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Day 2

Kent had put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts to cut down on the dripping, and knelt on his bed between the half naked bodies of his two friends. Bailey, freshly showered and therefore free of semen in her hair, kept her upper body covered in a towel which she had lifted far enough to expose her narrow cheeks. Laura, of the more ample rear end, had never removed her top in the first place. Both girls lay on their stomachs, exposing their spanking-reddened asses to him so he could gently rub them.

Bailey turned to look at Laura through calm, half lidded eyes, “This will set you straight for a while?”

Laura didn’t even open her eyes, but let out a soft moan as Kent’s thumb dug deeply into the muscles of her cheek, “Yes. I’m good.”

“You’re incredibly red,” Kent said, “That’s what you are.”

Laura moaned again, “If I… y’know, do it myself-“

“Do what yourself?” Bailey prodded, her voice insistent.

Laura inhaled sharply and looked at the wall.

“Use your big girl words,” Bailey chided.

“Even if I masturbate,” Laura emphasized. “Or make myself come-“

“Because there’s a difference,” Bailey turned to look at Kent, adding sotto voce, “it’s only masturbation if you use your hands. Not if you hump the arm of a chair.”

Laura put her face down into the mattress in embarrassment, recognizing this little lecture as a speech she had given to Bailey only a few weeks ago.

“You were saying, Laur?” Kent said, squeezing both her cheeks.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Even if I make myself come, my bum’s so sore it won’t bother me.”

Bailey shook her head and looked up at the ceiling, “Christ, Laura.”

“Hey!” Laura protested. “No blaspheming, remember?”

Bailey looked at Laura, so aghast that Kent could tell she hadn’t cursed on purpose.

“We’re still doing that?” Bailey protested.

“Never took the rules away, Bai,” Kent taunted. “You each owe an extra spanking.”

“Each?” Laura turned in confusion

“You just said ‘bum’,” Kent pointed out.

“Ugh,” Bailey groaned. “My ass is soooo done.”

“Crap,” Laura added, looking down over her own back at the redness there. Then she shrugged and lifted her hips up, “Mine, too, but… well, fair’s fair.”

“Hm,” Kent said. “What if I let you wait for next time?”

“Wait?” Laura asked.

“Yeah,” Kent said. “Neither of you wants a spanking now, right?”

They both nodded urgently.

“But, putting it off means it gains interest,” Kent explained. “Right now, it’s a bare-assed spanking, since that’s how you’re dressed now. Tomorrow, it becomes a naked spanking. The next day, a bare-assed paddling. And the day after, a naked paddling.”

Laura inhaled softly, then looked over at Bailey.

“He’s a loan shark,” Bailey’s eyebrows arched up a moment. “You want to give it up now, or…”

Laura squeezed her lips shut for a moment, looking at Bailey, then her own cheeks, then up at Kent.

“It’ll be at least a couple days before I can take more spankings,” Laura said, “or even need anymore.”

“More interest, then,” Bailey shrugged as Kent drew gentle circles on their cheeks.

Laura shivered at his touch, lowering her hips back to the bed, “I — I can’t take anymore today.”

Bailey nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, Kent,” Laura said. “For letting us wait.”

“Up to you,” Kent replied. “In three days, it’s a paddling, and you’re both completely naked.”

He returned to his quiet massage of their sore flesh.

———————————

“Did I mention how brilliant that was?” Bailey asked the next evening as they ate dinner.

“Which?” Kent wondered.

“The interest thing,” she explained. “My butt’s still too sore today, so it’s going to be a while before she comes back.”

“Uh-huh,” Kent murmured distantly.

“You’re calculating even more ways to charge us interest in your head, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

A short pause, after which Kent shook his head clear, and took a breath to speak.

“It works, though, doesn’t it?” he asked. “Really works.”

Bailey inhaled, “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Bailey said. “There’s just something about… her. Being there. I like…”

Bailey trailed off and Kent knew enough not to interrupt.

“I like the look in your eye,” she said. “When you’re spanking us. And when I see you doing it to Laura, I can see it way better than when you’re doing it to me.”

Bailey shivered.

“We could still use a mirror,” Kent pointed out.

“Yeah,” Bailey tilted her head thoughtfully, “but the mirror’s not the same. I don’t know why.”

“You liked telling me when to spank Laura,” Kent pointed out, hoping this would help Bailey understand herself.

Bailey, unbelievably, blushed at his memory, “Yeah. C’mon.”

“Where?”

“Bedroom,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m wet now.”

Bailey pulled him along to her room, probably chosen for its proximity. Kent, who always carried a condom around these days, slipped eryaman otele gelen escort into the room after her.

“Good to go?” he asked, pushing his body against hers so they could kiss.

He felt such a relief every time their lips met, knowing how long a path they’d walked to reach that first, workable kiss. For the entire time Bailey had owed him money, through all the spankings and grinding and hand jobs, every attempt at a kiss had failed miserably. Only when the debt had finally expired, and Bailey’s self-accusation of prostitution had evaporated, could they actually kiss and have sex.

“Aren’t you?” she prodded when they came up for air. “After talking like that?”

Kent nodded and, kissing again, they started pulling each others’ clothes off. What a joy he felt when he could remove her shirt without hitting that weird barrier she’d had about her breasts. The jeans, tight as always, took a moment, but he got them off too. Then, kneeling, he pulled her panties down and gently kissed her vulva, smelling the powerful, natural perfumes leaking out of her.

