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A sequel to ‘Past Caring’

1

Carmen Cabrera knew that she would be late getting home; that Manuel would fret, at first, and then become angrier with every minute that passed and her front door keys not to be heard.

So much had changed since a local businessman, and chancer, Pablo Mendoza, had bought their paint business and she had taken up a new role working for him. The sharp-suited man, with his appraising eyes and neatly tended stubble beard, a bushier moustache, had sought a special favour at the time and in the months that followed she had slowly, but surely, persuaded him that she managed the books of the business and he had agreed. The man, she had heard and discovered for herself on countless occasions, couldn’t keep it zipped up.

For Pablo, the best deals were often settled when a woman was on her back and he drilled her. The exchange of favours was for many the new currency; it was never devalued.

Yes, the price extorted from her was that she serviced his needs. If Manuel suspected what she had been seduced into doing, he kept very quiet on it. The money came in and, unlike their fellow countrymen and neighbours in this part of Caracas, they had some to spare. It wasn’t so wise to hold onto it as inflation ate away inexorably at the money’s buying power.

So, she transferred any surplus into a dollar bank account in the Bahamas. There really was no mystery to this, as far as the authorities there were concerned. Rumours abounded that the people at the top of government, a junta in all but name given how elections were said to be rigged, were rumoured to be at it too.

Pablo’s demands that she pleasured him grew more frequent; her compliance out of the wayward pleasure that she discovered with him and the certain knowledge that this ‘line of work’ was the only means to truly survive the continuing meltdown of the economy as an elusive Marxist Utopia was sought.

The money she and so many others earned was often thought of as confetti; all but worthless. But she had her clever ways and a firm-breasted, slim figure that bought her so much more. There really was no need to diet when there was little food to be bought at the local mercados. So, she carried it off well, what she did for Pablo, and used her womanly wiles as she garnered all the resources she could for an uncertain future.

Her fellow countrymen were in much the same predicament.

‘Do what you have to and get by…to survive.’

If it meant being tamped by the boss and that she was treated as little more his ‘totty’, or ‘cosy whore’, then so be it. She wasn’t one to endure this way of life for much longer but just where was she to go? What was she to do now that she had conceded to him and allowed herself to be compromised so many times? Pablo dicked others. She’d heard him on the phone bragging to his friends and business partners about them.

‘Fucking and fellatio, compadre…they’re the things that get things done your way, my friend.’

She knew it to be only too true; had been seduced into pleasuring him and, impossible to deny, to enjoy her concessions to him. Pablo sure knew how it went and he took her mind off so many things, if only for a while.

There continued to be times when a questing hand would be put around her waist when she was, say, on the phone having searched for some papers in the filing cabinet. It would cup her breasts, one or both, as she talked and his other hand would slowly, rhythmically press between her legs until she lost concentration and closed te call. The phones would be put to voicemail and she’d submit to him; Pablo’s impatience only too evident as he moved to stand in the doorway to the bedroom and wait for her to join him; her only real concern being how he would take her and on seeing a lascivious grin on his full-lipped mouth.

He was as horny as a stallion in a field full of mares in season.

The guy broke every convention; bought packs of rubbers as if he had a stake in the company that produced them. Time of month, the rhythm method, withdraw before you shot your load…they were not for him.

She sure was glad for that; had made a thing of drawing the thin latex rubber over his length even as she worked him with her mouth and fingers; would feel his hands grip her hair and to guide her in these ways. By then he had stripped her and put his hungry mouth to her tits; pulled and squeezed on them and treated her as his possession and to do with her as he pleased.

She was treated as a whore; she didn’t always feel like one, but a woman deploying her assets and gaining from it. In these ways she could beguile him, and he’d be distracted; pay less attention to what could be happening under his nose.

Pablo had no finesse but she’d begun to forgive him for that…and…and when he was in her: missionary or doggy…on the floor, in a chair or on his large bed, the man could be wild and on a rampage. It was at such times that her body was nothing more than a receptacle for all that would burst tekirdağ escort from him.

Her Manuel was a counterpoint to all of that. She had to take the rough with the smooth just to survive, while she made plans for her and Manuel. She was the resourceful one of the two of them. She had always been in the days when they had the family business.

Pablo could possess her body but not her mind; not the business part of her mind. In fucking with Pablo, she also had a plan.

But that plan did not include others he associated with.

So, it was in some dismay that, as she was dressing after a tempestuous rut that had her kneeling on the hard slabs of his echoing bathroom, she heard Pablo mention Carlos Molina. It was with some dismay that she heard Pablo suggest that she spent some time with the man.

‘And if I don’t…I’m not a whore for you to order about!’

‘Calma te, cariña…calma te,’ Pablo soothed. His fingers gripped her chin and he made her look his way. ‘He has property ambitions and needs a clever woman to help him…accompany him on viewings. There are coastal properties that will earn us all a bundle…’

‘That includes me, does it?’ she asked, in an icy voice.

‘Yes, it does…because you’ve really helped me. Do the same for Carlos and you won’t regret it. Just remember that I have first call on you, Carmen.’

He had kissed her into silence; was unaware that she clenched her fist behind his back as Pablo held her to him.

2

I’m being used as business pawn, a sexual slave, she thought as the car sped down the expressway. It pursued its winding course through the mountain range that separated the city from the coast.

Carlos was charming and urbane, the complete opposite of Pablo; but he had been told the story and her role in Pablo’s business set up; a ‘companionable arrangement’ he had called it after they set off from his luxurious home, the gardens laid out as if replicating the Venezuelan jungle. She’d been paid for the taxi ride there. Manuel knew nothing of what her day would again have in store, Pablo suggesting what she should wear.

‘Tease him…show the guy what you can bring.’

She suppressed a sigh and smoothed the chosen dress over her thighs as she did so. She sensed that Carlos was looking at her through the corner of his eye. She’d chosen a strappy number that shaped her, along with a short, bullfighter’s styled jacket as cover for the hint of her cleavage. The frilly hem of her dress finished just above the knee. For a change, her long dark hair was braided and tied at her neck. A string of glittery bangles would draw the eye to her slender face and rouged lips, the colour matching the varnish on her fingernails.

‘I’m introducing you as my assistant. Just take notes and gather what info they tell us and write it down. We’re looking at a portfolio of ten properties, where the owners of each have traded them to a buy-out company. We’re cleaning them out…the company…and we turn the properties and make our money.’

‘And I get my cut…paid in dollars.’

To his credit, Carlos didn’t veer off the road. He gave her an appraising glance. ‘Hot and clever. Pablo should have warned me…’

She smiled at him and brazenly reached across to smooth her hand over his thigh. ‘Pablo has his deal with me. I have my own with you…one favour in exchange for another.’

‘And my wife…you saw her photos in the hallway. What about her?’

‘What is business stays business. You look as though you can handle it…’

‘We’ll have to see, won’t we…when the meeting’s through? I have the keys to the pick of them…the best house.’

‘The favours come with a dollar tag, Carlos…’

The traffic had slowed to a stop at the turnpike’s toll. Carlos offered a fingertip caress to her thigh. She managed to stop him before they brushed the cotton of her panties. The man was spoiling it, the fun of the chase. He made it only too obvious that there was to be two parts to their day together.

‘I’ll pay it…and so much more besides,’ he murmured.

Carmen did not move away as he kissed her. She breathed in his expensive after-shave. Perfume had been lightly sprayed where she knew a man, like him, might soon wish to be. A rich and handsome man would be worked and her dollar account topped up some more.

3

He whooped in delight as the car was slewed to a stop. Carlos had taken off his tie and hung his jacket on the hook behind the driver’s seat. Now, they were outside the pick of the bunch of properties a deal had been struck on.

‘Your idea of offshoring just blew them away!’ Carlos grinned.

‘And now I get my reward…the other one.’ She said it on a coquettish tilt of her head and shifted in her seat so that he could see her dress slide up her thighs. He pressed fingers to her skin. ‘I’ll know if the money hasn’t been transferred, Carlos…believe me.’

‘Trust me, will you?’

‘Deeds are better than words, tekirdağ escort bayan as I’ll soon show you.’ She could scarcely believe what she was saying or how she was behaving.

Carlos’s throbbing cock, and the sight of this woman beside him, could no longer be ignored. His groin seemed to be urging him on; also, the thought that she just might disclose their clever ruse on what was to be paid for the portfolio. Her cut was eyewatering, but the turn on the investment would be repaid handsomely. ‘Go for it you stupid bastard…she’s throwing herself at you…the clever bitch. You’ll never get an offer like this again.’

‘In a moment,’ she murmured as they walked to the front door, Carlos standing close beside her and his hand kneading the hollow of her hip through the thin dress. Her jacket had been left in the car. Her hair had been loosened and it caught the breeze. ‘What we now share is for us to keep. No one else is to know…not even Pablo.’

‘I hear you, belleza…’

The door shut quietly behind them and locked automatically. Carlos pushed on a control button and the blinds on every window closed silently. Dim sunlight still bathed the room in a softer glow.

‘I love the feel of leather on skin…don’t you?’ she smiled and began to undress but pushed his hands away. ‘Keep up with me…’

‘Jeez…you’re beautiful…and you spoil Pablo…so I hear.’

He has his uses even if he’s not discreet or a gentleman. But, he; has brought me to you, Carmen kept from saying. ‘But I think you’ll go one better…in love and money.’

‘Be still…be still on that now.’

His trembling prick arced from his belly and a mat of hair. He gave her a hooded stare; she saw his slender face and sunken cheeks, the raw vitality in him as he moved to throw aside the cushions and pull a rug onto the banque.

‘No, not that,’ she told him and dragging it away. ‘Leather on skin…our skins on skin…I told you!’

Along with her ways of asking how it was to go, she had the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. Her tits were natural but perky and topped with nipples just waiting to be sucked upon. Her legs were long and slender, culminating in a neatly trimmed pussy. How he wanted to bury his face between her legs and kiss, lick and flick his tongue into that place.

‘Is it okay…do you like what you see?’ she asked coyly, brushing her fingers over her cleft and soon took hold of his hand and had him finger her as they stood kissing hungrily.

‘Leather…you said?’ Carlos grinned.

She lay down and stretched out as if to make the letter X; waited for him to smooth a condom over that swollen length of flesh. Carmen reached out to him. ‘I could have done that…’

Carlos slowly lowered himself beside her and made for those large erect nipples; found her wet folds and caressed her tender lips before parting them and slowly pushing two fingers into her body. He fingered, sucked, licked and he stroked.

‘Share it all with me…also give something back,’ he demanded. She nodded and was soon heard to whimper as his touches found her and his bent, caressing, fingers were slowly withdrawn. Who he was, and what he did, tipped her over the edge of any remaining control over what was happening with him.

‘Hombre! How you find me!’

Carmen shuddered and arched her back. She reached out to draw him into deepening, snorted kisses and to feed her wanton passion. His fingers had brought her to a shattering orgasm and she knew that this was only the beginning. She would have to give of herself all over again and to another man of some influence.

Carlos delighted in her as he; felt Carmen’s fingers stroke his prick as it pressed against her hip. He pushed from his mind that, perhaps, it was all an act. Pablo had disclosed how good she had become in pleasuring him; that she did so and not have him thinking that it was a part of her job. She would gush and share in the heat of an orgasm that a man aroused in his particular ways.

‘You’re making this one hell of a day to remember…’

‘We both win…don’t we?’ she answered, squirming as he buries his face between her breasts; clamped them and caressed his face with them; heard her deepening gasps as he took their hard nipples in his mouth. ‘Bring…bring…bring it to me!

‘Soon…I want this time with you to last…be the first of many.’

He slipped down the leather cushions, felt their coolness against his enervated skin and buried his face between her legs. Once his tongue flicked the lips of her scented spot she began to shake and when he teased them apart, mimicked what he would soon bring to her, and began to slick from the bottom to the top, over and over again. Carmen grabbed his hair and shuddered; bucked her hips and clawed at the cushions; scrabbled her feet in her efforts to meet his ravening claims.

‘Oh…oh! Not…not another!’ she groaned as her body was overwhelmed by another shattering orgasm. ‘You’ll waste me before escort tekirdağ I have you!’ Carmen pushed him away. ‘Lie back!

She took his trembling prick in one hand and cupped his sac with the other slid those long teasing painted fingers up and down his shaft a few times before leaning over and wrapping her lips, in a sucking motion, around the head then lower. She eased on feeling him shudder, then resumed working on him.

‘Don’t ruin it by coming…not yet,’ she kissed, a teasing smile on her lips as she groped him; yanked and eased. ‘We seal the deal in this wonderful way…on the leather…in a rich man’s pad!’

‘A poor one now!’ Carlos yelled out as she worked him and he felt a tightening in his balls as the pressure to lose it rose. He felt on fire and wanted this woman…would fuck her rather than the other way about. He wasn’t about to concede control to this woman, good as she was in every respect; in work and in play. ‘Lie back…’

‘Lie back…please,’ she smiled. ‘I’m a lover and businesswoman, not a whore…whatever you may have been told.’

But she acted that very part; lay back and raised her legs almost to her breasts; exposed herself and her pink folds to his gaze. She gripped his shoulders as Carlos leant forward, his head bent to look at where he would be taken and before he slammed in; moved in one long sinuous slip and heard her gasp; felt this woman’s strength as she gripped on him and worked as if to break it off him.

‘I’m settling this…I am!’ he growled, clutching her legs fiercely, in the crook of his arms, to keep her to him.

Soon he was pounding her pussy as she called out expletives in her encouragement. As he increased the pace Carmen pulled on his hair, dug her nails into his back and desperately tried to kiss him. She yelled out encouragement and fucked him with no respite.

Carlos knew that she’d milk his length until there was nothing left to expel. ‘You’re…you’re something else…a wonder…a…’

‘A woman who gets her way!’

He silenced her again with his kisses; clamped his hands to her breasts as if intent on tearing them from her body. She yelled out in pain but it only urged him on. Carlos tamped and wrenched faster and faster; heard her entreaties to finish it echo in his ears. They exchanged snorted kisses and sucks on skin.

‘As I do…as I get my way!’

Their fevered rutting brought them to the edge of the banque; her head fell back and she gasped; writhed and caressed his body with her legs as he slammed into her. She rose and clung to him, her arms about his neck and shuddered on feeling him shoot his load into her. Carmen’s eyes widened and she gave him a wild-eyed look and drew in her breaths on deepening gasps.

‘Oh fuck…this is unreal!’ she yelled and shuddered violently, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she worked his prick rhythmically. ‘You’ll…you’ll burst the condom!’

‘I’ve not used one,’ he grinned and saw her look back in fear and startled amazement. ‘You…you couldn’t wait, remember…and I’ve enjoyed a fuck like no other.’

‘That’ll be another ten thousand…dollars,’ she retorted, smiling mirthlessly as she pushed him from her, shivering as that wand of his caressed enervated skin. ‘It’s that or the news will get out…to important others in your life, Carlos. I’m here because Pablo said it would be good for business…for all of us.’

He did not detain her as she moved to sit on the edge of the banque. He simply took in her loveliness and the languid tumble of her breasts, those slender thighs and full hips. The woman had been wild and she had expertly pleasured him beyond expectation.

Carmen looked back at him for only a moment before she gathered up her scattered clothes and rushed into the cloakroom. She hurriedly cleaned herself out as best as she could. She gave thanks for having had a knowledgeable friend fit a coil, no questions asked, but on an understanding word. Still, after all that she’d known of that man, how he’d found her with that arcing rod of flesh, she was taking no chances.

¦

They talked happily enough during the drive back to Caracas; they understood each other now in the ways of it, what each would seek from a repeat of what had been discovered on that ‘leather banque’.

‘I’m not playing the whore, whatever you may think of me…Pablo too for that matter.’

She didn’t move his hand as it stroked her thigh. Carmen met his soft smile and appraising look upon her once more. They were again slowed in their progress by the toll queues.

‘You’re clever and beautiful,’ he answered, his voice low and persuasive. ‘It was special for me and you brought so much to the day that this won’t be the only time if you agree. Pablo’s and my business are not so different…but we each work hard to make our money in these crazy times, just as you do, Carmen. I’ll pay for your business ways…each time…then we unwind like you showed me.’

