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Taking off from Cape Town International Airport was always a slightly liberating feeling. Whatever the destination, a day or two, perhaps a week away from the family lay ahead. But this time it was different.

You were flying off to investigate a story in Northern Kenya, and had booked a secluded beach cottage, an old colonial retreat complete with huge fire place and leather couches in Watamu. By sheer coincidence, she had been booked to deliver a paper at a conference being held in Malindi, just a handful of kilometres north of Watamu, and was flying in from London, where she had been living for the past ten years.

The two of you joked about it, saying it was Kismet, fate, and agreed to get together. she had a hire car. You had been best friends for ever, but underneath it was always a frisson of risk, a frisson of lust, a frisson of “what if”? This week there was a chance the “what if” could be answered.

You had arranged to meet at your cottage on the first night you were both there together. You knew deep down that something would happen, even if it was just a touch, a glance, a slight caress, a brush of the lips. Because this was a love affair that had been building for many years, and somewhere, something had to happen.

She arrived, her eyes sparkling with mischief and love and you embraced, kissed briefly and hugged again, and then again, and in the confusion and the warmth she said “hey man, you look absolutely beautiful” and you said “and look at you, girl, you look gorgeous.” And she did, gloriously feminine and womanly in a soft flowing, almost Mexican floral top and even softer jade green skirt, her wonderfully pert breasts unfettered and shifting beautifully beneath the soft fabric.

Both of you began talking together, then stopped, then you moved slowly together and hugged and held each other and gently kissed. A small kiss, a “hello I love you and miss you ” kiss. A warm fuzzy hullo kiss.

“Let’s sit on the stoep and drink our wine,” you said, and you wandered out, hand in hand, settling on the plump cushions on the cane couch, the boom of the surf on the outer reefs singing to you, the sweet scent of the night jasmine a heady perfume.

The night was gorgeous, one of those hot, windless, breathless Kenyan nights, 25 degrees hot late at night. You sat together, touching in little gestures, brushing against each other in deliberately accidental moments. she took your hands in hers, stroking them, and then, in an erotically charged moment, lifted one hand to her mouth and sucked a finger. It felt as though an electric charge had run down your body. You were both content to sit there in the warm, sensual breeze, snuggling and muzzling each other, exchanging little kisses, whispering small nonsenses to each other.

Then you headed into the night, looking for a friendly pub where you wouldn’t be hassled. You drove to Malindi, where you found a club with deep leather couches in dark corners where couples, many of them women, were cuddling in the deep shadows.

Like two giggly school girls, you settled into the couch, and called the waitress across. “A bottle of sauvignon blanc” you ordered, then cuddled up together, whispering, even though the music was blasting out.

“Hmmm, this is so nice,” you whispered as your lips grazed her neck and her ear, and she took both your hands in hers, stroking, softly stroking. “Hmm,” she said, “yes.” Both of you were content to say nothing more, and just to sit like that, apart, but together, just the odd vagrant stroke, a breath against a cheek, a little nibble on the neck, just feeling the tension build.

Then the DJ cranked up the music into a sensual Latino salsa and turned down the lights, making your little corner virtually invisible.

“Shall we dance?” you asked, trying to find her in the semi-dark. Instead you found her lips, and she slowly kissed you, leaning over you, her soft silkiness opening like a flower, her tongue darting in little small strokes across your lips, her breath coming in small gasps.

Slowly you stroked her, across her hard stomach, across her hips, ruffling through her hair, stroking an ear lobe, her neck, caressing her face, then slowly cupping her breast, loose and unfettered under her soft silky shirt, her nipple hard and hot. Her hands were roving over your hips, your thighs, and then up to your breasts and “shit”, she said, “you’re wearing a bra. Go take it off.” And she giggled, saying “I can’t believe I said that.”

And you said “YOU take it off. Shit, I can’t believe I said that,” and you both collapsed giggling again. she turned to you and hooked her hands up behind your back and unhooked your bra, her breath hot and sweet on your face, then gently kissed you as her hands came around and cupped your freed breasts, one after the other, rolling first one then the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Go take it off,” she said.

You got unsteadily to your feet, and said “don’t go away.” In a hazy Ankara escort blur you walked down to the Ladies, your thighs burning, your cunt beginning to get very wet. You sat down on the toilet seat in the cubicle, trying to get your thoughts together: your silky boy pants were wet, your nipples were exquisitely sensitive to every motion as you took your bra off and stuffed it into your handbag. Your mind was swirling, whirling, wondering where the night was going.

You wandered back, taking in the sights, the couples snogging in the corners, some of them into heavy petting, and realised that anything went in this club. Sliding into your seat, your breast shifted against the silky top and your nipples hardened, sending even more heat down to your cunt.

As you snuggled up together, she whispered in your ear “I soooo want to kiss you slowly, and to rub my hands all over you, but I’m afraid of being too public.” You responded by pulling her head down and pulling her lips on to yours, and slowly, slowly kissing her, your tongue slipping between her lips, playing with her tongue, and you pulled back and whispered “nobody can see us here.”

“Hmmm I want to make love with you, long and slow,” she said, “but let’s start here” as she slid her hand up your thigh, and began to caress your hip. You kissed her, tongues shyly darting together, savouring her lips, nipping little small kisses on her mouth, her cheeks, her ears, her neck. You lifted your hips, trying to free your thighs so she could get her hands down on to you, and she slipped her hand down between your legs, stroking you through the stretchy silky fabric of your boy pants.

“Not so fast, let’s enjoy the night, and take it real slow,” you said, turning her, so that her back was against you, and you had free access to her front. “I want to stroke you slowly.”

She shifted in the seat so that you could move back and open your legs, then she lay back between your open thighs, arching her neck back so that you could nibble her and kiss her, your hands sliding up to cup her gorgeous breasts, stroking the firm undersides then slipping up to gently encircle her firm nipples, as her hand slid down and she lifted her hips so that you could stroke your thigh.

The lights were low and the table hid you from view as you slipped both your hands into the waist band of her skirt and slipped them down over her panties. she was wearing a thong, and you immediately encountered her slippery wetness, and she moaned, and whispered “fuck, I am so turned on, I want to come with you.” You slipped the index finger of your right hand down even lower, and lifted the wet, silky fabric of her panties, and slid your finger over her wet wet dripping wet clit and over the sopping wetness of her cunt.

It was like stroking silk, soft, wet silk, and you could feel yourself getting just as wet as she pushed back hard against your open legs, trying to make the angle better so you could slip your fingers inside her. she shifted, and you slipped first one, then two fingers just inside her cunt, and you brought your other hand down and began to slowly rub her clitoris in small, gentle circular movements. Her back was arched against you and she sought your mouth out, kissing you in huge hungry kisses, her tongue probing deep, her generous arse pressing into your equally wet cunt.

You slipped your fingers even deeper inside her, but just then the lights went up and the music got louder and the two of you looked at each other and said “shit let’s get out of here!” she gently took your hand and brought it up to both of your lips and you both breathed in deeply, smelling the rich, warm saltiness of her cunt juices, and you began giggling again, it was a giggly kind of night.

You stood up, a little bit shakily, and as you were walking out, one of the guests you had been checking out and discussing earlier, a drop dead gorgeous elphin dark haired Italian beauty with the most beautifully perky breasts came across and said “I can see the two of you are new to this, but if you want to join us, in half an hour, come to number 22 Biashara Road, I’ll be there with some friends.”

She skipped away. “What was that,” she said, “I don’t know,” you replied, “but there’s no harm in checking it out.” You went for coffee for the next half an hour, then hesitantly knocked on the door of 22 Biashara Road.

The elphin beauty answered the door. “Come,” she said, “be at home.” As you walked in, the haunting sound of a slow Salsa song rang out, and you turned to each other and began to dance. There were other women in the space, dancing, and seducing, and loving as they moved to the music. There were no men, this was a men free space.

You took her hands, and began to dance. Slowly, seductively, you were now both wearing silky soft shirts with no bras, your nipples brushed together, and your dance became more urgent as you consciously sought out ways to make your nipples meet, and then linger, and linger, slowly caress, Ankara escort bayan slowly rub together, slowly slowly slowly. You pulled her head down and began to kiss, a slow dance of the tongues as you brought your hips together in a warm embrace.

You worked your hands around so they were one on either side of her arse and pulled her towards you, grinding your pelvises together, feeling her heat.

“What is this place?” you asked, in a moment of separation. “I don’t know, but I like it,” she said, “we’ll have to come back tomorrow night, after we’ve made love tonight”. All around you were women, in couples, dancing slowly together, kissing, fondling, making slow love. The elphin woman came up to you and said “this is Sapphos, the Malindi house of Sapphic Erotica, no men allowed, only women, enjoy, and the rules are that there are no rules.”

“No rules?” you asked. “Surely there must be some boundaries?” she replied “The only boundary is the word No. If you say no, then it means no. There are no men here, and we enforce the No word very firmly.”

You pulled your girl into the corner onto the deep couch and said “I’m not sure this place is for me, what do you think?” “Hey, let’s spend 20 minutes here, check it out, see if it gets more interesting,” she said.

The elphin girl came up to you and sat down on the couch. “I’d like to fuck you both, but I can see that you’re an exclusive couple, so I’m offering myself as the ultimate lesbian slut, I’ll lick your cunts and teach you a few things while you kiss each other.” This stunned you both into silence, you had never heard something quite as outrageous as this before. Then you both burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Come and sit with us and tell us what you’d do.”

She slid into the seat, and took your hand and slid it under her shirt and onto her breast and slid her hand down into your pants and said “whoa, I detect wetness, I detect a turned on woman! Ladies, you can fuck here, or you can go home and fuck, but my advice is to go home and fuck, this place is for old married couples who are looking for new cunts to lick. Off you go!” And she scampered off like the elf she was.

You turned and kissed for a while, slow, soft kisses, whispering into each other’s ears what you’d like to do, getting more and more daring as you got more and more turned on:

“I want to slowly suck your nipple.”

“I want to lick my finger and slide it across your wet panties, then slowly dip it through your cunt lips, and slide it deep inside you.”

“I want to hold your breast, and lift your nipple into my mouth, and slowly, slowly, suck you harder and harder.”

“I want to lift your wet panties and slip my finger inside your cunt lips, I want to stroke them slowly, slowly, up to your clit, and then slip my finger inside you.”

“Oh fuck, I want to slip my fingers inside you and then lick your cunt and suck your clit and fuck you with my mouth.”

“I want to light a fire and then lay you back on the leather couch in your lounge and open your legs wide and kneel before you, and lick your thighs, and then slowly move upwards and part your cunt lips and begin to lick you while I feel the fire on my arse and my cunt, and I want to slip my tongue into your wetness and lick your clit and smell you and drink you and suck you.”

“And I just want to tell you I love you and love you and love you.”

“And I just want to get naked and fuck you.”

“I love you too, my sweet girl darling.”

You hadn’t even realised it, but while you had been talking, you had slipped your hand down and between her legs and her panties were soaking wet and you slipped them aside and began to gently gently gently softly stroke her cunt lips. she moaned and slid her hand up your thigh and whispered let’s get out of here or get naked or make me come right here because I can’t make you come. And you slipped two fingers just inside her cunt and she moaned and said please, please, please, let’s go to your cottage, let’s go fuck on the bed, and she brought her lips up to you and you kissed her and she drew your hand out of her cunt and smelt your fingers and came very close to coming. “Oh my god I want to fuck you so badly let’s go home and do this” she moaned and then pulled your head down and kissed you deeply, her tongue slipping and sliding with yours and she pulled your wet fingers into her mouth and added hers and then slipped her fingers down into your pants and tantalisingly caressed just the tip of your clit and your cunt and tried to get deeper and her other hand slid up and cupped your nipple and pinched and caressed and then she was back down, trying to get to your cunt, and not succeeding and you said let’s go home and she said yes.

You wandered back to the hired car in an erotic daze, stopping often to kiss and caress each other, not caring who saw you. It was a hot Malindi night, sultry and still, and every time you turned toward each other and brushed your nipples Escort Ankara together it was like an electric current.

You got into her car and as she drove off, you settled your hand between her thighs. You crept your fingers up towards her cunt and slid one, then two fingers inside her wet lips.

“Hey girl! Don’t do that, you’ll make me come before we get to your cottage. Rather tell me what you want to do to me at the other side, please, please,” she begged, a bit frazzled.

“OK, this is my fantasy.,” you said in the darkness of the road, as you kept your hand just above her cunt. “I want to light the fire, and by the firelight, and with the surf booming on the outer reefs, I want to spend forever kissing you slowly, slowly, exploring every curve of your body, talking to you, telling you how much I love you, because you are the most sexy woman in the world, and I want to slowly take off your clothes, very slowly, bit by bit, and I want to nibble and lick every part of you as I take your clothes off, and …”

“Hey, we’re home, you shameless woman,” she said, as she parked, and as she switched off the engine she pulled you towards her and began to kiss you deeply, and said “I am so turned on, let’s go inside.”

The two of you stumbled out of the car giggling, negotiated the front gate and the front door and after grabbing a bottle of white wine, lit the fire and collapsed on the leather couch in the lounge. You stood up shakily, and ventured through and put on some Buddha Bar music, turned down the lights and sank down onto the couch.

“I …” you started to say and she said “shhhh” and pulled you down and she stroked your face and said my god I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, and she slowly turned your face to her and kissed you in small kisses at first, little butterfly kisses, then deeper kisses, full lip kisses, then tongue kisses, little slidey tongue kisses then you couldn’t wait any longer and you pulled her down on you and kissed her deeply, deep tongue kisses, full lip kisses, full wet kisses, moaning, grunting, uuh, uuh kisses, and as you kissed, your breasts were rubbing together through the silkiness of your braless tops and you could feel your nipples hardening and getting ever more sensitive and your wetness growing.

You slid your hand down across her stomach, her magnificently tight stomach, down and across her arse, and then she lifted her leg and rolled her weight on to you thrusting her wet core her hot wet cunt against your thigh and you ground your wet your hot wet cunt against her and the material between you became a barrier and you stripped it off and were naked together and then lifted off your shirts and were completely naked and for a while there, just rocked back and forth, rocked back and forth, breast against breast, wet cunt against wet cunt, enjoying the wetness, enjoying the warmth, enjoying the flesh, enjoying the love, loving the love, being in love, loving loving loving each other, and then feeling it become more urgent, it seemed like hours later, slipping and sliding more urgently against each other, kissing kissing kissing and whispering talking murmuring I want you to slip your fingers inside me and feel me deep inside I want you to slide your mouth down my body and slowly lick my clit and lick my cunt while you slip your fingers inside me and finger fuck me while you lick my cunt and I want to lick your cunt at the same time and I want to love you forever and your fingers were wet with each other’s juices and you were both hovering on the edge of an orgasm and you turned together and slid your tongues down each other’s sides down until you reached her cunt and you breathed in deeply, breathed in the salty sexy cum smell of her wet cunt the smell of sex and raunch and woman and woman and woman and love.

You buried your face in it and began to lick and to suck her wonderful wetness her saltiness and then you slowed down and began a rhythm a slow lick on her clit then a slide down to her cunt lips a bit faster on her clit then open her cunt lips and slip a finger inside and … fuck she is doing exactly the same to you and you get into synch with her harden your tongue and tongue fuck her clit and she does the same to you and you slip a finger then two into her cunt and she finger fucks you.

The fire was burning strongly now and the scent of the night jasmine was strong, and you emerged dazed, and sat up, and you sat and drank in her wonderful, beautiful nakedness, and for the first time you were able to admire her and she drank you in. You looked at the fullness of her small but perfect breasts, with her nipples standing up like bullet points, the generous spread of her hips and her arse, the wetness of her cunt and her swollen lips. It was the most erotic sight you had ever seen as she sprawled back on the couch, naked, wet, wanting you, sweating, her nipples hard and erect, her cunt lips swollen and open, wet, and she leaned forward and said “fuck me”.

You slid your fingertips over the exposed flesh of her cunt, feeling the slippery wetness. Her clit was hard and swollen, wet, her lips moved to your breast. Your finger slipped between her lips and entered the hot thick wetness of her cunt.

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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person, location or situation in particular. All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen. This submission is 3rd is a series of a 4-part story about a mature man starting to model for an artist, leading to other fun sexual activities. I hope you have had fun & enjoyed reading my stories. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. I even will give you a hint of the cliff hanger in this story but not all of it. I also am planning a separate story tied into this story.

They lay together, cuddling — Kathy leaking cum down her leg — Andy tells her to hang on and the next thing you know Andy gets between her legs and starts licking her pussy and his own cum. After a few minutes of him licking her cunt, sucking out his own cum, Kathy slowly closes her legs to prevent him from continuing this to her, as no one has ever gone down on her after cumming into her, not her husband or the two lovers she had prior to Andy.

Kathy states Andy you are a kind and gentle lover, however I am a little sore and sensitive down there, can you please come up here and kiss me, then let’s shower, enjoy dinner downstairs in the nude and see what is next.

