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Hello all! First chapter of a new series that is a collaboration between myself and SurlyUnskilled/Unskilled, another writer.

Contains: futa on female, huge/hyper sizes, cum inflation, etc.

As always, this story is ridiculous and absurd! Comments and feedback are always welcome.

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Stars twinkled against the blanket of night above a large town. The moon shone brightly, half-full and sitting high in the sky. A large sign shone against the darkness, sitting atop a drab, brown-roofed building. “Wildcard Pizza” the sign read, flashing brightly and accompanied by a lit up hand of cards. 3 of the cards faced towards the street and showed all aces, while the last was turned away, showing only a question mark on its back. The cards lit up one by one, before the entire thing flashed brightly; it was a sign that looked more at home on a Las Vegas casino than on a pizza restaurant. Several bodies moved inside, indicating that the location was open even at this late hour.

Through one of the windows that was plastered with advertisements for new specials and items on the menu, one could see several employees standing around. The restaurant was currently empty of customers, which was to be expected of this late hour. Of the employees standing idly, chatting or otherwise occupying themselves, none looked even remotely interested in working. All of the workers were dressed in the same standard uniform: a black t-shirt with a stylized version of the company name emblazoned in white across the front that was tucked into a pair of dark red shorts that ended mid-thigh. A somewhat casual outfit for a simple food chain, but here that was the norm.

A tall, taller than everyone else in the building at least, redhead, leaned her back against a counter, tapping away at her phone. Next to her stood a shorter brunette who’s hair was streaked with lines of pink, fiddling around on a work computer, doing her best to legitimately look busy. Behind them an even shorter black-haired woman, shorter than the partially-dyed brunette, was bent over one of the counters, wiping the same spot on the aforementioned counter with a towel in one hand, while casually scrolling through her phone on the other. Even further behind her, almost hidden behind a shelf of pizza boxes, was the fourth and final employee of the night – a blonde who was arbitrarily shifting items around, humming a song to herself. This group made up the usual night crew at the locally famous Wildcard Pizza restaurant.

This group of girls were representative of the pizza chain’s motto: variety. The blonde in the back who was barely noticeable behind the racks and racks of empty boxes possessed a pair of breasts nearly as large as her torso. The expansive mammaries stretched her shirt to the breaking point and pushed into the metal racks over a foot away from her. Her nipples, which were as big as a grown man’s thumb at the least, and perpetually hard, threatened to tear holes in the stretchy fabric of her shirt. A light clanging could be heard as she moved, a not-so-subtle hint at the pierced-status of her massive milkers.

The next girl, who was pretending to clean the counter she currently leaned over, was no-less remarkable; albeit her insane endowment rested on the other end of the body. Her skinny, ebony-colored legs were attached to a truly enormous posterior. Much like the shirt of the simple uniform, the shorts were also made of an incredibly stretchy material to make up for the ridiculous proportions of the employees. The black girl’s ass tested the elasticity of the fabric, pushing it to its limits. It was like two basketballs had been stuffed into her red shorts, and they jiggled and bounced obscenely with the slightest movements. Her small, skinny frame only made her bountiful behind even more comical looking – comical and sexy.

The two girls at the front appeared to be fairly average to the casual observer. Both possessed nice bodies to be sure – perky butts and large breasts adorned both of their bodies, although the shorter girl was just a little more blessed in these areas. However, if one looked instead at the front of their red shorts, they would notice a peculiar thing: both girls had absurdly large bulges that pushed the crimson fabric outward. The redhead’s bulge sat solidly in the front of her shorts, looking like she was smuggling a soccer ball in her too-small shorts, while the brunette’s bulge was slightly differently shaped; while her shorts were pushed out far, a long bulge also snaked around her waist, reaching halfway across her back. Both of these girls were in fact futanari, a sex that possesed the genitalia of both male and females, while appearing outwardly feminine. Not only were they futanari, they were well-endowed futanari at that.

This was the crew that currently manned the counters and cooking stations at the Wildcard Pizza restaurant. The group of ladies was indicative of the pizza joint’s motto: a fetish for every topping. Big tits, huge asses, girls with dicks and more – you name it, they had it. While other establishments focused on one type of specially ankara2010.com endowed person or another, this pizza place specialized in variety! This was the speech that all the workers got when they first joined, workers who were still screwing around, bored. However, the monotony of the night was soon broken up by the ringing of the phone at the counter, which the brown-haired futa quickly picked up,

“Thank you for calling Wildcard Pizza, a fetish for every topping. This is Amelia speaking, how may I help you?” the brunette futanari, Amelia, answered cheerfully, her voice naturally sliding into her customer service voice, “Mhm. Yes, we are open! Yes we can. Yes that special is currently available. How many people? Ok! The Double Sausage Special? You got it! Can I get a name and address? Ok that’ll be…”

Amelia finished taking the order before hanging up the phone with a bubbly “see you soon!”. She typed several more things into the computer in front of her, finally able to use it for actual work. Pressing another button on the computer, the small personal printer next to the machine whirred to life and printed out 2 receipts. Ripping them apart, Amelia took one and turned around, placing it against the counter that separated the kitchen from the front of the restaurant. Despite the fact that they had clearly gotten an order, none of the girl’s made a move to start actually working. The smiling futa stood there for nearly a minute, holding her end of the receipt in front of her chest, staring at the dickgirl next to her. She wasn’t annoyed quite yet, used to her younger coworker’s laziness.

“Catherine. Catherine. Cat!” Amelia called out, her voice raising an octave with each utterance of the girl’s name, breaking the other futanari from her focus.

“Haha oh my god, Amelia,” the futa, Cat, replied, ignoring the fact that a new order needed to be made, “you have to see this video I just watched. A dog jumps on a -“

“You can show me later! We’re at work and we just got an order, ya know?. An order that requires both of us to be a part of! So why don’t you head to the back and start on the order?”

“Ugh I don’t even know why we make the pizzas!” Cat exclaimed, throwing her arms up dramatically, “they don’t even get eaten half the time!”

“Maybe not by the customers…” Amelia retorted while lifting an eyebrow at the younger futa, her cheery facade slipping for just a moment.

“Well what can I say: a girl gets hungry when she works hard.”

“Whatever you say, Cat!” Amelia said, smiling once more, “why don’t you work hard and go get started on those pizzas? You can even have the other girls help you out.”

Cat grumbled to herself but obediently made her way to the kitchen. Amelia watched her go with a smirk on her face, amused at the young futa’s attitude. She turned back to the counter and started to prep some of the other things that would be needed for this delivery. Some condiments, dipping sauces, lube, napkins, an extra change of clothes for her and Cat – the usuals. Amelia continued to busy herself, occasionally checking the clock to make sure they would be within the delivery window. After about 10 minutes, the partially-pink haired futa turned around, hearing the sound of pizza boxes sliding across the counter. Grabbing an insulated delivery bag off the counter, she grabbed the various sides boxes and put them in their container. There was just one last thing to do before they left.

“Come on Cat, follow me! You know what we have to do before we go!”

The shorter futanari walked over to a side room marked “Employees Only”, with Catherine following behind her, tapping away on her phone once more. They both entered the room, the trailing redhead closing the door behind her. Amelia flipped a switch as she walked into the room, turning on the bright ceiling lights. The room itself was decently sized, enough to fit several people in it. On the right wall, was a mirror that was nearly the same length and width of the wall itself. At the far end of the room was a shower closed off by a thin curtain, with a small vanity covered in various beauty products next to it. The wall opposite of the mirror had several wall hooks, most taken up by extra work uniforms. This was the Wildcard Pizza changing room, something all the employees used almost daily.

“You know the drill,” Amelia hummed out, moving to stand in the front of the mirror, “time to get ready!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Cat replied dismissively, walking over to the vanity, mumbling to herself about how much she hated makeup. The redhead sat down in the wooden seat in front of the vanity, and quickly grabbed a tube of lipstick amongst the clutter of beauty care objects. She applied the red lipstick, trying to make her naturally thin lips look plumper then they were. Smacking her lips together several times, satisfied with the coating, she put the lipstick down. The redhead grabbed a palette of blush and applied it to her cheeks, putting some color on her otherwise pale skin; the blush also helped make her face look more mature and cover the bit of chub her face refused to drop. She dabbed a bit over her nose, wishing there was an easier way to cover the smattering of freckles that dotted her nose and the area under her eyes. Lastly, she grabbed a tube of black eyeliner and traced her eyes with it, her fierce green orbs staring back at her from the vanity mirror.

Standing in front of the wall-sized mirror, Amelia looked at herself in its large expanse. Unlike Cat, she had come to work prepared, and her face was already peppered with various makeup products. Her own soft blue eyes, already framed by a lighter helping of eyeliner, looked back at her, studying her form critically. Her short brown hair was nice and styled, with a single large strand falling in front of her face. It was cut unevenly, one side purposefully trimmed shorter than the other. Her hair was naturally brown, but she had dyed it pink in some places. She thought it was cute – cute and youthful looking. It also rarely got messy, even at work, so she didn’t need to brush it before she left. Her light gold eyeshadow and pink lipstick looked good, so she wouldn’t need to reapply it.

Sighing, Amelia reached behind herself and began to unhook her bra. Sliding it out of one of her shirt sleeves, she turned around and hung it on one of the empty wall hooks. She jiggled her large breasts in front of the mirror, her chest bouncing inside of her shirt. Even though her tits were never the main focus of the deliveries she made, it never hurt to look extra sexy; besides, she didn’t bring a backup bra and hers would inevitably get dirty by the night’s end. As the futa brought her hands down to her shorts, planning on doing something similar with her lower package, Cat bounded up next to her, bumping into her purposefully as she did.

“Checking to see if your boobs started to sag yet?” Cat teased, reaching behind her head and undoing the ponytail that held her fiery hair back. Amelia smiled at her, doing her best to ignore the comment. She watched through the mirror as Catherine’s hair fell out of the ponytail and cascaded down her back. The natural redhead ran her hands through her hair, throwing some over her shoulder to rest on her chest. She was lucky she had naturally vibrant and pretty hair. Cat quickly mimicked Amelia and removed her bra as well – although the shorter futa didn’t even know why she bothered with one, her breasts still sat high on her chest due to her youth.

Shaking her head, Amelia once again reached her hands down to her shorts. Untucking her shirt from her pants, she pulled the waistband of the shorts out with one hand, while reaching in with the other. Amelia grabbed her flaccid, meaty penis, and began to pull it towards the front of her crotch. She could feel her lengthy shaft snake around her waist, before it finally coiled at her groin. Several inches of soft shaft stuck up and out from the waistband of her shorts due it’s huge size. Very carefully the futa adjusted her length, wrapping it around itself and making sure it all stayed put. Releasing her waistband and tucking her shirt back in, Amelia checked her bulge once more, making small adjustments through the red fabric and making sure everything looked right.

Catherine was doing the same, although her genitals were already prominently protruding from the front of uniform. She stared at Amelia out of the corner of her eye, a touch of envy contorting her features. Amelia, for her part, noticed, but did nothing but continue to smile. The two futas looked over themselves and each other once more, both satisfied with how they looked. Amelia led the way once more, opening the door and turning the light off behind Cat. The pair walked towards the counter, red headed futa grabbing the bagged pizzas, while Amelia opened a drawer and pulled out a set of keys. The two headed towards the door, Cat walking a little more quickly than Amelia. Reaching the door first, she held it open, motioning with her free arm for the shorter futa to go first.

“Age before beauty.” Cat said a bit loudly, a sly grin touching her lips. Amelia ignored the comment, her smile twitching slightly, and walked out of the restaurant. A blast of cool air hit her in the face, a welcome change from the hot, stuffy atmosphere of the building. Cat followed behind once more, the door shutting automatically, a bell jingling as it closed. The two headed to a plain black car that was topped by a sign showing off the company logo. Unlocking the door with the key fob in her hands, Amelia got into the car and started the engine, while Catherine hopped into the passenger seat. While the red head put on her seatbelt and settled the insulated bag onto her lap, Amelia plugged in the delivery address into the car’s GPS. Wasting no time, Amelia sped out of the parking lot, the sign on top of the car lighting up as they went.

“Mmmm, we should stop by Daisy’s after the delivery. I think I can finish the challenge this time!” Cat said, staring out of the window. They had been driving for several minutes already, and had passed one of the numerous billboards that littered the town. This featured another locally famous eatery, Daisy’s Double Decker Dairy Delights, an ice cream shop with a mouthful of a name that most people just called “Daisy’s” for short. The billboard featured a woman, supposedly Daisy herself, dressed in a skimpy outfit with a clear theme – a necklace with a large bell adorned the woman’s next, and she was dressed in a pair of overalls colored by black and white spots. Her outfit wasn’t the only thing that drew parallels to a certain farm animal.

“Oh Cat, you always want to go to Daisy’s!” Amelia laughed, her own eyes drawn to the lurid image on the giant sign. The woman, obviously dressed like a cow, had a pair of tits that put even the futa’s own blonde coworker to shame. Her breasts took up the entirety of her torso, the top curves of her mountainous mounds nearly touching her chin, the bottoms hanging near her waistline. Her giant mammaries poked out of the sides of her torso, covering her arms in the picture and stretching the fabric of the bovine-themed overalls to their limits. The only thing you couldn’t see were her nipples, but even the large straps of the overalls couldn’t completely cover the entirety of her large areolas; the pink edges poking out from the strained fabric hinted at their true gigantic size. Cat could feel herself practically drooling as the billboard faded into the background, thinking of all the absurdly-blessed girl’s that worked there.

“Fuck I don’t understand why anyone would want to go anywhere else!”

“Well, some people like different things! Besides, did you look at where we’re delivering too?”

Realizing she had in fact not bothered to check the details of the delivery, Cat grabbed the receipt off of the bag sitting on her lap. Her eyebrow raised and a devilish grin crept onto her painted red lips. According to the order, it looked like they were delivering to a party of 5, which was more than she had expected; a good thing too, cause it meant she didn’t have to share as much with Amelia. Scanning over the paper, her eyes fell onto the address, and her smirk widened even more. Cat recognized the location – it was on the so-called “Sorority Row” street that neighbored the local university. Cat’s night was looking like it wasn’t gonna be so boring after all.

Still smiling, Amelia glanced over at Cat, glad that she would probably be in a better mood now. The brunette, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant. Delivering to the college always made her nervous. She generally didn’t care about seeing people she’d known – she’d worked at this job long enough to be used to making deliveries to people she was familiar with. But the college was a different story. Amelia shook her head of these thoughts, and focused on her driving once more. It had been a long time ago and there wouldn’t be anyone there that recognized her.

Pulling up to the street, Amelia scanned the houses, looking for the right address. Cat didn’t bother helping, once again aimlessly scrolling through her phone. Spotting the correct house, Amelia pulled the car up, parking on the street. Killing the engine, the pair sat in silence as Amelia tapped a few things onto her phone, sending a message to the store; a simple, routine precaution that the workers took to let the other employees still at the store know that they had arrived at the delivery destination. This was mostly because the time it took to “complete” the deliveries often varied and could take several hours. Cat reached up to her ears, unscrewed the 2 small, diamond earrings she had pierced through each lobe, and dropped them in the center cup holder of the car. Amelia sighed, put her phone in the dashboard of the car, and smiled once more. She turned to Cat.

“Ready to make the delivery?”

“Hell yeah!” Cat exclaimed, following suit and putting her own phone in the dashboard, “Let’s give ’em some pizza they’ll never forget!”

Amelia chuckled at Cat’s enthusiasm. Her attitude always changed when she knew she was getting some. The pair got out of the car, the redhead shouldering the bag of pizzas, and made their way to the house. The night air was brisk, putting a pep in their step as they marched forward. A cold breeze blew across the futanaris, causing them to shiver slightly in their thin uniforms. Both of their nipples grew hard against their shirts, poking through the fabric. Neither paid any mind to this development as it only made them look sexier. Coming up to the house, both of the girls stopped for a moment and stared.

The Sorority House was grandiose and, well, on the gaudy side. Large white steps led up to an overly-large landing and a pair of large, wood double doors. The landing was flanked on each side by several white pillars that reached to the roof. A banner flying the name of the sorority, some string of Greek letters that Cat didn’t know how to pronounce and that Amelia knew all too well, hung above the doorway, professionally but cutely decorated. Tall windows dotted the front of the building, long curtains blocking anyone from seeing inside. The pair walked up, Cat grumbling under her breath about the annoyingly large steps, and stood in front of the entrance. They stood there for nearly a minute in silence before Cat turned to look at Amelia.

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Becoming Abby Ch. 10

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Note from the Author

I would like to take a moment to thank everyone that has been reading along with Abby’s adventures. All of the comments, and private messages, have been really encouraging. Please don’t hesitate to comment or send me a mail. I always try and respond to each of them.

I am sorry that it has taken so long to get this chapter out, but I truly hope that it was worth the wait.

As always I want to say thank you to Garth for taking the time to pre-read and help with the editing of my writing. He is always very patient, even when I have silly questions about punctuation.

I have a very special thank you I want to give to Mistress M.

Thank you for allowing me to write these stories and share a little bit of myself with others.

Thank you for accepting me for who I am and helping me to become a better me.

Thank you for being you.

Abby

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My face was scarlet for the entire walk. I kept my eyes down, trying to watch where I was putting each foot with each step. I didn’t look around at the people I was passing, or even pay attention to the conversations that they may, or may not be having once I was past. My hands, as if having a mind of their own, kept slipping back and tugging down the back of my skirt. It was bad enough that everyone could see my tail, but what would they say if they saw the damning words Mistress had added to my body?

