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This is part 1 of a 2-part story, but the second part isn’t necessary in order to enjoy this one.

“This is it,” said Daye Novak, her blue eyes alight with excitement. She shoved the screen of her phone in front of Alden Gardner’s face so forcefully that he had to shift back to try to read it. “The Young Artists Exhibition,” she continued. “It’s in a month.”

Alden squinted at the screen. “It is in a month,” he replied. “That’s soon. You’re saying this is what you want to use as your exhibit? I thought you were going to do the one at the Met.”

“The Met one is 4 hours only on a Tuesday afternoon,” Daye grumbled. “This is 2 nights on a long weekend.” The corners of her lips turned up into a smile. “And it’s in Daytonaaaa,” she sing-songed.

“I know where it is, Daye. It’s kind of a big deal,” said Alden. “Are you sure you aren’t just trying to go to the beach?”

“It doesn’t hurt that it’s at the beach, but that’s not the only reason,” said Daye. “I want to go because it’s the best and I want to be the best.”

Alden removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

“And you’re the best,” Daye persisted.

Alden exhaled laughter through his nostrils and looked around the art studio at her most recent paintings. “You’re a pest,” he smiled. “You’re right about YAE. It’s a lot of good exposure and your artwork would be a big hit.”

Daye pumped her fist in premature celebration.

“But it’s nearly impossible to get into,” said Alden, “especially a month before the exhibit. Daye, young artists vie for a showcase over a year ahead. And you-know-who is the one who schedules it.”

“Oh,” said Daye, “you mean what’s-her-face with the hipster glasses?”

“Kalinda Sandusky-Caligino,” Alden affirmed ceremoniously.

“But don’t you know her? Can’t you pull some strings?” asked Daye.

Alden laughed nervously. “Well, I know her, but…”

“But?” pressed Daye.

“But I don’t know her THAT well,” Alden explained.

Daye widened her eyes. “She lives in your apartment building, Mr. Gardner. You sure you can’t pull some strings?” She swiveled back and forth on her heels, playing with a strand of her brown hair in a way Alden never quite knew how to take.

“You know you’re dangerous, right?” said Alden. “I’ll try,” he relented as he walked away toward the door of the art studio.

“You’re the best,” Daye called out.

Alden laughed quietly to himself. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

He knew he had to try. Alden wasn’t usually one to take on students. His own early career had brought him great success, beginning in the studio and eventually leading to concepts for movies and TV. He could now pick and choose assignments and those assignments usually didn’t include teaching anyone. But, when a costume designer named Gabby Novak put her daughter’s artwork in front of him, Alden saw potential he rarely saw. It didn’t hurt that she was willing to pay him well for instructing Daye.

Like many artists, Daye didn’t immediately take to concentrated instruction, but Alden pushed her, and eventually she was more open to guidance. For the most part, she was easy to teach, enjoyable to be around, escort with a good sense of humor. By now, he had instructed her in painting and design for 2 years. The result of that instruction was a body of artwork that would easily outshine anyone else who was applying for scholarships that year.

Alden resolved to be a better instructor than some of the teachers he had when he was young. At 47, he had a lot of experience to pull from, and he recognized that not every lesson he had to impart was directly related to painting and design. His career had consumed his younger years, taking him down some difficult roads. He married in his young 20s and was divorced before he had reached 30 years old. He parted ways with a lot of good friends to satisfy his ambitions. For all the success Alden had earned, he hadn’t been as good to others along the way as he could have been. He didn’t want it to take 29 years for Daye to learn that lesson.

– – –

“I don’t know why you’re still asking,” said Kalinda Sandusky-Caligino as she shook her head, her dyed-red, perfectly bobbed hair colliding with the thick, sky blue frames of her hipster glasses. “It’s in a month. I don’t know what you think I can do at this point.”

“Kalinda,” Alden insisted, blocking the front door of the apartment building. “Kalinda.”

“What, Alden?”

“I happen to know you keep a position open until the last minute,” he said.

“I do no such—”

“Kalinda?”

“Fine. Yes. Okay, I do, but what makes your student right for my exhibit?” She lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag.

“Her artwork,” Alden shrugged. “You’ve seen it. You know. And you know the exhibit will be better with her art in it.”

“Look,” said Kalinda, as she let a trail of smoke escape her lips, “No doubt she’s talented.”

“And she belongs in that show,” Alden persisted.

Kalinda stopped and looked him in the eye. “Perhaps.”

“You’ve been in this business as long as I have,” said Alden. “You know how important a show like this can be. Daye is ready.”

She paused to consider. “You really believe in her.”

“Yes.”

“And you vouch for her work.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re willing to do what it takes to see her succeed.”

“Yes,” said Alden. “Anything.”

Kalinda threw her cigarette down and ground it out with her shoe. She looked up at Alden and smiled. “You’re buying me dinner.”

Alden smiled back. “Do you like Italian?”

– – –

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Kalinda called out to the darkened bedroom. Alden could taste the red wine aroma that emanated from her lips. Her gawdy red nails ran down the center of his back. “Mmm, yes. Fuck me!” she spurred him on, breathing out dirty talk over the sound of rustling sheets and slippery skin. “I have your opening right here.”

