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Merhaba arkadaşlar sizlere yaz tatilinde kuzenim ile aramda geçenleri anlatmak istiyorum. Ben 22 yaşında 1,85 boyunda kuzenim ise 25 yaşında zayıf esmer birisi. Annem ile dayımlar bizden 1 gün önce köye gitmişlerdi. Köye gittiğimde dayıma Pelin ablamın nerede olduğunu sordum. Dayım da yukarıda odasında olduğunu söyledi. Yanına git çağır dedi. Ben de tamam deyip yukarıya çıktım. Kapıyı çalmadan direk odasına daldım. Kuzenimm yeni aldığı kırmızı sutyenini deniyordu. Hemen açıkta olan göğüslerini kapatmaya çalıştı. Bana ne yapıyorsun sen dedi. Bende haklı duruma çıkmak için kapını kilitlemez isen direk dalarım dedim. Birden haklısın dedi bende şaşırdım.  Direk yatağının üstüne uzandım. Bana çıkmayacak mısın dedi. Yatağımdan kalk dedi. Bende hayır gel kaldır dedim. Hemen suty?nini giyip badisini giyince atladı üstüme cimcikl?y?r?k kaldırmaya çalıştı ama b?nim ufaklık yerini bulmuştu k?lkıyordu hazır ?la biraz daha dayanınca cimcikleee sikim götünü zorluyordu oda anladı herh?l de biraz duraksadı ama bozuntuya v?rm?di devam etti birazda sürtm?y? başladı artık kazık gibi olmuştu sikim ben tamam kalkacam dedim oda noldu d?y?n?m?dın mı diyince senin gibisine kim dayanır dedim oda utandı gibi oda hala üstümd? kalkmıyordu kalksana kızım dedim oda bende simdi kalkmıom dedi bende halimd?n memnundum ama kaldırmaya çalışmak zorundayım anlamasın diye gerçi o yapıyordu her şeyi neyse biraz zıpl?ttım gaziantep escort gözünü k?p?ttı bir d?h? y?pınc? ohhh diye inledi bende şey dayım seni ç?ğırdı Bir görün gelince devam ederiz kavgamıza dedim oda tamam dedi gitti gelince kapıyı kitl?di ve üstüme geldi bende oooo sonuna kadar devam edicez galiba dedim oda gülerek evet dedi neyse geldi üstüme hadi kaldır dedi bende biraz sağa sola kaysana bende hazırlanayım dedim oda anladı gibi sürtünmeye başladı ?hh tmmdır simdi k?ldırıom dedim ki kapı ç?ldı korktuk ben hemen saklandm dolaba çünkü y?k?l?ns?k acıklayamazdık dayım geldi bu kapı neden kitli diyince oda baba ustumu giyiniodum siz ?lsanız biş?y olmaz ama kuzenm fel?n girer dedi dayımda tmm iyi akıl etmişin dedi neyse dedi dayım biz yukarı evdeki komsul?r? gidioz gelicenmi dedi yok ya yaslıların arasında durmak istemem dedi dayımda tmm dedi ve çıktı. pencereden baktık gittiklerini gördük ama emin olmak için ben evi gezdm kimse yok hemen çıktım yukarı yattım yatağa gel bakalım dedim direk zıplatark kaldırmaya başladım o gözleri kapalı hafft?n inl?m?y? başladı ben artık öpmek istediğimden altıma alıp dud?kl?rın? yapıştım oda karşılık verip yaklaşık 10dk öpüştük. ben on? bakiremisin dedim oda hayır dedi bende tmm işimiz kol?y olacak dedm gülüştük ben bunun b?dysini çıkarıp ?utyeninide bir çırpıda çık?rdım ve öpmeye başladım memelerini (memeleri iri deildi ufaktı ama c?k süp?r gozukuodu hayal edebiliyorsunuzdur) neyse okşadım yaladım ve aşağıya kaydım eş?fmanı vardı aşağıya indirdim ama içinde biş?y y?ktu ben direk tüysüz ?mını y?l?m?y? başladım 15dk olmuştur yaladım ve bianda tityerk b?şaldı bende yaladım yuttum ve hadi sır? sana geldi dedim drk?n kapı çaldı baktık gelen dayım ben hemen üzüldüm çünkü b?slamamıstım ama kuzenm merak etme gönderirim dedi ve dediği gibi ?ldu dayım sig?r?sını aldı ve gitti geldi direk benm ufaklığa atladı işi uzun sürdü alt katta sikim haliyl? inmişti neyse kaldırdı yalamaya başladı sikim 1 dkya sertleşti ve onu duvara ellerini yaslayarak ve bacaklarını ?ç?r?k amını ortaya çıkardım ve sikimi biraz daha sıvazlayıp amınıda ıslatınca sikimi soktum Bi haml?d? ve birden bagıracakk?n ağzını kapadım neyse ki son anda bagırmadı ağzını acınca napıon yavaş ol bakire deiliz ama bu daha 2 ?luy?r dedi bende napim bu gotu görünce kaptırdım dedm ve p?mpalamaya başladım siktikce inliyordu ayakta siktikt?n sonra yatağa donalttım arkadan amına girmeye devam ettim ?ldığı z?vk yüzünden belli oluyordu ibl?y? inl?y? Bi hal ?lmuştu ve ben dayanamadım diy?r?k içenden çıkıp gotunun üstüne bo??ldım ama ne boş?lm? sular s?ll?r gibi çünkü böyle vucud görmemiştim şimdiye kadar ben yatağa yığıldım oda akan doll?rd?n ?liyl? alıp ağzına götürdü hımm tadı fena değil dedi ve gelip yanıma uzandı ben pelin çok güz?ldi ya s?n ne mük?mm?l bişeymişin dedim oda s?nd? superdin kızlıgımı v?rdgim adam böyle sikemedi bende eee farkımız bu dedim ve pelin arkadan dwnedin mi dedim oda yok ama sen istersen d?n?riz dedi bende tmm dedim direk sikimi ağzına verem kaldırdı ve gotunu dondurdum krem varmı gunes yağı veya dedim oda su çantada dedi ?ldım gotunu yağladım skimide yağlayıp gotune girmey başladım kasıyordu kendini dedm k?sm? rahat ol dedm ve kendini bır?ktı b?sını soktum acıyor dedi bende biraz dayan acıması norm?l dedim oda kafasını s?lldı tmm der gibi ben yarısını sokmuştum derken tamamını soktum bağırmamak için gözünd?n yas geldi ben dudaklarına yapışıp onu bira rahatlatmaya ç?lıştım ve rahatladı ben başladım git g?ll?r? hızladım hızl?ndım Bi b?ktım bizim kiler yuk?rı ?vd?n çıkmaya hazırlamışlar pelin b?n? çabuk dedi ve var gücümle pompaladım derken colkan gibi gotune b?saldm cık?rdgmd? doller akıodu gotunden ve hemen t?mizl?yp ustumuzu giyindik ve aşağıda yv izliı numarası yapı?duk bizimkil?r geldi dayım direk b?ni sordu nerdeydin dedi bende dayıma az işim vardı biterse dedim geçiştirdim. ama bu burs? bitmedi tabi pelin ablam ile 2 ay boyunca köy de fırs?t buldukç? sevişirdik y?lnız kalınca sikişebiliyorduk belki diğer hik?yelerimi yazarım siz değerli okuyuculara ?kudgunuz için teşekkürler eğer içinizde varsa böyle Bi duygu açığa çıkartın bence çok güzel bir ş?y bu duyguyu tatmak h?scakalın yarın pelinleyim bu sfer bizdeyiz istanbulda ev bos artık bakalım benm ?klımd? yeni biletler var

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Selamlar ben turizm lisesinde matematik öğretmenliği yapıyorum. Adım ise Asım ben bekar ve yakışıklı bir öğretmenim bu nedenle peşimde de bir çok çıtır öğrenci dolu.  Ben bu hikayemde sizlere bir öğrencimle aramda geçen masum ama bir o derece vahşice gerçekleşen sikişi anlatmak istiyorum.

O zamanlar okula yeni gelmiştim ve okulda hiç kimseyi fazla tanımıyordum anlatılana göre 18 yaşında bir kız varmış ismi Aybükeymiş. Aybüke daha önce kolejden gelmiş buraya ve mini bir etek giyermiş oldukça da seksiymiş isteyip elde edemeyeceği erkek yok diyorlar. Üstelik bunu öğrenciler kendi arasında bekar öğretmenler de kendi arasında konuşuyorlar. Ben uzun zamandır kızsız kalmışım ve merak ettim bu Aybüke kim diye

Bir gün çaktırmadan onun olduğu sınıfa gittim sınıfları geziyormuş gibi yapıyordum ve içeri girdiğim sınıfta gaziantep escort bir kız Aybüke diye seslendi. Ben onun seslendiği yöne doğru baktım gerçekten melek gibi güzel ve seksi bir kız bakıyordu bu tarafa doğru.  Bir anda içimde bir volkan kaynaklandı ve kızı deli gibi istiyordum anlatılanlardan etkilenmiştim anlaşılan. Ama öğretmenin bir öğrencisiyle bu tür bir ilişki yaşaması düşüncesi bile beni utandırıyordu. Eve gittim aradan birkaç gün geçmişti ve artık rüyalarıma girmeye başlamıştı. Lakin geceleri rüyalarımda onu sikmek ve cünüp kalkmak da beni yormuştu.Galiba ilgimi Aybüke’ de fark etmişti.

O gün derse girdiğimde en arka orta sırada oturan Aybüke ders boyunca bacaklarını açarak bembeyaz kilodunu gösteriyor elindeki kalemi amına sürüp sonra ağzına sokuyordu. Ben ise kalkan sikimi kimseye göstermemek için ders boyunca oturduğum yerden kalkamamıştım bile tenefüs zili çalınca yanıma gelen Aybüke özel konuşmak istediğini söyleyerek herkesi dışarı çıkartmış sınıfı kapısını da kitlemişti. Bu gün bu kalkık sikle dolaşamazsınız hocam şimdi hızlı bir indirme operasyonu düzenleyeyim akşam tadını çıkarayım diyerek kilodunu sıyırıp açtığı yarağımın üstüne oturdu.

Üzerimde inip kalktıkça çıldırıyor kalçalarını avuçlayarak alttan destek vererek sikiyordum. Boşalacağımı anlar anlamaz kalkmış eliyle devam ederek yere boşalmamı sağlamıştı.Ben toparlanırken o yeri siliyor bir yandan da sıra sende akşam beni sabaha kadar sikmen için geleceğim diyordu. Ve akşam oldu kapı çaldık kapıyı açtığımda aybüke’ yi karşımda gördüm ve direk boynuma atladı ve hadi padişahım sik beni sabahlara kadar seninim diyerek dudaklarıma yumuldu aynen o şekilde yatak odasına gittik uzandık yatağın üzerine ve bacaklarını ayırıp amını çıkardı meydana ben de direk yumuldum ve dilimi içine sokarak yalamaya başladım öyle güzel kokuyordu ki bir am ancak bu kadar tatlı olabilirdi ve artık dayanamıyorum hocam sik beni dağıt amımı parçala parçala ohhhhhh sikkkkk daha hızlııııı bastır diyerek ben siktikçe tahrik ediyordu beni ve ben de dayanamayarak memelerine doğru boşaldım sonra boşalan sikimi temizledim inmemişti bile ve tekrar soktum amından içeri doğru hızlı bir şekilde gelip giderken bir müddet sonra o da kasılmaya başladı anlaşılan boşalıyordu ve boşalırken o kadar tatlı görünüyordu ki o boşaldıkça ben sikmeye devam ettim ben soktukça o içinde ne var ne yok boşaldı. Ve ardık her hafta sonları aybüke ile sikişiyoruz. Bazen akşam geliyor ders çalışma ayağına yine sikiyorum kararlıyım bu yıl matematikten 4’ le geçecek.

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Merhaba arkadaşlar ben Seda; 18 yaşındayım. Benim bir sevgilim var. Kendisi çok yakışıklı ve sekse düşkün biridir. Tüm kızların hayalini kurduğu tipte bir erkektir yani. Bir gün sahilde geziyorduk. Beni dudağımdan öpmeye başladı. Bende karşılıksız kalamam tabi ve bende öpmeye başladım. Sonra memelerimi okşayıp sıkmaya başladı. Bende ne yapıyorsun bir gören olacak dedim. Oda bana gel bende dedi. Onu takip etmeye başladım. Beş yıldızlı güzel bir otele girmiştik. Burada ne işimiz var dedim. Sus ve yürü dedi bana sadece. Bir oda tuttuk gaziantep escort ve odaya çıktık. Odaya girer girmez beni yatağa fırlattı. Ne yapıyorsun ya dedim. Oda bana bak Seda ben uzun zamandır bu anı bekliyorum lütfen bir şey deme dedi. Ben de anlamamış gibi neyi dedim. Seni sikmeyi bekaretini almayı bekliyorum dedi. Madem benim sevgilimsin seni amından ilk ben sikeceğim dedi. Ben hayır asla olmaz dedim. Israr etti bildiğiniz yalvardı. Kabul etmedim. O da tamam o zaman amını yalayım götünü sikiyim dedi. Ben de tamam ama sadece götümden sikeceksin amımıda sadece yalayacaksın dedim. Sonra benim üstümü çıkarmaya başladı. Bende onun üstündekileri çıkarttım. Sİkini yalamaya başladım. Sonra oda amıı yalamaya başladı. Ben kendimden geçmiş bir şekilde gözlerimi kapamış inliyordum. Sonra birden sevgilim amıa soktu. Ahh ne yapıyorsun dedim ama iş işten geçmişti. Amımdan sikine doğru kanlar akıyordu. Yapma lütfen diye ağladıkça sevgilim daha sert sikiyordu. Yarım saat siktikten sonra göbeğime boşaldı ve bana hadi git yıkan dedi. Duştan çıktığımda ben senden götünü sikmek için söz almıştım değil mi dedi. Sözümü tutmadan olmaz dedi ve götümden sikmeye başladı. Götümü daha önce defalarca siktirmiştim. Torba gibiydi. O yüzden de pek bir şey hissetmedim. Biraz götümden siktikten sonra amımı yalamaya başladı. Beni resmen diliyle sikiyordu. Ben de ona dilinle sikeceğine yarrağınla siksene amımı dedim. Daha doymadım dedim. Biraz daha sikti ve içime boşaldı. Ben hamile kaldım ve çocuğu aldıramadım. Şuan 3 haftalık karnım daha büyümedi. Ama büyüyünce aşleme ne diyeceğimi bilmiyorum. Aldırmaya korkuyorum ne yapacağım bana yardım edin. Yardım edene kendimi siktireceğim.

