Breaking Him In Ch. 01

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“There are 3 trials before I will consider you as my slave.” I kept my voice soft as I handed the man across from me a glass of wine.

His hand shook ever so slightly as he took it from my grasp and I allowed myself a small smile. Nerves were very common for a first time submissive, and it only served to arouse my senses as I watched him swallow hard as I sat next to him, barely touching his flesh with my own.

“You will be expected to perform all duties in each task. I am not an unreasonable Mistress, however I do expect you to comply to my every request. Is that clear?” I turned my head ever so slightly toward his face, my deep brown eyes searching his own for any signs of hesitation.

He cleared his throat before meeting my gaze. “I will do anything for your pleasure Mistress. My wish is to serve you completely.”

“Stand before me slave.” My voice lost its softness and the difference seem to take him a little by surprise before he stood in front of me, his broad shoulders pulled back as a sign of strength.

“I expect a full inspection before we begin. Remove your clothing slave, but do it slowly.”

I leaned back in the chair and bought the wine glass to my crimson lips as I watched him slowly unbutton his shirt. Still nervous, he had to attempt the top button twice before his trembling fingers finally managed it, then, realising he was being judged, he continued without further impediment.

Shrugging his shirt from his shoulders, he let it fall to the floor as he started to turn in a full circle for my careful observation.

“Thwack!” The noise of the paddle striking his denim covered ass reverberated in the room and he gasped audibly at the sudden pain that immediately followed.

Turning toward me he looked bewildered and I raised my hand to his face and held his chin within my long fingertips, forcing him to look down from his 6′ 1″ height to my much smaller stature.

“You do not leave clothes on the floor slave.” I said through clenched teeth. “I will not be your mother, is that clear? Consider this a warning.” I let my fingernails dig ever so slightly into his flesh as I spoke, and when I released him from my grip I noticed the small half crescents denting his lightly stubbled jaw.

“Please Mistress, I lost my head. This will never happen again my Lady.” He spoke quietly and kept his eyes downcast as he knew my displeasure this early could mean the end.

He bent at the waist and collected his shirt, folding it neatly and placing it onto the chair that I indicated with a movement of my head.

“Continue slave.”

Once again he raise his eyes slightly and removed the thick black belt from around his waist before starting to take it to the chair.

“Bring it here.” I knew I didn’t need to tell him what I needed, he was certain to pay attention after the first taste of the paddle.

I held the leather in my hands and gave it a testing flex. I smiled broadly as I thought how this poor unsuspecting man had just handed me his punishment for the next time he displeased me.

Bending low to the ground he soon removed his shoes and socks, placing them neatly with his shirt, before unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his well muscled thighs.

I stood once more and indicated he should turn for me. With his back to me, I slowly traced my nail down his spine to the crack of his ass. He shuddered at my touch and I knew he was hard before he turned back toward me.

I traced the line of his arm as he turned and then his chest, running my fingers lightly through the thick hair before reaching his nipples.

“Remove the rest of your clothing slave.”

He was shaking as he stepped from his jockey shorts, his large erection springing free and pointing straight toward me.

Running my fingers down his sides I traced the contours of his hips before taking a step back.

“Your first test is how well you take commands slave. You may not do anything, nor touch anything without my permission. If you wish to ask me for something you may address me as Mistress. Any time wasting questions will be reason for punishment.”

He nodded his head eagerly, his excitement at being at my mercy quite evident.

“Kneel at my feet.” As he sank to his knees I placed my right foot onto his shoulder, allowing him a look at my glistening pussy, which lay uncovered beneath my black skirt. He blinked and swallowed a few times, his chest rising and falling with the effort to control himself.

“Remove my boots slave and kiss my feet.” The order was a simple warm up so he would know his requirements for the future.

Carefully he moved his hands up the supple leather of the red boot and gently cupping the back of my knee in his right hand, he unzipped the boot with his left before easing it off my foot, careful to ensure my balance was not once compromised.

His mouth was wet and war as he slid my toe into his mouth, careful licking it and swirling his tongue around it before sucking it in and out. His left urfa escort hand caressed my instep as he took more toes in with the first, swirling his tongue between the gaps and keeping his eyes on mine.

I took my foot from his shoulder and replaced it with the other for him to repeat the process. He didn’t disappoint, lavishing as much attention to left foot as he had its partner.

I leant forward and pushed him backwards with my foot, watching him lose his balance and watch me carefully in case he had displeased me.

“Mistress? Do I not please you correctly?” His voice wasn’t whining or pathetic, more wanting to convey his desire for me to be happy.

“You will do thus far slave. Now I want to explore your restraint.” I moved past him and clicked my fingers, indicating he should follow.

