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Its 7:40pm sitting at the bar in the hotel with a drink wondering where you are, we arranged to meet at 7 and your already 40 minutes late and and there has been now text or call to explain why. I resist the urge to call and see where you because I know your doing this on purpose because you know that being late will have pushed my buttons and got me slightly annoyed and in your mind you think this will pay off when you arrive as your punishment will that little more sincere and true……

I see your headlights pull into the car park and you get out the car and I can just make out the black high heels and knee length black skirt your wearing, your wearing a coat so I can’t see what else you have on but in my mind I’m hoping for a white blouse that along with the glasses you have in your bag will complete the fantasy That you know I’m craving from you.

You walk into the bar and I’m sat at the stool with my back to you but I refuse to turn and greet you and I make you walk straight up-to me and make the first contact.

THE GAME HAS BEGUN.

You come along side me and we exchange hellos but I stand firm to ensure you break first and you kiss me on my cheek and I offer me you a drink which you refuse and and ask for the room key, your tone is belligerent and rude but in a playful and sassy way. I take the key from my pocket and slide it onto the bar keeping my fingers on it that forces you to snatch it from my hand. You tell me to come up when I’ve finished my drink and you turn away to leave and I say in a firm voice that I will decide when I come up and you leave. I can’t resist the urge to turn and watch you walk away. You look phenomenal and I’m already feeling that my cock is starting to throb….

After a short while I go to the reception and request from the girl on the desk another key for the room as there is no way that I’m allowing you any control in what is about to happen by letting you open the door for me.

I enter the room and walk in to see you bending slightly over the table looking in the mirror fixing your red lip stick and glasses on with your hair up in a well formed bun and I can see you have already had a glass of the wine I left for you in preparation, you look out of this world and it’s everything I have played over in my mind in the fantasy I’ve been dreaming about for weeks..

You turn around and look at me with a beautiful attitude but also a vulnerability that drives me insane and I beckon you across the room and where I put my hand on your chest and stop you so I can look at you and drink in the vision that I call MINE!!!

Instantly we start to kiss and I can feel as I run my hand over your clad body that you are wearing stockings and suspenders that I’m desperate to see but that but not yet you have made me wait long enough for Burdur Escort this and I order you onto your knees, you try to resist and stand your ground but it’s pointless and I place one hand around the back of your head and tell you to do as your told and you reluctantly comply, on your knees your looking up at me through your glasses and my fantasy is now in full swing, your rubbing your hand up and down my legs and with your teeth you find the outline on my hard cock and bite it gently through my jeans with just enough pressure so I feel like you are attempting to gain some control back.

I find this cute but funny and i grab your hair at the back of your head and I pull your head back so your looking directly up at me, no words are needed you know what you need to do now and you begin to unzip my jeans and pull them down all the time you are still looking up at me with that naughty glint in those amazing hazel coloured eyes the glasses are doing there job and I feel I’m in this fantasy now, I pull your head back to where I want it and you remove my cock from my underwear and take it in your hand whilst your other hand is around the back of my thigh and your nails are just on the cusp of digging in and causing me that needed bout of pain that you know I demand from you.

You start lick the shaft of my hard cock and kiss the tip but you refuse to take into your mouth even though I grab it myself and try to force it it deep this is where you begging to take control of the situation and have the upper hand and show me with a smutty smile and a wink, eventually you submit and take me fully into your open mouth and I see your bright red lips closing around me, I can feel you starting to suck me and your tongue is slowly wrapping around the underside of my throbbing dick and then you begin to move your head in and out wanking me with a exquisite skill that we both know you posses, it’s not long until I can feel that fire inside me and I forcefully grab your hair and make you perform in a faster and deeper rhythm until my ecstasy explodes inside you mouth and I quake as your nails bite me deeper. You know the rules and you resist the urge to swallow my hot cum until you have used your tongue and forced it to the front of your mouth for me to see and a small drip rolls over your bottom lip and drips down your chin until you wipe it away with the back of your hand and the swallow my load as you turn your head away I see you licking the small amount of my pleasure that glistens on the back of your hand. This wasn’t done to please me but for your benefit….

YOUR TURN……

You don’t need telling and you stand up and begin to remove your blouse and you black lace bra is exposed and I can see the shape of your perfect breasts and the shape of your neck and shoulder Burdur Escort Bayan as you turn and walk towards the bed, I try to undo your skirt and it catches on your shapely size 12 hips and it’s a perfect fit and needs some teasing down where if falls to the floor as you step out of it with those black high heels that show the form of your magnificent legs and arse and I can now see for the first time the black matching thong you have on and it’s then I realise you have worn it under your suspender so everything from now will be done with it pulled to the side which you know excites me in a very naughty and great full way..

You get to the bed and turn and I can see you in full view and it’s then that i get the feeling of being in the presence of a truly beautiful sexual creature and my anticipation flys away from me and I push you onto the bed and position you where I need you to be so I can deliver everything I need to as to ensure you receive the same level of attentiveness you provide to me.

I come along side you and we start to kiss with complete passion the taste of the remnants cum excites me. You instantly demand I remove your bra and you grab my hand and guide me to to the clasp where I flick it open and it falls limp and drops from your breasts, I begin to kiss your neck and slowly lick the side of your shoulder and begin kissing my way to your perfectly shaped and hard nipples and I take one in my mouth and begin to tease it with my teeth and I then hear that soft moan and a small whimper that lets me know your pleased with my progress, my other hand is already pressing against your lace covered pussy and I can feel the damp warm liquid coming from you. I want to taste you but you have my head in your hands and your forbidding me to stop sucking you and playing with your swollen heaving tits.

I slowly slip my fingers into your of your thong and pull it violently to one side and push it up onto the crease of your hip and I feel you gasp with the firmness I use, as I begin to rub my fingers in-between your swollen pussy I can feel from the hot silky throbbing indication that you are struggling to control yourself now it’s then you push my head away and I smile as I know that I get to do what I’m wanting to and act with selflessness and taste your elixir that I am obsessed with.

I begin to kiss my way down your beautiful body until I reach the crease of your hips and then I can smell you and I begin to feel that sexual chaos within me. Your constantly trying to close your legs and push my head away but I’m to far too strong and I over power you plunge my tongue into you and feel that first heat and wetness that I desire we know that licking is nice but gently sucking your clit is where your passion lies so I tease you and put you in a complete Escort Burdur state of frenzy whilst I work you into a pulsing rhythm and we work together to achieve your orgasm. Your nails are firmly planted into my shoulder and I can start to feel the shake and twitch of your impending release and it build until you cry and shake with utter satisfaction and appreciation of where you soul is right now.

You grab my hair and pull me up towards you with a power and dominance that makes me slight angry but makes sure that I’m ready to finish this performance, I’m ripping at the buttons of my shirt and running my hands up your covers legs feeling the stockings and the straps of your suspenders and I then begin to start teasing your nipples as you reach down and you remove the obstruction of your wet thong by holding it to the side so I can enter you with my throbbing cock. As I feel you with the tip of my cock I push gently to enter you and I can see that you are looking at me with a look of what’s about to happen and smile but turn away to hide the embarrassment and glee on your face, as I force myself into you your hands move around to my back and your nails begin to paw at my bare back and I tell you to go harder and hurt me which you are more than happy to oblige.

As I’m fucking you I can feel you clenching your tight wet pussy around my cock and I think how unfair your being as I don’t stand a chance and this is where you are now in control and I need to sort this so I take my power back and dominate you, you know exactly what your doing and refuse to leave go by spearing my back harder with your nails and I can almost feel the skin break, it time for me to stop this pretend dominance your trying to display and I grab your hair and show you who’s in control and by turning you over and enter you from behind and start to pump my cock into you whilst pulling at your hair. I see that your hand is now back between your legs and your taking the opportunity to give your self another orgasm that send me over the edge and I explode again inside you as you squeeze every drop from me by clenching around me……

I push you onto the bed and and look at you and can see a smile that tells me that you believe that you’ve won and I lost this bout of sexual madness.

That’s when I instruct you stand up and walk to to the mirror in the room and stand behind you holding your throat gently and tilting your head back by softly but firmly pulling your hair again and I’m kissing you over your shoulder, I use my foot to open your legs wider and then you see my cum running down the inside of your legs and I shame you and take back the control and claim the victory and I laugh as you dip your head and smile yourself..

We kiss once more and I tell you go and turn the shower on in the bathroom where we kiss and clean each other with a soft and passionate motive that we know that’s only round 1 and there is more to come, I wrap a towel around me and go and poor you another glass of wine and await the delight that is you and your naked wet body to return into the room…

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Twins’ Wanton Mother

I wiggled my finger in my twin sister’s asshole as I stared through the slats of the closet door. Kimiko trembled beside me, feeling the tension as we waited to see what our mother would do. Would she suck Clint’s cock soaked in my pussy juices? She wouldn’t know it was my cream on him. That Clint had just fucked my cunt. His jizz ran out of me, leaking down my thighs as I hid naked.

This was the moment that my twin sister’s desires finally were realized.

When we moved to California, Kimiko wanted to seduce myself and our mother into incest. She wanted to revel in passion with all of us. She had thoroughly corrupted me, dominating me and showing me the submissive, little sister lurking inside of my soul. I wanted what she wanted. I wanted to make love to our mother.

She was beautiful. A mature, Japanese woman, her black hair falling about her delicate, and mature face. I could see the similarities to Kimiko and me. The shape of her nose. The roundness of her ears. The plumpness of those lips.

She ran her tongue across her lips. She leaned closer and closer to Clint’s cock. The young man, only nineteen, a year older than Kimiko and myself, stood so strong and powerful over her. I could feel that sexy domination rippling off of him. I yearned to go out there and submit to him.

I pressed my dress, clutched in my left hand, against my breasts, rubbing them on the nipple as her mouth drifted closer and closer to Clint’s cock. She let out such a wanton moan, something full of unleashed desire. She hadn’t been with any man since our father passed. Her passions were bottled for a decade.

Clint uncorked them.

“Yes,” whispered Kimiko in our native Japanese as our mother engulfed the tip of Clint’s cock.

She tasted my incestuous pussy juices. My cunt clenched, forcing out more of the cum filling my snatch. It ran down my thighs, making me tremble. I fingered Kimiko’s asshole faster and faster. I pumped my fingers in and out of her velvety asshole. My twin whimpered, wiggling her hips.

Thanks to the stand mirror, I could see both sides of our mother’s face. Her cheeks hollowed. She moaned out loud, her eyes squeezing shut. Her hands grasped Clint’s muscular thighs as she bobbed her mouth faster and faster, her head twisting.

“Damn, you like the taste of pussy, don’t you?” he growled.

Our mother’s mouth popped off his dick. “I… I’ve never tasted another woman.” Her accent was thicker than usual when speaking English. “It… it tastes good on you… Who is it? Your girlfriend, Pam? Her mother?”

“It’s my sister-slut’s,” hissed Kimiko in Japanese, her words so soft.

“Isn’t it hotter not knowing?” Clint asked, grabbing a fistful of Mother’s hair. He pulled her to his cock, her lips nuzzling the end.

She didn’t answer him, instead she engulfed his cock. She sucked more of my pussy juices off his dick. A dizzy wave of heat washed through me. It was so wicked to witness. To know she tasted my naughty cunt and loved it.

Clint groaned. He ripped off his shirt, exposing that muscular body. My lusts surged at the sexy sight as I stared at his back and side. His forearm bulged as he seized Mother’s hair, his fingers sliding through her silky hair. She moaned about his cock, sucking, slurping, making so many wanton sounds.

Drool ran down her chin as he groaned. Pleasure crossed his face. Our mother pleased our adopted big brother. She worshiped him with the same enthusiasm that my sister and I did. I trembled, pumping my fingers into my twin’s asshole over and over. I jammed my digits so deep into her bowels, wiggling them, stimulating her.

“Isn’t this so hot, onee-chan?” Kimiko whispered.

“Yes, onee-sama. Minako can’t look away.”

I couldn’t. It was so hot watching Mother please Clint. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, begging to be touched. I squeezed my discarded dress tight to my small breasts. My sensitive nipples drank in the feel of the cloth. The tingles raced down to my cunt, swelling the passion brewing in my depths. My butt-cheeks clenched.

I wanted to be with them. I wanted to join Mother. I wanted to be on my knees worshiping Clint’s cock with her. I pressed my face against the louvered slats, watching her please him. Her breasts swayed beneath her dress. Her fingers dug into his thighs.

“That’s it,” Clint groaned. “Let that slut out of you. It’s been simmering in you for so long, just waiting to burst from you.”

She groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered about his cock. Her head twisted. She had skill at sucking cock. It was clear Mother had done this before. That she must have loved our father’s dick with that mouth. And now she pleasured Clint.

Our big brother.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Suck off all those pussy juices. You just love it. You’re going to suck all the cum out of my balls. I’m going to flood your mouth.”

She sucked so hard.

“You want that. You want my cum.”

She Bursa Escort let out a purring moan.

“Just keep doing it. You’re going to guzzle it down. Your slut-mouth hungers for it.” His face twisted. His back muscles tightening. “Fuck!”

His back arched. Mother’s cheeks bulged. Cum spilled out of the corners of her mouth, running pearly down her face. It was so obscene. I jammed my fingers deep into my sister’s assholes. I made my twin whimper as we witnessed my mother guzzling down so much spunk.

She gulped down as he growled. He gripped her hair tight as he pumped her mouth full of cum. A dizzy wave washed through me. I pressed my face against the closet, my heart pounding so hard as Clint let out a final growl.

“Damn, you are a cum-guzzling slut,” Clint growled. “Do your daughters have any idea that you have such skill?”

Color tinged our mother’s cheeks. She slid her mouth off his dick. Her slanted eyes were glassy and dazed. She licked at the cum leaking out of her and then moaned, “No, no. They have no idea the things I did with their father.”

“You worshiped his cock. You were his whore, weren’t you?”

Mother nodded her head.

“And you miss it. You miss being a man’s object. To just be used by him.”

She whimpered. “So much. He… He…” Her words choked off. “I miss him.”

“Then strip, slut,” he growled. “Take off the rest of my clothes then yours.”

“Yes,” she moaned and then attacked his shoes.

I pumped my fingers in my twin sister’s asshole again. We watched as she pulled off his shoes and then his socks. Then she drew off his jeans the rest of the way, tugging the denim down his legs while his cock bobbed hard before her. She looked so subservient.

“She looks like you, onee-chan,” Kimiko whispered. “Okaasan looks so eager to serve, doesn’t she?”

“Like you with Clint, onee-sama,” I answered.

“I am a submissive slut with him.” Her asshole clenched on my fingers, increasing that hot, velvety grip. “But he’s our big brother. A little sister should be submissive with her big brother.”

“Minako agrees.” Then I sucked in a deep breath as our mother rose, her salmon-pink dress rustling. “Okaasan is doing it.”