If the double meaning was intentional, it was perfectly timed comedy. Alden didn’t want to risk laughing at the wrong moment, so he pressed his lips tightly to the nipple of Kalinda’s right breast and then forcefully thrust deep into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Kalinda screamed. “Yes! Fill me with your cock!”

He plunged into her again and again, picking up his pace. escort istanbul With each push, pleasure coursed through Kalinda and she cheered him on, encouraging his continued motion. “Your dick feels so good in my cunt. Violate me, you fucking stud.”

Somehow, it had the desired effect. Alden found himself bucking wildly against her, driving his hard rod deep into her and satisfying her dripping, hot pussy. “Fuck yes,” he heard himself say aloud. “Take my dick, slut.”

Kalinda called out again “Yes! Fill me. Give me your hard—”

Alden stopped her lips with his, plunging his tongue between them and battling her tongue within their joined mouths. Her hands grasped his ass and pulled him even tighter against her hips. She parted from his kiss to pant as she rose to orgasm, shouting again, this time in incoherent sounds that didn’t quite form words. Her pussy was clamped tight on his cock, raising his own arousal to orgasm levels.

Alden grunted as he shot his load into her.

Naked, sweaty and breathing heavily, their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. “Well,” said Kalinda, “that was certainly more than dinner.”

– – –

Fresh from the shower that following morning, Alden toured Kalinda’s apartment. Much like her fashion sense, the décor was every artsy urban fad on display, but her studio was in sharp contrast to that. Kalinda was a talented artist when she could avoid the pitfalls and tropes of the city’s art groupies. The work, which was sculpture and oils, showed originality. There was a reason she has been entrusted with some of the country’s leading exhibitions.

Kalinda finally emerged from her bedroom, yawning and scratching her head through her unnaturally red hair. She wore Alden’s button-down shirt and nothing else, a surprisingly conventional morning-after choice.

“Comfortable?” Alden asked?

“Satisfied,” she answered. Then, looking him up and down, she amended “for now.”

The light coming through the windows gave him a better look at his…acquaintance, associate, sexual something-or-other. For all her garish decoration, she was still a woman, equipped with everything necessary to entice a man under the right conditions. She was neither thin nor overweight. What extra weight she did carry was in reasonable portions and placement for a woman in her late forties. Her breasts were slightly larger than average, and he could see them sag naturally behind the thin material of his shirt. She rounded at her hips and her bare thighs were the ample fare of someone who didn’t have much time for exercise. The sloppy job she did buttoning his shirt revealed the small but untended patch of hair between her legs, which…did not match the curtains.

She was wearing those stupid thick glasses again and Alden wondered why he was even there. Kalinda was definitely not his type, and he definitely had no romantic feelings toward her, nor she, he suspected, toward him. And yet, as his eyes traveled down her barely hidden form, he could feel himself getting hard. The excitement of their current arrangement was doing the trick.

He approached and grabbed the glasses from her face in a quick motion, beykoz escort pressing his mouth to hers in a lust-filled kiss. She kissed him back with the same ferocity. Pretense and subterfuge were vanishing. Alden suspected that Kalinda was on to his motive for sleeping with her, was okay with the game, and was turned on by it. Somehow, that made it hotter and dirtier.

He unbuttoned the few properly completed buttons of the shirt she wore, letting it fall open. His hands ran down over her nipples so that they hardened with his touch. Kalinda fumbled at Alden’s zipper, going after her prize like it would get away if she didn’t seize it soon. Once she did, she knelt, with Alden’s erect cock firmly in her hand. Her lips teased the tip, and she wetted them with the slick pre-cum of his arousal.

She slid her lips over his shaft, sucking on his dick as though she’d hungered for it for a long while. Perhaps she had, Alden thought. As her saliva dripped down his pole onto his balls, it occurred to him that perhaps he’d hungered for this too in a way. His intention was to convince Kalinda to give Daye the open spot at the YAE and, as soon as the opportunity arose, he decided that sex was the best way to do that. Not one other method of persuasion crossed his mind. Alden had to admit to himself that there was some perverse part of himself who wanted this as much as Kalinda did.

Humming moans escaped her and mixed with wet, slippery sounds as she serviced Alden’s dick. Her submissive posture in this act was not lost on either of them. It heightened the experience until their sexual desire became too much to hold back. Kalinda rose to her feet and kissed Alden again.

He turned her toward the thick, wooden dining room table and she bent at the waist, her pussy on display, glistening with anticipation as she leant over the table. Alden lined up his cock, still dripping with Kalinda’s saliva, and pushed into her waiting hole. He fucked her as hard as he could, holding tightly to her hips. “Ohhhh, fuck!” he shouted. “This feels so fucking good.”

“Yes!” shouted Kalinda, her tits pressed against the surface of the table, her pussy drilled again and again by Alden. “Give me what I want!”

Alden smacked her ass with his palm. “You want this?”

“Yes. Fuck yes!” she exclaimed. “I want it. Give it to me.”

“Give me what I want,” said Alden.

Kalinda smiled, recalling their conversation outside the apartment the evening before. “Anything,” she answered.

For all her dirty talk, that one word was the hottest thing she had said to him. “You know what I want,” he replied, driving his dick deep into her pussy and holding it there. “Do we have an agreement?”