“You will not always be required to pleasure me orally slave. Not unless I have asked or you have a genuine desire. Even then I may rebuff you. You will be required to please me as I ask, when I ask. You will not be allowed to touch yourself or to cum without my permission.” I took a breath and looked at him careful, gauging his reaction to the last stipulation.

His nod said it all. “I’m yours as you desire My Lady.” He murmured, leaning against the gentle caress of my fingers through his hair.

Suddenly I tugged it back and forced his face close to my own.

“I require you to have complete trust in me slave. Any hesitation will be a waste of both of our time. I am a generous Domme, but I expect nothing but complete subservience. Anything you do that displeases me will cause me to punish you. Punishments vary as will the pain level. I do not wish to cause you any great injury, but you will certainly feel the punishment. Is that clear?”

I caressed his hair again as he took in everything.

“When may I begin my service of you my Mistress?” Was his only reply. This was going to work out well.

” Your first test has already began, my love, now I start testing you properly.” I whispered next to his ear before giving it the slightest nip.

It seemed that with each of my touches, my willing new slave got a jolt rushing through his taut body. His breathing grew heavier as my fingers trailed once more through the furry down on his broad chest before circling his nipples delicately.

“This is always about pleasure slave. What makes me happy is what you will endure. It is not about your orgasm, it is about servitude and with servitude comes benefits.” I paused briefly and stilled my fingers on his rosy, tight bud.

Ever so slightly I began to pinch and twist first his left nipple, then his right, the pressure and force increasing as he tried not to cry out in pain.

I dropped my gaze to his cock, stiffening obscenely now, precum dripping freely from the slit, pooling onto his naked thigh.

“I will show you realms of pleasure and pain slave.” I whispered in his ear, pushing him backward on the bed, his head landing squarely on the pillow.

Moving catlike I stretched myself fully above him, continuing to pinch and tweak his nipples between my fingertips firmly, before lowering myself to sit across his thighs, his throbbing hot cock resting against my pussy.

He moved beneath me and was quickly rewarded to a fierce pinch of both nipples, causing him to howl out in pain. Silently he stared up at me, waiting to see if that was the end of the punishment.

“You are not to move unless you are given permission my pet.” I whispered as I bent toward his ear, leaning my large breasts in direct contact with his mouth.

“In time you will be allowed free reign; but right now it’s about your trial.”

I dipped my nipple into his opened, moist mouth and moved it back and forth against his lips. I could tell he was fighting his instincts, his hands were clenched tightly amongst the sheets, the fine beads of sweat of his brow a certain sign.

“You are free to use only your mouth slave.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement and greedily he clasped my dusky nipple between his teeth, his rough tongue licking and tasting me thoroughly before releasing it from his teeth and moving his head to the other. He didn’t follow the same tactic, this time slowly licking my pale flesh before darting his tongue across my nipple with maddening expertise.

I could feel my juices begin to coat my thighs and I rocked a little closer to his cock, allowing him to feel the effect being a good slave has on me.

The heat of my pussy sent him into a licking and sucking frenzy, drawing me closer and closer to release, but this was about his limits not my own.

Abruptly I pulled away and rocked back on my knees. Leaning to one side I opened the drawer of the bedside table and removed 2 sets of stainless steel cuffs. These weren’t the plastic ones that can be released through pressure, oh no. These required a key, any that was the one in my possession.

“Do you understand why these are necessary balıkesir escort slave?” I asked as I swung them within his line of vision.

His eyes grew wide as the came into focus, but not fearful. Lust seemed to fill them, and more than that, acceptance.

“Yes Mistress, I understand and I thank you.” His words came out in little gasps as the realisation sunk in. He wanted this more than anything, more than he was wiling to admit to even himself and his beautiful Mistress knew it before him.

I released his nipples and stood next to the bed.

“Stay on your back slave and extend your arms.”

He complied instantly and I moved to snap the cold metal into place, his arms stretched far enough apart to cause discomfort.

“Now bend your knees slave so that you ankles touch your thighs.” I said this coldly, not allowing an option for questioning without severe repercussions.

Slowly he bought his knees up and I spread his thighs apart roughly. Reaching to the middle side of my bed I unveiled a leather cuff that tied at the ankle before becoming attached to a chain that was stretched tight. Moving to the other side quickly I surveyed the position slave was in.

With his arm stretched wide and his thighs straining apart, he had maybe an inch to move his feet, not enough to alter what happened, just slightly enough room to untense once in a while.

“What is your fantasy slut?” I asked casually as I moved out of his line of vision, entering the bathroom off to the left.

His silence spoke volumes about his confidence and I contemplated this new slaves commitment. He was new at this, no doubt about it, but that wasn’t the issue. It was his want to submit yet something held him back..something that needed discovering.

“Slave you will answer me now.” I called as I slipped first one leg, and then the other into the harness.

