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New Boss: Part 1This story could be posted in any of a number of categories, but I chose ‘lesbian sex’ because that’s what makes up the bulk of the tale. There is a strong element of consensual BDSM involved, but nothing nasty or heavy, more humiliation and tease than pain. In the main it’s a lesbian romance, a love story with a bit of kinky sex included. I hope you enjoy and please comment, as that’s the only way I can know what you think…………………….Anna knocked nervously at the door. The dark carved wood seemed to bear down on her like a symbol of doom, mocking her uncertainties and reminding her harshly of her limitations. She didn’t want to be there, didn’t want this change, this so called promotion. She was happy to stay where she was, content to follow, to blend in, unnoticed, just do her work and go home to her small apartment. But Sheila had decreed otherwise. Sheila: the manager of the office and also her friend, who had plucked her from the comfort of anonymity and thrust her into the spotlight. Anna cursed her, and she cursed herself for allowing Sheila to talk her into it.Corrine Bletchley was the owner of this small company. To all of the twenty employees she was almost God, and Sheila had designated Anna to be God’s personal assistant. Gerald Bletchley, Corrine’s father, had died just a month earlier, leaving his daughter in sole control, but she was new to the business, certainly capable but still with much to learn. And so she needed somebody with experience to help ease her into her new position, someone like Anna. Hence her new job description.Anna knocked again and received a one word response “come.”The room was much as Anna had imagined it would be: grim and foreboding, with lots of dark wood panelling. Heavily laden bookshelves lined one wall, two chairs and a small table sat opposite. Facing the door were two large windows, while portraits of people Anna didn’t recognize hung on the walls amongst more familiar paintings, she briefly wondered how many of them were originals and how much wealth was hanging there? Probably more than she’d ever earn in her lifetime she thought. As she walked through the door she faced a huge oak desk that dominated the room. Corrine Bletchley sat behind it writing studiously into a large ledger, she didn’t look up but pointed with her pen to the chairs off to one side.Anna had seen her new boss only twice before, both times as Corrine had walked through the main office, to all intents and purposes ignoring the minions there. Anna hadn’t yet formed an opinion about the woman who was her boss, she didn’t know her well enough and had never even spoken to her, but she imagined her to be aloof and arrogant, not someone Anna would ever call a friend. But now, coming face to face, she took the time to study the young woman. For young she was: no more than thirty two or perhaps thirty three years old, just five years older than Anna. She was tall and slim, with shoulder length brown hair and an attractive, most would say, beautiful face, the half round reading glasses perched upon the end of her nose seemed to add to her appeal. She oozed self confidence and Anna could only compare herself unfavourably. She sat nervously, thinking that perhaps she shouldn’t be there; she was just an ordinary girl, while Corrine Bletchley would succeed in whatever she did with or without either her father’s legacy or Anna’s assistance.She waited patiently for Corrine to pause in her work but it was as though she had been forgotten. The large room was quiet, so quiet the only sounds the ticking of the ugly old clock on the wall and the scratching of Corrine’s pen. The sun shone through half open blinds and Anna watched dust motes floating in the air. Then finally Corrine looked up, the sunlight shining through her hair making it appear like a halo. She pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose and then thought better of it, so removed them and laid them on the desk in front of her.”Anna?” she asked, although it sounded more of a declaration.”Er, um yes ma’am,” Anna replied a little flustered, the sudden question had taken her by surprise as she sat with her hands in her lap, but then she jumped up and stood, almost to attention, before Corrine’s desk.”So you’re my new girl?” Corrine said, Anna nodded in reply “and how long have you been with us?” Corrine asked, at last showing some interest in her subordinate.”Er, n, nine years ma’am.””Oh, so you’re not so new after all? And do try to relax, I don’t bite, at least not always, and depending on how you taste of course,” Corrine’s attempted humour completely bypassed Anna who remained nervously straight faced, but that may have had something to do with the fact that it had been said without a hint of a smile. “Right,” Corrine said, getting back to the business in hand “So I can assume that you know what you’re doing, how things work?” she said, and Anna nodded affirmatively “has Sheila explained what I need?” again Anna nodded “good. Your desk is just though there, I’ll call you when I need you.” Corrine finished curtly then returned her attention to her work.Anna stood for a few seconds before she realized that she had been dismissed. She felt a little stunned at how brief the meeting had been, she wanted to say something, anything, but could think of nothing. So she mumbled a polite thank you and walked to the door, she was about to exit when Corrine’s voice stopped her.”Oh one more thing: The trousers are not suitable, a smart skirt and jacket would be much more appropriate and you’re hair could do with a little attention,” Corrine said, not even looking up from her work as she spoke. Anna looked down at her shapeless, baggy trousers, and she subconsciously pushed a lank strand of red hair back behind her ear. She wanted to protest but her bottom lip trembled and she didn’t trust herself not to cry. She didn’t reply, just let herself out and quietly closed the door behind her…………………………..”Can’t you get somebody else to do it? There must be someone?” Anna asked Sheila. They were sitting facing each other over the small cafe table. Sheila brushed her muddy blonde hair away from her eyes and sipped her coffee, Anna’s remained untouched.Anna had sat, bored, at her new desk all morning, her only task was to take just three phone calls. She then scanned her computer and checked a few files in an effort to find something to do while waiting in vain for Corrine to give her some real work. After two hours she decided to take a break and made straight to where she knew Sheila would be. She explained how rude Corrine had been to her and pleaded to be moved back to her old position.”She needs a receptionist not an assistant,” she added.”No one else has your experience Annie, no one knows how this company works better than you,” Sheila said.”What about Pam or Christine, or even David?” Anna suggested. They were all people who had been with the firm as long if not longer than Anna.”David’s too old and both Pam and Christine are married with c***dren, they can’t work with the flexibility that you have. And let’s be honest, you’re much better qualified.””But it’s so boring, I hate it, and I don’t know if I can work with her, she seems so…detached…isolated.””Come on Annie, give it a chance, how would it appear if I suddenly replaced you after just a couple of hours? Do you want to tell her why? Tell her to her face that you don’t like her? Because I won’t,” Sheila said “anyway,” she continued “she’s really not so bad when you get to know her.””How would you know? She’s ignored me for most of the morning, and when she does talk she makes me feel like I’m some sort of lower being,” Anna complained.”Look, I’ll tell you what: give it a couple of weeks, maybe a month, see how it goes. If it doesn’t work out I promise to do something,” Sheila said reaching across the table to squeeze Anna’s hands “trust me: when you get to know her I guarantee you’ll like her.””I don’t know,” Anna said, but it was clear that she was softening “And what about the clothes thing? How dare she criticize what I wear?””It’s just about appearances Annie, when you were in my office it was just you and me and the other girls, it didn’t really matter how you dressed. But you’re the first person visitors see now, important visitors. It’s all about image, and let’s face it Annie, you do look a bloody state,” Sheila finished with a chuckle.”Thanks a bunch, with friends like you who needs enemies?” Anna grumped.”Seriously though, give it a month, do it for me, please? I guarantee you’ll thank me in the end.”Anna sighed, Sheila had said the magic words and she couldn’t let her friend down “okay. But if she criticizes me one more time I’ll let her know what she can do with her job.”Sheila smiled her appreciation, while she honestly believed Anna would eventually love her new position, she knew that she would never carry out her threat, and deep down Anna knew it too……………………….So Anna returned to her office determined to make things work. The following day she would dig out something to wear, though God knew what? She didn’t even remember if she actually owned any business clothes, and it’d be a miracle if they still fitted her, and even if they did they’d be years out of date. Well Corrine bloody Bletchley would just have to put up with it, that’s what she told herself, but inside she was in turmoil, desperately worried that she wouldn’t come up to scratch.Her concerns though were needless: in an effort to pass the time she had just finished going through another boring file and it was mid afternoon when Corrine announced that she was going home. She walked past Anna’s desk without saying goodbye, but then suddenly stopped as though she had forgotten something.”You’re still wearing those trousers?” she said turning round sharply.”Err, yes. I haven’t had time to go home to change; I’ll find something more appropriate tonight.”Corrine stood looking down at illegal bahis her assistant, staring silently until Anna was forced to lower her eyes.”Clearly my desires aren’t high on your list of priorities,” Corrine said sarcastically “I deliberately didn’t push work your way thinking you were busy making yourself more presentable. Do you normally find it so difficult to follow instructions?””I, I didn’t realize. I’m s, sorry.”Corrine sighed impatiently “take the rest of the day, go to Blackwell’s, I assume even you know where that is?” Corrine said. Anna nodded, feeling small “tell them I sent you and what you need. Let them sort you out. Put everything on my account. They have my phone number if there’s any problem.”Blackwell’s was one of the more select stores in town. Anna would normally never dream of shopping there, but Corrine had offered to pay…or had she? Would Anna be expected to repay the bill? God! That could cripple her finances. No, she couldn’t let that happen. She would go instead to a chain store, buy something more in keeping with her situation, though heaven knows she could ill afford even that? What with the rent on her apartment and the money she’d lost on the shitheap of a car she’d bought.”Well?” Anna’s thoughts were interrupted by Corrine’s question.”Pardon? I’m sorry, I was just thinking,””I don’t pay you to think. Blackwell’s now! Go. And don’t bother to come in tomorrow unless you’re dressed properly,” and with that Corrine strode from the office.Anna sat at her desk, her face burning; she didn’t know whether through anger or embarrassment, but at that moment she did know that she hated Corrine Bletchley more than anyone in the world……………………As it transpired Blackwell’s wasn’t as bad as Anna imagined, actually it was good, no, better than good, in fact it was amazing. She was nervous at first, feeling so out of place just walking through the door, convinced that everyone inside would be looking down on her, wondering what such an ordinary girl, who obviously couldn’t afford their prices, was doing in a place like that. But she couldn’t believe how polite and attentive the assistants were: she was made to feel like royalty, maybe the mention of Corrine’s name had something to do with it but no matter, this was an experience she wanted to treasure.With the help of a wonderful assistant named Annabelle, Anna chose three outfits; two suits and a dress, along with the required accessories. She also bought two pairs of shoes, both with heels much higher than she was used to, but Annabelle insisted they were just perfect.”Are you buying these things for yourself or for Corrine?” Annabelle asked as she collected the shoes.”Er, me. Why, what do you mean?”Annabelle moved in closer to speak quietly “I know her very well, and she’s a lovely person…but…well, Corrine has certain standards. If you’re buying these clothes on her suggestion, she’ll want the whole package.””I still don’t understand,” Anna said, and she began to wonder just what she was getting herself into.”Its okay, it’s nothing to worry about. But you did say that you were Corrine’s new assistant. so she’ll see you as an extension of herself,” Annabelle squatted to be at eye level with Anna, who was sitting, having just tried on some beautiful shoes “do you mind if I give you some advice,” she said. Anna nodded dumbly so she continued “Corrine is very image conscious, she’ll