Kent stood up again and they kissed, and separated.

“Can you, um?” Bailey stammered and kissed him again.

“Um?” he murmured around her lips.

“From behind?” she asked. “We haven’t done that yet.”

“If you’re wet enough, I’m sure it’ll-“

“I’m wet enough,” Bailey promised, desperately meeting his eyes.

“Okay.”

Bailey turned around and braced her hands on her bed, whispering, “Gently.”

Kent tore open the condom wrapper, squeezed the air out of the tip and rolled it down the entire length of his erection. He bent his knees a little to get a good angle and put his tip between her lips, against her opening.

“Ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

With a gentle push, he slid inside her.

She wasn’t lying. That was wet and easy.

He slid all the way in, his pelvis bumping into her still red cheeks. Kent gripped Bailey’s hips and started slowly pumping in and out.

“Am I still red?” she breathed at him.

I know what she wants to hear.

“You ass is soooo red,” he whispered back to her. “Such a bad girl.”

“Mm,” Bailey murmured back and he felt her hand moving under her body to touch her clitoris.

They’d had a short discussion about this, whether Kent needed to play with her clit while he penetrated her, but every angle from which he tried this caused his erection to poke in the wrong direction. In the end, Bailey had decided that she just needed him inside her while she took care of it.

“Kent,” she breathed.

“Yeah?”

“Try just one.”

Kent gulped. “Just one what?”

“One spanking,” she whispered back.

“Are you sure?” Kent asked. “It might make make your insides, um…”

“Gently, then.”

This explains the new position.

At first, Kent had thought Bailey had simply wanted show off her red flesh, testimony to how she’d help Laura take her punishment.

Kent gasped for air, “I’ll try not to come right away.”

Already though, just with the offer from Bailey, he felt the head of his penis swelling. He knew he didn’t have much of a chance of holding out.

“S’okay,” Bailey muttered, and her hand sped up its masturbatory circles.

Feeling her vaginal muscles already tensing around him, Kent strove to hold out. With his left hand holding her hip in place, he reared back with his right and laid a light slap to the outside of her cheek.

If I don’t go too hard, maybe I can hold off better.

Bailey winced, “Yeah. It’s okay. A little harder… harder…”

Kent slapped her again.

“Ugh!” she squeaked and her body seized up.

“Huh?” Kent grimaced, hearing this unusual grunt of pain.

“Other way,” Bailey shook her head.

She slid her body forward with a little twist, a motion Kent interpreted as her desire to get his erection out of her. He lowered his hips and carefully slipped out of her vagina. In a moment, Bailey had turned around to sit on the bed and spread her legs in his direction.

“This way,” she clarified, holding her arms out in invitation, as if her splayed legs hadn’t made her desire clear.

Slowly, he once more penetrated her, feeling a lot more resistance this time. A small wince from Bailey told him she felt it, too. Bailey inhaled and exhaled carefully, her eyes unfocused, blearily aiming her gaze in the vague direction of Kent’s stomach. After a few deep breaths, she started squirming around in small circles.

“There,” she breathed in relief as her body relaxed, “it’s okay, now.”

“Made you too tense?” Kent confirmed.

Bailey nodded.

“How’s it now?”

“Softening up,” she whispered. “Just need to relax.”

With his feet firmly planted on the floor, he had solid leverage, and the snugness of the condom left his erection reliably stiff. Kent could hold out as long as she needed to get used to the feeling of the hardened rod she then worked around her insides.

Biting her lower lip as she sincan escort twisted around, a smile slowly came to Bailey’s lips.

“There,” she sighed in true contentment, “there. Hoo, that’s hard.”

“Uh-huh.”

Recovering, Bailey’s hands move down her body, her left spreading her lips while the middle finger of her right hand moved smoothly over her clitoris.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered, her muscles clenching around his erection once more.

Kent worried this might cause her problems, but it seemed this sort of muscle tension worked better than the kind his spanking had elicited. With a shrug, he started slow thrusts, working the angles until he got the appreciative moans that told him he’d found the right spot.

Bailey twisted her hips, sideways and downward, sinking him completely into her as she jabbed her clit one last time.

“Yeah!” she grunted as her face contorted and her body cringed, her vaginal muscles gripping him in spasms.

With one eye closed, she winced, her body holding Kent’s erection tightly inside her. His erection throbbed, wanting release, but Bailey had grown so tight inside he couldn’t move, never mind ejaculate.

I didn’t know this was a thing, he realized in horror. I can’t even come — can’t even pull out.

“Don’t move,” Bailey begged.

“Can’t,” Kent breathed his admission.

The next thirty seconds felt like an hour until Bailey relaxed again, allowing him some movement.

“Alright,” she sighed. “Alright. You can, um…”

“Um?”

“Fuck me,” she rolled eyes. “Fuck me some more.”

Kent pulled out, very slowly, and pushed back in. Bailey inhaled in startlement, but caught herself and kept her body from seizing up too much. A look of worry creased her brow.

“You okay?” Kent asked, already starting to ease out of her.

“Yeah,” she looked around nervously, pulling him back in with her hands. “Just come quick. I don’t know how much I can take.”

Kent nodded, wondering what strange brew of dedication, pain and pleasure had worked out to that answer. He eased outwards until the swollen head of his erection met the tight ring of her entrance, realizing quickly that he shouldn’t try to force his way any farther in that direction.

