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This is a long story (even for me) but the idea took hold and it just sort of wrote itself. It wouldn’t work if it were a word shorter. But I think it keeps up at a nice clip and I promise that if you give it the time it needs, you won’t be disappointed. It has some of the nastiest stuff I’ve ever written. And I mean that in the best possible way. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Selling My Soul

“Hey Larissa, I have a date tonight, would you mind walking my dog sometime before you go to sleep?” I hadn’t heard my roommate Wendy open the door but I heard her request. I jumped up in my seat a bit as I noticed her voice and quickly closed the browser on my computer sitting on my desk. I was pretty sure that my body was blocking the screen from her view and I was very thankful I hadn’t taken off my towel yet (I’d just gotten out of the shower). If Wendy realized that my plans for Friday night were, once again, sitting in my room and masturbating to illegally downloaded pornography, I was just going to die. I turned and looked at Wendy as she moved inside my bedroom door.

“Yeah, uh… I am not going anywhere. I can walk her,” I said and then realized that I had basically admitted that I was a loser and didn’t have any plans. So what was I worried about in the first place? Wendy caught sight of the mirror on the back side of my desk and walked over and looked at herself over my shoulder. I quietly closed the laptop so that she wouldn’t be able to glean my viewing habits. She quickly started playing with her hair and pouting her lips.

“I knew I could count on you!” she said and I winced. Good to know that my roommate felt that she could be certain her schedule was open on the weekend because I sure as Hell wouldn’t be doing anything. She seemed to notice my discomfort, “You are just such a good student you know. I already figured you would be home working tonight. Saturday seems to be more of your ‘fun’ day” she said generously. It was nice of her to say, even if it wasn’t true. I may have been socially awkward, but it wasn’t because I was a nerd. No, what Wendy didn’t realize was that her college roommate for the past two years (me) had flunked out of school two months ago. My grades had never been good and this year, I lost what little motivation I had. What good what it do to pass? I would just be miserable with a degree.

I just felt like I could never concentrate on anything, a problem I’d always had. My mom said I had my head in the clouds, dreaming about stuff I’d never get when I should be focused on the real goals I could achieve. I guess she was right. For three years of college I had dreamed about being a social darling on campus. Coming up with elaborate fantasies about how it would play out. However, my extreme social anxiety meant that I didn’t even know how to begin to fulfill that dream. I didn’t even really go up to talk to people if I could avoid it. Before I’d flunked out, I don’t think more than a handful of students even knew my name. And so, my silly dream meant I was too distracted to pass my classes, which was something I probably could have done if I’d applied myself.

I hadn’t told anyone that I’d flunked out of school yet (just kept cashing those checks from dad!). I’d just gotten a job at a used video store near campus and hoped that something would come my way to fix the problem before anyone found out. And about that job, I had just been fired earlier in the day for staring into space while teenagers stole DVDs and smashed them against the side of the building.

Oh and before I forget, Wendy wasn’t right about the other thing either: Saturday wasn’t my fun day. Tomorrow’s night’ agenda: the same thing as tonight. So my life was an absolute shit show.

“How do I look Larissa?” Wendy asked. That shook me out of my self-loathing for a moment and I turned and looked in the mirror.

It was already 8 o’clock and she was dressed to the nines for her date. She was wearing a trendy, tight black dress that perfectly slinked over her curvy hips and shapely thighs. She wore high heel shoes that lifted her firm butt and drew out the shape of her calves. Her big green eyes were accentuated perfectly with her careful application of eye shadow and her think pink lips glowed from lip gloss. Her hair was long, honey blonde, and meticulously straightened. All those strong colors popped on her milky white skin. Wendy was one of prettiest girls that I had ever seen. Her body was spectacular and her face was flawless.

“You look perfect,” I said and she beamed.

“You’re sweet,” she said, “But I wouldn’t say perfect, I mean I don’t look like you!” I smiled wanly. Wendy was always very nice like that, even if a little ham-handed. Always complimenting me on my looks because she knew I was sensitive about it. But sometimes it came off patronizing. She was clearly cuter than me. I looked at myself in the mirror now and saw what I always saw. A decent looking girl, nothing more. I had long midnight black hair that fell in loose curls down my back (my best feature) and large blue eyes. My eyelashes were shorter than Wendy’s tekirdağ escort and my nose was a little smaller (not that hers was big). I was shorter than her (she was a statuesque 5’9 and slim, while I was about 5’3 and skinny to the point of being scrawny). My skin was much darker than hers, like an olive color. I had nice legs I supposed.

Sometimes I would think that I actually looked pretty good, especially right after I got out of the shower feeling fresh like now. Sometimes when that happened, I would wonder why it was that she always had good looking men falling all over themselves to take her out on a date while I sat at home and played with myself. It didn’t make any sense. Why was it that she got to live my fantasies while I sat in my room feeling anxious and ashamed of myself? We weren’t that different.

Just at that moment, Wendy leaned over and to look at her lips and the difference between us pressed up against my left arm. Both of the differences. It would always take a moment and then I would realize: Wendy had perfectly shaped C-cup breasts that poured out of her dress. I looked down at my own chest, barely able to hold up my synched towel. I was 21 years old and I didn’t even have to wear a training bra. I looked like a 12-year old boy. Who wants to date someone like that? I know it sounds crazy, but I was positive that those two little bee stings were the root of all of my problems.

There was a honk of a car horn in the driveway of the house we rented and I knew that her date was here. Wendy appraised herself one last time in the mirror, “I really do appreciate you helping me out,” she said and then kissed my lightly on the cheek and rushed out the door. I could feel her kiss vibrating on my cheek. A kiss off, I guess. And then I was alone again on a Friday night with absolutely no prospects of that scenario ever changing.

I sat in my desk chair looking at myself in the mirror. For a moment the weight of my loneliness and self-criticism landed on my shoulder and I felt familiar tears start to well in the corners of my eye. And then, as usual, I dropped out of my actual life and imagined what it would be like if things were better. If I was more like Wendy and less like me. For a moment I thought about myself on a date, a simple little dream with dinner, a movie, maybe some coy glances and teasing jokes. It was my normal Friday night dream, I had it when the anxiety inevitably hit every Friday after I masturbated. And when I came down from that dream, I felt more miserable and alone than ever. I didn’t even feel like playing with myself anymore, so the night would be a total loss. If I sat here again, I was going to start crying again. I decided to call my best friend and hoped she would cheer me up.

“Come on Trixie,” I called, “Let’s take a walk.” The little fuzzball came bounding into the room. I pulled off my towel and quickly slipped on a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top. I didn’t even bother with a bra. I grabbed the leash and a few minutes later, my first date in 21 years and I were walking. Usually hairy women aren’t my type but you take what you can get.

I thought that maybe a little fresh air might improve my mood, after all I had been moping around the house since I’d been fired at 11 that morning. It was an early fall evening and already dark as Trixie and I made our way out. It was a little bit chilly and I wished that I’d brought something warmer. I resolved to go home as soon Trixie did her business. At least it was a nice place for a walk. I went, or had gone to I guess, a medium-sized public university in the mountains. There were lots of trees and Wendy and I lived on a nice quiet street in a good part of town.

As it was a Friday night there were many college students milling around. Freshmen in big groups moving around together because they hadn’t decided who they hated yet, stoners sitting on the grass and discussing the cosmos, nerds preparing for role-playing games in the student union, and more than everything else there were girls and guys my age heading to parties in ones and twos. Everyone just seemed so calm and happy; I didn’t understand how they lived in the same world as me. Part of me knew that all I had to do was act like them and I would fit in with them, but emotionally I just couldn’t do it. Instead, I made myself as small as humanly possible, kept my eyes on Trixie, and prayed that no one would notice me.

Finally, Trixie walked over to a nice spot next to a mail box and let loose. At least she was reliably quick when it came to this stuff. In a moment, we had turned and were heading back to the house. But we were no sooner headed in the right direction when an earsplitting crash boomed right over my head. My skin felt prickly and I actually hunched over. I had no idea what was going on. And then my questions were answer. In an instant it went from a clear, warm night to a torrential, freezing downpour.

The water fell in absolute sheets. Instantly the corners of the roads filled with water and started to climb up onto the sidewalk. trabzon escort Trixie was going nuts, jumping all over the place and barking her head off. Not knowing what to do, I put my hands over my head, but it was too little, too late. I was absolutely soaked.

After a moment of being completely frozen with surprise, I started to move back towards the house. I considered running, but I figured that I was already as wet as I could possibly be. I just crossed my arms in front of my chest and kept my head down. You know, my sort of normal position. Trixie tried to jump in all of the puddles as we moved, but I kept her on a short leash and we started to make our way home.

About two blocks from my place I saw two guys standing next to a fire hydrant and just acting like they didn’t notice the rain. I could see they were laughing and looking around. I didn’t want them to notice me (because I never wanted anyone to notice me) so I swung wide on the sidewalk to get around them. As I got closer, I could hear them talking.

“Seriously, I couldn’t have planned this any better if I tried!” One guy said and the other one laughed.

“Totally bro. I mean it is one thing to get a free wet t-shirt contest, but what are the odds that we’d be on the same street as the Delta Zeta house when it happened?”

“Especially when they are all wearing white shirts of some reason!” the first guy said. I followed their eyes and saw across the street there was a handful of sorority girls running around and laughing. They were wearing white and as they ran their large breasts bopped up and down on their chests. The dudes seemed to be mesmerized by them. I guess I was as well and despite my efforts to steer around the two dudes, I found myself brushing against one of them.

“Oh sorry,” I muttered.

“No problem buddy,” The guy said and I felt my face turn red. The other guy turned and looked at me.

“It’s a chick man,” the guy said. Then both guys turned and looked at me. They must’ve seen that I was also wearing a white shirt and their eyes instantly gravitated towards my breasts. I saw a familiar look of disappointment in their eyes and they quickly looked away.

“Yeah, no problem miss,” the guy said. ‘Miss’ being the least sexy possible thing for a frat boy type to call you. It was like I was his twelve year old sister’s best friend or something. I looked down at what they had been looking at. I saw my shirt wet and flat against my chest. I saw the small pink bumps of my nipples pushing through. And I saw nothing else. No bumps where my breasts should be. Maybe I could see my ribs along my side. I looked at the dudes and didn’t even blame them for looking at the girls all the way across the street. I pulled on Trixie’s leash and, as the rain started to relent ever so slightly, I walked as fast as I could to the house.

As soon as I was safely inside the door, all of the tension I had been holding in while I was outside burst out of me. The discomfort with being out on the street, the feeling that the eyes of others were on me and that they were laughing, and finally the humiliation of knowing that I was not sexually attractive to even the horniest, stupidest college students I could possibly walk by. I felt a scream building in my throat as I dropped Trixie’s leash and she bounded into the house to shake the water off of her fur in the kitchen.

“Fuck!” I screamed, “I would sell my fucking soul for a nice pair of tits!” I said and then let out something that sounded like a primal scream. And as my voice rang out in the hallway, I felt the tension slowly ebbing from my body. I heard the rain falling on the roof of the house and knew that I was inside for the night. Wendy would be out late and I would be a lone for a while. My face was still red from humiliation and I was hyperventilating a little from anxiety, but I felt a little better.

“Jesus, Larissa,” I said to myself, “Try to get a hold of yourself.” I shook my head and wondered what had come over me. I thought I was used to this stuff, was my anxiety getting worse? I shook off that feeling and moved into the kitchen to clean up after Trixie.

It took a while to clean up all of the water all over the kitchen, but it was nice, it kept my mind off of my troubles. When I was finished I realized that the whole place still smelled like wet dog. I looked up and saw Trixie staring at me intently. I smiled at her and then took her to the bathroom and gave her a bath. After she was cleaned and dried I changed my clothes and dried my hair. By the time all of that was finished, it was already pretty late (I mean like 11:00 or so) and I had successfully avoided feeling bad for myself for several hours. I decided that that was as good a sign as any that I should take the opportunity to go to sleep. I climbed into my bed.

Of course, the instant that I was no longer busy, all of my thoughts and concerns came back to me. I thought about Wendy and what she was doing. I wondered where those frat boys were. And I wondered where those big-titted sorority chicks were sivas escort at 11 on a weekend night. Unlike earlier, I didn’t feel the intense embarrassment of being a loser as no one was around to see me. I was just sad. Without even realizing it, I slipped into a relatively vivid day dream in which I went to a party and all of those people were there. And they were all trying to talk to me and get my opinion about their looks and their make-up or wanted to ask me out. And I was too busy to talk to any of them, so I just sort of soaked in all of their attention. It was just the sort of day-dream that usually let me into falling asleep. I felt my eyes starting to sting from fatigue and slowly started to drift away…

And suddenly there was a soul-rattling crash, about ten times louder than the crash of thunder that had struck while I was outside. My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly in my bed. My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings and I felt adrenaline rushing through my body. For a moment I was disoriented, especially by the fact that I could tell this was not thunder. The noise, despite its almost unfathomable depth, was definitely coming from my room.

I didn’t have much time to figure out where the noise was coming from. Just a few second after I sat up in my bed and I heard a terrible cracking noise and in a moment my room seemed to fill with smoke. But it wasn’t normal smoke, it smelled heavily of sulfur. I was trying to figure out what kind of fire was happening in my house, but even as I was thinking that I felt a glowing heat. I looked over to the right side of my bed where I felt it and I saw something that made my mouth drop open and, without conscious effort, I felt my head shaking left to right.

I could not believe what I was seeing. In the middle of the floor there was suddenly a gaping hole. It was belching that sulfur smoke and glowed orange and red. And the craziest thing was that I could see down into the hole, or at least partially. It seemed to go down forever, far past the point where I could see. And I was on the first floor of the house, there wasn’t even a basement! I couldn’t even string together two thoughts. My mind was just a scrambled mess and I just kept shaking my head. Suddenly the cracking noise stopped and the hole in my floor stopped growing. Now I could hear a different noise. Emanating out of the hole in my floor, along with the smoke and the glow I could suddenly hear terrible wailing, like a thousand people crying in agony all at once. My skin crawled and I wanted more than anything to get out of my bed, but I couldn’t move.

Suddenly, the glow stopped and my room was plunged into absolute darkness. The wails became louder and the smell of sulfur was thicker. Then, in an instant, the wailing stopped, the sulfur dropped out of the air, and the lights in my room burst back on in all their electric comfort. My eyes immediately flew back to the floor and I saw the hole was still there, darker and more ominous than before. I could still not see the bottom, but it no longer glowed. I wasn’t imagining this!

“Ahem!” a voice said and I jumped quickly in my bed. My eyes flew to the foot of the bed where the voice had come from. I’d been so intent on the floor that I hadn’t noticed someone in my room. Or I guess I should say, something.

The figure I saw at the foot of my bed was so strange and unexpected after my uneasy experience that I could barely believe what I was looking at. The voice was a woman’s voice. A very sexy woman’s voice, thick and breathy like an old-time movie star’s. And the creature that gave birth to the voice absolutely fit it. For the most part, the creature looked like a beautiful woman. She (I will refer to it as a she, what else can I do?) had incredibly long, straight black hair and large, ovular black eyes. Her nose was small and her teeth were incredibly white behind very thick black lips that looked like they’d been painted thickly (but attractively) with charcoal. Her face was fiercely lovely with angular features, dark brooding eyes, and sharp looking teeth. Her body was amazing. Her neck was long, elegant, and thin with thin, feminine arms. Her shoulders were slight, but athletic. Her breasts were covered with what looked like a black bikini top, and they sort of poured out the skimpy fabric. Her stomach was flat and her exposed midriff looked like an underwear model. Her hips flared deliciously and I could see the muscles of her hips underneath of a micro skirt. Her thin legs tapered down to small, delicate feet.

I know what you are thinking at this point: you are describing a hot chick, nothing particularly unbelievable about that, there are millions of them. That is true. But I left a couple of things off. First, her skin. It was red. I don’t mean like she was an Irish girl in Miami red, I mean she was RED red. Her skin was an even tone of ruby from head to toe. Except, as I stated, her lips which were black, as were her eyelids. I told you about her long black hair, what I didn’t say was that sticking up through the hair, above her temples, were to three inch horns, one on either side pointing slightly towards one another. And most disturbing of all was behind her. Swishing around behind her was a long, red tail that ended in a pointed arrowhead shape. In short, she was beautiful, but terrifying.

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Abduction Ch. 2

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Arnold was still thrilled about the progress in his movie and inspired by the fact that he was able to capture so many other curious horse riders in his scenes. He had expected the shoot to take much longer and stopped at the next available truck stop for some takeaway food for all of us.

“My treat!” As he took note of what we would like to eat and suggested we stretch our legs if we wished. “Except you, Katrina.” Winking at me knowingly. He had deliberately parked to one side of the building, near the public conveniences where there were no other cars or trucks nearby.

“Why ever not? Don’t you want to get some really public shots? There’s a table over by that garden over there.” I pointed out some tables, clearly meant for weary travellers to eat outdoors, away from the busy traffic noise. “I don’t mind.” Smiling suggestively.

Arnold looked at me, dumbstruck by my suggestion but with a perplexed expression, seriously considering all the possibilities.

“Look, let me go inside first and check the place out.” He was wavering as a smile crept over his face. I noticed that Olivia was still in shock but everyone else in the car was buzzing animatedly with subdued conversation. Arnold looked at his watch and realizing that it was just before two o’clock in the afternoon now, made his decision. “I’ll see what we can organise. Come on Dárcy”

As the men walked away from the car and Michelle and Monica adopted Arnold’s suggestion to stretch their legs, Olivia turned to me and found her voice.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Shifting over in the seat.

“Why not? We’ve just been out riding for the last three or four hours without our clothes on among God knows how many other people. You didn’t hear any complaints did you? What’s so silly about shooting some film here?” I smiled at her as she struggled to answer me. “At least your boobs won’t get jiggled around on a horse.” Emphasising my point with a wink. “You can rest them on the table.”

Blushing prettily and rubbing her aching chest muscles she slowly nodded her head, realising that I was making sense, I hoped.

“The ranch was private property and Arnold got the owners permission first.” Her voice was shaky and she seemed to be debating the risk factor. “What if we get into trouble?”

“Think about what Arnold wants me to do later. He’s already said that he’ll pay any fines, Olivia. It’s not like it’s a capital offence or anything. I’ve been caught heaps of times. It’s really only a misdemeanour fine you know! I would do it just for the thrill. We’re actually being paid to have fun when you think about it.” While Olivia considered the wisdom of my words and we were alone in the car I deftly changed the subject. “Hey! Call me nosey if you like!” Lowering my voice confidentially. “Does Michelle share Dárcy with you?”

“Sure does!” Olivia brightened her eyes and whispered. “He likes to watch us, you know, just us girls get together first. Then we have to get him hard. He’s so bloody big!” She looked at me. “Have you ever had– y’know– you ever taken it the other way?” She faltered for a moment as she searched my eyes for approval.

“Many times, sweetie!” I reassured her, thinking about the amount of times that my inexperienced anal passage had been violated while I was held captive and nodded eagerly. “Go on. Have you done it with him?” I widened my eyes.

“He tried it once, but— Michelle does it with him all the time. He seems to like it too.” She paused for effect, getting excited now. “He’s really very gentle with her– and he gets it all the way in too, but—” I interrupted her.

“I know what you mean love– hurts like hell the first few times, eh!”

“They both massaged me and used Vaseline to get me all ready first.—It wasn’t that bad, Katrina.” She leapt to Dárcy’s defence. “Maybe I’ll eventually be able to take all of him.” She gave me a shy smile, still blushing and wistful. “I do try! Michelle reckons there’s nothing like it. —Have you ever tried it with someone that big?”