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I was having a hard time with the scene in that basement. Here was this nice high school girl in her strange state of undress, and I knew she was going to talk about some provocative topics.I had a sudden attack of prudishness. She seemed to understand what I was thinking. “You know, Hank, let me put my skirt back on. I get the feeling that the sight of my bare crotch is unnerving you a bit.” Odd, being half-dressed doesn’t seem to be unnerving you in the slightest. She also pulled her blouse back down, and then she sat up with her legs crossed. “Should I also put my panties back on?”Now I felt I should go in the opposite direction. “Ah, no that’s not necessary.”She smiled at me. “You don’t know what you want, do you? Come on, sit up, I want to talk to you about a couple of things. We have some wine left, so let me pour a couple of glasses.” Then she asked me a question I hadn’t expected. “Have you ever had a wet dream? The technical term would be a nocturnal emission. I mentioned that before, didn’t I?”“That’s kind of a personal matter.”“Come on, Hank, put away your reserved side. You can be blunt with me, you know that.”“Okay, no, I never have had a wet dream. I think I would remember it.”By this time, Margery would say just about anything. “And I know why; you masturbate too much to have one! Hey, don’t blush. After all, we’ve just done it in front of each other, right?”“I wonder what other guys actually dream about, assuming that they have such dreams?”“I wouldn’t know, and maybe you’ll never know either. Well, ask your buddies Mark and Dan, they might know.” I had a hard time imagining talking to them about that. She continued, “Knowing those guys, they probably whack-off as much as you do.”“Wouldn’t I be doing it less now that I’ve met you?””Aw, that’s sweet of you, but no, I bet you’re doing it more now.”As usual, I was impressed with her insight. Now that I was learning something first-hand about female sexuality, including what women’s bodies felt and looked like, my fantasies had become more vivid.She asked me, “Did you think about me on that day you met me? Or really, that night?”Does she have to ask me about this? “I’ll admit, I did think about you.”“So what were we doing?”I figured I might as well answer, “The way I pictured it, you were on top of me, and you were naked except for white knee socks.”“Wow, that is pretty hot. I must have made quite an impression on you that day. And are you also going to think about that halter-top lady tonight, the one we saw earlier?”Her again? Do I have to answer that one too? It seemed like a good time to turn it around on her. “You haven’t told me about any of your fantasies yet.”“All right. I have had one, just recently in fact. I’ll tell you about it if you want to hear it. And, sorry, it wasn’t about you.”It was just a fantasy, no big deal. “Go ahead, I’ll listen.”I expected to hear that it was about Ben or one of the other guys in the neighborhood, but I was wrong. She went into some detail about it, and the upshot was that she had imagined herself as a student at a Catholic school. One of the nuns had caught her masturbating in the girls’ room and had punished her by paddling her bare behind as Margery lay across her lap.I asked her, “And what color knee socks were you wearing?”“I can see how your mind works. These same red ones, of course. And my panties were red too.”I could quite vividly imagine that. “Was this at Mount St. Ursula?” That was the high school near Dan’s house.“I think it was. While standing against the wall doing my corner time, this nun came up behind me and started rubbing my sore behind. You want to hear the rest of this?”“You started it. Yeah, of course, I do.”“She said that I had taken my discipline well and that I deserved some comforting. One thing led to another, and then she was fondling me, and I was fondling her, and finally, we licked each other to our climaxes.”“What do they wear under those habits?”“Well, they are starting to loosen up their dress codes a bit recently, as you may have noticed.”“I mean, whatever they had about six or seven years ago.”“I don’t know, Hank, so I just made it up. This one had a petticoat, I Ataşehir Escort guess you’d call it, and these ample white bloomers. Well, those bloomers didn’t last long on her, as you might imagine.” She noticed the expression on my face. “You’re looking at me with something like awe. You have no idea what women really think about, do you?”“I guess I’m learning that from you.” Man, I wonder if all women have the kind of imagination that this one does?Then the implications of what she had said started to strike me. “Wait a minute, where did you get all these ideas from? I mean, for your fantasy about being with a nun?”“You should know. There’s a lot of stuff in those magazines that you haven’t seen yet.”“Are there nuns in them?”“Oh yeah, a few, the clergy is a theme in them. And that’s been an erotic interest of people for a couple of centuries at least.”“Not real nuns, I suppose.”“Of course not; it’s easy enough to get the costumes for a porn shoot.”More implications came to me, and I expressed my curiosity. “The bigger thing is – you thought of having sex with another woman. I mean, licking each other, as you said.”“I was wondering when you were going to get to that. You’re a bit slow today. I saw that in a magazine too, although I don’t have that one right now.”“So it had girl-on-girl action?”“It’s called lesbianism, as you might know.”“Of course I’ve heard of it.” However, it wasn’t in my fantasy repertoire yet. “So, you liked looking at it, I mean the pictures?”“Obviously, I did have a fantasy about it. Although, as Kinsey said, most of us are at least a bit bi-sexual. You know who Alfred Kinsey is, right?”“I’ve heard of him too. So what was in this magazine? I mean, what do women do with each other, besides, well, going down on each other?”“That’s called cunnilingus; it doesn’t matter if a man or a woman is the one doing it to the lucky chick getting her pussy licked.”I told her the truth. “All right, I don’t know that term.” The “health ed” class I had taken in school the previous year didn’t go anywhere near that level of detail. Probably the large majority of my classmates didn’t know the word either. I was certain I had never heard Mark or Dan use it.Margery said, “So you asked what other acts women do each other? Well, I’ve seen photos of this, so you’ve asked the right person. They could use dildos on each other. Or, there is this thing called a strap-on. It’s basically a dildo that a lady can strap around her waist and then, of course, she can fuck another lady with it.”“So why not just get some guy to bang you?”Margery was slightly impatient with me, “Because, they don’t want a man, but they still want to come from having something pushed up their vaginas.” She could see that I was confused. “I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but that’s the way some women are. By the way, many men are just wild about seeing lesbian porn. You obviously are barely aware of its existence.”I shrugged, “I’m sure I’ve never seen it.”“That’s okay, you didn’t know much about anything until you saw those other pictures. But there’s something else you missed.”“So what is that?”“That she paddled me, and I liked it. I suppose you’ve never heard of BDSM, have you?”“Is this something else in those magazines?”“Oh yeah, especially some of those from Britain, but they are hardly the only nationality who are interested in it. In fact, I’m beginning to think it’s such a common fetish that it hardly qualifies as one. Would you like me to explain it a bit? I mean, I don’t have any pictures to show you about that either.”I agreed, and she gave me a condensed but still fairly complete treatise on the whole subject. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by what she was telling me.I asked her, “How did you know that you’d like it, I mean, this nun paddling fantasy?”I should have known how blunt she would be. “Because of the results. I had an orgasm while imagining it; that’s pretty good evidence, I would say.”She looked down at my crotch. “You came right back up again, I see.” She rolled over and stretched. “My lips are going to be chapped from all of the work I’ll have to do on you.”“Oh, poor Margery. Ataşehir Escort Bayan Now you’re going to have to wear Chap-stick as well as lipstick.” She found that funny. “So, are you going to do that no-panties-in-the-street-bit again sometime?”“If I’m not wearing jeans or trousers that day, sure, it’s no problem.”*********In the day or two after that particular basement session, I was pondering my developing relationship with Margery. It occurred to me that I was always responding to her beck and call, and that maybe I should pretend to be busier than I really was. I can’t let her take me for granted; maybe I should make myself scarce for a bit and let her chase me for a while.I don’t know how I figured out that insight on my own but eventually, through some trial and error, I discovered that maybe I was on to something.Sure enough, she called me the next day and asked me to meet her outside her building – for exactly what, I wasn’t sure. It was in the afternoon after school, and I just made up an excuse about why I couldn’t see her on that day. I said, “I’m sorry, I’ve got this paper I have to write and I really should get going on it.”I listened carefully to her voice to see if I could detect any reaction to my refusal, but she seemed to accept it. I couldn’t see her expression of course, which would have been helpful for what I needed to know.Three days went by and neither one of us contacted the other. I was starting to miss her a bit, but I resolved to stay on my course. She’s not going anywhere; if anything, she must be missing you too.****On Saturday, I relented on my plan, and I asked her to go with me on the Circle Line the next day. That company ran excursion boats in the rivers surrounding Manhattan. I had only been on the ride once before with my family years earlier, and Margery had never been on it. She agreed to go.When we got to the waterfront at West 42nd Street, she had a little surprise for me. For whatever era, the Circle Line always charged a substantial fee to ride their boats. It was not like there was a competing company on the same route. Anyway, she offered to pay for her share of the trip.Neither one of us had jobs, but my parents had always given me, on an ad hoc basis, a little cash for carfare and such. Now that they knew I had a girlfriend, they were giving me a bit more, but they never mentioned that it had anything to do with Margery. I wondered if perhaps her family was doing the same for her.I shrugged and I agreed to go Dutch with her. I had no idea how boat rides fit in with dating protocols.We stood up for almost the entire trip and leaned on the port side railing. I remembered that my one previous time on that line had been around 1964; I was sure I was still in elementary school back then.One of the biggest changes at the time of that later trip was that the World Trade Center was under construction. The two towers had topped out their steel frames, and the outer cladding was mostly up on the north building and partially up on the south one.A little later, we were going up the East River, and I looked over at Margery to my left. It was a mild day, and she was casually dressed in a short-sleeved blouse, jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was tied up behind her head.It struck me that she looked so young and innocent at that moment. Nobody seeing her could imagine the kind of sexuality this girl was capable of, but I’ve seen it first-hand. In fact, I’m just getting started with her.She turned and looked over at me. I almost flinched from the gaze of her dark eyes, but I held my position and continued my perusal of her.Rather abruptly, she said, “So, what are you looking at? What is it that you see in me?”I tried to pass it off as a random incident. “I don’t know, nothing in particular.”But she was very sharp about such things. “I know what it is. You’re trying to figure me out. I mean, based on the way I look, I’m not the way you expected me to be.”That was almost it. I somehow knew that about her in the earliest moments of that first day when she was mouthing off to me on the sidewalk. She looked young and inexperienced, yet I Escort Ataşehir had wanted her almost instantly. I also knew that I could have her if I made a move on her. Yet I didn’t want to admit on the boat that she had read my present thoughts so well. “Something like that, I guess.”She simply scrunched her face a bit and nodded. Yeah, Hank, I’ve got you down pat.******Eventually, we went up the East River and then the Harlem. Then we turned south on the Hudson River for the final leg of our trip. We had maybe a half-hour to reach the pier at 42nd Street.We were now on the starboard side of the boat. Margery and I were looking at the New Jersey Palisades when she suddenly said, rather quietly. “So Hank, I’ve been thinking about a little role game for us to play; I mean, I’ve been planning it. You obviously don’t know what a dominatrix is, do you?”It sounded familiar but I wanted to hear her explanation. “Well, tell me what I need to know.”“All right, there are a lot of men who are so eager to have a stern lady spank or paddle them that they’ll pay a woman – a sort of prostitute, you could call her – to punish them. Usually, they’ll make up some pretext or maybe there is something really bothering them.”I wanted to know how she knew all that. Instead, I revised the question as, “Why would they want that?”“I don’t know, there’s probably a whole psychology of guilt and punishment and desire that goes back to the – well, to the Oedipal Complex maybe.”Wow, it’s really cool that she can so casually throw around the term Oedipal Complex in a conversation. I didn’t say that, however, and she went on. “How about you? Maybe you’d like to try it yourself. I mean, maybe you can imagine me punishing you.”I acted confused even though I mostly understood what she was getting at. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Oh yeah? I think you do get it. I’m thinking about a scene where I do something to punish you. I want us to play roles and be directly involved with all this. Are you at least curious to hear about it?”I was, but I protested, “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”“That’s not the point. We’ll invent some misdeed.”“So it’s playacting then.”“Except, the spanking will be very real.”It felt weird, but I was suddenly intrigued by her suggestion. Just how perverse am I? Just how perverse is she? “All right, tell me about it; I’m listening.”“Okay, what’s about the worst thing that ever happened to you in school, I mean, the worst trouble you ever had with a teacher, a female teacher?”“I guess there was a time when one of them accused me of cheating on a test. I mean, she gave me a hard term verbally, but that was it.”“So imagine if I was that teacher. There are still states where it’s legal to spank or paddle a high school student. Yeah, it’s usually a teacher of the same gender, but – we’ll be creative!”How did she know those details? “But you’re too young to be a teacher.”“We’re making it up, so it doesn’t matter. You can call me Miss Carlin. Do you see where I’m going with this?”“Not yet, I don’t. And you’re the one making this up, not me.”“Okay, say, I’m the teacher and I make you come into the classroom after school is over. That’s called detention, of course. I would make sure that the door is locked during this.”“That never happens at my school.”“It’s probably not even legal in this state, but you’re being too literal-minded. So I’ll tell you what you did wrong – rightly or wrongly, let’s assume that it has something to do with cheating as you said. Thus I’m going to chide you for being a bad boy and that you deserve everything I’m going to dish out.”“And what exactly are you going to dish out?”“I just told you. As your teacher, I’m going to put you over my knees or over the desk or maybe both. Then I’m going to spank you – on your bare backside.” She smiled at me. “Maybe you’ll start claiming that you are going to be good from now on. But that’s not going to deter me from my purpose. Does any of this sound interesting?”I didn’t know then how common, almost to the point of being a cliché, that naughty student-stern teacher trope was. The detention idea was a sub-trope, perhaps. I looked around the boat’s deck, but no one was that close to us. However, I could imagine the older people on the boat looking at us and thinking, I wonder what that nice young couple is talking about? They’re talking about staging a kinky sex scene, that’s what.I asked something in protest again. “And why do you get to do this to me?”

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This is the second part of the Summer Of My Discontent series. I recommend reading Part 1 first. It is located in the Lesbian category. Enjoy!

***

God, I hate myself. Here I was, doing it again. Curtains in my room- closed. Door locked. Lights off in the middle of the day, rock hard cock in my hand thinking about her. At least this time, I wasn’t going to look at it. No way. I had to stop. It was becoming an obsession. Every time I closed my eyes for the past three days, she was all I could see. Those tits, that sweet pussy, that ass. It was bad enough that I had not touched any of these things for myself, but now I was thinking about them constantly. How would her nipples feel as they hardened from my tongue caressing them? What does her pink pussy taste like? Would she let me ease my cock into her tight little ass? Would she make a sound, or just turn around and give me that incredulous look, as if to say, “I can’t believe you just put your filthy cock in my tight, clean little ass?”

Imagining that look was getting me there. I was close. And then, completely against my will, my left hand reached over and opened up my phone. I found myself looking at a close-up photo of my ex-girlfriend, eyes closed, licking my sister’s shaved, pink pussy. Not just licking it. Savoring it, like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. As if she wanted this moment to last forever. I had never seen that combination of lust, pleasure and contentment on her face when we made out. But she had it when she was licking my sister’s perfect little clit. I erupted. Cum everywhere. I closed my eyes and imagined my cum spraying all over her ass. I had done this same thing countless times over the past three days. But what really bothered me was that in my mind it was not Rigby, my ex-girlfriend’s perfect ass. No. It was my sister’s. God, I hate myself.