“Mistress my fantasy is to be used by you.” He began, his voice trailing off with a tinge of hesitation.

I looked into the mirror as I replied “Tell me slave. You wont be punished. Tell me what your fantasy has been.” I leant forward and added the final touch to my outfit before leaving the bathroom and joining him in the room.

“I have a fantasy My Lady, that you host a dinner party for your friends and I am the service boy. You have me bring out each course that I have prepared and once I serve the meals, you order me under the table to offer extra services at your whim to your guests.” Slaves voice was strangled as his desires poured out of him. He couldn’t see me as I remained off to one side so when I reappeared it took him a moment to be able to breath.

Before him I stood, my long red hair flowing and caressing my considerable breasts which were barely contained in a black leather bodice, with laces from the navel to the top of my nipples, exposing my flesh in some medi evil garb. My legs had on the sheerest of black stocking that stopped at mid thigh, but what caught his breath was what lay between the leather & the stockings.

The flesh covered strap on was nestled against my mound as though it had always been there. With a thinner tip than most, it was perfect for a beginner, while the thick base made them crave me to thrust it deeper and harder. It felt warm and veiny in my hand, just like slaves cock would as I stroked my “penis” and knelt between his thighs.

“Please Miss, my arse is a virgin. I am so sorry to disappoint you.” The anguish was evident in his tone, he wanted to please me but was unsure of my approval of his experience.

Kneeling on the bed I leant gently upwards so that the tip of the strapon merely brushed the crease in his balls.

“You won’t disappoint me slave,” I murmured as I dipped my head to take his bottom lip between my own, sucking it gently before sliding my tongue into his eager mouth.

The firm strength of his lips matched my own and I admired his determination to hold one small semblance of control. Wriggling my hips just so, I reminded him who owned him by placing the tip of my strap-on just on his tender, unready entrance and immediately his kisses were more submissive.

My tongue swirled over his, licking it and sucking it between my lips as I moved slightly up and down, merely rubbing his hole, before plunging my tongue once again into the wet recess of his mouth.

I pulled away abruptly, noting his still closed eyes with a smile.

Placing my finger to his reddened, bruised lips I moved my tongue to his nipples, swirling first the left, then the right in my mouth for only the briefest moment.

“Open your eyes slave.”

His heavily lidded eyes opened automatically and I could sense the desire in them, that and feel his pulsating cock against the soft skin of my belly.

“Are you nervous pet?” I enquired, as my mouth worked down his stomach, his hairs tickling my nostrils as I swirled my tongue into his belly button, pausing slightly to raise my eyes to his response.

“Yes trabzon escort my Mistress.” His voice was deep and hesitant but the movement of his hips hadn’t escaped my notice. The strap-on was now nestled firmly against his hole and that was something he obviously desired, much to my delight.

“Don’t be scared slave, I am here to break you in; never to break you.”

Moving myself lower, the strap-on fell away from his tight arse and his sigh of disappointment was audible. Ignoring him I moved into what I wanted, to ready this pet for his next step.

Sliding my tongue over the puckered skin of his balls, I spread his thighs as much as the restraints would allow. Replacing my tongue with my lips, I sucked gently on each of his firm balls then took them into my mouth, sucking them in and out as though I would a rock hard cock, inhaling his musky scent as I buried my nose against the base of his penis.

His cock was moving against my nose in anticipation of what would come, and yet deep down, he knew that aspect wasn’t about to happen.

Dropping my head lower, my hair fell as a curtain over his balls and cock, as I pointed my tongue and slowly began to trace the line of his puckered hole.

The tangy essence of him drove me wild as I maintained the same pressure, slowly licking the edges of his arse, then licking it up and down, just enough to elicit a moan from slave, before I went back to lapping at the sides.

Parting my hair I watched as his cock throbbed and his breathing grew shallow as my tongue slid ever so slightly. A small smile played at the corner of my lips, I loved breaking them in.

Without warning I thrust my pointed, dart like tongue into his tight, warm arsehole, delving in deep with my tongue as my hands massaged first his thighs and then his firm balls.

The moans of excitement grew as I tongued his hole in and out, harder and deeper than before , his small amount of allowed movement only encouraging me to take him further to the edge.

Moving my right hand from massaging his balls, I slid my index finger into my mouth and coated it with sticky moisture before teasing his arse with it. He willingly accepted my first digit as I slowly slid it in and out, never deep, just getting him used to the sensation.

Moaning with delight he tried to push back against my finger as I pushed it deeper into the tight recess of his arse, my left hand massaging his balls gently.

His sudden gasp & jerk of his cock belied his true desire and I took it to my full advantage as I pushed another finger into him..both now buried past the second knuckle, his arsehole gripping my digits with a heat that was encouraging my nipples to stiffen and my pussy to drip.

