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Night was a blur. We made love in more times and more positions than I could remember. All I knew was that after each time, Peter cuddled with me, pressing kisses all over my face and holding me like I was the most precious thing on the planet.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Mmm … what?” I was half-asleep, cuddled against him.

“I said, did you mean what you said? About making a baby?”

“Yes. Very serious.” He squeezed me so tight that I yelped, laughing and giving him a punch. “Geez, Peter! Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, sorry.” He just settled me back against him. “You just made me very happy.”

“I’m glad, honey. Now can we go to sleep?”

Morning came quickly and we were awakened by a knock on the door. Peter told me to stay in bed while he pulled on a robe and went to answer it. When he came back, he handed me a robe. “Your father’s here.”

I couldn’t get out of bed fast enough. “Daddy!” I raced across the room and threw myself into his arms, squeezing him tight. After I pulled back and saw his face, I realized what he was seeing: his daughter and a man in robes. I knew what he was thinking; I just didn’t know how he felt about it. “I’m so glad to see you.”

“Are you all right?”

The question was more directed to Peter but we both answered, “Yes.”

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Garland … “

“Peter, please.”

“Then call me Alan.” I watched them shake hands a second time and we all sat down, Dad in a chair and Peter and I on the couch. His eyes followed our movements and Beylikdüzü escort he hid his expression behind his hand. “So … you want to tell me what’s going on?” It took about thirty minutes to tell my father everything. He listened, at times awestruck by the scope of mother’s interference, but didn’t say anything until I had finished. “I had no idea that things had gotten this out of hand, Taylor. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She’s your wife, Daddy. I assumed that you’d take her side.”

He smiled warmly. “You assumed wrong.” I jumped off the couch and again flung myself into his embrace, crying for all that I had lost. Daddy held me tightly, rubbing my back and whispering soft words. When I sat back, he was still smiling, his eyes misty as well. “That was my grandchild, baby. I would never have let anything happen to my grandchild, no matter what.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

My Dad looked up at Peter. “Did you know about the child?” Peter nodded negatively. “Would you have wanted the child?” Again, Peter nodded, this time in a positive manner. “You would have wanted a child at your age?”

“I’m in love with your daughter, Alan. I would have taken anything as long as I got her.”

I stood up, holding my father’s hand and he looked up at me, then over to Peter. “And do you feel the same way?”

“Yes, sir. Very much so.”

I gave my Dad’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I love him, Daddy.”

“Good.” He stood up and gave me another hug. “I can leave knowing that you’re in good hands.” He started toward the door. “I’m going Beylikdüzü escort to go take a shower and get some breakfast. Anybody interested?”

Peter smiled, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Sounds good to me.”

* * * * *

Four years later

“Come on, Peter! We’ll be late.” I pushed the last suitcase into the back of the Expedition and slammed the trunk down just as Morgan came around the corner with his kite. Every time I looked at him, I saw the beauty of his father: the dark eyes, the unruly hair and a smile that warmed my heart.

“Mom, do you think Grandpa will fly my kite with me?”

“I think he’d like that very much. Run and go get it.” He grinned even wider, tearing off toward the house. “And tell your father to hurry up!”

I slid into the front passenger’s seat and tucked my purse into the cubby with a smile. So much had changed for us. My prediction had been true; we did make a baby that night and nine months later, Morgan Peter Garland came into the world. Our wedding had been hasty but Peter wouldn’t hear of waiting until after the baby was born. He wanted Morgan to have a proper start in life and he told me that he couldn’t live without me.

Morgan hopped into the car, carefully setting his kite in the opposite seat, then buckling himself in. Peter got in behind the wheel. “Sorry. Phone call.” He couldn’t stop grinning.

I stared at him for a long moment. “Tell me.”

“No. I want to wait until we reach Dad’s.”

“You’re not going to make me squirm for three hundred miles. Tell Escort Beylikdüzü me or no … ” I pointed to my crotch and he feigned sadness. “Now, tell me.”

“A million.”

“What?!” I shrieked in joy. Peter had worked two years on a book of Shakespeare’s soliloquies, aimed at high school students and his agent had been shopping it around. What he had just said to me was that one of the publishers had offered a million dollars to publish his book. “Oh, Peter! That’s wonderful!” I hugged him, pausing to kiss his mouth lingeringly.

“Wow! If I’d have known you’d kiss me like that, I’d have told you sooner.”

“Don’t sit there and act like you don’t get any, Mr. Garland.” I kissed him again, savoring the softness of his tongue against mine. “You’ve gotten so much that I’m in trouble.”

“In trouble? What do you mean?”

I grinned at him. “I’m pregnant again.”

“Oh, baby.” I could tell that he was going to cry by the sound of his voice and he jumped out of the car, came around to my side and pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my hair. “I want a girl this time. A cute little girl with her mother’s eyes.”

“You aren’t worried?”

“About what?”

“Being close to fifty and being a father?”

“Not at all.” He cupped my face with his hands, searching my eyes. “I love you, Taylor. I love you so much.” When his mouth covered mine, I shivered, wanting him inside me as always.

“Would you stop kissing so we can go see Grandpa?”

We both laughed and wiped our tears away. Peter got back in and started the car, beaming goofily as we headed down the road toward my Dad’s house. I laid my head on his shoulder, sighing in happiness as I watched our town melt away, glad that I had come back to find my love and my life in a northern town.

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Lauren was at a point in her life where everything was very ordinary. She was married, had a son and a daughter, both in college. She worked as a librarian at the local public library.

She went to work on Friday at 11 am just like any other day. As she began her normal routine, she started to drift into a non-attentive state. She grabbed the cart with the books that needed to be put back on the shelves.

As she wondered up and down the aisles with the cart, she noticed a nice looking guy. He seemed to be around his mid 20’s. She wasn’t sure what caught her eye. Maybe it was his very athletic build.

As she went around the corner of the next book shelf, she thought she saw him looking at her. She felt her face turn red. She felt like it was more than just a simple look. She made a u-turn and went down the cross aisle. She again glanced his way and noticed that he was watching her. Again her face became flush and her heart started to race. She couldn’t believe that the young hunk was watching her. Could a a young man young enough to be her son, actually be checking her out?

She had been happily married for 20 years and couldn’t believe that she was getting excited by some guy looking at her. She was 48 years old and been able to stay trim and fit. She was 5’11” and still had a models figure, 36C-25-36. Her light auburn hair fell to the to just below her shoulders.

She tried to put it out of her mind and tried to get back to her task of putting the books away. She succeeded in emptying her cart and returned to the front desk to start again on another cart of books to be put away.

As she neared the spot where her young admirer was earlier, she noticed he was still there. She disappeared down an aisle before he could see her. She suddenly was feeling a little bit wanton and adventurous. She was wearing Beylikdüzü escort a blue cotton blouse that buttoned down the front, a cream colored skirt that came to a couple of inches above the knees, beige stockings, and blue 3″ pumps. Lauren undid two of the buttons of her blouse so that that blouse was open to just above her bra.

She spied some books left on a table that was a couple of feet in front of her admirer. She went over to the table and bent over to pick up the books, giving her watcher a view down her blouse. She felt her breasts hanging down into her bra cups, sure that he was taking it all in. She felt her nipples harden and sexual excitement course through her. As she straightened up, her eyes met his. He smiled at her and and she smiled meekly back.

She walked past him with her cart and stopped at the first shelf behind him. She knelt down to put a book on the lower shelf. As she knelt down, she tugged her skirt just enough so that her skirt hem slid up her thigh and the dark band of her stocking could be seen. She paused, so that her admirer would have a nice look at her thigh. As she got up and turned, her eyes met his again. She suddenly felt very self conscience and pushed her cart away.

By the time Lauren came around again, her admirer was gone. She wondered what he was like and why she was thinking about him. She felt the confliction within her about her normal modesty and her excitement of flashing a total stranger.

She went home that night fantasizing about her mystery watcher.

The weekend passed and she returned to work on Monday. She hoped that she would see her young admirer again. She changed her attire for work. She started to wear her form fitting blouses and shorter skirts to work wanting to show off to her admirer. But he was not there on Monday. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday Beylikdüzü escort passed with no sign of the young man.

Friday came around and Lauren showed up at work as usual. As she started to roam up and down the aisles with her books, She spotted her young voyeur. She was filled with excitement.

She had chosen to wear a tight sweater dress that showed off her curves. It buttoned down the front. As soon as she saw her young friend, she dodged behind a row of shelves and unbuttoned the top of her dress so that the last fastened button was below her breasts. She started on the buttons at her hem and didn’t stop until there was only one button fastened below her groin. When she walked, her young friend would be able to glimpse her stocking tops.

She glanced from behind the book shelves to make sure HE would be the only to see her displaying herself. Satisfied that she would not be seen by anyone else, Lauren came around the shelves. As luck would have it, there was a magazine and newspaper on the floor close to his chair.

As she approached his chair, he looked up and gazed into her eyes. She suddenly felt very foolish but her sense of duties took over and she knelt down to pick up the errant newspaper and magazine. As she knelt down and bent over, her breasts pushed against her sweater and opened up a gap to view down her top and her lower dress split open to a view of her inner thighs and the dark upper band of her stockings.

She felt the stirrings in her groin and she wanted to grind her thighs together. She suddenly felt light headed and dizzy. She was having trouble maintaining her balance. Lauren started to fall forward. Her admirer leaped up from his chair and she fell into his arms. She was mortified.

She stood up as quickly as she could, but was still dizzy. She leaned into him for balance. Escort Beylikdüzü She felt her breasts press into his chest. He felt his hot breath on her cheek. She finally recovered her motor skills and thanked and then excused herself from the hot body she was fantasizing about.

She headed for a corner of the library to try and regain her composure. In her haste, she had left her cart behind. Lost in her thoughts, she heard the squeaking of the cart wheels. She looked up and there was the man she was trying to avoid.

“You forgot your books.” he whispered. “Are you ok?”

She started to speak, but couldn’t get anything to come out of her mouth.

She was trembling when he put his hands on her shoulders from behind. He rubbed her upper arms to try and relax her. She felt his hands move to her stomach and felt his chest press into her back.

She felt frozen. She felt his hands unbuttoning her dress. He started with lowest one and felt the cool air hit her damp panties as her dress was slowly opened up. She felt the air on her stomach and realized that he had finished unbuttoning her dress. His hands pulled the dress back off of her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

He started to gently rub her pussy lips through her panties. His fingers instantly wet from her juices. Her legs become weak and unstable. She felt everything welling up inside her. His fingers gently brushed the top of her panties. And she felt them slip under the elastic waist and graze her pussy hairs. She felt his fingers find her clit and it sent her over the edge. Lauren exploded into an orgasm. Her knees buckled and she began to sink to the floor.

As Lauren began to regain her wits, she found herself lying on the floor with just her bra, soaked panties, stockings, and heels on. Her juices were seeping out of her panties and on to her dress underneath her. Her handsome love nowhere to be seen. She quickly dressed, thankful that no one had seen her in this state.

It didn’t take her long to start to dream of her next encounter with her mysterious love.

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I always dreaded going to the pool and working my eight hour sift. Life guarding was something I thought I was meant to do because I enjoyed swimming and I wanted to help people. Instead of days filled with diving in the water and giving CPR I sat in a chair all day. I was more of a parent than a lifeguard. My biggest responsibility was blowing the whistle when I noticed inappropriate roughhousing or running. Three years had gone by before got the opportunity to save anyone.

When I turned thirty, I was given the opportunity to manage the pool. I made more money and had a few more responsibilities. I saw most of the people who entered the pool and was able to see the hot bodies as they entered. I would usually take a mental note of when I saw five hot women enter. Then I would do a walk-around of the pool, primarily to see if those five women looked in their bathing suits as I imagined. It was one way that I entertained myself.

During the early summer days, the pool got few visitors. I released many of the lifeguards early, sometimes leaving just me and one other lifeguard. At the end of the night, I assisted the remaining lifeguards in cleaning the pool. On one such night I had only Julio closing with me. Young Julio was from Peru and had a solid bronze tan. I wouldn’t consider myself homosexual or heterosexual, just sexual. I often found myself daydreaming of Julio.

As the sun was setting that afternoon, I found Julio on his knees arranging the lifejackets from small to large and placing them on the rack. I could see the muscles twitching in his back as he moved his arms. I found him mesmerizing Beylikdüzü escort as I stood in the doorway to the equipment room, watching. When Julio finished, he turned around and was obviously startled when he saw me in the doorway.

I moved closer to him and looked at the rack of jackets like I was giving them my manager’s inspection. He took one last glance at his work and said, “I’m finished. I guess I’ll get going”. I was blocking his path to the door. I looked him in the eyes and didn’t move. I wanted him.

I took my hand and ran my fingers through his wavy, black hair. His eyes closed. My hand stopped at the base of his neck. I could hear his breathing quicken. I stepped closer to him, so close that I could feel the heat of his body. He looked up and down, moving closer so that our lips were centimeters apart. I felt his breath on my lips. He put his lips on mine

After a kiss that probably lasted only a few seconds I felt him pull away. He paused, looking at my lips. I felt his lips again. His tong brushed against my lips and my tongue. I felt the blood start flowing to my member. I moved my body closer to his. I could feel his hard pectoral muscles pressed against my chest. I felt him put his hands on my waist, inviting me to press against his toned body. I moved my hands along his sides, up his stomach, across his chest, down his back, and rested them on his ass. I felt every rib of muscle on his body.

I pulled myself away from his lips. I took off my white polo to reveal my body. I felt vulnerable, unsure if he was interested in me. He watched my movements. I took his Beylikdüzü escort hand and traced it along my body. I quickly ran his fingers across my nipples. His hand moved to my waist and drew me closer. As he kissed me I reached for the bottom of his shirt. I pulled his black tank top over his head and quickly placed my hands over his pecks. He pulled me to him again. I put my arms around his neck and put my fingers in his hair as we kissed passionately. I felt his hands squeeze my ass. Julio was a very strong man.