‘We’ll have to see,’ she pouted, disconcerted by the ringing of her mobile phone. It was Manuel. ‘Once I know the money’s been paid…the amount…we can talk again…plan the next time.’ She pressed the answer button and raised the phone gracefully to her ear. She felt Carlos squeeze on her thigh and saw his nod of acknowledgment to what she had told him. ‘Hola…querido!’

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Jake returns home from college for spring break, just as his father went off onto a work seminar. This means that Jake will be alone with Pamela, his dad’s new girlfriend.

On the day he got home Jake immediately put some laundry in the wash. Then he went out to get some food. When he got back he saw another car in the driveway. Must be Pamela’s he reasoned and went in.

“Hello” he probed, as he walked back in.

No immediate response. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and could faintly hear a the shower. Shouting through a bathroom door is not the way he wants to meet anyone. Jake took his food to his room.

A little while later Jake goes down to move his stuff from the washer to the dryer. He notices something left in the dryer and pulls out a very delicate lace pair of panties. He suddenly notices another person in the room.

Pamela is standing there wrapped in a towel. Her short dirty blonde hair dripping down her head at the moment. A hamper in her hands.

Jake still knelt down in front of the dryer, panties in hand, looks up to her. He extends them out to her.

“I guess these are . . . uh . . . your . . . sexy . . .”

Jake struggles to keep his gaze upon her face. His attempts to say “I guess these are yours” and “sexy looking lingerie”. Blending into an awkward come on.

Pamela simply places her hamper off to the side, and takes the panties from Jake.

“That they are handsome.”

She suddenly bends forward giving him a great view of her bosom. Pamela slips the panties on.

“Put my stuff in when you empty the washer, if you don’t mind” Pamela says as she turns away.

Dropping the towel off. She tosses it into her hamper as she walks out. Jake getting a glimpse of her gorgeous form.

Jake was struck speechless and after a moment left his daze. He finished transferring his clothes from washer to dryer. Then slightly embarrassed started moving stuff from the hamper Pamela left into the washing machine.

His embarrassment growing with each pair of her panties he puts in. Her amazing ass flashing in his mind each time he touched a pair. He finished putting everything in, and setting both machines. He lingers a moment in the laundry room. Trying to regain his composure before likely seeing her again.

He leaves the laundry room to a fortunately empty room. He decides to discount this behavior as her not seeing him as a man. After all, she is with his dad and there is likely a large gap in their age.

Jake takes a seat on the couch and turns on the tv. Flipping through channels for a while before switching to a movie.

“Ooh, what are we watching?” Pamela’s sinop escort voice rings out from behind him.

“Jennifer’s Body” Jake replies now calmer, in his comfortable surroundings.

“Nice, want a dink?”

“Sure”

This common exchange helping alleviate Jake’s nerves.

Pamela finally comes into his view as she moves in front of the couch to pass him a beer. She seems to have only donned a robe. Jake is acutely aware of what is underneath. She sits down at the other end of the couch. Her legs curled upon the couch. Sipping a beer of her own.

By the bar scene, Pamela had finished her beer and got up and went back to the kitchen. She comes back and passes Jake another. He is making quick work of the beers he is being passed. His nerves steadily growing as he takes regular peeks at Pamela.

The scene after the bar with the jump scare gets Jake good, with his heart already racing and his mind constantly shifting focus. Pamela giggles.

“Aww, you that actually got you to jump. That’s adorable.”

Jake just blushes and tries to sip his beer. Now realizing he’s already finished it. He gets up to get another. Remembering that she had been kind enough to get him a couple beers at this point, Jake tries to be polite.

“Do you want another beer?”

“I’ll take one, unless you’ve got something stiffer.”

Jake feels his cheeks burn for a moment. Before it clicks.

“There’s some vodka and some gin” he lists as he looks in the cupboard.

“Pass me the vodka” she says from behind him.

Jake abruptly grabs the bottle and turns. She takes the bottle from him and pours two low ball glasses halfway. Then takes a redbull from the fridge, opens it, takes a sip, then pours it into the glasses.

She passes him one and walks back over to the couch. Jake follows a bit behind. After they both sit this time she stretches her legs out onto the couch. Her feet lightly nudging against him.

As the movie show’s the titular Jennifer open a hoodie with nothing underneath, Jake starts to realize this may not be the movie to ease his current tension. When a couple minutes later it has a nude scene at a lake, this hits him even harder. He feels his face go flush. He hears a slight giggle come from Pamela.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure by now at college you’ve seen a girl naked.”

Jake merely smiles meekly, in response. He tries his best to focus on the movie. Before he realizes, Pamela is bringing him a second vodka redbull. It reaches the part in the movie with someone slowly walking through an abandoned house. While the tension builds, Pamela sees her chance.

She sinop escort bayan pounces at Jake, putting a hand on his shoulder as she uses the other to catch herself on the couch.

“Rawr” she mocks.

Jake is very startled by this. He quickly turns to her. She hasn’t seemed to notice this motion left her robe a little more open. He gets an eyeful before he shoots his gaze back to the movie. Just in time to watch a character grabbing a condom.

Pamela at this point doesn’t recoil back to the other side of the couch. she shift her legs up the other way now nestled against him. She bends off him for a moment to retrieve her drink. He tries to discreetly adjust his boner. Hoping to make it less noticeable.

She rest back against him. They continue watching with Jake doing his best to not move in the slightest. They reach the scene with the protagonist and antagonist making out on the bed. Pamela breaks the silence.

“Making out like that is so hot.”

Met with silence she probes further.

“Don’t you think so to?”

“Doing anything with a hot chick is fun” Jake finally responds.

Pamela shifts off of him to face him.

“So this might be very forward, but your father and I have an agreement that when we aren’t around each other we can have fun with other people. I notice you seem a bit interested in me, and my type is kind of particular, but you are very much your father’s son. So why don’t you kiss me and see if it’s fun?”

As she gives this proposition one of her hands is slowly opening her robe. Her other hand grabs his and guides it up to her chest. The convincing argument, her alluring gaze, tempting body, and the alcohol all push Jake to dive in.

He quickly kisses her. Pulling back after a peck on the lips. Her hand leaves his on her breast as it goes to the back of his head. She pulls him into a deeper kiss. Tongues tenderly slipping in and out of each others mouths. She drops back on the couch, after releasing the back of his head.

He leans after her, his mouth now at the level of her chest. He quickly starts sucking, licking, and nipping at her nipples as his hands cup them from underneath.

“My, my, you really only needed the invitation. Why don’t you show me that boner you were trying to hide earlier.”

Jake hops up from the couch, nearly stumbling he catches himself. Pamela impatiently starts undoing his pants for him. His pants already handled, Jake pulls off his shirt.

“Pass me that would you dear?” Pamela says pointing at his shirt in hand.

Jake complies. Pamela stands holding it by the sleeves she rolls it quickly escort sinop then ties it like a blindfold around his head.

“Now be a dear and keep your hands on my shoulders” she says guiding his hands to them.

Jake feels her sink down in front of him. Her warm soft lips grace the tip of his shaft. Her fingers gently tickle his balls. Her fingers disappear as her mouth begins to slowly envelope the tip.

With only the tip in her mouth he feels her tongue brush against the tip. Her lips sink back.

“Now be a good boy, and be sure to keep your hands on my shoulders.” she reminds him.

Her lips envelop the tip again. Her tongue absent at the moment. He suddenly feels something cold on his balls. She is fondling them with cool wet fingers. She must’ve dipped them in the ice of her drink.

The cold makes his sack scrunch a little, and the smallest drop of precum is forced out. Her tongue is quick to lick it off. Her mouth leaves the tip again.

“Let me warm you up, doll.”

Pamela sucks on his sack. The warmth is very relaxing after the cold. Her hand with freshly cold fingers wraps around his shaft and begins stroking. Jake struggles to stifle a whine.

“Poor baby, so cold. Let me warm that up to.”

Her mouth goes back up to his shaft. This time taking it in its entirety with great speed. Excitedly she bobs her head. Jake lets out several sighs of enjoyment. A good way to orgasm she stops.

“Are you enjoying this, doll?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes!”

He feels her stand with his hands rising, till on her shoulders. Despite her previous actions, he was not expecting it when she put an ice cube against her neck. His hands gripping tightly her shoulders.

“Aw, baby don’t worry. I’ll warm you” she says softly in his ear.

She presses her body forward against his, her other hand angling his shaft between her thighs. Her vulva resting on his shaft. Her lips replace the ice on his neck.

Her lips not entirely leaving his neck she says “you can thrust if you want.”

His hand remain on her shoulder but his arms move around her sides giving him better hold of her. He starts thrusting. She moves her lips up and down his neck. Her fingers start lightly tracing on his back.

“Be sure to tell me when you’re about to cum doll” She says her lower lip dragging against his shoulder.

His thrusts pick up in speed. It doesn’t take long.

“I’m getting close” Jake says.

Pamela Slides down on him. Taking him in her mouth with great enthusiasm. She ducked down so quickly his hands came off her shoulders. He quickly reaches down to put them back. Her hands jump up to his wrists and guide his hands to the back of her head. Instinctively he pushes her fully onto him as he lets loose in her mouth.

“Mmmmm.”

Pamela slowly slides her head off him. When just his tip is in her mouth he feels her swallow.

“Good boy. I think this will be a spring break to remember.”

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My laptop has been having conniptions and I fear is on the way out! I have had generous offers to beta read for me, but I am out of time and just wanted to save this file and a few stories I’m working on and am submitting this short story as a bit of something different. I may write a further chapter as I realise it isn’t really complete, but please don’t hold me to that 😉

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When I envisaged my college years, I never would have imagined I would be in a dark and dingy bar, getting ready to take my clothes off as I danced. How far I had come from Miss Vanessa’s Dance Academy as a 6-year-old.

I had always been a dancer. Even though my father was a padre in the army and we moved around a lot, I always found a dance school and indulged in my love of the art. I was meant to be an assistant at a dance school when I moved to college, but the lockdowns saw that evaporate.

My parents had moved overseas as missionaries and did not think about coming home when the crisis started. It didn’t worry me. I was seen as the black sheep, a heathen who told them I didn’t agree with their faith and did not believe in higher beings. I knew they would have conniptions if they knew I had become a stripper!

It had not been my plan, but I was not able to get a job over my Summer break and I was now desperate for money having burned through my meagre savings the year before. For my sins, so to speak, my parents had arranged for me to stay with my father’s sister, as Godfearing as her brother. My nerdish older brothers visited over Christmas, but they were more like my parents and Aunt Catherine than me. I borrowed books from the library and went for jogs around the streets surrounding Aunt Catherine’s suburban house.

Aunt Catherine volunteered at the local Christian bookstore, but having been told of my atheist ways, she and I both agreed that helping her was out of the question. Most shops had closed during the lockdown last year and there was little work going anywhere.

Tonight was my third night stripping. I had agreed to it after Cindy, my best friend at college, told me that one of her former colleagues from a cabaret they had worked at before lockdown had started and was making great money.

Cindy and I had clicked. I had wanted to spend time with her at Christmas, but she told me there was a family emergency and the two weeks I had planned to spend there disappeared into more walks and book readings in suburbia. Cindy told me she didn’t want to talk about it and I respected her. When we returned to college she admitted her Mum and Dad were having issues, but she did not elaborate.

Through a contact in the university Pride Association, Cindy had got a job at a gay bar and offered to get me a gig there, knowing I was fairly straight. There were no jobs going anyway, no matter how many doors I knocked on, how many tight t-shirts or short skirts I wore. We were in an extreme economic downturn if you read the papers correctly. We had dodged a bullet by closing everything down and going into lockdown, but so many businesses had suffered.

“Elizabeth, is it?” Marilyn, the owner and manager of the club had asked me at my interview.

“Yeah, but I go by Libby.”

“I see… Most girls choose a stage name, I’ll let you think about that. Now we take 10% of all earnings. If you want to take a guy to a backroom, remember it’s hand job only and try and get a good price. Some guys just want lap dances, or just to talk, but you need to ascertain a price beforehand. Other girls, just strip and do no backroom work. We are not a brothel, but I do turn a blind eye to girls leaving with gentlemen who have been here for the evening. Have you got any questions?”

“Um, Vanessa. I think I’ll go by Vanessa.” I remembered the name of my first dance teacher, the lady I thought was so exotic.

“Excellent- Vanessa the Undresser!” I hadn’t thought of that.

“Um, do I need to supply my own costumes?”

“We have plenty here. Do you have a persona in mind?”

“Um, not really.”

“What are you studying?”

“Teaching.”

“We’ve already got a couple of teachers. What else do you like doing?”

“Um, dancing, it’s why I’m here I suppose.”

“Oooooh… We had a stunning girl a few years back who came out in a tutu and stripped down to black leather underwear before only her suspender belt and stockings remained. She made a bit too.”

“I could do that.” I said not even knowing the first thing about stripping.

I had done some online searches and had a fair idea of what was expected. I was glad I was not expected to go to a backroom. I was no virgin, despite my parents’ pleas for me to be a virginal bride, but I was not very experienced. I found it boring giving Scott, my only boyfriend a hand job and figured I would spend a few months just stripping, but would never rule it out entirely.

My first two nights were dreadful. Midweek with few patrons present. Selina, one of the girls who did a teacher routine, told me that unless şırnak escort I was prepared to go to a backroom then I’d keep not making much. My first night I made $20 and Marilyn told me to keep it all instead of trying to find change for her. My second night was slightly better. One guy asked me to go to a room with him and when I refused he put the $20 note he was holding back in his pocket. From my two sets I managed to take home $45 after I gave Marilyn her cut.

Marilyn sent me on early in the night knowing there were few patrons present. I had practised a dance to Elton John’s Tiny Dancer which morphed into Lady Marmalade. The music was already there and Marilyn gave it to me after my interview. I was relieved it didn’t morph into Tina Turner’s classic about strippers.

I was a dancer. I knew how to dance and I had made money from dancing. I knew a lot of the dads that came along to the end-of-year concerts as I was growing up, did so for the older girls, or young women really, who twisted and turned about the stage in sexy poses, albeit with their clothes on. I knew I would be able to come up with a decent dance routine, but incorporating stripping was all new to me and I knew it was a little forced.

Walking off the stage with $30 I guessed it was going to be another long night.

“Ness, isn’t it? I’m Mandy. I only work Fridays and Saturdays. Come here.” Mandy was applying makeup. Most of the other girls hadn’t talked to me, or anyone else and I was not sure how to take this approach.

“Um, yeah, Vanessa, well, Lib — “

“Nope! Only stage names here. First rule. Now, I saw you up there and I’ve got a couple of tips. I mean, it’s clear you’re a dancer and you have some great moves, but the stripping part was a little jaded. I’m guessing you’re about a D cup like me?”

“Um, yep.” I was embarrassed of my larger breasts on my small frame, but Mandy didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Here- this is an old set of mine. See, the straps go around the body so you may not feel as exposed and see here, the cups, they’re clipped on, so you just need to grab them and rip them off and the form of the bra is still there. It works great with bigger tits. Marilyn has this thing for leather, but it’s not comfortable. This g-string here has clips at the side so again you can just rip it off. Your suspender belt is great, no worries there, but if you’re going to make money you’re going to have to remove your bottoms too.”

Mandy took me into a dressing room and I changed into the new underwear. It felt strange. I knew I had purposefully run out of time to fully strip to just my suspender and stockings. I practised with the new bra and knickers and it was much easier to get them off. Mandy was right, the straps that went from the bra to the suspender belt helped me feel less exposed, even though my pussy was on full view.

I stood on the sidelines and watched Mandy’s show. It was obvious she was used to stripping and men were throwing money at her. She started in a tight nurses’s costume which she removed to reveal white lingerie that highlighted her long red hair and light complexion. At the end of her set one of the guys she had been focussing on stood and they went to one of the backrooms.

“How are you going, Pet?” Marilyn had come up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders, “I asked Mandy to have a word with you, I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, she’s, um, given me some new lingerie which I can easily get off and I’m going the full monty next time.”

“Good for you, girl. It’s a good crowd tonight. I worried that men having to give names and phone numbers as part of the covid protocol might be reticent, but most of the old regulars are back, plus some new faces. Don’t forget you can give a public lap-dance if they guy flashes cash at you.”

“I’m sorry, Marilyn, you must regret hiring me.” I looked down and could not look her in the face.

Marilyn raised my head with a finger under my chin, “Vanessa the Undresser, you are one incredibly sexy woman and I have no doubt you will be bringing in much more cash as the nights roll on.”