“Only a few times with someone like Dárcy’s size.” I nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a real accomplishment, isn’t it?” My mind was racing with an unexplainable excitement now. “Does he appreciate it?”

“Oh, Yes!” She lowered her eyes. “I haven’t been able to, yet–but every time he does it with Michelle– hesitating— He yells out at the top of his voice “Atta Girl” as he–you know, shoots his load inside her.” She looked up at me with an excited expression and licked her lips. “He gets really loving after that and he gives you head too— you know.”

“Oh! That’s nice!” I agreed, nodding my head. “Look! Here’s Arnold coming back now.” I pointed to the two men approaching the car. “It looks like it might be all set. They haven’t got any food with them yet.”

I was anxious that my bombshell discovery didn’t become too obvious to this poor uneducated young lady. My eyes glazed as my brain went into high gear and my mind raced with the possibilities samsun escort of at last bringing those bastards that abducted and used me so cruelly to some sort of justice. It was ironic that in the midst of my attempt to bolster her confidence she had unwittingly handed me a major possible breakthrough in searching for a means to end my torment. Of course, it could all just be a fantastic co-incidence but— Arnold was calling out.

“Yes!! Unpack the gear, Monica. We can do it here after all.”

Arnold had a beaming smile and was coming toward us waving his arms in the air, excitement written all over his face. The boot lid came up behind us and there was a renewed flurry of activity as gear was set up and light meters were waved around in the air. You would think we were about to film a major production like ‘Gladiator’ or something. I thought of Clint Eastwood’s famous saying; “Make My Day Punk.” It seemed appropriate to the way I was feeling at the moment as I smiled sweetly at Dárcy and jumped out of the car to help carry the photo equipment, fully appreciating that I was totally naked, but now even bolder and more purposeful than ever.

That walk that I had undertaken for Monica was the first time I had been naked among strangers since my abduction. It had been a test of my nerves in a way. It took all the resolve at my disposal that day.

After my ordeal, where for over two weeks I had been kept naked in that room with the lights on until I lost all track of time, I had even begun to wear jeans and panties again. The harrowing experience that I had just been released from had almost destroyed all my self respect and previous confidence. Bearing in mind the humiliation that I felt in displaying myself for unseen admirers in both body and spirit, begging those swine for my life as I played with myself for their amusement and the huge number of other disgusting things that they made me do, it’s amazing that I hadn’t gone completely mad. The small scars on my body had long gone but the legacy lived on in my mind to this day. When I had articulated some of those horrors to Monica it helped me to heal my emotional scars.

From the time I had waited for the doctor’s report and locked myself away in my room, frightened to meet anybody new through to the way I had uncharacteristically quickened my normal leisurely step as I ducked off the main road, resuming my slow pace only when the main road was back within spitting distance, it had been a long tortuous recovery from my point of view.

I put Monica’s camera gear on the table and looked back at Arnold’s car in time to see Dárcy, helping Olivia out of the car and standing with his arm stretched, impatiently, while she slipped out of her dress. I started back toward them and passed Michelle as she walked toward the table, totally nude again with a triumphant smile on her face. Like myself, her nipples were stiff and protruding with the sexual excitement of showing herself to the gathering crowd this way. At this point I was sure that Olivia might need me so I called out.

“It’s alright Dárcy, I’ll give her a hand.” He gave me that same guileless smile as he went to help Arnold with the tripod.

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

Olivia unhooked her bra revealing her greatest assets again to the world around her. Perfectly formed but natural with small erect nipples and large aureoles, they were truly beautiful and inviting. There were wolf whistles and hoots of appreciation to be heard behind me as she removed that last item of clothing. I coaxed Olivia into the ladies restroom on the pretext of relieving myself as soon as she put her bra on the seat beside her dress. I was 99% sure now that Dárcy was my mystery man but only one thing puzzled me. I locked the outside door after I established that there was no-one else inside.

“How long have you known those two?” I was beginning to shake with anticipation as I squatted over the toilet bowl and the urine started to flow. Olivia was timidly checking out her reflection in the mirror, apparently shaken by the starkness of her own nudity and the recent reactions of the spectators. She seemed horrified by the thought of spending even more of her day in front of the public, totally undressed this way.

“Only a couple of weeks. Why?”

“When did Dárcy get that tattoo on his penis?”

“Oh! That tattoo!” She laughed anxiously. “Not long before I met Michelle. Not very long at all! He was out of action while I was getting to know Michelle.” She giggled ambiguously. Poor bastard was still sore from having it done and it was a bit swollen. Not in a good way, if you know what I mean.” Olivia became defensive again. “She’s been married to him for ages, you know.” She thought for a moment. “He gives me the creeps sometimes, but Michelle loves him as much as she loves me, so I do what he tells me to.” She shuddered.

I didn’t have much more time alone with her but I quickly explained the importance of coming urfa escort with Monica and I when we were dropped back to our flat.

“Dinner, night out or photo shoot. I don’t care how you explain it to them but please get out of the car with us when we get back to our flat, love. I’ll explain everything later.” I promised the young girl with watery eyes. “Promise me, Olivia. Please promise me!”

There was something about the urgency of my request that she found compelling. I was searching her eyes for an immediate answer.

“Well, I don’t know? Alright then. I promise, Katrina.” She sounded doubtful as she thought about it. “No! I definitely promise.”

I didn’t know what Michelle and Dárcy had said to Olivia while I was away from her but it was obvious that she had been coerced into removing her clothing again, against her will. I got the impression that she had made up her mind, based the trust she placed on what I had told her.

“Are you alright with that? I had to be sure.

“Yes!” A look of grim determination crossed her face. “Yes, I will come with you, Katrina. I definitely promise you that.”

“Now look love, I think I know how you’re feeling at the moment but it’s really important not to let your friends suspect that we’ve been having this conversation. Just follow me outside and we’ll get this session over with as soon as we can. Try to behave as normally as possible and I promise to explain everything when we get home.”

“Gotcha Katrina, I’ll try.”

She was curious, but realised that I really did have something of importance to her that I desperately needed to convey. I felt sorry that I had put her in such an embarrassing position now, in a way, by suggesting such a public location for Arnold’s shoot.

With my help, she followed me over to the tables where she sat down opposite me. Once she began eating her food and talking with the rest of us she put on a brave face and smiled but young Olivia was nervous throughout. Over the time that we were there, the ambiguous ribald comments from the onlookers seemed to bother her far more than at our previous shoot. A previously deserted area had become a hotbed of activity as the other tables filled up with customers that had previously been inside the building and suddenly decided to eat outside for a change.

She looked relieved and grateful when Arnold finally wrapped up the filming and I walked her back to the car. As I hoped, Michelle and Dárcy had no cause to suspect that I had been making plans to remove Olivia from the danger she was facing and we had successfully put on a prime Oscar winning performance for Arnold. He was really pleased with all of us and I’m sure he captured some tremendous footage.

Olivia’s fingers were shaking as she fumbled with her front hooked bra to cover herself up again as the spectators watched in silent amusement. They seemed to sense her nervousness and made it worse by staring in her direction.

“Thanks Katrina.” Olivia whispered, as I assisted her into her bra. “You’re a lifesaver. I’m so nervous.”

I helped Olivia into her dress before I dressed myself and slid into the seat beside her, leaving room for Monica on the other side of Olivia. Poor thing was still shaking so I comforted her while we waited for the others. She was even more resolved to join Monica and I for dinner so I told her to take her cues from me and just go along with my suggestions as soon as we were dropped off at home.

Luckily, it was Arnold that suggested he dropped Monica and I off first. The mood in the car was buoyant and Arnold congratulated all of us on the progress he had made so far, mentioning the beach and surfing shots with special reverence.

“If the weather holds, Monica and I might go back there tomorrow morning.” I squeezed Olivia’s hand and gave Monica a nod, hoping she would agree.

“I won’t need you guys till Monday so have fun.” Arnold agreed.

The conversation in the car centred on all of our various plans for Sunday amidst light cheerful banter until we neared our apartment block. Olivia sat in thoughtful silence between Monica and I before I gave Monica the nod and she agreed that it would be a great idea for Olivia to come to the beach with us the next day.

As Arnold pulled up to let us out Michelle and Darcy protested that their group lived too far away to join us at the beach. Immediately, I leapt on the opportunity to invite Olivia to spend the night with us. I had successfully cornered them into allowing Olivia to make the decision.

“We can drop Olivia back to your place tomorrow afternoon, just before dinnertime.” I offered, casually.

“Oh Yes! That’s a great idea. You don’t mind do you Michelle? Perhaps Monica and Katrina would like to stay for dinner?” Olivia was brighter than I had given her credit for.

It was obvious that Dárcy wasn’t thrilled by our suggestion but the pair of them had no viable alternative but to agree to the sudden arrangements.

“We’ll sinop escort have dinner around Six o’clock tomorrow night. Don’t be late, will you? I’ll cook up something special for all of you.” She tried to sound cheerful but Michelle was definitely suspicious.

“No worries! We’ll be there.” I cheerfully reached over and pecked Michelle and Dárcy on the cheek, endeavouring to allay any fears they may have that I may have recognised them. “Look forward to seeing you both tomorrow then.” I smiled disarmingly at both of them.

Standing with Monica and Olivia at the kerbside, waving farewell to the departing car, my heart leapt as I realised that we had pulled it off, and without an ugly incident. Olivia was safe for now and, by the time I had informed her fully about my own harrowing experience a few weeks ago, she may well have a new perspective on her two married companion’s motives in befriending her.

“Lets go inside.” By now I was positive that both Michelle and Dárcy had been among my mystery abductors. Although our Arnold really didn’t seem like the type somehow, I only trusted Monica at this early stage.

The apartment was empty and Monica silently let us in with her keys. She had been subdued and thoughtful about this unexpected turn of events and was clearly puzzled.

“Perhaps you’d like to tell me what this is about, Katrina.”

As Monica entered the apartment and put on the kettle for a cup of tea for all of us, she was still subdued. She knew that my strange, perplexing behaviour was unusual but probably thought it had more to do with my own lustful desires. Jealous again? I expected so.

“You know what I told you about what happened to me before I came here?”

“Yes.” Cautiously glancing toward Olivia.

I looked at her, serious and determined to explain my real motives.

“Olivia’s friends were there!” I revealed quietly, loud enough for Olivia to overhear and more determined than ever to save her from the same fate. Those bastards were going to pay dearly for their fun at my expense. Now I only needed to convince Olivia that her friends were not what they appeared to be. They had to be stopped!

At once Monica was attentive and caring, realising for the first time that there was a great deal more to my unexpected invitation to young Olivia, to join us for the night. I brought Olivia up to date with my abduction to the point where Vladimir had been used on me that second night. Monica listened as she made us dinner. Olivia and I compared notes on her background and my own.

She had met Michelle for the first time when she was lonely and out of work. Like myself in many ways, Olivia was by herself in the city and had no other friends or relatives close by that might miss her if she disappeared from sight. Michelle had wasted no time in inviting her to stay with her and her husband in order to save her money for other essentials. Sex between the two ladies had started the first night Olivia moved in with her. She had evidently been seduced by Michelle into believing that she was worshipped by the pair of them and was told that they would help her to be very famous one day. Today’s work had actually been her first modelling assignment with them and they had assured her that it was part of their plan for her to break into movies and be a big star. My blood curdled as she explained that Michelle and Dárcy had friends in the country and were intending to introduce them to her next week. Once Monica sat down with us, I continued my story to the point where I had begun my second session of ‘training’, as they called it.

“They began gently enough this time, three or four of them I think, greasing up my entire body and massaging me. One lady worked her fingers into my bottom until she eventually inserted her whole hand, She must have had very small hands. Quite painful at first, I was determined not to upset them again after the last time so I just let her get on with it even though I found it quite embarrassing.

After a while I was in ecstasy so I just lay there, allowing them do whatever they liked with me, expressing pleasure and willingness to please.” I looked at Olivia with a knowing smile. “It was actually not too bad at all. Then, without warning, they all left the room and this extremely well hung guy took my blindfold off.”

I described the mixed feelings I had as I opened my eyes cautiously and looked around the room. The guy with the tee shirt and mask on, standing ominously before me was waiting patiently, waving his penis at me and chuckling to himself as if he was enjoying every minute. Olivia in particular, was entranced as I described his easy confident manner and how he had been so gentle and endearing while I worked at getting him fully erect. He explained that he was brought there in captivity too and almost had me believing every word he said.

“I quickly worked out that his vanity might end up being used to my advantage so I really made love to him. I made him believe that I had really fallen for him.” I coloured up as I looked at the other girls. “Well! I’m sure you both know what I mean. He called his penis–you’re both not going to believe this– ‘Top Gun’ of all the cheek!”

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Hello everybody, my name is Rahul I am 30 year old. The story I am going to narrate is a real story; I remember the day as if it was yesterday. I was 18 years old and was studying in junior college.

I and Ranjit were very good friends, I was quite good in studies so my friends mother Anjali invited me to study at their home with Ranjit. In his family they were four of them including his brother Vikram & their father Ajay. Mr.Ajay was in the navy & would be out for 6-8 months at a stretch. I hardly got to see him.

In 2 months time I had become a part of their family, I would visit them almost daily after college as well as on holidays. Vikram was 19, Anjali was 36 & Ajay was 40. Anjali had maintained herself very well, although she was not very good looking she had maintained her elf very well. She had a figure like 38-30-38. When our exams approached I was requested to stay back in the nights as well so that I could help Ranjit in Maths & Science. After our regular college hours I would go home have dinner and reach their place by 9.00pm, sometimes I would have dinner with the Sharma’s. Ranjit preferred to get up early in the morning and I always preferred to study late. I would help Ranjit till 11.00pm and then continue with my studies till about 2.00am. Ranjit would go to bed by 11.00pm and get up by 6.00am in the morning, I would getup by 8.00am.

One evening around 9.30pm Vikram was running fever, anjali had taken his temperature & I was trying to read it, I could not make out what the temperature was so anjali came close behind me & tried to explain to me how the reading was to be taken, she came very close and stuck her breast to my shoulder. It was as if some electric current had passed through my body. I tried not to show any reaction to this incidence.

The same night it was raining very heavily due to which the climate was quite chilly, anjali is a schoolteacher by profession and she had some test papers to correct, they have a house with 2 bed rooms, one fairly big living room & one kitchen. One bedroom for the parents and other one was shared between Ranjit & Vikram. Since Ajay was usually out of town, Vikram would sleep in their parent’s bedroom. I would be in the same room as Ranjit, Anjali would sleep any where either next to Ranjit or Vikram, nothing was fixed. It must be about 12.30am and I wanted a break so I went to the living room where anjali was watching a movie as well as correcting the papers. I asked her if she could make me some coffee for which she agreed.

She returned back with 2 cups, I was sitting on a sofa and she sat near the foot of the sofa where my feet were, she sat very close, this was not unusual she did in the presence of her sons as well. We were chatting about our progress in studies, about the papers she was correcting. It was quite chilly & my feet felt very warn to her so held my feet while we were chatting, I did not pay any attention to this, as I was engrossed watching the movie as listening to what she was saying.

This must have continued for some time and then she placed my feet in her lap saying that they felt good, she kept them there for some time, she was wearing a salwar kameez dress and the material of the salwar felt good to me as well. We stayed like this for around 10 –15 mins. The sinop escort movie got over and she went and slept in the bedroom in which Ranjit was sleeping. I proceeded to study for some time and then I went and slept next to Vikram. After some time Anjali came to check how Vikram was feeling, he was sound asleep & she checked his temperature, he had little fever so she said that she would sleep in between Vikram & me. I was quite excited as she would generally sleep on the other side of her sons but today she wanted to sleep in between the two of us. Vikram had taken some medicines and was fast asleep, she asked me if I was feeling sleepy, I said not too much so she started taking to me about Vikram, how he needs her near him when he is not well and things like that. The bed was not very big and she was quite close to me our bodies were touching a little, out feet were touching, her feet were quite cold and mine were warm so she asked me if I could keep my feet on hers, which I did I was quite excited as well as I had never felt a women this way, she was no longer my friends mother but a women next to me. I was getting a hard on.

She told me that my feet were feeling quite comfortable to her and asked me if I liked the feel, I replied on the affirmative. She said I was very nice & cute and she liked me very much. I asked her why she liked me and she said she liked me the day she saw me. She turned to me side now and kept her leg over mine I was sleeping straight & I could feel her legs on mine, her thighs touching mine. I wanted to touch her like a man would touch a woman but I could not take any initiative. She was now caressing her entire leg on mine. I had put on pajamas and my cock was hurting inside my underwear. It was actually paining because it wanted to become free.

She said that I have a very pretty face and she felt like kissing my face and she kissed me on my cheeks, my chin on my fore head. She did this many times, I wanted to kiss her back, I wanted to feel her breast which were less then 6 inches away from me but I was stunned. I was also completely excited so drawing courage I asked her if I could kiss her, she said I could so I kissed her on her cheeks & also kissed her on her lips, she asked me why I kissed her lips as they were to be kissed only by her husband. I said I liked her lips very much so I kissed her on her lips and said I was very sorry if I had hurt her, she said it was all right now and told me that even I had very soft lips and they felt very good. Now we were very close and there was no gap between us, her breasts were touching my shoulder and I was enjoying the soft feel. I asked her if I could kiss her again on her lips. She said ok I kissed her on the lips but she did not respond to my kiss. I got bold and I asked her if I could feel her breast, she said I could, so I put my hands on her breast and started kneading them through her dress, I thought I would get to fuck her but she was not responding the way I was expecting, she had somehow got back the control over herself.

I told her that I was very excited for which she said she could understand but she could not do anything I was like her son. I told her that I had a hard on for which was hurting me very badly but she said she really could not do anything. I tried sivas escort to persuade her and after some time she asked me to follow her back to the living room, she sat on the sofa and asked me sit next to her. She said that she was sorry that she started all this but there was no way we could go further on this as this would be wrong. I was not willing to listen to anything as I was hard like rock and my 7 inch cock needed a release, I told her that my cock was paining and she said replied by saying that the only way to take care of it was intercourse and she could not do that with me. I tried convincing her but she did not budge finally she went back to the bedroom and I followed her. I started feeling her breast through her dress again but she said I could do what do what I liked but she would not give her self to me.

I caressed her nipples through her dress, which had become quite hard by now but she was not responding. Even when I kissed her lips she did not part them. I then put my hand on her thighs and started caressing them, she kept on saying that I could do what I liked but she will not respond to me, I felt her cunt hair through the material of the dress, she was lying on my side so it was becoming difficult to have access to her cunt, the dress material was making it more difficult, I kept on trying by moving my fingers further and further, finally I felt the wet spot, it was her vagina, I was now feeling her cunt through her dress, she did not have any panties, now her resistance was becoming less, she turned a little to her side and this game my finger more access to her cunt, she was not saying anything now but her breathing was becoming faster & faster. Her hips were moving now in rhythm with my finger, she gave all fake resistance now opening the strings of her dress & lowered her salwar, she asked me to come on top of her, I could not believe my ears, she pleaded asking me to enter her wet cunt, I removed my pajamas & underwear and came over her, Vikram was soundly sleeping the medicines had their effects. I came on top of her and she guided my virgin cock inside her wet cunt, I entered her slowly and I put my entire 7 inched cock all the way inside, she gave out a cry, she held me very close to her and wrapped her legs around me. I was in heaven & so was she, she felt my cock for about a minute and asked me to fuck her, she kept on saying fuck me Rahul, fuck me, fuck me as fast as you can, fuck me hard, fuck me more… I was too excited so within 20 fast strokes I came inside her, she wanted more but she could understand my condition. I fell on top of her for some time and then lay next to her. A thought came to my mind that I was no longer a virgin. She put on her salwar & I put on my underwear & pajama.