Three days. It had been three days since Chelsea humiliated me by fucking my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. Soon to be ex-girlfriend. I hadn’t actually broken up with her yet. To be completely honest, I hadn’t even talked to her. For three days she had been trying to get ahold of me. She had been blowing me up. And for three days, I had sent her to voicemail. I had not even listened to the messages. Was she going to tell me what happened? Pretend that nothing happened? I didn’t even know if she knew that I knew. But maybe the worst part of the past three days wasn’t that she cheated on me. Or even that she cheated on me with my sister. Everyone is powerless against her wickedness. The worst part was the photo that my sister sent me at the moment of her ecstasy. Why do I still have it? Why do I keep looking at it? Why can’t I stop?

Determined, I grabbed the phone and opened it up again. There it was. All I had to do was hit the delete button and rid myself of it forever. Seeing it again, moments after I had just cum, my penis started getting aroused again. Jesus. What is wrong with me? Why does the sight of my sister’s engorged clit make me want to cover my room in cum? I clicked the phone off. But the picture was still safely there, undeleted, if I should need it again in five or six minutes. I got up, unlocked my door, hopped in the shower, and flopped back onto my bet. I should get up. I should do something. But why ruin my streak? Three days of hiding in my room. It was an impressive display of defeat.

My phone started buzzing. Rigby. Ignore. Just then I heard some talking in the hallway outside of my room. It was my sister, for sure. And my buddy, Darby?

“Hey, I’ll see you there in August, right?” Yep. Definitely Darby. She was going to the same school my sister attends. Actually, Darb is my smartest friend by far. I think she got into every single school she applied for. Some really competitive ones too. In the end, she picked a state school not too far away from town because they made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. (We watched The Godfather in my film class last year. Darby was in it too. Great movie. Had to get all the parents to sign off on the class watching it, even though I think the entire class was seniors. School. It is beyond absurd. Anyway, now we can’t stop quoting the movie.) They gave her a full ride! Complete academic scholarship. So, she is following the money. I don’t blame her.

“You are going to State? I thought were some genius?” My sister. Take a moment to appreciate her eloquence.

“Yeah, well I got a good deal. Maybe when I get there you could show me around?” Oh god. Darby, no. I have thought for some time that Darby was in lust with Chelsea. The weird thing is, I honestly didn’t know Darby was into girls. Maybe she isn’t- but she sure watches Chelse when she is near.

“I don’t know. I guess, if have time. I’m gonna be real busy.” Complete blow-off.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” Darby gets it. But her voice sounded a little disappointed to me.

“You hear to see dumbass?” Again. A poet.

“Yeah.” There was a slight pause. “He isn’t, you know. Dumb. He is one of the smartest guys I know.” It probably isn’t true. Darby has a lot of friends. And she was like… third in our class. But I didn’t care that she had to lie to defend me. I just thought it was damn decent of her to even try.

Chelsea said, Anadolu Yakası Escort “Yep. The little guy is a real winner. Do yourself a favor and don’t ever make a bet with him.” Then she sort of chuckled, and was gone. Half a moment later I heard a knock on my door. But I didn’t really want to see anyone. So, I pretended I was asleep.

“What?” I said it like I was kind of groggy.

“Quit acting. You are terrible at it.” She would know too. She is going to major in Japanese, with a minor in Theatre. She has been in plays all over town. She is good. Whenever I’m around and she tells someone what she is going to study in college, I always say in my best hick dialect “What are you gonna do with those degrees? Kabuki?”

To which she replies, “Noh.” Ahhh! You get it? It’s funny cause… You see, it’s a… you know what? Never mind. We think we are hysterical.

“What do you want?” Still groggy. I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“You are not asleep. I am coming in, so if you are naked, or worse, cover up.” Darby gets me. What could be worse than naked? Actually, given my activities for the past three days, she was right. It could be a lot worse.

“Just talked to your sister for a second out here. Why does she always call you little? You are much taller than her.”

“I think it is a swipe at my manhood.”

“Oh. How would she know. Has she seen it?” I had never really considered it before.

“I guess she just assumes.”Having given me enough time to make myself presentable, Darby opened the door and was surprised to see a fairly dark room at close to 3 pm.

“It smells weird in here. Like B.O. and Cheese Whiz had a kid.” That is what I like about Darby. She is honest, but she is also sort of witty. I was really into her about two years ago. I tried to take it to the next level, but she “friend zoned” me pretty hard. I got over it. But Darby is cute. Short, black hair. Pretty small, just a little over five feet. I don’t know what she weighs. I could ask her. She would tell me. I mean, she would make me tell her what I weigh first, but she would. She always looks great. Actually, I am not sure about her tits either. She usually doesn’t wear form fitting clothes. She is kind of a sweatshirt and leggings girl. But I know she takes dance (for being in musicals and such) and when she was younger she took gymnastics, so she is probably still flexible. What am I trying to imply here? Mostly that I am a jerk. But Darby always looks great.

“Sorry, I haven’t gone out much.” I said. Darb came over and sat down on the edge of my bed.

“Yeah, I know. Nobody has heard from you since last week. What’s up?”

“Let’s just say, it hasn’t been my finest week and leave it at that.”

Just then my mom threw open my door. “Don’t forget to…”

“Mom!” I cut her off.

“Oh, right. Sorry. Hi Darby!” She shut the door then knocked. My family is terrible about knocking. I am always jealous when I am at someone else’s house and their parents always politely knock before they enter the room. Not mine.

I waited just a little bit before answering her. “Come in.”

“Don’t forget to mow the lawn. It looks pretty bad, and Chelsea’s mom is coming Friday.” I had completely forgotten that Chelsea’s mom was gonna be in town. No wonder Chelsea was being particularly horrible the past few days. She always gets bent out of shape with anything to do with her mom. They don’t see each other very much. Once every couple of years. Actually, the last time she came in town, I was out of town at a comic convention. (I can feel your judgement. But the people are fun loving and passionate. What more do you want?) So, it had maybe been five or six years since I had seen Mrs. Jankowski. That was her new name. She got remarried a few years ago. I remember Chelsea was not happy about that. Hates her new step dad. But she never really sees them, so who cares, right?

“I’ll get to it.” I said.

“I’m not kidding, I need that done. We can’t look like the family that never cuts the grass and parks cars on the front lawn. You know how important it is to your sister.”

“It’s next on my list.”

“Okay. How’s your summer going Ms. Darby?” Why do people over thirty do that? Call you Mr. or Ms. and then use your first name? Is it me, or is that a little unsettling?

“It’s going great Mrs. Abbey.” Ha! How did Darby know exactly what I was thinking!

“Sassy. You know I have always liked your sass.” was my mom’s reply. In her defense, I don’t even think she realized what she said. Or what it sounded like. But Darb and I did. Darb shot me a look, mouth agape. You know what I mean. I, on the other hand, could only plead, “Mom!”

As she was already closing the door we heard a “Bye you two.” drift our way.

“I love your mom.”

“Sold. She is yours. Take her when you leave.”

“Alright. Enough. You are moping. I hate moping. You are going to tell me what is up with you right now, or I am not going to share my Sour Patch Kids.” What can I say? She knows my weaknesses. But this was no idle threat. She was already reaching in her purse to pull out the package. Then she popped one in her mouth. And just sat there.

“You Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan really aren’t going to give me one.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Pretty please.” I tried my best to be seductive. Bedroom eyes. She was on to me.

“Don’t even try. You lay there with nothing but a damp towel and your sexy wet hair, making your little eyes. Not going to work on me.”

“Hey, you had your chance. You passed.”

“I just told your sister you were smart. Don’t make me a liar. That was years ago. You were still a boy.”

“We are the same age!” I protested.

“And you were still a boy. Now stop stalling. I want to know what is going on.” As a measure of good faith, she dropped a Sour Patch Kid on my chest.

“Thanks.” I said. “But I can’t tell you. I know we usually tell each other things, but not this time. It is too much. I wouldn’t know where to start. And I feel bad enough now. If anyone knew, my shame and insecurity would merge into a singularity.”

“Fuck me. Now I have to know. What is going on? Does it have to do with Rig? She told Emmy you had disappeared.” I sat up. I thought about it. My room was still kind of dark, though both our eyes had adjusted. If there was anyone I could tell about this, it was probably Darby.

Before I could say anything she said, “Oh my god. Did it not work?”

“What?”

“…IT?

“What? No. It works. Oh my god. That is what you thought? Ewww. It works. I wish it would stop working.” At this point, Darby had had enough. She pounced on me. Threw her body on mine. Kind of like we were going to have sex, with her on top. Only instead of grinding her pussy on me, she grabbed my chest with all her nails and dug them it. It hurt.

“Ouch. What the hell?”

“Tell me now or I strike first blood.” That one wasn’t from film class. We watched that in my basement a few weeks ago. She won’t stop using it.

The thing is, I needed to get her off of me, fast. How can I put this? She was making my dick hard. It was quickly growing right were her pussy was inadvertently pressing against me through her leggings and my towel. I had about three seconds or she was going to know that I was aroused.

“Darby.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll tell you. I swear.”

“Oh. Okay.” And then she removed her claws from my chest and got off of me just in time. By the time she was back on the bed, I had a full-blown erection. She never knew. Meanwhile, I sat there, not knowing how to begin. I settled on direct.

“Chelsea fucked Rigby.” There was a significant pause.

“That bitch.” I didn’t know if she was referring to Rigby for cheating on me, or Chelsea for deflowering my girlfriend. Or, now that I think about it, Rigby for getting to fuck Chelsea. Honestly, any of these might be correct.

“Are you sure? How do you know?”

“It happened.”

“How do you know? Maybe it is just…”

“I watched.”

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. You watched your sister fuck your girlfriend.? Holy fuck. Holy fuck.” She just kept saying it. But it isn’t like it was an inappropriate response. More like it was the only appropriate response to the world’s most inappropriate thing.

“Start over. Tell me everything. Don’t gloss over anything. Even the smallest detail might be important.”

“How would you even know what an important detail was or not?”

“Because I am a girl you dumbass! And from the looks of this room, I am the only help you have.” I try to make it a point not to argue with Darby, especially when she is right, which is usually. So, I told her. I told her everything. The car keys. My misplaced confidence. The bet. My stupidity. The closet. Everything.

“Wait. Say that again.”

“She took her dress off while she was facing me. I saw everything.” A slight pause.

“What did she look like?” Did her voice just crack a little? By now Darby was laying down next to me in the dark. I started to tell her about my sister’s body. What her tits looked like. At one point I thought I saw Darb lick her lips out of the corner of my eye. Maybe not. It was dark. It occurred to me that her intense interest in this part of the story might not be strictly to help me. In fact, by the time I got to describing Chelsea’s bright pink pussy lips Darby reached down and acted like she was adjusting her leggings. But she wasn’t. She just used that as an opportunity to ever so slightly rub her clit. It was most likely throbbing by now. I felt bad for her, mostly because I was in the very same position in the dark closet last Saturday night. Needing relief, but not being able to receive it. I was certain that that if I somehow vanished from the room, Darby’s hand would be down her pants in a millisecond.

When I got to the part of the story where I started to rub my own cock, she looked up at me. Our eyes were six inches apart, and I could tell she understood. I finished the story. I told her everything. The looks from Chelsea. The text. The photo. Cumming harder than I ever have in my life. My shame. Everything. By the time I finished, Darby was sweating. The poor girl. I felt bad for her for two reasons. First, listening to a story about your pathetic Escort Anadolu Yakası friend being demolished by his sister can’t be fun. The second reason was that I could see she was as turned on as she had ever been in her entire life by this story.

“Holy fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“What have you said to your sister? What are you gonna say to Rigs? What have you been doing for the past three days?”

“Not much. I haven’t really even seen Chelse. Rigby has been blowing up my phone, but I haven’t gotten back. Mostly I have just hidden in my room and masturbated. Sorry. But it is true. And that is the worst part of it. I can’t stop thinking about the images. Most of the time, when I touch myself, I am thinking about… her.”

“Her?”

“Chelsea.”

“Holy fuck.”

“I want to stop. I do. But I can’t make myself stop looking at that fucking pic on my phone. It makes me cum so fucking hard.”

“Wait! What? You still have the pic? You didn’t delete it?”

In my shame. “I still have it.” A switch went off in Darby. She stood up and walked over to the door. I thought she might run out of the room and confront Chelsea or something. Instead, she locked the door. Then she turned around and walked over to me, slowly like a cat stalking something. When she got to the bed, she sat back down facing me. Then she spoke in the most calm, deliberate manner I have ever heard her use.

“You are my friend and I love you. I do. I am going to help you through this. We will figure it out together. But right now, I need something from you. And you have to give me what I want, even if you don’t really want to. I have never really asked you for much, so I am all in here. I need this. And you are going to give it to me.”

“What do you want?”

“I need you to let me see that photo.” Her eyes were begging. Pleading. If I had said no, I think whatever it is that makes Darby who she is might cease to exist. Still, sharing it seemed somehow embarrassing. Painful. I didn’t know what to do.

Just then, Darby reached over and took my hand. Very slowly, she guided it down to her pants and pressed it right on her pussy. It wasn’t a sexual move. She didn’t want me to rub her. I could tell that. It was informational. She needed me to know something. It only took me a second to understand completely. Her pants were soaking wet. I don’t mean a little damp. I mean wet. As wet as if I had poured a glass of water on her.

“I need to see that photo.” I reached for my phone. Darby took a breath. It may have been the first breath she taken since I said I still had the damn thing. I opened my phone, found the photo and handed it to Darby.

“Should I just leave?”

“Why?”

“So… you can do what you have to do?”

“We are in this together. Stay. I am going to… touch myself now. It won’t take long. If you like what you see, you can do whatever you need to do. No one will ever hear about this from me. It is totally our thing.”

Then, without waiting for a reply from me she slipped a hand down her leggings and starting slowly rubbing her own pussy. Her eyes were closed. She looked like she was concentrating. But she wasn’t looking at the photo of Rigby and Chelsea yet. She had the phone in her other hand, but it is was face down, like she was saving it for later.

After a moment or two, I could hear her rubbing her pussy. I must have been so wet because it was making tiny sounds. I was just lying there, not really knowing what to do when Darby suddenly stopped.

“This isn’t right.” She said.

“God. I’m sorry. Why don’t I just leave.” But I don’t think she heard me. She got out of my bed and took her sweatshirt off. For the first time ever, I got to see my friend’s tits. They were awesome. Holy shit, they were perfect. Again, no bra. Is that a thing? I thought all girls wore bras. She looked at me, staring right at her fantastic breasts.

“I usually wear a bra. They were all dirty. Besides, I thought I was just gonna hang with you for a few minutes.” As usual she could read my mind. Or is it that I am just not nearly as complicated as I think I am? Someday, when I am trying to unravel the events of this summer with a therapist, I will have to ask them about that.