Mandy was back from her room. She told me the guy just wanted to talk and paid her $100 for the privilege. A few more girls danced and soon it was my turn again.

I was much more confident that I had been before. Mandy pinched me on the bum as I went on stage and whispered that the guys were going to go crazy when they saw it. I did my classical dance moves before ripping off the tutu to reveal the black lingerie. I also, at Mandy’s suggestion, unclipped the bun I had wound my hair into and let it flow down my back in a pony.

Previously it had taken a while to get the bra off and down my arms, but this time I grabbed the cups and ripped them off, dropping them on the stage. Several guys were nodding along to the music. I walked over to one who had $20 in his hand. I motioned for him to insert it into my belt, ripped off the g-string and gave him an impromptu lap dance. şırnak escort bayan I have no idea if I was doing it correctly or not, but I felt something hard in his pants and figured I had done my job.

Walking along the front row, several other guys stuffed notes into my suspender and were given a special dance. Nick, the guy in charge of the music, morphed it into another song and I kept on dancing around collecting money as I went. It was exhilarating. I felt like a sexual being for the first time in my life.

“You’re new here…” A guy whispered in my ear as I gyrated around his seated form. He was holding a large wad of cash.

“It’s my third night, am I doing ok?”

“You’re fucking incredible, so, fucking sexy…” I let him brush his hands around my slender waist, “Can we head to a room?”

I have no idea what came over me, but I grabbed him by his tie and led him to a room. Walking through the room naked for everyone to see, it struck me that many of these men were going home to masturbate to thoughts of me.

Marilyn had shown me one of the backrooms when I interviewed, but I never dreamt I would actually be back here with a man.

“I’m Vanessa, and you’re?”

“Um, Garry, shit, am I meant to give you my real name? Sorry, I’m um, new at this.”

“That surprises me, I mean, you don’t look new at it all.”

Gary had an aura of sophistication, a distinguished look in a dark grey suit with a green tie that matched his eyes. He was tall and incredibly handsome, his salt and pepper hair adding to his allure.

“I, um come here a bit, but I’ve never come back here with a girl. I was married until a month or two back.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, Luce moved out and came here to uni and, well, my wife and I realised we didn’t have a lot in common with each other anymore now that we were empty nesters.”

“So, do you just want to talk? I’m meant to get money out of you upfront…”

“Um, what will $1,000 get me?”

“Shit! Um, well, we’re not a brothel.”

“No, fuck, I’m sorry. Um, can I spend an hour or two with you? You’re just so fucking sexy.”

I remembered Marilyn telling me that someone would knock on my door after a minute or two and I would need to hand the cash to them for everyone’s safety, plus the cash I had collected on the floor. I opened the door slightly and handed Marilyn the money.

“What are you going to do for all that, Ness?”

“Um, spend two hours with him.”

“Fair enough, I’ll let you spend time with him and then you can go,” Marilyn winked.

“No, we’re just — “

“It’s ok honey, no judgement here, now don’t keep him waiting.”

I closed the door behind me and danced back towards Garry who was sitting on the couch.

“You look nervous,” Garry whispered as I swayed in front of him.

“Sorry, it’s all, well, new to me.”

“I really liked the lap-dance you gave earlier.”

“Did you?” I asked as again I gyrated over his legs, rocking my hips suggestively and hoping I was doing the right thing.

“I know I can touch your waist, can I touch, um — “

“I think for $1,000 you can touch my tits,” I tried to say as seductively as possible as I spun around offering him front on access to me, “Do you like them?”

“They’re perfect, just perfect.”

Garry’s touching of my breasts saw my nipples harden. I was still straddling him, but Garry pushed me to sit in his lap. I could immediately feel a hardness between his leg, but I doubted anyone could be as thick as that.

“Is that…” I stroked my fingers up his shaft covered by his suit pants.

“It’s what you do to me, baby.”

Garry had already undone his jacket, but I slipped it off his shoulders and laid it next to us on the arm of the couch. I leant down and undid his belt, then unclipped his trousers before slowly lowering the zipper, all the while biting my lip and gazing directly into his stunning green eyes.

I knew I was shorter than most women my age, but I needed two hands to wrap around Garry’s cock. The only guy I had ever been with, my high school boyfriend, had been nowhere near as thick and slightly shorter.

“Wow!” I found myself kneeling in front of this cock as I slid Garry’s boxers and trousers down his legs, again placing them neatly on the arm of the couch.

“You like?”

“What’s not to like? I mean, it’s amazing. It feels so hot and smooth and I love just running my fingers along the veins.” I knew I wasn’t meant to, but I leant down and kissed the tip, tasting the teardrop of semen that had gathered there.

I was glad that Scott had at least shown me how he liked blow jobs, even if he had refused to return the favour. I knew I was never going to get more than the head of Garry’s cock in my mouth, but I licked from base to tip along every surface and it was clear Garry enjoyed my ministrations.

“You don’t have to…”

“Shhh… I know, but I want to.” I had no idea what had come over me.

Using my hands escort şırnak to pump the shaft and taking the tip in my mouth I could hear Garry’s moans of pleasure.

“Please, I want to last a bit longer, can I return the pleasure?”

“You mean, you want to…?”

Garry did intend to repay the favour. He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a mass of grey hair covering his chest. It was hard not to compare him to Scott, my only other experience at this point, but whereas Scott’s penis would point straight up, Garry’s had that much more weight to it that it looked like it was sticking straight out ahead of him.

Garry laid me down and started kissing my breasts. He licked around the nipples causing me to groan with pleasure. He then trailed kisses down my abdomen then down my leg, still encased in the stockings. When he made his way up both my legs he kissed around my sex, teasing the other lips before opening them with his tongue and licking right up the tip, locking his lips on my clitoris.

I had never experienced such euphoria before. Garry continued his exploration with his tongue, sometimes fluttering it over my clit, sometimes sucking with his mouth. When he inserted a finger inside me and reached for the underside of my clitoris, or g-spot, I almost blacked out, the waves of euphoria causing endorphins to cascade throughout my body and convulsions I had never before experienced.

“Wow, Vanessa, you are one incredibly sexy lady.” Garry moved next to me on the couch and held me.

“That was, that was, wow. I, um, wow.”

“You liked it then?”

“It was like the first time a guy has, well, you know…”

“You mean you’re a virgin?”

“No! But my boyfriend refused to go down on me.”

“Silly boy! He is, um, in the past through, I’m not making you do anything — “

“Oh, no, he’s very much in the past. He’s interstate anyway. He was, well, as you say, he was a boy, well, like, he was older than me, but, neither of us had much experience.”

“I don’t have a ton of experience either. Being with the same woman for 24 years.”

“It’s a long time. You never strayed?”

“No, even when the sex dried up a few years ago I was faithful. It’s the sort of guy I am, I suppose. I mean, contrary to me being back here with a stripper who tasted so incredibly sweet and delicious.”

“Well it’s my first time back here too. I wasn’t going to, but then I saw you and you just oozed something.”

“I’d like to ooze some more. Do you want to stroke me?”

“I, um, I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want to feel you inside me.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t planning anything and I don’t have any rubbers.”

“Well perhaps this can be another first. I mean, I’ve never had sex without a condom. You can pull out, right?”

“I can try, but I’m definitely clean. It’s been, um, well, months, years, since my wife was ever in the mood.”

“You said you were separated.”

“We are, I promise, but I haven’t been with anyone else, that’s what I’m trying to say. I feel like a schoolboy all over again with the hottest girl in class.”

“You think I’m that hot?”

“Hotter! How about I sit here and you lower yourself onto me. I’ll push you off when I’m about to cum.”

I had no idea if Garry would fit in me. I was so aroused and could feel the slickness between my legs from Garry’s oral ministrations and my orgasm. I rocked back and forward a bit before leaning in for a kiss. Garry relished the opportunity and soon our mouths were locked together. In the midst of this I felt my vaginal walls envelop his cock. Inch by inch I sunk onto him, stretching more than I had ever been stretched before, until I was sitting in his lap.

“That feels amazing,” I moaned as our mouths parted and Garry again found my breasts with his lips.

I could feel his cock inside me, every ridge bringing new sensations. It was not just his cock, but his hands and lips that also brought me pleasure. The way he stroked my back and kneaded my buttocks as I rode him and his kisses that he tenderly and lovingly placed on my face, neck and breasts as I stroked his chest, feeling the hair between my fingers saw me more aroused than ever before.

Feeling myself heading for another climax, I focussed on the way his pelvis stimulated my clit.

“So close…” I whispered, aware that I could hear sounds in a neighbouring room and they could probably hear us.

“Me too, you better — “

“No, don’t stop…”

Neither of us did, my rhythmic pulses drawing corresponding throbs from my lover and, for the first time in my life, my womb was flooded with semen.

“You’re on the pill?” Garry asked as I collapsed onto his chest and was embraced with his arms.

“No, I’ll get the morning after pill on my way home.” I felt safe and secure in his arms, his gentle kisses on my head making me feel this was something special, not sordid.

“Or not. It’s why our marriage ended really. We desperately wanted a large family, but after Luce, she couldn’t have any more kids. I’d um, I’d like to see you again Vanessa, I mean, that was amazing.”

“Yeah, like, best sex ever for me. So, um, are you from town or here visiting?”

“I’ve come up to surprise my daughter tomorrow. We haven’t told her about the separation yet.”

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The Journey of Rick Heiden

All Rights Reserved © 2019, Rick Haydn Horst

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

I could breathe again when she strode away, but my insides felt like jelly for a while. Pearce stood speechless, holding his breath, eyes closed, and his palms together near his mouth. It reflected the shock I also felt at that moment. I didn’t know what to do about her; she admits she killed Rom, even if he did request it. How would people react to that? What happens when a resident of Jiyū, who has the freedom to kill, actually does it? Did doing as Rom asked of her constitute a crime in a place where they have expectations but no laws?

The Master Builder used a four-legged, four-armed tiling bot to lead us to an exterior door on the left side of the building. We climbed a staircase to a long narrow room behind the front portico of the building. Once there, the bot moved a lever, and a small door opened on the back wall. It resembled a priest hole hidden within the wood paneling. Crouching down, I used my wrist lamp to peer into the passage that followed the interior of the round perimeter wall. I realized then at least one reason Aurum had doubled the building’s size. The original building had small empty pockets inside the walls designed to lighten their weight, but the designer of the original had not connected them to make a passage.

The bot waited as I investigated the door. “This looks like it. Thank you, Master Builder,” I said to the bot.

“It’s a bot,” said Pearce, “I doubt it can hear you.”

The bot turned toward Pearce. It held out one of the arms used to manipulate the tiles and made two rapid snaps of its pincer and promptly left.

“Sorry,” Pearce said, calling after it.

“Amaré could never squeeze through this opening.”

“Aurum couldn’t have built it with him in mind,” said Pearce. “Perhaps Amaré joined the Trust after Aurum had died.”

“I suppose,” I said. “Let’s do this.”

We slipped through the opening to stand on the other side of the curved wall. Along the passage, I saw two metal grates with star-shaped holes that led to the interior of the building. Hidden in plain sight among the niches for statues of lesser gods, they allowed the air pressure in the passage to remain equal to the exterior regardless of how much the sun heated the building; unequal air pressure would damage the walls.

We walked a third of the building’s circumference when the passage turned into a staircase leading down into the ground. Descending, I saw the point where the base of the building met the granite beneath it. The stairs continued their circular pattern for the length of several flights of stairs.

“How deep will we find the entrance to the vault?” I asked.

“From here? I couldn’t tell you. I must say, Rick, you impressed me with how well you handled yourself with the Master Builder. So, how did you happen to know about the pumice?”

“Classic architecture fascinates me. I couldn’t say for certain, but I think the ancient Romans did use pumice. Pumice-based concrete does exist, and with all the volcanic activity near Rome, they should have had access to considerable amounts of it. I added the carbon nanotube idea as an afterthought.”

“I see,” he said, “and let me guess, you know this because your father worked in the trades.”

“Yes, but I don’t claim any expertise on the subject. Still, when you admire a building’s architecture, if you take the time to understand how they built it, it will add depth to your level of appreciation.”

“I understand,” he said. “I endeavor to do the same thing with the people I meet.”

The bottom of the stairs ended in a 4-meter by 5-meter room. I discerned our location. Of all its solid granite walls, part of one consisted of stone blocks. I pointed it out to Pearce. “It took two nights, but I think we’ve made it to the other side of your blocked passage.”

We saw the pathway on the other side of the room had a turn to the left. Pearce started toward it.

“Hold on,” I said. I tapped behind my ear, attempting to contact Iris. I tried several times, but I got no answer.

“Have we come far enough underground?” he asked.

“I think so,” I said.

He struck a sharp blow on my shoulder with an open palm. “You idiot!”

I knew then where we stood with one another. Pearce hadn’t lied to me about the Nano Reset. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out!”

He laid the box on the floor, and he hugged me. “It hadn’t taken long,” he said, “but I’ve grown quite attached to you. I never want to disappoint you, but what you said to me stung. I couldn’t tell if you meant it or if you realized I was covering for you.”

Pearce had grown accustomed to having David nearby, and I presented a connection to him. maraş escort I had become part of his extended family, his brother-in-law, perhaps if Jiyū had any law. He and I felt the same in that regard; we both required family near us. Teresa was right, Pearce did love David like a brother.

“I couldn’t tell what you were doing,” I said, “so I told you what I would tell you if you had lied. I figured that would at least make it believable. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Let’s get this done and go home, okay? We’re running out of time.”

After the turn, we had one more blasted staircase, both broad and deep. We stood at the top, gazing into the relative darkness below. “Jeez Louise, how far down do we go?” I asked.

We hurried down the steps, but I worried it would take us so deep that the return trip would take more time than we had. I thought I heard something, so I paused on the steps. “What’s that noise?” I asked.

“Running water, maybe from the rain on the surface,” said Pearce. “A tributary may lay close to these stairs.”

It took another five minutes before we reached the bottom. They had lit the room there well compared to the darkened staircases. On the wall, they had attached a massive round vault door of blackish-grey metal that stretched from the floor almost to the three-meter ceiling. It could have weighed ten tons with ease.

I touched the cold metal. My wide-eyed stare of amazement at the immense door held my complete attention; it reminded me of the vaults of the early 20th Century on Earth.

Pearce leaned into me. “Yes, rather impressive, don’t you think?”

“How do we get into it?” I asked.

“We don’t,” he said, watching me, smiling, “but I can see it does a magnificent job.”

“What do you mean?”

“Follow me.”

The door’s monstrous size had attracted too much of my attention to notice the rest of the room. The walls of the 10 meters squared room had sections divided by three sets of side columns for ceiling supports. Each side column had a crest of Aurum, like the one behind Amaré’s dining table, at face height recessed into the surface. Pearce strode to one of the gold circles on the far wall. They all looked identical, new, and shined in the light. One, however, was the vault’s seal. It remained untouched and intact from the time of Aurum. Pearce took the key and pressed it into the center of the cup, and the thin metal gave way punching a hole through it. He pushed the key farther inside.

“Well, Rick, we did it,” said Pearce.

He turned it clockwise twice, leaving the key in the lock. A rumbling of stone against stone erupted into the chamber as the center section of the wall slid away, leaving an open doorway a meter in width where light poured through.

Inside the voluminous room before us stood a Roman temple, nearly the size of the Pantheon in Greece. We heard running water and bots working in the distance. As we presumed with the unbroken seal, they had worked for the last thousand jears complying with Aurum’s directives. He had lined the walls in a four-meter-wide and one-meter-tall stone trough. I dug my hand into it and pulled out a handful of its contents. I held coins minted with Aurum’s crest on the front, the word “AURUM” beneath it. The back informed me that I held five troy ounces.

“Money?” asked Pearce.

“No, this is bullion. David will not like this,” I said, shocked by the possibility that trillions of American dollars in gold sat in that room.

Pearce held up one of the coins. “I know that Aurum means gold in Latin, but how he used it here-” He shook his head. “Bullion or not, he practically turned his name into a currency, hasn’t he? I suspected him of narcissism.”

I tipped my head toward the temple. “I get the feeling we haven’t seen the worst of it.” We threw the coins back into the trough. “Let’s find this shit and get out of here.”

