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PREVIOUSLY: Jessica told Mason about the baby at school. They agreed that they wanted to keep it and he expressed that he was jealous of Oliver.-

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom window opening. I immediately sat upright in bed, fearing for the worst. Robberies weren’t very common in my neighborhood but Mrs Llang across the street had gotten her bike stolen a couple weeks ago. There was a shadowed figure standing infront of the window. I made a silent prayer and screamed bloody murder, hoping to wake my parents. The figure bolted over to my side, placing a hand on my mouth to silence me. They then flipped on my bedside lamp, revealing that my nighttime terrorizer was none other than my best friend Anneka.

She slowly removed her hand from over my mouth, staring at me intently. Now that I had registered what was happening, I took the time to look her over. She looked awful, with her mascara smeared and dark bags under her eyes. Her red hair was messy with baby hairs sticking out all over her head, and she was wearing a form-fitting mini dress that showed off her exquisite ass, though at the moment, that was irrelevant.

“What the hell?!” I demanded, whispering angrily at her.

Jesus, what time was it? A glance at the little digital clock on my bedside table revealed that it was 3:45. Anneka’s lower lip trembled and a tear fell down her cheek, leaving a trail of diluted black eye makeup.

“How could you?” Her words came out shaky, as though she was choking on them.

I froze, a tingle running down my spine.

“What?” I asked quietly, despite the fact that I already knew what she was talking about.

“Mason told me, Jess! He told me everything!” She exclaimed, throwing one of my pillows across the room. I grabbed her wrist and motioned for her to be quiet, since my parents were asleep in the next room over.

“You didn’t answer my question, Jess! How could you!?” She had lowered her voice, but was now outright sobbing. I attempted to take her into my arms comfortingly, but she shoved me away.

“I would NEVER even dream about fucking Oliver. Never!” She hissed, tears streaming down her face.

“Please, Anneka, let me explain…” I tried to calm her down by speaking in a soothing voice, but it didn’t look like it was working.

“I’m fucking listening!” She growled, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

“Thank you.” I sighed, gathering my thoughts. “I never intended on doing it, it just happened. I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am.”

“Oh, you’re SORRY?! I feel SO much better now!” She exclaimed sarcastically.

“How much do you know?” I asked quietly.

“Enough. I know that Mason got you pregnant, and you’ve been lying to me and Oliver about it since. I know that Mase broke up with me because of you. I know that you’re a fucking lying, cheating, bitch, and what you did is unforgivable!”

She was seething, and I could see why. She was right. I didn’t deserve to be forgiven. Now it was my turn to cry. The tears came fast and couldn’t be held back. Amazingly, something softened in Anneka’s face, and she almost looked like she felt bad. She tentatively reached out her hand and ran her fingers through my blonde hair.

She leaned back in my bed next to me, and I followed suit, trying to stop my crying. I just rested my head on my pillow and stared at the ceiling in silence while Anneka stroked my hair. illegal bahis Even after I had majorly screwed up, she was a good friend. I didn’t deserve her.

Suddenly, something came over me, and I reached toward her chest and rested my hand over her breasts. Hers were significantly smaller than mine, but still gorgeous, though I hadn’t noticed until a few days ago. I heard her breath quicken at the simple touch.

“Don’t,” She whispered.

I sat up a bit and leaned over her, so that now both my hands were on the sides of her head, trapping her beneath me. “Why not?”

Anneka didn’t answer, she just looked up at me. Her makeup was still smeared and messy, but she wasn’t crying anymore. I found my courage and pushed my lips against hers, my tongue making its way through her parted lips and trading saliva.

She moaned a little into my mouth, and while I could tell that she was still terribly heartbroken over Mason, and angry at me, she wanted this. She needed this.

As I deepened our kiss, I sat down so that I was now straddling her. I moved my hands from the sides of her head onto her breasts, kneading them. I pulled my mouth away from hers, and she looked up at me hungrily. The look in her eyes was primal.

She nudged me off her, and I reluctantly obliged. She stepped off my bed, and pulled her dress off over her head. She was wearing a thin lace bralette that didn’t look like it supplied any breast support. Her pink nipples showed through the sheer material. She had on matching lace panties, which were, to my delight and surprise, completely crotchless.

I followed her example and took off my silk night dress, revealing my naked breasts and black underwear. I dropped onto my hands and knees, crawling toward her like some sort of wild animal, a starving lion desperate for something to eat.

I got closer, so that I was now breathing on her sex. Anneka must have felt my hot breath on her labia, because she sighed and leaned her head back.

I tentatively took the plunge and pressed my mouth against her exposed pussy. It was well groomed down below, but I could see a small, neat triangle of pubic hair through her transparent panties.

“God, you’re such a bitch…I hate you…” She moaned.

I had never eaten a girl out before. I had given my fair share of blowjobs between Oliver and Mason, but the only homosexual activity I’d taken part in had been with Anneka in the locker room. How the hell are you even supposed to give a girl oral? I’d only even received it twice in my life.

Even though I was inexperienced, I knew what I would have liked to have done to me. I took her clit into my mouth and suckled on it lightly. The redheaded cheerleader moaned in approval. I then moved so that my tongue was prodding at her entrance. Anneka gasped a little, and I took that as a sign that she wanted me to stick it inside her.

I did so, and she cried out. Hopefully the sound wouldn’t wake my parents. I couldn’t push my tongue in very far, but I figured that I was moving it well enough that I wouldn’t need to.

“You cheating cunt…” Anneka vented her anger at me as I serviced her.

We were in an awkward position, with her legs spread in a standing position as I crouched below her, my neck bent back at an uncomfortable angle.

Taking the assertive action, I got out from under my best friend and stood up. She looked at me, furious.

“I’m illegal bahis siteleri not done.” She whined, crossing her arms over her bralette.

“Neither am I. Now get on the bed.” I ordered. I wasn’t usually the dominant one in our relationship, but there’s a first time for everything.

Anneka laid down on my bed, her head resting on one of my pillows. She spread her legs and grabbed her ankles, positioning them so that her feet were to the sides of her head. Cheerleading had made her extremely flexible.

The sight of my best friend waiting on my bed in crotchless panties was extremely erotic. I had to look away, however, in order to continue with my plan.

I rummaged through the underwear drawer in my bedside table. Shoving away countless pairs of my panties, I found what I was looking for. My toys.

My parents were very conservative, and would have been appalled at the idea of me masturbating, so I had to buy my various tools secretly and without permission. Under the radar, I had managed to collect several different vibrators and dildos.

I surveyed my options. A little purple vibrator that clipped onto the outer labia called the butterfly. A small red dildo with a 5 inch portion to be inserted in the vagina, and a smaller portion for anal stimulation. A pretty pink 6 inch vibrating dildo. Another pink dildo that was short, but fat, with a girth that would have surpassed that of a coke can. (I didn’t mess with that one very much.) A blue sphere-shaped vibrator that was great for stimulating the clit. Finally, after looking around for a couple minutes, I found what I was looking for.

I called it ‘The Hulk’ because my favorite dildo was big and green. The silicone penis was firm but flexible, long, but not too thick, and had a wide, flat base that could be stuck to walls or floors if desired. The thing was a masterpiece. The artist had included every detail, including dramatic veins lining the length and a little artificial urethra at the tip. The thing was 10 inches in length, (not as big as Mason) and it had taken me a while to work up to getting the whole thing inside me.

I wondered if Anneka would be able to take it, seeing as Mason had mentioned that she could only accept 7 or so inches of him, max. But, ‘The Hulk’ wasn’t as thick as he was, and the head wasn’t disproportionately large like Mason’s, so it was possible that Anneka’s pussy would be able to swallow the thing. I guessed there was only one way to find out.

“What’s taking so long, whore?!” The girl on my bed asked impatiently.

I took the green dildo and crept towards my friend, kneeling at the foot of the bed, facing her. At the sight of the thing in my hands, Anneka shut her mouth and looked up at me, losing some of her previous nerve.

“What did you call me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Anneka swallowed, probably building up the courage to reply. “I called you a dirty, man-stealing whore.”

I tisked at her, clicking my tongue. “It’s rude to speak to your superiors like that.”

I positioned the tip of the dildo at her hole, prodding at her juicy entrance. “Apologize. Now.” I instructed.

“Make me.” She said defiantly, still holding her legs up above her head.

That did it for me, and I plunged ‘The Hulk’ inside her, not even trying to be gentle. Anneka screamed, but I ignored her and screwed the thing deeper inside of her.

“I’m canlı bahis siteleri sorry!” She cried, just as I reached what I estimated to be the 8th inch of the fake penis.

I stopped my insertion and smiled. “Good. Now tell me that you’re a little slut who deserves to be plowed with this fucking dildo.”

Anneka glared at me, though I could see her pleasure in her eyes.

“Never.” She hissed.

“Wrong answer,” I chastised, and pushed the rest of the green cock into her without mercy.

“Fuck!” Anneka shouted out loudly, and I saw tears form at the corners of her eyes. I felt a little guilty, and removed a couple inches of the dildo.

“No, put it back!” Anneka shouted at me, to my complete at utter shock. “Slowly, whore. Pump in and out gently, you disgusting cock-sucking slut.” She continued.

I felt the power shift from me to her, and I let it happen. If it took Anneka ordering me to fuck her with my favorite dildo in order to vent her anger and forgive me, I was okay with that.

I did as I was told, slowly pumping the dildo in and out of her. I enjoyed the sloppy, slimy sounds, and the musky aroma of sex emitting from her filled pussy.

“Oh, fuck that’s good…” She sighed. My heart swelled knowing that I was capable of giving her pleasure, even when she was furious at me.

“Go faster.” She whispered.

I sped up, inserting and removing the big green cock at a quickening pace. Soon, the base of the dildo was slamming against her sex, making a wonderful slapping sound.

I began to notice a white discharge on the dildo and around her hole, but didn’t think to much about it as I continued to pound her. She began moaning, getting louder and louder as she approached orgasm. Soon, her back arched and she let out an erotic scream as she came. I anxiously looked around in fear that she had been heard by my mother and father.

As she came down from her orgasm, I noticed with disappointment that I hadn’t been able to make her squirt. I slid the dildo out of her, the removal of the artificial head making a satisfying popping sound as I did.

With the dildo out of her, I then realized that there was a white substance on ‘The Hulk’, in her pussy, and in a little puddle on my comforter. I stuck a finger in her cunt, scooping out a little of the substance as she let go of her ankles and laid down comfortably.

“What is this stuff?? Did you have sex with Mason before you came here??” I asked curiously as I sucked it off my fingers. It didn’t taste quite like jizz, but similar.

“What? No. Though that was my plan, thus the crotchless panties. Anyway, that’s my ejaculate. I cream a lot.” She explained.

I’d never heard of a girl ‘creaming’ before, but if I could squirt, it made sense that other girls had their own ways of cumming.

“Hey, all that ‘bitch’, ‘whore’ stuff was roleplay, right?” I asked, laying down next to her.

“Mostly.” She said, putting an arm around my shoulder. “But I feel a lot better now. Hate sex is therapeutic.”

I sat up, looking at her with concern. “Are you okay? I mean, you’ve had kind of a rough night.”

She shrugged. “I’ll get there. But…I loved him, you know? I don’t think I’ll ever fully get over that. And even after everything that’s happened, I can’t hate you. Or him. I guess that’s just how love is-you forgive the people who hurt you, even though maybe you shouldn’t.”

Relieved, I curled up under the sheets with her. I don’t know how long it took before I fell asleep, but it felt like mere seconds. It was calming to have Anneka in bed with me, even though her ‘cream’ was on the top of the covers.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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Let’s just say that Greg didn’t have the most amazing childhood. He was much smarter and much younger than everyone else all through school, graduating at just fifteen, and he was a small guy and wasn’t good at sports. His parents expected great things from him and pushed him pretty hard, and he was bullied at school regularly, and never really figured out how to talk to girls.

Despite all of that, or maybe because of it, he breezed through a dual Bachelors in Physics and Biochemistry at Stanford, and then finished his Master’s in Biotechnology at John’s Hopkins at just 21 years old. He was offered dozens of six-figure jobs all over the world, but decided to create his own startup Biotech firm, which was hugely successful, and he was on track to be a billionaire before 30. Even with all that success though, he was still nervous about his impending 10-year High School Reunion, which was in just over a week.

Greg still saw himself as that pathetic kid that everyone teased or ignored, and he knew his former classmates wouldn’t even understand his business, no less appreciate it. He wasn’t bitter about his childhood, but he didn’t want to go back to his hometown as the same nerdy wimp that they all knew. So he kept thinking he needed to find a better way to impress them. He wanted to blow them away. To transform himself into a man that other guys would respect and/or be intimidated by, and that women would drool over. But how?

Just like he always did, Greg approached his problem scientifically. He knew there had to be a way to remake himself, and he explored various types of gene therapy and chemical and biological agents that might get him results. After a few weeks of trying, and a bit of testing on lab animals, Greg found something he believed would work. He kept it hush-hush, with only a handful of people having any idea what he was doing. He built a glass capsule roughly the size of a large coffin as his delivery device, and coordinated with his assistant to monitor his vitals during the procedure, and then he stripped down and got ready to climb in.

Greg walked over to the wall mirror across from the capsule and took a long look at himself. He was 5’7″ and very thin, lacking muscle tone, with stringy brown hair that was receding, and a cleft chin. Not that anyone knew, since he was still a virgin, but he had a small dick, barely 4″, thin and weak, and often struggled to maintain an erection, even when he was just masturbating. He grimaced, determined to make a change, and he opened the hatch to the capsule, set to climb in.

The attending Nurse would be the only other person in the room during the procedure, and she would respond to an emergency situation if she noticed something, or if Greg’s assistant saw something potentially dangerous in the readings. She came walking in as Greg was opening the hatch, and Greg politely smiled at her, hoping to get off on the right foot with someone who he might need to save his life. Her reaction to Greg’s naked form could best be described as thinly-veiled revulsion, and Greg was embarrassed and disgusted, hopping into the capsule as quicky as possible. Luckily, the capsule was opaque and air-sealed, so he couldn’t see or hear her after that.

The capsule was easily large enough to fit someone twice Greg’s size, and the platform he was lying on was fairly comfortable, so Greg was able to relax as much as someone in a glass box could. The only sound Greg could hear was the oxygen regulator pumping away, and his own heartbeat. A speaker in the corner of the capsule asked Greg if he was ready, and he replied that he was. He closed his eyes as the sleeping gas slowly filled the capsule, and he faded to unconsciousness feeling sour and thinking of the look that Nurse had given him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The fog in Greg’s head was slowly fading as he heard the automated latch on the sealed edge of the capsule click, releasing the entire upper half of it to gently swing open. It was designed to do that once the procedure was complete just in case the oxygen regulator malfunctioned. He groggily climbed over the edge and found he didn’t need the steps there to reach the floor. The capsule opened to the side facing the monitoring room, which was currently vacant, and Greg found his eyes were finally clearing. He walked around to the other side of the capsule, eager to look himself over in the mirror.

Greg was absolutely stunned. He had made markers on the wall next to the mirror to mark out a height scale, and his head now lined up almost perfectly with 6’6″. His hair was dark, thick and wavy, running down to about collar-length, and his features were classic and strong. He even had a strong jaw now, and his eyes were a clear sky blue. His shoulders were broad and square, and his body was packed with sculpted muscle. But that wasn’t even the best part.

He finally noticed his new cock and was even more amazed. It was enormous, hanging just past his knee, and was as big around as a illegal bahis can of coke, his balls as big as plums. He could feel his new virility bubbling up from those big balls, and he stroked his long shaft a few times to see how it felt. The sheer size of his massive dick was astonishing, likely the biggest cock in the world, and he could feel the substantial weight of it in his hand. No one would ever question his manhood again.