Kathy & Andy head back up to her Master Suite after a nice dinner, they lay together and start actually making gentle love to each other. Gentle kisses, tongues touching, hands exploring each other’s body. Kathy is wet again and decides to take over the lovemaking so she has Andy lay on his back and mounts him. Going up & down, slowly very slowly, on his 6.5 inches of erect penis like she is on a merry go-round horse. Andy extends his hands, reaching out to her breasts, starting to feel them, like it was his first time exploring a female’s tit. As Kathy rides Andy slowing — building him up and herself towards a climax, Andy continues to squeeze her breasts, now wetting his fingers on each hand and taking her long nipples into his fingers, pulling on them like he is milking a cow.

Kathy’s juices are flowing, making it easier for her to slide up and down Andy’s penis so she starts moving faster and riding Andy harder — tightening her pussy muscles, Andy cums first pumping his cum into her, with his cum in her, Kathy is turned on more and more, she starts to ride Andy, even harder, almost hurting him as she starts her own orgasm. After Kathy cums, she relaxes with Andy still in her, but feeling his penis starting to go down. After about 10 minutes of resting like this, Kathy goes into the en suite bathroom to wipe herself and then brings out a damp towel to wipe Andy up. The two lay together cuddling with Andy’s penis by her ass, they both fall sound asleep, exhausted after the sexual encounters and work in the studio.

Kathy & Andy wake up in bed together, Andy’s hand is covering her right breast. Kathy thanks him for a wonderful evening and great sex. Andy starts rubbing and tweaking her sensitive nipples, Kathy alerts him that he better be able to finish what he is about to start, Andy rolls over to start sucking on her nipples.

Andy’s starts getting erect and Kathy reaches down to start moving her hand up and down his dick. Andy flips around, going into a 69 and starts licking the outer folds of Kathy’s sweet pussy then Kathy take’s Andy’s cock into her mouth, sucking wildly. Even though Kathy cleaned them both up, they still each taste some of their combined juices from last night’s lovemaking.

Both are breathing heavy, almost cumming together, when Kathy stops sucking on Andy and tells him to face her and jam his dick into her hard. Andy turns to Kathy and he starts to enter her gentle for the first couple of inches than under her spell he jams it in.

The two of them are going at it like wild animals in the woods. Andy lifting her legs over his shoulders for better penetration, taking some of her pussy juice on his finger and inserting into her ass. In/out the finger past the knuckle, deeper into her asshole, pumping harder with his penis, Kathy can feel the limited hairs from his groin and finger in her ass, Andy is about to cum and Kathy’s tightens her pussy muscles around his penis, as his own balls tighten up. Both building up a sweat they finally cum together. Large streams of pussy juice squirt from Kathy mixed with Andy’s own pool of cum.

They cuddle for a few minutes and rest, as Andy starts to head towards Kathy’s pussy, she pulls him back telling him not this time, as I am much to sensitive down there for you to touch me. Andy holds off as they continue to cuddle. After about a ½ hour Kathy goes to the bathroom Ankara escort to clean up, leaking their combined fluids down her leg as she makes her way to the en suite bathroom, she pees in the toilet. Andy decides, to take some Kleenex from the bedside table to wipe his dick off. Hearing Kathy in the shower, he goes into the bathroom to also take a piss then joins Kathy in the shower.

Toweling each other off they throw on robes and head downstairs for freshly made coffee and breakfast. Over Breakfast, Kathy explains some of the next phase of the project, being brief with details. When we go into the studio, please go back by the privacy screen and put on a new pair of one of the disposable plastic wrapped paper thong type underwear for men that are there on the table, the T-shirt and come back in wearing your robe. Perplexed, Andy gives Kathy a look, she smiles and tells him not to worry, he will enjoy the next portion of her art project.

Feeling funny now dressed as he is, since Kathy has seen him in all his glory and they have made love a few times, he sees Kathy over by her easels in an open robe, wearing a black disposable strapless bra and matching G-String panty, similar to what you would wear tanning and like she had on yesterday, when they started their session together.

Kathy has Andy stand by the chair telling him to remove his robe, Andy moves to the chair and stands there as Kathy takes 2 quick snapshots and starts drawing on her easel with a piece of blue charcoal. A couple of minutes later, Andy hears movement from behind, wanting to turn around to see who is approaching but Kathy yells out to him to please hold his pose. Standing in the room now, dressed in a similar robe as he & Kathy, is the young 18-year-old teen, wearing the same eye mask, as she had on in the wall pictures.

Andy feels very funny now, seeing this beauty live and in person, as he is dressed in minimal clothing and very much exposed. Kathy explains that this is Kerry and as you can tell Andy, I have used her in some of my photos and paintings, she is 18-years-old and this is the first time she is posing with a male model. Like I did for you yesterday, we are going to take this slowly for her as well. The client has demanded, that Kerry’s eye mask must remain on throughout this project. Andy’s third middle leg was starting to move under the paper thong type underwear and all he could think of was slow down there, go down please!

Kathy noticed Andy’s excitement, even Kerry did under her eye mask, but Kathy kept things flowing and further explained, we are going to have Kerry stand next to you side by side, then you are going to put your arm around her shoulders then waist, when I tell you to. Kerry honey, please remove your robe, Kerry removes her robe and Andy notices that she is dressed just like Kathy, and Kerry shyly moves over towards and next to Andy. Kathy snaps some photos of the two, then starts drawing using black charcoal on another easel.

Stopping after 10 minutes of sketching, Kathy has Andy remove his shirt and Kerry remove her bra, Kathy tells Kerry that she will also be topless and removes her own bra covering. After seeing Kathy’s breasts exposed, very slowly Kerry removes her bra, giving Andy a quick glimpse, before she shakes her head, so that her beautiful flowing red hair covers her 32 B breasts, as Kathy starts taking more pictures of this event, Kathy explains to Kerry that they previously discussed this and that she should be the professional model that she is and relax. Finally, she pulls her Red hair behind her head to exposes her teen tits. Andy notices her rosy pink areolas and longer nipples, as his now 6.5 inches starts to move out of it’s paper covering.

Kathy tells Andy to place his right hand over Kerry’s right breast and hold it. Andy is reluctant at first but follows Kathy’s direction. Noticing Andy’s erection popping through, she is laughing to herself, knowing what this session is all about and what is on the agenda for Andy & Kerry, Kathy starts to feel some wetness in her own pussy, watching this and thinking about what is coming up next. Kathy starts taking some photos and then goes to her easel to continue some more drawing.

Kathy decides that since the atmosphere is sexual that a break is necessary and that Kerry & Andy should relax and put there robes back on. Kathy does the same. Andy excuses himself and heads off to the bathroom. Trying to take a piss, with the girls still in the studio and a major hard-on, Andy decides to pull off a quick load and masturbates himself, cuming quickly thinking about touching Kerry’s breast and what Ankara escort bayan Kathy may have coming up next in this project. Andy is thinking boy did I luck out answering a want ad! Andy finally pisses then flushes the toilet and comes back into the studio with his penis back covered again by the paper thong.

Kerry runs off herself, for a quick bathroom break and Kathy passes a bottle of water to Andy asking him what he thinks of today’s session. Andy just states UNBELIEVABLE, I never imagined I would be modeling for a beautiful woman with even a more beautiful teen girl. Kathy just states, wait the best is yet to CUM.

Kerry returns, grabbing a water from Kathy and stands next to Andy again. Everyone removes their robes and Kathy announces for this next phase, I need the both of you to remove your bottom covering. Again, shyly Kerry removes her G-string, as well Andy starts removing his own brief covering while Kathy starts to remove her own. Noticing Kerry’s fine red hairs on her small landing strip, Andy is thinking, thank goodness I jerked myself off in the bathroom or I would be shooting from just looking at this nude teen beauty. Kathy explains to the both of them, that to keep this portion of the session flowing, I am going to have the Video camera filming and also take photos, then later, at another time I will start to draw and then paint using the photos and videos as my guide.

Based on this, you both will be happy to learn that this session will flow much easier and quicker. Kathy announces, that I need the two of you to face each other, hands on the other’s shoulders and hold it. Both Andy & Kerry comply as Kathy starts snapping pictures. After a while Kathy announces, OK Kerry, I hope you are ready for this, as we discussed, when I told you about this project. Andy, I need you to cup both of Kerry’s breasts, rubbing her nipples with your fingertips. Hesitant and slowly Andy moves his hands towards Kerry’s teen perky breasts looking for confirmation from Kerry that it is ok, she shakes her head in a yes, Andy places his hands over both of her breasts then slowly rubs her long nipples. Kerry lets out a soft moan and Kathy knows this is turning both models on. Photos are snapped and after about 5 or so minutes of Andy rubbing her nipples, while massaging her lithe small breasts, Kerry is starting to get hornier, and feeling wetness forming between her own legs, Kathy tells them to please stop for the next part.

Kathy then poses Kerry sitting down in the chair next, with Andy standing directly behind her, with his hands on her shoulders and his 6.5-inch erection with pre-cum, going past her face, she is told by Kathy to turn her head sideways right where Andy’s cock is. Kathy yells out hold that pose and starts to snap pictures. With Kerry’s face and mouth almost touching his penis and after rubbing her tits/nipples, Andy starts leaking even more pre-cum.

Kathy notices this and explains to Kerry that the time has come, in her client’s project, to learn how to give a man a proper blow job. Another video camera that was added for a different view, is started, as she explains to Kerry how to give Andy a proper blow job.

Being very nervous about giving her first BJ, Kerry looks towards Kathy for further direction while Andy stands there in amazement listening to Kathy, as a teacher to a student talking to Kerry as if he isn’t in the same room.

Take your hands around his penis first to get the feel and go up and down a little, playing and touching his balls. Next, take his penis inside your mouth.

Wrap your lips around his penis like it’s a Popsicle. Take one long stroke down, from the tip to his base. You will find a rhythm as you go along and listen to Andy’s breathing. You can use your hands to help work your way into a comfortable flow.

Start humming and moaning so Andy knows you’re into it, and I am sure it will feel great for him. If you’re getting more wet from sucking him off, show him. Grab a fingertip of your pussy juice, show it to him, how wet you are from today’s session with him and lift it to Andy’s mouth so he can suck off your finger to taste your pussy juice.

Kathy continues teaching Kerry, then start alternating between sucking, swirling your tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. Andy is so, so very happy he took a load earlier during the bathroom break. He is thinking for a first time, under Kathy’s guidance, this girl knows what she is doing and making it so hard for him NOT TO CUM.

The idea is to bring him to the cusp of his orgasm, stop, take a short break before he cums, then bring Escort Ankara him to the edge again. Then mix it up by using a mouth + hand combination to rhythmically stroke in and out. Andy starts to breath very heavy signaling to both Kerry & Kathy that he has held his load long enough while this 18-year old beauty sucks him off for about 10 plus minutes. All of sudden, Kathy notices that on her own, without any direction from her, that Kerry is trying to slowly, inch by inch, deep throat Andy’s 6.5 inches.

Kerry starts choking & coughing, losing Andy’s penis from her mouth, but seeing Andy is about to shoot and catching back her normal breathing again, takes Andy’s penis back into her mouth to finish him off. Kathy tells Kerry to get ready to swallow her first load from a man and be ready, to get it all, but if you don’t, that is also ok. Andy blows like never before, he thought having sex with Kathy was some of the best orgasms & loads but having Kerry blow him, he came & came and Kerry started coughing again releasing his cock from her small mouth with his cum starting to drip down the sides of her mouth.

After a minute of two, Andy gently lifts Kerry off the chair and then sits down pulling her onto his lap, his penis slides between her legs, almost going into her pussy, feeling her wetness, he starts to kiss her, tasting his own fresh cum.

Stopping taking pictures about 3 minutes or so ago, Kathy is sitting in a chair by her easel and masturbating herself with a large paint brush then starts cumming on her own, watching as Andy and Kerry enjoy each other’s kisses with tongues moving exploring each other’s mouth with Andy moving his mouth to start nipping on her elongated nipples while squeezing her small and firm breasts with rosy pink areolas. The room smells from sweat and sex. Andy even starts rubbing Kerry’s small nub of a clit, continuing to feeling her wetness.

Kathy notices how Andy is now sitting and also that he is trying to go too far, at this time with Kerry, and yells out everyone please stop to take a break. Kathy asking both of them to head to the large shower in the master bedroom to clean up, relax, recharge, at 45 years old Kerry, as Andy needs to recharge his batteries, and us gals need to calm down, before the next photo and video session, even Kathy was so turned on, that she couldn’t take anymore photos and was glad she had two video cameras filming this life changing event for Kerry, her 18-year old daughter.

Andy helps Kerry stand up and then goes over to kiss and hug Kathy, she jumps as his penis touches are very wet & sensitive pussy. All three of them, very sexual charged head upstairs to Kathy’s large shower. Kerry’s eye mask remaining on throughout all this time with her changing quickly to a scuba type mask covering her nose and eyes looking funny as she heads into the shower. Hands go everywhere in the shower, as they gently wash & soap each other, making sure to clean each other’s nooks. They all came out of the shower, toweling each other off, Kathy dries Andy, Andy dries Kathy while Kathy dries Kerry, making sure her legs, ass, breasts and pussy are all dried off.

By now it is getting late and Kathy tells Andy & Kerry to meet her in the kitchen, all of them staying nude at this time, Kerry switched back to her other mask, (Andy has yet to see this beauty’s full face, wondering why the mask). Kathy had previously put out waters, soda, pre-made sandwiches and some food plates so everyone can re-charge. Kathy has big plans for the next Photo and video shoot.

Kathy left Kerry she is enjoying posing and the limited sex between them. They were both told by Kathy, prior to her departure, to come back into a separate room off the kitchen, un-beknown to Andy, Kerry lives in the same house with her mom and slowly leads Andy into this new room, where the lights are on but slightly dimmed, three video cameras are set up around a massage table covered in a sheet with some pillows, with a fourth camera set-up above the larger than normal table.

Kathy explains, that since Andy has given her some great sensuous massages to her, that the next part, as discussed with her client, is that Andy will give Kerry, as a thank you for the fantastic blow job, a sensuous massage. Massage oils and lotions are on the large massage table for Andy to use.

Andy helps Kerry move onto the double wide massage table, and has her lie on her front first resting her head on one of the pillows in the middle of the table.

Well folks, I hope you have enjoyed this part of the story. I decided to end the 3rd part, at this point of the story, as I am working on the middle to end this story. I have the beginning and the end, and if you have written stories, I am sure you are aware that parts of the end will be re-written as I type.

I am hoping you the reader will want more.

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“By Roman custom, it is your privilege to ask me to undress and reveal myself to you in my natural state for your intimate thorough inspection.”

“That is not necessary, pretty one. As best I know among Britons we only have that right if we consider purchasing you. But you are to be a gift to us by the Celtic soldiering auxiliaries. All the same, we can see you have a pleasing form.”

The olive colored candidate for servile companion to Floin and Cael dutifully kept her hazel almond eyes trained to the ground as she spoke through the interview in slow Greek interspersed with words which demonstrated she had some knowledge of spoken Celtic languages. It was for this reason that it was Floin who interviewed her among the 2 rough neck soldiers who regarded her a very fine and strange creature. She was not a young maiden, but far from aged either. Floin learned she was from the mysterious east in what I now believe was in lands near Damascus where the Apostle to our Lord and a founder of the Church, Paul of Tarsus started his itinerant ministry. They were impressed with tales of her widespread travels from which she had trained herself a serene and modest wisdom beyond her years.

“You ought to know that we 2 are mated soldiers, that is to say we are bonded in matters of the flesh . Do such couplings among men offend people of your culture?”

Sarai did not directly answer the question. “For me people who couple for love are granted blessings by my gods. Roman men often couple for brutality and not for love, which all people of reason regard as abomination.”

“You are as thoughtful as a priestess in practice for many moons.” For a moment Floin considered what powers of magic and healing she may have garnered just through life’s experience. He found her inscrutability charming and even seductive. This led him to his most important and leading inquiry. “Cael and I are desirous of siring a son for whom we can pass on skills that would be useful to our tribes’ people in future years. Would you be willing on occasion to open your legs to us and accept our man horns into your womanly embrace, that you may become with our child?” He nodded down to look into her eyes as he spoke, giving her permission to look them directly in the eyes by response.

Just by her reply with a hint of a grin on her lips and eyes that smiled, Floin could see she would respond in the affirmative. “As your servant. it is my duty to open my legs to receive your manly advances whenever you desire, but you should know that I have only borne a son one year shy of a ½ score years ago and he died a few years hence. I cannot be sure I have grown barren since.”

Cael and Floin decided that they would take their chances and were not disappointed. While they were away during the day in training, she kept the hut tidy and prepared tasty meals as best she could for the dearth of ready spices. Floin assisted her in the early evenings for the planting of a nearby herb garden. At night she was very touched by the gruff but extremely pleasurable groans and grunts of the two men in their lovemaking, Her ample breasts swelled with pointed nipples and her yoni flared and flowed with womanly juices. She was moved to leave her satchel on occasion and join the other two, the three of them in their nightly nudity would frolic in revelry to combinations of heated flesh. It was her great delight to receive one and then the other between her wide open legs and listen carefully as the mounted one into her would groan his moment of ecstasy to thrust his portion of seed deep where hopefully the planted womb would spring new life.