The temple before us presented physical testimony to Aurum’s grandiosity and self-importance. We didn’t have time for me to study it carefully, but I did look at it well enough that my enhanced memory would allow me to analyze it later. The frieze on the pediment depicted seven classically dressed figures, painted and lifelike. Aurum stood in the center wearing a crown holding an orb and scepter. Of the six others, two I didn’t recognize, but I could guess their names. To Aurum’s right stood Amaré, depicted as smaller than Aurum, and standing in Aurum’s shadow. He held a balanced scale. I could not see what lay upon its trays. To the right of Amaré, Meridia sat in a casual pose facing away from the action behind her. To Meridia’s right, Ruby looked almost crawling, reaching up to catch Meridia’s attention. Dmitry stood to Aurum’s left, depicted as pleading with Aurum. To the left of Dmitry, they placed Gabe sitting upon a stool holding a crown and a gold cloak over his arm. To the left of Gabe, Dai, they crafted in a position of having bent over backward.

Pearce and I climbed the steps. We hurried to the gold maraş escort bayan doors and opened them with a simple push despite their immense size and weight. A statue of Aurum in a benevolent pose, holding the golden cup in his right hand, sat upon a gold throne filling the entire far side of the interior between the columns that held the roof. The floor before him reflected his magnificence on the mirror placed there.

“I think I want to throw up,” said Pearce.

“I may join you. Hey, look there.”

I noticed an altar at the base of the statue. It held a metal rack hanging with dozens of finger-sized gold vials with suspensions of two enhancements labeled in Latin.

“Which one is the Prime Sharer?” asked Pearce.

“Here. The label of this one says Princeps,” I said.

“Does that mean Prime Sharer?”

“No, it means leader or ruler,” I said to him. “It seems clear Aurum understood its potential.”

“I don’t want the world, Rick, just my son,” he said. “I swear to you, on my love for David, when I have him, I will come to you without hesitation, and you can give me a vial of the nano reset.”

“You know what a terrible lie detector I am,” I said.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “I have no other family,” he said, “except my son, David, and you. I will come home.”

I believed him and handed him the vial.

“Thank you.” He popped the cap on the vial and downed the few milliliters of liquid inside it. He looked at the empty vial for a moment. “I have an idea,” he said.

He put a dozen vials of the nano reset labeled Revertor in his right shirt pocket and buttoned it. He then took the empty container in his hand and poured the contents of a Revertor vial into it. He recapped it and fastened it into his left pocket.

“What should we do with the rest of this?” he asked.

“For now, lock it all up again.” I looked at my watch. “We have an hour and five minutes to get to the penthouse.”

We heard a rumbling noise in the vault and hurried from the temple. It seemed that my reputed inordinate quantity of luck had finally run dry. The vault door had closed. Frantic, we raced to it, checking the whole entryway over, but it had no means to open the vault from the inside.

“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why did the door close?”

“I left the key in the lock,” said Pearce. “Someone may have followed us. What the hell do we do now?”

“I take it you don’t have any memories about how to get out of here,” I said.

He held his arms out. “I’ve got nothing.”

I took a deep breath. “Well, what about the bots? They can’t stay in here forever, can they?”

We passed the temple, and behind it lay most of the gold piled into a deep recess up to the ceiling, cascading over the knee wall intended to hold them back. Near that, the bots had dug two holes in the floor, 1-meter in diameter. They had mined the gold from deep underground. A tripod stood over each hole with a strong monofilament line used to bring it to the surface. I concluded a cave with rich veins of gold must exist deep beneath the granite slab. How they knew about the gold remained a mystery.

The open tributary emerged from the wall at an angle and curved back into it. The bots ran a pipe through the drain on the surface to pump fresh air into the room, and another to pump any dangerous gasses from the suspected cave out the tributary.

We stood at the holes, looking at the mound of gold.

“I’ve never seen so much gold in one location,” I said.

Pearce gazed down into the holes. “I don’t see the bottom.”

“Do you think someone locked us in here?” I asked.

“There’s a good chance. Why?”

“If that’s the case, they have the key, and they have access to all those vials back there in the temple.” I looked at Pearce.

“Do I think what I think you’re thinking?”

“Let’s dump the rest.”

We dumped the contents of each vial into the pit, tossing the containers in after it. Pearce had the only ones left in his pockets. Once we had done the deed, we sat on a column base to consider our escape.

Pearce gestured to the flowing water. “We can always get out of here that way.”

“The drain? You have lost your mind,” I said.

“I’m serious. You can swim, right?”

“Is the ability to swim required for floodwaters to whisk you away? Look, I have no desire to imitate a greasy morsel flushed down someone’s sink. Besides, that would take us seventy kilometers farther away. We don’t have the time, and let’s not forget that the drain ends in a waterfall.”

“Rick, face it,” said Pearce, “we only have to wait for the water to recede and we can get out of here through the tributary, but it won’t be in time.”

It displeased me. “You don’t know that,” I said. “We still have an hour, but in the event we don’t and cannot get out on our own, someone will find us.”

“Aurum designed this place to make people focus on the fake impenetrable vault door,” said Pearce. “If escort maraş someone followed us, locking the door with the key and we don’t get out through our ingenuity, the chances of someone finding us in time remains infinitesimal.”

“If we take your flume of death,” I said, “we will either get torn to shreds or drown.”

Pearce leaned into me, “Your body with the Foundational Enhancement is tougher than you think.”

“Maybe, but if it won’t keep me from drowning, it’s not enough.”

“You know, I agree with Dmitry, you do possess an inordinate amount of luck,” he said.

“A preposterous notion, given the circumstance, but what makes me lucky?”

“Because I would want to get stuck in a vault with me.”

I had to think about that for a second. “How flattering of you to say.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “You’re looking at a man who broke into the Louvre and got out without setting off the alarm. I can get us out of here.”

“Didn’t you say it took years to develop that plan?”

“Negativity gets us nowhere,” he said and thought for a moment. “I know, if you refuse the drain, then I will go, and then return with help to release you through the vault door.”

“Will you stop with the plans that involve suicide-by-drain?”

After that, I drove myself into a fit of anxiety, checking my watch repeatedly as the minutes ticked past. I believed a chance existed that if we didn’t make the four-hour mark, Dmitry would hold onto his insurance policy because he wanted the Prime Sharer enhancement that badly. But neither Pearce nor I could think of any way quick enough to get us out of the vault in time, and as the last minute of the fourth hour came, the pressure to act caused me to remember a resource that, for some reason, had escaped my memory.

“The Attendant,” I said. “Someone or something has me followed by an Attendant.”

“Has Mason had you followed by an Attendant?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I had that thought initially, but something else happened earlier that I couldn’t explain, and I think they’re connected. I left the ship outside the Beddo House. Fennec destroyed the Attendant that followed me then, that’s how I discovered it. We went through the catacombs, and just as now, no signal could transmit through the rock. I exited the catacombs at the temple, and within a few minutes, I had an Attendant following me again, and the ship was sitting outside. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.”

“The ship has an Attendant following you.”

“Maybe. I think Venn built the ship using an enormous array of technologies from many different scientific innovations, and Venn gave me this watch earlier. It’s the one new element in the equation. I thought the Attendant came from Mason because Gabe went to the penthouse, so he would have known my location, but it doesn’t explain how the ship got to the temple. So, how can we know for sure?”

“I know a way to find out,” said Pearce. “Everyone who lives in the house has an Attendant. If Mason has you followed, then Mason would have me followed. Attendant, show yourself to me.”

We waited to see if an Attendant would de-cloak and hover before Pearce’s face, but nothing happened.

“Attendant, show yourself to me,” I said.

A machine the size of a fly decloaked and hovered before my face.

“There’s your answer,” said Pearce. “So, what about the watch?”

I took it off, inspecting it. It didn’t look unusual in design, just like the typical analog watch with no markings on the back. “It must contain a homing device or a beacon. I thought it seemed strange when Mason told me it came from Venn. If Venn created this, you could bet it has more than one function, and that explanation fits all the facts.”

“I have an idea,” said Pearce.

I looked at him. “You’re going to use the word drain again.”

“Yes,” he said, “but hear me out. If you told this Attendant to tell your ship to pick us up in the main pipe, would it do that?”

“I just thought of that too. I don’t know, but I don’t think we have another option if we intend to use it. The ship can’t come to us here. I don’t want to get into the main tunnel though, just the mouth of the tributary at one of the junctions. So, how can we get there without the water dragging us any farther?”

Pearce nudged me, gesturing to the holes the bots had dug. “What if we use the line the bots are using to bring up the gold from their mine?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said, “these bots seem pretty intent on what they’re doing. I can’t imagine they’ll stand by while we take it. And we don’t even know the length of that cable. What if it’s too short?”

“From what I witnessed down that hole,” said Pearce, “I think the cable will exceed our needs. However, that doesn’t mean we can’t use it.”

Pearce got up to get the attention of one of the sturdier-looking bots. It completely ignored him, no matter what he did.

“Okay,” he said, “let’s see what they do if I rewind it and take it.”

He cranked the reel for several minutes. They didn’t stop him, even when the bucket emerged from the hole, indicating the bottom of the line. Pearce began to detach the spool from the tripod, and for the bots, he had gone too far. They all stopped what they were doing, and every lens had turned toward him and me.

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Milo pulled out the driveway, out of the cul-de-sac, and onto the main road. Milo thought he knew where he was going, but he really didn’t. The worms were doing all the work. His ’97 Dodge Ram Pickup rattled beneath him, and the stick shift was jigging around. It made a fair amount of noise, but Milo didn’t notice. He was much too turned on to do that.

He also didn’t notice the radio stories. As he drove, it changed from one subject to the next; murders to food-drives. About 45 minutes into his drive, reports of a fluid-borne pathogen were being released from the DMI (Départment des Maladies Infectieuses, the French CDC).

“Traces of the pathogen had been found in certain areas downstream of a water treatment plant in Gordes. While samples are awaiting further analysis, French authorities have realized little information, save for this appears to be a kind of worm larvae.”

Milo had little concern for the radio, but it continued on: “Reporting they will disseminate more information when available, many critics have disputed this claim, as the French haven’t had the best track record when it comes to epidemiological transparency, as we all found out in 2004.”

The program then went on to theorize that this could be a mutation of the Zoological Infectious Encephalitic Parasite. This parasite was found inert in horses and cattle, and shortly thereafter became active, killing around 5% of the world’s livestock. It entered the brain, put the host into a docile state, while it malatya escort grew it’s tendrils.

After about 48 hours, it started encouraging the host to produce. It was observed that the parasite’s actions grew more complex the more intelligent the animal. They warned of disastrous implications if this parasite ever jumped ship to humans.

Still not caring, Milo was getting hornier by the second. He was only a few miles away from arriving from his destination, yet the wait seemed forever.

He turned onto a well manicured road, with a sign that read “Welcome to the Erickson”. He drove along the curving river that seemed to disappear every 50 meters, until he finally reached a point in which he could see a grand building.

The Erickson wasn’t so much a building, as it was a complex (even though they were all connected). It was built upon a hill, spilling over with a number of residences and rooms. The road led into an internal parking structure, which Milo promptly drove into, ignoring the beautiful shimmering lights that glinted off the windows.

Milo parked, ignoring the sign saying “closed for maintenance” on the floor. He got into the elevator on the other side of the structure, and went to the first floor. Once he stepped out of the elevator, he could see a large common area, and two dozen people, some with a vacant look in their eye, and some looking like they were about to fuck the floorboards out of desperation. They paid no attention malatya escort bayan to Milo, choosing instead to stare off into space or do menial tasks.

Standing in front of him, he could see numerous things. One was a few large cooking pots, filled with what looked like large eggs, submerged in a clear yellow fluid. The next were headsets, and finally there was a table with an assortment of items. All of these were not branded, but were clearly marked: “lubricant”, “sugestant”, “larvae”, etc… Milo stood still, as the worms told him to stand down and to remain docile and submissive.

Two of the blank eyed “people” took Milo by both hands, and led him into a closet. They strapped him down on a table, and put a headset on him. Milo could not see what was happening from here on, but he was fed a pill from the “sugestant” jar, and had larva, coated in lubricant, inserted into his ass, urethra, nose, ears, and mouth. They slithered towards the warmth, which meant inside of his body. The headset was switched on, and for hours, Milo watched.

He was shown a variety of images and videos, appearing to have been assembled in great haste, about submitting to the worm, and the inner voice he now had. He knew obeying felt good. He knew he would obey no matter what the worm did. He knew he would obey even if it meant putting his life on the line. Milo didn’t care; all he wanted to do was to please the worm.

All the while, the worms started escort malatya creating the illusion that he was being fucked from all angles. They grew out, grew back in, stimulated nerves, and created hallucinations. Milo felt like he was being fucked for hours.

The worms edged him that way for about 15 minutes, then amped up the pleasure. He felt like he was being fucked in the ass, being throat fucked, and having his ears being fucked. He knew he was getting close. Everything was so unpredictable; he would be fucked in sync, out of sync, and at random paces. At the end, was the most intense orgasm Milo had ever had. It lasted a full 45 minutes, and it never really subsided after that. The worms had complete control over the pleasure centres of his brain.

A different person came in this time, but it was one of the ones who looked incredibly horny. With no hesitation, he took advantage of Milo’s exposed ass and started pounding. With no build up, it was clear he wanted to cum fast. The worm had Milo oblige. He could tell they were getting close, so Milo prepared. The guy spat out large loads into Milo’s cavity, and some eggs too. He took his dick out, and squirted on Milo’s face. The cum landed mostly in Milo’s mouth, where he felt great pleasure in eating it. Milo was also cuming, but not nearly as much. The worm still wanted the eggs inside of his balls to incubate more before being ejected. He was in so much pleasure that he started squirming around, moaning.

Milo felt huge pleasure, and hardly noticed as he was carried to, and locked in, a small, dark, room.

Note: The next part will focus more on the actual actions that are happening, like the first one, as opposed to this one. I’ll also make it a bit more “human” for more descriptions, but still keep it within the style.

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“Where are we going, again?” I looked around at the increasingly seedy environs. We were walking through the warehouse district, at night, just the two of us. It was seeming more and more like a poor decision.

“It’s just around the corner.”

“You said that three corners ago.”

“Just come on, Kyle! You know what these tickets cost. You saw that review, this art installation was described as a ‘transcendent cross-section of the gay community.’ That blogger called it ‘a revelation in twelve parts!’ You seriously want to skip out on that?” Adam, my roommate with benefits, was very concerned with “the gay community.” Not that I have any problems with the gay community, but gay people are still, well, people, and I do my best to avoid those whenever possible.

“What even is an art installation, anyway?” I asked.

Adam rolled his eyes. “You’ll find out in a minute. Look, there it is!” He pointed toward a large warehouse down the block, cheerfully alight in a gratuitous display of holiday splendor. A large sign above the door bore the title “The 12 Gays of Christmas” in sickeningly festive candy-cane striped font. He pulled out his phone, checked the clock, and sighed in relief. “Good, we’re on time. Our showing is the last one of the night, if we were late they’d probably just close up.”

“Yeah, that would be a tragedy.”

“Shut up, you’re going to enjoy it. Just you wait.”

Inside the door, we were greeted by an unreasonably handsome young man dressed in black, with a little nametag that said “Ian.” He smiled at us with blindingly white teeth, checked a clipboard, and asked, “Are you the Adam McAllister party?”

Adam grinned back. “That’s us! I’m Adam, and this is Kyle, the other group member.”

The megawatt smile flashed again. I began to fear for my retinas. “Excellent,” Ian the usher said, “you’re right on time. Please, come with me.” He showed us to a large steel door and indicated a lightbulb above it. “They’re still resetting from the last showing, but it should just be a minute or two. When that lights up, you’re good to enter. Would you like to leave your coats with me? It’s much warmer inside.”

Adam and I exchanged looks. I shrugged, he nodded, and we handed him our coats. Adam added his scarf to the pile, and I tossed my hat in for good measure.

“You can collect these from the front desk when you leave. I promise they’ll be safe while you’re inside. Please, enjoy the experience! I assure you, it will be a memorable one.” With an oddly wicked smile, he returned to his post.

We appreciated his departure for a minute–his pants were VERY well fitted–before turning our attention to the big steel door. As he left, music began to play around us from discreet speakers in the ceiling. At first, I thought it was just good old “Jingle Bells,” but then the lyrics started up:

Deck the halls,

Lick my balls,

We’ll fuck ’til we can’t walk;

Oh what fun it is to ride

On your big hard throbbing cock!