want people to be as impressed with you as they are with her. She probably chose you because she knows what you’re capable of, and because she really likes you. Now let’s take you to see Michelle.”Anna didn’t reply, but followed as though in a daze, she tried to process what Annabelle had said: to find some hidden meaning. But for some reason five words kept echoing in her head: “because she really likes you.”Michelle was the manageress of the lingerie department. Annabelle introduced Anna and smiled reassuringly “I’ll be through there when you’re finished, you just have fun and I’ll see if Daniel can squeeze you in.””Who, who’s Daniel?” Anna asked, but Annabelle had already gone.”He’s a hair stylist, one of the best,” Michelle, a statuesque forty something blonde said “trust me: you’ll look and feel like a new woman once he’s done,” like Annabelle she was charming, polite and immaculately presented, and she guided Anna into a wonderland of silk and lace……………..Anna did indeed look like a new woman as she walked into the office the following day. Everyone but everyone complemented her new look, and the men in particular seemed to treat her differently. even Graham, who she had worked with for the past two years, and who had always treated her more like a sister, now he held the door for her, and grinned like a puppy as he brought her coffee.She enjoyed the complements but felt uncomfortable being the centre of attention, and quickly made her way to the sanctuary of her own office.Thirty minutes later Corrine entered; she was reading a folded newspaper and absently nodded a greeting to Anna as she passed. Then as her hand touched the door to her office she suddenly stopped.”Stand up,” she said, turning back toward the seated woman.Anna obeyed, nervously straightening the front of her new blue skirt.Corrine stood statue still, just her eyes moved as she inspected her assistant: from the black four inch heels, up past the slim nylon covered calves, the knee length pencil skirt and matching jacket, the extremely pretty face to the perfectly styled red hair.”You’ll do,” she said before turning away and disappearing through the door.Anna stood for fully two minutes staring at the closed portal. Then raising her hand to brush away a loose strand of hair she realized that she was shaking and sat down with a deep sigh. a small smile began to blossom on her face as she thought about all the nice comments, the complements and admiring looks she had received, but for some reason her happiness was mostly from the knowledge that she had somehow pleased Corrine…………………Sheila blew out smoke into the breeze and studied her electronic cigarette as though she had just discovered it “I don’t know why I bother with this, its crap, nothing like the real thing.””I don’t know why you don’t just give up completely, especially now, with the baby on the way,” Anna said.”Okay don’t preach, you just don’t know what it’s like. But you’re right, I should stop. So it turned out not so bad after all, with Corrine I mean?” she said, not looking up.”What? Oh, no, no it’s not too bad I suppose, better than I thought,” Anna replied, surprised by the change of subject. Anna didn’t smoke, but like many others, she gravitated toward the smoker’s area to be with company, and with her new unpredictable timetable she had to take any opportunity she could to chat with her friend.”You certainly look better; in fact you look fucking amazing,” Sheila said with a grin “come on, and tell the truth: you love it.”Anna let out a breath, it was her forth week into her new job and she couldn’t deny that things were certainly better “yeah okay, I admit it, it’s good. I like it, but Corrine takes some getting used to.””Wait until you get to know her better, I promise you’ll love her.””Oh I like her well enough, but it’s not easy. Everyone keeps saying how great she is, but I never really know where I stand with her,” Anna explained “I’ll do something and she completely ignores me, other times she’ll come right out of the blue to criticize or praise me for nothing. It’s difficult.””Would you like me to have a word with her, make sure everything’s okay?” Sheila asked, as she tucked her ‘cigarette’ into her chest pocket.”God no! Don’t you dare. I can handle it,” Anna quickly replied.”Okay, look I really have to get back, if you have any problems, anything, just let me know. Understand?”Anna nodded as they hugged and both went to leave, but then something Annabelle had said suddenly came back to her “Sheila, this job: did you assign me or did Corrine ask for me?”Sheila stopped with her hand on the doorknob “er, she asked for you, by name. Why? Does it matter?””No, no it’s nothing. I just wondered. I’ll catch you later,” Anna wondered herself why she needed to know, but she did feel flattered, and it was something that had been in her mind. But now the question was…why?Sheila hesitated for a second, made to go then turned back; she plucked the e-cigarette from her pocket and with a grin dropped it in the bin………………….Something else had been worrying Anna for almost a month, and she eventually plucked up the courage to ask. It wasn’t that she was scared of Corrine but more by what the answer would be. So pulling back her shoulders and steeling herself she knocked on the door and entered. Corrine’s office no longer felt as gloomy or daunting now that Anna was familiar with it, but suddenly she felt as nervous as the first time she had entered. And she stood before the desk waiting to be acknowledged.”Yes?” Corrine said looking up almost immediately, she seemed happy, smiling brightly and Anna perked up a little. Perhaps it was her generous nature, but she liked to see Corrine happy.”It’s about my clothes ma’am, I was wondering, I was concerned…””Is there something wrong with them? They look fine to me,” Corrine interrupted.””No, no there’s nothing wrong, they’re beautiful in fact and I love them. It’s just that…well they cost so much, and I did get a little carried away. I’m worried about the money ma’am.”Corrine deliberately and carefully laid down her pen before speaking again “if I recall correctly I told you to put them on my account, you did do that I assume?” she raised one eyebrow in question though she already knew the answer, and the amount down to the last penny.”Yes, but I’m not sure how I’ll repay you, as I said: I did get carried away,” Anna said with an embarrassed grin.”My instructions were to buy yourself more appropriate clothing and use my account, exactly when did I stipulate illegal bahis siteleri a limit? Or mention repayment?””Er, you didn’t ma’am.””Good. So, was there anything else?””No, no ma’am, thank you.”Anna still wasn’t entirely sure that she didn’t have to repay the money, but it seemed that way, and assuming that the matter was closed she went to leave but was stopped as she reached the door.”Oh Anna,” Corrine called.”Yes Miss Bletchley?” she replied turning her head to look back.”You do look very nice” Corrine declared smiling and holding on to Anna’s gaze.Anna wasn’t quite sure how to reply so just mumbled “thank you,” and returned to her desk, realizing, as she sat down that she was blushing and grinning like a c***d……….An hour before she was due to leave for the day Anna’s intercom buzzed “yes ma’am,” she said holding down the button.”There are a few issues with the Heywood account that need fixing, we’ll be working late tonight,” Corrine informed her.Anna immediately searched for her copy of the Heywood account in an attempt to get a head start. If Corrine said late it usually meant late. It had happened a few times before and Anna usually bemoaned having her evening ruined, but for some reason that she couldn’t define, that particular night she felt quite happy to stay late, in fact she was looking forward to it…………………..It was nine pm and Corrine was sitting on one of the small armchairs with her feet resting on the other, she held a sheaf of papers which she dropped onto the coffee table with a sigh, then she stood, stretched her shoulders and arched her cramped back to call a halt to the working day. She walked around the office in her stockinged feet – her shoes had been kicked off an hour previously- while Anna, sitting at Corrine’s desk, checked her notes ensuring that she had everything down.”Well, I don’t know about you but I’m starving. How do you fancy Chinese?” Corrine asked.”Um Pardon?” Anna was still concentrating on her pad.”Put that down and fetch your jacket,” Corrine said as she reached for her shoes “we’re going to eat.”Anna knew better than to protest, and in fact she was very hungry and Chinese did sound nice. So they called a taxi, leaving Corrine’s car in her garage, and thirty minutes later they arrived outside a restaurant that Anna had never been to, but judging by the reaction of the staff, Corrine was clearly a favoured customer.It was late on a Wednesday evening and apart from Anna and Corrine there were only six other customers. The waiter greeted “Miss Corrine” and guided them to a secluded table. Corrine ordered a number of dishes without consulting the menu, plus two expensively sounding bottles of wine. She clearly noticed the look of concern on Anna’s face and said “don’t worry, It’s my treat,” as she filled the two glasses.The food was wonderful and the wine delicious, a fact that Anna commented on “I could get used to this,” she said taking a large swallow from her glass “so much better than my usual supermarket plonk.”Corrine clinked her own glass against Anna’s “only the best for my girl now hey?” she said.”Cheers,” Anna responded. Corrine’s good humour was infectious and Anna couldn’t help smiling, but at the back of her mind was a tiny itch that wondered what Corrine meant by “my girl.” And she took another sip.They ate and they talked, first about work but soon found other common interests. Anna grew more comfortable and began to understand why everyone liked Corrine so much. Over the past few weeks she had learned to understand her boss’ ways, and actually enjoyed working for her, she had grown to appreciate her dry sense of humour and respect her hard working attitude. But outside of the office she was a different person, maybe not too different, just more relaxed and open, and without the clipped speech that always made her sound so utterly serious. And all in all Anna found herself really enjoying her company.A bottle of wine had vanished and two glasses were missing from the second. The immaculately presented dishes had been destroyed as Corrine leaned back contentedly and asked “so, who’s Anna? Who is she?”Anna sipped her wine; she was feeling uncommonly merry “I’m Anna Greer,” she said brightly “twenty eight years old and single, I…””No, no no. I want to know about you, the real you, who are you really Anna?” Corrine said.Anna thought for a minute, Corrine’s beautiful blue eyes stared unwavering, and when she spoke it was little more than a whisper “I’m Anna. I want people to like me. I think it’s because I only really have my sister and she lives in New Zealand, and I’m scared of being alone. Not physically, but emotionally. I hate letting people down, so I only have a few good friends, that way I know I can be there when…if they need me. I suppose it could be seen as being selfish but it’s a self preservation thing really, an attempt to insulate myself from the risk of disappointing.””What about goals, ambitions. What do you want to make of your life?” Corrine cut in.”I’m not sure I have any. Oh I used to, I wanted to be successful, to be rich and powerful, no, that’s not true, I never wanted to be powerful,” she paused, considering her words “power implies control of others and that’s just not me. I’m a follower, happy to blend in. that’s probably why I was still in the main office: I guess the less responsibility I have the less chance I have of failure. I’m quite shy, well maybe not, just nervous around authority,” she dipped her finger into her wine and swirled it around for a moment “I didn’t want to work for you, you know” she said quietly.Corrine made no effort to respond, she sat patiently waiting for Anna to elaborate.”I begged Sheila to give the job to someone else. I even considered leaving,” she continued.”I know, she told me,” Corrine said.”What! The cow, I asked her not to say anything,” Anna squeaked, and then giggled when the people on another table looked round.”It doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t have let her take you away anyhow,” Corrine said. Anna didn’t know what to say, so Corrine added “after all, I didn’t want to start training another girl.””I’m glad I didn’t, leave I mean,” Anna hurriedly put in.”So am I…alright, so what about romance? Does the lovely Anna have someone special, a boyfriend…a girlfriend?””Nope, No one, just little old me. I suppose you could say I’m just unlucky in love,” she was silent for a moment before continuing “I had a boyfriend, a few actually, but they never last. I guess it’s me, I must do something to drive them away, perhaps I’m too needy, I don’t know. Oh God, this is so embarrassing, I can’t believe I’m telling you all this.” Anna quickly turned her head to the side to hide the hurt.Corrine reached across the table to touch Anna’s cheek, her thumb stroking away an imaginary tear “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.””It’s