I assumed there was no turning back at this point. I reached for his red lifeguard trunks and pulled them to his knees. His hard cock sprang free and hit against my crotch. He had stopped kissing me to see what I was going to do. His breathing was very deep and I could tell he was nervous. I grabbed his manhood and slowly worked it in my hand. He seemed surprised at my actions.

I pulled down my khakis and boxers while Julio watched. My cock was pointed at his. I moved closer to him so that our cocks inadvertently touched. We shared another long, deep kiss. I looked down at our cocks pointed at each other. I took each cock in my hand and rubbed the heads together. The sensation was incredible. Some of our pre cum mixed together and wet the tips of our cocks. Julio watched.

I got a few pool towels and laid them in front of Julio. I grabbed Julio’s cock as I moved to be eyelevel with his swollen penis. I took him by the ass, neglecting my own cock, and I pulled him deep into my mouth. I squeezed his muscular ass in my hands. As I sucked his cock I moved my hands up and down his bronze, Escort Beylikdüzü hairless legs. His thighs were the hardest I ever felt.

I stopped sucking Julio’s cock and sat on the towels. I called drew him towards me with my finger. He sat with his knees in the air and I could not take my eyes off of his cock. I lay on my side with my back facing him. I didn’t see any resignation on his face. I pulled him by his cock towards me. His body followed. He lay on his side so that his chest was to my back. I guided his cock towards my ass hole. He replaced my hand with his as the head of his cock found my ass.

I grabbed my ass cheek with one hand to make my ass hole more accessible. My spit was still dripping from his cock, providing natural lubrication. I felt his cock slide past my ass hole a few times but he finally found my bud. It took him a while to push in. Slowly, I felt his cock move farther inside me until I felt his curly hairs tickling my ass.

He paused while in this position. I heard him moan with pleasure. I turned my head so that I could meet his gaze. He looked down and kissed me. As our lips were locked I started to feel him work his cock in and out of my ass. He took his fingers and pinched my nipples. I pulled my lips away, feeling so many wonderful sensations. He put his hand on my stomach to hold me in place as he worked harder inside my ass. I felt connected to Julio.

I felt him nibble on my ear and he whispered something in Spanish. I heard him moan and felt a stream of warm fluids filling my ass. He worked inside me a few more times as he emptied his load. He grabbed my chin and turned my face towards him. He pressed his lips against mine in our most sensual kiss. He put his hand around my cock and made me cum within seconds. His softening cock remained in my ass. I lay in Julio’s arms as we enjoyed our afterglow.

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“I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” Karen repeated. It was probably the third time she made the same argument about why she couldn’t get into the pool and still Enrique and Sara insisted she get into the water. Both of them were currently stripped down to their undergarments and lazily swimming around in the cool water, not that their clothing was doing much for their modesty.

Karen could already see Enrique’s cock outlined by his soaked boxers. It brought back memories of their single heated encounter when she stared at the silhouette of his package. Right next to him stood the vixen currently in control of his heart and her best friend Sara.

Sara was dressed in a lavender bra and matching thong with a cat paw print on the crotch not that either were concealing her body much. Her dark brown nipples were clearly visible through the soaked fabric. At the same time Karen could easily Sara’s pussy around her thong and of curse she had a great view of her cute ass every time she started swimming around the pool. “Nobody did, just get in.” Sara smiled splashing her best friend before lazily floating away in the pool.

They were all in Sara’s backyard and sitting around the spa where they had began empty beer bottles were scattered all around. A bottle of rum, half emptied, rested by the three. “If she doesn’t want to get in, she doesn’t have to.” Enrique teased wrapping his arms around Sara’s middle and gently kissing her on the cheek.

“No, it’s no ok.” Sara replied pushing him away with her rear and swimming back over to Karen. “If you don’t get your ass in here right now I will pull you in with your cloths on.

“I’m not getting in.” Karen repeated stepping away from the pool.

Sara frowned and climbed out of the water with following her friend. “What’s up girl? I know you aren’t nervous about being naked. Not you.” Sara teased tugging at her friend’s shirt.

“I told you I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“Then skinny dip.” Karen’s eyes widened at the idea.

“You’re kidding.” Sara didn’t answer; instead she reached behind her back and pulled unfastened her bra and tossed it aside then gripped her panties and slid out of them dropping them on the concrete. Sara had always been an attractive woman with a slender waist and the wide hips that made every man’s mouth water when they looked at her.

“Fine.” Karen pulled off her stripped down slowly staring at Sara. She hated being around Sara, it was so hard to get anybody to pay attention to her when she was around. Sara was everything that a man wanted, slender and pretty. It made her self conscious just to look at her.

Sara glanced back over her shoulder at Enrique who’d swam to the edge of the pool to stare at the two nude women. “Look at him, just like horny dog.” Sara said motioning toward the smiling male. She leaned closer crushing her smallish breasts against Karen’s D-cups and whispering in her ear. “Wanna give him a show?”

“What did you have in mind?” Karen whispered back running her hand down her friend’s Beylikdüzü escort side and squeezing her ass.

“I dunno, maybe a kiss or too. Just enough to get the boy’s blood pumping. Sara shot back leaning just a little big closer; they could have kissed if they’d wanted.

“Come here baby, get a front row seat.” Karen rasped in her sexy voice motioning towards lawn chair. Sara smiled and the two girls pressed up against each other beckoning him closer before turning their attentions back to each other for a kiss. It was done for show so of course there was plenty of tongue wrestling and hands slipping over wet bodies for a decent grasp. Karen was the first to let loose a moan tilting her head back so Sara could start kissing and licking along her neck.

“Don’t’ do that.” Karen whispered as her friend kissed that special spot on her throat that sent shivers up her spine. “Really.” It might have sounded like a protest but it was quite the opposite, she didn’t want the euphoric feeling to end so soon. She loved it whenever anybody kissed that spot, it made her knees weak and her pussy wet.

“Why not.” Sara responded gently sucking on Karen’s neck, nipping here and there and then inching lower towards her breasts. Karen turned her head down to watch Sara moving down over her collar and start licking over her tits. It was amongst the most incredible feeling she’d ever experience until Sara’s lips closed around her nipple.

The look on Enrique’s face as the two women explored each other was absolutely priceless. His jaw had dropped when their lips had locked and his tongue rolled out as the two women had started pawing at each other’s tits. Both women were moaning lustily and occasionally tossing him a wayward glance.

“Anything special you’d like to see baby?” Karen asked smiling as she stared at David’s cock tenting his boxers toward the night sky. He didn’t respond, instead he continued to stare dumbly at the two girls as Sara slipped behind her friend cupping her breasts and still kissing along her throat. She made quite a show of pinching on her friend’s pierced D cups, twisting them, mashing them gently in her hands. “Look at that.” Karen whispered over her shoulder.

“What should we do about it?” Sara whispered back slipping one hand down her Karen’s soft stomach, tracing her naval with a manicured nail. The finger ventured lower to Karen’s smooth shaven pussy gently parting her lips.

Biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming Karen moaned and leaned back against Sara. “I don’t know. Maybe suck it, or take turns.” She wriggled slightly against Sara parting her legs just a little for her friend.

“You suck and I can lick his nuts?” Sara suggested as her fingertip found Karen’s clit.

Karen’s body flexed all at once as a jolt of electricity shot up her spine dragging a silent sigh through her lips. She could barely stand as her friend slipped a single finger into moist hole searching around for that spot. Sara smiled as Karen’s spine straightened Beylikdüzü escort drawing a second moan through her lips. “I think he’s feeling a bit left out.” Karen gasped grinding her hips against Sara’s fingers. Enrique for his part had one hand over his cock rubbing it through the wet fabric.

“Let’s go help him.” Sara suggested releasing Karen and strutting over to the man. Together with Karen they each gripped one side of Enrique’s boxers pulling them down and off. Sara was the first to wrap her lips around his shaft though bobbing her head up and down over the tip of his cock. Karen had to settle for kneeling between his legs and lapping at his nuts.

“Oh god.” Enrique whispered as the two girls started to work on him. He strained his head up for a view of the two girls orally servicing his cock. Sara had him almost half way down her throat, about as far as she could get without gagging and Karen was noisily slurping on one of his nuts when he gasped.

“I’ll show you how to suck a dick honey.” Karen teased gently pushing her friend aside and wrapping her lips around Enrique’s shaft. “Watch and learn.” She took a deep breath and started slurping hungrily on his cock letting her saliva grease his pole as she inched lower. Sara and Enrique watched as Karen forced his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. There was a slight pause when he hit her throat followed by a gagging noise but she kept going until her nose pressed up against his stomach.

“Wow.” Sara gasped watching her friend deep throat. She sat there in awe for a moment as Karen worked her way up and down his cock before turning to kiss him. “I hope you’re enjoying this baby.”

Enrique didn’t speak; he just nodded his head up and down gripping at the chair’s steel frame as Karen continued working on him. Sara straddled his hips inching down towards her friend’s face. “Me to.” She moaned.

Karen smiled up at her moving her lips to Sara’s pussy parting her folds and licking at her. Sara instantly jumped as Karen’s tongue found its way to her clit gently grazing the spot. She reached down tangling her fingers in Karen’s hair as she bucked her hips up. “Hold still honey.” Karen teased slipping a pair of fingers into Sara’s pussy pumping. Her tongue found its way back to the underside of Enrique’s cock coating it saliva. “Raise up Sara.” Sara did just that lifting her hips up as Karen guided Enrique’s cock into her.

Enrique let a pleasured gasp escape his lips as he moved his hands to Sara’s hips guiding her up and down over his shaft. Karen was only a few inches away from Enrique’s cock as it split open her best friend’s cunt. She could see the juices flowing down over his shaft down to his marinating his balls in Sara’s unique flavor. Karen’s tongue slipped back out to dance out slurping up her girlfriend’s juices.

“Up here.” Sara pulled Karen up mashing her lips to Karen’s. The two girls moaned into the kiss swapping spit and the taste of Sara’s juices. Sara kept her grip on Karen’s face pulling her even closer Escort Beylikdüzü as she screamed out her first orgasm of the night into Karen’s mouth.

“Stop!” Karen gasped putting her hands over Enrique’s and holding her friend hips steady for a moment. “I want some too.” Karen purred lifting her friend up off Enrique and taking her by the hand. She led Sara to the spa and sat her down at the edge and together the vixens slipped into the heated water. “Come on over Enrique; don’t tell me you’re done already.” Karen leaned over the edge of the Jacuzzi letting her pierced nipples press against the cool concrete as she beckoned him over.

Enrique slowly stood up from his spot on the lawn chair still slightly dazed by the two girls nearly fighting over his cock. He just sort of followed the two girls and slid down into the water where Karen turned and kissed him. “Fuck me.” She hissed between heated kisses leaning back over the edge of the spa. Enrique slid beneath the hot bubbling water and gripped her hips lining him up with her cunt before sliding in.

Both of them let loose a moan as she pushed her hips back against Enrique’s cock. Karen looked back over her shoulder at him pursing her lips as he pushed into her from behind splashing the hot water around her thighs. To her right Sara had turned back toward Enrique wrapping her lips around his nipples and suckling gently.

Karen moaned as the water continued to slosh around her and his cock stayed buried in her cunt sawing in and out over her clit. It wasn’t going to take her long to cum, not with her best friend kissing the man who was fucking her. Her cunt was already starting to clench around his thick shaft as she got closer to her climax. “Harder.” She hissed.

In response Enrique dug his fingers into her soft hips and started slamming into her again. His cock was pulsing inside her each thrust bringing him closer. “I’m gonna.”

“Cum,” Karen finished squeezing her muscles around him and thrusting back harder.

That thrust was all it took for either of them to cum. That final clench of her cooch around his cock had him exploding his hot cum into her well fucked pussy. The feeling of him letting his juices loses deep inside her- It was the feeling of his cum flooding her cunt that pushed her over the edge clawing at the cold concrete as she felt her cunt clenching around his cock. “Oh god cum.” Karen rasped clenching her cunt down around Enrique’s hard shaft squeezing down until she felt his hot juices spraying her insides. Her fingers scraped over the concrete as her pussy clenched down coating his cock with girl cream. “Don’t stop!” She insisted still pumping her hips back against him until the orgasm finally died down.

Enrique pulled his cock free of her and sat down in the spa leaning his head back. “Pass me a beer.” He held his hand out blindly. Sara grabbed a beer took a swallow herself and then handed it to him before curling up at his side nibbling at his ear.

“You gonna be ready for another round soon?” Karen asked cuddling up opposite Sara. Beneath the water Karen had one hand on his balls gently rolling them around as Sara started stroking him back to life.

“We should have pool parties more often.” Enrique smiled staring up into the starry night.

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My first full day in jail was like nothing I’d ever been through. I woke up and put on my jail uniform which consisted of a black and white striped mini skirt and matching tank top. This was no ordinary jail uniform but then again, this was no ordinary prison. In my cell there was nothing but a bed with handcuffs, a vibrator, a few chains and a mattress on the floor. All the girls were allowed to pleasure themselves but there were always people around to see you play with yourself. Some girls didn’t mind being seen. There was this one girl across the way from my cell who was ramming her cunt with her vibrator last night. Her moans were making me so horny, I couldn’t help but join in. I smashed my pussy with the vibrator making myself cum, even though the guard on duty was watching me. So, in the morning after putting on my uniform, I was summoned to what the other girls call “the room” for the first time.

I was lead by the wrist to a big door where I was left. Several minutes later the door opened and I was invited in. This place was like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was dirty and disgusting. There was a single desk and file cabinet. The walls were concrete and the floor was stone. There was also a table in the center of the room and some chains hanging from the ceiling. There was a blonde woman in a slutty nurse’s outfit sitting, with her legs crossed on the table.