Kalinda panted, a smile of mischief and pleasure on her face. It confirmed his suspicions. She understood his motivation from the beginning and used it to her own advantage.

Alden drove hard into her again. “Do we?”

He started pumping hard and fast into her, not letting up. “Do we have an agreement?” He could feel the pressure building inside him, traveling the length of him as he fucked Kalinda. Her pussy was tensing again, and Alden could no longer contain himself.

“Yesssss!” she screamed in ecstasy and Alden released at the same time. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

Alden remained inside her, reeling from his explosive orgasm.

Kalinda fought to catch her breath. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, we do.”

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Envy

November can be unpredictable in these parts, and while our original plan was to take a nice long walk along the waterfront, the clear skies quickly turned black, and rain began to pour, forcing us to take cover in the lobby of an art gallery.

As we stood in the lobby looking out to the rain drops bouncing off of the pavement of the parking lot, drops of water fell from our rain-soaked coats onto the floor where we stood creating a ring-shaped puddle around our feet.

We looked at each other and laughed at the sorry sight that we were.

“I don’t think this is going to let up for a while,” I said, wishing that I had taken the umbrella out of the trunk of my car before setting out on our walk, “Why don’t we go into the gallery while we wait this out?”

“That could be fun!” She said as we both turned to head up the stairs into the gallery where a new art exhibit had just opened the day prior.

As she walked up the stairs ahead of me I watched her nicely shaped buttocks which was tightly wrapped in a pair of black yoga pants. The material hugged her curves in a way that showed off her beautiful figure without coming off as slutty. As she climbed the stairs she removed her coat which was heavy with rain water, but the form fitting t-shirt below was surprisingly dry. As she turned on a landing before heading up the next short flight of stairs, I felt a warmth building inside me as I admired her profile from her right side.

The little pink t-shirt stretched over her breasts, and clung tightly to her abdomen, and the bottom hem fell short of meeting the band of her yoga pants, offering a sexy glimpse of her soft, white skin.

She shook her hand through her auburn coloured hair, spraying a mist of water around her as she continued up the stairs.

As we entered the gallery, she set her coat on the back of a folding chair, and she pressed her hand into mine. Our fingers interlaced as we walked across the creaky wooden floors of the gallery sending a tingle through my body.

Though we had been getting together regularly for the last two months, we weren’t really dating. Our relationship was largely sexual, and was mostly contained between the walls of my bedroom, so we had never talked about things like love, or partnership, and we certainly hadn’t held hands in a public place as we were doing then.

Though I had no desire to move toward an actual relationship, the feeling of her soft, thin hand in mine, stirred feelings in me that I didn’t want to entertain at the time, but those feelings were causing a hardening between my legs as we wandered the gallery.

As far as I could tell, the exhibit lacked a formal theme – unless the theme was a group of local artists from various disciplines, and a wide range of styles piling their work into the two large rooms of the gallery in a disjointed, and uncoordinated fashion.

Still, the patchwork of colours had an interesting effect, and as rain continued to knock against the windows of the gallery, it was a nice way to pass the time.

Her grip on my hand tightened as we approached one particularly large painting. Stopping in front of it, she turned and looked at me with her large green eyes, and smiled.

“It is beautiful!” She said, “It is kinda vaginal though, maslak escort don’t you think?”

I stepped back a little for a better view of the painting which was of a large, pinkish-red flower in full bloom. I don’t know flowers well, so I had no idea what type of flower it was supposed to be, but she was right, there was certainly a sexy, vaginal quality to the folds of the petals on the flower. If it was intentional, it was very well done, and if not, it was certainly a happy accident.

“It makes me think of how amazing you are at licking my pussy,” she whispered in my ear.

There was no need to whisper, as we were the only people in the gallery, but the feeling of her hot breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear further hardened my already throbbing cock.

We continued through the exhibit, taking in the wide range of water colours, oils, sketches, and even a few small sculptures which were encased in glass boxes in the centre of the gallery. After we had seen the entire exhibit we found ourselves back in front of the painting which we now jokingly referred to as the “pussy-flower.”

Again her fingers tightened around my own, and she smiled at me as she said that the painting made her horny. Then she tugged on my arm and said “Let’s go.”

We exited the gallery and were heading down the hallway toward the stairs. We didn’t reach the stairs however as when we were passing the door to the men’s room, she pushed into me with her shoulder, and said “Let’s slip in here.”

The large door slowly closed behind us, and we were alone in an empty, and surprisingly clean public washroom.

She tugged on my arm again, and pulled me toward one of the stalls.

Once inside, she closed and locked the door before pressing her lips to mine. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, and her breathing became heavy.

“I hope you don’t mind, but that painting has me so distracted. All I can think about is how incredible it feels with your lips and tongue on my pussy,” she said as she pushed my hand into her yoga pants.

She wasn’t wearing panties, and as my hand slid lower I could feel her swollen, soaking wet lips, and she moaned softly.

“So, I thought maybe I could thank you for how wonderfully you treat my pussy by giving you a blow job,” her green eyes looked deeply into mine.

“Here?” I asked, somewhat surprised at her suggestion.

“Why not? There’s nobody here, I’m horny as hell, and you sir, are hard as a rock,” she said as her hand rested on the front of my pants.