okay, drink always makes me maudlin.” Anna said.”This is all getting a bit serious, I think we need to lighten the mood. Time for some cocktails,” Corrine announced, waving to attract the waiters attention.Seconds later three men appeared, two to clear away the redundant dishes and another to take their order “my very special friend here would like sex on the beach, and for myself I’d love to get my lips around a slippery nipple,” Corrine said, causing Anna to squeal with laughter and the waiters to chuckle politely at the oft heard joke………….A taxi was waiting as they exited the restaurant close to midnight. They were both, if not drunk, a little tipsy. Corrine gave the driver her address and Anna said to drop her at a convenient bus stop.”Don’t be ridiculous, it’s too late and you’ve had far too much to drink, I’m not allowing you to go home alone as you are. You’ll stay with me, I have ample room,” Corrine said, trying unsuccessfully to use the same authoritative tone she used in the office.Usually Anna wouldn’t dream of imposing, but it was true that she had had quite a bit to drink, and she suspected that the last bus had already gone. And she had had such a good time that she was reluctant for it to end. So maybe despite her better judgment she agreed…………..Anna thought her apartment was nice, but Corrine’s was luxurious, like something from a magazine. She sat on a couch, teetering on the edge, afraid to disturb the fabric.”Make yourself at home, and I mean it: I’ll find you something to sleep in and if you don’t have your feet up when I come back you’re fired,” Corrine said leaving Anna to gaze at the opulence of the apartment.Corrine returned a moment later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses “or would you prefer tea?” she asked.”Oh I don’t mind, whatever you’re having,” Anna said.Corrine disappeared again and Anna walked around the room, she noticed a remote control and somehow managed to work out how to use the audio system. Amongst all the wealth and finery she felt a bit out of place and wondered if she should have insisted on going home. But then she caught her reflection in a mirror, she saw a smart elegant woman, attractive and sophisticated. Nothing like the old Anna, who slouched about in jeans and tee-shirt. She’d just had a very enjoyable evening with wonderful company so why shouldn’t she make the most of it? She kicked off her shoes and sat on the sofa with her legs tucked under her, and trying to appear more confident and comfortable than she felt she poured herself a glass of spirit.Corrine returned moments later bearing a tray and they sat and drank tea and whiskey while they talked into the early hours.Anna spoke more about herself: how both her parents had died when she was young and how she cared for her younger sister while they both lived with an elderly aunt. How she did exceptionally well at school but had to miss out on university due to financial reasons.”Couldn’t you get help? A grant or something?” Corrine asked.”Yes, I could have, but I couldn’t leave Alison, my sister. I did a college course though: business canlı bahis siteleri studies. It’s really helped me with my job,” Anna said.Corrine had studied Anna’s file, she knew just what qualifications she had, and she knew just how bright she was. She admired the sacrifices she had made but felt for her, knowing how much more she could have achieved.Anna also found out more about her employer: she was an only c***d with a privileged upbringing. She spent a lot of time travelling after leaving university, only having her first real job when she was thrown into the deep end on the death of her father.Anna recalled how Corrine had asked about her love life, and so enquired in return “it’s complicated. I don’t have anyone at the moment, but I’m hopeful,” was all Corrine would say, leaving Anna none the wiser.Eventually Anna couldn’t stifle a yawn and Corrine handed her a flimsy piece of material “I think we should be getting to bed,” she said, and laid her hand lightly on Anna’s thigh.”What’s this?” Anna giggled, holding the small nightdress up in front of her and she peered through the near transparent material while making a comical face.Corrine’s expression changed and she spoke in a tired voice “It’s your nightie. I thought you’d like it but clearly I was wrong.”Anna held the garment to her chest: it barely reached to her crotch and was extremely low cut at the front “Oh Miss Bletchley, are you trying to seduce me?” she mocked and her giggles turned to laughter.Corrine pulled her hand away from Anna’s thigh and gently relieved her of the nightie, she stood and moved toward the door “I’ll show you to your room,” she said……..”You’ll find a toothbrush and anything else you need through there,” Corrine told Anna, indicating the ensuite bathroom “and more suitable pyjamas are in the top drawer,” she said pointedly dropping the nightie on the foot of the bed. And then she bid goodnight, walking to her own room leaving Anna staring after her, standing in the doorway feeling suddenly quite deflated……………….Anna sat on the bed staring at the wall, she felt the nightdress beneath her hand and in a fit of self loathing she gathered it up and threw it from her. Feeling uncommonly angry she brushed her teeth, then found some sleep shorts and a top and lay in the darkness. It was late and she was tired, but sleep wouldn’t come. She thought it must be because of the alcohol and was surprised that she wasn’t drunk, in fact she felt more sober than at any time during the evening. and as she lay alone she thought about the woman in another room just feet away, a woman who had been nothing but nice to her. And she had repaid that kindness with mockery. She pictured herself in the plain pyjamas she now wore and remembered the disappointment on Corrine’s face. She had hid it well but a lifetime of avoiding disappointment had taught Anna to recognize what it looked like. But she had her own life, she told herself, she wasn’t on call 24/7, and okay, so she hadn’t had a proper boyfriend for five years: that didn’t mean she was gay. And even if she was it was up to her who she slept with. Just because Corrine was rich and yeah, okay she was gorgeous as well, it didn’t mean she could expect Anna to jump into bed just when she wanted.Thinking back on the evening she smiled at the memory of some of the things they had said and done, some of the things she had told Corrine, the personal things. It had been so easy to talk to her, none of the usual reluctance and stumbling over words. She had wanted to talk, to tell Corrine all about herself and get to know her in turn. Moments flashed through her mind: the way Corrine had touched her cheek, the way she had said “my girl,” and “lovely Anna,” the way they had entwined their arms when they drank their cocktails…almost like lovers.She turned in bed, thumping down on the pillow, cursing Sheila aloud, because she had persuaded her to take the job. Then she stared at a ceiling that she couldn’t see in the dark and wished she were anywhere but there……….Corrine lifted her head at the sound of her door slowly opening. No light showed, but the grey outline in the darkness was clear. “Is everything okay?” she whispered.”I’m sorry ma’am, I’m so sorry,” Anna said sadly, sitting on the bed.As her eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight Corrine could see that Anna now wore the small nightdress “you’re drunk Anna, go back to bed,” she whispered.”I’m not drunk and I don’t want to,” Anna said.Corrine sat up, the bed sheet slid down exposing her breasts “it was a mistake; I thought…well it doesn’t matter what I thought. None of it matters.””It matters to me. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be like that. I’ve never…not with a woman, and I was scared…scared because I knew that I wanted it,” She looked down at her lap, scrunching the flimsy material of her nightdress in her hands “please Corrine, let me stay with you?”Corrine reached out to touch Anna’s hands “You really opened up with me tonight, I never realized…””That I was such a fuck up? I know I’m a Fuck up, I can’t help it. If it was a mistake, please let it be my mistake, don’t make me go through life wondering “what if.”Corrine was silent for long seconds before saying “are you really sure about this? You don’t have to; tonight I’m not your boss.””I’ve never been surer of anything,” Anna said.Corrine reached out to slip a strap from Anna’s shoulder and allowed her fingers to trail down to a barely concealed breast. She circled the nipple with her fingertips and heard a small whimper, then moved to make room and pulled the cover to one side.Anna smiled shyly in the darkness and lifted the nightie over her head, and then she lay down beside her employer…………………Anna awoke alone the next morning, but immediately heard the sound of running water and the occasional burst of singing coming from the bathroom. Smiling like a simpleton she snuggled down into the huge bed and thought about what she had done.Just one day ago, if anyone had asked her if she was gay she would have laughed in their face. Now she wasn’t sure: how could she know for certain. But she did know that after just one night of unbelievable passion she was more excited thinking about Corrine than any boy she had ever known. She flipped over onto her side and cuddled the pillow, she could smell Corrine on the sheet and she thought back just a few hours………………….Her body was soft, much softer than any man. Anna knew it would be but it still surprised her, touching her was like touching flawless silk, and her lips? Her lips were plump, soft and hot, it seemed ridiculously romantic but that’s how Anna felt: Corrine’s lips were sweet, her kiss delicious, and Anna couldn’t get enough. The only time she had ever kissed another woman was a drunken, giggling attempt with Sheila that lasted all of ten seconds. But when Corrine lowered her head and her lips touched Anna’s mouth it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was slow and gentle, as though Corrine was afraid of driving Anna away. Small, soft kisses, then longer, her small tongue flicking out, caressing, not just foreplay but an integral part of lovemaking. Then pressing, demanding, searching and delving. And Anna clung to Corrine, afraid to let go should she stop. Their bodies moved against each other, skin rubbing and growing damp with sweat, trying to make contact with every part of one another.Then Anna stiffened and her back arched from the bed as fingers found the wet, yearning space between her thighs. She spread herself, hoping to show Corrine how ready, how eager she was, how she wanted to be used and possessed. And all the time she held to Corrine’s neck, kissing and kissing again.Anna had orgasmed with Corrine laying on top of her, crushing her in the most beautiful way. She had brought her to the very edge with skilled fingers then stopped. Anna had almost despaired, and she finally stopped kissing to beg Corrine not to be so cruel. But Corrine rolled onto her and supporting herself with outstretched arms she slowly and firmly ground her pussy against Anna’s own.Anna lost all control: she humped her hips, she again pulled Corrine onto her, smothering her face with kisses, biting and licking her neck and ears. And she lasted for only a minute or two before friction told and her pussy seemed to contract and her muscles locked, and she came. She screamed but her scream was stifled as she bit onto Corrine’s shoulder.Corrine still moved against her, but more gently. And the kisses were again soft, allowing Anna to calm, gather her strength. Then she took hold of Anna’s wrists and held her arms down either side of her head. She resumed the kissing, but not Anna’s mouth. She covered her face, her neck and shoulders, and onto her breasts. She sucked a hard nipple into her mouth and bit down gently. She squeezed harder and pulled with her teeth, making the pain increase until it was almost unbearable, Anna’s whimper signalling when to stop, only for her to repeat the process on its twin.As Corrine moved down over Anna’s chest to her belly she released her arms, but Anna didn’t move, she knew that this was what Corrine wanted, for her to surrender her body, to give herself to Corrine’s pleasure. And she came again as Corrine licked her, and sucked her, and used lips, tongue and teeth to tease and enslave her. And Anna cried because she knew nothing would ever feel so wonderful again.After, as Corrine held her, Anna felt guilty: she had had the two most wonderful orgasms of her life and it only now occurred to her that Corrine hadn’t cum “thank you. And I’m sorry, I didn’t think, I was a little distracted,” she whispered into the darkness.”Sorry for what?” Corrine replied.”You know? What you did, you….you made me twice, and I never….” Anna didn’t know how to explain herself; she had never been comfortable talking about sex.”You never made me cum?” Corrine finished for her “It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t about me tonight. What you felt was the main thing. Anyway, you’ll make up for it, I can promise you,” Corrine fell asleep soon after and Anna lay awake feeling wonderful. Hoping Corrine’s words meant what she thought, that this would happen again.

