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How did it begin? Did I make the first flirtatious move? Did you drop a seductive tease on my wall?Beginnings are meaningless, when two Dominant women create a caldron of ingredients that they only understand. A brew inspiring passion.I threw stones in tranquil lakes and streams. As each stone rolled across the water. The ripples grew.Who will let the tide flow stronger? Who will pick up the stone? güvenilir bahis Who will firmly press their hand against a back and lead?You wrote a story….adding me to your writings. I was taken by such an experience.  You embraced me,  and my Dominant persona through powerful  prose.We both loved long laced gloves, suspenders, garters, and retro-Cuban heeled back seamed stockings. You teased about güvenilir bahis siteleri making sure my seams were straight.So we danced. We parried. A chess match between two Masters. Who will choose white? Who will choose black?A kiss stirred deep, and we knew!  Rolling in erotic bliss, each took control. Each took pleasure in gaining the hill top, and grinding into pleasure. Then a iddaa siteleri strong advance, a firm grip on the small of a back, and a twist of control.Screams…endless waves of twisting pleasure… two Dommes taking and giving… barreling in endless lust.We danced. We shared. We kissed. We face fucked. We became us. We smiled and knew.I stirred in a dream. Was this tango real? Was each step a lead, by each, to an endless brew of bubbling volcanic explosions. A never ending dance where each movement creates a new step, that neither understands, yet both must take?I awoke to another post on my wall, and we danced and danced and danced.    

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My lips brushed each wrist and ankle before locking them in place.She wanted this. Asked me to do it. Begged, even. I burrowed the vibrating plug into her bahis siteleri naughty hole. Duct taped the Hitachi wand to her thigh. Gagged her pretty, canlı bahis siteleri dirty mouth. “My kinky girl,” I whispered.Straddling her chest, I canlı bahis tortured her nipples. She quivered. Jerked against restraints. Eye contact became vital. Purposeful Blink. My cue. Grasping each end of the scarf, I pulled. Tighter. Thirty seconds passed. My timing had to be perfect. Sudden bucking broadcast her orgasm. Her face contorted. Then… stillness. “Blink!” I yelled.  

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You catch my eye standing at the end of the bar, all blue jeans and shirt sleeves rolled up. I’m a total sucker for that half-smile you flash me before you disappear in the crowd.I sip my drink and try to catch sight of you. I see a stunning woman take your arm and one of the drinks you had carried over. I pout a little, clearly, you’re here with someone – girlfriend, wife maybe?I make my way to the dance floor ready to dance the night away. Someone’s hand brushes my shoulder and I hear someone yell over the music.”You look sexy as hell out here.” Turning I see you standing there. Taking my hand you turn me and we start moving together. Every time your kaçak iddaa body touches mine I feel electricity all over my skin.You offer to get me a drink and I agree with a nod. At the bar, you place an order and we’re huddled together to hear what the other is saying, the music blasting through the room again.”You live around here?” you ask, your eyes moving between my mouth and my eyes.”Yeah not far, you?” I reply trying to keep things friendly.”I wish,” you respond, “now that I know you’re local.” You wink at me as our drinks arrive and we take them back to the dance floor. You spin me so that my back is to you and I take advantage of the position kaçak bahis and start brushing my arse teasingly over your crotch.I see the woman you were standing with earlier staring daggers over at us before she moves into the crowd towards us. I look at you with a quick nod in the direction of approaching doom. Not wanting to stay for this scene I tell you I’m going to get a drink.I take my next drink upstairs, as it’s quieter up there. The stairs open to a landing with a small lounge area to the left and the landing continues to a dead end to the right. I move forward towards the rail. The music drifts up and I sway my hips leaning on the banister illegal bahis looking down at the crowd.I see you at the bar. The bartender points up to where I’m standing and you catch me watching you. You make your way across the dance floor and up the stairs.”You’re not trying to ditch me are you?” you say as your eyes travel the full length of me.”Not you, just your wife,” I reply sipping my drink, batting my eyelashes.”Not my wife,” you tell me.”Well, your ‘girlfriend’ seemed pissed to see you dancing with me.” I probe, wondering what your game is.”Not my girlfriend. I only met her tonight, I’m here with friends. She can’t seem to take a hint so I had to lay it out for her,” you say as you move in, drawing closer. My body responds, warming at your touch. You lean in slowly, my eyes moving to your mouth. Our lips meet and I feel the soft heat of you.