And what if she says it’s too much and I need to get out now? Kent wondered.

Fortunately, Bailey wanted him to finish inside her. Kent hoped, once they both relaxed a bit, he’d find a way to slide out without hurting her and without losing his protection.

He exhaled softly as he pushed back into her, eliciting a soft moan.

“Faster,” she said, her teeth tight together.

Keeping his movements short, Kent made small, quick thrusting motions in the limited space, backing up into the ring of her entrance and pushing forward until he met too much resistance. Bailey moaned, her eyes widening as his tip swelled inside her.

At least I’m going to come pretty qui-

With a violent and involuntary surge, his penis spasmed and spewed forth its first volley. Bailey let out a squeaking grunt of dismay at the sudden thrust of his hips into her body. Kent felt his eyes cross as his jerking erection fought for space inside her body.

Eventually, the surges calmed and both of them took deep breaths. Kent began to pull out, but couldn’t get past her entrance, still tense against the back of the head of his cock. For safety, he got a hold of the base of the condom. Whatever happened, he remained determined not to lose that inside her.

“Just wait,” Bailey breathed, motionless.

Kent nodded, delaying his withdrawal until some flaccidity to kick in.

“Spanking didn’t work?” he muttered, passing conversation in the meantime.

“No,” Bailey agreed, stifling a laugh. “Those weren’t even hard ones, either. Everything inside me just clamped up. Super uncomfortable.”

“You recovered, though,” he pointed out.

“Yeah.”

Kent found himself softer at that point, and slowly pulled down and out of Bailey. She still winced at the sudden emptiness, but didn’t cry out in pain.

“You’ve never gotten stuck inside me before,” she pointed out, looking down at his dwindling erection as he removed the condom.

“No,” Kent admitted. “That was weird.”

Wrapping the condom up in a couple of tissues, he tossed it in her wastebasket. Bailey laid down on the bed and Kent, perforce, laid beside her, one arm under her neck as she curled her hands against his chest.

“Too bad,” Bailey sighed. “Spankings don’t work, but sex still does.”

“We can both come,” Kent agreed.

“Mm-hm,” she breathed softly into his shoulder, her voice drifting off.

———————————

Kent thought that Bailey and Laura might take one extra day to pay off the extra spanking each owed him, just to lighten things up so he could surprise them with extra “interest” on their spanking debt. From Saturday, that should have put them eagerly in his bedroom on Wednesday. Instead, they’d waited until Friday to finally gölbaşı otele gelen escort drop by.

The two girls came straight to his room out of the deep, windy winter, their faces red from the blast of cold air they’d endured on their trek either all the way from campus or a shorter jaunt from Laura’s place.

“We’re a little late, aren’t we?” he asked, when they walked in, all smiles and coy downward looks.

“A little,” Laura giggled.

“An awkward situation, for certain,” Kent intoned, rising from his chair before his erection could pop up and make his situation awkward.

“It’s December,” Bailey sighed theatrically. “You know how hard it is, with the snow… and the exams coming up.”

“Right,” Kent twisted his lips, knowing the part he had to play. “I’m not really interested in your excuses.”

Laura coughed lightly and straightened at his tone, as if coming to attention. “So, um, what did we owe you?”

Kent had known it would come to this, so he’d already spent plenty of time considering his — and their — options. All the same, he wanted to draw out their tension a little, so he began pacing in the small space as if still in the throes of calculation.

“So,” he said, turning about suddenly, “I believe I was owed a bare-assed spanking from each of you. One for blaspheming, the other for poor word choices?”

Both Bailey and Laura nodded, trying to look humble while suppressing smirks.

“But that was Saturday,” Kent swivelled to face away, taking two steps toward the window before facing them again. “On Sunday, they became naked spankings. On Monday, bare-assed paddlings.”

He turned once more, speaking to the window, “And on Tuesday, bare-assed paddlings.”

Kent faced them again, motionless, “But now we’ve passed Wednesday, Thursday and we’re on Friday.”

“Sorry,” Laura averted her eyes downward. “We made you wait.”

“Very sorry,” Bailey didn’t try nearly as hard on her obsequiousness, failing her downcast look by simultaneously rolling her eyes.

“Now I suppose,” Kent drawled a little, walking up to Laura so he loomed over her, “I could just add more naked paddles.”

Laura gulped.

“One on Tuesday,” he said, “becomes two on Wednesday, becomes four on Thursday and eight today.”

Bailey’s eyes widened in what appeared to Kent as honest surprise. Eight strikes with that little silicone spatula would make it a night to remember, depending on whether or not he spread them around.

Unfortunately, Kent had realized early on in his weekly musings, eight of those across their rears would start the night off too hard.

Where would I go from there? he’d wondered. Nowhere at all.

The amount of pain caused by the red, Betty Crocker spatula would go straight to extra, especially on a bare ass. On top of that, he would have to make both girls take off all of their clothes as a first step, without all the preliminary stages of nudity. It hadn’t given Kent the proper sense of theatre.

No, we need to start off the night a little bit kinky, a little bit painful, just to get them in the right mood.

Kent had delivered the interest calculation that way, explaining each day of interest as a doubling, to impress upon them the enormity of the punishment debt. Kent figured that if he could raise the stakes that high in their minds, the next thing he told them to do would seem so much more generous.

“But I thought about that,” Kent turned back to the window pensively, “and it didn’t seem quite right.”

