Anton Ch. 02

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Crossdressing

There are certain perks to having a rich, beautiful, black woman who is old enough to be your mother being in love with you. There are additional perks when that woman is also your boss. Anton Robinson has the best of both worlds and he is enjoying every minute of it. Right now, he is sitting in the back of a Rose Royce Phantom beside his boss and lover Angela Wess, CEO of Wess Optimization. They are traveling in style to a company function being held in Louisville, Kentucky, where Angela is scheduled to speak.

Anton is wearing a polo, black blazer, blue jeans, and boots. Looking every bit like a twenty-one-year-old business major. Angela on the other hand is wearing a purple designer dress, black open-toed heels, and enough jewelry to buy a small nation.

Angela hangs up the phone after a long call and sighs.

Anton: The life of a boss bitch?

Angela: The life of a boss bitch. I can’t wait to get to this hotel and put my feet up.

Anton: Can I massage those beautiful feet?

Angela: As if you have to ask Daddy.

She pulls him in for a long slow kiss and he makes sure to get a feel of her massive breasts that seem to be battling with her dress for freedom. His hands roam down to rest on her ample thighs before moving around to squeeze her fat ass. Angela giggles as he gropes her, she enjoys the fact that she turns her young lover on. When they break the kiss she lays her head on his shoulder and they chat for the remainder of the ride.

They arrive at the Seelbach Hilton in downtown Louisville about an hour later. Check-in is fast and they are in their king-sized corner suite within ten minutes. Angela takes no time at all in kicking off her heels and soon Anton is massaging her feet while suckling her toes with Golden Girls in the background. Angela receives a text that she reads and smiles before putting the phone down.

Angela: I have a surprise for your Daddy.

Anton looks up from his work and pops one of her pedicures toes out of his mouth.

Anton: A surprise for me?

Angela: You are my Daddy aren’t you?

Anton nods with a goofy grin and she laughs at him.

Angela: It will be here in about an hour. Why don’t you go freshen up? Thank you for the massage.

She kisses him and then shoos him to the bathroom while she moves around the room preparing herself. In truth, his surprise is heading up in the elevator right now.

Anton steps out bahis şirketleri of the shower, dries off, and wraps a towel around himself. He walks out of the bathroom and stops short when he finds Angela in the bed with another woman. This woman is smaller than Angela in height and build. She is about 5’3, with caramel skin, wavey black hair with just a hint of white that flows to her shoulders, and an athletic build that is shown off perfectly since she is only wearing a pink bra and panty set and a pair of heels.

Angela: Anton this is Lyria, Lyria this is my Daddy, Anton.

Lyria: Damn girl, he is cute.

Her New York accent is strong.

Angela: Would I lie to you boo?

Lyria: Never.

Anton watches as the two women kiss passionately and it is obvious this is not something new. Angela looks up at him after they break the kiss.

Angela: Lyria here has been my friend for over twenty years and my part-time lover for about a decade of that.

Lyria: She has told me all about you and well it is time to make things official.

Anton: Official?

Angela: Lyria is my Princess, doesn’t have a dominant bone in her body. She is also recently divorced and has retired from teaching, I have also told my husband about us and we have decided to move into an open marriage. So, this is the surprise I had for you, you are Daddy to both of us and Lyria has agreed to become our full-time babygirl.

Anton is speechless and both women just giggle and go back to kissing as he watches. His towel falls as his dick becomes steel-hard.

Angela: I think Daddy needs your attention.

Lyria asks no questions as she gets out of bed and falls to her knees in front of Anton. She looks up into his eyes as she takes his dick into her very experienced mouth.

Anton: Oh shit.

Angela: Will she do, Daddy?

Anton: Hell yes, Babydoll!

Lyria slobbers as she fucks her face on Anton’s cock. He lets out a sigh of pleasure as he feels his balls start to tighten. He pulls her off by her hair before she makes him cum.

Anton: Damn it, that mouth is devilish Babygirl.

Lyria: If you like that you will love everything else.

Anton: Everything?

Lyria: Everything Daddy, this body is yours to do with as you will until you release me.

Anton: I wouldn’t make any plans, I don’t plan on letting him go for a very long time.

Angela smiles at the connection the two of bahis firmaları them are building and moves from the bed to the chair by the window to watch. Anton lifts her from the floor and places her gently in the bed, he then gets down on his knees between her legs. Lyria lets out a scream of pleasure as Anton starts to eat her pussy noisily.

Lyria: Oh, Daddy! Fuck yes, right there! Please, don’t stop, oh my God. Oh my God!

Lyria arches her back as she cums, she squirts all over Anton’s face and down his throat as he continues to eat her. Lyria is panting like a dog when the orgasm finally ended and then she is moaning yet again as Anton’s demon tongue continues to devour her. She cums three more times before Anton finally lets her go and stands up.

Lyria: That was fucking amazing.

Anton: I am not done yet, just warming you up.

He takes her legs and puts them on his shoulders as he pulls her in close.

Anton: Now, the real fun begins.

Before she can say a word, Anton slides his dick into her soaked pussy. Lyria hasn’t had a real dick in her in over a month as she prepared for this, her fifty-year-old pussy opens up to the twenty-one-year-old cock willingly as if welcoming it home. She lets out a moan as her entire body shivers. When he is all the way in, Anton stops and looks down at her.

Anton: Open those eyes and look at me slut.

Lyria opens her hazel eyes and stares up at her Daddy. In the morning Angela lets out a moan of pleasure as she uses her wand on her pussy. The intensity of the scene before her is almost too much to bear.

Anton: That’s better.

He leans in bending her legs back until her knees at almost by her ears. Lyria lets out a gasp of surprise as it feels like his dick sinks in another few inches.

Lyria: Shit, Daddy. What are you doing to me?

Anton: Making you mine.

He starts to thrust into her and he is not gentle. Lyria feels like she is being pushed on the stomach with each thrust. He speeds up and she finds her voice to let out a scream.

Lyria: Oh my…fuck. Take me, Daddy, fucking take me. You are in my fucking stomach, God damn it!

Anton smiles down at her before leaning in to kiss her as he continues to fuck her. He put his hands on either side of her head holding her still and making her look deep into his eyes as he tries his best to fuck her soul from her body.

Anton: Cum for me.

Lyria feels kaçak bahis siteleri the orgasm rip through her as he body obeys the command. Her breath comes out in shuttering gasps as Anton pulls out of her before flipping her over. He pulls her up to her knees with her ass in the air, that is when he sees the pink jewel of the butt plug inserted firmly in her lubed asshole. He looks over at Angela who just smiles at him.

Angela: I know what my Daddy likes. Take it, she is your property now. Every inch of her belongs to you.

Anton slowly pulls the butt plug out, Lyria coos as the heavy metal toy comes out of her ass. Her hole is left stretched and shiny when it is out. Anton admired it and even pulls out his phone and takes a photo of it. He switches it to video and hits record as he slowly replaces the butt plug with his dick. It goes in easy at first then he meets resistance but he pushes through and his dick sinks deeper and deeper into her ass until his pelvis is resting on her ass. Lyria is gripping the sheets and breathing hard trying to get used to the sudden fullness she feels. If she thought he was in her guts before, he is showing her what it really feels like to have her guts invaded.

Lyria: Oh fuck, l…oh fuck!

Anton grips her hips firmly and picks up where he left off in her pussy. He has absolutely no mercy as he plows into her ass. Lyria is gripping the sheets and screaming into the bed as she takes the pounding. She never once asks him to stop or slow down, nor does she try to run away from the anal assault. Ten minutes into the anal session, her ass starts to cream on his dick, leaving white streaks on it he continues to abuse it. After twenty minutes, Lyria has squirted so much that she goes limp, she lays there with her eyes closed breathing and moaning softly as Anton continue to beat her guts even though they are already jelly by this point.

Anton: Fuck yes!

He hisses the words as he slams into her making Lyria yelp in pain and unloads his balls into her battered rectum. He holds her there until his legs stop shaking as it feels like he unloads a month’s worth of baby batter into her. When he steps back letting his softening dick fall out of her, her ass is a leaking, gaping hole. He snaps another picture before walking around to sit on the bed in front of her. Without asking, he takes her by the air and puts his cock back in her mouth.

Anton: Clean it.

Lyria who is still in a daze does as she is told. He looks over at Angela who is quivering mess herself in the chair having cum on her wand until her eyes crossed.

Anton: I think this is going to be a beautiful relationship.

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What Are You Doing?

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“What are you doing?”

I can still hear her asking it. So confused. Slightly intrigued.

Rachel couldn’t possibly have wanted an actual answer. Besides, I was so shocked to hear her home from work during the middle of a Tuesday that I thought I was imagining it. I opened my eyes and peered around my thigh to the bedroom door. There was my wife. Hand clasping the doorframe. Tight black t-shirt and tighter jeans. Her curves outlined perfectly. My second thought was her tits looked amazing.

My first thought was what I am doing. I was laying on my back on a towel on our bed completely naked with my legs raised, my left hand gripping the back of my thigh while my right hand pressed the bulbous nub of my newly purchased plug against my heavily lubricated asshole. And about 15 seconds from breaching. The plug also featured a cock ring that rested at the base of my rock-hard dick that hovered above my stomach like gravity didn’t apply to it.

I sprang upright.

“I’m just, no, it’s not, I uhhh,” I trailed off as I swung my legs from the bed and tried desperately to remove the cock ring. There was just no way.

“What are you doing home?” I asked.

“My 2:00 canceled. Good thing it did. Now, what are you doing?”

I had grabbed the tube of KY and was squirting drops around the base of my cock. I began to massage it along the inside of the ring. Quite the catch-22 in this instance. Even as my erection subsided marginally my dick remained engorged. My balls pressed snugly against the base of my shaft. I stood up to try and get a better angle. As I did so the four-inch black plug dangled cartoonishly against my inner thighs.

“Oh my!” My wife said while fighting back a grin. I made a step for the bathroom and a bit of much-needed privacy.

“Whoa, whoa, what’re you doing now?” She asked, finally entering the bedroom and into my path to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take this thing off what do you think?”

“I don’t think so.”

She was now directly in front of me. She placed her hand on my chest and softly pushed me back towards the bed. I reluctantly stepped back until I felt the mattress against the back of my thighs.

“Go on,” Rachel said with a shoe of her hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked dumbly.

She reached down and grabbed the plug. I recoiled. She gave it a slight tug downward and my cock surged upward, in an instance regaining its full stature.

“Ooooh. I think you know.” She tapped the plug against my taint. The smacking made me exhale.

“Now lay down.” She said with another tug before letting go and allowing the plug to swing. I turned and lifted my leg to crawl onto the towel. Rachel planted a firm hand across my ass cheek and squeezed, pulling me slightly agape.

“Oh ya, you are close.”

I said nothing. She reached for the lube and climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself on her knees between my legs and squirted some KY onto her hand.

“Get those legs up.”

As I raised my knees she slathered my asshole. Her fingers ran around in a circle while the base of her palm pressed against my perineum. I gasped. My cock lay across my stomach and lurched upwards.

“Now, now,” she said softly but with a firm pull of the plug. “I know you’re all worked up but you’re not busting all over yourself. Yet.”

Rachel squeezed a long string of lube onto the plug and instead of rubbing it in with her finger she slid it against my asshole and wiggled it gently.

“Oh, babe. You güvenilir bahis were so close.”

“Yeah?” I said softly.

“Oh yah. What would you’ve done if I didn’t come home?”

“I don’t know,” I said without looking at her. I peeled my hands from the back of my thighs and ran them through my hair before latching on.

“Jerk off?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Right away?”

“I don’t know. I guess.”

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” She stopped encircling my asshole with the plug and squirted on a little more lube. I looked down at her and she stared right back, waiting for an answer.

“What should I do?”

“You should relax.”

“I am rela—”

My head rose from the pillow. My mouth sagged open. I pulled at my hair.

Rachel began to ease the plug inside me. My asshole fought it for a millisecond. It wasn’t ready. It was too big. Too much. Then it was too late. My ass gave in. The plug penetrated and then was swallowed whole.

“FUUUUCK!” I breathed. I pressed my hips up as the plug burrowed deeper. With the added tension my cock eased toward the ceiling.

“Very good.” I could hear her smiling.

“Is that all of it?”

“You want more?”

I said nothing. Rachel grabbed the piece of silicone connecting the plug to the cock ring and gave it a firm pull.

“I’d say you’ve got all of it. A hungry little asshole.” She smacked my ass and again gave the cheek a wiggle. The plug must’ve repositioned itself or touched a nerve ending or something because I let out a quick gasp.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” She again shook my ass and I again exhaled lustfully. She noticed the trend while I did not. Not then.

“My God, I forgot about this guy.” She ran her fingers up along my taint, over my balls, and up the length of my cock. She grabbed on like it was a joystick.

“I’ve never seen it so…big. How long were you going at this?”

“I don’t know,” I was finally catching my breath and learning to coexist with the plug. “Maybe 20 minutes.”

“Well, look at you. Part of me wants to measure it.”

I smiled back.

“Your balls look enormous too.”

“They’re pretty full.”

With her other hand, she began massaging them. The plug danced. She massaged more and the plug danced more. I raised my head and exhaled sharply. She then abruptly stopped and released my dick. It swayed above my stomach. The plug again rippled and I moaned. Rachel grabbed the connection piece and pulled. It didn’t budge. She pushed it in ever so slightly.

“Oh, fuck me.”

“We’re not there yet, baby,” she laughed. “Baby steps. Stroke it.”

“What?”

She pressed again.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Stroke your cock.”

I reached down and began to run my hand up my dick. It felt so good. Rachel watched intently. Like a teacher ready to intervene at a moment’s notice when technique came into question. She took the lube and from a foot above squeezed a dribble onto my dick. The head glistened with each stroke. She applied more to my asshole and maneuvered the plug up and down. My breathing sped up.

“Hold on.”

“What?”

“Not you.” She flicked the plug. “Keep jerking yourself off. But don’t cum.”

“Oh, I’m not close yet.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

She got up and disappeared into our closet. I did like I was told but reached down with my other hand and felt for the plug. It was completely enveloped. Such a strange feeling of accomplishment permeated throughout me. It wasn’t the güvenilir bahis siteleri first time I’d penetrated myself with a plug but this time it didn’t take nearly as long to warm myself up. This was the first time I did so sober. Something about sticking something in your ass as a straight man required a little mental lubrication as well. I found tequila helped. I ran my finger around the end of the plug and gave it a slight nudge.

“Hey now!”

Rachel came back with a grin and something in her hand. It was small and blue. I pulled my hands away.

“You don’t touch.”

I began to rub my cock again.

“No. Not that either.” She smacked my ass and I recoiled and groaned simultaneously. “I’m about to blow your fucking mind.”

Suddenly her hand began to vibrate.

“You aren’t the only one with a toy chest.”

It was a small vibrator. I’m sure it had some kitschy name like jackrabbit or thunder stick but all of that went blank when she pressed it flush against the plug.

I was finished.

I battled and tried to think about baseball but this immense swelling swirled around my insides. I didn’t know what I needed to do. But it was going to happen.

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Oh my god, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You want faster?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, baby, yes! You take it so well.”

“Yeah?”

The buzzing sped up. I closed my eyes and yelled something primal. Not words. There were no words.

The buzzing.

The buzzing.

The plug.

The ring.

The buzzing.

“OH FUCK.”

I opened my eyes. My cock began bobbing up and down. Cum oozed out of it. Not a tremendous amount but certainly more than a little. I trembled. I shook. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them damn near off the bed while more cum seeped out of my dick. My balls pulsated. They’d grown massive under the tension. My legs still trembled as the buzzing stopped.

“I think it’s time we get you out of there.”

“I think…”

I trailed off. The words eluded me. I still clenched the sheets. Rachel didn’t say anything. I felt more lube. It ran down the base of my cock and down my taint and around my asshole. Her hands worked to disperse the KY around the base of my dick as well as around my balls. She ran her fingers under the ring, spread it, and eased it over my testicles.

“Oh, thank god.”

“That was getting intense.”

“I’d say,” I smiled limply but closed my eyes. I straightened my legs out and felt the plug again bristle against my prostate. I exhaled sharply.

“I can’t get over how much bigger your cock is right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Totally. That thing is juicy.”

I felt her hand wrap around it.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“I don’t think I have anything left.”

“You should see it from my angle.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means you’re not done yet. I want the rest.”

“The res-?”