Our mother undid the built in belt of her dress, uncinching it. Her dress no longer hugged her waist. She dressed to show off her body, attracted to Clint. Then she undid the square buttons of her bodice. She trembled as she revealed the bra she wore beneath, dark, cupping her round breasts. I licked my lips, so eager to see our mother naked.

Her dress fell down her body. She looked so beautiful. So sensual. So mature. Her panties were sexier than I imagined she owned. Black and tight, cut to ride high on her hips and show off some of the cheeks of her ass. Clint looked her up and down as she trembled.

“I see where your daughters get their beauty,” he said. “Show it all to me. Don’t be shy, slut.”

“Yes,” she whimpered and reached behind her. She unhooked her bra with such ease, such skill.

This wasn’t the first time she’d stripped for a man. She bared her breasts, so round, her nipples thrusting from wide areolas. They were darker nubs than my twin or I possessed. They looked fatter and begged to be sucked on. Clint seized one, tweaking it and making her shudder.

Her fingers hooked her panties’ waistband. She shoved them off her hips and down her legs, her black bush adorning her pale-olive flesh. She whimpered as he kept fingering her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as she stepped out of her panties, her toned thighs flexing. She kept on her white heels, her black hair sweeping about her naked shoulders.

“Lovely,” Clint groaned. “It is a crime that no one has worshiped this body in so many years.”

“T-that changes tonight, Clint… sama.”

“Sama…” He smiled. “I like that, slut.”

“I love seeing okaasan naked,” whimpered Kimiko.

“Minako thinks she is gorgeous,” I whispered back, slowing the speed of my pumping fingers in her asshole. I wanted to savor this as Mother touched herself. She stroked her body while Clint drank it in, his cock throbbing and twitching before him.

“There is a blindfold on the nightstand,” Clint said, his voice so strong. “Put it on.”

“Yes… Clint-sama,” she said, her voice a sultry purr.

She sauntered with such confidence away from Clint, passing before the closet door. Her breasts swayed before her, her hips rolling. She knew she was a beautiful woman. That she was naked before a man who appreciated her beauty. She wasn’t bashful like a maiden. Like I was.

She picked up the sleeping mask and drew the black cloth over her face, the edges lined with a dark-red lace. She adjusted the straps behind her head. She couldn’t see anything now. She licked her lips, her breath quickening.

Kimiko’s asshole squeezed down on my fingers. “Look at her pussy, onee-chan. She’s so wet.”

My eyes flicked down to our mother’s bush. Juices Bursa Escort Bayan sparkled on her silky strands. I wanted to lick her. To eat her. I wanted to devour her. I wanted feast on her. Just make her cum on my face. I would love her so much.

“Now lie down on the bed,” Clint ordered as he approached, his right hand lightly stroking his cock.

She obeyed with a sensuous grace, stretching out her naked body on the bed. The springs creaked as she adjusted herself, her black hair spread out across the bed. She ran her hands up her body to her breasts, squeezing them, jiggling them.

Offering them to Clint.

Clint stroked his hand up her thigh as he walked along the side of the bed, passing our hiding spot. He glanced at the closet while our mother whimpered from his touch. He had such a hungry smile on his face as he stared at us.

I trembled and my pussy burned, my juices flowing.

His hand stroked up from Mother’s thigh, past her hip, to cross her stomach. He gripped her round breast. He squeezed her, groped her. His thumb swiped over her nipple. She gasped and squirmed on the bed.

Then his hand continued stroking upward, crossing her collarbone to her shoulder. He swiped down to her right arm, his finger lightly touching down to her elbow, to her wrist. He seized her and pulled her arm over her head to the restraints attached to the bed frame. Our mother squirmed but didn’t fight even when he wrapped the cuff about her wrist and tightened it.

“Clint-sama,” she moaned.

He grabbed her other wrist and pulled it to the other corner of the bed. I shivered at how pliant our mother was. She trembled on the bed, her breasts rising and falling, pillowed into two soft mounds. Her flat stomach tensed and squirmed as she writhed on the bed. He bound her in place then his hand moved down her body, slipping past her breast this time.

She moaned with such wanton delight, shuddering at his touch.

“Minako is getting so wet, onee-sama,” I whimpered as Clint ran his hand down our mother’s left thigh, pulling it open. “Okaasan is so pliant.”

“She is,” my sister whispered back. “It’s as hot as your fingers reaming my asshole, onee-chan.”

I agreed, fighting the rising moan as Clint bound first our mother’s left leg then her right. She was bound spread-eagle to the bed, helpless. She looked so delicious. I licked my lips, plunging my fingers so deep into my twin’s asshole.

Clint knelt between our mother’s thighs. He stroked his hands up both her thighs. She groaned and whimpered, pulling on her restraints as her body shuddered. Her breasts quivered. She licked her lips as he came closer and closer to touching her snatch.

“It’s been ten years since someone has worshiped this cunt,” Clint said when his fingers reached her wet, curly bush. “What a crime.”

“Yes, Clint-sama,” she moaned.

“We’ll worship it all the time, okaasan,” my sister whispered.

I gave a soft moan of agreement.

“Clint-sama!” Mother moaned as he nuzzled his face into her pussy.

He ate her.

Mother gasped and quivered, pulling on the restraints as he feasted on her. He pressed his face into her dark curls. His hands reached up her body and groped her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them as he devoured her.

I knew how passionate Clint was. He ate pussy with such gusto. He loved making a woman gasp and moan for his pleasure. I shuddered beside my sister, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. My heart pounded. My breath quickened, pressing my tits against my dress.

“Clint-sama!” she groaned, her blindfolded head tossing back and forth. She humped her pussy against his mouth, the bed creaking, her bonds groaning as she pulled against him. She couldn’t do anything but lie there and receive ecstasy.

Her breasts heaved as her back arched. As he licked her, he made her body move more and more. Her stomach flexed. Her thigh muscles bunched as she spasmed. Her toes curled. The sounds she made sent trembles rippling through my body.

My fingers plunged faster and faster into my twin sister’s asshole. I gave Kimiko as much pleasure as I could, reveling in the velvety feel of her. I couldn’t stop pleasing her. I wanted to make my sister come. I wanted to hear her gasping and moaning in delight. To hear her passion sing through the closet.

But we had to stay hidden. Clint hadn’t told us to come out.

“Clint-sama,” Mother moaned over and over, her face contorting in pleasure. “Oh, yes! I… I…”

“Don’t fight it, slut,” Clint growled. “You deserve this pleasure. No fumbling fingers. No using substitute toys. Tonight, a man is making you cum.”

“Yes!” she gasped, humping against him.

“Please, cum, okaasan,” I whispered. “Minako believes you deserve it.”

“Yes,” groaned my sister as she trembled beside me.

I couldn’t look away from our mother’s rising pleasure. She shuddered on the bed, her boobs jiggling in his grip. The pleasure mounted as Escort Bursa Clint feasted on her. His hands squeezed her tits. He massaged those round mounds, his fingers digging into her flesh. He slid up her breasts and found her nipples.

He tugged on her nubs, making her squeal. He stretched those nipples, making my own throb in envy. I shivered beside my sister, the heat building and building in me. Juices trickled down my thighs, my bush thoroughly soaked.

“Oh, Clint-sama!” she groaned, her body heaving. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“She’s cumming,” my sister groaned. “Okaasan is cumming, onee-chan!”

I gasped in realization that she was. She thrashed on the bed, her arms pulling on her bonds. The frame creaked. She humped against Clint’s face. He kept licking her, kept her cumming. I stared transfixed as the rapture heaved through her body over and over. He gave her such pleasure.

Her orgasms bled one into the other. I whimpered, my fingers frozen in my sister’s asshole. I couldn’t focus on anything but our mother’s pleasure. Her gasps and moans screamed through the room. She must be drowning Clint in her pussy juices.

Lucky him.

I licked my lips, wondering what Mother tasted like. I breathed in, but I could only smell the tangy musk of my twin sister’s and my own pussy. It filled the closet with our passion. Kimiko must have rivulets of cream running down her thighs, too.

“Clint-sama! I… I need you! I need your… your… cock!” Mother’s accent was so thick. “Please, please. Fuck me. Be in me.”

Clint rose, his chiseled chin soaked by her juices. The cream ran down his neck. He mounted her, seized his dick, and guided it to her wanton pussy. My cunt clenched as I sucked in a breath. I held it, my body trembling, waiting for that moment of penetration.

He slammed his dick into our mother’s twat.

She gasped, her back arching. She let out a moan of such throaty lust. Her face twisted with pleasure. Her head tossed back and forth as he fucked her hard. He pounded our mother, his muscular ass flexing as he thrust into her over and over.

He was such a handsome man. I was so glad he was our adopted older brother.

“Clint-sama! Yes! Yes! Fuck my pussy! Pound me! Ooh, yes! A cock! Such a wonderful cock! Stirring me up!”

“Just enjoy it!” he growled, thrusting so hard. He fucked her with such passion. I heard his balls slapping into her taint. “This is your night to be a woman. A slut! You’re going to do things you never thought you could.”

“Yes!” hissed my sister. “Pound her, onii-sama!”

I nodded my head in agreement. I rubbed my thighs together, my clit throbbing. I couldn’t look away, transfixed by his muscular body pounding her. He was such a stud. And he gave her so much pleasure. He made our mother cry out in rapture.

“I’m cumming again!” Mother screamed, her voice almost shrill from the pleasure crashing through her. “Your cock… So long since… This bliss… Oh, yes… Clint-sama!”

He grunted, pumping away at her snatch. It must be spasming so hard about his dick, pleasing him. His face twisted with ecstasy. His chiseled features broadcast his strength. He fucked her with all his masculine prowess. She gasped and groaned, her body heaving beneath him. Her pussy was pleasing him.

He would cum in her. He would fire his spunk into the pussy that birthed my twin and me. Another dizzy wave beset me. It was such sweet torture watching this. I wanted to join in. But couldn’t. Not yet. I had to submit to Clint and stay in the closet.

“Beg for my cum, slut,” Clint groaned. “I know you want it spurting into your cunt.”

She whimpered.

“Do it. Be my slut wholly! Don’t pretend it doesn’t make your cunt hotter. That your pussy isn’t spasming wildly about my dick.”

“I… I…” Mother tossed her head from side to side. Her black hair flew about her face. “Clint-sama… Please… In me.”

“In you what?” he demanded, the bed creaking.

“Please… Your… your seed… Fill me.”

“You can do better,” Clint growled and slammed into her. He stopped fucking her and instead stayed buried in her orgasming cunt. “Make me believe your whore-cunt wants to be filled with my seed.”

Her face contorted. “P-please, Clint-sama. Fill my pussy with… with your cum! Fill my… my whore-cunt with every drop of your spunk! I need it! I’m your slut! Just spurt in me.”

“Okaasan…” I whimpered, smiling at the rapture crossing her face.

Clint drew back his hips, and slammed into her hard. He filled her over and over, pumping away even harder while she screamed out in rapture, begging him over and over to cum in her. To spurt his seed into her pussy.

Would he breed her like he wanted to breed my twin and me?

His back arched. He growled. His face twisted in rapture. I knew his seed pumped into Mother’s pussy. He filled her whore-cunt with his spunk just like he did mine. I felt more of his jizz leak out of me. It stained my thighs. It was such a deliciously naughty delight.

He leaned over Mother, panting. She mewled, the pair coming down from their orgasmic high. I licked my lips, my heart thudding in my chest. I rubbed my cum-slicked and pussy-stained thighs together as my pussy grew so hot.

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Chapter 3

Everyone involved in this story is over the age of 18. It’s a fantasy, and in real life such behaviour would be highly illegal and lead to long prison sentences. If you’re offended by descriptions of rape and forced sex; read no further.

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I hit the gym hard the next day; a weights circuit before a healthy breakfast. The circuit went well, though my leg was aching at the site of the AK-47 bullet scar. Then I called Henri.

“Henri, you old rogue; how are you, and how is the beautiful Michelle? When’s she going to recognise you as the world’s biggest loser and run away with me instead?”

Henri chuckled: it was a standard piece of banter between the three of us; brother Legionaires’ families were off-limits, and we all knew and respected that.

“We’re all good. She’d pack her bags and join you this afternoon but she’s gone off priests – she knows you’re all queers trying to cover up your sinful same-sex attraction by preying on weak-willed women. But I’ll allow it this once, if you promise you’ll take the kids as well!”

We bantered for a little longer before Henri turned serious.

“So, James. You didn’t call me only to shoot the breeze. It’s a WhatsApp call; not airtight, but secure enough. What’s on your mind?”

So I told him. He sympathised over the Bishop and the financial bind with the community centre, expressed approval as I described the four eighteen-year-old girls, ‘tut-tutted’ when I gave him a brief run-down on my forcible defloration of the slim and so delicious Beth, and whistled softly when I told him of the financial deal which had been agreed.

“So, what’s the problem?” he asked. “You sound like a pig in shit! Finances sorted and no shortage of pussy: just keep the girls quiet if you have to force them. But you’re a handsome enough chap, if not a patch on a real hunk like me. The girls will probably want you to fuck them – and that collar of yours can be pretty attractive for the fairer sex. Or so I’m told?”

“OK Henri, and this time yesterday I’d have agreed with you. But things got a lot more complicated.”

I went on to describe the secretly made video of Beth’s rape (“Careless” was Henri’s laconic comment), and how Rupert and Jeremy were now blackmailing me to have sex with the girls to order – to their order – to break them in for their work as very high end mistresses – amongst other duties – for wealthy businessmen. When Henri had finished laughing; and teasing me that now I really was in pussy heaven, he turned serious again.

“OK James. Yes you’re right: it’s bad. You can’t trust the queens, and I guess they’ll throw you under the bus when you’ve done their work for then and they’re ready to move on. Plus, you don’t know anything of their bosses.”

“What bosses?” I asked.

“There must be others. Use your head. You’ve seen no evidence of a logistic or recruitment backing; no more any suggestion how they find customers. This is likely just one tentacle – the end of one tentacle – of a dangerous octopus.”

“So will you help me?”

Henri’s response was immediate and unreserved: “James, I owe you! Michelle too, and the kids: I’d be crocodile shit by now – or worse – but for you. So, the first problem is those videos – videos; they’ll have filmed yesterday too. How long have they been in residence there; and did you see any obvious infrastructure going in?”

I told him: two months, tops, and no, though I had seen a BT Openreach team working just outside the property.

“Good. Likelihood is they’re storing it all on a networked drive on site; maybe even just on a laptop. We need to crack their network. Do they have Wi-Fi do you know? I guess they must have. Well we have to hope. And, what sort of phone do you have?”

I knew about the wireless: a fast connection they’d said. I told him I had an Android phone.

“Perfect. So this is what we do. Meet me today, M25 services; same as always. 1300? We can risk a burger, or take a sandwich. And bring your phone.” He ended the call.

We met as planned, at the usual place, which is absolutely not an M25 services, and he took my phone, handing it to a short man I might have recognised, but carefully took no notice of. I asked if he needed my passcode. Henri chuckled: “Now you’ve insulted him!” The man disappeared. The phone was returned before we parted: the man answering Henri’s quiet question with a simple: “C’est fait. Tout bon”.