He felt more than heard the sighs of relief from the two girls, still in their winter jackets. Maybe the thought of stripping down to complete nudity while still chilled from the weather had frightened them too much. If so, he intended to use their relief.

“Instead,” Kent said. “Your completely naked paddling on Tuesday grew into a very special kind of spanking on Wednesday. Then two such spankings Thursday and -” he turned to look them in the eyes one by one -“four such spankings today.”

Both girls gulped and he could see that he had snared them both. Even Bailey had a look of wary trepidation in her eyes and Kent knew that both she and Laura would do whatever he told them next — within some sort of unspoken limit out on the fringes.

“These spankings are so special,” he added, a jerk of his chin toward the lower halves of their bodies, “that you only need to remove your pants.”

As if shocked with a cattle prod, both girls moved their hands to their belts.

“Mm,” he held up a cautioning hand and both froze. “Remove each others’ pants.”

Bailey twisted her lips then, the spell he’d cast partially broken at least for her, and turned to Laura, her open hands indicating that her friend should go first. Laura undid Bailey’s belt, reverse-feeding it through the buckle, and then unbuttoned her jeans. After a quick zip, she knelt and pushed Bailey’s jeans all the way down to the floor, revealing Kent’s favourite white panties, the ones with the transparent front.

After Bailey stepped out of her jeans, Laura stood and Bailey got to work on her friend’s much looser khakis. Underneath, a black thong threaded Laura’s cheeks.

“From now on,” Kent put in, watching Laura step out of her pants, “you should always take care of each others’ clothing, got it?”

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You could hear the woman’s strident voice all the way down the corridors of the fifth floor.

“Stop it, you bastard! I told you, I don’t do that shit!”

This was followed by the sound of a slap and a man’s voice, though his was softly spoken, impossible for Julianne to hear. She put her head against the wall, even as she heard her parents moving about in the other room.

‘Dammit, be quiet!’ she willed them. This was too exciting! That man, Fareikh, was clearly trying to do something to one of the whores he routinely brought back to his apartment, and it sounded like she wanted nothing to do with it. Julianne looked around the room for a glass, as she had seen used, but there was nothing in her bedroom that could help her hear better. Just then her mother knocked on her door.

“Julie? Honey, are you done with the invitations yet? It’s almost dinnertime.”

Julianne sighed. “Yes, mother,” she called, “I sent them out an hour ago.” She hesitated, then added, “Jeeze!”

Her mother insisted on a holiday party every year around this time. Grace Beechler had been doing it since Julie was nine or ten. Only now, she delegated to Julie the task of sending out the invites to her list of friends.

‘Thank god for email,’ Julie thought. She and her father both put up with this part of it, but dreaded the actual night. It would be all of her mother’s co-workers and some of their boyfriends and husbands, most of them wishing they were somewhere else. ‘Still, tradition and all that,’ Julie mused with a grim smile.

She heard what sounded like furniture being shoved around from down the hall, and left her bedroom for the kitchen, where she grabbed a glass from the dish drainer and scooted back into her room. Her door locked again, she put the glass to the wall and her ear against the glass bottom.

‘Fuck!’ The glass did nothing to enhance whatever was going on in Fareikh’s apartment. The few muffled sounds were impossible to hear clearly. Then, the woman’s voice erupted with a wail.

“Oh my god!”

Julie slapped the glass back against the wall. ‘What the fuck is that freak doing?’ she wondered.

The sound stopped as quickly as it had begun. Julianne imagined his hand around the whore’s throat as he… what was he doing? Her smooth slick thighs moved against each other without her even thinking about it, capturing her little bud in a tight grip. She only became aware of her arousal as her hand slid under the hem of her knit top and across her belly, headed downward.

At eighteen, masturbation wasn’t new to Julie. She could feel her clit swelling even now, and knew it would be enveloped in dampness when her fingers contacted it. Still, the almost-electric shock when she did, surprised her. She moaned softly, tracing two fingers around it before sliding further down into the tiny V of her thong panties. They were damp at the bottom, as they always seemed to be. Julianne sighed, letting one finger slip into her moist opening. Her labia parted easily, greedily allowing her probing finger inside. She shivered, stroked her inner lips a couple of times, and pulled her hand free.

‘That’s all I need,’ she thought, ‘to get myself all worked up, then have to go out and face my folks at the dinner table!’

“Julie! Dinner!” her mother called, as if sensing the correct moment.

‘She does that,’ Julie thought, and smiled. Her mom was perfect in so many ways. ‘If only throwing a party was one of them,’ she thought ruefully. She set the glass down carefully on her bedside table and left her room.

Later that night, she slipped her pajama bottoms off and lay naked from the waist down, pushing the sheet down so she could finish what she’d begun earlier. The whole time at dinner, as her mother prattled on about the coming weekend and her father grunted noncommittally, her mind had been conjuring up thoughts of the hairy middle-Easterner down the hall. She wondered what he looked like naked; what his cock was like. She’d seen videos of uncircumcised men, and was convinced he would be too, as that seemed to be the custom among their people. His lifestyle intrigued her, to be honest. She knew he was a programmer and that he spent a lot of his time working from home. She also knew about the hookers.

‘That man must be insatiable!’ she thought, as her fingers once again found her dripping crack, and slid smoothly inside. With one finger wet from the fluids she was drooling, she moved that hand up under her pajama top and rubbed it all around her tight left nipple.