I physically relaxed once I was inside the breakroom. It looked like I was at least going to have the place to myself this time. Someone had found, and added a second coffee pot to the counter, so it looked like Pam was going to get her wish of two pots after all. I quickly went about the preparations. I couldn’t figure out why they had so much trouble repeating what I did. Just don’t use as much coffee, and clean the basket out between pots.

Just as I clicked on the second pot to brew, a noise behind me got my attention. I turned and looked towards the door, where a bright-red-faced Rose was standing with her coffee cup in hand.

“Hello, Rose,” I said softly.

The grin that split her face was infectious. “Hello, Abby. I see your Mistress gave you permission to talk now.”

I shook my head. “Only to you, and only if we are alone,” I answered.

“I see,” she said. “Well, if the others find out you are here making coffee, we won’t be alone for long.” Her face turned a brighter red. “And if some of them saw what I saw on your ass, you won’t be leaving without help.”

My hands darted to the back of my skirt as my face burned.

“Oh, they would have to really be looking to see, Abby,” Rose said. “I… um… wanted to see more of your tail, so I was looking pretty close. And you were all stretched out reaching up for the coffee filters.”

I tried to hide my blushing face by looking back at the coffee pots. They were only half finished. It was going to be at least another five minutes before I could leave. When I turned back around, Rose had moved closer. She was now only about two feet away from me, and still smiling.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” she said. “I have had much worse written on me. Across my chest, my ass, my thighs, even my face.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Mistress has never done this before. She is… testing my limits.”

“Owners are good for that,” Rose answered. “Can I ask? Who she let use your ass as a cum dump?”

I just thought my face was burning before. It seemed to be an inferno now, at such a direct question.

“You don’t have to answer,” Rose said stepping closer. “It’s just… when you turned around a minute ago… you were leaking.”

Leaking! My hand shot between my thighs, and sure enough there was a line of wetness running down between them. I whimpered and grabbed a paper towel to try and clean it up a little. I felt Rose’s light touch on my hand.

“Here, let me help you,” she said softly. She took the paper towel from my hand. “Turn around, and put your hands on the counter. We don’t want you smearing your Mistress’s writing.”

Her touch was as gentle as her fingers on my hand. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as she slowly moved higher.

“Wow, there must be a lot in there to be leaking this much,” Rose said. “I’m kinda jealous now.”

I didn’t think it possible to blush more than I already was, but somehow I did.

“And no panties,” Rose continued. “Abby, you are one lucky gurl today.”

Her fingers pressed a little against my tail plug as she tried to clean up the last of the leak. I bit back the moan I felt trying to escape and bent a little more over the counter. I really am a slut. Someone rattled the door to the break room.

“Hey! Why is this door locked?” they called.

I stood up and looked back at the door. Rose was really quick. She had already pulled my skirt back down where it belonged, and was halfway across the room to the door. She tossed a smile back at me while crossing her lips with her finger, telling me to be ankara2010.com quiet. I blushed and looked at my feet again as she opened the door.

“Sorry about that, Pam,” Rose said. “I keep telling you that this damn door sticks sometimes.”

I had turned my back to the door and was making a coffee for Mistress, but I heard Pam walk in, and the rattle as she inspected the door.

“I will tell Missy again,” she said. “I keep telling her we need a full time maintenance person. Ahh, I see we have coffee again.”

Keeping my eyes down, I turned around holding a cup of coffee for Mistress and smiled softly. Pam was already on her way over to get one of her own.

“Thank you, Slut,” Pam said.

The look of shock on Rose’s face as she mouthed the word ‘Slut’ questioningly at me, was priceless. I could only smile and shrug as I headed for the door. She reached out and touched my arm softly as I walked past her. Pam just kept running on about trying to get Mistress to hire me as a full-time coffee slut.

Several people saw me walk out of the breakroom with a cup of coffee in my hands. They must have been under orders from Pam to stay away until I left. I was forced to stand to the side as they rushed past me. Some leaning over to take a sniff at the coffee in my hands.

One younger man, he couldn’t have been twenty yet, took longer than the rest to sniff at the coffee. His nose may have been pointed at the cup, but his eyes were clearly on my chest. I couldn’t say anything, or even move from the spot I was in.

Another man grabbed his arm on the way past. “Come on, Chuck, there is not going to be any coffee left.”

“Yeah, OK,” Chuck answered moving down the hall with his friend.

“Dude, you are going to have to learn to be more discreet,” his friend was telling him. “I don’t blame you for looking. But ogling her chest like that is enough to get you fired, if not sued for sexual harassment.”

“Sorry, Paul,” I heard Chuck say as they moved away. “But, did you see what she was wearing? And her nipples just hanging out there for everyone to see. It’s not right to punish me for looking at what’s on display.”

I couldn’t hear Paul’s response as they had moved too far away. But what did he mean ‘nipples just hanging out there’? Looking down at my chest, I nearly dropped the cup of coffee I was holding. My nipples were definitely showing. I tried to think how this could have happened, and why Rose or Pam didn’t tell me about it before I went walking through the building.

It must have been when Mistress bent me over the desk. I had my hands behind me at one point, laying on my chest. The back and forth motion, must have let my breasts fall out of the deep plunge bra. The cups barely covered my nipples at the best of times. Now my breasts were pushed together a little more, and my nipples poked over the edge of the cups. I pulled at my bra through my top, and was just able to get my nipples covered again.

Mistress had her head down, as she looked over a file on her desk. Walking around, I found my pillow in its place at the corner, so I knelt and held out the coffee. She didn’t even lift her eyes from what she was reading as she reached out. I guided the coffee cup to her hand, and let it go as she took it. She took a long sip, then nodded and put it on the corner of her desk.

I knelt beside her for a good thirty minutes as she flipped through the pages of the file, sometimes making a note, other times referencing things on her computer. Mistress seemed happy with her results when she closed the file and looked at me.

“Well, Slut,” she said. “I have a meeting in about ten minutes with the wardrobe department from another motion picture.” She put her hand on top of the file. “I have here a list of some of the things they are looking for, and as it so happens I have several examples in stock. I am just not sure what I am going to do with you while I am so busy.”

I wiggled around a little, trying to get comfortable on my pillow.

“You see, I have thought about what Pam said,” Mistress started. “Today is likely not a good day to have my slut at work, not for this meeting any ways.”

She had just picked up her phone, when it beeped at her. “Ah, Jo, I had almost forgotten.”

Mistress read through the text Jo had sent her, then looked at me. “It seems that my problem has been solved,” she said. “Jo has asked if I would loan you to her for the afternoon, as Holly is still feeling the effects of last night.”

I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about what happened last night. Mistress had picked up the office phone and punched a number in. “Pam, could you come to my office, please? And bring Rose with you, if you would. Thanks.”

It was only a couple of minute’s wait before there was a knock at the door, and Pam entered, followed closely by Rose.

Mistress got to her feet and moved around to lean against her desk. “Pam, I was thinking about what you said earlier, about today not being a good day for my coffee slut to be here. After going over the file for this meeting, I find myself agreeing.”

Pam was nodding. “Yes, while she makes a hell of a cup of coffee, I don’t think the execs would be overly impressed.”

“No, I think not,” Mistress answered. “And to address that, I would like to ask Rose here if she would be willing to take my slut home for me.”

Rose, to her credit, did her best not to jump for joy as she answered. “Of course! I would be happy to help,” she said.

“Good,” Mistress answered. “Then it is all settled. If you two will excuse us for a moment, I have some last minute instructions for my slut, and then she will join you directly, Rose.”

Pam and Rose backed out of the office, and Mistress turned her attention back to me.

“Come here, Slut,” she said pointing at the spot right in front of her.

I moved to my feet, then quickly moved over to stand on the spot she pointed to.

Mistress looked me up and down slowly, then wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. Her tongue probed for entrance. I parted my lips, accepting it with pleasure. She pulled me tighter to her as our tongues danced. One of her hands found my breast, cupping it tightly, while the other gripped my ass.

Our lips came apart as Mistress looked up into my eyes. “You have no idea how excited this has made me.”

I blushed and smiled at the same time. “I am glad you have enjoyed our time today, Mistress.”

“Stop that,” she said. “I’m being serious right now. I can’t keep you here any longer, my pet. I don’t think I could control myself. I can’t afford to blow this meeting, and if you were there, I would be hard pressed not to throw you on the table and fill your ass with even more cum.”

I smiled as she continued. “You are too much of a distraction. I swear, I’m going to have to break out a pantie liner to help with the flood you are causing between my legs.”

I reached out my hand towards the front of her pants, but she grabbed it half way there. “No, that will only make it worse, and make it that much harder for me to send you away. Besides, Rose is waiting on you, and Jo really did ask for your help.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, clasping my hands behind my back.

Mistress cupped both my breasts in her hands, and squeezed them gently. “God… You are so distracting today.” Shaking her head, she let go and stepped back behind her desk. “OK, so, you are to let Rose take you home. You may still talk to her while you are together. Once you are home, you will change into your basic maid’s uniform. Lose the tail, and um… clean up the mess.” This part came out with a smile. “You can wear whatever bra and panties you like under your maid’s uniform. And then you will drive yourself over to Jo’s house.”

I was nodding, taking mental notes of everything she was telling me. “Yes, Mistress,” I answered.

Mistress came back around the desk, and slid a hand under my skirt, grasping my cock gently. “Jo knows my rules, as do you. While you are there without me, you will obey Jo as if she were me, with one exception. If she tries to break my rules, you have my permission to disobey.”

I swallowed hard as her hand gripped me a little tighter.

“I don’t think that she will,” Mistress said. “But, just in case.” She let me go, then leaned in and kissed me again. “OK, get going before I have you bend me over this desk.”

Being bold, I stepped into her and kissed her long and hard, before turning and heading for the door.

“Good work, my Slut,” she called after me. “That just earned you ten strikes when we get home.”

I couldn’t hide my grin when I stepped out of the office to find Rose waiting.

“Well, it looks like you got something to be excited about,” she said when she saw me. “Want to share?”

I nodded and leaned down close. “I get a spanking later,” I whispered.

“Lucky you,” Rose said with a smile. “Let’s go. I have to get back for this meeting. Seems I will be modeling some of the outfits.”

I smiled and followed her out to her car, my mind racing, thinking about more time alone with my Mistress.

Rose’s car was nothing special to look at, just a little beater to get her from point A to point B. Rose got in on the driver’s side, then reached across to unlock the passenger’s door. As I pulled it open, Rose patted the passenger’s seat.

“Come on, Gurl! You can do it!” she encouraged in a voice like speaking to a dog.

I blushed, but giggled and wagged my tail for her a little before sitting down.

“Such a good Gurl! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!” Rose said scratching the top of my head. “Now, buckle up, safety first.”

I pulled the door closed, and fastened my seat belt.

Rose patted my leg. “You’re such a good Gurl! Your Mistress really has you trained well. She should be proud. Now, who wants to go for a car ride?”

I giggled and smiled at her. “You don’t have to treat me like a puppy Rose,” I said.

“Hey! No back talk!” Rose snapped. “Your Mistress asked me to take you home, so that means I am in charge. Is that understood?”

I nodded and answered, “Yes, Miss Rose.”

Rose almost squealed with joy at my answer. She started the car, backed out of her parking space, and pulled around to the exit of the parking lot.

“Umm… I don’t know where you live,” she said coming to a stop.

I looked at her, and she looked at me. I don’t know why it was so funny, but suddenly the two of us were cracking up laughing. As soon as I could breathe, I gave her basic directions and we started off.

The trip was very enjoyable. We talked, or should I say Rose talked about her pack. I could hardly get a word in before she would shoot off another long winded explanation about pack life. I actually learned many interesting things that I would have to discuss with Mistress when I got the chance. The most important thing I learned was that the pack is more than just a group of people. They are family. They have a bond to each other that transcends the physical.

If one member of the pack was in distress, then the whole pack, Owners and pups alike, would come together to help that member. Rose tried to explain the feeling of the bond she had to her pack. She said that she didn’t feel obligated to any of them. There was never this feeling of she had to do anything because she owed the pack. She wanted to help because she cared about each member. They are her family. Even more so than if they were blood relatives.

I was amazed at the stories she told me about her pack. It seemed like we had just started talking, when I gave Rose the last few directions and she pulled in the driveway of my home.

“Well, Abby, it has been fun talking to you,” she said. “I really hope that we get a chance to talk some more, and maybe your Mistress will bring you by to play with the pack.”

I blushed. “It was very nice to talk to you as well, Rose. Thank you for your help in the breakroom today. ”

“You’re welcome. Well, I better get back. Pam wanted me as a model for the meeting,” Rose said.

I opened the door and stood up out of the car with a little more grace than at the office this morning. Just as I was about to step away and close the door, I felt a tug on the back of my skirt.

“Be still a second, I’m fixing the back of your skirt,” Rose said from behind me. “There, now, be sure to swing those hips as you go to the door.”

Stepping away from the door, I pushed it closed, then leaned down to look Rose in the eyes. “Really, Miss Rose?” I asked? She had pulled the back of my skirt up, and tucked it into the waistband, exposing my ass and its damning label to the world.

“Yes, really,” she said. “And the longer you stand here complaining about it, the more chance your neighbors are going to see, and the later you are making me for getting back.”

If she only knew that my neighbors had likely seen much worse than my bared ass. I rolled my eyes at her, then giggled and blew her a kiss before straightening up and heading for the house. I gave my best impression of a runway model, swaying my hips back and forth with each step so that my tail would swing side to side. Just as I reached the door, there was a toot from her horn as Rose backed out of the driveway. I opened the door and went inside.

As soon as the door was closed behind me, I headed directly for the bathroom. My only stop on the way was to pick up my cell phone from the sideboard in the hallway. I pulled my shirt up, and tucked my phone into my bra, then reached for the zipper of my skirt. The cramping in my belly was getting much worse now that I was moving again. My skirt fell to the bathroom floor as I basically ran the last few steps to the toilet. This was going to be tricky.

Because I was still wearing my tail, I couldn’t actually sit down on the toilet. I was forced to straddle it and squat down as close as I could. I was holding my tail up behind me with one hand, and holding onto the sink with the other to keep my balance. I should have taken off my heels first, but the pressure was getting to me. I squatted lower, and started pushing the plug out.

The fluid that started running down my legs was warm, but it was also going to make a mess. I pushed harder, moaning as the massive plug stretched my ass wide. There was a pop and a gush as I fell on the seat. I sat there, breathing deep against the stinging pain from removing the plug so fast. It still hung from my hand, the heavy metal plug swinging back and forth from the tail I was clutching. I laid it on the floor and put both hands on my belly.

Each time I pushed down on my belly, it felt like another gallon of cum poured from my ass. I know there was not that much really, but after holding it in my bowels for so long it sure felt like it. Now that I felt a little relief, I took time to kick off my heels, and look at my cell phone.

There were two missed calls, both from Miss Jo, but no voice messages. I also had three text messages. One from Mistress, one from Jo, and one from Chris, I started with Mistress of course.

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On the Beach Ch. 18

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The pile of sofa cushions on the balcony brought back the night’s memories to Bill when he walked out onto the balcony and into the early morning sun. The beach umbrellas were not yet up and there were more birds than people on the beach. He watched the gulls and the long-legged birds running along the water’s edge clean up the beach from the nighttime parties.

Bill thought that Murphy was going to spend the night and after making love twice she fell asleep in his arms. Sometime during the night he awoke with a full bladder and she was gone. He didn’t know what time she had returned to her condo but her place in the bed was already cold. She had told him that she was going back home to confront Robert and figure out what they were going to do. Robert had called her cell phone several times but she refused to answer and the one time that she called their home number the voice mail picked up and she left a message telling him that she was OK and then hung up with no further explanation.

Drying off after his shower, Bill could smell the brewed coffee he had started before shaving and showering. He wondered if there was any donuts left and then decided that he was going to go out and get some real breakfast after having a cup of coffee. He thought of calling Murphy but decided against it. She had enough on her mind if she was going to leave that morning and he was sure that she would call him before she left.

They both knew that it was a dim possibility that they would continue their relationship back in Virginia but if she did kick Robert out maybe they could get together. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to interfere in their marriage if she did decide to try and make it work or at least learn to put up with her husband.

Murphy’s Escalade was nowhere in sight as Bill maneuvered his truck down the ramps of the parking garage.

“Maybe she’s gone and didn’t want to see me before she left,” he mused with a feeling of disappointment. “Well, it was good while it lasted!” he said aloud as he pulled out into the light, early morning traffic onto Ocean Boulevard.

The stack of pancakes quickly disappeared along with the poached eggs and corned beef hash at the Golden Griddle restaurant. The local paper had very little national news and he wasn’t familiar with the place names of the local stuff about zoning and the building boom in the area. A final cup of coffee and he was back in his truck and ready for the day.

“Hi Mr. Hughes,” the voice said from behind his beach chair.

Bill knew who it was before he saw her. He was slouched in his beach chair with his head towards one side. Opening his eyes underneath the peak of his ball cap, he almost went cross-eyed trying to focus on the crotch of her bathing suit almost touching the peak of his cap about three inches from his nose. His eyes moved from her crotch to the yellow Lifeguard badge and back to her crotch. It samsun escort didn’t look like there was a lining in the suit or else she had removed it. The red material of the suit was trapped between a pair of pussy lips that were slowly moving closer to his face until he could have stuck out his tongue and licked them.

“Where’s your friend?”

“Uh, I don’t know where she is,” he lied.

She had her lifesaving board slung over her shoulder by its strap and she was carrying a water bottle. The modest suit that must have been standard for the Lifeguards covered her breasts but her nipples were stretching the fabric as if they were trying to poke through and into the sunlight.