“Come in.” she said. I did as I was told and walked into the room and looked around.

“Now kneel.” she shouted as she hopped off the table and walked around me in a circle.

“You are now to refer to me as Miss Heather” she said, “You are to do everything I say with no talking back. If you need to cum, you must ask me first. Clear?”

“Yes Miss Heather.” I replied

“Good.” she said. Then she roped my hands tightly behind my back and pushed me lower on to my knees. She stepped back to get a look at me. Next, she slapped me across the face softly and then harder. I cried out so she slapped me again. She picked me up my tied arms and brought me to my feet. From there she suspended me from the ceiling. My back was facing the floor and my back was arched as if I was in bridge position. I was hanging in the air, none of my limbs were touching the ground. She spread my legs and shoved a high power vibrator into my cunt. I moaned as she pressed it deeper. I panted as it assaulted my G-spot. I wanted to cum so badly. She left the vibrator Beylikdüzü escort in me and walked to the desk. Miss Heather returned with a black ball with a strap. She shoved the ball in my mouth and wrapped the strap around the back of my head gagging me. She went back to the vibrator in my cunt.

“Let’s see it you can shoot this out.” she said showing me a butt plug. She shoved it deep in my ass as she raised the setting of the vibrator. I was about to ask to cum when I realized I was unable to speak because of the gag. I moaned as beads of sweat built up on my forehead. I shut my eyes tight as I felt a strong orgasm coming on. I knew I had to hold it back. Tears were welling up in my eyes.

Miss Heather saw me struggling and gave me an evil smirk as she raised the vibrator setting again. My cunt was throbbing as the vibrator invaded my cunt. I choked out a moan as I began to squirm. My eyes were bulging as I panted, completely out of breathe.

“What’s that you wanna say?” she asked, talking down to me. I made a series of grunting noises through the gag.

“Ohhh” she said “You want me to turn it up higher.” I shook my head vigorously trying to say no.

“Well” she replied “If you insist.” She proceeded to set it higher. I tried to scream. More tears welled up in my eyes as Miss Heather sat down on the floor and fingered herself softly while she watched me struggle. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm much longer. I looked at Miss Heather with pleading eyes. But her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. I moaned louder than I ever had before as I squirted cum all over. Thick bands of cum shot out my throbbing pussy in streams. The butt plug shot out my ass and hit the floor with a soft sound. I panted and shook as Miss Heather looked at me with angry eyes.

She took the gag out of my mouth. “I thought I told you that you had to ask if you wanted to cum.” she said.

“But I…”

“No excuses!” she shouted slapping me across the face. She moved around the chains until I was hung upside down by one leg with my hands tied behind my back. Miss Heather shoved her asshole up to my mouth. I knew what to do. I licked it. I jammed my tongue in and out of her ass. She grinded her ass up against my mouth. She moaned as I sucked on her asshole. She stood back up and spanked my exposed cunt with a paddle several times. I moaned louder with every strike.

From there she adjusted Beylikdüzü escort the straps so I was hanging my wrists from the ceiling and my knees held up and spread so my wet cunt was exposed. Miss Heather pressed this device that looked like a dildo but with a huge ball on the end. She smashed it against my cunt but didn’t shove it in. She flicked a switch and the device shocked me. Literally sent an electric shock through my cunt. I screamed and moaned as she electrocuted me. I shut my eyes tight and quivered. Miss Heather spanked my ass with her bare hand until my skin turned red. She continued to shock me at random short intervals. She brought over a stool to sit on. She sat on the stool and raised her foot to my asshole. She rammed her big toe into my ass. I shouted as she thrust it deeper and deeper. She toe-fucked me as I screamed with both pleasure and pain. She shocked me again.

“May I cum?” I panted loudly.

Miss Heather giggled. “No.” she replied laughing. She shocked me again.

“Please Miss Heather!” I said lightly closing my eyes and biting my lip.

“Beg!” she demanded.

“Please Miss Heather, let me cum, please!” I pleaded, “I’m begging you, I can’t hold back any longer.”

Miss Heather smirked “Go ahead.” My body tightened and let out my hot cum. I moaned as the cum squirted out in small spasms. Miss Heather smiled at me. She spanked my ass again and un-chained me. However, she left my arms tied behind me. I felt completely defeated as I knelt on the cold stone floor.

She threw me on the ground to my knees. She strapped on a big plastic cock. She poked my lips with the plastic dick. I shoved it in my mouth and sucked it. I slammed my head back and forth. Miss Heather thrust her hips in rhythm with my mouth. She slapped my cheek as I sucked. My face reddened under her hand. She viciously pounded my mouth as she face fucked me with a red plastic dick. She removed the plastic cock from my mouth and tossed it aside.

Miss Heather strapped my body in an “X” shape on the floor. She squatted over my face. She slammed her cunt against my face. I lapped her cunt. I swabbed her juice hole with my tongue. I swirled my tongue around inside her. I bit and sucked on her clit. Miss Heather closed her eyes and arched her back as she lowered her pussy closer to my face. Her pussy was now actually smashed against my face. I didn’t even have to stick my tongue out to get to it. Escort Beylikdüzü Her juices leaked out on to my lips and my face. Without warning she came on my face and in my mouth.

She wouldn’t allow me to wipe her cum from my face. She picked me up and lifted me to the table. I was laid on my back on the table and strapped down with my legs in spread eagle at the edge of the table. She put the rubber dick back on and began to fuck my cunt. She fucked me with short, quick thrusts. Her tits shook as she rammed my cunt. She panted as the rubber cock reached deeper and deeper into my cunt. While fucking me she re-inserted the butt plug.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I shouted, “May I cum Miss Heather?”

“On one condition.” she said,”While cumming, you have to shoot that butt plug out of your ass again.”

“Ahhh, okay!” I agreed while she fucked my brains out. I came hard as my pussy went somewhat numb. I shut my eyes and the butt plug shot out. I smiled as I knew I accomplished my task. She pet my pussy gently. She would stroke it and then give it a good hard slap. She rubbed it and pinched it.

Miss Heather strapped me on my hands and knees. Then she sprawled out over me shoving her rubber cock in my ass. She took over my body mercilessly ramming my tight asshole. My whole body shook with every thrust. Before I could cum she un-chained me and hung me again by my wrists from the ceiling. Miss Heather attached a weight to each of my nipples. and whipped me all over with a leather cat-tail whip. I moaned as she reached down and spread my thighs and reached up my cunt. She used both hands and got down on her knees. She opened up my pussy as if trying to see how wide it could go. I screamed as she opened me. She wiggled her fingers around inside me. She started with two fingers and slowly added more until she had a whole fist in my pussy and as second fist in my ass.

“May I cum Miss Heather?” I pleaded.

“Yes, you may.” she said. I came hard on her hands. She brought her hands to my mouth so I could lick off all my cum from her hands. I wrapped my tongue around each of her fingers, sucking the cum off each of them. She then gave me two swift slaps across the face. She ram her hands up and down my chest, pinching my nipples. I wanted so badly to reach down and touch her back but I was restrained. She kissed me passionately on the mouth.

She broke our kiss and un-chained me from the ceiling. I dropped to my knees. She patted me on the side of the face.

“Get out.” she said. And that’s all she said. I got up, put my uniform back on and walked out of the room back to my cell. That was my first and certainly not my last experience in “the room”.

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This story is a work of fiction. All character within this story are fictional and any resemblance to any actual parties in mere coincidence. Please do not re-distribute for any reason without seeking the authors permission, though the author does encourage you to share with friends. Please feel free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade, for any reason at the address in my profile.

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Part one (?)

We had been chatting online for a while, David and I. We had never met, but we would exchange more pictures then anyone should ever have of himself. David was 45, Irish decent, a black mustache and goatee, gray at the temples, salt and peppering toward the black thatch of obsidian hair adorning the top of his head. His eyes were a beautiful blue, accented by black thinly framed glasses. He said, and appeared to be about 6’1″ with a large frame, the type that looks a little overweight, but oddly like it was just misplaced muscle. His body was covered in thick black fuzz with gray sprouts here and there. His cock was a menacing thing, about 7″ of what looked to be a pretty thick hunk of meet, not overly gracious, but a damned good helping.

I was partnered, but very interested, so we had worked things out with my partner. See my partner and I already had an open relationship, but an ongoing online thing seemed strange. However, my boyfriend was more than willing, when he found out the whole idea was for me to get a chance to relieve the sexual tension I built up; by playing out games with this man involving the fetishes I had acquired over the years, which my partner, sadly, did not share. However part of the reason we were dating was due to the fact that he was greatly into the idea of me getting off, so my need to explore in whatever way possible was easy for him to accept, in fact he even offered to help make sure I did the things I was ordered to do!

Therefore, it was with this that my life as a diaper boy began, but not nearly, how it ended. At first, it was mild; David sent me an e-mail from time to time explaining my orders for a few days, to wear diapers for 8 hours here and there, to piss them while wearing them. There were a few rules that were standard procedure. I could not touch a diaper once it was secure and in place until I had used it and was permitted to remove it, I was only allowed to orgasm when permitted or when my partner and I had sex, mind you I was allowed to masturbate all I wanted. The rule attached to that was that whenever I came I had to have something up my ass. It was a way to make the subconscious relate orgasm to anal stimulation.

This last subject was further emphasized as the training progressed and I began listening to hypnosis files designed to make me more subservient, more attracted to the idea of wearing diapers, more comfortable to losing control when in diapers, and finally the most stimulating of the files, one designed to make it easier to orgasm simply from anal stimulation. I tell you that last one worked like a dream. While all the other files were working in a way I barely noticed, I quickly realized the benefits of being able to orgasm without ever having to touch yourself. What I had not realized was that more and more my mind was being drawn away from my ability to touch my own penis. Slowly my mind was being ridden of the burden of my own manhood.

As time progressed and this point became more and more clear, my mind began to wonder toward the idea of bending the rules a little, after all, you are not guilty if no one knows right? However, by this point my online Dom had me wearing 24/7. At first, this had been an issue, as I had wondered about the idea of someone at work seeing the bulk and realizing that I was wearing a diaper. I was assigned new hypnosis files and assured I would be fine. Within our two-month relationship, I was wearing all the time, and my boyfriend was making random checks throughout the day to assure I was doing as told. With the constant vigilance of the diaper wearing by my boyfriend, my time to jack off into oblivion was rare and hard to come by. I was doing well; really, I was, until David and James, my partner, decided I needed to start going through some anal training.

It was decided that I would start out my mornings cleaning myself out with an enema or two, showering, inserting a small sized butt plug, something that wasn’t too much strain for my ass to take, then I powdered myself, and put on my diaper. Latter during my lunch hour during my diaper change I would remove this first putt plug and move up a size, then re diaper myself. I started to express that the hard on this gave me might make the bulk even more noticeable at work, thusly increasing the risk that I might be caught. It was explained to me that I was a boy, a diaper boy, and needed to learn a few lessons in humility, and this was the mere beginning. After I got home, when James was waking up, he was a bar tender so our schedule left us seeing each other coming and going a lot. James would come into the bathroom with me and watch me change my diaper while he took his wake up piss, this way he could watch me change Beylikdüzü escort from the medium sized butt plug to one that was again larger.

After I was all changed I would usually help James cook a meal, and see him off to work, shortly thereafter I would report to David online. Usually I would clean the kitchen at this point; perhaps the bathroom and anything else David and James had discussed needed cleaning. I would perform these housekeeping tasks clad in nothing but a t-shirt, my diaper, and my socks. This was to ensure that our roommate, Rick, would get a chance to see that I was a humble diaper boy who was not ashamed of his place in life. Yea right! The first few times he made fun of me, calling me a big baby boy, telling me how silly I looked waddling and dusting. Eventually James was talked into getting me a onesie and from then on, I at least had something to cover the diaper, but as Rick pointed out, it just made me look more like a silly baby boy.

I would be allowed one last diaper change and one last butt plug change, to an even larger size, the largest we owned thank goodness. It was designed to hold the ring of my ass open as far as the most bulbous part of the plug before it, and I swear the bulk of this one was slightly larger than my own hand. A cock ring was added to the mix, and then I was re diapered, drank five glasses of water, and laid down for bed with a hypnosis file playing on my mp3 player. It was difficult for me to get used to this, as the cock ring, the extraordinarily large butt plug, the diaper, the building in my bladder, and the building sexual tension had me squirming for at least an hour and a half before I could even think about actually resting.

It was due to this that I was brought to learn my strongest lessons in humility. James usually got in from the bar around 4:30am due to restocking and close up procedure once the clock hit 2:00 and the bar called last call. Some nights however if it had been a particularly busy night or he and the bartenders decided to stay in for a little after-hours bar tender bonding; he wouldn’t stroll in until 6 or 7 in the morning. As I left for work by 8 and liked to have a slow start this sometimes led to us having less time together before I left for work, this time however it led to me getting into big trouble.

I had been in trouble before mind you; I had touched my diaper a few times, which led to me having to keep my hand in mitts for a few hours. Or I’d try to hide my diaper from Rick, which led to me wearing a diaper to the bar and having James feed me enough drinks to have me leaking all over my pants before I was allowed to leave. I complained about it, so I was sent to the market to buy more diapers, leaking once again. However, nothing was like this; nothing else had enticed the intensity of the training I was about to graduate too. Or rather, drop down too.