“Oooohhhmmm,” she softly groaned. She had to be quiet, she knew, but it was getting impossible; her need was overpowering. Julianne Beechler’s teenage body was producing massive amounts of oxytocin and estrogen, as it always did just before she ovulated. She didn’t rationalize all this out; she just knew her horniness was off the charts. It certainly didn’t help when she could hear their fifth-floor neighbor having loud sex with women, right down the hall! Once again, she set her mind to eryaman eve gelen escort imagining Fareikh, and what his body must look like.

“He’s a big hairy bastard,” she muttered to herself, and the finger that remained inside her curled upward, lightly scratching the ceiling of her tight hole. This was enough to make her moan again, and she clenched her thighs tightly around her hand, as if restricting her movements was the same as muting her voice. “Ohhhh, fuck! I bet he’s covered in hair, like a fuckin’ animal.” Her voice trembled when she spoke those words, and she flashed briefly on the video of the horses mating she’d seen on youtube. It hadn’t lasted long, but the image of the stallion’s impossibly long penis stabbing at the mare’s vagina had stayed with her. She imagined her finger as the horse’s cock, then as Fareikh’s. In her mind, it came at her out of a growth of thick black hair, sinking into her with the same fury the stallion had displayed. Two fingers now mirrored the movement she imagined.

“Ohhhhh, fucking yesssss!” she spat, as the first pulse of a rapidly approaching climax made her flex her legs, raising her hips off the bed. “Nnnnngggghhhh” was all she could manage as her pelvic floor muscles tightened in anticipation of the impending orgasm, and her fingertips danced briskly over her throbbing clitoris.

Julie abandoned her breast and grabbed the pillow from under her head with that hand, and slammed it down over her face as she fantasized the man thrusting deeply into her; just in time, as she almost screamed at the vision she had. Her lower body thrust upwards three or four times and she groaned loudly into the pillow, literally displacing her hand from her vagina as she came.

“Mmmmpppphhh!”

At last her writhing ceased, and she collapsed back onto her now-wet bed. Her bare ass felt the clamminess of the sheet below her, but she didn’t care. ‘Fuck me, that one was huge!’ she said to herself. She knew she must be grinning, ear to ear. Kevin, her last boyfriend, had never been able to do that for her, with his clumsy fingers and over-eager fumbling, even after she’d taken the time to show him how to please her. He only seemed to want her mouth on his penis. ‘For about thirty seconds,’ she giggled to herself, ‘then he’s done for!’ Julie had heard Fareikh go on for more than an hour with his trollops. Again, she briefly imagined the middle-Easterner before taking a deep breath and reaching for tissues, to mop the juices from her thighs.

Julie was a pretty girl, with wavy blonde hair that cascaded down to mid-back. She’d only had one boyfriend, but they’d had sex numerous times, and she considered herself pretty good at giving head. Her excessive wetness often bothered her, but she could never ask her mother about it. She imagined her proper mother saying, “Good girls don’t leak” or something similarly embarrassing, so she took extra care to do her own laundry. As an only child, her folks thought it was very mature of the teenager, and often complimented her on taking such initiative. For Julianne Beechler, it was a question of emotional survival.

Friday afternoon. Julie had just gotten back from her class at the community college, and wasn’t paying attention as she bounded up the stairs towards her apartment. She never took the elevator; that thing looked like a certain death-trap! Suddenly her face was right up against a pair of denim-clad legs.

“Ogod! Sorry,” she said, backing down a step and looking up at the person she’d nearly face-slammed into. It was Fareikh, grinning lewdly down at her!

“Not at all, young lady,” he said, his English as impeccable as she’d noted in the past. He added, “Anytime, in fact.”

Julianne blushed furiously. She looked down from his face; then realized that, at her elevation, she was staring directly at his crotch. Nor did she fail to notice the sizable lump in those fresh denim jeans.

“I… I…well,” she stammered, desperately trying to cover her embarrassment, “I mean, sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going.”

He ignored her comment, instead closing the distance between them and extending a large dark hand. “I am Fareikh,” he said in his proper English, “and you are Julianna, correct?”

She tried to recover. “Uh, it’s Julianne,” she corrected him. “But everyone just calls me Julie.” She took his hand awkwardly, noting how warm and large it was. It swallowed her tiny hand up! He held onto hers for the longest time, looking down at her. Still a step above her, he towered over her. She wondered if he was going to let her hand go. When at last he did, she was trembling.

“Hello then, Miss Julie. I am happy to finally meet you.” He grinned down at her, then added, “any time you would like to run into me, I would find that pleasant.”

‘Oh my god!’ Julie knew her face must have turned crimson. She nervously dodged around the man and raced up the stairs even faster, but taking care now to look where she was going. At the bala escort door to her apartment at last, she found it was locked. She quickly unlocked it and called out, trying to put the embarrassing feeling behind her.

“Mother?”

Silence. A quick check of the kitchen counter showed a note, telling Julie that her mother had gone to the butcher’s for steak for tomorrow night’s party.

“Okay. Cool.”

Julie wondered how long ago her mother had left, as there was no time given on her note. She felt nervous and took a deep breath, realizing that she was shuddering slightly, still. That man, Fareikh, had left her feeling embarrassed and…frankly, insanely horny. She remembered a couple of nights before; the strained voice of that whore, not the first or last one she’d heard. She felt herself dampen at the images that brought.

“You little slut,” she chided herself aloud, knowing she was alone. Turning to look at the front door, she made a decision. She hurried to her room.