“That’s too bad,” she commiserated in a tone that told Bill she was not at all sad at his report.

“She may be shopping or playing golf with her husband,” he continued. “She really wasn’t my friend, she was just an acquaintance.”

“I saw you on the beach the other night,” she told him with a wry smile. “You looked real friendly then!”

Bill didn’t know how to respond so he just looked up at her and smiled. Then he deliberately traced his eyes down over her breasts and belly to her crotch where he paused for a moment before raising them back up to her face.

Missy smiled and stuck her tongue out at him and elaborately ran it across her lips.

“I’d better get back to work before my boss sees me messing with the guests,” she said turning and facing the water. She purposely swung her hip so that it pushed up against his face almost knocking his cap off of his head. “See you later.”

Bill tried to relax so that his growing erection inside of his tight jock strap would quiet down. Closing his eyes and pulling his cap back down he avoided looking at the young women and mothers that were setting up the towels all around him. It took a few minutes of thinking about work before he relaxed enough to get up off of his chair and walk into the water to cool off in the ocean.

The shower felt good as the warm water washed the salt from his body while he shampooed his hair. Not sure of what to do with the rest of the morning, Bill settled on slouching in a chair on the balcony and reading his email with the slow Wi-Fi connection he was pirating. Bored with waiting for the long list of emails to download, he left his laptop on the table and walked into the kitchen to get a beer from the refrigerator. The door chimes sounded just as he popped the top and he left the can on the table to open the door.

“Thank god your home, Billy,” she said as she brushed past him and continued on down the hall towards the master bedroom. “I forgot my key and I have to go to the bathroom real bad.”

Bill’s mouth was open as if he was about to speak but no words came out as he watched Murphy click-clack her way down the tiled hall in her white, spike-heeled shoes. She carried a samsunkurdu.com white purse and wore a white skirt and a white, sleeveless over blouse. Bill could see the faint shadows of her legs through her skirt when she reached the sunlit living room.

Bill was about ten steps behind her as he followed her down the hall and he watched in silence as she tossed her purse on a chair and turned into the master bedroom door. He reached the bathroom door in time to see her pull up her skirt and pull down her pantyhose and panties before sitting on the toilet seat. The only sound was the hiss of her urine as she peed against the porcelain of the toilet. He was still silent when she looked over at him and smiled to acknowledge his presence. He raised his hand and made as if to speak when she stopped him by putting her finger up to her lips indicating she wanted him to be quiet.

Giving a little grunt to force the last drops out, she formed a pad of several sheets of toilet paper and wiped herself. Looking carefully at the pad she dropped it between her legs and forming another one from the roll she repeated the wiping and looking process.

Bill’s unsnapped his shorts and pulling the zipper down he allowed them to puddle at his feet. The toilet flushed and he looked up to see her raise herself up off of the seat and watch the water and the discarded pads circle until they disappeared down the drain. He grasped his erection bobbing in front of him and started to slowly stroke himself until she looked up at him with a little smile and gently shook her head to tell him she didn’t want him to continue. He stopped stroking and not quite knowing what to do with his hands he wrapped one around his waist and caressed his chest and nipples with the other.

It was like watching a movie that he had seen many times before. She examined the crotch of her panties before she rested her right foot on her left knee and removed her shoe. Repeating the process with her left foot she left that foot resting on her knee and massaged her toes through the nylon of her hose.

After repeating the massage with her other foot she rolled her panty hose down over her knees and tugged them off of her feet. When Bill realized that she was wearing thigh high stocking underneath the pantyhose, his erection throbbed and he succumbed to the feeling by cupping his balls and gently fondling them in their sack.,

Her panties came off next and she placed them on the sink next to her before standing and removing her blouse and unzipping her skirt. Stepping out of it she folded it neatly before hanging it over the towel rack. Her bra followed and holding onto the sink for balance she maneuvered her shoes right side up with her foot and stepped into it. It was an erotic sight to watch her height increase by three inches when she stood in the high-heeled shoe and repeat the process with the other one. He silently watched as she picked up her pantyhose and panties and ignoring his presence, she walked by him and into the bedroom.

Standing next to the bed she looked out into the living room and called, “Is that you son, I’m in my room changing. Why don’t you come up so we can talk.”

Bill’s knees almost buckled and he let out a gasp when she sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped her hand into the leg of her pantyhose.

Looking directly at him she said, “Come in son so I can help you with that.”

Bill slowly walked over to stand in front of her and when he came close enough she threaded the leg of the pantyhose over his erection until it was trapped in the foot. Placing her panties into his hand she touched his wrist and encouraged him to raise them towards his face before slipping her other arm into the remaining pantyhose leg and squeezing his ass cheek, she pulled him towards herself with her nylon covered hand.

Bill whimpered when she began caressing his hard cock through the nylon as he caressed his face with her panties. They smelled of pussy musk and perfume and when she took his erection into her mouth through the nylon hose and sucked hard, he lost it and grasped the back of her head to hold her while he jetted out ropes of cum through the nylon mesh and onto her tongue.

“Oh, mommy, mommy! I love you!” he cried as she continued to suck him until he couldn’t stand the sensations that had sensitized his cock to a point where he couldn’t bear to have it touched.

Pulling back from her mouth, Bill collapsed to his knees on the floor between Murphy’s legs and fell forward pushing her onto her back on the bed. Resting his face on her belly, he shuddered and panted as the last crampy spasms worked their way from his groin and into his still hard cock pushing the final drops of semen out onto the bed sheet.

Murphy lay quietly and gently caressed his face and head with her hands still wrapped in the nylon. Bill finally raised his head and looked into her face creased with a smile so wide he thought she would split it wide open.

“Like that?” she asked and giggled. “I do remind you of your mother, don’t I?”

“Goddamn, woman! You are something else. I don’t believe you just did that!”

“I hope I remembered everything you told me,” she said. “I added the second pair of stockings because I figured that you would like them and I wanted you to have something to remember me by. Did I succeed?”

“I wouldn’t have forgotten you without this little charade we just played out but now you are embedded in my brain forever you little minx! I thought you had left without saying goodbye and I was a little hurt by it. Now I see what you have been doing. Where were you this morning? Shopping?”

“Yep! All for you! Well, almost. I enjoyed it too. Now come up here and make love to me. Have you recovered enough?”

“I’ve been recovered if that’s what you want to call it. I may stay hard for a week after that episode.”

“Good, but I won’t be here for a week so come up here and use it all up in the next hour.”

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My Day Off

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I am a 32 year old woman. My name is Tiffany. I have two school-age kids and have been married since I was 18 years old. Even though I have two kids, I have been told many times that I don’t look it and get compliments on my 5’4″ 38-24-36 body all the time. This is my story.

It was a Thursday just like any other. My work week had been so stressful I was going crazy. I seemed to have a million projects going on at once. The only thing I did different on this Thursday was decide to stay home from work and take a break. I called in to my stick in the ass boss and faked a slight cough as I explained that I wasn’t feeling very well, and yes I too hoped it was the 24-hour variety illness.

I had a few minutes before I had to wake the kids up. Feeling frisky I decided to join my husband in the shower. I snuck into the large bathroom sneaking across the floor to the shower. He was so busy whistling while he was washing his hair he didn’t even know I was there. I snuck in behind him, the droplets of water splashing onto my supple 38-D tits, exciting me even more. I pinched my nipples slightly, making the little pink buds very erect. I was right behind him now. I moved in and simultaneously bit the back of his neck and reached down and caressed his balls.

“Geez Tiffany!” he exclaimed as he jumped from me as if I had burned him. “What the fuck do you think you are doing? I’ve got to get ready for work.”

Not ready to give up just yet, I tried to be a little more convincing. I moved closer and let my hard nipples brush onto his chest as I kissed him softly but urgently on his lips.

“Aww, c’mon honey, can’t you be just a little late today? It’s been so long and I need your cock so bad.” I let my fingers run down his back and caressed his ass. His ass has to be his best feature, and I loved to feel it.

He reached back and grabbed my hands and held them in front of him. Pulling back from me he announced, “I told you, I’ve just been busy lately. This project is taking a lot of time and once we get it all wrapped up there will be more time for us, but now I have to go.” And with that he got out of the shower, grabbed his towel, and headed out the bathroom door, obviously not waiting around to dry off just in case I made another advance on him.

Busy? Well that may be true, but I knew that there would not be an “us time” later. There would always be another project, and it would always have priority. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband very much, and it’s not like he’s a bad lover. In fact, I love to feel his 8 inch cock, and he always makes me cum. It was just that it had been a while. It had been over 2 months since we had sex, and I thought I was going to explode. The shower had in fact become my new best friend. He thinks that any sex toys are far too taboo and will not allow them, so I am left to my own devices. I masturbate in the shower almost daily, playing with my tender clit as the water rains down on it until I finally cum; it has been my only release. I always wondered what toys would be like, but I was a good, obedient wife, and if my husband told me no I listened. What difference did I know anyways, I figured. He had been my first and to this day was my only. It had never occurred to me to stray from him. I never had the desire, though lately my body had been stirring in ways I never imagined possible.

Sighing in defeat, trying to let the hot water melt my frustration away, I stood in the shower and washed my body. Unfortunately, by the time I was feeling any better, the clock on the bathroom wall told me it was time to get out and get the kids up. Oh well, looks like there will be no fun today.

I got out of the shower and dried off. I knew it couldn’t be that I was unappealing. I may not be as petite and fresh as when I was just 18, but my 130 pound body had curves in all the right places. I quickly threw my hair up, stopping for just a second to wonder what it would be like to dye it blonde, and if that would make any difference. I hadn’t changed my hairstyle in a while, it’s strawberry blonde, curly, and comes to just below my shoulders. I grabbed a light pink terry cloth robe off of the back of the bathroom door and turned back to the mirror. After a second thought I took my hair down and tousled it around. He might be in a hurry, but maybe I can at least get a second look before he runs out the door. I went to my bedroom and managed to get some panties on when I heard him yelling up the stairs, “Are you going to make breakfast soon?” I decided to forget the rest of my clothes, I’ll get dressed later. I grabbed a silky light purple robe that my daughter gave me for Christmas last year.

I went down the hallway and roused the kids out of bed then went downstairs to make breakfast. Something simple, it was my day to relax, eggs, bacon, and toast was fine. I gave my best flirtatious smile when I met my husband in the kitchen, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy reading the Business section of the paper. Oh well, I tried.

The kids came down and have their breakfast; everyone got ready and headed out the door. My husband tekirdağ escort left for work long before the kids were on the bus. I watched my kids get on the bus and closed the door with a sigh. Ok, time for some “me time” now. Eyeing the paper on the table I decided that getting dressed could wait, I was after all taking the day off. I sat down to peruse the paper, not finding much of interest except the crossword puzzle. I got quite caught up in the crossword, not realizing that almost an hour had passed when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be. No one is usually home at that time.

I got up to answer the door, not thinking twice about the fact that I had not bothered to put on any clothes. When I opened the door, I saw the sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes upon. He was fairly tall with rugged features and tousled dirty blonde hair. I could see the form of his muscular body under his white collared business shirt. He held a briefcase in his left hand. As I looked up at his face, I noticed his cool blue eyes searching my figure and I realized I was wearing only my robe. I cold feel myself blushing as the blood ran to my face. What was wrong with me? I’m a happily married woman?

“Hello,” he said with a seductive smile that made my knees weak. “My name is Adam and this is Veronica. We are with Michaels Financial Services and we were wondering if we could speak to you about your current financial situation and how we could help?”

Veronica? At first I was confused, then from behind him stepped a woman. She was a few inches taller than me, a little less curvy with tits about a size smaller than mine. Her auburn hair was curled up into a bun behind her and her glasses gave her this smart/sexy look that caused a rise inside me. She was wearing a tight skirt suit with black nylons and black pumps. I had never even considered the thought of another woman before, nor had I ever thought of any woman in this way. But here I was thinking this woman was so Goddamn sexy. Maybe it was the fact that my clit was barely done throbbing from my thoughts this morning, or maybe it was just the fact that she was standing next to this incredibly sexy man, but either way I couldn’t believe what I was feeling.

My first instinct was to give them a polite no and send them on their way. After all, we both had ample life and health insurance through work and generous retirement plans already in place. But somehow, even though my brain kept saying no, my lips formed the words, “Sure come on in. Make yourselves comfortable.”

As they made their way to my kitchen table and sat down, I couldn’t believe I had just invited them in. What was I doing? Ok, just a little chit chat and I will send them on their way.

“Coffee?” I offered.

“Yes, please,” He said with a southern drawl that was barely noticeable but oh so damn sexy.

“Yes, do you have cream? I like lots of cream,” said the woman. As I looked at her to tell her we did she licked her lips. Was I imagining this or was she actually flirting with me? I must be imagining things. Nonetheless, I felt my thighs getting wet, which surprised me even more.

I got the coffee and the cream and sat back down. They began to ask me the usual questions. About my career and my husband, kids, assets, all that stuff. Somewhere in the middle of talking about our income, I felt something on my leg. A foot working its way from my ankle up my robe. I froze. My heart started pounding. I’m sure the look on my face was obvious. It had to be the woman. I could feel the nylons on her feet. When I looked back up I noticed her arm moving. Was she rubbing his crotch? I couldn’t quite see what she was doing, the table obstructing my view, but her arm was definitely moving and by the look on his face I knew something was going on. I started to feel dizzy and jumped up from the table to get more coffee.

As I walked past them, I felt her hand quickly, subtly caress my ass. Was it a simple mistake? An accidental bump? Something inside me told me it wasn’t. It lingered too long. I looked over at Adam as I got to the counter, somehow not surprised by the look of lust on his face. He was giving me a once-over again, and it was making my pussy drip and my nipples become erect, pushing out against my silky robe. I know he must have noticed because he was staring directly at my tits and his eyes widened. A seductive smirk came over his face as his eyes met mine, daring me, making me want him. I was now positive that she was rubbing his cock thought his pants. Oh my God? Was this really happening and in my house?

I stood at the counter for a moment hoping to regain my thoughts. Just as I was about to turn around I felt him behind me. I startled, and as I turned around Adam was right there, two inches from me. I could feel his hot breath going down my robe and onto the top of my tits. Thoughts began to fly through my head. It had been so long since I felt a man. If my husband wasn’t taking care of me, was it really so wrong? I don’t know if it was the lack of sex in my life lately, my throbbing pussy, or just the feel of a man forumagic.com this close to me, but something snapped inside me, and my body took over.

I fell into him as he bit me on my neck and whispered in my ear. “I know you haven’t felt a man in a long time. I can see it on you. I can smell it. And I’m going to make you feel good.”

He grabbed my hand and led me into the living room. By the time we got to the couch I couldn’t wait any longer. I got down on my knees on the carpet, unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock. It had to be at least 9 inches long and a good 3 inches thick! I began to caress his balls with my tongue as my hand worked up the length of his shaft. I could hear him letting out soft moans as my tongue worked its way up the length of his cock to its head where I let my tongue dance for a while as I stroked the length of his cock with my hand. He began to shiver from my tongue, his cock getting sensitive. I then opened my mouth and began to take the length of his shaft, little by little, moving up and down on his cock until my mouth engulfed his entire hot throbbing rod.

His hands grabbed my hair as he started moving with me, holding my head in place as he thrust his cock into my wanting mouth. My tongue massaged his cock as it throbbed inside my mouth, I was enjoying myself immensely.

In fact I was enjoying myself so much that I was shocked to feel hands working my robe apart, pulling it off of my body. I had forgotten about Veronica! At first my instinct was to pull away, but that thought left as soon as it came. She began at my neck kissing and teasing with her tongue as I got my face fucked. She reached around and cupped my tits, massaging them, pinching my nipples. He pulled his cock out of my mouth temporarily to drip some of his pre-cum onto my nipples. For the first time since this episode began I saw her. She was stripped down to a velvet green bra and panties and I wondered how they would feel to the touch.

She had a wicked smile on her face as she came around to the front of me and began to lick the juice off of my nipples. Before I could say a word or even let out a moan, he stuffed his cock back into my mouth and began thrusting, a little faster and harder this time. I could feel the juices dripping from my wet cunt as her tongue worked its way around my nipples. It worked in little circles, slowly at first, then moving faster, stopping only briefly to gently nibble on them. My body started to feel so warm, getting close to orgasm while this woman played with my nipples, making them feel like they had never felt before.

Just as I thought I was going to pass out from it all, I felt his cock begin to grow and throb. He was thrusting more urgently now, and I got even more excited knowing that his hot load would soon be exploding in my mouth. Just as I felt the first drop of his hot cum exploding into my mouth, my body began to shiver. Between the feel of his cum and Veronica licking my nipples I was cumming. She continued to lick as my body shivered and I slurped down all of his juices, sucking his cock clean. He backed off from me and exclaimed, “Damn woman, you know how to suck a cock!”

As he sat down on the couch, Veronica moved her attention from my nipples and to my mouth. She kissed me, licking what juices Adam had left in my mouth. Trying to suck out any traces, searching with her tongue. She tasted so sweet, so wonderful. I will never forget how sweet her kiss tasted.

She slowly worked her way down my neck, back to my nipples. But this time she only lingered there a short time, playing with my still erect buds. She worked her way down my belly, kissing all the way down to my pink lace panties. Instead of pulling them down she simply pushed them aside as to reveal my neatly trimmed patch above my clean-shaven pussy. She kissed down my pussy continuing all the way down the outsides of my pussy lips, licking as she went, flicking her tongue but never going down my slit. She then pulled my panties so that they parted my slit and began to suck and nibble on the lips of my sweet pussy. I could no longer stand it; I arched back and lay on the floor, giving myself to her.