Though not convinced that this was a good place to carry out such an act, the feeling of her hand tightening on my hard manhood as she again kissed me deeply, convinced me that I should just let go, and enjoy the moment.

She undid my belt buckle, unzipped my pants and let them fall around my ankles as she lowered herself to her knees.

It took everything I had to not moan loudly as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. Slowly she swirled her tongue around my cock head as she looked up at me with those intoxicating green eyes.

As she treated my cock head to a wonderful tongue massage, she began slowly stroking my shaft with one hand, and with the other she gently fondled my balls.

I üsküdar escort moaned. I thought I had moaned softly, but the sound bounced off the steel walls of the stall, and I tensed briefly, again wondering if we should be doing what we were doing, in the place we were doing it in.

She coated my cock in saliva as she began taking my full length deep into her mouth. With her thumb and her index finger she circled my cock and stroked me as she bobbed her head up and down on my hardness.

I placed a hand on her still rain-soaked hair, causing a muffled groaning sound to escape her cock-filled mouth.

With my hand on her head, she increased her pace, sucking and stroking with a controlled rhythm that created a sensation that words simply cannot describe.

My head was lost in the moment until I heard the door to the restroom open. She heard it as well, causing us both to freeze. Neither of us moved. She didn’t even pull my cock out of her mouth, and we tried to remain as silent as we could.

The person that had entered the restroom, used a urinal, and left without washing his hands – or noticing the four feet on the floor of our little stall.

As the door began closing behind him, she resumed her sucking and stroking. I wanted desperately to have her stand up so that I could slide my cock inside her wetness, but it was clear that she wanted to suck me until I exploded.

Suddenly she pulled my hard shaft from her mouth and looked up and me.

“This isn’t exactly comfortable,” she laughed and she stood up and sat on the toilet seat and turned me around to face her.

Once she was comfortable in the seated position, she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock and began stroking me. As she stroked she leaned in and licked the length of my shaft, leaving behind a trail of thick, warm saliva which she used to lubricate my cock as she stroked it.

I put both of my hands on her head as she was once again taking me fully into her mouth.

“Mmm hmmm,” she moaned with my cock still in her mouth, “Yeah, fuck my face.”

I held her head tightly as I began thrusting in and out of her mouth which was opened widely creating an extraordinarily stimulating loose, wet opening for my cock to slip in and out of. As stimulating as it was, I wanted to again feel her mouth wrapped tightly around my shaft. I grabbed a clump of her hair in my right hand, and I pushed hard on the back of her head with my other hand, and with a groan of excitement, her mouth tightened around my cock, and she sucked tightly as I continued to fuck her glorious mouth, just as I had her pussy before we had gotten out of bed that morning.

I was getting close to exploding, and from each of us, the moans and grunts were becoming louder, neither of us any longer concerned with the possibility of being caught.

My shaft hardened further, and my balls tensed as the explosion began. She drove my cock deep into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue pressing on the underside of my shaft as pulse after pulse of my hot, sticky fluid drove toward the opening of her throat.

She sucked tightly around my shaft as she slowly pulled my still throbbing member out of her mouth. She paused as the head of my cock was slipping from bjk escort her lips and she ran her tongue over, and over the sensitive slit in my cock causing me to moan with satisfaction once again.

She smiled as she stood up and our eyes met.

“Was that a nice thank you for all of the times you have made my pussy explode with your wonderful mouth?” She asked as she kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing in my mouth.

“It certainly was,” I said with a smile, “Now let’s get you back to my place so I can put my mouth to work on you.”

“Why can’t you do that here?” she asked teasingly.

“Well…uhh..I suppose I …..”

Before I could finish she began pulling down her tight pants, revealing her hard, well toned lower body. She reached over my shoulder to place her pants on the hook on the stall door, before she stood on the toilet, placing her feet on either side of the toilet seat which spread her legs nicely.

I lowered my hand to her steaming wetness and gently stroked a finger back and forth along her clit. Her hands clung to the tops of the walls on either side of the stall, and she moaned as I slid my finger inside her.

My finger massaged her favourite spot as I kissed my way down her body, while my other hand massaged her right breast. When I reached her crotch, which she always kept shaved bald, I kissed the area around her swollen, pink lips as I increased the pace with my finger.

An excited yelp escaped her lips as my tongue found her wet lips, and I began flicking her clit with my tongue.

“Oh God yes, lick my pussy. Oh please lick my pussy the way that you do,” she said while breathing heavily.

Slowly I lengthened the strokes of my tongue, running it from her clit all the way to the bottom of her pussy, gently and playfully flicking her anus before returning to her gloriously damp lips.

I reached behind her with both of my hands so that I could hold her hard ass while pressing her pussy into my face. She responded by gently grinding herself into me as my tongue darted around her.

Her dampness increased as she continued to grind, and my tongue dove as deeply inside her as it could. I playfully applied pressure to her clit with a sucking action, and she yelped, more loudly this time as her body began to tremor slightly as she built toward an orgasm.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, just like that, I am so close,” she whispered.

I worked my tongue against her swollen pussy and brought my right hand back around so that I could slide two fingers deep inside her.

She let go of the stall wall on her right side and held my head tightly, grinding hard into my face as her body tensed and began to shake before a wave of warm fluid began flowing over my open mouth. I drove my fingers deeper inside her and she moaned loudly as her body again began to shake and she released another orgasmic wave upon me.

