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Dear Readers, I definitely suggest reading the other installments before this or I’ll look like a crazy person 😉 Hope you all enjoy, and please send feedback/comments/constructive criticism, adds more fuel to writing the story and I enjoy it! And thanks to my speedy editor Azure_skies!

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From Irri’s Eyes:

Bee knew better than to try and talk to me as we walked to the car. How great is it to be mad at someone when they know you really well? It’s not. It’s not great at all. They know exactly how to handle you, so all you can do is to stew in frustration. You can be sure that I wasn’t going to bring it up first! That was her job. Yet, she knew that I would be too angry to have a real conversation right now. Instead, we were sitting in silence. See? She’s already less petty than me. She was open and genuine when talking to me at the club, while I can’t even say a word to her right now. The only thing I was capable of asking was, “Are you okay to drive?”

She responded back with a tight smile and a nod.

As we sat in the car, she made no efforts to get me to talk. This gave me time to lament. A lot of time. Even though I had decided, after what happened, that anything romantic or physical between us was the wrong direction, it didn’t change the events of the evening. She tried to kiss me while on a date with someone else! And she didn’t tell me she was on a date when I asked why she was there. I know she’s of the spontaneous stock, but it’s common sense not to do that to people. Especially your best friend. Your best friend deserves to know this kind of shit, not to mention, a whole freaking date to herself! I mean, if things were headed in that direction. And we weren’t. Like I said, there will be nothing romantic or sexual between us. Before you ask, no she does not get a part in this decision. As this night goes to show, she doesn’t always make the best moral decisions.

Bee pulled up to a fast food drive-through and ordered some of our favorite drunchie food without asking. She also paid for the whole cost without a word to me. The nerve of that suck up! She was trying to bribe me with curly fries. Well, it wasn’t working: not one bit! I begrudgingly ate some of the fries and handed her some while she drove. I do have to admit, fries are my ultimate sobering food. It’s the starch and the fact that you eat them one by one. It steadies you.

I tried to ignore the smug smile that flitted across her face as she saw me eating the fries. The gall of her! This was earning her no points.

Also, it’s not helpful to have a gorgeous best friend. Who signed me up for this? The window was open and Bee’s stray hairs fell over her neck in a way that made me want to sweep them away and then kiss her neck. Kiss it? No, no, AND no. Bad girl, I chastised myself.

This whole damn night was full of frustration: sexuality frustration, sexual frustration, annoying-little-red-heads-who-interrupt-and-weren’t-even-that-pretty frustration. Damn it, I am not jealous. I blame everything on Bee.

Sitting in the car on the way to my house, the cool wind rushed through the car, and the hum of the radio seemed to crackle with my mood. When we finally arrived, instinct told me to invite her in but everything else said fuck no. Yes it was because I was angry with her, but it also didn’t seem smart to invite her when I had a big bed to add as an additional elephant to the room: like we needed anymore! But it was late, and usually she would spend the night. Whatever, I have no obligation to invite her in! Things had changed in a matter of a few hours between us, but it could get back to normal if I just handled it in the right way.

*****

From Bee’s Eyes:

I know she wouldn’t want to invite me in as per usual. And I understood it… I fucked up. I was on a date with someone else and then I tried to… Well, I tried to kiss my best friend. My platonic best friend. I couldn’t help it though, in that moment. Everything in me, my whole body was pushing me to do it. And besides, throw in some drinks and that’s what you get. My deepest darkest desires? Who the fuck knows?

And worse off, I had been on a date and purposefully not told her. How could I help it though? When I had stood in front of Irri, everything faded away. All I saw was the pout on her lips, at being caught in a lie, the way her chest moved when she took a breath… She was everything, and everything else just drew a blank.

The blabber mouth date with the worst timing included.

I admit it: it was a sneaky move to text Amir before Irri had a chance to leave with him. And, I let Dana talk her ear off to accomplish it which was probably even worse. But, it was also the smartest thing to do given the fact that she was ready to run away from me. It had never been like that before, sure we had gotten casino siteleri into a few big arguments, but we usually battled it out till we were exhausted and had to say sorry.

We needed this chance to talk, and I had just done what was necessary to make that happen.

Irri got out of the car without a word. I quickly shut off my car and followed her to make sure that she wasn’t running away from me again.

She speed walked to her door, and I took large strides right behind her. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, I was gifted with the view of her ass and hips as she walked. I had to suck in a breath just to steady myself. Did her hips always have that sway? The way she walked exuded sex… Woah, from a kiss to sex? I’m way too ahead of myself.

We reached her porch, and Irri in her rush, dropped her keys. My jaw also instinctively dropped when she went to pick up her keys. The fabric of her skirt tightened around her ass. My hands tingled with the thought of reaching out and grabbing her hips… Even stepping up behind her and feeling her against me. I shivered. This was not good. Usually I had more willpower than this; I needed to stop thinking dirty enough to have a real conversation.

By this time, Irri had turned around and was looking at me with a wry expression, “I knew it; this skirt does make my ass look too big.”

I dry coughed and hung my head, avoiding her eyes but unable to avoid giving myself away, “It’s not that…” I murmured.

Her skin flushed as she realized what I meant. My eyes met hers again and I watched her trying to compose herself.

“Irri,” I said quietly.

Instantly, she tried to cut me off, “I think we should just talk tomorrow, it’s been a long night and…”

I took a step forward while she pressed her back to her door.

“Let me at least say something Irri,” I raised my voice a little. I didn’t move closer to her as much as I wanted to. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself if we were touching. This was too much like the situation at the club. First I had to corner her to get some answers out and now I had to corner her to apologize and figure this shit out.

She raised her chin to me defiantly,” You had all of the car ride to say something and you didn’t! Better yet, you could have just told me while we were at the club Bee!”

I had to choke down a laugh, “If I had brought this up in the car, you wouldn’t have listened and you know it! You were way too angry!”

She just glared at me, “And whose fault is that?”

I sighed, this bitch. She was trying to “logic” me into a corner. We weren’t even getting to the real issue. She was just trying to frustrate the hell out of me so she could escape into her house. Too damn bad for her that I know her better than that!

“Irri, you can try all you want to make this about that, but I’m going to get out what I need to say,” I took a quick breath before she could interrupt me. “I should have told you that I was on a date, and I shouldn’t have tried to… tried to do anything with you while I was on said date. You of all people don’t deserve that! But in that moment, and this is no excuse, but I wasn’t thinking clearly…” I hung my head. I was at a loss of words. How do you explain to your best friend that they were driving you crazy? That in that moment, the only thing you had wanted in the damn world was to kiss them. To kiss Irri hard and possessively in a way that wasn’t friend-like at all. To make her forget that she had kissed someone else that night.

I lifted my eyes and saw Irri chewing on her lip nervously. Her hands were clenched into fists and she stood in a resolute stance.

She started out quietly in a way that made me ache, “Maybe it was a good thing that it didn’t happen.”

I don’t think I could hide the expression on my face when she said that. Her eyes were dark and solemn, maybe it was my imagination, but they looked sad.

I stuttered out, completely caught off guard, “You can’t mean that.”

Irri shrugged and drew her eyes away from mine, “Can’t I? I mean two best friends?” She smiled bitterly, “We all know how the story goes Bee. It doesn’t end well for either. We don’t even know what this is between us, and for me, it’s not worth the risk of our friendship.”

I was again at a loss of what to say. It sounded like she was talking herself into this and trying to do the same to me. But everything she was saying gave her more confidence. She wasn’t pressed back against the door now, she inched closer to me. Her smooth and soft hand reached for my cheek and I let her cup it.

The light feathery feeling of her fingers made my skin tingle at the same time that I was aching inside. What a fucking paradox.

I looked her straight in the eyes, “So what then? We just pretend that there’s nothing between slot oyna us?”

Her fingers stroked down my cheek and I resisted the urge to press into her touch, “Whether it’s just a physical attraction or something more… It’s not a good idea. Besides, nothing is permanent, right?” She offered up a weak smile, “Before we know it, you’ll have hooked your next girl and I’ll probably be an out bi-sexual.”

I steeled my voice, “That’s really what you want? To pretend that we’re just two best friends with a platonic relationship until we find other people in the mean time? How well did that work out for Alice and Dana?” My mind had jumped to the L Word. Irri had watched that with me during our third year of college, maybe now it made even more sense that she had enjoyed it so much.

Irri grinned at the reference, though her eyes looked remorseful. Her hand dropped from my cheek to my shoulder, “Well, we’re acknowledging that there’s something here, whether it’s temporary or not, and choosing not to act on it. And I’d say we have a bit more will power than a couple of crazy sex fiends.”

It felt like my temperature raised a couple of degrees when Irri referenced us and sex together. I had to push back the dirty thoughts to the dark recesses of my mind. In the meantime, me being hurt wasn’t getting any results. Irri was even more confident because she was in the role of supportive best friend. She was used to that role with me and wasn’t showing herself to be as off kilter as I knew she MUST be feeling.

So with that, I went with a different strategy to put her in a place that she wasn’t used to.

I moved my body closer to hers now. Our bodies were millimeters apart and I could feel the heat radiating off of her skin. She looked up at me with an eyebrow raised. While she knew that I was up to something, who’s to say she would stop me? And who’s to say that she would WANT to stop me?

I tipped my head down so that our faces were closer together. I could see the faint tint of pink across her golden brown complexion at this angle. It was intoxicating to even be playing with her like this. My voice was husky when I whispered, “If that’s really what you want, I’ll go with it. For YOU. But if we’re deciding this right now, tomorrow’s the clean slate. I want what you promised me earlier this night.” Her eyes flashed up at me and a slow spreading grin seeped through my face.

*****

From Irri’s Eyes:

I had done it. I had put a stop to whatever was happening between as much as I wanted to indulge in more with her.

But now here she was with me, showing a side that I knew was there but personally never had any experience with. She was using her honeyed voice and height to try and persuade me, but I couldn’t show her that it was working.

So, I tried for humor. “I didn’t promise you anything lady!” I looked up her indignantly, with a smile plastered on my face, “You didn’t even buy me dinner, Dana should be the one who owes you something!”

It wasn’t working.

Bee’s arm slowly snaked around me. She wrapped it around my waist and now our bodies were pressed up against each other as we faced each other. I wanted to let out a gasp of air at the feeling. As opposed to when we were cuddling in bed, this had an air of raw desire. This wasn’t a PG friends touch. It felt sinfully good. Her body was so soft against mine; it seemed to fit perfectly alongside my curves. The heat of her skin almost caused me to break out in a cold sweat. My heart was pounding.

Out on the street, it was dark save a few street lamps. And there I was, on my porch, pressed up against my best friend. It felt like we were the only ones in the world. I tried to will myself to not get turned on. Despite it all, my nipples hardened when I felt her skin against mine, and a delicious throb seemed to possess my body. It’s as if I was a rock under the sun, and she was creating heat from the outside that worked all the way to my insides.

The strands of hair framed her face perfectly, and my porch light created almost a halo effect. It was wrong because she looked anything but angelic. Her cheekbones made me just want to lean in and kiss each one of them, and then press my face into her long neck and stay there for a long long time.

I didn’t know what to do with myself… or her; I had never seen her like this before. She had never talked to me like this before and it was driving me crazy.

Bee’s words were silky and heated, “That’s not going to work with me Irri. You promised me something earlier when you said my name and pulled my head to yours… When you licked your lips and looked at my lips.” I could feel her hot breath against my own lips now, and all I could imagine was the feeling of them against mine. It was like I couldn’t catch my breath. My chest rose and fell shallowly as canlı casino siteleri Bee’s eyes bore into mine, “I’m not asking you for anything else. Are you going to give me at least that much before we start pretending?”

Bee’s eyes now drifted to my lips, the only way I could respond was with a visceral shiver. Despite my best efforts to resist, I pushed my body against hers. I loved feeling her skin against mine. Her voice had lowered to a pitch that I hadn’t heard before. It was unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. Dangerous but comfortable.

Then, she really drove me crazy.

She tipped her head sideways, broke the distance between us, and flicked her tongue over my bottom lip. It was this hint of warmth and wetness for just a second that made me come undone. I let out a mewl in response.

It was like tipping over a row of dominoes.

Bee shoved me against the door at the same my fingers tangled in her hair, nails against her scalp as I pulled her face to mine. Our lips crushed each other and we kissed hungrily.

I could feel it throughout my body, through my fucking bones.

Bee’s lips were as silky as her words. The sharpness of her teeth as she nipped my lip was possessive. Her tongue teased mine as it slipped into my mouth, and the only thing I could do was tug at her hair and pull her closer… meeting her with full force back.

I was flat against the cold wood of my door and she pinned herself against me. My body writhed and pushed itself onto her: it was almost too much to handle.

When Bee moaned into my mouth, I could feel it all the way down to my pussy. I was fucking soaked from her touch, the feel of her body against mine, and the sound of her moans. Man, woman, it didn’t matter… It was just her and me. And she invaded my bloodstream like nothing else before.

*****

I wouldn’t stop kissing her willingly. I never wanted it to end. The only thing that stopped us was the pesky need to breathe. When we finally broke the head fuck embrace, I was panting into Irri’s neck. My face pressed against it and I just breathed her scent in. There were two things running through my head.

1. She had to see that this was worth exploring, whatever it was. Even if it was just temporary.

2. Who has she been kissing? She’s fucking mind-blowing…

Irri’s forehead was resting on my shoulder as I nuzzled her neck. Our bodies were still tightly pressed against one another. Hers felt delicious under mine, those curves, God, those curves. I didn’t want to let her go.

I didn’t want to ask her the next question, but she’s my best friend and I need to respect her boundaries. I would show her that I could be mature about this. Slowly, I moved my head so that we were face to face and smiled wryly, “You sure about what you said before?”

Irri’s cheeks were flushed. Her lips were darker and swollen from my kisses (instead of that bitch at the club) and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of happiness at that. I could only imagine what she looked like the morning after. I bet it was fucking radiant.

Her eyes were so rich, full of a current of thoughts and worries that I wanted to brush away. When Irri spoke, her voice was a bit rusty, “Even more sure… That was really really dangerous Bee…”

I tried to lighten the mood, “Well I do like living on the edge,” I smiled wiggling my eyebrows. I then tried to talk to her more seriously, “We can do what you said Irri, I’ll respect it. You know I would do anything for you and our friendship… But it’s going to be hard if not impossible to pretend that whatever this is, doesn’t exist. Especially after that kiss you stud, you.”

Irri exhaled a quiet breath and a smile pulled at her lips, “You’re the stud after that kiss! And I know. I know it’s going to be hard, but I think we can do it. Who’s to say it won’t fade anyway?”

I nodded, trying to make light of the disappointment I felt. “Is it against the rules if I flirt with you?”

She smiled tightly, “Totally against the rules you dork.”

I mock sighed and then tipped my head to kiss her cheek softly. It was a light touch, because I knew I was going to have to watch myself now, or at least try to. I exhaled a breath, “Well, you better get inside then before I ravish you.”

Irri shivered for a second at the jest and I smiled to myself… Maybe a little flirting might go a long way. I don’t know if I could pretend as well as she could. Lawyers in training could be good enough liars, but if this thing is something we couldn’t fight, why waste all of our energy on that? I’ll put a little towards flirting.

She then put her hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me off of her, letting out another deep breath, “You sure you don’t want to come in Bee?” She added a warning tone, “JUST to sleep?”

I full out grinned, this could be fun. “I’m sure oh grumpy one! I’ll see you soon?”

She smiled sweetly, “Yes asshole, you will.”

That’s my girl.

I mean my best friend: that’s my best friend…

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This is the continuation of ‘The Artist and her young lover’ and it will make little sense unless you have read the first part.