It pretty much went downhill from there. Adam and I exchanged incredulous looks, trying to stifle our laughter as verse after obscene verse played out over a timeless holiday tune. Eventually, the light above the door blazed into lurid green life, and the door made a ker-chunk noise as it unlocked. Adam pushed on it, and it swung open into darkness.

As we entered, the music changed, swelling from cheerful bells to electric guitars. Another recognizable classic, which was swiftly confirmed to be as twisted as the last when the first lines of “Jingle Bell Cock” rang out. We were standing in an island of light in a sea of shadows, with very precise lighting illuminating us and nothing else. From the way the music sounded, it was a large, open room, but we couldn’t see anything more than ten feet away from us. As the music rose, though, the lights spread a bit wider, and I jumped–and then stared–as a dozen figures materialized from the darkness around us.

Each was a slim, pretty young man, dressed as what I can only describe as slutty Santa’s helpers. They wore pointed green hats with white fur trim and comically oversized elf ears, little green vests which did nothing to conceal the lithe, bare torsos beneath, ridiculously tiny green shorts that left even less to the imagination than the vests, and long curl-toed shoes. We only had a moment to stare, though, as their emergence presaged a remarkably well choreographed dance to the increasingly vulgar soundtrack blaring over us.

We were immediately surrounded by a whirlpool of smooth skin and lithe grace. They wove complex patterns with their motions, gyrating around us and sliding against each other in a decidedly erotic fashion. Slim hips were thrust, pert asses were flaunted, and all while wearing those absurd hats and long shoes that somehow didn’t detract from the eroticism–or interfere with the dance, which might have been more impressive. The song ended with all of them in a circle around us, facing outward and bent almost double. nevşehir escort bayan Twenty-four pert buns vibrated at us in chaotic invitation, right until the moment the music faded and they abruptly vanished into the darkness again.

Adam and I stood shocked for a moment at the sudden silence, then started applauding, because what else could we have done? After a few seconds, though, music started up again–“Santa Baby,” this time. I noted with interest that the lyrics were unchanged, though it was a sultry male voice purring all those innuendos at us instead of the usual female vocalist. I soon lost interest in comparative music theory, though, because as the volume rose, so did the lights.

Spotlights illuminated a double row of raised platforms that lined a pathway to another door opposite us. There were five to a side with another at the end, actually mounted above the doorway so that we’d have to walk under it to exit. They were decorated to look like chimneys, with painted bricks up the sides, the cap serving as the pedestal’s surface, and a tall pole rising from the center. Atop each platform was a man in a Santa suit, hat, boots, and all–though none had the traditional white fluffy beard. I didn’t mind, though, because each was more handsome than the last.

As the music played, the men began an altogether different sort of dance, making use of their poles with expert precision. The bulky red coats came off first, flung aside to reveal bare, well-muscled bodies that gleamed in the bright lighting. Red suspenders held up the fuzzy red pants, and as the song progressed, they slithered off of those muscular shoulders as if by their own volition. With every request to Santa from the singer, another article of clothing vanished. The pants proved to be tearaways, and eventually each dancer was clad only in a classic Santa hat and a decidedly nontraditional red thong with white fur trim.

Awash in a sea of glistening skin and rippling abdominals, I almost didn’t notice when the song drew to a close. As it did, each dancer flipped upside down and climbed feetfirst up their poles to vanish into the shadows above in a remarkable feat of acrobatic athleticism. (It also provided some excellent views.) With a burst of applause, a whistle from Adam, and a few longing looks at the disappearing dancers, we strode down the path of chimneys (I would never be able to watch that chimneysweep scene in “Mary Poppins” the same way again). As we approached the door, Adam called, “You can come down my chimney anytime!” I shook my head at him, but he was rewarded with some soft chuckles from the shadows.

The door led into a narrow hallway that curved in a tight U-turn, so that the next door was facing back the way we’d come. As we reached it, music began to play again:

Hark! The horny sub screams,

“Master, please! I need your cream!

Fuck me please, I’ve been so good,

Won’t you give me that hard wood?”

I raised an eyebrow at Adam, and he just shrugged. “Stop judging. The dominant/submissive lifestyle is every bit as valid as yours.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t!” I said, defensively. “I’m just discomforted by the ridiculous music in this place.”

“Art is supposed to discomfort you!” Adam replied. “Maybe you just need to open your eyes and–” He cut off as the door opened, apparently on its own. I don’t know what I was supposed to open my eyes and see, but I’m pretty sure I was seeing it.

Similar to the first room, there were two rows of five platforms, one down each side of the rectangular chamber, though these were lower and wider than the chimneys. Atop each was an X-shaped wooden frame, with a young man clad in leather straps and little else tied to them. Beside each one was another man, also barely dressed in leather harnesses and chaps, and they were all wielding a wide assortment of…implements. One guy was attempting to insert one of those massive, inch-thick candy canes into a very inappropriate location, while another wielded a holly wreath, delicately pricking the skin of his victim’s back with the sharp leaves as the poor lad squirmed and gasped in apparent pleasure. There were Christmas candles dripping hot wax, festive gift-wrap ribbons tied around all sorts of unlikely appendages, and one man who was just straight-up whipping his sub with an evergreen branch, berating him about being “too naughty” this year–though the whippee looked like he was enjoying it even more than the whipper, based on the bulge straining his tiny shorts.

Dazed and a bit overwhelmed, Adam and I wandered through the hall toward the door on the far side, trying to see everything without seeming like we were looking. Well, that’s what I was doing. Adam was just blatantly ogling everything. As the song in the background wound down, we approached the exit door and tried to regain our composure.

“Well,” I said, as the door closed behind us. “You were right. That certainly was eye-opening.” Adam nevşehir escort just rolled his eyes and adjusted his pants again. We walked around the tight bend to the next door, and I realized how this place was arranged. The warehouse itself was a huge long rectangle, and each…display?…was in a horizontal section of it that had been walled off internally. Each room would be parallel to the others, like slices of bread in a loaf.

The apparently inevitable background music rose around us–“Come, All Ye Fuckable,” if you’re keeping track–and we entered the next room, which greeted us with a wave of warm, steamy air. Unlike the previous rooms, we had to go up several steps onto a wooden walkway, like a bridge five feet above the ground. It wound across the room in an S-shaped curve, necessary to accommodate the other primary features of the display.

Nestled in the curves of the bridge were three hot tubs, which explained the humidity, and each spa contained three men. The water was bubbling and frothing, though lightly, which made the fact that none of the bathers were wearing a stitch of swimwear very apparent. In the first tub, the three men were snuggled together, with the two on the sides resting their heads on the well-muscled shoulders of the man in the middle. Their hands were under the roiling water, and were clearly not in their own laps–though with the frothing bubbles, we couldn’t quite see what they were doing. Based on the rapturous expression on the middle guy’s face, I had a pretty good guess.

We kept walking–okay, maybe we dragged our feet a little–and followed the curve of the walkway to the next tub. Like the last set, the three men inside it were clearly nude and up to some shenanigans. Two of them were literally sitting in the lap of the third, and the thinly bubbling water did little to conceal their aroused state. All of their hands were in the water, down between their bodies, and from the half-lidded eyes and occasional gasps, none were idle.

Telling myself the heat in my face was from the steam in the air–and the tightness in my pants was my imagination–I turned toward the final tub. As we approached it, one of the men inside took a deep breath and slid under the water. We could see the dark shape of his head move down between the legs of one of his companions, though with the bubbles we couldn’t see what precisely was happening. At least technically we couldn’t. The moan he released could have been a coincidence, after all.

As the exit door closed behind us, I tried to speak but had to clear my throat. “I, uh, ahem. How was that Christmas-y, exactly?”

Adam, looking a little red-faced himself, said, “Are you complaining?”

“Just wondering when the ‘revelation in twelve parts’ will kick in.”

“Well, we’ve only seen the first few parts.”

“Saw plenty back in there.” I think Adam was going to reply, but the damned music started up again as we came around the bend to the next door, this time abusing poor “Silent Night”:

Rigid dick,

Throbbing dick,

Long and hard,

Nice to lick…

I couldn’t take any more. “You have got to be kidding me,” I blurted.

“Yeah, okay, that’s pretty bad,” Adam said. The song, with its unsettling blend of somber tune and obscene lyrics, followed us into the next room, where I could fortunately stop paying attention to it.

This was a larger room than the last two, and my gaze was drawn first to the right side of the space, where four benches were facing a podium that stood before four doors. Two men sat on each bench, most of them holding hands or leaning against each other. At the podium was another man with two bowls, and as we entered, he pulled a slip of paper from each, read them, then announced, “C 1!” Two men stood from their benches, and I saw that each wore a little placard around their necks; one had a big letter C, the other, the number one. Looking around, I realized that of the four pairs on the benches, one guy on each had a number from one to four, and their partners had letters, A to D. A was with 1, B with 2, and so on.

Mr. C and Mr. One met before the podium. Mr. One was slim and graceful, with curly blonde hair and an adorably nervous smile. Mr. C was taller and darker, with broad shoulders and a wicked grin. He took Mr. One by the hand and led him off to the side of the podium, toward the leftmost door. As they entered, a little light turned on beside the door, and a sudden burst of cheering erupted behind me, making me jump in surprise.

Spinning around, I found a comfortable lounge space filling the left half of the room, with a big couch and chairs facing four large flatscreen TVs mounted on the wall. The seating was occupied by several more men–four on the couch and three in chairs–who were applauding as the first screen blinked into life. It showed Mr. C pushing Mr. One against a wall, pinning his hands above his head and diving in to kiss his neck. Mr. One writhed in escort nevşehir obvious pleasure, pushing his hips against Mr. C’s.

“B 3!” I jumped again at the shout behind me, and glanced over my shoulder to see another pair of men moving toward the second of the four doors. Already knowing what I would see, I turned back as the door closed behind them, and saw the second TV screen come to life with a view of Mr. B and Mr. Three. As the watchers clapped and hooted, the two all but leapt onto each other, kissing hungrily and pulling at each other’s clothes. On the first screen, Mr. C had Mr. One’s shirt completely unbuttoned, and was working his mouth down Mr. One’s lean, muscled torso.

A moment later, another call went out–A 4–and then the third screen lit up to more cheers. These two weren’t quite as eager as the last pair, and started calmly removing clothing. Shirtless, Mr. A stepped up to Mr. Four, and wrapped his hands around the other man’s waist, before leaning in for a gentle, almost chaste, first kiss. Mr. Four warmed quickly though, and gripped Mr. A’s shoulders as he pushed his tongue into Mr. A’s mouth.

The fourth screen came to life as the last remaining men, Mr. D and Mr. Two, entered their door and practically tackled one another like the second pair had. Once again, the viewers on the seats burst into cheers and applause. Now that all four screens were active, I could see that each of the four rooms were basically identical, resembling a barebones hotel room with a bed, a lamp, and not much else. Mr. One was leaning against the wall, shirtless now and gasping as Mr. C, his head disappearing below the frame, did something at waist level we couldn’t see. Mr. Three, now down to boxers with a serious tent, was bending Mr. B over the bed. He pulled B’s underwear down, though Three’s body was between the camera and his partner, so we couldn’t see much.

A tug on my arm dragged me back to myself. Adam, his pupils dilated and his breath a little ragged, pulled me towards the door on the far side of the room.

“What’s the rush?” I hissed as it opened before us. “It was just getting good!”

He looked at me, eyes dark with lust, and said, “The sooner we finish here, the sooner we can go home.”

Oh. I smirked at him. “This is really getting to you, huh?”

He pointed at my waist. “Pot. Kettle.”

I glanced down. Yeah, maybe it was getting to me a bit too. By which I mean, I was stiff as a board and straining my pants. I tried to surreptitiously rearrange some things while we walked around the U-turn hall to the next display room, but from Adam’s snort I was not super successful. Fortunately, we were distracted by the beginning of the next terrible sex-carol.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

But your cock is so delightful.

We’ve got nowhere else to go,

So let me blow, let me blow, let me blow!

Snickering, we walked through the next door, and were greeted by a loud moan of pleasure. We were in a narrow hallway that seemed to go down the length of the space, instead of across it as in the previous rooms. Unlike the previous display rooms, which were large, open spaces, there were ten-foot-high wall panels set up to subdivide this area, so we had to turn and follow the narrow path. At its end, pressed against the wall, stood a man with his pants open and splayed out against the wall to either side of him. He held onto a handle mounted in the wall above him, and seemed to be shoving his hips against the wall. As we drew nearer, he pushed again, and groaned, his head lolling back. We couldn’t actually see what was going on, as he was pressed to the wall, but it wasn’t hard to guess.

Another moan made me turn my head, and I discovered that the path jinked sharply from the man’s location in the other direction, creating a sort of switchback. At the far end, at what I assumed was another sharp corner, was another man in a very similar position. He had his pants down around his thighs, though, leaving a taut, muscular ass on full display. Watching those round globes flex as he thrust against the wall was a bit mesmerizing. The inner walls didn’t go all the way up to the ceiling, so the sounds of groans and heavy breathing, with the occasional wet slurpy noise, seemed to echo all around us.

Down the switchback from Mr. Perfect Buns was a third man, but he was in a rather different position. He knelt close to the wall, with his face pressed into a hole at about waist level on the wall. Looking at him, I realized that with the switchbacks, this guy was right where the first guy was located, just on opposite sides of the wall. As we drew closer, it became apparent that something large and insistent was moving in and out of his mouth, stretching his cheeks and even his throat. With his face pressed literally into the hole, though, we couldn’t actually see what it was.

My pants were feeling tight again.

After passing the first man on his knees, we found a second, right against the wall where Mr. Buns was standing on the other side. He, too, had his face pressed right into the hole, and was clearly struggling to contain…whatever was being shoved into his mouth. His jaw was stretched wide, and his eyes were watering a bit as he tried to maintain his position. I gave him an encouraging nod as we passed.

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We go out to dinner. You pick out the restaurant. It is a quaint yet fancy place. The hostess shows us to our table and hands us the menus. As we scoot in close to each other at the table, your hand immediately rests on my knee. I look at you and coyly smile. I begin to look at the menu as your hand slides under my dress up my thigh. “I’ll be right back, Daddy. Ladies room,” I say.

“Okay, hurry back baby,” you reply.

In the ladies room, I remove my pantyhose and panties and place them in my purse thinking to myself that this is going to be the most incredible dinner of my life. I adjust my dress and return to the table next to you. My heart is pounding faster in anticipation. Your hand slides under my dress again. I open my legs to let your hand wander. “Mmm, you bad little girl,” you whisper. I smile again, pretending to look over the menu. Your fingers find their way through my heat to my clit. It is swollen and aching for you. You start rubbing it in small circles. I love your touch.

The waitress come by and asks, “Are you two ready to order?”

“Yes!” I almost shout, as your fingers are feeling so good.

“Okay, Ma’am, what will you have?” the waitress asks polity.

Your fingers move even faster and you tilt your head and look at me intently. My breathing gets heavier, “Ummmm,” I say as I try to think of something, anything but how wet my pussy is and how horny you make me.

“We’ll both have the rize escort special, and a bottle of your best wine,” you intervene.

“Very well, Sir,” the waitress says, giving me a look as she walks away.

You nibble my ear lobe and whisper, “Are you going to cum for me, baby?”

That sent tingles down my spine. I lick my lips and let out a slight quiet moan as I say “Yes, Daddy.” You focus your eyes on my face. Watching my expressions closely as you bring me closer and closer to climax. My eyes dart all over the restaurant, trying to see if anyone notices what we are doing. You don’t worry about that; you just keep rubbing me harder and faster.

“You are so sexy, baby,” you tell me. I start to squirm a little in my seat and my breathing is very heavy now. I’m trying not to moan, but it is so hard. I feel so naughty. I want to cum for you so bad. Your fingers feel like heaven on my clit. “Cum, baby,” you whisper, “Throw your head back and cum for me. Fuck all these people and what they think. Let them know just how sexy you are!”

Your words combined with your fingers mercilessly rubbing my clit push me over the edge and I start cumming right there at the table. You start kissing me to muffle the moans. Our tongues swirl around each other as I soak your hand.