The Nurse was mostly looking at the ground as she walked into the lab. “I have a fresh set of clothes for you Mr. Paulsen,” she said, and her voice drifted off as she glanced up at him. Her jaw dropped open, and she stared at him for several seconds, her eyes crawling over him hungrily, finally settling at his gigantic cock. Greg moved his hands to his hips to give her a better view, and she tilted her head a little as if judge it from another angle. She stared at it for several seconds more before she shook her head and looked down at the ground. “Who are you? Where is Mr. Paulsen?”

Suddenly a voice came in over the speaker. “Seems like it worked.” Greg looked over at the monitoring room to his assistant and smiled. “Seems like it did,” he said, and then glanced at the Nurse and back at his assistant. “We’ll talk more shortly. Why don’t you go compile the data so we can discuss it.” Greg knew damn well that the data was automatically recorded and organized on the server, but he wanted a moment with his favorite Nurse.

His assistant took the hint and left. Greg turned back to the Nurse, who was back to studying his incredible body, most notably his humongous dick.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he said, leaning against the capsule. His cock made a thudding sound as it slapped against it, and the Nurse jumped a little, still staring down at his jackhammer. “Your name, miss,” he politely repeated, and her eyes slowly rose to meet his.

“I’m Katherine,” she said, trying desperately to maintain eye contact. “Kat to my friends,” she said, with a nervous smile.

“Well Kat, I would love to be your friend. In fact, I need your help with something,” he said, standing back up and taking slow, sauntering steps toward her. His cock swayed impressively, Kat’s eyes following its every movement, and she looked as if she might swoon. Somehow, she kept her composure and barely flinched as he approached.

“How can I help you? You don’t look like you need any help at all. With anything,” she said, and her eyes crawled over him again. He continued his slow approach.

“Believe it or not, I’m a virgin, and I would like to change that. So what do you say?” He stopped a few feet away from her and spread his hands out as if to give her a hug, and he intentionally swiveled his hips just enough to get his huge cock swinging again. Her mouth dropped open again, and she twitched uncomfortably, watching his huge swaying dick, and drinking in his manly musk. She was entranced for several long seconds, and then meekly made sideways eye contact.

“I don’t think my boss…”, she started, but he cut her off.

“Your boss will be fine with it. I promise,” he said, and gave her a beaming smile.

“Well if he won’t mind, I guess,” she said, already taking her scrub top off to reveal an excellent pair of fairly large breasts. Turns out that Kat had a nice figure, as well, and when she turned around to kick off her shoes and scrub pants, a pretty nice ass, too. Her face was cute, even without makeup, and Greg thought that she’d do pretty well for his first.

He closed the space between them as she was taking off her bra, and she took several frustrated breaths as she was trying to take her underwear off. Greg reached over and simply tore her panties apart like tissue paper, and her eyes blazed with excitement. His cock was already stiffening, and he stroked it slowly to assist. There was a desk for the Nursing station next to Kat, and Greg sat on it, stroking his massive dick more vigorously, immensely enjoying the feel of its weight in his hand. He still couldn’t believe the sheer size of it, and Kat seemed even more impressed than he was.

“Just to be clear, I don’t believe you’re a virgin for one second. But I will probably never see a dick that big again, and I’m taking my shot.” With that, she turned away from him and stuck out her butt, backing up toward his monster.

Greg smiled as she guided his huge meat into her, and she grunted as the first few inches went in. Kat gasped in pleasure as he was roughly half-way in, and grunted again as he reached her capacity, with about two-thirds of his jackhammer within her. Then she slowly began working up and down his long shaft, moaning and shuddering occasionally as she went. Greg was enjoying himself and wondered if it would have felt this good with his much smaller dick.

Greg got a bit excited and decided to start helping Kat, so he began thrusting up to meet her mid-stroke. She grunted and then shook and swayed a bit, and Greg felt cum wash over his huge cock. illegal bahis siteleri It took him a moment to realize what had happened, and he smiled in pride. He stood up and turned Kat around to grab the desk, and he started pumping Kat with a purpose. Kat immediately came again, and Greg’s cock was dripping wet, and he was splattering his abs and Kat’s ass with every thrust.

Kat started moaning almost constantly, and Greg was picking up the pace, pumping her hard enough that the thumping sound was echoing through the lab. Kat came again and her legs buckled, but Greg kept her steady as she slumped down on the desk. Greg kept pounding away, and she kept cumming, a small puddle of which had formed on the floor nearest the desk. Finally, Greg could feel a tightening at the base of his big balls, and he realized it was almost his turn.

He pumped a few more times until the tightness was noticeably stronger, and pulled out of Kat, aiming his huge dick at her lower back. His cock exploded like Old Faithful, covering her ass and lower back in thick cum, and Greg grunted in pleasure. This was worth the wait, he thought, stroking his cock a few times to push out the last of his cum. Then he reached for his new clothes and quickly got dressed.

As he walked out the door, he made a mental note to give Kat a bonus the next time he dropped by accounting.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Greg didn’t feel sleepy that night, so he decided to go to the company gym to test himself. First, he headed for the squat rack, starting off with two plates on each side, and then adding more after every few reps. He finally maxed out the bar, and it was literally bending from the weight, but it felt like he was lifting air. He literally did dozens of squats with the full bar and it didn’t faze him at all.

Next, he tried the bench press, and had the same results. Then he pulled himself up the rope like he was pulling at air, and then did it again with one arm to see if it made a difference. It didn’t. He went to the basketball court and jumped up and sat on the backboard with almost no effort, and easily long-jumped from one end of the court to the other.

People started coming in and Greg caught them staring at him. At some point he had taken off his top and shorts and was only wearing spandex underpants, which did a marvelous job of outlining his enormous dick. Finally, he decided to go home and try to sleep again.

Despite his crazy workout, he was still unable to sleep, and he thought there were other ways he could test himself, so he went in to work to talk to his social media guys. He had them build him a Tinder account that would attract tons of hotties, and he had two “dates” in under an hour, one on each of the next two days. His pictures showed how buff he was, including one in spandex bottoms that showed off his huge package, and they weren’t shy about listing how rich he was. Not the toughest job ever.

His two dates were Asara and Kennedy. Asara was a pretty, slim girl of East Indies descent, with a quirky sense of humor and healthy sex drive. He gave her pussy a real beating, and it only took him about twenty minutes to leave her in a pleasure coma.

Kennedy was a pretty brunette with big tits that was a bit of a new age type. She had rocks and gemstones all over the place to improve the flow of energy, or some such nonsense, but Greg had fun playing with her tits, and she gave great head, so it wasn’t a waste of time. Once he got to pounding, she only lasted about ten minutes.

After Kennedy, Greg decided to start scheduling a bunch more “dates”, since he had boundless energy, and wanted to test the limits of his manhood. His three tries so far had barely made a dent, and he wanted to get in as much practice as possible before his trip, as well. With just five days before he flew home, he scheduled a total of twenty one more “dates”, and he plowed through them all with abandon. None lasted more than twenty minutes, and he only came for two of them, his control and strength growing with practice.

He had gone from no previous lovers to twenty four in just a week, and had ruined all of them, and his confidence was high. He was excited when he boarded the plane Thursday night and headed home.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Greg took the red eye into Dallas, and then picked up his rental car and drove just over an hour to the small town where he grew up. He checked into the hotel around 7am and didn’t bother to call or message anyone. He didn’t speak to his parents much these days, and had no friends left here, and he preferred to leave his new body a surprise for his former classmates. He had a several hours to kill, since he wouldn’t need to sleep, so he looked up some of his former classmates on social media. Most of them were leading fairly boring lives, but he found a few interesting tidbits.

Shannon Connelly had married her High School sweetheart, Jack Dawes, who was the starting Quarterback canlı bahis siteleri and team captain, and they were in the middle of a bitter divorce. This was significant because Shannon was easily the hottest girl in school, the one that everyone drooled over, and Greg had always had a crush on her. She was pretty, and had very big tits, to the point that the boys had got to saying, “Shannon’s got cannons”, and she had this incredibly sexy way about her. She was also one of the few people that had been kind to Greg, so she was at the top of his list.

There were various events scheduled all day, but Greg only really cared about the gala party, which kicked off at 7:30pm. It was about a quarter to eight, so he changed and headed out, not wanting to get there too early. He parked in the old student parking lot and walked the long way around to the front entrance, memories flooding back to his mind, some good, some bad.

Just inside the entrance, past the stairwells was a reception desk with a man and a woman waiting to welcome the former classmates. He didn’t recognize the man, but he knew the woman. She was Alicia Kent, a former student class President and the sort of overly happy person that always came across as fake. She tried too hard at most things, needed a little too much attention, and was a bit of a slut, but not a generally bad person.

Alicia had dark hair and dark eyes, and her skin was a bit darker than the average, and she was tall and very thin. Her face was noticeably pretty, and her medium-sized boobs looked a bit big for her frame. She’d never really had much of an ass, but Greg thought she was fairly good looking, if not quite his type. She had mostly ignored Greg in school. She wasn’t ignoring him now,

The moment Greg walked in the door, Alicia caught sight of him and her conversation trailed off. Greg was wearing a tight shirt that showed off his bulging muscles, and tight blue jeans that clearly showed the outline of his massive dick. Alicia looked him up and down, her eyes settling on his giant package. As Greg swaggered up to her table, she turned back to the woman she’d been talking to, saying, “Gotta work! I’ll catch up with you later. Go Wildcats!” And then she turned back to Greg with a big smile.

“Hey Wildcat! Welcome back! Which one of these name tags is yours?” she said expectantly, pointing to the neatly spread out tags on the table.

Greg pressed his hips gently against the table, which brought her eyes back to his huge bulge, and he leaned over to tap his tag, smiling. Alicia looked a bit confused but recovered quickly. “Greg, you look so…different. Very…different.”

“Good different?” Greg said, with a cocky smile.

“Definitely. Very good,” Alicia said, a dreamy smile on her face as she looked him over again.

“Well, if you get some time I’d love to catch up. I can show you exactly how different I am,” he said, thinly-veiled innuendo in his tone.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his suddenly, and then she started looking around. After a moment she called over to a nondescript brunette wearing way too much makeup that was chatting with some equally nondescript dude by the far stairwell. “Sheila. Hey, can you hold down the desk for a minute? I need a break.” Then Alicia stood up, chewing her lip as she looked over Greg again, and then she smiled again. “Let’s catch up in private,” she said, and grabbed his hand.

The gym was dead ahead, but Alicia was heading for the side hallway on the left. Greg looked into the gym briefly, and sure enough, Shannon was standing next to a table near the temporary stage, chatting with some older man. She looked as good as ever, her face even more gorgeous than he remembered, and her huge tits straining the limits of the dress shirt she was wearing. Her body didn’t look even a tiny bit different, and his cock was stiff almost instantly. She definitely noticed him, too, taking a long look at him as he passed. He’d make sure to bump into her later.

Alicia jiggled a couple of handles until she found a classroom that was unlocked, and they walked to the back of the room. “So…” she said, rubbing her hands on his chest.

Greg sat back on the closest student desk and pulled Alicia to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they started making out, and she was trying to press every inch of herself against him. His cock had already been hard thanks to Shannon, so he didn’t waste time. He stood up and pulled his pants down below his knees, and his huge cock sprang out and thumped against Alicia’s leg with a thud. She laughed at how solidly it had hit her leg, amazed by its weight and incredible size.

“Jesus! That is a really big cock,” she said, almost whispering, as if trying to keep a secret. Greg smiled, and he tilted his head down to his monster, encouraging her to begin, and she obliged.

She dropped down to her knees and grabbed Greg’s huge beast with both hands, struggling to fit his over-sized cock head into her mouth. She started working her head up and down, trying to take more and more of him with each attempt, but struggling to even get halfway. She backed out to breathe for a moment and then went down again, and Greg gently pushed against the back of her head to assist.

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It was certainly a party that would last until the morning. She had never been such the center of attention, but, being on the dance floor, and moving the way she moved, with her twin partners, there wasn’t a man in the room who could stop staring enviously at those two men. They were all so passionate during the fast music, but it was the slower music that had taken them over the edge. It was at the end of the perfect song that they made the perfect eye contact between them all. The lust in all their eyes was unmistakable. They made their way back to the hotel with obvious intention.

As the door closed behind them, she passionately pounced on one of her friends, holding his face, kissing so slowly and deeply. “You take that,” she whispered, “and sit down here.” She nudged the lifeless, entranced man into a seat. “Get yourself a drink, but don’t go anywhere,” she coyly stated, “or you will miss the show of a lifetime.” Her eyebrows perked. He could barely think

Turning back to the other, his eyes grew larger. He was obviously overwhelmed by her sheer sexual presence. She took him by the hand and walked him those few steps to the opposite side of the bed. Tracing her hand across his obvious erection, she gripped him by the back of his neck and pulled him into his own erotic mouthing kiss. Her hand continued to embrace his shaft as he moaned directly into her massaging mouth. Her tongue traced along the sides and roof of his mouth with an amazing reaction. He shuttered and nearly fell from his weak knees. Finishing up her kiss with the softest suction on his lower lip and the moist, slow release. As her eyes opened, she saw the once statuesque man that stood there when she started become a quivering, tingling mass of flesh. His eyes so wide and his breath so deep, she knew she had him exactly where she wanted. As she smiled and gazed at the seated brother, her hand effortlessly pushed him from his stance onto the bed, where he fell lifelessly to his back, still trying to regain his breath.

With the man lying on the edge of the bed, she proceeded to turn her back to him and grind her backside along his still aching erection. His body spasmed, as he nearly exploded in his shorts. Her hand reached to her back where she easily untied her bikini top. Her hands then reached behind herself to his hips where she gyrated into his crotch. While moaning, he sat up and reached around her body to her delicious breasts. Kissing into her fragrant hair and neck while cupping and molesting her. She could hear her effects by the moaning and lusting in his breath. His large hand cupped and lifted her allowing her straps to fall from her shoulders. She allowed it to fall to the floor, and his hands quickly recovered to touch her skin-to-skin. He continued to mouth into her shoulders, neck, and ear when he finally got a small humming moan to escape her lips. “Oh my God,” was all he could say.

She stood back up and turned around. He finally got to see the chest that he had been groping all this time, and he was floored. Looking up to her beautiful face, he met her eye-to-eye and saw the lustful determination deep within her. He crawled back to the center of the bed while she lifted her leg to the side and followed him up and mounted him. As he lay there, she started opening his shirt, anxious to see the muscles that had tossed and caressed her around the dance floor all night. As the last button became undone, both her hands, starting from the middle, pushed the shirt open and off his shoulders. She leaned forward on top of his body to help push it along. He leaned into another kiss, as she completed taking it off. The she tossed it to the side with the flip of her wrist.

Like an animal she quickly gripped his wrists in each hand and pinned them above his head. He lay there unblinking as her power and demeanor throttled him into a perfectly erotic fear as he lay underneath her completely without control and exposed to her desire. Her hips started to slowly gyrate into his crotch again, and she lowered her mouth to his. His moaning became uncontrollable. His body began to tighten. His eyes opened wide only to see hers closed still passionately mouthing into his lips. She released her kiss, while still humping him through his shorts. She looked and saw the intensity and anxiety she gave him, and she loved it. Her smile drove him over the edge. She leaned down to his ear and began whispering while she grinded him deeper and deeper. “Yesssssssss…Ohhhh…Let it go…Let it go…Don’t fight it…Give it to me…Show me how much you want meeeeeee….”

She turned her head to the still-seated brother as her victim, his twin, pinned beneath her, screamed and exploded in his shorts — his head thrown back, his legs and toes pointed out, his eyes tightly squinted, his jaw screaming, locked open. She casino siteleri smiled unaffected, knowing she had complete control over them both. She finally released his wrists, though it was of little consequence. He lay there lifeless with the exception of the occasional convulsion. Opening his eyes widely and looking into hers, he lost his breath knowing that he had never imagined a burning desire such as the one that she possessed.