The boisterous good humored affections that the two men shared, hands and arms outstretched with hugs and firmly planted kisses were soon extended to her. For the first time since she was separated from her parents, Sarai felt truly safe. She dreaded the thought of ever being separated from her loving protectors.

All the soldiers who had woman servants would have them to assist in the brief bathing at river’s edge, and like the men, they would be bereft of all clothing. It would be the obligation of masters, through menacing looks and gestures that their bare women were unavailable to any but their masters. Sarai was a sensitive soul and she came to realize that the looks toward her from other naked men were not disrespectful but because they missed the women of their villages. While Cael was more reluctant, she convinced Floin into the arrangement of an innocent but enthralling entertainment.

She would borrow jewelry from other soldiers, gold and silver bracelets, necklaces, chains broad enough to encircle a woman’s enticing torso, and rings fashioned for both fingers and toes. These would be all that she would don in a performance at night lighted only by strategically placed campfires. It was not a dance she would perform, but a series of posed postures that complimented the beauty of her feminine litheness ~ toes and fingers often pointed, arms and legs stretched, and back Ankara bayan escort arched in artful display. She professed this was a discipline of worship from far off India that she learned from other well-traveled servants. All her feminine charms in unrestricted display, the audience of soldiers from all the training camp would cheer and stomp their feet in enthusiastic approval and appreciation. Many would heartily thank her for her performance personally and entreat her that on some occasion she must journey to their villages and teach the women there these appealing arts. She came to be always accorded all the most mannered courtesies by the soldiers hence forth.

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As it came closer to Beltane Festival, the waters of the river would not be quite so frigid, and so the men in their bathing time would linger just minutes longer at it’s edge. There was one soldier thereabouts with white hair and beard, but the form of a somewhat younger man who would ogle Cael and wink at him on occasion. Once when the other soldiers had left the riverside to warm themselves by the adjacent open fires and clothe themselves back into light practice armor, the older man approached Cael to proposition for Floin. “Your new partner has a fine form and the loaves of his behind are very enticing, Would you both be agreeable to my thrusting into him? Of course everything that is mine would be shared with you, including any future loot in battle.”

Cael knew the lecherous but jovial old soldier well and all about his attractions to younger men. He had passed on the proposition to his earlier partner, but his deceased wife had balked and only wanted to remain true to Cael. “If it would entertain you and Sarai so to see me plied and ploughed into by the lusting old battle boar, aye, I’ll lose my garb and spread my ass to be pricked there.” Floin responded sheepishly, but sincerely.

But Floin was ever blissful and joyous to be coupled with into his “yearning cunt” by another man’s heated and pulsing fleshy hard horn of good stature. Cael and Sarai hugged, tittered, and laughed with the hearty amusement of watching their beloved Floin in naked raptures squealing with pleasure as he was tossed about in all different positions, to be ravished up his availing back yoni with unrestrained vigor by a known lecher of many scores of years.

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In the old ways of the Celtic peoples when most of the plantings had been completed, the Festival of Beltane marked the beginning of the summer on their calendar at the first of May and the night before. It was less than a handful of days later that year, that the camp learned that the truce with the Romans had completely ended. All agreements were broken and it was surmised that a full force of legions would be landing from Gaul to the southern shores of Britain and at the mouth of the Thames. But trusted spies had alerted the Druid Councils and camp commanders that the first engagement would be a march to the hated Druids’ spiritual center, to the isle of Anglesey just north of the Welch peninsula. The Councils asked for the support of only small contingents , that they would invoke the gods magical powers and craft stealthy battle strategy to defeat the full force of numbered Roman legions before they could plunder the remainder of southern British countryside.

True to the prophecies that Floin knew, it was a tribal princess warrior, from just north and far east from where Floin and Cael trained., Boudicca, who emerged as the leader of British tribes in their hour of need and defense. She and her family were well known by Gwyneth’s family. Later, it was learned that the old Emperor had been killed and as rumored by his own family as was also prophesied by the old man himself. He had been succeeded by his young great-nephew, Nero, whom it was thought in his idle incompetence would hastily plan an ill-prepared new assault on the isles.

After much counsel, Queen Boudicca decided to take advantage of the absence of legions at their strongholds in the south and east, while concentration of legions marched to Anglesey in the west . Tribal troops would assault and maraud Colchester, London, and other Roman settlements thereabouts. She waa greatly heartened by the news that almost all the tribes’ people aligned with the Romans in the initial invasion had abandoned them and would now unite with all other Celts. Boudicca was instructed carefully in the tactic and technique of Roman formations, how they were disciplined in heavy armor to stand together in tight regiment, as if to fight as a handful of thick skinned beasts. For this reason, she decided soldiers would engage in the familiar Pict style – burdened only with short sharp weapon and hard lacquered wicker shields, they would be swift in naked assault to force breeches in Roman formation quicker than the enemy had the ability to regroup.

Wearing only mostly blue garish war paint and hair cut short and greased into color painted spikes, the mass of howling naked Escort bayan Ankara men in the seeming disarray would seem like so many wild animals to fright the Romans from the discipline of their ranks. If the perception was that the opponents of Rome in combat are so many savage barbarians, then why not exceed the expectation in horrid terrors? They would practice their nude battle maneuvers for only 10 days before group migration, not in marching formations but columns of swift hiking in song and battle chants. Their beards were cut short and their hair shortened and slicked into random spikes. Cael and Floin were painted blue by Sarai with intricate designs of wild beasts and birds of prey. She was able to bargain for a rare small fine bristled brush which she could use to paint small detail on the lingums of both men she loved with such fervor.

Sarai assisted the other women servants and other women from nearby villages in gathering provisions including donations. She would be joining other women at the end of the parade of advancing men. The gods were invoked in prayer to bring good fortune to the soldiers every evening. The day arrived for the start of the advance to the south and the east, and the soldiers were in high spirits singing and yelping their battle cries. The assembly of phalanxes made good progress each day. When passing each village, the enthusiasm of the devilishly painted naked men was infectious. Young men in the village would grab a sharp weapon or farming tool, toss aside all their garments and join them. Young maidens would hoot and laugh at the cheeky painted designs on the bare buttocks of so many men, they would volunteer more food, animal skins or blanketed weave to join the other women at the end of the parade to assist the provisioning and nursing of their tribes’ brothers in battle.

In less than a week, the phalanxes joined up and it was only another day before they arrived for their assault on Colchester. Boudicca was astonished at how poorly defended it was. The whole garrison town was routed and set aflame. Almost the entire mass of Roman settlers thereabouts were killed. Just as her soldiers in command were grouping in preparation for assaults elsewhere, she learned from scouts that a legion of foot soldiers was advancing in the west to retake the settlement. Many of the phalanx marched out from the town to meet them and they were dashed and dispersed at the warrior woman’s command. It was then that the Roman prelate to govern all the isles was killed by severing his head to be displayed as trophy. The phalanxes next marched further south and west to London. The great trade center was equally undefended , routed, and set ablaze. It was later learned that the leader of the legions, Paulinus realized that he could not assemble sufficient defenses in time and had urged the merchants and other settlers to flee to the west.

The next target of the phalanxes was to be the nearby settlement of Veralamium to the north and west of devastated London. Cael and Floin were ordered to join a scouting party on horseback to survey in advance for the presence of legion soldiers who may engage the mass of tribes’ men. It was then that a small party of Roman scouts surprised them and wounded Cael with a “gladius” on one side near his waist. It was thought that the wound was not so deep that Cael could survive the injury in travel. A gurney was hastily crafted and Floin and a provision boy hastened to move Cael across the landscape to home encampment and be nursed back to good health.

In the ensuing days, they would spend nights at villages who hosted many of the wounded warriors attended by many of its women. Sarai was alerted to Cael’s predicament and was able to ascertain after 2 days which village Cael and Floin were bivouacked for the night. The women were all affectionately devoted to their nursing charge, so much so that they were eager to administer the suckle to the man horns of the wounded, to affect the healing powers inherent when a man is prompted to discharge his seed. Cael’s wound was considered not sufficiently healed for him to be privileged to submit to this technique. The next day they heard that Veralamium too had been routed, looted and burned. But bad news also came in learning that the great measure of the Druids had been killed at Anglesey, their treasures of magical icons, stone carvings, scrolled books of parchment and papyrus all ransacked and destroyed. The great mass of legions would soon be on the march to the south and prepared to engage the defending warriors in their naked rage of hostility, but a little weary from their previous assaults.

After 10 days, Floin and Sarai finally arrived at their small hut in the mostly abandoned encampment. They managed to improve a sleeping satchel with more straw and coverlets for more comfortable convalescence. They were alarmed that while his condition had not worsened, their much beloved companion was little improved. Both Floin and Sarai prepared a Bayan escort Ankara salve made from the herbs of their garden to gently anoint his wound. Then Cael seemed to improve and even spoke in humor. Floin became bold enough to suckle the horn of his lover and was encouraged by the depth of the flavor and healthy quantity in the output of seed that burst from the quivering opening of a responsive organ.

It was the next day however that Cael turned a chalky color and his breathing labored, The next day yet his color restored, he ate better, and he rested comfortably. As darkness flooded the encampment and the nightly fires were lit, the injured man became weak and complained of poor vision. Long before sunrise the next day, he breathed his last.

Before the next dusk, other soldiers and nearby towns people assisted to cremate Cael’s remains in a dignified funeral while Floin and Sarai grieved bitterly for a soldier they knew of tremendous warrior reputation, but personally to them was all love and sweetness that the gods could conjure in the human heart.

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In only another day or so, word arrived at the camp that clash of forces between the opposing parties in south central Britain so much anticipated did transpire, but that the Celtic phalanxes were defeated and great quantities captured. The great clash occurred near the village at the base of the hill of High Cross. This would be near the junction of the future great roads of Wattling Street and Posse Way. Reports differed that commanding Boudicca was either slightly wounded but succumbed to her injuries later all the same, or that she killed herself when realizing all was lost. There would be no defending large tracts of the isles, now.

The best considered opinion was to surrender all weapons and facilities when legion forces would arrive to secure the encampment. In almost a physical desperation, Sarai clung to Floin for fear that the occupying victors would separate them. But for all his grief and sorrow, Floin endeavored to make himself useful to the Romans in ways that might offer him and Sarai a better future than would be the lot for the usual captured warrior. They at least had garb to cover themselves. It was reported that the Romans would make their captured prisoners labor at their behest completely naked, never allowing them any way to clothe themselves since battle, even to shiver uncovered at night.

The Romans did provide them better privileges and food when Floin volunteered his services for being able to speak reasonably well in both Greek and Latin. For tribunes from the east who were Greek speakers, he translated for the interrogations of tribes’ people who were accused of actively collaborating in the rebellion. Floin was shocked and ashamed to witness the abuses inflicted on the accused as such. But they let him keep Sarai and she tried to console her mourning and dispirited master. She would open her legs at night and encourage him to couple with her, but he seldom responded to her urgent entreaties. Others including friendly Romans would warn them that when Floin ceased to be so useful, Sarai would be stricken from him. He could be shipped off across the channel to Gaul in shackles where other surviving soldiers of good form were being pressed into the “ludus”, to be trained to fight as gladiators for the sporting amusement of those resided almost anywhere in the vast Empire. Because of skills with languages, reading and writing, numbers and mathematics, he could be sold to a wealthy family to tutor young children, or consigned to work in the hellish fires of multiple forges for the remainder of his days. If it was learned of his student activity in the Druid academy, his days would be certainly numbered despite his utility.

One night, with the assistance of other laboring servants, they escaped the supervision of Roman authority and snuck off to the Welch peninsula, their way lit only by moonlight. They had a forged parchment of passage rights and this allowed them to escape to a small seaside port where they arranged for passage on a boat to cross the western sea to the Emerald Isle. They paid for that passage with services of couplings of the flesh and their own wits. Nothing more is known of the fate of the legendary Floin and his exotic Sarai from then on.

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I cannot know how distant a time this account will be encountered by curious readers and so I write just a few words of how things changed for Britons under Roman rule. The Romans demanded great tribute from us, and extended hated bondage, especially from the women. They extracted annually great quantities of Cornwall tin, fresh sheered wool, dried mutton, salted fish, harvested wheat and barley, apples. But the central isle was rewarded with great feats of engineering ~ a network of cleared and paved roads and some aqueducts to improve irrigation and supply of fresh water. The winters turned of a much milder disposition and Romans brought green vines, the fruit of which provides welcome refreshment. The increase of prosperous commerce was advanced beyond the imagination of Celtic peoples ever before. The conquerors have protected us from tribes in the north hostile to both native Britons and Romans alike.

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Dana and I had been seeing each other for about 18 months. We had known each other for 10 years or so prior to that as co-workers for two different employers. She was gorgeous! She was a tick taller than me, standing right around 5′ 10″, with wavy, shoulder length, light brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a smile that would light up a room. One of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Even though she was in her late 30s she still has a totally rockin’ bod! 38DD’s that, as Bob Seger would say, stood way up firm and high, a tight little waist, and legs that stretched to the sky. Me? I stand about 5′ 9″, back then I weighed about 200 lbs and was in really good shape. Dark brown hair starting to show some gray in the temples, hazel eyes, a bright smile surrounded by a goatee, and a hearty laugh that was quick to come.

Our employer decided we needed the latest and greatest estimating software. This six-figure software included off-site training with on-site follow up training. Of course, Dana, our estimator, would be sent to the training. And, being her immediate supervisor, it only made sense that I be sent also. So Dana and I packed our bags and flew from our homes in cold and gloomy Indiana in the middle of winter for 4 nights and 5 days of training in warm and sunny Phoenix, Arizona. By this time Dana and I had been working much closer together than we had at our previous employer and had become quite comfortable around each other. We were actually pretty excited about this trip. Not so much because we were going to be alone together. More because, even though we knew our days were going to be filled with software training, we also knew our evenings were going to be free to explore an area neither one of us had ever been to. Better yet, on the company’s dime!

That’s how it all started. Two and a half days of mind-numbingly intense software training, each followed by just the two of us having dinner and drinks. This is when she informed me that she wasn’t happy in her marriage and – this blew me away – that she had a crush on me at our first employer! She couldn’t believe I didn’t know. “Why do you think, every time you came back to visit everybody after you left, I found a reason to come into your department, silly?” As you have probably gathered by now, by that last night in Phoenix we were no longer staying in separate rooms. I wound up being in her room. You didn’t have to be around Dana very long to realize she was a people pleaser. She was more worried about the people around her being pleased than herself. I always wondered if that carried over to the bedroom. Much to my delight, it did. That’s when I found out she loved to fuck…she liked it a lot.

Now fast forward 18 months. Dana and I no longer worked together but were still seeing each other. By this time I was divorced but she was till with her husband. Now that we no longer worked together, we didn’t see each other every day. We saw each other a couple times a week and then every other weekend, when I didn’t have my son. No more getting a whiff of her sweet smell every day. No more blow jobs under the desk. No more flashing of her tits when I walked past her office. None of that. We had talked about her leaving her husband and moving in with me but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Dana came over on her usual Tuesday night. We grabbed some dinner and then headed straight to the bedroom, where we fucked like rabbits. I’m not stupid. Get laid before you have “the talk.” She sensed something was up, though.

“Dana, we need to talk.”

“About?”

“This. Us. I don’t even know how to say it, so I’m just gonna say it. This isn’t working for me. When I could see you every day, that was one thing. But now? We talked about you leaving Dave, and yet you’re still with him. It just kills me knowing that you’re laying with someone else every night instead of me.”

“But Dave and I haven’t had sex in forever! I swear!”

“No, you say that. But it kills me knowing you’re in his bed and not mine.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I think we’ve run our course. I think it’s time for both of us to move on.”

“Don’t say that! I don’t want to lose you! I can’t lose you!”

“You know what to do.”

“But…but…I can’t leave Dave.” Tears were streaming down her face now.

The conversation went on something like this for quite awhile. She finally got dressed and left the building crying, nearly inconsolable. I felt terrible. But I knew it had to be done for both of our sakes.

Wednesday and Thursday went by. Friday afternoon I got a text from Dana. “Can I come over 2nite?” My response was “R you leaving Dave?” “I can’t.” “Sure, come over. You’ve got some stuff here.”

She showed up at my little one bedroom apartment a little after dinner looking totally smokin’ hot. She was dressed in those Daisy Duke shorts and a crop top that I love so much. I got an instant hard on.

“I put your stuff together in the bedroom.”

She placed one hand gently on my chest and the other gently on my cheek. “Please, Mark…”

“No, Dana, Ankara escort my mind’s made up.”

With that she drew me close and planted a hot, passionate kiss on my lips. I could feel her nipples poking through her top on my chest.

I broke the kiss. “”Dana…”

“I know, I know, you’ve made up your mind,” she said with a trembling voice. She looked into my eyes. “How about one more time? Just one more time?” I felt her hand on my already hard cock.

“One more time, huh?”

“Please. One more time.”

My mind raced. I had a thought. Several actually. I could feel the crooked smile crossing my face. “How about one more night?” I said, emphasizing “night”.