“OK, next time you visit,” said Henri to me, “when you visit the manor; make sure the phone’s charged, and contrive to leave it behind, like you dropped it or something. Down the back of a sofa; you’ll think of something. But not too, er, ‘évident’. It needs to be active for a few hours only. There’s a sniffer on it – should get us in. The next day, go and ask for it back. Meanwhile, just play balls – and ‘ave fun!”

I thanked him and drove home, and in fact had no opportunity to leave my now presumably spy-phone at the manor until after the following three days: a break I needed, both for my weekend parish duties and to recharge my sexual batteries.

I was helped Bursa Escort in this latter by the first French lesson with my four pretty students. It was arranged by a note which was waiting on my doormat when I returned from my meeting with Henri, and held in a meeting room at the community centre. Far too public for me to try anything really, and the centre too busy – though I did risk running a single finger along the outside of Beth’s bare shoulder and upper arm, which made her catch her breath and tremble deliciously. The girls were dressed in sleeveless but demure cotton tops and mid-length skirts: certainly the very model of femininity, and of hidden, or rather unreleased sexuality. The girls were delivered by George in a Six-Sierra minibus; they stayed a couple of hours, and were whisked away again. Still, I knew what was under Beth’s clothes, and had glimpsed Mandy’s fine boobs … it was a mark of my professionalism that I delivered a coherent and useful initial assessment and lesson.

The call from the Manor came out of the blue, just as I was dropping off to sleep on the Tuesday evening. It was Rupert, and he sounded panicky.

“James; James; we need you up here now! Right now!! It’s George: he’s gone beserk and he’s got Beth. He’ll kill her if you don’t stop him!”

“Is he armed?” I asked.

“What? Armed?! Good grief no; but he stormed up to the house an hour or two ago; drunk; and just grabbed her! He’s taken her down to his cottage.”

It was fortunate I’d not be needing a firearm or body armour: I could get that kit, but not quickly. So I was on my way in a few minutes, just taking time to slip a trusted old friend into my pocket.

Rupert met me at the main gate, which stood open: a distraught Jeremy beside him – but not too distraught to take a look at my trousers and exclaim, “Good grief!” I drove in, and the gate was closed and bolted behind me.

“This way,” said Jeremy and led me on foot down a path which wound around some trees to the ‘cottage’; in fact a substantial house. The front door stood open and loud music was coming from an open window.

Rupert and Jeremy tagged behind me as I entered the house and quickly checked both floors. The house was empty, though a discarded shoe suggested Beth had certainly been brought here. The music was ear-splitting and I gestured to Jeremy to kill it. He found a power cable, unplugged it and the noise stopped.

Beth’s cry pierced the sudden silence: it came from below us, and as quickly died away. “The cellar!” said Rupert and Jeremy together. They pointed to a door under the stairs.

The wise soldier checks the ground first, but this time I didn’t have that luxury. I just checked my pocket, which was still holding its comfortable weight, and went in.

The door opened to a small landing, and then to a flight of stairs. Taking in the scene below me, lit by a bright bare bulb in the ceiling and, incongruously, a few candles, I saw first Beth, naked, spread-eagled face up on a surprisingly neat looking double bed in the centre of the room. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the corners of the bed, and at first sight I thought she was covered – or at least her chest and groin area – with bright red arterial blood. Whatever he had done to her breasts had left them distorted and misshapen. But at least she was alive, if only just: her tear stained eyes saw my arrival and she turned her head weakly up towards me in anguish.

George was at the head of the bed, holding in one hand a ball gag which he had apparently just removed from Beth’s mouth. His other hand held a wicked looking kitchen knife. In the fight which followed he should have been at an advantage; and perhaps would have been, save for two things: he was drunk, and I had a Denver 2-ply Sap. They cost just £31.14 on Amazon: an absolute steal but you do have to know how to use it. I do.

I was half way down the stairs before he reacted; and then he was slow. He moved away from the bed-head and opened the angle: dropping into a crouch and holding the knife low. But the drink had made him clumsy, and as he moved forward to try to fillet me with the knife he stumbled, and I slipped the blackjack from my pocket and hit him.

There’s a certain elegance about a well balanced cosh; a sense of ‘This is the last word on the matter’ as it strikes a human skull. George dropped like the proverbial stone and lay at my feet, snoring. Rupert and Jeremy joined me, and I gestured to a convenient tub of zip ties which stood handy.

“Tie him up!”, I ordered, and they scuttled to obey.

I turned to Beth, expecting the worst. Arterial bleeds usually spurt — there was none visible here. Had she virtually bled out? But there was no blood on the floor.

“How bad is it? There’s quite a lot of blood on you: how deep are you cut?” I asked.

She looked at me as if I was her knight in shining armour, and astonishingly laughed weakly. “Oh Father – it’s not blood. It’s wax! He was burning me! My poor boobies! My poor coochie!” Then her brittle self control collapsed, and she broke into uncontrolled Bursa Escort Bayan sobbing.

Suddenly the scene made sense. The red stuff was candle wax, not blood. And now I saw that her breasts were distorted not from contusions but from a crude form of tit-torture: there were clamps – crocodile clips – attached to her nipples and in turn tied via blocks to weights, pulling her tits up and out. He had set the contraption up, then dropped hot wax onto the sensitive skin there and at her exposed pussy. I quickly unhooked the weights from the cables, then as gently as possible freed the clamps from her abused tits. She grimaced as the blood flowed back into her abused breasts.

“I’ll have to get the wax off,” I told her. “Candle wax doesn’t actually burn you; just hurts like hell. But your nipples will be sore. Where’s the key for the cuffs?”

Beth moved her head and indicated with her eyes: “Over there. He dropped them in something he called a ‘timer box’.”

I followed the direction of her gaze and found a strongbox bolted securely to the wall. A digital timer labelled ‘Time to Unlock’ was counting down: two hours to run. Rupert and Jeremy had finished trussing up George, who was still out like a light, and would stay out until mid-morning the next day if I was any judge. I directed them to drag him up the stairs and into the rest of the house; a difficult task. I turned to the bed again and examined the restraints. I knew instantly that I couldn’t remove them – they were padded, but industrial strength – or military strength rather, from the South African markings on them.

“Sorry Beth,” I said to the splayed out and helpless girl. “You’re stuck there for a couple of hours.” I turned to Jeremy, who was levering George’s feet through to top doorway.

“Jeremy old fruit: you and Rupert put George on the living room floor. Recovery position; assuming you don’t want him dead?” He grunted assent. “Then fuck off both of you. I’ll bring Beth over to the house when the time-lock releases the key to her cuffs. About two hours: there’s no way of getting her free before then.”

I heard them moving George around, then the front door closing behind them. I turned back to Beth:

“So sweetie; let’s get you as comfortable as we can.”

A gentleman would not have acted as I did then, but I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman, and the sight of her eighteen year old body, cuffed and spread-eagled, naked and available on the bed, would have been an invitation too much even for most saints. And I’m no saint.

I moved over to the bed and leaned over her, before pulling the accumulated wax off each breast in turn. There were angry marks from the tit clamps but she wasn’t cut. George must have tightened them slowly for maximum fear and pain – he’d actually done her a favour: snapping them shut would have torn the delicate skin of her areoles.

“Now for your little coochie.” I told her. “This will hurt because it will tear the hair out with the wax.”

I’d guessed that she’d never had a Brazilian wax, and I wasn’t wrong … but I wasn’t right either.

“It won’t.” she answered weakly. “George … he shaved me. Down there.” Again she used her eyes to indicate a direction.

‘George, you old pervert!’ I thought to myself. ‘You have hidden depths!’ I peeled the wax off there too: there wasn’t too much of it, and again the skin was undamaged apart from a little redness and a couple of nicks where George’s fine motor skills had let him down. I wondered how he’d kept the bed dry, then saw a towel and basin discarded by a sink on one side of the room. I emptied the basin and refilled it with clean water, then wetted a clean corner of the towel.

“I’ll clean you up.” I began to wipe her tits with the damp cloth. She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly, and despite her predicament I noticed the nipples beginning to harden. My cock was hard already – had been for a while, and I moved the cloth down her body to begin on her groin. Her eyes flew open as I began on her sensitive nub, and I sensed her dawning awareness of a double betrayal: by me, taking sexual advantage of her helplessness, and by her body, becoming aroused in spite of herself. She began to thrash around in her bonds, but the movement simply intensified the sexual fire in her depths.

“Hush, little Beth,” I told her. “You’ll spend time enough on your back giving pleasure to your employer. Tonight you get to enjoy being given pleasure, and giving me pleasure, when you can do nothing about it.”

Saying this I cast the cloth aside, and began circling her smooth outer lips with my fingers. I leaned forward and began licking and kissing her firm soft tits; soothing the redness caused by the hot wax, then sucking each nipple in turn into my mouth and caressing it with my tongue. She calmed down, and began to respond with growing sexual passion.

Suddenly her thrashing was of frustration for more stimulation and her cries of ‘No, no!” became pleas not to stop my assault on her taught young body. She really needn’t have begged; I’d no intention of stopping. Escort Bursa Moving my fingers to her slit I found her wet, and not just from my cleansing ministrations. It was time to teach her my favourite number.

Starting from the now hard nipple of her left breast I licked and kissed down her body, over her flat stomach, and on until my tongue replaced my fingers in caressing her pussy and clit. She trembled with the building tension of the approaching orgasm I was inflicting on her unwilling body. But before she could climax, and without ceasing my tongue-lashing of her sensitive sex, I climbed onto the bed and above her. I lowered my hard dick so it dragged over her face and I positioned the head by her mouth. Her delicate lips brushed against me. She moaned in passion, and on my order she took me into her mouth and began to suck on me, her tongue holding the sensitive underside of my erection against the roof of her mouth. We held that position for maybe a minute before she came; her vaginal muscles spasming around my tongue and her sucking interrupted by an involuntary and shuddering gasp of sexual joy.

I pressed myself hard against her splayed out body, and controlled my urge to let go into her throat. Instead I turned around and slid myself down her body so that I could lie between her legs and lick her into ecstasy a second time. As she was cumming I moved up her body until my cockhead was positioned at her entrance; ready to take her in the missionary position.

“Beg me!” I instructed her. She shook her head: her mouth moved, but silently. She was trying to resist the sexual instincts surging through her eighteen year old veins, but in vain:

“Please!” she whispered. “Please, fuck me. Take me with your hard cock! Make me cum again! Pump your seed into my helpless womb! I’m here for you – take me now!”

As she spoke she writhed as far as she could, within the confines of the unyielding chains securing her cuffed wrists and ankles to the bed, trying to impale herself. She managed to push her vaginal opening onto my cockhead, but could go no further.

“Take me!” she pleaded. “Split me wide open! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck … aaaahhhh yes!! Yes, yes, yes!”

I was fully inside Beth now, and beginning to build to my own orgasm, which I knew would not be long delayed. Pushing up on one arm I opened a route for my right hand to return to her clit. She broke off her vocal cries and we began panting together in the throes of our mutual lust: her delectable slim body spread out like a delicate butterfly; pinned by my erect phallus.

We came together, my cum flooding her welcoming womb and leaking out onto the bedsheets below her. I lay still, totally relaxed, enjoying the soft girl-flesh below me. There were tears in Beth’s eyes again, tears now of joy for the pleasure she had never expected a man could give her even when captive and at his mercy … or was that because she was captive and at his mercy?

We lay like that, satiated and relaxed, as I gradually softened within her. I had no desire to move; Beth, constrained as she was, had no option. Finally I stretched languorously, enjoying the feel of her firm breasts under my chest muscles. My now soft penis dropped out of her just as a notification sound and the click of a sprung door opening signalled that the time-lock had released the keys to her cuffs.

I rose from the bed, giving each nipple a final lick, kiss and suckle, then collected the keys and released her. As soon as her arms were free she reached between her legs and scooped a little of my cum from her vagina. Fixing her eyes on mine she licked it lasciviously from her fingers and swallowed.

“Thank you!”

“Any time you want – or rather, any time I want.” I replied.

Her clothes, which George had cut from her, were in a discarded heap; and were unwearable. Naked and barefoot she followed me up the stairs to the hallway. Catching sight of George’s recumbent form through the sitting room doorway she stiffened, but he was clearly out for the count. I ran up the stairs and came down with a soft sheet.

“Best I can do; but it will cover you. You can’t walk without shoes; I’ll carry you.”

Before I picked her up I cut the ties on George’s wrists and ankles. I held Beth cradled in my arms, cock stirring again as my right hand felt her breast through the material. She put her arms around my neck.

“I can’t hate you; I know I should, but I can’t! I love you … no I don’t love you. I don’t know if I love you – but I don’t hate you.”

I kissed her forehead.

“Come on sexy girl. Time to get your beauty sleep.”

I carried her to the house. Rupert and Jeremy fussed over her as I carried her straight up to her room. I sent Jeremy out for a cup of hot cocoa for her, and I got Rupert to find her some nightwear. When they returned Beth was in the shower, and my phone down between the bed and headboard, where it could conceivably have fallen. Turning down the offer of a night cap I made my way home, having assured them that George would likely be fine the next day, apart from the mother of all headaches. Back home, and hoping my spyware-filled phone was doing its stuff back at the manor, I showered, sadly washing the scent of fuckable young woman off my body, and went to bed. I was instantly sleeping the sleep of the just. Ironic really, but anyway.

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Sarah spent the whole night tossing and turning. She twisted in her bedsheets and whimpered as visions of red, glaring eyes infiltrated her dreams. A dark, twisted voice began whispering thoughts into her ear, and she let out a low moan. She shook her head because she knew that it was wrong deep in her subconscious. A hand clasped around her throat, and her eyes shot wide open, but she didn’t see anything around her throat. Sarah reached over for her bedside lamp and clicked it on hastily as fear wound through her. When she looked around her room, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief until she looked down at her throat and saw red marks in the shape of a hand and knew that it had been no dream.

**

The next day Sarah spent trying to get rid of her uneasiness. She felt out of sorts, and she didn’t know how to get rid of the feeling. She remembered her dream vividly and felt embarrassed. She had dreamed of her daddy doing naughty things to her, and she felt sick to her stomach, but she couldn’t deny that it also led to a tingle somewhere else. She had surmised that she had grabbed her own throat in the middle of the dream, and that’s where the marks had come from. Sarah completed mind-numbing tasks for the church for the rest of the day, thinking that would get her out of her mood. She felt lighter coming home from a good day of church work and knew she had reaffirmed her faith in Christ again.

A ding reverberated from her purse as she let herself into her parents’ house. She took her phone out and saw it was a message from Clarke.

C: Want to come over tonight?

A shot of arousal went through her when she remembered what they had done the last time they were together. At the same time, a pang of anger was also there. It was partly Clarke’s fault she felt so sexual all the time! These dreams she was having! All this tension in her body! He was the reason it had ignited in her, and she wished she could just feel normal again. Her fingers flew over the keys as she replied to her fiancée.