Her climax was no less spectacular than that of a few nights ago. Again, she moaned into her pillow, wishing it was someone’s shoulder. Maybe, his — the Muslim? Shocked at her own imagination, she sat upright quickly.

‘God, he’s like, forty,’ she told herself. He was not only older than her by more than two decades, he was tall — at least six feet — and lean, and hairy. ‘And I bet he’s got a big dick,’ she imagined, even as she rebuked herself for even thinking these things. She cleaned up her bed as best she could and went to the bathroom to clean herself. Her mother was standing there when she came out, surprising her.

“Got everything,” Grace announced, grinning. “This is going to be the best party ever!”

Julianne smiled and nodded. ‘Not as good as the one I just had,’ she thought. Together, they began to dice onions and carrots for tomorrow’s stew, and Julie got the air fryer out for the potato wedges her dad loved so much.

‘Tomorrow just might turn out to be okay,’ Julie told herself.

Saturday evening, guests began to arrive. There were five couples, two single women and one nerdy-looking man, whom Grace introduced to Julie as her newest associate. Gerald was balding, wore glasses with thick lenses, and seemed to stare at Julie as if he were studying her. Fortunately, Clay, Julie’s father, steered him into the den with the other men, where they had a college football game on the TV. After the steaks and sides were served, Julie ate quickly and slipped out the door, her ears ringing with ‘adult’ conversation.

“Jeeze, this is even more boring than last year,” she moaned to no one in particular. She walked to the elevator and listened as it wheezed to the floor beneath her, its cables and pulleys clanking dangerously. She began to descend the stairs, alert to her mother figuring out she had escaped and calling her name, but things remained quiet. At the third floor she met Mr. Cobb. ‘Probably on his way from that Chinese woman’s place,’ she thought with a barely subdued grin.

“Hi, sweetie,” he said, and fell in step beside her. “Where ya goin’ all dressed up?”

Julie was wearing the dress her mother had approved, with low heels and a lot more eye makeup than she normally wore. Grace had commented on it, but as her guests arrived, her mother had other things to think about, and so the issue of Julie’s eyes was dismissed. She felt sexy, and now Mr. Cobb seemed to appreciate her, too.

“Uhm, nowhere special,” she sighed. “Mom’s having her annual b-o-r-i-n-g holiday party. I just had to get away for a while.”

Brady Cobb grinned. “Yeah, I saw them earlier filling the elevator, getting ready to head up your way,” he said. “I had to tell them to go up in shifts, as the elevator doesn’t like more than two people at a time.”

“Right? I don’t think I’ve ridden it since we first moved in,” she laughed. “I was afraid they’d find us down there, wherever that thing calls home, with all of our furniture and our rotting bodies!”

Brady laughed loudly. “Probably not a bad choice,” he agreed. “I only take it when my knee is acting up.” He hesitated at the second floor, waiting for her to go past him in the narrow stairwell, so he could turn toward his apartment. “Hey,” he said, “you look nice. If you hang around the lobby you’ll give this place a little touch of class, but watch out for the punks out there.”

“Thanks,” Julie said. “I’m not planning on going out anyway. It is a jungle out there, isn’t it?”

Brady mock-shuddered. “They only come out at night,” he joked somberly, causing Julie to laugh. He watched her descend the steps, her little ass swaying with each step in those heels.

Twenty minutes later, who should come through the front door but Fareikh, dressed in a track suit and running shoes. His face was glistening and his shirt was stained with sweat. He saw Julie and smiled.

“Hello, Miss Julie,” he greeted her, his eyes running up and down over her. “Are you waiting for your date?”

‘He looks good in etimesgut escort sweat,’ Julie thought impishly, as she shook her head.

“No, I’m afraid not,” she said. “Just getting some air.” She moved aside as he began to walk past her, unconsciously inhaling. He stopped before her.

“There is no longer any air on the fifth floor?” he asked, then grinned.

As before, his nearness confused Julianne. Her senses swam in his aroma as his eyes roved over her, and when he grinned she noticed the way his eyes crinkled at the edges. She tried to guess how old he actually was.

“I…” There it was again; her tongue getting tangled at the most inopportune time. “No,” she suddenly said, and broke into laughter. “I mean, yeah, there’s air. It’s just…”

He leaned toward her, stopping her from thinking again. She suddenly was hearing the woman’s voice she had heard earlier this week. She had sounded angry, but after the smacking sound, she’d gone quiet. Fareikh’s voice assumed the same soft, yet commanding tone tonight, as he said to Julie, “Walk up with me, then. I would like to show you something.”

He extended his hand again, and Julie took it without answering; she wasn’t sure why. As they mounted the steps to the fifth floor, she told herself she’d say goodnight to Fareikh and return to her own apartment. Her mother would be missing her by now, she felt sure.

His grip on her hand was soft; entirely appropriate, but she felt that if she tried to pull away, it would tighten. For some reason, this excited her. He was, after all, of a different culture. ‘His people,’ she thought, ‘don’t act the way we do.’

‘Wait a minute,’ she told herself, ‘what am I thinking? His people? What the fuck does that mean? Is that some kind of racist bullshit? I’m better than that.’

Her inner dialogue was interrupted when he pulled her onto the fifth floor landing and away from her end of the hallway.

“Oh,” she said, surprised they were already there.

Fareikh glanced at her. “Is this okay, Miss Julie? That you are coming here?” he asked as he unlocked the door.