“Night?” Her mood brightened.

“Night. You’ll do exactly what I say. We do what I want for as long as I want. That’s the deal.”

“Anything you say?”

“That’s the deal.”

She planted another long, passionate kiss on my lips while her hand rubbed my crotch. My hand found it’s way up her top and started pinching her nipples.

“Yes. Yes! Whatever you want, as long as you want, all night.”

“Good. Come with me.” I grabbed her hand and led her to the living room. I turned her back to my patio on the first floor. “Now suck my cock.” Without the slightest hesitation she had my pants unzipped and was gobbling my cock like a starving woman at Thanksgiving. As hard as I was, and as horny as I was, I knew this wouldn’t take too long.

Dana loved giving head. And she was good at it. One of her hands would always find it’s way to her pussy. This time was no different. She had her hand stuffed down her shorts, moaning from the touch of her own hand on her clit. I pulled her top off over her head, freeing those incredible tits. My hands were on the back of her head, helping her with the rhythm. Her other hand was holding the shaft of my cock, tugging at the base.

We were both lost in the moment. Then I felt a presence. I knew the drapes to the patio were open. I looked out and could see one of my neighbors, Steve, in the darkness, just beyond the light my kitchen light was casting. He was absolutely entranced at the sight of her head bobbing up and down on my cock. What could I do at this point? I don’t know how long he’d been there or just how well he could see inside. I gave a devilish grin and simply gave him the thumbs up. He smiled and gave me the thumbs up back. Apparently he could see inside fairly well. At that point I held my hand up to my lips to say “shhhhhhhh”. He nodded in reply.

My breathing became heavier and her pace quickened. My grip on the back of her head tightened. “I’m…gonna…cum…” Her lips moved away and she started to furiously stroke the beast with both hands. In no time I shot a huge load all over her face and tits. Her tongue rolled around the edge of her lips, licking what she could. With one hand still on the shaft, her other hand scooped a little cum from her tits and lifted it to her mouth, sucking it dry. Then she started to rub what was left around on her tits.

“Mmmmmm, that was yummy, ” she purred. “How was that?”

“That was awesome…for starters.”

“Starters?!” She almost squealed.

“Remember? Whatever I say, for as long as I say.”

“I remember,” she said with a sly grin and a twinkle in her eye.

“Go take a quick shower, get cleaned up. We’ve only just begun.” She sprang up and practically ran to the bathroom. “Go to the bedroom when you’re done.”

While Dana went to the shower I went to the patio door and flipped the patio light on. Steve was still standing there.

“Like the show?” I asked.

“Dude, that was awesome!”

Steve was a good guy, nice looking I guess. I’m guessing late 20s-early 30s built similar to me but 10-15 years younger.

“If you liked that, stick around.” He got a confused look on his face. “Do you know how to record video on this?” I showing him my cell phone.

“Duh. Who doesn’t?”

“Perfect. Give me 15-20 minutes. When I come around that corner start recording. And keep your mouth shut!”

“Got it,” and he grabbed my phone, looking it over. I left the patio light on and went back to the bedroom.

I went to my closet and pulled out an old, long sleeved, button up denim shirt of mine and threw it on the bed. Then I went over to my night stand and pulled out a pair handcuffs and a sleep mask I had for just such occasions as tonight and threw them next to the shirt.

A few minutes later she came bouncing out the shower with a towel wrapped around her that barely covered her. She looked like a cat that had just gotten the canary. I have no doubt she fingered herself to orgasm while she was in there. She walked straight over to me and planted another long, hot kiss on my lips while rubbing my cock through the shorts I had put on.

“Now what?” she whispered in my ear. I reached over and grabbed the cuffs and mask off the bed. She practically squealed and gave a childlike clap of her hands.

I pointed at the shirt laying on the bed. “Put that on first.” The towel dropped to the floor, revealing Ankara escort bayan that incredible, tan body. She threw the shirt on and buttoned it up. I shook my head. “Uh huh,” and unbuttoned it down far enough to reveal the cleavage those 38DD’s created. The tips of the shirt reached just far enough to cover her goodies down south.

I handed her the blindfold which she eagerly threw on. She held out her arms for the handcuffs, but I only used one cuff on the left arm. I grabbed her hand and proceeded to lead her out of the bedroom.

“Where we goin’?”

“You’ll see.”

When I rounded the corner into the living room, leading Dana by the hand, I saw Steve, just beyond the patio, raise the phone. Now I just hoped he was actually recording! I held my finger to my mouth reminding him to shush.

I lead her to the patio entrance and stopped. I opened the patio doors and cuffed her left arm to the patio door handle.

“Isn’t this the patio door?”

“Yep,” I said as I placed myself between her and the door, pushing her to her knees, and pulling out my semi-hard cock.

“What are we going to do?”

“Well, first you’re going to suck my cock.”

“Oh, you think so, huh?” she said almost giggling.

“I’d be willing to bet on it,” I said as I pulled her face to my crotch. That was all it took for her grab the shaft with her right hand and swallow my cock whole.

She removed it from her mouth long enough to ask “What if somebody sees us?”

“What? Because nobody’s seen you give me a blow job before? Hell, there’s a video of it on the web that has over 10,000 views of it.”

“This is true,” she said, just before licking the under side of the shaft.

“I’d be willing to bet somebody’s watching right now,” I said as I winked in Steve’s direction. “Admit it, that makes you hot,” as I reached down to pinch a nipple. She nodded her head in agreement.

I could feel my cock hardening with each bob of her head. “What they haven’t seen, as far as I know, is you taking a cock in the ass.”

She stopped for a second, then looked up at me even though she couldn’t see me with the blindfold. “I love getting fucked in the ass,” she purred.

“What was that? I didn’t hear what you said.” I just wanted to make sure the recording Steve was making heard it loud and clear.

She spoke up. “I love…having your big, fat cock…in my ass.”

“Good girl, I know you do. And, as soon as you get me good and hard, that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.” She gave a muffled squeal.

The longer her head bobbed the harder I got. Her hand had left the shaft and found her naked pussy. Her breathing was getting harder and deeper. And I could see a bulge in Steve’s pants.

I pulled my hands away from her tits and stopped her bobbing head. I reached under her arms and pulled her up to a standing position. “Is your ass ready for this.” She nodded her head aggressively in approval, a sly smile crossing her face.

Once upright, because of how she was cuffed to the patio door, she could only spin to face Steve and the recording full frontal. She put her left hand on the edge of the patio door and her right hand on the door jam, bracing for what she thought was about to come. She even started to bend over, thrusting her ass in my direction.

“Oh no no, not just yet,” I told her, grabbing her waist and pulling her back up to me.

“But I thought…”

“Soon enough,” I said as I snuggled in on her neck, pulling her tight to me. I reached around and started to unbutton the front of the shirt.

“No no,” she said, grabbing my hand.

I unbuttoned one more button. That left the bottom three left. I reached in with my left hand and started playing with her breasts, while my right hand went down to her pussy and her throbbing clit. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. Her hand went for my hand inside the shirt.

“What? Why not?” I asked.

“People will see. People will see you fingering me.” She let out a small groan.

“Seriously? You’re okay with people seeing you with a cock in your mouth, you can’t wait to get fucked in the ass where they can see, but you draw the line at my fingers in your pussy?”

“I’m so close to cumming. I want to cum with your cock in my ass.”

I pulled my hand out from under her shirt and my fingers out of her pussy. Then I finished unbuttoning the shirt and pulled it open for all to see, especially Steve and his video. A gasp escaped from between her lips. I grabbed her tits with both hands. “Okay, if you insist. Bend over.”

Once again she braced herself for what was coming.

I rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy lips, brought it up, and barely inserted the very tip in her ass. No lube would be required tonight, her juices had flooded the area. The moment my cock touched her ass she let out a sexy moan.

“Tell me what you want,” I asked.

“Fuck me.”

“What’s that?”

“Fuck me. Fuck my ass!”

I grabbed her hips and, unlike previous times, drove it into her ass balls deep in one thrust. Escort Ankara She let out a guttural groan like I’d never heard out of her before. Her back arched. Her head flew back. As I pulled back she relaxed a bit and gathered her breath. I drove it balls deep again and got almost the same physical reaction.

“Oh my GOD!” she screamed. “Holy shit! Oh my god, yes!” She was in pure ecstacy.

After a few more of those ass pounders I slowed to a more normal pace. I took one hand off her hip and reached around. Her pussy was absolutely drenched, juices running down her leg. She quivered as I touched her hardened clit.

“You like that?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Oh fuck yes! Don’t you fucking stop!”

I almost forgot Steve was there. There he stood. He’d pulled his cock out, stroking it with one hand, holding the phone in the other. He was a little smaller than I was and definitely not as thick. I again held up my hand to my lips telling him to shush. Then I wagged my finger at him to come closer.

“Hey man, why don’t you take your dick out of your hand and come over here and grab her tits.” Dana’s ass literally puckered, she gasped, and Steve’s jaw dropped. Again I gave the shush sign. “She loves to have her tits played with when she’s getting pounded in the ass, but I can’t reach ’em. If you’re lucky she’ll even suck your dick.”

“Who’s there?! How long have they been there?!”

“Long enough to have a raging hard on,” I told her.

Steve came close enough for me to grab the phone from him, and I turned it around, switching back and forth from him and the back of her head to my cock pounding her ass. He wasted no time reaching down to grab her amazing tits with both hands, his stiff cock practically slapping her in the face.

Without missing a beat she lifted her head and swallowed his pole like a champ. Steve let out a massive groan and “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck.” Again I reminded him to shush.

This went on for several minutes. Dana had already cum once, shortly after swallowing Steve’s sword. I could tell Steve wasn’t going to last much longer. There wasn’t going to be any shushing him this time.

He had both hands on the back of her head, fucking her face. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…I’m gonna…cum…I’m gonna…” He let out a moan and dumped what must have been a massive load into her mouth. I could see droplets of cum escaping her mouth onto the patio cement. He finished pumping and pulled his already softening dick from her mouth.

I quickly handed the phone to Steve. Hopefully he could hold it steady enough to get some decent footage.

Dana followed suit almost immediately. “Oh my god! Cumming! Cumming! I’m cumming!” Her body quivered like never before. She was having a massive orgasm! Her ass puckered up so much around my cock I could barely continue the ass pounding.

Dana had no sooner finished when I pulled out of her ass and spun her half way around. I proceeded to shoot a load, missing her open mouth and hitting her chin and neck, cum flowing down onto her tits. What a beautiful sight!

I grabbed the phone from Steve. We gave each other the thumbs up and he disappeared into the night. I helped her up from her knees. I knew what was coming next.

She wiped some of the cum from her chin with her finger and licked it clean. I pulled the blindfold off and unlocked the cuff.

“Who was the other dick?”

“How’d you like that? Did you enjoy it?’

“OMG, yes! I’ve never done that before, taken two at one time.” She paused. “So who was the other dick?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, I guess not. I’d just like to know. So who was it? Somebody you know? A friend of yours? Did you set that whole thing up in advance?”

“Honestly, I have no idea who that was.” A look of shock raced across her face. “Somebody was passing by and stopped to watch the show. He had such a raging hard on, I felt bad for him.” Her eyes widened and jaw dropped..

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Nope, serious as a heart attack,” I replied with a sly grin and a twinkle in my eye. “Go get cleaned up, we’re not done yet.”

“Really?! What else do you have planned?” She hadn’t recovered from the information she was just fed.

“Just go get cleaned up.”

She sauntered back into the bathroom for her second shower of the night. I have no doubt her mind was racing after that little episode, wondering what could possibly be in store next. I quickly checked some of the video on my phone. Awesome. That should get a few hits after I post it.

While she was in the shower I went through her clothes I had laid out on the bed, thinking she’d be taking them home shortly after she arrived. I knew exactly what I was looking for. Ahhh, there it is.

She came out of the shower, this time not even bothering with the towel.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Put this on.” I handed her one of my favorite outfits she owned. A little summer dress, yellow with white flowers, that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Not even mid thigh, more like one-quarter thigh, with thin little spaghetti straps, reaching down to a top that just barely contained those 38DDs, and a nice, little slit right in the middle of the top, showing off some nice cleavage. Easy access to everything. I loved this dress!

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Kaylee stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day to leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Matt picked her up to go to the movies, but as luck would have, at five to five another customer walked through the door.

Kaylee groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs. Kaylee moved towards the 21 year old lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?”

“Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kaylee directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

Kaylee helped the lady slip off her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot, and while Kaylee adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasping sound! Kaylee looked up to see if everything was okay, Ankara escort but the woman caught her with a steady gaze, giving her no sign of there being a problem.

Kaylee made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black leather pumps. The lady nodded and Kaylee went to the back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn, and after working the heal back and forth, the foot finally settled neatly in place. Picking up the other shoe Kaylee repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?”

They feel pretty good, and please call me Nickie,” answered the older woman. “Well, Nickie, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kaylee. Nickie stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs and Kaylee couldn’t help but notice that for a moment, this woman had a very nice figure.

After several moments Nickie sat back down, but this time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs giving Kaylee a perfect view of the tops of her black stockings! Nickie said that these would be fine but that she wanted another pair, but in suede, so Kaylee Ankara escort bayan again went to the store room and picked out another pair! After sitting back down, she began pulling off the black pumps that Nickie had just tried on, but as she began to tug on the heal of one of the shoes, Nickie slightly spread her legs to reveal a very bare shaved pussy.

Kaylee stared for a moment but removed the shoes as if nothing had happened. She wasn’t sure, but she felt that Nickie may have exposed herself on purpose! Picking up the suedes she started to put on the right shoe on Nickie’s foot, but this time, only more overtly, Nickie spread her legs and held them open! Now Kaylee could plainly see the bare pussy, and while taking a longer look, Kaylee could see that Nickie was in a state of high sexual excitement as her crack glistened with juice that had leaked from her pussy!!!

Making no attempt to hide her intentions Nickie flexed her pelvic muscles which made her lips open and close slightly! Breathing harder now, Nickie asked in a low voice, “Dear would you please massage my foot, it seems to have a cramp?” Looking around the store to make sure no one was watching, Kaylee took Nickie’s foot into her hands and softly Escort Ankara rubbed the arch, feeling her whole body stiffen as she gently rubbed the pretty foot.

Kaylee was now caught up in the game, and leered more boldly at the gaping slit between the older woman’s legs as she was now unashamedly exposing her genitals to the young girl! Kaylee looked back up and said, “You’re quite the slut aren’t you?!?” The near dirty talk made Nickie let out with a soft moan. “Are you going to cum you little cunt,” pressed Kaylee?

“Oh yes,” the now shaking lady answered! Kaylee could now see that the bare pussy was now beginning to spasm out of control as the fat lips began to open and close erratically as her orgasm began to build up in her cunt! Kaylee giving a quick look around the store, and when she was satisfied that the coast was clear, she buried her index finger deep into the gaping pussy, and after only two or three quick thrusts, Nickie’s whole body stiffened while a vicious orgasm wrenched her shaking pussy!!! Afterwards, she slumped over in the chair waiting for her cum to subside and her breathing to return to normal before announcing softly, “I’ll take both pairs of pumps, wrap them up.”

As Nickie left the store, another salesgirl named Judy came over and said, “Nice sale at the end of the day Kay!” All Kaylee said was, “Yeah, nice sale”! But little did Kaylee know but Matt had witnessed what had just happened between her and Nickie, his sister.

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Note: This is the eighth chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven’t read Chapters 1-7, this section won’t make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there’s a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up.

Day 7

Wednesday, June 17

Charleston, SC to Sumter, SC

Well… this might change things.

The bathroom mirror was covered with thick fog, thanks to my gargantuan 45-minute shower, starring water so hot it could peel the paint off a Porsche. That was just as well, because I had no desire to look at myself at the moment.

How the fuck could I have let this happen?

More importantly, how the hell was I going to tell Kelly?

More than that, how was I going to cope if she got disgusted and never wanted to talk to me again?

Of all the uncomfortable things that had happened this evening, that was the least comforting thought of all.

It was well after 3 a.m., and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the difference a day makes. Twenty-four hours ago, I’d just finished breaking bratty little Beth of her massive attitude problem and was sleeping peacefully 50 feet from the Atlantic Ocean.

Now, about the only good thing I had was a belly full of pancakes and eggs from the local IHOP. The bad things? By my estimation, there were three.

1. A seven-hour drive that needed to start no later than 6 a.m.

2. The hangover had decided not to wait until after I woke up this time, so the only thing stronger than my desire to stab my temples with a pitchfork was my desire to vomit all over this Days Inn. The shower had helped some, but not nearly enough.

How the hell did this happen? And why did I let it keep going?

Those were the questions in my head as I wandered out of the bathroom, in the general vicinity of the king-size bed parked in the middle of the room. I’d asked myself those very things so many times the past three hours that the questions might as well have filed citizenship papers in my cerebral cortex.

I found a clean pair of boxers from my duffel bag and collapsed onto the bed. As my head hit the pillow, my left knee hit something else. I moved my hand down to find and remove the interfering object, but it was my cell phone. Which brought back…

3. A ridiculously tough phone call I had to make.

Kelly.