Our movements stopped and we both remained still for a few moments before she climbed down from the toilet and put her pants back on.

We exited the stall, and like school kids trying to sneak out of a place they should not have been, we opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hallway. After confirming the coast was clear, we quickly exited the restroom and made our way down the stairs.

In the lobby, a gallery worker smiled at us, and said “Careful, it’s wet out there today!”

“It was pretty wet in there too,” she whispered to me as we exited the building, both smiling and giggling at our rainy day adventure.

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I was working on a project the other day in my office when one of the secretaries, who I’d been hot for for awhile, emailed me asking if she could come over to report an injury.Of course, being the professional that I am, I told her to come over and let me take a look. She asked if I was alone since she said it was an embarrassing injury and didn’t want anyone else to see. “Your privates- I mean privacy- is always safe here” I said nervously over the phone. Shit I thought to myself. I really fucked that one up. I hope she didn’t notice what I said. I’m sure she did.

When she got to my office I was taken aback by her gorgeous eyes, large firm breasts, and perfect ass that her jeans hugged so well. What I’d give to be a pair of jeans. One thing I noticed though was that she didn’t appear to be hurt or anything so I assumed she’s gotten a paper cut or some other BS.

“Hi” she said. “I feel really dumb reporting this injury because I was being really clumsy and hurt myself. You look really busy so I won’t bother you with it.”

“Nonsense. Safety is our number 1 priority here and I’m never too busy to help” I said in the typical trained safety guy response. “Just close the door behind you and tell me what happened.”

When she sat down in the cair across from me the neck of her shirt was so low I could almost see-Stop looking escort bayan idiot! She can totally tell you’re staring at her tits- “So how can I help you?”

“Well… I was filing some paperwork and I dropped a folder. When I went to bend over and pick it up I caught the corner of the drawer on…well…uh.. my chest. I told you it was stupid, I’ll just go and suck it up.”

“No wait. It’s company policy that we investigate every accident and I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t. Would you mind if I examined your injury?” I was trying my hardest-no pun intended- to be professional but I could already feel my dick starting to swell in my pants.

“That will be fine but just please don’t tell anyone else. I’d hate for them to think I’m a clutz.”

She took her shirt off and revealed a pink silk bra with lace around the edges that was like a picture from a victoria’s secret catalogue. “Can you help me get this undone, I’m not very good at taking these off” she said. By now my pants were bulging so much it looked a snake had crawled in my zipper and was trying to escape down my leg.

As I went behind her to unclip her bra her hand slid up my leg and grabbed the denim serpent. I jumped back in disbelief landing in the chair she had been sitting in before.

“I didn’t really get hurt but I’ve been tuzla escort watching you watch me and I know that you want me.”

“Uh..oh.. you saw that?” I asked as I could feel my speech falter.

“Let me show you what I’ve been thinking about you.” She knealt down in front of me with her voluptuous mounds resting on my leg and unzipped my pants. Reaching into my boxers my stiff rod popped out like a jack-in-the-box ready to receive her plump lips.

She immediately started stroking my cock with her big doe eyes burning at me with a need to be extinguished. As she gripped my shaft she wrapped me in her juicy mouth and took me all the way in. She gagged as she went down but refused to stop as my tip caressed her tonsils. I was almost going to cum when she looked up at me with her mascara smeared eyes and said ” Fuck me baby.”

I immediately grabbed her and threw her on top of my desk, sending paperwork and pens flying to the floor. I ripped her jeans and panties off of her like a lion tears flesh from it’s prey. Her slit was dripping and I licked the sweet nectar as I felt her legs wrap around my head driving my face deep into her love canal. I tongued her hole and worked my way up to her clit. Just then she started to moan and her legs quivered. I flicked her clit with my tongue harder and she squeezed my head findikzade esc so hard with her legs I thought I might pass out. Just then I felt her cum as her love juice shot out of her like a flash flood.

“FUCK ME NOW!” she screamed as she grabbed my hair to pull me back up. My cock still throbbing, I stood up and kissed her as she licked her cum from my lips. I slid into her tight void and she let out another moan. I began pumping her slow, letting her feel every inch of my meat. I bent over and bit her nipple and I continued to slowly pound her into extasy. I felt her tightening up even harder and I knew she was going to explode again so stuffed her tip to ball faster. “Harder baby, give it all to me!” she said with total dsregard for anyone who might be walking by. Just then she started rubbing her clit and I fucked her with everything that I got. She came so hard she almost pushed me out of her. I could feel my balls starting to flinch and I could tell I was about to cum. “I’m gonna cum baby” I said as I squeezed her hips tighter than before. She pushed me out right as I was going to cum and got down on her knees. She look up at me again and grabbed my ass, shoving my cock all the way down her throat. I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed it all without flinching.

As we both got dressed she looked over to me and said “I guess sometimes sex is the best medicine. I feel much better” With that she was gone.

I’ll never forget that one day that made the rest of my career in a boring job worthwhile. From the way she was walking the next day, she didn’t forget either…

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River spent most of her time outdoors. There were few indoor places that she really wanted to be. When she had to be home, she hid in her room with a book and headphones on, trying not to hear her parents fighting. She could barely remember times that they weren’t fighting. The woods around her house were more her home.