She slowly pulled my panties down over my hips and to my ankles, pulling them through one leg at a time while gently nibbling my ankles, sending chills through my legs all the way to my pussy. She then worked her way back up my legs to my inner thighs, where she lingered just long enough to drive me just a little more crazy. My inner thighs were completely wet with my juices as she licked them practically clean.

As she moved to my pussy I already began to shiver. She licked and sucked on my pussy lips more, but this time let her tongue come through my slit just a little. Just enough to tease my hungry little hole. She finally moved her way up and when her tongue flicked my clit I couldn’t help but let out a little yelp between my moans. My back arched and my pussy met her mouth full on. She began to work little circles around my clit, gently massaging it, making it throb as my body shivered. Every so often she would move her tongue down and dart it around my hole. I was so close to cumming just from the intensity of the moment, but she knew just what she was doing, and kept bringing me as close as possible without letting me cum. My clit had to be so hard and I was sure that she could almost feel it throbbing on her tongue when she pulled away again.

I was so close my whole body was tense as she thrust her wonderful tongue in my hungry hole. I didn’t know how bad my body needed something in it until this moment. She didn’t have to tongue fuck my cunt very long. My whole body tensed as I felt my cunt tightening around her tongue. The throbbing ache in my clit as it was so close to cumming only a moment ago now ebbed away as I felt my orgasm building in my pussy. I could feel my thighs beginning to quiver as my cunt got ready to explode. As I finally climaxed, I could feel every muscle in my cunt grasping at her tongue, pulling it deeper and deeper inside me. I grabbed her by that neatly styled hair of hers and forced her face into me, trying to prolong my orgasm, drenching her face with my juices. I finally released her, though now that my pussy had cum, my clit began to swell and throb again, wanting that tongue of hers.

She then came up to kiss me once again, letting me taste my own juices, something I had never done before. It was very erotic. I tasted damn good, and it only made me want more. I finally reached down and felt those velvet panties, but what I really wanted was to taste the sweet mound underneath.

I began to move down her neck now to her tits. I had never had a nipple in my mouth before, but as I removed her bra I found myself sucking and nibbling on her nipple like a pro. I rolled my tongue around her nipple as my hand made its way to feel her other tit and nipple. I could feel the juices from my pussy run down my leg as I worked my other hand down to her pussy.

First I felt her lips through those soft panties. I could tell she was shaven like me, only she was completely bare. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I pulled her panties off and lay her on her back in one quick movement. I was ready to taste pussy, and at the first lick of her juices off of her pussy lips I wondered why I had waited so many years.

I was up on my knees as my tongue slowly caressed the lips of her pussy, wanting to explore every bit of it. Just as my tongue found its way to her tender clit, I felt Adam behind me. He began to rub the head of his cock along my slit. This caused me to moan into Veronica’s pussy, making her shiver.

He finally plunged his cock deep into my pussy, and what a magnificent cock it was. I had never had a cock fill me quite like that and I knew at that point that I was definitely in for the best fuck of my life. He stroked his cock in and out of my pussy, slowly filling every inch of me over and over again.

I began to lick Veronica’s pussy faster. Rolling my tongue in fast circles over her tender little clit. As I felt her begin to tense, I slowed and moved my tongue down to her little cunt. I buried my tongue inside her, feeling her velvety pussy wrap and clench around it. I was only able to do this for a short time when I couldn’t stand but put a finger inside her and feel her pussy. It was so soft, I just loved it. I went back to licking her clit while I fucked her with my fingers, first one, then two, until I got to three.

Adam started fucking me a bit harder now, getting deep into my pussy, causing me to moan while I continued to lick Veronica’s clit. I fucked her harder and faster with my fingers as she ground her pussy up into my mouth more and more. Her juices were really starting to flow when suddenly she pulled away.

At first I didn’t understand why she had but then she positioned herself under me so that we were in a 69. She began to lick my clit and run her tongue all the way up to my cunt and around the sides of Adam’s cock, pulling back occasionally to suck my juices off of his balls. I buried my face back into her pussy, licking and sucking ferociously as I finger fucked her, using four fingers now. My God if there was a heaven on earth this was definitely it.

As I picked up the pace on her pussy, she did the same with mine. Sensing both of us nearing orgasm, Adam began to really fuck me. I realized that thus far he had only been toying with me. His magnificent cock was coursing through me. So hard and fast it was making me dizzy, and Veronica just kept licking, faster and faster.

Finally, I exploded. It seemed as if every muscle in my body was jumping and twitching as my pussy and clit orgasmed in unison. I could feel my body jerking and spasming from the force of it, but could do nothing to stop it. My pussy clenched so hard on his cock, I’m surprised it didn’t get pushed right out of me. I could hear Veronica trying to slurp my juices up as fast as she could as my body spasmed above her. I felt Veronica’s clit harden and her pussy lips began to twitch under my tongue. It was only a few seconds after that that her body too began to spasm. Adam pulled out of my pussy and the two of us writhed around, refusing to remove our mouths from each other’s pussies for fear of losing a single drop of that sweet nectar. We rolled around on the floor until we could no longer breathe.

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Taking In Strays

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Lesbian

Authors Note: This is a Lesbian romance story. There is adultery in the story, so if you’re the type that’s sensitive to such things. You might want to move along.

This story is a slow burn type of romance. There is a steamy sex scene, but it doesn’t come quickly. I hope the tale pays off for the reader when it does happen.

I love getting feedback from readers, whether it’s in the form of comments or through email. So feel free to let me know what you think. Also, if you finish the story, please give it the rating you think it deserves.

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I remember the day Jax Taylor walked into my life with intimate detail. It was Friday, May the 3rd of 2019, and Darren and I had plans to attend an early Cinco de Mayo celebration with friends that night. It was a bright and sunny morning, warm even for that time of year, and the sky was a deep blue faintly whitewashed with a high smattering of wispy white clouds.

I had gotten my husband Darren off to the office early that morning. As an architect, he would often travel to meet with potential customers and view likely build sites to get a better feel for the buildings he would design to go there. The travel wouldn’t end once a deal was signed, and construction had begun. There were always minor emergencies and client handholding type deals that often required short notice trips with a two or three-day turnaround.

Altogether, it wasn’t uncommon for Darren to be on the road for at least two weeks out of the month. I had things to occupy my time, though, so I didn’t mind. We’d never had the type of relationship where we clung to one another. For us, it seemed to be more about comfort and reliability. We knew what to expect of each other without taking things for granted. Instead of intense passion and romance, our marriage seemed to be centered around meeting each other’s needs with as little fuss as possible.

And up until that point, I was okay with that. I gave Darren space to do his job and enjoy the occasional round of golf when he was home. In turn, he didn’t question my charitable work or when I decided to bring a stray home.

That was his term for them anyway. It had started with my older sister Carolyn who’d been going through a rather nasty divorce. She needed a place to stay during her separation and while she got back on her feet. The house Darren and I purchased together after marrying had a large in-law suite that rested over a semi-detached four-car garage. Only a long breezeway connected it to the main house. It had been sitting empty for close to a year when I asked Carolyn, with Darren’s blessing, to stay there until she had her ship righted.

It was almost two years later when she moved out into a condominium of her own. I hadn’t wanted her to leave but understood the need she felt to move on with her life. Having Carolyn living there had been beneficial to us both. We had drifted apart in recent years, and the reunion allowed us the chance to reconnect.

The suite above the garage didn’t stay vacant for long. Stray number two came along later that summer in the form of an eighteen-year-old cousin who would be attending Georgia Tech in Atlanta. With our house being just a twenty-minute drive on the interstate from Grace’s campus, my aunt was very grateful to have her living with us instead of in downtown Atlanta.

Grace was with us for four years, and it was during that time that I first noticed she never had boys over to visit. A steady flow of young college co-eds of varying ages, races, and shapes made their way up and down the steps to the suite above the garage, but no boys.

It wasn’t until early in Grace’s junior year that she admitted the obvious to me one night as we enjoyed a glass of wine out by the pool. I never out and out asked her if she was gay, but as our conversation progressed and the wine flowed, Grace opened up. She told me that she’d known since her early teen years that she was attracted to other girls. Grace said by the time she was sixteen; she was reasonably sure she was exclusively lesbian and that her college life had only confirmed that.

We became very close over her last two years with us. She came to look at me as more of the big sister she had never had than an older cousin. As a result, when she wasn’t doing schoolwork or entertaining a date, we were often together with her filling my ears with ribald tales of her lesbian exploits.

To that point, sex had never been a driving force in my life. I was raised in a very conservative household and attended Catholic school throughout my education. I was seventeen before my mom finally confronted me at the breakfast table one morning and asked about the fact I hadn’t approached them about the possibility of dating.

The truth was, I had little to no interest in the subject. There had been plenty of interest from the boys I’d grown up around, and all of my high school girlfriends were actively dating. To the boys who wanted my company and as far as manisa escort my friends knew, it was my strict parents that were keeping me from partaking in the high school ritual.

It wasn’t that I secreted a desire to become a spinster with a house full of cats. I assumed at some point that passion would ignite in me, and I didn’t see sense in trying to force things until it did.

My mother forced my hand, finally getting me to agree to a series of dates in my senior year of high school. I never dated the same boy more than twice because I’d been told that by the third date, certain things were expected of a girl. The type of things I wanted to avoid until I met someone I felt drawn to. It wasn’t that I was a prude or asexual; I wasn’t. But none of the boys I dated excited me the way I heard my friends mention in their exploits. There were certain things I was comfortable doing despite not feeling the level of attraction I wanted. I gave more than a few handjobs and one ill-fated blow job but never went any further. The blow job was the last I ever gave because the over-aggressive jerk I honored with it decided to come in my mouth without warning. That was after he’d repeatedly tried to ram his dick down my throat in some misguided attempt at male dominance.

In college, I took part in a series of short to mid-length relationships, the longest-lasting maybe six-months. It was during one of those in my sophomore year that I had sex for the first time. After the initial pain and discomfort had passed, it was a pleasant experience but not the earth-shattering and world-changing event that I’d always heard about from friends. There were others after him, with me never allowing any particular one relationship to develop to the point it became too involved. The guy I was with either drifted away of his own accord, or I ended things myself.

The fact I was dating kept my parents off my back. Of course, they wanted me to eventually marry and settle down with the hope I would provide them with a grandchild or two. But they were content to wait, as long as things seemed to be progressing for me at a healthy pace. The front I was putting on seemed to reassure them that all was well, but I was beginning to have doubts that the man I was looking for was out there.

After graduating from college, I went to work at a mid-sized law firm as a paralegal. My father had gotten me the interview, I believe, in the hopes that I would find a lawyer to marry. Though the interest seemed to be there from several lawyers, both of the married and single variety, I turned down their advances. The interested parties were handsome enough, but I’d always found the old adage of not shitting where one eats to be sage advice. Why should I have to end up changing jobs after a relationship with someone I worked with ended?

It wasn’t until I was twenty-four and a girlfriend dragged me to a singles mixer for young professionals that I met Darren. He was six years older than me and already a burgeoning success in his field. All of that combined with the fact he was tall and good looking made him a target of sufficient interest from most of the females present.

When we were introduced, I found him to be warm and intelligent. He was a good conversationalist who seemed as genuinely interested in listening to what I had to say as he did in his half of the conversation. In the end, we exchanged numbers, and I put him out of my mind. There were at least half a dozen women there that I thought more beautiful than myself, including a couple of doctors and a lawyer. I assumed that in the end, if he held an interest in anyone there, it would be one of them.

So, a week later, when I received a call from him asking me out, I was as surprised as anyone. We began to date after that, and I found for the first time in my life, I wasn’t on edge and in a hurry to move on to someone else. Darren was fun, and we shared some similar interests. More importantly, he wasn’t clingy or demanding. He liked to have the space to do his own thing at times and respected my desire to have my own.

We’d been together almost a year when Darren proposed to me. It wasn’t a total surprise to me that it happened. I had seen things headed that way, and although I was somewhat ambivalent about the thought of it, I could also see the positives involved in giving up the single life. I had developed a strong affection for Darren though I was unsure in my own mind whether it actually rose to the level of love. Still, he was the perfect boyfriend for me. Kind, caring, smart, good looking, and not at all demanding. And like me, sex was not a driving force in Darren’s life. We made love, perhaps once a week, give or take a day or so. Sex with Darren was nice. He was gentle and took great care in foreplay to make sure that I became aroused enough to enjoy the act. Something that a large portion of the men I’d dated had failed to do.

So even though I didn’t see him as the great love of my life, there were far too kushinagar.net many checks in the advantages column to turn down his offer. I was afraid I might go my entire life and not find someone as well suited to marry as Darren.

Despite how comfortable and settled, I’d become in my life. I have to admit; it was my interest in Grace’s stories and lifestyle that were perhaps the first hints that there was indeed something missing in my life. I’d been married for nearly five years at the time and had given up on thoughts of there being any more to what life had to offer. Grace’s experiences and the passion she spoke of began to stoke a fire in me that I had thought long gone out. For the first time in a long time, I began to wonder if there wasn’t something bigger out there for me.

One story, in particular, stuck with me after Grace related it to me as we sat down by the pool late one summer evening. The summer sun was just starting to get low on the horizon, leaving a pronounced orange glow in the sky.

“I seduced this extremely hot straight milf last night,” Grace said bluntly, which was nothing unusual for my cousin. She and tact had never been great friends.

My attention had begun to wane at that point, the wine and serenity of the sunset lulling me into a fugue state. But I became instantly alert at Grace’s boastful words.

I turned towards her waiting for Grace to go on. She didn’t disappoint me.

“The girls and I went to the club last night. We didn’t get there until about ten, and the place was pretty packed. I always love that because it significantly increases my odds of finding just the right new piece of tail.”

I rolled my eyes at her choice of words. I’d often thought how Grace would end up feeling right at home in a men’s locker room.

“So, I notice this group of straight women sitting at a table over in the corner farthest from the bar.”

“Wait,” I said, breaking in, “How could you tell they were straight?”

Grace laughed as if my question was silly, causing me to blush.

“The way they were dressed for one thing. They had that country club chic look going on. Secondly, the way they never left the table alone operating solely on the buddy system. Most of them that come in there are curious about what it would be like to be with a woman. So they’re scared of being cornered by some seductive dyke they’re attracted to.”

“Okay,” I said with a shrug, “I guess I can see that.”

“And then there’s the drinks they order. White wine, always and without fail, and no more than two glasses no matter how long they’re at the club. It’s like they know if they get the slightest bit drunk, they’re going to end up in some lesbian’s bed.”

“Okay, okay,” I exclaimed sarcastically, “I get it already. Us lame assed straight girls are just one drink away from acting on our longheld fantasies of being seduced by some hot lesbian.”

“Well, of course, you are,” Grace replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her warped view of the world; God loves her.

“The last sure sign, and their most important moment of weakness, is the group dance. They do this little thing where three or four of them huddle together and dance. It’s like they have this idea that their little huddle is impenetrable to lesbian intrusion. Let me tell you cuz, that isn’t the case.”

“Duly noted,” I said with a laugh.

“By then, I’d already spotted the woman among their group I wanted to bring home for the night. She had long blonde hair, was tall, and the perfect mix of lithe with just the right amount of curves. She reminded me, a lot of my seventh-grade math teacher Mrs. Grayson. I’m still convinced that my having a wet pussy and hard clit that entire semester is what led to me getting a C in her class.

I did a facepalm at her admission, the sudden image of a barely post-pubescent Grace squeezing her thighs together while learning pre-algebra entered my mind.

“So, they’re out there dancing in their protective huddle as I made my way out onto the dancefloor. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my vest to make sure the twins are very noticeable and then position myself just outside their little dance cadre. I made sure to stay perfectly within view of her line of sight the entire time we’re dancing”

Grace poured herself another glass of wine before going on.

“There I was dancing as seductively as possible with my eyes locked on her the entire time, and sure enough, we finally make eye contact. I gave her my seductive smile, okay, it’s really more of a smirk than anything, but it does the trick.”

“And?” I asked.

“She gives me this shy, cautious smile in return, and then her eyes dipped down to my chest. That was it; I knew she was interested regardless of her friends being there.”

“From one look?” I asked incredulously.

“Hey,” Grace said as if the answer was obvious, “To an apex predator such as myself? Of course.”

I just shook my head at her bombastic response.

“The next song I made sure to ease around behind her and into her blind spot. I’m dancing close to her, and she can almost seem to sense my presence. I can see her head moving side to side with her neck craning around her friends. I can tell that she’s looking for me.”

“Damn,” I said, leaning forward into my chair. Grace’s stories always left me feeling aroused slightly, and this one was doubly doing so despite her sometimes comedic delivery.

“Exactly,” Grace said with a mischievous grin. “So, I slid up behind her and placed my hands on her hips, causing her to turn quickly.”

“What did she do?” I asked, feeling myself become a bit breathless in anticipation of hearing the outcome.

“She sees me, and I swear her pretty blue eyes go dark. My hands are still on her hips, and we’re swaying in rhythm. I don’t say a word to her. I just give her my hungry smile, which means I want to eat her all night long. Her face and chest flushed, and I could just make out her nipples poking out through her dress.”

“Are you sure this girl was straight?” I asked with evident skepticism in my voice.

“Yes, and I can prove it, but I’ll tell you how when I’m through with my story. Let’s see, where was I? Oh, yeah, when her friends went back to their booth, she stayed out on the dancefloor with me. We danced a couple more songs with me, grinding against her and allowing my hands to take more and more liberties.”