She placed her hand inside my under clothes and was stroking my cock within 10 minutes my cock came to life, she was very happy to see my cock hard once again, she asked me to follow her to the living room. She asked me to wait and went to the washroom, when she returned she lay on the sofa and asked me to come on top of her, I wanted to remove her salwar but she placed my hand above her cunt, she had torn her salwar over the cunt area & she asked me to remove my cock outside my pants without removing them completely, I did as directed, tekirdağ escort she was totally wet & this time I rammed my cock inside her cunt in one stroke, she gasped & cried with pleasure, I started giving her fast strokes, she asked me to go all the way in and then all the way out, once I got into a rhythm I started doing it faster and faster. This time I lasted longer and within 5 minutes she started moving her hips in rhythm to mine, she started doing the same faster & faster, she was crying yes.. yes.. I am coming … fuck me faster.. Faster..yes yes…yes..she kept a hand over her mouth to keep from shouting she was panting very hard and with one strong cry of ahhhhhhh………………….she came, she came hard she came for almost 30 seconds she was shaking with pleasure. We departed immediately, I went to Ranjit’s room & she went to Vikarms room.

I tried to sleep but I could not as I was till very hard, I went back to her room, she was lying on her back sleeping peacefully. Without waking her up I removed my pajamas & underwear & with my hard cock placed my cock at the wet entrance. I got access to it immediately & in one stroke rammed my complete cock, she was totally taken by shock and gave out a small cry.. had Vikram not been on medicines he would have definitely woke but luckily for us he did not move. So I started ramming my cock faster and faster, anjali was enjoying every bit of this fast fucking & within 5 minutes. I came inside her.

One we started fucking there was no stopping, we would be sitting on the same dining table having dinner with Ranjit & Vikram & I would put my toe on her cunt, I would caress her cunt while having food and no one would know about it. I fucked her almost every night, very often it would happen with either of her son sleeping next to her but lucky for us we never got caught. We never got to have long hours of sex, it always used to be quickies anywhere any time.

One day I reached their place at 8.00pm in the evening, Anjali was wearing a blue sari which was sticking to her body, looking at her I got a hard on, Vikram had gone out with his friends, anjali asked me to look at some of the exam papers of her school students while she said she would prepare dinner for us, she asked me what I would like to have I asked her to make chicken curry, she asked Ranjit to get some fresh chicken, the place was about 200 meters away from her place and Ranjit would not take more then 7-8 minutes to return. As soon as he was gone I pulled Anjali to me self & kissed her full on the lips, she started kissing me back, I put my hand on her breast and started caressing them though her blouse. Took her the bedroom & lifted her sari, she was already wet I was already hard as a rock, I rammed my cock inside her and started fucking her, she was so excited about this that she came within 3 to 4 minutes, soon after I loaded my cum inside her. She left for the washroom & I got back to checking those papers & immediately ranjit returned unaware of what happened in the short time.

We have gone together in crowded trains the three of us or all four of us, the trains are so crowded that I would put my hand on her cunt though her dress and no one would realize this, This way she would become very wet & with every small opportunity I would get my cock in her cunt.

I kept on fucking Anjali for almost a year, each time would be more fun & excitement then the other, I will come back with the second part with more exciting instances of fucking Anjali with her Ranjit & Vikram not very far away from us.

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“Doctor Martin. That was a superb presentation. As usual.”

“Thank you. The theory of Computation of Protein Structure Function Relations isn’t exactly a barnburner for most people,” she replied pleasantly.

“Let’s just say it’s a whole lot more interesting when presented by someone so…pleasing to the eye.”

Constance Martin, who preferred to be called Connie, earned her PhD in the narrow field of Theoretical and Computational Chemistry at the age of 26. Now 38, she was a tenured professor at UCLA and had published numerous scholarly, peer-reviewed papers in her chosen area of study.

She and her team had spent the last year carefully putting together the data for this most recent paper which she’d just presented at a prestigious seminar attended by other PhDs interested in that narrow branch of chemistry.

The man who was flattering her was one of the most well-know scientists in the profession, and he, like nearly every other man who’d ever met her, had been intrigued by her combination of intelligence and beauty.

Connie Martin was brilliant. Math and science had always come easily to her. In terms of looks, she was a natural blonde who wore her hair between chin and shoulder length, hair which framed a beautiful face with alabaster skin and clear, blue eyes, and perfectly straight, white teeth. She was a shade under 5’8″ tall, and weighed somewhere around 120 pounds, give or take, on any given day.

The lab coat she religiously wore tended to hide some of her finer feminine attributes such as a pair of nearly symmetrical, C-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and most of her long, shapely legs and nicely-curved ass, a word she occasionally used to describe that part of her anatomy.

She wasn’t a prude by any means, she just agreed with the old saw about profanity being the domain of the weak-minded. Then again, she was well aware that the occasional, well-placed expletive could say in one word what would otherwise require an entire paragraph of prose. On rare occasions, she would shock those who didn’t know her as she flatly delivered one.

A two-word combination came to mind to express her disinterest in this older man’s interest in her, but saying ‘fuck off’ to someone of his stature could be detrimental to her own career so she only smiled and chose something more polite.

“You’re always the charmer, Edward.”

“Charming enough to perhaps finally convince you to allow me to take you to dinner?” he asked, pressing his luck.

“Edward. You know I don’t date,” she told him, even though she knew he was aware that wasn’t true.

She did, in fact, date. She was just very selective in her choice of men when it came to dating, and Edward had no chance of never make the cut.

She was even less a snob than a prude, but there were lines she wouldn’t cross, and dating a man she found completely unattractive was one such line. Even a man who could help her career in many ways.

He smiled in spite of the sting of rejection then said, “You are still the epitome of Churchill’s take on tact, Doctor Martin. I must admit that while you essentially just told me to go to hell, I rather enjoyed the trip.”

His blunt acceptance of his fate made her laugh but only politely, and caused her to momentarily think about even the possibility of going to dinner with someone like him—assuming it was just dinner—which it clearly wasn’t.

The truth was, work took up most of her life. That part was true. Edward was not only a good fifteen years older than her, time had not been kind to him, and it was doubtful he’d ever been even close to her in terms of looks when he was younger and in his prime. Looks weren’t everything, of course, but they were most often the catalyst that allowed for things like attraction, love, and romance to bloom, and the simple truth was, there was no attraction there whatsoever.

“I would never say such a thing to someone as distinguished as you, Edward,” she told him, flashing that amazing smile of hers that always served to lessen the blow.

“Once again, I find myself much less disappointed by your most recent rejection than I normally would.”

“There’s someone for everyone, Edward. You know that, right?” she said in a way he wouldn’t take as either patronizing or condescending.

“Perhaps next year?” he said with the slightest modicum of hope.

“Ask me then, okay,” she said politely before excusing herself.

She pulled out her phone and took a quick look. It wasn’t surprising to see a large number of texts, but there were also a dozen phone call notifications, and almost no one called her anymore. She opened the app and realized all of them were from her mother.

A sense of dread washed over her as she hit ‘redial’ and waited. Two minutes later she hung up the phone, too overcome with shock and grief to even move.

The next morning, she was on a plane to Charlotte, North Carolina, the city where she’d grown up and gone to college as an undergraduate before earning her masters and PhD sakarya escort at Duke University in Durham, 140 miles to the northeast of her hometown.

As she winged her way east, Connie fought back tears as she fondly recalled her life at home with her mom and dad. Her mother could often be cold, but she was mostly…aloof.

In sharp contrast, her father had been warm, genuine, and always interested in his only child, no matter how busy he was. And his sense of smell was unparalleled, at least in his world where perfume had supported their family, and her specifically, all the way through graduate school.

She’d been a daddy’s girl growing up, and now, without warning, he was gone. It had been her turn to call that Sunday, but she’d declined in favor or putting the final touches on the paper she’d just presented. As a result, she’d missed the last chance she would ever have to hear her father’s rich, baritone voice and the laugh she so dearly loved.

*****

One Day Later. Mint, Hill, NC. Just East of Charlotte.

“Okay, Sweet Pea. Go see Nana.”

“Good morning, Lexi! How’s my favorite girl in the whole world?”

“Nana? Can I go play?” the two-year old, who was closer to three, asked without answering her grandmother’s question.

“Of course you may. I need to talk to your father anyway.”

Once the little girl was out of sight, Marilyn Lane could tell her son needed to say something.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“I don’t know, Mom. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but I just found out Mr. Martin passed away.”

“Oh, my heavens! When?”

“Yesterday from what I was told. He was in his office at work, and evidently he had a heart attack.”

He didn’t need to add, “Just like Dad.”

His mother had been with his father when he passed away from the same thing a little over a year ago. And as awful as that had been, her son, Adam, lost his wife, Kristi, during childbirth a little under three years ago himself. Women weren’t supposed die giving birth in 2015, but as he later learned, it still happened more often than most people knew, and Kristi Lane had been one of them.

Adam Lane had spent four years in the US Marine Corps, mostly to get the GI Bill to put himself through college, although out of no small sense of patriotism and giving back.

He was a very good-looking young man who’d dated often in high school and just as often on active duty less the year he spent in Afghanistan. Marriage had never even entered his mind, but just before leaving the service, he’d met the most amazing woman; a woman who stole his heart from the moment he saw her. For both of them, it was truly a case of ‘love at first sight’.

Just six months later they were married, and within another three months, she was pregnant.

Kristi Lane was just 23 and as beautiful as any woman he’d ever met, and she was also everything Adam ever hoped to find in a woman. Like him, marriage had been the last thing on her mind until she came to Southern California to visit her brother, a good friend of Adam’s. When his buddy introduced her, both she and Adam knew it was ‘game over’, and Kristi fell just as hard for the handsome young Marine who just happened to also be everything she’d ever dreamed of in a husband.

She willingly went with him back to North Carolina where his family grew roses, most of which were purchased by a perfume maker in nearby Charlotte.

North Carolina has the kind of climate where various kinds of roses such as Noisettes, Teas, Chinas, and Tea Noisettes grew quite well. There was even a pretty decent chance of growing Camellias.

The company that bought nearly 90% of the family’s flowers was called Dynex, and David Martin had been the company’s owner and master perfumer until his untimely passing. The company’s only other master perfumer had been lured away just over a year ago, leaving only the owner to do the work of two men and run the business.

“Oh, my. His poor wife and children,” his mother said almost somberly.

“I agree. I’d say I can’t imagine what they’re going through, but we know that all too well.”

“Yes. Sadly, we do,” his mother said. “Listen. I think we should offer to help. I don’t know whether they need or even want it, but we should make ourselves available regardless, don’t don’t you think?”

“I agree. Any ideas on what to even suggest? Food maybe?”

“That’s always welcome, but they’re a very well-off family, so it’s unlikely a casserole would be of much value. I’m thinking more in terms of lending a sympathetic ear. I didn’t really know him all that well, and I only met his wife once, but she seemed like a nice enough lady. A little…cold…perhaps, but in a time like this, everyone needs all the friends they can get.”

“Dad said that several times about her. The coldness. He also mentioned the entire family was otherwise very well grounded and down to earth in spite of whatever fortune they’ve amassed.”

“Not to talk out of school, samsun escort or to contradict myself, but I’ve heard they’ve had a rough go of it the last year or two. I have no idea how true that is, but it could be they’re not as well off as we’ve always assumed.”

“Well, rich or poor, losing a loved one—especially when it’s unexpected—is never easy. So just let me know how I can help.”

“I will, and I also know what this potentially means to us. And now that you’re running the business, to you and Lexi.”

“We’ll be fine, Mom. Whatever happens, we’ll be okay. In the meantime, we’ll keep growing the best roses possible, and keep our fingers crossed.”

He turned to leave then stopped and sniffed.

“What are you baking that has nutmeg in it?” Adam asked.

His mom laughed then said, “That nose of yours is incredible. It’s pumpkin pie. As if you couldn’t tell.”

Adam’s keen sense of smell had been a longtime source of fascination, amusement, and entertainment in the Lane household. From a very early age, he’d been able to detect the faintest of odors around the house to a degree that was downright scary at times.

Most humans have about a thousand olfactory receptor genes and around five million olfactory receptors in their nose. By comparison, a dog has some 2,000 genes and around 220 million receptors. So while dogs can be trained to detect cancers, find bombs or sniff out drugs, and track scents, humans tend only to notice scents to the degree that something smells good or bad to them.

However, with practice, human beings can detect the subtle differences in thousands of scents. David Martin was one such person. Adam Lane was another, but no one, to include himself, knew just how sensitive his sense of smell was beyond what others jokingly called ‘a freak of nature’.

“Dad often told me I should get into the perfume business,” Adam reminded his mom.

“Right. He said that quite a few times. He told me if he had your nose, he’d been making perfume instead of growing the products that went into it.”

“It’s a little too late for me now, I suppose,” her son said. “I’m kind of knee-deep in the growing part.”

“Never say never, honey,” his mom replied.

Adam laughed then assured her he was too busy growing roses to worry about turning them into perfume. He also let her know he was heading to work to tend the flowers, the ones he might no longer be able to sell. And while he’d never tell his mother, he was more than a little concerned about what might happen to their business should Dynex close its doors.

When Connie landed in Charlotte, she wasn’t surprised her mother wasn’t there to meet her. What was a surprise is not having the limo waiting for her. But life ‘in the real world’, as much as academia and research could be called ‘real’, had accustomed her to the way everyone else lived. She made a generous salary and bonuses but was nowhere as well off as her parents, so not traveling by limo was her norm since leaving home.

Then again, some of the things her father had told her over the last year made her wonder if the company’s future might be in danger with the limousine and driver early casualties.

That aside, she knew her mother had no interest in taking over and running the company, and would almost certainly want to sell it as soon as possible. But Connie was now a 50% owner, and had as much right to decide the future of Dynex as her mom. She just had no idea what she wanted to do yet. For now, the business of saying goodbye to her beloved father was her primary concern.

When she walked inside her parents’ 5,200 square foot home, she had to walk around to eventually find her mother.

“Oh, Constance. It’s so good to see you,” her mom said, the ever-present sort of half smile permanently in place.

“Hi, Mom,” she said as she hugged her mother who eventually hugged her back.

“How are you holding up?”

“Just fine,” her mother informed her. “After all you can’t unring a bell.”

Rather than lash out, Connie accepted her mother’s cold indifference as something she was powerless to change. It didn’t make it any easier to accept, but it was as fixed in place as was the ‘smile’ that never seemed to wax or wane.

“We’ll be sitting down with Roger this evening and discussing the business,” her mother informed her without so much as asking if her daughter had plans or how she was doing.

“Oh. All right. That makes sense,” Connie said, hoping to sound agreeable.

Just as matter of factly, her mother announced, “As you know, your father wanted to be cremated, so we’ll hold a memorial service this weekend rather than a funeral.”

“Okay,” was all her daughter could say as she pushed the thought of flames and ashes out of her mind even as the equally macabre image of ‘being’ in a closed box where worms eventually ate one’s flesh, tried to creep in.

Connie shuddered at both options then tried to focus.

“So were there any warning signs with Daddy? Any urfa escort prior complaints about chest pains or arm pain or…”

“No. Nothing at all. He seemed perfectly well that morning. He was up at 5am and headed to work by 6:30. And that afternoon…he was gone.”

The slight hitch in her mother’s voice was the closest thing Connie saw to real emotion that day or even at the memorial. She was truly an ‘Iron Maiden’ but not in the sense of the late Margaret Thatcher.

That evening, Roger painted a very bleak picture for the new co-owners.

“So as you can see, Dynex is in dire straights financially. This new order would have restored the company to fiscal health, but without your father, synthesizing this new scent for the largest order in many years seems like an impossibility.”

“What new scent?” Connie asked.

“It isn’t new, per se. Your father came up with it some 30 years ago, but that was before the age of computers. The formula was written down on paper, and the fire…”

“Right. I was what? Maybe…seven…back then?” Connie said as she recalled the fire that destroyed her father’s office and a good portion of the old building.

They’d used the insurance money to rebuild and came back better and stronger and until two years ago, Dynex had been ‘in the black’.

“But when our only remaining master perfumer left for a very lucrative offer in the south of France… Well, you can imagine the turmoil. I’m no doctor, but the stress that heaped on your father had to be…enormous.”

Connie fought back tears even as her mother rolled along without a hitch.

“What’s it worth? If we sell right now?”

“Well. That’s a big ‘if’. There are a lot of factors involved such as…”

“No. Stop. Just work up the various possibilities and present them to me as soon as possible,” she said.

“To…us,” Connie added, politely but firmly.

Her mother gave her a glance from the side then said, “I had no idea you were even interested.”

“Mother, that’s not fair. I love my job, but I love my family, too, and…”

“Ha!” she said quietly before saying more loudly, “You loved…half…of it, anyway.”

Connie ignored the dig then politely reminded her mother she was the co-owner.

Roger wanted to say, “Yes, that’s right,” but he’d been on the receiving end of one too many tongue lashings from ‘the Iron Maiden’ over the years.

“Fine. Present the options to…us,” she said coldly. “Unless you have something else, that’ll be all, Roger.”

Connie walked him to the door then asked for a quick summary.

“What’s the bottom line, Roger? How bad is it?”

“If you could develop the new scent and get the perfume ready by the deadline, it would turn everything around and then some. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’d be lucky to get out without losing money. I mean, after paying off all of the outstanding debts, I don’t see there be a whole lot left over for you and your mother.”

“Okay. Thank you for the honesty, Roger. That gives me a feel for where we are.”

“It doesn’t look promising, Connie,” he told her truthfully.

“No. And finding a new ‘nose’ is a monumental task even without a looming deadline,” she said knowing he was well aware how difficult that would be.

Roger hadn’t noticed the tiny vial around her neck, but when he saw it, he said, “May I ask what’s in the vial?”

“Oh, it’s a perfume Daddy gave me when I turned nine. I forgot all about it until I left home. I started wearing it and haven’t taken it off since.”

“Do you by any chance know the name of the perfume?” Roger asked.

“Of course,” she said.

“It wouldn’t be Sandalwood Fire, would it?” Roger asked, the hopeful expectation in voice clear and obvious.

“Yes. How did you know that?” Connie asked, completely bewildered by what she knew couldn’t be a lucky guess.

“Oh, my Lord,” Roger said, reeling from the revelation. “That is the perfume your father created.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I can’t. I don’t have the nose to tell by scent. But that’s the name of it. Your father had the tiniest amount, and that’s what he used to sell the product. The buyers were, well…gaga…over the scent, and your father spent his days trying to recreate it exactly. I had no idea you had some yourself.”

Connie touched the tiny vial and said, “I used to smell it every now and then, but I’ve never used it before. It’s utterly unique, and if what you’re saying is true…if we could recreate this…”

“Yes. Exactly. But without a ‘nose’ to tell you the ingredients…how can you possibly do that? Even your father was struggling to come up with two notes he couldn’t pin down or recall from what he’d put on paper three decades earlier.”

“I don’t know, Roger, but I do know we need to put out a worldwide notice that we’re willing to pay top dollar for someone who can do just that. Can you work with advertising and marketing to start that ASAP?”

“Yes. It’ll be my top priority,” he told her. “Just keep in mind that department is down to one person.”

The look on his face told Connie something else was wrong so she asked.

“I suppose I’d caution you not to get too overly enthused about the possibility of finding someone on such short notice.”

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Family Matters Ch. 04

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Big Tits

The saga continues for Gary and the rest of his family. If you haven’t already read them I suggest you begin with chapters 1-3 to give the background needed to understand how they all got to this point. Suffice it to say that our hero never had the stamina or the virility with past girlfriends that he now possesses with his family. And remember guys and gals, things like this don’t really happen except in the twisted fields of my mind.