Then she stuck her thumbs into the elastic of her leggings. Oh wow. She wasn’t kidding. She really was all in. With one last look right at me (did I detect of hint of doubt?) she arched her back forward and slid her leggings to her ankles. She stood up slowly, probably trying to decide if she had made the biggest mistake of her life.

Yeah, it was dark. But I had fully adapted. And I don’t think there is enough darkness in the world to hide what I was seeing. My eyes were fully dilated. I was taking in everything. Darby was a ten. Who the hell knew? I knew she was cute. I knew she was brilliant and funny and for some reason put up with my mediocrity. But she was amazing. Her short haircut was perfect on her when you could see the entire picture. It was as if she picked the haircut specifically for when someone would see her completely naked. Black hair. Shapely, large breasts. Not as big at Chelsea, but still large. And perfectly proportioned. They were exactly the same size. I thought one was usually bigger than the other. Not on Darby. Perfectly proportioned. As my eyes trailed down her firm torso, I saw her pussy. She had dark hair, no surprise there. But it was trimmed. Kind of in a triangle. Not harsh. Just trimmed up. Like she didn’t want anything escaping a bikini. Oh, my penis. Hadn’t I had enough punishment lately?

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The strangest sex I have ever had was with two lesbian friends…

“John?”

I knew from the phone number identification that it was a friend from high school.

“Shelly?”

I hadn’t heard from her in several years, not since our tenth high school reunion.

“John! I’m so glad I’ve reached you!”

I was a math nerd in high school, a member of the “intellectual clique.” Shelly was, too. And I was a late-bloomer to sex. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t gotten offers. I had just turned them all down, uncertain of myself. Shelly was one of several girls I wish I had gotten to know better.

“Hey, Shelly. How are you? How is Susan?”

At our ten-year reunion, I found out that most of the girls I had wanted to sleep with were now lesbians, including Shelly! I met Shelly’s lover, Susan, at the reunion.

“Susan’s good… she’s good…”

Shelly’s voice drifted off, as if there was more, but before I could ask, she asked, “We’re hoping to visit Boston next month. Will you be around?”

There was a sparkle in Shelly’s voice, at least that’s how I experienced it. I let her voice crawl in my ear, as if whispered, the way I had fantasized so many times. Like the music of the sirens, her voice drifted inside me, went through my heart, and vibrated all the way down to my crotch.

“We’d love to see you…” she added.

By the time she finished, my arousal was complete.

“Sure,” I gulped.

I was glad she couldn’t see me, or read my mind.

“When?”

“How about the weekend of October 15th?” Shelly asked.

I took a deep breath. “Settle down,” I told myself, “I’m reading WAY too much into this.” I had made THAT mistake many times, thinking I knew what a woman wanted. I took another breath, then remembered how Shelly and Susan had been at the reunion, touching each other, smiling at each other. They were really in love. And though there was a lot of kidding by others at the reunion, they stood fast in their commitment to each other. When a former jock came over and tried to convince them that they didn’t know what they were missing, Susan stood between him and Shelly. “Men are pigs!” Susan had said. When the man turned with a snort and left, I said to Shelly, “Not ALL men.” “No, not you,” Shelly had reassured me. But Susan had had enough, and they left the reunion shortly after, heading back to Seattle. I hadn’t seen nor heard from them. Not until now.

“I’m available that weekend,” I said, then winced as I was afraid I might have sounded like a jerk.

“Great!” she said. “I’ll e-mail you the details. We’re really looking forward to seeing you!”

Long after I hung up, her voice continued to crackle inside my body.

On the weekend of the 15th, I picked up Shelly and Susan Friday afternoon at Logan, then gave them a thrilling drive out to my place.

“We’re not used to Boston driving,” Susan said. “There aren’t any lines! How do you know where to go?” Shelly asked. “Driving without boundaries… I’m used to it,” I said.

The ladies were quiet as I weaved my car carefully around the rush-hour traffic.

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” I asked.

When I looked over, Shelly’s cheeks were red.

“Is it too warm? I can turn down the heat…” “No, it’s all right,” she said.

We sat in silence for the rest of the drive to my house. When we pulled into my driveway, it was early evening and already getting dark.

“Here we are! Chez John!”

We decided to eat, an early dinner for me, a kind of late lunch for the ladies from the west coast. We had clam chowder, peanut butter sandwiches, and white wine. We didn’t eat much, but managed to finish the wine. We moved to the living room and I opened another bottle, a late harvest, sweeter wine from upstate New York. Soon, we were quite relaxed, sinking into the thick cushions of my over-stuffed bachelor sofa set.

“So what brings you all the way out here?” I asked, speaking carefully, trying to keep a harness on the freedom the wine was offering me.

Shelly looked over at Susan. I wasn’t sure if she was red from the wine, or from what she wasn’t saying.

“No need to be embarrassed,” Susan admonished, looking very serious.

Susan was definitely the one that wore the pants in their relationship. She looked over at me, gave me the once-over, and said, “Shelly tells me you’re pretty smart? And you’re doing pretty well: college graduate, good job…”

I had the uncomfortable feeling that I was being judged. I tried to sit up, but just ended up squirming, trapped in my own sofa cushions.

“You’re not married, but you’ve done well. You seem nice enough… Is there any reason you haven’t gotten married?”

I felt like a piece of meat. I looked over at Shelly for some help.

“What, exactly, are you getting at?” I asked, a bit harder than I really wanted. “What’s this about?”

Shelly just looked back, opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything, then looked down at the floor.

“There’s no easy way to say this…,” Susan said. “Shelly and I would like to have a baby.”

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“You want a… child?” I said, “both of you?” Susan snorted. “Not both of us, just Shelly.”

Susan seemed to regret what she had just said. I saw Shelly’s face turn sad.

“I… I didn’t mean it… not that way,” Susan said, leaning towards Shelly. “I want this baby, too. I just meant… you know…”

While the two women were consoling each other, I tried to focus on what had been said. I was surprised to hear myself ask aloud, “What’s that got to do with me?”

“I thought you said he was smart,” Susan said. The two of them laughed, then looked at me.

Maybe it was the wine. I sat there staring from Shelly to Susan, watching as Shelly turned red, until she couldn’t look at me any more. My eyes grew big as I realized what they wanted.

“Yes,” Susan said, “we want you to be the father!”

After the initial shock wore off, we talked for another couple hours — about life, love, why children, why me. Susan explained that I would not have any obligations, that I wouldn’t even see the child. When I winced at that, Shelly said that it was just that it was important that the child never know I was the father. I didn’t like that. Shelly said she chose me out of all the men she had ever known, that I was the best man she could think of to be the father.

“I’m tired of talking,” Susan said. “Are you going to help us, or not?”

I looked at Shelly. She looked back. I let myself fall into her eyes, and got the answer.

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll do it.”

“Good!” Susan said, obviously annoyed, angry that I had agreed. “It’s what we wanted,” Susan said. “Yep,” Susan said. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”

Susan gave me a glare as she left us for her bedroom.

“Is she okay with this?” I asked. “It’s hard for her,” Shelly said. “It’s hard for me, too. But it’s harder for her.”

Shelly put her hand on my arm.

“Not so hard… for you, I mean?” I asked.

Shelly smiled and sat down next to me. We talked for a while. I heard Susan finish in the bathroom and close the door to her bedroom. The talk turned more personal, about old times, missed opportunities. We laughed about my uncertainties, my being a nerd.

“I’m still a nerd,” I laughed. Shelly just leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. When she leaned back, I leaned forward. She didn’t back away and our lips met. We lingered, enjoying our first kiss.

“It’s late. We should get started,” Shelly said, a little sheepishly.

I looked at her. “Tonight?”

Shelly nodded. “We timed our visit, to match my cycle. We need to try right away, if that’s okay…”

“Yeah,” I said, “sure. That’s okay…”

My bedroom door opened. Shelly came in and quickly shut it behind her. She was wearing a lovely teddy, so sheer I could make out her lovely, slim body underneath. She stood there, letting me look at her from my bed. She had thick curly hair down below her shoulders. I followed the hair down to the dark nipples, easily visible beneath the sheer material. My eyes drifted further down. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I could clearly see the neatly trimmed hair guiding me to her crotch. I looked down her legs, then slowly back up, to her face. She was looking at the floor, looked embarrassed. I got out of bed, letting the covers fall away, and stood beside her, naked and nervous.

“Is this your first time?” I asked, “I mean, with a man?”

Still looking down, Shelly smiled and shook her head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

Shelly’s gaze moved from the floor, up my legs, and finally to my eyes. I melted as she just stared into my eyes, then nodded. She sat down on my bed, took my hand, and pulled me to her as she lay back. As I crawled into bed, I filled the void left by her spreading legs. As I lay down on top of her, she lifted her knees, letting her thighs fall even further apart. My hand climbed her thigh, my fingers brushed up and over, until I felt the soft puffiness of her swollen lips. I followed the ridge of her labia, down to where I felt the slick wetness that told me she was ready and willing. I slipped one, then two fingers just inside her lips and dragged my fingers up her slit. She caught her breath, until I found the enlarged bulb that was her clit. I rolled my slippery fingers up, around, and back down the other side of her button. Shelly gasped, then groaned.

“Stop! Stop!”

The bedroom door burst open. Susan ran in, grabbed my waist and pulled me aside. I was caught off balance and tumbled to the floor.

“I can’t! I can’t!” Susan cried, putting herself squarely between me and Shelly. She hugged Shelly. “I’m sorry. I just can’t…”

Angry, but mainly just frustrated, I got my bathrobe and left the two ladies in my room. I went to the kitchen, to make myself a drink. I heard them talking, never yelling, and not loudly enough for me to make out what they Escort bayan Ankara were saying. I waited. After about an hour, they both came down. Shelly had changed out of the teddy into a night gown. Susan was the first to say something.

“Look, I’m sorry about that. I know we agreed, but I just couldn’t stand not being there, not being part of it.”

There was a long silence. Susan went on.

“I… I don’t want to… I don’t want this to be any harder than it has to be. I mean, I want the best chances, for our child,” Susan said, holding tight to Shelly’s hand.

“I want it to be natural,” Shelly said, more to Susan than me, “like it’s meant to be. I don’t want a turkey baster baby!” Shelly started to cry. Susan wrapped her arm around her.

I had heard about such home-grown artificial insemination methods.

“I’m not going to masturbate into a cup!” I said.

There was another long silence.

“I have to be there, too, when he does it,” Susan finally said. “I want to be right there, with you in my arms, when the baby is conceived.”

I was confused, and must have looked a little shocked, because Shelly looked at me with such a pleading look, as if this was her only chance, as if I was the only man that they would agree could get her pregnant.

“Look,” I said, “there’s something I should tell you…” “I knew he didn’t have the balls!” Susan interrupted.

Shelly started to cry. Susan and I glared at each other, which made Shelly cry even harder.

“Please,” Shelly cried, to both of us. “please…”

Susan crumbled, and my heart melted, too. I flashed back on a camping trip where I had not had the courage to have sex with Shelly, even though we were sleeping alone. Another challenging glare from Susan and I made up my mind.

“Okay,” I said. “How do you want to do this?”

I lay there, waiting. I heard the doorknob turn, watched shadows of the ladies as they entered. First one, then the other lifted the covers and slipped into my bed. I moved over to the far edge. We had agreed that I would wait for the signal. And Susan made it very clear. SHE would decide when I was to move into position.

The two lay for a while without moving. I heard them kiss.

“Are you ready?” I heard Shelly ask Susan. Susan turned over onto her back, so close to me I could feel the warmth of her body. She was careful not to touch me.

“Yes,” Shelly whispered back.

We had decided that Shelly should be in the middle, between us. And Susan insisted on having Shelly face her. After some delicate negotiations, we agreed on a way that I would impregnate Shelly: a combination of woman-on-top and doggie-style. Susan would be on her back, Shelly on top of her, facing her, with me entering Shelly from behind.

Another kiss, and Shelly moved on top of Susan. Shelly put her legs to either side of Susan’s. As Shelly got comfortable, her leg pressed against mine. She didn’t pull back, and I enjoyed having her body touching mine.

Susan’s hand touched my leg, jumped away, then found Shelly’s leg. Susan’s hand rounded Shelly’s butt, and Shelly spread wider. I knew Susan had reached her destination when Shelly let go a soft moan. I closed my eyes and waited.

With Shelly’s leg pressed against mine, I had a pretty good sense of how Susan was making her feel. And Shelly moved her leg against mine as if she wanted me to know, in a way that quickly aroused me. Between the sound of wet fingers, slippery lips, gentle kissing, and their whispering, it was hard for me to lay still. I distracted myself by paying attention to the tender loving that was being shared between the two women making love right beside me.

Susan was very slow and deliberate. With Shelly’s straining muscles, I could sense Susan’s fingers as they ran up and down Shelly’s back, over her butt, between her legs… After a time, the tension in Shelly’s body caused her to squirm. Susan began a dance, bringing Shelly close to, but never over, the threshold. Several times, Susan brought Shelly to the edge, then stopped. I realized that Susan was getting Shelly ready, for me.

“Please, please,” Shelly pleaded with Susan, the sound of her voice so hot with desire that I reached down to give my throbbing dick a squeeze.

It was there that Susan’s hand that found me. I was surprised, and a little embarrassed, but understood the signal as she tugged at me. I rolled over and crawled behind Shelly. I was careful to avoid Susan’s legs, which remained tightly clamped together. Shelly widened her stance, to make room for my knees, straddling Susan’s. I rocked forward, my engorged cock shaking with the anticipation of finding Shelly’s sopping slit.

“Wait,” Susan whispered.

I felt the sexual tension in Shelly’s body go limp,. I took a deep breath, frustrated that Susan was backing out again.

“I… I want to be the one who guides it into Shelly,” Susan said.

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I soon got my answer. I felt Susan and Shelly shift to let Susan’s hand reach between them. When I felt her fingers Bayan escort Ankara touching my thigh, I startled back.

“Move closer,” Susan said.

I decided not to argue and inched my dick forward. When I felt her fingertips tapping at the head of my cock, I tried not to lose my erection. I turned my thoughts to the wet, puffy cunt just a few more inches away from me. I leaned forward. Susan’s fingers wrapped around my shaft. She gave me a good squeeze, then another. It felt good. My cock grew, responding to her pulses.

“It’s getting so big!” Susan said, with a voice that made clear her own excitement.

The comment caused Shelly to tense up. I thought she was afraid. But when she arched her back and rolled her butt up, turning her slit towards my cock, I knew she wasn’t tense with fear, but with anticipation. I pushed my hips forward. Susan guided my dick. Shelly gasped as I felt the warm wet of her waiting lips. I rocked my hips up, eager to penetrate deeper. Susan loosened her grasp of my shaft and I sank in. I let out a sigh of pleasure as Susan guided my cock inside her lover’s cunt.

“Oh god,” I groaned, “that feels soooo good!”