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I had talked to Sonia who gave me the lead for the job being a nanny.  I had interviewed with the woman of the house, Mary Anne, who was a housewife.  Mary Anne was married to Chris who was typically either traveling throughout the United States or locked away in his home office doing some sort of hedge fund or stock market work.  Mary Anne spent most of her time exercising or at the local country club and was looking for someone to take care of their five-year-old boy, CJ, and two-year-old boy, Matthew, while she attended to other matters…namely exercising or drinking at the local country club.  The interview was uneventful.  Mary Anne asked simple questions about my experience with children and I exaggerated some babysitting I did as a teenager. She also questioned my availability and whether I had a vehicle and references.  I answered all of her questions but did not expect to get the job.  I was typically good at reading people and their facial expressions but the vast amounts of plastic surgery she had undergone made it hard for me to gauge her reactions.  So I was surprised when Mary Anne called me four days later and offered me the job.  I had planned on accepting it immediately but was thrown for a loop when Mary Anne explained the position bahis şirketleri would require living at their residence and being available at varying hours of the day and night.  On one hand, the prospect of living in someone else’s home and being available at their request, more or less, was unappealing – especially for someone not accustomed to working, let alone working with a family and children.  On the other hand, the money was far more than I had made at any other job and I would be rent-free.  Mary Anne detailed which room would be mine.  I recalled it from the tour of the house she gave me.  The house was large and beautiful, of course, and that was before the addition they added on two years prior.  I would have my own bedroom and bathroom; however, I would have to walk out of my bedroom and walk approximately five feet to the full bath on the left.  My room would be on the ground floor, a different floor as the rest of the family, so I would still have privacy.  After mulling it over, I decided to take the job.  I packed up my clothes and placed them in my car.  I said a tearful goodbye to Sonia before she left for work, although the tears were more for show than ones of feelings. I could tell by the look in Javier’s eyes that he despised bahis firmaları Sonia more than ever.  Not only was she non-sexual with him but now she had provided the lead which took away what little sexual contact he received.  He was forced into quietness, alas he tell of his infidelity.  I asked Javier to help me break down the bed frame and he accompanied me down to my apartment.  The truth was I planned to have all my furniture in the apartment as I did not need them in my new home. I simply wanted to spend one last moment with Javier.  He seemed to truly care about me which was rare for me in my life. Javier knelt to begin disassembling my bed before I placed my hand on his shoulder.  He looked up at me with sad eyes.  “One more time before I leave?” I asked with raised eyebrows.  He pulled down his pants and I knelt, taking his cock in my mouth one last time.  I made an effort to make this blow job superb.  It was a thank you – for bringing me food, for being my friend, for being my main source of human interaction in this God-forsaken apartment.  Tears rolled down my cheeks as I swallowed his cum.  It was such a weird dynamic of eroticism, sexuality, and sadness.I stood up and gave him a tearful hug, said goodbye, and walked out to my kaçak bahis siteleri car without looking back.  I sat in my car, wiped the tears from my cheeks, and called Conch.  I had no connect in my new area and needed to stock up before I left.  I requested an eight ball which he told he had had ready to me whenever I was free to stop by. I drove to Conch’s place and he let me in.  It was dark inside with only one lonely light on in the corner of the room.  “What do you need an eight ball for and where did you get the money for it?” Conch asked.“I’m moving and need enough to hold me over until I can find a new connect.  And don’t worry about where I got the money.”The truth was I only had sixty dollars which Javier had given me but I was prepared to offer other forms of payment. I handed Conch the sixty dollars.“This is only half,” he said still holding the money in his outstretched hand.  “I know.  So how would you like the other half?”“In cash, Kelly.  Cold hard cash.”“I don’t have that.”“Well, what do you have?”“What do you want?”His hand found my shoulder and pushed me slowly down to the floor.I had no other option and he knew it.  I nodded in agreement and Conch dropped his pants right there in the middle of the living room.  I knelt on the floor and took his flaccid dick in my mouth while staring up at him.  It had the smell and taste of a man who had not showered in days.  I tried to ignore it but couldn’t.  I looked to buy myself some time.“I need to use the bathroom.”

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We were all excited by what we had done.  The sex had been incredible. My mind and cock exploded at the decadent things Carol and I had done. There were vivid pictures behind my eyeballs of John fucking Carol and John and I double fucking Carol, and Carol sucking both cocks, and of our dripping cocks in and on Carol.  I couldn’t stop thinking about HOT SEX.Carol and John both suggested that we stay in and fuck all day.  I thought we needed to get out of the apartment and cool down a bit.  I suggested that since it was Sunday it would be fun to go out for brunch.  We decided to go to Georgetown for the day.  It was a beautiful warm spring day.  Carol dressed in a gauze halter top that tied around her neck and waist leaving her back bare.  Her top was completely see-through.  When she walked her tits would gently sway and her nipples poked through the top.  She chose an old denim mini skirt with a hint of cheek showing.  She looked hot.I was my usual boring bahis siteleri self, Khakis and a polo shirt.  I got out the keys and we walked to the car.  The car was an old Lincoln Towncar with huge bench seats in the front and a couch-like rear seat.  We drove John over to his apartment so he could change.  We waited in the car for him.As we waited I said to Carol, “We’re having fun but I can’t lose you to this.”Carol turned to me and said, “I love all the sex, but I love you forever.  Any time you want to stop we will.” John came out of his building wearing a snug pair of jeans and a faded jeans shirt.  He got in the back seat. Carol asked, “Can I please get in the back seat with John?”I hesitated for a moment, then said, “Sure.”Carol gleefully got in the back seat with John.  I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for Old Georgetown Road.  I turned on the satellite radio to Outlaw Country, my favorite station.  The first song was Walker Wheeler’s canlı bahis siteleri Puss in Boots.  It is a rocking really dirty song.  Somehow it seemed appropriate.I suggested the 1310 restaurant on Wisconsin avenue.  Carol and I had been there a number of times and always enjoyed it.  One of the things Carol liked about it was the outdoor seating where she would sometimes play a little flashing sex game.  Once we got on the highway,  Carol flashed her tits at a trucker.   Next I heard the sound of heavy kissing and Carol softly moaning.  I adjusted the rearview mirror as John untied Carol’s halter top and started sucking on her tits.  I felt hopelessly erotic. I could watch but I had to drive. Carol’s moaning got louder and she started sex talking, “Ohh, suck my tits, Ohhh John.”The next time I looked Carol was sprawled out on the Lincoln’s back seat her skirt up to her hips and John furiously finger fucking her.  I could hear her wetness and canlı bahis smell her cunt.  Carol loves finger fucking, she gets very wet, very horny and vocal.She moaned, “Fucking God, fuck meeeee, fuck meeee.”Carol had John’s cock out and was stroking it vigorously, her eyes laser-focused on John’s bright red face.In an almost stern voice she said, “Come On, fucker, fuck meeee.”She swung her legs over John’s lap and swabbed his cock on her cunt lips.  She gradually lowered herself on his cock, embedding it deep in her cunt. I opened the rear window and the warm breeze rushed through the car. Carol loves to fuck in the open air where someone might see her.The sounds from the back, “Ahh, ohhh, onhhh, fffuck, unhhhh, Grrrr,” along with the slapping of flesh, were driving me crazy.John grunted, “Cocksucker, ahhh, unhhh, cumming.”Carol: “Fucker, fucker, fucker, arghhh.”In that same stern manner she started pounding John’s chest and lightly slapping his face.  She was in a full sexual fury.  I watched as she gripped John’s shoulders and used them to pull herself up and let herself down, impaled on John’s cock.  She started screaming like a banshee.  She was howling out her sex sounds.