*

Well, the happy/sad Friday finally arrived and the four of us all wanted to get enough fucking done to possibly hold us until Jennie went back to school. Mom and I were finally able to get some one-on-one time as Ronnie and Jess decided to go get some extra groceries. They got back at about 2:45 and Jess yelled up to let us know they were back, and that her mom had called “NEXT”. Mom sighed even though she had finished cumming just before they got back. I knew she wanted to squeeze one more in before Ronnie got up stairs and she soon was working hard to get there.

Suddenly I heard Ronnie shriek “JENNIE! OH MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU, JENNIE!” Jess was equally vocal in her greeting as both were trying to let us know who was early.

“Hurry!” my mom said through gritted teeth. “Oh god hurry, I need to cum again! Fuck me damn it and make me cum! Shit, damn, fuck, shit! She is so damned early! Oh Gary fuck me faster, I need to cum one more time!” Mom had a desperate look on her face as I picked up the pace trying to get her off in record time.

“OH shit, Sandy, I’m almost there,” I told my mom before I groaned, “Oh fuck, Sandy, I’m cumming! Cum with me, oh shit!” Mom’s pussy clamped onto me and she came seconds after I did, both of us biting our lip or something to keep from crying out. As soon as mom’s climax was over she rolled off of me giving me a quick kiss before whispering to me to hurry up and get down stairs. Then she threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of cutoffs, slipped on some sandals and headed down stairs to greet my sister.

I quickly wiped off most of the cum that had drained onto me then pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and headed down to greet our way too early family member. My only thought was it would be a very long nine days! Walking down stairs I just hoped Jen wouldn’t pick up on what our mom and I had been doing.

Before I reached the bottom of the stairs Jen squealed out “GARY, god I’ve missed you so much!” as she ran to me and hugged me as I stepped off the stairs. She held the hug much longer than normal and I was sure she was rubbing against me slightly before she inhaled and scrunched up her nose. Giving me a weird look she inhaled again. Then she whispered in my ear, “Jesus Gary, we have GOT to talk! Soon!”

Just then the front door opened and the most incredible vision of beauty perfected walked through the door. I’m sure I looked like a duffus as I gawked at the unbelievably gorgeous little, and I do mean little, woman before me. “Hi, I’m Kim,” the vision said. She walked to my statue like body and reached out her hand in greeting saying, “You must be my room mate’s brother!”

Jen nudged me and I finally recovered enough to say “Uh, oh, hi, I’m Gary and very pleased to meet you.” Looking briefly at my sister I said, “Sis, you didn’t say you were bringing anybody with you, especially one as lovely as this!”

Jen groaned while Kim replied, “Why thank you for the compliment, Gary, and you look pretty good yourself.” We finally shook hands then I helped carry their luggage to their rooms.

********

It took about two hours for Jen to get me alone in the garage where she emphatically said, “My god, bro, get a girlfriend for god’s sake!”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Good grief, I noticed it when I walked into the house, the smell is so strong I don’t see how nobody else in the house seems to notice!”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“If you won’t get a girlfriend, you should at least clean up your messes instead of fouling the air of the whole house!” I started to protest again when she cut me off with, “Cut the crap, Gary, I’m your big sister, I’ve dated lots of guys and in case you forgot, I am pre-med so I know what that smell is.” My continued blank stare infuriated her as she softly screamed at me, “Damn it, if it’s blunt you want then blunt you will get! Stop jerking off all over the house! The smell is everywhere! Not only that but I am so embarrassed that Kim had to meet you when you literally REEKED of cum! A good looking guy like you must be able to find a girlfriend that can help you out and take all the cum you have. For that matter, take some of your college fund and use it as ‘expense’ and go hire a hooker, or three!”

“Thanks for the kind words, sis,” I said sarcastically. “I DON’T ‘jerk off’ all over the house, if you must know. It must be my natural aroma.”

“Well you certainly didn’t smell like this before I went to school!”

“Must be the new household members getting my pheromones manisa escort all worked up! In case you haven’t noticed, Jess and Ronnie are both HOT!”

“Ronnie? It’s Aunt Ronnie to you and me, or did you forget? And Jessica is your COUSIN! My god, my brother is turning into a freaking pervert!”

“No more than any other guy my age. And our aunt told me to call her Ronnie, so there.”

“Well, okay then, but shit, please take a shower and choke your chicken to calm it down! I want Kim to have a good time here and that does not include smelling your stuff!”

I had heard enough so I rapidly stepped to her and tightly wrapped my arms around her saying “Thanks for caring, sis, and for the advice I guess.” I kissed her cheek then noticed her squirming as she tried to move her trapped hand from being pressed on top of my cock! Once more she tried to move her hand from me before she reversed directions and grabbed me by the cock and balls. “OW! Shit sis, let go, OW! SHIT, damn it to hell girl!” I had released my arms from around her and she stepped back then released my sore privates.

“Jesus, my brother, my own brother has a hard on when he hugs me! This is just too much…you really are a pervert!”

“Damn that hurt, sis! I didn’t mean for your hand to get caught there, but it did seem sort of funny, until you tried to ruin me for life!” I told her. “And for your information, I did not, nor do I now have a hard on!”

“Bull shit, I’ve been around enough to know a full sized prick when I feel one, and I just did!” Jen replied.

“Oh no you didn’t, sis, not even close!” I taunted her.

Jen’s eyes shot fire from them when she moved closer and reaching out she placed her hand over my sore limp shaft again saying, “If this isn’t a hard on then I’ve never seen one!” Her eyes bored into me with anger as she squeezed (gentler this time) and stroked my length before she continued, “Not bad though, bro, I’ve been fucked by guys with smaller dicks than this one. It could be harder; you probably can’t even get this into a girl like this, my poor brother! No wonder you have to jerk…to…” Indecision enveloped her face as I felt my cock grow in her grasp, the beginnings of a tent in my shorts. “…to jerk…oh my god!” Jen’s demeanor completely changed as her eyes flew back and forth from my face to my cock in her hand.

She for some reason didn’t release me; instead her hand slowly continued stroking me as she slowly, softly said, “Oh my god, Gary! I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said, oh my god, Gary!” By then I had reached my full length and hardness and she just stared at her hand which fell way short of reaching all the way around it! “I…oh my god…I…oh shit…um…” her hand suddenly snapped back from me and flew to her mouth as she turned the brightest red I had ever seen, her eyes still locked on my crotch. “Oh my god, I don’t believe I just did that! Oh Gary I am SOOOO sorry! Please forgive me!” Then she dashed from the garage with a look of total shock on her face.

I stood there looking down at my tented shorts wondering how I would get back into the house. As if in answer to my prayers, Jess slipped into the garage and said, “Well, well, just what do you have there? Looks like you need some help and I’m just the girl to do it! However…I am curious as to just how you got this way. So I will help you IF you tell what happened in here!”

With no other option I readily agreed to her terms and I told her all about Jen’s talk with me. No more had I started my tale when she pulled my shorts down and inhaled my shaft, giving me one of her fastest blowjobs ever. After swallowing every last drop of my spunk she kissed my tip before gently tucking me back into my shorts and then standing up. “God I am so glad she did that! I’m going to go nuts if I can’t get more of you for nine days!” Jess licked her lips then said, “I think you should go inside first, stud!” as I wondered why her voice sounded rather strange.

I gave her a quick kiss before heading for the door. When I entered the kitchen I found everybody there having a laugh filled conversation. Jen looked at me then her eyes quickly dropped to my groin as she blushed. Slowly she pulled her eyes up to mine and gave me a half smile.

I walked past her and grabbed a Coke from the fridge before I leaned against the counter and tried to catch up with what they were talking about. About a minute later Jess walked in saying the sky looked so starry tonight or something like it. Then she walked over to Jen saying “God, cuz, it’s so good to see you again!” The last word had barely left her mouth before she grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips. I saw the look of shock overtake my sister, well actually two looks of shock. The first from the kiss itself, and I figured the second was from the taste she got when Jess shoved her tongue into her mouth. Jess broke the kiss and said, “Thanks for coming!” and walked over to get herself a Coke.

My kütahya escort sister’s eyes shot from Jess to me to Jess then to my crotch then to Jess then to me before she turned and walked rapidly from the room. I waited about five minutes before going to find her. I knocked on her door and she softly said, “Whoever it is, go away.”

I said, “Jen, please let me in, we need to talk.”

I turned the knob as she started to tell me to go and it opened so I stepped in and shut then locked the door. My sister was sitting on her bed, her legs pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around her shins.

Jen slunk back further onto her bed as she groaned “Shit!” I pulled up her desk chair and sat close to her bed. “She made me taste you, didn’t she?” Jen said looking at her feet. “Well! She did, didn’t she! Why would she do that? Why would you let her do that?”

Jen was breathing hard and I just sat there quietly, waiting for her to calm down. “I can’t believe this is happening!” she finally said softly. “Here I was looking forward to a great time at home and in just a few hours I nearly jerk off my brother and then my cousin passes his cum to me in a kiss! This is NOT how things are supposed to be!”

“I didn’t know that she did that, sis!”

“But…but you knew that she could! My god, Jessica is our cousin! How could you let her do that to you?”

“As I recall, it was you that grabbed my cock and got it hard as a rock! It was you that then left me hanging with a massive hard on and no way to take care of it! Is it my fault that Jess came into the garage and, seeing my predicament, took it upon herself to help out her poor embarrassed cousin?”

Jen looked up at me and slowly replied, “No, I guess not, but she’s your COUSIN! That’s illegal! It’s incest, don’t you know that!”

“That was supposed to make me stop her!? I don’t think so, not in the condition I was in. Besides, she really gives great head, so I guess I need to say ‘thank you sis’ for putting me in the proper condition for her to offer her help!”

“You are not welcome!” Jen growled. Moments went by before she timidly asked, “She really sucked you off? I mean, she didn’t just jerk you off and just let you shoot into her mouth?”

“Yup, sucked me till I was empty! No hands, too, unless you count them holding my ass!”

Sis jerked her head up and stared into my eyes for a second before asking, “But, how could she keep your tip in her mouth if she didn’t use her hands?”

“Why do you say ‘tip’?”

“She took more than just the tip of your cock?”

“Yup.”

“How, how much more?”

“Gee sis, you sure are asking a lot of questions.”

“Well?” she asked, ignoring my statement.

“All of it.”

“She did WHAT?” my sister asked incredulously.

“Like I said, all of it.”

“ALL of it?”

“All of it.”

“All of you…your…cock?”

“All the way to my balls!”

“Oh my god, no way! No body could do that!”

“Well, trust me; our cousin is one hot woman that can!”

“I don’t believe you. Prove it!”

“Now how the hell can I do that? I’m not her, and I am not going to ask her to come into your bedroom and then ask her to blow me again, just for your perverted amusement.” I glared at her for a moment before sliding onto her bed and putting my hand on her knee. Jen flinched briefly but then relaxed.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never seen one as big as yours…”

“You still haven’t seen one.”

“Asshole! Anyway, I know that I couldn’t do that to any of the ones I HAVE seen, so it’s hard to believe she could do it to, um, you.”

“You know, if you don’t want to believe me, that’s cool, I can deal with it. But the only way for you to know is to give it a try yourself!”

“How can you ask that?!? Get OUT!”

“Hey, you were the one giving mixed signals lately.” Jen gave me a puzzled look so I went on. “It was you that slipped your tongue into my mouth when we dropped you off at school in August. It was you who pressed your tits against my chest earlier today. And it was YOU who was grinding her pussy against my thigh as you gave me the first kiss today! And it was YOU that gave me the beginnings of a good hand job in the garage! And you want to know how I could ask that!” I stood up giving her knee a gentle squeeze before saying, “Grow up sis, make sure you know what you want before you come on to a guy like that!”

I started towards the door and she blurted out, “Stop! Wait, please come back here! Please, Gary!”

Slowly I turned and slowly returned to her bed, stopping before her. “Um, aren’t you going to sit down?” Jen asked as her eyes kept flicking towards my crotch.

“Why should I?” Jen didn’t say anything so I went on, “Look, I know you want to; you know you want to! And I happen to know that you can do it with no problem!”

“No I can’t!” Jen said. At least she said ‘can’t’, instead of saying ‘won’t’, which was a good sign! “I never malatya escort have been able to!”

“Trust me; I happen to know that the women of our family CAN take a cock like mine, easily!”

Slowly Jen began to move towards me as she locked her eyes onto my crotch. Then she slipped off the bed onto her knees before me. She looked up at me saying, “No promises, bro, I will, I mean, I want to try, but I don’t think I can do it!”

“It’ll be okay, sis! I promise.”

“Right,” she said flatly as her shaking hands reached out to undo my shorts and slip them to the floor. “Jesus, I can’t believe I am doing this. I REALLY should have gotten fucked before leaving school!” She gasped when my half hard cock bobbed into view, bouncing about three inches in front of her lips. “Oh my god, Gary, I’ve never seen one this big before!” Taking me into her hands she groaned saying, “Oh my god, you’re not fully hard yet! Oh shit, I can’t do this Gary! I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this!”

Gently holding her in position, I said, “Just give it a try, Jen. If you can’t do it after just five minutes, then I guess I will go find Jess again!”

“Asshole! Please don’t mention her name again! Five minutes might be too long since most of the guys I’ve been with came before reaching your five minute limit!” Jen stared at my bulbous head for a few moments before saying, “Oh all right, I’ll try to do it!”

“Good girl, sis, and just for the record I have NEVER cum in five minutes or less, never!” Jen took my shaft in her hands and slowly brought her mouth to my tip. Just before reaching it she looked up at me, fear etched on her face. “Take it slow sis, there is no rush,” I told her gently. Giving me a weak smile she leaned in and my cock head slipped between her lips. Holding that position she slowly increase her suction around my bulbous head and her tongue began flicking out and stroking around my tip’s crown. I groaned in pleasure at the pleasant sensations she was causing.

Jen pulled off of me and gasped “My god Gary, your cock is so big! I can’t believe I’m doing this, it is so surreal! But I am glad I’m doing it good enough that you are enjoying it!” Another deep breath and she leaned in and took the first inch and a half of my cock into her mouth again. Sis resumed working my knob but seemed reluctant to try for more. She resisted slight pressure on the back of her head so I took my hands from her and let them hang at my side.

“You’ve got to try to take more of me or the five minutes will be over and we won’t know anything! Please try sis, just a few more inches. You know you can stop if you don’t like doing it.”

Jen looked into my eyes before saying around my cock, “Oh god!” Then she pressed onto me as she kept her eyes locked on mine. I groaned in pleasure and smiled at her as another three inches of cock slid effortlessly into her mouth and pressed against the opening of her throat. It was then she noticed how far she had gone and her eyes bulged and looked to my cock. She clamped her hand right up against her lips before pulling off of me, sucking hard the entire way.

“Holy shit, bro,” she said as she inspected my cock and where her hand was trying to reach around it. “Holy fucking shit! I have NEVER gotten that much cock in my mouth without nearly puking but you went in so easily! And you are HUGE! I just can’t believe how good it felt, like you were the, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, perfect fit for my mouth!” Jen licked her lips then hungrily looked back at my shaft glistening from her saliva. “You know what bro, for the first time in my life I feel a craving to suck a guy’s cock, as though I must have it in my mouth! This is so unreal; I just can’t believe I feel this way about my own brother’s cock! Oh my god, I, oh shit!” and she took me back into her mouth all the way to her hand which was still tightly wrapped around me.

Her tongue went wild slurping all around my shaft as she bobbed her head rapidly on the first part of my cock. After about a minute I softly said, “God sis, that feels really good, but if you are going to find out if Jess could take me to the balls, you’d better try that now or the five minutes will be up!”

She quickly pulled her face from my cock as she looked at me saying, “To hell with the five minutes! I’m going to make you cum, bro; I have to taste you as you shoot your stuff into my mouth! Oh my god, I’ve always hated doing that before, oh my god, what have you done to me? But…” then Jen silenced herself as she took me back into her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head on me several times before I saw her close her eyes and push back down onto me.

I groaned loudly as my pillar slipped all the way into her loving throat. She grunted in surprise when her nose bumped into my pubic hair and my balls hit her chin. Jen’s eyes shot open in surprise as she tried to focus on my way too close belly. Her eyes crossed as she watched intently as she slowly pulled off of me. I thought she was going to pull all the way off but she stopped when just my cock head was in her mouth. Her eyes flicked to mine before she looked back at my cock sticking out of her mouth and then she slowly pushed inward watching all the while as she took my entire cock!

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A Week of June: Friday

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Babes

I awoke Friday morning to a pervasive sense of well-being I had not enjoyed for many days. I luxuriated in bed, stretching. The morning sun cast a window-shaped slash of warmth across the sheets. For the first time since Monday, cool air swirled through the room, a breeze of refreshing air powered by the brand-new air conditioner installed in my living room yesterday afternoon while June and I had been out.

In addition, my sleep had been thankfully free of the disturbing dreams of the previous nights. No images born of guilt, frustration, shame at my actions, or lack of action. Rather, I had slept deeply, thoroughly, dredging every last bit of rest from the hours granted to me.

I turned over, and there was June, lying next to me, still lost in her own sleep. In repose, her perfect face regained the innocence that had been untimely ripped from her by her mother. A lock of blonde hair lay across her cheek, and I gently tucked it behind her ear. The sheet, silkily molded to her curves, hid the objects of my lust and revealed only my daughter. I felt such tenderness towards her, and finally, a newly awakened responsibility to redirect her towards normalcy.

The night before, she had not pushed any advantage she might have gained from our adventures in the Village. No doubt compounded by any discomfort she had from the tattoo, she had seemed reticent with me for perhaps the first time in the whole week. I myself was too tired from our exploits to wonder whether her attitude was a new ploy in her ongoing battle to win me over to her view of our future together. We undressed and collapsed into bed together, and I spooned her, manfully ignoring the rounded contours of her ass against my groin, until we both lost consciousness.

Coffee called me, and I answered, gently disengaging myself from the sheets so as not to disturb June or my newly rediscovered image of her as a child. I padded round the kitchen, preparing breakfast; coffee, bagels, cream cheese, lox. A classic New York City morning repast. A few minutes later, June appeared in the bedroom door, her eyes still dreamy with sleep, her hair mussed becomingly around her face. She had on an old sweatshirt of mine, which reached down to mid-thigh on her.

“‘Morning, sweetheart.”

“Mmmm…” she replied as she made a beeline for the coffeepot. She poured herself a mug, and walked with it to the couch. She sat down on it, curling her legs up under her like a kitten, and focused her attention on the steaming cup. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This morning had a feeling of domesticity that bordered on normal. I felt no urge to ravish her, no compulsion to indulge my lust. Instead, a joy unknown to me in so long began to rekindle itself within my heart.

“June, honey, I need to work today. Those pictures need to be finished and sent out to Flirty Girl.”

June suppressed a giggle.

“What a name. Where do they come up with these things?”

“Considering the clothing they’re selling, it seems only appropriate,” I replied, assuming an air of mock sternness.

“Well, you better work fast, ’cause I’ve got plans for us this afternoon,” she said, winking at me.

“Good God,” I groaned, “don’t you ever rest?”

“Not when I’ve got so much on the line.”

“How are you feeling, by the way?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “I mean, down there.”

“Really great, surprisingly! The stuff she sold me to speed up the healing process must be some kind of wonder drug. Look!”

And she lifted up the sweatshirt. Her sex was coyly hidden between her thighs, but the junction of her legs framed her lower belly and the work of art Joy had inscribed into my daughter’s skin. There was no sign of scab or wound, and the red and black stood out brilliantly against her golden tan. The lines were etched with incomparable care, the peony alive with health. I gasped.

“I thought it was supposed to take several weeks to heal,” I murmured.

“I know! Now my style won’t be cramped at all. Thank goodness!” And she bounded off the bed and skipped into the bedroom. I sighed. No relief in sight.