I continued to sink deeper into Shelly. When I reached full penetration, she gasped. Susan did not remove her hand. Her fingers lightly brushed my balls. When Shelly began to jerk, I realized Susan wasn’t just massaging me, probably wasn’t even trying to massage me. I could feel her hand turning as she pressed her knuckles into Shelly’s clit. Shelly twitched and groaned as each knuckle slowly rocked over her clit. I started to pull out, to start pumping Shelly’s cunt with my cock, but Susan looped her fingers around my ball sack and held on tight. She gave a tug, and pulled me back into Shelly. Holding my balls captive, Susan continued to roll her hand, back and forth, over Shelly’s clit. She gradually increased the pace. I was anxious to start thrusting, but couldn’t. I decided to relax and enjoy the gentle tugging on my nuts. At some point, I would have to be given what I wanted. In the meantime, I would enjoy the ride.

Shelly started bouncing. She was on her way to an orgasm. Susan stopped and moved her hand away from Shelly. I started to withdraw. Susan squeezed my balls.

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

Then she squeezed harder.

“Not so hard!” I said.

But she continued to squeeze, the dull pain causing my erection to soften.

“Ow!” “Then be sure to follow me,” Susan snapped. “I’m in charge.”

Not waiting for my reaction, she loosened her grasp, but didn’t let go. My cock continued to shrink out of Shelly’s vagina. Shelly leaned down and whispered something to Susan. Susan gave me a tug on my balls. I tried to push forward, but my dick had grown too limp.

“No…no…,” Shelly begged, “please…don’t stop…”

But I did stop. My dick was a useless flab of flesh.

“Please…,”.Shelly whispered into Susan’s ear,

Nobody moved. Then I felt Susan’s fingers soften around my sack. She started to roll my balls, gently, in her fingers. She gave a slight tug, and I tilted forward. She lightly fingered my balls again, and gave me a gentle tug back, and I tilted back. I couldn’t believe it. Susan was trying to arouse me with a nut massage, And it was working! As Susan carefully, considerately, gently, sensually, lovingly stroked my balls, my cock was growing bigger with each beat of my heart.

“Yes… yes…,” Shelly told Susan. “I feel you making him come back, inside me.”

We started again, carefully, slowly, rocking together. But now Susan paid attention to my arousal with her tender touch. As I felt safer and more confident, no longer worried about my balls being crushed, I was drawn to the feeling of friction, of my dick head sliding against the walls of Shelly’s vagina, which pulsed with its own energy. Within a few cycles, we were working together, as one: Shelly guiding Susan, Susan guiding me, me fulfilling Shelly.

“Yes… yes…,” I blurted, giving my body over to these two lesbian friends. I let them use me, for their own enjoyment. I responded to the slightest movement of Susan’s fingers around my ball sack. I became a stud horse. Susan was my rider/breeder. Shelly was my mare. I was in a dream, as Susan deftly gave me the signals to please her lover with my cock.

It wasn’t long before we neared our crescendos. Susan’s tugging at my balls became more and more urgent as Shelly’s hips began to dance, bouncing hard into my vigorous thrusts. When I felt I was about to come, Susan would pull hard on my balls and hold me, deep inside Shelly. She didn’t let me move, and her thumb pressing into one of my balls, kept me from coming. I felt Susan’s hand, rolling her knuckles into Shelly’s clit, and then her hand moved down further.

As she stretched my ball sack in her grasp, Susan lowered her clenched fist down and rolled her knuckles, again. At first I though it was to vibrate Shelly’s asshole, but her asshole was on my side, not down below. I felt Susan press her knees into mine, opening her legs, which twitch with her rotating knuckles. She was masturbating herself. Her fist went back and forth, between her clit and Shelly’s, until they were twitching and bouncing. Susan stopped, pulled back, and I slid my cock back. Shelly moaned, and a groan began to climb out of my chest, deep and guttural. Susan pulled me back into Shelly, and her moaning grew more frantic.

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It was a late morning and I knew I didn’t have to be in at work until late. I had woke up horny as could be too. I’m not sure what it was that morning; whether it was just me dreaming of being in the midst of some torrid orgy. Either way I knew I had to get my day rolling. I staggered into the shower with the hope of shaking the cobwebs and getting motivated for the day.

I stripped down and stepped into the tub as the hot water ran across my body. As I lathered up, I still couldn’t help but still frisky. I poured some more shower gel onto my hand and slowly rubbed it across my body. I couldn’t help but stroke my still semi-hardened cock. The lather ran underneath my balls and I could feel my breath getting shorter as I rubbed myself. I was enjoying myself in the steam and feeling my manhood rise within my hands. My cock head was starting to bob and I massaged my balls.

I noticed how fuzzy I had become and craved that smooth shaven feel again. I turned to let the water rinse the soap off as I reached across to find the shaving gel. I filled my palm with the thick white foam and applied it to my engorged self. The shaving gel felt so much thicker and richer than the shower gel; it had the feel of a warm slickened pussy in my hands. It felt maddeningly close to the feel of an old girlfriend’s snug pussy. It felt so good I made sure I worked that lather up and down the length of my cock several times. I could feel myself swelling up as I ran my grip to & fro. As one hand stroked mightily, my other was cupping my swelling balls and massaging. I eventually loosened my grip and proceeded to find my razor. I carefully whisked the shaving cream off of my heavy balls, groin and near my shaft. It felt wonderful being so smooth again! I rinsed what little soap and shaving cream was left off of me and marveled at the look of my shaven cock & balls. I was still hard and my cock swayed as I stepped out of the shower.

I couldn’t believe how horny I still was and how gorgeous my cock felt as it was swollen and hung heavy from my groin. I pulled my towel from the rack and dried off. The terry cloth brushed up against my swollen purple tip and it felt wonderful. I was so sensitive and it sent a surge through me. For kicks I hung my towel across my length and let the weight of the wet towel tug against my erect cock. My cock bobbed in eager response. I had to have a release soon. My mind was racing and my cock was pulsing.

*****

I Ataşehir Escort walked out of the steamy bathroom with my erect cock bobbing underneath my towel. The weight of the towel made my cock that much more rigid and firm. I could feel my blood rushing & surging through the length of my meaty shaft. My smoothly shaven balls tingled with anticipation in the cool fresh air. My mind was racing, not as to when I was going to get off but how. I knew I was swollen with my thick cum and I had to have a release soon. I reached back into the bathroom cabinet and reached for the baby oil. The feel of that slick lubricant always made me hornier. I walked into my bedroom with that bottle and my cock jutting forth leading the way..

I removed my towel and my cock sprung forth skyward. I could practically feel my juices swirling around within me. My shaft throbbed and its veins engorged pulsed along my shaft. My cock was just begging for that eruption soon to come! I laid down on my bed sheets and saw my cock sway freely. I quickly opened the bottle of baby oil and poured some out onto the palm of my outstretched hand. My mind was racing recalling erotic adventures of the past & fantasies I have yet to fulfill. I had envisioned many escapades with previous girlfriends, lovers & other escapades I’ve had over the years. Oh how naughty some of them were! I had also passed through my mind some of the fantastic things & wonderful creatures I have seen online and in porn. All of this imagery just made my long shaft feel that much thicker and firmer. The oil in my cupped hand made its way to my swaying balls. My skin tingled as the slippery liquid made contact with the skin of my balls. I massaged the oil in deeply and felt my balls move within its sack. Mmmm… my marbles slid around within the grip of my hand and pulsed with excitement. I tipped my head back and groaned at how good it felt. My balls were smooth and oh-so sensitive to the touch. My breathing had become shallow as I slowly worked the oil into myself. My cock was now raging for attention as well.

I cup some more oil into the palm of my hand and slowly & methodically run it along the length of my cock. I hold the bottle over my aching cock and dribble the cold slippery stream onto the tip and watch the oil descend for what seems like forever down the shaft of my cock. My freshly shaven cock shivers and is still raging to explode. My Ataşehir Escort Bayan ass tightens & tenses as this slippery oil hits my smooth cock skin. I instinctually grasp at my cock and slowly move the oil along. The dim light in the room hits my length and I’m excited to see how shiny my cock looks. My rhythm slowly builds as I oil my cock up. The heat generated is maddening. It so reminds me of previous lovers and their warm and snug orifices- whether it was their delectably snug pussies or their pert tight asses. I can practically hear their moaning in my head as I stroke myself so much closer to that release that I’ve been craving.

In my mind’s eye I can practically see my pointed purple helmet entering her snug hole. She’s practically been wetted down by my spearing tongue or my pre-cum. My breathing quickens as I see this image in my head. I look down and see that my hand is now a blur across my dick. Oh what a glorious feeling is coming over my body… Mmmmm! With my free hand I reach down it’s so reminiscent of a wonderful licking that I had gotten several times from a girlfriend who was so very adept with a tongue! All of these images flood my mind and I’m aroused like no other. My body tenses and flexes as this wave of sensuality rips across my frame. I buck & groan as I stroke myself. My piston like grip releases and tightens as I vary my stroke urging and prolonging those sweet sensations surging within me. My cock is in exquisite heaven and I’m loving every moment my hot oiled hands can provide me…

*****

I was there in an orgasmic frenzy, stroking my grip tightening and loosening as my hand rose & descended upon its length. My breathing had gotten shallow as I was bathed in this glorious feeling. I could feel my legs tensing up and my ass clenching as I could feel that inevitable feeling rising within me.

And then out of the dim light beyond the doorway, I saw her standing there eyeing me. She obviously enjoyed the show I was putting on. I had no idea how long she had been standing there looking at me as I was in my self-induced bliss. As shocked as I was to have someone so quietly sneak in on me, I at no point let go of my stiff cock. I slowed my pace down a bit but I was in too heightened a state at this point. She smiled at me- not saying a word. Thinking this obviously met with her approval, I tipped my head back and resumed my pace. I saw that she Escort Ataşehir was walking over to me now… looking at my shiny meaty shaft and also making eye contact with me. She was obviously enjoying the show that I was putting on and knowing that I was so aroused.

She sat next to me and reached across to grab the bottle of baby oil. She deftly opened it and dribbled a few more cool drops on the tip of my cock. I slackened my grip as to accept the slippery liquid on my cock. Ooooooo… a new sensation rippling down my shaft. I was loving it! I was eyeing her now as she was being my cock tease. My one hand still tugging at my balls and my dominant hand slowly methodically giving myself that forbidden pleasure. I grunted and tipped my head back as I knew I was performing for her now. It was no longer about me pleasing myself any more. Not a word was said but I knew that she wanted to see me have an orgasm… one way or another.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She knew she had me at a disadvantage. I was already sprawled out on the bed stroking away on my thickened cock. The baby oil that she had dribbled upon my shaft just heightened the sensation. I couldn’t take my eye off of her. She opened her blouse to reveal two of the most gorgeous breasts I had seen in awhile. Even in the dim light I could make out their voluptuous shape. Their nipples were jutting out in full glory for me to see. This just made the cum within my freshly shaven balls quiver that much more and swirl around in anticipation. I didn’t want to stop performing for her. My hand was slowly & rhythmically going up & down my hard shaft and my other hand was meticulously massaging my swollen balls. If I wasn’t erect before, I was most definitely now. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she slowly decided to disrobe before me.

She was silent. I could feel as though she was checking me out as I played methodically on my cock. She slithered out of her pants elegantly to show me her beautiful naked form. If I didn’t know better, she was the one putting on the show for me as opposed me putting on a show for her. Whatever the reason, it seemed mutually gratifying so far. I’d release my massaging touch to reach out to her thigh and yet she backed off. She didn’t want me to touch yet and that drove me wild. She gingerly put my hand back on my groin and as she did so, she ran her delicate fingers across her smooth tummy. She traced the smooth shaven lips of her slit to show me that she was as bald as I was. I was practically gulping air at this point ogling her and feeling my own arousal taking flight.

My mind was a blur as I awaited where this was going to go next. My body was set to explode and I was all hers for the viewing and taking.

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Maria crouched silently against the chimney, one foot easily bracing her weight against the steep slope of the roof. The night air was hot but a slight breeze rebounded through the woman’s shadowy hiding place. One nice thing about these wealthy folks, she thought. They loved their fancy houses. The irregularly-shaped roofs offered dozens of spots where a woman with a camera could lurk totally unseen.

Moving with cautious speed, Maria slid her satchel around to her side. Two slight popping noises and the safety catch was released. From the depths of the black bag the photographer extracted a small clamp, shaped to fit over the apex of the roof. Quickly but quietly, the slim woman set the clamp against the roof and spun its dials until the device was firmly attached to the shingles. This accomplished, the nearly invisible photographer fished a lightweight camera from the satchel and snapped it into the base of the clamp. Finally, she unzipped her black vest halfway and reached inside for the lens. Its rough, textured casing scraped against the flesh of her breast as she pulled away the velcro straps which held the equipment to her vest. Licking her lips and smiling, Maria re-zipped the vest and gingerly put the lens in place. The device was the most delicate part of her equipment, containing a light intensifier as well as the powerful telescope. Maria definitely didn’t want to chase it two stories to the ground.

Straddling the crux of the roof, Maria leaned forward and scooted her rear back until she was lying nearly horizontal. A quick look in the view finder showed that the couple next door had started early. She swore softly, one eye glinting off the weak light of the street light. The people at 5181 Ridgeway were her favorite subjects; she hated to miss any part of their performance. Sitting up, Maria quickly plugged two small wires into the camera. The first led to a small rubber cup which fitted perfectly over one eye and was held on by an elastic strap. The second was a remote shutter release. Smiling as the couple swam into focus, Maria leaned back and made herself comfortable against the chimney.

The blonde woman was already tied to the bed, face down and spread-eagled. She was nude, of course. Maria had never seen her with clothes still on. Towering over the bed was her husband, his erection looking almost as long as the flexible ends of his cat o’ nine tails. He walked casually alongside the bed, trailing the ends of the whip against the trembling blonde’s back.

Without warning, the cat cut through the air and smacked against the woman’s quivering buttocks. Maria jumped herself, mirroring the bound wife. The camera whirred quietly. The whip moved aside and Maria snapped a few more frames of the reddened ass in the center of her view finder. Her only regret was the lack of sound.

The cat swung again, twice, and bright red lines appeared across the backs of the woman’s thighs. The husband was obviously breathing hard; his free hand was pumping at his enormous cock. Maria, knowing the couple’s routine, was disappointed. They’d started far earlier tonight than she’d expected.

The whip rose and fell three more times and the captive’s beautiful ass was nearly glowing. A warm breeze brushed against the skin of Maria’s neck and face. She wondered idly how warm her unknown subject’s skin was by now. The man, however, didn’t care. His cat lay abandoned on the floor, dropped in favor of his more personal tool. Moving quickly to the head of the bed, he was soon shooting milky streams of semen into his wife’s hair. Maria’s camera recorded the event gleefully, zipping through the roll of film.