I had woken up so hard I was sore, my ass had gotten used to the plug, but I could feel it as I clenched the muscles in reaction to my cock being pressed against the warm wet diaper between it and the mattress. I had been leaking pre cum throughout the night, a fact that was made obvious as my dick slid against the natural lubricant when I shifted my body from the first stirs of waking. In that instant, my body shuddered, my hips thrusted, and in five strokes, I made a decision to break the rules. It did not take much more than three more thrusts, but I had paused, I had consciously made the decision, I had taken time out to think it over, and I was boldly undoing all the time put into keeping me this frustrated. It was amazing, it lasted for quite some time as it first started dribbling out, like pent up pressure in a teapot starting with a low whistle and gradually building up into a crescendo of screaming. I realized this analogy fit when my ears adjusted past the blood rushing in them and to the loud moans of pleasure I was making as the dribbling turned into cannon ball blasts of lubricating diaper boy juice on the already piss warm insides of my diaper.

As the warm feelings of pleasure ebbed off of me and backed away, I opened my eyes to greet the warm rays of light shining through the window blinds and to my horror, shock, and utter dismay, James was standing over me with an utter look of disappointment. The look was so purely genuine that it hurt to see it. David made a tisking sound with his tongue and shook his head at me. My cock deflated completely before I could notice it and I felt ashamed of myself. David reached in his pocket without taking his eyes off of me and retrieved his cell phone. While staring me down he did something I had not anticipated, he called David. I had never spoken to David on the phone; it had not occurred to me that James would.

“David? This is James; I just caught the diaper boy being naughty.” The fact that I could not hear David’s response made me more nervous then I already was. My mind was racing and confused, so I sat there, slowly feeling worse and worse, feeling tears begin to well up in my eyes as James starred at me. His large frame filling the doorway, my only escape Beylikdüzü escort route from his gaze, his reddish beard framing the frown his lips held even as he talked. One big beefy hairy fore arm crossed over his belly, the other held to his ear with the phone. The conversation continued from James’s end.

“Well you see, he managed to avoid breaking too many rules while breaking one of the top two on your list.” there was a pause “No surprisingly it’s the other one. I thought he was doing really well too, his progress was mapping out well and everything.” another pause” Right, then I’ll fallow the procedure and talk to you latter tonight. I will make the proper arrangements and call his boss. Thank you David, look forward to seeing you” James hung up.

By now I was completely frozen, completely cornered, afraid, embarrassed and mostly ashamed. Tears had begun falling from my eyes but I still made no sound, I sat there and watched James as he reached into the closet to pull out my toy bag. I watched him unzip it and pull out the duct tape, the rope, the wrist and ankle restraints, a couple of fresh diapers, and my head harness with ball gag and blindfold. I watched him as he walked over to me still on my belly, still staring up at him, still laying in my wet cum filled diaper, still crying. He Soothed me then and said “Don’t worry Daniel, it’ll all be fine. You are going to be punished, what I am about to do is in preparation of your punishment. What you did was bad, severely bad, and Daddy David and I have decided you need severe punishment and further training.” As he spoke, he had begun putting the restraints on my ankles and wrists and had already moved on to rolling me over and changing my diaper. He cleaned me off, removing my spunk from my flesh, and wiping me down, then he lifted up one diaper and a small pick and began poking holes in the diaper, then he lifted my bottom up and placed this diaper under me, and began removing the butt plug

“Now, I had to poke those holes in the first diaper” he said as he turned the plug around slowly inside me. “So that when you start to pee, it can drain down to the next one as it starts to fill, I’m not sure how long I’m going to have to keep you here” He began pulling on the plug just as I was about to ask what he meant about keeping me there. Instead, I let out a groan as he pulled slowly but steadily keeping constant pressure until the bulk started to push my hole further open. I had been doing this program for over two weeks now, so this part was not too bad, but with my legs up in the air and the stimulation, my cock began to react once again.

“My goodness boy! You are just too preoccupied with your cock aren’t you? We will fix that do not worry. Eventually your cock won’t even be of any concern to you.” with that he finished pulling the butt plug out, smacked my cock with the flat of his palm before he grabbed it to position it properly for the diaper that was being pulled up simultaneously to cover it. Shortly fallowed by the second diaper, which to my surprise he proceeded to duct tape the waste of, and a pair of blue plastic snap pants. Fully re-diapered and with restraints dangling from my appendages James began laceing the rope through the o rings on the restraints, and oddly, I thought, tied my ankles and wrists together, instead of spread eagle to the bed. He told me to spread my legs, to ensure I was comfortable around the bulk of my diaper, then tied the rope to the bed frame, and did the same with my wrists. As I realized I was being bound, with no knowledge of release or what was going to happen after I thought to ask.

“James, please, tell me what’s happening, what’s going on? Why are you diapering me like this and tying me up?” the pleading could be heard in my voice, and I struggled to show as much emotion on my face as possible, to no avail.

“See Daniel, that’s where I think the problem lies. You know I’m your boyfriend, and I only want the best for you, and David and I have been talking for a while, and he’s convinced me, daddy knows best, yet you keep questioning him. He’s helping you out, the way you asked, the way you negotiated with me, and your breaking rules you begged to have in place. Well, to stop you from doing that, were gonna make it harder for you to question what Daddy David says”

With that the gag was fitted into place and my eyes covered by the blind fold, the head harness was strapped and I was now bound, gagged, blindfolded, diapered, and confused beyond belief. It was only after the head phones for my mp3 player were put on my head that I thought “Well, it can’t get any worse!”

I’d undergone so many inductions by now that the hypno file didn’t take log, before I was spiraling down into a blissful trance of suggestions and guidence. I thought a few times that this one sounded strange, I didn’t seem to recognize a few of the words, but after they were repeated over and over I didn’t much seem to care, I just floated, unable to speak, unable to see, unable to move, unable to tell how long I lay there, blissfully drifting with words being spoken into my ears. Eventually Escort Beylikdüzü I must have fallen asleep, I only realized this as the blind fold was removed from the head harness and my eyes focused on the man I’d only seen in pictures, the man who lives hundreds of miles away, and had only had virtual interaction with me to this point.

“Good evening boy” David smiled down at me “it would have been much nicer to see you under better conditions”

As my mind crawled out of it’s hole of sleepiness I began to realize a few things about the human bodies functioning. Apparently, when your gagged with a ball gag, you drool a lot, enough to cause a large cold wet spot beneath you when you wake. Secondly, a person can pee a whole lot, enough to add twice as much bulk to one diaper, let alone two. And thirdly, not all of that bulk was urine, for the first time I had done something I never thought I’d do, and I learned a lesson about the human body at the same time. After weeks of remaining open most 24 hour periods, and a little push from your subconscious through hypnosis, a person can let loose a lot of pooh in there sleep. I could smell it as soon as I realized what the extra bulk was. David could tell by my facial expression. And he laughed

“That’s right boy, your shitty behavior has turned you into a shity boy!” he laughed, which made me more embarrassed, and as I heard James’s laughter join in, it worsened ten fold. “Don’t worry boy, you’ll get used to it soon enough.” and with that I felt defeated and once again began to cry softly.

David soothed me by running his hand through my hair, as he began to untie my wrists and ankles from the bed. “Don’t worry boy, everything is gonna be alright, daddy’s here now.” with that he stood and began rotating my body, first rolling me onto my back, then seating me on my full diaper load. At first I felt as though I were sitting on a small pile of…something, and I was, soon I learned that something was squishy, and it began to spread up trough my crotch and around my testicles, up the back of my diaper, and I swore I could feel it smushing around the sides. Thanks to the duct tape however none of it seemed to be escaping, not even the liquids!

I gave David a look of question, attempting in my dampened state to ask what was happening, but he said nothing and lifted me off the bed and asked James for help hoisting me onto his shoulder, I began squirming and making noises of protest, but with the bondage, the smelly diaper, the weary ness from having just woken up, and both David and James, I could do nothing more then land on his shoulder and be carried off. Past our bedroom door, down the stairs and into the back seat of what appeared to be a rented SUV. The night air had been cold, and the vehicle hadn’t kept it out. I lay there chilly and watching through the car window, sitting in the back seat on my own filth, ands and ankles bound, gagged, and waiting for unknown events to occur, watching James and David bring down luggage with what I could only assume were my cloths. Listening to the two of them throw them in the back and what little of there conversation they allowed me to hear “Thanks for coming down David, I was really surprised when you said it, but you’re right, it is for the best. You’ll only be gone a little while thought right? I don’t know how long I can wait!”

“It might take a while, the training I mean, I’ll call daily, within a week or so you and he should be communicating again, Don’t worry I won’t let you miss him too much.”

With that they closed the back hatch and said goodbye; David got in the front seat, buckled up and began to drive. While he drove he explained.

“Daniel, I know this is shocking, I know it’s all very sudden, but you’ve been slipping for a while now, making mistakes, you’re boyfriend and I just thought it would be better if you under went a little more strict training. We talked it over, for some time now. I’ve made a few suggestions, and he’s liked them all. I can’t tell you everything that’s going to happen, as it might ruin some of what I have planed, but I can tell you, the first week is going to be pure punishment. And I can give you a few preliminary rules just to give you some idea. You will only be allowed three diaper changes in a 48-hour period, less if I Don’t feel like changing you. Once were at my place, where I have the proper equipment, you’ll be locked into your and fist mitts. I doubt either of these will ever be taken off for any real length of time. You will not be allowed access to the Internet, the phones, really your only communication will happen out in public, and that’s if you’ve earned the right to leave the house without a gag in. Now I know you’ve always said the idea of being a big baby doesn’t really appeal to you, however that’s part of the point, the whole time your with me and are allowed to wear cloths, they will be baby print baby style cloths. In fact your meals will be from baby bottles and baby food jars, your bed will be a special crib I had made especially with you in mind, and you will crawl as much as possible, just like a baby. You couldn’t be trusted with responsibility, so most of them are simply being taken away from you. As I explained to David, I’m not sure how long this will take, but in the end, I’m sure he’ll be pleased with you, and that’s all that will matter.”

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Madison wasn’t in her office. I stopped abruptly, confused momentarily by the lack of her slim body behind the monstrous desk. The secretary hadn’t stopped me from entering the office, inured as she was to my comings and goings – I had just assumed Madison was in.

I walked to what I now considered “my” chair in front of her desk, sitting down and preparing myself for the confrontation I was contemplating. I ran through arguments in my head, trying to anticipate Madison’s refusal to face what we both wanted.

I simply HAD to find a way to have her. I was no longer content to let her do things to me; I wanted to do them to her as well. Her asinine refusal to allow any emotions or reciprocation was frustrating beyond belief.

After 10 minutes or so of inner monologue, I began to wonder what was keeping Madison. I supposed she could have had a meeting or something, buy why hadn’t the secretary told me as I walked past? I stood and sauntered around Madison’s desk, scanning the desktop for a clue – perhaps a sticky note or scribbled message that would indicate her whereabouts. I should have known better – her desk was immaculate and completely clutter free.

I wondered briefly if Madison would be upset at my poking around on her desk. I supposed I could always just quickly turn and rest my ass on the desk in my normal “position” as though I had been always waiting for her there. I paused and cocked my head, listening intently for a sound from outside the office. I heard nothing. Taking a deep breath at what I was contemplating, I wiggled the mouse to Madison’s computer, hoping her calendar was up and running.

The monitor sprang to life, and jackpot: the calendar was up. I bent over and quickly glanced through the tasks listed, and saw that she would be gone for at least another 30 minutes.

Okay – I’m nosy; I admit it. I plopped my ass in her chair and began to rifle with enthusiasm. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Though a large file folder labeled “Madison’s Deepest Darkest Secrets” would have been nice, I wasn’t expecting anything like that. It was more like I was searching for some kind of insight into who she was.

She was neat, and organized. That much I could tell from outside appearances, and I knew as much from my time with her anyways. She had neat graceful handwriting that I found pleasing to read. She was busy beyond belief. I saw in her calendar where she had notated “personal time” – with a quirk of my lips, I realized these were her blocks of time with me. She was brusque in her emails, though courteous to a fault. She kept sex toys in her bottom desk drawer in a closed box. She had an affinity for highlighters. She preferred paper clips to stapling. She stocked tissues and extra pantyhose.

I sat back in the chair, frustrated with my snooping efforts. There was not a speck of personal information in Madison’s desk. No pictures of family or friends, no birthday cards or personal books, nothing. She didn’t even have the “yay me” wall in her office that seemed to be requisite in most business professionals office. The entire office was sterile. The woman was as much a mystery as always.

I leaned back further in the chair, checking my watch and seeing I still had 5 minutes before Madison was expected to return. As the chair tilted to the limit, my line of sight lowered, and I caught a glimpse of something under the desk in the kneehole. Madison’s purse.

I paused, realizing that this was a much deeper invasion of privacy. What was I expecting to find?

Suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, I knew exactly what I was looking for. I snatched the black bag up off the floor, opening the top and seeing what I wanted immediately. I grabbed it, opened it, and found the prize. Committing the information to memory, I replace her purse on the floor and strolled out of the office.

I had her home address now.

***

I got the phone call I had been expecting later that afternoon. I answered my ringing line, giving my standard greeting when I heard Madison’s sultry voice.

“Claire, please meet me at Fatale’s this evening at 8 pm,” she said with the intrinsic authority that was as natural to her as breathing.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the consequences of what I was about to do. “Oh! I’m sorry Madison! I have a ‘thing’ with a friend this evening. I can’t make it.” I knew I was taking a chance – this was the first time in our association that I had refused her. Would she still go to the bar and find a willing partner for her games? Would she get mad? I waited expectantly for her reply.

After a tense few seconds of silence, Madison said “I see. Another time then.”

I breathed a sigh a relief, glad I hadn’t incurred her anger. “Absolutely. Bye for now.”

Madison didn’t respond, merely hung up her end. I sat back in my seat, my head spinning with plans and possibilities. It all hinged on whether or not Madison would still decide to go to the bar tonight. I was betting on not.