****

The morning passed in the blink of an eye. The pictures I had taken of June were some of the finest I had ever undertaken. The light, the shadows, the stark lines of the rooftop contrasted with the gentle curves of June’s outrageously sexy body. She was sex embodied, the avatar of lust, desire personified as an 18-year girl. I carefully selected shots that emphasized this aspect of my daughter, without revealing anything that would be considered inappropriate for a swimsuit catalog. I put the contact sheets and the finished pictures in a large padded envelope, and came out into the bright daylight of my apartment.

June was nowhere to be found. I thought I had heard her step out of the apartment at some point in the morning. I quickly typed up a cover letter on my PC and printed it out. I sealed and addressed the envelope and went out to mail it.

When I got home, there was ordu escort a message on the answering machine. It was June, telling me to meet her downtown, in the offices of Kramer & Finzi. What the hell? I thought. What’s this about? The express took me downtown quickly, and I found the building that was the home for the law firm of Kramer & Finzi. The elevator took me up to the forty-sixth floor, and I came out into a large waiting room, decorated in the standard style for such places. Behind a large desk, an attractive but very professional woman was answering the phone. I stood, waiting, until she finished. She flashed me a bright smile.

“How can I help you?”

“Um, Hi. I’m Ray Carlson. My daughter, June, asked me to meet her here.”

“Of course. Please go on in. Take your first right, and go to the office at the end of the hall. Ms. Carlson is waiting for you in Ms. Martinez’ office.”

My curiosity was definitely piqued. I found my way to the office in question, and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” said a female voice from within. I opened the door, and walked into a sunny office with large windows. Behind the desk sat a stunning young woman, who arose as I entered. She was dressed in a very professional and highly tailored pants-suit in navy blue. The jacket had one button, at around the navel, and she wore a sheer blouse underneath, through which I could make out the shadows of her modest cleavage. Her navy skirt, likewise superficially professional, was cut a shade higher than one would expect, coming about one-third of the way down her thighs. She smoothed it down, as she stood, and I noted that there was a slit on the side that showed an additional five inches of skin.

And that skin! The deep olive color of it, that rich deep tan that I associate with the best oil. I looked up at her face. Her hair, deep brown, straight, was gathered behind her head in a simple ponytail. Her pretty eyes, the white of them startling against the hue of her skin, flashed greenly at me.

“Mr. Carlson, I presume. Thank you for coming here so quickly. Your daughter will be joining us in a moment. Please, sit down.” She indicated one of the chairs facing the desk. I sat down, sinking into the deep upholstery. She came around the desk, and perched on the edge of it, facing me. The action caused her skirt to rise up on her legs a little. I tried not to stare at her legs, at how the skirt, stressed by her position, was now only covering a few inches of her thighs.

“Ms. Martinez? Can you explain to me why I’m here?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Carlson. It will all become clear before too long,” she said with a smile. She picked up a folder of papers, and began to page through them. With her attention occupied, I glanced down at her legs again. Now the material of her skirt was stretched tight across her slender thighs, and the slit on the side had somehow managed to shift towards the front. Pulled tight, the material gaped across the top of her leg, and I realized that the top corner of the slit was right at her panty line. The lacy cotton that peeked from the gap caused my throat to go dry.

“Would you care for some water?”

Her sudden question snapped my eyes back to her face. She seemed unconcerned, perhaps unaware of what I had been looking at.

“Um, yeah, sure.”

She stood up, the skirt still rucked up around her waist.

“Oops! I tell you, these modern suits are very inconvenient,” she exclaimed, appearing to notice her exposure. She tugged on the sides of the skirt to bring it back down to a more decent level. Then she walked over to a side table, where a pitcher of water and some glasses stood. She poured me a glass, bending over from the hips. She must not have pulled the skirt all the way down, because the motion of bending forward caused the skirt to rise up, and I got another flash of lacy panties. I was starting to experience discomfort of my own, sitting in the deep armchair, with an incipient erection.

She turned, the skirt once only an inch or so below her crotch, and brought me the glass. She bent forward, once again, to hand me the glass. Now her jacket fell slightly away from her chest, and I saw the outline of her right breast through the sheer blouse. It was only a quick glimpse, but enough to tell that the minx was braless, and that her nipple was hard and pushing against her blouse. Damned if she wasn’t turned on also! What was going on here?

She sat back down again on the edge of the desk, the skirt dangerously flirting with exposing the crotch of her underwear. The telephone rang, and she leaned back over the desk to pick it up. Now I could see her panties well and truly. She held the awkward position as she carried on a brief conversation with the person on the other end of the line. Her stance meant that I could examine her body without fear of being caught.

The panties were french cut, I could see. The bottom half of her ass cheeks, happily freed from cover, were lovingly encased in the lacy rize escort nothing. She shifted her legs, now slightly parting them. The gusset of the panties was now in view, with several soft brown hairs escaping from around the sides. The gentle swell of her mound pushed out the material, with a subtle cleft just discernible running down the middle.

Suddenly, she said goodbye, and swung around to face me once more. Unfortunately, the button of her jacket got caught on the desk organizer and popped off.

“Shit! My jacket’s ruined!” She yelled, hopping off of the desk, and holding the sides of the jacket apart to examine the damage done. Her sheer blouse, now fully exposed, did nothing to conceal her breasts. Like twin headlights, her nipples shone out at me, dark brown on the chocolate aureolas. Her breasts were small but perfectly rounded, not a hint of asymmetry or sag to their contour. To add to her predicament, her skirt was still up around her waist, her panties all that remained to disguise her nakedness.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Carlson, I’m so embarrassed. Would you mind if I took this jacket off?”

I barely suppressed my astonishment, but nodded to her to go ahead. She removed the offending garment, then appeared to notice what she was wearing underneath.

“Oh, Good God. This really isn’t my day. I didn’t even remember I was wearing this blouse. Now you can see all of my titties. Will you promise not to look?”

This escapade had my daughter’s name all over it, but then where was she, anyway? In any case, the game was too much fun to bring to a halt now. I had to see how far this crazy brunette would take it.

“Of course, Ms. Martinez. I’m a gentleman. I can understand a lady’s dilemma, and I promise not to take advantage of it.”

She seemed satisfied with my pronouncement, and then noticed that her skirt was once again up around her waist.

“My goodness, what you must think of me. I’m really not trying to flaunt myself at you, but this skirt has always been a problem for me.” She tugged at the sides, struggling to pull it back down over her hips. The movement made her breasts sway enticingly. All at once, we heard a definite tearing noise. She stopped moving at once, and a becoming flush rose over her cheeks.

“Oh, dear. Now I’ve done it.” And she straightened up, holding her skirt in her hands. It had ripped right along the seam, and was now useless as a garment. She stood before me, in high heels, panties, and a see-through blouse. The situation was surreal.

“Mr. Carlson, how can you ever forgive me? Really, I’m very professional usually. I can’t imagine how I’ve managed to get myself into this bind. I do hope your daughter will be here soon, so we can conduct our business, and I can go find something more appropriate to wear.”

“It’s quite allright, Ms. Martinez. I’m sure this happens to people all the time. We’ll just make the best of a difficult situation, all right?”

She nodded shyly, still blushing furiously.

“Ok then. I’ll just do some work that I have to get to while we’re waiting.”

She picked up a large pile of papers and moved to a filing cabinet against the wall. She opened a middle drawer and started to file the papers, bending over from the waist to do so. Her panties pulled against her ass, the bottom part starting to slip between the cheeks. From where I was sitting, she made a delicious picture, her long legs together, the slight gap at the top framing her panty-clad pussy, her ass cheeks bisected by the back of her underwear. She reached behind her and inserted a finger into the side of the panties and pulled them out of the crack, momentarily showing me the shadow of the cleft underneath. It was a heartbreakingly endearing motion.

She finished her job, and turned to go back to her desk, but somehow, the panties got snagged on the file cabinet drawer, and as it closed, it ripped them right off of her body. A little shriek emanated from this remarkable woman.

“Oh, no! Whatever am I going to do now?” She vainly pulled at the shredded underwear, making no effort to cover her bush, a luxuriant brown growth that topped her sex.

“Ms. Martinez, please, calm down. Let me see what I can do,” I said, standing up and coming over to where she stood. I took the fragments of lace from her unresisting hands, and we stood next to each other, looking at the useless thing. The fact of this half-nude beauty next to me in the deep interior of a respectable law-firm was as exciting to me as anything I had ever done in the past.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing to be done,” she said, her head hung low. I put my finger under her chin and lifted it up to look at me.

“Nonsense. You’ve shown remarkable grace under fire. A series of unfortunate mishaps could reduce the most powerful CEO to a snivelling wreck, but you’ve maintained your composure, despite everything.”

“Thank you, Mr. Carlson, that means so much to me. But I can’t meet with you and your daughter showing my pussy sakarya escort out in the open like this.”

“June is a very understanding girl, and I’m sure she won’t be upset by this turn of events. But if it would make you more comfortable, I could give you company. Perhaps you wouldn’t feel so out of place with another person partly naked.”

“Oh, Mr. Carlson! Would you? I can’t tell you how grateful I would be.”

“Anything to make a lady feel better,” I said, unzipping my pants, and dropping them to the floor. My erection stood out at full mast, the eye weeping slightly from the exhilarating turn of events. I leaned back against the desk, making no effort to hide my massive organ. Ms. Martinez smiled at me.

“Yes, that’s much better, thank you.” She started to step back to her side of the desk, but managed to get her heel caught on the edge of the rug. She fell towards me, and I reflexively caught her under the arms. Her face came to a rest right against my rigid dick.

“Oh, my goodness, how clumsy of me,” she exclaimed, pulling her face away from my cock. A string of pre-cum stretched from her cheek to the end of my rod.

“Please,” I said, helping her to stand up, one hand on her hip, the other on her back, “it’s nothing. But you’ve got a little something wet on your cheek.” I held her close with my hand on the small of her back, feeling the outsweep of her ass under my fingertips. The other hand gently stroked her waist, feeling the warm smooth skin under her blouse.

“I do?” She reached up with a finger, her back arched slightly away from me, her hips still in close. The tip of my dick made contact with her flat belly, rubbing so gently across the brown skin. She wiped some of the pre-cum onto her finger, and looked at it curiously.

“Hmmm…” She brought the moisture to her deep red lips and gently sucked the fluid off her fingertip. My dick throbbed against her at the sight of the lewd gesture.

“Ooh! It’s tasty. I wonder where it came from. Is there any more on my face?”

“Yes! Come to the mirror and I’ll show you,” I replied. She led the way over to the mirror over the table where the pitcher of water was. I stood behind her, one hand casually resting on her hip. I pushed forward against her, my cock making thrilling contact with the cleft between her ass cheeks.

“See?” I pointed over her shoulder at the mirror. She leaned forward.

“Oh! You’re right.” She leaned towards the mirror, pushing her ass out against me, my cock now enveloped by her glorious ass. She stood up on tiptoes, as if to get a closer look, and the bulbous head of my cock slipped between her legs, gliding along the wet lips of her pussy. She wiped the remaining pre-cum from her cheek and once again savored the flavor. I now held her hips with both hands, and she settled back on my cock. With a sweet glide, I felt myself enter her canal.

“I just need to… oh! To straighten up here, Mr., uh, oh! Mr. Carlson,” she gasped, aimlessly moving objects around on the table.

“Of course, Ms. Martinez.” I started plowing her pussy, back and forth, the astonishing heat and lubrication creating a delightful haven for my organ. My hands went up her torso to cup her tits through the blouse.

“Just – Oh! Just need – Ooh! To straighten – Ahhhh!!” The sexy moans emanating from her brought me closer and closer to my climax. I snaked one hand down and started to rub her clit.

“Oh!! God!! Yes, yes, YES!!!”

With a shattering scream, she came, exploding, her walls spasmodically gripping and releasing my cock. In its turn, it released its sweet load deep into her velvety tunnel.

“I’m not sure who was helping who ‘straighten up’,” came a sardonic response from behind us. I pulled away from my seductress, my steaming cock still dripping from our combined love juices. June was standing there, a playful smile on her face.

“You dirty old man, you.” Then, without warning, both she and Ms. Martinez burst out laughing, wildly.

“Thank you, Mr. Carlson,” gasped Ms. Martinez, “That was truly lovely.”

I looked wildly from one girl to the other.

“Would one of you mind explaining what’s going on here?”

June managed to get her giggling under control.

“Esme here really wanted to try a new idea. Plus, she’s been hot for you ever since she saw your picture in my locker at high school.”

“Please, don’t be mad, Mr. Carlson. I’m not a lawyer, I’m an executive assistant to Ms. Finzi. There’s no business here other than the one we just transacted.”

I fixed June with a stern eye, while I went over to retrieve my pants.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble one of these days. Of course,” I admitted, “I don’t think I had much of a chance against young Ms. Martinez here. Still, you have to take some pity on an old man. I don’t know how much of this I can take.”

“That’s the point, Dad. When you finally admit that you need me as much as I know you do, we can take a break. Until then, you’ve got to live up to your promise.”

“Does Ms. Martinez (‘Esme, please,’ she murmured) – OK, Esme, does she know about us?”

“Of course she does, silly,” snorted June. “If I can’t talk about you with my best high school friend, who can I talk about you with?”

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Prologue:

Once again I like to remind everyone this is a continuous story presented in multiple parts so I recommend reading at least the preceding chapter (or part). As I explained before, each chapter usually starts where the last left off, but minus any background. Which the lack of could make the narrative difficult to follow, or understand.

As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.

*****

What seemed to become a regular routine, we found ourselves rushing again to be on time for dinner.

After a quick shower I fixed my hair and applied what little makeup I use before deciding what to wear. Since the recommended attire was “smart-casual” I picked out a black cocktail dress. It was relatively short, stopping just above the knees. The bottom was slightly flared with multiple layers of thin material. The top was clingy with a deep plunging V-shaped neckline down almost to my navel. My sides were bare as well as my back down to just above my sacral crest.

As I was inspecting myself in the mirror the phone rang. It was Elaine. She was whispering so I assumed she didn’t want Ron to hear her…”Don’t wear any under garments. Bra or panty. I’ll explain later.”

Then she hung up.

A bra was already out of the question with the dress I was wearing, but I had planned to wear smoky black thigh highs and matching sheer bikini panty. Elaine didn’t give me an opportunity to object, or at least ask why no under garments, so I had little choice but to go along with her request. Since she didn’t mention anything about hosiery all I would be wearing was the dress and stockings. Plus accessories of course, which would be 3 inch black high heels and a faux pearl necklace with matching ear rings. Finishing touch was Opium perfume by Yves Saint Laurent. Of which I even applied a spritz or two on my pubic mound.

The phone rang again and it was Ron asking if we were ready, and if so to meet them at the elevator. Which we did and rode down to the dining room deck.

Elaine also had on a short “cocktail” dress, but it was bright red. Very eye-catching and she’d easily stand out a mile away. Simply put, she looked stunning in it.

It also had both a plunging neckline and open back, but the neckline didn’t go as low nor was it as open as mine. Big busted as she is it would be impossible for her to wear the same dress. Otherwise she’d spend most of her time being careful how she turned, twisted or bent over so her boobs wouldn’t fall out.

Walter and Ron wore sports jackets with long sleeve dress shirts and slacks, but no ties. They both looked exceptionally handsome dressed up for the first time on the cruise.

Dinner was excellent as usual, as well as the company. After what took place earlier had us all in a high state of arousal during the meal…and it showed. More so for yours truly since I was the only one that didn’t orgasm.

All during dinner neither Walter or Ron could keep their eyes off our cleavage. I’m surprised they didn’t poke their eyes out with a fork since they were constantly staring at our breasts…or what you could see of them. Which was a lot. No doubt both had a hard-on all during the meal.

Just before after dinner drinks and dessert Elaine and I made a trip to the restroom. Once there I inquired about why no under garments. She explained she wanted to give both Walter and Ron a thrill once they found out we weren’t wearing under pants.

“And when do you expect them to discover that? Surely not at the dinner table.”

“No, not in the dining room silly, but in one of the lounges after dinner. Unless I’m wrong they will get frisky for sure when we have more privacy and then develop a case of “roaming hands”. When in the lounge, make sure you sit next to Ron while I sit with Walter.”

When done with after dinner drinks Elaine suggested we relocate to one of the many onboard lounges for another round and some light conversation.

We found a small lounge with only a few other passengers and took a table as far from the bar as possible since most of the people in the lounge were seated at it. And as planned, Elaine sat next to Walter and I with Ron.

The lighting was very low. Almost too dark where seated. Once the waitress served our drinks, and Elaine was comfortable no one could overhear us, she asked if there were any misgivings about what took place earlier.

As expected there wasn’t except for yours truly, but only because I botched things when Ron cummed in my mouth.

Everyone laughed when I mentioned it, but Ron was kind enough to say…”You did just fine Lacey. Seriously. I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoyed your cock sucking skills.”

“Same goes for me Elaine. You were truly terrific.”

“Thank you Walter. And so you’ll know I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoyed sucking that long dick of yours, and how Ron enjoyed watching. As long as it is, I’m looking forward to taking it anally to fulfill kütahya escort Ron’s other fantasy.”

Walter’s face lit up like a beacon when he heard that.

Next thing I knew, and without any encouragement, Ron put his hand on my knee. Then ever so slowly moved it up to my thigh, which he began to rub ever so softly. Elaine couldn’t have been more right about them developing “roaming hands”.

From the look on Elaine’s face it was easy to surmise Walter was already feeling her leg(s). Only difference, he was way ahead of Ron and discovered she wasn’t wearing a panty before Ron realized I wasn’t.

When Ron did I heard him take a deep breath. Then he exhaled slowly. As he did I parted my legs so he could have better access to things.

Elaine had already done the same, and both Walter and Ron took advantage of it by fingering our vaginal openings. Due to us sitting side by side they were only able to stroke up and down in between our labia. Vaginal penetration of any kind was impossible, but both were nice enough to finger our clits.

As Walter fingered Elaine’s clit I could tell from his expression he was mentally absorbing how enormous it was. The kind of look you see when someone discovers something they weren’t expecting. When he did he couldn’t help but comment on it.

“My God Elaine. You’ve got the biggest clitoris I’ve ever felt. Holy cow Ron, what a joy it must be to lick and suck.”

“I was hoping you’d say something once you came across my “love button” as Ron calls it. And you licking and sucking it is just what I had in mind. Why don’t we call it a night so we can go back to our rooms. That way you two can have at our pussies like we did with your cocks earlier.”

One thing I learned about Elaine, she doesn’t like to “beat around the bush”. No pun intended.

“I don’t know about you Lacey, but I’m getting impatient. If Ron and Walter don’t take care of us soon we’re going to have to take matters into our own hands.”

“I with you Elaine. I’m afraid I might orgasm here in the lounge from Ron fingering my clit. Could be embarrassing if I do since I can be rather vocal.”

With that said we quickly finished our drinks and headed for our rooms. This time we decided on ours. Once inside both Elaine and I quickly stripped except for our hose.

Before getting on the beds we posed together in our high heels to give Walter and Ron a little show. We even bent over with our behinds facing them. As we did we spread our ass cheeks so they could get a good view of our bumholes and already wet vaginas.

Just as they tried to grab us I said…”Sorry guys, it’s pay back time and your turn to pleasure us.”

With that said, we kicked off our heels and got on the beds with a pillow placed under our asses. Needless to say we were way beyond the point of needing our pussies eaten and weren’t in the mood to dilly-dally around with any foreplay.

Once Walter and Ron saw how eager we were they quickly undressed and positioned themselves on their knees face first between our open legs and upraised pussies. When they did Walter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he got a bird’s-eye view of Elaine’s already swollen clit poking out beyond her clitoral hood.