The buzzing started again.

“Oh fuck.”

“Exactly. Put those legs back up.”

I did as I was told. I reached for my cock but Rachel knocked my hand away.

“Grab onto your thighs. This is mine.”

“Okay.”

The buzzing continued as Rachel’s fingers traced over the tip of my member. I shuttered and felt the sensation coming back.

“I want you to fuck my hand.”

“What?”

She slapped my ass. Hard. I whimpered involuntarily.

“All these questions are going to get you iddaa siteleri in trouble.” She stopped stroking my cock so she could add on more lube: a healthy dollop onto the head of my dick and a good squeeze onto my asshole. She again tugged at the plug. It eased out slightly before being sucked back inside me. I gasped. The symphony started back up. The vibrating blended with the wet smacks of her cupped hand gliding off my dripping cock.

I felt the rush again. Everywhere.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, baby. Now, fuck my hand.”

I lifted my hips up and back down.

“Keep going. You’re so close, baby. I can feel it.”

I thrust upward, trying to establish a rhythm but it was impossible. It was too much. Then I felt the plug wiggle. Every thrust and the plug moved. The vibrator pressed flush against my perineum.

“Oh, baby, you’re doing so good. You fuck your ass so good.”

It hadn’t dawned on me. Every pump meant the plug slid just a little bit. Then back in. I found myself getting into a groove.

Her hand.

The vibration.

The plug.

“Fuuuck me.”

“Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby. Now stop.”

I froze. My balls tightened. Rachel held me by the base of the cock while the vibrator rumbled against the plug that reverberated off my swollen prostate and then it was all happening. Cum erupted. The first burst flew over my head. The second went straight up and landed on my stomach. I felt the warmth for the briefest of moments because then the plug moved and moved a little bit more and then it was sliding out and my ass pulled at it but it was sliding and sliding and my asshole clenched but it could not keep it inside.

“FUUUUCKKKKKKK.”

The plug was completely out but Rachel kept her hand wrapped around my cock. More cum spewed out in waves. Another line splattered high onto my chest. It was then that I realized Rachel was aiming my cock like a firehouse. Gripping it firmly by the base and angling it at my face. Another spurt. This one shot out and glanced off my shoulder.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “How many mo—”

The next load sprang from my cock and I was helpless to stop it but I deduced its trajectory immediately. It propelled straight into my mouth.

“YES!” Rachel cheered as if she’d just won some unknown prize.

More cum. These were less missile-like and more glugs—like an overturned oil tanker spilling onto a loading dock. Rachel had taken to long, deep strokes of my cock at this point as the remnants of every bit of nut I kept in reserve poured out. I’d forgotten about the jizz that’d snuck into my mouth and lost track of its whereabouts.

“Wow, baby,” Rachel said with a few final pumps. “Just wow. That was quite the show.”

I could say nothing but dropped my legs and rolled my head down into the pillow. Rachel took one final stroke before letting go. My heavy cock smacked off a pile of semen that pooled onto my stomach.

“If we were at a carnival I think I would’ve won a big stuffed animal for that shot. That’s what you get for playing without me.”

“How was I suppose to know?”

“I told you those questions were going to get you into trouble.”

“Fuck. Yeah. Fuck.”

That pretty much said it all.

“But this is the good kind of trouble,” she added. “Just think what we can do next time I come home from work early.”

“Next time?”

“What? You think this was just a one-off. No way. Now that I know what I’m working with, we’re just getting started.”

“Wait, what’s next?”

“I say we start with 6-inches and go from there.”

“What’s six inches?”

“Shhhh.” She pressed a finger against my asshole, which felt like it was left gaping open. I jumped at her touch. “No more questions.”

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Anton didn’t mind the economic recession. Sure the revenues from his companies were down, but only slightly. It struck him as strange that in these difficult times the public would sacrifice a lot, but not their habit for porn. His business was still profitable and he had healthy reserves in his bank accounts.

No, these were good times. Some of the ratbag competition would be blown away and the supply of talent was getting better and the prices coming down. With employers not hiring, youth unemployment was high and there seemed to be an unlimited supply of beautiful young women who were happy to consider a career in porn.

This was Anton’s annual summer pilgrimage to Moscow. The Russian women had two real attributes for him. Many were exquisitely beautiful and most wanted to escape the poverty and depression of their day by day lives.

Anton was a 20 year veteran of the porn industry. He had studied photography and lucked on a contract with a down-market porn magazine. As a 19 year old he couldn’t believe he could be paid to take close-ups of stunning, naked girls and often have his choice of them afterwards. Three years later he had the contacts, had a reputation as a creative photographer, a creative business mind and he set up on his own.

He started a small magazine and the quality of his photography and the girls and his sexual inventiveness resulted in it soon finding a lucrative niche. He kept up with, and at times, was ahead of the trends. His models were among the first to have Brazilians, where the law permitted he was the first to picture sex acts. He saw the video market coming and the DVD and the internet. He was among the first to feature anal sex and DP.

“Actresses” as Anton always referred to his stars who always liked working with him. He never called them sluts or whores or bitches and indeed he never thought of them like that. “Think of Michael Phelps, the greatest swimmer of all time,” he explained to a new recruit. “Michael has been blessed with the perfect body for swimming and has the mental desire to work hard to excel. And so he rightly makes a fortune from his talents. “You have been blessed with a perfect body for sex and the mental attributes of loving to fuck. It is only right that you also should make a fortune from your talents.”

Olga, Anton’s Moscow lawyer, sat beside him at the table in his luxury hotel suite as they studied the photographs. She was the same age as Anton, a slightly fading beauty whose waist was thickening ever so little. When Anton had embraced her as they met, he knew that she was still the sensual, all feminine woman.

Olga and Anton’s relationship went back 18 years. She was one of the first models in his magazine and had followed him into porn movies and the internet. Porn had been her escape and she had loved the life. She loved sex, she had seen the world and lived a high-life completely outside the dreams of her contemporaries. There had been no ill-will when 10 years before she had told Anton she was retiring and had returned to Moscow to study law and build a new life with all the money she had saved and the retirement fund Anton gave her.

“The same routine as last year and all the years before,” said Olga. “I advertised that you were a famous photographer looking for new modeling talent for intimate shots. But this year I must have received twice as many applicants as before. I interviewed almost 100 and you’ve seen the shots of what I thought was the best 30.”

Anton nodded. All the girls had been stunning. Olga knew his taste for slim girls with smooth complexions and dazzling smiles. Tattoos and implants were no-no’s. He had reduced the 30 to 10 and they looked at each girl in a variety of poses. Many were fully clothed but there were a number of shots of each girl wearing only bikini briefs. Anton spent more time looking at the girls’ faces than their bodies in these shots. He had been looking for the right balance. He didn’t want girls who were flaunting their bodies; that didn’t suit the innocence that his up-market videos required, but he also knew that the girls who had too many inner battles to show themselves like this would have problems further down the track.

“Demure, but confident of their bodies,” was the way he had described it to Olga and all the 10 he had chosen seemed to meet these requirements. Olga had arranged for five interviews on each of two days. They would spend around 90 minutes with each of the girls except when Anton shook his head and Olga would know that he wasn’t interested.

“What time is this girl coming?” he asked, pointing to a tall and willowy blond beauty.

“Ah, that’s Kristina. I thought she would appeal to you. She’s the last today, coming in at 5.”

“How did she react when you asked her to pose topless?”

“She had a battle, I think. She’s quite shy, not a virgin but inexperienced. Like most of them she’s here for the money and the possibility of escape. I’m not sure that she will be prepared to do everything.”

“You’ve explained to all of them the financial kaçak iddaa terms and what’s expected of them?”

“Yes, they’ve all signed agreements and I’ve got proof that they are all 18.”

“And they know that they can leave at any time. There’ll be no pressure.”

“Yes, I explained, but I’m sure that some might not trust us at first.”

“That’s often the way.”

Anton set up his video and still camera and over the next hours he and Olga interviewed and photographed three girls. One had decided not to show, but that didn’t surprise Anton as usually some girl’s nerve failed at the last minute.

“The first and the third won’t make it,” said Anton. “Neither could relax in front of the cameras. They weren’t comfortable showing their pussies.”

“I agree. Number two surprised me. She was up for anything. I had thought she was a quiet girl, but she couldn’t wait to get her clothes off.”

“Yes and she had a great sense of fun and laughed a lot. She might work in the down market product. See if she wants to do a screen test with Boris and Josef.”

“I’m sure she will want to,” smiled Olga as she took notes. Boris and Josef were two of Anton’s well endowed male leads who would soon find out if number two was up to a vigorous DP.

“Kristina has just texted me. She’s waiting in the lobby.”

“Fine. Ask her to come up please.”

Kristina saw Olga’s text and nervously went over to the lift. She had to fight the urge to turn and run away. Olga had explained what would happen in this interview and had gone through the legal agreement with her. Kristina knew she would be able to leave at anytime, but still wasn’t sure. She had looked up Anton’s website, seen his girls and looked at some of the videos.

“What am I doing here?” she asked herself as she pressed the lift button for the penthouse. “This isn’t me.”

But she knew why she was there. She was the youngest of two children, her father had died young from alcohol abuse and her mother had lost her job. Her sister was 10 years older than her and was an example of everything she didn’t want. Her sister was married to a man like so many Russians who drank too much, they lived in a dreary two roomed apartment in a dreary tenement building. Her sister, who used to be so beautiful was now aged far beyond her years, struggling to find every ruble to eke out a miserable existence and somehow feed and clothe her two children.

“Wear what you would wear going to the movies,” Olga had instructed. She wore a dress which came to her knees and and a loose fitting sweater. Her long blond hair was tied in a tight pony tail and apart from lipstick she wore no make-up.

Anton watched as Olga led Kristina into the suite and directed her to sit on the sofa. He noticed her unflattering choice of clothes, her pony tail, the absence of make up and her nervousness.

“Yes, Kristina, you may have some battles to fight,” he thought.

But he also noticed the grace with which she walked, her lovely straight posture and slim figure, the immaculate glowing complexion, the generous red lips and the big blue eyes. “Some Slavic blood,” he thought approvingly as he saw her strong cheek bones.

Kristina sat awkwardly on the sofa. She recognized Anton from his website. About 40, hair thinning a bit, not fat but certainly not slim. It was strange to be in the room with this man who was always surrounded by beautiful women and indeed, who she had seen fucking some of them on the videos. But he had a kindly looking face with a gentle smile and wasn’t leering at her.

She looked around the suite and realized that it would cost more for one night than a Muscovite would earn in a month.

“Hello Kristina. I’m Anton. Do you speak English?”

“Just a little.”

“Good. Olga will translate for you if you don’t understand anything.” Anton looked through her photographs then looked at Olga, frowning as he did so.

“Did Yuri take these shots of Kristina, Olga? He’s slipping. Kristina is far more beautiful than these show.”

Olga managed to smile, but she was used to this joke as Anton cracked it with most of his girls. Kristina smiled nervously for a moment.

Anton asked her about her life and seemed interested in her answers. She was a student at the academy, had a married sister and lived with her mother.

“Did your father leave your mother?”

“No, he’s dead.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. You must miss him.”

“No I don’t. He was an alcoholic and he used to hit my mother and me.”

“He didn’t molest you?”

“No, I was only 8 when he died. But I hate to think what he did to my mother.”

Anton knew enough about Russia to know that this was not an unusual scenario. In one way he sympathized with Kristina, but selfishly he also thought that she would have a good reason for wanting to change things.

He asked more questions about her studies about her hobbies and interest in music and under his gentle questioning she started to relax. He always looked at her face, never her body.

“Thank kaçak bahis you Kristina, you are a very lovely person.”

Her timid smile lasted a little longer.

“I just want to run over the business details. You know what I do?”

“Yes, Olga told me about your website and I’ve seen it.”

“What did you think?”

Kristina screwed up her face as she tried to think of a polite answer. Although Anton’s site was more tasteful than most porn sites she didn’t like the thought that someday she might be featuring on it.

“It’s better than most porn sites.”

Anton laughed.

“Do you look at a lot of porn sites?”

Kristina looked embarrassed. “Not many.”

“Do you look at them with your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend now but I used to with one.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend, a beautiful girl like you.”

“The boys I’m interested in don’t seem to be interested in me.”

“Ah, these Russian men. Sometimes they can be so stupid.”

Kristina laughed for a moment then her nervousness returned.

“Did you and your boyfriend have sex after you looked at porn sites?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Did you like it?”

She nodded, but Anton suspected that it had been less than overwhelming.

“Where did he do it. In your pussy?”

“Do I have to talk about my sex life?”

Anton’s frown was genuine this time. “Kristina. I’m in the sex business. You’re applying for a job as a sex actress. So yes, we are going to talk about your sex life. Did your boyfriend fuck you in your pussy?”

An embarrassed nod.

“In your ass?”

Kristina appeared not to understand so Olga translated and Kristina quickly shook her head, frowning a little.

“In your mouth?”

Kristina nodded her head after Olga translated.

“Did you like that?”

A bored shrug. Anton took that for a “No”.

“And how many boys have you made love to?”

“Only two. And I only did it once with the second because I didn’t enjoy it with him?”

“Why do you want to be a porn star?” Anton knew that the answer wasn’t that Kristina loved sex.

After Olga’s translation Kristina’s face looked blank.

“Perhaps the money?”

This brought a timid nod and smile. Olga frowned inwardly. Girls who didn’t have a keen appetite for sex and were doing it just for the money usually didn’t work out.

“Olga was a porn star. One of the best. I think you quite liked it didn’t you Olga and you sure made a lot of money.”

Olga was quite unashamed of her background despite now being one of Moscow’s more famous lawyers.

“Yes, I loved it. I wouldn’t be where I am now without Anton.” She blew him a kiss. “But, Kristina, if you pass the test, you’ll have to decide whether it’s what you want.”

Anton decided to move things forward and Olga translated for Kristina and showed her clauses in the contract.

“The reason you’ve come today is for nude shots. Now at any time you may leave, the door’s not locked. When we’ve finished, if you want to be paid, you will sign a form saying we can post the shots on our website and in our magazine. If you don’t take the money and don’t sign, we won’t publish.”

Kristina nodded, frowning.

“Afterwards, if Olga and I agree and you agree as well, of course, you can come back another day for a live sex screen test for which you will also be paid.

Kristina nodded.

“Do you have any questions?”

Kristina checked on the money. For the nude shots she would be paid as much as an average Russian would earn in a month. For the screen test, more than three month’s income.

“How do I know that you will pay me?”

Anton frowned for a moment, but knew Russians had good reason to be suspicious.

“Olga paid you promptly didn’t she?”

“Yes and she even gave me a bonus because she said I tried so hard.”

Kristina gave her first dazzling smile as she looked at Olga.

“Do that again, that smile,” said Anton directing his camera.

Kristina couldn’t until Anton said, “OK, scowl at me if you can’t smile.”

This brought another lovely smile.

Room service came up with some tea and the three talked. Kristina asked Olga questions about her life in the porn business and visibly relaxed. Olga truthfully told her that she was as beautiful as any woman she had known in the porn business and Kristina’s smile came more often. She even giggled and once burst out laughing. She felt calmer about what was coming. Both Anton and Olga had been porn stars showing everything. Anton must have seen thousands of girls naked so it really wasn’t such a big deal. And she could decide later if she wanted her shots to go onto the website.

However her confidence evaporated when Anton said, “Now, could you please show me your body.”

This was the moment when she would reveal everything. Olga had shown her photos of the poses which were expected and some were very uninhibited. Anton watched the indecision on her face but smiled gently. illegal bahis Olga was watching Anton. Usually if a girl was hesitant like this it resulted in a shake of his head and the end of the girl’s application.

Anton gave Kristina a quizzical look. “You knew when you came here that you would have to do this. Dealing with beautiful women is my business, I have seen thousands of them naked. I’m sure you will be very beautiful, but don’t be upset if I say that you won’t be showing me anything I haven’t seen many times before.”

It was his glance at his watch which made up Kristina’s mind and she realized she had to do it. When she had come for her first interview she had seen a lot of other girls applying; most were very attractive and Anton had his choice from all of them. She only had the choice of taking off her clothes or leading a life like her sister’s.

Kristina took off her shoes then stood up and removed her sweater. Underneath she only had a small black bra. Looking at the wall over Anton’s head she took off her skirt and folded it neatly.

“Ah yes, you have a beautiful body. Look at those lovely long legs Olga.”