She left her still lifeless partner, climbed slowly off the bed, and paced towards the seated man. She stopped directly in front of him — her legs straddling his. He looked up to her and reached for her. “Ah ahhh,” she quickly retorted. “Look, but don’t touch.” The authority in her voice backed him up immediately. She reached to the ties holding her bikini bottom and again looked to his eyes for reassurance. He affirmed whole-heartedly and could barely hold back the watering in his mouth. With a long, smooth, slow pull the knot got smaller and smaller and smaller. Finally, after the eternity of anticipation her bottom fell to his lap exposing her perfectly trimmed sex. Realizing his dumbfoundedness and awe, she knew that he was reaching a near-complete erection in his own shorts. She leaned over to his ear and moaned so sensually, “Not yeeeet.” With that she stepped backwards towards the bed with the most exasperated look of desire on his face and crawled back to her original victim — still laying there, catching his breath.

Her fingers traced meanderingly down his chest towards his shorts followed by random kisses and sucking across his chest and abdominal muscles. His hands reached for her, but she quickly batted them down firmly. The look in her eyes letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was not to do a thing. She began stroking him through his shorts and felt his recently spent shaft underneath begin to regain its rigidity. Her finger hooked onto the top of his shorts and gently pulled them down to his knees. She gawked and smiled at the beauty of his shaft. Her kisses continued closer and closer to his manhood. She was now close enough that he could feel the heat of her breath on the base of his sex. Her hand gripped his base standing him perfectly upwards to her face. The cum from his earlier explosion smelled so aromatic to her. His newly regained erection was waiting for her attention. Her hand sliding up and down his shaft, lubricated with his own juices. Her lips parted. Her eyes closed. Her head slowly lowers her wide-open mouth downward. His head leans up, wide-eyed with anticipation, looking at the side of her head as she is so close to enveloping his cock in her mouth. He can feel the heat of her breath, but her mouth is still further open than his member. Lower. Lower. Finally, in one motion, her lips wrap around his stiffness, her tongue begins rubbing inside her mouth, her hand slides down to his testicles, and she lets out the most delicious, muffled moaning onto him sending him screaming, “OOOOOHHhhhh GOOOOOooooddd!”

Her fingernails tickled and stretched his balls so delicately. Her mouth tasting and sliding so slowly up and down his cock while her head twisted and tasted him on every surface of her mouth. “MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned as her lips rolled outward and inward, up and down his shaft. Such a slow, deliberate sucking rocked his world beyond comprehension. Opening her mouth as her lips rolled over the edge of his large head, the most incredible suctioning pop could be heard as his member landed on his own body with a thud. She quickly laid her head on him and scooped him back into her mouth sucking faster. Her hands braced on each side of his legs. She threw one leg over his chest exposing and offering her sex to her thirsty partner. He quickly lunged into her as deeply as possible mouthing and tonguing her with all his desire.

They both moaned in rapture as the sixty-nine sharpened their desires more and more. Faster and deeper they went. They could barely stand giving and receiving such delicious pleasure. Her head bobbing up and down, while his head gyrating deeper tasting the inner walls of her womanhood. Her hand caressed against his legs. His hands reached under and around her gripping her ass — feeding her sex to his hunger. Her moistness continued to build along with his own thirst, sucking and drinking her wetness. Moaning into her open sex, “MMMmmmmmmmmmmm,” he vibrated her to the core, sending a shiver over her entire body, freezing her, making her tremble in a cold sweat. It was obvious that her grip on the occasion was coming to an end. Her hands began holding his legs tighter and tighter as his began rocking her backside deeper onto his mouth. She dropped his member from her mouth and began chanting, “YYEESssss…yeeessssss…RIGHT THERE!” Her fingernails began to dig deeper as her grasp slot oyna became a death grip. Her body began shaking more and more. She sat up and thrusted her sex onto his face “OOOOOHHHhhhhhhhhh yeessssssss! Oh, GOD YES!” She continued pushing against his mouth harder and harder as she came. Biting her lower lip and throwing her head backwards in a convulsing spasm over and over, she drenched his mouth with more juiced than he could handle, as it spilled off his face to his chest. As she looked to the unfortunate, unparticipating brother in the corner her eyes rolled back in her head, and she blacked out, collapsing lifelessly on top of the man that delivered her to such intense heights.

———-

As she woke, hours later, she found herself lying facedown on the bed, blindfolded, still tingling from her earth-shattering orgasm. She reached to remove the blindfold, but was stunned when she felt her wrists tied to the headboard. The warms hands of her partners were all over her back, massaging her into wonderfully tenseless goo. She could smell the vanilla oil they were using as if it were immediately under her nose. Two hands on her shoulders and back, two hands on her backside and legs and feet. Two of the hands left her, though, as she heard footsteps to the next room and back. On her lips she suddenly noticed the taste of strawberry. Her mouth opened slowly, and the perfectly ripe fruit was placed on her palette for her consumption. Not a drop was spilled while she enjoyed the sweet taste in her mouth. Another strawberry soon followed while the massaging hands barely broke their pace. “MMMMmmmmmmmm.” She could not contain her smile. She had dreamt of this type of treatment all her life.

The whisper in her ear quickly brought her back to reality. “Do you think you are ready, now, Love? You have been asleep for over and hour, and we just wanted you to wake as enjoyably as possible.” Her wrists were untied from the bed, but her blindfold remained. Her body was under the complete guidance of her partners. She felt her legs open and a hand reach down to begin massaging her sex. She again let out a smiling moan of approval. She then felt the pair of them begin kissing her back and shoulders and neck so softly and sensually. This continued as their hands began feeling her over and over. They lifted her hair to kiss the absolute back of her neck, which sent her mind spinning with desire. They took turns doing that. One was on her ear, sucking and moaning. The other was kissing the side and back of her neck. While doing this, they both made themselves comfortable on either side of her, lying on the bed. Her mouth gasping for air while they teased her and teased her with expert results. The hand teasing her below spiraled deeper and deeper as she got more and more passionate.

Suddenly, her leg was lifted and she was hoisted on top of the man on her left facing his feet. Both their sexes lined up, and both were more than ready to go the distance. Without hesitating she reached behind herself blindly and braced his cock, slamming it inside her steaming moistness. She braced herself on his shoulders and rode him up and down, occasionally gyrating his stiffness inside her. He gripped her backside and helped quicken the pace with his own upward slamming, causing the most intense wet slopping thrusting she had ever heard into her own depths. Her inner walls were completely saturated and pampered by his enormity. She felt so feminine by his unimaginable size. She felt so overwhelmed and fulfilled, as he pumped into her deeper and deeper. She leaned forward and grabbed onto his shins, bracing herself for his beautifully aching pounding.

That was when she smelled the aroma of sex stronger then she thought possible. She was confused for just a small moment, but was quickly and intensely awakened when she felt the head of a cock against her lips. He stood at the foot of the bed and slowly guided her head closer and closer to him. Her mouth opened. She could taste it in the air. She could taste how close she was. Then he slid his length deep into her mouth and throat. Her lips closed and she mind trembled at the situation. She was satisfying two men at once, her body began to tighten, but she held herself from finishing. She reached for the cock in her mouth and grasped it by the base. Her blindfolded head began bobbing his entire length in and out of her mouth. The cock below her was stiffening tighter and tighter, so close to unleashing its load. The grip on her head dropped, but the hands on her ass gripped tighter and tighter. He grunted and screamed. She could feel the man so close to finishing, but the taste in her mouth was so delicious. Then she felt the flooding from underneath fill her sex beyond its capacity. He slammed deeper and deeper rocking her from below. She was unaffected and continued canlı casino siteleri bobbing her mouth on the tantalizing mouthful. Her hips gyrated and milked more and more cum from the still granite shaft in her womanhood. Then she felt the clasps on her ass, once so tight, release with two distinct thuds to the bed on both sides of her. The cock continuing to spasm on occasion, but, for the most part, spent and writhing inside her. She would occasionally shock him with her PC muscles to feel him jump and scream from below her, but it was the shaft in front of her that now had the majority of her attention.

She pulled off her blindfold without haste and cradled his testicles and lifted his cock straight up trailing her tongue along the vein. She continued to envelop his head with her tongue, circling and sucking. All the while she caressed and stretched his tightening sacks, she knew she was in complete control, once again. “MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm!” She engulfed his cock down to the base and quickly pulling back out, stroking it with such sensual precision. Again, she deepthroated him, shaking her head, vibrating his shaft, and pulling it back out. Lusting for the taste of his cum, she began to stroke faster and faster. Licking her lips, she could feel his tightness mount. Then she slowed to a tight-gripped milking, kissing the tip and tasting his precum. As it hit her lips, she was consumed in thirst for more. She stroked faster and faster. Her guttural moaning caused her earlier victim to slowly stretch inside her further and further with dramatic affects. She stroked her hand faster and faster, pulled on his sack tighter and tighter. He looked down into her eyes, seeing her mouth open and tongue greedy, sticking out, waiting for his blast. Stroking harder and faster, “Give it to me.” His back began to tense. He held onto her head, as her pace never slowed. Closer and closer he got. She could see the urge in his eyes. Tighter and tighter he became. “AAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhh,” he screamed, shooting off straight into her waiting throat. She lunged her mouth, engulfing him. Her sucking was unbelievably fast, and he shot off over and over fucking into her mouth. She wouldn’t slow. Screaming louder and louder, his body shot off continuously. She pulled him out of her mouth and began milking him, letting him see the slowest cum drip from his shaft to her outstretched tongue.

Then she started, once again, grinding and humping the manliness from below. She felt him become more and more rigid as her stride grew and grew to match his length. He then grabbed her and lifted her off to his side. It was time for a change, and it took both of them to do it. Both of her partners together positioned her for one final session. She was stood up at the side of the bed with her legs splayed open. One lay on the bed in front of her with her between his legs and one approached her from behind. She knew exactly what they wanted.

As she bent over, taking a cock into her mouth, she felt a hand begin to spread her sex open. “MMMMMMmmmmmmm,” she moaned, as his cock head pushed into her inch by glorious inch. The hands behind her grabbed onto her hips and began to pound into her relentlessly. She could barely think. She could barely stand. Her head was grasped and her mouth was slowly and deliberately screwed from below. Both men were having their way with her body, and she loved it. The sexy slaps of every thrust into her from behind paired with the length she tasted up and down. Her mind was numb. She became tantric, out of control of her own desire. Deeper and deeper they both went. Harder and harder they pushed. She had never felt so feverishly taken like this. Her legs were spread and lifted from the floor. The cock in her remained as hard as ever as he hoisted her lower body off the ground and continued to rock her harder and harder. As her head was guided up and down, the moaning of all three of them mounted, hers especially. They had reached the pinnacle. There was no stopping now. All bodies tensed tighter and tighter. Eyes widened. Thrusts deepened. Moans became louder. She shook violently, so near to finishing. Then, like gigantic explosion, the men screamed flooding her from every direction, holding her in place to accept their entire offer. She reacted, tightening all over, inside and out. A loud muffled scream in orgasm filled the room. Cum dripped from her sex, both hers and his mixed. Her fingers were gripping and tearing at the sheets. She was lowered to the ground in the finale of her release, shaking uncontrollably in her orgasm.

After all three lay there, without movement for nearly half an hour, they all crawled into the bed, her in the middle, and she was caressed to magnificent slumber by both of her studs.

———-

The next morning, she woke to the smell of three dozen roses and the cologne of the two men getting ready for another day. She smiled at them both in unbelievable satisfaction as they smiled back. She then laid her head back down and closed her eyes. That was a birthday she could never forget.