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I shift my body so that I face the ceiling. My nipples scrape the cotton sheets as I turn which only makes them stand out more. I have come to acknowledge that this bed is too big, too cold and too empty. I lay awake thinking of all the alternatives that never were or never could be. The mistakes I made and the hurt I put you through. Time will release me from the pain, I know that. But right now, all I have is memories of you.Both of you.My fingers search out those parts of my body that will drain all this nervous energy. I haven’t eaten in three days; living off sugary sports drinks and Gin and tonics. I always feel more aroused when I’m pissed, and I’m certainly in that state. My mind is swimming bahis şirketleri with memories that are both distant and diffuse.I rub my hand over my nipples and feel them react to my touch but not in a way they would have if it were your hand. Those little electric pulses were always far more intense. Only one person electrified me more – a mistake I know.Pinching at them makes me realise how stupid I behaved. My clitoris jumps at the sudden threads of pain that have made their way down my body. I keep pulling and pinching my breasts. Mauling them, like you used to do when your face was buried between my thighs. I’d suck my nipples in the same way if only I could reach them. It feels so bahis firmaları wonderful, abusing my body in this way.My fingers slowly make their way down my body. Crawling, caressing and tickling on their way, just like you used to do. My body flinches to the sleight of hand, the light touch, the tickle that you used to do against my waist.My clit is aching to be touched but not for much longer. My fingers are there, teasing my pussy. Opening the folds to slip a finger inside. If only I could feel your tongue on my clit and mine on yours. I want my tongue on your clit so much, I miss it. I miss you.Fuck, this feels like heaven with my finger circling my little bud. I know I’m going to climax. kaçak bahis siteleri My mind is awash with your technique, your gentleness, your eagerness, your tongue swirling alphabetically over my sensitive bud, your finger in my arse, your thumb in my pussy and my lust, expectation and orgasm hovering as high as the ceiling. You made me convert all the pleasure you were giving me. You made me do it.I loved the wonderful way you licked me.Only one other made me bark like a dog under her control. She fucked me with her tongue. Lapping at my folds, eating me whole, sucking my clit into her mouth like a demented devil, finger fucking me like I was a whore. I was, of course, I was. She took me places you didn’t. Yet she always blindfolded me in the process. She never let me see where I was going, where I would end up. I was putty in her hands and believe me she had hands that knew how to mould me, my desires, wants and needs.

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Her First StoryI asked my wife to tell me about the time she went to a management retreat at Wrightsville Beach, NC with her hospital management team.Jaycee was 33 at the time and managed the local hospital’s process improvement office. Jaycee is 5’3″, 125 lbs, blonde hair blue eyes and size 34C breasts. We watch on occasion some interracial porn and she liked the contrast of skin colors and feeding on that began a journey that would eventually lead her to take multiple black lovers over the coming years.At the management retreat, the daytime sessions soon ended, and everybody went to the catered dinner at the beach resort where drinks were flowing through the rest of the evening.Reuben was the hospital’s cafeteria manager and he happened to sit next to Jaycee for dinner and the two struck up conversation about the workplace, friends, co-workers, and a little gossip. Reuben was a black man born and raised in North Carolina where he worked his way up in the kitchen to be the cafeteria manager. Reuben was at least 250 lbs and stood around 6’3″ and was a few years older than Jaycee.As the night went on, folks started to wander outside to enjoy the sea breezes and warm late summer güvenilir bahis night. Jaycee and Reuben started walking along the beach away from the others. Jaycee sometimes enjoys her wine a bit too much, and Reuben sensed this, and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked; she reciprocated by wrapping her arms around his big body.Eventually they stopped a moment, and Reuben looked down at Jaycee and said, “Baby, I like you. I see you around the hospital looking so professional, and I like that in a white woman.”Jaycee replied, “Hey Reuben, I think I like you too,” brushing her blonde hair from her face as the breeze tossed it around. Reuben took that as a sign to move his face down to hers and they both kissed lightly at first, then tongues started to flick each other, then into a full embrace and passion.Reuben pulled away and asked Jaycee if she wanted to go back to his room. Her head was still spinning from the sudden passion of the moment, and she said I can’t do that; I’m married. Then Reuben says, “Baby, you ever been with a black man before?”Jaycee said no, but she really liked the contrast of skin on skin contact from the porn she saw, and then asked him, “Do güvenilir bahis siteleri you have a big dick?”Reuben grinned and said, “Baby, let’s find out,” and he proceeded to unzip his pants and out poured the biggest black dick Jaycee has ever seen, well, biggest dick she has ever seen.”Oh my,” she said and asked, “may I?”Reuben had a big grin on his face and said, “C’mon girl, go for it.” Jaycee knelt and reached out and took the black dick in to her hands realizing that it must 9 or 10 inches in length.Stroking the black dick as it got harder, she kissed the head and took it into her mouth. Reuben started to slowly face fuck her, but he knew this was not the place to bust his nut and he said, “Listen Baby, let’s go back inside and really get comfortable. Hubby ain’t going to know shit. What happens at these retreats, stays here. Everybody knows that.”Reuben zipped his cock back into his pants and Jaycee wiped the sand from her knees and they headed back to the resort. On their way in, there were obviously other hook ups in process.Jaycee walked past one of the administrators with her arm around one of the retreat facilitators, and they both kind of winked as she iddaa siteleri saw Jaycee walking hand in hand with Reuben towards the elevators.Once inside, they embraced for another kiss until the elevator doors open, and there was another couple arm in arm waiting to go down in the elevator. They both knew Reuben and kind of nodded and gave Jaycee a look of distain. Jaycee began to feel guilty suddenly, and Reuben said, “Fuck those two. They’re out fucking around on their own marriage, so they ain’t got nothing to say.”Reaching Reuben’s room, they were about to go inside, when Jaycee asked, “Umm, I’m not sure I am ready to go through with this,” so Reuben says, “Baby, we don’t have to do shit. If all you want is to suck my dick, I can eat your pussy. We both get off. You know the sayin, eatin ain’t cheatin.” Jaycee laughed out loud and said ok, let’s try it out.Once inside, Reuben offered Jaycee a beer and they both sat at the table for a while talking and sipping on their beer. Suddenly, Jaycee got up and walked over to Reuben who was still seated, she squatted and undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them off.She stood up, and pulled her dress up over her head, undid her bra, and stepped out of her thong. She went over to the bed, laid down and said, “Well big guy, what are you waiting on?” Reuben was almost taken aback from her sudden boldness but recovered quickly and removed his shirt and underwear.