There was more hesitation and Kristina saw Anton and Olga watching her. She moved her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra to show her uplifted pink tipped breasts. Anton’s head nodded approvingly.

The final hurdle. Her black knickers. Again she hesitated.

“You have to do it if you want to go any further,” Olga said gently. She was surprised that Anton was continuing with the interview. She had expected him to dismiss this girl who was so sexually inexperienced and so shy about showing herself. However, he was the boss and Olga had seen his early fascination for Kristina.

Bracing herself Kristina lowered her knickers then placed them tidily on the sofa. She stood rigid with her hands at her side, aware of Anton’s scrutiny as he snapped away with his still camera. He saw her plump and neat pussy lips as she had obeyed Olga’s instruction to trim her pubic hair.

“Excellent, thank you Kristina. Could you untie your hair too please.”

Kristina let her blond locks loose and shook her head so they cascaded to her shoulders.

“Now can we see that lovely smile again.” But Kristina could only manage a brief nervous grin.

“If you can’t smile you can poke your tongue out at me.”

This brought a dazzling smile and Olga could see why Anton was so captivated.

“Now just walk around the room, turning yourself around. Ah, yes you have a beautiful firm bottom to match your pussy.”

“And come closer to me.” Kristina was aware that his camera lens was pointing straight at her pussy, but her mind was on auto-pilot as she obeyed the instructions. It was an unreal situation, Olga and Anton continued their conversation as she paraded herself, often giving her compliments.

“And part your legs more.” She was only a meter in front and the camera was still pointing at her vulva.

“And push your lovely pussy to the camera.”

He looked her in the eye. “Do you like your body?”

She grinned and nodded.

“Good, you should be proud. You are very lovely.”

Olga sighed to herself. “Oh no, he’s fallen for another one. Ah well Anton, it’s your money.”

“Now the doggy position on the sofa please Kristina.”

She had been dreading this moment as Olga had shown her photos of the position. She hesitated and looked at Anton but he and Olga were having a discussion as they looked at the screen on his camera and reviewed his shots.

Kristina knelt on the sofa, facing the back, her shoulders on the top of the backrest and her pussy and backside pointing at the camera. She looked at the camera over her shoulder.

Olga and Anton finished their chat. “That’s good. Now push your tummy down and your backside up. Good. Now spread your legs please. Bum pointing almost at the ceiling. Legs even wider still.”

Kristina was acutely aware that all her private parts were openly displayed. Her pussy was open and pushing back towards the camera and she knew that her puckered anus was fully exposed. She looked back over her shoulder waiting for Anton’s instructions.

“Very good Kristina. I think you have been practicing. How about that for a wonderful pussy Olga?’

“I thought she would be perfect,” Olga sounded proud.

Anton’s mobile phone rang and he answered it brusquely. He then had an angry and extended conversation and Kristina thought she might move from her revealing position while he was talking.

Anton put his hand over his phone. “No Kristina, we are not finished yet.”

The conversation continued for a few minutes and Kristina forgot her all showing position and waited patiently. While a final foreign expletive Anton switched off his phone. He had deliberately prolonged the conversation so that he could see how Kristina reacted in this vulnerable position. He was glad to see she was more relaxed.

Anton took a lot of shots with his still camera. Sometimes he spoke encouragingly and complimented Kristina, sometimes he seemed engrossed in his work. Once he put his hand on the inside of her thighs to spread them and once he pushed gently on her back to expose her pussy even more.

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“Well, that was a fun evening!” you say, walking down the suburban sidewalk. “It’s great that a cool underground club opened up so close to my place. I can walk there whenever I like.”

“It was a nice club,” I answer. “But having mandatory costume theme nights is a little over the top, dontcha think?” To emphasize my point, I gesture at my outfit: a gen-u-ine 1970s vintage white polyester leisure suit, complete with white patent leather shoes and belt, paisley faux-silk shirt unbuttoned to my navel and Zodiac medallion nestled in the hair of my chest. “I spent the entire evening fighting the urge to say that I was “a wiiiild and craaazy guy!”

You turn to face me, hands on your hips. “So you don’t like MY outfit?” you accuse. My eyes caress you up and down; your svelte frame is wrapped tightly in a one-piece velour pantsuit, complete with halter top and swishing bell bottoms. The velour material molds to your body, insinuating itself between your ass cheeks and your pussy lips; it’s QUITE obvious you chose to forego underwear tonight. You balance on four inch platform boots, bringing your gaze almost eye-to-eye with mine. Topping off the transformation, your hair is teased into an afro, framed by two giant gold hoop earrings, with two smaller afro-puffs sitting on top.

I put my arms around your waist and pull you to me. “Any outfit that basically allows you to parade around naked in public is OK by me,” I say, leering. “How’d you get your hair to do that, though?”

“I have a friend that does hair at one of the big studios in town; she’s great. She could put hair on a bowling ball and make it look good.” You giggle, “but if this shit doesn’t wash out like she said it would, I’m gonna kill her. Let’s get back to my place.”

As we continue to walk down the street, a car slows down, pacing us as we walk. The driver’s side window rolls down and the driver hangs partially out the window. “Hey man,” he calls, “How much for HER?”

We stop and I look at you—despite my penchant for watching you flirt with random guys, you know I don’t react well to men who are disrespectful. You place your hand on my arm.

“C’mon, you’re her ‘manager’, right? I was headed to Tremont street, but she’s better looking than any of the skanks there…..fifteen minutes? How much?”

You feel the muscles in my arm tighten as I remove your hand and walk out to the car. You fumble in your clutch for your cell phone, hoping that I don’t drag the guy through the car window. I lean down to the window and you can hear me talking to the guy, but can’t quite make out the conversation. You feel relief when I turn away from the car—until you notice the wad of bills in my hand. I put the bills in my pocket.

“Get bahis siteleri in the car.” Your face flushes red as you process what I just said.

“W-What?” you stammer, disbelieving.

I snatch the small purse from your hands and grab you by your arm. “I said get in the car, bitch!” I drag you around the back of the car and open the passenger door, pushing you inside. You turn to say something, but I ignore you and talk to the guy over you. “Go up to the park on the corner. Fifteen minutes, no more. I’ll keep an eye on you.” I slam the door, and he drives away, up the block.

In the car with this stranger, you look at him. He’s a decent looking guy, probably thirtyish, wedding ring. Why would he be doing this? For that matter you wonder, why would I?

At the small neighborhood park, he turns his car up the jogging path and parks behind the sandbox area. Fortunately, at this time of night, the park is deserted. As he puts his car into Park, you hear a faint whirring and realize that the top is sliding open into the trunk—a hardtop convertible. He kills the engine and unlocks the steering wheel, lifting it high, out of his lap. He looks at you with a puzzled look.

“WELL?!” he demands, “I’ve only got fifteen minutes. Let’s go. Let’s start by showing me them titties.”

It finally sinks in that this is real, but at the same time you can’t deny a small amount of excitement at the prospect of an encounter with a stranger in this public place. You reach up carefully and untie your halter, allowing it to fall free, exposing your breasts to the cool night air. Your nipples harden slightly as a slight breeze blows across them. He reaches over, rubbing one, then the other, with his rough hands.

“Yeah! Now that’s what I’m talkin about!” He reaches into his lap with the other hand and unbuckles his belt, opening his pants and pulling out his cock. You look down at his semi-erect member and take it carefully into your hand. You rub the shaft slowly, using the precum leaking from the tip to lubricate your efforts. You increase the speed of your motions, thinking that maybe causing a quick release would end the encounter sooner.

“Hell girl,” he sighs, “you’re damn good at that, but I didn’t pay all that money for you ta jack me off.” He reaches over and grabs the back of your neck and pulls your head towards him. The motion is so sudden, that with little effort, he has your face inches from his growing cock before you can react. Holding your head in place, he lifts his hips up slightly and the tip of his penis rubs across your lips. Instinctively you lick the liquid from your lips, the salty taste filling your mouth as his musky scent fills your nostrils.

“Shit,” you think. canlı bahis siteleri “He’s not the worst guy I’ve blown.” You part your lips and drop your mouth down onto his growing erection. You feel his grip on your head relax as he sits back in the car seat. A low groan escapes from him as you begin to work the cock in and out of your mouth, running your tongue around the head at the top of every stroke. His organ grows within your mouth and his hand guides your head down harder with each thrust—you feel the tip of the shaft bumping the back of your throat, but continue sucking harder. With his balls cupped in your hand, you begin to feel the stirrings of his climax. Pumping faster, sucking harder, you assault his member until it finally explodes in your mouth. Clamping your lips on the head of his cock, you try to catch the gush of jism that pours out, allowing only a small trickle to escape down your chin.

“Ooooooooh, damn girl!” he moans. “That was fantastic!” You sit back in your seat and wipe his seed from your face. You begin to tie your halter back in place….

“Hey, where’re you going?” he demands. “I’ve still got time left. We ain’t done yet.”

“But,” you start, “I thought…..”

“I didn’t pay for your brains, honey. Now that we got the easy one outta the way, I want a piece of that ass.”

You start to protest, but realize that this encounter has left you rather horny yourself. You feel the soft velour sticking to your wet pussy as you bend over to undo your boots.

“Shit! I didn’t pay for a striptease—leave the fucking boots! Turn around!” You turn in the seat, facing the car door and a firm hand bends you over the door at your waist. With the other hand, he grasps the top of your pantsuit and, in one motion, pulls the garment down to your knees. Goosebumps run across the naked skin of your firm round ass, exposed to the night air. Your legs still partially trapped, you can only open them a couple of inches as he slides his hand up your inner thigh. You shudder as he slips a finger into your flowing snatch, rubbing the roof of your pussy firmly with the tip of his digit.

He continues for some time adding another finger and then another; you can feel the juices of your pussy starting to run down your leg. You reach back with one hand and find his swinging cock, now erect again, and pull it towards your hungry slit.

“Hang on,” he says, pulling his fingers out. “You’ve sure got a nice cunt, but I can get THAT at home…..” His voice trails off as his fingers begin to smear your love juices around your anus. Your eyes open in surprise, but before you can protest, you notice me sitting on a park bench across from the car. Our eyes meet and I smile slightly.

He canlı bahis finishes lubing your ass and presses the tip of his cock firmly to your bud. Your eyes never break from mine as he bears down and drives his dick halfway into your ass. A loud, low moan escapes your lips and you relax your sphincter, allowing him to drive balls deep into you. He begins to piston his shaft into your bum, balls slapping your swollen pussy lips with each thrust. You close your eyes, breaking contact with me, allowing the friction of his cock and the sensation of your breasts bouncing off the car door to carry you away.

He shifts, raising up on one knee, changing the angle of his assault. The tip of his cock rubs the sensitive membrane between your ass and pussy with every thrust, sending electric shocks down your wobbly legs. You begin to grind your hips back in time with his movements, and you feel him increase the tempo. Your hand slides between the lips of your pussy, flicking your clit, driving yourself close to the brink of orgasm. Thrusting even faster, you feel his organ begin to throb and pump into your belly. With a warm sensation spreading inside, you rub harder and harder on your bean, finally cumming with a silent, breathless groan.

You feel him slide his flaccid member out of your ass, tracing spunk down your cheek. He drops back into his seat, fastening up his pants. “Damn, baby! You’re one HOT piece……Alright, out now,” he says, reaching past your naked body and pulling the door handle. “I’ve gotta get back before my wife misses me.”

You step out of the car, clothing bunched around your ankles, your fluids oozing from your cunt, his from your ass. As he turns back onto the street and disappears, you reach down and pull up your jumpsuit. Walking over to me, you extend one hand and snap your fingers sharply: “Money!”

I stand, reaching into my pocket and hand you the bankroll. You thumb through the bills, roll them up and tuck them between your breasts.

You finally speak: “I know that I’m the one who put the Hooker fantasy into our ‘play jar’, but a little warning would have been nice.”

I reach over and trace the swollen lips of your pussy through the velour fabric, feeling the moisture seeping through. I look at you, mischievously, “Would it have been near as fun, if I had?”

You take a second, thinking, “Probably not,” you grin slyly.

We turn to walk back to your apartment.

“So? I’m assuming that I didn’t just fuck some Bible salesman from Pacoima. Who was he?”

“Back at the party? He was one of the guys dressed as Starsky and Hutch—name’s Patrick; I know him from work. He’s a great guy; you know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

We continue to walk along—eventually I break the silence. “You know that bankroll is mine, right? He didn’t REALLY pay for that.”

“It’s mine now,” you grin. “Maybe we can think of a way for you to earn it back.”

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When I got home the first thing I smelled was his soap-a rosemary chemical tang that hung in the damp air and collapsed over me as I stepped through the door. I breathed in as the door closed behind me, letting the smell ghost over my tongue and fill my mouth the way it filled the room.

Jared’s smells had settled into the air of my condo almost as soon as he’d moved in. His old sneakers greeted me at the door. His shower gel dominated the bathroom. The stale smell of dirty laundry rolled into the kitchen every time he left his bedroom door open. After a few weeks, the traces he left in the air began to tell me more about him, about his habits, his pleasures, his laziness, than any of our brief conversations.

As I filled my lungs again I wondered why he was in the shower. Was he on his way out, or had he just gotten in? I scanned the darkened living room for clues, but I found nothing. Everything remained as I had left it that morning.

I wondered how he’d spent his day. Working? Drinking? Sleeping? Absently, I pulled again at the soapy smell and my mind conjured one possible explanation: Jared on the soccer field, his tight waist hugged by a sweat darkened jersey, nylon shorts revealing the dark hair of his thighs.

I hung my computer bag in the closet and tried to remember whether it had been a work day for him. On an off day he might have spent the day playing pick up games, but after a day of road work, of gathering brown smudges on his jeans, his arms, his face, sweat and the rich smell under his arms would have driven him into the shower as soon as he got home. But I didn’t see his boots by the door, slumped where I had always kept my black leather shoes. Had he stomped with them down to his room again? Maybe. Probably. A small miracle I couldn’t smell them from the door.

On my way down the hall I glanced into the open door of the bathroom, drawn by the light and the sound of running water. If I hadn’t been preoccupied by the likelihood of a trail of mud in the hallway, I might have wondered what he was doing in there while the water ran and the door stood open. Clipping his nails or brushing his teeth, maybe, or shaving before a night out. But I didn’t wonder. My mind was already filled with images of him, of the disarray that followed in his wake, and I was completely unprepared for what I saw.

The glass door was mostly clear, too much steam having escaped the room to settle and turn it opaque. Jared stood behind it, facing me, his legs planted wide apart. His hips were thrust forward slightly, his shoulders hunched. The water that had rinsed the lower half of him clean cascaded down his stomach to glide in sheets over his legs. The rest of him was slicked over with foam. It clung to him in mounds and streaks, the skin of his arms visible, the hair on his chest obscured, and I could see where his hands had passed through the suds, leaving valleys the size of fingers.

But it wasn’t his chest that commanded my attention. It was the hand that gripped his shaft while the other cupped his balls. His knuckles glistened in the fluorescent light, shifting, tightening, rising. When they slid back down they revealed his dick-long and hard, rising out of a thick mat of dark hair.

That glimpse could have been the end of it. If he hadn’t seen me I could have walked away with an illicit peek to savor during quiet moments alone. But I was too slow, or he was too fast, and just before I passed by and that thrilling moment became a secret snapshot, mine and mine alone, he looked up.

The expression on his face was calm, unconcerned. It told me he was in no hurry-not to close the door, not to cover himself, not to finish-and the frisson of that moment, of seeing while being seen, etched every detail of the scene into my mind. Above the mirror I saw the dark bulb he said he would replace. I saw his brown towel hanging on the radiator. I saw his clothes heaped next to his boots, the whole pile soaking sludge into the green bathmat. I saw the hair slicked down on his chest and the haphazard curls suspended in white foam on his head. I saw the way the fluorescent lights gilded his muscles with silver. I saw the stubble along his jaw. I saw his open mouth. And then, in the fraction of a moment before my momentum carried me past the door, I saw him look up, and his eyes, unblinking, caught mine.

When I reached my room I closed the door firmly behind me and stood in the dark, filled with the terror of discovery. Jared and I were cordial roommates, but we didn’t share much of ourselves. He paid his rent on time and I used the money to chip away at the mortgage and my student loans. We didn’t mix socially. We didn’t drink together in the living room and share our worldly ambitions or our sexual conquests. If there was any intimacy between us it was one-sided, built on my appreciation of the way Jared’s body filled the air we shared, the way I breathed it in and savored it. It was an offering he didn’t know he made and one I accepted as my due, an appropriate ultrabet yeni giriş entre into his person that mirrored his intrusion into my home.