S: I can’t tonight, babe. Mother is at a conference. Daddy’s all alone, so I’m making him dinner.

C: I’m all alone, Sarah.

Her lips tilted in a smirk even though she was still a bit angry. She could just imagine the puppy dog expression he was wearing on his face.

S: I’ll make it up to you.

C: You better!

**

Sarah took off all her clothes and was just about to put on a long, summery dress and see if her father was home. Instead, her nipples tightened, and she felt a gush of wetness between her legs. Her mind, which had been thinking of dinner recipes, instantly went to her father. She bit her lip Burdur Escort and imagined her daddy the way he had been in her dream last night. Muscled, virile, and erect with a thick, long cock.

“Fuck,” she whispered as she imagined what he could do with said cock. She shook her head repeatedly to try and dispel the thoughts, but they remained. When just moments ago she had been a good daughter, now things were different. All she could think about was making him crazy with lust. For her. His daughter.

She bent down and rifled through one of her dresser drawers filled with swimwear. She bypassed all the one-pieces she had and finally found the hidden treasure. She had never worn a bright red bikini because it showed off too much of her body and filled her with shame. She wasn’t filled with shame right now, though. A devious smile crossed her lips as she put the swimsuit on. She went over to stand next to her mirror and surveyed her body in it. The triangle top covered her nipples, and that was about it. The bottoms were equally skimpy and left all her ass exposed. When she bent over, the material wedged itself in-between her pussy lips.

A mischievous smirk spread across her face. “Let’s see if daddy can ignore this.”

**

Sarah sprinted down the stairs as soon as she heard the front door open. Her tits bounced in her top and almost escaped as she made her way down. Her father put down his briefcase and turned around.

“Hi, baby. How — “his words tapered off as soon as he got an eyeful of what she was wearing.

“Sarah.” Her father’s voice rang through the foyer.

“Yes, daddy?” she said innocently as she batted her eyes at him.

“What in the world are you wearing? Go change this instant!”

“I thought I would take a swim before making dinner, daddy. I know the swimsuit is a little indecent, but it’s the only one that fits me right now!”

Her father just stared blankly at her, and she wet her lips as she continued, “I can’t help it if my assets are big, daddy.”

Her father cleared his throat. “It’s not right for a father to see his daughter in this way, Sarah.”

Sarah placed her hand on her father’s arm. She rubbed his arm and moved behind his body to massage his shoulders. “You’re so tense, daddy. Let me help.”

As she began to loosen the knots in his shoulders and his body relaxed, he let out a quiet grunt. The noise instantly made her think of what her father would sound like when he fucked her like an animal.

“Daddy,” she whispered into his ear.

“Hmm?”

“Those feelings are back again. The ones we talked about yesterday. I can feel them overwhelming me,” she said as she let her lips drift dangerously close to his neck.

He abruptly turned around and moved away from her. “Is that why Burdur Escort Bayan you’re wearing that swimsuit? I don’t want to hear about any feelings like that!”

Sarah pouted. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it! They overwhelm me and don’t go away until I get relief!” She started to move her fingers down her neck and over her nipples. She circled one bud and then the other as he watched her.

Her father shook his head. “Stop it! You have the devil in you, Sarah!”

“You must have the devil in you then too, daddy.”

“What?”

She pointed down at his trousers, where a very noticeable bulge had drawn her attention.

He looked down and immediately covered it with his hand and looked ashamed. “I’m sorry. It must have been the massage you were giving me.”

Sarah took a few steps until she was eye-to-eye with her father. “Let me help you with that.”

“Child, I don’t know what is going on with you, but it has to stop! This instant! God is watching!”

“Then God can watch me suck your cock,” she purred. Before he knew what happened, his pants were unbuckled and unzipped, and she had her hand massaging his clothed-covered dick.

“Mm, daddy. You must be happy to see me!”

He let out a groan and tried to move away. Sarah took it upon herself and shoved his boxers down while she grabbed hold of his cock so he couldn’t move away.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “It’s so big!” She let go of his cock and watched as it rebounded with a slap against his stomach.

She dropped to her knees. She didn’t give her father a second to protest before wrapping her lips around the purple helmet.

“Mm, daddy,” she said as she traced a circle around his tip with her tongue. “Fuck, you taste good.”

He started to thrust his hips forward before he tried to move away again. “Sarah! No! This is wrong! You’re my daughter! You’re engaged! I’m married — to your mother!”

With every objection that came out of his mouth, she slipped more of his cock into her mouth.

“I don’t care, daddy. I want your fat cock to explode in my mouth. I won’t stop until it does.”

Her father groaned loudly. She knew she was getting to him. The fight was going out of him slowly. But he still tried to pull away and began mumbling, “Forgive me, Father.”

Sarah pulled down her bikini top until her large tits sprung free. “Like these, daddy?”

He looked down at her breasts and let out a growl. She knew she had him then. “Does mom ever suck your cock anymore?”

“No. She thinks it’s disgusting to do that.”

“I don’t, daddy. Use me. Shove that cock into my throat and fuck it.”

He let out a primal roar and shoved his cock all the way down her throat. She let out a gasp as he face-fucked her.

“Is this what you want, you little slut? Escort Burdur For me to sin?” his voice came out gravely and like an animal.

“Fuck yes, Sarah. Just like that,” he said as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. He dove a hand into her white-blonde hair and snared in in a fist. He tightened his hold until tears sprang to his daughter’s eyes.

She moved her mouth up and down his thick cock before pulling back. “Yes, I’m a slut! Keep fucking my throat with your big cock, daddy!”

He canted his hips, so more of his cock went down her throat. “Oh yeah, my little girl can suck a cock. Fuck.” He closed his eyes as he kept thrusting into her mouth.

She pulled her lips off his cock and shoved her bikini bottoms to the side so he could see her pussy. “Like this view?” she asked as she shoved three fingers into her sopping cunt.

“Sarah,” he moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you sin.” She continued to suck his cock until the only noise heard were slurps as Sarah hungrily sucked his rock-hard dick. She took him out of her throat and spat all over the length of his dick before rubbing it in. “Your cock tastes so good, daddy.”

“Your throat feels like heaven, baby.”

Sarah took the hand that wasn’t fucking her pussy and moved it down to his bloated balls. She moved her mouth down and sucked one of them into her mouth.

“Fuck!”

“You like that, daddy? You like your slutty daughter sucking this cock?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Fuck.” She mumbled as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy while she played with her clit. “This cock is going to make me come all over my fingers!”

“You like daddy’s thick cock?”

“Yes! I want it in my cunt! Fuck me, daddy!”

Her father groaned. “Oh shit. I want to spread your legs and fuck you like the little whore you are.”

“Yes, daddy!” Sarah screamed as her orgasm tore through her. “Fuck! Oh yes, I’m cumming!”

Her father took his cock out of her mouth and began to jerk it. “I’m going to come on your face. I’m going to paint your face white with my load.”

He tipped his face back and let out a growl as he started to come. “Take it, Sarah!”

She stuck her tongue out to catch some of it in her mouth. That only made him come in thicker and longer ropes.

“Fuck!” he screamed as he jizzed all over Sarah’s sweet face.

She continued to take his load until he was exhausted, and the final spurt was on her cheek.

“More, daddy. Fuck me.”

“I can’t.”

Instead of answering him, she took his cock and placed it right at her entrance.

“No. Sarah, don’t,” he said halfheartedly.

She didn’t listen and was about to impale herself on her cock when they heard a car in the driveway.

They looked at each other and hastily picked up their clothes before darting upstairs.

**

Sarah just might lose her virginity in the next chapter 😉 Would love to hear your thoughts on if it should be to her father, Clarke or someone entirely different. Thanks for reading!

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Prologue

John Prescott stood looking at the program for the conference. As a high school teacher for 15 years, he had attended his fair share of professional learning over the years but this was his first chance to attend a major academic conference out of town. It had taken plenty of convincing of his principal that giving John the 2 days off was a good move for their school, and it had been a minor miracle when he received funding approval from the school board’s professional development supervisor for both flights AND a hotel room. People would be surprised at how often teachers have to scrape these things together on their own, and even more surprised at how much they end up spending out of pocket for their students.

That was one of the reasons why John had not seriously considered attending any major conferences for years. At least until now. It had begun when he had been writing his thesis for his Master’s degree and following a strong push from his thesis advisor, gotten it published in a professional journal. A month later he received an email asking if he would be interested in presenting his research at a conference in Ottawa. The Canadian National Educational Improvement Council, or some such mouthful of an organization, thought he could offer insight for other educators.

John’s wife travelled frequently with her job, often leaving John on his own for long stretches. When home, she worked considerable amounts of overtime. What time they spent together was often enjoyable but lacked in the sexual energy that they had when they were younger. It was a good, comfortable life, but ultimately it left John frustrated. While he had never seriously considering acting on his frustrations, preferring to handle things himself, as it were, he did tend to reminisce about days gone by, and one girl whom he would always consider to be his great, first true love. Charlotte.

So, when the stars aligned to give him a chance to travel for the conference John jumped at the opportunity if only for a change to the every day. Thinking it would be interesting on a professional level, and enjoyable on a personal level. What John didn’t realize was just how life changing this conference was going to be.

Thursday

The flight up had been fine, running a few minutes behind schedule, which was pretty much par for the course these days. Unlike another teacher from his district who had come up the day before to visit some friends, John had waited until the morning of the conference to travel up. He was scheduled to present on Friday, so the school board had agreed he could travel up the day before. His pre-dawn flight got him into the city by 7:30am, and since he didn’t have any checked luggage to wait for, he was able to catch a taxi quick enough. By the time the cabbie dropped him off at the hotel, it was still only 8:45am.

“Good morning sir,” quipped a friendly voice which drew John’s attention to the hotel employee working the concierge desk. “Welcome to the Minto Hotel. Are you here for the teacher’s conference?”

Altering his direction toward the desk, John replied, “As a matter of fact I am. I have reservations here for the next two nights.”

“Well most rooms are booked for the conference, so it was a good bet you were one of the attendees. Unfortunately, rooms won’t be ready until noon, and early check-in starts at 1pm, but if you’d like to leave your bag with me, I can make sure it makes it up to your room for you.”

John smiled, “That would be perfect, I had just been planning on stowing it at the back of the conference room and rolling it around with me.” The benefits of traveling light, with his briefcase and a small carry-on bag.

“No need of that, I’ll just take your name and confirm your reservation number and you’ll be all set.”

Pulling out a folded piece of paper from his soft-sided messenger style briefcase

he hands over his hotel reservation details to the concierge, “Here you are.” John waits patiently as the concierge punches the information on the paper into his computer.

“Thank you, everything looks to be in order. Your room is up on the 15th floor. The conference has most of the meeting rooms on the second floor, and I believe the opening is in the Green room. There should be refreshments, including coffee, set out just outside of the rooms. Welcome to Ottawa Mr. Prescott.”

“Thanks for the help,” John says, slipping the man a folded bill as a tip, “it’s greatly appreciated.”

Slinging his briefcase over his shoulder, John finds his way to the wide-open stairs ascending quickly to the second floor. Stepping onto the expansive second floor atrium he immediately is engulfed by what must be over three hundred other teachers and administrators from across the country, all here for the same conference. The atrium itself had an impressive glass ceiling, and the tower of the hotel can be seen through it off to one side. A glass railing circles around the centre, broken only by where the stairs lead from the floor below.

Looking around, Burdur Escort John quickly can easily see various meeting rooms leading off from the atrium and easily spots the sign indicating the Green room directly across from the stairs. Posted beside it on the wall is a breakdown of the next few days. Which rooms were being used for which sessions, when and where the scheduled breaks were, and details on a few social events that the organizers had put together for the conference goers. From what he had seen so far, this conference might actually be worthwhile. God knows many of the professional learning opportunities, especially the local ones, he’d been subjected to over the years had been less useful than the paper they had been advertised on.

Making his way over to one of the refreshments stands that had been set up, John pours himself a coffee he moves off to one side to add his customary two cream and two sugars.

“John?!” a voice suddenly exclaims, “That can’t be you, can it?”

That voice. The voice that, if he was forced to be honest with himself, John had simultaneously been praying for and dreading for the past 20 years.

Turning around slowly, trying to regain his composure and swallow down the shock slowly rising in the back of his throat, John comes face to face with her. Charlotte Lovelock.

“Charlotte? Oh my god, it IS you,” John sputters, “what are you doing here?” The realization of just how foolish this question is doesn’t cross his mind until well after the words have left his mouth, after all everyone was here for the conference, dumbass, he thought to himself.

“I’m here for the conference, which I’m guessing you are too.” She giggles that infectious giggle that had first caught his attention all of those years ago. Back when they were both teenagers at camp. “Have you had a chance to look over the program? It looks surprisingly well put together.”

“Yes, I am, er, it does” John stammers, his brain desperately trying to catch up with the situation. “I didn’t realize that you’d become a teacher. I always expected to see you on stage, do you still sing?” he makes an attempt to gain control of the conversation, and his mind.

Charlotte giggles again, her nose doing that sexy wrinkle that it does, “Oh I still love to sing, and I actually run the choir programs at my school, but let’s face it I was never going to make it big. I don’t crave the limelight enough to sacrifice everything the way I would have needed to.”

“And what about you? I thought you were planning to become some sort of hot shot lawyer?” she adds.

John shrugs, secretly thankful for the chance for his mind to get back on track, “Well I was able to audit a few courses at the law school I my final year of my undergrad. I thought they were interesting as hell, but I realized I’d be stuck forever reading legal briefs and opinions as opposed to actually doing some good.” Looking around at the myriad other teachers beginning to file past them into the main room he adds, “So like everyone else here, teaching seemed like a great way to make a positive impact on the world in my own small way.”

Charlotte smiles, nodding, “It is a very rewarding profession in that way, isn’t it? It looks like we are about to get started.” She turns and heads for the entryway into the large theatre style room. She pauses for a moment and then glances back at John, “Sit with me?”

“I’d love to.”

After listening to the chair of the organizing committee welcome everyone, the first key note speaker took the mic, and after an interesting TED Talk on current trends in education, everyone went for a quick break before heading off to their first breakout sessions in the other, smaller rooms. Charlotte and John were registered for two different sessions, and, after promising to meet up at lunch and exchanging phone numbers, went their separate ways.

Sitting in his next session, John was preoccupied with thoughts of Charlotte.

She hadn’t changed a bit. Oh sure, there were a few wrinkles around her eyes, and her freckles were a touch darker than John remembered, but to him she was just as perfect as she had been the last time they had been together all those years before.

John and Charlotte had met while at a camp in the beautiful Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia. For three weeks they had flirted and talked, the way that closely supervised 13 and 14 year olds did back then. Despite being in different sections, they had managed to spend as much of their free time with each other as humanly possible, even sneaking away miraculously for an awkward teenage make out session. By the end of those three weeks, John knew he was in love.