She did have friends—well, primarily one friend. Alice. They would explore together on their bikes: sometimes into town, sometimes along the deer paths in the forest, sometimes up the foothills towards the mountains, sometimes down to the river. They had met when the two were thirteen, in art class at the middle school. Alice was new and River was lonely. They both enjoyed alone time, but it became evident very quickly that they preferred each other’s company to anybody else’s. They would visit each other’s houses and make crafts or write plays that they would perform. They lived in a fantasy world, far past the age that most people do. They would make costumes out of leaves and prepare feasts of inedible wild berries.

When River was sixteen, Alice convinced her to let her dye her hair. Alice’s hair was very dark, and to dye it any color would require an ocean of bleach. River’s hair, however, was a light blonde that turned even lighter in the summer. They made an afternoon of it, playing records in the background while Alice rubbed dye in her hair. The color was lavender, and they both laughed when it was done, as River spun in circles, her shoulder-length hair flying, sending little droplets of purple all over her bathroom.

They let the color fade down until her hair was long and had only tips of purple. She was seventeen now.

They both excelled at school, but would play hooky sometimes if it was an exceptionally beautiful day and the earth was calling them. It was their senior year, and it was autumn, and the trees were on fire, and they could barely sit in their classrooms.

It was after a day spent quietly by the river, lying on rocks, leaves falling around them, that they got the news. Alice’s family was moving again, this time to Japan. 6,600 miles away. Wordlessly, they grabbed their bikes and rode up the hills, climbing higher than they ever had before. They finally stopped, exhausted, to drink water and rest by the side of the road. Alice cried. They held each other.

A few weeks later, River helped Alice’s family load their things into a moving van. They didn’t promise to write or to stay in touch—it didn’t need to be said. They sat on a mattress in a moving van, frozen in this afternoon. River ran her hands through Alice’s hair and hummed a song they had made up.

That night, River snuck out of her house and walked to the clearing in the trees nearby. She laid down her blanket and spread out on it. She watched the stars. “Alone again,” she murmured. Sleep came sooner than she expected.

For her eighteenth birthday, she blew out a candle on a cupcake and got to listen to her parents fight about her future. College seemed so far off. All she wanted was the woods. If she had to pick a career, park ranger seemed the closest to something that would actually fulfill her. But she thought seriously about just surviving somewhere—bringing some seeds and tools and foraging and living in the woods. Alone. She was meant to be alone, she supposed.

It was the dead of winter and the fact that she was an adult now meant nothing to her. Later that evening, she lay in her bed, trying to drown out the yelling with her heaviest music, but everything felt hopeless. What was the point of going to sleep? Going on in general? The only person who had ever really loved her was gone, and the possibility of seeing her again was so distant, so vague, that it didn’t seem real.

This was it. She couldn’t take anymore. She grabbed her backpacking gear and began to pack. Warm clothes, light clothes—she didn’t know how long she’d be gone. A few books. The stuffed deer that Alice had sewed her. The necklace they had made together, one for each of them: a felted acorn on a cord. A journal. She tiptoed to the panty and took what she could—nuts, dried fruit, canned beans, granola bars, bread—enough for now. She had money from walking dogs and could buy more food when she came across it.

She sat on her bed, eyes closed. What was missing? This almost felt right. But there was something…she lay down and searched the ceiling. Then it occurred to her, and she made her way to the bathroom. Grabbing her scissors, she cut her hair back to shoulder length. Searching in her cabinet for what was left of that old dye, she followed the instructions and rested while it soaked in. She took what was probably the last shower she would have for a while, and then slept, setting her alarm for sunrise.

When the alarm went off, she jumped out of bed, feeling more rested than she had since she and Alice would sleep together, curled into a ball. She left a note in the kitchen saying that she was safe, but she had to leave. Pulling a fleece-lined escort şişli hat on over her short lavender hair, she wrapped herself in warm clothes and took off into the snowy wilderness, her necklace nestled under her sweater, scarf, and coat.

She walked until the sun was high overhead. She still knew where she was—she had crossed the iced-over river, and was skirting along the edges of the nearest mountain—but if she kept going at this pace, she would be out of her depth by tomorrow. That was fine by her. She built a fire and sat by it quietly, eating baked beans from a can. She wrote in her journal, noting all the birds she had observed and musing on the silence of winter, with all the insects dead or quiet.

She slept in her tent that night, covered in long underwear, wool socks, and a fleece hat. It was peaceful.

When the sun rose in the morning, she packed up and went on her way again. This land was less familiar to her—she knew generally where she was, thanks to her map and compass, but hadn’t been here before. When she came to a stream, she cracked the ice and filtered water into her bottles.

She was sitting, pumping, watching the water flow through the filter’s tube, when she heard a sound in the woods behind her. She turned her head quickly to see a stag observing her. He was clearly aware of her, but also exhibited a nonchalance that made her smile. He munched on the bark from a branch, keeping a lazy eye on her. She had always wished she could talk to animals and have them be her companions, her friends. Without really knowing what she was doing, she began to walk closer to the stag, a gentle hand outreached. He didn’t run away, but looked at her almost knowingly. She was close enough to touch him, but instead sank to her knees and reached out her hands, seeing if he would come to her. After a long moment, he leaned his head down and nuzzled her hands. Her laughter was quiet but full of innocent delight.