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My Three Favorite Uncles – Part 4deleteddeletedVijay uncle pulled me close to him and buried his face into my neck, sniffing deeply. It caused tingling shivers in my body that originated at my neck and radiated all over my body. I loved the sensation.“Ah, Sweta,” he said in a guttural voice, “I have waited for so long to enjoy your body.” I could not help but reply, “Me too, uncle.” He laughed and turned my face towards him. He kissed my lips lightly and replied, “You smell so nice Sweta, like a flower in its bloom.”I giggled at the way he was getting poetic. “Its probably from the flowers you gave me,” I gestured to the flowers in my hair that he got. “Yes, but those are not the only kind of flowers I can smell here, babe,” he said as he leaned and sniffed hard over my neck, causing more shivers through my body.He kissed on my neck hard now, and looking into my eyes said, “And I am going to crumple up every kind of your flowers tonight.”“What?” I asked not understanding. He smiled and replied looking directly into my eyes, “I am going to fuck you, Sweta. I will take every kind of pleasure from every part of your body tonight,” his hand snaked around my bare tummy and went up till his hand clasped my blouse clad boob.He added, “Would you mind it, Sweta?.” He squeezed my boob hard as he asked me the question. I was already feeling so much pleasure that there was really only one answer I could give him. “No, Uncle, I don’t mind at all,” I gasped the words out, “Take it. Do it. Fuck me. Whatever, you want.”I could only croak out the words as I felt my body enjoy the hard man’s hands. He replied by kissing me illegal bahis again on my lips, this time opening my lips with his tongue and pushing it into my mouth. We played tag with our tongues for a bit until I felt his both hands grab on to both my boobs and started playing with them.I pulled back and started undoing the hooks on my blouse for him. “No, let me do it, Sweta,” he stopped me. He took over and undid each of the hooks in a very slow precise manner, till the last one. As he unhooked the last one, my boobs were now free of all restraints and my nipples hard, pointing straight at Vijay uncle, as if asking him to come to take them.The way he was touching and playing with my boobs got me smiling. “You like my boobs so much, uncle?” He smiled and looked at me, and then back at my boobs, his hands never leaving them replied, “Yes, Sweta.” His hands ran over the mound of the boob, around it, starting from the top, into the blouse cup, under the boob, and back on top, and then rub over the nipple.And then repeated it a many many times, “Some guys like girls face, her smile, or her ass or her legs. I like a girl’s boobs. I am a boobs man.” he said making me laugh. I smiled and replied, “Well, the way you are touching and playing with them is so nice, uncle. I am enjoying it too just as much.”I moved over his lap and sat on his thighs facing him. I kissed him on his lips for a second and lifted myself up over my knees till my boobs were right over his face. He dutifully opened his mouth and caught one boob in his mouth and his hand reached for the other.I looked down with my heart racing and shivers illegal bahis siteleri of pleasure coursing through my body as he played with one boob and sucked on the other like a baby sucking for milk. But he was not just sucking on the nipple. But he was licking and kissing and sucking and even biting every inch of my boob.His teeth found many parts of my boob in the next few minutes and I felt a jolt of sharp pain every time he licked or sucked or bit me. – on my boob, around it, on the aureole, and over the nipple many times. Somehow I got the impression that uncle was testing for my limits by biting it like that.So I just let him till he let go of the boob by himself. I simply pulled back, took a deep breath and pushed my other boob towards his mouth. Uncle was happy enough to give my second boob also the same treatment. Sharma uncle had never done this to me. I was very much enjoying the treatment uncle was giving my boobs.When he pulled back from them, I was flushed red and aroused so much that I could feel the love juice leaking freely from my pussy. I was sitting on uncle’s thigh. The moment I got off his leg, we noticed a big wet patch on his white pajama. “Well, what is this Sweta?” Uncle asked me, making me feel bashful all over.“Um,” I blushed even harder and looked down in shyness, causing him to laugh out loud. He put a finger on the wet patch and brought it to his lips, licking my pussy juice off his finger. “Mmm, that is very sweet, Sweta.” I gasped in surprise at what he did and began giggling uncontrollably.He sat me on the sofa and stood up, pulling his kurtha up. I could already canlı bahis siteleri see his pajama has a big tent at his crotch. Uncles cock was hard for me. As he pulled his kurta and baniyan off, I undid his pajama and pulled it down along with his underwear. His cock popped out.The first glimpse I had of Vijay uncles cock impressed me immediately. His cock was at least two inches bigger than Sharma uncles cock, although it was about the same thickness. By the time uncle removed his clothes on the top half of his body, I already got his cock out and was slowly stroking it, studying it.Uncle laughed, “Well, you can not wait to get your hands on an older man’s cock, can you Sweta.” I blushed but smiled and replied, “What can I say, uncle. Just like you are a boobs guy, I am a cocks girl.” I added, “I love guys cock big, small, hard, soft, every which way. It is just so beautiful to look at and hold.”He laughed reaching over his my hand that was holding his cock and began stroking his cock with my hand fast. “Well, don’t just look at it Sweta. Play with it, rub it, stroke it, kiss it” and added, “taste it.” He paused stroking his cock and squeezed it from the base all the way up to the tip.It caused a big blob of clear pre-cum to ooze out of his cock head just as he was saying, “Go on Sweta. Lick it. Taste it.” He urged me as he looked straight into my eyes. I had sucked Sharma uncles cock before, but I had never licked the precum or cum like this from his cock. The uncertainty in my mind only lasted for a moment, before my slutty gene took the decision over.I leaned forward and licked the big blob of pre-cum from the tip of Vijay uncle’s cock. To my surprise, it did not taste bad at all, in fact, it actually tasted a bit sweet. So I leaned and took his cock head in mouth and sucked on it like a straw, pulling out all the precum from his cock.tbc,,,,,

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Me and My father”So what is this place?” I asked as we turned from the road and down a tree lined lane.”It’s a surprise,” my Dad smiled at me both happily and enigmatically. We were close, me and Dad, I’d not know my Mom, she’d left when I was so small she wasn’t even a blurry figure in my memory and Dad had brought me up. As a rule we were a no secrets house, I’d come out as gay to him without a thought and let him know about all my boyfriends. He in turn had let me know about the women he was seeing, (even before he’d gone on the official first date) and as soon as I’d met them he’d be asking me my opinion, and I told him truthfully. If didn’t like them they were out – though he dated so seldom in the last eighteen years when he did I tended to make myself like them.So if he wasn’t telling me something there was a reason and normally that was because not only was it a surprise, but it was one he was confident I would like. I relaxed back in the car and looked out the window, beyond the trees I could see rolling green fields and gardens, even a lake with a small waterfall – we were obviously in the private grounds of somewhere grand and as we turned the corner that was confirmed. The building in front of us was magnificent, five stories high in the centre and even higher towers at the sides, wide and deep, with large windows and a steps up to a door through which a dozen people could have walked abreast all carrying suitcases and with room to swing them.The parking lot was almost as large, with perhaps eighty cars already parked and with several more behind us. My Dad found a space and we rolled to a stop. He switched off the ignition and turned to me, “You’re into Senior year, Todd, in less than twelve months you’ll be a college guy.””Yeah,” I nodded.”It’ll be different, not having you home,” he said, with just a trace of wistfulness in his voice. But he immediately perked up, “so we need to make the most of this year.””Yeah, we should,” I agreed. I knew how he felt and he knew how I felt, I was both looking forward to college and really nervous about it. As my Dad said it’d be different and hopefully in a good way, but however it was I was determined we’d remain as close as were – ringing every day and going home whenever I could manage a weekend. I gave him a grin, it would still be good to make the most of the time we had together, “So this is what this weekend is, some time to have fun together and bond.””Still a surprise,” he smiled back, “Anyway Todd, I just want to say I love you.””I love you too, Dad,” I’d never said the words to any of my ex-boyfriends, but to my Dad they just tripped off the tongue.He popped the trunk and we got out our suitcases. Mysteriously Dad had packed them both, normally it was something we did together and I noticed as I lifted them out that Dad had both brought a big one, but which felt curiously light as if there was little in it. I didn’t say anything, he’d made clear this was going to be a surprise and I knew it would become clear as he wanted it to become clear. We walked up the steps and into the reception and it became obvious that whatever was happening this weekend was a dad and son thing as the women were a few of the employees and all the guests were men in middle age or late teenage years. My Dad still didn’t say anything as we queued to check in, and as I briefly looked around I could see most of the sons looking as curious and bemused as I was, I wasn’t the only one in the dark.The reception was efficient and soon we were at the desk as my Dad announced, “Michael and Todd Chadwick.”The women at the desk quickly typed in our details, “Two rooms, yes?””That’s right,” my Dad confirmed, obviously splashing out for the weekend as we often shared a twin on vacation.The women picked up two pairs of electronic keys, handing us one each as she rattled off the directions. I didn’t know whether it was planned or accidental, but the rooms were almost at opposite sides of the building. As we left the desk, towing our cases I said to him, “Do you want to drop our things off and then we can meet down here and have a look what the hotel’s got to offer.” I was sure with a place this big the facilities would be great and I was looking forward to trying them out with Dad.He shook his head, again with that enigmatic smile, “I’m going to prepare for later.””Later?””You’ll see,” he grinned, putting me in an even greater state of anticipation. “I’ve put your suit in the case, if you could wear that this evening.””Very smart,” I said.”I’ll see you later,” he replied.”When?” I asked mystified. “They’ll be instructions in your room,” he gave an appealing laugh and then we separated to go to our different rooms.The room was as nice as the hotel, large and spacious with a double bed and desk as well as an en-suite bathroom and shower. There were a set of joining instructions on the table, which I decided to izmir escortlar read once I was unpacked. I opened my suitcase and saw what my Dad had decided to take for me. Apart from the suit (which I immediately took out to hang up) and my washing things, there were a pair of trunks for swimming, pyjamas (which I seldom used) and my tennis short and shirts as well as some casual clothes. All you needed for a weekend of relaxation. I put them away in the wardrobe and then turned to the instructions.”Welcome” it said in big black letters, but not to what it was welcoming you to. There was a bit of a corporate blurb about how much the company wanted us to enjoy our stay and quick rundown of the facilities (none of which seemed to open until later or even tomorrow) and health and safety. Then right at the bottom was a brief final paragraph.”The weekend’s entertainment will start in the ground floor restaurant from 6.00 – 6.30. Suits and ties required.”I still wasn’t sure what the entertainment was, but I could wait and as the facilities didn’t open I watched a movie on the TV and then had a leisurely bath, before getting changed and going down.It was easy to find the restaurant, not just the signage, but that there were plenty of suited young men heading in that direction – but, I noticed, no dads. The restaurant itself had been set out specifically for the event with buffet tables along the side and then a few standing tables to congregate round while we ate. I was just wondering whether to wait for my Dad and see if he arrived when a waitress went by with a tray of drinks, I quickly took an orange juice and I was doing so she smiled and