Over the next few years John and Charlotte had stayed in touch, writing long letters to each other every few weeks. Meeting up was out of the question as they lived over a thousand kilometers apart. She in Newfoundland and he in New Brunswick. Attempts to meet up at camp the next few years always fell through, and as so often happens, they drifted Burdur Escort Bayan apart.

Then he got an email from her. In it, she detailed how she had moved to New Brunswick to attend university and was living just down the road, no more than 45 minutes away. They began emailing and chatting on the phone at nights. Before either of then realized it, they were dating. That summer John took a job at the same camp where he had met and invited Charlotte to visit him one weekend. And what a weekend it had been…

He is pulled back to the present by the scraping of chairs as his session, which he has completely missed thanks to his trip down memory lane, wraps up. He checks his phone, and aside from the usual notifications from the regular social media apps, he has one text waiting for him. From Charlotte.

CL: Hey, where 2 for lunch?

JP: I know a place

CL: Kk meet in lobby??

John quickly replies with a thumbs up, followed by c u soon

Heading down the stairs, John spots Charlotte waiting for him exactly where she said she would be. As she turns and spots him, her face lights up, “Hey you. Wasn’t sure if you got my messages or not. How was your session?”

“Oh, it was alright, I guess. Kind of hard to follow at times,” John replies, especially when you are reliving the past 20 years in your head, he thinks to himself. “I had my phone on silent mode, sorry about that.”

“No problem,” she replies. “So. Where to for lunch? I’m afraid I don’t know Ottawa at all.”

“Well, you are in luck. I’ve been here a few times, and if my memory serves there is a great sandwich shop just around the corner,” he motions her forward and around the right side of the building.

“Sounds great,” she replies as she takes his arm, “lead on.”

The warmth of her body in contact with his after so many years is difficult to comprehend. John stumbles forward, praying the shop is still there and that he won’t make a complete fool of himself. As they come around the corner, they spy the shop. A tiny whole in the wall spot that almost looks like the entrance to a back alley between buildings. Charlotte eyes John suspiciously, “Here?” she asks.

“Trust me,” comes the confident reply. “This is the best sandwich shop in the city. You’d be surprised who might be in here.”

Her reply is a raised eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Yes, keep in mind we are only a block down from the Parliament buildings, and politicians and reporters have to eat too.”

They enter the shop, which has a surprising amount of room in it compared to the tiny store frontage presented to the outside world. Even more surprising is the clientele. An assortment of recognizable faces and personalities of various political and media affiliations. After waiting in the line to order, they receive their sandwiches and after determining there are no available seats, head outside.

As they are leaving Charlotte’s eyes bug out slightly and she turns to John as the step out onto the street, “Did you see who was in the booth in there?? I’d have thought he couldn’t stand her based on how they argue in the media!”

John shrugs and smiles, “Like I said, this is a strange place at times. I suppose they have their own public personalities, but deep down can relate to why they got into politics.”

Considering his words, Charlotte nods, “That’s fair enough…but they are at extreme opposites of the political spectrum…a staunch conservative sharing lunch with an orange blooded NDP… I never would have imagined it.”

John chuckles, “I’d imagine that place has seen more than its fair share of political intrigue. To be a fly on that wall…” his voice trails off.

As they walk along the pedestrian only Sparks Street, they chat and eat, catching up and filling each other in on the past 20 years. They are both surprised to learn how closely their lives had paralleled one another’s. She had a daughter back home that she was raising on her own after divorcing her husband, while he had a son and a wife in name only. Both felt that they were missing something in their lives.

As they walked back to the hotel for the afternoon session the flirting was starting to become more obvious. She wrapped her arm around his as they walked and rested her head on his shoulder. John sighs, for the first time in many years feeling truly content.

“What do you have in store for the rest of the day?” she asks.

“I’m actually headed off site to the National War Museum,” checking his watch he adds, “and should be meeting the group in the lobby here in about ten minutes to head over together.” Looking over at her, her perfect face framed with her brilliant red hair, large green eyes looking at him the same way she used to… he breaks the trance and asks, “What are you up to?”

“I’m off to the National Gallery for a session on how to incorporate Canadian artists and their art in elementary education.”

“That sounds interesting…” John says, “although I’m much more of a high school guy myself. Escort Burdur So aside from the elementary part, I’m sure that could be very informative.”

Charlotte giggles, “Oh Mr. Prescott, I’m sure all of the high school girls must be crazy for you…”

John laughs, “Hardly…” before suddenly thinking that his classes did tend to be female heavy…and the school population was more male than female.

Seeing his sudden realization Charlotte laughs, “Oh John, you’ve always been oblivious to things like that, I’m glad to see some things haven’t changed.” She gives him a soft kiss on the cheek and then adds, “Looks like your group is getting ready to leave. Have a great afternoon.” She winks and turns to head off before adding, “Text me!”

John nods and waves, confused by the feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was almost like the past 20 years hadn’t happened, his heart felt like it was going to burst for Charlotte, and he could die happy. His brain on the other hand kept pulling him back to reality, the reality where he was a, if not happily married, then at least still a married man.

The afternoon went by quickly. Charlotte had a session off-site, at the National Gallery and John went to the National War Museum for a seminar on bringing history education to life in high schools. Throughout the afternoon they text back and forth, sharing little quips and engaging in some harmless flirting.

At one point John sent Charlotte a picture of himself standing next to a large WW2 era piece of artillery.

JP: Think they’ll let me take this home with me? Lol

CL: Nice looking canon Mr. Prescot… and look at the artillery! 😉

JP: such a tease

CL: …and you love it

A few minutes later Charlotte sends him a picture of herself with a marble statue of one of the Founding Fathers.

JP: Beautiful piece of art…and you’re with a statue!

CL: Groan…such a dad joke…

JP: Sorry not sorry

CL: don’t be, it still made me blush and made a little wet 😉

Reading her last comment, John almost drops his phone in shock, before he decides to ask about meeting for dinner that night.

CL: Sorry, already have plans ☹ meeting up with a former prof of mine

JP: No worries, you going to the social get together tonight?

CL: Absolutely, see you there???

JP: Sounds like a plan!

He his rewarded with a thumbs up reply, and then a few minutes later the followed by another message.

CL: It’s a date 😊

The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. John grabs dinner with a few of the other history teachers form his afternoon session, the whole time thinking about how Charlotte had called that night a date. He had been pretty clear that he was married… but she had always been able to read him like a book. So it is entirely probable that she’d picked up on his current frustration on the home front. After dinner, John returns to his room. He gets a quick shower, changes into some casual clothes before calling home to say goodnight to his son and wife who was her usual pleasant if distant self. They talk for a few minutes about how their days had been but it is very clear that she isn’t paying attention to what he’s saying, offering monosyllabic responses, “uh-huh, yup, that’s nice…”. After a few minutes she excuses herself, saying that she needs to get back to a report she was writing for the next day.

Hanging up his phone, John is struck by just how lonely his life is. How any sense of intimacy with his wife is now a feeling like room-mates who happen to have a child together. As if on cue his phone buzzes in his hand, a text from Charlotte.

CL: Just about ready, meet you in the lobby!

The message is followed by a picture of Charlotte standing in front of her mirror, mostly steamed up, smiling at the camera with her come-hither eyes and… no shirt. Unfortunately, but no doubt very purposefully, only her face and neck down to her collar bone is clearly visible, the rest almost completely obscured by the condensation on the mirror.

JP: Looking great! Maybe wipe away some of the condensation and take another one?? 😉

A moment later and another pic pops up…this time it is a wiped down mirror but taken at an angle that doesn’t show Charlotte at all.

CL: Better? 😊

JP: Such a tease… c u soon

John grabs his room key and heads out the door, catching the elevator as a few other conference goers are loading in for the trip down to the lobby for that night’s social activity, a pub crawl of all things.

God, when was the last time he’d been on a pub crawl? It had to have been 15 years, at least. He sighs, well if there is one thing teachers can do aside from ramble on about nothing, it’s drink. On the plus side, the list of bars for the crawl that night is surprisingly well thought out. Starting down in the market area and working their way back towards the hotel. Probably the smartest route possible, and they had set aside time for ‘drunken history lessons’ en route. This might be a fun night after all.

As he walks out into the foyer, John catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he’s opted for something classy but casual in a pair of lightly frayed jeans mixed with a collared plaid shirt worn under a forest green sweater. Looking in the mirror he frowns.

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The footpath to his place in the woods was well-worn and dark with rain. Moss hung in sheets from the tree branches and squished beneath my boots as I walked. The row of brick shelters stood near the path, the ground cover growing right up their sides. Each one was distinguishable; decorated with flags, banners, and birdhouses. I went up to the one that I presumed was his, considering the various antique trinkets hanging out front. I approached to the rough-cut wooden door and knocked.

He answered with a smile, a bowl of popcorn in his hand. “Hey!”

“Hi!” I said. “I like your place!”

“Oh, I know,” he said, stepping out, barefooted, onto the rock serving as a front step. He turned and gestured to the building. “I actually really like it.”

“They’ve got you living in boxes out in the woods, and it is way better than it sounds,” I confirmed.

He laughed. “Absolutely. Come on, I’ll show you the inside.” I followed him, being careful not to slip on his front porch rock, and closed the door behind me.

College dorm room meets 1970’s teenage girl’s bedroom. Rust-colored shag carpet, bare brick walls, and dozens of posters taped up, overlapping each other. The only piece of furniture, a charcoal gray recliner, was pushed against one end wall, with pillows and cushions scattered on the floor around it. The small TV on the back wall, facing the recliner, was playing some old animated show. I slipped my shoes off as he walked in front of me, munching popcorn. “I was just watching some old cartoons.”

“Oh yeah, I love this one,” I replied as he smiled and took a seat. I settled down on the floor, on a seat of pillows, and leaned against the recliner. It was cozy, the entire place warm and lit only by the television and a couple of lamps. After a few minutes of sharing popcorn and giggling at the low-quality cartoon, I crawled up onto the huge recliner. I would’ve liked to hear why the room was decorated this way. Above my head, a tiny chandelier dangled and swished with the breeze from the space heater.

There was space between the arm of the chair and his thigh, so I gladly settled myself there. He didn’t seem at all bothered, so I stretched my arm behind his head, resting in on the cushion.

“You mind if my arm’s there?” I asked innocently. He shook his head. We watched in silence for a while, me constantly stealing glances at him before I made up my mind. What’s the worst that could happen? I placed my hand tentatively on his knee.

His eyebrows flicked up ever so slightly, surprised but not disturbed. I figured it was a good idea to play the innocent card again, so I asked, “You mind if my hand’s here?”

He offered a small chuckle. “No, not at all.”

My hand crept slowly up his leg. Curious and amused, his eyes Bolu Escort watched until it came to rest at his hip.

“How about here?”

Again, a smile and the expected response. “I don’t mind.” His voice was quieter, like he was afraid he’d break something. Slowly, I moved my hand across the upholstery and to his neck, resting it there. My other hand moved back towards his knee, my nails grazing his blue jeans. I pushed off his leg, slowly, watching his face. His legs spread easily as I leaned over, tilting his head with my right hand. Innocent, I told myself. So I kissed his cheek. He let out the smallest breath, just for a second, before I pulled away. His eyes were still open, but I could feel his leg relaxing under my hand. I pushed it back, spreading them farther and leaning for his cheek once again. The next one landed on the corner of his mouth, and finally, I went for his lips. Open and expectant, just like I’d knew they’d be, and whatever gentle, careful mood that I had manifested was quickly gone. His hands moved quickly, one coming to rest on my waist and one running through my hair. I held his head in my right hand, my left migrated to the hem of his shirt, and I moved down to his neck, swirling my tongue in a lazy circle just below his jawbone. I could feel his breath against my ear as he moved for another kiss. I began to straddle him, but he pushed my waist back, holding me down. He smiled. I settled into his relaxed frame, my right hand still gripping his neck and my left working its way under his shirt. I got a grip on the hem and pulled it over his head. Grinning, he obediently lifted his arms for me to take it off. His shirt on the floor, I began to slowly untuck my own, but I didn’t take it off. Not yet.

He looked me in the eye and spoke for the first time in minutes. “You want to do this?” He spoke quickly, somewhat frantically.

In response, I grabbed one of his hands in each of mind and put them on the hem of my shirt. As soon as it was off, he put a finger under my chin for another kiss, using a hand to pull my leg around until I straddled him, finally. His tongue prodded mine and trailed across my jawbone to my neck as I let out a slow, shaky breath. He slowly dragged his lips back up to mine. His hands went to his zipper and I pulled off my bra as he shoved his pants down and off his hips. I wrapped a hand eagerly around him and began slowly, listening to his breathing. He leaned forward, raking his nails slowly down my back. His hot breath on my shoulder felt delicious.

I grabbed his face with my other hand and pulled it to mine, pushing him back against the chair as I slowed the motions of my other hand. I dragged my tongue down the front of his neck and slowly, ever so slowly sank to the floor until Bolu Escort Bayan I sat on my heels in front of him, my pants unbuttoned and my neck red from his teeth. Watching his face, I took one of his hands and placed it on the back of my head. I held it there with my left hand and trailed my right up and down his leg. Never breaking eye contact, I sucked him gently, teasing, watching him take shallower breaths as the seconds dragged on. I licked my lips gladly and ran my mouth down the side of him, getting a tiny, suppressed moan in response. I spoke into his skin, my lips grazing.

“Let me hear you moan, sexy,” I whispered. “I know you’re not usually this quiet.”

He clenched a fistful of my hair and tilted my head up. “And I don’t usually have a girl this hot making me beg for it, now, do I?”

“I suppose not,” I responded. His right hand had wandered, but I grabbed it and held the wrist of it against the chair. The fingers of his other hand, tangled hopelessly into my mess of hair, pushed my head into him. I dragged my mouth down the side of him again, faster this time, before letting him in deeper. He moaned, swore, and shoved my head farther down I tightened my lips and opened my throat. His chest heaved and he suddenly yanked my head away. I looked up innocently, knowing full well what was wrong.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me,” he said desperately.

“Very much so, yes.”

“Then you may want to get up here before I pull you up myself.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, and I loved it. So I stood and took a seat on the edge of the chair, between his knees, my back to him. Our hands impatiently worked my pants off. He grabbed my hips and yanked me back, his hard on resting between my legs. I slid him into me with one hand and gripped his leg with the other. He groaned, his hands relaxing and letting me rest in his lap. I moved my hips in a slow circle, and he kissed my shoulder distractedly between groans. His hands slid weakly down my legs as he relaxed, leaning against me. I arched my back, loving how warm he was. His hands gripped my waist almost painfully, moving me up and down again as I braced my hands on his knees. I moaned sporadically, trying to hold my composure, but he wouldn’t stop lifting up my waist and slamming me down again.