To Recap: Milly’s wife, a police officer, was killed and her friend’s daughter, Fiona, provided comfort through Milly’s grief. The following year Fiona decides to study at university, near to Milly’s home and spends a lot of time there before discovering their love for one another, despite their age difference. They have told Fiona’s family how they feel and spent an enforced few weeks apart before having their first vacation together in Barbados.

There is no tragedy in this story, but more sex, particularly at the beginning. There is also some mild bondage, all sexual activity is consensual. All the people involved are fictitious and are over 18.

Thank you for your comments on my previous work, I appreciate and welcome them.

Big decision

I could have stayed in Barbados for longer and been very happy, but Fiona had to return to University and now we were home and together.

Since getting back I’d resumed looking after and caring for Fiona and it delighted me. I’d also been highly motivated, turned out lots of sketches and taken on some private portrait commissions; some were very personal portraits that paid very well.

I’d been at the gallery handing over a new batch of sketches and as I was walking back to my car I had to stop on the footpath to allow a woman with a pushchair to pass by. By chance, I looked into a jewellers shop window and I saw it; a platinum engagement ring, with a rectangular diamond and a smaller diamond on each side. That was what I wanted, I hadn’t known it until that moment, but I knew it now. I went inside. The jeweller told me that it was an engagement ring and I told him that it was for my partner, he looked at me oddly. ‘What no lesbians ever got engaged in this part of the world?’ I asked myself.

I raced back home, grabbed the ring of Fiona’s that I was looking for and dashed back. “It’s very close to the right size and should be fine, but we can change it in 48 hours if needed.”

I looked at him, “24 hours?” He nodded. “I’ll take it. Cash, cheque, credit card, bank transfer what do you want?” I fixed that and hurried back home again.

When Fiona came in and saw me she was a bit shocked. I’d dressed up; make-up, hair up, a dress – a short dress with plenty of leg, heels, the works. The table was laid, including candles and I served up steaks and glasses of red wine. When we finished eating I cleared the plates and sat down again.

Now, my darling Fiona is not a stupid girl, she knew something was afoot and I’m sure that expected for us to be destined for the bedroom. She was correct, but not as soon as she thought.

“I need to speak to you, but there’s a rule. If you use any words at all between now and when I tell you that you can speak again, I stop and we may try this again tomorrow, we may not.” She was about to speak and I raised my hand, “Nod for yes and shake for no, okay?” She nodded.

I was smiling now, “You once asked me a question and I imposed some rules. It was about waiting until you’d graduated and if we felt the same way we could think about making this relationship permanent. Do you remember? No words!” She nodded again.

“Same rules, same conditions still apply. If you asked me that question again right now I might say yes, but you can’t speak so you can’t ask, understand?” She was smiling and nodded, “So if you could speak, would you ask it right now?” Again she nodded.

“Damn, it’s a shame that you can’t speak. So I need to take matters into my own hands.” I produced the box and slid it across the table, but with my hand over it. “Fiona, will you agree to marry me and become my fiancée?”

She nodded again and I removed my hand. She looked at me and I could see the smile in her eyes and the corner of her mouth turned up, her face was pink and her foot was tapping at some speed. She never took her eyes off of mine as she opened the box, her fingers touched the ring, she glanced down, then up at me and back down again. The smile spread across her face.

“Now you can speak.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I love you!” She whooped, then there was another whoop, she froze and looked around. She looked puzzled and asked, “What was that?” I slid my napkin aside; she saw my phone and then her sister shouted.

“Yahoo! Congratulations.”

I picked up the phone and said, “Thank you, Jane, she’ll call you shortly, but I need to kiss her just now.”

We met and kissed. Then she stepped back and sat down looking at the ring and slid it on. It didn’t need to be adjusted and looked perfect on her finger. She looked up at me and asked a question with just her eyes.

I tried to answer the unasked question, “I saw the ring today and knew that I wanted to do this. I don’t want to get married right now, that would be too stupid, but I intend to uphold my end of this. I want you to be my fiancée; I want to illegal bahis be engaged to you and for you to wear a ring that I gave to you.”

“Yes, I’m very happy now, I wanted to give you a ring. What was that with Jane?”

“I know that you wanted to give me a ring and you can, there’s no rush. As for Jane, well you two confide everything in each other and I thought that if she was going to be my sister as well, I could confide in her. I called her earlier, told her what I’d planned and allowed her to listen in. I, we, owe her a lot. Now kiss me again and then there’s another call that we need to make.”

Fiona called her sister and I went to the fridge to get the champagne and two glasses. There seemed to be a great deal of laughter and joy. Fiona handed me the phone.

“Hi Sis, congratulations, it worked well.”

“Thanks, Jane, Sis, it did and she looks really happy and so am I. It’s a bit crazy. Thanks for all of your support and everything that you’ve done, I love you too.”

“And I love you, Milly. Good luck to you, you’re going to need it with her. Have you called them yet?”

“That’s next.”

Fiona and I sat together and we pressed the buttons.

Jess answered, “Hello Milly you okay? Fiona okay?” She sounded worried.

We both said “Hi.” I asked if Victoria was around.

“She’s right here. Is everything okay?”

“Put the speaker on please.”

“Milly, I’m getting worried, what is it?”

“A few months ago your daughter asked me to marry her, I told her not to be stupid but that if we were together when she finished Uni we could talk about it.”

“Oh Lord, you haven’t?”

“No, but something didn’t seem right to me. I’ve just proposed and Fiona has agreed to become my fiancée. Right now she’s sending you a photo of her wearing a ring. We’re not going to actually do the deed for a while yet. We’re both very happy and I guess that you’re both in shock so I’ll hand the phone to Fiona.”

“Milly, Milly, before you take this off the speaker, let me speak to you.” It was Victoria and I did as she asked.

“This should be a surprise, but somehow it isn’t. Congratulations, I wish you well, but Jess may take this a little harder, actually, no, she seems to be taking it well, she’s just opened champagne.”

I handed the phone over to Fiona who was speaking for a while. All the time she was grinning at me and then looking at her ring. Then she started to slide her panties down and as she did so she stared at me, daring me. I slid onto the floor and licked her. How she managed to speak, I’ll never know. She ended the call and let out a stream of profanities as she came. I leaned back and grinned.

Several times in my life I’d thought that the sex that I’d had was the best that I’d ever experienced. But the truth is it had never been as good as it was with Fiona. I thought that the love that I’d been fortunate to experience was so good, but with Fiona, it was better. I was more than twice her age, but I didn’t feel it. My heart was bursting all of the time and when I see her it flutters. I hoped that this would last for a while yet.

Fiona grabbed my hand and hauled me to the bedroom where we made love for two hours and never spoke a word; they were superfluous to the actions, the touches and the feelings.

Playtime

A couple of weeks later one Thursday evening Fiona casually asked if we could have a playtime the following evening. I understood from the look she gave me what ‘playtime’ meant. “I’ll be ready when you get home.”

“No, let’s have dinner first and make a date for nine.”

Damn, that would mean a fairly quick session, but better that than nothing.

I cooked a nice meal and served it with a glass of wine. Then we sat and cuddled for a while.

“It’s time for some fun.” Fiona took my hand and led me through to the bedroom. “Don’t do a thing,” she said as she slowly removed my clothes kissing me softly as she did so. “Loo?” she asked. I went and returned. The straps were out, my knees felt weak.

She pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed and fastened the straps around my thighs, then pulled my ankles up to join them and my wrists were added. This left my legs wide apart exposing me and I was unable to do anything. I’d experienced this before and had put those straps on myself. I felt deep down that I shouldn’t enjoy this, but I was wound up tight and so excited. She blindfolded me with a scarf and pushed me so that I was lying in the middle of the bed. I felt her breath next to my face.

“Remember how you told me not to speak the night that you proposed? Well, I want you not to speak, unless I hurt you or you need to stop. Say ‘Red’ if you need to stop and I will, but try not to.” I nodded and now I was nervous, but intrigued. What did she have planned?

Nothing, there was nothing for several minutes. Then I felt her touch my nipple and I jumped, then I jumped again as the clamp went on it. I squealed, then squealed illegal bahis siteleri again as she attached the other one. I hated these damn things but wished that we used them more often. What a contradiction!

The pain was incredible and I couldn’t focus until she slid my friend inside me. Within seconds the vibrations had me humming. I was so turned on, I loved her doing this me and the pain from the nipple clamps became something else, I don’t know what it was, but I liked it.

Fiona rubbed my backside and slid a finger into me and I flinched, she whispered into my ear and promised not to hurt me. I was confident of that and then I felt her pushing, it was something else, stiff and cold, it filled me as the pressure mounted until it went inside and my ass closed around it. Oh wow, that was different, strange and uncomfortable. Fiona massaged my stomach, my back and stroked me and the discomfort subsided and I felt good, alive, expectant, aroused. I needed to come. She knew it and touched my clit; I fought against the bonds as I came. I screamed and eventually relaxed. It was all still there, the pressure on the nipples, the gentle vibrations, the feeling of fullness, and her touch. I was restricted and sliding gently off to another world until she kissed my clit, I was fighting again and then nothing. I blacked out for a moment; she removed the blindfold and looked at me with love, affection and lust.

“Want to stop?” I shook my head, “Take the nipple clamps off?” I looked at her with horror, taking them off would hurt worse, I shook my head. “Turn my namesake off?” I shook my head violently. “Remove the butt plug?” I blushed and shook my head again. “Should I release you?” I shook my head again.

“I could keep you like this for a while. Would you like that?” I was blushing even more now. My young lover wanted to keep me tied up and tease me. That was so wrong, but I nodded and silently mouthed ‘please, anything.’

She covered my eyes again and pulled off a nipple clamp. I screamed with the pain thinking ‘put it back’, and she moved the other one. I screamed again louder and I came. ‘How is that possible?’ I silently asked, but no one answered.

Nothing, nothing at all, she’d gone. Then blinding cold on my nipples, ice cubes! Shit, I wish that I’d never done that to her. She removed them; oh shit, I wanted them back.

Fiona took my vibrator lover away, ‘Oh, please no, leave it there, please.’ But I still didn’t speak. Then I felt something else at my lips, a vibrator, a thicker one, what heaven and then she turned it on. ‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!’ Then it stopped, then it started again and I soon realised that it was set to stop and start randomly.

I felt her touch my backside and the end of the thing in my ass. I felt a slight pressure and it moved by itself, it vibrated as well and, as I was to discover, it was also set to turn on and off randomly. She reattached the nipple clamps, but this time she must have adjusted the pressure, they were tight enough not to fall off, but not cause much discomfort, even so, there was no doubt about their presence.

I felt Fiona stroke my arm and the desire to touch her overwhelmed me, then one of the vibrators started, then the other one, the two of them at the same time sent me over the edge, and then again. One stopped the other kept going, then nothing, then one, then the other, then both, then nothing. I was losing my mind.

Fiona had a feather and she used it on every part of my body. I screamed and screamed, but I was determined not to speak. She also kissed me, licked me, bit me, rubbed me, stroked me, breathed on me and used her namesake. All the time the two vibrating devices turned on and off.

I drifted further off into another world and the passage of time meant nothing. I knew that Fiona was there, but that was all. I didn’t really come as individual events, but I was high and experiencing continuous pleasure and torment as one.

I didn’t realise that things had stopped when they did. The knowledge grew on me over time as Fiona removed the nipple clamps whilst keeping the pressure with her fingers and releasing it a little at a time so that there was no jolt of pain. She removed the vibrator and the scarf. She started to remove the cuffs but I told her not too. She cuddled in behind me holding me.

She woke me gently and whispered, “Milly, I need to remove the cuffs now.”

“No please leave them I can keep them on for longer, it’s not been long!”

“My darling Milly, you’ve had them on for almost twelve hours. I’m taking them off and I need to get you to the loo.”

She was clearly talking rubbish, twelve hours; it hadn’t been that long. She released each leg, one at a time, massaging them for some time to prevent cramp and pain. It allowed me to stand, well get upright; she had to half carry me. Removing the thing from my ass was not easy and when it was gone I felt empty. She let me use the toilet, then washed me down with a warm cloth and gently towelled canlı bahis siteleri me dry. She helped me back to bed and tucked me in. I’d started to nod off when she returned with sweet tea and hot buttered toast. She fed me and held the mug for me to drink. When I was done she kissed me, told me that she loved me and tucked me in.

She woke me again and took me through to the bathroom and helped me into a bath of warm scented water. She gave me some wine and stayed with me, but said nothing; I was still in a daze. She dried me, fed me soup and sandwiches and took me back to bed.

It was daylight when I woke and I went to find Fiona. She was making coffee and handed me a mug. “What time is it?”

“It’s ten o’clock Sunday,” she smiled, “Are you okay?”

I was puzzled. “Yes I think so, but how can it be Sunday?”

“You slept through Saturday.”

“Don’t be stupid of course I didn’t. We fooled around on Friday and you let me up and helped me to the loo. I remember that.”

“Sit down Milly. Did you enjoy what we did?”

“Oh god yes it was … something, something else. But I thought you were going to tease me for a while.”

“I teased you until five in the morning and when I tried to release the cuffs you stopped me. I cuddled you for another four hours until I decided that I was undoing the cuffs. I was scared that I’d hurt you. I fed you and you slept, last night I fed you and put you back to bed again. I wiped you out, exhausted you, I went too far, I’m sorry.”

I stared at her, tried to absorb all that she’d said and searched my brain. Things started to come back to me. “I know that I liked it, I drift off into …, somewhere, space maybe? It was astonishing. You cared for me and looked after me, thank you.”

She looked stunned, “You’re okay with it?”

“Did I ask you to stop?”

“No, you tried to stay in the cuffs. Do you mean to tell me that you’d want to do it again?”

I blushed; admitting that I liked it was almost embarrassing. “Yes I would, not this week, I’ve lost a day. At some future point, not too far off. Some of it was painful, some of it was torture, but I loved it. I could never do it with anyone else, but with you, I put my life in your hands and know that you love me.”

“Wow, I thought that I’d gone too far.”

“No my darling you’ve no idea how it felt. Was I really in those cuffs for twelve hours?”

“Almost.”

“Did I ask you to stop?”

“No you never said a word, but you screamed a lot, I like to be able to make you scream with pleasure.”

“I could have asked you to stop, but I didn’t want to. I wonder how long I could stay like that?”

“Would you want to find out?”

“Would you want to experiment with me? If you would, I’d like to try.”

Fiona laughed, relieved and kissed me, “I’d like to try and you’re incredible. Have you checked your wrists? You’ve got bruises.”

I did have bruises on my wrists and ankles.

Fiona started to make breakfast and I went for a shower. I was looking in the mirror when I saw a bruise and then I looked closer, a bloody love-bite, a hickey, right there on the side of my left breast! “Fiona, in here, now!”

She rushed in thinking I was ill or something. I pointed to it, “What the fuck is this?”

She laughed, “You know what it is, and I hope who did it? It was the one time that you used actual words when you said more.”

“No way, I wouldn’t.”

“Way! You did, so I gave you another.” I spun around, but couldn’t see anything.

“Lower my love.” Damn her grin! I looked some more until she pointed to the inside of my left thigh right at the very top. Another one, bigger. I was furious, she stroked my shoulder and when I looked at her she gave me the goofy grin that made me laugh.

“You’re a pervert!” I couldn’t help but smile, “But I do love you,” I admired it, “I hate love bites, sordid, tacky, nasty.” All of that was true at least until that moment. “I’m losing my mind, I love it and when it fades I want you to replace it.”

“Who’s the pervert?”

“Me, I confess. Look at me, middle-aged, lover half my age and I find that I like being tied up and teased. I should be ashamed, but I’m not.” I paused, dare I ask?

“Fiona, you can tell me to mind my own business, but you’ve never spoken about sex with anyone else before us.”

“I would have if there was anything to tell. I’ve been felt up twice by guys, nothing else. You were my first and only. I knew that I fancied girls, but never did anything. I dreamt about it, that’s all.”