It was after 3 a.m. here, but only a little after 1 a.m. her time. She’d probably be driving home right now, no doubt waiting for that familiar ringtone to go off. She’d crack a huge smile, pick up the phone and drop some kind of line that, despite my current state, would make both heads deliriously happy.

Then, I’d tell her the truth and listen while she turned those curse words against me and hung up without so much as saying goodbye.

Maybe I wouldn’t call tonight, I thought. It wasn’t appealing, the idea of leaving Kelly hanging when I’d promised I would call. But my head was pounding, my stomach was pulling a gymnastics routine that would make an 85-pound Chinese teenager proud, and my brain was wrapped in a sheet of cellophane.

Yes, I thought. The smart thing would be to wait until I could think clearly. Definitely. Easiest no-brainer in the history of mankind.

So of course, my fingers punched her speed dial, and my ears waited patiently for her voice.

“Great timing,” she said. “I just finished a little mini-fantasy about you bending me over the chair in my office and pounding me while the rest of the crew cleaned and closed up.”

See?

“Hold that thought,” I said. “And all the details that go with that thought, too, because I definitely need to hear this in its entirety at some point.”

“At some point,” she agreed. “But reality is better than fantasy, and I’m guessing you have some reality to tell me?”

“I do, but…” I started. It wasn’t like me to mince words, and even though she’d only known me for a week, she knew that.

“Brad? Everything ok?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” I trailed off again.

“What did you do?”

I’ve never been one to lie or even wait to tell the truth when it’s going to be a sticky situation. So, I came out with it.

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

12 hours earlier…

The Shell station looked like it had been built before people actually needed to buy gas.

The store itself was a cross between a condemned barn and the type of trailer you see a lot of on the Weather Channel during tornado season. The cheap aluminum overhang was one nasty gust of wind from collapsing on anyone stupid enough to park under it, the pumps themselves were probably the last gas pumps in America without a credit card reader, and the sign with the prices was missing about half its numbers. The parking lot butted up against thick woods that were undoubtedly hiding bodies.

So why had I been parked at this God-forsaken gas station a few miles south of Santee, South Carolina, for the past 30 minutes, with my doors locked and the engine Ankara escort running?

Well, Robin Williams put it best: God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to run one at a time.

And with what Kelly’s voice was doing to me on the other end of the phone, my penis currently had the floor. That would have been blatantly obvious to anyone who peered through my windows, and I hadn’t even touched my dick since I’d left Charleston. Breathing took a concentrated effort, so driving was completely out of the question.

“Jesus, Brad,” she panted, raising my body temperature by another degree or two. “You’ve turned me into a bubbly pool of goo.”

“You?” I asked, my breathing every bit as heavy as hers. “You obviously have no idea what you do to me, Kelly. None.”

She giggled softly, clearly coming down off her orgasmic blissful high as slowly as possible. “Seriously, baby. I’m gonna have to change my sheets.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed, audibly smacking my lips together. “Tasty.”

“God, I wish,” she said. So did I.

Instead of the normal game we usually played, where I teased and tortured Kelly until I told her to cum for me, I’d simply told her the story of what happened the night before. Before I began, I told her I was only going to stop when she came. I wanted her to play with herself continuously, and make herself cum as many times as possible. The story started when I got to the bar, and I didn’t stop until Beth was passed out on the desk.

My unofficial scoreboard had her at six, and with each orgasm, my jeans and my cock were ratcheting up preparations for war.

“Brad?” she asked, turning my four-letter name into a five-syllable word. The way she said it, it almost needed an ‘R’ rating.

“Yeah, baby?”

“My clit is still throbbing.”

I won’t lie — I actually shuddered, and I groaned into the phone. If my cock hadn’t been so constricted, I’m pretty sure I’d have cum right there in my pants.

“So I guess you liked that, huh?” I asked. I know — dumb question.

“Oh, fuck, yeah I did,” she said. “I can barely move right now.”

“What was your favorite part?” I asked.

“Oooh,” she moaned. “When you threw me on the bed, and forced your cock down my throat.”

Jesus, I thought silently. Her saying that, and replacing Beth with herself in the story, was unbelievably hot.

“Or…” she continued, “maybe it was when you forced me to shout to the people on the beach before you’d let me cum.”

I was about to make a comment, but she kept going.

“Oh, no,” she said. “It was definitely right at the end, when you came all over my tits, and my face, and in my mouth.”

“You know if I wasn’t on the set of Deliverance right now, I’d be shooting cum all over my car, right?”

That made her moan, too. “I’m sorry, baby,” she said, making sure I knew she was anything but. “Am I making things uncomfortable for you?”

“Incredibly.”

“It serves you right,” she said.

“For what?”

“For telling me the hottest thing you’ve ever told me, and not actually being here in person to follow through.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

“Oh,” she said. “You mentioned something about cops in your text this morning.”

I laughed. “Yeah.”

“You didn’t get arrested, did you?”

“No,” I answered. “Let’s just say, Beth will never be accused of being a quiet girl.”

“Disturbing the peace?”

“Yep,” I answered. “Two different complaints. One from the hotel, and one from outside on the beach.”

“Nice!” she exclaimed. “They give you a ticket?”

“Surprisingly, no,” I said. “I think the guy was impressed about me making her get permission. He said he’d never heard anything like that before.”

“Ooh, look,” she said. “Your creativity is good for something besides getting me off 30 times a day. It got you out of a ticket.”

I chuckled. She wasn’t ready to change the subject yet.

“So, besides talking to the cops,” she said, “what was your favorite part?”

“Geez,” I said, ignoring the thing about the cops. “I don’t know. I guess, the overall feeling of just being so totally in control. Taking what I wanted. She’d been a huge bitch all night, and honestly, it just felt good to knock her down a couple pegs.”

“I bet it did,” she said. “I’ll have to remember to do something like that in the future, if you’ll promise to do the exact same thing to me.” She giggled again. “But really, what was your favorite specific thing about it?”

“Honestly?” I asked.

“Of course, Brad,” she said.

“Telling you all about it right now.”

She was quiet for a few moments, but her heavy breathing into the phone kept my cock at attention. “You really mean that?”

“You know I do, babe,” I said. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“I wish you could see how big my smile is right now,” she said quietly.

“I wish you knew how happy that makes me,” I answered. I know, I know; uber-mushy cheesiness. But right in that moment, just knowing how happy she was, just about made me want to shout at the top of my lungs.

Any Ankara escort bayan temptation to do that was interrupted by a click. We both stayed quiet, willing whoever it was to hang up, but they didn’t, and a second later, it clicked again.

“Shit,” Kelly said. “It’s work calling me. Let me see what they want.”

“OK,” I replied. “Go ahead and clean yourself up afterward. Grab a shower if you need to, or whatever.”

“What?” she asked. “You don’t like the idea of me all naked and sloppy, my pussy dripping for you?”

I groaned again. “You’re evil, Kelly. Seriously, it’ll give me a few moments to calm down and get back on the road. The longer you stay naked, the later I get to Sumter.”

She laughed. “You’re a little distracted, huh?”

“More than a little.”

She agreed to call me later and hung up. I got out of the car, and despite the state of the station, I went inside. I needed about 10 minutes to pick a soda, and it had nothing to do with being indecisive. When I finally bought my Dr. Pepper and Doritos, my brain had reclaimed at least some of its rightful blood, and I got back on the road.

Tim, J.T. and Billy had woken me up at 9:30, pounding on my door and reciting the entire room service part of the Tommy Boy movie. When I rolled out of bed to get the door, I realized Beth was gone. It wasn’t until after I got back from our five-mile beach run that I saw her note, sitting atop the plastic-wrapped cups in the bathroom.

“Brad,” she wrote, using the hotel stationary. “I’m very sorry about last night. Please apologize to your friends for my behavior. I know you won’t believe me, but I wasn’t myself at the bar. I’m in a bad place right now, but that’s no excuse.”

“As for you and me,” the note continued into a second paragraph, “truly, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m still buzzing from it six hours later. You gave me exactly what I needed. I know it sounds strange and weird, but I needed to feel forced into it, at least at first. Without knowing it, you helped me get my head screwed on straight again. You’ll never know how much that meant to me. Until we meet again, Beth.”

I thought back to the conversation Christine and I had, after she’d ditched Beth, and I smiled. I understood it better than she knew. I also remembered what Sonya said to me before I dropped her off in Jackson on Sunday. Apparently, sex with me had a healing element to it. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

There was no phone number or e-mail address on the note, and a quick survey of the hotel room revealed that she’d left nothing behind by accident. Without talking to Travis, I had no way to contact Beth. That was probably for the best, I thought.

After I showered and checked out, I met J.T., Tim and Billy for breakfast at a local island spot. Travis had gone back to Christine’s place shortly after we all left the Windjammer, and Julia and Sheila had gone to visit some of Julia’s family in downtown Charleston.

J.T. and I finally got to talk business over our French toast and eggs. His family was in the aviation business, and flying had been my hobby since my early teens. I had designs on building a small private aviation company in the near future, so I thoroughly picked his brain.

Shortly thereafter, I left for Sumter, South Carolina, about two and a half hours northwest of Charleston. Around 1 p.m., Kelly called me back, and it wasn’t long after that that I had to pull over or risk totaling my car.

I had just crossed over Lake Marion on I-95 when the phone rang. That was a quick shower, I thought to myself, and braced myself to hear Kelly’s sultry voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey, baby,” I said without looking at the screen first.

“Aw, hell, nah,” a thick, country accented voice said. “Tell me the military didn’t turn you gay, Bradley.”

I laughed into the phone. “Hey, Adam,” I said to my cousin. “I just thought you were someone else.”

“I fuckin’ hope so,” Adam said. “Where you at, man?”

“Bout an hour or so out,” I answered. “Coming up on Summerton in about 10 minutes.”

“Excellent,” he said. “We got a couple stops to make first, but then we’re getting’ our drink on.”

My mom was born and raised in central South Carolina, and three of her siblings still lived out here, with all their kids. I was coming to town to see the family, most notably Adam, my second cousin. He was a few years older than me, but we’d always been good friends growing up.

“Already?”

“What you mean, already?” he fired back. “You ain’t gettin’ here ’till damn near 3. We won’t get to the bar till 4:30 or 5. How late do you pussies usually start drinkin’ in the Marines?”

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Whatever you say, man.”

“We’re already down to just 9 or 10 hours of drinkin,'” he drawled. “Just call me when you pull into town.”

“All right, Adam. Talk to you in a bit.”

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

Cold beer and good company usually meant no pain. Tonight… not so much.

I was sitting at a table in a no-name pool hall in Sumter, South Carolina, Escort Ankara watching a few hapless people struggle to put round balls into corner pockets. Instead of being my usual boisterous, flirtatious self, I was peeling labels off Sam Adams bottles. There were eight in the pile so far, and we had only been here for an hour and a half.

Our first stop had been my hotel, but we only stayed there long enough for me to get checked in and throw my bags in my room. Next up was the graveyard, to visit my grandparents. My grandfather had been dead for 12 years, but my grandma had just died a few years earlier. This was the first time I’d been back since her passing.

Adam waited by the car — “headstones creep me the fuck out” — while I went up to the dual gravesite. I hadn’t expected this visit to be a bowl of cherries by any means, but I actually left feeling somewhat optimistic and at peace. I hoped my grandparents had better things to do in heaven than sit and watch their graves, but it helped to think they could at least hear my silent thoughts.

The optimism vanished at dinner, at some buffet place in downtown Sumter. I was happy to see most of my family, but I had some bad history with two of my aunts, Edna and Alice. They didn’t even wait for the waitress to get our drink orders before they started laying into me. By the time I stormed off to the buffet table, they’d accused me of corrupting a few of their grandkids, ruining their family and — oh, yeah — indirectly killing my grandmother.

Of course, none of that had actually happened. That sect of the family just had a problem with anyone who lived life their own way and stood up for themselves and the things they cared about, and that was pretty much me in a nutshell. Adam, his grandmother, Stella, and his mom, Sherry, repeatedly told me to simply ignore the other two, even right during dinner where they could hear, and that would have made a lot of sense. Instead, I said maybe two words during dinner, silently debating the merits of slashing two sets of tires in the parking lot versus spending the night in a backwater South Carolina jail.

Half a dozen beers and a couple hours had done nothing to lessen my seething anger. Even talking to Kelly hadn’t improved my mood. I told her all about the late lunch with my family and the events that led up to it, as my personal anecdote for the day. In my mind, I figured it might show her that I’m willing to stick up for what I believe in, even if I squash a few feelings along the way. But after the call ended, I wondered if it just made me out to be a pig-headed jerk that likes to fuck up families.

She’d wanted to cheer me up the way only she could, but she had to go back to work for the second half of her split shift. So, I’d taken a rain check and trudged back into the bar.

“Still pissed off?” Adam said as he rounded the corner with a fresh round. I just looked at him — that was all he needed to know.

“Man, I done told you I’m sorry ’bout that,” he drawled. He hadn’t had as many beers as I had, but he was in the neighborhood. “Mom said Aunt Edna had promised to be quiet about that shit.”

“I shouldn’t have even come up here,” I said. “You, your mom and your grandma could have come down to Charleston yesterday and hung out with me. All the good parts of Sumter; none of the bullshit.”

“Just a bunch of old, married women, Bradley,” he said, using my full first name like he always did. “My mom and grandma, they done got divorced years ago. That’s why they’re easy to get along with — ain’t gotta put up with any of that marriage shit. Alice has been married to the same dude for 25 years. God help that poor mother fucker.”

I chuckled along with him. Adam was very famously anti-marriage, having given up the only serious relationship he’d ever had because she wanted to get married. It hadn’t been such an unreasonable request after being together for five years, I thought, but it was a deal breaker for him. He blamed everything on marriage — the sinking economy, troubles in the Middle East, the New York Yankees. If it was bad, you could bet Adam would find a way to tie it back into the bounds of holy matrimony.

“What about Aunt Edna?” I asked. “Her prick of a husband’s been gone a while now.”

“Yeah, well, you oughta know by now, Bradley,” he said, extending his beer bottle to me for a toast. “Sometimes… a woman is just a big ‘ol bitch.”

I laughed out loud as we clicked bottles. Adam had a way of making me do that, and he always had. We’d grown up as next-door neighbors early in life. He and my sister were the same age, so they’d hung out together a lot, while his sister, Amber, was born three days after me, so we’d paired off as well. But really, all four of us were pretty tight throughout our childhoods.

That all changed when I was eight and my family moved away. Adam and I had stayed in contact throughout the years, but I hadn’t seen Amber since we’d moved. I’d talked to her on the phone once or twice, but not since I was 12 or 13. I’d hoped to see her both times I’d come back, but things hadn’t worked out. She was backpacking through Europe when my grandma passed away, and didn’t find out about the funeral until it was too late to come home. This time around, she was serving an internship in Asia — Thailand or Taiwan, I couldn’t remember which.

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Chapter 8: Sensuality & Submission

I half lie, half sit lazily in the sun, leaning against a large cushion on a bench that sits on the porch which looks out to the back yard garden. Holding a book in my hands, I read through the pages and enjoying the world of literature, I have a small round wooden table right before me with an empty tea cup sitting right on it.

I am just about to turn to a new page when I hear her foot steps at the door the open into the porch from the kitchen, startled I look up, she held a tray with biscuits and fresh tea with her.

“Tea and biscuit, Mr. Steve,” Monee said in her usual soft and exotic voice then place the tray on the small round table.

I caught her hand just as she turned to leave and have her sit next to me on the long and cushioned bench. I close my books after make a mark on where I have stopped reading then turned to Monee.

She sits with her legs closed and hands resting on her laps, I lean over and kissing her exposed shoulder, feeling her supple silken smooth skin against my lips. Monee stirred as she turned her head and cup my cheeks with her hand in a way that will not be mistaken by anyone who is not blind as family bond.

The love and sensuality now flow like tangible matter that can be grasped between us.

I spoke softly, “Join this moment with me Monee, embrace this world that I am offering you,” Monee turned, looking at me with a new light and understanding, a soft smile curled upon her lips.

At that moment, in the glittering rays of golden sunshine love and sensuality had their best personification in this mortal realm of existence. Even I was taken in by such pure beauty, and a smile curled up on my lips as I pull Monee into my arms.

She rested her head on my shoulders as I brushing her long smooth hair with my fingers.

Her face is content and at peace, so was her mind, no longer was she in self doubt and confusion. The man she now lay against is her world now, and as she made such realization, the walls that imprisoned her heart crumbling down into ashes as gentle summer wind blow them afar.

I begin to fondle her large soft breasts and feeling she stirred as her body heating up to my touches, obediently her hands reach out and unzipped my shorts as she takes my raging cock into her soft hands.

I let out a moan as Monee takes my cock into her warm wet mouth and bob her head up and down, her wet tongue encircling my shaft as she sucked my cock with devotion. I moaned louder with every passing second that Monee sucks on my cock, my big hands slide into her blouse and squeeze her big tits.

Looking down at her, and I see her red bindi standing prominent in the midst of her forehead and I suddenly pull out from her mouth and rubs my slippery wet cock head against her bindi.