I have a glazed look in my eyes as the waitress brings the food over. I try to catch my breath, as I see you bring your hand escort rize from between my legs up to your lips. You lick off my juices and ask, “What an appetizer, huh baby?” I giggle and nod. “You are going to make a damn good dessert too, baby,” you say as you begin to eat your meal.

I have the biggest smile across my face as I remember that there are other people there. I look around again. I lean toward you and whisper quietly, “Do you think anyone knows?”

You kiss me gently on the neck and whisper back, “Please baby, every man in here is hard as a rock.” I blush and laugh again.

At the end of the meal, I stand up and you notice a wet spot on my chair. You add another five dollars to the tip and quietly tell me it is for clean up. I giggle and kiss you. We can’t keep our hands off each other, as we’re leaving the restaurant.

Hand in hand we walk to the car. You open the passenger side door and motion for me to get in. I sit down shifting my dress to cover my thighs. You walk back around the car and get in the driver’s seat, lean over and kiss me and then off we go. After a while of not recognizing the landmarks I pipe up, “Where are we going?” I ask.

You grin and say, “Just for a drive, baby.” We pull up a dirt road into a deserted area with only trees around us. You pull up the emergency brake between us and turn off the car. You look at me, hold my face in your hand kissing rize escort bayan me deeply and then climbing into the back seat. I turn my head to watch as you position yourself in the middle of the back seat and pull your cock out of your pants. You begin touching it gently not taking your eyes off of me.

My fingers gently slide over the parking break and I get a wicked look in my eyes. I turn and position myself with one knee on each of the front seats, facing you in the back seat with the parking break handle pointing up between my legs. As our eyes meet, I lower myself onto it as my juices drip down. You are excited watching me sliding up and down on the emergency brake as you rub your cock faster. I pump up and down on the cock-shaped handle and begin moaning louder and louder.

You have your cock in hand and eyes on me. You can tell I am about to climax and you lean into the front seat turning the key to turn the car’s engine on. The whole car starts vibrating, including the handle in my cunt. The vibrations feel so amazing inside of me as I slide my wet pussy up and down on the handle. You open the convertible top and stand up. I feel the crisp night air all around us and hear the crickets and an owl in the distance. I open my eyes and your hard cock is right in my face. I take it in my mouth, sucking it in deep. I’m moaning on your cock, and as I swallow your cum, my wetness explodes on the emergency break.

We are in ecstasy and are completely content as you drive us home. You open my door for me and as I get up, you notice there is another wet spot on the seat where I was sitting. “It seems you enjoyed that baby,” you say.

I giggle and say, “Yes, I’ve never been fucked by a car before, daddy.”

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(It has been a while since I have written. But with several emails wondering what was going on with Mr. Little and me I figured I should get some of it down on paper. Thanks for your interest. Don’t forget to vote.)

In the years that I’ve known him, K. Linford Little has been kind and considerate but not a real gentleman.

I’m smiling at that statement, as I guess most people would think he’s a perfect gentleman. He holds doors for ladies, smiles that cute smile of his at one’s jokes, and always asks how you are feeling, doing and so forth.

But most people don’t know my sweetie “Lin” as I know him.

That’s because for the better part of 10 years we’ve had a special relationship, a mental, sexual relationship. I love Lin, he loves me, but not exactly how one loves someone. He has a wife and kids, and my former boss has a wealth of activities that keep him active and vibrant.

He also has me twisted around is finger, and to a certain extent, I have him in the same way. A special bond you might say.

We have sex. Often.

In some ways I am so disappointed in myself for getting into this situation with a married man. Truthfully, it has hurt some of my relationships over the years. There is really no surprise there, because when you think of it there isn’t an easy way to be in a serious relationship with one guy when you are seeing another who you really love on the side.

Of course, it would ruin his wonderful (?) and perfect marriage if our escapades were uncovered.

We’ve come a long way since I fell for him when I was his administrative assistant. Back in those days I seriously thought he’d leave his wife for me. When that didn’t happen, we painfully separated. My time away from Lin, taking a new job, trying to forget about him, suffering through a bad relationship of my own, only made my love for Lin expand.

Ultimately we got back together on the sly, this time with me knowing he’d never leave his wife while he knew I wouldn’t make such demands. Since then we’ve had a great relationship, I’ve learned to love him more and I know he loves me.

It’s funny, but after years of seeing each other on the sly, using a car as a place to cavort rather than a bedroom, has never gotten old. We still find out of the way places to make out, secluded places for me to suck his dick.

I’ve dated guys while seeing Lin, actually lived with a couple, but what my former boss provided I couldn’t find anywhere else.

Recently, our meetings have been a little complicated as Lin began having, well, problems with his equipment. Not always, but on several occasions he’d have difficulty in getting an erection, maintaining it, or getting an orgasm. You know, it bothered me at first, I thought he was getting tired of me. But once I got over that, and he assured me that wasn’t the case.

I was content to suck his cock as long as he had enjoyment, and he assured me he loved it whether he was rock hard, semi-hard or whatever. He loved my lips on his balls and shaft, and while it was difficult he could generally cum with my mouth working its magic and maybe my hand stroking him.

Then came the little blue pill.

We were meeting one rainy Saturday in a railroad station parking lot. We were parked out of the main thoroughfare, away from prying eyes, on what Lin explained had to be a brief meeting.

“She thinks I’m at the lumber yard, but I only have an hour or so,” said my former boss, 20 years older but a young stud at heart.

We spoke for a couple minutes, and, like normal, stroked each other somewhere while we talked. On this day he was playing with my thighs, me his. A few minutes into our little meeting I felt the urgent pulsations coming from down below. His sock was not only hard, but it was pulsating, throbbing actually…and I had not even touched it.

“What have we here,” I asked, maybe with a little surprise in my voice.

Lin smiled. “It’s all for you, Robyn, how about using those lips of yours to make me happy.”

Well, that was better than “give me a blow job!” I took the hint, making a deliberate wandering of the hands to unzip his pants. It look a little effort to sliver my fingers inside the opening in front of his boxers, but I did. His massive cock was easy to find, but getting it out of the hole was a chore. It took a couple seconds, but when it emerged it was worth the effort. It was uncharacteristically huge!

Looking around, assuring the coast was clear, I reminded Lin to keep watch. Then I lowered my head into his lap. Once there, I kissed the tip of his cock before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. What followed was my attempt at fully licking the entire cock from top to bottom, stem to stern, round and around.

He loved it. I could tell by his quiet moans.

Lin always loved my oral ministrations. From the first time I did it in his office he’d compliment time after time about my oral prowess. Until he started telling me how good it felt I hadn’t known that I had any talent in the blow job department. In fact, sakarya escort I guy I had seen in the year before I started seeing Lin complained that I nicked his cock when I blew him. So much so that he preferred I’d only lick his cock, not suck it.

That made me hesitant to go down on Lin, but never once in our relationship had he had one iota of a problem with my oral skills. He told me I was the best he’d ever had, much better than his wife. It wasn’t something I’d want advertised, but it was quite hot knowing he loved my mouth.

And love my mouth he did. Over the years I had given him countless blow jobs, in cars, baseball dugouts, a women’s rest room and along the railroad tracks while an engineer got a spectacular view of me on my knees servicing Lin.

We’d been almost caught, and even caught, in the act a few times, no matter how much we attempted to slip into secluded, out of the way places. But the good news we’d never been hauled into the pokey or something. That, I have to admit, would be a very, very bad thing. So we tried our best to make sure we weren’t caught.

On this Saturday quickie I got right into the swing of it, luxuriating to the pulsations of his dick against my face. I hadn’t felt that throbbing cock in a while, as most recently I had to worry about Lin not being real hard. But today he was rock hard.

I started sucking down on his cock, slowly from the top. Bobbing my head deliberately up and down, I could tell Lin loved it. He held the back of my head as I put a couple fingers around the base of his cock. That helped me jerk him off while sucking off the top half of his cock.

Every so often I’d slow, and attempt to take his whole man meat into my mouth. I am not much of a deep throat artist, but I could get down to his pubic hairs with a little time and effort. When that happened, Lin would hold my head in both hands, and sort of rock it rather than pull it up and push it down. I think he realized if he move my head up in any way there was no way I’d get all of his cock back into my mouth with a lot of time and effort.

So he merely circled my head around his cock, slowly luxuriating on the feelings while whispering all kinds of naughty things in my ears.

“Oh, you cocksucker…Robyn, you are so bad. It’s all the way in, my cock is all the way in your mouth!” said the man with a groan. “You are a slut, a real slut. Sucking on my married dick.”

You know, there were times when I hated some of the things he said, but he always apologized after and I really believe he only said some of the things for his own effect. I knew he loved me, that was obvious, so maybe I was acting slutty or whorish but I was neither.

The quickie turned into a little longer affair, but in less than 15 minutes I knew he was close. He was moaning, and I started worrying he’d stopped guarding the fort. I heard train whistles, and not knowing if it was a passenger or freight train I figured we better end the escapade quickly just in case.

I lifted my head off his cock, stroking it faster while I cooed, “I want you to cum in my mouth, Lin, please shoot into my mouth!”

Stroking quicker I lowered my head just in time to catch several copious volleys of man sauce spurting from deep within him into my mouth.

Lin likes it when I concentrate on the tip when he’s cumming, but once he’s dumped his load he likes me to take more of his cock into my mouth and just hold him there while using my lips to sort of milk the final drops of slimy stuff out of his faucet.

This day was no exception. I drained his cock and swallowed most of his manly offering.

“Oh Robyn, that was fantastic, you are marvelous,” said the man. “You missed a little, it’s on your cheek.”

Slipping a finger onto my face, I pushed the wayward cum sauce into my mouth, making a production out of it bringing groans from Lin as his eyes were riveted on me.

We spoke for a few minutes, kissing, holding hands and savoring in the experience before Lin had to drive off to get his spackling or whatever. I laughed when I thought of that, because he had spackled my mouth minutes before with his own version of sticky sauce.

“It was the little blue pill, but I loved what it did,” informed the guy.

So that’s what it was. A little help from the Blue V!

@ @ @ @

The following week was one of whirlwind activity, as my current boss (no, I’m not attracted to him!) was preparing for an upcoming board meeting. Lin, for his part, was travelling a few days. So other than a pretty hot session of phone sex from his hotel room, we didn’t have the opportunity to be together.

The following weekend his daughter was competing in a swimming competition, so it didn’t look like we’d get together. Thus I was really surprised with an early Saturday phone call.

“Hi honey, what I surprise,” I said when he called.

Lin sounded quite harried. “I just dropped Stephanie off for her meet, but she’s not swimming for a couple hours,” said my former boss. sakarya escort bayan “I was wondering…”

“Yes?”

He sort of hemmed and hawed before asking if we could “get together” for a little bit.

I read that to mean he wanted to meet in a secluded place me to perform a little salami munching.

We met halfway, at a local park that was out of the way, and went for a short walk. Hand in hand, we spoke about this and that, bringing each other up to speed on the week’s activities.

“Do you want to give me a blowjob?” asked my former boss, smiling.

Looking around, he knew I didn’t have to speak my answer. Sliding down to my haunches I watched as Lin lowered his zipper. He reached inside his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Looking up at my former boss I saw the lust in his eyes. Those eyes were riveted to my face and I gave him a smile as I opened my mouth and slithered out my tongue.

Lin tasted a little musky today as I licked his dick. At first I thought it might have been from his early morning run. But as I slid my lips around his hardening cock it struck me. It was the taste of pussy.

My eyes must have opened wide as my head snapped back, popping against Lin’s cupped hands.

I stammered something, as Lin smiled. “I had to honey, I had to fuck her this morning, it was the blue pill. I took it before bed last night and I banged her, and when I woke up this morning I had to do it again,” said my former boss proudly. “Please suck me.”

Shocked I told him he was a bastard, knowing full well it wasn’t the first time he’d stuck a used cock into my willing mouth. But it had been years, and he hadn’t been having sex often with his wife, or so he said. But I guess the blue pill gave him other ideas.

“Honey, I love you, I love your mouth. Come on a suck me, please?” My ex-boss knew he had pushed the envelope, humiliating me in a way. But by the same token the thought that he wanted my mouth, to be with me, so soon after having done his wife made me feel a little special too.

Convinced of his love, I went back down on his dick.

It was a struggle to get him to cum, especially since he’d had a lot of activity over the last 24 hours. But as he rocked in and out of my mouth I could feel his intensity rise. I was turning him on, way on, and he hurried his thrusts. He banged my mouth, much like he must have banged his wife’s pussy hours earlier.

“Oh Robyn this is so hot, so very hot. You are a wonderful cocksucker. You make me feel like a million bucks. Oh, it’s hot. Blow me.”

My head was slowly working up and down his cock, my mouth tightening and releasing along the way. Lin loved my cocksucking and he loved me, and I knew he was married, so once I got over the initial shock of tasting his wife I got back to what I love to do.

“Oh Robyn you are the best,” said my former boss, saying the words which were magic to my ears. “You look so beautiful, and your mouth is so very wonderful. Nothing feels as good as you. Oh, I’m gonna cum.”

My head kept bobbing as the man held my head. He steadied himself, working my head around his throbbing dick. All of a sudden I tasted cum.”

I savored the taste, holding it first in my mouth before swallowing his creamy load.

The guy had a way with me, even when naughty.

@ @ @ @

Over the next few months Lin, with a little help from his new friend (“worth every penny” he said) pummeled my mouth as often as we could meet. Sometimes we’d mess around for an entire weekend day (when he was supposed to be golfing) while other times it was a hair-trigger quick explosion in an unlikely place that might have taken a few minutes.

It didn’t matter to me. I loved satisfying Lin, and I know he really enjoyed my company.

We’d go on long walks, sometimes along a canal that was, in spots, near a freight train line. It got to be a little joke between us. If the walkway wasn’t crowded, and we could see far in the distance, the hoot and toot of the locomotive engine in the distance would mean I’d be fed some cock. I think Lin liked the idea of someone catching us in the act, someone who couldn’t stop the train and confront us.

Whatever it was, it was a turn-on for him. So we’d hear the blast in the distance and Lin would stop and kiss me. Then, we’d look to make sure the coast was clear. If there wasn’t several hundred yards of pathway clear of other people, he’d just hold me tight and kiss me as the train lumbered past.

But if the coast was clear…watch out!

I’d get down on my haunches as Lin unleashed his cock from his pants. The entire maneuver probably only took five seconds from unzipping to getting his whang in my mouth. I’d bob my head up and down his dick while the train approached and kept it up as the mighty engine rolled past.

It was very erotic knowing I was pleasing my lover while it was possible someone (safely) could have observed us.

The little blue pill made Lin’s love-making a lot easier on his escort sakarya brain. He no longer worried about getting aroused, which was good for me in that he stopped apologizing about his difficulties. While I really enjoyed pleasing him, it was a little discouraging to always hear him saying he was sorry he was not hard. I guess what bugged me was I had never complained, so he didn’t have to say he was sorry. Even when I was working a semi-hard cock for minute after minute I didn’t complain.

Still since it bothered him it affected me because of his embarrassment.

That thought multiplied about four months after he started using the little blue pill. While he didn’t have trouble getting an erection he did begin to have trouble having an orgasm. On many occasion I’d work his hard cock with all my abilities and not receive my sticky rewards.

“Robyn, this is tough, I can’t cum,” said the man late one day after I’d been working on his cock for a half hour. “I love the feeling, your mouth is wonderful, and I just can’t cum.”

I tried to diffuse the situation. “You been banging your wife, or, ahem, your secretary.”

“Uh…huh.”

Wrong answer, bucko. I asked if he’s been doing wifey more often or if he’d tired of me and was visiting someone else.

“No, no, no. I mean, yes, I’ve fooled around with my wife, but nobody else. And I am having the same problem with her. I just am having a hard time cumming. I can work myself off but it is really work and I really worry about my heart. I get short of breath.”

The good news was that it was bothering him enough to schedule an appointment with his doctor to see if something else was amiss.

In the meantime, I looked at him and smiled.

“Did you really like the way I’ve been sucking you today?”

Embarrassed, he shook his head yes.

He looked helpless there, his hard cock poking out of his pants into the air, the residue of my mouth work still wet on the tip. I thought of the times I’d had sex and had gotten so very close but not over the edge. I surmised his difficulties were similar to those feelings of mine.

“You can get yourself off when you, uh, masturbate?” I asked.

“It’s difficult, but yes, I can. Normally late at night when I am alone I can jerk off and cum with a little effort.”