“Who did you dream …?” I didn’t get the rest of it out.

She looked slightly awkward. “You, only ever you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, quite a lot.”

“How long have you felt like you did, do?”

“Almost a year. Just after my eighteenth birthday. It was the week Jane and I were visiting when I went to check out Lancaster University. I looked at you one day bending over, I saw your skirt ride up high and saw all of your legs; you wore flesh-coloured tights and pale blue knickers. It was as if I’d jammed my fingers in a socket. It’s been you ever since. I stole your knickers the next day, the pale blue ones; I actually still have them, hidden.”

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Author’s note: Bisexual sex ahead, if that’s not your thing but you still want to know what happens next, skip to last section on Part III.

*****

Part I.

Jamie

Her body arches under mine, legs wrap around my back so I can get a better angle. I might be inexperience, but my body knows all too well what to do and I can’t restrain myself.

“That’s it, you are doing great..slow in, now all the way out…good boy.”

He grabs my hips to control the pace of my thrust, and I surrender to the warmth of his hands, the wet softness of her insides, the sinful curve of her seductive smile. A new found sensation washes over my mind, my body, and all I ever held sacred; it both rises and descends like lava from a volcano, and the only relief is to let it out. This is dangerous. I’m at my limit, but they won’t let me get away.

“I can’t…I can’t hold it anymore.”

“It’s okay,” he presses his chest on my back to get close enough to whisper in my ear, “Let it out inside, she won’t get pregnant. I’m a responsible Master after all.”

“Do it brother, I want to feel you,” she says in between heavy breaths. “I want all of you inside of me.”

How did we end up like this? My mind races over the memories of the past few days, trying to make sense of when and how I went wrong, but I can’t decide what I could have done different to prevent what’s happening now:

I’m making love to my sister, and the one teaching me how to do it is no other than my older brother.

… … …

“Kids, this is Jamie. Jamie, these are your siblings: Henry and Laurie. Henry is the oldest, he is 26. You are but a few months apart with Laurie but she is still younger than you. I hope you all get along.”

I feel as if someone hit my head with a brick, and I’m too stunt to react. For a moment I forget how to breath, and my mind struggles to process what I’m being told.

“My…my sister?”

Color drains of her face as her horror stricken eyes go from Father to me, and to Father again. No one but me seems to notice her hands trembling as she grabs the edge of the table to keep herself steady.

“His mother passed away recently,” Father adds. “He’s still a bit shocked about it, so please be patient.”

The older guy crosses the kitchen with arms wide open, and holds me tight on a warm, kind hug.

“Welcome home, little brother,” he says, patting my back. “I’m so happy I get to meet you.”

“I -“

Words choke on my throat, and my vision gets blurred with tears that won’t stop coming. My whole life I’ve been treated like vermin by my mother who blamed her illness on me, and my neighbors who despised me for being a bastard. Kindness is such a new thing to me, I don’t have an appropriate response for it. I must be vermin after all: how else can I justify falling in love with my own sister and wanting to make her my woman.

She sits at the table, pressing her hands to her temple, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. I let go of my brother, too conscious of my precarious situation to accept his tender gesture. Will she tell them the truth, that we got engage, that we kissed? Will they kick me out if they find out? That might be what I deserve, but I’m too much of a coward to bring it up.

“I think is best if we all take a seat.” Father pulls a chair out for me right in front of Laurie, and he takes the one to my right. I do as he tells me but I can’t bare to look at her face, so I keep my eyes fixed on my lap, were my fist clenched so tight on my lap the knuckles turn white. Henry seems aware of my every move, and pats me once again on my back.

“I’ll make some you some tea, little brother, that’ll help with the nerves.”

“Good call, Henry, you are such great help. I know is all to sudden, but Laurie,” his voice softens when he talks to her, as if he senses he needs to approach her with caution, “please say something.”

“You cheated on mom.” Her voice breaks with emotion, thou what type of emotion, I can’t tell. “Did she knew about it?”

“She never did. It was a one time thing.”

“Why now, after all this years?”

He shifts position on his chair, a heavy sight escapes his chest.

“His mother kept him hidden all along, I never new she had gotten pregnant with my child or I would have recognized him as my own from the start. She called my office the night before her passing to tell me the truth and when I saw him at the hospital, I had no doubt he was mine. He has no other relatives to turn to, so I offer him to come live with us.”

“You have enough money to keep him somewhere else, don’t you? Why bring him here?”

Out of every reaction, hatred was the least one I expected. It stings the remaining fragments of my broken heart to sense the recrimination on her voice. I never wanted to come here one the first place, but Father insisted.

“I won’t let a son of mine alone in the world just so you don’t get slightly inconvenience, Laurie.”

She gets to her feet, sending the chair back to crash on the floor before storming casino oyna out of the kitchen, a door slams afterwards making the whole hose vibrate. Part of me wants to run away and never come back, but I have nowhere else to go.

Henry places a cup of chamomile tea in front of me, ignoring what just happened. The steam burns my already watery eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I say breaking into deep sobs. “I shouldn’t have come here. I’m just a burden to everyone.”

“Don’t say that,” He sits on his heels to be eye level with me, messing my hair with his long fingers. “Family ought to stick together, and you are family now. I’ll happy to look after you from now on.”

“I’m relief you are so mature, Henry, you handle things so well.” Father leans back on his chair, massaging his shoulders with a painful grimace. “I wish Laurie could be like that.”

“I’m sure she’ll understand, just give her some time.”

If only that were true I could relax a bit. But learning that the person you wanted to marry is related to you by blood is not the kind of news you can brush off and move on from. To me it feels as if my whole world felt apart once again.

Father gets up his chair, running a hand thru his dark brown hair, exhaustion written all over his face.

“I’m going to need a lot of help from you Henry, he’s going back to school and could use some positive influence in his life. Use my credit card for anything he needs.”

“Please don’t worry about me.” I say, “I still have my job, I can pay for my own expenses. Is the least I can do for all the trouble I’m causing.”

“No son of mine works on menial jobs like that. Call in tomorrow to quit. You don’t have to worry about money again, that much I can guarantee.”

Henry picks my bag from the floor, and holds my hand as one would do to a small child. Indeed, tired, shocked and hurt as I am, I must look very small in his eyes.

“Let me take you to your room, you need to rest.”

Is all too good to be true. In less than 24 hours I went from rags to riches, from lonely to having a family, from destitute to blessed. I should feel happy, but is quite the opposite.

The woman I love is out of my reach forever.

… … …

I wake up in the morning, and it takes while for the notion to sink I’m not on the suffocating square room I shared with mother in the city, nor our old, wooden cabin back in town.

This apartment is bigger than any house I’ve ever been to. Open the front door, and to the right, there’s the kitchen where I first meet my siblings and got my heart broken. But if you skip the kitchen, you can walk right into the living room, which is wide enough to have three large couches fixed in around the flat screen. Pass the living room, there’s the shower to the right, the laundry room and the storage room, then hall that leads to each of the four bedrooms. Laurie’s is the first one to the left, and Henry’s is the one next door. Mine is in front of his, last to the right, and Dad’s master bedroom, the biggest one thou usually empty, is next to mine. Walls are very thin; I can hear not only the neighbors next door, but also Laurie’s deep, sorrowful sobs at night.

It’s been a week since I arrived here, but things haven’t changed much. I’ve been busy signing up to the institute where I’ll finish my high school degree, getting to know the neighborhood, and shopping for all I need. Henry was so distressed to realized I pretty much only owned the clothes I was wearing, he took me shopping and stuck my closet with all kinds of fashionable clothes. I felt I’d stepped on a fairy tale and my godmother blessed me with all I wanted.

Well, not all.

I haven’t talk to Laurie yet. I thought we could agree to forget about what happened and treat each other like normal brother and sister. But she’s been avoiding me, leaving early for school in the morning, returning late at night, usually drunk. Even Henry’s attempts to reach her resulted in nothing. Guilt consumes me day after day, and is only a matter of time before I break.

“I can’t understand what’s happening here.” He says as we both sit on the living room watching the evening news. “Is a bit of an over-reaction, if you ask me.”

I can’t have the woman I love suffer on my account, nor can I keep lying to the man that’s been nothing but kind to me. I take a deep breath, rubbing my sweaty palms on my knees. Might as well just tell the truth.

“This is all my fault,” I say after a long pause. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“It has nothing to do with you. If she’s angry at anyone, is at Dad.”

“No, this really is all my fault.” I wish there was an easy way to say this, but there simply isn’t one, so thou is hard to swallow, and thou I can’t help my voice from breaking under the weight of my emotions, I carry on with my confession. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

… … …

Part II.

He waits until I’m finish, then takes a couple of minutes to wipe off his glasses before putting them back on.

“So it was slot oyna you,” he says at last.”The guy she was crazy about.”

I let my head hang on my shoulders, ashamed of myself to look up.

“I understand if you want to hit me or kick me out, but please don’t tell Father. I don’t want to embarrass her anymore than I have.”

“I won’t do any of those things. And I don’t blame you either. There was no way you could have known.”

In hindsight, I probably should. We share the same features after all, and the only reason I felt she was so familiar to me was because I was staring at a female version of myself, if anything with a smaller, rounder nose.

“I thought it was love at first sight.”

“And it was in a way, just not the type you expected.”

“I don’t know what to do now. I can’t stand to see the woman I love being this miserable.”

He tilts his head to one side, eyeing me with suspicion.

“Are you saying your feelings haven’t change? Not even after knowing she’s your sister?”

I can’t believe I’ve said this much. Even worse, I can’t believe he is right: my feelings remain unchanged. I was prepare to bury my heart deep if she could accept me as a brother, but now I see the truth: is too late for me to think of her any other way.

“I should leave this place. I’ll leave tonight, I won’t bother you again.” I get on my feet, ready to dash thru the door that very moment, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back down to my seat.

“Calm down,” he says, rubbing the bridge of his nose where his glasses rest. “I swear you kids are nothing but trouble to me. Give me a moment to think.”

I sit there quiet, looking at the screen without paying attention for what seems an eternity, before he gives a heavy sigh, and turns to meet my face.

“What if you could do both, Jamie? What if you could love her both as a sister and a woman?”

“What?!”

“Tell me, do you like her? Do you find her desirable?”

“She’s my sister!”

“But that’s not how you thought of her before. You saw her as the attractive woman she is and even wanted to marry her. You are still a man, even if you intended to wait until marriage, you can’t deny you wanted her body as much as her heart.”

He’s right, I can’t deny it. But that doesn’t mean I can cross that line. When I look at him for a moment, he seems just as old and weary as Father, and I can’t help but to blame it on me the pain I must be causing him.

“Do you hate me for this, Henry? Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all. If anything, I’m happy you opened up to me; it shows how brave and honorable you are. I wouldn’t expect less of my little brother,” He runs one arm around my shoulders, a warm embrace that makes me feel as if I’ve been forgiven. “You don’t have to struggle anymore. Let me take care of your feelings, Jamie, and I will do my best to make you happy.”

… … …

Father left for a business trip, so it will be the three of us alone tonight. I keep pacing around the living room, biting my nails while I wait for them to join me. Henry promised tonight we would talk like adults and find a way to work things out. I hope from the bottom of my heart that’s the case.

He finally manages to drag her out of her room, pulling her by the arm like a parent to a child. She’s on her pj’s, her hair is up on a messy bum and is the first time I see her without her elaborate make up, but to me she looks as lovely as ever. The animal part of me could hug her right now, embrace her tiny waist and kiss her lips until I run out of breath.

I’m hopeless.

There’s no way I can ever change my mind about her.

They sit together on the left couch, her eyes averted from mine. Henry clears his throat to break the silence.

“It looks like we have a bit of a situation here.” He says, rubbing both her hands in his, as if to warm her up. “Both my little my brother and my little sister are in love with each other.”

“Brother!” I try to protest, but he silences me with one severe look. She’s too shock as well to react, her jaw hangs open before she can articulate any words.

“How do you-“

“He told me everything. How he meet you at the station, how you flirted with him every day, how you agreed to marry him when he proposed. He told me he loves you.”

“Is not like that.” I say, desperate to correct him. “Is not like that at all.”

“Then how exactly is it? Are you saying you don’t love her?”

“As nothing more than a brother.”

He shakes his head, still rubbing her hands.

“You can be honest now, Jamie, there’s no point in lying. Had you not find out you were siblings, you would have continue your relationship all the way thru, am I correct?”

I don’t understands were this is going. Laurie covers her face with one hand, hiding her tears from me.

“Why are you doing this?” I say, my voice no more than a defeated whisper. “I thought you wanted to help me.”

“You said you’d trust me.” He turns to her again, and looks deep in her eyes. “I’d like canlı casino siteleri to know what you are thinking.”

She burst into sobs so violent I fear she might hurt herself, then, the one thing I never expected to hear comes from her lips:

“What am I suposed to do? I love him.”

It takes a minute for the words to make sense to my stupid brain. Did I heard it right? Did she just said that? It can’t be, I don’t deserve it.

“You …love me?”

“In what way?” Henry presses on.

“As a man. As my soulmate.”

He hugs her, resting her head on his shoulder to comfort her, piercing me with his deep, dark eyes.”What do you have to say to that?”

I jump of the couch to my feet, making my mind up on the spot to run away as far as I can.

“I’ll leave this house today. You won’t hear from me again.”

“No one is leaving anywhere.” He speaks with the authority of someone who knows would be obeyed. “We don’t abandon the ones we love.”

“But-”

“Make her your wife, just like you said you would.”

A cold silence falls between us. I’m sure he’s joking. Is a bad joke. He’s doing it to punish me, for sure.

She presses a hand to his chest to gain some distance, and they look at each other in the eyes, as if they are a having a telepathic conversation I can’t be part off.

“Henry,” her voice is but quiet murmur, “will you be okay with that?”

“If that’s what you want.”

She throws her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight.

“Is what I want.”

“Then I’ll give him to you tonight.”

I must be seeing things. Yes, I must be too shocked to think, and now I’m imagining things…

It has to be my imagination that they kiss, and that he ripped her clothes off right in front of me.

… … …

Before I have any time to react, he gets up the couch and pulls me out of my seat on to the floor. He sits behind me so my back rest on his chest, and makes me lift my arms up to slide my shirt off.

“Brother, what are you doing?”

He rest his chin on my shoulder, taking his glasses off to set them safely aside.

“Only what you want me to do,” His moist breath hits the inside of my ear, and I shiver. “Give yourself to me, Jamie, and I can make you happy. But you have to say you want it.”

Laurie sits in front of us, her bare chest exposed to me. Her tiny breast perked up to meet me, the animal part of my mind can’t help but look at how her nipples stick out, begging to get sucked. They are of a soft dark shade, like brown sugar. I imagine them to be pink, but this is so much better. But is my sister’s body. It should be off limits to me.

“Please, I beg you, let’s stop.”

Henry holds me by the arms, so I can’t move. She takes advantage of my restrained position, and rubs her body on mine. I’m burning at the touch of her soft skin.

“This isn’t right,” I say, “please, lets’ not do this, Laurie…Henry…I beg you.”

“You say one thing, but your body says another,” He looks over my shoulder at the bulged forming between my legs. “Look, you are hard already.”

“That means he likes me. I’m flatter.” Her lips meet mine, a playful kiss just like the ones we shared that night at the park. I’m melting away, loosing whatever mental grip I still have. “That means you want me.”

“I want you, Laurie, you know I do,” I say, still unable to meet her eyes. “But I can’t do this to you. I can’t make you sin like this.”

“There’s no greater sin than forsaking someone you love.” Henry’s words are definite, firm. “Don’t fight it. Let yourself go, little brother. You already gave her your first kiss, now give her your first time.”