“WOW!”…was all he said before lowering his head and taking it between his lips.

The beds were close enough so Elaine and I could reach out and hold hands. Just as we did Ron lowered his face down to my pussy.

Ron started by snaking his tongue up & down between my labia. Nice beginning instead of going straight for my clit.

At first the only part of him touching me was his tongue. As it did, and where it did, caused goose bumps to break out all over my body. Occasionally he would pause from licking up & down between my labia to take one in his mouth and gently suck it. He kept repeating the process over and over, which caused my labia to become swollen and beet red as they became engorged. It also had me generating a huge flow of love juice. Most of which Ron didn’t hesitate to lap up as it oozed from my cunt.

In a matter of minutes I was ready to orgasm, and Ron hadn’t even touched my clit yet.

Just when I thought I would Ron abandoned my pussy in favor of my perineum, which he began licking intently. But not for long before moving lower to my anus, which he licked with a very stiff tongue up & down at first, then in tight circles.

Ron was moaning softly, a sure indicator he was enjoying himself. As he was, and while I wasn’t sure, I thought I heard him mumble…”My God, what an irresistible asshole she has.”

Just when I thought Ron licking my bumhole couldn’t get any better he inserted his tongue in it deep as he could. He literally tongue fucked it next, which felt simply awesome. By now my clit was begging for attention so I began rubbing it furiously as Ron continued to tongue-fuck my asshole.

Just when I was ready to orgasm a second time he stopped again. Another malatya escort false alarm. By now I was soaked from my vaginal fluids, as well as Ron’s face, and I hadn’t even cummed yet.

Then Ron surprised me by suddenly raising himself up and placing his fat cock at the entrance to my cunt. He also raised my legs so my calves were on his shoulders, which positioned my vaginal opening at a better angle. Then in one smooth motion he drove his cock straight in until his balls bumped up against my butthole.

Wow was all I could think to myself…and thankfully how soaking wet my cunt was. Ron’s cock was the fattest dick ever inserted my vagina. So fat it made a loud squishing sound when it plunged balls deep. No way could I have taken it without lots of lubrication, of which most was forced out by Ron’s cock and all over his groin.

His cock had my vagina stretched way beyond anything I ever experienced before. Including some pretty fat dildos. Felt simply incredible the way it filled me. My vagina never felt so full…and in an extremely nice way. Now I knew how an olive feels when being stuffed with a pimento.

When it comes to cocks, long is good, but only in your ass. Fat is definitely better in one’s cunt. But not long since it can bump up against your cervix and be painful. Which sometimes is the case with Walter’s long cock.

“My God Ron. I can’t describe how good your fat cock feels filling my cunt the way it is. I never felt so full.”

“I can’t begin to tell you how tight your cunt is. Tightest one I’ve fucked since med school. This might sound “clinical” Lacey, but from someone familiar with the female anatomy you’ve got an incredibly tight vagina for your age…and pleasantly so.”

Ron began to slowly but steadily fuck me all while I continued to rub my clit. Slow was good since as fat as his cock is I doubt I would have enjoyed a fast and furious pounding. The slow but steady rhythm was perfect. The sensation I was feeling was so good I felt like I was in another world in a galaxy far, far away.

Since I was on the verge of cumming twice before it wasn’t going to be long before I finally did. As I was getting close I told Ron…”I’m going to cum soon. And just when I do I want you filling me with your hot load.”

“Whenever you’re ready Lacey. Just say the word.”

That’s when I felt Elaine release my hand and when she did her and Walter stopped what they were doing to watch us. Plus Elaine couldn’t resist taking some photos with their digital camera, which she had in her purse. Close-ups too of Ron’s fat dick embedded in my cunt.

Knowing they were watching I held off my orgasm as long as I could. Part of the exhibitionist thing. I was enjoying the fact they were while getting fucked as it added an extra erotic element to things. Even Elaine taking pictures was a big turn-on in some ways.

One thing about the cruise, besides it turning into an unexpected love boat, was becoming aware of how much of an exhibitionist I was. And how sexually invigorating it can be.

Hard as I tried I couldn’t hold off very long. Wasn’t another minute or so before I yelled…”Now Ron! I need you to cum in me NOW!”

Ron’s response was almost immediate and we both cummed at nearly the same instant. And very intensely. Every muscle in my body shivered and shook as Ron’s cock exploded in my cunt. My toes cramped from curling so tightly.

Ron drove in me deep as he could as his cumload shot out in multiple spurts from his throbbing cock. One hot cum stream after another. And as when he cummed earlier in my mouth, it was a huge load. If I didn’t know better I’d swear he dumped a pint or more inside me. Seemed like it filled me more than a douche would. So much so a good share of his load squirted out while his cock was fully inserted. Along with my own orgasmic discharge, which squirted all over Ron’s groin. We both literally doused each other.

Between Ron’s immensely fat cock and his huge cumload it was one of the best vaginal fucks I had in a long time. Simply mind-blowing. So much so I became somewhat hoarse from screaming, and almost blacked out.

But Ron wasn’t quite done. After he withdrew his cock, and before I covered from my orgasm, he got face down between my legs to lap up every drop of his cum as it oozed out my cunt. As well as generous amounts of my vaginal fluids. Elaine trained him well. And just as he finished I orgasmed again. Albeit not as intently.

Next thing I knew Elaine was kissing me. After which she whispered in my ear…”I can’t tell you what a turn-on that was watching Ron fuck you and seeing you orgasm like you did. I almost did myself from watching.”

She lovingly kissed me again before grabbing Walter by the hand and yanking him towards the other bed.

“After watching Lacey, I desperately need you to finish what you started Walter.”

Elaine got back on the bed with the pillow under her ass after which she spread her pussy lips manisa escort with her nicely manicured nails to fully expose her “love button.” The reason I mention her nails is because the bright red color beautifully framed her fully engorged pink clit. What a great picture it would have made.

Elaine has the biggest clit I’ve ever seen. If you’re familiar with “Dots” gumdrops, and how they’re shaped, it will give you an idea of how big it is since it’s almost identical in size and shape. Although her clit is a bit more pointed. The kind you see occasionally in pornographic pics or vids and look in awe at how suckable it must be. Which I had a tremendous urge to find out. Plus if size matters, I couldn’t help wonder how sensitive it was.

Walter got back between her legs and as soon as he did he took her swollen clit in his mouth. The second he did Elaine let out a soft moan and started meowing like a cat as Walter intently sucked and licked it.

It was hard to tell who was enjoying it more. Walter or Elaine. Either way it was obvious Elaine was about to cum. Before she did, Ron made sure to get some pictures of Walter dining on her clit.

While he was, Elaine was pinching and pulling at her huge nipples. She pulled on them so hard they would stretch at least and inch or more. Almost looked painful, but apparently it wasn’t.

I decided to get on the bed with them and when I did I bent down and kissed Elaine. Very passionately as she did me. Then I removed her hand from one of her breasts so I could take the nipple in my mouth. I sucked it first before carefully pulling on it with my teeth. I removed her other hand and while sucking one nipple, I pinched and pulled the other. All while Elaine ran her fingers through my hair and continued meowing like a cat.

Suddenly Elaine raised her cunt as high as she could and let out a loud scream. After which she frantically began humping Walter’s face as her orgasm over took her. At the same time it seemed like a dam broke as a flood of pussy juice gushed out of Elaine’s cunt all over Walter. She literally drenched him, but Walter wasn’t complaining.

While still sucking and tweaking Elaine’s nipples I could feel her orgasm rippling through her. Wave after wave of orgasmic contractions raced through her body like low voltage electrical shocks.

When they finally subsided Elaine went totally limp. I thought for sure she fainted, but she hadn’t.

“My God Lacey. Between you sucking my nipples and Walter my clit it was one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a long time. I can’t thank you both enough. WOW!”

At that point, the only one that hadn’t cummed was Walter. Who decided to take matters into his own hands…literally. While on his knees upright in between Elaine’s legs he began masturbating.

For someone with such a long prick, Walter masturbates using only three fingers instead of his hand. A full fisted masturbator he’s not. He positions his index and middle finger on the bottom of his cockhead against the frenulum and his thumb on top along the corona. All while his foreskin covers the cockhead. It’s pretty neat watching him masturbate since his large cockhead pops in and out of his foreskin like a “Jack-in-the-Box” while he fingers his dick.

Which he didn’t need to do very long before he ejaculated. And when he did he aimed directly for Elaine’s clit. Perfectly too as each cum shot splattered right on target. Not a big cumload like Ron’s, but still a good size one for him. About five to six long streams of thick creamy white semen.

When done I nicely asked him to move so I could clean-up the “mess” he made. Once he did I got on my knees and forearms between Elaine’s legs and went straight for her cum soaked clit.

I licked up every drop of Walter’s cum, including any that dripped down on Elaine’s labia. I also took the opportunity to lick and suck her clit afterwards. But not intently. I was concerned it might be too sensitive from Walter sucking it, and her orgasm. Not always, but sometimes mine becomes extremely sensitive after it’s received lots of stimulation. So much so I can’t bear it being touched afterwards.

But apparently it wasn’t the case with Elaine, or at least nearly not enough to prevent her from having another orgasm. When she did she held my head tight against her cunt as a stream of pussy juice gushed out and straight into my mouth, which was open at the time. Purely accidental, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the fact it conveniently was. Elaine’s love juice tasted simply delicious as it sprayed into my mouth. Way more than semen, and I swallowed every sweet tasting drop.

Only a few minutes earlier I had the urge to suck Elaine’s enormous clit, but never imagined I would…and so soon. Plus her cumming in my mouth was an added treat.

After Elaine calmed down from her orgasm I got on top of her so we could kiss and embrace for a while. And very lovingly. While doing so Elaine probed my mouth with her tongue to taste her love juice mixed with Walter’s cum. After which she whispered…”God Lacey, that felt so good the way you licked my pussy clean and gently sucked my clit. I hope I get the opportunity to return the favor.”

To be continued…

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I fidget nervously, adjusting my outfit for the 10th time. I’m wearing a black sheer skirt, short in front and longer in the back. It’s solid to about mid thigh, and then sheers out. As I pace back and forth it floats around me like a black mist. Your flight is exactly seven minutes and twenty seconds late. Twenty one. Twenty two. I shake my head to not think about it. The others in the waiting area occasionally glance at my irritated state. There are seats but after driving 6 hours to Toronto to meet you, there is no way I can sit for another minute. My ass and legs are aching from the trip. I smile. I’m sure you will have my ass aching and stinging even more later.

The flight screen updates before my eyes. I feel my stomach climb into my throat in excitement as I see Flight 670 from Amsterdam has changed status from “on time” to “arrived”. I feel a sudden warmth flood through my body. You’re here. You’re really here. I let out a squeal of excitement, patting my hair quickly to make sure it is in place. It’s all clipped up into an expensive Ficcare.

My hair is my most valuable asset. It’s long, but I intend to grow it much, much longer. A coppery red, not too bright but it practically glows in sunlight. You adore my hair. You’ve told me many times. I keep it tucked away for this meeting, because it is for you and you alone. Once we get somewhere private I will let you run your fingers through it and marvel at it’s new length. I’ve not shown you how it’s grown the last several months. I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I’m a fairly average woman, average height and weight. Ok, maybe slightly more voluptuous than what is considered ideal, but there is some solid muscle underneath those curves from lifting stretchers. My eyes are a hazel green, a fact you like to remind me of. I’m not sure why you like my eye color so much, but you say you do so I must accept it as truth.

I see people streaming into the lobby. I stand on tippy toes, trying to see beyond the tall business men who sat in coach and got off the plane first. It’s a sea of people on that large international flight, and most of them are tall and blond. Despite that I instantly find you as you come into view. You are wearing a simple t shirt and jeans, and converse sneakers. Your vibrant blue eyes burn a hole through me as you walk down the terminal towards me. I know you’ve recognized me.

My breath hitches as you quickly clear the last fifty feet with long strides, roller bag luggage in tow. You stop right in front of me, staring down. I take a deep breath. Damn, you’re tall. We’d figured going from meters to feet that you would be a bit taller, but standing in front of you like this is nearly terrifying. I say nearly because you crack a smile. I can tell you’re just as nervous as me, and that relaxes me a bit.

“Hey schatje” you speak softly. I blush as you call me by the endearment. I love when you speak Dutch to me. I stare up at you, waiting for you to do something. Slowly you put your arm around me, hand tipping my chin upwards. You bend forward and give me a kiss. Your mouth is a bit sweet and I smile.

“Had some wine?”

You smile a bit. “Yes, just on the plane. Shall we go eat? You’re hungry aren’t you?”

I nod happily and we walk out to where I am parked. I pull out my iPhone and bring up the maps. I hit start, and Siri immediately starts directing me to the restaurant’s address I had already saved into my phone. You cock an eyebrow at me but say nothing.

Dinner is uneventful, we both manage to behave ourselves long enough to get some food.

“I am glad you’re eating well, you’ll need your strength.”

I nearly choke on my food as you start speaking with a thick accent. I’m not sure if it was the nerves or you were doing it on purpose, knowing I have a weakness for your voice, especially when your accent is thick.

Learning a language can be strange. Some times when you talk to me I forget English was your second language. Other times your accent is so heavy I ask you to repeat yourself a few times. You were in Italy last week with your family, speaking Dutch constantly, so it’s no wonder your accent is so heavy now. I don’t mind. I squirm a bit, my pussy is getting warm as you tell me about the flight and your week in Italy. I stare at you. Not an aggressive stare but one of appreciation. I’m memorizing every detail of your face. I smile, noticing the glasses imprint on the bridge of your nose. You must have taken them off and put your contacts in before meeting me.

I jump when you touch my hand. Your hand is mostly smooth, with just a bit of roughness on the palm from gardening. The heat and sensation of skin jolts through me, making my heart pound. You notice my reaction, and lean forward. Your voice is rich and harsh as you whisper in my ear.

“Dus lief, wat wil je dat ik doe? Wil je dat ik je broek naar beneden trek en ik je vinger of wil je dat ik je hard and diep neem?”

I start panting a bit, my eyes darkening in lust as my mind slowly translates what you said. You’ve taught me some dutch, mardin escort but I am far from fluent. I know just enough to understand that you are asking me if I want to be fingered or fucked hard and deep and I feel clenching in my stomach as my pussy drips. I whimper your name, using the dutch pronunciation and give a pleading look.

“Take me.” I whimper so softly I am afraid you didn’t hear it. You smirk and I notice the waiter is standing at the table. You hand him your newly acquired Visa card. You obtained one just to use here. He hurries off to get our tab paid, and I flush with embarrassment. Your fingers are rubbing my palm firmly, and I swallow hard at the expression on your face. After the waiter returns the card you promptly stand, grasping my hand tightly and pulling me out of my seat. You are firm but not rough. Your hand grazes my ass and I can feel it’s heat through my thin skirt. It comes to rest on my hip and you guide me out to the car. You follow me to the drivers side, and instead of helping me in you pin me to the side. I feel your leg pressing between mine.

“Open.” You growl into my ear. I oblige and gasp as your leg puts pressure directly onto my clit. Your teeth nip my ear and I moan loudly. You’re panting a bit as you kiss your way to my mouth. The kiss is tentative at first, but I quickly open my mouth to you. I gasp as you put your tongue into my mouth aggressively, claiming it as yours. I feel the tip of your tongue slide over the roof of my mouth and I cry into your mouth in pleasure. My panties are soaked now and we both know it. You back off suddenly. I stare at you confused, what have I done wrong?

“Sir?” I ask softly.

“Drive.” I shiver at your accented voice and I hurry to get in. A second later you’re sitting next to me and strapping in. As we’re driving you compliment my ability to drive a stick shift, your hand resting over mine on the knob. Slowly that hand moves to my leg, sliding my skirt up, sliding between my thighs to my hot wet pussy. You chuckle a bit.

“Mmm, can’t wait to get a taste of that pussy.”

I smirk, putting my dutch to good use.

“Je bent geil?” I ask, out of the corner of my eye I can see you pitching a tent in your pants. I already know the answer.

“Yes.. I am very horny for you, kitty.”

I pant a bit, and pull into the hotel parking lot a bit recklessly.

“Easy girl…” You growl in displeasure. I slow down and park safely, feeling a bit scolded. You seem to have forgotten it though, and before I know it you’re knocking on the trunk waiting for me to unlock it. I push the button on my key fob, and it pops open. You haul out your luggage and close it. Beep beep. I lock my car. Your hand grabs mine and we walk in. I lead you to our room. I checked in earlier, making sure it was suitable for you before you arrived. You had put the room into my name for that very purpose.

I open the door and lead you in, immediately removing my shoes. You smirk at my habit and clumsily cast your luggage into the room. I hear the door close behind us. You turn and lock it. I gulp. You see me shake and chuckle softly.

“Yes, you’re locked in here. Good thing I’m not a wolf.” Playfully I nip at your neck.

“No, you’re a fox.” I tease and we both giggle a bit at the inside joke.

“Right then. I think I need a shower first before we start.” Straight to business, I like it.

“How about a bath?” I suggest. You raise an eyebrow.

“Sure.” I go into the bathroom, quickly filling the tub. I considered filling it before I left but realized the water would be tepid at best when we returned. I quickly added some essential oils of patchouli, sweet orange and lemongrass to scent the water and rejuvenate your skin. I call you in and you give me a pat on the head.

“Smells nice. Good girl. Now run along and unpack my things while I get relaxing.”

I nod, happy to please. I had showered before going to meet you, and was still quite fresh. I unpacked some of your clothes, laying them out on the desk for you. I yanked the heavy blankets off the bed. They’d only get in our way. I go to the bathroom door and pause. I really dislike being separated. I knock softly. I hear you chuckle.

“Hm, is there a kitten scratching at my door?” You ask.

“Can I join you? I’d love to wash you and-“

“Well get in here then!” You interrupt. Joy flows through me and I strip at the door, my silken shaved body slipping past the curtain to join you. Your eyes go straight for my pussy, and I notice you licking your lips. I sit between your legs, grabbing a wash cloth and gently rubbing your shoulders. As I get close you steal a kiss from me.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here..” I whisper.

“Better believe it because I’m going to be fucking you all night.” I pant softly, and I notice you taking a deep breath. My panting is getting to you. I glance down and notice your cock peeking up above the water. I lick my lips and stare, you’d shown me some pictures but it looked proportionate to your tall, broad frame. nevşehir escort But seeing it now, like a snake rising from the water…it looked so thick and long. I whimper loudly, and I can’t control my panting. You tip my head up to look you in the eyes.

“You’ll have my cock soon. I promise. But first, show my your beautiful hair.”

I smile, reaching up to set my hair free. I set the clip down outside the tub as my hair tumbles down well past my shoulders. You nod your approval, leaning forward you run your fingers through it. Somehow you’ve managed to keep them dry. I relax to your touch, letting out a sigh of delight as you rub my scalp.

“My pretty kitty…” You whisper and I shiver in pleasure.

Suddenly your mouth is on my neck kissing and sucking, the tub is cold against my back and you’re on top of me. I can feel your weight as you lean into me, pinning me as you shift. Your mouth is everywhere, my neck my cheeks my ears.. Ah fuck my ears! You know my weakness because I confessed it to you and now you’re using it to your advantage. Every nip and flick of your tongue against my ear sends a shiver down my spine, you’re stoking my arousal like a fire, gradually building it brighter and brighter. I feel like I’m going to be consumed with need if you don’t do something to me soon.

I jerk my head back and my chest forward as your hands grasp my tits. You knead them gently, making my nipples hard. Who am I kidding, they’ve been hard since I first laid eyes on you.