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kendi soluna düşen çatalı almak için masanın altına doğru eğildi ve düşük bel koyu siyah pantalonun altından önce muhteşem kalçalarının çizgisi ve ardından bembeyaz dantelli minicik kilodu gözüktü.Ebru baya bir içki içipte aniden eğilmeninde etkisiyle başının döndüğünü söyleyip 5-10 saniye kadar o pozisyonda kaldı ve bu sikimin dimdik olması için zaten aradığım bahaneyi elimeverdi.           Saat gecenin ikisi olmuştu, Seda o günkü yorucu iş gününün ve 3 kadeh şarabında etkisiyle esneyip durmaya başlamış,uyumamak için kendini zor tutuyordu.Demet ve bende aksine birbirimize iyice ısınmış, kahkahalarla muhabbete devam ediyorduk. Sedanın yorgun olması benimde işime geliyor Demeti rahatça süzebiliyor hatta sanki yanlışlıkla çarpıyormuş gibi sık sık masanın altından diz temasına giriyordum.Ve şimdiye kadar mimiklede olsa rahatsız olduğunu gösterecek herhangi bir tepkiyle karşılaşmamıştım. Kahkaha atarken kaykılıp kollarını arkaya doğru sallaması veiri göğüslerinin zıplayışına bakıp o an onu orada yatırıp üzerine abanmak içimden geçtiysede bu imkansız düşünceyi kafamdan kovmaya çalıştım.      Derken çok ilgin birşey oldu ve Seda `arkadaşlar ben dayanamıyorum yatsam size ayıp olur mu?` dedi. Ben bir anda donup kalmıştım. Aslında bu Demetle başbaşa kalabilmem için iyi bir fırsattı fakat korkuyordum, çünkü Demet gece burada kalacaktı, e bizde tanışalı 3-5 saat olduğuna ve Sedanın en yakın arkadaşı ve aynı zamandada misafiri olduğuna göre herhalde o da tamam hadi yatalım diyecek ve gece sona erecekti. Ama çok daha ilginç bir şey oldu ve Demet `tamam Sedacım, hadi sen git yat biz oturuyoruz iyi geceler tatlım` deyiverdi, ben şaşkınlıktan daha ne olduğunu anlayamadan Seda da `tamam canım sanada iyi geceler sabah kahvaltıda görüşürüz`diye cevap verdi ve banada misafirini iyi ağırlamamı tembihedip dudaklarıma bir öpücük kondurarak koridorun sonundaki odasına escort didim uyumaya gitti.      Açıkçası o an bende peşinden gidip gitmemekte tereddüt ettim çünkü Demet yüzünden acayip azmıştım ve eğer Seda ben gitmeden uykuya dalarsa hırsımı nereden çıkaracağımı bilemiyordum. İşin esası aklımda Demeti hayal ederek Sedayı evire çevire sikmek vardı fakat ani bir değişiklikle, sonunda çok büyük ihtimalle hiçbirşey yapamayacağımı bilsemde bu muhteşem yaratıkla birkaç saat daha oturmaya karar verdim. Nasılsa Seda kaçmıyordu, yarın öbürgün herzaman altıma girmeye hazırdı.     Seda yatmaya gittikten sonra bizde kalkıp divana oturduk, sadece fonda hafiften ses olsun diye bir müzik kanalını açtım. Karşılıklı oturup içmeye ve akıcı bir muhabbete devam ettik. Bir ara Demet divana bağdaş kurarak oturdu, espirilerime gülerken iyice öne kaykılıyor, önce muhteşem göğüsleri t-shirt`ünün geniş yakasından gözlerime birkaç saniyelik güzel bir manzara ziyafeti çektikten sonra Demet omuzuma yaslanıp kikirdemeye devam ediyordu. Tabi o sırada da pantalonu iyice aşağı çekiliyor, elimi o dantelli beyaz kilodun arasından gözüken çatala ve devamınadaldırmamak için kendimi zor tutuyordum.       Aslında bugüne kadarki tecrübelerime dayanarak düşünüyordum ki, kızla yalnızdık, mükemmel anlaşmıştık,kız içkinin rahatlığı içerisinde gevşemişti,40 yıllık dostçasına en açık saçık muhabbetlere gelinceye kadar muhabbet ediyorduk, çok hoş bir kızdı ve belliki benide beğenmişti, bir yandanhafiften ölçüyü kaçırmadan yaptığım kurlara sesini çıkarmıyor hatta karşılık veriyordu, kısaca ortam çok müsaitti, azmıştım ve onu sikmek için o an herşeyi göze alabilirdim ama gelin görün ki göz ardı edilemez bir gerçek vardıki ne olursa olsun o benim kız arkadaşımım en yakın arkadaşıydı ve biz şu an kız arkadaşımın evindeydik.      Bu imkansızlıklar ve saatlerdir kotumu zorlamaktan muhtemelen artık morarmış olan sikimi düşünerek artık iyi geceler dileyip Sedanın yanına gitmeye ve onu uyandırma pahasınada olsa hevesimi onunla gidermeye karar verdim.      Bunun için kalktım ve Demetede `hadi kalk artık yatalım yoruldum` dedim, önce somurttu `bu kadar çabuk mu` dedi fakat sonra `iyi sen bilirsin` diyerek o da ayağa kalktı ama hızlı kalkmanın ve içkininde etkisiyle sendeledi. Düşmemesi için birden sarıldım, kontrolsuz bir sarılma vetutma olduğu için sağ elim adeta sol göğsünü kavramıştı. `Gözüm karardı birden ve başım döndü kusura bakma` dedi hafiften gözlerini açarken. Bense kavradığım göğsünü yavaşça bırakmaya başlamıştım ama sağ elim hala göğsünün üzerinde, sol elim sıkıca kalçasından kavramış, bedenlerimiz adeta kenetlenmiş, gözlerimse sadece iki santim uzağımda olan dolgun parlak dudaklarındaydı.      O anda kelimenin tam anlamıyla gözüm döndü ve her şeyi göze aldım, o an aklımda ne Seda, ne iyi arkadaş olmaları, nede başka herhangi birşey vardı. Herşey aklımdan uçup gitmiş adeta büyülenmiştim ve alabileceğim tüm tepkilerede razıydım.      Hafiften gevşettiğim sağ elimi göğsünün üzerinde ufak ama gittikçe sertleşen daireler şeklinde dolaştırmaya başladım. Demet bir an hırsla gözlerimin içine baktı, tamam şimdi tokat geliyor derken adeta yırtarcasına dudaklarıma yapıştı. Soluksuzca öpüşüyorduk, sağ elim artık t-shirtin altına girmiş ve sıyırdığım sütyenin arasından göğüs ucunu üç parmağım arasında ezmeye lastik gibi çekiştirmeye başlamış ayrıca saatlerdir hayalini kurduğum pantalonunun içine elimi daldırıp götünü avuçlamış sıkıyor çimdikliyordum.     Bu şekilde didim escort bayan 10 dakika falan devam ettikten sonra hafifçe onukendimden uzaklaştırdım, içeri gidip Sedanın odasını kontrol ettim ve uyuduğundan emin olarak geri dönüp salonun kapısını kilitledim. Ne olursa olsunbir rezalet çıkmasını istemiyordum.    Tüm bunları yapıp dönerken acaba hiç ara vermesemiydim,ya kız şimdi vazgeçerse diye bir an korkuya kapıldım ama salona döndüğümde gördüm ki Demet çoktan sütyeni ve pantalonunu çıkarmış, üstünde sadece minicik dantelli beyaz kilotla divana uzanmış, kollarınıda arkaya atmasıyla zaten iri olan göğüsleri iyice dikleşmiş, divana götünü hafif hafif sürterek beni bekliyordu.Belliki o da acayip azmıştı.      Çabucak soyunup yanına gittim ve üzerine abandım, dudaklarımız yeniden kenetlendi ve ben ellerimle göğüslerini okşamaya başladım, daha sonra göğüslerini ne kadar sıkarsam altımda o kadar çok kıvrandığını görerek göğüs uçlarını resmen ısırmaya sündürerek çekip bırakmaya başladım. Adeta acıdan zevk alıyor, altımda kendinden geçmesi benide çok mutlu ediyordu ama şöyle bir sorun vardı ki acayip inliyordu.O inledikçe içeriden sesinin  duyulmaması için dudaklarına yapışıyordum.      Sertleşmiş sikim adeta artık kilodunu zorluyor, minik danteldelikleri arasından kendine geçiş yolu arıyordu, kilodu zaten götüne kadar sırılsıklam olmuş ve arka tarafı ip gibi toplanmıştı. Bacaklarını havaya kaldırdım, ipe dönüşmüş ıslak şeyi çıkartmadan kenara sıyırdım, altından kaymak gibi pürüssüz traşlı daracık amı çıktı ve nihayet sikimi içinesoktum. Ben içinde gidip gelirken o kadar kendinden geçti ki inlemeleri ufak çığlıklara dönüştü ve sessiz ol uyarılarımı duymamaya başladı. Adeta kendinden geçmişti. Çaresizce bir elimle ağzımı kapadım ve onu o şekilde öylece sikmeye devam ettim.     Bu sevişme o kadar aniden,doğal ve güzel olmuştuki, pozisyon değiştirme, prezervatif takma vs. gibi şeylerin hiçbirini düşünmeden, bacakları havada bir elim ağzını kapatmış o yüzden sadece hızlıca burnundan soluk alır biçimde dakikalarca o şekilde siktim Demeti.       Altımda birkaç kere boşaldı ve bende resmen zevkten tükenerek boşalma aşamasına geldim. Çok zevk almış, karşılığındada bana çok zevk vermişti ama hala da daha çok zevk vermeye çabalıyordu. Derya ilk izlenim olarak çok efendi hanım hanımcık bir kız gözüküyordu ve şüphesiz normal hayatındada öyleydi ama o an altımda kırk yıllık orospulara taş çıkartacak şekilde kıvranıyordu. Tırnakları sırtıma geçmiş, iki elim götünü parçalarcasına sıkar ve amını ayırır vaziyette bu sefer onun sesi yanında kendi sesime de hakim olmak için dudaklarına yapışmış bir şekilde o güzel amının taa derinliklerine kadar boşaldım.Boşalmam bittikten dakikalar sonra bile sikim amının içinde kontrolum dışında nabız gibi atıyor,onun amıda küçük küçük kasılarak buna cevap veriyordu.      Biraz sonra kendimize gelip kalktık, doğum kontrol hapıkullandığını ve endişelenmemi söyleyip beni rahatlattı.15 dakika kadar birbirimize sıkıca sarıldık,öpüştük ve ardından ben kalkıp Sedanın yanına gidipuyudum.O da demin çılgınlar gibi seviştiğimiz divana çarşaf serip uykuya daldı.      Ertesi sabah kalktığımda önce biraz tedirgin oldum acaba birşey çaktırırmıyız ya da Seda şüphelenip sezer mi birşeyler diye ama mutfağa gittiğimde kahkahalar içinde sohbet eden iki sıkı dost ve bana gülümseyen iki çift güzel göz gördüğümde korkum uçup gitti. 2-3 saat sonrada dün gece bana muhteşem bir rüya yaşatmış olan Demet İstanbula uçup gitti.       Bu olaydan 1 ay kadar sonra bu yaşadıklarımızla alakası olmayan başka sebepler yüzünden Sedayla ayrıldık. 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Author’s Note: This is the second in the series of episodes that occurred at certain times when I wore my lucky Steelers “I LOVE DICK” T-shirt. You don’t necessarily have to read the first chapter to follow the second chapter. Your votes and public comments (right after the voting) are greatly appreciated!

* * *

Oh no . . . no!” I shrieked.

One of the gangbangers had smashed me to the pavement in the parking lot, and the other snatched up my purse as they both ran.

The man in black leather was about to start his Harley when he witness the incident. He chased the one with the purse, caught him within fifty yards, and tackled him. They struggled briefly, and the gangbanger had a knife in his hand. The man in black broke the punk’s arm and smashed his face into the ground repeatedly until the gangbanger was unconscious.

A crowd gathered around me as I stood up shakily. I seemed to be okay, but I was wearing denim cut-offs and my knees were skinned a bit. Two police cars and an ambulance arrived on the scene. One car drove to where the man in black had the suspect apprehended, and the other stopped by me.

The cops who had driven up to the man in black got out of their car. One said, “Nice work. He looks a little the worse for wear.”

“Yeah, he pulled a knife on me. There it is on the ground. How’s the lady?”

“She’s standing up, so she must not be hurt bad,” the same cop said. “This guy needs the ambulance, not her.”

“You got identification?” the same cop asked. “For the police report.”

“Sure. My wallet is over on my scoot.”

“That’s some machine,” the same cop observed, admiring the sparkling Harley from a distance.

“1993 custom Fatboy. S & D rods and pistons, Edelbrock hand-ported heads, Sifton 141 cam—”

“Hey, I recognize you!” the other cop interrupted. “You’re Sonny Hawkins. You were all-state linebacker for Valley High about a dozen years ago. You guys won the state title. Whatever happened to you? I heard you got a scholarship to Penn State, but then I don’t remember anything after that.”

“I couldn’t cut it with the classes—too damn boring. Lost my scholarship. I joined the Marines. After that, I did some fighting with PRIDE over in Japan, but I suffered too many concussions and I had to quit. Now I work for that Harley shop on West 12th Street. We mostly customize bikes.”

“Well, we don’t need your identification then, Sonny,” the first cop said. “We know where to find you in case you’re needed to testify against this scumbag. You can take off.”

“Can I give that lady back her purse?”

Both cops nodded, so he picked it up and walked over. The crowd had dispersed. Only the one female police officer and I remained. He handed the purse to me.

Sonny looked me over. He kept staring at my chest. I was wearing my black Steelers novelty T-shirt that said “I LOVE DICK” in big gold letters on the front and then “Lebeau” under that in much smaller letters. Dick LeBeau is the Steelers defensive coordinator.

I looked Sonny over. Not exactly handsome but very rugged and scruffy looking. He wore a sleeveless black leather vest that emphasized his bulging biceps, and they weren’t the only thing that bulged. He caught me glancing at his package, and I could feel myself blush.

“Thank you for rescuing my purse,” I said as sweetly as I could.

“Your welcome, miss. Glad to be of service.”

“I feel like casino oyna I should reward you or something.” I reached into my purse.

“No, no. I don’t want money.”

“Is there anything you do want?” I inquired rather boldly.

Sonny continued to stare at my chest. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel the tips of my nipples becoming erect.

“Go for a ride on my hog,” he replied to my question.

“Huh?”

“My Harley—go for a ride with me.”

“Sure, why not. I can only imagine the hell I would have gone through canceling my credit cards and all that hassle. What’s your name? Mine is Sarah.”

“Mine’s Sonny, honey.”

* * *

We had ridden for about fifteen miles, very fast, as I held on to Sonny tightly. His body felt rock-hard, and he smelled good. I’m not sure how I would describe his scent—testosterone maybe. He finally pulled into the driveway of an old farm house with a big barn. Several Harleys and a pick-up truck were parked in the driveway.

“This is my place,” he said to me as he shut off the Harley. “My two buddies live here with me. Hey, you’re a Steelers fan, right? You must be with that ‘I LOVE DICK’ shirt. Do you . . . love dick?”

“Sure I do. I love the Steelers. And I have the Steelers defense, coached by Lebeau, for my fantasy football team. The defense got me 26 points with all those sacks and turnovers in the first game against the Browns.”

We entered the house, and Sonny led me to the huge living room. There were two other men sitting on a couch watching TV and drinking beer. They were both naked, and one had a huge penis. It looked like a club hanging between his legs.

“Holy shit!” I blurted.

“Hey, get some clothes on!” Sonny ordered the two. “You’re upsetting the girl.”

“That thing is a frigging monster!” I squealed.

“Duane’s dick? Yeah he has certainly been blessed in that department. We call him Thumper. The girls like to play Thumper. My other home boy there is Spike.” They both nodded.

“No, I wasn’t startled by that,” I responded. “It’s that television I was talking about. Nudity doesn’t bother me. I’ve been to nude beaches. Hey, and I like to play that drinking game Thumper.”

“Oh yeah, the TV is a frigging monster,” Sonny agreed. “It’s a Sony KDS-60A3000 BRAVIA SXRD. 60-inch screen. Sony’s Motionflow technology doubles the screen’s frames per second for a smoother image that’s perfect for fast-action sports. The Steelers game is starting soon. Would you like to watch it with us?”

“Heck yes, I would! I was going to watch the game in the lounge at my dorm. The TV there is about a third that size.”

I sat down and Sonny offered me a beer. “We have Samuel Adams honey porter, Scotch ale, or Boston lager.”

“Oh, that’s good beer! I’m tired of drinking Pihl’s or that generic shit. That’s what my ex-boyfriend usually had in the frig, which is one reason he is my ex-boyfriend. That and premature ejaculation. Sure, I’ll take a Scotch ale.” He handed me one.

The Steelers quickly started kicking ass, and the game got a little boring. “Hey, let’s play Thumper!” I suggested.

Soon we all had our hand signs and were pounding on the coffee table and screaming “What’s the name of the game?” and “Thumper!” and “Why do we play the game?” and “To get fucked up!” I think they were cheating somehow because I kept losing and getting fucked up.

The game ended in an overwhelming Steelers slot oyna victory. When the post-game show game on, I pulled a slip of paper out of my purse and mulled over it as the scores and stats for all the games were announced.

“What’s that?” Sonny asked.

“My fantasy football sheet. I’m checking to see how I did.”

“Do you want to play our brand of fantasy football?” Sonny then inquired. “It will be me and you against Spike and Thumper. I’m a lot better than they are so it should be a fair match.”

“Well, I . . . don’t want to get my clothes all muddy. It’s raining outside.”

“No worries, we play in the barn. And we play naked. You said you didn’t object to nudity.”

“Uh . . . okay . . . I guess. Sure, I’ll play.”

Sonny shed his clothing, and I did likewise. He got the football and put some beer in a cooler, and the four of us walked to the barn.

“Okay this is the way we play. We don’t kick off or punt. Not enough room. Each team gets four downs to go from that orange marker on the east side to that orange marker on the west side.”

“I think I get the drift of it.”

“Ladies first, right boys? So we get the ball first. You hike it to me and go out for a pass.”

I kind of crouched down sideways by the ball, and prepared to flip it to him.

“No, not like that!” he objected. “You have to hike it like the pros do. Bend over in front of the ball. I’ll get behind you, and when I say ‘hike’ you give it to me.”

I did as he requested. But he never said “hike.” Sonny kept rubbing my pussy from behind while he counted out numbers. When he got to “69” I was really wet, but he still didn’t say “hike.” And then Spike reached across the line of scrimmage and began to tweak my nipples. “Hey, you’re offside!” I screamed at him.

“Oh, we allow that,” Sonny said.

Thumper stood about six inches in front of me. His huge penis began to get erect, and soon he was offside too.

And then I felt Sonny’s cock inside me from behind. Not that I minded much. He had me so juiced up I was ready for something bigger than his fingers. When he realized I wasn’t going to protest, he began to thrust with some enthusiasm.

I took my hands off the ball and placed them flat on the ground. Thumper and Spike got on their knees in front of me in the hope that I would suck their dicks while Sonny pounded me from behind. But I really couldn’t do fellatio justice at the moment, although I did make a bit of a feeble attempt. They were mostly jerking off and rubbing their dicks on my face and lips rather than me doing anything for them.

Soon Sonny managed to find just the right angle, and he pounded in and out like a jackhammer. He reached underneath me and played with my clit with his right and teased my nipples with his left hand.

“Oh my . . . ohhhh my God . . . oh yeah . . . ohhhh yeah . . .” I moaned over and over.

“Talk dirty, you slut!” Sonny demanded.

“Fuck me, Sonny! Fuck me harder! Yeah, baby! Like that! Fuck me good!”

You know, that did make him fuck me harder.

“Sarah, my real name is Steve. Sonny is just a nickname.”

“Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me hard, honey!”

That made him fuck me even harder.

I collapsed on the ground in an earth-shattering G-spot orgasm that made my body tremble all over. I rolled over on my back, and Thumper and Spike fought over who could stick his dick in my mouth first. Soon they both canlı casino siteleri shot their wads all over my face.

Sonny didn’t let me rest for long. He picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and he entered me again. But he wouldn’t kiss me. I don’t know what it is with most guys who won’t kiss a girl with cum on her face, especially if it isn’t theirs. No, Sonny just fucked me some more.

Sonny got tired of supporting my weight after about ten minutes, and he still hadn’t ejaculated. He dropped me to my knees and pulled me by the head to his cock. I wrapped my lips firmly around his big swollen cock head and shaft and gently flicked the top of his cock with my tongue, fluttering it up and down the tip.