“Is this what you want slave?” My voice was careful, not aggressive, not playful. This is where he needed to learn trust and to surpass tabboo’s.

He grunted with the effort of raising his back slightly off of the bed, the various restraints restricting his movements.

“I am yours Mistress. Completely.”

His eyes bore deep into my own and immediately I recognised what his need was.

I pulled back and and knelt before him, looking upon this man waiting for me to fuck him to take what is held sacred, even as my fingers were still probing his hole.

As I removed my fingers I covered his mouth with my own, my need conveyed within the urgency and heat of our kiss. He had pleased me so far and deserved a reward, and he willing took it. As his tongue caressed mine, I opened the bedside drawer and grabbed a palm full of lube.

Slave was panting when my mouth left his, his rock hard cock dripping small pools of precum onto his furry stomach as I reached my glistening, lube coated hand to my strapon.

Slave watched avidly as I stroked and coated my “penis” with the wetness, my hand making slick noises over the veiny, fleshy looking plastic phallus, mesmerised by the sight.

With my hands on the exposed underpart of my thighs, I moved so that once again, the tip was teasing his now ready, wet burrow and pushed slightly so just the very tip of my appendage had entered him.

Rocking slightly back and forth, I fucked him with just the tip, getting him used to the feeling of a woman fucking him as I watched his face contorting first with a little pain and then pleasure.

“What do you want slave?” My question was straight to the point, after this there would be no second guessing.

“Fuck my arse Mistress, please, please, please take me.” His voice was hoarse with desire and I pushed another inch into him before pausing again.

“Do you want to be turned into a slut?” It wasn’t really a question but I ceased pushing the rest in as I waited, merely nudging the 2 inches back and forth in a rhythmic motion.

Gasping and moaning he merely nodded. Not satisfied with the response I twisted his nipple hard between my fingers as I pushed slightly more into his tight, welcoming hole.

“Mistress please make me your slutty whore.”

The last of slave’s words were lost as I held onto his thighs and drove my cock into his arse. Deep as I could be, buried and hard I circled my hips slightly before withdrawing almost to the tip. Plunging deep and hard again, slave’s breath seemed to escape him as a bead of sweat left his brown to drip onto the pillow beneath his head.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

*

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

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

“But…?”

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

“So…?”

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

“How?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And mine,” Rebecca says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only that he wished he could be there.”

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

“I know!” I cry. “But where is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The New Patient

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Miss…..may I call you Liza?”

She nodded and said, “yes, Doctor.”

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

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

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

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

She did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He withdrew his fingers and she immediately felt the loss.

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

She whimpered again and shook my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded kayseri escort her head and whimpered again.

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

“Yes, Doctor!” Liza exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Doctor,” she answered.

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

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

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First Threesome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah… right,” she presses.

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

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

Kyle smiles and nods his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She is speechless.

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

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

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

“Holy…..Christ…. You’re beautiful!”

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

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

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

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

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

“YES!” Bella blurts. “I wanna see!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s all the way in!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He isn’t impressed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SLAPPPP! SMACK!

“You like that, boy?” he hisses.

SMACK! SLAPPPPPP!

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

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

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

Repeat.

Again and again; in and then out.

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

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

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

Its more than half way inside of me!

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

“OOOHHHHhhyeeeaaahh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lisa, kiss my wife.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooo” Stephanie instigated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

“Well me and her-“

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

“What? No, man get it together.”

“Ok sorry, finish your story.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely, positively…not.”

“Why not?” I wanted to stomp my foot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Real funny.”

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

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

“Technically you are, metaphorically.” he shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing, I just remembered something.”

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

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

“Oh damn.”

Oh damn is right.

I break from the circle and walk over to Zoe.

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

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

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

“Fuck off.” I toss over my shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you guys are dating?”

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

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

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

“How do you accidentally kiss someone?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finn, please.” her eyes beseeched me.

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

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

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

“You good?” Jesse asked behind me.

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never said you were.”

“You said I was androgynous.”

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

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

“Look at it as a compliment.”

“How can it be?”

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

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

“Yes. I guess so.”

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

“I’m not gay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have I given you that impression?”

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

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

“You don’t care at all, do you?”

“About what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” he answered dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Larissa,” Noah called out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who? With Rico Suave?” Noah scoffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which would be no easy feat.

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” a garbled female voice answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time to get back to what she really wanted.

*****

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

“It’s Noah,” he said. “Ris at home?”

Silence on the other end. Did she hang up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s Rory?” she whispered.

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

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

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

“Nice house.”

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

Larissa looked puzzled. “Like what, Noah?”

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

“At what cost, though?”

“Living with her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are you going?” Larissa wondered.

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

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

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

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

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

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