Pushing my head to the side, he sucked and bit my shoulder. I flung my hair to the side until it hung down and tickled my legs. He put one hand under my thigh and ran the other up the center of my back, coming to rest around a fistful of hair. I gripped the edge of the chair and tilted my head back with a whimper. He wrapped his hands around my torso and pulled me back as I grabbed his arms, sinking onto him deeper and deeper. His hands went roughly back to my waist Escort Bolu and I helped him lift me from his lap and drop down again.

“You’re going to make me come,” I told him between labored breaths. “…so hard.”

I heard the smile in his voice as he choked out, “You feel amazing.”

He rammed my hips up and down, my waist red from his tightly gripping fingers. I tensed, feeling him slow. He leaned up and I turned to meet his open mouth, moaning into it. He pulled away abruptly, a groan climbing out of his throat. He tensed, eyes closed, before I felt his hands relax and fall to my legs. I reached down again, my hand hot and desperate on my sweating skin. My whole body clenched around him and my mouth opened, my dry lips whispering out his name.

I relaxed against his chest. His hands traced lazily up and down, from my neck to my thighs and back again.

“Jesus,” I managed after a few minutes. Shifting his arms, I swung my legs over his lap so I could lay across him and play with his hair. I rested my shoulders against the arm of the chair, one hand still gripping his forearm.

“That was pretty awesome,” he told me matter-of-factly.

“Thanks,” I said. He leaned over and gave me a little kiss, just a peck. But I pulled him in and kissed him for what felt like ten minutes, until he lay on top of me, his hands braced against the chair. He pulled away and began sucking my neck, slowly and deliberately, until I was sure it was turning purple under his mouth. I laid there, gripping his hair in my fist, and whimpered. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, grinding against his thigh. He moved his mouth to my collarbone and kept sucking, pinching my nipples at the same time. I pulled his leg up between mine and relished the friction between his bare thigh and my clit.

“We can do it again, you know,” he mumbled, looking up at me.

I chuckled. “I figured you hadn’t recovered yet.”

He smiled and shrugged. “I’ll last longer this time.” He looked around the small room. I could see a doorway in the corner, but judging from the outside, I was guessing it led to the bedroom and bathroom. The bunkhouses were just big enough for one person, no bigger. “Sorry it’s so cramped,” he said.

I leaned forward and held his face in my hand. “I don’t mind. We could try the bedroom.”

“It’s a twin bed. I mean, there’s always the floor,” he said as he nodded towards the shag carpet. How could shag carpet look so inviting? He pointed to the corner, where a tall cabinet held stacks of blankets and linens. “We can put a blanket down, make it nice.”

I couldn’t help breaking into a smile. “I’m fine with either.”

He looked up and glanced to the clock on the wall.

“Almost time for lunch,” he said, and sat up. “I’m going to get clothes and some food. You want some?” He asked sincerely, gesturing to the small refrigerator in the corner. I nodded and picked up my clothes from the floor. Staring the whole time, he handed me my bra and blouse and pulled his own jeans back on.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, places and occupations to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Friend Asked to Watch Ch. 05

Her taboo fantasy was surreal.

I woke up the next morning again needing to get up for work. Penny still asleep in my arms and Madison not in the room. I walked outside to grab some water and to call room service for breakfast. I opened the door and saw Madison asleep on the couch wearing one of my white button up shirts and still the black fishnet stockings from last night. She was on the chaise in front of the tv. I was quite tempted to wake her up with sex. To be honest extremely tempted.

I decided against it, as tempted to fuck her again I also knew with Penny asleep I’d be playing with fire. I didn’t plan on having my cock, mouth and body spend so much time with/on/in Maddy. I picked up the phone and quietly ordered room service to be delivered 90 minutes from now. I figured all of us would be up. I was working a shorter day and the ladies were supposed to drive back home while I had an evening flight to catch.

I stepped into the bathroom and as I was about to close the door when “fire” came in behind me. Madison looked so hot with my white button up on. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. Then pull my underwear to the floor. Her mouth immediately surrounded my shaft with its warmth. She was getting my cock hard and wet.

I began to fully undress. I know this was playing with fire but there was something about how audacious she was. I also knew what she wanted but wasn’t sure if and how devious she would be this time. Bodrum Escort Yesterday morning was quite an eye opener already. And to my wonder it didn’t take long to find out.

Madison looked up at me and said, “Your slut needs to be fuck right here, right now.” She used a tone that was not only demanding but so lustful. I was turned on even more. I had to have her. I pulled her to her feet ripped off my shirt she was wearing.

My hands gripped and squeezed her very firm breasts. My eyes lit with desire as I stared into hers. I reached up and clasped her face. Pulling her into a passionate embrace. The way she kissed me back was even more feverish then yesterday. The shower wasn’t even on but our bodies and desire had the room steaming.

I was torn on what to do next. I wanted to go on with our lips connected like this for the rest of the day. The heat between us was like all the events of the past few days placed into one kiss, one moment, one climax. I knew our bodies wanted much more then kissing though. Do I turn her around, press her up against the wall and enter her? Do I pick up her and have her bounce on my cock? What actually happened next I still can’t figure what got into me.

I think my primal lust got the best of me. I bent her over the bathroom and started to brutally spank her. I asked her to tell me her most taboo fantasy. While she would tell me I would fuck her during her sinful confession. What she replied with sent chills of excitement and concern through my body the whole time.

Her fantasy began with, “I would be the hot stripper at a bachelor party for a soon to be groom. I would dance around in such a slutty and proactive Bodrum Escort Bayan way that would make everyone including even the minister forsake his vows. After I finish my dance, I then pretend to leave but I would be hiding outside. Waiting for all the guests to leave. Waiting for the right moment to come back and seduce the would-be groom.”

There was something so naughty about the way she said it. I had stopped spanking and entered her with a strong thrust. While I started fucking this naughty slut, she continued her story. “Once I find my opening I would push him down and tie him up.” she said. Whoa, where is this going I thought. All while still fucking her over the counter.

She went on, “I would tie his arms against the bed poles, tear off his clothes and tease his throbbing tool. I would rub my wet swollen lady parts over his tool. I would make him so hard to the point of bursting. Then at the stage where he would climax. I would make him say he’d leave his bride for me.”

Damn, just damn. This woman was so depraved so wicked so sinister but yet so hot. I was enjoying her story and pounding her pussy. I had a conflicting quandary. The harder I fucked her the more she would moan and scream in pleasure but struggled to tell her story. The slower my thrusts got the more she could say but I wasn’t as satisfied.

Greedily, I tried to find a balance of both physical and mental stimulation. So I tried to tempo my thrust with her story. The hotter it got, the harder I thrust and the more we both enjoyed it. Madison was also feeling her body tingle and quiver in pleasure. She was also captured in the moment much like the whole weekend.

I’m Escort Bodrum sure she wanted to close the weekend with a helluva bang. Her next words were, “He would say yes and swear his desire for mine. I would then mount him. Mount him I did. Mounted him like he was a mechanical bull and I was a wild cowgirl. Once he was ready to cum, I would make him reaffirm he was leaving his bride for me. Once he said yes, he would be allowed to climax inside me. He would thank me for the climax and I would lay on his chest. With his arms around me I would tell him one thing.”

Madison held off on saying what that one thing was. At the time I didn’t know if she was being fucked so senseless by me as her story amped me so much. Or if she was saving it for the right time to tell me. Her words went silent but her screams continued to grow in volume. She was no longer making coherent words just sounds with her mouth. My hips and ability to thrust had always been a strength of mine.

I knew her explosion was close and I wanted it to be extra hot. Just as it was approaching I said, “Your such a naughty fucking SLUT”. And there it was, her body tensing and shaking more. Her juices splattering all over both of us. My cock still pumping her hard. Madison’s breathing so rapid and her mind basking in the ecstasy. My eruption was also near.

I was about to blow when I said, “Do you want me to cum inside you or on your breasts so I can clean them off with my tongue again.”

She replies, “The thing I would tell the groom was your mine now, Taylor!”

Oh my fucking G…..I came inside her like a hose just went off. I was screaming in ecstasy and unloading wave after wave of cum into her. Did this woman just tell me her taboo fantasy was to seduce and steal a man that’s about to be married. Then say she wanted it to be me. Or was she just good a dirty talk and said it to add extra heat to an already flaming hot sexcapade. Whatever the case my orgasm had me shook.

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This is the sixth part of a multi genre series, with each part designed to work as a standalone piece. The story centres on Mark, his wife Jean, their family, and friends.

In Part 1, Mark had an unexpected and slightly awkward sexual encounter with his sister Elaine.

Part 2 was a crossdressing story, with Mark becoming Maria xx, and by coincidence he ends up seducing Elaine’s husband Richard.

We caught up with Jean in Part 3, a lesbian sex story, when she visited her friend Rebecca and together, they explored their bisexuality.

The threads started to come together in Part 4, which straddled crossdressing, lesbianism and loving wives as Jean and Rebecca go to a gay club that Maria xx also happens to visit on the same night. At the end of Part 4 we learn that Jean has won a holiday in Spain for up to ten people.

Part 5 dealt with the start of the holiday. Mark and Elaine had sex in the rain. Jean witnessed it then had a lesbian encounter with their mother Mary. Mark and Jean then had anal sex with a sleeping Mary still in their bed.

We return to the family the next day.

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Not quite as humid but a higher temperature, the second day at the Villa was another scorcher. With the midday sun beating down, sunbathing was the simple activity for the holidaymakers.

Mary was the first to rise that morning and the first to find a place by the pool. By no means was she working on her tan, wearing a light short sleeve blouse and black skirt; she was sat upright on her sunbed, under a parasol, engrossed by a crime novel. Still however she still cut an alluring figure, with her legs on show and the shape of her braless breasts discernible beneath the thin blouse material.

Elaine on the other hand was in a simple red swimsuit. She lay face down with the top of the swimsuit pulled away to avoid tan lines. This position beautifully displayed the arc of her bare back and the curve of her pert buttocks.

Like Elaine, Jean was also trying to get a tan. She wore a tiny green bikini that was struggling to hold her figure at bay. On her back, with one knee raised, those curves were on show for all, and she caught several glances from behind her circular rimmed glasses.

Next to her Mark was stretched out in a pair of running shorts and simple white t shirt. Listening to a Spotify playlist on a pair of headphones, he seemed to be in another world.

Finally Richard lay on his back, topless in a pair of cargo shorts. Sipping from a warm can of beer, he was pretty obviously sneaking looks at his housemates in their swimming costumes.

The calmness of this poolside scene lasted until it was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up to the gate. The buzzer went off – everybody hesitated, lazily hoping somebody else would get up to answer it. In the end Mary got up and walked to the kitchen where the switch to open the gate was located, shooting a look of annoyance at each of the sunbathers as she passed them.

The gate slowly opened to reveal a young blonde woman standing in front of a taxi, talking to the driver in pidgin Spanish. Kyra had arrived.

She had long, wavy blonde hair capped with an oversize sunhat; a pretty symmetrical face with dark eyebrows and flawless skin shielded by large dark sunglasses. Kyra wore a light white frilly top held up by a tiny, near invisible neck strap baring her shoulders and beautiful flat midriff; rising to just below her navel was a pair of outrageously skimpy blue denim shorts revealing the flesh of simply delicious lightly tanned bum cheeks, drawing eyes down her perfect tanned legs to her feet in a pair of strappy leather wedge heels.

At 21, Kyra had a similar physique to her older sister Elaine, but with the softer edges of youth. In this outfit she looked like a stereotypical hot Instagram girl in the sun, which was suitable given that Mark had recently stumbled on her Instagram account. He became one of her forty thousand followers, or more to the point Maria xx did, Mark didn’t have an account in his own name.

“Marky! Marky!” Kyra called out to her older brother, “Have you any cash? I don’t have anything to give the driver.”

Mark was looking straight at his little sister, but he could not hear her, he was still wearing headphones.

“He’ll take a card Kyra.” Elaine interrupted, loudly, with a hint of passive aggression in her voice. She loved her sister but had little time for her ‘helpless little me’ act that she used to manipulate others, particularly men.

“Hello to you too sister,” Kyra bit back, but before she could rummage through her bag Mary came bursting out of the house.

“Oh sweetie, so good to see you!” Mary embraced her youngest with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Para usted señor, gracias.” Mary handed cash to the driver with a generous tip as he lifted Kyra’s bags onto the driveway. “One of you bring those in, Kyra you need to rest yourself after all that travel.”

Elaine tutted to herself Bolu Escort as she turned away. However her husband sprung off his lounger to help her. Elaine had never known him to move so quickly. “I’ll get those for you Kyra,” Richard said as he quickly grabbed the luggage.

“Thank oo Ritchie,” Kyra spoke in a mock child’s voice with her lips pursed. She placed one hand on Richard’s bare chest and looked up at him over her sunglasses, “Do you mind putting them in my room?”

Elaine was disgusted. Kyra had only been here two minutes and she already had her mother and her husband waiting on her hand and foot. Elaine turned towards Mark and Jean mouthing “For fuck’s sake!”

They could only laugh. Not noticing the mockery, Richard slavishly followed Kyra’s swaying rear into the house like a moth to light.

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After a while Jean prepared a meal for everyone. She joined Elaine and Kyra at the patio table as she laid out food for the family.

With Sangria flowing Kyra posed a question to Jean and Elaine. “Why don’t we go out tonight?” Kyra sounded excited.

“I think I’d be on for that.” Jean was first to respond. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well I know where there are some cool beachside bars, and there might be a beach party” Kyra was much more familiar with the party scene than the others.

Elaine was hesitant. She hadn’t been clubbing in years. “Why not?” she eventually blurted, “Don’t expect me to go dancing, but I’m on for it.”

As Elaine spoke, Richard came out to join them, followed by Mark.

“Where are we going?” Richard enquired.

“You’re not going anywhere; you have children to mind.” Elaine cut him short.

“But your Mom will babysit them,” Richard pleaded as Mary finally joined them, slightly flustered.

“It was a bit of a battle, but the kids are fed,” Mary said, clearly tired.

“Mom, us girls are going hitting the bars tonight if you want to join us?” Elaine saw Richard’s face redden as she spoke.

“It’s okay hunny, I’ll stay here with the kids, that’s not really my scene,” Mary declined.

Elaine saw a satisfied smirk appear on Richard’s face. “Okay but you deserve a break from babysitting,” Elaine would not be deterred. “Mark how about you bring Mum out for dinner, somewhere nice?”

“Ooh now that sounds more like it,” Mary loved her grandchildren, but this was her holiday too and did not want to be stuck babysitting every night.

Mark had not said a word, but now he felt an awkwardness. The previous night he had seen his mother mostly naked, he had sex with Jean while she slept in the same bed, she had sex with his wife for heaven’s sake. But nobody except himself and Jean knew all of that, so he decided to pretend it never happened (Mark was getting good at this). “Yeah okay. How about I drive us into Malaga, there is a restaurant there that I spotted on tripadvisor when I was researching the holiday Palacio something, it is connected to a hotel I think but regarded as one of the best restaurants in the old town,” he said, with some assurance.