But this was different.

I hid in my room, standing in the dark amid the private smell of dirty clothes and my unmade bed, nervous energy hovering in my chest. I shifted from one foot to the other, my mind a welter of images, my dick throbbing, until I heard the pipes in the wall shudder and stop. Moments later, the sound of heels on hardwood approached from down the hall. I waited for a knock on my door, an angry voice, accusations, but they didn’t come. Finally, after the silence in my ears had become a roar, the door across from mine opened and closed.

I sagged in on myself. The thrill in my chest devolved into relief, then soured into anger. I wondered what he might have said to me if I’d been there in the hallway. Would he have been embarrassed? Angry? He didn’t have the right. He’d been the reckless one, the one too thoughtless to close the door.

But I wondered. I remembered his unconcerned gaze, the way he hadn’t seemed surprised to find my eyes on him.

I shoved angrily at the steel hard erection straining against the front of my pants. The idea that he’d intended to be discovered excited me and stoked my anger all at once. All my recollections of him, his smells, his appearance, burned with a new intensity. How many times had he passed me a rent check with a hand that had just been hard at work? How many times had he finished just before I got home? How many times had he slipped into his room for a quick release while I stood in the kitchen?

These thoughts thrilled me, made my dick jump, but the anger remained. With this brazen act, his invasion of my home seemed more complete. How long until I existed only on the edges of our shared space, embarrassed for both of us while he stripped at the door after a game or lounged naked in the living room after work?

But no. It wasn’t possible. He’d lost track of time. He thought I’d be working late, like I sometimes did, and he thought he could jump in and out of the shower before I got home.

Stupid, then, to stop and jerk off.

Finally less angry than aroused, still wondering how often he’d stroked off in the open bathroom while I was out, I considered what to do about my hard on. I couldn’t leave my room as I was, but neither could I take care of it in the obvious way, as much as I wanted to. If he hadn’t seen me watching him I could have pushed my pants down past my ass and stroked to a toe curling finish there in the safety of my room. But he’d looked up, he’d seen me, and as I gripped the mound between my legs I couldn’t separate the sight of him from the anxiety of being seen. Each time I thought of his dick I felt his eyes on me, watching, and I felt exposed.

So I changed out of my suit and lay on my bed. I read the news. I answered emails. Only when I finally felt sure my anatomy wouldn’t betray me did I go out into the kitchen to make dinner.

Jared’s door opened as I filled a pot with water. He wore cargo shorts that hung low on his hips and a threadbare t-shirt that clung to his stomach.

“You were home early today,” he said.

Behind me he opened a cabinet. The small city kitchen kept us close and if I extended my arm I could have stroked a finger down his spine.

“No,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I lowered my pot of water onto the stove. “That was the normal time.”

He made a noise, a distracted grunt, and pulled a jar of peanut butter from the cabinet.

I waited for him to apologize, to make a joke, to accuse me of spying on him, but he didn’t say anything. He just opened the fridge, closed it again, then slid a jar of raspberry jelly across the counter to collide gently with the peanut butter.

“How was your day?” he asked.

I watched him pull bread from above of the microwave, sure that if I waited he would say what needed to be said. Instead he stabbed a knife into the peanut butter, scooped a glob of it into his mouth, then put the knife back into the jar. He stirred it around a few times before turning the jar on its side and pouring a wide, hesitant flow out onto a slice of white bread.

“Work was work,” I said, turning back to the stove. The hiss of the gas flame filled the kitchen while his knife clattered around inside the jelly jar. “Yours?”

“Miserable,” he said.

I turned in time to see him flip the sandwich closed and raise it to his mouth.

“Hit ninety today,” he said.

His lips closed over a wide corner of the sandwich and I gritted my teeth as I listened to him chew. When he swallowed I could almost feel the lump in my throat.

“Sounds awful,” I said.

“New guy on the crew,” he said. “Idiot. High school kid. Almost passed out from the heat.” He paused to cram another wad of sandwich into his mouth. “Didn’t drink enough.”

I listened as he catalogued the new kid’s failings, talking and ultrabet giriş eating until he had one last lump of peanut butter mounded in his left cheek.

I opened a box of pasta. Maybe it was better this way, I thought. Maybe if we didn’t talk about it we could pretend it never happened.

But as he moved on to the other members of the crew and their most recent fuck ups, my mind drifted. I wondered if he’d gotten off after I’d seen him. Had he been close when I walked by? Did he finish? What had it looked like?

Maybe he was a shooter like me and he had finished all over his own chest. Or maybe it bubbled up out of him in a thick flow and then slid down his knuckles to drip, drip, drip down with the water to circle the drain. Or maybe he hadn’t finished. Maybe his shorts didn’t hide a member nestled sedately between his legs, soft and spent, but curled half-hard against his briefs. Maybe my gaze had frustrated him, had gone through him and stuck in his mind’s eye the way his had burrowed into me.

I snuck an appraising look at the front of his shorts as he made another sandwich. I couldn’t see a mound between his legs, but as I turned to him, intending only a glance, he reached up to a high shelf for a plate. The hem of his shirt lifted as he stretched and his shorts slipped down to reveal the top of a mound of coarse hair. My heart thudded. My dick hardened. I imagined going to my knees before him, bringing my face close to the heat between his legs and inhaling, filling my nose with the scent of his shower gel, his clean skin, his damp hair.

When Jared’s shirt slipped back down over that crescent of skin I returned to myself. His plate hit the counter and I looked up. Our eyes met. As he watched me, unmoving, I realized that my mouth was open. I’d let my lips part unconsciously as I anticipated the taste of him, of his scent filling my nose and rolling over my tongue.

Neither of us said anything. I turned back to the stove and Jared passed behind me, another sandwich on his plate, to sit at the kitchen table. He ate in silence while I stood at the stove stirring my pasta. I could feel his eyes on me, like a physical presence against my back. The longer he sat, the heavier it grew, slowly boring through me to stare down into my pants where my dick throbbed. He knew. He had to.

When Jared finally stood and went to drop his plate in the sink, I felt light headed. I jumped when he spoke.

“So,” he said.

My heart hammered.

“You gonna watch tv?”

“No,” I said. I wondered if he could see my shoulders wilt in relief. “All yours.”

Without another word he passed behind me, close enough to touch. I waited for the sound of the tv in the living room before I stepped away from the stove and adjusted myself with a quick tug. With my erection now pointing more discretely up toward my left hip, I moved quickly across the kitchen to pour out the pasta I’d stirred into mush. Setting a new pot of water on the stove, I prayed I could boil pasta and retreat to my room before Jared came back for another sandwich.

It wasn’t until late, as I hovered at the edge of sleep, after project planning and work emails had given me distance from the excitement of the afternoon, that I let myself return to the scene in the bathroom.

I gripped myself beneath my sheets and began to stroke. I traced the drifting mounds of the soap that clung to his chest and imagined digging my fingers into his hair, the foam gliding beneath my hand while he worked both his fists between his legs. As I imagined him standing there pumping his dick, I could feel the tension of a climax tightening inside me. In my mind’s eye I stepped back, wanting to see all of him, both his total nakedness and the thrill of his long dick, as I finished.

It was a mistake. When I stepped back to take him all in, I felt his eyes bore into me. Something lurched in my chest. Fighting the desire to retreat, trying to recapture the moment, I tried a closer view and focused on his narrow hips, his hairy stomach, the round head of his dick. It didn’t work. He’d seen me again and his phantom moved into my room, exposing me.

I stopped, then I pushed him away. Too close to finishing to roll over and sleep, too sleepily aroused to fall into anger, I reached for something different. I had plenty of other faces, plenty of other bodies to call on when I needed release, so I reached for an old favorite.

But as I pulled it forward, first one, then many, I found that Jared’s self-possession had infected all of my familiar play things. In their faces I saw his eyes and each of them knew that I used them.

The man with the chiseled face who waited at my bus stop every morning knew that I wondered what it would be like to reach into his jacket and open his starched shirt. He knew that, if it were possible to strike the other passengers blind, I would get on my knees there in the aisle of the bus and take him into my throat.

At the office, the VP of sales knew ultrabet güvenilirmi that sometimes I followed him to the cafeteria just so I could watch the way his body moved beneath the thin fabric of his suits. He knew that I wanted to take him into a bathroom to explore the hard body beneath those designer fabrics, to feel the heat of his muscles soaking into my hands through the cloth.

My boss knew that I imagined what it would be like to hide under his desk during meetings, to feel the heat of his crotch on my face, to take him into my mouth while his deep voice filled the room. He knew that I wanted to feel him explode against the back of my throat while everyone in the room watched him, listening, wondering why his voice deepened, inexplicably, just for a moment.

These secret fantasy men turned on me, saw me watching, and their gazes paralyzed me. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to posses their bodies when they knew that I wanted them, so I pushed them all into the back of my mind where Jared lurked, his naked body covered in soap and dark hair.

As I lay in bed with my hand between my legs, still lingering in the ruins of my office fantasies, I drifted in a new direction. Hiding from the imaginary, accusatory stares of my boss, I ducked into a copy room. There I found a young man, entry level, maybe an intern, standing in front of the door with his pants around his ankles.

I didn’t bother to fine tune the image. I let the door close behind me and I put the intern on his knees. Using both hands, I pulled his head forward and let my pants slip down over my thighs. I pushed myself into his mouth, over his tongue. I watched as his lips slid all the way down to the base of my dick. I tangled both fists in his hair and began thrusting. I fucked his mouth, my balls slapping against his face until his chin grew slick. He made little choked sounds of lust and abandon and clung to my hips with both hands to steady himself. As my climax neared, he shot without touching himself, jetting white lines of heat against my legs. I imagined the wet warmth gluing my pants to my shins as I dragged his mouth up and down the length of my dick.

And then my climax wiped the scene away. I threw back the covers with my free arm and my dick started pulsing. After my pleasure had peaked, I lay naked in my bed with warm lines stretching from my stomach to my chin. My mind pleasantly blank, I fell asleep just as warm beads began to roll from my chest down my sides to the bed.

Work and Jared’s social schedule kept us from meeting in the apartment for the next two days. During that time I imagined what I would say if he happened to mention our encounter. I decided that if he brought it into casual conversation I would strike a balance between casual indifference and gentle reproof. I was no prude, I’d make that clear, but we were adults and we ought to respect each other’s privacy.

But it never came up. On the third day after our encounter, a Friday, we both spent the night at home. He watched TV and I read in my room. He moved through the apartment the way he always had, casually possessing everything he touched, every space he occupied. When I hovered for a few minutes in the doorway to the living room to see what he was watching, I saw that he had removed his socks and left them under the coffee table. Later, when I went for a glass of water, I looked down the hall to see that he was bare chested, his shirt crumpled on the back of the couch. As I drank my water in the dark kitchen I wondered if he still had his shorts on. Was he in his underwear, or were those gone too? What intoxicating smells were his wide flung arms leaving on the couch?

I went back to my room and turned out the light. I slipped out of my clothes and conjured an image of my eager intern. I imagined a company shower room at the office and I took him there. While I pressed his face against the shower wall and pushed my way into him from behind, I lectured him about his indecent exposures around the office. Members of upper management had caught him in lewd and compromising situations, I told him. He’d become a distraction and it was my job to help him control his impulses before he threw away a promising career. No more jerking off in the copy room, I told him. No more stripping down in the elevator at the end of the day to walk naked through the parking garage. No more following the VP of sales to the gym across the street to undress in front of him in the locker room. If you ever feel yourself losing control, I told him, you come find me. I’ll help you work through your urges. You can perform for me here. Or we can book a conference room. You can undress in front of the windows. No one will look up from the street while I fuck you until you come against the glass. No one will know if you sit naked under the table and swallow me once, twice, while I take a conference call.

And so it went, my intern gratefully accepting my attention, until I came with a shudder that threatened to double me over.

The next day was hot, windless, and filled with an urban humidity that made going outside a special kind of ordeal. I pulled on a t shirt and a pair of old shorts and settled in the living room to enjoy a day of reading in front of a fan.

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Anjali and Vaishali Ch. 03

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Anjali and Vaishali – 3

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Vaishali cheating her husband and enjoying with Anjali’s husband.

“Hello Vaishali, how are you?” listening this Vaishali raised her head to find Naresh looking at her standing with a smiling face. She is just alighting from the auto at a theatre. It is around 11 in the morning.

“Oh! Naresh ji… aap..” she said in surprise. She didn’t expect him there in the theatre.”

“How are you..? How is it that you are here at this time?” he asked looking at her charming face. She wore a multi color saree tightly wrapped around her shapely hips, short sleeved matching blouse with a wide back and deep ‘V’ neck. She is his friend Govind’s wife. She had a nice figure with 34C-30-36. Naresh had already enjoyed her, at Vizag. Three months have passed after that, but they could not get an opportunity to screw each other. She calls him Bhayya whenever or Naresh’s wife Anjali or her husband Govind is around. Otherwise she calls him as Naresh ji.

“I am fine Nareshji, aap idhar kaise…?” she asked smiling at him.

“Getting bore at home Vaishu, thought of seeing a movie to pass time…” he eyeing her from top to bottom said and asked “Where is Govind..?”

“Govind is invited by his friends to a picnic, at Nagarjun Sagar Dam, will be back tomorrow only. I too was getting bored tried for Anjaali she is not receiving phone, so thought why not any movie and here, by the way where is Anjali you are alone…?” she asked.

Vaishali recollected what had happened between two of them at Vizag when she went there to attend her cousin’s marriage. (See A Journey with a Beautiful lady 3 part series). Her cheeks turned red with blush.

Vaishali too looked at Naresh from head to toe. He is in casuals, a striped T shirt and green jeans. He is around 5′ 10″ in height with well built body. She notices his strong muscled arms and thinks “What a manly figure he is..’ She developed a liking for him.

“She has gone to her uncle’s house, it is a rural area.. mobile signals might have not catching…”

“Come let us move..” he said and moved inside the theatre. Naresh bought tickets and entered into the lounge of the hall. Main hall entry doors are not opened yet.

When they are entering Vaishali found that many eyes were staring at them. May be thinking ‘what a fine couple they are’. As she is thinking like this; Naresh held her hand led her to a corner of the lounge. He wrapped his hand around her shoulder pulling nearer to him. He is taking initiation Vaishali thought. They stood there till main doors of the hall are opened.

While they are waiting for the doors to open Vaishali said “Nareshji you are very naughty…” and smiled at him.

“Naughty… me… what did I do…?” he expressed his shock.

“Not now, around two months back when we went for a dinner in a hotel”. She said.

Naresh recollected that day. That evening he and his wife Anjali, Govind and his wife Vaishali have gone to dinner in a hotel; he smiled himself… but said.. “What did I do there? Vaishoo you are blaming me…”

She liked him calling her Vishoo…. First time he called her by this at Vizag.

“Don’t you remember what you have done? Remember what you were scribbling on the table with your forefinger…”

“What did I scribble…” he asked still acting innocent.

“Nice, very good acting.. let me remind what you scribbled, you scribbled.. URVSEXY is it not…?”

“URVSEXY… what is this…?”

She is feeling funny to talk like this… “Ok I’ll tell you what you scribbled she pronounced every word YOU ARE V means VERY SEXY..didn’t so?”

‘Oh thaaat… Vaishali.. to be frank ‘you are very sexy’ and it is a fact. I couldn’t control myself that’s why…” he said and looked at her deeply in her eyes. Vaishali’s cheeks turned pinkish with his words and she lowered her head. Yet she muttered “thanks”.

“Vaishali you were also not quiet… remember what did you do…?”

“What did I do…?” Vaishali asked innocently.

“For my secret scribbling you have shown your headlights…” Naresh said referring to her high bosom.

“Oh Narsh ji aap bahut gande hai…aise bhi koi poochte hai kya…?

She remembered how it happened. On the same day after his URVSEXY again he scribbles SHOUROOs first she could not understood but quickly her mind understood what he is asking.. ‘he is asking show (sho) your (ur) boobs (oos)’ boobs he had referred with two capital Os.

Vaishali acting as if it is very sultry, she fanned herself with her saree pullow allowing Naresh to feast his eyes with her tits.

“Naresh, see how these people are staring at us…” Vaishali said with annoyance.