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~~~~She’s cheating, I say to myself.It’s the second act of our couples dance, and Miriam is cheating. For days she has edged me, ordering me not to cum or she will crop me, and for days I have kept myself from cumming.This is agony for me. I love cumming, and have done so almost daily since I was sixteen and living with my mother.And when I started exotic dancing, then lap dancing, then sex work, I’d cum at least once a day, and sometimes several times a day, except when I had my period, and sometimes even then.I know I’m slightly unusual in that regard. Not all women are multi-orgasmic, but I certainly am. And I have developed a great appetite for it, and always enjoy it.But now she’s denying it to me, and I want to rage against her. At times I do, but I’m always punished, and afterwards she always forbids me from cumming for even longer. So, the most I can do is to obey her as best as my bratty personality will let me, and beg her to allow me to cum whenever I’m permitted to beg.But now, for tonight’s dance, she’s added something new. Just before we go onstage for our 40-minute couples dance, the BDSM version, she gives me a remote-controlled, egg vibrator, and orders me to put it in my vagina. I hesitate, because I know what she will do to me if I do.But when she looks at me coldly, I melt, spread my legs, and insert the already lubed egg far up into my cunt, swallowing hard, and knowing this would be yet another test of my obedience.Then I put on the rest of my costume, and prepare to start the dance. And just to prove her power over me, she turns the vibrator on just as we go onstage…Now we are approaching the end of the second of the three, ten-minute acts. According to the script, which we loosely follow with variations for the audience and setting, this is the Temptation scene. She is the Serpent, and I am Eve, and she is corrupting me, tempting me, daring me to explore and enjoy my sexuality so that she can enslave me, and use me for her own ends.Which is precisely what Miriam, dancing as the Serpent, is doing to me, De Muis, Eve. The worst part is that I know precisely what she is doing, and I’m powerless to prevent it.For I adore her. She is the only person who has ever cared about me, cared for me. I live in her house, eat her food, wear the clothes she wants me to wear, work when and where she tells me, give her all of my earnings – and cum only when she allows me to.I adore her, and I cannot help myself. I want to worship her, to please her. And what she wants from me is complete obedience. When I give it, immediately, and without thinking, she is kind, generous, and loving. When I rebel, or am slow to obey, her eyes narrow, her demeanor becomes menacing, and she punishes me. And the worst punishment is to know I have disappointed her, that she is sad because I made her sad. I hate that above anything.And as time goes on, I find that more than anything, I want to please her, to see her smile, to make her cum when she wishes, to be what she wants me to be.But it’s hard. I was just beginning to live a life I chose, to do the things I wished, to have the money to buy the things I wanted. And although I love the life she gives me, there are times when I struggle against it.Today was one of those days. She is a cold, unforgiving perfectionist, especially when it comes to our dances. She wants not only that the steps be perfect, but that the dance affect the audience as strongly as she wishes, and leaves them feeling a certain way by the end. This requires acting skills as well as dancing skills. And while I can dance in my own way, and do it with emotion, I have no background or skill at acting, or in formal, structured dance.As a result, she is not pleased with the reactions we have been getting from the audiences.When I was stripping, the music güvenilir bahis and the audiences’ reactions were enough to carry me, and let me give myself to them. It was real, and they knew it, felt it, and responded to it.But now, I’m trying to act, first as a virgin, then as a tempted woman, finally as a fallen woman. I understand it; I just don’t feel it the way I do exotic dancing.And she is not pleased with me.So, today she is cheating. She will force me to be tempted, she will force me to fall, she will force me to become the slut.And she will do this with the egg she has planted in my cunt.****Following our first couples rehearsal, I felt as loved as I ever had in my life. I was lying with my head in her lap, and she was smoothing my hair, and smiling down at me. This was as close to heaven as I could imagine, especially as she had just given me a massive, earth-shattering orgasm, and I was floating on the after-effects.“You’re very beautiful like this,” she says, continuing to stroke my hair.I shook my head. “I’ve been called pretty, but I’m not beautiful. I know that.”Miriam shook her head, “Not so, my little Mouse. When you are like this, when you have given me such a gift, when I can see you so peaceful, so happy, then you are beautiful, hein?”I smiled up at her, and felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I turned my head and kissed her hand, “If I am beautiful, it’s because you make me feel so. You are so kind, so good to me. Thank you.”Her smile widened, but I could see something…more…in her eyes, but I wasn’t sure what.Finally, she said, “Come. Let us take you to bed.”I was reluctant to move, but she pulled my hand. “Let me get my clothes…”“And why would you need clothes?” she said, and arched an eyebrow at me.I blushed and looked down, then followed her, holding her hand. She, of course, was still wearing her workout clothes, while I was naked except for my body piercings, but I followed her willingly as she led me down the stairs to the main level, and off to her bedroom, with its big, very pink and feminine bed.“There’s a toilet there,” she pointed. I took the hint, and detoured, refreshing myself, combing my fingers through my hair, and rinsing my mouth out with cold water. I washed my face and hands, and used one of the washcloths to wipe myself so I didn’t smell quite as strongly as before, then opened the door and re-entered her bedroom.She had drawn back the sheets, and was sitting with one leg on and one leg off the side of the bed, leaning up against the headboard. She patted the bed next to her and said, “Come here, little Mouse, and let me play with you again.”I was struck all over again at how beautiful she was: tall, blonde, slender, with a regal face that was graceful and lovely. A true Germanic Valkyrie. If Wagner had wanted a model for his operas, he would have chosen her.I walked over to her, my legs suddenly rubbery again, remembering how she had played my body like a musical instrument, finally bringing me to the point where I begged to be allowed to cum. And after prolonging my crushing desire, she had allowed it, and it had felt unbelievably liberating.