When he was finished, the husband let out a deep breath and closed his eyes momentarily. His wife was grinding her pelvis against the bed frantically, trying vainly to stimulate her clit against the smooth sheets. Erection gone, the man quickly found a large, knobbed vibrator and slid it into his wife with one fluid motion. She tensed abruptly as the machine thrust into her body, then began undulating her hips rhythmically. After flipping the small device on, the husband disappeared from the bedroom.

Maria pulled the eyepiece from her head, knowing that the performance was pretty much over for at least an hour or two. People were predictable, she’d learned. They might experiment every once in a while, but sooner or later they returned to their old sexual routines. Maria pulled a wide swath of black cloth across her nose and mouth as she prepared to depart. Always cautious, the mask would help prevent identification in the event someone caught a glimpse of her. Less than three minutes later the camera and accoutrements were returned to the satchel. Except for the lens, which was snuggled against her abdomen protectively. This accomplished, Maria reached inside her bra and teased one stiff nipple before closing her vest and descending from the roof like a voyeuristic angel.

* * * * *

“Private World Publications,” said the voice on the phone.

“Doug Frazier, please,” Maria requested. She reclined on the plush couch in her robe, revelling in the heat of the afternoon Ankara escort sun on her bare legs. Spread out across her lap were copies of her work from last week — three small booklets.

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“No.” The dark-haired photographer was sure she detected a sigh from the secretary before she was placed on hold.

Doug’s deep voice clicked on after a slight delay. “About time, Maria,” he grumbled.

“How’d you know it was me?” asked Maria, smiling at the ritual greeting.

“‘Cause you’re the only one I know too rude to give your name!”

“I’ve got something for you to make up for it. Twenty-two somethings, as a matter of fact.”

“Good. When are you going to come down here and wrap those beautiful legs around my head?”

“When I’m ready to break your neck,” Maria answered.

Doug coughed and Maria heard the sound of a lighter being sparked. “Worth a try. I’ve got a special request for you, if you’re working tonight.”

“Of course!” replied Maria, wiggling her butt against the rough covering of the couch. Jogging and climbing had kept the photographer’s legs and ass well-muscled. “What do you need?”

“A little island work.”

Maria mulled over the request for a moment. “I think I can do it,” she said finally. “How urgent is it?”

“Fast as you can,” was the reply.

“Hmm,” said the slim brunette. “I’ll try. Maybe I can get lucky tonight!”

* * * * *

The architecture of a downtown parking structure provided one of Maria’s favorite posts; the corner supporting walls were arranged in a fashion which left a perfectly shadowed alcove facing a nearby apartment building. Nestled in this hiding spot, Maria set up her equipment and gazed across the empty air, counting the windows in from the left. Sure enough, her luck was in. The three men living in that particular unit played out their Thursday night tradition every week without fail, but the blinds were often closed. Tonight, however, the living room was open to any competent peeper. Hopefully, the trio would once again satisfy their predilection with the act Doug had requested. “Island work” was the publisher’s slang for what was more traditionally referred to as “Greek”. Leaving her mask up, Maria zoomed in on the apartment.

Two of the three young men were already there, sitting in separate recliners with nothing on but nylon running shorts. They were good-looking figures, muscular and handsome. Maria felt a stirring between her legs as she gazed at the pair, whom she’d nicknamed Tom and Dick. Within moments their roommate strolled into the room, every bit as fit as his friends. He, of course, was Harry.

Harry had a slight Chinese girl in tow. She evidently knew her job here; without delay the girl slipped out of her clothes and knelt before Tom. Her skin was a beautiful shade of yellow and Maria quickly captured a few shots of the girl’s small, jutting breasts as Tom’s cock stiffened rapidly between her tiny, sucking lips. This done, the girl crawled on hands and knees to Dick’s chair. With hands clasped behind her back, the little Chinese girl worked Dick’s penis out of his shorts with her teeth and proceeded to bring him to life.

Harry said something at that point and the girl dropped one hand between her legs. Maria held her breath in anticipation. As she’d expected, the girl’s fingers came away wet and travelled immediately to the cleft between her buttocks. Unfortunately, Dick and his consort were in profile to Maria so she couldn’t get a shot of the thin finger burrowing its way into the pucker of the girl’s ass. The shot was good enough for Doug’s work, however, and Maria knew there would be more before the scene was finished.

All three of the young men were soon ready. The girl moved into place, kneeling in the center of the room with her back to Maria. Then, to Maria’s delight, the Chinese girl rolled backward, onto her shoulders. In an impressive display of flexibility, the girl ended up with her knees resting on the floor beside her ears, ass straight up in the air. Once again, the camera was in perfect position to catch every last detail.

Identical expressions of ecstasy flashed over Tom and the girl’s faces as he straddled her body and bent his knees, sliding his hard rod straight down into her cute little ass. Maria nearly moaned herself, depressing the shutter release over and over as the young man bobbed up and down. Just when Maria was sure that the girl’s spine would give out, Tom raised up on his toes and pulled his cock out of her ass. The tiny Chinese’s face turned from disappointment to pure lust as three large globs of sticky cum shot from Tom’s dick. The first landed on the girl’s inclined stomach and dripped down over her almost non-existent tits. After that, however, Tom corrected his aim and the girl’s face was plastered with the creamy fluid.

Harry was just stepping into Tom’s abandoned place when Maria felt the arms wrap around her stomach and shoulders. The photograph jumped reflexively and yelped. She hadn’t heard anyone approach, and now she was caught.

“Hold Ankara escort bayan still,” whispered a reedy voice. “If you move or shout, I’ll hurt you.”

Maria did as directed, freezing within the intruder’s grasp. She craned her neck slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the man’s face. Through the camera viewer she saw Harry thrusting in and out of the Chinese girl’s ass.

“I said, hold still!” commanded Maria’s captor. The hand on her stomach moved away and the woman was surprised to see an old mariner’s style telescope swing up over her shoulder. The assailant peered through it, taking in the scene Maria’s camera recorded.

“Nice,” commented the man, putting the telescope away. “I’ll warn you right now, I know who you are, I know where you live, and I know what kind of work you’re doing. Do what I say, and that information doesn’t need to go any further. And by the way, keep shooting. You’re about to miss the second guy’s cum.”

Maria bent over and peeked back through the camera, whipping off another few frames as Harry exploded with an unbelievable amount of cum. The girl’s face and chest were literally coated with the results of the two men’s orgasms.

“What do you want?” asked Maria in a low voice. She’d pretty much given up any thoughts of escape; if the intruder had found her here, he probably did know where she lived. In the apartment, Dick plunged himself into the tender ass of the Chinese girl.

“Oh, I don’t know,” teased Maria’s unseen captor. “You keep doing your work while I decide. And I have a gun.” The last was added almost casually.

With no small amount of fear working through her stomach, Maria tried concentrating on her pictures. “You like what’s going on in there?” whispered the man huskily. The photographer nodded in silence.

Before Maria could react, the drawstring on her dark work trousers was pulled loose and the garment fell in a puddle around her ankles. She began to straighten instantly but the man saw it coming. A firm hand on the back of her neck held Maria in position and a cold piece of metal brushed against the back of her thigh.

“Last warning,” hissed the man. “Keep your face on that camera!” The tip of the gun barrel snagged the waistband of Maria’s panties and dragged them down.

The woman breathed deeply, staring through the view finder. There was a brief movement behind her, then, incredibly, the cheeks of her ass were being spread by calloused hands and a warm tongue swept across her tight anus. Maria moaned despite herself; she’d never felt something so intense in her life. Across the way, a sweating Dick was still driving in and out of the Chinese girl.

The camera clicked over and over as the man’s tongue brushed back and forth on Maria’s asshole, stopping every once in a while to push at the tight sphincter. The photographer remained stock-still, even when her invisible lover stood up and she felt the unmistakable pressure of a cockhead against her ass. Camera abandoned momentarily, Maria reached out to brace herself against the walls of the alcove as the rod-like tool slid into her ass.

“Don’t miss that last orgasm,” warned the man. He sounded smug. “Your boss might not like it if you finish early.”

Maria followed his orders, breathing hard as the cock slid in and out of her tight ass. She was just in time to capture Dick’s orgasm joining that of his roommates’ on the girl’s face. The ring of Maria’s ass squeezed convulsively around the invading cock as she watched the girl lick happily at the large accumulation of cum on her face. Then, without warning, hot streams of liquid were splashing against the inside of Maria’s own backside.

Legs trembling, the photographer nearly collapsed as the spent cock withdrew from her ass. Cum began flowing from the stretched opening instantly, dripping in a sticky path down the insides of the brunette’s legs. Staggering in an unsteady circle, she turned to look at her unexpected lover. The man, however, was gone.

* * * * *

“Good morning, Sunshine,” came Doug’s heavy voice.

“Hi Doug,” answered Maria, smiling despite herself. Her ass ached, partly from last night’s unexpected attention, partly with longing for more.

“Some damn good shots you got last night. How d’you find these people?”

“A little skill, a little luck, and a lot of patience. I’m surprised you have those developed already.”

Doug’s desk chair creaked in the background. “Rush job. We try to provide quality products in a timely manner, you know.”

“Time, of course, being directly proportional to price.”

“Of course! We can get just about any material, if the money’s there for it!”

“I know,” said Maria dryly. “I get a lot of the material, remember?”

“You get the best,” Doug flattered. “Which reminds me, do you think you can get anything from that dungeon over on Park tonight? Those collections are going like wildfire.”

“Should be able to.”

“Do it, then. Anything else before I go make the perverts happy?”

Maria hesitated, not sure whether or not to tell Doug about the Escort Ankara previous night’s experience. “No,” she said finally. “Nothing new.”

“Gotcha. Get some good shots in for me.”

* * * * *

The Dungeon on the Park, as Maria thought of it, was one of the easiest places to get pictures. The vast lawn around the sprawling estate was spotted with clumps of thick bushes and tall trees, giving a midnight photographer an abundance of hiding places. Maria took more care than usual approaching the house; she parked nearly three miles away and looked over her shoulder constantly. The inexplicable events from last night had her edgy, to say the least.

Satisfied that she was alone, Maria set up camp and zeroed in on the large bay windows at the back of the house. A slight rise in the ground provided her with a place to kneel while propping the camera on its tripod. The Mistress was entertaining a guest, it seemed. Sitting demurely in a throne-like chair, the Mistress wore crotchless leather panties and a tight leather halter. The matching boots reached up past her knees and the outfit was topped off by a fancy leather beret. Maria was captivated; she’d always thought that the Mistress’s outfits looked uncomfortable, but the things she did to her slaves were intoxicating. One of them knelt at the Mistress’s feet now, a buxom redhead dressed like a high school cheerleader. Her sweater was cut away to reveal her breasts, however, and a small set of nipple clamps was screwed firmly to her swelling peaks. The clips were attached by a thin gold chain, which trailed away to the Mistress’s hand. The cheerleader’s skirt was pinned up in the back, too, revealing a smooth ass and legs.

Across from the Mistress, Maria could see the guest. She was an older woman, dressed in a dark blue business suit and sporting a riding crop. Her glasses seemed too big for her face; she was constantly pushing them up her nose. Chatting away with the Mistress, the guest waved the crop absently.

The conversation went on for quite some time before the Mistress suddenly yanked on her gold chain. Maria congratulated herself silently as she collected a shot of the surprised slave’s nipples distending painfully. Reacting quickly, the cheerleader leaned forward and buried her head between her owner’s thighs. The Mistress raised her legs over the arms of the chairs, obscuring the redhead’s face from the camera’s view. The back of her head was still visible though, and Maria loved the pose. Doug’s customers would go nuts.

“Time to watch the little sluts be trained, huh?” whispered a voice behind Maria. Still on her knees, she began to spin around. Once again, however, the man blocked the motion.

“Keep taking your pictures,” he ordered, pushing the photographer forward until she was on all fours. She obeyed without hesitation, not sure whether to be scared or elated. She was soon nude from the waist down. This time, the man also removed her mask. Maria’s stomach quelled but she didn’t protest.

Inside the mansion, the guest’s riding crop cut through the air and whipped against the cheerleader’s exposed ass. The girl jumped visibly, mashing her face harder against her trainer’s cunt. At the same time, Maria felt a smooth, cool cylindrical object being pushed into her rapidly-lubricating pussy. When it was buried deep inside her, the unseen lover flipped the switch at the end of the device. Maria gasped as she was jolted by wave after wave of powerful vibrations.

“Don’t neglect your work,” the stalker whispered. “But if you want to get off, I suggest you run that camera with one hand.”

Needing no persuasion, the photographer reached back through her legs with one hand and grasped the end of the slick vibrator. Working the machine in and out of her engorged lips, she continued to snap photos of the Mistress and her guest.

The crop had left a number of bright red rectangles on the slave’s milky white ass, and it was still flailing. The Mistress’s guest had pushed her skirt up past her hips and one hand was busy between her legs while the other swung the crop over and over again. Maria nearly screamed aloud as a similar instrument cracked suddenly against her own flesh. She lost her grip on the vibrator momentarily. As the warm sensation shot through the cheeks of her ass she regained the lost toy and pumped it faster in her slick cunt.

Back in the mansion, the Mistress climbed onto the seat of her chair and kneeled, facing away from her slave. The redhead, responding to the pull of the nipple clamps, spread her owner’s outer lips and buttocks and began laving her from clit to asshole with her pink tongue. The riding crop continued to rain on the tender skin of the cheerleader’s rump and legs, action echoed by Maria’s anonymous friend.

Soon, the combination of the vibrator in her pussy and the crop on her ass brought Maria to a shaking orgasm. She gave up on choosing her moments for pictures; instead, she hit the shutter button at random. The camera soon locked up as the film ran out, and the man behind the crop stepped around to the side of the kneeling photographer. Grasping her by the hair, he raised her head toward his crotch. Before she knew what was happening, hot jets of cum were splashing against Maria’s cheek and nose. She licked out hungrily, eyes watering as a glob of the salty liquid dripped over them. The vibrator dropped to the ground, totally forgotten.

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I had watched them bring him in, even had watched the news reports on him before that. This strange man that brought new levels to the term insane and yet at the same time, caring, the story of how he was caught circulated freely in my circle of colleagues. All of them wanted to be his doctor, and yet none volunteered besides my offer to doctor him. I was floored when I had gone to the director and asked if I could be considered to be his psychiatrist.

“You are the first to ask my dear, he was admitted yesterday so he is yours. Have some lunch and read his file, you are seeing him in two hours.” He tells me with a smile before handing me a very thin folder and then showing me the door with a hand to my rear.

I spend the next two hours sitting in the cafeteria picking at a dried salad reading the four page file three times, taking notes on the borders and a few spare napkins. It was amazing how little information is known on this Pitre Mourir. So lost in my musings and question writing I jump when Joe leans over my shoulder.

“Sorry Doc, I’m here to remind you about your new patient, it’s time for his session.”