She unzips my pants, and sits on top of me, rubbing her pussy with my cock thru the fabric of my underwear. My body grows hot, and I can’t control my instincts anymore. I tilt my head forward, and allow myself to get a good look at her body. She’s so much prettier than I thought, her fair skin sprinkled with molars here and there, like a hidden constellation. I want to kiss every spot, lick every inch, go all the way.

“I don’t deserve this, she’s too beautiful for me,” the words escape me of their own. I see my own body, and I can’t feel anything but embarrassment. I’m so pale and skinny, nothing but skin and bones. “As bad as I want her, I don’t deserve her anyways.”

“You are beautiful too,” she bites my neck, and I jerk up at the sting of her teeth. “Pure and innocent. I like you just the way you are.”

“I see you are into it.” There’s a hint of amusement in his deep, velvet voice. “So you are saying you want her?”

“I want to touch her. I want to make love to her.”

“That’s better.” He kisses my ear, but tightens the grip on my arms so I can’t move as I want to. “You are too eager. That’s because you lack experience.”

She bends over, taking my breath away with one of her wet tongue kisses, I moan in to her mouth, our hips moving on their own looking for each other’s pleasure spots.

“I’m so happy, Jamie, so happy we are doing this.” she says, breaking the kiss for a moment.

“Laurie, I-“

She silences me with another kiss, and her hands go down to my crotch, rubbing my hard dick. It feels nice, but the fabric is starting to irritate my skin.

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Jehioada picked up the pace and fucked the boy’s throat harder. He looked at Ruada, then licked his lips and grinned. He pulled his cock out of the boy with a pop.

He pushed Gaio down into the cushions forcefully. He straddled the boy’s head with his thick hairy thighs. He pushed his thick enraged cock into the loosened mouth, plunging it deep into the boy’s gullet. He leaned over and gave Ruada a sloppy wet kiss before placing the boy’s cock between his own lips. He swallowed the cock deeply, and then began to deepthroat in rhythm with his own cock pummeling the throat beneath him. His hands caressed the young tight balls knowing they would soon unload onto his tongue.

Ruada pushed a finger into the boy’s loose ass and rubbed his prostate, urging his cum out. Pushed over the edge, Gaio pumped a salty load in Jehioada’s mouth; the mountain god in turn shot his hot cum down Gaio’s eager throat. He pulled out quickly, leaving strands of cum on Gaio’s face. He stood up and walked over to Ruada who reached out and took the mountain god’s cock into his mouth, greedily licking at the remains of cum and spit. Jehioada pulled his cock out of Ruada’s mouth, and gave him another deep kiss. This time, the river god sucked in the last traces of Gaio’s cum.

The two bigger gods moved slot oyna to the smaller one and ravished kisses upon his lean spent body, only stopping when they heard the tolling of the temple bell in the distance. They were being called, with all the others, to the king.

“What has happened?” asked Ruada.

“I imagine someone, or some group of gods,” said Gaio, motioning to the window, “has caused a bit of trouble and are about to get a very public reprimand.”

“I don’t understand,” said Jehioada.

“I tell you later, maybe I’ll even show you,” replied Ruada, grabbing Jehioada’s meaty thigh and caressing the dense fur.

Celestino was the king of the gods. He was the oldest god and master of the Temple of the Catenarin, the name people used to describe this pantheon of gods, and first god of the people. Even as handsome as the other gods were, they still could not come close to the beauty of Celestino.

His skin was the color of oil-rubbed bronze; his hair so black that its sheen was a vibrant blue. He was smooth as a bronze statue, but as chiseled as a marble one. He was completely naked except for a swath of purple cloth that adjusted as he moved covering half his torso and his crotch like a living toga. A circlet of various-colored stones rested on his head. He sat on an ancient gray marble throne in which were carved the symbol of every god of the Catenarin.

Ruada motioned to his brother, Nuada, as he entered the room. Nuada had one hand wrapped around Cernunnos’ arm – he rarely advanced this far from his saltwater refuge. Gaio had to canlı casino siteleri cover his mouth to keep from laughing as he walked in and spotted Joash and Uri talking spiritedly in a corner. Uri’s twin brother, Ari -god of the flatlands and wild prairies -was trying to referee the arguing pair. Everyone was standing, except for Pramada, who as the fat god of pleasure, could remain seated in his big round chair. The entire hall was filled to capacity as Celestino began to speak.

“I have gathered you all here because there has been a shift among the people. There has been a disturbance in the realm and it has to be stopped. Our very existence is threatened. I have asked Landrada to explain the situation.” He motioned to the officious god of knowledge wearing a long red satin robe and holding several books and scrolls.

Landrada, in an annoyingly domineering way, pushed to the front of the room. The air seemed to vibrate around the god as he spoke. He talked, but he also projected images into the minds of the other gods.

“A being has infiltrated our realm. We do not know where he originated or how it is possible for him to exist here. He has been making appearances among humans and is making them question their loyalty to us. He goes by the name of ‘Shaitan’. We do have an image of him…which everyone here will find extremely interesting.”

Murmurs in the group turned to gasps as they saw his image in their minds. Celestino himself frowned, shaking his head. Everyone turned toward Gaio, as their mind’s eye received the image. Pramada dropped the bottle of wine he was nursing. Even Gaio winced, as the image of Shaitan appeared in his mind…and it looked like another version of himself, mustache and all.

“Uhm, well… isn’t this fun,” Gaio quipped.

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A wealthy woman becomes a girl’s pet

*

“Hi, how are you today, sir?” Miranda asked politely.

“I’m fine, and you? Good! Well I’m off for a game of golf, won’t be back until late, there’s a committee meeting. Thanks for keeping my wife company. You’re a star, young lady,” Matthew said.

Geraldine walked into the kitchen still wearing a dressing gown, took one look at Miranda and quickly looked away. “What’s she doing here?” his wife asked.

Recognizing his wife was going to be awkward, even rude, he looked at Miranda and smiled pleasantly. “Do you mind waiting in the lounge? Thanks,” he smiled gratefully.

“You’re not well so I thought some company would help. Why don’t you get back to bed and let the girl look after you,” he said.

“I don’t need a nursemaid, especially a young eighteen-year-old making more mess than you would,” she complained.

“Hey, give the kid a chance, she probably needs the money. Her mother suggested it but it was sweet of her to agree to stay,” he said.

Trying a different tack she said. “Do you have to play golf today, darling,” she asked, while massaging her forehead for effect. Trying for sympathy wasn’t working either. She was being outmaneuvered and bitterly knew it.

He wasn’t going to miss an important game and she dare not tell him why he should. How that brat of a girl wormed her way into being here didn’t matter, she wasn’t wanted and would have to go. Miranda caught her in an indelicate position last weekend and of course she angrily dismissed the girl off home. She never expected to ever to see the brat again.

“We’re miles from town and you’re not well. If you get worse she can look after you or call me. I think my wife needs babysitting while I’m gone,” Matthew laughed playfully, giving her a pat on the head.

She grimaced with an exaggerated smile back at him. “OK! Go enjoy your golf, I’ll be fine,” she smiled wanly.

***

Geraldine strode into the lounge. “I don’t know how you wangled your way in here but you are not staying. I’ll call a taxi and you’re out of here,” she said, through gritted teeth.

Miranda said nothing, just slowly and meaningfully turned her head toward the television. Geraldine followed the girl’s mean looking eyes. A gasp of shock stopped her moving toward the phone. She clamped a hand over her mouth on seeing a filthy movie. It was her, Geraldine, splayed out on her own bed.

“I’ll play it from the beginning, shall I?” Miranda asked, politely.

Geraldine stood transfixed in the middle of the lounge. On the large television screen she was spread out on the bed vigorously using a dildo. She knew the girl had caught her last weekend, after finishing playing with herself, but how was that naughty act here on television?

Slowly it dawned on her. The girl hadn’t just walked in the bedroom at the end, she had been filming everything. The bitch must have planted a camera in her bedroom.

“What the hell do you think you are doing? You can’t do this. It’s private,” she said with bitter anger sharpening her voice.

“Better watch from the beginning so you know what you’re complaining about,” Miranda warned her.

The real action was from last weekend when Miranda caught her masturbating. Miranda had come back during the week when no one was home to see the gardener. She started filming the guy, teasing him, getting him to say things from her prepared script. He had been willing enough to play along, not knowing what she was up to.

***

The scene changed to a shot through the French doors. A young muscular guy, the gardener, stripped off a tight white t-shirt, wiped his sweaty chest then dropped it on the patio. He looked up and waved.

Next was a shot of Geraldine in the same dressing gown looking out of the door, supposedly at the young guy stripping.

“That didn’t happen!” she said, to the film rather than the teenager.

He walked toward the open French doors to stand posing, seeming to fill the frame with glistening muscles. The angle swung round to find Geraldine shucking off the dressing gown.

“No! He wasn’t there!” she said quietly in disbelief. It was impossible to look away from the screen and as much as she needed to shout at it she just stood silently, taking it all in. This was all wrong! She wouldn’t let that young man into her bedroom.

As though confirming Geraldine’s thoughts, her voice spoke out in the film. “Don’t come in yet, just wait,” she said. He nodded as though she had spoken to him from off camera.

Miranda smiled at how well the two separate episodes had been put together. Geraldine had said this when she knocked on the bedroom door last week. It was also very pleasing to see how enthralled the woman was with her little film.

On the large screen, Geraldine lifted her head as though looking toward the French doors and the young man. Dressed in just a thin nightgown she lifted a leg revealing it to the thigh and began rubbing oil into the bare flesh. While she worked on her legs the camera panned to illegal bahis the young guy smiling at her.

“Very nice,” he commented, with a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

The nightdress was casually hiked up over her head and dropped on the floor. Again the shot of the guy, only this time he wasn’t smiling but looking intense. Miranda had to show her boobs to get him going for this shot.

The woman continued massaging oil over the rest of her body, missing nothing. It was a pity – oiling her breasts looked perfunctory rather than sexy, though any guy watching this attractive naked woman wouldn’t analyze it that closely.

“Nice tits,” he said, off screen. Again he was commenting on Miranda’s naughty tease while the woman of the house was out.

Parting her legs a hand smoothed between the thighs leaving the whole body gleaming. She turned and bent over a dressing table showing a voluptuous bottom with shining lips protruding between thin thighs.

She stepped back to plonk her bottom down on the edge of the bed. In her hand was a black dildo. She hesitated then rubbed it between her thighs.

The part where she hesitated and moved to put it back was cut. The woman had changed her mind and continued playing with herself.

On screen she was laying back on the bed with legs parted, rubbing it over her lips. Around them, over them, she worked it hard while saying something between gritted teeth.

“Watch me do it, just watch me, please,” she moaned. The sound of her voice very different now she had become so excited.

At least that’s how it appeared. Geraldine had been just moaning, so Miranda added dialogue to fit the scene. It had taken a lot of practice but she thought it sounded pretty good.

The gardener could be heard off screen encouraging the woman. “Do it, go on don’t just tease,” he said. That’s when Miranda had taken a boob out for him.

The dildo had been rubbing a visibly erect bud then it was slipped in a little, obviously held back from plunging in. “Tell me to do it, please, make me do it, I need it so badly,” Miranda had dubbed into the film in a put-on husky voice. It really did look as though the woman was pleading with the gardener.

Off screen the guy encouraged. “Go on, all the way,” he said.

On cue the dildo was buried deep. Her hips came up off the bed responding as though the gardener had given permission to fuck herself with the dildo.

Miranda was impressed with how carried away the woman had become. Her eyes were closed, probably imagining a favorite fantasy, while really going for it. The sounds of the woman gasping were fitted around Miranda’s put-on husky voice.

“Please, sir, let me cum, I need to cum, please, make me cum,” the woman on the bed pleaded.

The scene was electrifying as the woman worked the dildo deep inside, thrusting heavily. She raised her hips off the bed in time with every gasp of desperately needed air.

“Go for it, slut,” the guy said. He was watching Miranda lifting her t-shirt, not the woman who was out shopping that day.

“Thank you, sir, your slut is coming!” she shrieked.

The woman on the bed collapsed with her own voice whimpering moaning sounds. A very impressive orgasm had been enjoyed.

“No don’t come in,” the woman said. She tried to pull a sheet from under her body to cover it.

That’s when Miranda walked in on her, though in the film it looked as though the gardener was coming in to take her. The film ended with a splash across the bed naming Geraldine as the star then credits rolled, stolen from a real porn movie.

Miranda was very pleased with the voice-over and the film’s effect on Geraldine. She wanted to clap she was so pleased with her handiwork.

Geraldine had collapsed to the floor. She looked down at the carpet seeing past the pattern, seeing just those dirty images.

“A great production, impressive, do you want to know how I did it?” Miranda asked her.

“Get out! Don’t ever come back,” she spat at the girl in anger.

“You sure about that? I thought you would be impressed with my media studies project. It may not be art but I’m sure it will make lots of money, especially around town,” she said, with a cruel grin on her face.

Miranda stood up and smoothed down her skirt.

“Sit down! You’re not going anywhere you, you, little shit,” Geraldine said while struggling to stand on weak legs. She instead flopped back down onto the carpet.

“Don’t worry I’ve left you a copy. It’s on a CD in the machine under the television,” Miranda pointed out.

“How did you . . . I don’t want to know,” Geraldine said, while shaking her head. It was difficult to think straight though she was trying hard to make sense of it. “Why did you?” she began then faltered.

“Just a bit of fun, at first,” Miranda said. She watched the woman’s grimace as she struggled to accept it, then interrupted the garbled complaint.

“We can come to an understanding or I can make some money on the internet selling the CD’s. At illegal bahis siteleri college I can make hundreds of copies,” she smirked.

“You can’t. You wouldn’t! No, please, don’t do that,” Geraldine said, looking more thoughtful than shocked now.

“An arrangement, then,” Miranda suggested.

“What? What kind of arrangement?” she asked.

The dullness in the eyes showed she still hadn’t recovered yet. This was the time to hit her. “I’ll come round to look after you, whenever your husband’s away. Kind of babysitting,” she smirked.

“You want paying then. I’ll pay you but you don’t need to come here, I don’t want you anywhere near me,” Geraldine said in a flat tone of voice.

“Can’t do that, need to be seen to be paid for something,” Miranda stated firmly. The woman was going to object so she cut her off. “Don’t want it to look like blackmail. That’s the arrangement, take it or leave it,” she said.

“Surely you won’t want to hang around here!” Geraldine complained, meaning she didn’t want this poor person hanging around her luxury home.

“You agree then?” Miranda pressed her.

“Do I have a choice?” she asked.

Miranda pointed a remote control at the television. “Do you want to watch the film again? It’s a masterpiece,” she smiled.

“No!” Geraldine said, through gritted teeth. “There will have to be rules,” she added.

“I’m glad you mentioned that. I have only one rule. While I’m babysitting, you do exactly as I tell you. Got it?” Miranda said fiercely.

“I’m thirty-two I’m not going to be told what to do in my own home by a young girl,” she began.

Miranda leaned down, grabbed a fist full of hair to pull her face up. “Listen to me. It’s either me making money out of the film and you losing your precious reputation or you abide by my rules. You need this arrangement, I don’t. I’m going to have a bit of fun while here. Do you understand?”

Geraldine tried to nod her head and it hurt so she muttered agreement.

“I didn’t hear you, louder,” Miranda said in her face.

“OK!” she shouted. “You little shit,” she murmured.

“I’ll forget I heard that, just this once. From now on you call me Miss. In fact all you have to say is, ‘yes, miss’. Got it? Whatever I say, you say?” Miranda prompted and shook Geraldine’s head.

“Yes, miss,” Geraldine answered. This dreadful girl would have to be tolerated until she could think what to do. It was true the little shit had her in a difficult and objectionable situation. How the hell did she make that film?