“Hang on a second,” Richard was not happy, “I thought this was supposed to be a girls night, why does Mark get to go out?” He turned to Mary, “I’ll take you out, let Mark mind the children, we can go to that Australian steak place along the strip, what do you reckon?”

Deadpan, Mark stated dryly, “They’re not my children Richard.” The ladies laughed; Richard did not say another word. Mark noticed that Kyra and Elaine kept grinning at him even after the laughter stopped. ‘What’s up with them?’ he wondered.

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“Come on Jean, we have so many places to try!” Kyra screeched out the back door of the taxi.

Jean, still at the porch of the house shouted back “Just a minute!.” She turned back to Mark who was standing inside the doorway, “I just thought it would be nice if you brought your Mum out instead of leaving her here babysitting. She deserves to feel special sometimes.”

“It’s just, you know, a bit awkward after last night,” Mark was anxious.

“What your Mum and I did last night is not for you to worry about. She was asleep before you got in and you were gone before she awoke this morning. No reason for you to feel awkward,” reassured Jean, but Mark was sceptical.

Jean continued, “She may be your Mum but she’s still a woman. Take her out, make sure she enjoys herself. Show her a good time.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, “I think you did that last night,” he joked.

“Oh shush!” Jean playfully slapped her husband. “Just do whatever makes her happy. Now I’m going.”

“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Mark smiled.

“And that rules out what exactly?” Jean joked back. She pursed her lips and leaned into Mark. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Mark replied. They kissed and Jean made her way to the car.

“You’re lucky to have her Mark,” a voice came from inside the house. Mark closed the door, turned, and looked up Bolu Escort Bayan to see his mother descend the staircase.

Mary wore a stunning if slightly unusual two-piece outfit comprising a long dress and separate bodice swimsuit shaped garment underneath. The dress was made from a golden sand coloured patterned mesh. It had full length sleeves, and while the dress ran down to her ankles it had a generous slit from the mid-thigh. The dress opened just above navel level in a V up to the shoulders revealing the brilliant white, lace up from the front, bodice. The bodice also split at the navel and was held together by criss-crossing laces over a widening gap to just above the bust. The outfit was rounded off by a pair of matching sand coloured strappy high heel sandals.

Mary’s mature curves filled the outfit superbly and it left extraordinarily little to the imagination. Her full breasts looked larger than normal as they were barely contained by the straining bodice, the gap putting her bosom nearly fully on show, the areolas just about covered by material. Mary’s legs looked resplendent under the transparent mesh, the colour complimenting her developing tan, the shoes the very picture of eroticism.

Mark was stunned into silence as he looked at the woman who had reared him in a way he had never done. He noted that Mary’s figure was not that different to Elaine’s, long legs, delicate features, beautiful eyes. Of course age had filled out her shape, but in beautiful proportion. For the first time Mark noted similarities with his own wife Jean; the gravity defying beasts, widened hips, generous but firm rear.

Mary glanced at Mark as she adjusted an earring, “Did you hear me, I said you are very lucky to have Jean,” she repeated.

“Um yes…” Marks voice was caught in his throat. “Jean is wonderful”

“Are you okay son?” Mary queried, “you look like you have seen a ghost.”

“Sorry Mom, I’ve just never seen you dressed like this,” he explained.

“Jean helped me pick this out,” Mary explained, “when we went shopping last week, she was going to get it for herself but then she said it would suit me better.”

“It certainly looks quite eh, light,” Mark chose his words carefully, skirting the dangers of not upsetting her by letting her think it was inappropriate but also not wanting to sound like he was perving on his own mother.

“It is, it’s still very warm and I didn’t want to wear something that would make me tired and sweaty,” Mary said, clearly not having any concerns.

Mark felt a lump in his throat. “We better get going if we are to make our reservation, am I okay like this?” Even as a married man, Mark had not lost the habit of seeking his mother’s approval.

Mary looked her son up and down. The slim fitting khaki trousers suited his slender toned figure, as did the neat short sleeved open collar shirt, and fitted sport jacket.

“My perfect toyboy,” she joked as Mark opened the door for her.

“Goodbye Richard!” Mary yelled into her son in law who was busy feeding the children in the kitchen. Richard came out to the hallway just in time to see the sexy mature woman walk out. His jaw dropped.

Mark looked back at Richard, with raised eyebrows, grinning, then followed his mother out the door.

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It took over half an hour for the taxi to reach the old town of Malaga, but it was trip through the decades for Mary. Wistfully, she looked out the passenger window, at the warren of narrow alleyways, the palm trees towering above ancient sandstone buildings and the glistening stone paved streets. All of this brought her back to a time when travel was innocent, and love was young. Back then dinner reservations were unheard of, for Mary and Leo they made do with tapas treats as they skipped from one bar to the next. But while money can buy experiences, it cannot buy romance — a lesson long since learned for better and worse.

It had taken many years, but she was getting a taste of this once again, being taken out into the Spanish night, an opportunity to be spoiled, a handsome young man at her side. Mary reached out her left hand towards Mark, then glanced over at him, smiling, as he briefly took his eyes off the road and squeezed her hand. It lasted just a second, maybe two, but it was enough to cause a fluttering feeling in Mary, an excitement caused by not being a mother for once, or a grandmother, a homemaker, or a childminder — tonight she was simply a woman.

The drive took longer than Mark had expected, but then he never expected to be so distracted. It was only when Mary stepped out into the evening sun that Mark realised quite how revealing his mother’s outfit was, and how good she looked in it.

Initially he wondered if he should say something, but he was afraid of embarrassing her, and now they were nearly at their destination it was too late.

The thin material of the dress was barely visible. Not only could Mark see his mother’s Escort Bolu bare shoulders, the centre of her torso right down to her navel, and almost all of her breasts, but her legs were visible right up to her hips, indeed it was more than her legs, it was her buttocks.

Mark constantly stole glances at her body as he drove, studying every inch of skin from the high heeled feet to the shapely tanned legs, from the youthful fleshy thighs to her round firm buttock and from her generous swollen bosom to her graceful neck. Those curves, her sheer sexuality, with each glance he saw her less as a mother and more as the object of his desire.

“We can park here, it’s just a short walk to the restaurant,” Mark explained to Mary as he reversed into a tight on street parking place.

“Honestly Mark I don’t mind driving home, why don’t you take a drink tonight, I’ll take water, I don’t mind,” Mary offered with a genuine concern.

“Nonsense.” Mark switched off the engine and got opened the car door. “The car hire is in my name, besides…” Mark got out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened Mary’s door, “This is your night to enjoy yourself.”

Mary blushed as she took her son’s hand and stepped out of the car. Immediately she linked his arm and pulled him in close. It was just her son but being close to a man again was both affirming and assuring.

The sea breeze whistled through the narrow streets and cooled an otherwise sweltering night. The taste of salt carried on the air; the sea smell mixed with fragrances wafting from the busy restaurants that lined every street.

At this proximity to Mary, Mark got a smell that took him back to his childhood, a familiar scent that made him feel safe and relaxed — his mother’s perfume. This homely instinct was juxtaposed with the view beneath him because any time he turned to his mother he was met with the sight of her bursting cleavage. So stretched was the bodice that from above, Mark could spy the edge of her areolas. Taking a sharp intake of breath he looked to the sky, ‘Stop that Mark,’ he thought to himself.

“And this should be it,” Mark broke a silence as they arrived at an elaborately decorated square shaped building. He led Mary to the waiter at the door below a sign saying, ‘Hotel Palacio Solecio.’ “Nosotros tenemos una reserva para dos,” Mark spoke, trying to impress his mother with his Spanish. The waiter looked at him strangely. He did not understand. Mark was embarrassed.

“What my husband said was we have a reservation for two,” Mary interjected to save his blushes.

“Yes of course, this way,” the waiter replied in perfect English and led them inside.

“Husband? What was that about?” Mark whispered to his Mum.

“Just a bit of fun, I just wanted to see if he would believe that an old woman like me could be married to a handsome young man,” Mary giggled. “Besides, it was bad enough that you botched the Spanish, you don’t want him thinking you are dating your mother!” she added.

“First husband, now date,” Mark laughed back.

“Let me have my fun!” Mary said as she gave Mark a playful shove.

The interior of the restaurant was spectacular and surprising; the dining area was a traditional enclosed Spanish patio with a glass roof high above. Bedecked with ornaments and plants it had a classy yet hip subtropical feel.

The waiter led them to a table right in the centre of the room. Mark could sense the eyes of fellow diners turn towards them as they made their way through the tables, with men, and women, unable to resist a glance at Mary’s body. Again he became concerned for his mother, but when he saw the grin on her face, he knew that she was enjoying the attention.

It took a little while but by the time they had finished their starter, and Mary her first two glasses of wine, they relaxed into their surroundings and the chat began to flow. Naturally, they fell into their Mother and Son roles, with Mary probing and quizzing the more reticent Mark. She asked about work, friends, future plans, and then of course Jean. Mary seemed at pains to praise Mark’s wife. Mark could only blush. He felt he had to clear the air.

“Mum, I know that you and Jean… last night… you,” Mark was stuck for words, how do you accuse your mother of sleeping with your wife?

Suddenly feeling defensive, Mary took a breath, then interrupted; “She said you had an understanding, we thought it would be okay. It was just a little fun!”

Mark reached across the table and took his mother’s hand, “It is okay, and we do have an understanding,” he reassured her, then smiled, “besides, I know you have always had an eye for women, maybe we just have a similar taste!”

Mary feigned shock. “What are you saying, you can’t speak like that to your mother,” she laughed.

“Come on,” Mark reasoned, “Elaine and I remember when ‘cousin’ Irene used to come and stay, you know we figured out that she wasn’t really your cousin.”

Mary had a coy look in her eyes, “Irene was a very close friend,” she explained.

“A close friend that used to share your bed?” Mark smirked.

“Okay, we had some intimacy, but I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Mary was getting a little annoyed. “And I was not lying, we were, sort of, cousins.”

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At last! The first part of my story has been approved. I shall, therefore, continue with my dirty tale. All characters are eighteen or above. All sex is consensual.

If you haven’t read part one, I’ll update you.

My name is Jayne. I’m in my last year at Grammar School and enjoy being naughty. Very naughty.

Yesterday I had been summoned to the “office of shame” at school. I had been humiliated by my English teacher, spanked, mouth fucked and spunked on.

My crime was not complying with the school dress code. My cum stained bra bares witness to this, as does the audio recording I had secretly made on my phone.

Mr Ball had been the administrator of my punishment. I’d loved every second and was looking forward to future visits.

That evening, after feverish masturbation, I decided to consolidate an “arrangement” with Mr Ball. After our filthy session, I had taken his card from his desk.

His name, according to his card, was David. I decided to send “David” a text.

“Hi Mr Ball. Is it okay to ring you?”

“Well hello Miss Parker. Yes. I’m on my own.”

I dialled his number and he picked up. I was lying on my bed gently fingering myself. I was still in my school Bolu Escort uniform and red cum stained panties. They were a mess. It felt delicious and I was going to love this conversation.

“Yes Miss Parker?”

“Oh David. Please call me Jayne.”

“A little bit familiar, but I suppose that’s alright under the circumstances.”

“The circumstances are, I still have your cum on my tits and bra. Oh David. That rhymes! As an English teacher, I hope you appreciate that!”

He was silent.

“Cat got your tongue David?”

“Go on”, he said quietly.

It was a long conversation. I explained that I had recorded everything and that his career and marriage would be destroyed in an instant if he didn’t play the game.

“And what is the game, Jayne?”

“Can I call you Dave?” I giggled.

“No you fucking can’t!” he snapped.

“Okay David. Here it is.”

I explained that I provided a service at school. My lunch times were often spent in the girls toilets where I would perform sexual acts with selected boys and one or two girls. It was a very well organised little operation. The rules were, participants had to be eighteen, reasonably good looking, have the means to Bolu Escort Bayan pay, but above all, discretion was critical. I ensured this last “clause” by filming little parts of my performances. My “clients” fully understood the implications of disclosure and it worked very well. I called it my pocket money and did okay. For the most part I enjoyed it. Fucking me was not allowed, but hand jobs and blow jobs were fine.

Mr Ball remained silent.

“Now, here’s where you come in David.”

I went on to explain that my uniform would no longer be an issue. My customers loved my underwear and heels. He would make sure none of the other staff called me in for inspections, and my business would be protected.

“Are you with me so far?” I asked.

“Yes Jayne.”

“Oh, that’s good David.”

I told him I would never ruin his career as long as he stuck to my rules.

I pushed my fingers further into my pussy and continued.

“There’s some good news though.”

“What?” He said miserably.

“I really enjoyed today. I’d like some more.”

“That can be arranged, I’m sure.”

“Oh I’m sure it can David. By the way, are you fucking Miss Davis?”

“That’s personal.”

“Coming Escort Bolu on my tits is personal!”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Ah. Thought so.”

The beginning of a fantasy began to form in my mind. My fingers were soaked.

“Does she like pussy David?”

He cleared his throat.

“Yes. She likes pussy.”

“Then perhaps you could arrange a get together for the three of us.”

He was breathing heavily.

“Are you wanking, David? I know I am.”

Once again I had him in the palm of my hand. I was very excited about what might be. So was Mr Ball. He gave a grunt as he came.

“Good boy David, I purred. “Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes.”

“Text me when you’ve made arrangements. Goodnight David.”

“Goodnight Jayne.”

I was happy with my days work. My business was protected and I looked forward to a new sexual adventure. I started to listen to my recording. It was very obvious what exactly was going on. I was gazing at my phone unaware that my father was stood at my bedroom door.

“It’s gone very quiet at that bit.” He was smiling.

I don’t know how much he heard. Clearly we were at the point where my mouth was full of my teacher’s cock.

“Daddy! How long have you been stood there?”

“Long enough darling.”

“You’re not angry with me, are you Daddy.?”

I needn’t have worried.

Later that evening, he came to my room and fucked me even harder than usual.

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I’m an old guy now but have plenty of time to think about my past. Some things make me really sad while other bring a smile to my face. I know we all wish there were things we could change about our past but it’s not possible. I’m going to tell you about a few things that happened in my life. To be honest I haven’t even decided what I want to tell you. I’m thinking about things while I’m writing this.

Let’s start at the beginning. I was born and raised in a big city. It was sort of a badass town so I had to be rather bad also. I had a temper and it came out quite often. Through grade school and junior high, I got in a number of fights. I got my ass kicked a number of times but also won my share of the fights. Even when I lost, I got the respect of the people I fought with. I hardly ever had a second fight with the same person.

Back in high school, all I did was attend required classes and do my homework. I neither loved nor hated it. I wasn’t a jock even though I could play sports with the best of them. But I didn’t want to give up all my evenings and weekends practicing or playing sports. I was still known as one of the guys not to mess with. I didn’t really date. There were girls I liked but never asked out. I think I was afraid of rejection. My first date was the senior prom. I wasn’t going to go but my sisters egged me on.