“Not at us” he said “At you.. you are so gorgeous in this saree, naturally peoples’ looks are on you…” adoring her way of dressing, he said.

“Oooh.. ab bas bhi karo; Chalo, doors are opened” she said avoiding his looks and moved towards doors.

They entered into the hall located their seats which were in the upper row corner. They took their seats and found very few isveçbahis yeni giriş people sitting scattered here and there. No one was in that row. Vaishali noticed that, even in the hall a few pairs of eyes were on them. She sat silently and thinking about the people who were staring..

“What are you thinking Vaishali?” Naresh asked again putting his hand around her shoulder.

“Yeah, about people looking at us” she said and smiled.

“That’s because you are looking so beautiful and young”

“Nareshji, you are also looking handsome and I see most of the ladies ogling at you”.

“Oh! Really..thanks dear.. for your complement,” he squeezed her shoulder. He used the word dear.

Vaishali liked his calling her ‘dear’ and gave an enchanting smile and put her palm over his on her shoulder.

Lights went off and the movie started. The movie is a love story. She is thinking —

‘if Naresh really wished and if he is ready than they can enjoy the time. But she is scared as well as she had no idea what he is thinking about her. ‘Whenever I look at Naresh, I am getting such lewd thoughts about him, her husband’s best friend’ she thought.

“You are thinking something again dear..” Naresh whispered again in her ears. The warmth of his breath thrills her.

She moved closer to him and said “nothing…”

“Do you like the movie or are you feeling bored…?”

“It is ok with me hope you are not bored…”

“No. I am enjoying your company’ he looked at Vaishali, his eyes were gleaming.

Naresh came closer to her and placed his hand on the hand rest. Vaishali noticed his other hand between his thighs. She stared there for few seconds and wondering what to do. She moved still closer to him and kept her hand on the hand rest and touched his hand. He didn’t remove his hand.

In a few minutes she felt his shoulder touched her shoulder. She smiled herself because they are acting like new lovers. But Vaishali felt happy that he is also thinking in the same line. She leaned even more close to him, allowing him to touch her shoulders. Naresh then kept his other hand on her back feeling the satin smoothness of her naked portion of her back. She felt really happy and there formed goose bumps on her body.

Happily she applied more pressure on his hand. Naresh understood her; turned his hand and held her hand cross fingered and started massaging it slowly. There were current waves in Vaishali’s body. Taking this opportunity she put her head on his shoulder and her elbow touching his tummy.

With this Vaishali gave him the green signal. He understood this; took his hand backside of the seat and held her other shoulder; his fingers pressing there. Vaishali leaned half of her body on his chest.

“Is it OK with you Nareshji… or are you feeling any uncomfortable…?”

“It is ok Vaishali dear… feel free to rest yourself, be comfortable…ok,” and he touched her cheek lightly.

She feeling shy brushed her head over his chest giving him the signal to explore more. He now squeezed her shoulders and giving a massage. She was feeling very horny and held is hand and tried to indicate him to move his hand a little lower.

He moved his hand lower and was messaging her smooth arm. His touch is creating ripples in Vaishali. His touch is so nice and she is feeling really great. Internally Vaishali wished that Naresh to hold her ample boobs under his palm.

She allowed her body to fall on him and adjusted herself in such a way that he could feel easy to roam his hand all over her. His palm slowly reached the swell of her boobs and feeling her cleavage.. she felt his fingers triggering her tits.

She put her hand on his thigh and soothing there. Naresh adjusted his legs nearer to her, so that she could move her hands in his inner thighs. Vaishali felt his hand now directly rested on her boob. Slowly he grabbed it under his palm; started squeezing them one after the other.

Vaishali’s joy knew no bounds; she lifted her face up, looked into his eyes and kissed his cheek. “Thanks…” Naresh mumbled. She pushed her hand under his shirt and ran her palm over his hairy chest over the vest.

He inserted his palm under her saree and held her boobs over her blouse. Vaishali with excitement opened her blouse hooks and raised her bra up. It is uncontrollable for Naresh, now he held her naked breast and pinched the taut nipple a bit hard causing electric waves in her.

“Oh Naresh…mmmm.. you are killing dear…?” She whispered in his ear.

Then he increased his pinches and tweaking them. Her hand reached under side of his thigh, she could see the swell of his enraged manhood, a few inches away from her hand. She want to touch it.. yet she is feeling shy to hold it in the public.

Naresh, understood her situation and took her hand and kept it over his bulge. She pressed her hand there. ‘Oh my god how bulgy it is.. good heavens..’ she thought. She tried to hold it but could not as his pants were very tight.

He is squeezing her boobs nicely and her nipples became isveçbahis giriş hard, “ahhh ohhhh slow Naresh…aaahh…” Vaishali moaned.

“Naresh did you plan this?” she pressing his bulge asked.

“How can I…? Only after seeing you getting down the auto. Then I remembered the Vizag incident and then hotel incident. I really I wished to enjoy you again. You are looking so hot and gorgeous. You looked so beautiful and sexy that I started thinking how to shove my throbbing stiletto in your sheath. What about you?”

To be frank, I too after I saw you smiling at me when I get down the auto.. After that it is in my mind till we entered in to the cinema hall.

“Naresh this is a blessing in disguise that Anjali had gone to her uncle’s house. We both getting bored at home and both coming to the same theatre is a coincidence.

“Yeah.. that is true… I am really happy that you are with me now. You are very, very sexy and look so young.

“… and you are very handsome and charming” saying this Vaishali pressed his cock. They both giggled.

“Vaishali…”

“Voon..”

“You have such a lovely boobs…” Naresh pressed her tits a bit hard.

“Thanks.. I know you like my tits and my seat…” she pressing his hands on her tits asked.

“Not seat dear… your ass… tumhara gaand…”

“Chi Naresh tum kitne gande ho…” she said and pressed his length.

“Very nice firm and soft boobs you have. I love to play with your mumme… dear, in fact I want to suck your boobs.. By the way did you like my cock.. is it like your husband’s?”

“I already told you Naresh at Vizag, that Govind’s is bigger than yours which I can’t accommodate.. your’s is a perfect fit for my choot.

“It is much better than his Naresh.. really you have a very nice cock, stiff and long, I am eager…” she gave a hard squeeze to Naresh’s dick. “….and my boobs are for you. Whenever possible they are yours, whenever you want. Honey I like your cock and want to hold your cock on my fist” Vaishali said.

They were held each other tightly. Immersed in some thoughts.

After a while, he is squeezing and playing with her breasts hard and she is massaging his cock. They were almost forgot that they in the cinema hall.

They both were damn hot and horny, and were moaning slowly.

“Ohhh aahhhh…sss… press them honey..please play with them, pinch those nipples a bit hard.. ye..s… that’s it…aaahhh” Vaishali cooed in his ears as he is busy with her boobies.

“Aaaahhhssss… Vaishali.. my darling.. grab it tightly in your fist.. aaah.. how warm your fist is honey… like a oven…mmm..nice…” Naresh is moaning.

“Ooohhh…aaahhh..Naareshji.. it is public place.. what are we doing..? Shame on our part… ” Vaishali said but pressing her palm on his bulge said again “your penis is eager to enter in a dark cave… Mmmm…. so nice… Naresh it is so lovely… mmmm.. I love your Lund…”

“Aahhhh.. Vaishooooo…. mmm… my Lund is for your choot… aah dear play with my cock move it up and down.. aaah..”

They both were feeling very hot and horny. “Naesh.. ooh.. it is a public place.. it is better we go somewhere and enjoy each other…” she squeezed his iron rod.

“Shall we go to my house…?” Naresh suggested.

“What if Anjali comes…?”

“Be assured she is not going to come till nine in the night. We will have a lot of time”

“Then it is OK with me..”

As soon it is intermission they came out of the theatre and drove home.

“Naresh, you are my hubby’s friend… do you think it is right…what if Govind comes know about it…?'” Vaishali asked while driving home. Though asked she ran her palm in his thigh and slightly pressed.

“As long as we are careful, no one will come know about us…” Naresh pulled Vaishali closer to him and gave a light kiss on her lips.

“Do you think so…?”

“Yes.. I am sure.. still if you have any doubt we will forget everything here itself” he removed her hand from his thigh.

“Oh no.. it is not like that… just want to know your intention.. I am happy you have the same thinking as I am.. so, we are on the same plane…” Vaishali said and this time she grabbed his bulge in her hand.

They reached home and entered the house. Naresh is closing the door from inside and she hugged him from back crushing her tits on his back. Her palms are moving on his chest. “Aaahh…Naresh… mmmmm…” she whispered in his ear.

Naresh turned around held Vaishali’s face in his hands, planted a kiss on her lips. First kiss after Vizg. She too responded well and gave a passionate and deep kiss. Their hands were moving on each other’s body. He grabbed her boobs and started pressing and squeezing them gently. She liked his way of treating her boobs. Naresh took her to the sofa and they sat very close almost over each other. She held him tight in her arms and showered kisses all over his face while Naresh is busy with her milk jugs.

She pulled his T shirt and vest leaned her face on his hairy chest, brushed her face isveçbahis güvenilirmi feeling the tickling sensation of his hair over her cheeks and chin. Narsh unhooked her blouse and bra and threw them away. He then removed his pant and underwear and stood naked in front of Vaishali. ‘My god..how good his cock is..’ she thought as she is seeing his tool ‘Ohh it had grown so long and stout…’ thinking she held it in her fist… it twitched and moved its knob to and fro.

She giggled seeing its eagerness. She felt his dick is getting bigger and thicker in her fist. She is mesmerized, enjoying and playing with his rigid dick. They are holding each other tightly and kissing as well.

In an excitement Naresh pulled Vaishali’s saree panty and she covered her swollen pussy with shy.

“Hey.. why are feeling shy now.. let me see what a precious jewel you have hidden there” saying this Naresh kissed her flat belly and removed her hand from there. She put her both hands on his head and pressed it to her stomach. He pulled her down on the sofa and started sucking her boobies like a hungry baby.

Vaishali’s hand again gripped his manhood and said “Naresh it is really exciting…’ and tightened her grip.

“Your boobies are so gorgeous dear… I can’t stop sucking them…”

“You can do whatever with my tits as long as you want dear…”

“Your soft and delicate touch on my penis is making me go mad…”

She handling his tool said “Naresh I am excited..” she said. It is a fact that her husband Govind’s is 9 inches where as Naresh’s is 7 1/2 inches. Whenever Naresh took her at Vizag, she always felt that, it so perfectly fitted in her womb. With her husband she always felt if it is an inch smaller she would have enjoyed more.

“Vaishali.. your’s is dripping.. see how you are discharging.. I have to fuck now… he pushed his finger in her dripping pussy.

“aaah.. please.. don’t torture me.. come push that rod of your in my cunt…” Vaishali said humping on his finger. “darling…I am very hot now…FUCK me… pleeeeaasse…” she pulled him over her.

Without wasting any time Naresh took her to his bedroom made her lie on her back. Vaishali is eagerly waiting for him to come between her thighs.

He came on her and adjusted between her thighs. He took his cock in his hand and started brushing it over her moisten and wonton pussy. Her cunt is already inundated with her juices. Vaishali moaned slowly “aaaahhhh.. Naresh aaah.. it is unbearable now fuccckkk meeeeeeee..ohh dear push that rod in meeeeeeeee..mmmmmmmm…” she mumbled.

She is getting hotter and horny. Now she understood that Naresh is very experienced in handling women. She is confident that she is going to get a good fuck from him. “Darling fuck me slow in the beginning, then increase the tempo I am afraid f your tempo…” she said rising her bum up.

Naresh now laid himself on Vaishali’s body and adjusted his tight and thick cock on her pussy lips. “Vaishali adjust it at the entrance” giving a pressure on her pussy said. She positioned his Fuck Pole at the entrance of her Love Hole.

He hugged her tightly and started pushing his dick forward to shove it in her love channel. Soon half of his is embedded in her. It is a bit painful for her and she moaned “Slow.. ohhh..nooo. Naresh… your cock is very thick and hurting my cunt aahh..ssshhhh.. dear…” he held her naked body soothing his palms on her took Vaishali’s nipple and nibbled it.

Vaishali’s whole body shuddered with delight. She just relaxed her body. Seeing her relaxed Naresh gave a forceful shove of his love rod in her. Really it is very stout.

Though she took it at Vizag; She shrieked with pain “oh..noooo… oohhh..ohh…take it out.. my god.. so thick… I can’t bear it oh..Nareshjeee your thick dick… aaahhha..ooohhh…”

Naresh never calmed down rather he tightened his grip on Vaishali’s body pinned her to the bed. Started kissing all over her face, licking like a kitten and then took her boobs full, in his mouth nibbling them one after the other. This action of his, soothed her and once again she is relaxed. “Vaishali my dear really you have a tight and luscious pussy I ever saw… really My friend Govind is lucky to have such a pussy, I am jealous of him” he said and continued “but I am enjoying every bit of love game with you” he pulled his rod out of Vaishali up to dick head and gave a strong push of it in her.

“Aaaaahhhh…nar…e..sh….mmmmm…” she moaned again with pain but with joy. Hs full length entered deep in her womb and she felt his crotch rubbing on hers.

Now he increased his fucking, he took out his rod for a second and gave a powerful stroke his whole dick is inside of her. It is moving in and out of her oozing pussy like a piston giving a friction to her cunt walls. Now her moans with pain had subsided and sweet moans took its place. Now with new vigor she is rising her butt to meet his thrust.

Her pussy now adjusted to his enormous penis. She hugged him tightly crushing her boobs over his chest.

She ran her hand on his naked back and enjoying the smooth skin. Now Naresh started fucking her gently humping on her without pulling his thing out. This gave her a new thrill. Govind never does like this. Vaishali is in heaven and making sounds of “ohh… aaahh..mmm…” and hugging him tightly.

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** Back to the present **

I woke up in bed. I was in my nightgown and my body felt stiff. The maids probably changed me when I came back late last night. Too much went on yesterday with Zak and the shock of meeting his arranged-date, Annie, made me forget that I had something to tell Zak.

I grabbed my mobile phone and dialed Zak via my favorite speed dial. He picked up almost immediately as if he’d been waiting for my call. I just love Zak.

“Hey! How about going on a cruise with me this weekend?” I asked with over-the-top excitement, intentionally leaving out all the caveats.

“…with your old man and his new fiancé?” Zak answered back with a knowing laugh. Fuck, he caught on fast. There’s no way I’m going on a cruise as a third wheeler and no way I’m going to enjoy my time with big-boob Angela.

“Please…who knows? His fiancé might fall for your charms and back away from Lucien,” I teased.

“Hell no. I don’t like fucking bitches with fake boobs. I’ve had enough of that in the industry,” Zak replied. How did he know though?

“Why do you think she’s got fake boobs? You know her?” I asked curiously.

“I’ve met her around. No, I’ve never slept with her but words do travel fast when you’re rich and your father is trying hard to marry you off,” Zak explained. He is so full of gossip. The amount of intel he has on people in our high-society is amazing and he does have a lot of connections with people.

“Enough about her. Be a prince and come on a cruise with me. Please?” I pleaded in my cute voice. Zak has never been able to resist me pleading like this before.

“Ok. Condition: blindfold,” Zak agreed while stating his condition. Sex on the cruise with a blindfold on. Not a bad bargain considering he could have chosen something more daring.

“Deal. See you! Have I mentioned it lately?…I love you!” I said and hung up.

That settles it. At least I will have my “brother” on the cruise with me. Knowing Zak, he will probably help me deal with Angela as well. I will survive this cruise no matter what.

Natalia hung up. She’s clearly happy that I’m going on the cruise with her. I would have volunteered anyways even if she didn’t ask. I found out about the cruise already through one of my maids who always loves to gossip with maids from Lucien’s mansion. The perks of living next door, indeed. Letting Natalia go on a cruise with Angela and an unsuspecting Lucien is a dangerous idea. Angela is anything but nice and innocent. She may seem like an angel on the outside but there are ugly rumors surrounding her and her father.

The fact that out of all the promising candidates, the elders chose her to marry Lucien is proof enough that she will hurt Natalia somehow. This arranged nuptial is not purely for simple business gains; it was designed to use Angela to hurt Natalia specifically as well. I’m going to have to dig up some dirt on Angela to use as my secret arsenal in the case she threatens Natalia. Welcome to our fucked-up lives.