There must have been a camera in the bedroom right from the beginning, placed there while she showered. It was probably just meant to film her getting dressed and the damn girl got more than she bargained for. She forgot the girl was staying the night and started playing with her toy. The bloody gardener hadn’t been around, not on a weekend, so how did she do that?

“You can make me coffee and toast, lightly buttered,” Miranda demanded. She sat down with a big smile on her face watching the woman of the house shakily get up off the floor.

“You’ve forgotten something!” she said, when the woman turned to leave.

“What?” she asked, angry still.

“What do you say?” she asked.

“Yes, miss,” she said, not sounding very agreeable at all.

Returning with the late breakfast she roughly handed it to the girl. “Anything else, miss,” Geraldine asked, sounding sarcastic.

“Just stand there in case I need you,” Miranda ordered. “More sugar next time,” she added, just to annoy her.

“Did I mention a punishment? Your attitude is less than it should be, a bit rude in fact. Get down on the floor and remember what to say when I speak to you,” Miranda said.

“Yes, miss,” Geraldine mumbled.

“On hands and knees, that’s it, good girl,” Miranda said, emphasizing the woman’s lowly position. “Crawl over here.”

Geraldine looked up as though ready to complain and it showed plainly on her face she thought better of it. Playing along until she could get out of this damnable situation had to be the strategy, until the girl became bored with the game or she thought of a way out of this mess.

“Just there,” Miranda pointed. She leaned forward to grab the woman’s hair. While the woman struggled the dressing gown was whipped up at the back and she slapped her ass.

“Owww! You can stop that right now!” Geraldine complained.

A few more slaps quietened her down. She realized Miranda wasn’t letting go till she acquiesced so she would just have to endure it. It wasn’t the stinging pain it was the indignity of it that hurt.

This young girl was slapping her ass; it was outrageous. She was on the city council, a county committee member and was chairman of a small charity. Geraldine was a respected mature woman and this young girl, from the wrong side of the tracks, was slapping her ass as though she were an errant school girl.

“What do you say?” Miranda asked, then slapped her ass again when she didn’t respond.

“Sorry, miss,” canlı bahis siteleri she eventually said. The tone of voice was a little more conciliatory this time.

“You need to be reminded occasionally of your place, girl,” Miranda warned her.

“Yes, miss,” she responded quickly. It was humiliating speaking like this but at least the bitch had let her go. She would get out from under this distasteful situation and wreak a terrible revenge on her. She was unsure if she could crawl away yet so she just stayed still.

The so called nice woman was learning, Miranda thought. “Follow me. No, don’t get up, you’ve got to learn to crawl before you can walk,” she laughed.

Geraldine needed to bellow loudly like a wild animal in frustration, only just managing to keep her temper. She followed the young tormentor, having to crawl into her own bedroom. She just couldn’t look at the unmade bed after watching that despicable film.

“Have you showered this morning? Your hair’s a mess! I guess that’s not your fault, girl,” Miranda commented with a wry grin. “I’ll get you something appropriate to wear, for your new duties,” she said, looking at the woman meaningfully.

“Yes, miss,” she said. This time she dropped her head in embarrassment from realizing she had said it without thinking. What did this girl mean? It was true her life would be turned upside down if that damnable film were released but could she endure this appalling humiliation.

“Get undressed. Don’t go all shy, I’ve seen it all before,” Miranda told her.

It was true, she had, but that didn’t make it any easier. She reluctantly removed the house coat leaving her standing in a thin nightdress. A slap to her rear was a clear order to remove it. Geraldine gritted her teeth and lifted it up over her head to drop it on the floor.

She received another slap, this time to a bare ass. “Pick it up girl. Now put it in the laundry box, quickly!” Miranda scolded her.

“Yes, miss,” she said, scuttling to and from the bathroom. She tried to cover her naked body without being too obvious, not wanting another reprimand. The damn bitch was too handy with those stinging slaps.

Miranda worked her way through the many racks in a large wardrobe. “Shoes, I like shoes, it’s a pity we’re not the same size,” Miranda mused. “Not much here, it’s all very proper and boring,” she announced. She liked the way the woman was repeating, ‘yes miss’, every time she spoke to her. It sounded like a habit nicely forming.

“Let’s look for some underwear. I don’t know how you wear this stuff,” she said, looking at the woman to receive yet again the desired response. “What’s this here in at back?”

“Oh! This is more to my taste,” she said, while holding up a red corset. She waved it in the woman’s face watching her turn just as red from embarrassment.

“What’s this? Who’s Susie?” Miranda asked.

“A family pet, miss, gone last year, miss,” Geraldine stated plainly, with a more respectful tone of voice.

“OK!” she said, while swinging the collar and leash in one hand. “Don’t just stand there naked, get that underwear on,” Miranda rebuked her.

“Yes, miss,” Geraldine said and quickly picked up the corset. She had never worn it, and she had to struggle to pull it round her.

“Here, like this,” Miranda sighed in exasperation at the woman’s fumbling. She pulled at the cords, wrapping them around eyelets and fastening it tight as if the woman were a parcel. It pushed her breasts up into a deep cleavage with the breasts covered by fine lace. Picking up the dog collar she buckled it around the woman’s throat.

She stood back to admire the woman’s new image. “Better, much better,” she said, with a smirk.

Geraldine looked away from the tormentor and at the same time avoided a tall mirror on the wall. She dare not contemplate what she looked like. The leash fell down her back nestling between her cheeks. This was so humiliating she wanted to cry.

Not wishing to give the girl satisfaction she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. The corset was so tight it cut into her ribs, cutting short the intended breath.

Miranda picked up the leash drawing it slowly between the cheeks of her ass. She brought it down with a crack on her bare bottom. A stinging blow brought forth a surprised shout of pain from her victim. “Thank me for punishing you, girl. What do you say?”

“Thank you, miss,” she said, then tried again on seeing the leash raised. “Thank you for punishing me, miss,” she said, with a quiver in her bottom lip.

“Good girl, you’re learning fast,” Miranda said, sounding as condescending as she meant it to be. “Get on the bed, on all fours,” she commanded. Another crack of the makeshift whip had the woman scrambling onto the bed where she quickly moved onto hands and knees.

From the film Miranda knew where the instrument of torture, Geraldine’s black dildo, was. “Lick it, that’s a good girl. Suck on it, get it all nice and wet, good girl,” Miranda cooed at her, as though she were a simpleton or she was steadying a nervous pet.

Pulling it from between the woman’s lips she noticed how hard it was held, with her mouth creating a powerful suction. The woman knew what was coming next and didn’t want to let it go. Well, too bad, she was in for it now.

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“Ooh, look at this lovely young blonde.” The man moves in with the camera as I smile. He has a dark beard and sunglasses, and looks almost like a performer himself. “What’s your name, honey?”

I keep the smile plastered on my face, despite the camera only inches away from me. “Crystal Waters.”

Behind the camera, the director gives me a thumbs up. The cameraman takes a step back. “And what are you going to do for us today, Crystal?”

“Um, I’m going to…” I can feel heat rush to my face. Even though I’m about to do this, something in me can’t give the word to describe it. “I’m going to be playing with myself,” I manage to squeeze the words out with another smile.

The cameraman nods, but the camera stays rock steady. He gestures for me to keep talking.

“There are a lot of uh, toys here. And I’m going to experiment and see which ones I like.” In front of as many as a million people. I’m just glad I can’t see any of them.

“Have you ever played with toys before, Crystal?”

Normally, I’d slap someone for asking such a personal question. But I’m not in any position to do that. I nod, and a bit of my hair falls out of place. Ugh, it was supposed to be pinned. “Nope, I haven’t,” I say, pushing the hair back. “I’m a toy virgin.” Use the word virgin a lot. Some token advice from the overweight director giving me lecherous glances as the cameraman weaves around me. Trying to get different angles, I guess.

“And how about porn? Have you ever done porn before?”

I shake my head. My lips feel dry, but I don’t dare wet them. I’m too busy praying that no one at else can see casino oyna how nervous I am. “Nope. I guess I’m a porn virgin too.”

“Nice, nice. So tell us a little about your backstory—where you’re from, how old you are, why you’re interested in porn… That sort of thing.”

“Uh, okay. Well I’m eighteen.” Twenty-one, actually. But apparently it’s ‘hotter’ if I say I’m eighteen. “And I was born in Utah, but I moved here to California for college.” Oops, I wasn’t going to mention college. Too late now. I giggle and prepare the lie about why I’m here. “In terms of why I’m interested in porn, I dunno. I’ve always been sort of a nympho, so I think it was just like a normal next step. Plus, I watch it a lot, so I figured—why not experience it from the other side of the camera?” The real reason: because no daughter of a high school gym teacher could afford UCLA otherwise. My bills caught up with me over the summer, and this is the solution. Simple economics.

“Oh, I love it.” The cameraman laughs. “Why don’t you get comfortable, Crystal?”

This is the cue to strip. I give it my best effort, slowly peeling off my white cardigan while grinning into the camera lens. The short shorts are next to go, and before I know it I’m in my underwear on the couch. It’s made of white leather, and it groans as I move. For a moment I wonder whose house this is.

The cameraman seems to notice my pause. He smiles.

“Keep going, honey.”

“O-okay.” I obediently slide off my bra, revealing the boobs I used to be ashamed of in high school. Too small to really grab anyone’s attention, but the director seemed to like them. He said they were petite. That was the third time I’d been naked in front of someone I wasn’t hooking up with—well, except for my parents, I suppose.

This was time number four. Only instead of posing for Underground magazine or answering a call from an up-and-coming adult movie director, I’m stripping for God-knows-how-many men. I’ll admit, the idea turns me on. The cameraman doesn’t have to tell me to take my panties off; I slide them down, shivering from the cold air.

“Beautiful. Can you stand up, maybe give us a spin?”

I get my feet under me and slowly turn. When I come back around, the cameraman motions for slot oyna me to sit back down.

“Can you spread your lips for me?”

“Wh-what?”

In answer, he steps closer and, holding the camera close to me, pulls them apart. At first I tighten up, but his fingers are gentle. I relax a little. I close my eyes and moan, prompting another laugh from the cameraman.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he asks, moving the camera up to my face.

A decade of acting in school plays takes hold of me. I cheat out to camera. I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah, it feels good.”

At first the cameraman looks like he’s going to keep massaging me, but his hand pulls away and he slowly scoots backward. Behind him, the director gives a less-than-subtle nod toward the toys. A whole pile of them.

It looks like some women’s dream. Some women, but not mine. A pile of rubber dildos and plastic vibrators. I pretend to think about which one I want to use for a second, as if that

decision hasn’t already been made for me.

A small purple bullet is my first “choice.” I lean back on the couch, press a button to turn it on, and hold it against my clit. The cameraman’s fingers were better. Or maybe it was the idea of having someone else touch me that I liked. I look at him, his well-trimmed beard and strong arms. I’ve never been good at masturbation, but if I imagine that it’s him stimulating me instead of a piece of plastic, it seems to help.

I moan again, shifting my grip on the vibrator to get a better angle. “Ooh!” I gasp, surprised by the sudden sensation. Yeah, this is actually kinda fun. I wonder if the cameraman can tell that I’m envisioning his mouth on me, licking every which way and sucking on my clit. His beard would probably tickle.

With my semi-closed eyes, I almost miss the director waving his arms toward the ceiling. What’s he trying to say? It looks like it’s important… He mouths the word “Louder.”

Oh, right. I’m supposed to be moaning loud enough for the camera to pick up. He talked to me about it, stressed that point. I just plain forgot, in the heat of things. “Unh!” I push the vibrator as hard as I can without it being painful, and force my volume level up. “Oh yeah, right there.”

It takes a while to work canlı casino siteleri back into my cameraman fantasy, what with the interruption and trying to remember to be loud. After a couple more minutes, I decide the bullet just isn’t doing it for me. Time to switch toys. The next one I’m supposed to use looks almost like a huge ice cream cone. I switch it on and hold it against my slit. “Whoa!” I don’t have to fake the moan this time. It escapes me before I can stop it. As nice as the bullet was, this is a million times better. I push it harder against myself as blood rushes to my thighs.

“You like that one, huh?” the cameraman asks.

I grin up at him. “Yeah. It’s good. Oh, really good. I think I’m gonna…” I can’t complete the sentence before the orgasm hits me like a freight train. It washes over me like a flood, filling every nerve with pleasure. My hips buck against the couch and my back arches. I know I should try to focus on moaning louder, but I’m too busy enjoying the endorphins. When I finally come down, I put the toy back on the pile and grab the last one, a two-pronged—I’m not even sure what to call it. It’s oddly hooked at one end, and the other looks like a smaller version of the bullet. It isn’t hard to figure out how to use it.

The hard part is talking myself into trying for another orgasm so soon. That first one wiped me out, but I remind myself that this is the last toy. After this, I’ll be done with the video and I’ll officially be a pornstar… Yay?

It’s easy to slip the clawed toy in. I think I’m supposed to move it in and out like a dildo, but I quickly discover the best way to use it is just like another vibrator. I lean my head back, waiting for sensation to return. After a minute or two, I can feel both of the claws buzzing against my skin. Not as good as the ice cream cone, but not bad. I look at the cameraman, taking my fantasy to all sorts of places. In my mind, he pushes me against a wall and thrusts inside me. He ties me up and takes me from behind. He tells me all about how many men watched the video, how many men have gotten off just thinking of being with me.

To my shame, I enjoy it. The build-up to my second orgasm is slow, but when it comes it’s even more powerful than the first. I lose track of where I am, barrel the toy in and out, in and out. “Oh, fuck!” Breathe in, wave of pleasure. Breathe out, wave of clarity. Pleasure, clarity. Pleasure… Clarity. Oof. I reach down and turn the claws off.

“Aaaand cut! That’s a wrap!”

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On her knees, Jennifer waited in the abandoned room bathed in the light of the bulb she had to bring with her. Servicing someone at a glory hole had been a bucket list kinky dream of hers, and her husband Derek had found the perfect place. An adult bookstore a few hours from home had a glory hole room that was a relic from a much simpler time.

Last weekend they did a test run to get back to the room. Just a lightbulb and some disinfecting wipes were all that were needed. Back in its heyday the store replaced the usual wall with a one-way mirror. Derek would be able to watch her, but she wouldn’t see him.

The door creaked open and shut, and his soft footfalls only served to ramp up Jennifer’s excitement. Predictably her nipples were already at attention and her pussy was getting creamy.

Once she heard his zipper she quickly placed her mouth on the wiped-down rubber ring around the hole in the glass.

He wasted no time obliging her fantasy, only a few seconds separated her mouth being ready and the feel of cock sliding against the top of her tongue. She licked around the head like a lollipop several times, her man taking his time to enjoy a move that always drove him crazy. When he pushed further in Jennifer was euphoric, instinctively spreading her legs and feeling her hands drop to her breasts and casino siteleri her pussy. She was disappointed, but it quickly disappeared when he started to fuck her mouth properly.

She squeezed her sensitive nipples to the point of pain and progressed to shoving two fingers inside her pussy while he mouthfucked her. Her practiced fingers combined with her fantasy was too much for the women and she was soon moaning in pleasure on his cock. In response he pulled out and Jennifer slouched back to just enjoy the ride.

When she finally got her senses about her, she realized he hadn’t cum yet, and damned if she was gonna leave him unsatisfied. Getting up on wobbly legs, she turned and bent over, grabbing a support bar and she adjusted herself to line her pussy up to the hole. He was no fool and another moan escaped her as his hot cock thrust into her.

Much to Jennifer’s delight, he wasted no time in getting to fucking her pussy. Still high off her orgasm, she could feel another one quickly approaching even after only a minutes worth of strokes. With each stroke he was increasing his force. She had known from her exploration that there were handholds on the other side, attached to the solid wall so that a guy could really leverage as much force with fucking as he could.