After Beylikdüzü escort work, I rushed home and took an extraordinary amount of time preparing myself. I knew it was silly, as Madison has been as intimate with me as possible, but the fact that I had never even been naked in her presence made what I was planning tonight a HUGE deal. I shaved, plucked, lotioned, perfumed and inspected every inch of my body. I selected my outfit with care, and for once I wore underwear. Lingerie really, one of my few pieces – this one a sexy emerald green teddy that set off nicely against my skin. Also, for the first time ever, I selected a pair of pants to wear to see Madison. She wasn’t getting to my twat so easy tonight.

After a quick stop at the local package store, I wound my way out of the city, following the Google Map directions I had printed earlier at work. Madison lived in the swanky section of town; I had expected no less. Turned down her tree lined avenue, I saw huge houses spaced far apart, most with private gated drives that led to the hidden house. I realized belatedly that my plan had a serious flaw. If Madison lived in a gated house, I was screwed – the element of surprise would be lost.

Finally, I rolled past her house. Thankfully, it was not gated. I passed it slowly, noting with satisfaction that her car was in the drive and a few lights were on behind the curtains. She was home.

I flipped a bitch a few houses down and returned to Madison’s home. I pulled into the drive, put the car in park and turn off the ignition. The enormity of what I was going to do hit me, and I took a few moments to collect myself, breathing deeply and ‘hyping’ myself up.

I stepped out of my car with confidence, grabbing the bottle of wine I had picked up at the package store and strode purposefully to Madison’s door. Taking one last deep breath, I rang the bell.

I heard motion on the other side of the door, and stood in plain view, sure that she was using the peephole. I prayed fervently that she opened the door. Like an answer to my prayer, I heard the locks tumble open.

Madison opened the door, and stood on the threshold looking at me with surprise and curiosity. She had changed out of her work clothes, and was in a black silk robe, closed tightly together over her breasts. The robe came to knee level, and covered everything very decently, but I had never seen such a sexy sight before. Her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders carelessly, her face was clear of makeup, her feet were bare. She looked like twenty different flavors of delicious.

“Claire! Why are you here?” Madison asked in consternation.

“My plans changed. Surprise! I brought wine,” I said cheerfully, as if this was a normal occurrence.

“And just how did you find out where I lived?” she asked with suspicion.

“I hired a private investigator,” I replied deadpan, and then burst out laughing at Madison’s shocked face. “I’m kidding! Good old fashioned snooping,” I admitted, smiling ruefully. “Are you gonna invite me in or not?”

Incredibly, it seemed Madison debated the question. I braced myself again for the dismissal she was so good at giving, knowing I was not just stepping across her threshold, but across her strongly drawn self-imposed boundaries.

“This is highly abnormal, but yes I suppose you can come in,” Madison said after a moment, swinging the door wide to let me in.

“Thanks babe,” I replied breezily, sneaking a peek out of the corner of my eye as I walked past her into the foyer, looking for her reaction to the endearment. I caught her quick succession of blinks. I took a few steps into the foyer, trying my best not to gape at the luxuriousness of that space, and turned around to face Madison as she finished locking the door behind me. “Where to?”

“Follow me,” she said, still obviously relying on the usual formality that she pulled like a comfort blanket around her.

She showed me into what I took to be a combination library/den. Floor to ceiling bookshelves lined two of the walls, the shelves filled with neat orderly rows of books. The rest of the room was painted in a rich elegant deep red, with large cozy looking rugs scattered across the hardwood floors. The furniture was large, deep and plush. The lighting was dim and soft. It was a very inviting and cozy room. I turned a quick circle, appreciating her decorating style and her eye for line and color

.

“Nice place you got here,” I said, steadfastly keeping up the lighthearted banter.

“Yes, it is. I earned it the hard way,” Madison replied, standing between me and the door I just came through. She fell silent, looking at me curiously. I knew I had her completely baffled on off balance – just where I wanted her to be.

I waggled the bottle of wine at her. “Got something to open this puppy?” I asked, smiling indulgently. “It’s a great Pinot, if you like red wine.”

Madison walked to a small wet bar built into a side wall and returned with a corkscrew and two Beylikdüzü escort wine glasses. She handed the corkscrew to me, and then watched silently as I uncorked the bottle of wine with a goofy flourish. She held out the two glasses as I poured a generous amount into each glass. I took a glass from her hand, set the half full bottle and corkscrew down on a side table, and clinked glasses with her.

“To us,” I said mischievously.

Madison’s eyes widened slightly then narrowed, but she offered no comment as we both sipped the wine. It was a really good Pinot, and I took a second to enjoy the full feeling in my mouth as I swallowed it down.

“Mind if I sit?” I asked, not waiting for her answer as I headed for one end of the dark brown plush couch.

Madison trailed after me, sitting down on the other end of the couch. I watched as she crossed her slim muscular legs, and then she turned a hard questioning face my way.

“Claire, please explain,” she said brusquely.

“Explain what?” I asked innocently.

“This is not part of our agreement,” she said harshly. “Wine? House visits? Not to mention your invasion of privacy in finding my home address in the first place. I would like a full explanation.”

I fought against my now-ingrained inclination to bow to her authority. I needed to keep control of this situation if I was going to get what I came for. “I’ve decided to alter the terms of our agreement,” I said easily, though I was quickly getting pissed off at her high and mighty attitude that never failed to rub me the wrong way.

Madison’s green eyes narrowed. “You’ve decided to alter the agreement?” I nodded, keeping the smile on my face, though I knew it would only piss Madison off.

“I did not give permission nor did I indicate a desire to alter the terms,” Madison snapped.

That did it. I could no longer keep my cool, hard as I was trying. “Permission?! I am not your child, Madison, not your pet! And in this circumstance, I am not your employee either. I am a person, a human, a WOMAN! And what about MY desires?”

“I believe I take good care of your desires, Claire,” Madison said, narrowing her eyes. “Or don’t you remember?”

“Oh yes, I remember,” I said coldly. “But that is not all of the desire I have. You know that. You know what I am here for.”

“Then you will be disappointed,” Madison said, sitting back and crossing her arms across her chest.

I cut her off with a wave of my hand, shifting my position on the couch to face her more fully. “Cut the bullshit, Madison. At least be truthful with me – you owe me that much. I want to know why! Why do I never get to touch you? Why do you never want to get off? Why don’t I get to kiss you? What are you so fucking scared of? Why do you keep all emotions and feelings at arm’s length and only take the power and control? Why can’t I…. “My voice cracked, showing the strain I was under. I took a breath, determined not to show any weaknesses to this shrew. I cleared my throat, and continued “Why can’t I have YOU?”

“I do not explain myself to you!” Madison yelled back. I blinked; astonished that she had lost her temper. “That is none of your business! If you are unhappy with our arrangement, you know you are free to terminate it!” Her eyes were shooting sparks, her cheeks were flushed with color, and her small mouth was tight with anger. She was seriously upset, and she was lovely.

“Yeah, I know. Fine Madison, this is me terminating our little fucking agreement.” I snarled.

“Fine!” she snapped back. “I’m sure you can see yourself out.”

“Oh, I’m not leaving,” I said with a snort. Madison looked at me with incredulity. I nodded. “I just terminated our previous agreement. Now, we are going to hash out a new one!”

Madison sighed. “Claire, I have no wish to enter into any relationship with you beyond what we have enjoyed already.”

“BULLSHIT!” I screamed, and had the pleasure of watching her flinch. “Stop lying to yourself Madison.”

Madison stood up as if catapulted off of the couch. “This conversation it over,” she said, turning away.

I jumped up as well. “The HELL it is!” I growled, taking three quick steps and grabbing Madison’s arm, hauling her around to face me.

She was a strong and powerful woman, but all the strength was emotional. Physically she was no match for me. I yanked her small body against mine, securing her to me with a steel arm around her waist. I shoved my other hand into the loose waves of hair behind her head, and swooped my mouth down to claim hers.

She tried to struggle, pushing against me with her free hands. I kissed her hard, but she wouldn’t soften her mouth for me. I pulled hard on her hair, forcing her to tilt her head back, exposing her slender neck. I ran my mouth hard around her neck, suckling and biting as it pleased me.

“Fuck you Claire!” Madison screamed in my ear as her fists hit my shoulders. I caught a hint of desperation in her voice.

I pulled back to look deeply into Escort Beylikdüzü her green eyes, holding her captive until her thrashing eased up. “No Madison, I’m going to fuck you,” I said softly. I watched comprehension dawn in her face, and then I returned my mouth to her neck, fighting against her renewed struggling to taste her skin.

My mouth softened as I let the taste and feel of her silky skin penetrate my consciousness. I murmured, sliding my mouth wetly up the column of her neck to nibble gently on her ear. Her pushing got weaker, less strident, and I felt a surge of victory that I might actually get her to succumb to me. But I knew she would have to stop resisting me; she would have to welcome me into her bed – I would not force her to do anything more than face her feelings.

“Madison,” I whispered softly, feeling her breath catch as my soft words tickled her ear. “Let me touch you. Let me please you. I’ve dreamt of this, of you; soft and willing in my arms. I will beg if you require it, but please…I need you so badly.” I nipped again at her earlobe, and then kissed my way back down her neck. I slid my way around to her other ear.

I whispered again “I know you want me too, Madison.” I interspersed my dialogue with soft slow licks and gentle nibbles. The hands that had been restraining her, holding her prisoner were now caressing her. I stroked my left hand up and down her smooth back, feeling the silk of her robe whisper against my fingers. Meanwhile my right hand was sliding through the thick locks of hair, smoothing out the tangles my fist had just caused. “Stop fighting me, stop fighting us.”

I felt her shudder, felt the surrender liquefy her bones. My heart soared in triumph – what a powerful feeling! No wonder Madison liked this stuff; it was a very heady feeling.

I pulled back, looking again at her eyes. Her expression was shuttered, but I could see the indecision and turmoil in her eyes. Yes, she did want me. She was desperate for release…but she was scared too. I leaned in and kissed her again, softly this time. In our traditional fashion, I kept my eyes open and on hers as our lips touched. I kissed her easy, and when I could stand it no longer, I closed my eyes, tilting my head to the side and opening my mouth to deepen the kiss.

Madison allowed my tongue past the barrier of her lips. I swept my tongue around the inside of her mouth, stroking her teeth and her tongue. My tongue retreated, inviting hers to follow. A shudder went through me as she complied, slowly sliding her warm tongue into my mouth. Her hands, which had been pushing against me previously, were now pulling me in tighter.

We stood in that embrace for a long time, kissing deeply and intensely. Her kiss was slowly driving me mad. The arms that had pushed against me were now clutching tightly. Her hands were roaming over my body, and I felt the desire shoot through me hot and fast; my body’s usual reaction to her touch. Though I had initiated, rather forcibly, she was surely taking control of my senses, of my emotions. Unwilling to lose the slight control she had acceded to me, I pulled away to meet her eyes again.

“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked quietly.

“Claire…”Madison said, lowering her eyes. Amazingly, she looked completely vulnerable and shy. I had never wanted her more. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not?” I asked gently. I knew she was scared, I just didn’t know why or of what. “Explain to me why we have never done this before, in all this time.”

Madison pulled away. I let her go, knowing that this was the time for serious and compassionate conversation, not pushing. I watched as she paced the room blindly, looking down at her own feet as they slid gracefully across the rugs.

“I’m not sure I can explain. I never have talked about it,” she began hesitantly.

I picked up the forgotten wine glasses, handing hers to her. I took my seat again, and waited patiently for her to order her thoughts as she paced and sipped.

“I’m essentially a coward at heart, Claire,” Madison said after a long moment, still walking the floor. “I’ve accomplished so much in my life, gone so far, and never have I let anything stand in my way. I have always been in control and sure of myself. But when it comes to emotions, to…feelings? I am not able to let go of myself enough to let somebody else have that power over me.”

“Are you afraid of getting hurt?” I asked softly.

“Yes, I suppose that’s part of it,” she replied. Madison quit her pacing and sat back down on the couch again. Facing me for the first time, she continued “But mostly it’s just the loss of control. To give somebody that kind of power over me, over my body, over my feelings…honestly it scares me shitless.”

“Okay, “I said. “I guess I can understand that part. But sometimes that’s the best thing about love making – the release, the letting go. Trust me; you do it to me all the time. And then the orgasm, when you are totally unencumbered by self, by thoughts, by anything at all – it’s most amazing thing. Surely you agree?”

Madison blushed. While I was trying to grasp the concept of ‘Madison blushing’, she shocked me with her response. “I wouldn’t know,” she said shyly, looking away from me.

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I was lonely. I was hurt, lonely and broken. Excuses, I know, but that was how I felt when I landed in bed with my neighbor’s 18 year old son. My husband of twenty years had just left me for a younger woman. I was no longer the tall, thin and hot girl he married and had become older, overweight and no longer sexy. My large breasts sagged and my hips grew wide. I was nearing forty and probably looked every bit of that age, if not older. I wasn’t getting his cock up anymore so he left me for someone who did.

Anyway, it had been a month of staying inside and avoiding any and all contact. I went to work and came home to cry myself to sleep. That happened after I would force myself to eat dinner, rewarding my fat ass with a large bowl of cookie dough ice cream. I cried my way to the shower, cried in the shower and then cried in bed. Sleep was nothing but horrible dreams of seeing my ex with his new bimbo, her large tits sticking out as he wrapped his sleazy arm around her skinny waist and paraded her around town, making sure everyone knew I couldn’t make him hard so he found something better.

My productivity at work started to drop and my boss decided to give me two weeks off, a vacation of sorts so I could get my shit together. “Look… we love you here and we hate seeing you go through this but he doesn’t deserve you. You are beautiful inside and out and yada, yada, yada…” I heard the speech from everyone I ran into after the divorce, I was better than him, he didn’t deserve me and I will find someone better than him. It didn’t make it easier though, if I couldn’t make his almost 50 year old cock hard then how in the hell was I going to make anyone else’s hard?