“Oh baby . . . you can really suck . . . ahhhh . . . ohhh . . .” he groaned in pleasure.

I began to twist my head from side to side, keeping my moist lips in contact with his coronal ridge as he began to thrust his hips. “C’mon honey, fuck my face, fuck my mouth,” I encouraged as I took one last big breath.

“Baby . . . I think . . . ohhh . . . ahhhh . . . I’m going to . . . uhhhh . . .”

When I felt him ready to burst, I placed my thumb at the very base of his penis to block the tube through which the spunk spurts as I continued to suck vigorously on his cock. He began to spasm although his cum could not yet escape. But I could only hold him back momentarily, and he screamed and shuddered as he blew a big load down my throat. I deep-throated him and swallowed as much as I could, and then I pulled him out and let his still spurting cock finish on my face, lips, and tongue. I put him back in my mouth until he softened considerably, and it was him who pulled out, probably because I began to bite his cock playfully.

“Okay, that’s the end of the first quarter,” Sonny announced. “Take a beer break, and then we’ll start the second quarter. I want to take that sweet little tight ass of yours in the next play,” he stated matter-of-factly, pointing at me.

“Well, you did save my pussy ‘er I mean purse from that gangbangers . . .”

“I might also mention that Thumper’s tongue is almost as big as his dick,” Sonny added. “But Spike is the real cunning linguist.”

“Well, if that’s how they play defense . . .”

* * *

At the end of all four quarters I was exhausted. But I had scored multiple times, and so had they. We walked back to the house, and I got dressed and started to leave.

“Hey Sarah, are you coming over next Sunday for the game?” Sonny asked.

“Maybe. I do love fantasy football!”

* * *

I got back to my dorm room looking like a zombie, and my roommate Julia asked, “Where were you? I thought you were going to watch the Steelers game here.”

“Sorry, Julia. I got sidetracked. Some gangbangers knocked me down and snatched my purse.”

“Oh, that’s awful! Wow, are you okay? You look like you were run over by a truck.”

“Thanks a lot. Yeah, I’m pretty much okay. And I got my purse back from . . . uh . . . the police. I’m just tired and a little sore in certain places.”

“Well, let me give you a massage.” Her eyes twinkled. “And then I’ll give you a buddy suck. That will make you feel better.”

“No!”

“Huh?”

“You can give me a massage, and then I’ll give you a buddy suck. I’m not in the mood for you to eat me.”

“Works for me,” Julia cooed. “What’s the matter? You’re always in the mood for a buddy suck. The Steelers won so it can’t be that. Did your fantasy football team suck? I know how that pisses you off.”

I cracked a smile. “My fantasy football team rocks!”

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I was worn out from a hard weeks work, a week of hard labor for a business owner not used to heavy lifting etc. can be a strain. I needed a massage to relieve the kinks, but where do you find a place in this small town. That evening I was surfing’ the net looking for some nasty fun when I came across a site for m-for-m massage. It was right up my alley, I contacted them and set up an appointment for the following day. I was still soar and needed relief.

I arrived at the appointed time and was shown to a shower room to disrobe and prepare for my massage. I showered, wrapped the towel around me, lay face down on the table as instructed. Before long a man entered and introduced himself to me as my masseur, I mumbled something and he started to apply warm lotion on my back. His hands were small but strong and he found all the right spots. He started with my head covered every inch; I could feel the tensions leaving my body.

Everything was perfect, I thought it doesn’t get any better then this. Then I felt it, my hands were at my sides and turned slightly up, and he leaned against the table to reach a spot on my opposite side and placed his cock right in my hand. He was wearing a thin pair of satin shorts and a tank top so it left little to the imagination; I didn’t react at all just let it happen. Now I always considered myself as straight but it sort of turned me on. He continued the massage and was now on my opposite side and then he did it again leaning in so his cock was in my other hand. Was it accidental or intentional?

My curiosity was turned up a notch and my cock was getting hard. By this time he was approaching my buttocks area, he softly asked if he should leave the towel on or would it be OK for him to remove it. I wasn’t to shy at this point and told him go ahead, he removed the towel and applied more lotion to his hands but he didn’t go straight to my butt, instead he started on my legs and boy did that feel good. As he maneuvered my legs for massaging I spread them a little wider for ease of range. I was feeling daring and slightly the exhibitionist because I knew by now from where he was he most definitely could see that I was excited. He massaged higher and higher and I caught myself spreading my legs wider to give him better access. He took advantage of it also massaging up to my cheeks and bushing my balls as he massaged my inner thigh area. Then he did it again he leaned in and placed that casino oyna cock right in my hand. By now I was so comfortable and horny that I started to squeeze it a little it felt nice not over big and sort of slim, I could tell he was getting excited too, he definitely harder then before. He made no effort to remove it just let me squeeze it and went about massaging my butt cheeks thoroughly. It was one of the hottest feelings I’ve ever had. Couple that with the fact that I actually had this guys cock in my hand, wow. He never missed a beat though he just kept massaging my but the traveled around and started on the other side and just like on queue placed his by now fully hard cock right in my other hand.

The massage on my ass was heating up though, he applied lots of his warmed lotion and rubbed it in hard everywhere even down my crack and across my virgin hole. I got harder then I’ve ever been, he didn’t make it totally obvious though, but more and more he was rubbing my crack and lower. Then he stopped but kept his cock in my hand and asked me to roll over for the front. I reluctantly let his cock slip from my hand as I rolled over exposing my rock solid 6″ cock, although I consider myself somewhat shy I felt sort of turn on that I was exposing myself for him. As I turned I could see his cock was stiff as well and this excited me even more. I relaxed and lower my head down as he went about applying the oils to my chest and stomach. It felt so good to have him stroking my chest and he paid special attention to my nipples also. I was so turned on every time he pinched or twisted my nipples my cock would jerk, I never knew I could get that excited. My eyes were closed through most of the massage so I was pleasantly surprised when this time when he leaned in I felt his bare cock rest in my hand. Sometime, somehow he had removed his shorts; wow this is so cool I thought as I closed my hand around his cock. Long and slim maybe 6 or 7 inches and no thicker then a broom handle and so hard and soft.

As he stroked my chest I stroked and fondled his cock and balls, I could have stayed like that for hours but it all pasted so quickly next thing I knew he was traveling down to the foot of the table, I looked up just in time to see him remove his shirt and turn towards me. Totally naked now and totally smooth no hair anywhere; wow so hot a total hot body. He reached for my foot and started in massaging it. I felt so relaxed slot oyna I just let it happen he work up my foot and ankle on to my calf and knee then finally to my thigh, the suspense was thrilling and my cock never felt so hard. His massaging motion would travel up my inner thigh and around my hip and back down my outer thigh, overtime just grazing under my cock so close to my ass and up its length through my pubic hair. Then he repeated it on the other side. I was becoming exhausted and my cock was dripping precum. As he finished my second leg I became aware of the position of my legs he had left them slightly bent and spread quite wide. He walked up to the side of table running his hand up my stomach as he approached.

I was still laying there eyes closed with my head slightly turned towards him when he softly spoke to informed me that I had several options as to how we could finish the massage. I opened my eyes to see his cock not more then 3 ” from my face and noticed instantly that he too was dripping precum. As he started to tell me the options I couldn’t here a thing anymore, I just leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in my mouth and started sucking he just stopped talking and continued to rub my chest.

I had never done that before but he I was completely at ease with his cock in my mouth. I continued sucking for what seemed like several minutes then I felt his hand travel down my stomach and for the first time he actually grabbed my cock spreading all my precum around up and down my shaft and around my balls. I don’t know if it was the precum or the oils but it was slippery down there. He leaned further down so he could reach my crotch with both hands has he stroked and played with my balls, taking special care to not let his cock slide from my mouth. Then he took it one step further and took my whole cock down his throat. Wow did that feel good I almost exploded on the spot but some how was able to hold off. As he sucked me his hands kept busy too. They had dropped lower to my ass and were rubbing and probing me there, I couldn’t believe how great that actually felt and found myself lifting and spreading my legs further apart giving him total access.

I was his and I think he knew it because he pushed his finger in my ass for the first time. I lost it and exploded in his mouth, gush after gush. I never came so hard and so much. I was totally spent but he wasn’t done yet. He kept sucking and probing canlı casino siteleri my ass, as I came down from my rush I realized I had stopped sucking him and believe it or not I was still hard as a rock. Another first for me, I’m 40 and usually it takes 30 min. before I’m ready for round 2. As my breathing calmed down he had left my side and was working his way toward the end of the table all the whiles still sucking my cock and fingering my ass. When he finally got comfortable he was between my legs, he slowly lifted his mouth off my cock but never removed his finger and I became aware of the position I was in.

I was on my back my legs were spread wide and pulled back to my chest and my butt was slightly up turned. I was asking for it and from the look on his face and the stiffness of his cock he was going to oblige me. He reached for the oil spread generous amounts on both his cock and my ass, then placed his cock at my asshole. I tensed up immediately and he sensed it. He slid the tip of his cock up and down my ass crack and then reached for my cock stoking it ever so firmly and fondling my balls. As I relaxed again he gently began to apply pressure with his cock head and before I realized it his cock had pushed past my opening. He was so gentle and didn’t force it further; he stayed there stroking and fondling until he could since my further relaxation. I don’t know how he could tell but whenever I would allow he pushed a little deeper. Before long I could feel his balls on my ass and it never really did hurt much. He began to withdraw and then slowly got a rhythm built never rushing just slowly in and out, it felt like I could feel every inch going in and out and I was getting ready to cum again.

He must have felt my cock swell because he started pumping my cock faster and faster and then started pumping my ass faster and faster, I’m not sure who came first but I could feel his cock explode in my ass and my cock was gushing at the same time. Did I say WOW? It was terrific he collapsed on my stomach with his cock still in my ass and I could feel it slowly getting softer and softer. It finally slipped out after short while and our breathing returned to normal, I thought that was excellent how can I ever top that. As he slowly slid off me he stood between my legs and lowered himself down to take my twice-spent cock in his mouth. I was also soft by this time and he licked and slurped up everything cleaning my cock and cum with his tongue and mouth and he kept cleaning right down to my asshole sucking and rimming my ass it was so good I could feel myself getting hard again.

Well that’s it for now maybe the rest later.

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*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.

I didn’t really see Stephen as evil, even though my friends did. Stephen was a bit nerdy, stocky, and socially awkward. I don’t know what it was about him that made me find him attractive. All of my friends had warned me about him and yet I didn’t listen. He was that irresistible to me and no matter how weird his behaviors, I made excuses for him and let them slide.

“He’s a creep,” my best friend Susie warned me.

“He makes me want to vomit,” Krystal added.

“But he’s cute, right?” I asked, begging them with my eyes to throw me a bone. I liked Stephen and I was crushing on him hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“No!” they said collectively and with annoyance.

“Come on, you guys! Why do you hate Stephen so much?”

“He looks like the kind of guy that would chop a woman into tiny bits and sprinkle her remains in a lake to feed fish with,” Krystal flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at me with a seriousness that scared me. “Stay away from him or you’ll be fish food.”

“Come on! No one actually does that!” I cried.

“Stephen will,” Susie was laughing but there was a seriousness in her eyes as well. “This is one of those times when you should listen to your friends, Donna. We love you. We don’t want to see you chopped up!”

“Okay, fine I’ll listen. But I have to go. I’m supposed to have this econ paper done by tomorrow morning.”

“Good luck, Donna!” the girls kissed both of my cheeks and hugged me good-bye. It was perfect timing. Stephen was texting me. I knew that I should ignore him and work on my economics paper but I was horny and I knew that he would fuck me if I played my cards right. I hadn’t told my friends that Stephen and I had already been seeing each other. They already hated him and I didn’t want to make the situation worse by telling them about the things he’d already done to me.

My friends were right about one thing. Stephen was a total creep. He loved to tie me up and use me until I was begging him to stop. He loved to push me past my comfort zone but what I had failed to tell my friends was how much I loved this. I loved the rush of being made to take it, of being used and abused. Stephen was exactly what I craved and though I was ashamed of it, I couldn’t resist.

“Meet me in the woods at our special place in one hour.”

“I can’t I have to work on my econ paper.”

“I don’t care what you have going on. Be there or there will be hell to pay if you aren’t there,” he texted. A chill spread from my spine to my extremities. I liked the way he threatened me. My pussy began to gush with wetness.

“I’ll be there,” I texted. My heart began to beat fast and I could tell that there was no way I was going to be able to focus on my paper. Instead, casino oyna I made my way to the woods, to our special place. It was the first place Stephen had fucked me if you could call what happened sex. It was more bondage than anything. He had tied me up, fully clothed near the path that most people took to cut through the woods to get to town faster.

People I knew had walked past me, whispering and pointing. One person stopped to ask if I needed help and I declined. The thought that anyone could have stopped and taken advantage of me thrilled me. By the time Stephen had come back and untied me I was dying to be fucked. Except Stephen wouldn’t fuck me.

“No one else fucked you so I’m not about to fuck you either. It’s a disappointment.”

“Please, Stephen! Why are you doing this?”

“I want you to understand something about me. I like my women used up. Do you get what that means?” He stared me down as he took the last of the ropes off of me.

“Yes.”

“Are you willing to fuck for me?” he asked his lip curling a bit in anticipation.

“I’d do anything for you, Stephen,” I admitted and the act of saying that out loud freed me. The next time I saw him he had tied me up naked, a dildo sticking out of my pussy and a ball gag in my mouth.

I wanted someone to rape me so badly, but instead, I sat there in the hot sun for hours with no takers. No one even walked by. Stephen had pulled me down in disappointment but to my shock, he had fucked me right there on the ground, pounding my naked body until he had gotten his cock off deep inside of me. I had limped home, full of Stephen’s cum. I was so proud of myself for finally getting his cum inside of me.

There was no way I could tell Susie and Krystal about all of this. They would have thought that I was crazy and I didn’t want to be the crazy friend. I wanted to keep my secret love for being used and tortured between Stephen and I. He was the only person who really understood me and I couldn’t wait to see him. I rushed to the woods with excitement building inside of me. My pussy was wet and ready and I could only imagine what Stephen had in store for me this time.

“You’re early,” was all Stephen had to say when I reached the tree where he had first fucked me. It was our special spot. He had his bag filled with ropes and toys that he would use to tie me up.

“What will happen to me today?” I asked him.

“Shut up. You don’t get to ask questions.” He fastened a ball gag into my mouth. “That’s better. Now I don’t have to listen to you talk. Let’s put this collar on you. Yeah. There we go. You look like a little rape slut now. Do you feel pretty?”

I nodded.

“That’s a good slut.” He fasted a leash to the collar and he pulled me. “Come on. You’re my little bitch today. Let’s go see what guys we can find. I’m getting you raped this time and hopefully one of them will fill you with cum for me. I love fucking in sloppy seconds.”

I couldn’t say what was on my mind but I was shocked as Stephen led me down the main path, slot oyna the one that everyone used to travel quickly through the woods. I was worried that children might see but there was no need to worry about that. It was the middle of the day and all of the children were in school. It was mainly college students out smoking pot in the woods at this time and there was a large group of them laughing together when Stephen and I passed by them.

“Anyone want some free pussy? My girl wants to get used in the woods. She’ll be by Turner’s Tree,” Stephen announced.

“Fuck, that is some twisted shit!” one of the guys called.

“What a whore,” someone else said and this resulted in my pussy juices running down my legs. We passed by some other groups of guys, all of them getting the same announcement from Stephen. He finally led me back to Turner’s Tree, where he had hung me once before. This time he made sure to secure me naked so that men had easy access to my pussy and ass.

“You ready for this Donna?”

I nodded.

“Let’s stick this plug in your ass. I’m proud of you for holding this dildo in your pussy for so long too, during our walk. You’re a good girl. Whoever gets to fuck these holes is a lucky bastard. Good luck, slut.”

I watched as he walked away and I felt the chill of being alone as the afternoon sun began to fade. I could hear the sounds of feet on fallen leaves as a small group of guys made their way to me.