“And she still isn’t resisting?” I asked.

Grace shook her head and said, “No, if anything, she’s starting to flirt back and becoming more receptive to my advances. But finally, she leans into me and announces that she has to go to the bathroom.”

“Mood killer,” I said.

“You think?” Grace replied, giving me that predatory grin of hers. “I know the manager of the club well. The line to the lady’s room can be unbelievably long on a busy night. Since I’m there most nights, Stacy, that’s the manager, gave me a key to the employee’s bathroom. So that’s where I took Mrs. Grayson.”

“Wait,” I asked, “she wasn’t really your teacher was she?”

Grace laughed, “No, Mrs. Grayson has to be in her fifties by now. But that’s how I was thinking of her because I still didn’t know her name.”

“So, I tell her I can help her avoid the long line of the women’s room. What sane woman in a bar isn’t going to fall for that? She follows me to the back room where I unlock the employee restroom and let us both in making sure to lock it behind us.”

“Grace,” I pleaded, “please tell me you didn’t seduce this poor lady in a dirty bathroom?”

A rare sheepish grin came to my cousin’s face telling me that was what she did precisely.

“The bathroom was clean,” she said almost defensively before adding, “at least it was before I made Mrs. Grayson squirt all over the floor.”

“Oh, God,” I said, my hand covering my mouth in embarrassment.

“Yeah,” Grace said boastfully, “she said that over and over.”

When we had both finished laughing, Grace said, “She goes in the potty to tinkle, but when she opens the door to come out, I step into the stall with her pulling the door closed behind me.”

“Shit, what did she do?” I asked.

Grace shrugged and said, “She initially got this slightly panicked look on her face, but then she seemed to relax, and this sexy little smile developed on her lips. She knew what I was there for, and she wanted it too.”

Okay, by this point in her story, I’ll admit I was wet. I tried to convince myself that it was solely due to the erotic nature of her tale and that it had nothing to do with the lesbian aspects of her story. I was lying to myself, and I think maybe I knew it at the time, at least subconsciously.

“My hands went to her hips, and hers went around my neck. And I swear cuz, the moan that girl let out when our lips finally met told me she would never fully consider herself straight again.”

Grace went on to say that she’d spun the woman around and lifted her skirt, pulling her thong to the side so she could sink two fingers as deep as she could in the middle-aged blonde’s pussy. My cocky cousin said the woman came the first two times on her fingers and did so screaming. Grace then had her sit on the back of the toilet and prop one leg on the seat with the other straddling the handicap railing.

“The second this talented lesbian tongue began licking her honeypot, I think I changed her life forever. No longer will that woman’s sex life be dickcentric, I can promise you that. She came another two times on my tongue before finally saying that she had to get back to her friends.”

“Wow,” I said, a steady heartbeat thumping behind my turgid clit.

Grace just grinned and said, “But before I’d let her leave the bathroom, I made her promise that she would come home with me. I made her call her teenage daughter right there and tell her she wouldn’t be home because she had gotten drunk and would be spending the night with a friend.”

“Wait,” I asked, “you brought her back here last night? Because I’ve been sitting out by the pool all day, and I don’t remember seeing anybody leave.”

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A Perfect Fit Pt. 07

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All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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Jenni pours all her gratitude for her Daddy’s loving care into worshipping him on her knees. Mark lets the sketchpad fall next to the easy chair. He gasps when she opens wide to suck him as best she can, looking up into his bright, startled eyes. Hers look almost scary, with the thin skin stretched taut to give her bone structure a skeletal appearance. “You can’t be real,” he murmurs. She grazes his sensitive spot with her teeth to assure him she’s really there and all his.

She can’t move her head much because of the way he fills her mouth, so makes love to him with her expressive tongue. She breathes carefully through her nose, trying not to choke. He catches the tears that stream down her hollowed cheeks and tastes them. Her jaw protests, but she’s determined to give him a good blowjob out of submissive pride.

“Stop, baby. Sweetheart, no.” He pries her off him by her hair.

“Not good?” she asks, knowing it probably wasn’t.

“No, baby, so good, I just don’t think I can hold back from fuckin’ your face. You got me so turned on… sit on my lap instead,” he says, pulling her up to straddle him. “Kiss me.”

The contrast of the sweetness of his soft lips with the pain of taking his hard cock makes her moan. Mark’s hands respond to her needy sound by returning to her tits. Her cry into his open mouth is nearly orgasmic. She pulls at him aggressively, mindlessly, like she’s desperate to draw out his essence.

“Ohhh, god, baby. Is that pleasure or need I hear?” he whispers.

“Both!” she yelps in a broken little voice.

“Are you ready for me to take ya to bed, sweetheart?”

It’s only around six o’clock, so she knows he means he’ll make love to her now, not tuck her in.

“Yes, Daddy! Oh, please…”

He holds her tight against him in his strong embrace. “Remember what we talked about last night?” he purrs into her ear.

“What we could do when we feel this way.”

Jenni strokes between them at a tantalizing pace. She feels Mark’s hips flexing beneath her. Still, he’s going to toy with her. She understands; he’s waited for this so he’ll raise their desire to a fever pitch. He must know she’s already there.

“And what’s ‘this way,’ girl?”

“Ngh!” she whines. “I don’t know what to call it, Daddy! I want you… in me.”

“I think my little fox is in heat. You sure you’re ready for your first time? We could wait…”

“I want it now!” she wails, trying to sound bratty, but it just comes across as adorable.

He licks her cheek, cooling her flushed skin. “You understand what I’m gonna do to ya, right, darlin’?”

She nods rapidly against his neck.

“Say it for me.”

She drags the tip of her tongue up to his earlobe. “The Daddy puts his… cock inside the sub’s cunny,” she whispers. She hopes that’s a shudder she feels from him and not a cringe.

“That’s right. You know how to use your words. Ohh, that reminds me. Damn.”

“What’s wrong, Daddy?!”

“No, nothin’s wrong, just… first times hurt. How will I know if I’m really hurtin’ you, Jenni?”

She realizes he wants her to act like it hurts. She hides her smile; he’d been so nonchalant about his size. Maybe he had a bit of size kink about himself, too. Or, maybe he just really wanted a virgin. She’d indulge him happily either way.

“We need a word, right?”

“Yeah, you’re pretty good at the play-acting stuff, baby. What word lets me know we gotta stop?”

“Red? Is that too ordinary?”

“Nah, that’s good. We don’t need anything too silly. I’ll understand what that means.”

“So… it hurts when we do it?” Jenni asks in her little voice.

“I’m afraid so, darlin’, but not too much. A little at first, but by the time I’m done with you you’ll feel like you’re flyin’,” Mark states with utter confidence, like that’s the usual result of fucking him. Jenni’s body responds deep inside; it knows something truly new is about to happen to it. It’s not going to be a complete roleplay because she’s never really given herself to anyone before.

“I’m not scared,” she says, trying to sound like she’s lying to cover fear.

“I don’t want you to be scared. It’s natural to be nervous, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to do anything this time but let your Daddy make you feel good. Okay, baby?”

“Uh-huh.” They share an eager kiss.

“Let’s go to bed,” he says.

He wrests his hard-on back in his jeans awkwardly and then moves quickly to check that van escort the door is locked and switch off the numerous lamps around the living and work areas. Jenni watches him, chewing her thumb nervously. She follows him to the back of the loft. When he goes to turn out that light, too, she stops him.

“Can we leave it on?”

“We could, except, look.” He points to the lit up adjacent windows across the street. Despite the earlier snowstorm, there appears to be an office Christmas party in full swing. It looks fairly swanky, with professionals all in cocktail attire drinking from champagne flutes. Mark’s bed is right in front of the bare window without even a headboard.

“It would be a sex show,” he observes.

When she shrugs, he gives her a wicked smile. “Really?”

“They probably won’t even notice unless they happen to look out the window right at us. Plus, they’re kind of far away to really see what we look like.”

“They’ll just see two naked bodies having sex.”

Jenni shrugs again.

“You really wanna do this, girl?” he asks in wonder.

“Not if you don’t. It’s not that important to me. Just seems fun.”

“I feel like I gotta protect you from yourself… It ain’t gonna be distracting for ya? Not sure I want you lookin’ at a bunch of yuppies while I make love to you.”

“I don’t want to look. I don’t need them to see us, just like the idea somebody might. Is that crazy?”

“Nah, it’s probably illegal, but not crazy,” Mark answers while taking off his T-shirt, then undoing his belt. The bedside lamp is still on. The warm glow illuminates his sculptural physique. Anyone who happens not to glance in this direction is missing out.

“You’re incredibly beautiful, Mark. Have I told you that yet?”

“Once or twice. Thanks. So are you, but you’re overdressed.”

Jenni pulls the Piglet sleep shirt over her head and stands before in him her socks. She loses her balance a little removing them, and curses. Mark chuckles behind his hand.

“C’mon, darlin’ let’s get in bed. I’m feelin’ awful exposed,” he says wryly.

They climb under the duvet and Mark folds it halfway down so they can be somewhat warm, but she can have her way and show some skin. She shivers and he pulls her into his arms. “You won’t be cold soon.”

It could be her imagining things, but there is something a bit stylized in his passionate kiss, perhaps like it’s meant to be seen as much as felt by her. Jenni has no doubt his ingenious kisses make a pretty picture, too. He warms her by running his powerful hands all over her bare gooseflesh.

Mark breaks the kiss to talk, but remains close enough she can feel his breath. “Are you sure I shouldn’t wear a condom?”

“I’m sure. Taking pills is one thing I do right.”

“Okay, good. Dr. Zavodny would cut my balls off if I got ya in trouble. Besides… blood relatives ain’t supposed to make babies.”

Jenni thinks her ovaries might explode at the suggestion of having this man’s baby. “No, Daddy. I’m not ready for babies.”

“Good girl. There don’t have to be nothin’ between us, in that case.”

She whimpers at that. Mark’s hand disappears under the covers. Jenni’s legs fall open for him immediately.

“You’re the wettest I’ve ever touched. This is gonna feel amazin’. Are you ready, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want you to show me what it’s like.”

Mark shifts gracefully onto her. His heaviness distributed all over her body feels so wonderful she laughs with pleasure.

“Nervous? he asks, amused by his giggly virgin.

“No, just really happy. I didn’t mean to seem like I was laughing. It just surprised me how good you feel already.”

He kisses her with light pecks and then deep in her mouth, tilting his head this way and that like a dance. Jenni buries her fingers in his messy hair and pulls him harder against her lips. “Mmm,” he murmurs, “I like that.” She feels his whole body begin to undulate against hers. It must be a beautiful sight, like watching a big cat stalking. It’s a breathtaking overture to ensure Jenni won’t giggle again.

Before she’s aware of it, he’s poised at her opening, pushing steadily. Even as slippery as she is, it takes some pressure. The sting at her introitus stretched tight around his head really does feel like he’s broken her seal and she cries out. He pauses with just the beginning of him inside her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks hopefully.

“Yes, Daddy. It hurt going in… make it better?”

“Yes, baby. It’s gonna feel better soon. You’re so tight…” he breathes, yalova escort gliding deeper until he nudges her cervix and stops again. “Too much?”

Mark looks down at his girl to see a woman in sexual ecstasy superimposed on a girl in pain. Her brow is creased in that unique way that comes from being exquisitely fucked, her lips are parted as she pants.

“Oh my god, Mark. Oh my god, Daddy.”

“You feel good to me, too, baby.”

Mark begins to move in large, slow circles. She’s never experienced anything like it; ‘his muscle control is phenomenal to be that gentle,’ she thinks, but her thoughts are interrupted by piteous moaning. She realizes it’s new sounds he’s pulling out of her.

He’s got her trapped between his elbows as he moves through her, kissing her face and neck while making his own groans that sound like sheer relief at having what he needs.

“How does that feel, baby girl? Do you like sex so far?” he says in a tone that makes her clit throb.

“I love it, Daddy. It’s the best feeling. I never want it to stop.”

His pace quickens a fraction at her words.

“I’m gonna do this to ya every single day. Every night. You really belong to me now, baby.”

“Oh! Yes, Daddy.”

Jenni’s visual side can’t take being left out any longer and reaches between them to feel how they’re joined. She fingers the inches that don’t fit inside her, the seam where his body enters hers.

“What do you need, honey? he asks, unsure what she means to do.

“Nothing! It’s so good! I just wanted to see…”

“Ohhh,” he moans, understanding. “You wanna see me fuckin’ ya.” He raises up on his hands. “Take a look. Look how hot you look stretched around my cock.”

Jenni contracts her abs to raise up and see. She can’t believe the sight of her frail body impaled on this angel. He can’t really be hers. She looks up into his eyes, then collapses back on the bed, arm flung over her face. “I must be dreaming.” Mark pinches her nipple painfully hard. She cries out. “Need ya here with me, sweetheart,” he rasps kindly.

Mark hasn’t ceased his fluid motion and has begun to sweat in the cold air. He hasn’t thrust into her once. She’s barely moved her body except for her arms to love and explore him. She doesn’t need to move; he stretches her walls in all directions like the water he’d pumped her full of earlier. His perfect shape drags against pleasure nerves she didn’t know she had. She knows if he so much as tapped her clit she’d come screaming like a mad woman. She’s not in a hurry to come, just wants this to go on until she passes out. Missionary sex never had this effect on her before; she’s not even tied up.

Mark kneels and pulls her up onto his thighs so her pussy’s spread for him. The new angle and the submissive pose have her writhing in helpless lust. He smirks down at her.

“How does my little girl like that?”

“I love you, Daddy! Ohhh, you feel so good… you’re… so!… big,” she babbles unselfconsciously. She’s not even trying to say words that might please him, it’s just her sex-addled brain spilling its porn through her child-like lips. He doesn’t seem to mind it’s not clever; his cock bucks inside her, hardens even more.

“Love makin’ ya feel this way, little slut. Love how you need my dick inside you.”

“Fuck, yes! Sorry, Daddy!”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You can’t help it, can ya?”

“No!” she sobs.

“Bet you can’t help comin’ all over me if I do this,” he says, and rubs her straining clit fast and hard.

“Oh!” she shrieks. “Daddy, it’s too much!”

The sound of her wails has him pinning her flat in seconds, mauling her tongue with his. She’s flipped the Dom switch that causes an animal reaction. Still, he’s gentle inside her, more urgent now, but precise and so far he’s never once hurt her since he entered her.

“Wanna know a secret?” he growls with some difficulty. Jenni can feel little preorgasmic jolts course through his body.

“What is it, Daddy?”

“Well, don’t look now, but we’ve got a little audience. You like that, baby? There’s a couple ladies at the window, watchin’ ya fallin’ apart.”

“Oh, gosh, really? Do they know you can see them?”

“I don’t think so. My hair’s in my eyes,” he says with a sexy toss of his head. “But yeah, they see us, I think.”

“They must wish they were me right now!”

Mark kisses her sweetly. “You’re real good for my ego. Wanna show off?”

“How do you want me, Daddy?”

“On your hands and knees. I promise I’ll still be gentle.”

Jenni giresun escort complies. “Nooo,” she cries in her little voice at the momentary loss of him as they change positions.

“Shh, I’m right here. You can have it all night, baby girl.”

“Mmm, you’re the best Daddy.” She raises up on her knees and half-turns to kiss him, showing off her naked, twisting form right in front of the window pane. She’s careful not to look for the observers because she doesn’t want to spook them. She wonders if they’re thinking that Mark and Jenni are so passionately oblivious they don’t notice the lighting is bright enough to show their private love to the outside world. Maybe they can tell it’s shameless lewdness.

Jenni gets on all fours and curves her spine to present her bony ass nicely for Daddy. She even lets her cheeks spread to signal, she hopes, he’s earned the right to all of her. She trusts completely that he understands there’s only one place for his cock, and it’s drooling to have him back where he belongs.

“That’s so fuckin’ gorgeous. I’m really glad you made me keep the light on, baby girl.”

“I get scared of the dark, Daddy!” she says, and there is some truth in that statement.

“I’ll keep ya safe, angel,” he says as he slides into her inch by inch.

The feel of him inside her is amplified in this position. She can tell it’s more intense for Mark, too, because he moans in that hedonistic, androgynous way that had amazed her last night.

“Does it feel good, Daddy?”

“Umf. Tighter like this,” he rasps in a deeper tone that makes her quiver around him. “This okay for you? Tell me if I go too deep.”

“I love it, Daddy,” Jenni sobs. She puts her head down on the mattress to show him she’s his to use for his pleasure.

“Aww, you look so cute like that! Nice little puppy.”

That’s not what Jenni was expecting. In her experience, most guys would read that pose as “slave” or “fuck toy,” not “nice little puppy.” ‘Mark is so damn sweet,’ she thinks and wags her tailbone happily.

“Do that again!” he commands. Jenni wiggles on his dick and contracts her internal muscles as tight as she can.

“You’re such a good girl… ya already know how to make your Daddy feel good…” He rakes his blunt nails along her sides. It feels amazing and must look sexy as hell.

Mark pulls her up. His long strokes inside her are beginning to falter and she’s not helping him to last. He holds her upright against his chest; she doesn’t have to use her own strength at all. He has his left forearm between her tits and his right hand cups her cunt.

“This time ya ain’t allowed to tell me it’s too much. I don’t care if it’s too much, understand, pretty slut?” He’s using a darker tone and Jenni loves this side of Daddy just as much. It’s not the real Mark; she can tell he’s exploring what turns her on the most.

“I understand, Daddy. I’m being good!”

“You keep squirmin’ on my cock while I fuck ya and force ya to come. I know you’re real close, baby.”