said, “You should get something to eat now, your Dads are having something separately.”Stranger and stranger, I thought, but did as she suggested.”Todd,” I heard my name being called just as I finished filling my plate. Turning up and around I saw Dave Willis, standing a few feet from me, a half surprised, half pleased look on his face. I’d known Dave as a friendly acquaintance for a few years – he was at school a couple of towns over who we regularly played football against and like me was raised by a single Dad and so we’d found we’d things in common, even dating a few of the same guys (though never at the same time). I gave him a wave of greeting and then as I didn’t know anyone else and it looked like my Dad wasn’t yet joining us walked over to join him.”You here with your Dad?” I asked.He nodded and straightened his tie, “Yes and he’s been very mysterious about it, won’t tell me a thing.””Mine as well,” I agreed, “All I know is he’s packed my suits, trunks and some tennis gear.””Sports weekend?” Dave asked, “My Dad isn’t very sporty.””Mine neither,” I was the jock in the family, my Dad always came to cheer me, but we didn’t do much together beyond throwing a ball in the back yard and even that we hadn’t done since I was about twelve. “I noticed there was a pool and court here, so there might be some tournament they’ve entered us for and they’re here to cheer.” I was pretty sure that wasn’t what was going on and from Dave’s face he didn’t believe it either. I shrugged and gave a grin, “Whatever it is I’m sure it’ll be great.”He nodded, “I think so, my Dad’s pretty damn good at reckoning out what I’d like.””Mine as well, I think this is something we’re going to bond over before I go to college, not that we need to – we’re close already.””Mine hinted the same on the way over,” said Dave.We continued to eat and guess, each of our guesses more outlandish than the last – though it turns out none were outlandish enough. The restaurant filled up, with over a hundred young men of about our age standing together and all wondering what was going on. It was about seven when the staff started to usher us from where we were down the corridor towards the main hall. I walked with Dave, still guessing what it was we were heading to. We entered the hall together and almost immediately saw a large sign above the stage, where a band were limbering up, “Daddy-Son dance.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise, my school had had a Dad-Daughter dance a few weeks ago and a Mom-Son one the weekend before that, but I hadn’t been eligible (or interested in) either. A Dad-Son dance sounded weird, but also kind of fun, and it would certainly bond. There were a number of round tables set around the dance floor and one of the staff gestured for me and Dave to go to one. We went to one at random, noticing there were twelve seats, half of which had a name badge with son and next to each of them Daddy. A few other guys joined us and myself and Dave quickly introduced ourselves and found out they were as mystified as we were about the evening’s events (but also as excited). As the last of the sons found a seat, a compère came on stage and tapped the microphone.We turned expectantly towards him as he waved his hand with a flourish, izmir escort bayan “Welcome to our first annual Daddy-Son dance, I hope you all enjoy the evening.”He gave a brief pause as there was a brief rumble from the audience, who all seemed to be hoping and anticipating the same, though none of us knew what a Daddy-Son dance entailed. “Tonight we have the Mooncats playing for us, a selection of slow dances and more energetic jigs, modern and classical, something for you all we hope.” The band nodded their agreement and the compère went on, pointing out the extra buffet and serving staff with drinks as well as telling us that they’d all be here until two in the morning. Then he paused again , “And now he said dramatically, our special guests without whom you wouldn’t be here.” He began to clap and we joined in as to my surprise a long line of women started to file from the wings and fill the stage. What was this? I wondered, where were our Dads. And then came a figure I knew so well, even if he was wearing high heels and a dress that clung tightly to his body – the women were our Dads, all glammed up with their hair styled and their lips done and their make-up on. I could feel the realisation dawning around the room as the applause slowed and then suddenly increased as we looked at our Dad’s again and saw the effort every one of them had put in. They pranced across that stage as if they’d been born in heels, wiggling like they had a real woman’s hips and with pouty smiles that they must have spent hours practising in front of the mirror. The compère milked it for all he was worth keeping the applause going as each Dad stepped and strutted across the stage until they were all in a line almost opposite to how they’d come in. Only then did he formally lean into the microphone and announce, “The Daddies…” to even greater and more rapturous applause.I could see my own Dad smiling and blushing, as I tried to catch his eye – though we were too far away to make contact. The compère let the clapping continue for another half minute before raising his hands and lowering them palm down as a signal to quieten. He waited until we had shushed, all the Dads remaining in place as we did so, one leg jutting out with a knee and a hand on their hip as if they were posing for us (which they were). Once silence had fallen the compère spoke again, “I’m going to read out your names and when I do could you come to the stage and escort your Daddy date back to the table for the dance to begin… Tom Asquith… Harry Bates…” the roll call of names began and as each one was read out the son was up and going to the stage to escort his Daddy down.It wasn’t long before my name was read out, “Todd Chadwick…” I stood up and gave a small nod to Dave, who was grinning like there was no tomorrow and then walked across the floor to the stage. He was already coming down the steps to meet me, his arm outstretched for me to hook through. He looked as anxious and nervous as I’d ever seen him, not even when he’d been in the stands for me before a big game, had his smile been quiet so weak and his pallor so wan.I hooked my arm through his and he said, “Are you okay with this Daddy_Son dance. I know you couldn’t do the Mom-Son one and I hoped you enjoy this one?” There was a quaver in his voice and he looked at me expectantly, waiting for my answer.I didn’t respond for a second, as I quickly collected my thoughts and decided what to say. He must have mistaken my intent, “If you don’t like it we can go and never speak of it again.””You look gorgeous, Dad,” I said in reply.He did. I hadn’t noticed that he’d been growing his hair a little longer than normal and it now reached to his collar; whoever had done it had coloured it with blonde highlights and styled it in a deliberately short and messy which left the fringe trailing sexily over his eye and down over his ears. His mouth turned slowly upwards at my words, the red lipstick so carefully applied to them making his lips seem both more luscious and larger than they were. Colour returned to his cheeks beneath the make-up, he had always been a smooth shaver, but he seemed even smoother now like he was untouched by a razor. I looked at his eyes, whoever had done the eye-shadow – him or a helper, had found a shade which matched perfectly and I wasn’t sure whether his lashes had been subtly extended or whether they were his natural ones, curled. I had never imagined him dressed as a woman, but if I had I could never have imagined he’d look that good. The dress he’d chosen was a slinky black number, with tiny straps over the shoulder and a spread so it showed the man cleavage of his smooth chest, behind it was cut even deeper, going down to his lower back. It went a little past his thighs, but ended well above his knees as he walked perfectly in a pair of heels which added two inches to him.As we reached our seat izmir bayan escort I remembered my manners, pulling back the chair to allow Dad to sit and then briefly introducing him to Dave, who was awaiting his own name being called. I sat down and pushed my chair closer to Dad’s so we could speak without the others hearing. “I never imagined seeing you like that, you’ve put in so much effort,” I said.He blushed, “We’ve been planning it a long time. I’m on forum group for single dads and a group of got talking about how bad it was that as sons you didn’t get to go to a dance because you didn’t have moms. It just escalated from there, a few of us got interested in doing something and we set up our own private forum, inviting new people from the main site if they looked interested. At first we thought it’d just be fun to do something together instead of a dance, then it became a dance, because otherwise it’s just normal things we do not a Mom-Son dance and then we decided that we needed to make it special and all dress up as women, so it really was like a replacement Mom-Son dance.””You all look so good,” I said and whilst I’m biased to say my Dad was the best, each and every one was so feminine and beautiful looking, that with a first glance only their sons would know they were middle-aged men not Milfs.”We’ve all been practising for the last few months, how to walk in heels, how to put on lipstick and make-up, how to dance…””How to dance?” I asked, raising an eyebrow wryly”We are at a Daddy-Son dance,” my Dad laughed.I saw Dave was coming back with his Dad, a slender man with short red hair in a pixie style and lipstick to match. Dave was grinning broadly. In fact most of the sons had taken it well, a couple had stormed out, but that still left well over a hundred here, a sign that the Dads had guessed well their sons would all enjoy the experience. Apart from the couple of leavers all the Dads and sons were now at their tables and the compère gave a small bow to the audience and a wave to the band who began to play.The floor remained empty as none of the sons wanted to be the first up, shy teenagers that we were. Instead I took a couple of glasses of orange from a passing waitress and passed one to Dad. He smiled and sipped it, as I asked, “Do you want something stronger?”He shook his head, “It’s an alcohol free weekend, we don’t want it clouding our judgement.” I wasn’t a big drinker and neither was Dad so that was fine by me, so I asked him a bit more about his get-up. He told me that he’d spent the afternoon with the other Dad’s getting styled by professionals, making sure that everything was perfect. He wouldn’t tell me, whether the lashes were fake, giggling and saying a Daddy has to keep some secrets. I just grinned and said I’d find out later, as we never could keep secrets from each other for long. Dad giggled some more and said we’d see. We talked about his dress. He explained that he and the others had been to the hotel a few times whilst we’d been at school for fashion shows until he’d finally chosen one he was sure was right; it was perfect I agreed with him.The band were playing a faster, rockier number and a few of the Dads and sons were getting up to dance. I saw my own Dad glance at the floor and I wondered if he was going to ask me up. He didn’t turning back to me instead and briefly talking about how he’d been practising in heels. I guessed that as he was playing the woman’s role tonight he didn’t think it was appropriate to suggest we got up; personally I thought that was old-fashioned and thought that a women she’d be at perfect liberty to make a first move. But my Dad was in his late forties and had been brought up in a different time, no matter how much he wanted to he wasn’t going to ask.That left it to me. I stood up, pushing my chair back and turned to my Dad as I did, “Do you want to dance?”He smiled in delight, “Yes.”I waited until he stood, before placing my hand on his back and escorting him to the floor. It was a fast moving free for all where Dads and sons were rocking and twisting to a beat, rather than a close-dance. It was lucky as I wasn’t yet sure on the rules for touching, a normal dance partner I’d slide down to their ass, but did you do that with your Dad even if he was dressed as a sexy woman? I didn’t need to worry for a few minutes as we began to dance, me with skill and grace, Dad like he hadn’t hit the floor for twenty years (which was probably true). He wasn’t the worse dancer, but he wouldn’t have been in the top ten anyway.The dance floor began to get busier as more Dads and sons worked up the courage to get up there and the band continued with their rocky hits. Suddenly without warning the next number was slower, a close dance. I could see some sons quickly leaving the floor, their Dads in tow, not yet ready to plunge. I was tempted to join them until I saw the yearning in my Dad’s eyes and knew he wanted to do this. I grinned and made myself look as confident as I didn’t feel, “You said you’d been practising your dancing?” Dad nodded and I quickly continued before my nerve went out, “So let’s see how good you are.”