“Won’t you let me…love…you? May I pleasure you, please, Miriam?”She smiled down at me as she gathered me into her arms, “There will be plenty of time for that, my Mouse. Right now, I want you to know how good I can make you feel. But call me Mistress, won’t you?”I nodded, “If you wish, Miriam.”“Mistress.”“Yes, Mistress. Sorry.”She smiled, and started once again to run her fingers over me, as she had before. But this time, she knew all my secret places. And she was in absolutely no hurry.She played me at a very low and slow pace, catching the heat of my earlier orgasm which it still glowed like embers in my body, emphasizing it, drawing it forth like dew being drawn güvenilir bahis siteleri from the grass in the morning sun: slowly, imperceptibly, but with an inevitability that was enticing and irresistible.After a time, I was unable to be still. I was rolling and stretching, moaning and gasping. And from time to time she would stop, almost as if she were taunting me, causing me to writhe with desire, and pant.Finally, she lent down and started using her lips and her magic tongue on me. I knew, from my earlier passion, why she was such a highly-paid sexworker: she could read my body like an open book, and knew exactly where to touch me, and how, and for how long. And she drew it out, making it so much slower than I desired.Finally, I could stand it no longer, and whispered to her, asking her to let me cum. “Not yet, my little Mouse; not yet.” And she continued to play with me. Later, when I couldn’t stand it, and needed her to go faster, go harder, I asked her again. She smiled again, shook her head, and said, “No…still no…little plaything. You haven’t yet learned how to beg.”I asked her to teach me to beg, anything to get her to let me cum. She shook her head for a third time, smiled, and simply said, “No.”Eventually I was writhing, and unable to lie still. My hands were clenching and opening, my legs were pushing wider and wider open, begging for her to touch my pussy, and my mouth was open and I was panting.“Please,” I said, “please! Teach me how to beg, Mistress, I can’t stand not cumming. Please!”She stopped, held my face, and said, “Do you really want to know how to beg, little Mouse?”“I do, please teach me, I need to know, please!”“Get down on your knees at my feet, and spread your legs.”Quickly, I slid to the floor, and opened myself as she told me, kneeling, legs spread wide.“Now turn your head up to me, and place your hands, palms up, on your thighs, waiting for my orders. This position is called Nadu. Say it.”“Nadu. This is Nadu.”“And when I say Nadu, what will you do, little Mouse?”I stopped, unsure what she wanted me to say, and unable to think clearly, I was so desperate to climax. “Move to this position?” I offered.“Exactly. And how long should it take you to get into this position, my little toy?”“I should do it immediately?”“Precisely. Will you do that, my little Mouse? Will you obey me when I order you?”“You know I will.”“Say yes, little Mouse.”“Yes!”She nodded. “Now, little Mouse, bend forward and kiss my feet.”I paused, unsure. “Now, little Mouse.”I immediately leaned forward and kissed her workout slippers, first one, then the other.“Now keep your forehead on the ground. This is called ‘Obeisance.’ Say it.”“Obeisance.”“Very good. Repeat the names I’ve told you.”“Nadu, I think.”“Yes, you remember well.”I felt a warm surge run through my body.“And…obedience?”“No. Try again.”“Uh…obeisance?”“Excellent. Now little Mouse, do you think you can learn one more?”“Yes, Miriam.”She was silent, and waited. “I mean, yes, Mistress!”“Very good little Mouse, but try not to keep me waiting next time, yes?”“Yes, Mistress.”“Now you will learn ‘Slaver’s Kiss’. Say it.”“Slaver’s Kiss.”“Very good. Put your forehead down to the floor, lift your bottom in the air, spread your knees wide, and move your feet so they touch each other. Now put your arms around your head like this,” she moved my arms so my head was cupped in my palms, and my elbows were spread wide on either side of my head.“What is this called, little Mouse?”“Slaver’s Kiss.”“And the second one?”“Obeisance.”“Excellent. And the first?”“Nadu.”“Very good. You shall have a reward.”She started stroking my back, my sides, my knees, then gently massaged the cheeks of my uplifted ass, gradually kneading, and spreading my cheeks wide. Then she slowly traced the line from the crease of my ass, pausing iddaa siteleri to gently probe my dark star, then down until she was lightly touching my nether lips.Gradually, she lightly tickled and massaged my pubis, split my labia, and traced my wetness from bottom to top. By now I was moaning, and drooling on the carpet, incapable of coherent thought, consumed by desire. Yet, if I moved so much as a millimeter from the proper position, the caresses would stop without comment, and she would wait until I found it again. It was as if I were locked tight into this one position.Finally, finally, she was using two fingers to fuck my cunt while massaging my clit, but said, “You must not cum until I permit it, little Mouse. Say it.”“I…uh…must not cum until…you permit it.”“Mistress,” she corrected.“Mistress.”She proceeded to torture me, almost taunting me, daring me to cum. But I knew if I did, it would be a mistake, and I would regret it.I was shuddering by now, twitching, and panting hard. “Please, Mistress, please, I have done everything you asked. I will do anything you ask. Please let me cum now, please!”She ignored me, continuing to stroke, finger-fuck, and tease me for some time as I begged, listening as much to the tone of my voice as to the words. Then, finally she said, “Yes, little Mouse, you may cum now. I permit it.”