Mark masturbates her like it’s a training, at times smacking her clit lightly. He rocks into her gently, growing harder inside her. She’s soon overcome with the pleasure of being in his arms, his mastery of her body and all its sensations, and yes, of performing for strangers. Somehow that doesn’t damage the intimacy one bit; it’s something they’re enjoying as a couple.

Their orgasm is one shared explosion, their screams harmonize. Jenni realizes he was waiting for her and when he felt her falling over the edge he went right after her, liquid warmth bursting inside her from both their bodies.

He releases her to let her crumple to the bed and treats the outside to a last view of his glistening body before he covers them, still wet and sweaty, in the bedclothes.

“I’m fightin’ the impulse to wave at ’em,” he quips.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Jenni slurs.

“That was your idea, girl! So… how did you like your first time? I’m sure it’ll get better as I learn your body.”

Jenni’s head whips around. “You don’t know everything about my body? You fooled me. I loved my first time, Daddy. I’m so happy it was with you.”

“I love you, Jenni. For real.”

They kiss until their lips are numb and Jenni’s stomach alerts her Master it’s feeding time again. They put on warm things without bathing, too reluctant to wash each other off. After dinner and some meandering, falling-in-love conversation, they fuck to the point of delirious exhaustion. Mark’s phone wakes him late Christmas Eve morning with a text. He takes a selfie with his baby girl and her unicorn (“SparkleCorn,” with which she likes to sleep) and sends it to the psychiatrist. Then, he gathers her closer and settles into the comfortable and stenchy bed to sleep in for the first time in ages.

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Roaming through the Gussets

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A bit of fantasy dreamed up by a recent innocent, browsing trip to a new shopping mall in Edinburgh, taking a breather from the world famous arts and comedy festival

The odours permeating my extremely sensitive nose were ranging from exotic to milk sweet. The colours were darkest black to not quite, by now, crisp white and housed in delicate silks, lacy frippery, highly patterned miniature cottons and cute polyester slivers. There were also musky, shitty, sweaty stinks, but easily avoided, as all were bundled in large, grey and grubby once white cottons.

I tended to rest in one of the oval, roomy coves which never fully flattened like the scented ones mentioned above, as they were reinforced with wiring going round the rims. On one or two of these, there were pretty bows where the two adjoining coves, sometimes with designed lacy edges in contrasting striking colours came together.

Huge woollens, plaids, fleeces, Lycra, Lycra mixed with polyester, polyester, nylons — the mix was as diverse as the sizes and shapes and I guessed I was in a household of four, one being male. It was always dark in there and a lot of garments were tightly bundled, folded and crumpled, meaning it took me an age to filter through all the contents and re-live happy memories.

That place was a clue to where next I’d be heading.

Not so happy were the times I fucked up and got to some large cottons. I was rolled, smashed, crushed and fondled, the latter by outside unknown torturers. The stench was ripe, the light dim and I was constantly being clashed from side to side by an enormous sack holding two bulky beings, They were soft, lightly haired and occasionally joined by an imposter whose onion shaped end leaked and left a festering yellow mark until I was released. One horrific experience, thankfully not happening every time, was when I was thrust up by a pointed outsider into a foul dank horribly smelling cave and luckily escaped being smeared with some brown slime. But — I had no choice,

Fluttering between two fixed and one mobile dark domains apart from the bruising fast spinning barrel of fun where I suffered with them all together, I was never sure who I would be accompanying when out in the brighter varied landscapes, but I knew which two I favoured and certainly not that one I had the cave episode with.

Recently I found myself in the cutest little teddy bear patterned soft travelling mode. A shrill excited voice discussed, breakfast, plans, buses, shops as I started my day. The altitude wasn’t yalova escort very high and it was an easy rise between scrawny, smooth short limbs. There was almost too much material around me to keep me securely in place, which was awkward but provided lots of scope for exploring. The folds were gentle, in a narrow but roomy gap and the pace I was being carried in was very quick. Fast, scampering motions, mine having to react and match them on my behalf to stay safely in place. I needed to cough frequently at the start, some white powder was coating the main cotton, but soon the more gentle scent coming from a simple neat slit which converted to a delicate little protuberance, with a slit in itself, towards the top of the main slit soothed my anxious respirations.

At one noisy point when I could hear swirling tunes of bagpipes, the teddy bears at one side were grabbed and sort of pulled, but all that did, apart from me having to remain intact next to the delightfully smooth small pouch I started against, was to release some of the folds that had ridden up towards the slit with all the dinky little motions, in fact nearer the delicious little rose bud pucker an inch further back. The powder came into play again, but I think it was just residue.

Shortly after, the light was vastly improved, the air was cooler and we were still for a few minutes and I could see a bright ceiling light, tiling, and some gadgets on a wall. Swift, light, pattering flip flop slaps on a tiled floor, then a silence and heavy breathing. The noise had evened out, echoing and for a while the only sound was a merry light tinkling of water, like raindrops onto a small pond. Then suddenly it went dark and I was nestling back in my favourite spot, really really close to that tiny slit, a little damp, but bearable, convinced by past experiences I would be dry later. I couldn’t smell much after wards and the powder didn’t bother me from then on.

Then on the move again there was laughter, giggles, the shrill voice, shrieks of pleasure, pop music, more shrill voices, loud announcements.

Much later I was transferred unceremoniously to my odorous static domain.

Another day. Result! While grumpy rasping voices seemed to argue, large pink folds encompassed me in a sudden light before I was elevated, high, between long, slightly lumpy limbs, being wriggled round dimpled buttocks, then untidily cuddled up amongst two large orange peel like ravines. It was if I was in a jungle, such was the fair to ginger straggly growth all around. Some zonguldak escort of the growth had somehow become entangled between the ravine walls and seemed trapped. On the other hand if I ventured to the outer extremities, I would be suddenly in what could be a harvested area, a bit like being alone in a expanse of crop stubble, harsh and unforgiving. The ravines were nearly dark purple in colour, quite different to the one shade of pink in my last venture. The odour from the ravine was earthily powerful, permeating the whole of my comfy surrounds. The sides of the ravines were like two rough escarpments, coursing shabbily inwards to a long, jagged deep dark fissure in the surfaces, as if two tectonic plates had shifted together. I detected a slight seeping of a dark crimson unctuous grease like substance from the fissure.

Incredibly loud pop music, chink of glass, raucous laughter would be the order of the day.

Much like with the teddy bears, sudden light, cooler air and wall gadgets surrounded me, then the sharp click clack of hard heels on tiles, a loud rasping flat echoing sound followed by what seemed like a deep falling, flood plain waterfall. That stopped but unlike the teddy bears I was made to wait a while. Rustling and tearing of plastic and tissue followed until I found I was being hoisted vertically to find an imposter in my comfy domain. It was a long piece of white string, but I managed to avoid it once it found it’s own place. A different stronger odour now existed and stayed until I found myself in the pongy static area before the toss, turn and spin that occurred regularly.

Another day Goodie! my favourite choice — well it wasn’t me choosing, but I always appreciated the challenge this mobile domain posed. I had of course been in this very place many times, but either in larger folds and areas, ranging from – not teddy bears but pandas, swans and fairies and then plainer less patterned, but a delightful spectrum of colours and shades, nearly all pastel but now and then a strong, single tone. Sometimes the decoration was a message. This particular enclosure was limited, exciting and requiring my skills in getting and staying close to the target.

Arguing, the same shrill voice and another not so. Then the rasping harsh coughing voice until giggling,

After the usual twisting and turning in the light, I was finally prepared. Up I went, not as far as the large pink and the shorter limbs were smooth and unblemished. There was a lot of careful manipulation before I could zonguldak escort settle, not exactly settle, this was the start of a risky, dangerous but oh so pleasant escapade. I went all the way up catching sight of my ultimate goal in the Oh goody! lightly coppiced narrowing, then down slightly, the smooth limbs either side of me, frequently shifting and then up – yes that was final. I didn’t have time to appreciate my surrounding, being budged and fiddled until just right. I had to make a choice at this stage.

Stay here amongst a fair brown, light downy scented undergrowth or precariously squeeze my way, only about an inch and a half, along very taut climbing ropes to the narrowest of bridges either side of a slightly, bulbous pink/red mound with uneven wrinkles coursing from a central minute crevasse. Deciding to stay put, knowing I could transfer when the motion stopped — like I say, I’d been here many time before, I remained and savoured the beauty in my surrounds.

Much giggling, shop tills, more giggling, pop music and yes more giggling was the background apart from one near silent episode where a squeaky dominant voice intervened during an uncomfortable moment.

The downy feather like surface was the perfect cosseted place to drink in the beauty of this particular environment. Gentle fronds on a puffy, pink gentle pouch, soft, slender, smooth folds aside a dark slit pouted out, still flowered with the same growth, almost like a perfumed garden. No odour, no sudden bright light, no wall gadgets and no watery waves of sound — until……. Suddenly I was struggling to keep my place for a few moments, the limbs each side slapping together, until thankfully, I was motionless and then horror of horrors a grubby, blunt nailed digit knocked me aside. I struggled to keep in place while the uncouth imposter digit roughly probed the inner sanctum, inducing a creamy sliver of dampness, some of which remained on the withdrawing digit. At last it disappeared, leaving a deposit of the light damp creamy substance on the slit edges.

I was able to re-establish my position as the motion started again. Nothing further proved difficult and I basked in relative piece until all motion ceased. The smooth slender limbs came close together at an angle of about 90 degree. This provided me with an opportunity to slide back and savour the bulbous mound, slightly flattened now and without any tortuous climbing on my behalf to relish the different terrain. Not as big as the peachy environment I’d been in, it was easy circular cove with a little more moisture.

It wasn’t long before we were on the move again and I was thrust into the static zone to no doubt be subjected to a healthy rejuvenation and exercise, leaving me with joyful expectancy of which of three modes I would next accompany.

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Adult Trip Pt. 01

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So hubby has been telling me that I have been too nice lately and so when we scheduled our adult trip, I was incredibly excited to take advantage of both my sexual appetite and my dominant side.

We checked into our adults only and clothing optional hotel and quickly unpacked. The first night was just scoping out the scene, but my head was on a swivel for sexy men, couples and even sexy women though this trip was going to be all or at least mostly about me:).

My husband is a charming guy and at dinner we met three other couples and to my dissatisfaction, they were missing a fourth for golf in the morning. My husband was like a dog begging me and while I was upset at the time, it was the perfect situation for me. Given my approval, I spent the evening being very friendly with both the wives first, but also the husbands. I was very respectful not of my husband, but of the wives while doing so. Let me be clear that I was not being disrespectful to hubby, but I was letting the group know who wore the pants in the family and by the end of the evening and after many cocktails, I believe the message was conveyed quite accurately.

While hubby was out golfing the next day, I took full advantage of relaxing, enjoying the spa, but equally important mingling. I spent time with the gals, but also enjoyed escaping to meet others at the hotel. One couple was extremely enticing and I ended up conversing and drinking with Tony and his lovely bride Jannette.

They were an incredibly attractive black couple and after a number of drinks it was clear there was an attraction that would prove valuable throughout the trip. Tony’s stature was that of a football player as he was 6’2 and muscles bulging everywhere. Jannette was slim, but with curves in all the right places and extremely toned.

I was a bit tipsy and the comfort level was such, that I began to divulge the reality of my relationship. I had them in tears laughing as I communicated about my dominance in our relationship and that this was the trip that would change the path forever. To date, we had kept our femdom and cuckold relationship very discreet but it was going to change and I was adamant about making it known to the broader patrons of this hotel during our trip.

We were at the pool and while Jannette and I wore very skimpy bathing suits, we were still overdressed given the clothing optional aspect of the establishment. Tony wore an even less revealing suit which had me extremely curious. My curiosity was quickly mitigated as Tony grabbed us more cocktails and then ushered us to the nearby ocean. He was the first to remove his suit and I was immediately in a trance. Jannette grabbed my arm laughing as I stared at her Adonis husband. His stature was already incredible and I had been admiring it at the pool subtly, but with the suit off, his muscles became secondary. His cock was a soft 7-8 inches which far exceeded what my cucky sported hard and the thickness of his massive black member was equally if not more impressive.

My mouth hung open as Jannette continued to laugh and abruptly began to remove my suit. I let her do so easily and within moments Tony and I were embracing in our naked states. HIs mouth and his incredible lips connected with mine and I melted as his tongue engaged and swirled my own. I was genuinely consumed and could immediately feel wetness between my legs. Our embrace seemed to last forever, but I quickly became concerned about Tony’s wife and my new friend Janette’s. I broke the kiss and immediately apologized to her. Before I could get out a few words, Jannette moved close and locked her delicious lips on my own.

We made out for much longer until Tony became unhappy with us ignoring him. He quickly established his hierarchy, signaling to his wife Janette that he should remain the center of attention. She immediately embraced him in an apologetic manner while pulling me in as the third. Tony wasted no time trabzon escort as his fingers explored my wetness while maintaining the kiss with his wife.

I could tell that I was literally dripping and closed my eyes as I heard the squishing sound of his long thick fingers penetrating my soaked pussy. As I opened them, I looked down to see that his other hand had pushed Jannette’s suit aside and he was penetrating her cunt aggressively as well.

Tony sensed my excitement and pulled me close without removing his fingers. I felt his other hand pull my ass close and his lips swallowed mine as his tongue danced inside my mouth. I had no control and shook with embarrassment as I experienced an incredible orgasm on his fingers. I could feel Janette close and was comforted and turned on as she touched and kissed my neck. All tension and apprehension was gone and my body continued convulsing and let loose all together. It was only the second time in my life, but I felt myself squirting as I rode this amazing O. Tony’s strength held me up as my body was nearly limp; I was literally stunned that I had experienced such a quick and powerful squirting orgasm within minutes of his amazing fingers.

I was so embarrassed I did not know what to say and Janette broke the silence inquiring whether that was normal. I was buzzed already and told her that Tony’s fingers alone were larger than my hubby’s cock and that I had never cum so quickly in my life, and admitted that it was only the second time that I had squirted.

The joy was collective and Janette turned to one of the hotel staff boys watching intently and ordered a drink. Tony and I did the same but I did so blushing and looking into the sand without making eye contact with the observer. While Tony stood there proudly and almost glowing, I glanced down to see his massive cock was now hard and I was in absolute shock. I wanted to disappear or run and go hide in my room as my pussy tingled wondering what it would be like to feel that monster inside of me.

The thought was broken and they wanted to understand more about me and my hubby. Jannette asked if I was a dominant personality in general or whether it was just with my husband. I blushed as I answered the latter. I communicated that I was definitely in life, but genuinely have been itching to explore my own submissive side and we had engaged with a few Alpha men or Bulls in the past.

They literally high-fived as Jannette commented that she knew that was the case. She furthered my embarrassment first asking if I had ever been a slut for big black cock and I shook my head no. She then asked if I wanted to be a naughty whore for big black cock and my face reddened as I stared into the sand. My mind raced as I was a caught off guard my her language and candor. Then I realized I should not be that surprised as her husband had just gotten me off minutes earlier. Seconds passed in silence and as I stared into the sand, I am sure they knew my answer due to the long delay. I continued my thought process about this weekend and what I ultimately wanted.

Before I could finally answer, she commented that her husband, Tony was an expert in white couple psychology. She followed with the question of whether I would like them to explore the situation of Tony treating me as his white slut and whore, while working in concert with me to degrade, debase and humiliate my husband to an extent unimaginable to either of us. Without thinking, I nodded my head as it was that aspect that I wanted to truly accomplish this trip and to explore my own submissive sexuality was going to be a huge bonus. I knew at that moment that our lives would never be the same and my heart raced wondering about the fate of our trip.

Tony then spoke and communicated that it was very important that I maintain my superior status over my husband and that he would absolutely allow for that to happen but that if I truly wanted uşak escort this, he wanted verbal confirmation that I was willing to be his white slut. Before I could answer he ordered me to call him Master and to communicate that I wanted to be his naughty, dirty whorish white cunt for the remaining two days they had left at the resort. The way he was talking would normally have me running, but instead I could feel a pool of wetness emerging from my white cunt and down my legs. I always hated that word but hearing it come out of his mouth had me reeling with sexuality.

Before verbalizing my commitment, I inquired about the position of Jannette, grabbing her hand while doing so. She smiled and said that we would be equals beneath Tony as our Master, but far above my husband at the bottom of the totem pole.

I was relieved and Jannette somehow comforted me during this fast paced transition and evolution. Tony waited patiently and I answered that I truly wanted to be his white slut and without prodding continued with what I thought that might entail. I voiced that I would adhere to any and all orders he required of me and as his slut I would do so eagerly.

I looked over as Janet then waved. I looked up to see the wives from the previous night nearby also watching what just transpired. Thankfully they were not near enough to realize the extent of the conversation and I blushed wondering if they saw me nearly pass out from being finger blasted. I told Tony and Jannette that my husband was golfing with their husbands. While I thought my communication of the situation would result in their understanding, that was clearly not the case as Jannette continued to wave them closer.

Immediately, Tony pressed on the top of my head and ordered me on my knees as the wives approached. I resisted but his strength and stature had me down before I realized it. He spoke sternly, telling me that as his white cunt I did not have a say and that I would abide by his orders and commands as he requested both in public and in private. Before I could answer he pressed his massive black cock against my shut lips.

Knowing what I had just committed to and without hesitation, I opened my mouth and took in his huge prick; immediately I was in love. The smell, taste and girth was beyond comprehension and I was immediately and passionately sucking the massive bulbous head. Tony wanted to make a statement with the new wives and lunged forward pressing half his 10 plus inches into my mouth and throat. I gagged and then spit and slobbered as he removed his cock from my mouth as quickly as it had entered. Simultaneously, I heard one of the wives nearly scream in shock. Jannette immediately comforted the gals communicating candidly and simply that I had chosen to be Tony’s white slut for the next few days.