She found it difficult to hold on only because slot oyna she was already weak at the knees and she wanted to start fingering herself again. When she finally couldn’t take it any longer, she let go of the bar with her right hand and moved her fingers right back to her pussy. Just as she was about to touch the already engorged nub of her clit, he pulled out.

Her hand reached back for the bar and she looked back at the mirror confused. She felt a finger brush against her pussy and then move up to tap along the little rosebud of her asshole. For Jennifer, Anal was a twice-a-year thing, his birthday and their anniversary (it had been her only virgin hole left when they had gotten married).

Under any other circumstance she would say no, but right now she was so turned on that she couldn’t help herself, and she lowered her body just a little bit, her tiniest and least-used hole lined up, ready to be taken. The anticipation of waiting killed her, but finally she felt the cock tap against her, before driving in. Jennifer had to use all her might to keep her mouth closed and to not cry out in pain, but once her ass had opened and the cock was sliding in she knew she took it like a champ. He hadn’t used any extra lube, but from how wet she was he knew his cock was well coated.

At home it had always been a gentle canlı casino siteleri start, but here at the glory hole he wasted no time before he was pounding her ass. While her brain wasn’t sure that she shouldn’t pull away or ask him to slow down, her body was absolutely loving the feeling of the rough use. The combination of pain and pleasure were hitting all the right points for Jennifer, and if she could have managed to let go she’d work herself, but as it was she could only hold on.

Just three minutes of hard and heavy assfucking and then the moment came, Jennifer felt him shove in all the way and he released inside her ass, a warmth filling her bowels. Her hand flew down to her pussy and as the cock pumped into her ass it only took a few seconds before she was rocking another, much more powerful orgasm.

His cock pulled out and Jennifer slumped to the floor in orgasmic bliss. Tears of joy streamed from her eyes as she looked to the mirror and said, “thank you,” in her most breathy voice. She barely registered the footfalls as he left and she was alone, writing on the floor in ecstasy.

Fifteen minutes later she had managed to slide back into her clothes and sneak her way out of the back room and she bolted to their car. She jumped in and pulled Derek’s head and gave him a really passionate kiss which he wasn’t reciprocating. She looked at him a little confused and he frowned.

“Sorry honey, they caught me when I was trying to sneak back there. Don’t worry, we’ll find somewhere else to fulfil your fantasy.”

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“Are you just about ready?” called Todd from the bedroom.

“Almost,” shouted Hanna from the adjoining bathroom, the frustration apparent in her voice. “Can you please come in here and help me with this dress!”

“Sure babe,” said Todd calmly as he came through the door from the bedroom. “WOW!”

“Wow’s right!” replied Hanna, grimacing as she struggled to tie the thin strands of fabric behind her neck in a bow; trying not to let the dress sag too low. The plunging back already exposed more of her ass than she wanted. As it was, the thin straps on the front barely covered her nipples, much less her lush, full breasts. “I’m hanging out all over the place.”

“You look great babe. That nipple jewelry makes you look extra hot” said Todd, referring to the gold nipple shield rings that covered her petite areolas. Todd leaned forward and kissed Hanna’s neck. “Your breasts look smoking hot with the jewelry on them. Really sexy!”

“Too sexy,” muttered Hanna under her breath, “if you ask me.”

“You saw the other ‘senior executive’s’ wives at the Christmas party,” said Todd, emphasizing the words senior and executive. “They all dress like sexy trophy wives, so I guess that’s your new uniform. You better get used to it…”

“Now that you are about to be the newest ‘senior executive’ in the company,” interrupted Hanna mockingly as she also emphasized the words senior and executive. “If we weren’t celebrating your big promotion tonight and it wasn’t with your boss and his wife; you couldn’t pay me to wear this dress out in public. And what’s that crack about ‘trophy wife’ supposed to mean?”

“Well, just remember, I don’t have the promotion yet,” replied Todd seriously. “So, a lot is riding on this dinner. Think of this as the final interview…and we’re BOTH being interviewed. And yes, you are as beautiful as any trophy wife!”

“Thank you, baby,” replied Hanna. “I know, I know, baby. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much babe. I’ll probably do most of the talking,” said Todd as he ran his index finger down Hanna’s bare back. “As for you, what’s not to like? You look absolutely beautiful. And since they are the ones who picked out the dress, they’ll definitely like how you fill it. I’ve never seen you more beautiful!”

“Thank you, baby,” sighed Hanna, quietly resentful at being treated like an ornament. “It’s just that I don’t particularly like showing this much of me to anyone other than you. Even if the dress did cost two month’s wages.”

“It will be fine babe,” reassured Todd. “We’ll be traveling in different circles now. All the exec’s wives dress like this for formal occasions. It is a more worldly and sophisticated group of people than we’re used to. Besides, it’s just dinner with the boss and his wife. It’s not like anyone else will be there to ogle you.”

“I suppose you’re right,” replied Hanna, before adding sarcastically, “besides, Rod would mentally undress me, even if I wore a nun’s habit.”

“Yeah,” laughed Todd. “You’re probably right about that. But so, would most men. I know I did, when I originally saw you.”

“With Rod it’s different,” said Hanna turning serious suddenly. “Rod is like a wolf looking at a lamb chop. It’s unnerving. He kind of frightens me.”

“Oh, you’re overreacting,” said Todd dismissively, not picking up on Hanna’s concerned tone. “Besides, I was kind of wondering how you would taste with mint jelly all over you when I met you too.”

Indignant at her husband’s dismissive remark, Hanna turned to respond, and then thought better of it, and let it go. Maybe she ‘was’ overreacting.

Once again, Hanna vainly tried to hide her nipples inside the skimpy strands of fabric that formed the bodice of her dress as she fidgeted with the fabric in front of the mirror. Stepping back and taking one last look in the mirror, Hanna gave up. The fabric was so sheer you could clearly see her nipples and the sexy jewelry anyway. It was pointless, she decided, since the rest of her breasts were already completely visible as well. And besides her back was exposed all the way down to the middle of the crack on her shapely ass. From behind, Hanna looked almost completely naked.

The sheer lacy black material hung loosely from her body and as she moved, her breasts came close to popping out and being fully exposed as they swayed back and forth. The skimpy dress didn’t hide much else either. From the sides and the back, you could clearly see the rest of Hanna’s body as the delicate fabric swung to and fro. The dress had come with a matching G-string that barely covered her narrow patch of pubic hair. So, for all intents and purposes, Hanna was all but naked.

Grudgingly, she had to admit, the dress was stunningly sexy, and she was stunningly sexy in it.

“OK, lamb to the slaughter,” sighed Hanna as she moved from the bathroom into the bedroom.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” asked Todd as he fidgeted with the handkerchief in the pocket of his beige evening jacket.

“Nothing,” sighed Hanna. “Are you ready casino oyna to go?”

As Todd made his way down the surface streets to the 101 freeway from their home in the west valley, he told Hanna that the ride to Rod and Sam’s estate would take about an hour. They would take the freeway east to Coldwater Canyon and then over the top of the Hollywood Hills to Beverly Hills where the Cienfuegos’ estate overlooked the Franklin Canyon reservoir.

They preferred being called Rod and Sam rather than Rodrigo and Samantha, Todd reminded Hanna as they crawled along the 101 in the early evening traffic. They would be on a first name basis now, Todd proudly told Hanna.

“But make no mistake about it, Rodrigo Cienfuego is old money Cuban, through and through,” said Todd emphatically. “We need to be deferential.”

As they sat stalled in traffic, Todd decided to give Hanna the ‘cliff notes’ version of the Cienfuegos family history, hoping it would give her some insight into the couple they were about to have dinner with, especially his boss Rod.

Rod’s ancestor had shown up in Cuba on one of Cortez’s ships. And his ancestor had watched that ship burn in Veracruz harbor, after setting it and all the other ships afire on Cortez’s personal order. He survived to tell about it…and get rich from it.

Fortunately for Rod, his family had long ago invested their fortune abroad, in the U.S. and Mexico, principally, continued Todd in his narration. So, when they saw the Castro revolution on the horizon, they were in better shape than some of the other old families. They moved their cigar and rum making equipment to Mexico and Nicaragua and set up shop there. Hanna quietly listened to Todd drone on and pretended to listen.

Rod’s branch of the family had moved to the U.S. after the Spanish American War and invested widely in real estate. And that is how Rod ended up in Beverly Hills as a high-end property developer, with holdings all over the U.S. and the world. If all went as planned, Todd would be managing the portion of Rod’s portfolio that included California, Nevada and Arizona, a lucrative and growing market.

“There is virtually no limit to how much money we can make,” continued Todd enthusiastically. “If this promotion goes through, we’ll be set for life.”

Hanna sort of half listened to her husband as he droned on about the Cienfuegos family, their wealth, and their company for another twenty minutes as they slowly made their way across the valley. Hanna was brooding about her own concerns, her own future, as Todd continued to talk. What she and her husband shared in common was the one man who was the key to both their futures, Rodrigo Cienfuegos. Suddenly, Hanna recognized that Todd was talking directly to her and she listened more carefully.

“That’s why it is important to make a good impression tonight,” said Todd as he looked over at Hanna, who was looking out the window. “At least it’s important to me.”

“It’s important to me too, baby,” said Hanna as she turned to look at her husband, smiling as she patted his arm. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity. I promise, I’ll do my part. Witness the fact that I’m riding through the San Fernando valley virtually naked.”

“Are the men gawking at my beautiful wife?” teased Todd.

“Only every car that is driven by a man,” deadpanned Hanna. “Especially if they are in a truck or van…then they get to look down at the whole package. That’s why I’m looking out the window. I’m trying to stare them off.”

“Is it doing any good?” asked Todd.

“No,” replied Hanna.

“Then you may as well ignore them,” replied Todd. “Let them eat their hearts out.”

“I hope they all go home with a case of blue balls,” protested Hanna. “Bastards!”

“Babe! You can hardly blame them,” said Todd. “You are drop dead gorgeous. Most of those men will never see anyone as beautiful as you are tonight ever again in their lives.”

“Thank you!” said Hanna as she turned to smile at her husband. “I actually think you mean that.”

“I do,” said Todd. “And you can believe it, because it is true.”

“How much longer, baby?” asked Hanna.

“We’re coming up on Coldwater Canyon now,” said Todd. “Maybe another half hour.”

“OK if I rest for a while?” asked Hanna as she tilted her seat back and looked out the window.

“That’s fine, baby,” replied Todd. “It’s going to be a long night for both of us.”

Just how long a night, Hanna wondered. And what kind of night, Hanna asked herself as she stared out the window at nothing in particular. Hanna couldn’t shake her original impression of Rodrigo Cienfuegos. Rod frightened her. He was a big, powerful, aggressive man. It was easy imagining him in the armor of a conquistador, sword in hand, laying waste to those in his path and laying claim to anything or anyone he wanted.

It was only a few months ago that his eyes had devoured her at the company’s Christmas party, leaving her self-consciously staring at the floor as he mentally slot oyna undressed her. He had made no effort to conceal what he was doing. His eyes burned into her, forcing her to submit to him as she cast her eyes down submissively. And she sensed that this conquistador wasn’t done making conquests yet and that she was on his list of targets. How could she say no to him, if it might cost her husband the promotion he had been working for so long and so hard?

Hanna continued to quietly stare out the window as she thought about the last few weeks. Rod and Sam had joined them at their table after dinner at the Christmas party and they talked for a couple of hours. While the men talked business and got to know each other, Rod hardly ever let his gaze waver from Hanna. It was obvious to everyone except Todd, it seemed. He was too busy trying to impress the boss.

Rod’s wife Samantha certainly noticed. At one point she leaned over and quietly whispered to Hanna, “My husband seems to be really taken with you.”

When Hanna turned to look directly at Samantha, Rod’s wife smiled knowingly back and looked Hanna directly in the eye before whispering again. “And Rodrigo takes what he wants.”

That episode at the Christmas party had been haunting Hanna ever since it happened. Within a matter of a couple of weeks, Todd unexpectedly found himself on the short list of finalists for the regional sales executive position that had opened up and he sailed right through the process becoming one of the two remaining finalists before finally beating out the guy who had been considered the lock down favorite for the next promotion just a few months previously.

When Todd phoned Hanna excitedly from work a week ago, letting her know that for all intents and purposes the coveted position was his, she felt an emptiness in the pit of her stomach. When he told her that the promotion was contingent on the two of them passing muster at a private dinner at the Cienfuegos’ estate in Beverly Hills, Hanna felt a sense of dread and foreboding, even as she profusely congratulated her husband.

Hanna had a nagging suspicion that the promotion would come with a price and she would be the currency tendered. A few days later, when a glossy red box wrapped with a fancy gold ribbon showed up at her door via courier bearing the script letters TVEH stamped on the box in gold leaf it only served to confirm Hanna’s worst suspicions.

When Hanna opened the box, she took out the gift card from a boutique in Beverly Hills,’Tienda de Vestidos Escaso de la Habana’ and there was a personal note written on the back. As she read the note, her hands began to shake.

“Hanna, Rodrigo and I are looking forward to entertaining you and Todd a few evenings from now. Please accept these gifts in honor of your husband’s pending promotion and wear them to our private dinner. Rodrigo is very particular about how the special women in his life adorn their bodies and you are no exception. Rodrigo looks forward to seeing much more of you very soon. — Sam”

Hanna continued to look out the window as the car climbed through Coldwater Canyon and she remembered how she had sat completely still, almost paralyzed, as she took the contents of the shiny red box out, one at a time. On top was the expensive gold necklace, studded with small rubies, that she was supposed to wear, and then the all too revealing dress that made her hands shake as she held it up in front of her. Finally, there was the G-string that left no doubt in her mind that Rod wanted to get a good look at what he was buying, before he closed the deal.

They continued to ride in silence as the car began its descent toward the reservoir above Beverly Hills where Rod and Sam’s mansion was located. Hanna was still trying to come to grips with the reality of her situation. By accepting Rod’s gift, and by wearing the provocative dress to dinner, Hanna knew she was tacitly agreeing to whatever followed that evening. She was, in effect, gift wrapping herself for Rod.

There was no other way to interpret it, Hanna frankly admitted to herself as she fidgeted in her car seat. Even if there had been any doubt, it disappeared two days later when Samantha phoned her directly at home. Ostensibly, the call was to confirm their dinner plans and to verify the dress was the correct size.

But before the conversation was over, Samantha had invited, ordered really, Hanna to go to her salon in Beverly Hills in preparation for the dinner. When Hanna inquired further, Samantha was dismissive and told her that Rod had made all the arrangements. Hanna could tell from Samantha’s tone there would be no further discussion of the matter.

Hanna’s heart raced now as she realized there was no longer any turning back and she anguished over her decision to submit to Rod’s will at each step of the way. Sam had forthrightly told her when they originally met that Rod “took what he wanted” and later Samantha’s note pointedly proclaimed that she was one of Rodrigo’s “special women” and that she would be “no exception” canlı casino siteleri to the others whose bodies he had “adorned” in what Hanna imagined were Rod’s previous conquests of the flesh. And that he would be “seeing much more of her very soon.”

Hanna had no doubt that Rod planned on “seeing” all of her and, more worrisome, using all of her, however he wanted. The thought of this rich and powerful man controlling her, bending her to his will, frightened Hanna. But what frightened Hanna even more was how much the idea excited her and how thinking about it had come to preoccupy her every waking moment, and then fill her dreams at night.

Hanna knew that she was at what should be her “fight or flight” moment as her anxiety exploded inside her. But she also knew that neither was really an option unless she wanted to ruin her husband’s career. Taking a deep breath as she stared out the car window, all Hanna could do was hope that she had let her imagination run wild and was reading too much into things and would look back tomorrow and feel silly. But in her heart, she knew that wasn’t true. If not tonight, then very soon, she would be sharing Rodrigo Cienfuegos’ bed and he would use her as he wished.