****When my head stopped spinning, and while my body still tingled, Miriam gently pulled me up from my Slaver’s Kiss position, brought me onto the bed, and said, “Now, little Mouse, you may worship me. Give me an orgasm, my little slut, and do it quickly.”I felt entirely spent, exhausted. All I wanted to do was sleep. Yet, I had promised her I would do anything she wanted, so, although my arms and legs were heavy, and I was having trouble focusing, I started to love her, as I had loved women who were clients.I kissed her on the mouth, and she passively allowed me to, letting me put my tongue in her mouth, but not responding in kind. I kissed her ears, and licked outside them, then moved down to her neck, then her breasts, circling the areolae, then sucking the nipples into my mouth. I was surprised she was being so passive, although I could tell her body was starting to respond to my touches. It pleased me that I did excite her.I gradually worked my way down between her legs, and licked open her inner labia, tasting her, and slowly licking and slurping her kitty. Then I started truly worshiping her sex, lapping, sucking, kissing, nuzzling, and thrusting my tongue inside her.And although she didn’t do anything to help, she was moving and shivering. “Harder, my little slut, and faster,” she whispered. I responded immediately, and her hips started to gyrate, her breath to come more quickly.“Now!” she called, and pushed my face hard into her cunt, grinding herself against me.And came. Her body shuddered, she cried out, and she held me tight against her.Finally, she relaxed, then pulled my hair, indicating that she wanted me to move up next to her. I did so quickly, snuggling into her arm. “Pull the blanket over us, my little Mouse.” I did.“You did well, Mouse. I am pleased.”I felt an electric thrill run through me. She was pleased with me! I felt as loved as I had earlier, after our first love-making. Then I asked a question, “Why do you always call me Mouse? Why don’t you call me Nika?”She drew back and frowned at me, and I trembled. “Who is Nika? You are my Mouse now, nothing more, hein? Mouse. Say it!”I was shocked, and stuttered “I…I am, um, Mouse.”She looked at me coldly. “Why do you hesitate. Say it!”“I am Mouse.” I dropped my gaze.She looked at me for what seemed a long time. “Better. Remember your name, yes? You are Mouse.”“I…am Mouse.”“Good. Now, you were good at pleasing me, but you will need to learn to be better. Next time I will teach you. You must take great pride and pleasure at worshiping your Mistress.” She looked down at me. “You want that, don’t you, my little playtoy?”I looked up at her with eager eyes, hoping to regain her favor. “Yes, Mistress, very much!”

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It took a while for my eyes to focus on the red dashed lines over the black backdrop. My phone buzzed again, lying next to the clock so that I still couldn’t make it out. As I reached for it, with my eyes blurry it felt like it was further away than normal. Inching over to it, I picked it up. My phone felt a little bigger in my hand.I was still having problems focusing in on anything. My head hurt, and my stomach felt all knotted up. I held the phone in my hand and gasped as I saw the hand holding it. A woman’s hand. My hand holding my phone. “What the…?”I felt hair drape down my face as I shook the cobwebs out. I keep my hair short – it isn’t long enough to be in my face. I let out a sign that sounded too high pitched for myself. And plopped my head back on the pillow.I could feel the warmth of Mary laying next to me. ‘Maybe she knows what the hell happened?’ I shook her by her shoulder. It felt like I had to put a lot of effort into it, and it felt bigger. I started to focus as hard as I could on my arm. It was thin, smooth, and hairless. This isn’t my arm.Mary groaned. “What is it, Gibby?” She rolled over towards me. We stopped.I was looking at me. My or his eyes opened and she or I let out a scream that embarrassed even me. “What the fuck!” He screamed as he jumped out of bed.I pointed at me. “Mary! Calm down!”She was in a frenzy. Hyperventilating and knocking things all over the room, like a giant, out of control baby. Looking around and finally calming down, Mary stood there inside my body.“What am I doing looking at me?” She said pointing at me in her body. She was frantically trying to figure out what was going on. I was still having trouble focusing on anything in the room.“Glasses. Where are your glasses?” I fumbled around with my hands, looking for them. Mary handed them to me and I put them on, jamming the arm in my eye as I tried to put them on my face.The room instantly came into a clear view. I looked at me standing there looking at me. I patted my self down feeling my…Tits! ‘Holy shit I have tits! And my… Shit! My dick! I didn’t have my dick!’ It was on me, still looking back at me in my body. Looked bigger from this angle.I put my hands between my legs and rubbed. Nothing but the moist smooth folds of Mary’s pussy that made me tingle when I touched it. I jumped a little when I felt that, it was like a electric charge shot through me. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. No surprise there.I looked back at Mary in my body. She was looking down at her new body. My body.“It looks smaller from here,” she said, referring to my cock. “What happened kaçak iddaa to us?” is all she could muster out as she collapsed on her knees to the floor. Hitting the mattress in frustration. she looked at me and pointed. “This is your fault!”“My fault!” I screamed back at her. “Aren’t you the one that said I should feel what it’s like to be you!” Her squeaking argumentative voice came from myself. It sounded different saying it from her body. I gathered my thoughts and stood up. The earth felt heavier.I could see Mary in the mirror, but with my own eyes. Through her glasses I could make out every detail of her body as I gazed upon myself in it. Her long strawberry blonde hair that trailed down to her C cup breasts.I cupped them with my hands. It felt weird feeling her breasts when at the same time, I could feel what her breasts felt like. It sent sensations through me, that I’ve rarely felt in my own body. I rubbed my nipples and another wave of sensations washed over me. It felt as almost my nipples made me tingle the more I played with them. When I squeezed them with my thumb and forefinger, I started to feel a little light-headed.Mary wasn’t finding it easy to adjust as well. She was playing with my balls, like they were marbles. I heard her scream out, “Ouch! Shit that hurts!” She fell down to her knee. “Fuck! That sent pains all the way through to my stomach.” She let go of her nuts and rubbed them softer.