Finally, the day of the apocalypse, I mean the cruise, has arrived. I’m packed and well prepared mentally and physical for this battle, I mean cruise. Running a last-minute check on my mental checklist of my packing list: sunscreen, bikini, towel, camera… Seem like I’ve got everything on the list. I head down from my bedroom to the living room downstairs to meet up with Lucien and Zak.

The three of us will be driving together to the dock and Angela will be meeting us there to board the cruise. Zak has volunteered to drive like a good boy in the place of his uncle, who seems to be tired from a long week of stressful work. Peering over at Lucien, I could see dark circles under his eyes. Perhaps he’s been having trouble sleeping? I thought with concern before switching to think about what I could do to relieve him of his stress.

Sitting in the driver seat next to Lucien, Zak seemed to be in a good mood as he drove for us. He was all smiles and full of energy, the total opposite of Lucien. I’m so happy and thankful that he’s here with us. Leave it to Zak to save my day…or in this case my weekend. Wearing a loose white shirt with sleeves folded up to show his tan and muscular forearm…he’s so hot.

“Thanks for coming along to keep Natalia company. I was afraid she would be bored spending time with her good old dad,” Lucien laughed self-depreciatingly.

“Lucien, don’t say that. You’re not old at all, you’re at a handsome and ripe age of 38. You’re still so fit and sexy too!” I defended Lucien much more digitalbahis yeni giriş actively than I intended leading both men to look at me with raised eyebrows. Ok, I’ll just shut up now.

“Don’t go calling your father sexy; it gives me the creeps,” Zak exclaimed jokingly while acting like he’s shivering from disgust.

I peered at Lucien’s face and saw that his face was slightly red. Perhaps he does like being complicated once in a while? I do mean it though, to me Lucian is far from old. He’s so beautiful and sexy…and I love him so much.

We arrived at the dock and Angela greeted all of us with a big and warm smile.

“Hi, this is my cousin, Zak. His mother is Lucien’s older sister,” I introduced Zak to Angela as he bowed slightly in a perfect gentlemanly manner.

“I see. So, you’re Madame Francesca’s only son,” Angela said as her eyes narrowed. She’s heard of his fame many times before. Born as the first grandson of the family with looks resembling a Greek god with rays of the sun in his hairs and eyes. Rumors for once are extremely accurate. This is the first time she’s seen Zak up close and was frankly startled by his good looks. Zak is famous for his contribution to art, fashion and film and also heads his family’s marketing and branding arm, all at such a young age.

We boarded the cruise where we will be cruising to fish and relax for the weekend. The cruise belongs to our family so this is not the first time that I’ve been here with Lucien and Zak. First off to our rooms. Thank god the cruise was luxuriously huge and had enough rooms for everyone. Being rich has its perk for sure this time, I thought, otherwise I’ll surely be sharing a room with Angela. If that was the case, I’d rather sleep out in the open…

After freshening up and changing into my white bikini I headed up on deck where Lucian and Zak were busy preparing our barbecue lunch. There were maids around on this cruise but I guess Zak and Lucien wanted to the experience of cooking our lunch themselves.

“Hi, boys!” I greeted them cheerfully with the brightest smile I could put on.

Their faces lit up with smiles as well as they greeted me. At times like these, I try my best to forget the mess of my life and just enjoy the moment as it comes. I decided to help them prepare the barbecue.

Angela soon came on deck wearing a very revealing red bikini. She looks like an adult magazine model, which is smoking hot. I have to give her fair credit where it’s due. I wonder how Lucien feels seeing her like that. Their engagement was sudden and although Lucien never explained it to me, I can sense that the elders probably had a big say in it. I wonder if Lucien loves her…

“Lucien, we have decided that it would be in the company’s and the family’s best interest if you marry Angela Woodwick. Her father’s business in energy and his tight ties to powerful politicians is what we need to further grow the family’s business. Her family is also wealthy and well recognized in foreign circles. Having you marry her will be for the best,” Elizabeth declared in a commanding voice.

Elizabeth is currently the chairwomen of the company and the head of the elders.

Lucien looked up from where he knelt on one knee on the deep red carpeted floor at the 3 elders. Our company and therefore, family, is run by the “elders”. The elders are chosen by vote from family members to take on management of the company and also of family affairs with the sole purpose of making decisions that would be best for the company’s and family’s interests. Strictly business and void of any human emotions, they view family members merely as resources to expand the business. Each family member’s path in life is destined by the elder group from a young age including: education, training, career, dating, marriage, etc. However, in the end the elders are human and if you please them well enough, there will start to be room for negotiations.

Today, Lucien is here to make the second big negotiation of his life with the elders and for that to go through, he must make big sacrifices.

“I will agree on two conditions,” Lucien said in a monotonous voice.

“So, you want to make a deal? Sure, what are your conditions?” Elizabeth asked without any surprise in her voice. She knew that Lucien would not agree to a loveless marriage without placing conditions.

“One, I will divorce her when the business deal has gone through and the set-up is complete or in two years, whichever comes first. Two, Natalia will become digitalbahis giriş my lover and next marriage partner. You all will acknowledge her immediately as such and treat her so,” Lucien stated the conditions that he had prepared.

Lucien wants Natalia as his wife? Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed as she glanced to the other elders on either of her side. To acknowledge Natalia as Lucien’s lover and future wife would mean that we won’t be able to touch her or arrange any marriage prospects for her. Is this what Lucien is going after? He’s married her mother before and now he wants to marry the daughter, what does he aim to gain?

“Fine. We, the elders, agree to this proposal. You will announce your engagement to Angela as soon as possible. However, if Natalia does not wish to become your lover or marry you, we will not force her in the matter,” Elizabeth agreed to Lucien’s proposal. Future problems can be dealt with later, for now, the business contract comes first. Angela’s father is trying to cover up many of his daughter’s scandals and is willing to invest so much money in the company if that means he can marry his daughter off. The fact that Angela is smitten with Lucien is making this deal much easier for both sides.

The elders got up from their seats, signaling the end of their conversation. Lucien got up and turned to leave the cold hall.

“Wait for me, Natalia…” he whispered under his breath to none other than himself.

It’s not often that we’re on a cruise, so I am determined to enjoy myself. Zak and I went for a dip in the pool on the ship’s deck. The weather is so nice and sunny today, the wind in my hair feels refreshing, the birds flying up above seemed to be enjoying themselves as well.

“Feeling better? You’ve been feeling down for a while now, right?” Zak asked in a soft tone as he moved to sit even closer to me in the water.

“Might as well enjoy ourselves while we can. Are you ok though? You know, about Annie…” I trial off.

“It doesn’t bother me, to be honest. I’ve always known that I wouldn’t be able to choose who I marry. As you know, I’ve spent most of my life negotiating with my mother and the elders to pursue my career. They wouldn’t let me model outright but I eventually could get involve in fashion, arts, film and I could lead marketing for our family business. If dating Annie is the price that I have to pay to keep those things, I guess it isn’t so bad,” Zak explained his viewpoint passively.

“I guess it’s fine if you’re really ok with it…” I replied. Not knowing what else to say.

Zak squeezed my hand under the water.

“Will you stay with me?” Zak asked while looking deep into my eyes. His hazel eyes with those light blond long lashes are so beautiful like eyes of a golden lion.

“Forever…as long as you still want me around,” I promised. As long as Zak needs me, we will always be together. Our relationship will never fade; just like the scars he bears for me.

Evening came much faster than I thought. So far, I’ve been able to avoid Angela by sticking to Zak. Angela spent her time sitting around Lucien, who spent most of the day working on his laptop. It was plain as day that this cruise was not Lucien’s idea and he would rather be spending time working this weekend away in his study.

Dinner with the four of us was awkward at best. Angela tried to make small talk but today Lucien was very taciturn and unfriendly. Zak on the other hand didn’t jump in to help and I obviously did not want to talk to her.

“This cruise is simply amazing. Isn’t it? We should spend more of our weekends on holidays like this. Small getaways are good for relaxing too, right?” Angela said encouraging while beaming her best smile.

Lucien didn’t reply not even bothering to look up from his mobile screen. Whatever joy he presented when he first introduced Angela to me at our house was now gone. Did they get into a fight?

“Usually I just go out with Natalia or Natalia with Lucien. We don’t usually go on group gatherings much, unfortunately,” Zak replied before guiding my attention to look at some newly launched fashion collection on his mobile. Ultimately excluding Angela from our conversation entirely.

The atmosphere was so tense that the good food lost all of its flavor. I feel bad for the chef for cooking up all this.

“I think I’m going to excuse myself. The sun was hot so I’m feeling a little tired and dizzy,” I smiled weakly as I excused myself.

“Oh…let me take care of you then. I’ll digitalbahis güvenilirmi bring some champagne along too,” Zak quickly picked up on my queue and left with me.

Lucien looked up to watch us leave then returned his gaze back to his mobile.

I woke up from my nap and it was already night out. I should shower and change for bedtime. Entering into the bathroom, I could see that the maids have prepared the bath with scented aromatic candles and laid out my nightgown. I should thank them when I get the chance, I thought to myself as I slid into the warm bath water.

The warm water feels so relaxing and I was on the verge of dozing off when I heard my bedroom door open. Is it the maid? I should tell her I don’t require her assistance anymore tonight so she can retire for the day.

“Who is it? I won’t be needing your support anymore for today. You can go rest, no need to worry about me,” I called out to her from the bath, my eyes still closed as I continued to enjoy the warm bath. The lavender scented candles doing its job of calming my nerves very well.

I didn’t hear her reply. That’s odd…

The next moment, the bathroom door slowly opened. Maybe she didn’t hear me and came to help give my back a wash or to massage me, I thought sleepily. She didn’t need to, although I wouldn’t mind a back scrub, I thought lazily as I turned towards her.

Mesmerizing green eyes met mine.

Lucien. Why is he here? Oh god, I’m completely naked!

“Lucien…? Do you need something?” I asked in a small quivering voice as I tried to hide my body deeper into the water and foam. Conscious that I’m not the only one lacking clothing, Lucien was naked except for the white towel he has wrapped around his waist. This is not good, he might not be thinking anything along those lines but I am starting to feel…

His body is beautiful, his skin white and smooth like marble. His whole body muscular and firm, his biceps, his chest, his six packs. The hair starting at the base of his stomach and trailing down to his…

Our eyes were still locked and silence hung in the air.

“I do,” Lucien finally replied as he walked slowly over to the bathtub. He’s getting closer and closer. What is he going to do? I wondered.

Lucien came right to the edge of the bathtub before crouching down so his face was at my level. He kept on staring into my eyes and it was making me even more nervous. I hugged my legs to my chest protectively.

“You said you were feeling a bit sick and tired. Are you feeling better?” Lucien asked as he dipped one arm into the water.

“Yes, I took a nap and now I’m feeling much better. You don’t need to worry,” I replied mustering up a smile. You can leave now, Lucien.

“I see. I’m happy to hear it,” Lucien replied softly. His voice was low, his spirits seemed low as well. He was no longer looking at me but down into the foamy water where his hand played with the warm water and bubbles. He seemed depress and very stressed out, I was starting to worry about him. He always worries about me but never complains or shows me his weaknesses.

“Are you feeling down? Is there something I can help you with?” I asked with worry in my voice. Afterall, he did tell me that he needed something when he came in.

“Give me your hand,” He instructed and I complied, stretching out my hand to him. He took my hand in his and kissed the palm of my hand softly. I soft gasp escaped my lips at the shock of what he just did. Lucien did not stop as he flipped my small hand in his larger one and kissed the back of my hand. His lips and breath are so warm even against my warm skin. Then he placed my open hand against his right cheek as he leaned his face into my palm and closed his eyes.

“Lucien…” I didn’t know what to say to him. Whatever it was that was bothering him must be worst than I can possibly imagine. I have never seen him like this before in our ten years living together. He looked like a wounded beast that needed comforting. Strange but very adorable at the same time.

I wanted to help him in anyway that I can. I wasn’t sure what was troubling him but I could sort of guess that it probably had something to do with the business he had with the elders. He has to visit the elders at least once a month and whenever he came back, he would seem a bit down. Perhaps this is one of those episodes but just way worst than ever before this time around. I wish he would confide in me but I’ve never pressured him to tell me anything he didn’t want to.

While those thoughts were running through my head, Lucien had let go of my hand and has stood up. He is leaving? Already? I wasn’t sure if I was happy or disappointed at the thought of him leaving. I never got to find out because the next moment, he was getting into the bathtub with me!

–To be continued…

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The Smith Family Ch. 01: Sister Complex

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Full Summary: Lucas Smith has always been close to his older sister, but she’s been testing him lately. He doesn’t know if it’s his raging hormones that’s causing him to view Olivia in a hyper fixated light of sexual frustration or if she’s doing it intentionally to tease the living daylights out of him. Either way, it seems like the both of them need to let out a bit of steam.

Author’s Note: All characters are either 18 or above the age of 18. This work unapologetically includes blood-related incest and free-use family as the main driving kinks. Although, I did try to put some minor sadomasochism power play in there. If it’s not your thing, either you are morbidly curious or in process of making it your kink. Whichever of those it may be, I won’t judge. This story kind of has a slow burn but has fap material in every chapter so don’t worry about it. It has little to no plot at all, just pure unadulterated sex but again, has quite a bit of build-up before dick-in-pussy action so that might be a downer for the impatient ones. However, you must remember — all good things come to those who wait. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Lucas is used to coming home to an empty house. His father works long hours as a mechanic, with his wrangled hands and grease-stained overalls, Lucas can imagine him at work silently tinkering away through the night while the rest of his co-workers headed home.

In the rare occurrence that his father did come home early, he was often still so lost in the thoughts of engines, wrenches, and doo-dads (Lucas obviously knows nothing about being a mechanic) that he secludes himself in the garage as if he was still at work.

His mother is the same although, she has more of a jittery energy about her. She often boasts of how she is the “Queen of Real Estate Agents” which is paradoxically true and un-true at the same time. Lucas knows that his mother has the charm to do what she does best which is sell a house. Overall, his mother lacks a sense of structure and rigidity that is required for the paperwork after selling a house. Funnily enough, the two qualities she lacks is what her husband seems to have in excess.

So he is usually alone, a fact he takes advantage of as a typical hormonal 18-year old. Right after school, Lucas would run through the merciless heat of Nevada (that’s still ongoing mid-September) and hop into the shower where his hot skin sizzles against the cool water in hopes to get himself off. Lately, he’s been consistently interrupted by his older sister, due to her irregular externship schedule as a paralegal.

There are times Lucas wished he could be more sympathetic at his sister ranting about “waking up at 5 a.m and going to work 12 hours straight for a bunch of misogynistic, big-headed lawyers for a stupid diploma” since they are pretty close, after all, but at this point, he couldn’t care less. A man has needs and his older sister is in his way.

So for today, he made sure to skip the last period of class and rushed home even earlier than usual.

He knows the stories of awkward shower sex not meeting up to expectations but he’s had this particular fantasy for a long time and like most teens, hasn’t acted upon them besides a glance at badly-acted porn. He touched his balls, lightly. Lucas imagined a girl using only the tip of her tongue to do it. She would look up at him teasingly. He would pull on her hair. She would obey by pressing her tongue flat against his cock.

He groaned, his fingers impatiently forming a ring as the girl takes him in between her lips. He usually artemisbet yeni giriş has more patience than this but it’s been a while since he has gone this far into this fantasy before being interrupted. He pumps once, twice, three times. The shower sprayed jets of water which ran down her breasts as she bobbed in a rhythm. Lucas wants to fuck her mouth so badly, he starts to grab her head but she stops.

“Fuck.” He muttered.

She looks up again, mockingly, her mouth dripping in pre-cum over her breasts. He wants to force her to do it, so he presses her face against his dick as punishment. The girl moans, giving him a few licks on the side of his dick before enveloping it between her breasts, giving Lucas a tit-fuck.

Blow job temporarily forgotten, he watches the head of his cock pump in and out of her pre-cum slathered breasts. But it feels good… so fucking good. She gives him a triumphant look, relishing in his expression as she pinches her own nipples. She giggles. Lucas feels challenged.

I’m not going to let you fucking win.

Again, he forcefully grabs her head and forces her lips around the head of his cock as she fucks him with her breasts. She moans and it vibrates through Lucas’s being. Her tongue laps up hard against the head of his cock. He’s lost in it. So fucking lost in it.