I turned slightly and felt like I was in a movie as Janette welcomed them as if nothing was going on beyond her. She had an amazing skill of comforting people in uncomfortable situations; she introduced herself as Tony’s lovely wife and I could see all three women staring at me on my knees in absolute shock. We were at a resort that welcomed nudity, swingers and sexual activity and I thought for a moment how horrific this would be if that was not the case. Stil, I saw the look of amazement and disapproval at my cheating behavior.

Jannette continued, communicating that she had heard that the wives and their husbands had met me last evening and that their husbands were in fact out golfing with my husband at the present. She did so nonchalantly and again continued without needing confirmation. Jannette then in her transparent fashion communicated revealed that my husband was a submissive cuckold and that he would shortly be welcoming Tony into the relationship. One of the gals laughed and turned to another saying I told you so. Again, I had made it clear that I wore the pants the previous evening, but van escort it would have been difficult to conclude what Jannette had just revealed.

Tony was no longer amused by the conversation and it was if my ears were suddenly plugged; the conversation disappeared as Tony roughly took hold of my hair and shoved his cock back into my mouth and throat. He seemed so caring and gentle before but that had all changed once I agreed to be his 48 hour white whore. His voice became my only focus and he called me his dirty white cunt once again and told me to open my throat as he pushed further into my gullet. I was gagging but did my best to stretch my mouth and open my throat to accommodate my new Master. He held my head like a vice and began pistoning my mouth my and throat; he was literally fucking my face.

I could not breath and again he finally released me and allowed his huge prick to emerge and he stroked it proudly as the wives watched in a mesmerized state. I was unsure whether to continue to be embarrassed or proud that I was the one on my knees before this specimen.

I could see his massive black cock throbbing and the huge veins covering the black beast were easily visible. I tried to get some relief and used my hands to stroke his incredible cock. I reached underneath rubbing his equally huge balls and was literally amazed at the size of his entire package. He allowed me only a few breaths and then shoved his cock back inside, telling me that it had been months since he had a dirty white cunt and slammed his black prick in and out of my mouth and throat.

I could not believe the abuse, but yet I was turned on more than I had ever been in my entire life. I used one hand to rub my drenched pussy as I took his pummeling. I felt a rough slap across my face and was stunned. Tony bolted out that my body belonged to him and that I could not touch myself and could not orgasm without his permission. His relentless assault continued while he disciplined me. I heard gasps from the other wives as I moaned an apology around his gigantic black cock.

Tony then ordered Janette underneath me and I flexed upwards to allow her into position. Within seconds I felt her tongue gliding along my wet pussy lips and her tongue punctured my soaked lips and sucked on my clit. I knew I could not last and immediately moaned with Tony’s cock inside my mouth. He knew what I was asking permission and ordered me not to cum.

I could not hold back as Jannette’s expert tongue worked my slutty clit and as I began to cum, Tony’s cock enlarged and pulsed. Immediately my mouth was being filled with delicious black sperm and I tried to pull back but he held my head firmly. I swallowed and swallowed but could feel the pressure of his cum and his semen began leaking from my lips. Before I suffocated, he pulled out and continued to release more sperm from his massive black cock. Several more shots of cum coated my hair, face and lips as together we moaned through our respective orgasms. Again, I could hear gasps in the background as I came down. Jannette maneuvered from underneath me and I collapsed on all fours.

Tony pulled my face of and wiped his final cum remnants along my cheek telling me that as his dirty white cunt, I should always consume and wear his superior black cum. He told me that I would be punished later for cumming without his permission, but his devious smile had me relaxed versus fearful.

Tony approached the other women and casually introduced himself as if nothing had just taken place. He then ushered Jannette to join him as they took hold of their delivered drinks and left me on the beach, cum soaked on all fours. Tony turned back commenting that he would text me shortly and that hubby and I would be joining them back on the beach as soon as hubby arrived.

Surprisingly, the three wives rushed to help me up and asked if I was okay. They wanted to confirm that I had agreed to be Tony’s slave. I was humiliated beyond belief as I had just been treated like a cheap whore, but also had just experienced two of the most powerful orgasms of my life without having a cock inside me. I knew I had to be honest and just nodded my head in shame.

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A Partner in the Firm (Step 01)

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Years later I’d wonder how it had all started. At what point had we begun the slide into a female-led relationship and I had sold my freedom, dignity and self-respect forever.

The crazy thing is, when I picture it, it isn’t in the first whipping, the first night spent on her floor, the first time that a collar was slipped around my neck or the first time she slept with another man.

No, if I really think about it, the first time I ever felt her power was in a hug. It was the day after I had lost my job as partner in Hutson’s & Hutson’s. I was sent home in the afternoon and drove straight back, not knowing where else to go. I switched the kettle on for tea, but instead of making anything I went to bed and collapsed staring up at the ceiling. I pondered over and over in my head the word “diversity.” How in our society it had got to the point where in the name of “anti-discrimination” the bosses could call in a perfectly qualified solicitor who had worked for them for five years and had done nothing wrong, and tell him that they had no choice but to let him go since he was a white male.

I was raised liberal, had always considered myself an ally of LGBT, of feminism, Civil Rights and everything with the name of equality. So I tried not to be bitter about it, to tell myself that my privilege had finally caught up with me and that was a good thing. It was these thoughts that had stopped me lashing out at Alistair Hutson. But try as I might not to, I felt myself bitter on the inside. Betrayed. I would get a new job, but for now, I was only sad.

She came in after the summer sun had set. She didn’t call out, which is a habit we have. Two junior partners working in the city and an hours drive from home. Getting home before eight was unusual.

We live in the suburbs but the house isn’t particularly big. It’s what two young people buy when they don’t have a family and they expect their earnings to only go up. Two bedrooms. All amenities. So she found me quickly enough. She put one hand on her hip, concerned. Her brown fringe fell with the angle of her head as she watched me with blue eyes. Her cheekbones danced in the light. She was wearing, as always, a classy, professional suit. Trousers instead of a skirt. But for her conservatism, it was well-cut and couldn’t hide her sharp-soft sexiness.

It took me a moment to break the expectant silence. I had been turning her over in my thoughts too. Would she leave me? We were going strong, but we had only been together a year. We had met defending opposite clients and now, here we were. Partners. I hoped, even still.

“They let me go,” I said. “Diversity.”

She didn’t react at first and I couldn’t look at her. Just turned my head back to the ceiling.

Then, she came towards me. She leaned over me in the bed and hugged me. She was a tall woman. Even with the small heels she wore for work, she was an inch over me. When she leant down on the bed, my head came to her blouse and her soft chest. She leant her chin on my head. Somehow the mattress didn’t stop her arms wrapping tightly around my body. More of a big sister hug, an embracing squeeze than anything else. An enveloping.

” Oh baby,” she said. “It’s okay. I’m working, we’ll be okay.”

I felt a relief in me. A gratitude. I had been worried about losing everything and in her arms, with her reassurance, I felt safe.

“We’ll get married in the spring, next year Bobby.” She said. “I’ve planned for this.”

I tried to lean back and look at her. To check if she was serious. But she held me too tight.

—-

Things escalated from there. At first at a reasonably natural pace. I was left at home with a lot of free time, so when not applying to firms in the city, I could take care of things around the house. As a young professional couple, we had taken to letting things get out of hand a little, especially towards the end of the week. We would have to hire a maid every two or three weeks. But now, I could clean the gutters, sweep the path, do all the dusting and wiping that was needed. I could make sure dinner was ready for Alice when she got home.

I took to it well after the initial few days of moping. I got up and went running from 6 or 7am. At the same time as Alice did. Sometimes we ran together. When tekirdağ escort she got back, she would go and get ready for work I would prepare us breakfast. Make her cappuccino just as she liked it.

Most of what I had made at Hutson’s had went straight back into the mortgage of the home, the final payments on the mustang (Ford and used, but still), payments for law school debts and a thousand other habits one makes when he thinks he has a career ahead of him and is young. Now, that the paycheck had stopped, Alice took it up.

I protested in the first week, a month after I had been let go, when she pressed an allowance into my hand.

“It’s too much!”

But she had persisted and reasoned with me. As always, her logic was infallible. We needed groceries. Petrol to get those groceries.

I took her money.

From then on, every week, she would give me an allowance, generous enough to buy what was needed, but not so much that we were ever in trouble. She managed the money, which was only fair. After all, she earned it.

I would ask her what brands she preferred, what she liked for dinner. I insisted she phone me or text me what she felt like so it would be waiting for her when she got home. She gave in, and pretty soon we were in the habit of Alice spelling out what was needed in the house, what she wanted for dinner. More than that, she would tell me if she felt the weeds were getting too high in the garden, or if she needed her suits dry-cleaned. Once we were in the habit, a part of me did resent it. Especially when the air with which she said “I need my pants pressed better,” or “don’t forget to shine my Monks today,” became incredibly casual. But I suppressed my protest for the sake of harmony. After all I had been the one to ask her to let me know if I could help her out in ‘any way’ while I was still looking for work.

The search for work was going less well. I tailor-made every cover letter, researched every firm in the city. I couldn’t figure it out. My credentials were sound. I had been assured of good reference from Hutson’s. I would often get as far as the first interview but then, blankness. I would hit a wall. If I phoned them or emailed them I was informed that “regrettably, though you are very qualified, and interviewed well; we have elected to choose someone else for the position.”

I tried to stay positive, something I’m good at. I accepted we are in a downturn. But after two, three months, the gap in my CV became seemingly interminable and I began to lose confidence.

And honestly, it didn’t help that in October, Alice found herself promoted to Partner with Jones & Lionel. The power balance between us, already wide, was shifting further. I felt that I would never catch up and we could never be equals.

Of course I couldn’t say this when she came through the door and told me. I had prepared spaghetti for us in the kitchen and, as it was a Friday, set half a bottle of wine on the table. On the announcement of her “good news” I forced myself to smile, congratulate her and kiss her on the cheek.

She smiled back. It was, for all its joy, a pitying smile. “Come on,” she said. She grabbed my wrist. “Forget about the food today, we’re eating out.”

She pulled me out the doors. I tried not to resent that the dinner I had spent the evening cooking and taking pains over and buying expensive herbs for, was now going to waste.

She drove her Audi with me captive at high speeds. Still in her work clothes, a knee-length skirt, she looked ready for going out. I was dressed for home and hoped she’d be going somewhere low-key. But Alice couldn’t contain her excitement enough to let me ask her where.

“They just called me in and told me they appreciated how I’d handled the Watson’s account. It was like getting recognition for all I’d ever done, you know? Like my hard work’s finally paying off.”

I smiled and said nothing.

Instead of going somewhere low-key, we went to Mathieson’s. Which is about the most expensive Italian in America.

“Come on Alice…” I said. “I’m not dressed.”

“I know honey.” She put a hand on my leg. “I should have let you dress.” She laughed aloud. “I’m sorry I was in such a rush and yanked you out here without thinking. But come on. This trabzon escort is my night.”

I couldn’t help but notice that she was yanking me again.

—

It was a humiliating dinner. Everyone there was better dressed than me. Right from when we walked in, I could feel not just the patrons, but the waiters and the maitre d’ looking down on me.

All enquiries were directed to the elegant Alice, who seemed not to notice. She laughed loudly and joked with everyone who served us. I had been hoping for a quiet table in the corner, but she picked out a table for two right in the centre.

Things went from bad to disastrous when it came time to order. For one thing, the waiter is male and, from my straight point of view, very good-looking. Apparently from Alice’s too, who played with her hair while he told only her the specials. I was feeling too small to interrupt them.

“I’ll take the mushroom soup, the risotto and crème brûlée. My fiancé here will take your croutons and your salad. No dessert. But don’t worry honey,” and she winked gleefully at my shocked face. “I’ll give you a taste of mine if you behave yourself.”

I started trying to speak, as the waiter collected our menus. But my jaw seemed to have come loose and wouldn’t shut. When I recovered I leaned forward and whispered, trying to sound as angry as possible without raising my voice. “Excuse me, but since when did you order for me?”

Alice frowned, tried to look innocent. “Oh, I’m sorry honey,” she said. “I just thought that’s what you would like since you’re trying to keep in good shape, you know?”

I was astounded, looking at her in a new light. But before I could launch in to a row, she spoke loudly enough that I was threatened back into silence.

“After all,” she said and looked right at me. “It is me who’s paying.”

Despite myself, knowing that my first response should have been outrage, I glanced round me to make sure no one had heard. Luckily they showed little signs if they did.

I tried to maintain my feelings, to process what she was doing to me. I knew on the one hand she was out of line and on the other, I knew she was right. And I hated myself for it and said nothing.

The wine came, brought by a beautiful blonde waitress in her twenties. Without hesitation she poured some of the wine into Alice’s glass. Alice tasted and nodded her satisfaction. The waitress began to fill the glass up. Alice watched me and said in a magnanimous tone “and give him some too.” She took my right leg in both of hers, squeezing it tightly. “But not too much,” she smiled.

With a smirk that seemed private the blond waitress obeyed, giving me just half a glass. I stared at it like it was blood and then watched Alice drinking her glass, watching me.

I thought about getting drunk in protest, but the bottle was placed near Alice and she kept it on her side of the table the whole night. Occasionally she would pour some into my glass and I couldn’t hold back from letting myself have some since I didn’t want to be there. But Alice kept most of it for herself. She was getting drunk and obviously having a good time. I soon forgot about my humiliation and tried to have a good time. This is her night, I reminded myself. Be happy for her.

In the interim before dessert Alice finished off the last of the wine and watched me like a piece of meat. I tried to just be aroused, but in truth I was unnerved. She raised her hand and ordered another bottle of wine.

I made a face. I didn’t like the idea. “Honey,” I said, as the waiter walked away. “Don’t you think we better call it a night, maybe get a drink back home?”

Instead of acting as if I’d said anything or indeed existed, Alice stood up. She grabbed my wrist. “Come on champ,” she said. “We’re going to the bathroom.”

She pulled me out of my seat with surprising strength and I blanched slightly. Alice was obviously drunk and forgetting herself. As she pulled me past the tables, other couples and groups were looking at us, some smiling slyly, some aghast.

“Alice…” I began, but she wouldn’t stop. She pulled me straight for the woman’s bathroom and pushed open the door. My head was swimming, I didn’t know what to think. Luckily the washroom was empty as she shoved me inside sivas escort a cubicle, and began smothering my face with kisses. I started to respond, but she was very much in control. She aggressively licked my face and kissed me more. I could feel my dick hard in my jeans and I started to unbutton Alice’s top. I set her up against the cistern, exchanging heated kisses. I was undoing the last button of her blouse when she breathed-hissed “there isn’t time!”

“What?’ I said, pulling back slightly. Her globe breasts were heaving beneath her black bra, her flat stomach rising to support them.

“There isn’t time Bobby!”

She slid one hand up her skirt and began pulling down her panties.

“Help me Bobby!”

I sat down, the wrong way on the closed toilet, my eyes level with her crotch. I inhaled her sweet, almost angry scent. It seemed right by her soft, suburban thighs as I slid my hands up them and pulled her frilly panties down, round past and off her heels.

I started to stand but she pushed her heels into my thighs and I felt a firm hand on my head, gripping my hair.

“No, Bobby,” she said, watching me. “Go down.”

My eyes probably widened. Hers narrowed.

I obeyed.

This is her night, I repeated in my head. I began pushing her skirt over round past her bouncy behind. The cunt looked back at me, as tight and tender as when I had fallen in love with it. I ate without thinking, concerned only with her pleasure. She moaned as I tongued, riveted her pussy back and forth until I was breathing in it, almost choking in it. I ate on.

“Yes… Yes…” Whispered Alice.

After ten minutes of dutiful pussy-eating, I started to rise. Alice would have none of it. She threw her legs round behind my shoulder and locked me firmly in place, She yanked my hair sharply, as if in punishment. I couldn’t deny I was loving it too, even though it was frustrating. Eventually she shuddered and I was eating her cum. She jerked like a cat. Pushed her pussy deep into my face as I ate it. I spluttered in the last moment and she relaxed. She swung one leg from behind my back, then the other. She smiled at me like only a recently spent woman can smile. She sat down on my right leg, hands over my neck and let out a small laugh. The edge of her hip teasing my hard cock.

“Alright,” I said. “Now me.” I put one hand on her waist, ready to bring her up onto my shaft. But she put a hand on my chest and laughed lightly again.

“Oh Bobby, Bobby. I couldn’t possibly baby. And we better go out. They’ll be getting suspicious, don’t you think?”

I tried to think of a reply, but Alice had already stood up. She had made sure I had gotten most of the cum in my mouth so that she only needed the smallest wipe with a tissue before she was already fixing herself.

I did the same for myself, not knowing what else to do. “Look,” she said. “I’ll go out first. It’ll look better that way. You come out a little later.”

“But what if someone sees me?” I said. “In here, I mean.”

“You’ll just have to listen.” She couldn’t help herself but smile. “And hope you get lucky.” She eyed me once over before disappearing.

It was only when she had left the bathroom that I realised I was trembling. What had my girlfriend just done to me? I was also, for the same reasons, very much erect. Before I knew what I was doing, I was unzipping my pants again, and finishing what we had started.

It was with a great deal of shame that I finally came out the bathroom and headed with a bowed head back towards my table. How many of my potential future employers, of Alice’s future, past, or present clients, were in this very room?