Suddenly a calm overcame Hanna as she took another deep breath. As she thought back over the last several days, she realized that her moment of truth had already come and gone at the salon three days earlier. She had let the stylist cut her hair shorted and style it “just like Senor Rod likes it.” Hanna had sat for the manicure and pedicure and only halfheartedly protested when the stylist informed her that “Senor Rod likes his ladies shaved clean down below.”

As she sat in the chair with her legs spread wide, letting the stylist shave her pubic hair and wax the remaining hair away, Hanna felt humiliated, defeated. At that point, Hanna had actually resigned herself to her fate. She didn’t even bother to protest when it was two male technicians who applied the spray tan to her naked body, nor object later when it was time to have her nipples pierced and the gold bars secured over the intricate ruby studded gold circles that now masked her areolas as her rigid nipples peaked through the centers.

When she got home from the salon that afternoon, she had worried about how Todd would react to her “new look.” And even now, she still could not figure out whether she was relieved or perturbed about how easily he acquiesced to the transformation.

“You look really sexy babe!” was all Todd had to say, then he complemented Sam on her “impeccable taste.” Hanna had been too embarrassed to tell her husband that it was Rod’s idea, not Sam’s, to makeover her entire body to his liking. Now, as she rode in the car next to her husband, she was coming to resent the fact that he was oblivious to the way another man, his boss, was transforming her into his personal sex toy.

“I think it is the next street,” said Todd, breaking the silence and jolting Hanna back to the present as he slowed the car and made a turn on the street ahead.

“Jesus!” exclaimed Todd when he saw there was only one house on the street with ivy covered eight-foot walls lining either side of the long street. The street was at least a hundred yards long and at the end was the wrought iron gate to the estate with its name emblazoned high above it in gold painted iron lettering: “La Guarida del Maestro.”

“Good God!” said Hanna in astonishment. “The Conquistadors must really have made bank.”

“Yeah, them and every subsequent generation,” added Todd. “I’ve never seen anything like this, at least not in the U.S. This looks like something from Europe, or maybe South America.”

“Or Cuba, before the revolution, maybe,” offered Hanna.

“Yeah, right,” agreed Todd as he pulled up to the gate and rolled down the window to press the button on the intercom. But before he could do so, the gate began to open, and he heard Rod’s gravelly voice coming from the intercom.

“Come on up and park right in front and we’ll meet you,” said Rod. “One of the servants will park your car.”

“Right,” replied Todd as he slowly drove the car up the long brick driveway.

“Can you believe this?” gasped Hanna as the palatial mansion came into full view.

“This just reeks of old money,” said Todd admiringly.

“Old money and power,” replied Hanna softly, almost to herself. The kind of money that gets what it wants, Hanna thought, grimacing to herself.

There was a circle at the end of the driveway in front of the massive Spanish Estancia style home with a three-tiered fountain in the center. Todd swung around and pulled right up to the walkway in front of the imposing house. The path to the house was built of red tiles and extended from the driveway to the two huge roughhewn doors at the front of the house.

As Todd stepped out of the car, he tried to take it all in. The front of the house was a single story and must have been at least 150 feet across and visible behind it was the back of the house, which was two stories. The building was of adobe style construction with brown storm shutters on the rows of paned windows on either side of the entrance and on the second floor that was visible from where Todd stood. The roof was red Spanish tile.

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“…Freud understood female sexuality through a separation between clitoral activity which he saw as masculine and vaginal passivity which he saw as feminine. The clitoris, for Freud, was a kind of mini-penis that might be nice to masturbate with, but the true worth of feminine sexuality lay in the passivity of the vagina. The vagina offered a pleasant nest for the penis, and it was the male organ which carried true sexual worth for Freud…”

Professor Elena Reid was lecturing for her class but it seemed, as always, like she was talking more to herself, immersed in her thoughts that were articulated for the education of her students but meant for her own reflexive entertainment. I sometimes wondered how many times she must have given these lectures to various cohorts taking the ‘Gender and the History of Sexuality’ module, yet she always seemed so engaged with whatever it was that she was talking about as if it was the first time she was thinking about it. Her voice carried effortlessly throughout the wide lecture theatre and I often found myself absorbed in it, losing myself in the sound of her thoughts voiced out for me to hear.

Although, it was not just her voice that made me lose myself. A woman in her mid-forties, she was as stunning as one could ever be. She had a toned, athletic figure (a rumour had it that this was the consequence of a rigorous daily yoga routine), and a buttocks to die for. I particular liked it when she wore one special dress that hugged her body in all the right places and that was just short enough to reveal an inch or two of her firm thighs. She had small breasts, so small that I thought she sometimes did not wear a bra at all. Indeed, during one somewhat cold afternoon when I was sitting on the first row of the lecture theatre, I thought that I could see her nipples through her dress.

“…but many feminist critics of Freud pointed out that the pleasure of the female body doesn’t need to choose between the clitoris and the vagina, and clitoral caresses need not be substituted by vaginal ones, but each contributes to female pleasure. Indeed, they do so amongst other things… touching the breasts and the vulva, stroking the inner walls and brushing the mouth of the uterus… female bodies find pleasures in multiple ways.”

The fact that she lectured on sexuality was sometimes very frustrating as I could not stop my thoughts from travelling from the general notion of female pleasure to me fantasising about her particular pleasures. I fully recognised that this was unproductive to my learning, but I could not stop myself from getting turned on by the sometimes highly explicit sexual language she used, especially when she also happened to turn around to point at something on the PowerPoint screen, providing me with a direct view of her spectacular ass. On several occasions, I found myself almost squirming in my chair as I felt my panties getting increasingly wet.

“…remember that next week’s reading is Freud’s piece on female sexuality. Also, the department has asked me to remind you that there is a public talk tonight on the impact of neoliberal changes on the welfare state, followed by us heading down to the pub for some drinks. I hope to see you all there, and if not, I’ll see you again next week.”

I had fully forgotten about the public talk and, to be honest, neoliberal changes were not on my list of special interests. I was much more interested in letting my eyes linger upon Elena as she gathered her things and leaned over the desk to shut down the computer. I could not help an image appearing in my mind, of her leaned over like she was, but with her dress around her waist, my hand grasping her firm ass, and my fingers buried inside her pussy. As my fantasy version of Elena cried out in orgasmic ecstasy, I suddenly crashed back to reality when my brain registered that the corporeal version of Elena had finished packing her things and was standing right in front of me.

“Sammy, is everything all right?”

I looked around me and realised that everyone else had either already left the lecture theatre or were making their way out the door. I jerkily begun putting my things away and pushed my laptop in my bag with what I regretted was a little bit too much force.

“Yes, everything’s fine. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.”

She looked down at me and I met her eyes. There is something I need to tell you about her eyes. They were the most fantastic and intimidating ones I had ever come across: dark brown and incredibly deep, with a kind of light in them that made me feel like she could see right through me. Whenever her gaze fell upon me I felt totally transparent, as if my skin provided no cover and she could see through it straight into my mind. I felt like I was bare every time she looked at me, like I could hide nothing from her even if I tried. I reasoned, of course, that none of this was true, but I could not stop myself from feeling utterly naked whenever her eyes gazed into mine. It was terrifying and intoxicating at the same time; casino siteleri kind of like looking into some deep abyss that looks right back at you. I thus tended to avert my eyes when she looked at me, which, I sometimes thought, was a bit more often than she looked at her other students, but I was simultaneously intrigued by how she made me feel. Her gaze frightened me, but it was also oddly pleasurable to be its object.

She smiled at me as I quickly finished packing my things and stood up to leave the lecture theatre. “I often get lost in my thoughts as well”, she said, “it can be both incredibly helpful and highly distracting”. She walked with me as I started to make my way towards the door. “Do you think you will come to hear the public talk?”

As we exited the building, I realised that apart from the pile of books that waited me on my desk I really had nothing better to do with my Friday evening than to go to the talk. This is one of the things that immersing yourself into the academic world in a top university does to you. Besides, how could I say no to her?

“Yes, I will I think”, I said and she smiled again.

“Great. I hope you will also join us for some drinks afterwards. I’m sure the follow-up discussion will be very interesting. I’d be delighted to hear what you think about the topic.”

We departed ways and she waived at me as she walked the other direction. My eyes lingered upon her ass and I loved the way her dress moulded itself around her firm butt cheeks as she walked. The image of her waiving buttocks loitering in my mind, I was simultaneously excited at the prospect of being in her presence in a more informal context and slightly annoyed at the fact that I now had to actually pay attention to the talk in order to discuss it with her.

The following evening, I found myself sitting in one of the uncomfortable seats at the back of the oldest (and draftiest) lecture theatre of the university, attempting to keep my concentration on the white middle-aged man talking monotonously in front of me. I also found my thoughts drifting in and out of focus. Not only did I think that the talk itself was rather dull but the man’s voice was even duller, making it hard for me to be bothered to decipher the meaning of his individual sentences let alone to critically engage with them. I searched the sea of heads in front of me for a sign of Elena, but I did not spot her, although this was not surprising considering that the talk had gather a respectable size of an audience. I sighed in relief when the speaker finished talking and the audience gave him a comparatively lazy round of applause. After the sound of clapping had died out, the chair of the talk stood up and announced that he would like to see us all join him and the speaker for a more informal discussion about this ‘extremely important and contemporary issue’ in the large pub just down the street. As the sound of chatter filled the room, people begun to make their way towards the door and I followed the stream. I spotted a small group of students that I knew from my department slowly walking towards the pub. Catching up with them, I joined the unified lament over the utter boringness of what we had just heard.

The large pub was rather empty and I was, I must admit, not altogether surprised that only around thirty people had bothered to show up from the talk. I ordered a large glass of house red (I felt like I deserved it after suffering through the last hour and a half) and sat at the table with my group of students where a furious debate was taking place over the value of institutionalised queer studies. Sipping my wine, I looked over my shoulder and felt a sudden flash of heat travel through me as I saw Elena. She was standing right behind me, her perfect ass just below my eye level, and there was a clear tone of irritation in her voice as she argued against a homogeneous looking group of ageing men.

“…no, no, I disagree. The answer in not some decontextualized welfare reform. We must focus on the increasing influence of shareholder capitalism and the decrease in public institutions if we want to see any worthwhile change…”

She was cut short by a well-dressed, moustache endowed man who begun to lecture her on what he seemed convinced were the benefits of shareholder capitalism on the British service industry. I watched Elena as she took a large gulp from her glass of wine, rubbed her temples and looked over her shoulder. I quickly turned my head in an attempt not to be caught staring at her and swallowed more of my drink.

I spent much of the next hour or two distantly following the discussion taking place in my table and sneaking occasional glimpses at Elena as she got increasingly frustrated at the conversation she was taking part in. At one point I noticed her trying to leave to order a second glass of wine in a clear attempt to gracefully exit the conversation but the moustache man cornered her, sealing off her escape route, and had the waiter bring her the glass instead. She nearly downed her second slot oyna glass on one go, gazing at the door as the man jabbed on, oblivious to her having lost all interest in what he had to say. When she finally managed to excuse herself, she headed directly towards the back door, pausing only say ‘have a lovely evening’ to a few of the academics, and exited the pub.

Barely listening to what was being said at my table, I felt stupid for being disappointed by the fact that I had not had the chance to talk to her. I did not know what I had expected, that she would spend her evening with me instead of the assortment of prestigious scholars that the pub was dotted with? She clearly did not get the change to pick her preferred company, but even if she had, it was foolish of me to think that she would have picked me. I drank the last of my wine, said my byes to the people at my table, and followed her steps out the back door.

Feeling very gloomy and my eyes on the ground, I walked the quiet lane behind the pub, heading home. When I turned around the street corner, however, my gloom was unexpectedly interrupted as I felt my body collide with another human shaped object and I almost lost my balance. Jerking my head up, I blatantly realised that I had literally walked into Elena who had been standing behind the corner, smoking a cigarette. Baffled, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to her in an attempt to help me regain my footing.

“Sammy! Are you all right?”

“Yeah…”, I said after I had placed both of my feet securely on the ground again, “yeah, sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. Are you ok?”

I could not help but notice that I was all of a sudden standing very close to her. She was still holding me, and my mind took in the fact that she was touching me which made a stream of shivers travel down my spine. I could feel her breath on my skin and as I realised that my lips were only a few inches away from hers I felt a sudden throb below my stomach. She was so close to me that I could breathe in the scent of her rosy perfume which mingled with another familiar scent. My nicotine deprived brain detected what it irrationally felt was a delightful sent of cigarettes. I had been trying to quit smoking for the past four months, alternating between short bursts of success and longer periods of failure. At the moment I was living the former, with the latter looming close.

“Yes, I’m fine”, she said, laughing, “I think you took the harder blow there.”

As I focused on savouring every second of feeling her body so close to mine, I remotely registered that she was still holding me to her, keeping me there, I thought, just a few seconds longer than she had to. When she let go of me and took a step back, she smiled.

“Were you heading home?” She asked and inhaled her cigarette.

“Yeah, I was”, I said, my mind blurry from the feel of her touch. “I didn’t know you smoke.”

“I don’t, usually”, she told me, still smiling, “but I do carry a pack with me in case I feel like I need it. Do you smoke?” She opened her pack of Marlboros and signalled me to take one. The irrational side of my brain battled the rational side and won. I reached my hand out, took a cigarette and leaned towards her so she could light it for me. My body involuntarily leaned a little closer than was necessary and I noticed her leaning into me as she lit the cigarette. I inhaled deeply and felt a delicious flush of dizziness go through me which is only ever the consequence of abstaining from smoking for just a bit too long. I closed my eyes for a short moment as I blew out the smoke and sighed with pleasure. I devoured the feeling of nicotine reaching my brain, blending with the recent memory of her touch on my skin. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that she was observing me with a hint of bemused on her face.

“It looks like you needed that.”

“Yeah, I think I did”, I said, smiling back at her, and meeting her eyes. They were searching me as I looked into them and I automatically turned my eyes to the ground, unable to bear her gaze.

“I find that when there is a need for pleasure, most pleasures gain a higher level of intensity”, she said. Intrigued by her choice of words, I looked up at her face and was met with a cheeky smile that I had never seen before.

“Did you have a good night?” she asked me as I took another puff from my cigarette.

“I did”, I lied, and blew out the smoke. “Did you have a good discussion with the gentleman with the moustache?” I blurted out, immediately realising my mistake and feeling like an idiot. Now it was obvious that I had been staring at her all the night. “Or, I mean, with the people you were talking to”, I continued, making it worse.

She looked at me, with a curious trace in her eyes of something that I could not quite get a hold of. “The Gentleman with the moustache is doctor Murray from the law department”, she explained, “but I would’ve much rather joined your table to discuss queer studies”. She inhaled her cigarette, watching me as I canlı casino siteleri tried to identify her tone. She blew out the smoke and smiled her cheeky smile again.

“Come here, let me show you something”, she said, and took out her iPhone.

I stepped closer to her, daring to let my arm and the side of my thigh brush against her under the pretence of being able to see the screen. She played me a clip from a queer performance art show, but I must admit that the specifics of the performance have left my memory, not because it was not interesting, but because after we had finished watching it I turned my head to say something to her and found myself looking directly into her eyes from only a few inches apart. It was one of those moments when two people execute the same movement at the same time with unexpected consequences. As I turned my head, so did she, and we ended up facing each other so close that I swear I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Her eyes were so overwhelming that I became paralysed by them, unable to look away now that I had been swallowed by her gaze with such immanence. I felt like she had enveloped me in the depth of her never-ending brown eyes. I realised distantly that she had not turned away either, allowing her eyes to remain locked into mine and her breathing to softly brush my skin, lingering there and intoxicating me with every breath. Unwilled, I found my body leaning into her and to my surprise her body responded. As I melted into her gaze, I felt her leaning into me and then, ever so slightly, her lips brushed mine.