“I want to fuck your throat.” He growls as he grabs her head. A few strands of hair give way in his hand as his cock hits the back of her throat but he doesn’t care.

The sound he makes is guttural when he makes her gag. It feels hot, wet, and slick all over his fucking dick. She looks up at him again with tears in her eyes. He knows she loves it. She’s just as lost as he is in it. She doesn’t insist on the tit-fucking. She’s at his mercy. She loves him ramming his cock in and out of her mouth like a toy.

Lucas is close, he can feel it. His fist is tight around his cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Ugh! I’m homeeee!” And that girl dramatically bellowing from downstairs, is his older sister, Olivia.

The one that has been consistently interrupting his masturbation sessions. He sighs, irritated and stopping immediately. He considers just continuing the fantasy later in the night but he’s far too close to the edge already. He can practically feel his dick twitch in agreement. He continues to jerk himself off.

“Lucassss! Are you home yet?”

Come on… He pumps even harder, faster — reaching a high in dopamine and adrenaline.

He thinks about his sister catching him masturbating. He thinks about his sister catching him fucking a woman’s throat. The thought that threatens to topple him over the edge, is the thought of him fucking his older sister’s defiant mouth, making her shut the fuck up.

He abruptly stops. His dick pulses in agony but he ignores it because he just had the biggest post- well technically- pre-nut clarity of his life.

Did I just think about my older sister deep throating me? His breathing is ragged and he takes a moment to calm down. His dick is still hard against his stomach.

“Lucas! I swear- Are you really still in school?” He hears his sister making her way into his room to check.

Fuck it, he doesn’t even have time to wrap his head on his morally wrong fantasy. He grabbed a pair of swimming shorts, hoping it would hide his boner and opened the door.

Olivia loved an audience when she’s around. If the audience isn’t going to her, she’s going to them and Lucas doesn’t want her affiliated with him doing shit like this — no matter the fact that his fantasy clearly says otherwise.

“Well, about artemisbet giriş time. Dry your hair, you heathen.” She was already fuming before him outside his door. She barged into his room without an invitation, because that’s commonplace between the two of them. Still, he complied by grabbing a nearby towel and dried his hair.

“Fuck, it’s hot in here!”

Olivia is now fumbling around with the air conditioner and Lucas got a good view of her ass. It was supple and plump, flesh subtly seen underneath the tight pencil skirt. Her legs are covered in black stockings, her thighs touching each other and he briefly wondered how it would feel.

“Ugh! I honestly hate the fact they can’t just say thank you, you know? Like I don’t need much Mr. Lawyer Guy.” She rants, fumbling the on switch.

Lucas knows the air conditioner has been broken in his room since last night but he doesn’t bother telling her as he’s distracted by the soft black mesh of the pantyhose.

How soft would the black material feel if he slowly slid his dick between his sisters’ thick thighs from behind? He could almost feel the head of his dick slide against his sister’s clit through the cloth. He could feel her ass cheeks bounce against his balls as he slammed against her, creating friction between his dick and her soft thighs. Lucas shook his head, his hard dick sensitively rubbing against the inside of his shorts.

Fuck, the fantasy messed me up in the head.

“It’s broken.” He said, interrupting both his disturbing thoughts and Olivia from thwacking the machine to death. She is surprised by her younger brother’s closeness behind her which he notices. Lucas would have backed away in his right mind but he enjoyed the panicked look in her eyes as it comes so rarely.

Olivia disguises it with a sarcastic sneer, “Wow, how observant of you.”

Lucas, used to this type of behavior from his older sister, snips back, “Better than the person that’s been trying to get it to work by punching it for the last five seconds.”

Olivia shrugs, seeming to concede as she faced him but Lucas knows better. She can’t stand losing, even if it’s just mindless bickering. They are still only inches away from each other, neither of which seems interested in backing down. He is proud that he is a head taller than her but their height difference doesn’t seem to matter.

Olivia still gives him a challenging glare. He’s reminded of his fantasy. Stupidly, he self-consciously readjusts his shorts to not bring attention to his hard-on. Which, obviously, brings the opposite effect.

Lucas can practically hear the ding! in her eyes as she looks down.

“Pfft! Hahahahahaaa!” She explodes in maniacal laughter and Lucas wants nothing more than to launch himself to the adjacent 2nd floor window. He backs away, ready to do exactly that but she grabs him by the shoulders. She wants to indulge in the fact that she “won”. He hates it.

Her hands muss up his wet hair as she gives him a good old-fashioned noogie, “Did I interrupt your after-school shower masturbation session, huh? Thinking about high school girls in the shower, you pervert?!”

This pervert masturbated to his older sister. She glances at his brightly colored face and cackles even more. Lucas, finding that he can no longer bear being the receiver of his sister’s torments, pushes her rather aggressively, “Get out! I mean it!”

She lands on his bed as if she planned to be pushed there all along.

“It’s perfectly normal, you know. Sorry that I interrupted such an… important time for you. I mean it. I’m sorry.” She attempted to artemisbet güvenilirmi say this seriously but her face cracked more than twice. Her gaze went down again and she erupted in giggles.

Lucas furiously scratches his neck and tiredly sighs, “Whatever. Can you please just go? Please?” He sounds pathetically desperate, even to his own ears. He wishes he could be more assertive and stay true to his anger but it seems in that case, he has the shorter stick of the gene pool. All the assertiveness and anger went to his sister.

She sighs, as if bored by his reaction. “But it’s too hottttt. I don’t want to leaveee.”

She took off her heels as she says this, sweat dripping down the line of her throat. He was transfixed to one particular drop of sweat just right at the top of her breasts.

“Your room’s air conditioner works perfectly fine. Get out.” His throat felt tight. He can’t look away from his sister laying on his bed. Her dark hair fell in waves, white button-up wrinkled, and her skirt riding up her stocking-covered legs.

“Are you still hard?” She glances at his shorts again as she says this. A look of disbelief flashed upon Lucas’s face that caused his sister to laugh again. What the fuck is happening?!

“If you answer honestly, I’ll leave.~” She sing-songs, jiggling her legs against her younger brother’s bed. Lucas’s dick, was in fact, very hard. He thinks about how the stocking would feel against his hands if he forces her legs into missionary position. He can’t really think straight because of it and as a result, he answered her honestly.

“Yeah. I am.” It sounded huskier than he intended it to be, but it brought an unexpected effect on his sister.

Although she was the one who asked, she seemed surprised by his sudden answer. His eyes traveled to her clenched thighs. She shifted a bit under his gaze. For the first time in 18 years of knowing Olivia, she backed down from his stare and looked at the ceiling. Did I just win?

Olivia jolted up and said, “Alright, like we agreed. I’m leaving.” Seeming to be possessed with a sudden need to get out of her little brother’s room, she grabbed her heels and passed by him in haste.

That’s a win, if I ever saw one. Euphoric on this unusual scenario, he grabbed her wrist in a greedy attempt to squeeze in more wins. Olivia, not used of the power reversal gave the former an admittedly cute squeak, “Let go!”

They are way too close to each other of what should be permitted between siblings. He steeled himself against her furious glare. Just like Olivia, he isn’t used of the power reversal.

“If you answer honestly, I’ll let you leave.” He sing-songs but it came out flat and serious. Olivia softened at this a bit, her eyes dancing in amusement but a distrusting frown still present on her face.

“What?” She asks, trying to gather up her failing courage.

He leans in, whispering in her ear, “Are you wet right now?”

Olivia’s legs clenched again and she makes this sound- close to a whine but not quite. Her panties are soaking wet. She feels it every time she rubs her thighs together. It’s Lucas who laughs this time, his breath blowing against her throat as he mocks her, “Thinking about your younger brother’s dick, you pervert?”

She forces herself to look at him even though she doesn’t want to. He gives her an arrogant expression. She hates it. Even though she’s blushing from her head to her toes, she leans towards him with her hands sliding across his t-shirt in an attempt to meet his gaze. After she leaves, Lucas would jerk off to what she says next.

She whispers in his ear, “Yes. I’m wet while I’m thinking about fucking my younger brother.”

I always win. If there could be a phrase for his older sister’s face right now, it would be that. She laughs at him, pats him on the back as if to say “Nice try!” and leaves him dazed and incredibly horny.

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Mom’s Helping Hands Pt. 01

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Mom’s Helping Hands

Part 1

(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

“Here, honey, let me get that for you!” Jack’s mom said, reaching past him and opening the front door for him. They had just arrived at home after his mom, Marjorie, picked him up from the hospital after being treated for severe burns to his hands.

Jack had been home for the summer break from college and was working on the engine of their lawn mower, trying to fix a problem with the fuel line when he accidentally dropped the screwdriver he was using. It hit the concrete and created a spark, and the gasoline that had spilled onto the concrete burst into flames. Jack’s hands were covered with gasoline so they also caught fire, and by the time he could extinguish the flames he had suffered second degree burns over both hands, front and back. There was no permanent damage to his hands, but he was going to have to keep the blisters covered for the next week or so which meant that his hands were going to be completely swathed in bandages for a while.

And that meant his mom was going to have to help him with a lot of things, one of which was opening doors. If they’d had a lever-style doorknob on the front door he could have done it himself by just pushing down on it with his elbow, but they had a standard round doorknob on the door, so his mom had to open it for him.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jack said, smiling at her as he walked into the house.

“You’re welcome, honey,” Marjorie said, following him into the house and closing the door behind her. “I guess I should get used to doing things like that for you for the next week or so, huh?” she said as she walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Jack went into the living room and sat down on the couch, resting his bandaged hands on his lap.

“I guess so, yeah,” he said. The pain killers the hospital had given him were starting to wear off, and his hands really hurt.

“Can I get you anything to drink, Jack?” his mom asked from the kitchen.

“No, Mom, I’m okay,” he replied. She came into the living room and sat down in the chair next to the couch, taking a drink from her bottled water before she spoke again.

“I’m so sorry you burned your hands, honey,” she said, looking over at him, “but I’m going to take good care of you for the next week or so until the bandages come off. I’m sure by the end of the day we’ll have figured out what I’ll need to do for you, so that’s no big deal,” she said, smiling at him.

“Does Dad know what happened yet?” he asked. His father was out of town on a business trip when the accident happened so Jack wasn’t sure if he had been told or not yet.

“Yes, honey, he knows” she replied, “I called him and told what happened, and he said he’d be on the next plane home if we needed him. He loves you very much, you know,” she said.

“I know he does, but he doesn’t need to come home, I think, not right now anyway,” Jack said. “I hope that’s what you told him.”

“I told him just that,” she replied, nodding as she spoke. “I told him that there wasn’t anything he could do that I wasn’t capable of doing, and that there was no need for him to rush home.”

“Good!” Jack said, smiling. He loved his father very much and didn’t want to interfere with his job.

“He wanted me to tell you that he loves you and will see you in five or six days, as soon as his job there is finished,” she said.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jack said, smiling at her. “Right now, though, there is something that I need your help with,” he said.

“What’s that, baby?” Marjorie asked, sitting forward and leaning her forearms on her knees. “What can I help you with?”

“Well,” Jack said, hesitating for a moment, “I gotta pee. The hospital gave me a ton of fluids with that IV and now I guess it’s ready to make the rest of the trip.”

“So how does that involve me?” his mom asked. He loved his mom more than anything, but she could be a little ditzy sometimes, and this was one of those times.

“Well, uh, I don’t think…” he said, pausing to choose the right words, “I don’t think I’ll be able to pull down the zipper on my jeans and get them open with my hands like this,” he said, holding up his bandaged hands.

“Oh, my, I guess not!” Marjorie replied, putting her hand to her mouth and smiling. “I’m sorry, honey, I should have thought of that!”

“No problem, Mom. But there is one thing I just thought of, though,” Jack said. “While I’m in the bathroom I think it would be a good idea if you were to go into my room and get my basketball shorts out of my dresser and put them out for me. Zippers, buttons, and shoelaces are gonna be a bit of a problem for asyabahis yeni giriş me for the next week, so I’m gonna have to run around in my basketball shorts, a tee shirt and my boat shoes for a while.”

“That’s a good idea, honey,” she said, nodding in agreement. “I’ll take care of that while you’re in the bathroom taking care of business! Do you…well, do you think you’ll need my help in getting undressed?” she asked, hesitating just a bit.

“No, Mom, once my jeans are unzipped I think I can handle the rest of it okay,” Jack replied. “But right now, I really need to pee!” he said, standing up.

“Okay, well, then let’s go!” his mom replied, standing up as well. She followed Jack into the bathroom and lifted the lid and seat up on the toilet once there. Then she turned to face him, looking down at the button and zipper on his jeans. She had never noticed it before because she never had reason to look at his crotch, but now that she was looking in that direction, she noticed the quite sizeable lump in the front of his jeans. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open slightly as she saw the big lump there, and she hesitated just a bit, a little scared of touching him in that area.

“Okay, well, uh, let me just, uh…” she stammered, her hands fluttering in the air at his waist as she couldn’t decide just where to begin, unable to take her eyes from the sizeable lump in the front of his jeans.

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious embarrassment. His mom’s reaction was one of two reactions he’d always get whenever a woman got a glimpse of the size of his junk for the first time — they were either stunned or terrified, and his mom was obviously stunned.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, smiling at her as he spoke. “Just pull the zipper down and then open the button. I can take it from there,” he said.

“Oh-okay,” she said, tentatively reaching down for the zipper. She couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge in his jeans and was careful not to touch it as she pulled the zipper down. Then she unfastened his jeans and stepped back, quickly pulling her hands away.

“Okay, done!” she said, looking up at him and giving him a nervous smile. Then she quickly turned and left, closing the door behind her but not all the way so that Jack would be able to just pull it open when he was done.

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled his jeans open and then pulled down the front of his boxers with his bandaged hands, letting his big, long cock hang free. His cock was unusual in a couple of ways, those being that when it was flaccid it was both longer and thicker than an average man’s penis; it was also much heavier. His cock was nearly six inches long and four inches around when soft, and when it was fully erect it was eight inches long and six inches around.

In other words, Jack was hung like a horse.

He did what he needed to do and then pulled his boxers and jeans back up, flushing the toilet with his foot as he held his jeans up. He left the bathroom and went to his room to see that his mom had already gotten his dark blue shorts out for him and had laid them out on the bed.

“Just like she used to do when I was a kid growing up,” he said to himself, smiling. He managed to get out of his shoes, socks, jeans and boxers with no problem, leaving the t-shirt on as he slipped into his basketball shorts. He didn’t bother to keep the boxers on because that was going to be just one more thing in his way when he had to pee again and besides, they wouldn’t prevent his big cock from swaying when he walked or give it any more support than the shorts would.

It would also be funny as hell to see his innocent, strait-laced mom trying not to stare at his cock. The mischievous part of him liked this idea, and he smiled as he slipped his shorts on and then his leather boat shoes. When he was dressed, he looked in the full-length mirror on the outside of his closet door; the outline of his cock was easily visible, and it swayed heavily back and forth when he moved his hips from side to side. He chuckled again as he opened the door and walked out of his room, heading for the kitchen where his mom was busy cooking dinner.

“Smells good, Mom, what are we having?” he asked as he walked into the room. His mom was smiling as she turned to look at him while she was standing at the stove, stirring what she was cooking.

“Beef strogano-oh my!” she said, her eyes going wide and her mouth falling open as she saw the long tube of his cock swaying inside his shorts as he walked towards her. She quickly turned back to the stove, feeling her cheeks get hot as she blushed. She didn’t see the grin on Jack’s face as a result.

“Beef stroganoff, my favorite!” he said, walking up and standing behind his mom and acting as if he hadn’t heard her stunned reaction to seeing his cock swaying in his shorts. He put his bandaged hands lightly on her shoulders, being careful not to touch her anywhere else as he put his head over her asyabahis giriş shoulder and sniffed.

“Mmmm, smells delicious!” he said, then he stepped away from her and went over to the refrigerator to get a drink. He sat down at the kitchen table facing him mom, who was still concentrating on the stroganoff to avoid looking in his direction lest she be distracted by his monster cock waving at her. He managed to get the screw cap off of the soda by using his teeth to loosen it, then took a drink before putting the bottle down on the table.

“Dinner will be ready in a little while, honey, so why don’t you go into the living room and relax?” she said, an obvious ploy to get him away from her so she wouldn’t be tempted or distracted. “I’ll call you when it’s ready!” Jack chuckled softly for a moment before replying.