“There she is! Holy shit! He wasn’t kidding!”

“Wow, should we fuck her?”

“Dude, you fuck her. I’ll take a video.”

“No, I don’t want evidence. Don’t record this. I’m going to fuck her!”

“Go ahead, bro!”

“Hey slut,” one of them hissed in my ear. He pulled the plug from my ass and the dildo from my pussy. He shoved his cock into my pussy with one long, hard thrust. I made a noise, the gag still in my mouth. I was shocked at how roughly he was fucking me and I guess I was just a piece of meat to the guy. I had never been fucked like I meant nothing before and I suppose I should have been ashamed or upset, but I wasn’t. I loved it.

I loved the way he fucked me without regard for my feelings. I loved the way he pushed his cock into my pussy and then into my ass. I didn’t have a voice or a say. I had to let him use me however he wanted. I came hard so many times that I was getting weak. I could barely hold my head up.

“I’m cumming in your ass, you whore!” He grunted and shot his load. “I’m done. Anyone else?”

“Was it good?” another guy asked.

“Yeah. Her ass is tight.”

“You fucked her ass? I’m in.” The next guy fucked my ass roughly, using me harder than any guy ever had in my entire life. I took it, knowing that I had no choice. After him, there was another guy and then another.

I couldn’t tell if Stephen was watching me but I knew I’d gotten a lot of loads in my pussy by then. The guys had all cum a few times each and I knew a lot of time had gone by. I was tired as Stephen finally made his way out of the brush.

“You canlı casino siteleri ready for the real fuck, you slut?”

I nodded.

He got behind me and buried his face in my holes. He licked all the cum out of my pussy and ass, begging me to squeeze it all out onto his waiting tongue. I knew that Stephen was twisted and so this didn’t surprise me. I was happy that he was happy with me. By the time he sunk his cock into me, I was so weak and tired that I could barely stand. The ropes were the only thing holding me up and my body was sagging against them, burning their imprints into my skin.

“You’re a slut, you know that?”

I came hard for Stephen, my pussy and ass simultaneously spasming as he gripped me by the hair and pounded my pussy, and then later my ass. The sounds I was making were tortured but muted by the ball gag that was still in my mouth. My tits were coated with a layer of slime from my own drool as I came listlessly until Stephen was done with me.

I had no idea how many loads of cum I had taken or how many cocks but I felt different as Stephen finally untied me from the tree. He waited to remove the ball gag until last and when he finally did I took in a breath of cool, clean air. I hadn’t realized how little I could breathe with it in.

“You did well today. Be here tomorrow at noon.”

“But I have an economics test I have to study for.”

“The only thing you need to know about economics is that sluts like you are in high demand. Now be here at noon or you will be sorry. Got that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir?” I asked, not sure if that’s what he meant. He handed me my clothes and I put them on while he packed up his bondage equipment.

“That’s a good girl. Now come here,” he pulled me to him for a hug. It felt so forced and unnatural and I didn’t like it. I preferred being tied up and pounded to hugging.

“I don’t like hugging,” I told him.

“I can see that. Well, then, I’ll be sure to give you a good pounding next time my cock is hard. I know you like that.”

“I can make it hard again now,” I told him.

“I think now is a bad time. Aren’t those your friends?”

“Oh shit!” I tried to hide but it was too late.

“I thought you were working on your economics paper,” Susie looked pissed as she walked toward me.

“I thought I heard that too,” Krystal added.

“Guys! Sorry. I just ran into Stephen and he was helping me study economics.”

“Bullshit,” Krystal called my bluff. “Come on, Donna. Let’s get out of here. Don’t go anywhere with this loser.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed. “Let’s go! You guys got here just in time!” I lied.

“Wow, you were about to go with him, weren’t you?” Susie asked.

“Yeah. Thanks for saving me, girls.”

“Of course, Donna. What are friends for?” I followed my best friends down the street to Susie’s car. I saw the text from Stephen.

“You better be there tomorrow at noon.” I looked up to make sure no one was watching before I texted him back.

“I’ll be there.” My pussy twitched with excitement as I thought about what tomorrow would bring. My friends were right about one thing. Stephen was actually a sick, twisted fuck. I guess he was evil after all.

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Perpetual slacker Shawn had been promised sex by his rich girlfriend Daisy if he could pass his final exam…Well, he failed and went over her house in an attempt to coerce her into sex anyway and ended up sleeping with her mother Mrs. Diane Hartford, a SMOKING HOT M.I.L.F!! Mrs. Hartford took his virginity and the couple was nearly caught by his girlfriend and her father!! Now Shawn has been coerced/ seduced by his teacher Mrs. Oderkirk as well!!

What will happen next?!!

***********

The heated wind was cutting through my hair as she sped along the coast. I didn’t have any idea where she was taking me and I really didn’t care. Looking out of the window I could see some of the little clubs and eateries that dotted the shore line and they were all full of teens and college age students making the most of spring break.

But none of them had a thing on me cause ninety percent of those guys were doing their best to get some stank from the ladies and I’d gotten laid twice in less than twenty-four hours.

“Penny for your thoughts lover?” Mrs. Hartford looked just amazing sitting there dressed as she was with the wind blowing her platinum blonde hair wildly about. Her smile sent shivers up my spine and made me forget everything Mrs. Oderkirk had put me through earlier that day.

“Oh nothing, just watching the other kids out there having fun I guess.”

“Would you rather be with your peers instead of an old woman Shawn?” I could hear that she already knew the answer to that question in her voice.

I just looked her in the eye and snapped my seat belt on leaning back against the plush leather. We sped along in the night until we came along to a series of bungalows at the end of the wharf. These were gated off and property of the elite of our community. I’d seen them sometimes when I was out for a ride. Daisy mentioned that her family owned one and hinted that we’d use it someday but the possibility of that was getting further and further away because of my grades.

What the hell was I gonna do about Mrs. Oderkirk? She had totally ravaged me and we never even talked about my school work. The whole sex thing seemed well, so premeditated in hindsight. I still kind of felt uncomfortable about it.

“Shawn be a dear and get the gate for me.” She handed me a set of keys and I unlocked the gate and held it open while she drove inside.

Mrs. Hartford’s bungalow was a nice cozy affair and I was a little bit overwhelmed that she brought me here for a late night tryst. Well technically it was only about eleven.

“I take it you like what you see?” She said after we’d just got into the door.

“I think this place is awesome Mrs. Hartford.”

“That’s not what I was talking about Shawn darling.” She leaned back into my chest and pulled my arms around her narrow waist placing my hands on the sash that held her chemise together. I tugged on the silky belt as she walked forward leaving the garment in my hands.

I was treated to the sight of Mrs. Hartford in all her splendor as she took a few steps forward moving in a manner that put emphasis on her sexy rounded hips and curvaceous backside. That pink teddy she was wearing looked really great and the back of it was cut real high drawing the attention to the sizable globes of her smooth prominent backside.

“Holy shit.” I had fallen to my knees and started crawling over to Mrs. Hartford. She had grabbed the back of the plush lavender colored couch in the small living room area leaning forward and pushing that luscious derriere out for my viewing pleasure.

“Oh Shawn you really do love my ass.” I’d buried my face in her bountiful rear and cupped the outsides of her cheeks. I could feel her shudder as my tongue ran up the deep crack of her ass. She softly moaned and chuckled as I kissed and rubbed my face all over her soft flesh.

“Oh my you’re really getting into it something fierce. OOOOHHHH SSSHAAAAWWWN…you’re making me so fucking wet.”

I’d found a tiny clasp at the junction between her legs and unfastened it causing the tightly bound material to snap apart from the stress of holding the silky material together. Finally I had access to Mrs. Hartford’s clean shaven and of so wet snatch. I was determined to make a meal out of her honeypot. I found her taste so fucking addictive and lapped at the puffy lips of her cunt like a man possessed.

“Oh my gawd; you are FUH-FUUUUUCKING INCREDIBLE SHHAAAAWN!!” I roughly wrapped my biceps around her thick thighs forcing her legs together and causing her perfect peach to be prominently displayed between her cheeks for my enjoyment. Mrs. Hartford trembled with the oncoming signs of a huge orgasm as I flattened my tongue against her slit and licked all the way up to her pink, puckered second hole. She began to breathe heavily and in moments she was gasping as a powerful jolt of pleasure shot through her body.

“Shit, you’re oh so fucking good at eating my pussy darling.” She was already sweating and breathing hard when I began pulling her to the floor. casino oyna She was wearing a pair of pink spike heels and half slid across the hard wood floor. I cradled her head and lowered her to the floor burying my face deep into her crotch and sucking on her button and twirling my tongue on it. In moments she was screaming at the top of her lungs and spraying me with a jet of her essence dousing my face with her wetness.

I was gonna go in for more of her tasty snatch but she got a handful of my hair and pulled me sadly away from her crotch.

“You taste so good Mrs. Hartford, please let me suck on you some more.”

“Now we must practice some restraint Shawn, keep this up and I won’t be able to drive you home. My knees are all wobbly right now.” She was working hard to catch her breath and I wanted some more of her. Mrs. Hartford was caught off guard when I cupped her soft cheek and gave her a deep kiss. Moments later she was returning my affection in kind and we were completely spooning and moaning into each other’s mouths. She multi-tasked frantically pulling my shirt over my head and flinging it aside while I pushed my cargo shorts down freeing my cock right at her velvet entrance.

“Mrs. Hartford.”

“Call me Diane darling; you’ve definitely earned it tonight-OOOOOHH!!” My member had slid effortlessly inside her not stopping until it was wedged up against her cervix. I just let my rock hard cock rest inside her pussy basking in her heat and wetness. Her cunt seemed tailor made for my member and I could feel her tensing up around my rod.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“No ma’am.”

“You’re not, why Shawn?” Her beautiful face was glistening with sweat and she was flush from my obsessive attention to her snatch. I’d slowly reached down taking the undersides of her thighs into my palms and pushing her long shapely legs up until her knees were nearly adjacent to her hips.

“I’m going to take you Diane.” I didn’t know here the words were coming from, they just seemed natural.

“AAAAHHHH SSHHAAAAWN!!” She cried as my rod began pistoning myself in and out of her steaming pot as hard as I could. Visible jets of her cum were forced out in minute jets by my invading member.

We were both moaning and tearing up rutting like rabid animals. Diane was bouncing and rotating her hips up into my powerful downward strokes. It felt amazing how her sex bore down around me while my cock powered through banging into and penetrating her cervix.

“OOOOOWWW BABY, FFFUUUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME YOURS SHHHAAAAWN!! I’M GONNA CUUUMMM SOOO FUCKIN HARD YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!” I felt her clamp down on my cock just below the head and it was painful forcing me to scream.

“OOOHHHH SHIT DIANE I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING IN YOUR PUSSY MA-MA FUUUUUCK!!” I began shivering and jerking like I was having a seizure as I shot load after load deep into her womb. Diane locked her arms around my sweaty torso and locked her muscular legs into the small of her back squeezing me as hard as she could.

We locked lips as I sank onto her body exhausted while she nipped and sucked on my earlobe. I could feel her tensing up on my softening member while we made out like lovers who’d been together for years.

“Mrs. Hartfo-uhm, I mean Diane?”

“Yes Shawn?”

“Can we just-stay like this for a while?” Her face was still flushed and her long platinum tresses were spread out across the hardwood floor framing her perfect face.

“No.”

“Why not Diane?”

“Because I have to hurry up and get the Morning After pill.” She started laughing as she rubbed her sore vagina and I followed suite moments later.

***********

I made it home a little after two in the morning and I found my Uncle Frank sitting up waiting for me. He looked pissed and probably thought that I was out partying. Frank had taken me in after a car accident had taken my parents from em and he was an easy going parent with his own slacker-like foibles.

“Keeping some late nights are we?”

“It’s not what you think; I’ve been uh, “Made” Frank.” He perked up at this bit of news knowing I’d been faking it for three years and had most of the student body fooled with my experienced cool guy shtick.

“That snooty little rich girl finally let you into her pants?”

“Not even it was uh, somebody else.” I could almost see his ears perk up under the mane of wild hair that covered his head. We looked enough alike that most people around these parts thought Frank really my dad. My Uncle had lived in Hawaii most of his young adult life until I’d been dropped on his doorstep and we led a pretty easygoing lifestyle of live and let live. I could tell him anything, but for some reason I didn’t want him to know about Mrs. Hartford, uh Diane.

“Oh this definitely sounds interesting, spit it out Shawn.” He was sitting on the couch in front of our smart television watching a hockey game.

“It’s still in the developmental phase Uncle.”

“Meaning?”

“I need a little bit of time to slot oyna kind of sort things out.” Diane was gonna have to remain my little secret for now. She’d dropped me off a few blocks away from home before speeding off to the drug store.

“You’re no fun Shawn; old guy like me needs a little excitement in his life.”

“Bullshit Uncle Frank, just last week I found three hotties passed out naked in the living room.” My uncle had a way with the ladies and sometimes I’d have to catch a few z’s in his truck when he’d been entertaining if you know what I mean.

“It was a slow night boy.” We both laughed as he down the remainder of a tall can of beer.

***********

The following morning I’d woke up bright and early with a surprising amount of energy considering I’d been fucked senseless by Mrs. Oderkirk and returned the favor to my girlfriend’s mom Diane Hartford. I guess I could chalk it up to youth or a shitload of red bull. I checked my phone and discovered some texts from an unknown number.

TEXT MESSAGE:

Last night was incredible, you were incredible and I want more!! XOXO!! =).

It was Diane but I didn’t remember giving her my number and I didn’t care as I texted back happily.

TEXT MESSAGE:

Feeling you too babe, I can’t wait to eat you again!! Next time I’m gonna feast all night till you can’t walk anymore!!

I was surprised when I immediately got a quick message back.

TEXT MESSAGE:

Promise? =)

Just as I was writing her back, Mrs. Oderkirk pulled into the space next to me and she appeared to be on her phone. She looked angry arguing with somebody on the other end of the line.

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Scout’s honor babe, I can hardly wait to see you. Got to get to class now; wish me luck.

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I had this warm feeling all over when I thought of Diane and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Shawn, stop day dreaming and get over here.” Mrs. Oderkirk was waving me over and she looked extremely angry. I noticed a baby seat in the back of her vehicle and felt queasy remembering how she had given me a super nasty blowjob before titfucking me until I’d practically buried her in jizz. I’d heard she was married to some guy who worked at a grocery store.

“Yes ma’am?”

“My husband Jerome has utterly failed me again and I have some matters to attend to that prevent me from starting class on time. I’d like you to go over to the gymnasium and see Mr. Bryant.

“Why do I have to go over to there Mrs. Oderkirk? I’m not failing any gym classes.”

“Don’t argue with me young man; go over to the gymnasium and do whatever is asked of you.” I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to the gym which was in a separate building. Coach Bryant worked with his wife Wendy and you could say that they had somewhat of a contentious relationship. Both always seemed to be in some sort of competition with one another and both coached teams. He was your typical football coach and she coached the girl’s track team. My girl Daisy was her star athlete.

“Can I help you kid?” I found myself looking into the big barrel chest of Coach Bryant.

“Uh Mrs. Oderkirk sent me over here to do something I think?” He took his red baseball cap off revealing his bald head and started grinning in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah, you’re the discipline problem right?”

“Uh, I guess so sir…wait-a-minute discipline problem?!!” I was nearly knocked three feet forward as he clapped his giant mitt to my back.

“You look a little scrawny, but I think I have just what the doctor ordered for punks with an attitude problem.”

“I don’t have an attitude problem sir!!” I begged off as he put his whistle to his lips and blew it right in my face causing me to nearly go deaf.

“GIVE ME FIFTY PUNK!!” Next thing I knew I was doing hundreds of pushups, running laps around the basketball court while he followed me blowing his trusty whistle and countless other calisthenics. Coach hadn’t even given me time to remove my windbreaker and my jean shorts were nearly falling off my body as I did more laps around the court.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!” Coach and I followed the sound of the voice to his wife Stella who was suddenly standing off to the side blowing a whistle of her own.

