the little shit again it’ll be too soon.”

She gulped down the last of the wine, reminding me of a just caught fish gasping for air. “It might do you good to have some sort of closure. To realize that you’re better off out of the relationship.”

I decided to make one last stab at resurrecting the evening. “Jerry—you know, you met him at my dinner party—well he asked me about you.”

“Oh yeah?” I could feel her skinny shoulders tensing under the suit jacket.

“Well, he asked me whether you were AC/DC.”

“What do you mean?” A ringlet of hair fell across her face. Her eyes, pale blue, were fixed rigidly on my face.

“You know. Christ! He wanted to know whether you swing both ways.”

She was silent. “Do I …” she said falteringly, her eyes lowered. “Do I give out that vibe?”

“Well, you are pretty androgynous looking I suppose, not that that means anything.”

“I’m not a lesbian.” She spat the word out. “Jesus! I love men.” She reached over and rested her fingers on her leather rucksack as if she were about to leave.

“I never said you were.”

“You said I was androgynous.”

“Okay. Let’s just drop it.” I surveyed the long bar, the crumpled shapes hunched on barstools. People moving towards the exit. How late was it?

“No, I won’t. What did you mean by it?”

“Look at it as a compliment.”

“How can it be?”

“Well, look at Sharleen Spiteri, that singer from Texas. She’s androgynous looking.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders relaxed a little. “But she’s beautiful.”

“Yes. I guess so.”

Then time speeded up again. I tried to change the subject but somehow she always managed to drag it back to this topic.

“I’m not gay.”

“All right. I heard you the first time.”

And soon we entered one of those drunken rows that are violent without really being about anything. I was so drunk by now—we had since moved on to brandy—I was past caring.

“You’re the one who’s fucked up, not me.”

“Yes,” I said, chuckling. “You’re probably right.”

Then I remember being out in the street, with my arm slipped through hers, her face ghostly under the street lamps, a stream of abuse flowing from her mouth. Me, numb, leaning against her lean frame, wishing that someone would take me home, make me some cocoa and let me slip into a deep, dreamless sleep. Instead, I found myself following her up some stairs, swaying unsteadily along the corridor of a moving bus.

“You need to come home with me,” she was saying. “I don’t think you should be alone tonight. I’m frightened you’ll balıkesir escort try and harm yourself.”

“Have I given you that impression?”

“Yes. When we get back to my place we’ll thrash things out. You’ve got a lot of problems to deal with.” I collapsed on a double seat as the bus rounded a curve, and she fell against me. “You must stay the night. Not in my bed, of course.”

“Of course.” I pressed my fingers to my throbbing temples.

“You don’t care at all, do you?”

“About what?”

“About me. I bet you’d like to sleep with me, then the next morning you’d probably clear off before I woke up.” She jabbered on, her white profile stark against the grimy window of the bus and the night beyond it. She poked my chest. “That’s what I mean about you. You treat people like … objects. You have your way and then discard them.”

How wrong she was. No one had attracted me in months. Before that I’d had a spate of frantic promiscuity, a reaction against the period of monogamy with Daniel.

Her words no longer registered, and yet, thrillingly, something in me, long dormant, was pulsing into life. It was a desire to do something, something rather nasty to Paula. My palms began to tingle in anticipation and I felt a wave of nausea rise in my throat, knowing that I was going to have sex with her, whether she liked it or not.

Soon we were at her house. She started to make coffee, then abandoned the task, turning to me to say, “God, I’m bushed. Maybe we can talk in the morning?”

“Sure,” I said. “Whatever. Where do you want me to sleep?”

“Sleep? Oh yes,” she said nervously, her hand going up to her throat. “I’ll show you the spare room.”

It seemed to take forever for her to stretch a white sheet onto the bed, to tuck it in neatly and then smooth it out, until finally it was perfectly flat. She had taken off her jacket and her small breasts, braless, were squashed under her white Lycra t-shirt.

She hesitated, pushed back her hair. What was she waiting for?

“Well, goodnight,” I said, sitting down on the bed and pulling off my shoes.

She gave me a last wide-eyed look as my hand came to rest on my belt, then scurried out of the room.

I undressed and slipped under the covers. The bravado that I had felt in the bus had evaporated. She had said that her lodger, Steve, was asleep in another room. It was probably best to abandon the whole plan.

I touched myself between the legs. My pussy felt hot but also numb. I ought to go to sleep. I tried to block out the memories of the evening that rushed in, the jumble of pointless conversation, the white blur of the street lights that had formed a jagged line as we’d rode on the top deck of the bus.

I slept, or at least I think I did, but it could have been for minutes or hours. Looking down, I saw that I had flung off the blankets. The dawn was filtering through the blinds. In the half-light I saw my belt buckle glisten on the floor.

Staring at the trabzon escort ceiling, my eyes dry, my heart pounding, I decided that I would chance it. If she were to let out a bloodcurdling scream, then so be it.

I picked up the belt, and without thinking what I was going to do with it, moved towards the door. I had never slept with a woman. I had never wanted to, until now. There was something about her. Just the thought of her hand fluttering up to her white throat suddenly made my cunt throb into life.

I pushed open the door to her bedroom. I had expected her to be asleep, but I soon saw her eyes look at me and grow wide with fright. I hesitated. What was I doing here?

Stepping forward, I tried to keep my face impassive as I slid under her duvet. She didn’t move away and I felt her against me. Her skin felt like cashmere, soft and covered in a fuzzy down. She tensed.

I put my hand over her mouth, but she made no move to scream so I pulled it away.

“You know I can’t,” she said, matter of factly.

“Yes. I know.” I kissed her neck, then pushing her shoulders into the bed, kissed her hard on the mouth.

“No!” She turned her head away. I grabbed hold of her hair and yanked it. She began to whimper, but it was so feeble it was ridiculous. Why didn’t she simply push me off?

First we went at it like two clumsy puppies, breasts squashed together, biting at each other’s flesh, tearing skin with fingernails, we rolled all over the bed until I faced her cunt, and I lapped at it until she came, then she reciprocated, but all this was just a prelude, I could sense it, for something that she wanted to happen, yet could not articulate.

“Are you happy now?” she whispered, her neck all wet with sweat.

“No,” I said. “I’m not quite finished with you yet.” I’d come, and my body still reverberated, craven, wanting more.

“I think you’ve done quite enough …” My hand closed around the belt and I hit her with it, softly at first, on her breasts, along the coltish length of her thighs. I felt the tension building up in my cunt, and all the sensations tumbling into each other. I no longer knew what I was doing. Now I turned her over, and the belt slipped in my sweaty palm, so that the belt buckle grazed her buttocks as she began to shout, “No! I don’t want to,” all the time arching her body off the bed, to meet the belt, as it whipped across her.

I whipped her with a fury. I was merciless. I didn’t care what I was doing and still she screamed “No!” so loudly that I began to doubt her story that there was a man in the house.

I came to out of my trance and looked down at her pulverized backside. There were streaks of blood on the white flesh. I put my mouth down and licked her clean of blood. I felt so very tired. Too tired to come.

When I woke up she was still asleep. The ferocity that had possessed me, that had made me mark her with my belt had dissipated. Despite my hangover I felt a strange peace lying heavy in my limbs.

I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I had caked blood under my nails. Suddenly I felt a restlessness, a need to be gone.

I pushed open the door to her room. She was sprawled across the bed, wrapped tightly in a white sheet. I picked up my belt, then went into the other room to dress.

I left the house before she woke up. Just like she said I would.

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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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