“But I can’t seem to do it right?”

“Robyn, you are great. It’s me.”

I looked at the guy and realized how much I loved him. He was so very special to me, we’d shared so much in our years of a relationship.

“Show me.”

Lin looked surprised. “Huh””

“Show me, Lin, show me how you stroke your cock late at night.”

My former boss and current lover was surprised to say the least. He questioned me again about what I wanted him to do.

“You have watched me masturbate,” I said to the man. “Remember the banana? You watched me do myself with some fruit, so I surely can watch you do yourself.”

A huge smile crossed Lin’s lips. I swear his dick throbbed.

Leaning back he reached down and slipped his left hand around his cock. He slowly began stroking himself, eyes closing and a little smile creeping to his lips.

Watching the man stroke himself was hot. He no longer looked embarrassed and I wondered what (or who) he was thinking of. Not that it mattered. He was clearly enjoying himself in the driver’s seat.

Up and down his hands went, slowing to a stop from time to time. When he did stop he sort of worked the tip a little, and then went back to stroking the manhood. After two or three of these starts and stops he really began stroking and sensed his orgasm was imminent.

His head pushed back as he worked his dick and I heard him moan and grown to the tune of his stroking. He clearly was going to cum.

That’s when I made my move. Okay, I didn’t want the cum to get all over his clothing. But what I really didn’t want was to miss a single drop of his hot sexy cum. I knew I had to wait for the right moment, because I didn’t want to ruin whatever was going on with his dick or mind.

“Oh, Robyn,” moaned my boss.

That was my cue. I bent my head over his midsection and down onto his throbbing, hand stroked cock. And just in time, I might add. Less than 30 seconds after my mouth arrived on his dick it began to spurt slimy sauce.

My head bobbed on the top while Lin’s hand stroked from the bottom. It was a perfect combination.

“Oh, suck me off Robyn, I’m jerking off in your mouth,” cried out the guy. “Oh yes, oh that’s good, I’m cumming.”

And he was. Any difficulties he had earlier in the day or in recent blow jobs were long gone on this day. He shot two or three volleys of cum into my sucking mouth. I kept working the dick like I had in the past, forgetting all about his having to stroke it to get it ready.

“You are simply incredible, Robyn, than you so much,” said the man after coming down off his cum-induced high. “You are so wonderful to do that for me, it was great.”

Hey, I knew, as I tingled all over from the realization that I’d conquered the man that day.

He’s heading in to his doctor’s appointment in a week. I’ll have to let you know how it goes if you like, but in the meantime I think — no I know — I will be sucking my former boss a few more times with the knowledge that if he has to help a little it will be totally alright.

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Early in the morning, the sun just barely peaks over the horizon of the dry prairie, signaling the rooster of the ranch to start its daily call of the dawn, echoing all throughout the ranch.

“Hrrrmm… Grrrhhmm… Hrrrmm” Arthur growls hungrily with his tongue pouring into the younger man below him as his fat build rolls and pushes, his raging cock tunneling very deep in the wet cave beneath.

“Awwwwaaahhh… OOoooohhhh… Nnnnhh” Cody whines and moans as takes his father’s massive cock up his ass as his burly beast practically devours his mouth. Cody is wearing his warm and cozy unionsuit, his own locked manhood having made his cotton front saturated with precum, his arms wrapped around his hairy parent’s beefy frame. Arthur is completely naked except for his cowboy hat — Cody insisted he’d wear it if they fuck. “Oh Daddy… Oh Pa… NNNNHH! Hoohhhh” Cody’s body flexes as that huge pole opens him up wider.

“Hhrrrgggghhh… Good boy…” Arthur sneers darkly as his round belly roams against his son as he humps him slow and deep. “Such a good… Damn… Son…” He groans as his meat flexes inside of Cody’s ass and licks his cheek. “You gonna blow on me again?”

“No sir.” Cody shakes his head as his hands rub onto those thick shoulders “FFFFFFF… Hhhhhhh…” Coated in sweat and his anus lodged with massive cock, Cody gulps and kisses Arthur’s mouth “Goooosssshhh, Paaaaaa”

“Mmmyyeaahh” Arther goes in and starts biting his neck again as his big bear butt starts flexing and pushing in again and again.

“A-A-Ahhh! Hawwww! NNGGGHH!” Cody’s toes curl as his ass is assaulted with slow and wide thrusts. He clenches his eyes as the bed creaks and shifts back and forth “O-Oh! GHH! A-AHH!”

“Am I hurtin’ you, boy?” Arthur asks, but not relenting his deep, hard moves.

“I love it.” Cody whines beneath him “No one breeds me better’n you, Pa. UUUHH! HNNN! So big…”

“Heh heh heh heh heh” Arthur chuckles as he pulls back and ceases to give his son a break, but with his dick still halfway stuck up his hole.

“Huhhh! Hhh… Hhh… Hhh… Hhh hhh hhh hhh…” Cody pants as Arthur pops the buttons of his longjohns one by one, letting his chest and his abs out to breathe. Arthur brushes his hand into Cody’s thick bushy torso and gently brushes his thumb onto one of Cody’s unusually swollen nipples.

“Big’n hairy. Just like your old man.” Arthur muses as he digs his thick forearms under Cody’s head to rest. “Don’t suppose one day you’re gonna breed me like I’m breedin’ you, eh?”

“Heh heh… Even if I wanted to,” Cody giggles “Still got a lil prairie dog down there. Ain’t got nuthin on your big buffalo openin’ me up right now.”

“That so?” Arthur pushes his huge dong fully until he hilts Cody all the way.

“G-GYAHH! AHhh! H-Haahh! NNhhhnn…” Cody pants and copes with the intruding member spreading his ass open “Yuh… Yah-hah… Ya drive me crazy when you do that, Pa…” He says after his caged dong squirts even more pre in his very damp groin.

“Oh really?” Arthur grumbled playfully as he pulls his bare rump back and starts to hump his son slow and hard again.

“A-Ahhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Oooh! OH! Pa, Pa! Oh Paaa!” Cody’s legs lock into place as Arthur goes for the kill.

“Take it, boy. Take my damn meat. HOOMF!” Arthur goes faster as he drives his monster in and out of Cody’s anus. His fuzzy moons wobble and bounce as Cody’s fingers dig into his muscular back as Arthur fucks him at a climbing pace. “Choke it. Choke it, son. Choke the base now. Really git it now, come on.”

“AHH! AHYEU-MMPH!” Cody’s mouth is covered by Arthur’s hand.

“Now now. Quit screamin like a hoss and take it like a man.”

“M-hm, m-hm” Cody nods as his eyes clench, his cock just BEGGING for orgasm as his ass burns with massive orgasmic bliss. His sphincter spasms as it gulps down that railing manhood over and over, but he can’t stop moaning too loudly into Arthur’s hand.

“That’s right, good boy. Good boy. Good boy” Arthur’s cock rams inside of Cody’s ass several more times as he builds his girth up to his climax “Here it comes, boy, here it comes, here it comes, take it, don’t let up, take it, take it! HRRRGGGHH!” His fat pelvis buries his entire cock deep into Cody’s rectum!

“MMMHHH! MMMMMHHHHH! MMNNHH!” Cody moans at the top of his lungs as his mind explodes with enormous nirvana. He can feel the torrent of his father’s cum gush forward and wash deep into his insides. His hands loosen and slip as his eyes flutter with love and he lets his arms flop down.

“Heh heh heh” Arthur removes his hand from Cody’s mouth, only to see Cody drooling and smiling dumbly like his brain just disappeared. “Lookit you. Never thought I could actually fuck you silly. Pardon the French.”

“Ohhhaawwwaaaawwwooooo…” Cody babbles before Arthur slowly pulls his cock out of his son’s vacuum sealing butthole. Cody fumbles on the side and gets one of Milo’s fancy buttplugs and reaches down below and pushes the plug up there to keep Arthur’s cum from flowing out of him.

Arthur kicks back and lets his boy cuddle up to him, rubbing muğla escort his big broad tummy and kissing one of those thick nipples. “Mrrrrrmmmffff… Good booooy…” Arthur growls lowly as Cody latches onto that teat. He breathes logn and slow, flinching once or twice as Cody’s mouth sucks on his father’s chest.

“Mmmmhh… Mrrrmmm…” Cody closes his eyes and feels up Arthur’s belly as his lips roam and lovingly slurp on that manly nub, mushing his tongue on top of it and giving it a long, firm suckle as his teeth lightly graze at it.

“Dayum, boy” Arthur grunts and grabs the bed underneath, “Forgot how much ya like nurse on mah teats… Hrrggg…” His opposite hand goes up to roll and pull is other nipple to match Cody’s meticulous suckling, already getting a chubby from his areolas getting sampled “Kinda wish we can just take a day off.”

“… Ya know what? Why don’t we, Pa?”

“Hey now. Good work’s never finished, boy.”

“But come on. Been… Kinda wanting to do that kinda thing for a while now.” Cody hops up onto his dad’s hairy jelly-belly, “Remember when I was a kid? We used to take the boys and go dip in the river. It was fun!”

“Aggghhh I dunno, boy…”

“Please? You, me, Nate, Milo, Jose, Zachery-“

“Wait. Zachery?”

“Yeah, why not?

“Nuthin against the boy, but he did just git here.”

“He’s sweet on Jose though; if he’s comin, he’s going to wanna go too.”

“Zachery and Jose? Since when?” Arthur raises his brow, surprised.

“For a while now.” Cody smirks cheekily “They been all sorts’a shinin on each other.”

“You serious, boy? I had no idea.” Arthur chuckles. “I just thought they worked good together.”

“That’s cause you’re always lookin at all the other cowboy butts roamin around~” Cody grins as he fondles Arthur’s heavy fat nuts.

“Hey now.” Arthur shifts his eyes a bit “Not MY damn fault they let their longjohns hang open in the back.”

“Heh heh heh”

“Still… That’s an entire day behind, son.”

“Pleeaase Pa? Us and the guys… Naked?” Cody grins “Let’em see mah new thing?”

“Your new what?”

“This thing!” Cody gets up and unbuttons the crotch area of his unionsuit. Arthur gaps as he sees the shiny metal and hard plastic helmet locking Cody’s cock into a one-inch cage.

“What in tarnation??” Arthur reaches for it and pinches the hard helmet securing Cody’s penis. He wiggles it and bounces his balls around. “How’d you git your… Your, your THING inside of an acorn??”

“One of Milo’s toys.” Cody giggles as the cock cage stays nestled in his thick bush.

“Aint that thing crushing your manhood, boy??”

“A little, but I git used to it fast.”

“How ya supposed to take it off?”

“Well, it don’t let MY fingers touch it none.” Cody reaches down and turns the ring around his penis’s base and around his scrotum. It does nothing “Someone else has to do it for me.”

Arthur furrows his brow and reaches into the thick bramble of Cody’s pubes. The stretchy metal and plastic shimmers when his thumb and index finger turns it.

Vrrrmmmm

Cody’s penis droops in length, still held within the loosened links of the cage

“What the…” Arthur turns it again.

VrrrrrRR

Cody’s cock instantly gets hard at 5 inches “O-Ooh” Cody flinches and smiles down at his erection “Hah, haha. Don’t remember THAT part.”

“So if I-” Arthur turns it, but Cody yanks it quickly.

“NO! DON’T, NO! Don’t turn it THERE”

“What? Why? What?”

“Turning it there makes me… Uh…” Cody pauses as his face gets embarrassed “It makes me aahhh… Sprinkle.”

“… What?” Arthur huffs.

“Just… First time Milo turned it there, it made me wet the grass. Like… Takin’ a pee?”

“You’re kidding.” Arthur frowns “Ya can’t even take a piss by yerself anymore?”

“Naw, I can! Just turning it there, kind of… FORCES it outta me. Like pumping the water outta well and it keeps gushing till it stops?”

“Gaahhh I swear… Milo and his fancy-little tricks…” Arthur says as he turns the cock cage’s base ring back… And then forward. And then backward. He can’t help but get amused at how his son’s penis has essentially become a toy — instantly making it hard, making it bounce down soft, shrinking it to a locked bud, and back again.

“Having fun with that, Pa?” Cody smiles.

“Okay, just for that, boy. I’mma make you even smaller.” Arthur turns it all the way down and the chastity cage shrinks down and pushes his cock down into a sunken orb above his nutsack!

“Ah, ahh, ahhh! Too tight, Pa!”

“Hrrgghh, right then…” Arthur gets up and stretches, letting his son get a gander at his full-nude rump and wide-frame backside. “Go’head and tell anyone ya wanna bring. We’ll head for the lake. Maybe git Milo over here and cook us a lunch to pack for today.”

“Really??!” Cody hops up and hugs his father from behind! “Thank you thank you thank yooouuu!”

“Yeah yeah, just git dressed, boy.” Arthur says as Cody goes rushing to his room.

—

Cody goes out of muğla escort bayan his house and jogs out to Nate’s house. Today Cody is shirtless except for a bandana and a vest while wearing his assless chaps with a pink thong holding his bouncy package as he wipes the sweat off from under his straw hat. It’s hot today, that lake is gonna feel great!

He comes over right when Nate leaves his door, fully dressed from the front and smiling at a clean-cut scrap of paper before Cody comes up. “Howdy, Nate!”

“Oh howdy, Cody” Nate smiles brightly as his friend comes up.

“What’s that you got there?”

“Postcard from Talia. She’s doing great in New York”

“That’s great, partner” Cody smiles as he looks at the card and reads the lovenote written on it. “Hope ya see her soon.

“So do I.”

“Hey so guess what” Cody claps his hands together and points to him “We’re heading for the lake today!”

“The lake? What about the ranch?”

“Pa’s calling the day off for the ranch! We’re gonna pack us a picnic, get a few of the guys together, lose some’a those threads” Cody grins as he reaches down and bounces one of Nate’s naked buttcheeks “Do some fishin, it’s gonna be a great time!”

“Hahahaha, alright, sounds mighty fine, Cody.” Nate chuckles as he pockets his postcard “I’ll just get a few things and I’ll let ya know when I’m ready.”

“Sounds great! See ya then!” Cody trots off and jogs forth.

—

A few minutes later he comes to Jose’s cabin next to the barn. “Hey compadre! Jose, ya home??” Cody knocks on the door. He waits a minute but there was no response. “Amigo? You in there?” Cody knocks again but hears something else from the barn.

“Wah-HOO! Whoa…”

“Huh?” Cody turns to the barn and approaches it. He enters and checks around the corner and raises his brows from what he sees.

“Oh Papi…” Zachery moans as his sits on the hay bale, completely naked except for his boots while Jose is between his god-like thighs, diving his head up and down “Do the balls, Papi, do mah hairy balls, yeah… A-AHhh!” The huge cowboy arches his body as his 6-inch penis spews a rope of pre after Jose devours his sac.

“Muy delicioso…” Jose nips the sac with his teeth teasingly before jousting his tongue onto those fat orbs.

“A-AAaaahhh!”

“That looks fun” Cody grins with his hands on his hips.

“AHH!”

“WHAA!” Both men jump and scramble away. Jose wipes his mouth hastily as Zachery grabs his cowboy hat and covers his crotch with it, but not before Cody got a look at his comically short member.

“Hah, wow, Zachery.” Cody giggles “Thought a hoss like you would be packin a tree down there, but all I saw was stump! Heh heh heh”

“Yeah, well” Zachery frowns defensively, “Mah nuts’re bigger’n yours, Ah bet!”

“Actually yeah.” Cody smiles “Maybe you’n I can compare when we hit the lake today.”

“How do you mean?” Jose asks.

“Pa’s callin it today. We’re taking a trip to the lake, and I’d love you boys to come. Also ride with us, hahahaha!”

“But uh…” Zachery blushes “I ain’t got no swimin’ stuff…”

“We all goin nekkid, Zachery! This is a once in a life-time thing! I’m telling ya now, Pa NEVER does this!”

“A-Ahh… Uh… But… See… Agh…” Zachery stands embarrassed with both hands on his hat “I uh… I dunno how to uh… I can’t swim…” He admits. “There! I done said it.”

“Ah, don’t worry about that,” Cody smiles at him “Y’all not gonna sink, right Jose?”

“No problemo, we’re in!” Jose accepts.