“HONEY; HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERRUPT MY WORK?!!” He looked pissed off as he stormed over to his wife and for a moment I was worried about her welfare.

“Are you trying to hurt that scrawny little punk?!!” I chaffed at her apparent first impression of me and coach’s body language told me that she wore the pants in the family.

“Sophie said I could do whatever it took to teach this punk some respect.”

“Well as you well know Derrick; Sophie’s a fucking nut job and I’m not gonna let you lose your job trying to impress that little slut.” I do believe they were talking about Mrs. Oderkirk.

“But Sophie said this kid was trouble and needed to be whipped into shape.” He almost sounded like he was whining canlı casino siteleri as she suddenly slapped him in the face effectively putting an end to his child-like protests.

“I’ll whip ’em into shape Derrick and you can take our son Howard to ballet practice.” I did a double-take when I heard that shit and had to stifle a laugh.

“But Honey, Sophie said-!” She tossed what looked like car keys and pointed towards the gymnasium exit. I couldn’t stifle a complete chuckle as Coach stomped out of the building like some temperamental child slamming the double doors behind him.

“You’d better not be laughing at my husband boy or you’re gonna wish he was in here smoking your dumb ass. As a matter of fact, give me fifty diamonds kid.”

Diamonds were this really painful form of push up where you pressed your pointer fingers and thumbs together to create a diamond shape while doing the standard pushup. Thirty minutes later I did find myself wishing Coach would come back as his wife proved just how dominant she could be.

“Hey kid?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re Shawn and you date one of my star athletes right?” I was literally dripping sweat on the gym floor in a big puddle beneath me and I just wanted to get out of there with

“Yes Miss, uh Coach Bryant, I’m dating Daisy Hartford ma’am.” I continued doing the pushups and could only see her legs from the knees down. She was wearing some knee high socks and a simple pair of white sneakers.

“Tell me something kid; why would an academic prodigy and my star athlete date a shit bird like you?”

“I don’t know ma’am, maybe because she likes me?”

“Is that right; well get up and let me take a good look at you kid.” I didn’t waste the opportunity getting to my feet as fast as I could and finally getting a good up close look at Wendt Bryant.

She was a little bit shorter than myself at five foot eight inches and had a solid build. Coach was definitely thick with a good sized rack, her hips and legs signaled somebody who worked out an awful lot. It looked like she could kill with those gams the way her muscles were so prominent. Coach was a redhead with really pale skin and a smattering of freckles across her thin nose.

“Do I make the grade?” She surprised me putting her hands on her hips.

“Excuse me ma’am?”

“It’s coach to you nimrod and I asked you if I made the grade because you were checking me out just now.” She was really, really confident and I felt intimidated as she walked around me doing some kind of silent evaluation.

“I-I wasted checking you out Coach.”

“And you’re a liar too Shawn; how disappointing.” She was standing behind me and I looked over my shoulder to find her apparently looking at my ass.

“Eyes forward son; maybe Sophie was right. You do need discipline!” She suddenly brought the flat of her hand across my butt and it hurt like hell.

“Follow me kid.” She started walking towards the equipment room and I had this weird sense of deja vu as I followed her. My eyes were drawn downward resting on her red form fitting gym shorts and I’ll be damned if she didn’t have the nicest and tightest ass I’d ever seen on an older woman besides my girl Diane. Uh, my girlfriend’s mom Mrs. Diane Hartford. I don’t know why I was suddenly thinking like that and it disturbed me greatly.

There were a bunch of foam wrestling matts lying on the floor and coach had me stand at the end of one while she removed her track sneakers and baby socks.

“Do you know why you’re here Shawn?” I shook my head that I didn’t.

“I’ve been really successful at coaching the track and volleyball teams here so the principal is giving me the boy’s wrestling team next year.” She walked onto the foam matt and I noticed a tribal tattoo of some sort on top of her small foot.

“Uhm coach; what does that have to do with me?”

“Well Sophie, that’s Mrs. Oderkirk to you has informed me that you may be repeating your senior year if things don’t pan out. I thought I’d give you an early tryout for the wrestling team.” She got down on all fours and looked at me expectantly.

“I don’t know about this coach.”

“Get the fuck over here Shawn.” She had this intense look on her face that actually scared me. She motioned for me to remove my flip flops and get onto the mat with her while she discarded her collared white t-shirt. I found myself looking at her in an Adidas sports bra and immediately noticed that her tits were a lot bigger than I thought they were.

“Now I want you to get on your knees behind me and-…are you FUCKING listening to me or looking at my DAMN TITS?!!”

“Sorry coach; uhm I uh got kind of distracted sorry.”

“Daisy really DATES a HEAD CHEESE like you?” She had this incredulous look on her face as I realized I’d been too honest in admitting to looking at those big hooters stuffed into her top.

“Uhm, yeah.”

“I’m really gonna have to talk to that girl.” She sighed and for the next thirty minutes Coach Bryant put me through wrestling hell as I was tossed around like a rag doll and had the displeasure of being put in several really painful wrestling holds while she instructed me on everything I was doing wrong and tossing in a few casual insults as well.

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This quick little one-shot was inspired by an audio done by the amazing Endless_Roads, and is a bit of a gift to him because, to be honest, it’s helped to pull me out of my writing funk. So, many thanks for that. *all the heart eyes*

Also, a little self-indulgence…

For the rest of my followers, ‘Meara and Oakley’ is done. For now, at least. I realize that it ends at a weird and…unfulfilled place, but it’s just not in me anymore. I may pick it up somewhere down the line. But, for now, it’s gonna stand as a completed work.

Thanks in advance for all the love and comments and messages and support. They DO give me life.

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“I forgot something,” he says absently, closing the cupboard door before turning and looking around the kitchen.

He’s not normally the type to forget things – he does the grocery runs because she *is* the type, and has openly admitted to being ‘scatterbrained’ on several occasions, especially when things don’t come together as they’ve initially planned. However, this time, he’s certain he’s forgotten something, though, for the life of him, he can’t put his finger on what that thing might be.

“What are you mumblin’ about?”

She comes swaying into the kitchen then and, for a moment, his gaze is drawn to the shape of her hips in her form-fitting khaki shorts. Her smooth and chestnut-hued legs. Her bare feet, the toenails painted a bright, metallic blue.

He licks his lips and reaches out to graze a hand down the line of her back as she passes him, heading to the fridge.

“Nothing,” he replies. Watches her shift things about on the refrigerator shelves, taking note of all the recently purchased goodies, no doubt. “I think I forgot something, but I can’t figure out what it is.”

Her dark eyes flash up to him, glinting faintly in the mid-day sunlight spilling through the wide kitchen windows. Her glasses, black and chunky and adorably far too big for her face, sit precariously on the tip of her nose. “You… forgot something? You gettin’ sick?”

The sound his hand makes when it connects with her ass is loud and gratifying, and he smiles when she rubs her cheek through her shorts, a playful pout on her full lips.

“Smart ass. Even I can’t be perfect all the time, you know.”

She gives him her usual smile, lips parted and the tip of her tongue pressed to a sharp eye tooth, and that flash of pink tugs at the back of his brain. Tickles. Prods at it.

He’s forgotten something. Something important. He can’t figure out just then what it could be.

They move through the rest of their day. Retreat to separate corners of the house to work on their own respective projects. There’s music and intermittent text messages to share memes or to playfully argue over whose turn it is to make dinner, though they both know who will end up cooking.

Later in the evening, when the house is filled with quickly fading rose-gold light, they meet up in the kitchen. She takes over. Yes, she’s often flighty and forgetful but, in the kitchen, she’s laser-focused, and he spends most of his time watching her from the corner of his eye, wanting to push her glasses back up to their proper place on the bridge of her nose whenever they slip down.

“Taste,” she orders, holding a wooden spoon out to him, the thin fingers of her other hand cupped under it as she moves toward him.

He blows on the still steaming red sauce before closing his lips around the spoon, humming low and nodding his approval. It casino oyna has always amazed him how she can make the same dish a hundred times over, and the same dish never tastes the same as the times before.

“‘S good,” he replies. “Real good.” Licks his lips again, heat flaring faintly at the center of his chest when she smiles her smile at him, big and bright, tongue pressed to that sharp eye tooth.

Dinner is easy and enjoyable. Her feet in his lap beneath the table remind him again of that something he’s forgotten, however what that particular thing is still stays at the edges of his awareness, hovering and annoyingly persistent. There’s a word sitting on the tip of his tongue. He mentally reaches for it and nearly has it. But, just as quickly, it’s gone, drifting away like smoke on the night air. He tells himself it’ll come to him, that it must not have been such a big deal if it had slipped his mind so easily.

However, later, when they’re curled up on the couch, his hand down the front of her shorts, fingers slipping over her slick heat and her soft moans in his ear, he remembers. Pulls back sharply and stares down at her.

“What?” she queries and he notes the ruddy fullness of her lower lip, darker now because of his kisses.

“Condoms,” he replies. “I forgot the condoms.”

She does a sort of slow blink, her hips shifting, and his brain stutters a bit when the movement causes the tips of two fingers to sink shallowly inside her.

“You’re kidding, right?” Her voice is low, slightly slurred in the way it gets when she’s turned on and ready.

He drags his bottom lip between his teeth, the heat pulsing beneath his skin now more from embarrassment than arousal. He never forgets things. Never forgets about *this* particular thing. It’s a pretty fucking important thing.

“I can run out and get some,” he offers. “Be back before you know it.”

She huffs out an irritated breath. Pouts even as her hips perform another slow wind. “You know neither one of us will be in the mood by the time you come back.”

Of course she’s right. This is not the first time they’ve been in this position.

He leans down and kisses her cheek. Ghosts his lips up the line of her jaw and to the shell of her ear. She smells so soft and warm, like almonds and something else, something darker and intriguing that’s entirely her own.

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he says, both hopeful and contrite, fingers moving again, slowly circling her core, his blood shifting in his veins. His cock is still rock hard and he presses it against her hip. Slips a single digit inside her down to the second knuckle. She tightens around him eagerly, all hot and sticky, and he moans into her skin.

Ok. Bad idea. She’s only just re-started her birth control after a nearly year long break, and the risks are still just a little too high for either of their liking. But, fuuuuck, to be inside her like that again. Bare and hard and feeling every bit of her tight cunt squeezing him, milking him. Feeling her slick dripping down his shaft and over his balls…

“Baby,” she whines, pleads, her hand coming down to close around his wrist, clinging, though not stopping him.

One of them should be the rational party here, right? One of them should make the executive decision. He nearly does, but her hand is suddenly there, cupping him through the loose fabric of his shorts, and his brain kicks and knocks, a frisson of longing dancing across his shoulders and down his spine.

He pulls his slot oyna own hand away and clamps it over her hip. Speaks in a rough, shaky tone he’d had every intention of being firm, “Okay, babe. Bad idea. We can’t.”

Her dark eyes are sparking in the low light, her hand working him over slow and sweet and it’s *such* a bad fucking idea…

“Just a little?” she murmurs, and he swallows around the rough pounding of his heart, which is somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. “Just a little…” she prods. Curls her fingers tighter around him, pulling a stilted, almost pained moan from him.

Desire wells up inside him, sharp and vibrating. It makes his skin feel overly hot. Causes moisture to gather at the tip of his tongue.

He watches silently as she moves and shifts and works her shorts and panties down her lean, brown legs, her eyes a little wider now and breath coming a little faster. His pulse is throbbing in his cock. Dammit, she wants this and it’s doing nothing to help his resolve.

She moves over him. Gives him enough room to work his own shorts down his thighs. He settles on his back. Allows her to straddle him, one knee digging into the couch cushions beside his hip and her other foot planted on the floor for balance.

“Baby, this is such a bad idea,” he says around a nervous laugh, and maybe it’s just for the sake of saying it because, yes, he wants it, too. Really fucking wants it. Wants to feel her wrapped tight around him. Wants to feel her riding his bare cock.

“Just a little bit, baby,” she assures him.

His whole body jerks when she takes him in her hand. Strokes him slow and smooth as she lines the head of his cock with her dripping center. She holds him there, parting her folds and setting him at her opening, and his hands come down on her hips.

Fuck.

“Just a little, baby,” he concedes, and digs his fingers into her hips as she begins to sink down on him.

His breath catches, then releases sharply, his eyes rolling back when the head of his cock breaches her walls. The tension in her from holding herself steady over him makes her tighter than usual and, God, she’s wet, so fucking wet and hot around him. Almost scorching.

When she’s completely seated, he holds her there, feels her fluttering around him, listens as her breath comes and goes in shuddering inhales and exhales. She feels it, too. Feels the excitement and need created without a flimsy bit of material separating them.

He opens his eyes. Watches her. Takes note of the thin sheen of sweat starting to pop out over her dark skin and the furrow of her thin brows.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, slicking her tongue over bottom lip.

His hands begin to move her, rocking her back and forth over him, giving her that extra bit of friction that always makes her whine for him. It feels so good already, so fucking good, and he doesn’t know how long he’ll last like this. But, he wants to feel her creaming around him before it’s too late and he can’t pull out. He doesn’t remember it feeling this good before. It echoes through him, this aching bit of pleasure. This hard-edged and deeply hungry thing. It tightens inside his chest and shivers through his balls.

She’s so hot and wet around him. Hot and wet and gripping him so fucking tight that it causes the air to back up in his lungs. It pulls low, greedy sounds from somewhere deep inside his chest.

He knows he’s a goner when she leans over him and braces her hands on the armrest above his head. She canlı casino siteleri uses it as leverage to move over him, rocking still, however, this time, fucking him, fucking herself on his cock, working her hips in the way she knows always drives him insane. The light in her eyes is sharp and fierce, and she’s moaning as well, a high-pitched sound full of want and desperation, and it’s tugging him closer and closer to the edge, much faster than he’d like or intended.

“Baby, you have to stop,” he manages to croak out. “This is a bad idea. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He thinks she smiles, just a quick quirk of her lips as she continues riding him, bouncing on his dick, squeezing him tight, pulling him deep and deeper still. His fingers tighten over her hips. He could move her. Lift her. Stop this before it’s too late…

He can’t. Can’t bring himself to put an end to the pleasure sizzling up his spine and swirling in hot reds at the base of his skull.

It’s a bad idea, continuing like this, unprotected. Risky. Yet, so fucking perfect.

“Fuck it. Fuck me. Make me cum,” he growls. “Make me cum inside you.”

He reaches up. Clamps a hand around the back of her neck and pulls her down to him. Kisses her rough and hungry as she continues to bounce on his aching cock.

His words seem to spur her on because she bounces faster, harder, moaning louder now, the sound a near whine, and his own sounds mingle with hers. Harsh grunts and rumbling growls, and he knows the press of his fingers are going to leave bruises on her skin, but he doesn’t care. He’ll apologize for it tomorrow. For now, he needs this, needs to feel her raw and close and needy.

“You want this, don’t you,” he urges, knows the power of his voice to push her over that jagged edge, and he’s not disappointed. Her rhythm falters and he takes over, fucking up into her, driving deep and hard, moving in tandem with her deliciously snaking, winding, grinding hips. “You want my cum, don’t you?”

She groans in response, top teeth sinking into her bottom lip, brow furrowed and cunt squeezing even tighter around him.

He growls at her. “Then fucking take it. Make me cum inside you. Make me fill up that greedy little pussy.”

That does it. His voice, his words, shove her over, and she lets out a high wail, her body tensing over him, her cunt gripping at him even as he continues fucking her, shoving deep, working against the tight, slick heat, the desire to fill her up all he can see now. He looks down. Sees his bare cock spearing into her hot pink center, and it’s so perfect, so fucking beautiful. The sight yanks him to the edge, has him grunting and straining as he pulls her down over and over.

She’s so hot. So wet.

So…fucking…tight…

His orgasm takes him by surprise. It rushes over him, crashes through his veins, and he slams himself deep one last time, holds himself there as he fills up her clenching, hungry little cunt. And she takes it, takes all of him, whimpering and shuddering. Slumps over him even as he continues pumping inside her.