He looked into her eyes and stamped his foot gently, turning away purposefully, and looking back at her again. It seemed imaginary, the way he was so clearly indicating that she should follow him. But she had always been quick to fall to imagination. She finished pumping water while he waited, and then she trailed after him. They walked all day, her attention so fixed on the stag that she lost complete track of where they were.

Was this real? Was it getting warmer even though the sun was going down? She began to shed items of clothing, moving on as though in a trance. Like stop-motion photography of winter turning to spring, the snow melted around her, and green grew up in abundance. She had to stop to change out of her long underwear, and the stag waited patiently for her. Newly clad in brown hemp shorts and a grey tank top, she followed him into the unknown again.

This land didn’t look anything like what she knew. The earth was incredibly rich, almost volcanic, and the plants were seemed more tropical, or at least temperate, compared to her hardy New England flora. This was seeming more and more like a dream by the moment. Had she gone entirely off the deep end? Did it matter?

Darkness seemed to be taking forever to fall. The sunset sat stubbornly in the sky like a child who doesn’t want to leave a playdate. They reached the top of a mountain, without her even realizing that they had been climbing a mountain. Luminous colors painted the view below—definitely not New England. She was in some kind of gentle jungle.

She didn’t pitch her tent that night. She slept under the stars, curled up with her companion.

Dawn broke and she awoke to find herself resting alone. She looked around and her heart jumped at the sight of a young man sitting on the peak of the mountain, legs dangling over a rock at the edge. His skin was a light brown, almost like the fur of the stag. His hair was a jumble of almond-colored curls. But what really struck her was his nudity. She stared at him for a while, looked around for her animal friend, and then stared at him for a while longer.

Finally, she crept over to where he was and stood a little ways behind him. “Hello?” she said tentatively.

He turned around to smile at her. His eyes were large and expressive, with long eyelashes. His irises were amber and a dark brown that looked like the soil. He was beautiful.

“Hello,” he said, still smiling as though speaking to an old friend.

“Do…do I know you?” she stammered.

He reached out a hand, which she took instinctively. He guided her to sit next to him. She blushed at being so close to his naked body but tried to keep her eyes level with his.

“We’ve been traveling together,” he said, confirming what she hadn’t dared to wonder.

“But…how?”

“This isn’t where you are from. Life works differently here. We can be all forms. I visit your world sometimes. I was drawn to you. I could tell you were lost. That you needed a home. So I brought you here.”

“I wasn’t lost. I had bostancı escort a compass.”

“Not that sort of lost.”

She wasn’t sure what to say. Their hands were still touching. She did feel…at peace here.

“Is this your home?” she asked, awash with curiosity.

“Not quite. We’re on our way. I live by that waterfall,” he said, pointing down below, where she could see a magnificent waterfall catching the light of the sunrise. “I think you will like it.”

They sat together in silence for a while. The air was sweet here. She felt like it was holding her, wrapping her in its warmth. When the sun finally broke free of the horizon, he stood up, pulling her up with him. She started for her backpack to find food, but he shook his head and indicated for her to look overhead. The trees above them were heavy with fruit. He climbed up and picked some. They were sweet, fresh, and filling. She closed her eyes while she bit into them and felt absolute bliss.

Soon they made their way down the mountain, towards his home. They walked all day, stopping only to eat fruit from the trees. There were so many different kinds, and she was delighted by every new one. He encouraged her to drink water straight from the streams. It tasted pure.

It was sunset again by the time they reached his home. She gasped when she saw it: a huge, multi-story treehouse alongside the waterfall. The vapor from the waterfall cast rainbows across her vision, and she reached for his hand. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand.

The sun shot streamers of violent light into the sky, holding on for dear life as it sunk into the treeline. He jumped into the pool at the base of the falls and gestured for her to follow him. Without thinking of modesty—perhaps because she had gotten used to his bare form—she stripped off her clothes, completely bare besides her delicate necklace, and slipped into the cool water, her slight frame enveloped by its healing ripples. They swam together, cleansing their bodies of sweat and dirt. Her light violet hair shimmered. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was lithe but powerful, like the stag. His face held so much gentleness and kindness.

They floated together in the water as the stars began to come out.

“Why me?” she asked, simply.

He held her hand again. “You’re pure of heart. You belong here.”

It was her turn to smile at him.

Finally, they climbed out of the water, and she left her clothes on the ground without a thought. They climbed into the treehouse, up to the very top, where the roof was only slats with space between to see the messy splatter of stars. There was a soft bed, made of a substance that felt almost like moss. He had a quilt that seemed out of place—he explained that he had found it abandoned on one of his excursions to her world. They curled up together under the quilt, exhausted from their journey, but wide awake with excitement and appreciation of the life all around them.

Their hands played under the cover, exploring the ridges of each other’s knuckles and the softness of each other’s palms. Their bodies were so close, so warm, trembling with life. As he ran his fingers lightly over her sensitive palm, he pressed his lips to hers. Kissing him was like drinking sunlight. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues had a wordless conversation. He moved his mouth down her neck as his hands spread her arms out, touching their tender undersides. She whimpered as he found her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. He held her arms down gently as he explored her collarbones and chest with his searching tongue.