“How in the hell do you guys walk with these hanging between your legs?” Her laughter brought a little light-heartedness to our predicament.We were in all accounts trapped in each other’s body. ‘How did this happen? How do I get back my body? And out of hers? Why does it feel so damn good when I pinch my nipples? And why am I so horny right now?’“Fuck!” I yelled out, and reached out for my cock. I wrapped my hands around it. It felt a lot bigger in Mary’s hands. She let out a moan as I stroked ever so gently on it.“Oh my god, that feels good,” she said as she pushed her hips towards me. Lightly I stroked my cock with Mary’s soft hands. I licked my palm and focused on the head, rubbing it until small drops of precum started to ooze out.“Fuck! That’s a big G-spot,” she said as I rubbed the head of my cock a little harder. “How does it feel when it’s in my mouth?” She asked as I crawled up towards my own cock.I stopped dead in my tracks.I almost put my cock in my mouth. My cock. I’ve never done this before. I know how it feels on the receiving end. But I’ve never tasted my own dick.“Com’on Gibby! Suck your dick!” Mary said playfully. Grabbing a handful of my kaçak bahis hair, she pulled me into her. “I want to know why men love getting blowjobs.” She pushed my cock up against my lips.“Hold on,” I said, pushing her back. I held my cock and kissed the head. She moaned as I dragged my tongue across the tip. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked.“Oh my fucking god!” Mary almost fell backwards into the wall. “I better lay down for this,” she put her head on the pillow and motioned for me to continue.“Hold on there sweetie,” I told her as I lay down next to my own body. Mary put her arm around me and kissed my forehead. I put my hand on her chest and rubbed her nipple. When I pinched it, she jumped suddenly.“Whoa! Your nipples are just as sensitive as mine,” she exclaimed as she rubbed them herself. “This couldn’t be more messed up.” She ran her fingers through her hair, looking at her hand for her hair that I was now wearing.I lay on my back looking at Mary in my body. Both of us were still trying to adjust to our new forms. My hard-on was starting to go flaccid. When she finally noticed she looked at me. “How do you keep this thing so firm?” She grabbed the base and shook it at me.My cock still looked pretty good from my angle of view. I felt my mouth watering slightly as I licked my lips. I spread my legs a little and ran my fingers up and down Mary’s shaved pussy. “Does seeing me do this help?”Her eyes widened as she looked at her body lying in front of her. “Damn! I’m fucking hot.” She sat back on her feet watching me stroke myself in front of her. My cock started stiffening at the sight of her body. “It’s coming back!” She said looking down at the hardening cock between her legs.We had so many questions about our new bodies, new feelings for each other. I could see the look of desire in my face as she looked at me. She stroked my cock as I licked my fingers and slid them back between my slender thighs.I started to rub my pussy, as she watched she reached for my hand. “The spot you’re looking for is right here,” she wet her finger and slid it inside of me. When she touched this spot. I shot my hips up and moaned.“Holy shit!” I yelped as I grabbed her wrist holding it where it was. “Keep going.” Her finger massaged that spot just inside of my pussy where it sent warm tingling sensations all over me. My nipples hardened instantly, and when I pinched at one a shiver came over me as I gasped for air.Mary kept rubbing more intensely at me that my legs started shaking. I felt myself getting wetter the more she rubbed, an almost sloshing sound from the wetness as illegal bahis I felt a warm dampness between my legs flowing down to my ass. I started breathing heavier. I was struggling to catch my breath, my heart pounded. My hips bounced as I tried to slow down these feelings then, something shook me to my core.I felt the ecstatic wave of an orgasm launch through me in a way that I could never describe in my own body. Sweat started to coat my skin. Mary leaned in kissing, and sucking on my/her clit, another wave of intense heat flashed through me again.I gasped, and moaned as these waves of emotions shocked me from between my legs. Mary’s tongue licked at me, I spread my legs as far apart as I could. I grabbed her head with both hands and ground her mouth into me. My hips bucking and swaying wildly on the bed. I felt the launch of juices from my pussy that covered Mary’s face.“Holy shit!” She jumped up wiping her face off. “I’ve never done that!”“What did I do?” I asked thinking I broke her.“Squirt like that!” She licked her lips, sampling the tastes. It tastes good,” she said, pausing for a moment. “Do you think it’s because I’m in your body?”“I don’t know? I think I just had two orgasms,” I told her as I tried to regain my composure, trying to steady my breathing. I felt exhausted but didn’t want that euphoric feeling to slip away just yet. I told Mary to lay down, wrapping my fingers around my cock.I didn’t waste a second. This time taking it into my mouth, I sucked my/her cock, swirling my tongue around the head. She pushed up into me a little to far almost making me gag. I could taste the saltiness of precum on my tongue as I moved my head up and down the length as far as I could. I gently rubbed my balls causing Mary to shake a little.Her moans and movement were telling me that she was getting closer. I slid up and put my cock between my tits, squeezed them together and rubbed them up and down the length of the shaft. The warm throbbing feel of my cock between these tits was incredible. I took it back into my mouth, and resumed sucking on it.“The deeper you go the better it feels,” Mary said as her hand pushed the back of my head down further.I pushed myself back up and went down again. This time I stuck out my tongue a bit when the tip of the shaft hit the back of my mouth. I felt it pass my tonsils I gaged slightly but kept going. I could feel it stretching my throat. My nose touched my pelvis, the tip of my tongue touched her ball sack.“Oh my Gawd!” She yelled out in ecstasy. She pushed her hips up trying to get herself even deeper. “I think I’m going to cum!”Mary’s held my head down as tightly as she could. I could feel the streams of cum launching down my throat. “Holy shit! That’s awesome!” She howled. Letting go of my head, allowing me to breathe again.