“Oh right, could you throw that salad away for me, I swear if they don’t improve the food here we will all be patients.” I say smiling at him as I grab up my things.

“That would be why us orderlies don’t eat in here, we pool funds and send one or two out for food. If you wish I could make a special run today for something for you and tomorrow on we can include you in the orders.”

“Hmmm, that is a good idea, I’ll let you know if I want anything today though, I’m a little nervous there’s so much not known on this guy, like his name. I can’t imagine his parents actually named him Pitre Mourir.”

“Well that’s what you are going to find out for us doc, here’s your door I’ll go get him.”

I watch him walk away for a second, unable to resist staring at his butt. I must admit he has a most delicious ass though being married has so many perks there are some moments of damn involved, his butt is one of those. My husband doesn’t have that nice of a butt, though the rest of him is pleasing enough.

Thoughts of sex rolling around in my head I go into my office. Sofa moved back to the interview position, I had to move it for my morning patient, he preferred sitting on the floor. I’m in the process of moving the coffee table back when the door opens. Turning my head to see who was just barging in saved me, a tall lithe man with blue hair rushing straight for me.

I had no time for thought or dodging, my martial training kicked right in. My right hand shot out connecting squarely with his chest, my foot kicking his front foot into his rear and he is falling, straight at me his weight and momentum threatening to overwhelm me, if it wasn’t for my own foot supporting us both into a turn he would have landed on me. Instead we both land on the sofa, him on his back, me on top of him.

Joe was of course right behind him, though now he is on one knee next to the coffee table laughing hard trying to catch his breath. While he struggles for breath I look down at the smiling man under me. His short blue hair cascading all over the place though there are bits of blonde peaking through, speaking volumes of a self done dye job with not approved dyes. Peeking out through his hair at me are strikingly blue eyes, under that is an elongated thin nose. His thin lips stretched into a huge smile.

“So doc, are we going to talk about the first thing that rises with you atop me or do you want me to talk about my mom?” Are his first words, his voice is thin rather like the rest of him making it sound like he is talking through a paper towel roll.

I can’t help but laugh at his words, feeling a bit of a lump forming as I get off of him. I shoo Joe out of the room before I sit at my chair, notebook in hand.

“Oh now doc no need for notes, I’m memorable enough.”

“Yes you are but I really must take notes, our first few sessions are a get to know each other time and I can decide on any medication for you. Now before you say anything else, yes we are going to talk about your mom, and what it was like growing up for you.”

“Oh all right if you must pry, but please be gentle it’s my first time.” He says as he reclines on the sofa, his knees high slightly spread.

“I will I swear, now tell me where you were born and what it was like for you growing up.” I couldn’t help but giggle, his position reminding me so much of the back seat where I had my first sex.

“Let’s see, I was born on the plains, I couldn’t see or hear. My first years were not terribly informative until this wonderful Kadıköy Escort woman came and taught me to sign.”

“You are not Helen Keller, come on be serious here. How about this, you are 7 years old what are you doing?”

“But, but I’m only 6 and a half years old.”

“Oh all right, let’s talk about your hair. Why is your hair blue?”

“Oh that’s easy, I was feeling blue and the toilet is filled with such a great blue I just dunked my head a few times.”

“Well that makes sense, disgusting but it does make sense. Now you said you were blue, so you are not feeling blue anymore?”

“No I’m not and it’s not disgusting actually, that blue in the toilet is a disinfectant and I did flush twice before I dunked, my hair is about as clean as it would be if I bleached it.”

“I’ll take your word for that. Why are you not blue anymore if you want to talk about that?”

“Oh I’m not blue anymore because I happened to meet this incredible woman who can hold her own in a fight, is smart, and drop dead gorgeous. If you stand and do a little twirl for me I’ll be able to tell if you have the body of a goddess like I think you do. I’m not sure you understand I only got a brief glimpse of you before you deposited me on the sofa.” He says as he sits up rotating on the sofa to face in my direction his hands to his knees like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“Well thank you very much, though I am a married woman. Now if you are not blue anymore perhaps we should get your hair blonde again.” He continues to sit there perched on the edge of the sofa staring at me.

“I’ll just leave that out there for you to ponder. Let’s talk your name, you can’t actually be named Pitre Mourir, that’s a French name, no French parents would name their son that and anyone looking through the name books wouldn’t find it. What is your actual name?”

Nothing but staring at me still, his hands are pressed into his knees with a death grip, turning the knuckles white, his smile is gone and his eyes are a bit red at the edges now.

“I can’t let this one go you know I’m not going to be calling you that.”

His hand raises a finger upward where it twirls slowly, visibly shaking. His eyes are quite red now, his whole body trembling with suppressed rage. With a sigh I stand up and twirl for him, my hands pulling my skirt in a proper place as I spin. My spin completed I sit down again, his face lit up with joy as he claps happily. At this moment looking like nothing more than a young child that had just watched the Disneyland Main Street Parade.

“Now that I have done a spin for you, what is your name?”

“I don’t feel blonde today, what I would really like is purple. I’m feeling kingly today, could you perhaps see your way to getting me some hair dye of the purple variety?”

“Yes that could be arranged, though we were trying to talk about your name.” I answer as I am making a note in my notebook.

“We could talk about that while waiting for my dye.”

“Oh all right, don’t move I need to make a phone call.” I tell him as I get up one hand absently pulling my skirt down.

I grab the phone and dial the front desk as I sit on the corner of my desk. As I am telling the orderly there to find Joe and send him to my office I glance over at my patient. He has moved he is now sitting on the sofa as if it is a canoe he is acting like he is rowing. Periodically he rises on his knees and peers around, as if searching for something. He looks at me, his face lights up and he settles back down rowing madly, his face eager.

Mid stroke he spills forward then rolls off the sofa. Jumping to his feet he feels in front of him, running his hands up and down the invisible wall. He feels to the sides for a way around, turning in place as if he is enclosed in a box. Once he has spun around once he looks at me, panic crossing his face as he takes a crushed against the wall pose.

There is a knock at the door, telling him to stay there I move to the door and open it to find Joe standing there. The sudden look over my shoulder prompts me to turn and look, Pitre is advancing towards us, no longer crushed up against the wall instead he is for all appearances being pushed ahead of a wall.

“Go sit down on the sofa.” I tell him with my hand again to his chest, the feel of his lithe muscular chest under my hand sending a little spark running through my body.

We watch him go sit on the sofa, head drooped a pout to his lips. “Joe I need you to go and find a purple hair dye for him, see if you can get a good shampoo as well, he’s got toilet blue on his head. Before you ask yes Kadıköy Escort Bayan actually I do want something, I have a sudden urge for a milkshake, may as well get me some fries and a burger, may as well go whole hog on fattening myself up.” As I look up at Joe I notice his eyes going up and down my body for a second.

“Hair dye I can do, I don’t think I want to help you fatten yourself up though doc, not like there is a plethora of gals running around here.”

“Oh, oh yes I want a milky shake, can I have a milky shake mommy?” This from the sofa, we both turn to look at him.

He is still sitting on the sofa, sort of. He crawled up and is sitting on the support, knees spread wide with his hands clasped together. As we are watching him we notice a slight movement, he is rocking back and forth perched atop the back of the sofa. As I open my mouth to suggest he not do that he tumbles over the back with a cry. Before either of us gets two steps closer he appears over the back of the sofa grinning maniacally.

“I fall down but no boom.”

With a sigh I move to my desk to get my purse out, I almost bump into Joe when I turn. Giggling an apology I pull out a twenty, then a second to cover the cost of the dye. Joe smiles and exits, sitting down again I find my new patient just staring at me, a half smile on his lips.

“I think we’re alone now.” He gets up and starts dancing to that song.

“Oh now do sit please I need to make some progress with you. Otherwise I may be taken off your case, buying you hair dye and a milk shake requires some positive steps.” I get a smile then he is falling into the sofa lying on it his hands pressed together on his stomach.

“Well alright doc, come on out with it shrink me, but not to small I don’t want to be a rat snack.” I giggle at the comment and pull up my note pad.

“We were going to talk about your name.”

“Oh right, Pitre Mourir. I’m not sure why you’re asking I said it enough times to the reporters and judge.” I sigh and shake my head.

“No, no not the name you like to go by your actual name.” He sits up and looks at me.

“That is my real name.” I make a note not really believing him.

“I swear it is doc, my parents didn’t really like me I was dropped on an orphanage door when I was four.” I look up at him.

“Well alright, would you be open to trying a light drug treatment? Your emotions are all over the place and perhaps with the proper treatment.” He stands up and gets in a couples dancing pose.

“Sure doc but you have to dance with me until Joe gets back then I’ll take my pills like a good little boy.”

I just stare at him, not really sure if dancing is quite what he has in mind. My eyes travel over him noting that for a scrawny man he has a nice form. I sigh and get up figuring why not I can take him if it comes to a fight. I step into his arms and we are moving into a circle waltz surprising me a little people don’t normally do this particular dance. His movements are quick and sure and really everything my husband is not.

I jump when his hand falls to my butt he squeezes a little before I pull it back up. Ever moving the second time his hands moves to my butt he squeezes and pulls me close to him. I look down noticing that he is tenting a little, my breasts pulled into his firm chest.

“I am a married woman, none of this.” I say to him he smiles at me gives out a short bark of a laugh then lets me back away.

We keep dancing, I can’t help but be a little embarrassed at the reaction my body is having to him. It’s just been so long since I’ve danced with a man, my husband is just plain horrible at dancing. I jump when Joe knocks and comes in three drinks in a tray and a bag in his hands. Joe pulls me over to my desk then stands between me and my patient his face not looking happy.

“Jesus doc what the hell was that?” I sigh and look up at him.

“Probably a bad idea, I asked if I could put him on a drug treatment and he said only if we danced. He seems manic and I can’t get a straight answer out of him.”

“Damn, if the drug works great, if not I hope you’re not going to give him more treatment like that.” I shake my head and look down.

“I’m married Joe, I have the total look and don’t touch thing down pat. Dancing is one thing him trying for more is getting his ass kicked.” Joe chuckles and smiles at me.

“Just checking, so I found him a royal purple hair dye would you believe that, I bought a regular old guy shampoo as well, only a buck you had that extra by a large margin.”

“Thanks Joe, keep the change for the next time I’m in, Escort Kadıköy days off are lovely.”

The burger is heavenly, both of the men in my office sneaking fries while we sit and drink our shakes. I can’t help but sneak glances at my patient’s crotch, he seems to have no shame the bulge has not lowered. With my patient heading back to his cell I make more notes then write up the order for the light drug treatment and testing. I drop that off at the nurse’s station then head for the director’s office. My knock is greeted with an immediate come in, inside I find the director and one of my fellow psychiatrists.

“Ah such excellent timing Dr. Jocasta, your associate and I were talking about your patient. Have you made any progress?” I sit in the offered chair and smile.

“I’ve made small progress, he is controlling and manic, almost dangerously so. When he first came into my office he charged me, I put him on his back on the sofa with me above him. He was very happy with that, Joe was wheezing when he came in I think it had been a chase. I’ve built a trust with him, weak but it is there by buying him a milk shake, shampoo and purple hair dye. I have also managed to get him to agree to a light drug therapy, testing tomorrow while I am off.”

“Have you made any progress on his name?” My colleague asks looking interested I shake my head.

“He never said much true about him, said he was Helen Keller and a little later said his parents didn’t like him and left him on an orphanage door when he was four. I’m hoping with the drug treatment he will open up in a week or two.”

“Well excellent work on your first session, go on home it’s almost time for all of us.” The director tells me I smile at him and get up.

“Thank you, be careful with him, he seems to not like authority much.”

I enter our apartment with a sigh, already knowing my husband is out with his friends, baseball and a bar after if memory serves right. Dropping off everything I check our messages. I have one from my sensei reminding me tomorrow afternoon I am trying for my black belt. The second is from my husband saying he loves me and misses me. I sigh and smile loving how he will do silly things like leave messages on our answering machine.

No other messages I go into our bedroom and get out of my dress. Not really hungry yet I drop onto the bed and just stare at the ceiling. Wishing my husband was here right now to pleasure me I reach into the nightstand and pull out my vibrator. Turning it on I run it over my nipples making them stand tall and ache for lips sucking on them. Moving the buzzing toy lower I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

I see myself in a club people moving past me, sitting beside me at the bar. I ignore them my husband is coming for me. I sigh seeing him the way I’d like him to be, slimmed down to muscular perfection instead of thick in the middle and just a little bit of a double chin. He takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor. We dance, not in the shambling way we did at our wedding, but with passion and skill, his sure steps flitting us across the dance floor. My toy has traveled down me to just entice me with touches to my clit and lips.

Unable to hold it back anymore I slide the vibrator in me getting a tremble of almost orgasm. In my mind I see my husband flitting us across the dance floor to a hidden booth setting me atop the table. My clothes gone, his lying on the floor he steps up between my open legs. I moan when my husband enters me, my already wet pussy going into overdrive. I moan with his passion atop me, feeling his cock driving in and out of me as the vibrators does the same.

An orgasm travels through me pulling my knees up, both hands to my pussy. My eyes open with the last dregs of my orgasm rolling through me before closing them again wanting more. This time I see myself naked in my office with my new client running at me, likewise naked. Instead of taking him down I jump to meet him legs spread wide. A second orgasm rolls through me as I see him entering me, putting me on the sofa, and fucking me hard.

I scream my pleasure as I see myself wrapping my legs around him. His hinted at cock entering so fully that I find it hard to breathe. I move with him as he has me, his cock feeling so good deep in my sodden depths. I know I’m rolling around on the bed but it feels so incredibly real as his hands maul my breasts. The passion is almost a living thing above me as he fucks me I’m moaning seeing the ceiling of my office above me. Pulled from the fantasy by my last orgasm, toes curling, back arched I can’t do anything but lie there.

Rolling on to my side with the last of my orgasm fading away I shiver trying to work out why I was thinking of him in my playtime. Feeling like I just cheated on my husband I stare at the clock, feeling my toy partly inside me still, and shiver. Deciding it was just a passing fancy because he danced with me, I get up to order pizza.

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Disclaimer: This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy. No part of it is based in fact, and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or dead. It features a domination/submission relationship between two consenting men above 18. If this type of content is offensive to you or illegal in your area, or if you are under the age of 18, please do not proceed.

The following morning, after the exhausting evening I had spent at my now-master Garrett’s feet – where he essentially gave me a glimpse to his world of obscenity and lewd sexual desires – I was sound asleep in my assigned room.

“Get up, shitstain.”

Awakened by a smack so mighty that it knocked my skull off the edge of the bed, I opened my eyes to the sight of his totally naked body, with Garrett’s monstrous balls and soft, foreskin-shielded cock dangling above my face.

“What time did I tell you to wake me up?”, he yelled, with an increasingly aggressive tone.

I looked at the clock on my left to see that it was already 08:20.