Julianne hesitated, but only for a moment. “Uhm, sure. Just for a minute, okay? I… you know. I have to get back soon.”

“Of course.”

His apartment was much classier than theirs, with their worn carpet and thrift-store furniture. Fareikh’s floor was polished wood, which gleamed. There were throw rugs of woven tapestry in each room, and the curtains that shrouded each window before her were thick and lush-looking. Julie’s first thought was that he must make a lot of money.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed. “This place is gorgeous.” It was as if she was walking onto a movie set; so different from the claustrophobic feel of their apartment, yet she knew the square footage must be roughly the same.

Fareikh shut the door behind her and softly turned the deadbolt. “It pleases me that you like it,” he said formally, placing a hand on the small of her back. He pushed her gently towards a large futon, urging her to sit. She did, still looking around in wonder. He slipped into the kitchen and pulled two glasses from the rack.

“This is wine from Tajikistan,” Fareikh told her as he poured, “produced in a valley by members of my family. It is…” He brought her a glass with a small serving of an amber liquid. “…sweet, as you shall see, and very rare. Are you allowed to drink?”

Julianne took the glass and swirled the liquid around, as she’d seen wine connoisseurs on television do, then sipped carefully.

“Of course,” she lied. The drinking age was twenty-one, but she’d had sips of her parents’ wine before. This was much stronger, but delicious.

“So, is that where you’re from?” she asked.

“Yes,” Fareikh answered, sitting next to her on the futon sofa, “from a small province named Sughd. It is very beautiful.”

“This is good. You must be very proud. Tell me about your home,” Julie said, settling back into the cushions, and Fareikh’s arm, as she sipped. She sat spellbound as Fareikh told her about the history of his native country, and about escaping Russian rule.

“They were not good. They bankrupted us,” he said suddenly, his eyes flashing as he looked down at her. “And their women are ugly.” He smirked, and Julie laughed.

“Well, we’ve got our share of those,” she quipped, unsure of exactly what he meant by that. She swallowed the last of the sweet drink and handed the glass to Fareikh, preparing to leave.

He took it and set it on the floor, still staring at her. “But you are beautiful,” he told her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Julianne began to feel nervous. The alcohol in the drink had hit her, and her toes were tingling. “Thanks,” she said, “but I’d better be going.”

Fareikh gripped her upper arm with his free hand. “But I have not shown you yet,” he said in a voice tense with unseen meaning. He leaned into her suddenly and kissed her. Julie felt herself being pressed back into the futon cushion. His mouth covered hers, his tongue probing at her lips. She parted them slightly to take in air, and sucked in the sweet breath of this handsome older man. Relenting briefly, she kissed him back, caught up in the eroticism of the moment. His tongue swiped across her lips and she opened her mouth, inviting him in.

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I met her when she started working at my clothing shop in town. I was a supervisor and had been there for years when she got the job. She was 19, a cute red head with thick thighs. I’ll call her Chloe. I was in my mid thirties, in decent shape and head to toe covered in tattoos. My long term girlfriend had just cheated on me, so I was feeling like it was time for something new.

Chloe was working, wearing skin tight black jeans and a tiny little crop top, you could see her curves from every angle. Every so often when she’d lift her arms up to put something on a shelf you’d get a hint of her pale stomach and rib cage. It looked so smooth I just wanted to kiss it all over. I have to admit we flirted a lot at work, she seemed to enjoy the attention and at first I didn’t think anything of it. Then we started messaging, nothing serious but occasionally she’d send me pictures of her, selfies, that were sometimes a little low down. So I started wondering, was she into me?

“Hey Frankie, I’m on the men’s section with you today!” Chloe’s voice shook me out of my daydream.

“Oh yeah I saw the rota, looks like it’s just you and me for most of the day. Do you finish at 4 as well?”

“Yeah”, she said. “And I was wondering whether you would actually mind giving me a lift home? Super random I know but my parents aren’t home to come and get me and I really don’t want to be stuck on the bus for an hour.”

I considered it for a second. It seemed perfectly innocent, and I’d given lifts to other staff members before so I didn’t really think it would be a big deal. “Sure” I agreed.

The shift was a bit of a blur I’ll admit. When you work in retail customers all blend into one person and you’re stuck in the routine of folding, answering questions and counting change. I wondered whether Chloe would invite me into her house, since she was home alone. The image of her naked, her thighs over my shoulders and her moaning with pleasure went round and round my head and I had to sit in the back office for a couple of minutes. I looked down at my tattooed hands and imagined them gently around her neck while I kissed her tits and nipples. God, this girl is driving me crazy. I’m not going to do anything unless she initiates it, I thought. So when 4pm rolled around, I actually had a bit of a nervous stomach.

We chatted while we walked to my car, just bits ankara eryaman escort about the day and laughing at customers together. She asked me about what happened with my girlfriend when we started driving to her house.

“Oh, she started seeing someone behind my back basically. I found out when she left her Facebook messages open on my laptop. Sometimes I feel like she wanted me to see them.” I explained. She looked at me for a second and then said with a smile, “well, that’s her loss”. I chuckled.

As we turned into her driveway she unbuckled her seat belt and started gathering her things out of the footwell. As she was getting out she asked me if I wanted to come in for a drink. Ah, I thought, have I been reading the signs correctly then?