Monee gasped in surprise but lowers her head and let me roam wild to my wishes.

As I begin to undress her, Monee blushed hard like a little girl and plead that we go into the house and said in her small voice, “Steve, please go house in, I, do any you want, please, no outside.”

Her face reddish with excitement and shyness, she is not used to being naked outside the house, but I would have no other way and she signed and nodded slightly as I undress her completely naked, and press her to lay down on the bench as I parted her legs and inhale the strong musky aroma of her womanhood.

My eager fingers parted her forested labia as I begin to kiss her flooding womanhood, licking and sucking gently, Monee moans, never has a man done things that I am doing to her now.

Her mind wheeled with every lick my tongue makes on her engorged clit; she knew she is Ankara bayan escort aroused but now she is inflamed beyond reason, inflamed with lust. Her eyes closed as my insistent tongue pressing deeper and deeper into the tight fold of her pussy, licking and slurping up her sweet nectar.

I grinned and rubbed my thick shaft along her slit till my cock is slipper with her juice, then I smear my cock on her face, wetting her nose and letting her smell the strong musky nectar of her cunt. Her bindi is now covered in a layer of pussy juice, and she eyed me, with slight disapproval in her eyes like a sister caught a little brother doing something mischievous.

I laughed and then get between her thighs, thrusting deep up her pussy, pressing my cock in all the way to the hilt, until my crotch pounding against hers.

I lean down, squeeze her tits tightly together, and greedily sucking both nipples at once, her nipples are hard as I nibble them with my teeth, her breath shortened as I continue my relentless push.

Her hands holding on my head, brushing my hair with all her ten fingers as I thrust my cock deeper and deeper into her body, her back arched as her legs wrapping them around my strong body. We both grunted like animals, lost in the bodily lust, soft wind breeze against our hair as I groaned loudly and send waves of my seeds up her fertile chamber once more.

I slowly lay next to Monee, resting my body against her ample bosom and she encircled me with her arms, now accepting me as her man in life, she now has a new focus and someone to cling on to.

I on the other hand, grinned, my plan worked to its perfection, I will transform this Indian woman to be my perfect woman, submissive, devoted, sensual and obedient. I signed and rubbing her tummy with my palm she bit down her lips, thinking, and contemplating her thoughts.

“My period, my womanly period has not come, could it be. It is supposed to begin today, Could I be with child. No, no it is too early to tell, and put everything aside, no man is that potent, but, but Steve is a young man, he is strong, so strong, oh god please guide me, what shall I do. What can a woman like me do.”

Lazily, and reluctantly I raised myself on my elbow and looking down at Monee, “It is time to get dressed Monee,” I said.

After we are once more fully dressed, I give her plump buttocks a squeeze and she look back with a glint of joy in her eyes, and I said to myself, “Naked Goddess indeed!” I take a look at the time, it is nearly 1:50pm, and I decided to go out for lunch, Monee agreed readily and was quite delighted to have a chance to sample some foreign food that she never had before.

I quickly garbed myself in casual clothes and Monee need not to change since she is already wearing her sari and blouse. Though she went into the bathroom and carefully cleaned her juice stained face, and when she wiped her forehead clean, she can not help herself but to think on what happened.

“Oh should I tell Steve what bindi means to me. But, But he seems to like it so much, oh and mangal sutra, and maang, oh god he was so interested in smearing his, his potent seeds and my womanly juice on them, oh what should I do.”

Her hand softly rubbed her slightly swollen belly, and smiled at the thought of my seeds growing fast in her, “Maybe, maybe if I tell him, he would not be, be so naughty, oh but how can I just ask him not to smear his, his seeds on the symbol of my, my chastity, since, since he already had my chastity.”

Just when she was seemingly lose in thought, the sound of my voice calling her take her out of the trance like state and she quickly cleaned herself and come out to meet Escort bayan Ankara me at the front door.

While I drive to the restaurant street, I use one hand to control the wheel and the other rubbing her crotch, she instead holding my hand in hers and stroke my fingers, and said with a low voice, “Steve, you rest need, do, do not sex so much.” I laughed and rubbing her hands and told her that I want to fuck her hard all the time.

Monee just blushed and give me a long speech half in English and half in soft exotic Hindi that I should rest and it would be her duty to take care of me, her husband and lord, though that part she said it in Hindi, and I have yet to managed to understand her on the Hindi part of the speech. Shaking my head a bit, I laughed and keep on driving to our destination, a Mongolian Grill restaurant.

The restaurant is a huge dome like building, all the staff there are dressed accordingly to Mongolian style, Monee looks around with great curiosity, and great admiration to the detail of Mongolian culture incorporated into the surrounding environment.

Though her family poor, but Monee received good education from a retired professor in her village, and that I am quite thankful of, for without education, Monee would be just another poor housewife and not the one I have so carefully chosen. I grinned, but all those education did not make Monee more independent, instead the professor made Monee more dependent and submissive to men.

I spoke briefly with the waitress at the entrance door and she lead me and Monee into a separate compartment, there are no chairs around, everyone sits on the floor that covered with soft carpets, rugs, and lean on cushions.

Monee looked around, felt excited to be able to sample Mongolian cuisine. I pick up the menu and spoke briefly with the waitress awaits our orders, then she left after shutting the door behind her and give us some privacy.

I pull Monee to me as I lean on a huge cushion and begin to fondle her, her face reddish again as she tries to regain her composure and telling me it is not appropriate for a woman to act in such disrespectful manner in public.

I laughed, and telling her that we are in a private space¡Khowever, when I have not even finished the last word of the sentence, the waitress open the door and bring in a tray of milk tea and appetizers with her. Monee, who uses this chance to escape my grasp, now sits up straight and throw me a glance of mixed feelings and I just grinned when I saw her face flushing and so was her entire body.

The waitress place a flagon of milk tea on the small wooden table along with the appetizers, specially prepared cucumbers, salads, and a thick lamb soup along with various sauces.

I pull Monee to me again and we begin to enjoy the milk tea with the appetizers, the cucumber is crispy with the sauces, and the soup is delicious with chunks of lambs flowing in the big bowls. Mongolian music can be heard and enjoyed by everyone in the restaurant and after the appetizer, the main course is up, a grilled complete lab, it sits on a huge silver plate and on the plate are two sharp knifes and forks.

The plate is held by two waitresses and they place it on the center of the room and bowed before they left us to our meal. I pick up the knife and teach Monee how to use it to slice piece of the grilled lamb and dip it in the sauce before eating it.

The lamb is juicy and tender, and the sauces make the meal even more enjoyable, the cucumbers and appetizer are never in short supply. Monee was startled at the whole grilled lamb at first, but soon begin to enjoy this rather special meal, and she faithfully begins to slice off Bayan escort Ankara pieces of lamb for me.

I chew on the tender juicy lamb and found my hands fondling Monee, and she would wiggle a bit but always let my hands playing with her as we eat our lunch. Monee ate the lamb with apparent joy as I drink the milk tea, it is very sweet and Monee appears to like this milk tea a great deal.

Together Monee and I devoured the grilled lamb and eat till our stomachs are so full; Monee rubs her belly and told me that she can not eat anymore. I laughed and nodded, saying I feel the same as well. Later after we have paid the bills, we drive home lazily in the late afternoon sun.

Monee sits quietly in the passenger seat and her palm rubbing on her belly as she begins to imagine what will it be like to feel a babe growing in her fertile womb, and what joy would it bring her.

She knows she is fertile, but years of marriage had not produced a child with her dead husband, and she was often sad and ashamed to be childless as it is very important in India for a wife to be fertile and bear many children.

Her thoughts wondered as her hands slowly sliding down till they covered her hairy crotch and she can feel the wetness of her body as her excitement and arousal grow. I turned slightly and smiled at Monee, then extend my right hand, slide into her sari and petticoat, my fingers first push the sanity pad aside and then thrust up her hairy cunt, Monee moaned, as her vagina muscles clenching tightly around my invading fingers.

Her hands holding mine as my fingers persistently and skillfully rub and probe her womanhood, rubbing hard against that little g spot in her while my thumb rub her clit hard. Her body heating up fast, she tried to keep herself steady but her body denied her that as her body reacted to an orgasm, a jet of thick cunt juice ejaculated from the depth of her pussy, wetting my hand and her petticoat.

Monee let out a loud moan, feeling her body wobble and like jelly as she lean back on the seat and turned to look at me, smiling a bit.

I pull my wet hand out her sari, and she begins to lick and suck my fingers and hand clean with her caring mouth and tongue. I went back on driving and as soon as we are inside the house, Monee ran into her room and strip naked, I followed shortly as she looks down her damp and wet crotch, her jungle of pussy hair now wet and all tangled together with her slimy juice.

“Steve, I shower needs,” Monee said to me, with her head bowed, but I did not let her finish and take her to bed, spread her legs wide open as I begin to lick her hairy mound. Monee let out a loud moan as I licked along her slit and then pressing my hot tongue deep into her womanhood, licking and slurping up her juice, then sucking on her clit, nibbling it.

Her legs jerked and then wrapping around my head, her hands holding and brushing my hair as I devour and slurp her cunt.

Her body reacted to my tongue as she begins to orgasm over and over again; I keep on going till she cried out and plead me to let her rest a bit. Her dusky brown skin now reddish and her face flushed with a faint shade of red, I pull her to my arms and tell her that she is mine, all mine.

Monee smiled and speak in Hindi to me softly, I was puzzled and asked her to meaning of her words, but she just smiled and closed her eyes to rest. Her mind was anything but resting, what she just said was something could not yet say to me, she was yet still shy with this young man who has became her world.

The words she just said was, “Oh my young lord, to look at your young body brings me much joy, and I want to be the mother of your children my lord, let me be your motherly wife, let me be your elder sister, I will take care of you, my legs always open for you and I am fertile, accept me into your household, and let me be your woman, for I will serve you with the greatest devotion of a good Indian wife.”

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It had been a long day, Steve was fumbling for his keys when a somewhat strained voice shook him from his fog.

“Steve, I hate to ask, but could you take a look at my computer?”

That figures, he thought. 10 hours of computer work at the office and I get to do charity work as soon as I set foot in the door. Cindy was nice enough and he really didn’t mind helping her most of the time but this was the third time in as many weeks she had an issue with her PC.

“Could it wait till the weekend? I’m just getting home and…”

“Please, I’ll order pizza or something to make it up to you.”

Knowing the tone from years of experience, there was little chance of talking his way out of this.

“OK, but hold off on the food. Let me see what’s going on first, it might be a quick fix”

About a hour later, and one pizza slice remaining…

“Cindy, how does you computer keep getting loaded with all this stuff?”

“I don’t know, it’s not like I’m going to the sites from the pop-ups, I hate those stupid hackers”

“You mean crackers”

“Aren’t the guys who do stuff like breaking into the FBI called hackers”

“Yea, the media calls them that, but it’s more correct to call them crackers. Hackers aren’t always bad, they just want to take stuff apart and see what’s inside. Sometimes to see how it works or to make it better. Other times they want to make something do stuff that nobody ever thought it could do.”

“Like how”

“Well, software hackers like to do stuff like advancing a program so it could work with files that it couldn’t use before, hardware guys like to stuff things into places that you wouldn’t expect”

“Sounds naughty”

“That’s not what I meant”

“So what did you mean?”

“Like putting an MP3 player into a cassette player, or a cell phone into an old telephone”

“Crazy”

“It can be, I know I’ve had some wild ideas but I don’t get a lot of time to work on them”

“So, you’re a hacker then?”

“I guess. Trapped by my own definition”

“So what kind are you, software or hardware?”

“Hardware, definitely. Software is too intangible – I like working with my hands”

“Oh so you like stuffing things into unexpected places and surprising people then?”

“Cute, I like the challenge. Thinking of creative ways to use ordinary items.”

“So like what exactly?”

“Like building an MP3 player into a Jukebox or a picture framed LCD that can connect to my computer to run slide shows so I don’t have to look at the same picture all the time.”

“Hmm… what’s the wildest thing you’ve seen done”

Distracted by another pop-up Steve didn’t even process what he was saying until it was too late.

“A mixer turned into a fucking machine”

Reality seemed to halt and freeze. The seconds seemed like hours before Cindy recovered from the statement.

“What! No! Really? You’re not serious?”

Flushed and on the verge of stammering Steve decided to play bold.

“Sure, the body is not that different from other machines. You just need to know how to work with it. Body-building could be considered hacking for that matter.”

“Yea, but that’s not as nasty as fucking somebody with a mixer. How can that feel any good, spinning like a mixer seems kinda pointless.”

Damn, he thought, so much for derailing that train.

“Well, it doesn’t work like a mixer. They hacked it to um… thrust um… in and out.”

Cindy was now giggling and turning red.

“Bullshit” she shot between giggles “you’re making that up to try and embarrass me.”

“Really, wanna bet on that?”

“Sure, loser cleans the winners apartment”

“Deal”

“In the buff”

“Um… you sure about that?”

“Damn right I’m sure. Chickening out on me?”

“Nope, just making sure. I’d hate to have you think I’m being unfair.”

“You’re assuming that I’m going to lose here ya smartass. How long do you want to produce your ‘proof’ of this mixer-fucker-thing”

“How long do you want to give me?”

“I’d give it a week before I’d have you cleaning the crown moulding in here”

“How about 5 seconds?”

“Bullshi…” Her voice trailed off as he swivelled the monitor to her and she saw a woman with her legs spread wide being fucked by a highly modified mixer. The sound was down, but was still loud enough that she could hear the woman moaning over the noise of her mechanical lover. Her eyes were closed in and her body was tremoring with a combination of spasms of pleasure and impact from the machine relentlessly pounding into her body. Cindy was dumbstruck. She just lost the bet but she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. It couldn’t be, things like this don’t really exist. The woman on the screen raised her feet even higher in the air and started to sound almost desperate in her moaning.

Steve realized that he just crossed a line and he needed to do some damage control before Cindy thought he was a complete pervert, he killed the video window and swallowed hard.

“You know what, deals off. I knew I’d win – it’s not right”

“My.. my.. my stupid idea, besides what Ankara escort if I’d won. You’d do it, I know you would. You want me to come over tomorrow to clean your place”

Steve thought about it for a few moments.

“Um, I’m going to be a bit late tomorrow. How about Friday, after work”

“Sure. I’ll see you then.” Cindy sounded a bit hurt, still smarting from losing the bet.

Friday after work, Cindy came home and grabbed a shower. Her thoughts were still haunted by the video Steve had pulled up. What would it be like to have a machine like that? A lover that would never quit until you were satisfied? Pounding into you, relentless and insatiable. Her hands lazily crossed her nipples and ran down her stomach to her pussy. She slowly spread her lips with her fingertips and felt the warm water dancing across her labia. Slowly circling her clit with her water slick finger, she let her mind toy with being pounded by the machine from the video. Faster than she expected the crest of a climax came rising. She closed her legs tightly and rocked her hips gently to allow her clit to squirm against her now captive fingers. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and slowly subsided. Spent, she sank to her knees and let the water flow over her for a few minutes while she recovered from the orgasm.

After the shower she fixed her hair and made a quick snack.

“Well girl, you’ve done it now. Cleaning a guy’s apartment wearing nothing but a smile. If this doesn’t teach me to keep my mouth shut nothing will” She said to herself between bites.

She pulled on a thick terry cloth dressing gown and headed down the hall to Steve’s door.

She bit her bottom lip as she raised her hand to knock on the door and wondered if she could figure out a way to back out of this.

“No, I made a bet. I’ll follow through with this” And she knocked firmly on the door.

“Hold on” came the voice from door.

Her heart jumped as the lock snapped open and she actually had to fight the urge to run as the door swung open.

“Steve.” she said as controlled as her nerves would allow. Not waiting for him to invite her in, she stormed in so she couldn’t change her mind. Once she was inside, she thought, I can’t get away – I’ll have to go through with this.

She allowed her eyes to scan the room, checking out places that she could simultaneously clean and hide behind and she started to come to a realization.

“Did you clean this place before I came over?”

“No.”

“Why is it so clean in here. My mother’s place should look this clean”

Steve just stood there with a hint of a smile.

“Steve… So help me, if you don’t fess up.”

“OK, ok. Calm down. I hired a cleaning service. You were ready to pay off the bet, but there’s nothing to clean so it’s all good. You can go home, it’s all good.”

Cindy was frozen. All she could do was look at him. This was the most confused she could ever remember being. On one hand this was the sweetest most honourable thing anyone had ever done for her. On the other hand, who the hell asked him to pay her bet?! Dozens of guys would love to have her running naked around their apartment, what the hell was wrong with him.

“Oh well, I’m not going home just yet. I planned to be over here for a while and I don’t care if all I do is sit around” And with that she slipped out of her gown and handed it to him “Hang that up for me will you”

Steve was stunned. Things like this only happen in the movies. He’d tried to make it so Cindy wouldn’t have to feel like she was being hustled, but she seemed more determined than ever now to go through with it. What does one do with a hot naked woman that refuses to leave your apartment – the question sounded so ridiculous all he could do was smile.