I’m not sure how much time passed in the tub, but slowly the water cools and you mention getting out. I’m in a daze of lust by now, barely able to follow your command to stand up. You assist me out, draining the tub, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body and drying my vigorously. You pause to wrap yourself and next thing I know your mouth is on my throat again. You’re pushing me, guiding me. I nearly fall when the toilet connects with the back of my legs. You push me down to sit on it and finish drying me hastily. You discard my towel, and then yours after a quick pat down of yourself. My gaze goes straight to your cock, jutting out from your body, dark pink and bobbing to your heart beat.

“You’re so hard,” I whisper, completely enthralled.

“You make me like this.” Again I lick my lips. There’s a drop of pre cum right at the tip. Your foreskin is starting to slide back, exposing just a bit of the soft, tender head beneath it. Your hand grasps the base and you push it closer to me.

“Do you remember your promise?” You ask me softly. I stare into your blue eyes, catching the flash of vulnerability. You once shared with me that you’ve never experienced a mouth on your hot member. I had promised that you would. But as I stare into those eyes full of lust I see it, a shred of insecurity so small and well hidden, but there.

You know I’ve never seen or held or tasted a cock that hasn’t been mutilated by circumcision, and you know I was nervous about it. I admit, I was.

But seeing you, so hard, pulsing with lust for me, I feel my mouth water. I bend my head to it, giving the softest of kisses right on the head. You let out a faint moan of delight. I smile, thrilled that I will be the first one to give you this intense pleasure.

I lick right at the head, lapping up the precum. Your balls draw up slightly and you moan. Your breathing is ragged already, and I savor your taste. You are sensitive and we both know it. I slide my tongue up the underside of your shaft and your legs shake visibly.

I tease the foreskin with the tip of my tongue and you hiss in pleasure. Definitely sensitive. I am feeling quite pleased, realizing what fun it is to play with a cock that hasn’t been stripped of its outersheath. You’re looking down at me with an expression of wonder.

“Ah.. Fuck that’s really nice…” You moan. I chuckle, my dutch gentleman was cursing up a storm as I teased his cock.

“Lets get out of the bathroom.” You say as you pull away. Your hand laces into my hair and you lead me to the bedroom. With a sharp yank you make it clear you want me on the bed. I comply, pussy dripping from the rough treatment. I like my hair pulled and you know it. Your hand rests on my shoulder holding me down as you climb ontop of me. You sit right on my chest, but most of your weight is on your knees, on the bed. Ever the gentleman.

Your cock is dribbling steadily now, but you hold it out of my reach. I lick my lips as I stare at it.

Noticing this you tease me, “oh, you want another taste?” As if it is the most casual thing in the world. I nod and whimper.

You lean your hips forward and I quickly flick my tongue out to lick your cock. You take notice and turn it to the side, just enough where I lick your hand that is supporting it instead. I whimper in protest.

“You have to do as I ask.” You remind me gently, and you tap my nose lightly with your heavy cock in reprimand. I whine softly, but decide to behave. You press the tip to my lips, smearing your pre-cum over my mouth. You niğde escort pull away and I lick my lips desperately.

You bring your cock back to mouth, “want more?” You ask.

Instead of answering I lick greedily at the leaking cock, gently coaxing the foreskin to move back with my tongue. I want full access to your swollen head, the most sensitive spot. I rub your frenulum with my tongue and you gasp loudly. I’m actually not sure if it was a gasp or a scream but it doesn’t matter. I suck the tip into my mouth and you growl in pleasure.

Your hand slips into my hair and grips tightly. Slowly you pull, angling my head up. You yank harder at it, making me gasp in pain. As soon as my mouth opens you fill it with your cock. I suck at the swollen cock, eager to please you. You are leaking like crazy, onto my tongue and down my throat. Your taste is overwhelming me and all I can think about is earning more of that fluid from you. Your hips rock forward and your tip bangs into the back of my throat. You raise an eyebrow at me when I don’t even gag.

I smirk around your cock. Most of my uvula had accidentally been removed when my tonsils came out. As a result, limited gag reflex. You push in again, and I choke slightly, but am not gagging yet.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth kitty. It feels so fucking good!”

I giggle around your cock as you pronounce the ‘g’ with the harsh guttural sound the dutch use. You give a slight slap to my cheek and fuck yourself into my throat deeper. The slap doesn’t even sting, it was your gentle way to tell me to shut up and suck.

I suck harder and harder at your big cock, and am surprised when suddenly it’s gone. I feel your weight shift and blink to clear my blurred eyes.

“As much as I want you to swallow my cum, I need to get some of this pussy too.” You tell me, and I gasp in ecstasy as your fingers run over my dripping slit.

“So wet…” You mention, sliding two fingers in immediately. I cry out loudly in pleasure, trembling. Your fingers wiggle around for a minute, exploring. Testing, experimenting. The tips slowly dragging over my walls, giving wiggles and flicks here and there. My eyes clench shut as pleasure exploded inside of me. I heard a chuckle from you as you softly speak.

“Mmm, you like that don’t you?” Before I can answer that intense rush of pleasure returns. You rub and tap rhythmically at my g-spot, and you force me to soak the bed.

“Naughty kitty, making a mess.” You scold gently. Your fingers retreat just as I’m nearing completion. A shudder courses through my body as your tongue swipes over my pussy lips. Again. And again, you are licking me like I am some sort of dessert and I love it. Your fingers splay my lips open and your tongue pokes into my pussy, and you thrust it in a few times, I hear a slurping sound and feel some pressure. I glance at you and nearly come as I see you lapping up my juices. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life.

I scream as your tongue nudges my clit firmly. Again, and again. You flick it back and forth, and I nearly kick you when you suck my sensitive clit into your mouth.

“Oh fuck fuck FUCK!” I scream, and just like that it’s over. I come before it even registers in my brain that I was getting close. You stop, sitting upright. You’re licking your lips but the severe look on your face says I am in some deep trouble.

“I am sorry sir, I-“

“Shut up and roll over.” You say wiping your mouth.

I do as you ask, as your hand digs into my ass cheek painfully as you grip it.

“Bad kitten! Coming without permission. You know better. I wasn’t done enjoying you yet and now I have to stop and punish you.” You scold. Slap! I whimper as your hand lands square on my ass cheek. It stings. Slap. Again.

I feel a heavyness in my heart at disappointing you. I hate disappointing you. Slap. Slap. The sting is building and spreading. I know it will be sore for quite a while.

“You know I hate to punish my kitty. I would much rather give you pleasure instead. But we both know if I do not do this, you won’t be disciplined. And we both need you to be disciplined to see our fantasies become reality. You have two more.”

I nod my agreement. You are far from a sadist, and I know my punishment will be over soon. As you deal out the last two slaps to my tender ass, I can’t help but wonder if I will get to feel your big cock filling my pussy.

Your mouth is on the back of my neck kissing and sucking. Your hand gently caresses my ass, sending shivers down my spine.

“It’s over my sweet kitten, now I get to see just how tight you are.”

Your fingers dip between my legs and come back glistening with moisture .

“My my, you are quite a wet little kitten.” You tease. I shudder in excitement.

“Look at me” you command with a stern voice. I turn my head around and look just in time to see you put your two fingers in your mouth, sucking my juices off them. You pant loudly as you taste me. I moan loudly, getting even wetter. I know from the look on your face you did that just to rile me up. It worked. You dig into your luggage for a moment and pull out a length of cloth and wind it around my hands tying them together. Your hands grip my hips, lifting them up. You put a pillow beneath them to increase your access.

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This story includes transgender and crossdressing. If either of those bother you, then this story is not for you.

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Starting college was tough for me. I was Joey, 17 years old, but turned 18 around the end of the first semester. I was nerdy and withdrawn in school, and had moved a number of times growing up. I think I went to at least eleven schools in twelve years of public schooling. Beyond that, I hardly fit in my family, they loved to hunt and fish, go camping, and play contact sports. I was 5’6″ and 130 pounds and not at all athletic. I was smart enough to get a scholarship, but since it wasn’t for sports, my family couldn’t have cared less.

I never had girlfriends in high school, because most of them wanted the jocks and ripped dudes. Even with the others, I was too shy to approach them. My first semester was pretty much the same, though I found I had a class with one cute girl, Traci who seemed to enjoy talking to me. She never seemed to want anything other than talking, but that was still better than I ever managed to get from any of the other girls.

Traci was a year or two older than me, but I was taking some more advanced classes so I was with some older students. The girls who were older than me usually had even less interest in me than the ones close to my age. Traci was also about my same height and weight, but distributed in a much nicer fashion. She had blonde shoulder length hair, a cute face, nice boobs, but maybe only b-cup, and a killer ass.

We’d study together for tests, though she had a real social life, unlike me. I spent most of my time in the library, since my roommate was such a total jerk. As the first semester ended, I learned he was going to transfer to another college. He’d gotten a track scholarship to our school, but wanted to play football, and the conference rules wouldn’t allow that. By transferring to another conference and changing sports, he could. I was relieved and hoped that meant I wouldn’t have a roommate next semester.

At the end of the semester, I stayed at school over the break. My family didn’t care about seeing me and I didn’t have much money to travel anyhow. My scholarship covered tuition, room, and board, but I was borrowing to cover books and anything else I needed. I didn’t want to end up with a shitload of debt, like a lot of folks so I kept my borrowing and my other expenses to a minimum. My clothes got a bit worn and my hair kind of long.

Over the break, I ran into Traci, who lived off campus and had stayed in town. She said she hated her family, but she had some good friends at school to hang with.

“I wish I had some good friends to hang out with. Besides you, I mean. Not that I don’t like being with you – I do. No offense, I just – “

“That’s okay, Joey. I understand.”

“I’m not sure your friends would like me the way they like you.”

She carefully looked me up and down before she replied.

“I don’t know. You might be surprised. Maybe I’ll introduce you when the semester starts.”

“I’d love that.”

“They just might want to make you over though.”

“At this point, who am I to argue.”

We talked for a little longer, then we both got up. Traci said she needed to get back to her place. She leaned forward gave me a quick kiss on the lips, smiled, turned and walked away.

I spent a lot of time with Traci over the next couple of days. We never went very far – she wasn’t ready and I didn’t push. We did cuddle and kiss and I was in heaven just for the chance to cuddle and kiss Traci. She told me if I was accepted into her group, that we could continue to hang out and even go further. If I needed any further motivation, that certainly provided plenty.

After several days, it was about time for the semester to start and Traci told me it was time to introduce me to the group. I went with Traci to something that wasn’t quite a frat house, but similar. There were a bunch of men there, most of whom looked pretty big and athletic. Traci was the only girl, and I looked pretty puny next to most of the men. One of the biggest guys seemed to be the leader of the group and he spoke.

“Traci has said you are interested in being associated with us.”

“Yes, sir. If you’ll have me.”

“If we accept you, you’ll get room and board here – a more comfortable room and better food than those crummy dorms.”

“That sounds good.”

“There’s a price.”

“I don’t have much money.”

“Not so much a price in money, but in other things. You’ll have to let Traci make you over and direct you. You’ll also be providing services to some of our members.”

“I’m not sure what sort of services I could provide.”

“Traci can fill you in, and she’ll do your makeover if you want to proceed.”

“Okay, I guess.”

Traci took my arm and began to lead me from the room.

“Come on, babe. Let’s get this going.”

Traci took me down the hall and into a room which I learned was hers. She closed and locked the door, then gave me a kiss.

“Do you trust me, babe?”

“Sure.”

“You mardin escort have to trust me completely. Do whatever I tell you. If you can’t do that, you should leave now.”

“I’ll stay.”

“Take off those ratty clothes – every stitch.”

My clothes were kind of worn – even my best clothes were kind of shabby, but I was surprised by this.

“You mean naked?”

“Exactly. Get started or get out of here.”

I had on one of my less ragged tee shirts and pulled it over my head. Traci took it from me and threw it in the corner. I then took off my shabby tennis shoes and socks and she did much the same with them. I paused briefly and Traci came over and gave me a kiss.

“That’s a start honey, but you need to keep going.”

I unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my slightly tattered jeans and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and Traci threw them with my other clothes. I was now there in some dingy white jockey shorts – more gray than white. I looked at Traci, and she gestured for me to drop my shorts. I suppose if I’d been more sexually savvy, I’d have been ecstatic to have a woman telling me to get naked for her, but I was inexperienced and uneasy.

“I don’t really have any money for better clothes than these.”

“Don’t worry, doll. We’ll take care of that, just do what I tell you.”

Traci took my hand and led me to a door. I was hesitant, because I didn’t know where it went, and I was naked. She opened the door and it turned out to be a bathroom. I was very relieved and she easily led me into the bathroom. Traci sat me down on the toilet and took a razor and cream and shaved my face. I had shaved that morning, but wasn’t going to argue with her.

After my face, she had me lift my arms, and she then shaved my underarms. I felt a little weird about that, but let her. She then took some cream that she put on my legs, arms, and chest. It stung a little, but not that much. Traci then had me sit farther back with my legs farther forward, and shaved me between my legs. My prick and balls were now as hairless as they’d been before I hit puberty.

I realized that the cream was a depilatory and was going to remove my leg and arm hair, which wasn’t that thick anyhow, along with my sparse chest hair. After she finished shaving my privates, Traci drew me to my feet and gave me another kiss.

“Okay babe. You need to take a shower now. There is scented body wash here along with shampoo, use that. I’ll be doing some things in the other room while you shower.”

She patted me on the ass and pointed me toward the shower, then closed the door as she left the bathroom. The whole thing seemed weird as hell, but I knew there was going to be some kind of make-over and this hadn’t been terrible. The body wash had a floral aroma, as did the shampoo. As I washed off the cream, the rest of my body hair came off. I now had no hair below my neck.

I finished my shower and was drying off as Traci came back in the bathroom. After I was dry, she sat me back down on the toilet and pulled out a hair dryer. I had been conserving my money, so I had let my hair grow out. Lots of guys had longer hair, and I couldn’t afford to get it cut anyhow. Traci took the dryer and a brush and seemed to be styling my hair as she dried it. After it was dry, she took some scissors and did a little trimming here and there, but didn’t cut it short.

She took my hand and led me back out of the bathroom. I tried to get a look at what she’d done to my hair, but couldn’t really see much. As we went back in the bedroom, she stopped, faced me and gave me another quick kiss.

“Babe, you’re going to have to trust me now. There’s something of an initiation. You will be dressing in ways that you wouldn’t normally do for at least a period of time.”

“Okay.”

With that, she smiled took my hand, and we walked over to a dresser, where she opened a drawer. She pulled out a pair of lacy pink panties, and handed them to me.

“You need to put these on.”

“Panties?”

“Exactly.”

I took them from her and looked at her as I started to pull them on. I kept hoping that was some sort of joke and that she’d have me stop, but she didn’t. My prick got kind of hard and I tucked in the panties as best I could.

“Good girl.”

At the time, I completely missed that she’d called me ‘girl’. Traci then reached in the drawer and pulled out a lacy pink bra. She lifted my arms in front of me, and I stood there in shock, and slipped the bra on me. She fastened it in back, then pulled a couple of small breast forms out of another drawer, and slipped them in the cups of the bra.

Honestly, I didn’t even know what to think at that point. She took my hand and walked me to the closet, which she opened. She pulled a frilly blouse and handed it to me. My hands were shaking as I took it from her. At this point, it was damned obvious that my make-over was to make me look like a girl. I put the blouse on and she pulled a skirt out with a bit of flounce, though it only came to mid marmaris escort thigh.

She led me over to a chair and sat me down then took out some makeup and began doing my face. I could feel her put on some eyeliner and eye shadow around my eyes, then some base and accent on my face. She then put some lip gloss on me. I was trembling even more than I had been earlier. She finished, then pulled me to my feet and took me over to a mirror, where I saw, not Joey, but a rather cute girl.

“How long am I going to be dressed like this?”

“As long as I say.”

“I don’t know.”

She led me over to the bed and sat me down, and gave me another kiss.

“You’ve been such a good girl, you deserve a reward.”

With that, she got down on her knees in front of me, lifted my hips and I raised them. Traci pulled my panties down to my ankles and lifted my skirt. She leaned forward and delicately and sweetly kissed the head of my dick, which was quite hard. I gasped and she looked at me and smiled, then took the head of my cock between her lips before easing it back out again.

“Honey, have you ever had a girl suck your dick?”

“No, never.”

“Lean back and just enjoy it then, baby.”

She teased me, taking the head between her lips and letting it slip out several times, then lifting my prick and licking the underside all the way from my balls to the tip. Traci then began slowly working my dick in and out of her mouth, a little more each time, as she stroked it with her fingers. I was in heaven and no longer even remembered or cared that I looked like a girl.

My dick is only about 5-1/2 inches long, so it wasn’t hard for her to take me all the way in, and Traci did. She slowly and sensually fucked her mouth with my cock. I know I couldn’t have lasted long, but it felt like time was standing still as her mouth made love to my prick. I had never even really jerked off, so when I came, it surprised me. Traci took me deep in her throat and milked my little weiner dry.

She slowly eased me out of her mouth, licking and sucking as she went, then kissing and licking the tip as she pulled it completely out. She swallowed my cum then got up leaned over and kissed me long and slowly with lots of tongue. I could taste my cum in her mouth and was slightly repelled, but quickly got over it.

“Well baby, since I got you off, I think it’s only fair that you get me off too.”

“Sure thing.”

With that, she lifted her skirt and lowered her panties and a cock popped out. I was shocked because I hadn’t realized that she wasn’t a girl down there. I know I must have looked appalled and disgusted.

“You mean… you want me to – “

“So you think it’s perfectly fine for me to suck your dick, but you’re too good to do the same for me.”

“It’s just that…”

“I understand. Don’t worry. Just pull up your panties and get the hell out of here.”

“What about my other clothes?”

“We burned them. You can wear those back to your dorm.”

“I have to go back to my dorm dressed like this?”

“Yes. Like that – exactly like that.”

“Isn’t there anything else I can do?”

“You can be my girl, my good girl, and do for me what I did for you.”

“And if I do?”

“After everything is done, you can spend the night with me. You’ll be my girl and I’ll be your girl, if you want.”

I looked at Traci, looked over at the door, then looked at Traci’s prick, and again up at her face. She sat down and beckoned me over. I got on my knees in front of her and looked at her cock. It was about the same size as me, maybe a half inch longer. I’d never even thought about sucking on a dick and sat there for a few seconds before Traci gently pulled my head toward her wang.

I took the head between my lips, as she’d done and closed my lips as I eased it out, I could taste her pre-cum on the tip, but having tasted my own cum on her lips a few minutes before, it didn’t seem that strange. I slowly took more and more of her cock in my mouth, but couldn’t get it all the way in without gagging. I stroked it as I sucked it, which made Traci moan and smile and lean back. After a few minutes I stopped, and Traci looked at me.

“I don’t know if I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“That’s okay, baby. We can do something else.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. Traci got up, pushed me forward so my upper body was resting on my arms, then lifted my hips. She pulled my panties the rest of the way off and had me spread me legs, then flipped up my skirt and eased the head of her cock into my formerly virgin ass. She reached over and grabbed a tube of something that I later found was lube.

Traci lubed up her prick and used a finger to get a little lube in my bunghole. She eased her finger in and out a few times as I gasped and moaned. I wasn’t sure if this was all that much better, but I was in it now. She had to ease her dick in because my ass was still so tight and then slowly work it back and forth getting a little more of her cock in each time. After nevşehir escort the initial shock, it began to feel good, and I found my dick getting harder as she fucked me.

I felt her hips against mine as she got balls deep in my ass, filling me up. I moaned and began to fuck her back as she fucked my ass. I could feel things building up again and I came at the same time Traci filled my ass with her spunk. I’d never considered anything like that before, but it felt so good, I couldn’t be sorry she did it.