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I had never in a million years thought of Mason in the romantic sense and had never thought that he would be interested in me. He had never shown any sort of interest in me before other than me being his ‘Best Friend’s’ wife. We simply contented ourselves enjoying each other’s company, sharing the same interests, and we both loved deep, meaningful conversations. We could talk for hours about anything and everything. These conversations were sometimes so intense and so full of emotion that we got to know each other on a much deeper level very quickly, and before we knew it, we were in so deep, we hadn’t even realized we were digging our own graves and were about to fall right into it.Mason came to stay over at our house for three months because of family issues and my husband RK could never say no to his best friend. Mason and I began to spend more time together and got closer. I would find myself dressing up a bit sexier around the house and wearing a little bit of makeup around Mason. As I said before in part 1, my husband RK had secretly become addicted to watching porn. I would try at night in bed to arouse RK so we could have sex. Initially, the idea of knowing that his best friend was sleeping right in the lounge kind of turned me on. The fact that he would probably be able to hear us in the bedroom. However, RK did not share my sentiment on that idea and would shoot me down, telling me that he feels uncomfortable knowing his best friend might hear us. So I gave up, and instead found myself dressing up a little sexier around Mason and wearing a little bit of makeup. It didn’t seem to faze Mason but I noticed that when I was looking completely natural in nothing but sweats, I would catch Mason staring at me in a manner that would make me blush. I also began to look at Mason with desire because I would find myself staring at Mason as he talked to me and I would stare at his lips, getting lost in them and would lower my gaze to look at his chest, then his stomach, and finally down to his constant bulge beneath those cotton shorts. I would have vivid daydreams bahis şirketleri of my hands sliding inside his shorts, stroking him, imagining what his face would look like filled with raw lust for me… My pussy would start to throb, and get hot, making me squirm… I sometimes got so lost in him that he would ask a question and I wouldn’t even blink, because my mind is on its own planet, silently conjuring up fantasies of having him.On one such occasion, I was so lost in him that I didn’t notice the sudden silence in the room. The sound of his laughter brought me flying back to the present. I immediately felt my cheeks grow hot and begin to blaze crimson pink. I had been caught in the act!I looked up at him and we locked gazes.“You are so beautiful Phoenix!”He breathed.“If only you knew how gorgeous and sexy you are.”“You are perfect in every way, from your mesmerizing eyes, to that gorgeous smile, and those absolutely adorable dimples!”“I get lost in you; Everything about you is perfect, and I find myself caught up in your spell!”“I have no idea what to do, but at the same time I want to be under that spell for as long as possible because you make me feel things I never imagined possible, and I want this amazing feeling to last forever!”“I see you wake up in the morning and you are absolutely beautiful, just like that, in nothing but your over sized T-shirt.”I blushed and lowered my gaze shyly. I had never been described like that before, by anyone. He made me feel beautiful and confident, and I realized; I had needed this so badly because I was beginning to feel neglected and unwanted by RK. Mason with his magical desire, lust, and complete adoration of me was beginning to restore my self-esteem as well as my confidence.He looked at me and said with so much of adoration:“Your husband is really stupid, because if you were mine I would never neglect you, I would always show you how special and sexy you are.”“I would dedicate my life to making sure you were treated exactly the way you deserve.”“The fact that he could ignore you, even for a minute, bahis firmaları is utterly bewildering!””You are perfect in every way and if you were mine, I wouldn’t waste a single moment of it without making you see how amazing, special and gorgeous you are. He paused for a long moment, simply staring at me in a way that made me shiver with excitement, my pussy got that familiar hot tingle I loved. He looked at me like I was the most fascinating and the most desirable woman he had ever encountered. I blushed even more under his penetrating gaze till he smiled slyly and said teasingly:“Is Phoenix actually getting shy?”“Wow, now that’s a first!”“Excuse me!”I teased back.“It’s extremely hot today and I am simply flushed from the heat!”He started laughing and I joined in, both of us enjoying this moment of closeness. Suddenly he stopped laughing and blurted out:“I think I’m in love with you Phoenix!”I whispered a response:“Kiss me Mason, please kiss me right now because if you don’t, I fear this perfect moment might become lost to us both forever!”He walked over to me, pinning me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he leaned forward, his lips inches away from mine, and he stared at them whispering softly:“Those lips of yours, especially your top lip, the way it curves up slightly when you are horny, as if you automatically know that your sexy smirk seals this deal!”“And?? Does it??”I asked quietly.He nodded.I was shaking with nervousness, my mouth was dry, my body tingled in anticipation and my pussy felt deliciously hot and tingly. I was so turned on by this moment, with this man, that I was already lost in him. All I could think about was how badly I needed him. I had to have him now no matter what because this need has taken over my entire being. I suddenly felt compelled to bridge the gap and kiss him before he changed his mind.I leaned forward and touched my lips to his. His lips were so warm and soft. I began kissing him slowly, forcing my tongue between his lips, playing with his tongue, gently, teasingly. He made a sort of groan kaçak bahis siteleri and crushed his body against mine. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, and automatically began to grind my hips against him. He groaned louder and I could feel his hardness against my stomach. God! He was turning me on like crazy! I slid my hands down his back, hooking his belt as I began to move harder against him, pulling him even closer. I moaned softly against his mouth, closing my eyes and losing myself to this moment, to this delicious feeling of pleasure, hornyness, and a hunger so deep, so deliciously mouth watering that my only reason for existing was to know the satiated feeling at the end. My entire body shuddered with electric shock waves, my pussy getting hotter with sheer pleasure and I could feel myself getting wet. Fuck! This felt fucking amazing!We continued to kiss each other hungrily, needily, licking and sucking, exploring each other’s lips and mouths. His body felt so good against mine. He was slightly taller than me and had a lean body that fit perfectly against me. I wantonly ground my hips against him, trying to get as close to him as possible so that not even a slither of space existed between us.My hands left his belt and moved down to grab his ass which was taut and perfectly rounded. I pushed right up against him and caressed his ass. Fuck! He had such a sexy ass. His hands caressed my waist, moving slowly up my sides to my tits and he cupped them, massaging them slowly, taking his fingers and softly pinching my nipples through my T-shirt, and I moaned with dizzy pleasure. My nipples immediately became taut and started rubbing against the fabric, clearly visible. Fuck! I couldn’t take this any longer, I needed him right now!I grabbed him suddenly by the hand and without a word marched him straight to my bedroom, and simply lifted my over-sized T-Shirt over my head and stood completely naked in front of him.He stared, mesmerized.“Your turn!”I whispered, suddenly getting shy again.He reacted as if on cue, slipping his top over his head, undoing his belt and buttons and sliding his shorts and boxer’s off, all in one fluid motion. I got hot with desire. He had a gorgeous cock and it was already starting to drip with pre-cum!“Oh, my fuck!” I said between gritted teeth.

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