So anyway, now it’s Friday, 6 pm and I am sitting in my car after leaving Publix for my groceries, in my garage, the new pint of cookie dough ice cream melting in my trunk as the tears begin falling once more. Great, now I had two weeks to sit here and do this shit. I forced myself out of the car and took the food inside. My usual nightly routine began; dinner, tears, ice cream, tears, shower, tears and then to bed with more tears.

***

The sun blasted through the curtains and I began cursing myself for not closing them tightly. My bedroom faced the backyard and I had a wooden fence running around the yard. It wasn’t a tall privacy fence, it only came about chest high, but I wanted it so the dog could run around freely. Unfortunately the bastard took the dog when he left me. Anyway, I got up to yank the curtains closed and was suddenly frozen. The neighbor’s son, Jeff, was out back mowing their yard. He was such a good looking boy, around 6’4 with a toned body from playing football. He had dark brown hair and tanned skin and was wearing a pair of basketball shorts, no shirt. I felt a tingle, the first tingle in a very long time. I dipped my hand into my pajama pants and felt moisture.

Jeff had reached the back end of the yard and turned around, pushing the mower towards the house. I watched the sweat glisten off of his chest and my fingers slid between my swollen lips, rubbing at the hard little nub that had finally awoken. I began to fantasize, imagining that I was younger and hotter and outside with him. He finished the pass and started back up, just as I brought myself to an orgasm, my legs weak and shaky and my breath coming out in ragged gasps.

What in the hell? I felt embarrassment flush my face. I couldn’t believe I just imagined fucking an 18 year old boy, of course it wasn’t really me now but the much sexier, younger version of me. I pulled my hand out and closed the curtains. Fuck it, I would do some yard work, my own yard becoming very neglected and overgrown since my husband left. I changed, slipping into a pair of not so sexy lace undies that had become quite stretched, loose shorts over those and a sports bra. I figured that Jeff would be inside and maybe heading out with friends by the time I made it out back so I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing me. I pulled my long, brown hair into a ponytail and looked at myself in the mirror. My belly pooched out but my tits did look great being suffocated in the tight sports bra, no longer sagging to meet with my belly.

I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice and then sat on the couch for a minute to watch the news. Typical Florida weather, 8 am and the temps were already in the 90’s. I really do need to move to someplace cooler. I heard the mower shut off and waited a few more minutes, giving Jeff time to put it away and hopefully head inside before I went out back. Ten minutes and several boring news stories later, I turned the television off and made my way out back.

The heat blasted you hard, almost knocking the breath out of you. I slid down my sunglasses and walked around my pool, now green with algae and muck and leaves, to the shed. I pulled the door open and drug out the nearly new mower. I have yet to ever mow a yard so this would be my first time. I sighed, grabbing the pull string and giving it a hard yank. Nothing. I pulled again and again and Beylikdüzü escort still got nothing. Sweat was pouring off of me and my shorts were now sticking to my large, round ass. I looked over the damned thing trying to see if there were directions on it or something else I needed to do to get it to start.

“Good morning Mrs. Bates! I think you need to push the choke on it before pulling it!”

I jumped, nearly screaming as though I had seen a spider. I turned to my left to see Jeff standing at the fence, a smile as bright as the sun on his handsome face. I gave a little wave and then turned to the machine again, bending to find this so called choke he mentioned.

“Uh… where would I find it at, Jeff?” I asked, not wanting to turn around and let him see my red face as I felt like a total fool.

“Mind if I come take a look, Mrs. Bates? It should be on the right but it could be a lever and not a button. I’ll be right there!”

Before I could tell him that I would forget about it and just clean the pool, I heard the fences, his and then mine as he walked on over. I stood up, looking down to see the white sports bra I had so stupidly chosen to wear was now see through from all of the sweat. I crossed my arms over my chest in hopes that he wouldn’t notice.

“Here… let me take a look. Usually they need to be choked a few times before they start, especially after sitting for so long. Hey… why don’t you let me mow it for you, free of charge!”

He stood up, looking down at me. I couldn’t help but shudder at how gorgeous he was. Wishing I could fall into a hole in the ground, I shook my head no.

“Thanks Jeff but I need to learn how to do these things now that I am on my own. If you could just show me how to start it then I should be okay.”

“Mrs. Bates, I don’t mind at all, really. Look, you do something else, maybe clean out the leaves in the pool and such. I will mow the yard for you, every two weeks. I don’t mind helping you out since the asshole left you.”

My jaw nearly fell to the floor. How did he know?!

“Sorry, I heard my folks talking about it. Mom said he was asshole. Dad told me to come over last week to offer help but I had to finish up with school, graduation and shit takes a lot of time.”

“Uh… okay. I guess I can let you mow. I will work on the pool. Thank you, Jeff.”

I didn’t know what else to say so I walked back into the shed, leaning against the wall where he couldn’t see me so I could catch my breath. I swear I felt his eyes running up and down my body but figured that I was just going insane from the heat. I pushed off of the wall and grabbed the pool net.

We spent the next couple of hours in silence as he mowed the entire yard and I cleaned the pool. By the time he finished, I had the pool back to it’s beautiful blue color and we were both dripping in sweat. I put the pool stuff back in and then moved out to let Jeff put the mower back in.

“Thank you so much Jeff. I would still be mowing the lawn if you weren’t here to help. Would you please let me get you something to drink? Actually, why don’t you come inside, enjoy the ac and let me make you lunch?”

“Thanks Mrs. Bates, that would be great!”

“Please, call me Jessie. The divorce was final last week, no more Mrs. Bates.” I said, hearing the sadness seep from my voice.

“His loss… come on, Jessie, let’s go eat!”

He then winked at me, reaching around and giving my ample ass a good smack before heading towards my house. Was he? No… no way in hell. He couldn’t be. He had opened the slider and was staring at me, a shit eating grin on his face as I wondered if he was flirting with me. I closed the shed and made my way to the house.

***

My stomach was in knots. I had spent half of my life married to one man and now he was gone. I made Jeff’s sandwich as he sat at the table, his back against the chair, one arm thrown over the table and his legs spread. I won’t lie, I tried to see if I could look up his shorts. Any woman who says she would never is a damned liar! He was tall and I couldn’t help but wonder if the myths were true, tall guys had long ones while short guys had fat ones… I had only ever had one, remember?

Jeff smiled, telling me all about graduation and the kick ass party he went to last night. There was so much booze and the girls were putting out all night long. I had to ask, blushing because I didn’t know what that meant to put out. He laughed, his voice deep, pulling on an invisible string that ran right to my pussy. My nipples were hard and I was hoping like hell that he hadn’t noticed. Of course he was talking about hot young girls from school so surely he wasn’t looking at my old and fat ass.

“Jeff, would you mind if I took a quick shower? I seem to be getting a chill from the sweat and then being in the cold ac…”

“Not at all Jessie… I’ll just finish my sandwich. If you aren’t done by the time I am then I will let myself out.”

He had a twinkle in his bright blue eyes and I shuddered again. I gave him Beylikdüzü escort a little smile and bolted through the house, down the hallway and into my bedroom. I closed the door and quickly stripped out of the wet clothes, running into the bathroom. The hot water felt amazing so I quickly lathered my hair and rinsed, grabbing the sponge to soap up my body. I wanted to hurry so he wouldn’t have to leave. I don’t know why, it just felt nice having someone to talk to.

“Damn… he is a complete ass for leaving you.”

I nearly screamed again, turning to pull the shower curtain shut. I must have left it somewhat opened and now Jeff was standing in my bathroom, leaning against the counter, staring at me. I grabbed the curtain and pulled it to my body.

“Jeff! What are you doing in here?! Please… give me a second, I am almost finished.”

“I gave you several seconds, actually. Long enough to finish the sandwich, which was great by the way. Thanks. Now… please move the curtain, I was enjoying the view.”

He sounded older, his voice issuing a tone of authority. I looked at him in shock, not processing what he was telling me.

“Jeff… seriously. I am old enough to be your mother, please… I will be right out.”

My face had turned bright red and I watched in horror as he pushed off of the counter and walked towards me. If I was confused about his intentions before, it vanished instantly when I watched him drop his shorts to the floor. He had on nothing under them and was walking towards me with a nice, stiff cock. He raised his hand and took the curtain from my fingers. I couldn’t help but step back, pressing myself against the wall. I looked for a towel so I could hide myself.

Jeff was just inches in front of me, his head down as he looked over my naked body. I was shaking, not from the water since it was still hot, thankfully, but from his stare, from it having been so long since a man looked at me. I think I had forgotten how to breathe.

Jeff put his hand under my chin and pulled my face up, his lips pressing against mine. His kiss was soft as he opened his mouth and poked at mine with his tongue. I hadn’t French kissed a man in years, even that has stopped happening with my husband and that was so long ago I couldn’t even remember.

I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. He gracefully explored my mouth as I explored his. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly ran them over my body, down my arms and up my sides and over my breasts. I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him back a little. I didn’t want him touching my body, I didn’t want him feeling the extra fat I had on me. I thought I could possibly sleep with him but it would be under the safety of a blanket on my bed so he couldn’t see me.

“Jessie, stop hiding from me. You are a beautiful woman.” He said as he pulled away from my lips and began kissing along my neck and over my ear. I trembled, my heart racing. I heard the words he said but couldn’t process them.

“Jeff… please…” I moaned softly, unsure of what I was really begging him for.

“Shhh… relax and enjoy this. I know I am going to.”

He then began kissing over my shoulder, his hand cupping my large breasts, his fingers tweaking my hard nipples. Suddenly his mouth was on them, sucking them and biting them. I moaned out as one of his hands slipped between my legs and began rubbing my pussy.

Jeff released my tits and turned the shower off. He then told my to lie down in the tub. I hesitated, watching as he grabbed my shaving cream and a razor. He stepped back and sat on the edge. I finally relented, sitting on my ass and then laying back. He smiled as he squirted the cream into his hand and then moved it towards my pussy. Embarrassment crept up again. I hadn’t shaved or trimmed down there in a very long time, didn’t have a reason to anymore.

He was soft, spreading the thick cream around my pussy. He then crawled down, sitting between my legs as he began to shave me. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, keeping my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to see any grimace from his face. It felt amazing though and I was soaked as he ran the razor over my skin, his fingers spreading my lips to shave every inch of my pussy. When he was finished, he turned the water back on, flipping the lever in the tub so it would fill up the bath.

He then grabbed the sponge and finished washing my body, his fingers causing goosebumps to travel over my flesh as he played with my nipples and teased my clit. I forgot that he was only an 18 year old boy and that I was a 40 year old woman.

We washed each other, I made sure to take my time caressing his body, feeling the rippling muscles flex under my fingers before wrapping them around his cock. I was fighting a battle and I knew I wouldn’t win. Part of me was telling myself to send him home, how would I ever be able to look at his mother again? The other part of me was enjoying the tender moment we were sharing while another part of me wanted to be fucked hard and rough, to feel him slamming Escort Beylikdüzü into me with all of his strength. I was going to lose because I wasn’t going to send him home.

We turned the shower off and began drying. I figured I would give him this one time, this one chance; he was a kid and surely it wouldn’t last long. I was lonely and needed this, although I still wanted to hide under the covers. I couldn’t understand what he found sexy about my body. I clutched the towel tight against my body as we left the bathroom and walked towards the bed. I was nervous and couldn’t understand why since I just let him shave my pussy bald!

He spun me around, his lips pressing against mine as he walked me backwards until the bed was pressing the back of my thighs. I pulled away and sat on the edge, reaching forward to grab his cock. I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and began stroking, twisting my hand around as I moved up and down. He moaned, tangling his hands in my hair as I leaned forward and licked the pearl of pre-cum that glistened on top. It had been far too long and he tasted delicious, igniting a spark inside of me. I opened my mouth and slid him in, my lips hugging his velvet shaft tightly.

I was like an animal possessed and I began bobbing up and down his pole rapidly, slurping and sucking as I reached between his legs and rubbed his balls. I wanted him to fill my mouth, I wanted him to grab my head and thrust his hips and gag me with his cock.

“Hey now… slow down, beautiful! I want to make love to you… take your time, enjoy this,” Jeff said, pulling my head back so he cock fell from my wet lips.

“I don’t want slow, I don’t want love. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast and all night long.” I begged as I pulled against his hands, my hair getting pulled as I leaned forward to take his cock back into my mouth.

I forgot about my insecurities, my out of shape body with its extra padding, my saggy breasts and my wide ass. I sat on the edge of that bed and sucked his cock like a starving woman. Drool dripped from my stretched lips as my tongue slid out and tickled his balls while the head of his cock slid down my throat. I made him growl like a beast as he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth.

Reaching around his muscular ass, I slid a finger into the crack and began pressing against his asshole. He tightened his muscles and tried to fight me but I wasn’t having it, I pushed until my finger broke the barrier and then I pushed some more. I was in to my first knuckle, rubbing his prostate and listening to the guttural moans coming from this gorgeous young man. It was only a matter of seconds and he cried out, his seed shooting from his cock and spilling down my throat. I gulped and gulped, sucking for every last drop. I hadn’t tasted cum in almost twenty years and now I felt like I couldn’t get enough.

He pulled me up as I swallowed the last rope of hot cum, feeling it slide down my throat as he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue diving in to explore. I was worried that he would get grossed out from tasting his own cum, my husband would have been pissed if I tried to kiss him after that, even twenty years ago. However, it seemed to fuel Jeff.

He reached down and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt his cock pressing against my opening and I shuddered. He began crawling up my bed and I couldn’t help but be amazed that he was holding me. We made it up to the middle where he laid me down and pulled my arms and legs from around him. His lips left mine and he began kissing down my body, slow and gentle. I pressed up, pushing my body into his, wanting it harder. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed, his warm mouth pulling my hard nipples in, his teeth clamping around them and causing me to yelp. It felt amazing to be handled roughly.