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Le fantasme d’une amie (premiere partie)Tout a commencé avec un mot, « un chantier » que m’a susurre ma maitresse après une après-midi langoureuse de passion sexuelle, en réponse à ma question : « raconte-moi un fantasme » Cela faisait quelques mois que nous entretenions une relation adultérine, ou elle et moi nous rencontrions hors de notre cadre habituel pour des escapades érotiques. Elle était dans un mariage classique, calme et tranquille. Je lui ai apporté un peu de piment, nous avons pousse des limites ensemble, son mari lui donnait plaisir, elle l’aimait mais ne la faisais pas jouir, ne l’emmenait pas dans cet espace ou l’extase sensuelle transcende tout. Je la poussais petit à petit a s’ouvrir a son mari, a lui dire qu’elle aimait parfois être traitée de pute lors des ébats, qu’elle aimait qu’on la malmène, qu’elle aimait sentir izmir escort le côte sauvage, a****l d’un coït pur et dur, que les limites sociétales l’encourageait a vouloir se sentir hors de son carcan habituel. Ce fantasme me servit quelques jours plus tard pour l’emmener nous promener dans un quartier ou de nombreux immeubles étaient en construction. Elle était habillée d’une petite jupe à fleurs, d’un haut fluide et ses belles jambes gainées de bas noirs. A chaque démarche on voyait ses sublimes fesses se balancer. Je savais que les premiers ouvriers qui allaient la voir allaient s’affoler. Je voulais lui donner un avant-gout de son petit fantasme.Nous nous retrouvons à un moment devant une échoppe ou de nombreux ouvriers trainent pendant leur pause, ou on entend parler toutes les langues, ou les hommes se regroupent autour du izmir escort bayanlar trottoir à discutailler, à fumer, à manger et à jouer au Lotto.Je pose ma main sur le bas de son dos et commence tout doucement à caresser le haut de ses fesses, pour attirer l’attention de ces hommes.Dès que nous passons devant les premiers groupes, elle sent que la tension monte, elle me dit :« Que se passe-t-il ? »« Tu sais, ils ne voient pas souvent une femme blanche comme toi, qui se promène à moitié nue dans leur quartier »« Mais mon chéri, je les excite tu penses ? »Et c’est là où on entend le premier homme qui ose de loin lancer : « Msieur, Msieur, ta kahba tu nous la prête ? »Je presse le pas, elle n’est pas encore complètement prête pour ce jeux et je veux que son mari soit la lorsqu’elle se donnera a des hommes multiples et assoiffés izmir bayan escort de femelle.Ce jour-là, je ne laisse pas l’occasion d’une séance de sexe entre nous, je la veux fantasmant et je la veux surtout toute mouillée pour sa rencontre avec les ouvriers. Dans les jours qui suivent je m’attelle a la charge de la convaincre d’emmener son mari se promener dans le quartier des immeubles en construction et lui dit que l’on verra si ça l’excite d’être reluquée devant lui dans ces circonstances.Elle l’emmène en début de soirée, avec l’excuse d’aller regarder des immeubles en construction pour un possible futur achat d’appartement dans le coin. Je lui avais demandé au préalable de mettre sa robe blanche fluide sans rien en dessous et pour éviter les soupçons de son mari, de porter un trench-coat par-dessus. Je m’étais installe dans le quartier à les attendre et a un moment je vois notre couple qui s’avance vers moi, regardant par ci, par là les immeubles. Au moment où elle m’aperçoit, ses yeux s’affolent, elle ne comprend pas ma présence, ne comprends pas ce qui se passe…..

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My encounter with uncle EddieNovember 7:Hi, my name is Andy and I’m 16 years old. I haven’t told my family yet that I’m bisexual, the area where I live in is…. against same sex dating. My parents split up recently and I needed to get my head clear from all the tense environment, so, I decided to move to Ohio for higher studies.November 8:I am currently living with my father and I discussed with him today that I want to go to Ohio for studies and he was cool with that. My classes are going to start from 16 November so, I should buy some clothes and maybe new phone.November 13: I’ve just reached Ohio. I’ll be staying at my friends’ home for a couple of days so that I can figure out somewhere I can live on rent. It’s weird to live at your friends’ house so I want to get out of here as quickly as possible.November 14:This afternoon, I am going to search for some place to live on rent. We already have three or four places but my friend ricks’ mum suggested to go for living with his uncle Eddie, she said that she’s already talked to him and I can live there for free and she said that he’s just a husky old man who likes to listen to old music and drinking whisky all the time. I shouldn’t tell anyone that I’m into older men, that would really complicate things here.Afternoon,I took all my stuff and I’m at uncle Eddies’ place. I rang the bell three times. Finally, someone opened the door. He was about 34 years old, massive body but not fat just muscular, like a strong man or powerlifter body. I literally started drooling after looking at him for the first time.“You must be Andy, right?”, He said.“Ye..Yeah, I’m mean Yeah I’m andy sir”, I replied.“call me Uncle Eddie”, He said and helped me bringing all my stuff inside.He showed me my room which was a lot better than my place, and it’s free. I don’t know what I’m going to do about this old man, my eyes keep looking at his pants and imagining how big his cock would be, but I think he saw me looking at his pants once or twice.He told me there are no rules in the house, just one rule that if I spill anything then I should clean it up. Nothing else. I can do whatever I want. Which.is.amazing. He himself looked like a fun loving guy, who doesn’t have any problem izmir escortlar with loud music or something like that. “I should let you rest now, lets’ talk in the evening”, He said.Evening,It’s dinner time and while we’re eating, we’re talking about my past and his past, my hobbies, and what games do I like to play and I once mentioned that I like to play call of duty, mortal kombat, truth or dare…“You like to play truth or dare?”, He said“Yeah, I know it’s c***dish but me and my friends are used to play truth or dare”, I said“How ‘bout playing truth or dare tonight?”, He said“Ookay, who? Only me and you?”, I said“Yep, why you scared?”, He said“Nah”, I replied“10:30 then, my room, I don’t think you can complete my dares boy, but I’ll give you a chance”, He saidThe whole time we were eating dinner, my dick was rock hard, he has big fat hands, he has amazing body and he’s older dude… that ticks all the checkboxes. I wish I could just make out with him somehow, but I don’t think there’s any chance to that since he’s ricks’ uncle and I belong to a background which is strictly against homosexuals.10:30 pm,I came to his room for playing truth or dare. He’s having just a towel on his waist and he’s wearing nothing else. “Do you wanna wear anything before we play?”, I said“Oh yeah, sure”, He said and went to another room and came back wearing boxers.At this point, I’m punching myself that why did I say that? I was going to play truth or dare with uncle Eddie wearing just towel, what could be better, anyways he’s still wearing tight boxers, I can see there’s a budge on that, his dick should be semi-erect. I am avoiding looking at his boxers too much, but he’s not wearing anything else so my sight is automatically going at his boxers. “So, do you wanna start the game or should I start the game and do you wanna play it with a bottle or do you wanna take turns?”, He said“It’s okay, let’s take turns”, I said“So… truth or dare?”“Truth!” He replied“What is the weirdest gift you’ve ever received?”, I asked“A blowjob”, He replied“Truth or dare”, He asked“Truth”, I said“You ever kissed a dude?”, He said“Not yet”, I replied and after that I’m thinking that SHIT maybe I have exposed that I am interested izmir escort bayan in men too.“o-kaaay”, He said in a weird tone like he’s figured something out, at this moment I’m avoiding eye contact.“Truth or dare?”, I asked, without looking in his eyes,“Truth”, He replied“You ever kissed a dude?”, I asked“Yep”, He replied. Suddenly I’m very happy, now that I know that he’s kissed same sex people before, I may try hitting on him someday maybe.“Truth or dare?”, He asked“Dare”, I replied“Give me a blowjob”, He repliedAt this moment I couldn’t say another word, I didn’t want to appear like I don’t want to give him a blowjob… So I was just paused after he said that.And before I could say anything else, he took his boxers off… and there were these muscular and big legs, and his beautiful, fat 8.5’’ cock. I am just looking at him stroking his cock.“You a pussy? Don’t want to complete the dare?”, He asked“Ah… okay… I don’t back down from a dare…I guess I don’t really have a choice”, I repliedHe was lying there stroking his dick, and I slowly touched his dick, and just so you know in case if it isn’t already clear, I’m a virgin.I touched his cock and I started stroking it, it was warm and hard, my cock is about 6’’ and it isn’t nearly as amazing as this one, I don’t know if it will fit in my mouth, and if someday I sit on it, well, it might just destroy my ass.“Take it in your mouth”, He ordered“I’ve never sucked a dick before”, I said“Don’t worry uncle Eddie will teach you”, He repliedSo, I just took it in my mouth and started sucking on it like a lollipop, he started moaning, and as I started playing with it with my tongue, his moans became louderHis cock was so fat that I could hardly fit one-third of it inside my mouth.He told me to take it as far as possible.Then he held my head and started thrusting his cock upwards in my mouth, deeper and deeper. His thrusts were strong and so was his grip. Well, I was expecting that much from his gigantic body.He fucked my mouth for a couple of minutes and then he told me to bend over.I told him that I haven’t done it before.He told me to leave everything to him.He spits on his fingers and started pushing it deep inside my ass.His fingers were fat. I was izmir bayan escort moaning louder and louder as the finger went deeper inside my ass, this whole thing was new to me, it has never happened to me even in my dreams.I couldn’t feel much change when he inserted the second finger too. But I definitely felt like my ass is destroyed when he inserted his third finger. He kept fucking my ass with his fingers and after a while, he started spitting on my fingers and inserting all three fingers in and out of my ass again and again.At this point I’m screaming in pain, my ass is stretched wide and he’s continuously telling me that “it’s okay, it’s fine”He spits on his cock and makes it all wet, and started pushing it inside my ass.I’m screaming in pain; I don’t think it’s going to fit. But he just keeps pushing it inside. “Common, take it you little bitch!”, He said.He inserted one-third of his cock inside me, and is thrusting harder and harder, trying to get more and more of his cock inside.“Oh my gaaawdd!! Uncle Eddie it’s not going to fit!!! Please take it out!!!”There’s a little blood coming from my ass.“Well, if it doesn’t fit, I’ll just have to force my way in it babe”, He repliedHe kept pushing it inside me and it’s almost half way in, when he forced his weight on me and pushed it all inside.“NOOOO!!! Oh fuckk!!! My ass!!!! Fuck!!!!”, I yelled“It’s okay buddy! It’s alright!”, He repliedIt’s all the way in now, He kept fucking and spanking my ass for some time.Finally, he came deep inside my ass.“Ah Damn, you really are a champ in truth or dare k**, I’ll give you that”, He replied.He took his cock out, but my ass was so much stretched that I could still feel his cock inside meHe gave me a nice kiss and told me to take a shower and we slept together after that every night.That was our first night together.I’ve been staying with him for 6 months now. Now I don’t feel any pain in taking his cock inside my ass. He sometimes brings his friends too for fucking me and I enjoy it. Uncle Eddie is actually the best thing that has ever happened to me. I also am thinking of hitting on my dad when I go back home to visit my dad.Thanks for reading, let me know if you like it, don’t let me know if you hate it, also let me know if you want more related stories, it’s I think my 6th or 7th story of uncle Eddie series. Do read the others if you like this one. I posted images of uncle Eddie in the other stories, you can check them out if you want.