After about half an hour he was starting to get used to the idea of a naked Cindy chatting on the couch with him. He was fighting the urge to let his eyes wander over the beautiful body.

“You know, I still don’t get this hacker thing”

“What don’t you get?”

“I mean, why? If a computer works fine as a computer, why try and make it look like a toaster?”

“It’s a combination of things. Challenge, expression of individually, and invention mostly”

“Showing off too I guess?”

“For some people, I’m more about finding new ways to use things”

“Like what for example”

“Well, I don’t know. That glass vase might look good as a fish bowl”

“Too easy, I could have come up with that”

“I didn’t know this was going to be a test. OK, how about the coat rack changed to be a plant stand”

“Steve” she said mocking him with her eyes “turn in your hacker membership card – that was lame”

“Fine, tell you what. You pick something and I’ll tell you what I can do with it.”

“OK, the rug by the door.”

“Too easy, drop in a pressure switch and tie it to a remote actuator on the door so it’ll open automatically when you step on the mat”

“Hmm… too easy. The stores have had that forever. How about those metal bowls”

“Now there’s a challenge. Let me see, drill a hole in the centre of each, mount Ankara escort bayan them inverted on a rod so they hang like bells and get a small pump to turn the whole thing into a water cascade. If you really wanted to step that up, you could hook up a clock with a trigger and a few servos so it’d chime on the hour too.”

Cindy, forgetting that she wasn’t wearing any clothes, moved her hands off her breasts and slapped both hands on the couch as she laughed. The quick change in temperature caused her nipples to stiffen so rapidly it almost hurt. Her hands dove back to cover them almost before she realized what was happening

“God Steve, how did you come up with that so fast?”

“It’s natural for me. I see the world in less rigid forms than most people”

“So you could turn just about anything to a purpose of your choosing?”

“Within certain limits of course. TNT isn’t a good choice for a fireplace liner.”

“Very funny”

“But true. Safety, then hacking. In that order.”

“And anything can be hacked?”

“Virtually, I can’t think of anything that couldn’t be hacked”

“I’ll make you a bet”

“That didn’t work out so well for you the last time”

“Smartass, there are worse things than having a naked woman on your couch you know.”

“Fine, what’s the bet then”

“I bet you can’t use your hacker skills to accomplish a task that I set out. The rules are this. You can only use what you find in this apartment, you can’t use the phone to get stuff from outside. You can use your hands to build and use what you build. You cannot make physical contact with the item to be hacked. Oh and there is a 2 hour time limit.”

“Interesting, what do you get if I can’t complete the challenge?”

“You have to be at my beck and call for a week. Housework, computer service you name it. I’ll let you keep your pants on though.”

“What if I win?”

“I’ll do the same, clothes on this time though.”

“Two hours, anything in here. I don’t know.”

“Chicken, come on. I promise I won’t make it hard on you when you lose.”

“What makes you think I’ll lose?”

“You tell me. You’re the one who’s hesitating”

“Fine, deal. What am I hacking?”

“Me.”

Steve’s brain forced everything into slow motion as two distinct streams of thought shattered against each other. The drive to evaluate everything he had in the apartment as a hackable item and the concept of pleasuring Cindy didn’t mix well. He dropped back on the couch and closed his eyes to settle his mind.

Cindy almost passed out as she heard the challenge she made to Steve, had she lost her mind? And what was up with Steve? He just looked like he went to sleep. What was she thinking?

Steve’s mind was still fragmented but it was clearing, his eyes snapped open and locked to Cindy’s.

“A couple a extra rules before we start, OK?”

“Like what?”

“There is no such thing as weird or kinky for the next two hours. You stop me, you lose.”

“Ok” She said a bit slowly, as if chewing the thought as she agreed to it.

“Is there anything you need to tell me before we start?”

“Like what?”

“Are you allergic to anything, do you have any phobias I should know about?”

“Jesus, what are you planning? Forget it, I’m not allergic to anything and the only thing that scares me are leeches – long story, don’t ask.”

“Well, let’s get started. Would you go to the bathroom and get the toothbrushes in the left drawer. There’s a manual one and an electric”

Cindy bounded off at a pace that matched her heartbeat. She found what she came in for and was about to head back out when she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror.

“What the hell am I doing? I’m crazy. I’m scared out of my mind.”

She shook her head and set her look to a more determined one.

“A bet’s a bet”

When she came back into the living room Steve had been moving some of the furniture around and was currently engaged in digging in a pair of foot lockers.

“Oh, hey, great thanks. Would you grab the broom from over by the door and bring it over.”

A bit confused but still playing along she retrieved the broom as he requested.

“So why move the couches closer together.”

“To buy myself some time.”

“What? Did you hit your head while I was gone?”

“Just give me a minute, you’ll see.”

She watched as he pulled out two party balloons and stretched them over the head of the electric toothbrush. He then removed the head of the broom and then held it out to the arms of the couch and then looked back to Cindy. Her face flushed as she realized that he was staring very intently at her crotch.

“Cindy, can you grab me a couple of books. I think the hard cover Spanish-English and the thesaurus should do.”

Dutifully she brought them back in time to see Steve pull out a roll of duct tape and watched as he started taping the books to the ends of the broom handle. Then the balloon wrapped electric toothbrush was taped to the centre of the broomstick.

“Ok, round one is ready. Stand over this and pick it up.

Cindy Escort Ankara was now seriously concerned. This looked like junk and tape – maybe she made a mistake. She did as Steve asked all the same.

“Now what”

“Keep the stick between your legs and place to books on the arms of the two couches and you’ll get the idea”

As she moved into position it started to make sense. The books were to make up for the difference in the hight of her pussy and the arm of the couch. It was now less than an inch away from her lips.

“Now, this isn’t much of a hack, but lets see if this does anything for you”

She felt something touch the back of her neck and slowly slide down her spine. Soft but kind of tingly – the other toothbrush. She dropped away from the stimulation as it was almost too much and then realized that the broomstick was directly in her way. Now the toothbrush wandered its way across her hip and down her leg and started stroking the back of her knee.

“Move forward, about a foot”

She moved as she was told. The rubber clad tip of the other toothbrush was now nestling itself in to the folds that hid her clit from the world. Steve reached down and flicked the switch.

Cindy’s mouth formed a silent “O” and then spread into a dreamy smile as she now understood. The head of the toothbrush was buzzing and stroking her clit like nothing had ever done before. More pronounced that a vibrator, she could feel the bristles twisting and thrusting under the rubber sheath. She resisted the urge to jump away from the intense sensation. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and waited for her body to catch up with the machine. Steve kept moving the toothbrush, up her leg, her hip, stomach and breast. Then gently circling her aureoles and grazing the tips of her nipples. All of this stimulation was starting to pile up on Cindy and she felt the familiar sensation of too much water behind the weakened dam. Once Steve moved the toothbrush off her nipples and started grazing the back of her neck she lost it. Lights and sound exploded in her mind and it seemed an eternity until reality bled back into her mind and she noticed Steve beside her with a slight smirk on his face.

“What are you so happy about?” She moaned.

“That seemed – satisfying.”

“Ha, you wish. I can do better myself” she lied. No point in letting him win twice in a row if she could help it.

“I see” he said, understanding the challenge had just ratcheted up several notches. “Hmm… how about this”

He grabbed a bath towel from the linen closet and quickly tied an overhand knot in it and headed for the kitchen. The sound of running water was soon followed by Steve’s reappearance. Without a word he returned to the linen closet and opened the door. He then placed the end of the towel in the door jamb opposite the striker and closed the door.

“Come over here” he said, More inviting than commanding.

Cindy had a pretty good idea what was going on, and moved between Steve and the door. Without a word, Steve reached between her legs and pulled the knotted fabric up to her belly.

“Take the end” he said. Almost against her better judgement she complied

“Now what?” she challenged.

“Hold your hands right where they are and step towards me” He said with a devious grin.

She did as he asked and was prepared to feel the knot in the fabric come up to her pussy, what she didn’t anticipate was the heat from the hot water that Steve had dipped the knot in. Shocked again and pleasantly, she heard a moan escape from her body that she really didn’t intend. She was further surprised that her hips moved to grind her clit into the warm rough knot.

Steve watched as Cindy instinctively increased tension on the towel and ground her hips to increase her pleasure and had to literally shake his head to bring his mind back to the task at hand.

Steve crossed the room and dove into his footlocker again. Cindy could see him work and was fascinated with how he evaluated various items he was pulling out. In less than a minute he was back. He tossed the items from the footlocker onto the counter and started to work. A thick piece of wire cut to about two feet long and quickly placed to one side. He then grabbed a pair of alligator clips and used a small pair pilers to bend the springs inside the clips. He then tested the clips by clipping them to his upper lip. After a few adjustments he was satisfied with reduced pressure of the clips. He then cut four small pieces of heat shrink tube and slipped them over the tips of the alligator clips and then gently heated them with a mini torch. Next, the clips were attached to opposite ends of the wire. He brought this over to her and without a word attached each end to her nipples. The pressure was not painful, more like someone firmly holding her nipple with their fingers.

“Home made nipple clamps, clever boy.”

“Maybe more clever than you think. Take a deep breath”

She did, and immediately understood what he meant. The stiff wire had some give to it, but it exerted pressure in almost a twisting fashion with each movement. She swung her breasts and pressed then together using her forearms to see how different motions would feel. In her current state of arousal, it would almost be enough to put her over the top again, but the towel had cooled down and her legs were starting to get tired.

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Author’s Note: I got so horny writing this! 🙂 This isn’t a personal fantasy of mine, but it was at my husband’s request, and I always do right by him. I went right into the mindset of a girl who would want to be fucked like crazy at her library, and there she was, ready to let me peek into her fantasy. Please enjoy Venice’s story and tell me what else you want to know about her so I can write her future chapters!

—

Venice ran her finger up the bridge of her nose. It was pure habit – she’d abandoned her clunky librarian glasses years ago, after the laser surgery, but it was as ingrained in her as her adoration of books. She kept an eye on the three shuffling young men who had just entered and were drifting towards the dusty archive section. One was white and looked a lot like her kid brother, with blonde hair and freckles; the other two could have been twins, their dark skin absorbing the light as they vanished beyond where she could see them.

Trying to perfect her disapproving librarian stare, Venice stood up and scanned the library. There was a graduate student in one corner, dutifully spread-eagled across her homework, but otherwise the building was empty. With a sigh – she could never leave well enough alone, and she knew it – Venice sidled away from the desk and made a beeline for the archives.

She had to navigate a bit of a maze to find them, but at least she found the trio, lounging against the shelves in a tight half-circle. She cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Can I help you find something?”

One of the twins raised a hand in greeting. “Hey, suga’. Got a quiiiiet little corner back here.” He dragged out the I so the pinch in Venice’s gut tightened and drifted lower. Without thinking she rested her hands on her hips, just above the line of her slacks.

“Yes,” she said, then cleared her throat because three pairs of eyes belonging to three well-built, good-looking, inevitably well-hung men were boring into her. “Ahem. Yes. I do. And I want to keep it that way, so what can I help you find?” She tried to stand taller, but all 5’5″ of her was minuscule in comparison to the bulk surrounding her.

They shifted closer, and Venice felt her heart in her pussy, its throbbing ever quickening. This was something she’d barely let herself admit she’d dreamed about. This was one of the deepest, darkest fantasies she had, one she’d never let surface, even in her open relationship with Ken. That was long gone, and she hadn’t been fucked properly in months (though there was that one hipster at the bar, but he’d been laughable), and – their eyes, their stances were very clear. They wanted her.

All of them.

She realized she must have conveyed the same with her gaze, because they backed off just a bit now and a ripple of knowing laughter ran around the circle. Venice’s cheeks burned and she ducked to peek out into the library. All was still quiet. On an impulse, she dashed out towards the door and flipped the sign: “Out, Back Later, Will Return in One (1) Hour.” She turned the lock, too. The grad student had dozed off and did not even stir.

Venice darted back to where the men were waiting, her fingers working to unbutton her blouse. By the time she returned, her shirt was off and dangling at her waist where it was still tucked into her slacks, and both the twins had their cocks out. The white boy was still unzipping his jeans, but soon three sizeable dicks were waiting in a circle for her.

Barely able to breathe, Venice knelt down in the center and reached for all three, two with her hands and one with her mouth. Her lips closed around the nearest twin’s cock. He tasted like baby powder and cheap cologne and hungry sweat. She was readying herself to take him deeper when he grabbed the back of her head and plunged into her throat.

Venice gagged uncontrollably around the mass of pulsing flesh. She tried to pull away, to breathe, but he held her there by the hair. Even as she blinked away tears from the blow, Venice could not deny that she was turned on. More than turned on: she was unleashed. She clamped her teeth gently around the cock and tugged without moving, just using her neck, and was rewarded with a satisfied sigh from the man. Her hands kept working when she remembered to move them.

Finally he let her go and she turned to his brother, closing the distance with small steps of her knees. His hair and flesh smelled the same, but he tasted wilder, woodier, like a room that has been opened to a forest. He was less violent, so she was able to gaze up at him with her wide brown eyes, thrilled when he smiled through the contortions of pleasure.

Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and someone roughly undid her slacks, yanking them down her legs. The twin she was blowing dove both his hands into her bra and released her tits so they swung brazenly when she moved. Her ass was pulled into the air and her hands hit the floor. It was the white boy behind her; he even moved like her brother, swinging with every step he took. He positioned himself behind her while Ankara escort the twins shoved their cocks in her face. Venice frantically licked them both, back and forth, while the third cock hovered at her entrance.

Then it was in her ass, not her pussy, lubed by a wad of spit the white boy dropped just before he pushed inside of her. Venice could have screamed as guilt and pleasure overcame her, but her inner librarian squawked, “INSIDE VOICE!” and she muffled it against the carpet. As he slammed into her, the white boy grunted. The twins chuckled under their breath. One knelt down on the carpet and offered her his very erect cock. Through her tears, Venice reached for him and sucked hard. There was no recovering now – she was lost in the adrenaline.

With a final heave, the white boy came in her ass, his ill-cut nails digging into her sides. Venice arched her back and took him as deep as she could, having to catch her breath as he popped out and sat back, hard. The twin in her mouth yanked himself free and wrenched her around so he could delve into her pussy. He was massive, but compared to the ass fucking he felt like a dream. Venice let herself fall into the rhythm, focusing only on the sound of her bare thighs slapping his.

The other twin tipped her chin back and made her open her eyes. “Yeah, take it like a bitch.” He was grinning, his teeth very white in the dim light. Venice opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside, holding her head so he rammed into the back of her throat. She was skewered from both ends – now a third place, as the twin behind her slid his finger into her lubed asshole. He wriggled it vigorously as he increased his thrusting; as if on the same wavelength, his brother did the same. Venice was completely filled. The pain was excruciatingly wonderful. She knew exactly how brutalized she would feel tomorrow, and all she wanted was more.

She came, uncontrollably shaking and writhing against them. The cock in her mouth squirted first, gushing warm and thick down her throat. Venice swallowed obediently and gasped for air, her hips convulsing as the finger in her asshole pumped with the ferocity of a vibrator. Then the cock in her pussy hardened, pulsed, came. The twin shoved her away and she was left in a shivering heap on the floor.

Above her, three pairs of jeans zipped and buttoned. Three pairs of Nike tennis shoes clunked past her head. None of them said a word. Venice did not dare lift her head. She wanted them to leave before she stood and collected what remained of her dignity. She stared almost unseeingly into the row of archived books, and it was only when she realized she was reaching to put them in the correct order that she knew she would be just fine.

Shakily, she stood and dressed. Her legs would not hold her, so she hobbled back to her desk and sat down with relief. Blood pumped in her lower extremities and she could hear her heart in her ears.

The grad student raised her head, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth. She caught Venice’s gaze across the room and smiled. “Quiet in here,” she said.

“Yes,” Venice said, her hand slipping into her pants and touching her engorged clit. She was already reminiscing, a coy smile on her trembling lips. “Quiet. Sure.”

—-

Venice could barely breathe as she gently pushed the library’s heavy double doors closed and turned the deadbolt. She stood on her tiptoes and peered into the nearly-empty parking lot. Parents ran in circles, rounding up sleepy but determined youth shrieking about the library’s puppet collection.

The quiet, scholarly young man who had kept to his corner all evening caught Venice looking and raised the corner of his mouth in thanks. His mane of curly black hair was almost irresistible, but she’d managed. Venice blushed and dropped back on her heels, reassuring herself that the deadbolt was secure.

Now. She took a deep breath, turning to face her library. Shelves heavy with knowledge strained towards the ceiling, and the silence made her quickened breathing loud and obvious. Tonight it was just her and her library.

Clever girl, she thought, crazy, stupid, clever girl.

Because it wasn’t really just her and her library, at least not for long. She looked down at her watch. Quarter after eight. Just enough time left to straighten up and finish her day job, and then the real work would begin.

Tonight was the second indulgence. Venice had spent a lot of time justifying the original act to herself—the first time was a fluke, a taste to drive her wild. What she wanted now was a feast. She wanted to be filled with cocks, with cum. She was hungry and she wanted to sate her appetite. This, she told herself, was just sexual release. Just an exploration of her sexual identity.