I was so amazed by what was happening that at that moment that, failing to decide whether I was dreaming or awake, I simply lost the last fragments of my rational mind that had not already been lost in the depth of her gaze. As my eyes drifted closed, I pressed my lips against hers. She was so warm; her lips were almost hot against mine and as, incredibly, I felt them open for me, I experienced a sudden desire for her of a magnitude that surprised me. I let my body press against her, and I felt her fingers travel to the back of my neck. My hands, on their own accord, floated to stroke first her lower back and then her hips, and I kissed her with passion that ached below my stomach. She kissed me back with almost equal passion to my own, her hands holding the back of my neck firmly and her body pressing into me. For a brief moment, I felt my hands cup her astonishing ass which felt as firm as it looked, and she whimpered into our kiss.

Before I could fully grasp what was actually happening, the kiss ended as quickly and as unexpectedly as it had begun. As I faintly registered a distant sound of heels clapping against the cobbled street, Elena gasped and abruptly jumped away from me. She looked at me, bewildered, and her hands flew to her face to cover her mouth.

“Oh my god, what am I doing?” she whispered, and her eyes shifted to the ground. She blinked rapidly a few times, as if in accordance with what looked like a speedy bombardment of unwanted thoughts. “Sammy, I… I’m so sorry, I…”

Before I had time to respond, she turned around and walked away. Dumfounded, I stood paralysed in the spot where she had left me, incapable of comprehending what had just happened. It was only when I watched her disappear behind a street corner that I regained control over my body and realised with horror that I had just let her walk away, clearly feeling like she had made a mistake, without making any attempt to stop her. Feeling desperate and confused, I run after her and yelled her name, but she was gone by the time I reached the street corner.

I spent the following few days wondering what on earth took place that night. I could barely believe it was real – indeed, it occurred to me that I might in all seriousness have dreamt the whole thing. Sure, there had been moments before where I had thought that Elena’s mesmerising eyes lingered on me a bit longer than they had to. But the idea that she would have actually kissed me seemed so unreal as to be a fragment of my imagination. And yet, the taste of red wine on her lips, the faint scent of cigarettes entwined with her rosy perfume, the feel of her heat as she pushed her body against me… It all seemed so real and vivid that I reasoned I could not have merely conjured it all up.

I could not believe that I had let her walk away. I wished I would have stopped her, and I wanted to kick myself for being so useless. I wanted to talk to her about it. Hell, I thought about trying to find out where she lived, then go to her house and ring the doorbell. But I also wondered why she had run – was it because she felt that what we had done was inappropriate? It was clear to me that her career meant everything to her, and kissing a student would definitely be seen as unprofessional by the institution… The last thing I wanted was to put her job at risk. Perhaps she had run for a good reason: maybe the kiss had merely been a spur of the moment thing, induced by a little bit too much wine and a disappointing night out. Perhaps she thought it had been poor judgement, something that could potentially have reflected badly on her if someone had walked in on us. I certainly did not want to be a hindrance to her.

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He had been driving forever it seemed. Now every sign post and group of buildings looked the same in the dim illumination of the car’s headlights. How he could have gotten so lost was beyond him. The dreary roads became very ominous once the fuel light started flashing several minutes before. Unfortunately, the last gas station had been passed quite a while before he had noticed how low he was on gas.

The car, as expected, started to stall and finally came to a stop. With a sigh he locked the vehicle and started out on foot down the dark road. About an hour passed until, finally, lights could be seen up ahead. As he neared the building a lone figure stood at the doorway. The person was hard to make out but their actions were clear; they were locking the doors to a convenience store. He picked up his pace and approached the figure.

She turned abruptly, startled by his quick pace.

“I’m not some psycho; I just had car trouble and I need gasoline,” he quickly explained. The woman looked at him, still shaken and a bit nervous.

“I don’t mean to be rude but you can’t be too careful these days.”

“Fully understandable,” he replied. “Honestly, I’m far from home, I have no one to call, and my rented car ran out of gas a few miles back.”

The woman looked him over. He seemed sincere and she was attracted to him by his situation. He was several years younger then her, which added to her desire. He seemed like a nice young man asking for her guidance and it turned her on. She held her keychain with her mace tightly in her left hand, just in case.

“Well, as you can see, there is no gas here, but I have a gas can at my house,” she offered.

“I would really appreciate it. I’m in quite a bind and I will repay you for your help.”

“I’m sure you will,” she said confidently.

They walked to her car and she activated the automatic locks. They both stepped in and drove off. As they sat and made polite small talk he was able to really look at his rescuer. She was a bit older then him and he imagined her beauty had only grown with age. Her frame was small and her body seemed to that of a woman many years younger. She wore a rather short pleated skirt that hiked up a bit in the driver’s seat, revealing her soft, supple legs. Her feet were cover in a pair of calf high boots; a look he really liked. Her shirt was low-cut and accentuated her small, supple breasts. She had a very natural sexuality and he found himself unable to look away from her. Her short hair played against her pretty face as she talked and her full lips were ruby red.

She noticed his glances and knew that he was trying to look at her without being too obvious. She was feeling so attracted to this stranger she thought she would be bold, and take a chance.

“So you seem to like what you see,” she coyly remarked.

“Oh. Um… Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. But, yes, I find you very attractive,” he stammered.

“What is your name?” she asked.

“Chris. Yours?”

“Hi Chris. I’m Cindy,” she responded.

“Well, Cindy, are you married?”

What a question! She knew where this might lead. And she was hoping it would go there. She lost her husband 2 years ago in an auto accident. She took the life insurance money and purchased the convenience store. She had been running it ever since. She liked being an independent business woman, but it was lonely. There had been no men in her life since she lost her husband. Oh, she tried the dating scene, but they all wanted one of two things; her body or her money. What she wanted and needed was a friend who appreciated her for who she was.

But, since that was an impossible find, she was considering one other option. Here was an attractive young man, “just passing through”. What would it be like to have hot, passionate sex with a stranger, knowing you would never see one another again? No strings, just great physical satisfaction.

The notion began to build steam in her mind. All this was rushing through her head as she answered his question.

“Widowed. You?”

“I almost married once,” he said, casino siteleri “but it did not work out. I travel a lot and that’s hard on a relationship.”

As he finished his thought, they arrived at her house. She lived on a back rural road, in a modern yet rustic log cabin. She parked the car in the garage and they got out.

“The gas can is right there,” she said as she pointed to the back of the garage. “Would you like to come in for coffee?”

She knew she was taking a chance but she thought she had a good read on him and felt the chance a good risk.

He was very attracted to her and suspected she was offering him an opportunity. He was already painfully hard, his physical attraction strong. He nodded to her offer and they walked into her house.

They were instantly greeted by two big, beautiful Golden Retrievers. She reached down and warmly greeted each dog. He liked the way her face glowed with love for them. After they finished saying Welcome Home to their mistress, they were introduced to him. He smiled and patted each one on the head. Smart, kind, obedient animals.

She put her keys and purse on the counter and started to make coffee. He looked around the house and learned a lot about her from what he saw. The place was neat and orderly but still warm and homey. The furnishings were conservative and tasteful.

“Here we go. Let’s sit on the couch,” she said.

Before she sat down, she put a few logs on the woodstove in the large, cathedral ceiling living room. The woodstove had a glass front so you could see the merry flames as well as feel the welcome warmth.

She sat down next to him on the small couch. Their knees were only inches apart, but they both could feel the electricity sparking between them. Silently, they sipped. He wanted to be forward and touch her, but did not want to scare her away. She knew she would have to make a move if anything was to happen. She sensed his hesitancy.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his erection. “You know? You only live once. Take a chance,” she said to herself.

What she did next surprised even her.

She reached over, put a hand on his thigh to get his attention, and leaned into a kiss when he turned his face to her. The contact was electrifying! When their lips touched, they both got chills. His hardon got tighter. She could feel the trickling warmth of her desire.

When the kiss broke, they looked into each other’s eyes and simultaneously burst out laughing. Perfect! The laughter broke the tension. “Look, Chris, I would be very interested in getting physical with you tonight. Forgive my forwardness, but I sense this is what you want, too. I do not normally do this; in fact, I have not been with a man since my husband passed away. I am not looking to commit you to anything, but I wish to be bold here and have a hot, passionate experience with you.”

He could not believe his ears. He liked her more and more as he came to know her. “I, too, am not casual about my encounters. However, I would enjoy you on whatever terms you set.”

She put her coffee cup down and took his hand as she stood up. He silently followed her lead. She led him to her bedroom. The room was large and roomy. The bed neat. Kingsize. She led him right to the bed and gently pushed him down on it. She leaned over him and kissed him again. This kiss was deep and made both of them even hotter. She moved her hands along his chest and felt the strength there. She broke the kiss and ran her hands over his attractive face for a moment. She boldly reached her hand and felt his erection through his pants. A moan escaped him. She came back up and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest exposed, she ran her hands lightly over his skin. She liked the look and feel of his chest. She brought her face to it next, smelled of him, ran her hair and cheek lightly over his skin. His masculine odor was very appealing.

She moved to his pants next. Quickly, she unbuckled his belt. She unsnapped his jeans and eased the zipper down. In a deft move, she had his pants lowered. She looked up at him and he humped his slot oyna legs up so she could remove his pants entirely. There he was; she took a moment to appreciate him. His chest was exposed, as were his long legs. He had a lean, strong look about him. She could not help but admire his erection bolding outlined through his shorts. Their eyes met and the smoky, half-lidded, passionate look they exchanged told them both this was right.

She wanted to taste him very badly. She moved her face to his hips and put her lips on his cock through his shorts. She blew her hot breath on him. His cock jerked reflexively. She wanted to take her time, but she was hot and really needed to feel his flesh. She lifted his shorts and took them off, too. Again, she took a moment to admire him. She reached over to the head of his cock and saw the clear, moist drop of his desire. She touched it lightly with her finger and spread it around his head. She dropped her head to his cock and licked it lightly. She lazily circled his head, around the tip, with her tongue. Holding his cock in one hand, she licked down the front of it. Lightly back to the head, then down the front. First slowly, then with increasing tempo.

His eyes were closed at first and he was thinking how incredible, and unlikely, this was. He opened his eyes and watched her expertly enjoy his cock. She was good! The best part was her obvious pleasure. She was truly into pleasing him. Tasting him. Pleasuring him. He closed his eyes again and just enjoyed.

Now she was really getting into it. She was gasping and writhing as she began to suck him. She took all of him deeply in her mouth. Then back up. Down again. First slowly and hotly, then with increasingly fast strokes. On her way up, she would apply suction, drawing more of his desire out.

She could tell he was getting close to cumming, so she eased off. She wanted him to have a chance to pleasure her. She gave one last deep, warm suck, a long lick, and one more circle of his head. She came back up, climbed over him, joining him in bed.

“Oh, that was GREAT,” he gasped.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I sure did. But I’m so hot now, I’d love it of you would return the favor.”

He laughed at her comment and kissed her deeply on the lips. He rolled over her body, ending up on top, straddling her. His tongue and lips played along her neck and the exposed part of her chest above her shirt. His hands trembled a bit with excitement as he pulled her arms over her head. He then slid both his hands down her sides and began to unbutton her blouse. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands glided over her hard nipples, beneath the cotton of her garment. Each button he undid allowed his hot mouth to continue to descend down her chest and stomach. She lay under him, shirt unbuttoned, with her small firm breasts hidden only beneath her lacy violet bra. He took in her beauty as he sat up and her own hands grasped his thighs tightly.

“I want your mouth all over me,” she whimpered.

His hands found her breasts again and he grasped them through her bra. He pulled the straps from over her shoulders and began to lower her bra to her stomach. Her nipples were hard and ready to be enjoyed. He leaned over and gently ran his tongue over her breasts. He nibbled and played gently at first, letting her excitement build. His kisses and licks became gently sucking, as he switched back and forth between her tits. Her legs writhed up between his and he felt her crotch through her skirt. He ran his hands up her skirt, exposing her matching lace panties. He leaned back and slid her skirt off, throwing it to the corner. He kneeled at the foot of the bed and gently pulled her tight, soft legs toward him. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed and he lowered his head between her legs. His hot breath through her panties made her even hotter, her own hands groped at her breasts.

His hands gripped her ass tightly and he found the top of her panties, pulling them down and off. Her pussy was already quite wet with her excitement. She had shaved her pussy that morning, leaving a soft stubble around canlı casino siteleri her wetness. He gently licked and kissed each inner thigh, his already strong hard-on pulsed with excitement. The smell of her turned him on even before he tasted her. His tongue gently touched her lips and he drank in the first bit of her wetness.

He played there a bit; licking and kissing her outer lips enough to make her squirm. He continued to do this until he felt her hands on either sides of his face; not pushing but guiding. He knew she wanted more and began to dart his tongue in and out of her wetness. She tasted so good, he wanted to get his tongue as deeply into her as he could. As he picked up the pace, his chin and lips became drenched with her hot cum. His hand slid toward her and he inserted a finger inside her as he continued.

“Ohhhh, OHHH Yesss, lick my pussy, baby; that’s it,” she begged.

Her somewhat dirty talk was unexpected but appreciated; it made him hotter and hotter knowing how good he was making her feel. He rose up briefly and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, letting her taste her own wetness. She crawled over him and began to straddle him. His hands reached below her thighs before she could lower herself on to his cock.

“Not yet…” he told her.

He forcefully moved her toward his face, and she sat over him, now in control of him. She pushed her pussy over his face and grabbed the headboard to steady herself. His hands grabbed at her tight ass as he continued to eat her out. He moaned as did she, their sexual noises turning the other on even more. He felt her ass tighten and he knew she was close. He continued his pace, and her juices were now dripping all over his face.

“Oh, God, YES, YES!! I’m CUMMING!!!” she screamed.

Her body shook and a flood of her juices flowed into his mouth. She was quivering, but still managed to lower herself to his knees. Still shaking, she took his rock-hard cock back in her hot mouth and began to lick. He was so hard and so ready. She was hungry for the feel of his stiff rod deep inside her. She thought of this as she sucked and licked.

Suddenly, he grabbed her head. She looked up at him; at the intense look on his face. She knew just what he needed; it was what she needed, too. She moved back up his body and this time he let her straddle his cock. She eased it in just a little. Even though she was hot and had already cum, her pussy was very tight. He almost lost it right there! But she sensed this and backed off. She eased on again, a little deeper, then up. Down, then up. Each time a little deeper. Each time she stopped for a moment longer before moving back up. Finally, he was in her all the way. He could feel the end of her inside. Her pussy lips were resting on his balls. A perfect fit!

She raised up one more time, partially, then down all the way, pushing, squirming, pushing deeper. Her head was thrown back. Her nipples hard and thrust out like pencil erasers. His hands were on her hips. She grabbed his wrists, quivered, and screamed out as she came fiercely. Watching her cum like that brought him to peak instantly. He cried out as he came, too. He came so hard he could feel it right through his balls.

“Oh, that was incredible!” she said when she got her breath back. She was laying by his side now, still in bed. She still had her calf boots on. Her bra still around her stomach.

“Oh, yes, it was,” he agreed.

They got up and got dressed. She had to get up early in the morning and he still had a long drive ahead of him tonight. They grabbed the gas can and got in her car. They were both thinking about how awesome they were together and regretting they would never see one another again.

When they got to his car, he put the gas in. He unlocked the door and climbed in. She stood outside his door to say goodbye.

“I never paid you for the gas!” he remembered.

“Oh yes! Yes, you did,” she stated. She smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss.

“You know, I do get up this way every now and again…”

“And you know where I live,” she replied.

They both smiled as he drove away. She went back to her car and wondered if she’d ever see him again. When he drove past her convenience store a moment later, he thought to himself, “Yes, I think I’ll be out this way soon indeed!”

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