I raised my eyes enough to see Alice at our table, apparently feeling none of this. She was laughing with the cute male waiter from the beginning, almost finished with her crème brûlée. They seemed too close for my liking. As I came closer the waiter caught sight of me and stiffened. He bent down to Alice, whispered something in her ear and then moved off.

Just before I sat down, Alice spoke.

“Don’t sit down,” she ordered. “I have something for you.” She held the spoon in her hand with the last of the crème brûlée. “You’ve earned it.”

I hesitated, then caught her irresistible smile. I bent over the table to take it, but she held the spoon lower to her lap. I was almost on it when I caught the spoon and sucked it dry, too nervous to reconsider what I was doing. I heard Alice snicker above me and felt the eyes of everyone around us on my back.

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Barrack Room Betty Ch. 11

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Chapter Eleven – An Offer You Can’t Refuse!

Michele remained on her knees and waited for Chief Writer Rod Latham to come over to the bunk to see what he wanted of her.

It turned out he wanted a quick fellatio session, which she provided.

After the three sailors had satisfied their urges with Michele it was time to talk business.

“So as you can see compartment Six Quebec Delta Alpha has been put to uses other than for those intended when the ship was built,” Rod Latham began.

“We use it for our own little business on board. We have an illegal open bar four nights a week, gambling twice a week, and when Polly and Doris drafted on board and we found out about the Barrack Room Betty stuff, so we started a porno movie and tranny prossie night once a week.”

“And Polly and Doris are ok with this?” Michele asked, puffing on a cigarette.

“Well they can’t really complain can they? We blackmailed them but we are fair; they get half of what we charge the sailors to fuck them,” Knocker grinned.

“And you’re getting the same deal. You work down here in Six Quebec Delta Alpha one night a week and you get paid half of what you make,” Rod explained.

“So basically you want me to work as a transvestite prostitute with two other transvestite prostitutes and you three take half what we earn?” Michele replied.

The three men just smiled and nodded.

“And of course if I refuse; you make my life hell and expose me as a closet crossdresser on a ship with over three thousand ship’s company, a lot of whom have no compunction about putting their cock into a man dressed as a woman?” Michele said.

“You got it girly,” Knocker grinned.

“Ok; you will have my answer before we get back to Pompey,” Michele replied.

“Now if you don’t mind I need to change back and report to the section base.”

“No need to report, that’s all taken care of,” Rod smiled at her.

“Well in any case, I need to get changed and get to scran,” Michele replied.

“No rush Michele. Been as you’re still dressed how about a quick fuck before you go?” Spike smirked.

“And how much are you charging the punters to fuck Polly and Doris?” Michele asked.

“Ten pounds for a fuck and five for a headjob,” he replied.

“Well you’ll need a tenner then won’t you Jason?” referring to Spike by his proper name.

“You lads just had your last freebie; now fuck off and let a lady get changed in peace!”

Rod and Knocker laughed and Spike flushed with anger.

“Come on lads, we’ve got to up spirits to open the bar tonight. Leave Michele alone,” Rod ordered.

Michele shucked out of her female attire as soon as they left and stood at the small sink removing her makeup, the cogs in her brain ticking over as a plan germinated. She smirked at herself in the mirror and then changed back into her uniform and once more became Able Seaman Nyland.

The next day Michael Nyland met with ABs Dave ‘Doc’ Holiday and Brian ‘Polly’ Perkins in the starboard after ladder bay at stand easy. They sipped kai, sailors slang for hot chocolate, and smoked cigarettes. It was a dismal day with rough seas and pouring rain so they had the space to themselves.

“So the queen of the barracks calls a meeting of her discarded proteges,” Doc said sarcastically.

“Ok ladies; I know I’ve been doing things my own way for a while but right now we are all in the same situation,” Michele began.

“Rod Latham, Knocker White and Spike Jones think they have us over a barrel. I know you girls have been whoring for them and they think they can blackmail me into the same game.”

“What choice do we have? Those cunts know about us being Barrack Room Bettys at HMS Chelmsford! They can ruin our careers!” Doc screeched.

“Ok, chill girls. I have a plan that might just see us on easy street,” Michael said soothingly.

“Just listen me out; but this only works if we are united”

Michael went on to explain his plan in great detail and Doc and Polly listened intently as the plan was unveiled.

That evening CPO Rod Latham, PO Knocker White and AB ‘Spike’ Jason Jones entered Six Quebec Delta Alpha compartment to find Michele, Doris and Polly dressed resplendently and sitting at the small table smoking and drinking from cans of Newcastle Brown Ale.

“What the fuck do you lot think you’re doing!” Knocker stormed over the coaming banging his knee, which elicited a giggle from the trio of transvestites.

“You cunts shouldn’t be here! Tonight’s gambling night!” Spike whined and aggressively strode across the compartment.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Rod put a steadying hand out to his two partners in crime.

“Something tells me that Michele has a proposal. She’s too fucking smart for her own boots but I suggest we listen anyway.”

Michele smiled and waved the three over to sit. Rod sat at the table and Knocker and Spike on the bunk.

“Ok. I’ve considered your offer with some profundity. That means I though hard about it Spike,” Michele couldn’t help but samsun escort bait her old boyfriend.

“And here’s the problem. You lads are thinking way too modest and your business plan sucks. You are running an illegal open bar four nights a week, a gambling night twice a week, and a porno movie and tranny prossie night once a week.”

“The whole corporate model sucks.”

“What the fuck would you know you’re just a stupid AB Writer transvestite!” Knocker spat.

“No! I’m an intelligent AB Writer who has transvestite peccadilloes and if you shut the fuck up I’ll make you rich,” Michele replied.

“Shut the fuck up Knocker, let’s hear what she’s got to say,” Rod interjected.

Michele raised her eyebrows at Polly and nodded to the fridge and Polly got everyone a can of beer.

“Here is my proposal. We run an open bar with gambling tables every night of the week and there will be four sexy transvestite hostesses on hand to encourage the punters to spend big and they are also available for sex at a price,” Michele espoused.

“But…” Spike was about to interject but Rod raised a hand to shut him down.

“Yeah; I know, this place is a shithole! We need to get it spruced up. Painted, fitted out and made fit for purpose. We put in a proper bar, proper tables and chairs, and for us girls a workroom where we can take the punters for sex,” Michele went on.

“I’m sure you lads have influence with the departmental regulators so we can get materials and a workforce to make it happen during the pre-deployment preparation period. We can offer cash or favours to make sure it gets done,” Michele took a sip of her drink and lit a cigarette.

“What else Michele? That’s not all is it?” Rod asked.

“No it’s not. I want you to arrange a draft for AB Steward Ray Maine from HMS Blake to the Ark; she’s the forth hostess.”

“I want the four of us to be removed from the watch and station bill. We will be effectively posted to the Ark but will not have a part of ship or any duty stations so we can manage this place full time on your behalf.”

“And finally I want the compartment below, Seven Quebec Delta Alpha turned into a four berth mess for your Bettys. I’ve checked the ship’s drawings and it’s just a void. All it needs is air conditioning, fresh water and fitting out with bunks and a shower and a head.”

“That’s bollocks! Even Chief’s don’t get a four berth!” Knocker growled.

“Gentlemen. What I’m offering is a business proposal. We have a seven month deployment to the Mediterranean, Asia and Australia coming up with shit loads of sea time between ports and two thousand plus bored sailors and officers with pockets bulging with cash.”

In the 1970s officers and rating were still paid in cash every Thursday fortnight, even at sea. The Pusser operated a savings bank on board but most sailors simply threw their pay packets into their lockers so they had ready cash for the next port of call.

“We only allow selected members of the ship’s company to use the facility; those we can trust to keep it an absolute secret. But we will make a shitload of money,” Michele finished her proposal.

The three men were gobsmacked by the magnitude of Michele’s proposal but Michele could see the wheels turning in their heads. Michele knew that CPO Rod Latham was the brains of their tinpot venture and that he would see the merit in her proposal.

He spoke first.

“And the alternative?”

“Polly, Doris and I won’t work for you. We know you will out us so we’ll have to pull tricks in messdecks and other spaces around the ship where we won’t get caught. It will be very unpleasant but if don’t do that the bullies will get to us,” Michele replied.

“Your business will suffer and life for us will be shit,” she finished.

“And the big question. How much do we pay you girls?” Knocker interjected.

“We take any costs setting up the business out of the projected profits up front and then we split everything evenly. Rod and I are Writers so we can run the books so everything is transparent to all of us,” Michele replied.

“We all make a lot of money and we all have fun; it doesn’t get any better than that.”

“It’s just like that Godfather dit we saw last week lads; I’m making you an offer you can’t refuse,” Michele grinned.

The three men deliberated amongst themselves while Michele, Doris and Polly chatted and discussed the finer details. Then they discussed the proposal together late into the night. At around midnight and quite a few drinks later a consensus was reached.

The three transvestites and the three sailors clinked their cans together in a toast.

“To ‘Barrack Room Betty’s’, the only floating gentleman’s club in the Royal Navy,” Rod laughed.

“And as been as this is the last time we will be in this shithole before it’s refitted; and, countermanding my previous directive, you lads get one last freebie,” Michele declared.

Jason lunged for Michele but was intercepted by CPO Rod Latham.

“Rank urfa escort has its privileges Able Seaman Jones,” Rod interjected.

Spike looked very perturbed at not being able to engage with his former lover and Michele shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wan smile as Rod lifted her out of her seat and then planted her in his lap.

Michele had none of her female attire on board and so she was dressed in the Wren’s uniform, albeit with the skirt shortened and against any navy uniform regulations; high heels, stockings, suspenders and satin panties.

She lowered her face to Rod’s and kissed him passionately as she straddled him and his hand slid under her skirt and stroked her thighs. Polly had reluctantly joined Knocker on the bunk but soon forgot her misgivings as they kissed and caressed each other.

Spike, thwarted in his attempt to engage with Michele canoodled with Doris, his hands exploring her thighs under the silver lame miniskirt she was wearing.

Michele fumbled around until she was able to free Rod’s engorged member from his trousers, the girls were pre-lubricated in anticipation of this event and when Rod pulled her panties aside, Michele lowered herself onto Rod’s rampant member. She clenched her anus around his turgid phallus and rode up and down on him, her heels planted on the deck.

Knocker had Polly on her back on the bunk and had deftly removed her black velvet hotpants and tore open her sheer tights and was humping away at her. Polly wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his shoulders and was meeting his thrusts as they kissed and caressed.

Doris was on her knees fellating Spike who sat in the chair jealously watching Michele and Rod fuck.

Rod gripped Michele’s waist and pulled her down hard onto his orgasming cock and he spent himself deep inside her; Michele reciprocated by grinding her buttocks against him and ejaculated into her panties as they kissed each other passionately.

Knocker and Polly thrashed and writhed on the bunk, he had turned her over and was fucking Polly doggy style while she grunted and pushed back against him. He held her still and emptied himself into her bowels as she orgasmed, saturating the gusset of her tights.

Spike held Doris’ head and face-fucked her, ejaculating into her mouth and at first she choked and then swallowed his issue.

The sex was over quickly and they were all sated with the exception of Doris who felt used and defiled by Spike; he had shown her little affection and used her mouth as a come dump.

The girls and guys adjusted their clothing and then had more beers and rum as they discussed the finer details of their plan until the early hours. It was a Sunday sea routine and except for the watchkeepers it was effectively a day off.

HMS Ark Royal berthed at Portsmouth on Monday morning for a week’s pre-deployment preps and they all got busy not only with their shipboard duties but with their preps to convert Six Quebec Delta Alpha into ‘Barrack Room Betty’s Gentleman’s Club’.

A small team of chippies got to work in Six Quebec Delta Alpha. They put in a false bulkhead to partition off part of the compartment to create a room with enough space for two double beds, and then they wood-laminated the whole compartment. They built in some wooden cupboards and a small bar and plumbed in a bigger sink and refrigerator. A couple of ‘dip dabs’ painted any surfaces not panelled and they laid carpet on the deck. They helped put in the tables and chairs that Knocker had acquired ashore and installed the two beds in the girls ‘workroom’.

Michael and his Bettys put up velvet curtains for privacy across the entrance to the workroom and strung coloured festoon lighting to add a party atmosphere. A record player and a selection of records were acquired and speakers hung in the corners of the room.

Then work began in the compartment below. First a ladder and hatch was cut in followed by ventilation and air conditioning. With the compartment habitable it was then painted and four bunks and lockers installed. A small wet space with a head and shower was also installed.

Meanwhile Rod and Michele set up an account book; the modifications they were making to the two compartments cost close to a thousand pounds which was all the money that Rod, Knocker and Spike had made so far out of their illegitimate business.

“Fuck! This is costing us big time,” Rod lamented.

“Bollocks; we’ll make that back in our first week,” Michele replied.

“Besides us girls will contribute to the outlay once we start making money.”

“I should fucking think so; you haven’t outlaid a penny yet,” Rod barked.

“Yeah, well wait until we go shopping for clothes, lingerie, shoes, makeup and wigs. That will cost the four of us a bomb. We have to look very special to make sure the punters spend up big,” Michele replied.

And they did. Michele took her proteges shopping at the top end of town ensuring they bought a couple of very nice evening gowns each, sinop escort as well as some nice mini skirts, hotpants, dresses and blouses. They bought high heels to match their outfits and considerable amounts of lingerie and cosmetics guessing they needed seven months worth. The bought two expensively coiffured fashion wigs to compliment their eveningwear and some bobs for other times. They finished by buying perfume, costume jewellery and accessories.

Then there were the practicalities: douches, razors, shaving cream, other toiletries, lubricants, condoms and knick-knacks.

CPO Rod Latham and PO Knocker White had weaseled themselves onto the HMS Ark Royal Canteen committee and ensured that extra duty free beer and spirits were ordered that they squirreled away to stock the bar in Six Quebec Delta Alpha which Michael had renamed ‘Barrack Room Betty’s Gentlemen’s Club’.

Michael got busy in the personnel office using the Gestetner copy machine to make special business cards. The card had a jet-black background with the stylised picture of a Wren perched on a barstool with her head thrown back smiling with red lipsticked lips. Her cap was perched at a jaunty angle and her hands rested on her knees, the hem her skirt high on her thighs displaying the welts of fully fashioned stockings. Her legs were crossed at the ankles with one black high heel dangling from her right foot. There words ‘Barrack Room Betty’s Gentlemen’s Club’ were embossed in gold at the top of the card and 6QDA in the bottom right corner.

On the Friday before the ship was due to deploy, a perplexed Able Seaman Steward Ray ‘Mary’ Maine posted on board and was met by her three compatriots from HMS Chelmsford Recruit School who led him down to their new messdeck where the situation was explained.

“Fuck me Michele! If there is anyone that can turn adversity into opportunity it’s you!” Mary gasped.

On the Sunday night before the ship sailed, Michele, Mary, Polly, and Doris dressed in the evening gowns they would be wearing as hostesses at the gentleman’s club. They met with Rod, Knocker and Spike in the bowels of Her Majesty’s Ship Ark Royal in 6QDA Barrack Room Betty’s Gentlemen’s club and toasted their new venture with Champagne.

The dingy disused storeroom had been converted into a small, elegant, gentleman’s club.

“Well everyone, Michele and I did the books today and it’s cost us just under one thousand and five hundred pounds to refit this space and the compartment below and to pay for bar stock, the girls necessaries, and to pay off the regulators who provided the materials and workforce,” Rod stated sagely.

“Fuck!” they all gasped in unison.

“And we should make that back in the first two weeks, operating seven nights a week,” he beamed.

“And everything else is profit!” Michele beamed.

Michele dimmed the overhead lights, turned on the party lighting and dropped the arm of the record player onto Roxy Music’s debut album. While they danced and celebrated Michele stood duty behind the small bar ensuring they all had plenty to drink.

Knocker and Polly danced cheek to cheek, previous sins forgiven after their interlude on the last night at sea. Rod danced with Mary and was pleased to see the newest member of the stable of transvestites was as alluring as her counterparts. Jason danced with Mary but it was obvious she was uneasy in his embrace.

As the evening wore on and the booze took its toll things quietened down. They sat around the new gaming tables chatting and laughing. Rod took Mary by the hand and led her to the new ‘workroom’. Michele made herself busy pouring drinks and emptying ashtrays. She sneaked over to the valour curtains that separated the workroom from the club and peeked through the drapes.

Rod was naked and lying atop Mary who lay on one of the double beds. Her evening dress, which was split on one side to the thigh, gave Rod unfettered access to her and he had torn open her tights and was grinding away at her while her legs were raised high, her ankles crossed behind his back. She raised her behind to meet his thrusts as they kissed and caressed each other.

Michele smiled and closed the curtain. She turned around and collided with Jason who had crept up behind her.

“Oh fuck! Sorry Spike; I didn’t know you were behind me,” Michele exclaimed and made to move around him.

Spike gripped her upper arm and pulled her to him.

“That used to be us Michele. What happened?” he stared into her eyes.

“Things change Spike,” Michele sighed.

“You used to call me Jason; and you were my girl,” he looked searchingly in her eyes.

“I was for a while; but when I gave myself to Knocker to save what we had at Chelmsford you called me a whore and a slut. Even after that you became obsessed with me and treated me like a slattern,” Michele responded.

“Yes but…” he tried to answer.

“Yes but you made friends with Knocker White and had no compunction in blackmailing me and forcing me into the hands of Rod and Knocker. It’s only my own intellect and guile that has turned the tables and made this what it is.”

“Lets just let it go Jason and make the best of it. We’ll both be rich when this deployment’s over,” Michele brushed past him and went back into the club.

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