He lowered his mouth until he was over my newly bald pussy. I looked down at him, not so embarrassed since I was on my back and didn’t look so fat. He smiled wickedly, blowing hot breath over the smooth skin. I was so wet and the smell of my arousal filled the air. I watched as he snaked his tongue out and ran it over my swollen lips before using his fingers to spread them, my clit popping out for a tongue lashing. He flicked and sucked on my clit until I was writhing beneath him, my fingers grabbing at his brown hair as my hips pressed up and pushed my pussy into his face.

Jeff brought me to the edge and as I screamed out that I was coming, he stopped, pulling away and sliding his tongue down to my virgin asshole. I groaned in frustration, desperate for a release from something other than my own fingers or a damned vibrator. He continued this torture several more times until I screamed out in utter frustration.

“Please Jeff… please let me cum!!”

His mouth latched onto my clit, flicking and sucking until I finally came, my body thrashing on the bed as tears rolled down my cheeks. He worked me over for a few more minutes, several more orgasms and even more tears until he finally crawled back up, his arms hooked under my knees to bring my legs up. He slid his hard cock deep into me, my pussy accepting him with ease since I was so wet already. I was finally filled and he began fucking me, hard and fast just as I had begged him to do.

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Ken Hughes looked at his watch as he left the Chamber of Commerce meeting. It had gone overtime and he was going to be late for his appointment at the accountant’s office. He grabbed his iPhone and quickly dialled their number.

“Acme Accounting, Veronica Lang speaking.” a sultry voice answered.

“Oh hi Ronnie, it’s Ken, I am sorry, my meeting ran late and I am going to be another 15 or 20 minutes before I can get to your office, is that going to work.”

“Not a problem,” she replied, “My last clients just left and hey, it is tax season so I usually work until 10 or later. The other associates have gone home, so I have to lock the door, but I’ll be looking for you.”

“That’s great, I was hoping I didn’t have to put it off until tomorrow. See you soon.”

As he hung up, he thought about Veronica. She was in her 40’s and something about her had always turned his crank. She had been handling his business for a couple years since her dad retired and moved to Florida and it was always a treat to meet with her. He jumped in his car and started heading toward her office.

Veronica locked the front door of the office and wondered if it had been anyone but Ken, whether she would have just put him off. She had been working 12 and 14 hour days for the past couple weeks and was starting to get stressed. But Ken was always a fun guy. He was in his early 60’s but looked much younger, and a couple times she had fantasized about the two of them hooking up. She walked to the washroom and threw some water on her face, combed her hair and touched up her makeup. She looked at herself in the mirror and although she thought she looked a bit tired, she felt she was a pretty hot MILF, or what ever that was they called women around her age. Taking one last look in the mirror, she undid one more button on her blue blouse so that the top of her black bra showed just a little. Then she went to her desk and pulled out Ken’s file.

Less than 15 minutes later she looked out and saw Ken’s Lexus pulling into a parking spot out front. She walked to the door and watched as he walked from the car. As always he was dressed sharply, nice jeans, a white button down shirt and grey sports coat. He looked great, and must have been somewhere warm as his white hair and white shirt showed off a nice tan.

She opened the door for him and let him in. “You know where my office is Ken,” she said as she turned to lock the door.

“So glad you could stay for me Ronnie,” Ken said, “I just have had too much on my plate this week since getting back from Mexico.”

They walked to her office and she offered him some water, which he declined. He handed her the folder of receipts from his business that he had forgotten to include when he first brought in his tax materials. They chatted a bit about Mexico and Veronica told him that with all the long hours she could sure use a few beach days.

As she sorted through his receipts, he startled her by taking her hand and saying, “Your nails look great, French tips, right?”

She blushed a bit at this attention, but remembered that Ken had always been complimentary on previous meeting, about her hair or her clothes, or something. He seemed to be a really nice guy. He held her hand maybe a bit longer than she thought he should, but she didn’t pull away at all.

They spent the next 15 minutes going over his file and at the end she said, “Well, looks like everything is in order and from what I can see you will be getting a healthy refund again this year.”

He smiled and said, “That’s why I come altyazılı porno here, always great service, and my consultant is great to look at!”

She smiled back at him, not knowing quite how to respond. Was he coming on to her, she wondered?

Before she could respond he said, “You are looking a little tired Ronnie, is everything OK?”

“Oh, it is fine,” she responded, “just these long hours at tax time and trying to make sure everything gets done has me a little stressed.”

He looked at her and smiled and said, “Well, I could give you one of my famous neck massages to help with that stress… if you’d like?”

She should have said no, should have just been businesslike, but something about him made her say, “That would be wonderful… but I’ll have to be the judge of how ‘famous’ it is.”

“Well, I like a challenge,” he said, getting up closing the venetian blinds in her office windows and walking around behind her. He took off his sports coat and then his strong hands found her shoulders and he began to deftly massage the tightness in her shoulders and neck. His thumbs working the back of her neck.

“Mmmm,” she breathed, “that feels amazing.”

“Told you,” he said, “Just relax and let Dr. Ken do his magic.”

Expertly his fingers kneaded her muscles and he kept saying, “just relax”, “let your body go limp”, “enjoy”.

Veronica closed her eyes and just savoured his touch, feeling her body start to totally relax.

Then Ken, pulled her hair aside, baring the side of her neck and she felt his soft lips against her skin. She felt all tingly and then heard him whisper close to her ear, “Do you want me to totally relax you Ronnie, I would love to make you feel good tonight.”

She hesitated, thinking it was unprofessional, but she couldn’t get past that tingling feeling she felt from his kiss and said, “Yes!”

“Good,” he replied kissing her again, “Just do exactly what I tell you to do, and I will make you feel special.”

She leaned back to feel his lips on her neck again and replied, “Yes!”

With that he kissed her and moved around beside her, turning her chair so that she faced him. “Stand up” he told her, “I want to look at you”.

She stood and watched as his eyes roamed her body, the room quiet and the only sound seemed to be her breathing. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest and wondered if he could hear it.

He moved a step closer and his fingertips deftly undid the buttons of her blouse and he slowly pulled it open. His eyes fixed on her deep cleavage and the tops of her breasts that were visible above the black lacy bra. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each one, then drew back and smiled and said, “You are a beautiful woman Ronnie.”

She did not respond, as no response seemed necessary. Their eyes met and she could see his passion and hoped that he could see hers.

“Take off that blouse and bra, I want to see your amazing breasts.”

She hesitated, about to say no and end what was happening, but she could not and quickly complied with what he asked. She slipped off the blouse and laid it on the desk. Leaning forward she reached back and unclasped the bra and then let if fall off baring her full breasts to his eyes.

“More beautiful than I had imagined” he said gazing at the beautiful globes of flesh, the dark pink areola and the very taut nipples. He leaned forward, his hands cupping beneath her breasts and lifting them to his lips. He took his time, licking and sucking each nipple, playfully nipping them with his teeth. He felt her shiver at this touch.

She knew türkçe altyazılı porno this was wrong, yet it felt so right. And she knew she would do whatever he asked of her tonight.

He flicked his tongue against her nipple and then slid down to his knees, kissing down her belly, his tongue lingering in her navel as he undid her black skirt. He moved down, unzipping her high leather boots and pulling them off. Then he raised up and nuzzled his face into her belly as he slid the skirt downward. It fell to the floor around her feet.

He moved back slightly, so that he could look at her, standing there in just her black panties and some calf high stockings. Leaning forward he slid off one stocking then the other, Veronica’s head was spinning with thoughts and emotions. She quivered at his every touch, and so wanted his hands everywhere on her body.

“And now the best part,” he said, looking up at her. His fingertips found the waistband of her panties and ever so slowly slid them downward. He smiled as her sex was revealed, the little tuft of hair above, the glistening wet lips. His head moved forward and he started kissing her mound. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the hot scent of her sex.

“Sit,” he told her and as she obeyed he positioned her with her legs spread and her sex at the edge of the leather office chair. As his head dipped, he said, “Now I am going to take all your stress away.”

She felt his hot breath on her, his fingertips opening her and his tongue exploring. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips as he ministered to her. She looked down and smiled as she saw the wavy white hair on top of his head down between her legs. ‘Could this really be happening, or am I dreaming?’ she thought.

But she knew it was no dream as his tongue swirled around the sensitive little nub of flesh sending waves of pleasure through her body. She whimpered and her one hand found his hair, her fingertips running through it as he pleasured her with lips and tongue. The sensations kept building and when he slipped two fingers into her it pushed her over the edge and she cried out, “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!”

He kept going, taking her on a roller coaster of pleasure. It had been a long time since she had experienced multiple orgasms and her body was shaking as this wonderful man took her to new heights. Finally it was too much, and she pulled his face away. He smiled up at her, his face wet with her juices and said, “I hope your stress is gone!”

She layback in the chair, her body limp from the amazing pleasure she had received. She watched as Ken stood up, and moved a couple steps back from the chair and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Your turn!” he said, and she knew what he wanted, because she wanted it too.

She moved from the chair, kneeling naked in front of him. She looked up and saw him pull his shirt off and lay it on the credenza beside her desk. He was in amazing shape, a broad chest with whispy greying hair and nice muscular arms. She couldn’t believe he was over 20 years her senior.

Veronica bent down and removed his shoes and socks, then raised up and undid the belt of his jeans. Unsnapping the button and sliding down the zipper she saw the outline of his cock straining against the white CK briefs. She leaned in and rubbed her face against him, so turned on by this man. Quickly she removed his jeans and then her fingertips found the waistband of his briefs and she slowly peeled them downward. His cock sprang in front of her face, nice and thick with a big head that was oozing a drop of pre cum. After removing his undies, she took his manhood in her hd altyazılı porno hand and leaned in and swirled her tongue over the velvet of the head. She wanted to give him an amazing blowjob, wanted him to enjoy as much as she just had. She lifted his shaft and kissed and gently sucked his balls, her tongue running over his flesh. Then she started kissing up the underside his shaft, finally allowing her lips to engulf the head. She heard his soft moan of pleasure as her lips slid downward. His wonderful cock filled her mouth and she began moving up and down the thick shaft. Her fingertips found his sac and she teased him with her nails. She felt his hand in her hair, guiding her, controlling the rhythm of her sucking.

She so wanted to feel him spurt, to taste his cum, to swallow every bit of his seed. But she was surprised when he pulled her lips from his flesh. She looked up, wondering if he had disapproved, but no, she saw him smile and heard his words, “I want to fuck you!”

He told her to bend over her desk, and as she did he moved behind her. He took his cock in hand and rubbed up up and down the lips of her slick pussy. She tried to push back, wanting him inside. Then without warning she felt him give her bottom a hard slap, just before he took her, thrusting his cock deep. He began fucking her hard, her breasts rubbing against the hard wood of her desk. She felt him slap her ass again as his cock moved like a piston deep inside.

His one hand slid around her hip and his fingertip found her clit, teasing it as he continued to thrust into her. She felt her body react and the sensations building again. She pushed back to meet his thrusts as she began to quiver. She felt his rhythm quicken and heard a deep growl escape his throat as he pushed deep. He cried out her name as he felt the sweet release and his cock spurted deep inside.

The pace slowed and she felt him lean forward and shower her back and shoulders with soft kisses. He held her, and they both savoured the afterglow of their lovemaking until he softened and slipped from her. She lay on the desk, panting and enjoying the tingling that she felt.

After a moment, she got up gave Ken a kiss and picked up her clothes and headed to the washroom to clean up a bit. When she came out he was standing there fully dressed. No words were exchanged as he took her into his arms and kissed her long and deeply.

Their kiss broke and their eyes met. This had been something that they had both fantasized about and now it had actually happened. He smiled and said, “I hope I was able to help you with your stress Ronnie,”

She replied, “It is all gone, Dr. Ken certainly knows what a lady needs!”

They laughed and realized that it was time to part. Veronica watched Ken walk to his car and drive away. She went back to her office, straightened up the papers that had been pushed aside on the desk and then sat down in the chair and ran the events of the evening through her mind. A thought formed in her mind and she turned on the computer. With a wicked little smile on her lips she drafted an email to Ken.

“Dear Mr. Hughes:

Reference our meeting of March 24th.

Thank you for coming tonight. I think our meeting was very productive and I do hope that I provided the service you expected. At Acme Accounting we try to make sure that all our clients needs are met. I was very happy for all your input and suggestions. I do hope we can meet again very soon as there is one other area that I think you should explore in depth. Call me anytime and I will be delighted to be of service again.

Yours sincerely,

Veronica Lang.”

She sat there for a minute reading the message and smiling at the innuendo. Then she pressed send, turned off the computer, put on her coat and headed to her car, still feeling tingly from her encounter with Ken.

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Darlene sipped her coffee, omitting the usual sniffs and ahhhs she indulged when drinking her morning cuppa without anybody else around. Her mind was totally absorbed with the embedded video she had just clicked on from the daily news roundup online.

It was an antiquated broadcast of the show “Politico, Corrected” with host Roy Mahler from the turn of the millennium, and Maryland’s perkily giftless GOP hopeful Christine Dunwright’s younger self was in it, much to her campaign’s chagrin.

Darlene dragged the volume tab up after the damn thing failed to respond to a simple press on the arrow key. The talking heads were at it. Christ, poor Mahler used to be kinda cute.

Mahler: So what you’re saying is, our kids today, they have sex, they have drugs–

Phillips: F[bleep]kin’ A!

“Damn, Bijou,” Darlene muttered, “you looked good in them pleather pants.” Did they still make those in lime green?

Mahler: And you have Fred Durst. That’s the unholy trinity right there. [audience laughter] And what you’re saying is–

Dunwright: Roy, these are all serious issues, and our legal system should be doing something about them–

Mahler: Well, with Durst you may not have to worry–

Dunwright: But the deeper problem behind them all is the Devil, Roy. The Devil is–

Wurtzel: [suddenly awakening] What? Where!