“Sir, I’m so sorry, Sir. Sir, I slept in, Sir,” I shrieked, getting down on my knees.

“Point my cock at your bed, you good-for-nothing cum dump, and make sure you get some on your pillow.”

“Sir, please don’t do that, Sir. Sir, I’m begging you, Sir,” I pleaded, bowing my head to kiss Garrett’s giant, hairy feet.

With an effortless kick, my skull was mercilessly banged against the bed frame.

“I’ll tell you what, brown-noser. You repeat what you just said while kissing my asshole, and I’ll consider it.”

Knowing that I could potentially spend my next eight hours of sleep on a wet mattress reeking of Garrett’s urine, I rushed to press my face into his dirty, never-shaved asscrack, pucker my lips, and give his filthy butthole the deepest, most affectionate kisses I could come up with.

“Sir, please don’t wet my bed, Sir.”

My voice was on various levels of obscurity, as I moved my lips between different corners and depths of his absurdly damp buttcrack…

“Sir, I’ll make sure to wake up earlier next time, Sir.”

…which must’ve created a hilarious sound effect for him, no wonder he was tittering the whole time.

“Go lower, pussymouth.”

Obeying, I dragged my lips just below his asshole.

“Lower.”

My lips reached the densely-haired point where his taint met his asscrack, and my nostrils were now stuck to his awful-smelling butthole.

“Sir, I have nowhere else to sleep, Sir,” I begged between the breaths.

He must’ve gone for a long run before waking me up, because the level of humidity of his buttcrack was unusual. Not only was my entire face soaked in his warm sweat, but it was dripping from the chunky hairs above onto my nose. I found myself cringing at the harshness of the scent.

“Sir, please have mercy on me, Sir.”

I was so busy attempting to breathe through Garrett’s overpowering odor that I wasn’t expecting what was coming. His asshole erupted with an offensively loud and sturdy fart that continued to vibrate around my nose for two seconds straight. The intoxicating stench was pure sulfur with a rich protein essence, which was less than surprising considering the amounts of meat that he consumed on a daily basis.

Too scared to piss him off again, my only choice was to allow every molecule of his fart to travel through my nasal passage. When it ended, I fell to the floor, dry-heaving, so repulsed I could throw up, with no escape from the sound of his laughter.

“That felt good,” he remarked, adding insult to injury. “I’ve wanted to do this to you ever since you moved in, and it most definitely won’t be the last time.”

It made my flesh creep to learn that I was going to undergo this experience again, probably more than once an hour, for as long as I lived under his roof.

A true sadist, it appeared that he wished to see less compliance and smooth performance, more pointless, feeble resistance and disobedience, just for the fun of making me obey anyway.

“So, I thought about it. You did such a good job making love to my shithole, but you still need to learn your lesson.”

Still sick in the stomach from snorting Garrett’s fart, I no longer had the energy to do any more begging, especially when that only seemed to aggravate things. I simply wrapped my fingers around his now-semi-hard shaft, stroked it back, and aimed it at the headboard.

“Don’t forget that this is technically my bed. You’re just lucky to be sleeping in it.”

As soon as I took his cock into my hand, dark yellow urine stormed my bed with such a force that it penetrated my mattress within seconds. I had no choice but to watch every drop as it saturated my place of sleep, and the humiliation was complemented by his laughter from above.

“Lick it clean,” he ordered, announcing Ankara escort that his bladder was finally empty.

Garrett watched me flick my tongue across his piss slit, with my face leaning upward, in the perfect position for him to drop a sizable ball of spit on it. It exploded right between my eyes, which gave him a nice, well-heard chuckle.

This session was over when Garrett simply pulled his cock out, walked away, got dressed, and left for work.

Throughout the rest of the day, I realized that he had turned down the AC to accommodate his now-full-time nudity, without any consideration to the fact that I lived there too, and still had to wear clothes myself.

Soon enough, a home delivery let me know that the relatively warm temperature wouldn’t be that big of an issue, as he had ordered four flamboyant maid uniforms for me online, and they were revealing and delicate enough to let some breeze in.

Garrett returned home early, at 18:00., with two huge underarm wet spots. A wide grin appeared on his face as I rushed to kneel at his feet and welcome him by kissing his shoes, looking ridiculous in a maid uniform.

He took a good couple of minutes to watch and titter to himself at the joke that I was – kneeling, with feminine clothes covering my masculinity-depraved, weak build, French-kissing another man’s boots.

“Undress me, faggot.”

I immediately obeyed…

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

…by undoing the buttons of Garrett’s shirt first.

As soon as I slid it over his shoulders, he grabbed me by the back of my head and vigorously locked my face into his right armpit, cutting off my air supply. Suddenly, I found myself in a dark, humid space, where my skull was secured so firmly that I wasn’t even able to struggle.

When he finally loosened his hold, I was so desperate for air that I had to fill my lungs with the head-lighting aroma of his armpit sweat. The more of it I breathed in, the more I realized how rich and potent it was. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and made sure to mark me with his testosterone by rubbing my nose and lips into his abrasive hair.

I decided to improvise, hoping that using my tongue to wash his tangy armpit sweat away would help reduce the aroma. I started at the bottom, next to his nipple, and managed to lick every drop going up to his bicep, then to his shoulder.

“Do the other one, bitch boy,” he instructed, grabbing my head and moving it to the other side.

I made sure to lick his equally rank left armpit just as thoroughly and comprehensively as I had done the right one. This time, he even made me hold tufts of his armpit hair with my lips and suck on them to make sure they were clean.

“Keep going, fuckface,” Garrett said, pushing me down on my knees.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

I continued by taking off his boots, removing his socks, and neatly putting them in the shoe cabinet nearby. Then, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and lowered them to the ground so that all he had to do was step out of them.

After I pulled down his boxers, he turned around. “Spread them,” Garrett demanded, presumably referring to his asscheeks.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

I placed my hands on either side of his buttcheeks and pried them open.

“Get to it, brown-noser. My ass needs a good cleaning.”

I picked through the hairs on the inner sides of his asscheeks with my tongue, tasting and swallowing every drop of sweat I could collect. I went from the bottom up on the right side of his buttcrack, then from the top down on the left one, until I found myself close to his taint.

From there, I made my way up to his asshole, and worked on removing the pungent mud that covered it. When it seemed to be clean, I started to draw circles on his anus using the tip of my tongue, gradually moving it towards the center.

He didn’t seem to have any patience. “Stick your tongue in there, and don’t take it out until told,” he ordered, grabbing a fistful of my hair and cramming my face in so tight that my nostrils were shut.

“Stroke my knob and balls while you do that.”

I obeyed, caressing Garrett’s wrinkled hair-covered nutsack with one hand, and kneading the length of his now-rigid cock with the other, only adding to his satisfaction as my tongue swam inside him. I could hear the hot-blooded pleasure in his growingly loud moans while his asshole constantly tightened and relaxed around my tongue.

Without a warning, Garrett took one step forward. Knowing better than to let my tongue slip out without being told, I crawled forward so that my tongue was catching up with his butthole. That’s when I began to realize that I was going to spend a lot more time doing this, and it would be my default position for many days to come. It never failed to amuse Ankara escort bayan him when he walked me like a dog with my face nestled in his asscrack.

I wasn’t in a position that allowed me to see his face, or anything but his butthole and the hair around it for that matter, but I was sure he was smiling the whole time as he walked.

“Go get the water ready, ass-licker,” Garrett demanded, violently grabbing my neck.

I had my face pulled out of his butt to find that we were in his four-piece bathroom.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

It only made it more degrading to know that he had only made me give him a tongue bath and because he was about to shower, and he valued his own sweat and dirt way too much to let them go to waste.

Over the next ten minutes, he made me soap, scrub, and rinse every inch of his naked body with my bare hands, leaving my maid uniform to get drenched under the shower. I made sure to get into his armpits, crotch, buttcrack, and even between his toes, forced to feel every muscle on my fingertips, and acknowledge his physical superiority over me.

Garrett hadn’t lost his hard-on ever since the moment my tongue touched his asshole earlier, and there was only one way to get rid of it. While I was washing his thighs, he backed me into the corner so that his feet were on either side of my hips, and shoved his stiff cock between my lips.

For a prolonged period of time, he enjoyed fucking my face without any mercy, with so little space between his crotch and the bathroom walls that I couldn’t move my skull in any direction to escape his iron-hard prick poking every corner of my mouth and throat, while I helplessly choked and whimpered.

At some point, I was so desperate for air that I felt the need to put my small, weak hands on his hips and feebly try to push him away, at which he exploded into cold-blooded laughter. He ended up shooting a hefty load at the heart of my mouth, which gave me a proper taste of his creamy essence before I had to swallow it.

When I had done a thorough job of cleaning his body, he closed the tap, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and dragged me out of the shower cell.

“Towel,” was all Garrett had to say.

I picked up a large towel I had previously placed in the bathroom…

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

…starting with his hair, then his upper body, down to his feet, paying extra attention to his privates.

“I’ve got to drain the main vein,” Garrett mentioned, walking towards the toilet.

I knew what was expected of me. Face sandwiched between his butt muscles, fingers around his member, pointing it at what I assumed would be the ideal position not to wet the seat.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

Even after the extensive cleaning I had given his butthole – first with my tongue then soaping it and scrubbing it with my own hands – it still had a faint musk to it. Then again, it was a big, hairy, hard-at-work man’s ass. That was as fresh as it could be.

“Sir, I think I can still do a better job cleaning your hole, Sir,” I hinted, since I was going to put my face back there sooner or later.

“Why don’t you give it a lick?”

With that, I touched Garrett’s asshole with my tongue, lapped it, and eventually stuck the tip inside. Along with the hostile sound of his sturdy piss stream splashing against the toilet water, his butthole gaped open with a massive fart that was silent at first, then became more audible as he grabbed my head and pushed my tongue inside.

“Is that better, brown-noser?”

Tasting his fart was definitely not as brutal as having to take it up my nose, but the flavor was still intense enough to make me nauseous. He let out a taunting sigh of relief as he continued taking a piss.

I couldn’t help but clench my teeth in disgust. It was a reminder that even freshly showered, he could always find a way to abuse my sense of smell. If he wanted to blast each one of his farts right up my nostrils, he could, and totally would.

While I tilted the tip of his cock back just before the last drop, he instructed, “Whenever you have the chance, you must thank me for my fart by kissing my nuts. Got it, asswipe?”.

“Sir, thank you for farting in my mouth, Sir,” I said intermittently between the kisses I was giving his full, round balls. “Sir, please feel free to do that to me whenever you feel like it, Sir.”

There I was, kissing a man’s nuts and verbally thanking him for farting down my throat, just after I had served as his shower and bathroom helper. I felt ridiculous for every word I was saying.

“Good job, cocksucker. This time, you managed to get all my piss in the toilet. As a reward, you get to take a swig.”

I wasn’t dumb enough to think this was in any way optional.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

In obedience, I pulled Escort Ankara my face out of Garrett’s ass and lowered my head down the toilet. Even saturated in water, I could taste the sourness of his urine.

“Get yourself cleaned up, pussyboy, and do it quickly. I expect to be chugging on a cold beer soon, and I expect you to be chugging on my wood too,” he said, watching me flush his piss.

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

Within ten minutes, I finished showering, changed into a new maid uniform, brought a huge beer can from the fridge, popped it open, and set it on the coffee table in the living room, where Garrett was relaxing and using his phone. I knelt, picked up his soft organ between my lips, while he completely ignored me.

“Hold it there for a minute.”

I froze right where I was, kneeling, with my mouth only serving as a moist shield for Garrett’s fat knob, but that didn’t stop it from growing inside my skull.

“Tickle my nipples.”

Using the same technique that Garrett had used to please himself the evening before, I reached up to his chest and started to rub the ends of my index fingers from the dorsal side on his fully soft nipples.

“Good boy.”

His panting became heavier with each passing second, as the nipple message he was receiving was only making him more eager to attack my throat. Less than a minute in, he couldn’t take it any longer.

“Go ahead. Work that pussymouth. Take care of my dick.”

Since Garrett never told me to stop stroking his nipples, I had to be as focused on keeping them aroused as I was on my worship of his cock. My job was to maximize his delight, and that’s exactly what I did.

The look of satisfaction and relief that appeared on his face, biting his lips and squeezing his eyes shut, let me know that I was doing a job to be proud of. Garrett must’ve been in pure bliss because within minutes, he was ready to empty his balls down my throat…

*WHACK*

…but first, he was going to have some fun his own way.

I found myself on the floor at his feet, with a burning sting on my left cheek. What had just happened?

“Did I tell you to stop, cocksucker?”

I pulled myself up, wrapped my mouth back on his hard tool, and put my index fingers back on his nipples.

He passed his chunky fingers through my hair and impaled my throat until my nose was digging a hole in his pubes, and it was obvious from his breathless moans that he was close to cumming.

A few more seconds of deep-throating would’ve made him ejaculate down my throat, but instead, his left hand assaulted my right cheek with another heavy blow that landed me back on the ground. That’s when I realized that he was using me to edge himself.

While trying to resume my position, I heard a hawking sound, and I knew what was expected from me. I opened my mouth, and caught Garrett’s mucus-loaded spit on my tongue, right before taking his cock back in.

Right before his third ruined orgasm, I received a huge strike that abruptly caused my head to hit the floor. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, and he went back to laughing his ass off.

“Suck my balls.”

Through the pain in my neck and the burn-like aches on my face, I was able to collect myself and French-kiss Garrett’s beefy nutsack, then take it in one testicle at a time until the whole thing was in my mouth.

I could feel the hair of his balls and crotch everywhere, at the back of my mouth, between my teeth, inside my nostrils.

As I would later realize, this wasn’t going to end anytime soon. He was enjoying it too much, and cumming in my mouth was not the point anymore. He let my torture continue for much longer than I thought he could resist to flood my throat with his semen.

He spent the next half-hour or so using my lips, tongue, throat, and hands to indulge himself to the point of cumming, then cutting off his own orgasm by pitilessly launching my skull a couple of feet to the side.

The living room was filled with my sounds of retching and sniffling, while Garrett groaned at the top of his lungs throughout every second of my oral service, and insensitively cackled at my predicament.

Whenever I was nursing on his cock, Garrett liked to decorate my face with yet another fresh loogie. By the end of the session, my eyes, my forehead, my cheeks, and the bridge of my nose were covered with his spit.

At one point, I was too exhausted to get back up, and that’s when Garrett decided it was time to give it a rest. He straddled my face so that his knees were on either side of my head and he was facing my lower body, and thrusted his solid rod down my throat, while I caressed his nipples. It slid right in, ruining any attempt I was making at catching my breath.

Ruthless, non-stop throat-fucking went on for just under a minute, accompanied with more helpless gagging from my side, which only added to his enjoyment. He orgasmed with six fire-sure loads so deep down that I didn’t get a chance to taste any of them before it would go straight to my stomach.

Thank you for reading chapter two. Any feedback will be appreciated.

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