“Great! So wrap up whatever y’all doin in here, and we’ll get Milo to pack us some eats! Later!” Cody runs off… But peeks around the bend to see Zachery put his hat on his head, almost laughing at Zachery’s penis at 3-inches softness, obviously needing to be erect to get a decent length.

“Now… Where were we, chico?” Jose grins as he pulls out his own member.

“Ah believe Ah was about to show what a big ol’ dog Ah am~” Zachery muses as he gets on his hands and knees and nuzzles Jose’s groin playfully.

—

Cody strolls on up to Milo’s shack, super excited and stoked for today’s outing. “Hey Milo! We’re headin down to the…” His face breaks from his good mood as he takes a look at Milo’s living space. “Lake…” The table and chairs reverted to the rigidy build they used to be. The thick fancy curtains are gone, the huge bed Milo had is missing, the outdoor ‘shower’ thing is also gone, replaced by the wall that it once was.

And then there’s Milo — he’s wearing a very strange full-length white coat with light blue style designs around silver orbs. He’s putting a few of his instruments away before he turns to the cowboy “Oh, Cody. I didn’t expect to see you here…”

“Milo…?” Cody walks in, looking shocked and disheartend “Where you going?”

“Vacation’s over.” Milo answered “It’s time for me to leave.”

“But… But but wait, ya can’t leave NOW!” Cody comes to him and sets down his duffle after Milo picked it up “Pa’s takin’ us to the lake today!”

“Ah, dammit” Milo frowns escort muğla and tenses.

“Can’t ya stay just for that? It’s gonna be great.”

“Fuuuuck… Dammit, Cody…” Milo digs his fingers in his hair and huffs in defeat. “I can’t. I really want to go with you, but I can’t. I have to leave. My time is up.”

“Wha… Just like that? Were you even going to say goodbye?”

“Haven’t decided yet.” Milo says casually. “I… Hate long goodbyes, but I suppose you deserved a better warning than this.” He zips up a duffle. “You’ll have to forgive me, my notice was short-notice.

“This… This is too sudden, ya can’t just leave!”

“I honestly hate to have had this spring out of nowhere; I thought I at least had two more days before I had to pack up. Ironic how a time traveler loses track of time, eh?” Milo checks the glass dial from his pocket and looks back at the cowboy. “I got word from my superiors. As soon as the last second is up on my holiday, they need me back on immediately. I have minutes.”

“B-B-B-but… Milo, I…” Cody’s eyes rim with moisture, “No, please, you can’t just take off out of the blue! We’re supposed to go to the lake today! Everyone’s coming, it’s not gonna be the same without you!”

“Don’t tell me you fell in love with me” Milo jests sadly before holding up a hand with a black and red jewel ring “I made sure you couldn’t.”

“No! No, but… Milo, you’re my friend.” Cody sniffles “And you were just gonna take off without at least sayin’ goodbye?”

“Honestly I was at least going to let you know, but last night I got a sudden message. I wish I can stay for a while longer. Seriously, I would love to remain posted here. But for that I’d have to submit a novel’s worth of paperwork.” Milo packs the last thing in his bag before he and Cody leave the shack.

“W-W-Wait, Milo.” Cody trots beside him as they go. “Isn’t there… Isn’t there anything I can do to make you stay? Please? I don’t want ya to leave.”

“It’s really not that simple, Cody.” Milo tells him forlornly as they walk. “Besides, a year from now, you’ll forget all about me. So don’t worry about it.”

“What??” Cody stares at him with a sad gaze. “D-Don’t be ridiculous, partner. How could I forget you??”

“Easily. It’s how it works with people like me.” Milo tells him, his face showing a distinct hollowness “I was never supposed to exist in this era. So when someone like me comes along and eventually leaves, my presence in this timeline slowly evaporates whatever trace I’ve made — in the land, in people, in memory — everyone moves on.”

“A-And you’re just okay with that??!” Cody scoffs with hurt.

“I didn’t say that. But I’m obligated to be.”

“But… Milo, I thought we were friends…”

“Cody… We were.” Milo looks at him sadly “And I had a great time with you and your ranch. And you’re all some of the best people I’ve known. But I’m a man out of my time, and that can’t be allowed. All good things must come to an end.”

“But I don’t want to forget you, Milo. You’re like part of the family now…”

“A family that gets kinky and horny for a camping trip? Sounds like my kind of deal.” He smirks. “Really… It does sound like it could have been fun.”

“Milo, no…” Cody shakes his head, sniffling as he tries to think of some reason…

“Regardless, my holiday is up. And I need to get back to my own era. My next assignment is waiting on me.” He says as he continues to walk. “If I spend so much as a millisecond more here, I’m in hot water.”

“But… Milo…”

Cody walks with Milo to one of the random cabins — one in particular where Milo first materialized. He keeps trying to think of ways Milo can stay and not leave. But everything he says, Milo just redirects. Finally, they get to a door and they stop “Well. This is my station.”

“Wha…” Cody looks, still close to watering up, seeing that the old moldy shed they’re at; no wagon in sight, not even the dirt road. “This is a shed.”

“This is where I entered your world.” Milo says before he checks the glass pocket watch again “Time for me to go.”

“Milo, wait.” Cody puts his hands on Milo’s shoulders “Will I ever see you again? Please don’t just… Ya can’t just ride off like this.”

“As I said.” Milo tells him with forlorn eyes “In a few months, you’ll forget me. I was never here. Gradually, most of the things I’ve made happen will unravel. Though I imagine SOME of the things will keep; Jose will still be with Zachery. Nate will still have a fetish for getting pegged. Your father will be open-minded about sex stuff, and you’ll most likely have a taste for men rather than women; possibly bisexual with a male preference. Eventually this place will stop being weird and gay and you’ll all be none the wiser.”

“… Just tell me this, Milo.” Cody looks at him with betrayed eyes “Is this the first time you left behind friends like this? You come and go and make people forget you? You just play with them and toss them aside like they’re nuthin?”

“When you put it like that: no.” Milo tells him “My previous vacations never had this much time, and I never bothered with this much interaction. I actually liked you guys enough to stick around. Personally I’m a bit of a lone wolf. A lion without a pride. A single feather following the wind. Even in my own era, I’ve always been a solo player; I work at my own pace.”

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My hometown’s bath house had a monthly black out party. A room totally devoid of light where anyone can walk in and play. It is the ultimate in anonymous sex. I had never attended, mostly because my schedule never aligned. So, my visit tonight was a first.

The Club has a dark room, or a few dark rooms, where the light was always dim but once your eyes adjusted you could see well. These dark rooms were my favorite places. Anybody in a dark room was there to hook up. Often no words were spoken and glance, a touch followed by body contact and within minutes somebody was sucking a cock.

The sounds in the room, usually heard over the loud dance music, were the sounds of hot sex. Slurping, slapping, hips against asses. The sound alone was enough to get me hard. I adored walking in, smelling and hearing men having an intensely good time. Lean against a wall, stand nest to a guy, reach a hand out under their towel and feel them respond was a super thrill. Sometimes they would lean in for a very hot, wet kiss. That always sent me into bottom slut mode.

But a black out is an absence of light. It was total anonymity, total chance to hook up without body type, age, size or racial stereotypes hindering who you met, who you sucked, who sucked you or who you bent over and got fucked by. It is the ultimate gay surrender to the most hedonistic impulses of men. Find a hole, fill a hole.

Craving this night for a long time, my nerves were on end. There are certain types I would never usually associate with. Heavily tattooed men, overly large men (thought I am no model of sculpted abs) and others. Tonight, all those self-imposed rules were laid aside. I was going to surrender to bodies and hard cocks.

I am a bottom, like most who visit bath houses. I adore being kissed and then feel his hands gently urge my face to their groin. His hands on my head as he guides me in the ways my mouth can please his cock is so much more exciting. Letting him know, without words, that I am eagerly going to try and please him in ways he prefers is what I enjoy. When I get a top who picks up on those signals and takes control — Oh my. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

I got my key, get naked in the locker room, wrapped my towel around me. The locker keys are on elastic loops so you can wear them, so you don’t loose them when your being used. I like to wear my key like a cock ring. If I am lucky enough to get fucked the key jingles a bit and its fun. I put my key on and headed out.

Normally the corridors are dim but not dark. Tonight, there is only one dim light for the entire hallway it is at the end farthest from the dark rooms, where the actual black out happens. I pulled my towel off as I walked down the hall, the sense of being nude in a public place never gets old. As I approach the room it is becoming increasingly difficult to make out any details. I began feeling the wall to be sure I don’t walk into anything. My hands brush over cloth. The bath house staff covered the glass block window into the dark room. It was going to be a true black out — no light.

I found the curtain covering the entrance and went in. It was warm, all the bodies niğde escort in the room were heating the space. It was utterly black. No hint of light at all. My hands reached out to feel, like a naked blind man, I had to work by feel and sound. I moved toward where I think the middle of the room is and where I heard the sounds of sex.

A few steps in my hand founds a shoulder. I run my hand down the arm. His hand finds me, runs down my torso and finds my hard cock. I do the same with him. Another body bumps into me from behind. I feel a hard cock brush my left ass cheek. My entire body is now alive, sensitive to any touch.

I turn to the man who is holding my cock and pull him into me and begin to kiss his neck as my hands explore him. He is a black man. I can smell and taste him, a scent and flavor I simply adore. He is about my height. He seems to be an average build, a bit of a guy but just normal for guys over 35. I leaned in hoping for a kiss his face but his face is gone. Then I feel wet lips engulf my cock. I moan at the surprising sensation. I push my hips out slightly. I can’t see the mouth sucking me. My senses seem heightened since I can’t see. I switch into top mode (which I can do with ease) and being to slowly fuck his face, long slow thrusts, making sure I don’t choke him.

A hand brushes my hip and stops. I started a bit when I felt the touch but enjoyed how it felt. That same hand then cupped my ass cheek, squeezed it a bit. Another hand cupped my other ass cheek, though I wasn’t sure, it felt like both hands were from one person. I pressed my hips back into his hands, hoping he would grope me further.

The mouth on my cock was becoming more intense, he wanted my cum. It was way to early for that. I put my hands on his shoulders and urged him to stand, which he did, reluctantly. I bent at the waist to take his cock in my mouth, and to indicate to the man fondling me he was free to use my ass if he wanted. I took the cock in front of me into my mouth. He was slightly larger than average, and he smelled intoxicating. The hands on my ass gripped me a few more time then gave them a parting pat and left.

Cool washes of air into the room told me people were coming and going but it felt like the room was getting busier. I was bumped into several times as I was sucking his cock. Nobody apologized, honestly, I don’t think I heard anybody speak at all. It seemed the protocol to not speak, adding to total anonymity of the room. If I were to meet the man whose cock was probing my throat tomorrow, I would not recognize him.

Other men’s hands ran down my back frequently. Petting me as it must have been apparent what I was doing. One hand ran down my back, to my hips. He second hand took my other hip and I feel his cock against me. I moaned at that sensation. I have no idea of the guy using my face even knew another cock was probing my ass. I doubt it. Only the motion of my body would hint at what was going on behind me. I stook still, letting the man in my mouth set his pace, slowly fucking my mouth, and occasionally gagging me. I never pulled off his cock though. I hope he knew that meant I niğde escort bayan was fine with being gagged by cocks.

The man behind me began to hump my ass. His cock sliding up and down my crack. It was such a tease. Having become a bottom slut the minute I put a cock in my mouth I craved that cock in my ass. I tried to move so his cock would be against my hole but the man behind me just refused to be captured. I began to suck that cock like only a real slut in heat can. My mind was shutting down. I was devolving into a total wanton cum whore that had no thoughts other than more than more cock and more cum. My mind went blank in pursuit of the most primal of urges.

I felt a body to my left, he was also bent over because we were bumping shoulders and hips. I feel his body rhythmically bouncing — he was being fucked. I reached behind me grabbed the cock and pointed it as my hole and pushed back on it. I needed it, like a junkie needs a fix. He obliged and rammed himself deep into me, I screamed into the cock in mouth. The burning pain in my ass began to subside quicky and I felt his hands on my hips about to take control. It was a long cock, not too thick but nice and long. He begin to pump into me. I put my hands on the hips of the guy in my mouth and let the fucking motion drive me onto his cock. Without warning the cock in my mouth was gone. He just pulled out. Maybe for the same reason I did. It didn’t matter why — it was gone. Bodies went by my face as I was bounced on the cock in my ass. I started moaning. With each trust I whimpered. A hand found my head, pushed it down slightly and a new cock filled my mouth, maybe just to shut me up.

I was being split roasted. It had only happened three other times, but this was by far the hottest. I slobbered and sucked while I ground and rotated my hips for the two men using me. I know I was dripping precum because I felt a string running down from my cock.

The man fucking me suddenly began to pound me hard — he was close. I grabbed his thighs pulling him into me. I wanted him to breed me, and my hands told him that.

It’s a simple fact that any trip into a bath house has risks. You can be safe, use condoms at every encounter and have some higher level of confidence you won’t pick up an STD. But a dark room, a true dark room, those rules go out the window. I am sure somewhere in here there was a bowl of condoms as I am equally sure they were untouched. This was a raw even. Everybody was bareback. I understood that before I even go there, and I accepted it.

I pulled his hips into me and with a sudden few hard thrust he began to grunt as he spewed his cum into me. I ground as deeply as I could on him, getting as much as deep as I could. He paused a bit then pulled out.

I stood, feeling wet cum on my ass. I had no cocks. I wandered toward where I assumed a wall was to rest a bit. My hands found a vertical surface and I leaned against it. I was breathing hard, sweat running down my body and face. I felt a hand coming from the same direction I had, most likely somebody seeking a bit of recovery. He slipped in next to me and I felt his body thump escort niğde into the wall.

We stood together for a bit when I felt his hands on my ass. It moved a bit and found the slick cum near my hole. He probed it a bit, then put his cum covered fingers to my lips. I took it in. This seemed to be all he needed to hear. His strong hands turned me to face the wall and he pushed his cock to my entrance. He gave me a couple of seconds to say no and when I didn’t move — he did. Deep into me.

Being fucked against a wall is, for some reason, what makes me feel the sluttiest. I feel like a cheap street hooker being a dirty and nasty cum dump, and it makes me vibrate with sexual energy. He was good. His cock was big, thick. He pressed my face into the wall, clearly making me a fuck doll for him. The only thing missing from this fantasy is people watching what a pathetic slut I am. It’s a dark room. A room full of horny men and not a soul to see me.

I began to bounce off the wall. Each hard thrust of his hips slamming into mine and I bounced into the wall. That created a bit of a steady rhythm that seemed to attract guys. I found myself being caressed and fondled by many hands. It was electric. Every hand a new point of stimulation. I wanted to fuck for all of them, that’s how slutty I felt.

He grunted, slammed into me and injected me with his cum. The cock in my pulled out, a stream of cum fell out with it. I paused, vibrating in place and another cock took its place. I pushed back he thrust forward. At this point my mind went blank and I was consumed by lust. I think of at least three men fucked me — but I am not sure. Cum ran down my legs.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more. I was exhausted and moved around the room to my left against the wall. I felt the opening and went through. My towel lost in the room. Cum was running down my leg and leaving small wet spots where I walked. I found my way to the showers and cleaned up. Across the hall from the showers was a room with tiered benches against one wall, normally a video room but tonight the monitors were all off.

I laid back to rest. My eyes closed. They opened a few minutes later when a mouth took my cock in. I closed them again and let the mouth do what he wanted. I was so crazy horny, but I had never thought of cumming myself. I could make him out dimly. A black guy. He might be the guy who started sucking me. I sat up and slid forward so it would be easier for him to suck me. I let him do what he did best — and he did it very well. I began to build to my orgasm and I told him. He simply kept sucking me. It began in my balls but it swept over me like a wave. I grabbed his head and thrust deeply into his mouth.

I erupted. Wave after shuddering wave washed over me. He buried his nose in my abdomen taking as much cock as I had to give. I felt his throat swallowing as I came. He continued to suck but I pushed his head away. I get very sensitive after I cum. He stood up, leaned over and kissed me, sharing some of my cum with me. It was him, the first guy I met.

“I knew I would get your cum,” he said, smiling as he walked away. I was completely drained. Went to my locker, dressed, checked out and went home. I collapsed into bed, felt cum still leaking out of me and wondered if I was infected.

Three months later I all my tests were negative. I will do it again. I won’t be able to say no. Being invisible and used like that was amazing — and I want more.

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