“Okay, Mom, sounds good!” he said, getting up from the table. He walked into the living room, taking his drink with him, and Marjorie glanced over her shoulder at him as he walked away. Then she turned back to the stove, letting out a big sigh as she resumed cooking.

‘Oh, my, but he’s got a big cock!’ she thought, ‘much bigger than his father’s! I wonder how big it is?’ She was slightly ashamed of herself for having that thought, but she was a woman after all, wasn’t she? But still, he was her son, so she had to get those thoughts out of her mind immediately.

‘Yeah, good luck with that!’ she thought to herself, one side of her mouth turning up in a small smile.

Dinner was uneventful once they were seated at the table. Before then his mom made it a point not to look in his direction, and once they were sitting down it was no problem as the lower half of his body was concealed from view by the tabletop. She was able to carry on a conversation without letting on that the image of her son’s big cock swaying inside his shorts was constantly on her mind, and that she couldn’t keep from wondering just what it looked like up close and personal.

When they finished eating Jack went into the living room to watch TV while his mom cleaned up. Normally he would have helped her, but with his hands bandaged up she was on her own. At least she didn’t have to avoid looking at him while she did it, and for her that was a plus. He got another soda out of the refrigerator by holding it between his two bandaged hands, and then went into the living room to sit down. He was going to turn on the TV but found that he couldn’t, so he just waited for him mom to finish in the kitchen and then come into the living room with him and turn on the TV.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, with both of them watching TV and chatting as they always did. The only difference this time was that Jack caught his mother stealing glances at his crotch more than once and knowing what she was doing made him smile. He knew he should feel terribly guilty about teasing and tormenting his mother like this, but he just couldn’t — it was all too funny right now. And besides, his mom appeared to be enjoying the view.

Three hours later Jack realized how tired he was, so he decided to call it a night. He got up from his place on the couch and stretched, lifting his arms up above his head and stretching his back — which also gave his mom a clear view of his cock outlined against his shorts.

“That’s it for me, Mom, I’m gonna hit the sack,” Jack said, dropping his arms back down to his sides. He caught his mom looking at his crotch for a split second as he looked down at her, and he smiled.

“Is there anything I can do for you before you go to bed, honey?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling.

“No, Mom, I’m good,” he replied, walking over to her and bending over to kiss her on the cheek. It was all she could do to not look at his crotch as he approached, but she managed it. He kissed her on the cheek and she returned the kiss on his, running her hand along the side of his face as she always did when he kissed her goodnight.

“Good night, Mom,” he said, smiling down at her.

“Good night, honey, sleep tight,” she said, returning the smile. She resisted the urge to turn and watch him as he walked away, focusing instead on the TV.

“Oh, my!” she said softly to herself when Jack was out of earshot; that was all she could manage. “Oh, my!” she said again, holding her hands to her chest. She began to blush as she realized that her nipples were hard, and that there was a not-unpleasant tingling going on in her pussy.

‘He’s my son and I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him, but that cock is so big! I just can’t help it!’ she thought to herself, ashamed and aroused at the same time. She picked up the TV remote and started surfing the channels, looking for something to take her mind off her son and his big cock.

As Jack was lying in his bed, he couldn’t help but grin at the evening’s events. He had teased and taunted his mom pretty good, and it had been quite some time since he had seen her that flustered. But he figured asyabahis güvenilirmi that enough was enough and decided to stop tormenting her by wearing something a lot looser and much less revealing for the rest of the time his hands were bandaged. Then he rolled over and went to sleep.

An hour later Marjorie went to bed herself, unable to get the image of her son’s big cock outlined against his shorts out of her mind and wondering how she was going to make it through tomorrow, much less the next five or six days.

The next morning Jack came into the kitchen to the wonderful aromas of his mom cooking breakfast. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of black lounge pants with the strings dangling untied in front of him. The pants were baggier than the shorts of the previous day, so Marjorie was spared the sight of the outline of his dick against his pants.

“Good morning, honey!” she said brightly, relieved that there was no visible distraction this morning.

“Morning, Mom,” Jack replied, walking over and kissing her on the check. He sat down at the table where his mom had already poured a glass of orange juice for him. He smiled when he saw the glass there, then gingerly picked it up and took a sip.

“How are your hands today, honey?” his mom asked, setting a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns down in front of him.

“They hurt,” he said, picking up the fork. His thumbs weren’t bandaged to the sides of his hands so he was able to manage picking up a fork. “A little more than yesterday, but that’s to be expected, I guess,” he said, beginning to eat his breakfast. The bandages on his hands and how much they hurt forced him to go slow and easy.

“Yes, I guess so,” his mom replied, sitting down across from him with her own plate and beginning to eat. They ate in silence after that, and when Jack had finished he put his fork down and looked over at his mom as he spoke.

“There’s something we gotta talk about, Mom,” he said, “something we have to figure out how to do.”

“What’s that, baby?” his mom asked, looking over at him.

“How am I gonna take a bath?” he said, holding up his bandaged hands. “I can’t take a shower, and I sure can’t wash myself with my hands bandaged up like this. And the doctor said not to take them off to change them for at least 48 hours, and that’s tomorrow,” he said. “I can’t wait that long to take a bath. You may not have noticed, but I’m getting kind of ripe!” He smiled at his mom in an effort to lighten up the conversation.

“Oh, my, you’re right,” his mom said, looking at his hands. “Well, I guess I’m just going to have to give you a sponge bath, won’t I?” she said, returning his smile.

“Well, yeah, I kinda figured that, but Mom, there’s one thing I don’t think you’ve considered,” Jack said, not knowing how to say it.

“And what’s that, honey?” she asked innocently, holding her coffee cup up in front of her mouth. She was having another ‘ditzy’ moment and didn’t realize it, but Jack did. He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right way to say it before he finally spoke again.

“You’re going to have to wash me with a washcloth,” he said, pausing again to see if it would sink in. It didn’t.

“I know, honey,” his mom replied, smiling.

“All of me,” he said.

“Yes, honey, I kno — OH! Oh, my!” she said, her eyes flying open and her mouth falling open as the full realization of what she would have do to finally hit her. Neither of them spoke for a few moments, and it was his mom who broke the silence.

“Well, it’s not that big of a deal, really,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. ‘It’s a big dick of a deal is what it is!’ she thought to herself. The thought of seeing Jack’s cock naked right in front of her was making her nipples hard, and she hoped Jack wouldn’t notice.

“Are you sure, Mom?” Jack asked, concerned. “I mean, I can find another way to take care of it if I have to.”

“And just how would you do that? Hmm?” she said, smiling demurely at him over her coffee cup. “After all, it’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before, you know. I used to give you a bath every day when you were a baby,” she said.

“I’m not a baby anymore, Mom,” Jack replied, “Things have changed. I’ve grown up since then — I’ve grown up a lot!”

‘Yes, you most certainly have!’ Marjorie thought to herself before answering.

“I know, honey, but you have to remember that I’ve seen a full-grown man naked before. After all, how do you think you came along, anyway?” she said, smiling at him again.

“I know, Mom, but this is different! I’m your son, after all,” he said. “Wouldn’t that make you uncomfortable, to see your own son standing naked in front of you?” ‘And probably with a raging hard-on to boot, once you start washing my dick!’ he thought to himself. Jack had no way of knowing that what he just said had the effect of making his mom’s pussy start to get wet as her nipples were already rock-hard inside her bra beneath her shirt.

‘Horny, yes, uncomfortable, no!’ Marjorie thought to herself as she replied.

“I suppose it would initially, but that’s something I think I can handle. After all, if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all, right, honey?” she asked, smiling as she took a sip of her coffee.

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Alice Needs Her Brother’s Support

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Patrick drove home exhausted from working a 10 hour shift delivering food for his latest part time job. Ending this particular shift he promised himself it would be the last as he had saved enough to split rent in an apartment, his first away from home, with his best friend Brian.

Brian had been bugging Patrick to commit to the move since they graduated high school a few months ago but Patrick had issues going on at home.

His younger step sister, Alice, was having problems with her grades, friends, teachers, and her parents. The only person she seemed close to and comfortable with was Patrick.

As much as he wanted to move out, and could finally afford to, pressure from his parents, and a guilty feeling of abandoning his step-sis had so far kept him from moving out with his best friend.

Alice wasn’t always so closed off from everyone. She’d performed dress up fashion shows for her family when she was little and loved the attention. She’d have sleepovers with friends, work lemonade stands, sneak into movies, and was even kind of popular until around the time she became a senior in high school.

Worried about her becoming shy and withdrawn, his parents tasked him with supporting her through whatever was going on.

It was Friday night and with their parents out at the casino for a few hours Patrick took the opportunity and knocked on Alice’s door.

“Go away” she responded, but Patrick allowed himself in and walked over to the bed where she was face down with her face in crook of her arm.

“Sis, I don’t know what’s gotten into you but whatever it is maybe I can help.”

“Nothings wrong” Alice said softly, “er well somethings wrong i just can’t explain it, and with you about to move out makes it worse somehow; you probably think I’m a freak, and you don’t have to pretend to help me, I’m sure you have better things to do.”

Patrick looked at his little step-sis and tried to guess what was going on in her head. And he couldn’t help but wonder why she hid her slim figure under that black sweatshirt and baggy sweats she seemed to wear all the time.

Genuinely feeling bad for her he offered the first thing that came to his mind.

“I think you should be getting outside more, I know your not the sporty type but let’s go for run, get you into some leggings, a cute t-shirt maybe?

Alice let out a sigh of annoyance and Patrick realized he should start with something easy, maybe even fun.

“Ok sis, I’ll tell you what I’ll give you a massage, I swear you’ll feel better, you’ll take a shower and change clothes and then we’ll take a quick jog, better?”

“Actually ya why not” Alice replied as she was surprised how her bro was able to lighten her mood.

“Ok, you can stay lying on onwin giriş your back,” he instructed.

He laid a hand on her lower back as he swung his right leg over her body and sat on his heels. He realized he was straddling his sis at this point but with her thick sweats on it didn’t seem too awkward for either of them.

He ground his knuckles into her hands and wrists, up her arms and squeezed her shoulders. Moving up to her neck Patrick figured she wouldn’t get the full benefit and asked if she was ok with him going under the sweatshirt.

“Sure, ya whatever” she mumbled, but Patrick could tell her stress and worries were melting away.

He felt inspired to give her an excellent full body massage and left her sweatshirt on and instead crawled backwards so that he was facing her feet.

Without asking he slipped off her two white socks and aggressively massaged the soles of her feet, squeezing her cute toes then up to her ankles and slim calves. His movement was restricted somewhat from the baggy sweats.

As he gently ran a finger up and down the back of her knees he noticed her shuddering as if a crazy idea just came to her and she surprised Patrick by saying with her eyes still closed, ” take off these stupid sweats, this massage is amazing and I don’t want to miss anything.”

Trying to figure out what she meant by ‘anything’ Patrick tugs on her sweatpants from the thighs and as it’s pulled over the slope of her butt checks revealing two surprises for Patrick.

Alice had been hiding a delicious perky butt under her shapeless sweats and a neon yellow pair of panties that seem out of place on his shy 18 year old sister. It looks amazing on her tight butt and Patrick does his best not to stare as the sweats are now bunched up around her ankles and he begins kneading his knuckles into her lower, mid and then upper thighs. He can’t believe this perfect butt wrapped in a candy yellow thong belongs to his step-sis that he never once imagined in a sexual way. As he feels guilty for his excitement he backs off the upper thighs and starts massaging her calves again.

“Wait that was starting to feel so good” Alice, still with eyes closed, sounding upset.

Patrick doesn’t ask her to clarify exactly what she wanted and too nervous about his cock beginning to stiffen he grabs her lower back from under the sweatshirt and works his way up and down her back. As he reaches her shoulders he has to crawl back up her legs and sit back on her now exposed butt.

He notices a small smile as he situates himself and his heartbeat starts racing when he hears a tiny moan when he jiggles his body around a little until he’s comfortable.

Squeezing the shoulders where he notices the most tension he runs onwin yeni giriş his fingers up the sides of her body and feels her ribs on her thin frame. A soft obstruction stops his fingers and he embarrassingly realizes he just grazed his sister breasts. He adjusts his sitting position fearing she might feel his hardening boner and she tenses up out of embarrassment and readjusts her body a few too many times as well.

Patrick can’t help himself and needing to stare into his sister’s ass again he scoots back down toward her feet and begins massaging her upper thighs where they meet her butt. He grabs both cheeks to squeeze and push together and rub in all directions.

Alice is less shy now and letting out more and louder cries of pleasure.

Especially when her step brother grabs both ass cheeks and pulls them apart to reveal the thin yellow line of fabric barely covering her ass-hole and her pussy; which has now become a little wet which Patrick can see from the damp spot in her panties.

“I think I’ve had a crush on you since our parents got married last year” Alice whispers shyly.

“I can tell by this little wet spot sis” Patrick says teasingly as he playfully touches the damp panties.

At this touch she arches her little butt in the air and waves it in his face

“Well don’t pretend you don’t like it I could feel your cock getting hard 20 minutes ago” she says now fully awake and in the best mood he’s seen from her in a long time.

Alice looks at him very seriously and says, “can you do me a favor big bro, I mean step brother?” And as she playfully draws a circle around both butt cheeks slowly circulating smaller snd smaller until she points at her butt-hole and asks ” can you massage me here, pretty please?”

Patrick is having a hard time believing this is happening and tells her that sure, whatever it takes to make her happy, as he begins stroking his dick as he stares at the perky ass his sister is proudly sticking up in the air for him.

“Would you like me to massage with my tongue or a finger,” Patrick asks.

“Ummm. Not sure, how about your tongue first, and then one finger. Then if another finger could fit you should try that as well.”

“And I don’t want to sound greedy but you’d be the best step bro in the world if you could fit your dick and a finger in my ass at the same time,” she said with huge smile and her eyes still closed.

Patrick can’t believe his sister is actually talking about this and can’t wait to get started.

He peels her panties to the side and gets a good look at her perfect little butt hole. He softly blows some air on it, spits on it and then slaps her right ass cheek hard so that she yelps out in surprise. Then he softly kisses it onwin güvenilirmi and strokes it up and down with his tongue. He drags his tongue further down to taste his sisters little pussy and glad his parents aren’t home because she lets out a loud moan of pleasure.

Looking at his sisters wet pussy he can’t help himself and sits up on his knees with her butt in the air and takes off his jeans and briefs. His dick bounces out rock hard at seven inches. He brushes the head of his dick against the soft wet lips of Alice’s pussy and she looks at him and begs him to shove it in.

Patrick teases her by lying back down and facing her ass and pussy while flicking his tongue around and as far into her butt crack as he can. As she lets out another loud moan he shoves his finger far into her mouth so the back of her throat coats slimy spit that he can help use to push into her ass. It’s tight and slow but they both enjoy the tight pressure of her hole.

Her butt is resisting his finger and he pushes harder and tells Alice to try and open up for him. She’s able to and it slips in. It’s warm snd tight and Patrick pulls back to just before it pops out he pushes it back in. Several times until he pulls it out and shoves that finger plus a second into her mouth again.

While she’s tasting her finger she looks at him and then looks at his raging cock and nods conveying that yes, it’s time for him to put his cock in her now slightly less tight asshole.

Patrick grabs her hips and places his cock directly into the center of her ass and waits for her hand to reach around and direct the head of his dick into her butthole. It’s wet and the tip of his dick finds a little space to push into and Patrick thrusts more and more into Alice until the whole head is covered and she loves the intense feeling and tells him to go more.

The progress is faster now and after several more thrusts into her ass, his dick is all the way into his step-sisters little ass. While he holds the yellow thong to the side, his dick is fucking his sisters ass as hard as he can while she keeps her face and cries out into her pillows.

He feels ready to cum and pulls out in time to spray wads of cum into the top of her butt crack so that it runs down her crack and onto her pussy.

She rubs his cum around her pussy and sticks her ring finger covered in both their cum into her ass and takes it out and tastes it. With a smile she kisses Patrick’s lips and tells him how much she appreciates taking the time to help out his younger sis.

With a sneaky gin on her face, Alice peels off her little yellow panties and hands them to Patrick

“For you to remember me when you move out,” Alice says with a pouting expression.

Patrick rolls over and texts Brian that he’s gonna save money by living at home for a while longer.

“I’ll keep these anyway sis, go to bed before mom and dad get back, maybe tomorrow you can give me a massage,” Patrick tells her with a kiss on her cheek goodnight.

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