After she finished emptying her balls in me, Traci came around and kissed me sweetly. She stroked my face and I kissed her back. She lay down on the floor and we kissed for a long time before she got up.

“Okay, baby. Let’s get both of us cleaned up and we’ll go let the others see the new you.”

She got a damp washcloth and cleaned up my cum from the floor and her cum from my ass. She washed off her dick and tucked it back into her panties. I put my panties back on and Traci touched up my makeup.

“I don’t think Joey works for a pretty little thing like you. You’ll now be Joy instead of Joey.”

“All the others are going to see me like this?”

“Now only that, you’re going to classes dressed like this.”

“You mean…?”

“You’re Joy until I tell you otherwise. If you don’t like that, just get that cute little ass out of here.”

“If I go to my first few classes dressed like this…”

“You’ll probably have to do it all semester, won’t you?”

Traci came up to me, put her arms around me, and kissed me again.

“So you can be my good little girl, and I’ll be your girl, otherwise you can go back to being that lonely, nerdy little guy I met.”

“And I’ll be your girl?”

“Yes, as long as you do what I tell you.”

Traci took my hand and we walked back to the room we’d been in some time earlier. There were a few guys there, including the leader. They seemed to look me over and though I wasn’t completely comfortable with it, they seemed to like what they saw.

“Guys, let me introduce Joy. She’s here on good behavior.”

The leader, who I found was named Bob, got up walked over, looked me up and down, licked his lips, and smiled.

“How about we see some of that good behavior.”

Traci stroked my head before speaking.

“Joy, get down on your knees.”

Traci got down on her knees as she got me down on mine. One of the other guys walked over to Traci as we were there.

“Unzip his pants and pull out his cock.”

As Traci told me that, she proceeded to do exactly that to the other guy there.

“Okay, baby, you know what to do from here.”

Traci gently pushed my head forward, then proceeded to suck the cock of the guy in from of her. I began to do to Bob, what I’d done to Traci earlier. Bob tried pushing his dick deep in my throat, which made me gag. Traci paused in her work for a minute.

“Joy can’t deep throat yet. Take it easy on her, okay?”

Bob had kind of disgusted sigh and let me suck him as best I could while using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t get into my mouth. Before long Bob came in my mouth. I almost gagged on his cum, and he looked a little disgusted again.

“Swallow it, bitch.”

The other guy had already cum for Traci, and she stood, looking angry as hell.

“You will treat her like a lady, otherwise Joy and I are both walking out of here and not coming back.”

Bob stepped back, looking a little shocked.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I won’t talk to her like that again.”

“And neither will any of the other guys here. Understand?”

Traci looked around the room at the two other guys who were there.

“Make damned sure everyone knows.”

Bob and the others all nodded and looked a bit intimidated by Traci.

“And Joy is a newbie, so there will be no gangbang. Not until or unless she is ready.”

Traci looked at the other two guys.

“You can each have one of us from behind, then that’s it for tonight.”

Traci pulled her panties off and got on her hands and knees, then turned to me.

“Come on Joy, baby. Let’s do this.”

I pulled my panties off and got on my hands and knees too. Traci tossed some lube to them, and they each lubed up their cocks, before easing them into us. Curt, who was my guy was actually pretty gentle as he slowly fucked my ass. I was apprehensive as first, but quickly found myself getting turned on by it again. I didn’t cum from him fucking me, but it felt damned good as he dumped his load deep in my ass.

We finished and got up, and I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass and running down my leg. I felt good and surprisingly happy. Traci turned to Bob and the guy who’d fucked my ass.

“You two need to kiss her sweetly and thank her.”

They both did, and I smiled at them and told them they were welcome. Bob turned to Traci and spoke.

“You know, I think you found a keeper.”

“Just as long as you treat her with respect, and not like some cheap whore.”

They all nodded, and Traci and I each picked up our panties from the floor. I think I blushed as I did, then Traci took my hand and we walked back to her room. We went in the room and she locked the door. Traci cleaned off the washcloth and cleaned us both up again, kissing and stroking me as she did.

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The girl never took such a risk, he somehow convinced her that nothing would happen without her complete consent. She knew her mother would never approve of what she was about to do, so she told her that she was going camping with her best friend for a few days.

The girl just finished curling the last piece of her chestnut hair as she let the curl bounce right against her shoulder. She stared back at herself, her eyeshadow was a light dust of a nude pink, a painted cats eye made her look slightly more mature, and her glossed lips completed the look. As she slipped on the small tight fitting mauve crop top, black skater skirt, and black strapped pumps with little bows on the back, she glanced up at the clock. Each minute, the clock made its infamous tick, and she grew more nervous. She was ready, grabbing her bags she made her way through the house and out to her little light blue car.

The music blaring through the speakers slightly helped her calm her nerves. She was about 10 minutes away from their meeting place when she realized she forgot to send a message that she had left. She shut off the music and took a deep breath, of course she already earned herself a punishment, she knew she just wasn’t good at this sort of thing.

When she pulled into the parking lot and saw the brightly lit sign with the words ‘Twisted Ivory’ illuminating the entrance door, she knew she was at the right spot. Quickly, she picked up her phone and sent a message to the man she looked forward to meeting that night.

‘Sir, I just arrived. I completely forgot to tell you that I had left, forgive me?’

She pressed send and awaited further instruction.

‘I see, I’ve been waiting. I’ll be there to collect you from the lobby in five minutes. Do not be rude or I will actually have to punish you tonight.’

The short girl stepped out of her car and smoothed out her dress. Collecting her small wallet and keys, she headed through the dark parking lot to the front entrance. As she approached a man stepped up and blocked her way.

“Might I ask what you’re doing here?” The man’s voice came out raspy and gruff.

“I’m um meeting someone here tonight. He told me to meet him in the lobby of this place in- well now, actually.” She glanced at the time on her phone.

The man squinted at her. The girl looked awfully young to be in a place like this. Her small curvy figure was enticing, and he had wished that maybe he’d get a chance at the little thing in front of him.

“You have I.D.?” The bouncer asked.

“I do.” She reached into her small black floral wallet and pulled out her little plastic license.

Handing it over, she cringed. The picture was taken a few days after she fell asleep in the sun on her back deck. She looked as red as a lobster when she passed her driving test. He glanced down and saw an even younger looking girl, red as a beetroot. A smirk cracked on his face when he saw her 18th birthday had only been a month and a half ago.

“You are permitted, but still quite young. Someone is for sure in there waiting for you?” He asked concerned for this little cherries safety.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied curtly.

The man stepped aside and opened the door for her. As she stepped through she was surprised to see a very elegant looking hallway.

He was waiting for her near a small closet entrance. The two locked eyes. His sparkling green eyes burned into her amber ones. She had a split second of flight in her veins, once again wondering to herself if this was such a good idea.

The man must have sensed it in her as he pushed off of the wall he was leaning against and began heading towards her. She stopped taking those small steps she was taking and stood in place with a lowered head. She thought maybe this would be less nerve wracking if she could hide her face.

As the man reached her he stopped right in front of her. A small low chuckle was released into the air for her ears only.

“Hello my little minx.” The man said.

“Hello, Sir.” The girl whispered as she looked up at him through her long lashes.

“Dec, this little thing is yours?” The familiar sound of the bouncers voice echoed from behind them.

“She is.” The man beamed and took the girl under his arm.

“She is absolutely delectable.” The bouncer replied as he checked the girl out once again head to toe.

The girl shied away slightly behind the man she knew slightly more than the other stranger before them. This only elicited small chuckles from both men.

“She is a bit shy, but believe me once this one is out of her shell she is more raw than I’ve ever seen from such a young girl.” He turned and looked at the girl hiding by his side, “Let’s go have some fun.” He grabbed her small hand and led her toward the main action.

Declan led her through the crowd and towards the empty booth in the corner. The music was playing, not to loud, not loud enough to drown out the moans and mystery behind the closed doors down a nearby hall. niğde escort Declan let her slide into the booth and he slid in after her.

“I’m not planning on ordering any heavy liquor. I haven’t exactly decided what I’m going to do with you tonight and I don’t want my mind clouded with alcohol, nor do I want that for you.” He stated as he waved over a waitress.

The waitress hurried over and flirtatiously addressed Declan and his needs. The girl had a slight pang of something unfamiliar as she watched this other woman lean a little too close to the man she was with that night.

“Get me a regular beer in the bottle and a strawberry-rose spritzer.” Declan said with a dismissive look.

“So, how are you?” He looked at her.

The girl smiled slightly and laughed a little nervously. She looked down at her lap as she watched her fingers twiddle over each other.

“I’m fine, thank you. How long were you waiting here?” The girl asked meekly.

“A half hour at most. I expected you had already been on your way but that doesn’t mean you’ll be getting away with not messaging me.” Declan said sternly with a mischievous smile raising on his face.

The waitress appeared with their drinks and the pair sat talking about their lives like any normal couple. After a few sips from her fruity little drink the girl began loosening up. Declan watched as she became more comfortable with her surroundings when looking around and sneaking more peaks at the more interesting things in the club.

He followed her gaze to the stage far across the room and found that there was a bondage session going on. The girl on stage was tied up against a wooden pole. Her head was upside down and against the pole along with her shoulders, her hands and arms were stretched up forcing her to bend down against the pole even more and intricately bound to it. The man on stage continued and went onto binding her thighs and ankles together. In the end the girl on stage was bent over and bound to the pole, able to stare straight at her own pussy as the man started finger fucking her infront of the crowd.

When Declan’s gaze fell back onto the girl in front of him he found that she was twiddling her thumbs again and getting squirmy, she was turned on and couldn’t hide it. Declan decided with that, they were done with simply just sitting there and talking, he wanted to test her.

“Did you like that?” Declan asked as he placed his hand gently just below the seam of her skirt.

The girl jumped at the contact and lowered her gaze.

“Wha-What do you mean?” She whispered, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“You know what I’m talking about Cora, don’t be coy.” He whispered in her ear as he ever so slightly began grazing his hand higher on her thigh.

Cora shifted slightly and squirmed a bit more as she became more turned on. She lifted her gaze and meet his dark green eyes.

“That position looked painful, but… she is obviously much too turned on to care. I like it a lot, Sir.” Cora dropped her gaze again and stared at her lap once more. “The thought of being bound, helpless, and roughly finger fucked on stage in front of a crowd makes me really wet.” She whispered.

“Good girl.” Declan said as he leaned in and kissed her temple.

Declan’s hand continued to travel up her thigh and lifted her skirt up until her black lace panties showed.

“Spread your thighs.” He demanded.

Cora spread her legs slightly and placed her hands at her side, not knowing what to do with them anymore. Declan began rubbing her through her panties. Watching her face the entire time, Declan was surprised with the sudden emotion in her eyes as her gaze snapped up to lock with his. Her passion was emerging and he was there to witness it first hand. He was only lightly teasing her but she had already soaked the little lace piece with her arousal.

“Take off your panties and hand them to me.” He said in a huskier voice.

Cora frowned and he watched her little lip quiver, knowing she had never done something like this before.

“Now, Cora.” He stated, reminding her who was in charge.

Cora shifted slightly and gripped the sides of her panties. As she slowly slid them down her smooth tan legs, he began slowly running his hand up her side and towards her large breasts. When Cora got her panties off she discreetly handed them over to him and he chuckled as he watched a pink color flush her cheeks, he could smell her pussy now.

“That’s my good little one. Now hush and just feel.” Declan said as his hand slid back under her short little skirt.

Declan parted her lips and coated his finger in her juices. Two of his larger fingers began slowly making circles around her engorged clit. Cora bit her lip as she tried to contain herself. She didn’t know what to do with her hands or where to look so she simply put her hands at her side and closed her eyes, letting the intense pleasure wash over her.

Normally, Declan would not ordu escort allow his girl to close her eyes as he finger fucked her, but he knew she had never been in this kind of situation before. He let his hand travel down and slowly pushed two off his fingers into her tight pussy.

Cora gasped at the feeling, not used to any other fingers than her own. Her own fingers were short, slim, and elegant. Declan’s fingers were manly, long, and large compared to hers. She couldn’t help but feel the electricity build in her gut.

“Shh, we wouldn’t want to draw attention to ourselves now would we?” Declan suggested.

At that, Cora threw her head back against the booth seat and sighed. Declan began to push his fingers in and out of her as his thumb paid attention to her clit. As Declan slowly began to pick up the pace he could tell she was starting to get close. Cora began ever so slightly rocking her hips back and forth, occasionally accidently letting out a squeak or two.

Cora felt like she couldn’t breathe, like he was stealing all of her oxygen. She felt like she was on fire, like there was a heat building that couldn’t be controlled. Cora had never felt like this before, never been pushed this far. Declan picked up the speed even more and she no longer could hold back.

Cora looked like a wanton slut lightly gasping for the air she couldn’t get into her lungs, gyrating her hips against the seat. Just when Cora was about to fall over the edge, Declan felt her canal clench hard and he removed his fingers quickly. Cora cried out in disappointment, but before she could protest further Declan pushed his fingers between her pouty lips.

“Suck.” He said simply.

Cora frowned but slowly began sucking her own juices off of his fingers. She began lightly licking and when Declan removed his fingers, she rolled the taste of herself around in her mouth realizing she hadn’t disliked it as much as she originally thought she would. She tasted like a sweet musk, strawberry mixed with sex.

“Are you ready to receive your punishment yet, my little slut?” He asked taking one more swig of his drink.

Cora’s eyes widened, realizing she still was not off the hook.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered, nerves slipping back into her voice.

Declan simply grasped her fragile like hand and slid out of the booth. They both stood and he led her slightly away from the action and crowd. When they reached a closet like coat room, he led her in. Nobody remained but a few hung coats. Declan decided this was where she would receive her first few experiences.

“Get on your knees, girl. Kneel for me like a proper slave, like I’ve taught you.” Declan said sternly, drifting into his more dominant self.

Cora slowly and nervously dropped to her knees, but did not dare question him. Cora was more nervous that they were in a coat room that had no door, only a doorway. Anyone who would pass by would see what was happening, what if someone would come to get their coats?

Cora pushed the thoughts out of her mind forcing herself to trust him and focus. She spread her thighs as wide as she could and sat back on her heels, lowered her head, and placed her palms on her thighs.

“That’s my good girl, but you forgot something. Can you fix it?” He asked, giving her time to possibly redeem herself.

Cora thought hard, going through a mental checklist of the proper position he had her practice a few times before.

‘Spread wide. Check. Sit back on heels. Check. Lower head. Check. Palms on thighs. Check. Chest out. Oh!’

Cora pushed her chest out and Declan smiled as she meet his expectations without scolding.

“Good girl.” He simply stated as he brushed her shoulders pulling her hair behind her.

Declan circled her and found that he was even more pleased by her body in person. Pictures did not do this beauty justice. Her plump ass sat back on her little feet, slightly peeking out under the seam of her skirt as it rose due to her position. Her curvaceous figure turned his dick hard itself, let alone the fact she had worked to get a toned stomach for him also. Her large breasts pushed out, inviting him to play with as her heart shaped face was tilted towards the ground in perfect submission. The best part was that she was completely his.

Declan came back to her front to face her. His dick was making a sizeable tent in his pants and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He bent down and grasped her chin, raising her gaze to meet his once more.

“You’re going to suck me off right now. I know that is an odd punishment to you, but this will make up to me having to wait here an extra half hour because I had not known when you left or when to expect you.” Declan explained. “I also am very aware that you are my little virgin and that you have been nervous about this moment due to your lack of experience but I expect it and I am going to guide you.” He finished.

Declan let go of Cora and straightened himself back out.

“Undo rize escort my belt and pants, Cora.” He started.

Cora slowly reached up and began unbuckling his black leather belt. She fumbled with the buttons on his pants as her hands shook slightly with nerves and anticipation. When she was done undoing his pants she slowly pulled them down his thighs. When she reached up and grasped the seams of his boxers she looked up into Declan’s eyes for approval. Declan simply nodded and smiled at his girl moving on her own.

As his boxers slid down his legs, his dick sprung out and bobbed up and down in front of her. Declan watched as Cora unconsciously licked her lips a little as she stared at the huge member before her eyes.

“Start by licking me. Use your hand to play with my balls. Then…”

Declan was cut off as Cora lunged forward eagerly and started lapping at his sensitive skin like an overly excited puppy. Cora reached up and began gently fondling his balls as she slowly and lightly licked from the base to the tip. When she reached his head she licked around and found his sweet spot and paid more attention to it. She lapped and licked and suckled here and there. Cora pulled back slightly and wrapped her little lips around the head of his dick glancing back up into his eyes through her lashes once again discreetly asking if what she was doing was ok.

As Cora began sucking lightly on his dick, she swirled her tongue around and lapped at his dick hole, exploring what got him more excited. Declan groaned, wondering how no one ever snatched this little minx up before. Declan reached forward and grasped some of her hair, wanting to be able to pace her as he knew she would go too fast for what he had planned.

“Start bobbing your head up and down. Suck me and use your tongue to stimulate me even more.”

Cora slowly started taking in more of his shaft and was forced to widen her jaw a bit more. Her tongue swirled around as much as possible and she began sucking lightly. As she came back up slowly she found she had more use of her tongue then. Declan let her slowly explore and find out what works for her. Once he found that she fell into her own rhythm of sucking and lapping, he began using her hair to set her pace.

He pulled and pushed her and she became more animated, sucking harder and slightly tugging on his balls more. Declan was basking in the glory of this young girls inexperienced hot mouth engulfing his dick. He watched as half of his dick disappeared in her mouth and came back out. Declan slowed her pace down and slowly pushed his dick back into her mouth, watching every inch slowly disappear. He groaned as she sucked harder than she had before when she got back to the tip of his dick.

Declan couldn’t hold back anymore and began to make the pace faster than she had expected. Declan began fucking her face and she struggled to keep up somewhat. Quickly though, Cora matched up and added more stimulation to please him. Declan pushed further and watched as Cora fought her gag reflex, he reveled in the tears that formed in her eyes.

“Swallow, Cora.” Declan demanded as he knew he would cum soon.

Cora prepared herself and sucked harder and harder hoping to get him to cum hard. All of a sudden he grunted out loud and slammed his dick into her mouth as far as she would take it, gaggin her. A hot stream of cum shot into her mouth and throat. Cora worked hard to swallow all of it.

Declan shot a large load, knowing he would because he was pent up from not cumming for a week and a half. He expected a bit to fall out of her mouth and he was right. Cora let a few drops slip out of her mouth and dribble down her chin. When Declan pulled out of her mouth he grabbed the base of his dick and held it back up to her lips.

“Clean me. Lick up and down like you had when you started and get all the cum off of me.”

Cora licked and lapped gently and soon sat back on her heels once more, awaiting her next command. Declan put his dick back into his pants and allowed her to think a bit. When he reached over and scooped up the remaining cum on her chin, Cora jumped slightly. Cora thought she might be in trouble for letting some slip, but hoped he would be easy on her.

Declan placed his fingers in front of her lips and she opened and sucked. Cora sucked the cum off of Declan’s fingers looking up into his passion filled eyes.

“You did well, my little one. I’m proud of you. You are as I expected, inexperienced but my eager little slut.” Declan said, and with that he bent down and placed his first passionate kiss onto her lips.

Declan pulled back and watched as Cora was out stretched, her pouty lips begging for more.

“Are you horny, little minx?” Declan asked.

Cora nodded in response not trusting herself to speak.

“What should we do about that? Should I take you back out onto that stage and tie you up, then fuck you?” Declan suggested on an empty promise, knowing she was not ready for that.

Cora groaned in response, Declan knew she was on fire.

“Get on your back and spread your legs wide for me.”

Cora quickly moved into position and once again slightly began fidgeting with the lack of knowing what to do with her hands.

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