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Our Nude NeighborI have always been a sex crazy guy maybe even a Pervert. When my wife Amy and I were dating all we did was fuck. She was the 2nd girl I had sex with the 1st spoiled me for life but she could not stay with just 1 guy. Over the years sex with my wife of 25 years has been good. We have a 45 year old neighbor Patty she is divorced I help her with things around her house that need fixing. I had not really thought about her sexually because we are good friends. Well that all changed a year ago. I got home from running some errands and when I opened the back door I could hear her talking in her back yard. I looked over the fence and she was laying naked face down talking on her cell phone. WOW I could not believe it I went in the house and got the binoculars. I was not going to miss this chance. I could not believe how sweet her ass was. She had nice round buns I guess from working out every night after work. She had her legs spread just a little and I could see her puckered hole. I was thinking about getting the camera when she stated to roll over. I ducked down as not to be seen. I waited a few minutes then slowly looked over the fence she had placed a towel over her eyes perfect I thought to myself. She always wears loose fitting clothes so I really had no idea what a hot body she had. She had small breasts but with large nipples. She was still talking away on her phone so I could get a good look with out her seeing me I hoped. She had a full bush of dark hair so it was hard to see her pussy. As she laid there she would move her legs back and forth then she let them fall open. I could now see her lips there were large and full. You could see that she was some moisture. I could not let this go so back in the house to get the camera when I got back she had got off her phone and was using her hands on her tits rubbing in some sun tan oil. I climbed up so I could get a clear view and started taking pictures she was really working her fingers on her nipples and I could hear her moan lightly. She started working down her belly and I was hoping she was going to do what I wanted to see. She poured more oil over her mound and as her fingers got to her bush she was spreading her legs wide open. She was working both hands one on her swollen nub and shoving a couple of fingers on the other in her pussy. I must have taken 20 photos by then I pulled down my shorts and started to stroke my hard cock. She was getting loud and squirming around. I could feel my balls ready to let go and was trying to be a quit as I could as I shot my load all over the fence. She must have come too because all of a sudden she just laid there not moving. I got the binoculars and could see that she was soaked and dripping on the towel below her. I took a couple more photos as she got up and was putting a towel around her then walked in the house. I went in and downloaded the photos so I would have them to izmir escortlar jack off too anytime I wanted. Amy came home soon after that and I was glad she had not been early and found me watching.After that every time I saw her I could not get the images out of my mind. I was jacking off to the photos when ever I could. Patty came over and asked us to watch her house while she when on vacation. She had gave us a key before so we could water the plants and put the mail in. The following night my wife went out with a friend so I got the idea to go next door and look around her bedroom so I go over and start to look around her bedroom I find her laundry basket and see some panties so I dig around and find some more one pair is covered in cum so I put them up to my nose and can not really smell anything so I stick them in my mouth and get them wet I can taste her juices on them now. So I get naked and wrap them around my cock and start to jerk off. When I get ready to cum I try to think should I cum in them or not but think no so I go in the bathroom and let it fly in the toilet. I start looking around some more and notice that she has no dresser so I open the closet and find that she has all her stuff in baskets. I then find her underwear basket I dig through it and find some really sexy thongs and nasty tiny panties. Next I find the basket with her bras I had no idea what size she was but found out that she was a 32B that is why I never noticed her breasts before I guess anyway she had all kinds of sexy bras some lacy some sheer and then I found a lacy one with open nipple holes. I was having the time of my life so I put all that stuff back very carefully and that is when I saw it. The next time I went over I found another basket down under her bed on the floor so I took it out and set it on the bed. SCORE it was the mother load it was her toy box OMG she had all types of things I had never seen or heard of. She must be more into sex then me which is hard to believe. There was a double headed dildo. There was a Massager with a huge ball head. There was a rubber cup with a small penis on it I think it when on a guys sack then up your ass. There was a cock ring with studs. There were a couple of anal toys and some anal beads. Also there were fur lined handcuffs and a whip. I could not help but think about her laying on the bed fucking herself silly with all this stuff. I was hard again so I took the cock ring and put it on then shoved the anal beads up my ass and stated jacking off again when I was ready to cum I pulled back her bed covers and came all over her pillow then seared it in to the cover hoping that she would smell it later. I cleaned up everything carefully and went home all I could think of was that I needed to fuck her. I just had to think of a way. When she got home she came over and thanked us for taking care of her place if she only knew. She was telling us about izmir escort bayan how she went to the hot springs and meet up with some guy who was trying to hit on her. I could only think was she naked or what and wished it would have been me. She had on a tank top without a bra and I could see her nipples getting hard as she told us about him. After Patty left Amy said she was surprised about what Patty said because she had told Amy that she was only interested in women and that is what had ended her marriage. Like I said before I always help her out around the house. It was hard each time now not to want to jump her. Sometimes we would be working so close that I wanted to just grab a handful of her. About 3 months later Amy was going camping for the weekend with friends in our motor home so I had to drive it out and set it up. I asked Patty if she could pick me up and bring me back home it was about an hour drive she said sure so Friday afternoon she follows us out to bring me back. She has on the same tank top as before as we drive I can not think of anything but to fuck her. She asks what I was thinking and I told her that I like the way she looked in her top. She just said thanks I like the way it makes my nipples hard I almost came in my pants. I asked her if she wanted to stop and get something to drink she said no I need to get home. I said okay maybe we could have a drink and soak in our hot tub later she said maybe I was just hoping she could not see the budge in my shorts.Later that night there was a knock on the door it was Patty dressed in a short robe. She asked if I still wanted to have a drink and soak in the hot tub. She had brought glass of wine and the rest of bottle with her. I do not drink wine so I got myself a beer and we sat down. She said can I ask you something and I was sure that it was about while she was gone. She asked me if I thought she was sexy I said hell yes why she said that there was a guy at the gym that had be hitting on her and she just was not sure if she was sexy or not. This was kind of our first talk about anything to do with sex other then earlier about her tits. I told her that she looked super hot to me then she got up and said lets get in the tub. I only had on swim trunks no shirt so we went out to the patio and I turned on the Jets and mood lights. She told me to turn around until she was in the tub. I thought sweet she is naked she said okay she was looking the other way when I dropped my shorts and climbed in it was pretty dark even with the mood light on. As my eyes adjusted I could see the strings of her bathing suit. I did not know if she knew I was nude so I just sat on one side across from her as we talked. She wanted to know about Amy and my’s sex life I told her it was slowing down as we got older but that I wanted more. I said can I ask you something and she said sure I asked her if she was still into women she asked izmir bayan escort why I told her that it really turned me on to know that. She said yes but that she was missing getting fucked by the real thing. I could feel myself getting hard so I dropped my hand down in the water and stroke my cock. We had been in there for about half an hour so I moved over behind her and started to rub her shoulders she said oh that feels good. I started to slide the strings down and she said behave I rubbed my cock up against her back and she did not say anything. I tried to slide my hands down on to her tits but she said stop we can not do this to Amy. I said tell you what I really want is to eat you and make you cum but she said no stop. I thought about just doing it but she moved away. After a while we got out and she when home.I went over to Patty’s the next day to tell her that I was sorry and she said it is okay but that she was just too good of friends with Amy to do that with me. She was wearing sweet pants and sweet shirt but she still got me going I had on jeans no underwear and a tight T shirt. She asked me to help her hang new blinds in her master bath. I went and got my screw gun and some other tools. I got back and she climbed up on a stool to put the screws in this made her tits eye level with me. I wanted to slide my hands right up her top it was so hard not too. After we had the blinds hung she turned and slipped I caught her as I did my hands grabbed her ass. She stated laughing so I held her a little longer. As we started pass the bed I decided now or never I turned her around and slide both hands down her pants it just so happen that she did not have underwear on either. She said we can not do this and I said oh yes we can next I lifted up her top and remove it. Her tits were nicer that I thought I let my hands take both and squeeze them. I let go and pulled down her pants she keep saying no but did not stop me either. I laid her back on to the bed she said we need to stop but I shoved her legs apart and dropped to my knees with my face only inches from her pussy I could smell her.I was finally going to get to eat her sweet pussy. I first slide a finger in she was really tight. I bent down and started to lick the inside of her legs working my up then across to the other side just teasing her. Then I put my Thumb in her and was pumping her hard. I reach for her tits and start to pinch her nipples they are now hard as stones. I take one of nipples into my mouth and start to bite down softly and she starts to moan so I switch nipples. She lets loose with a massive orgasm and soaks my hand there is so much cum it is running down onto the bed. I went back down and went to town her until she stiffened up and squirted all over my face and the bed I told her that I wanted to fuck her for so long and she said that we were not doing that ever.I check her house every time she goes away and have found some soaked panties to suck as of now no luck fucking her but I can only hope. I have thought a lot about seeing her and Amy going to town and hoping they would ask me to join in every man’s dream. We are all still good friends.