They told me it was something I would always remember. I thought about who to ask and it always came up Cindy. I liked her ever since grade school. The problem was she was one of the most popular girls in school. She dated quite a few of the seniors but I heard she didn’t have a steady boyfriend. I wasn’t even sure if she was asked yet. After school, I waited for her outside.

When she came out, I went over to her.

“Cindy, do you have a minute? There’s something I would like to ask you.”

“Charlie, what is it? You hardly ever talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m kind of a bashful guy. Cindy, will you go to the prom with me? I know that I’m not the smartest guy or best looking…”

“Charlie stop! I’ve always liked you and wondered why you never asked me out. I’ve already been asked by four different guys if I would go to the prom with them.”

“I’m sorry. I just thought I would ask…”

“I never answered them. Yes, I’ll go with you.”

She leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “I have to go to practice but give me a call later or stop by so we can make plans.”

I forgot to mention that Cindy is a cheerleader. Why she said yes to me I have no idea. I went home and told my mom I was going to the prom. A couple of hours later I drove over to Cindy’s house to talk to her. I rang their doorbell and Cindy’s mom answered it.

“Can I help you?” she asked.”

“I would like to speak to Cindy.”

About that time, Cindy came to the door.

“Oh, hi Charlie. Mom, this is Charlie Jones from school. He’s come over to make plans. He’s taking me to the prom.”

Her mom looked a bit shocked. She asked me in and then asked who my parents were. After I said their names, I was surprised to hear she knew my mother. They actually went to school together and had been friends. Of course, she asked how my mom was and to tell her she said hi.

Cindy motioned for me to follow her into the living room. She told me how excited she was about the dress she bought then told me it was blue. We decided to go to the prom alone but join others for dinner.

When I got home, I told my sister about my date. She said she would help me get ready. Later that week I ordered a tuxedo–one to match Cindy’s dress. Then my sister and I went and ordered light blue orchids corsage.

The prom was great. When I picked up Cindy, she looked so beautiful. I gave her the corsage and she smiled at me. As we got in the car, I mentioned to Cindy that she was my first date and if I did anything wrong not to be afraid to correct me.

At the restaurant there were six couples including us. We sat down and everyone was talking at once. I just listened. I knew everyone but wouldn’t call them friends, just fellow students. A couple of the guys gave me dirty looks since Cindy chose to go with me. Some of Cindy’s girlfriends were really nice to me. I knew them from different classes.

After dinner, we headed to the prom. We had our pictures taken and found a round table that seated six. Jake Roe was prom king. He was on the football and baseball team. Cindy was prom queen. Everyone cheered for them.

My only jealous spot was the king and queen dance. I found out later that Jake was one of the guys who asked Cindy to the prom. When we were dancing, I asked her why she chose me over Jake.

“Jake’s a nice guy but only thinks about himself. You on the other hand left yourself in a vulnerable position. Besides, as I told you before, I liked you, we just never went out.”

We danced a lot, mostly slow dances. As long as we were on the dance floor, she wasn’t dancing with anyone else. When we got back to Bodrum Escort her house, I walked her to the door. She leaned over and kissed me. I mean a passionate kiss.

“Thank you Charlie. I had a wonderful evening and will always remember this night.”

I waited until she was in the house and then went home. I felt as if I had started to fall in love with Cindy that night. We had three weeks of school left and she talked to me all the time. Even her friends talked to me. I guess I became popular because of Cindy. I asked her out and we dated the next three Saturdays. We went to an amusement park, the zoo, and to a movie theater. Once we even double dated with her best friend.

Graduation was coming up and I was feeling somewhat bad. Cindy was going to a college out of state and I was going to join the Army. I had some serious feelings for Cindy but I knew this would probably be the end of our relationship. Then I remembered the saying “tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”.

At graduation, everyone seemed happy. I went to one party and that was Cindy’s. My parents threw me one but just invited relatives and a few neighbors. Cindy came over and spent most of the time with me. After everyone left, Cindy and I went down to the basement where my bedroom was. I was glad to be away from my relatives. They all seemed to be so nosy about everything. They even kept asking if I had plans for a future with Cindy.

I shut the door and sighed. “I’m sorry my relatives–“

“It’s OK, Charlie. I didn’t mind.”

She walked to me and gave me a big hug. We hadn’t ever had sex but that didn’t mean I hadn’t wanted to. And feeling her so close to me made me want her even more.

“Charlie, after spending these last few weeks with you, you know that I really care about you.”

We sat on the bed and I put my hands under her shirt. Her breasts felt so good. I think we were both caught up in the moment because she didn’t stop me when I took off her clothes except her bra and panties. Then I removed my outer garments. We kissed as I removed her bra to play with her breasts. I worked my way down to her belly and removed her panties. She had a nice trimmed bush that I buried my face in and kissed lightly. Cindy shook a little when I went lower and licked her pussy. I then took off my briefs.

“Go ahead Charlie. Just be gentle.”

I pushed it in a little bit and Cindy gasped. Since she had told me she was a virgin, I knew it must hurt so I went as slow as I could. I continued to push it in, using a back and forth motion. Cindy said it felt good and to keep going. Then she pushed at me to stop, telling me she wasn’t sure she could take the pain. Even though it was my first time to have sex, I knew I was about to have an orgasm. But I loved Cindy and would do whatever she asked.

“Charlie, do it again.”

“Are you sure? If we keep going, I’ll have an orgasm, and we can’t risk it.”

“I’ve been on the pill for a few months already. I won’t get pregnant.”

I came so hard that I shoved Cindy into the headboard. We kept kissing, just laying there. Eventually we got up. I let her clean up in my bathroom first and then took her home.

It was a memory I would never forget.

* * * *

I went through basic training and was going home for a couple of weeks before going overseas. Ever since having sex with Cindy I became quite horny. I had sex with almost anything that moved. Was I proud of it? Looking back, I would say no but it was part of my life. I didn’t find any woman I cared about the way I loved Cindy.

I stopped by Buffalo Wild Wings for lunch and seen a couple of the girls from my graduating class–Ann and Cheri– working there. I asked Ann out and she accepted. I asked her if she had seen Cindy lately and she said not since graduation. We went to the movies and then to the restaurant at the Holiday Inn. After we finished our dinner, I asked her if she wanted to get a room.

We got up from the table and she walked over to the elevators while I registered for a room. She told me she always thought I was a good-looking guy and wondered how I would be in bed.

I have to tell you that I learned that you treat every woman with respect. And when having sex, make love to them. That’s exactly what I did. I did learn to always carry and use condoms. Ann told me I didn’t need them but I told her I always played it safe.

I stayed with my parents while I was home. I visited my sisters and other relatives. I called Ann and took her out again the following weekend. We ended the night at her sister’s house who wouldn’t be home until the next day. We had sex and I did have oral sex with her. She came so hard she was holding my head tight against her pussy. I then put on a condom and she guided me in. Ten minutes later, I came hard and Ann came again.

She told me she was having feelings for me. I explained to her that I was leaving for overseas the following week and I would Bodrum Escort Bayan think of her. The truth was I liked Ann but it was a long way from love.

A week from Sunday I would be heading back to base. On Saturday, I figured I might as well take Ann out one more time. I decided to surprise her and went back to Buffalo Wild Wings where she worked. I asked Cheri if Ann was working and she would hardly look at me.

“What is it, Cheri? She’s not my girlfriend, just a friend.”

“She went out with Roger, our boss. They went over to the Holiday Inn for dinner. She told me it was a business meeting.”

“Thanks, Cheri. I should have taken you out.”

Cheri smiled. I left the restaurant and went to the Holiday Inn. When I walked in Ann was waiting at the elevators. I saw Roger getting a room. Ann saw me and said, “Oh my God! Charlie, what are you doing here?”

“I just stopped to say goodbye. I’m leaving in the morning. I didn’t know you had a business meeting with Roger here in the motel.”

Roger came over to the elevator and saw me. I didn’t say a word. I hit him once in the stomach and once in his face. I turned and walked out before security came over. I called my parents and told them I was heading back to base. I figured it would be best for me to get out of dodge.

I should tell you why I hit Roger. It was because he was a married man and taking advantage of his employee. It really wasn’t about Ann.

* * * *

I’m not going to talk much about my service overseas. I was in Vietnam for over two years. I lost a lot of brothers and it really bothered me. It was one shitty war and I was glad to leave there. I spent another year in Germany and became an MP. After that, I was glad to be coming home. I was stationed in Kentucky for the remainder of my enlisted time.

When we got off the plane, there were a lot of people there protesting the war. Why were they blaming us? We put our lives on the line every day for our country. It was a hell of a lousy homecoming.

I came home to Detroit after getting back to visit my family. Mom handed me a personal letter she recently received. I couldn’t believe it but I got a summons to appear in court the following week. To top it all off it was a paternity court. It said I was the father of a child born to Ann Miller three years ago. I knew this wasn’t true. It was her way of getting even with me for punching Roger. She must have known I had come home and filed the charges against me.

I did go to court and told my side of the story. I had sex with Ann two different times and wore condoms. I’d been overseas for three years so someone else must be the father. I told the judge about her affair with her boss at the time and his name. Ann gave a bullshit story that we were in love and that I asked her to have my child. I totally denied everything and the court took a DNA sample from me and also from Roger.

A little back information here. After I hit Roger, he still went up to the room and had sex with Ann. It came out during the court case. When Roger went home, his wife asked him about his facial bruises. When she found out he received them at the Holiday Inn, she checked into it further and then divorced him. She took him to the cleaners and he lost his job for having sex with his employee.

The DNA results came back as I expected. I was not the father–Roger was. I felt relieved but also sorry for the baby who had Ann and Roger for parents.

I told my parents that when I got out of the service that I wasn’t coming back to Detroit. There was really nothing there for me and I wanted a fresh start. I promised I would visit them regularly. I did go to visit Cindy to see if she was home. When I knocked on her door, a lady answered and said they had moved away two years ago. She didn’t have a forwarding address but thought it might be somewhere in Ohio. I thanked her for the information and went back to my parents.

When I got back to Kentucky, I studied hard to be a good MP. I even took criminal law classes since the Army would pay for them. I had decided to work in law enforcement after I got out of the service.

I applied for a job in a medium size city in Ohio. I got the position and called my parents to tell them the good news. I hadn’t planned to leave Kentucky but the job was a good fit for what I wanted. I found a nice trailer court and rented one that was semi-furnished. I didn’t need much and it was really pretty nice.

It was about six months later that my partner and I were on patrol when a robbery call came in over the radio. On the way to it, he saw the get-a-way vehicle. We turned and chased after it. We had our lights flashing and sirens blaring when an SUV broadsided us, ramming my side of the vehicle. That was the last thing I remembered.

My head hurt when I woke up. A nurse in the room told me to take it easy and called for one of the doctors taking care of me. He walked in and checked my chart. Then he removed Escort Bodrum the tubes from my mouth so I could speak. My throat was extremely dry and he gave me some ice chips.

“Mr. Jones, do you remember why you’re here?”

I had a brief image of the accident but not much more. I started to shake my head but stopped because of the pain.

“You’ve been in a coma for three days. You have a dislocated right arm, a cracked femur in your right leg, and a couple broken ribs. In addition, you have a concussion and assorted lacerations. From what I read about the accident, though, I would say you’re lucky.”

“Doc, I don’t feel so lucky. The last thing I remember is seeing that vehicle ramming us. How is my partner, Bob?”

“He had some minor cuts and scrapes but he was released this morning. He’ll be off for about a week. You on the other hand will be off longer, considering you’ll need physical therapy. We notified your parents after the accident–you had them listed in your file as emergency contacts. However, they were on a cruise and won’t be here until tomorrow. Your mother called every day to check on you, though. She’s been very worried. Both of your parents have been.”

I nodded. If the doctor said my parents were on a vacation, I wasn’t going to question it, even if I couldn’t remember them telling me.

“Doc, can you tell me if a person can dream or hear things while in a coma?”

“That has been a big discussion for years. Many coma patients have sworn they knew what was going on around them. Now, though, I suggest you lay back and get some rest. We will talk more next time. The day nurse will be in soon. She was here when you were brought in.”

They gave me a shot and I was out like a light. You can believe this or not but I really believe I saw everything that went on around me. I was sure I saw Cindy checking the machines. She leaned over and kissed my forehead. I remember she was there each day talking to me. I wanted to tell her I could see and hear her but it wasn’t possible.

I was going toward a bright white light but a voice told me “go back, it’s not your time yet”. I swore one of the nurses who had been in to check on me was Cindy. She was crying while taking care of me. I heard her say, “please God, help me to help him”.

Of course, when I woke up it was another nurse. Hell, I didn’t even know if Cindy went to college to be a nurse. What would the chances be that I moved to the same town in Ohio where she was anyway? It had to be a dream.

I slept off and on all day. The nurse reminded me my parents would be there in the morning. Each time I slept, though, I had the same sense that Cindy was there by me. The medicine they gave me made me sleep all night. When I opened my eyes, I saw a nurse walk in. It was Cindy. I know I had tears in my eyes.

“Charlie, I got a call from one of the other nurses that you woke up. I’m so happy for you. I didn’t know you were out of the service or even on the police force. We need to talk later and catch up.”

“Cindy, I dreamed about you taking care of me. I know most people won’t believe me but I heard everything you said. I’m so sorry I made you cry.”

“I don’t know what to say, Charlie. We can talk about it later. You’ll be transferred out of the ICU and into a regular room later this morning.”

“Will you still be my nurse?” I asked.

“No, you’ll be on another floor, but I’ll come and see you every day.” She smiled at me.

“Cindy, I have to tell you something. I’ve been carrying it around in my head for four years.”

“What is it Charlie?”

“I love you. I just had to tell you.”

She had tears in her eyes, said she would talk to me later, and quickly left. I probably shouldn’t have said it but I wanted her to know. For all I knew she might be married and have a family. Yet I just had to tell her.

Later that day my parents came in to see me. I had good parents. My mom said my sisters sent their love and were praying for me. I explained what I remembered of the accident to mom and dad. They already knew about my injuries from the hospital staff. They said I didn’t look so good but they knew it would all heal. They stayed all day, only leaving when the nurse gave me my night medicine, which made me really sleep. They were going out for dinner but would stop in and see me in the morning before heading back home. They only lived four hours away.

Amy, my new nurse, was a nice looking woman and had a pleasant personality. She would come in every couple of hours to check on me and give me medications. For peeing I was able to use a urinal but if I had to take a dump I used a portable potty that they set next to the bed. I needed help getting on and off, of course. Amy got a male assistant to help move me. It was embarrassing but there really wasn’t much I could do about it.

Visiting hours were just about over. Some of my fellow officers had been in to see me, which made me feel good. After they left, Cindy showed up. I know I smiled.

“Charlie, I was so worried.”

“Cindy, I thought I saw you here with me, when I was in the coma. I know the doctor said my injuries could have scrambled my thoughts, but I swear–“

“I was here a lot, Charlie. Whenever I had a break and then before I went home each day.”

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