She was not, she told the insistent little voice, a whore.

Her gaze fell to the stack of unpaid bills on her desk and she flushed with irrational anger. A librarian’s salary was barely enough to keep the lights on. If she did have to turn elsewhere for additional Ankara escort bayan income, well—that was her business. The little voice could go shove it.

She bagged up the trash and checked her phone. She dumped all the paper waste cans into one and checked her phone. One message this time, confirming the library address. Her face hot, she pocketed the phone, heaved the trash over her shoulder, and scooped up the paper waste can on her way towards the back door.

Venice was just heaving the trash into the dumpster when the sound of a pebble kicked across asphalt made her whirl around. She screeched as she stared through the shaggy black hair of the scholarly young man.

He threw up his hands, clearly realizing he had nearly traumatized her. “Totally didn’t mean this to come off like it is right now.”

Venice clapped a hand to her heart. “What, fucking creepy? Jesus. Only rapists and how-to-catch-a-whatever cops hide in the bushes like that.”

“I wasn’t hiding in the bushes,” he protested, but then dropped his hands to his sides with a half-chuckle. “Okay. This is not going better. Let me try again?”

“All right,” Venice said warily, because she couldn’t deny the tingling his earnest face summoned between her legs. She folded her arms and tried to strike an intimidating pose. “Your best shot. Go.”

Hiding his relieved grin, the young man approached with a hand extended. His brown eyes barely glinted through his mop of hair. “Hey. I’m Tavis. I stayed for six hours today because I kept looking at you. I looked because you’re beautiful and you love books and, well, I’m a sucker for those things. But I couldn’t get up the courage to say anything inside, so—I decided to gamble on your being attracted to creepers who wait for you to take out the garbage. Again, that’s Tavis, and the number’s two-four-three, seven-seven-zero-nine, in case the, uh, the police need it.”

He stood sort-of grinning with his hand out. In the twilight, he was irresistible. Venice took a deep breath and giggled. It was time she unleashed her own awkward demons on a stranger, come what may.

She took the tips of his fingers and shook them. “A pleasure, Tavis. I’m Venice. In a sec I’ll text you my number because I’m already rather fond of you, but you should probably know that I’m staying late tonight because I’ve arranged a gangbang in the archive section. You’re welcome to join.” She rushed through the last sentence with all the breathlessness and gravity of a child offering their greatest possession to a friend.

Now it was her turn to gaze solemnly, hopefully at the other. Tavis’s head began to tilt slowly until he was looking at her at a 90-degree angle.

“Wow.”

“Wow what?” Venice said, snappier than she had intended.

Tavis raised his hands in defense again. “Wow, I’ve never met a woman so brave as to actually live out her fantasies.”

“Oh.” She dropped her guard, and with it the paper waste can.

“Now,” Tavis said, rubbing the back of his mop, “while I would love to be a stud and join you, what I’m actually facing is a two-year drought and probably the lowest self-esteem of my life. Can I take you out on Friday night instead? After your shift of course. I wouldn’t dare take such a beautiful woman from her books.”

Venice was blushing furiously, and her now-free hand twitched towards her pantline. “Yes,” she said, “you may.”

“Oh thank god.” Tavis passed the back of his hand across his brow, leaving just a faint sheen under his hair.

He looked ready to say something else when Venice added, “But won’t you come in? I mean—if this is how we’re going to start something, then maybe you should know. What I do. Sometimes.” Venice’s mind churned. She knew she could be ruining her best chance at serious stability, but—her newfound lust (and with it, courage) demanded that she be true to herself.

He hesitated. She watched him process, biting her lip as he turned slightly to look at his dumpy pickup truck.

Finally, he sucked in his breath. “All right. But promise me,” he said, trying very hard to be stern, down to the wagging finger, “that I won’t embarrass myself.”

“I can’t promise that,” Venice said, relief giving her the spunk to pop forward and kiss his cheek, “but I can promise you ought to have a good time.”

She led him through the back door. In the half-light, Tavis caught her wrist and stole their first kiss. Venice’s whole body lit up with heat as she returned it, sucking in his smoky breath.

—-

The others arrived almost together. Venice sprinted across the library to answer the tandem knocks at the back door and found that the beefy ex-football player and the hunky construction worker were exchanging grunts about their alleged reasons for being there.

Furiously tucking her hair behind her ear, Venice pointed to each of them. “You’re both here for the same reason.”

“Ahh,” the ex-football player said, his dark eyes sliding up and down her body as his equally dark hands rubbed together. “Let’s Escort Ankara do this then.”

The construction worker simply nodded. Men of few words, Venice thought, shivering with anticipation. She led them inside and to the archive section, where Tavis was sitting on the floor, a book spread across his crossed legs. He leaped to his feet and offered both the newcomers a hand.

“Tavis,” he said. They looked at his hand, at each other, then over at Venice.

“No names,” she said, wincing.

“Ahhh. Ehhhh. That’s my stage name.” He grasped his crotch with a cheesy, toothy grin as if demonstrating the size of his package. Venice dove between him and the newcomers and held his wrists.

“Shhhh,” she said. “Just—they’re here to fuck me.” Hearing herself say it aloud made the anticipation harder to contain. “So help them out and just fuck the shit out of me, okay? And I’ll tell you about my childhood and where I went to school and all of that stuff later.” She touched his jawline with affection that shocked her with its strength.

Tavis nodded furiously and drew a line across his jugular. “No talking. Just humping. Got it.”

Venice rolled her eyes with a smile and turned around, right into the grasp of the construction worker. He raked his gaze up and down her body, her upper arms clasped in his sun-cracked hands, then he spun her around and slowly undid the zipper on her skirt. Venice froze as his fingers explored past the thick black fabric to the insubstantial lace of her underwear.

Soon the dark hands of the ex-football player were exploring her pale legs. Venice knelt down on the ground and presented her face to both the newcomers. The construction worker flipped his dark hair out of his face as he slid his hard cock out of his pants. He rested it on her cheek for a moment, then slapped her with it. The black man did the same; they took turns leaving tiny stinging welts on her cheeks.

Venice slipped her hand past the welcoming lace and fingered herself. She was already sticky and throbbing, and even a delicate touch made her spasm as the cocks slapped her face. Abruptly, the black man grabbed her face and twisted it towards him, offering her the tip of his cock. She flicked out her tongue and traced the circumference of the swollen head, her eyes rolling back to seek his approval. His lip curled in response and he shoved her face away.

Out of the corner of her eye, Venice saw Tavis. He was hunched awkwardly, sometimes shifting as if to move forward and join in, but every time he hesitated. She desperately tried to catch his gaze; finally she did, and gave him as encouraging a smile as she could with a dick between her lips.

He moved forward, stop-start, stop-start, until finally he was close enough to press his palms to her breasts. His entire body relaxed as if an electrical current had just been switched off and let his limbs be, and with a shuddering sigh he leaned into his newfound task. He rolled her nipples between skillful fingers and soon Venice’s hand was working over time on her clit as she was yanked towards orgasm.

She gasped for air and turned to take the other cock in her mouth. The black man only let her suck that for a moment before he jerked her off her feet and laid her down on the ground. Whimpering, Venice flattened her legs open, lotus-on-her-back, and was grateful for those yoga classes, somewhere in the back of her foggy head.

A huge cock teased her entrance with just its tip and she leaned into it, moaning. It lingered there, stroking her to silkiness, then suddenly retreated. Venice vocalized her displeasure, but was swiftly silenced as the construction worker swatted her face and then dropped a fistful of balls on her face.

Venice’s tongue swirled between them; she nearly gagged on the smell of Axe soap but was grateful he had showered. Meanwhile, the cock tip had been replaced by a heavy pair of lips, mercilessly sucking her clit and mouthing her whole pussy. A thick, muscular tongue dove between her lower lips and sought another orgasm, a wave made more powerful by the heavy palm that ground into her clit.

Again, delicate fingers descended and teased her nipples. Venice arched her back, scrunching her face into wrinkled pleasure. “Fuck me,” she said, breaking the otherwise wordless soundtrack, then realized they were alone and cried out, “Fuck me!”

Someone obeyed. Someone hard and ridged and powerful, slamming into Venice’s pussy with the enthusiasm of a stallion.

Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Tavis. But it wasn’t Tavis. The same mop of hair, the same brown eyes, but he seemed to steam with dark heat and a fiery single-mindedness that left Venice breathless. She arched her feet, her pussy in the air, and he reached beneath her and grabbed each ass cheek in his long but assuring hands. He hissed, and the air by her ears crackled. Venice squeaked and wriggled into his crotch, grinding her nub into the coarse hairs beneath his belly.

She came so explosively that she vaulted off of his cock. His hands were still on her ass. Just as the lights began to dim in her vision, Tavis pulled her back down, smeared her juices downward, and eased into her ass. A thrill lanced through Venice. “Tavis—fuck,” she said. Again: “Fuck fuck FUCK—”

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After our last experience, I knew it was true. I belonged to Mr. Stanton. He had finally molded my throat perfectly for his dick, and now he has bread me, shooting his cum up deep into my ass. Whatever he said do, I was sure to comply.

So two days past, and 5 PM came around. I was so nervous, but also excited for what was to come. All Mr. Stanton told me was the he had a surprise for me. I didn’t know what to expect. I walked over to his house and knocked on the door just as instructed. Mr. Stanton opens with a smile on his face.

“That’s a good boy who follows directions. Come in.” He waves me into the utility room. “Now, put this blindfold on, and take off your clothes. Now.”

Following orders from my daddy, I place a black blindfold over my eyes, and strip. I’m so nervous at this point, having no idea what is behind the door. But it was too late, I was here and it was happening. He opens the door and leads me into the house. We don’t go far.

“Stop here boy, and do not say a word unless instructed. Understood? Good. Now here is my surprise. On the count of three, take off your blindfolds. (blindfolds?). 1…2…3!”

With that I pull down my blindfold, and I am completely caught off guard and utterly confused at what I’m seeing. Standing 10 feet away from me is someone I never expected to see.. Vanessa Truck, completely naked, taking a blindfold off.

Vanessa is a year older than I. She was the captain of the volleyball team while still in highschool, and had gone away to play for college the year before. She was the girl everyone wanted. Absolutely beautiful with long dark curly hair. A great pair of tits, at least a C cup that fall perfectly over her body. Her stomach was flat and tan. Her legs and ass were out of this world, as she never missed a leg day in the gym. She had the kind of ass that jiggles when she walks, but is tight and fit. And she was the last person I’d ever think would be standing in front of me at this moment.

“Well, from the looks on your faces, you must recognize each other. You are both mine, and I am your daddy. You each know your names. Slut, walk over to my boy and get on your knees in front of him.”

I didn’t know what was happening. I was standing naked facing Vanessa. She slowly starts to walk towards me. I was so nervous! She stops right in front of me, staring my in the eyes as she gets on her knees, Ankara bayan escort level with my cock.

“I imagine my boy likes girls, so I thought I’d let you experience how good I’ve made my little slut. Put his cock in your mouth, Slut.”

“Yes Daddy” she says, looking me in the eyes.

Obediently, Vanessa takes my cock in her hand and guides it to her mouth, never taking her eyes off me .I couldn’t believe what was happening. I never dreamed Vanessa would be sucking my cock. It feels so good as she takes it all in her mouth. She uses her tongue to rub around my sensitive head, before diving back down onto my cock. I look over at Mr. Stanton, and he has pulled his own cock out and is jerking off slowly.

“You like the way my little slut sucks your cock don’t you boy. “

“Yes daddy, it feels really good. I’m going to cum soon”.

Vanessa keeps sucking my cock, looking into my eyes every once in a while. This is amazing!

“Not yet boy, I have more for you. Slut, get on your knees and turn around. Boy, my slut likes to be fucked in her ass, just like you. Do it for her. “

Vanessa popped my cock out of her mouth and spun around so her ass was facing me. She put her head down on the carpet and spread her legs, giving me the most amazing view I’ve ever seen. Her ass was perfectly rounded, with the tan lines under the cheeks. It was beautiful. I got down behind her, and looked at my daddy. He nodded in approval while rubbing his cock. So I slowly pushed the head of my cock against her little bleached button. Once my head popped through I thought I was going to cum already. Her ass was so tight and amazing! I kept pushing as my daddy does with me until my dick was all the way in her ass. She let out little moans the whole time, letting me know she enjoyed it. I couldn’t believe I was fucking Vanessa’s ass!

“You like that don’t you boy”

“Yes daddy, her ass is so tight it’s amazing I’m going to cum”

“Who’s ass boy” Mr. Stanton asked me.

“Her’s daddy, your slut’s ass.”

With that, Vanessa let out another moan. The idea of being a slut must turn her on as being a submissive boy does for me.

“Cum in her ass boy. My slut loves having cum deep in her ass, don’t you slut”

“Yes daddy! Please boy cum in my ass, do as daddy tells you. Give me your cum” Vanessa said through moans.

I couldn’t believe Escort bayan Ankara what I was hearing. With that I pumped once more and shot my load deep in her ass. When my first load left, I felt her ass tighten around my cock as she came in excitement.

“Well done you two. But now it’s time for the most important part. You don’t want o leave daddy without anything do you. Both of you get over here.”

Vanessa and I get up and walk to our daddy. With no regard to what just happened. We get on our knees and Vanessa takes control. She grabs our daddy’s dick and gives it one long suck before pointing it at me and grabbing the back of my head

“Suck it boy” Vanessa tells me.

I lower my head and start to suck my daddy’s cock as Vanessa guides me with her hand. Deeper and deeper she pushes me until I’m all the way down gagging on his cock. She holds me there as our daddy moans in enjoyment. She finally lets me up and turns my head towards her. She starts making out with me, before turning be back to daddy’s cock.

“Little slut, go behind our new boy and get him ready for daddy. I want to fuck his little ass today.”

With that Vanessa leaves me to sucking our daddy’s dick and positions herself behind me. I don’t know what to expect until I feel her positioning me on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. She grabs my cheeks and spreads them, and then I feel a wet tongue circle around my ass before a soft kiss is placed on my hole. It’s amazing. She works her tongue all over my ass, getting it really wet as I continue to suck daddy’s cock in my mouth.

She’s working my ass over before she pulls back and spits on my ass. Then I feel a finger slide down my crack and enter me. She’s finger fucking me, getting me ready for daddy’s big cock. Once I’m nice and loose, she lets Daddy know.

“I think your boy is ready daddy. His ass is ready for your big cock”

“Good girl” Daddy says as he gets up and walks around me. “now get underneath of him. I want you to suck my boys cock while he eats your pussy”

She walks around in front of me and gets on her back. With our faces over each other, she gives me what appears to be a faint smile of recognition as she begins to slide underneath me. Daddy is now behind me, rubbing his cock head up and down my crack, teasing me. Vanessa stops sliding when her tits are right under my face. With Bayan escort Ankara her hand she reaches back and lowers my head, feeding her tit to my mouth. It’s so soft in my mouth as I give it a good suck before she goes the rest of the way underneath me. We are now in the 69 position.

“My sluts got a real sweet pussy boy. I want you to lick it boy. Lick it all up”

With her legs spread, she raises her hips up, giving me access to the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I run my tongue down the length, savoring her delicious taste.

My own dick is resting against her face as I hear daddy tell her to suck on his

“Slut’s back here sucking my dick boy. That’s good for you since you want this dick don’t you boy. Tell me slut what you want.”

I come up from her pussy and say “get daddy’s cock hard slut. I want him to fuck me so bad. I need it really hard!”

“That’s a good boy and slut” I hear daddy say as he pops his cock out of her mouth and positions it against my ass.

“Take his cock now slut, suck his dick as I fuck his ass. “

With that Vanessa takes my now soft dick in her mouth and sucks it vigerously. She reaches up and spreads my ass for our daddy to enter my ass. As soon as he enters, she’s takes my dick all the way in her mouth and holds it. This feeling is something I can’t describe. Pleasure from both ends. It seems that Vanessa is timing it with my daddy, as the faster he fucks me, the faster she sucks. All I can muster out are a few oh my gods the pleasure is so good.

“Is that good boy? You like being sucked as I fuck your little ass”

“yess daddy, it’s amazing. I’m going to cum.. im going to cum!”

“Cum in my sluts mouth! Do it boy! Don’t you swallow that slut! you hold that!”

My daddy starts fucking my faster, spanking my ass, while Vanessa is going faster and faster on my cock. It’s too much and my cock erupts! shooting the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had into her mouth! My ass clenches on daddy’s cock, and I can tell he is about to cum!

“Ahh OPEN UP SLUT!” He pulls out of my ass and stuff his cock in Vanessa’s open mouth, emptying his load into her mouth.

“Yeah.. slut take my cum take it all. Don’t you swallow it yet! Come here boy, make out with my slut”

With that I turn around and lay on top of Vanessa and start making out. We slosh the combined cum of mine and our daddy back and forth between us, caressing each other the whole time. We stop, split the load and each swallow some before opening our eyes and looking at each other.

“Oh man. My slut and my boy, finally at the same time. Wow, we may have to try this more often..”

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