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Short-lived S&M escort careerShort-lived S&M escort careerThe cupboard the client had brought from his kitchen revealed an enormous black rubber thing, some 12 inches long, that was a perfect copy of a horse’s cock. Slave Sven was ordered to squat above the fake horse cock and the client shoved the thicker top end of it into Sven’s somewhat prolapsing pussy. Again, there were no major entrance problems, much to the client’s surprise, or astonishment. But the sheer length of the dildo began to pose some problems for Sven, even though he carefully sank down further and further. Finally he reached the floor and felt the rubber monster fill up everything that we behind his entrance gate. A very horny feeling came over him, and unfortunately for Sven his Master noticed this. Probably by the look of Sven’s face, or his groan. He took some nipple clamps from the cupboard and brutally attached these on Sven. Two on his nipples and one on both sides of his penis, in his soft skin. The clamps were very tight on Sven’s nipples and he bit his teeth. The clamps on his penis seemed to perforate the skin. It was all very painful.This seemed to become a battle between Sven and the client/Master. The izmir escort question was who would win and who would break. A weak point in Sven’s defense was the big piercing in the tip of his penis, which made it top-heavy. This was not a very stable construction.The Master took the whip and lashed towards Sven, who was squatting rather instable with the giant rubber dildo in his ass. The first blow on his penis caused him to cry out loud, one clamp came off and he nearly lost his equilibrium. Mireille, who had approached him, could in a reflex catch him by the shoulders, so that he did not fall. If he had fallen, the dildo would probably have been ‘escaped’ from him, leaving his Master furious.The client ordered Mireille to keep standing behind Sven, and to hold him tight. Sven was crying and looked desperate, waiting for the next lashes. His vulnerable testicles were not spared and again he screamed. The second clamp also came off, painfully stretching his skin. Mireille could do nothing but co-operate, although for a moment she thought about using the app on her smartphone that her boss had told her about, in case of emergency.But there was no way to use the app without the client izmir escort bayanlar noticing, and punishing her for being disloyal to him. So she stayed behind poor Sven, hoping the client would soon stop punishing him, once he found out that the slave had broken. And she thought this moment could not be too far away, seeing the state Sven was in.That the client had left her and her beautiful body unharmed, was a bit surprising perhaps, but not in view of the Master’s role tonight. Sven was clearly the slave and he had to be subdued and he was the one suffering. Mireille was only an observer, who had to be taught a lesson in ‘Mastership’. That did not require her to suffer too, even though she felt Sven’s suffering in all her veins, holding him in her arms.Probably she would tell her escort boss that she would and could no longer play Mistress. To prevent future failure for her – and extra discomfort for the colleague Sven. They had better look out for a more experienced Mistress (or Mister) to strengthen the team.Because there would be more evenings like these, with S&M clients paying a lot of money. Clients that were hard to ‘fathom’. And Mireille would not be able izmir bayan escort to satisfy these clients enough by dominating Sven and causing pain on him.That this meant that one segment of the escort business would now be closed to Mireille, was ‘collateral damage’. She had rather be a pretty model for horny rich hetero men, than be an unsuccessful and unhappy part of the S&M business. Maybe she should call her university friend Sonja. Who was happily married by now and mother of two k**s. But at university they had talked a lot about kinky sex. And Mireille had noticed then how dominant Sonja could be. And what her kinky fantasies were.These were flashes in Mireille’s troubled mind, while the client seemed to have gotten enough of punishing Sven. He stopped, threw the whip on the floor, and gasped a bit. Sven’s front side was rather red too, now. Mireille wondered whether this had been part of the deal and the price that the client had paid. The answer was probably negative.And Sven? He seemed to recover remarkably fast from his ordeal, and looked at his Master as if to ask about the next step. ‘No, slave, this was it. No use taking a shower now, because that will only make your body ache more.’ And to Mireille: ‘Get dressed, you lousy porn model, and get the hell out of here! I will call your boss to tell him that your performance was very poor. In fact, you are totally incapable of being or even playing a Mistress.’

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Hôtel et petit mec exotiqueQuand on bosse à l’international on se retrouve souvent au bout de la planète, seul avec du temps à tuer le soir. Cela m’arrivait fréquemment et je ne pouvais pas toujours emmener ma compagne avec moi. Je dois dire que sans vergogne je profitais de ces moments pour passer parfois du bon temps. Akou était au courant et n’y a jamais trouvé à redire, la réciproque étant vraie, si elle avait envie de s’envoyer en l’air avec un ou une amie de passage je n’y voyais pas de mal. Avant de finir par y être en poste pour quelques années alors que j’étais encore sur le continent africain je fus amené à plusieurs reprise à passer quelques temps sur le continent Asiatique, à Bangkok en particulier.. cliché? Un peu oui mais loin d’être surfait.. parfois même un peu trop glauque je dois bien l’avouer. Je pense qu’avec l’âge je ne me lancerais plus dans les aventures que j’ai connues là bas. Cette fois c’est à l’occasion d’un de mes premiers séjours, un hôtel Sofitel où j’avais une suite pour 3 nuits. J’avais peu envie de rester seul.. mais je n’avais pas envie d’une nana, ce soir là je regardais avec envie quelques petits jeunes qui passaient.. traînaient.. Quand on à l’habitude des hôtels de luxe on sait que l’on peut avoir confiance dans le personnel et demander des tuyaux à la conciergerie. Ce que je fis.. j’expliquais que je cherchais de la compagnie un peu particulière.. un jeune mec sympa pas farouche. Avec un gros billet j’obtins l’aide d’un employé qui m’assura que j’aurais satisfaction “top class” assura t-il. Il me dit qu’il s’occupait de tout et que dans une heure.. je ne m’ennuierais plus. Une heure plus tard alors que j’étais en train de piller le mini bar.. discret coup de sonnette à la porte et je vois mon concierge accompagné d’un jeune mec enfin .. je dis mec.. car je ne saurais izmir escortlar vraiment classifier. En tout cas après un autre billet l’employé me laisse avec ce minet. L’âge? je dirais 16 ans… peut être pour me rassurer.. mais je ne lui ai pas demandé ses papiers.. il parlait à peu près anglais.. On ne m’avait pas menti.. top.. class.. Un visage fin des yeux d’un noir profond, une bouche pulpeuse.. une petite chemisette nouée au dessus de son nombril. Très efféminé des noirs cheveux lui tombant sur les épaules. Il est souriant et coopératif pas besoin de demander ou d’inciter il se colle contre moi frottant son cul contre ma queue déjà tendue sous mon peignoir. Je glisse ma main dans son short et trouve une petite queue bien dure. Il se tortille et gémis alors que j’empoigne la queue et le petit paquet. J’aime la façon dont il réagit.. très femelle.. Il s’agenouille et ouvre prestement mon peignoir, ma queue lui saute au visage. Je prends sa tête entre mes mains et lui plante ma bite dans la bouche, il emet un petit hocquet quand je pousse a fond mon gland dans sa gorge.. j’adore.. je sens les muscles qui s’agitent.. je donne de petits coups.. ses mains sont agrippées à mes cuisses. Je le laisse s’échapper.. il bave et crache sur ma queue luisante.. Et revient de lui même s’empaler la gorge en me faisant des yeux de biche.. une petit gifle .. lui montre que j’aime la soumission.. Petite salope… allez pompe ma queue.. plus fort.. Il me bouffe la pine comme une folle. Léchant mes couilles.. il adore mon gland tout décaloté. Il me dit que j’ai une belle queue. J’ai finis par lui oter sa chemisette et son short.. fin, élancé je le prend par les hanches et frotte on sexe contre lui, sa queue est toute petite mais dure et tendue. Il geint comme une minette quand je le décalotte avec difficulté.. Il semble excité.. izmir escort bayan Je le jette sur le plumard et prend sa petite queue dans ma bouche.. c’est un régal, dure palpitante, ses petites couilles roulent sous mes doigts tandis que je vois son petit trou du cul qui lui palpite comme un fou. Je crache sur l’ouverture et léche l’anus palpitant. JE le force sans effort avec ma langue.. il s’ouvre.. céde se laisse pénétrer. Je ne résiste pas… lui tenant les chevilles.. le pose mon gland sur l’anus offert et j’encule cette petite pute d’un seul trait.. violemment.. son cul me serre vraiment.. il me sent bien et cries.. se cambrant posant ses mains contre moi pour m’empêcher d’aller plus loin .. sans succès car je plante ma queue jusqu’au couilles dans son trou brûlant. La petite queue se tend comme une folle.. sous les coups de boutoir.. chaque fois que je pénètre sa queue se durcit et se dresse a l’extrême. Il couine comme une gamine.. il suce les doigts que je glisse dans sa bouche, j’adore il bave il se laisse aller.. sa petite queue est humide.. il se tord quand je lui touche le gland passant mes doigts sur le frein je récupère un long fil de liqueur.. que je lui colle sur les lèvres, en tout cas.. le petit salaud aime çà .. Il ne simula pas.. il prend son pied.. moi aussi.. Je vois la bouteille de coca qui est là sur la table de nuit.. je la prend lui colle dans la bouche il suce.. il lèche.. une fois trempée.. je pose le goulot sur mon anus.. et d’un seul effort je m’enfile.. la canette dans un grognement.. putain c’est bon.. j’ai senti une giclée partir quand je me suis en-godé.. Je continue a ramoner ma petite chienne.. si il avait une plus gosse queue je lui aurait demandé de m’enfiler.. mais je suis trop bien en lui avec cette bouteille qui me sert de plug.. enfilée au ¾ il ne reste que izmir bayan escort le culot de la bouteille en dehors de mon anus qui palpite dessus. Ma queue est gonflée elle remplit son petit cul .. je ressort entièrement.. son cul reste ouvert et mon sperme coule j’ai craché en lui au moins deux giclées involontaires.. mais je n’ai pas encore jouis.. je suis au bord… Je donne de grand coups de queue.. la bouteille dans mon cul bouge et me fais grimper au rideau.. je suis tellement excité.. que je pousse sur le cul de la bouteille qui disparaît totalement en moi . Le gamin couine .. je prend sa queue entre mes doigts.. elle est dure comme du bois.. je décalotte le gland lui tirant un grand cri… une longue giclée transparente s’écrase sur son torse et son visage.. puis sous mes doigts qui le décalotte plus encore une autre.. plus épaisse.. je le vide a coup de poignets.. il m’att**** les mains mais je le vide… a fond.. tandis que dans un cri je gicles dans son cul… tout en poussant.. je m’ouvre le trou du cul qui laisse échapper la bouteille. Quel pied de me sentir m’ouvrir alors que je décharges comme un malade dans le cul de cette petite salope. Je continues a lui astiquer.. la queue.. trempée.. il se tord cries, il tente de m’enlever les mains de sa queue.. mais j’insiste.. Son gland est rougi, la queue toujours dure et tendue.. elle palpite.. Je me suis retiré de son cul.. mon foutre coule du trou béant que je fouilles avec mes doigts. Je suce le chibre qui recommence encore a dégorger.. puis je sens qu’il se met a nouveau a palpiter tandis que le gamin pleure, couine mais ses doigts qui caressent ses petites tétines sont la meilleur preuve qu’il prend son pied.. il pousse un cri et gicle dans mes doigts.. inonde le plumard.. ça gicle partout alors qu’il est secoué de spasmes.. je lèche le sperme sur sa queue.. et mes doigts.. avant de m’installer près de sa tête et de me branler sur sa bouche.. le coquin m’enfiles des doigts dans le cul mais je suis tellement a cran .. que je lâche mon foutre dans sa bouche sur son visage.. et l’oreiller..

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