Dunwright: The Devil wants our kids to worship him, Roy. Worship is, when these kids dabble in witchcraft and–

Mahler: Please. You know, I see these goth kids at the mall, and what they’re worshipping isn’t Satan, it’s their daddy’s pocketbook, because they own it and they’re throwing it away on pink plastic gummy bracelets which are– let me tell you, I picked up a hooker the other day in the Valley [audience applause] and I had to go to the emergency room because one of those things ended up pressed into service as a cock ring–

Phillips: F[bleep]in’ A!

Dunwright: Roy, it is real, okay, because I know, I too was a, I dabbled in–

Mahler: Not my cockring you didn’t. [audience member: I did!] Behave! [polite laughter]

Dunwright: I was a witch too. I did teen witchcraft.

Darlene howled with laughter. “Witchcraft!” she cried. “Oh, too precious. Hey Jo!” she yelled at the ceiling, but she knew already from the hiss of the pipes it was no good. “Fuck it,” she said, stopping the video and running upstairs.

She opened the bathroom door– Jo always preferred to keep in the steam– and yanked the curtain aside, taking in her live-in partner’s soapy, curvy form. Jo typically kept the showerhead depressed, a sort of aggrandized trickle raining down in which she could lather and rinse herself with luxurious abandon. She was contentedly brushing her dragon-entwined backside with the brush. A rope of soapy bubbles crawled slowly around her hips, snaking its way to her denuded pudenda. “Hey, you,” she said, not taken aback at the intrusion. “What’s up?”

“Your secret lezzy girlfriend from high school, that’s what,” said Darlene triumphantly. “Did you two make witchcraft together as well as just plain fuck?”

****

“That crazy conservative cunt, she doesn’t know herself one lick,” said Jo when they finished watching the video together and Darlene had read aloud, amidst gloating guffaws, the rest of the accompanying article.

“So, true?”

“Oh, there was a certain component of gothiness to our affair, sure. Totally a fashion statement, as far as I was concerned. Or at any rate, just something to do. I thought she knew it was supposed to be frivolous!”

“Yeah, right,” said Darlene. “She might have been frivolous about you licking her grand old coochie, that’s something she might try and shrug off after the fact. But from the way she was talking on ‘Politico, Corrected’, you’d think she was a teenage Ruth Gordon or something. Which is hard to believe, considering what a Barbie she is today.”

“She’s not–well, she is cute, in her horrible way. But I mean, we drew some pentagrams in the barn dust and chanted a few ‘spells’, so-called. We went out in the woods a few times. All a good excuse to be finger-fucking altyazılı porno that uptight pussy of hers– not so uptight back then, actually.”

“Right. God, you guys finger-fucked in the woods? What about poison ivy and stuff?”

“What about ‘Poison Ivy’? More like ‘The Blair Witch Project’! God, she took a long time getting talked down off of that!”

“What? No, I meant–“

“Oh– well. We weren’t being careful I guess. Or careful enough. I mean, I kept some towelettes on me. Anyway, I was already pretty much out, the school lezzy, and it was senior year, and she starts coming on to me, trying to act all up for anything. But not around the boys. So yeah, she really was my little partner in crime. Until she started going to prayer meetings at the community college and suddenly it was all way over.”

Darlene nodded sympathetically. “I can’t believe she went on TV and outed herself as a witch though. Guess she’ll have a hard time living that one down now!”

Jo blew a stray tendril off her forehead. “I can’t think why this would be an issue for any normal human being. It must be an issue for her because she takes this shit so seriously. I guess she needs to believe in some kind of magic, and since witchcraft isn’t real– I mean, to anybody– she wound up with religion. She gets to believe in everything, even believe that she really was some kind of witch once.” Jo laughed wearily. “Boy, if she thought she was on the wrong side of the Lord for drawing pentagrams on her wrist with eyeliner, she must really be hung up on how she used to give me rim jobs.”

Darlene’s head arched back in aching laughter. “Oh, God! It’s too much. This little lezzy ass-licker’s gonna be our Senator–“

“It’s not like she can win.”

“But you won’t out her!”

“I’ve told you, it’s just– I can’t help what she is. And what’s the point? I could never prove anything if I wanted to.”

“But–” Darlene protested.

“There’s no reason to believe she’s ever done anything since. And really, knowing how crazy she is, who knows why she ever fooled around with me at all?”

“Because she’s a big fat lying hypocritical closet dyke, that’s why,” Darlene insisted. “One whose every position stands against gays and lesbians, against the whole human freaking race actually, if you ask me. Someone who will wreck people’s lives, deny them their rights, all just so she can make believe to herself she’s the Lord’s good witch now.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it was just a crazy teenage phase of hers. Or trying to get attention. Or– hell, maybe the devil made her do it.”

“Oh Christ, please–“

“In her mind, maybe that’s all it is. She’s a neurotic, she’s pitiful. And she’s got enough baggage to sink her already. She’s down nineteen points!”

Darlene nodded her head. “That’s not an excuse. She’s a danger to the community.”

Jo sighed thoughtfully. “Well, I can’t help that. I don’t believe in telling people what constitutes a youthful indiscretion and what doesn’t. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t waffle around a few times before I met you–“

Darlene smiled ruefully. “That was just the fag in you though. You’re such a know-it-all you had to have a guy, as a guy. Plus you’re such a damn ass-fiend.”

Jo smiled. “I won’t deny my little demons, not even to the face of Roy Mahler.”

“He used to be halfway cute,” Darlene noted ironically. Jo smiled. “I see that!” Jo pretended to hang her head guiltily at Dar’s protest. “So– how was it?”

Jo pretended she didn’t know what Darlene could be talking about. “How–was–what?”

“You know. Young Senator-in-the-making Dunwright when she’s sticking her tongue out for some hot teenage babydyke ass, that’s what?”

****

It was hot. The thought of it, and the retelling, got them both humid. So much so that, later in the evening, Darlene had to step into the harness, crack open a fresh bottle of Sassy Sliquid’s booty formula, and fuck Jo’s slippery little asshole with the strap-on.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Jo moaned passively.

“Mmm, you think she still does it? Licking lezzy holes,” Darlene prompted dreamily, pumping away türkçe altyazılı porno at Jo’s deeply impaled bottom, so slick and accepting around the shaft of her silicone dildo. “That’s what I think, you betcha! Mmm yeah, I bet she hasn’t stopped. You just wait, you hear?” She slowed down, holding just the tip of her cock inside, her thumbs pressing around the cleft of Jo’s bottom. “Yeah,” she groaned thoughtfully, reaching around to fret the tense little clit, making Jo’s sphincter clench and squirm around the solid tip of the cock holding her open. “Alaska, California, Maryland . . . We’ll all be sending up dykes from the Gay Old Party. Muff-munching for brunch in the Senate café. You betcha?” she asked softly, delicately pinching the sides of Jo’s clit.

“Oh God,” she groaned in response.

“That’s right. After they’ve hushed up the dykes in the army that is, and after they’ve condemned the dyke teens to get knocked up and barefoot, with some shotgun hubby and his limp little cock to keep them company. That right, hmm?”

“Ohhhh,” Jo moaned, her asshole flexing on the wide head of the toy still embedded inside, as if trying to expel it or suck it deeper within.

“You mind me talking politics?” Dar asked in a sarcastic, drawling whisper. “You too distracted to be thinking about your rights?” She pulled herself out till just the very tip was kissing the dilated, lubed pucker of her asshole. She rotated the cock like a lip gloss, Jo’s slick anus shining brown and pink. Biting her lip, Darlene slowly slid the thing back in, so deep, till her crotch was pressed flat against Jo’s deliciously warm, humid ass. She rolled her hips against Jo, feeling the base of the dildo exert itself against her own clit, a fuzzy demand for release. She sighed deeply and burbled, “You say you’ve got a Constitution?”

“Ohhh, fuck . . . Fuck.”

“That’s it. You got a right to fuck baby. You got a right to be fucked. Fucked here where your Senator kissed your ass once. That right ain’t goin’ nowhere baby, not while I’m around . . . .”

“Oooo . . . .”

“Fuck yeah. You like this baby? You know what I’m gonna like? I might have to get– me some o’ that– social conservative ass like– them teen witches do. You think that shit gets old?”

“Aaaugh! . . .”

“I might have to–vote her in– just so I can know– I’ve got me a lezzy Senator af–ter all– Once a lezzy,– always a lezzy. My baby’s lezzy. Shit, might– have to bring her in– You want that, baby? –We can share some o’ that. Fuck–I want in. You’re gonna have to– let me know what I been– what I missed before I was around. Mmm . . . Gonna spread the wealth, damn straight.”

“Fuuuck . . .”

“We’re constituents–got our needs. Serve the people. That’s right baby. I want to get us some–public servant ass. Mouth. Grand old coochie. Turn that right-wing shit right-side out.” She rubbed hard on Jo’s aching, popped-out clitty. “You come for me, baby. Then you get to work. Till my Senator gets in.”

****

Jo did her turn of public service, as it pleased Darlene to think of it. She had to suck off Dar’s prick– with some trepidation at first, then with amusement, and finally with an emphatic, though not entirely consummated, effort at serious deep throating– before she served as Dar’s rimmer-in-chief while working a pair and, finally, a trio of enthusiastic digits into Dar’s soaking all-American cunt before shooting her lover off into an orgasmic fireworks that had her counting, behind the flushed screen of her tight-clenched eyelids, as many as fifty-seven stars.

They cuddled afterwards, Jo spooning Darlene possessively, as tended to be the case after an exhaustive bout of passion, once the harness was off and the fucking done.

“Hey, you know,” Jo said presently, “that Carly chick’s not gay. She had cancer, that’s why her hair’s all–“

“Oh, that’s what they all say. How convenient an excuse,” Darlene mumbled.

“You’re horrible! Facetious bitch, you.”

“Hey, demon sheep? C’mon, that girl’s been reading Cecilia Tan or some shit. That stuff has to come from somewhere queer.” They laughed together. hd altyazılı porno “Does it turn you on, thinking about her?” Darlene asked.

“I–it’s a turn-on the way you talk about her, yeah. But not like, she herself, no.”

Dar raised her chin in her hand, propping up on her elbow. “Come on, a public figure who you used to sex around with when you were eighteen? God, who wouldn’t?”

“You mean a three-time also-ran candidate for public office who can’t hold a regular job? Who read for the law on her own?”

“Just shows she has enterprise!” Darlene opined ironically. “Anyway, this is her lucky campaign, I can feel it! Hell, I think I may have to volunteer. Be a part of a winning team for once–“

“Dar!–“

“Yes, my love?” she asked, grinning.

Jo had her hand around Dar’s belly and raised herself up, searching into Darlene’s darkly mirthful eyes.

“You wouldn’t think of–“

“Of what?”

“Interfering–“

“It’s not like I can blackmail her or something. There’s no evidence of anything, you said.”

“That’s right,” Jo nodded. “And if there were, I just don’t think . . . I have principles here, and you know, for the time we were together, she was– well, she was fun, and she never really tried to hurt me. She got a lot of distance between us in a hurry when she changed into being Miss Square, but– it was a small town, and she probably could have run her mouth and been believed, without bringing anything upon herself. Not that it would have been anything new about me,” she added. “But then, my weirdness was probably more theoretical in people’s minds than anything.”

“You were the town witch,” Dar pointed out.

Jo laughed. “I was the school goth. Actually I think she was much more into that than I was! But I mean, people can call you lezzy and mean it and hate you, but they still think somehow that– it’s not real. They don’t think about the fact, they don’t want to imagine that somehow, someone could actually be doing it with you, sharing things–“

“Sounds to me more like you were taking what you wanted!”

Jo cooed. “Oh baby, yeah, I took some things . . . .”

“Shit,” said Darlene, searching her face excitedly. She was delighted to find Jo owning up to some unforgotten heat. “I think I’m gonna have to get a glove.”

“Oh, Dar–“

“I want to know everything. I need to be an informed voter here–“

“But we’re– you’re not thinking you’re gonna inform the public, are you?”

Darlene frowned purposefully. “Certainly not. Let the public decide on the issues, I say. I just want to know about the real Christine Dunwright, that’s all. Just between you and me.”

Jo bowed her head, blushing as her eyes sparkled with mischief. “We had three wonderful months together, inseparable really. Eighteen and experimental, gothalicious and dyketastic. Or I was, and she– well, bicuriously crazy at any rate.”

“Oh, let’s not sell her short. She’s lived a life of chastity ever since.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s the story anyway–“

“You see,” Dar said pointedly. “I bet she thinks about you every day. You should give her a call.”

Jo groaned, playfully but with an edge of worry. “I’m telling you, I do not want to get involved in this whole political–“

“It’s not politics!” Dar insisted. “Just– I think we should catch up. Old friends, new friends. Think about it. Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

Jo tilted her head enquiringly. “Curious, curious? About what?” But Dar just tapped her playfully on the forehead.

“Numbskull,” she declared, settling back down to receive Jo’s spoonage. “But I think we should contact her. Maybe discuss our endorsement.”

“Our endorsement? What are we, Jimmy Carter? Not that his opinion really matters.”

Dar sighed pacifically. “You’re a librarian, I’m with the city. We’re core pillars of the community. Anybody’d be grateful for our good word.”

“Well, write an op-ed then. Just, on the issues, you know?”

Dar gave her a raspberry. “Issues, indeed! Fuck the issues, what I’m interested in is character.” She sighed dreamily as Jo rubbed on her tummy. She wondered how much Dunwright allowed herself to remember. How much– or how little– did she really regret of her past indiscretions? And what could be done, in the tumultuous campaign season, to take her on a stroll down memory lane . . . .

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