Long moments pass, long moments filled with their panted breaths and roughly beating hearts. He can feel hers through the thin fabric of their shirts and he curls an arm over her back to keep her close.

Bad idea. Such a bad idea. But… not really so bad inside this short bit of time with her held tightly to him, trembling against him, her breath fanning against the skin on the side of his neck.

He’s tingling and sort of light-headed, and the smell of their sex fills the space around them.

“By the way,” he teases around a laugh, voice low and a very much breathless. Satisfied. “Tomorrow? Remind me to forget to buy condoms again.”

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My boss is a spy—but one of ours.

My name is Katie Holmes. I was hired by the agency when I was 21 after graduating from college with honors and a broken heart from a bum of boyfriend. My parents were delighted that I was the first one in my family to receive a college degree. My boyfriend ruined graduation week by almost boasting that he had been seeing someone else for the past three months, and I had come in second. As he cruelly put it, “Second both in and out of bed.”

For the next three years I worked my way up the administrative ladder. In many ways it was just a job, but on the other hand, our business was spying. My evaluations were very good, and I passed the required lie detector test every six months. The guys kept hitting on me, but my past experience made me more or less the ice princess of E Section.

In the fourth year I was asked to become the administrative assistant to the head of E Section. The salary increase was excellent and my new boss Randy seemed like a serious but nice person. He was also five feet eleven inches tall, weighed about 175 pounds, with brown hair, and intense brown eyes that looked right through you. Obviously I took the job.

Spying became real to me in my new position. The early years had me filing weather reports, economic data, biographies of government people, and other dull reports. Now the material I handled came from our overseas offices and involved sensitive areas. Which government official was sleeping around. Who had money problems. Whom might we approach to see if they would work with us. I was naïve until I realized that human weakness is the heart of spying. E Section was always looking for human weakness, and when found, how they could exploit it.

One day I opened the courier envelope in order to log in the reports and have them ready for Randy to review later in the morning. The second envelope had large, glossy pictures and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A man who looked 60 years old was having sex with a woman that was lucky to be 20. She was beautiful with red hair, very white complexion, and large breasts with small, hard nipples. The man was in her and obviously was about to climax.

I was frozen, just staring at the pictures when I heard Randy’s voice behind me say, “Sometimes our business requires people to do things outside the box of normal human activity. That woman is one of our best assets—you would never guess that she is closer to 30 than 20. The man is a key advisor to the prime minister of his country. He comes from old money and has a wife and five children. We believe he cannot take the shame of a discovered affair.”

Randy stared at me and said, “Can you accept this side of the business and not let it affect you and your job?”

I stammered, “I don’t know.” I was blushing—not only at the pictures, but my reaction to the pictures in front of Randy. I asked, “Why do we have to do things like this?”

Randy remained quiet for a moment and then said, “Our business is to serve our country and save lives. Sometimes we do things that are horrible in any situation, but the one that our country now faces. There is a classic question often posed. Terrible people have taken your children and put them in a confined space with three hours of air. You have captured a person who knows where the children are located. Is torture, and the question assumes that torture will force him to reveal the location of the children, something that you would allow?”

Randy looked at me and asked, “Would you order the person tortured to save the children?”

I stammered again, “No… yes… I don’t know.”

Randy paused a moment and then said, “If you are to remain in E Section, you must be able to answer that question and variations of that question. I want you to talk to Anne who I think you know works for us. After talking to her, give me your answer.”

Anne was an operational person. I had filed some of her reports and occasionally greeted her in the hallway. She was confident and beautiful. She had a well defined figure that indicated many hours in the gym. Anne was five feet six inches tall with blond hair, blue-green eyes, and breasts that accentuated her spectacular body. It was hard for any employee to not watch her when she entered a room.

She walked in the next day and said, “Randy wants me to talk to you. Let’s go to the small conference room.”

Anne immediately took charge in the conference room. “I know what you saw. I know what Randy told you, and I know how you answered. In my early days in the field, I had a variation of the classic question Randy asked you. I hesitated, and the person died, and his family died, and I felt terrible.”

Before I could even collect my thoughts Anne continued, “Do you have a boyfriend? Do you enjoy sex?”

I finally broke in and said, “What business is it of yours? Why should I tell you anything…?”

Anne interrupted, “this meeting is a career move conversation. I am trying to make a judgment about you and one way casino siteleri to do that is to put you under stress and see what happens. You were uncomfortable when I asked about a boyfriend, and you turned absolutely red when I asked about sex. Why? You are five feet seven inches tall or so, breasts bigger than mine but perfect for your body, and legs and an ass that most women would die for. You should have men lined up in front of your bedroom door.”

Anne stopped talking. She just stared at me. I said nothing. She said nothing.

Finally I told her about college, my boyfriend, my humiliation.

She asked, “Do you feel it is the worst thing that could ever happen to you–to be rejected?”

I thought for a moment and replied, “No, there are many things worse than that. Poor health, death of a close friend, or a nasty divorce with children would all be worse than my little rejection.”

She said, “This talk has gone two ways. Let’s try to bring them together. To remain in E Section you must be comfortable with yourself and be comfortable with some of the approaches we must use to serve our country. If you do not have that comfort level in both our mission and in your own self, you must request a transfer. There will be no prejudice, but you will no longer be subject to the situations in which we are involved.

“The choice is yours. Randy told me to tell you to take the rest of the week off. On Monday, resume working in Randy’s office, or go to human resources for your new assignment.”

Monday I returned to Randy’s office early in the morning. Two hours later he came in, stopped when he saw me, gave me a small smile and entered his inner office. The small smile did it. I had made the right decision.

Several months went by. One day I returned from lunch and found the director, Randy, Anne, and several other senior people in the office. They went into the inner office and closed the door.

Three hours later the door opened and Anne walked out. She said, “We need to talk… the small conference room.”

The door closed, Anne turned to me and said, “This is a confidential conversation. You are bound by the contract you signed never to reveal it took place, or whatever happens afterward. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Randy wanted to talk to you, but I persuaded him that I was the right person. We have a situation.”

Anne paused and then said, “Have you noticed anyone watching you lately?”

I replied, “No.”

“Well you have been watched, and we have been watching the watchers. A random ‘follow home’ by the department discovered that you were being followed. At that time we didn’t know who it was. We do now. Let’s step back. Randy is head of E Section. It has the responsibility for recruiting and turning important people in the B group of countries. Russia, China, Western Europe are for others. We have the smaller, but not insignificant countries. So when Randy goes to a specific country, our opposition knows it is to make the final recruitment decision. Where he goes, if known, turns on the red light, and those thinking about working with us are in grave danger.

“You are being watched. It seems obvious, since we would do it ourselves, that they are going to try to turn you—to have you give them information about Randy and his activities. The standard technique is to have you meet the most handsome man you have ever met at what appears to be a chance meeting. Love would follow, and you would be turned. Or so they are probably thinking.

“We think that approach will not work. You are beautiful and every lustful male has been hitting on you without success. If our horny guys can’t get to you, then we believe these people would be equally unsuccessful. Your future lover would approach you. If done lightly, you would tell him to take a hike. If done aggressively, you might even report him to security as per policy. Either way, they would lose.”

Anne looked at me hard and said, “We don’t want them to lose; rather we want them to gain ultimate leverage over you—not some romance between an unmarried woman and a man.”

Anne continued, “If they feel that they have complete control over you, then the information you will provide them will have extreme credibility. We want to give them that confidence.”

I looked at Anne and asked, “You want me to have sex with a spy?”

Anne replied, “I’m not explaining this well. Having sex with a spy and then giving him information often works, but many times it is a simple sting and the information is false. We want to create a situation where they feel you have no choice but to do what they want.”

I replied, “I’m lost. How can they have ultimate leverage over me?”

Anne answered, “To put you in such an embarrassing position that everyone you know, especially your parents, your siblings, and your friends could never forgive or forget something you did.”

“Like what,” I countered, “Taking Randy to bed with me?”

Anne answered, “You are missing slot oyna the point. A man and an unmarried women having sex happens every day. If it were to become known that you were going to bed with Randy, it might be unpleasant for you, but most people would not think it was extraordinary or very shameful.”

I replied, “Well if it isn’t having sex with Randy, what do you want me to do?”

For the first time since I met Anne, she looked hesitant. I had never seen Anne when she wasn’t in complete control, but now she had lost that confidence. She started to say something and stopped. She started again and stopped again. She blushed.

Finally Anne said, “This is my idea. It is probably a dumb idea, and I can’t believe I put it on the table, but I did. When Randy goes on a non sensitive mission, he is watched all the way. His room is bugged, and lately his hotel room has had secret cameras recording his every move. Obviously, they are hoping for a blackmail situation, and obviously Randy knows and avoids it. Since his wife died in a car accident, he has never dated nor messed around. I know. I tried.”

Anne continued, “We want to create a situation where they try to blackmail Randy. We think, however, that you will end up the real target.”

I asked, “Target me for what? Doing what?”

Anne waited a moment. Then she said, “With your family background—the achiever in your family—a disgrace to you would be devastating. They would expect you to do anything to avoid that disgrace. That’s what we are counting on.”

I repeated, “Do what?”

Anne said, “Sex.”

I said, “You just told me that sex with a man is nothing?”

Anne looked at me intently and said, “Sex with Randy and me.”

“What!”

Anne continued, “A threesome orgy is just the thing that should hook you. The family disgrace, your friends, it would be horrible. That’s what they want. That is what they look for and they would expect it to be a winner.”

I was stunned. Surprisingly, I wasn’t embarrassed at first. Without thinking I blurted, “But I haven’t had sex in over 3 years; how could I do that; what would I do?”

Anne replied, “It should look somewhat unplanned and for you it should appear that Randy and I are taking advantage of an insecure female caught in a situation that you could not handle. We would orchestrate the tryst so that it appeared as if you got caught in an evening of unplanned passion and sex. Something you would never do, but did. And it would be something that you would never do again. That’s the ideal blackmail situation; when someone gets caught doing something that they would never do in their day to day life.”

Anne, watching me closely asked, “Do you want to think about it?”

Almost hypnotized by the moment—my thoughts raced over what I was being told until I heard myself say, “I will do it.”

I never went into any type of deep thought about the answer. I said yes, and I committed myself to performing. I was nervous, but nervous that I would not do well, rather than I was doing it at all. Later that day I thought about what was going to happen. I was going to be naked in front of both Anne and Randy. They would do things to my body that I had never experienced before. How would I control myself? What would I feel?

Chapter 2

Weeks went by. Several times Randy or Anne said it might be next week, but then it was called off. Not only did the opposition have to know where Randy was going and where he was staying, but they had to have the means to bug and video the room. We could neither make it too easy, nor make it too hard. So three or four attempts went bad.

Finally Randy called me. He was in Paris. He said a key word and then continued, “I need two files—the Alpha II recap and the preliminary Delta report. Neither is sensitive enough to require an armed courier, but the protocol says that an employee from E Section must carry them. Are you free to fly over on the night flight, stay a night, and return?”

My voice catching replied, “Yes, no problem.”

Randy replied, “Excellent. Go to transportation and on my verbal orders have them make plane arrangements and hotel reservations where I am staying.” Without another word he hung up.

I arrived at DeGaulle early in the morning. I used my college French to direct the taxi to the hotel, and checked in. I was tired. I had not been able to sleep on the overnight flight. The inability to sleep might have been the newness of flying to a foreign country…or maybe I was afraid of what was about to happen. In either case, I was tired and apprehensive.

I immediately took a shower and then, overwhelmed, went to sleep since my meeting with Randy was not until five o’clock that evening. My alarm went off at four o’clock and I took another shower to wake up. I was feeling better, but still nervous. Standing before the mirror I looked at my naked body. My breasts stood out. I touched my nipples lightly and as I was watching, the nipples hardened. It brought a flush to me face.

I canlı casino siteleri dressed in a simple black dress with straps leaving my shoulders bare. The bra and panties were standard issue. After all, I did not know what I was getting into.

At the same time Randy and Anne were in his mini-suite. The king-size bed, rare in Europe, took up two-thirds of the room and there was a small sitting area in front of the bed with a small couch and chair facing the television.

The conversation between Randy and Anne had been normal business. Nothing confidential was said as was expected among professionals. Randy, winking at Anne finally said, “So we have Katie with us tonight. What do you think?”

Anne replied, “She is your assistant–she is used to doing what you say. However, she certainly doesn’t throw her body around the office, although she really has a spectacular figure. I suggest we have a few drinks and see if the ice princess is really made of ice. If she doesn’t react appropriately, then maybe it’s you and me again—not the end of the world, is it?”

Randy replied, “Of course not Anne. Sex with you has always been spectacular.”

I knocked on Randy’s door at five o’clock. Anne opened the door and said, “Exactly on time. How was your trip?”

I replied, “Long, but no problems other than I had to show them my temporary courier identification to prevent security from searching the briefcase.”

Anne looked behind me to a man that had walked up and said, “Here is the package. Please take it to the office, secure it, and then you are free for the night.”

The man took the briefcase and left without a word.

Randy appeared and said, “I’m hungry and we all have had a rough 24 hours. I suggest we have a good meal and call it a day.”

We never left the hotel. The hotel restaurant was fantastic. Randy and Anne both spoke very good French and took over. They ordered for themselves and on my request, also ordered sole meunire for me. Randy took his time and then ordered two wines—a merlot and white chardonnay.

We sipped the wines, kept the conversation going, and then had the meal presented to us in the traditional French restaurant way. It was perfect, but I was nervous. Randy and Anne acted as if this was nothing more than a business meal. They talked, made small jokes, and never showed any inclination that this was other than fun. I, on the other hand, remained apprehensive. What was coming?

The first couple of glasses of wine did nothing to me. Somewhere between the third and fourth glass of wine, I relaxed. I laughed at the jokes. I tried to tell a few, but always missed the punch line.

Then Randy stood up and said, “Let’s have a nightcap upstairs, and then all of us get a good night’s sleep.” We agreed and followed him to his room.

Randy immediately made the drinks. My drink was strong and did not taste as good as the wine. I sat on the couch with my back to the bed. Randy was in the chair and Anne sat next to me.

Anne said, “You really look like the trip has caught up with you. Are you tired”?

I replied, “Yes, the eight hour flight, a short nap, and then the wine and dinner have been fun, but tiring. How do you and Randy put up with this type of traveling week after week?”

Anne said, “A big part of handling the travel is learning how to relax. Let me give you a shoulder massage to ease the strain and then off to bed you go.”

Without another word Anne got up and walked behind the couch and lightly touched my shoulders. I think I jumped a little. She griped my shoulders, squeezed and started massaging them. For a few minutes her hands worked on my bare shoulders and neck. Her hands were soft and she knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make my body relax. I looked at Randy who returned my look. I read nothing in his face.

Without my being aware, my shoulder straps had been pushed aside and Anne continued to massage my bare shoulders, neck and upper arms. It was comfortable and I closed my eyes. I felt her hands pull the back zipper down to reveal more of my shoulders and back. Her hands went farther down my back and chest. Finally her fingers lightly touched the top of my breasts. I involuntarily squeezed my legs together. I had to force myself not to reach and stop her hands.

There was dead silence in the room. Her hands were feathers as they continued to go back and forth over my chest and upper breasts. Then her hands went deeper. Her fingers slipped under my bra and lightly caressed my nipples. I moaned quietly my head back against the couch, my hands at my side.

For minutes Anne silently massaged my back, shoulders, and breasts. At some point she unclasped my bra. I was barely awake, but her hands were starting to arouse my body. My legs parted slightly and I no longer wanted Anne to stop.

Anne finally unzipped the back of my dress so that it lay at my waist. Her fingers lightly cupped the bottom of my breasts lifting them slightly while her thumbs gently kneaded my nipples that were now hard points of sensitivity. She leaned over my shoulders and lightly kissed each nipple and then went back and gently sucked them. I whimpered and I could feel the moisture invade my panties.

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