I watched her shapely ass walk ahead of me as she unlocked the door and showed me inside. Her house was pretty nice, nicer than mine anyway. We headed into the kitchen and she got us both a glass of water. She leaned against the kitchen side and looked at me.

“You know, I had such a crush on you when I first started at the shop” she said. I almost choked on my drink.

“Really?!” I replied.

“Yeah, I love guys with tattoos and just thought you were really hot. Then found out you had a girlfriend so just kept it to myself.”

I moved closer to her. She’d put her drink down beside her and was leaning back on her hands. I was stood right in front of her, looking down at her big brown eyes.

“I’ve thought about fucking you so many times. But since I had a girlfriend I kept it to myself too. Although, she is gone now”. I snaked my hand round her waist and put my glass down. Once I set it down I brought my hand to her ass and pushed her closer to me. She carried on looking up at me with her innocent, sexy little slut eyes. Her hands came up to my chest and I grabbed her ass.

I picked her up abruptly and sat her on the kitchen side. I went straight in and kissed her, rubbing my hands along her thighs and up over her stomach and waist. She’d wrapped her arms around my neck and was kissing me back, running her nails gently on my neck and into my hair. I bent down to kiss her neck and she tilted her head back to moan gently. I was already getting rock hard and my dick was pressing tightly against my jeans. She jumped off the counter and grabbed my hand, dragging escort sınırsız çankaya me upstairs. The whole time I just couldn’t keep my hands off her. This 19 year old was about to get fucked.

When we got into her room we carried on kissing, my hands going everywhere and anywhere they could get to, before I started undoing my jeans. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down so she was level with my dick. As I pulled it out of my boxers I could see a little bit of surprise on her face. I wasn’t huge, but I was girthy. She took my cock in her hands and started gently licking the tip, moving her hand up and down the shaft. Slowly she started taking more and more of my rock hard dick in her pretty little mouth, sucking and rubbing as much as she could. I put my hand on her head and closed my eyes. God my fat cock was in Chloe’s little mouth. I wouldn’t wait to stretch her tight little cunt open.

I didn’t want to cum so I brought her back up and kissed her, taking off her t shirt and jeans in the process. I looked at her tits, her perfect pink little nipples poking through the thin bra she was wearing. She had on a black thong as well, which I promptly ripped off. I made her lay back on the bed while I instructed her to take her bra off. She was absolutely naked on the bed and I got to have a proper look at her. She’d recently shaved her bikini area as little prickles were beginning to show, but I didn’t care. I leant over her and took one of her nipples in my mouth, which I teased the other one with my fingers. She opened her mouth and let out a soft moan. As I licked and sucked her nipples she moved a hand down to rub her clit. Her hips were moving and grinding against me, and I hadn’t even stuffed my cock in her yet.

I moved down her body, kissing down her stomach until I was looking at her young pussy. It was pink, and I couldn’t wait to stick my tongue in it. As I started playing with her clit I could hear her moaning getting louder, and as I slipped one finger in her hole I could feel how wet she was. She had closed her eyes and was gasping and moaning now. I slipped another finger inside her and finger fucked her while going to lick her clit. Then I pulled my fingers out and licked up the juices that had started flowing from her. She tasted amazing. I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck this 19 year çankaya eve gelen escort bayan old. My tattooed hands were all over her thighs as I licked and sucked her pussy, stuffing my tongue in her hole and tasting her as much as I could. She was moaning and squirming and so I started rubbing my thick cock while I had my face buried in her cunt.

“I want you to fuck me Frankie, please please fuck me” she gasped. That was all I needed to hear. I stood up and lifted her legs over my shoulders and guided my fat dick to the entrance of her pussy. She was looking at me all dreamy, until I started pushing my dick into her. I could feel her young cunt stretch around me, trying to fit me all in. She was so tight. I heard her moaning and gasping as I slowly pushed in. Fucking her was going to be amazing. I got faster and faster with my thrusts, pushing all the way in and then pulling all the way out, my hands on her ass and her hand on her clit. I was fucking drilling into her. It felt so fucking good. Her tits were bouncing to the rhythm of me screwing her and it was so fucking sexy.

I could feel her starting to tense up inside, so I knew she was about to cum. Her eyes rolled back inside her head and she yelled she was going to cum. That just spurred me on to fuck her faster. Her orgasm made her whole body shake, but I didn’t stop. I wanted her screaming.

I slowed down a bit and shifted her legs off my shoulders, indicating I wanted her to bend over. She got on her hands and knees so I finally got to see her little asshole. As I stuck my cock back inside her tight little hole I rubbed my finger over her asshole. She gasped a little bit as I pushed the tip in.

“I’ve never had anything in there before” she said between breaths. I smiled, and spat on her asshole to lube it up a bit. Then while I was pounding her I pushed my finger into her asshole little by little. She had her head buried into the bed at this point, muffling her yelling and moaning. I was getting close at this point, as her ass bounced against me.

“Chloe I’m going to cum” I moaned.

“Yes cum inside me please. Then I want you to piss on me Frankie.” I was a bit taken aback by this but it didn’t slow me down. Her orgasm was building too, and while I shot my load into her pussy she was rubbing her clit like crazy. As I pulled out, a bit of cum dripping from my tip, I sprayed my hot piss all over her ass. She was going crazy and I could tell she was cumming. I could see her pussy contract as I pissed all over her.

Then she fell flat and rolled over to look at me. I was just stood naked at the end of her bed looking at her. “Shall we take a shower?” She said with a smile.

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