She had never experienced anything like this before. Not even a kiss. And this was everything, all at once. It felt perfect.

He let go of her arms to move farther down the bed, and she quickly moved her hands to touch him, feeling the soft hair on his forearms and across his chest. She followed the hair down to his bellybutton but he moved down out of reach with a smile. Spreading her legs apart, he kissed her inner thigh, starting from her knee and moving higher and higher, before switching to the other one. She was wet and aching for him. He moved up to kiss her one more time, his hard cock brushing against her wetness, before sinking down between her legs with a purposeful lick.

She sighed with lust. The stars felt like they were massaging her whole body, while his tongue darted around her swollen clit. She couldn’t take how good it felt, and wrapped her legs around him with a pathetic whimper. He traced around her every fold before slipping his tongue inside her, eliciting a moan. He kissed his way back up to her clit and watched her raptured face while he pressed a finger into her tight virginity. She gasped as he slid it deeper inside her, opening her up. He found her g-spot and tapped against it, making her cry out, her back arching in shock.

Running his other hand lightly across her sensitive breasts, he swirled nişantaşı bayan escort around her clit and probed inside her. River was drowning in some sort of blanket of pleasure, and yet she felt lifted up at the same time. The stars beat down on her and she opened her eyes wide to take it all in. Her body began to shake and the pleasure ran through her blood, filling her with what felt like a combination of liquid star silver and fresh orange fruit. She couldn’t tell if she was screaming or absolutely silent. Her hips were rocking back and forth against him, but she froze as the sensation of his touch paralyzed her and filled her body with a feeling that felt so wonderful it was almost painful. Was she crying? Her orgasm erased her from reality for what felt like hours.

When she came to, he was lying next to her on the bed, holding her. She turned to him and they kissed with quiet rapture.

She pulled away just for a moment—”I love you,” she whispered.

He kissed her back. He didn’t need to say it. They fell asleep together.

The sun came timidly into the sky the next morning, washing everything with the palest blue. They awoke at the same time.

Silently, they climbed down the treehouse to the pool. The roar of the waterfall was a comforting constant. They swam again, and it was like a purifying ritual. River could feel all of her burdens that still remained wash away. She felt like a leaf in the water.

After drying off in the sun, he suggested they go exploring and climb the next mountain over. She laughed with surprise and delight when he transformed into a massive wild cat, and indicated that she should sit on his back. She held on tight as he padded through the jungle, splashing through streams. She rubbed his ears and he purred as he climbed higher and higher. When they reached the scraggly rocks near the peak, he turned into a man again, and they scaled it together. They lay in the sun, feeling the wind evaporate their sweat.

When the heat of the high sun on their bare skin grew too strong, they went back under the cooling trees. They picked and ate fruit, throwing pits playfully at each other. They set off again, and came across a beautiful fallen tree, covered in moss—a whole ecosystem built on death. They explored it together, touching the mushrooms and the lichen.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, pressing their naked bodies together. She shivered with desire. He ran his fingers up and down her arms, stopping finally to massage her neck and kiss her. She felt him grow hard against her as they kissed, his strong hands kneading her soft skin. He pulled away for a moment and looked deep into her eyes. He twirled her lavender hair in his fingers and tucked it lovingly behind her ear. His other hand found its way between her legs. He smiled when he felt how wet she was. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted him, all of him.

He kissed her once more and then firmly turned her away from him, pressing her back down until her chest was resting on the fallen tree. He rubbed her behind teasingly as she ached for him. Spreading her legs apart purposefully, he rubbed his thick head against her wetness. She moaned. This was so animalistic, so raw, so pure. She just wanted to give herself over to him completely. This was all she wanted.

He groaned lustfully as he pressed into her. She could feel her body opening, accepting him. There was some discomfort, but mostly just the incredible sensation of being filled and completed. With each inch he pushed in, he would pull out and slide back in, taking his time to let her body adapt to him being inside her. His penis was long and thick, and fitting inside her was no easy task, but he was patient, and her moans encouraged him. When he finally filled her completely, he rested in place for a moment, just feeling her enveloping him. Her walls gripped him tightly. She ran her hands over the soft moss of the tree and felt her whole body pulsating with need for him. She was finally a woman.

He slid out and thrusted back in with force, making her cry out with shock and pleasure. He wrapped his calloused hands around her small waist and began to fuck her. She didn’t know how to handle how good it felt. She moaned each time he pounded into her, hitting all her trigger spots perfectly. She felt like her whole body was full of him—he was so big and powerful, and he was claiming her. It occurred to her that she was his mate. The thought excited her and she gave into her animal nature entirely, spreading her legs wider and letting him press deeper into her. It was hard to think anymore as he fucked her harder and harder, his raw passion guiding his frenzy. River whimpered as she felt herself approaching orgasm again, but this was different from last time. It was more savage. He took her harder as her screams filled the forest. He could feel her spasming around him, and the massage it gave him was too much to bear. He cried out as he exploded deep inside her, his voice joining hers in the cacophony of the jungle.

They were still for a moment, panting, resting, as his seed soaked into her. He leaned over, resting on her back, holding her. Her vision was spotty from the incredible sensation of what they had just done.

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Noch mit Rest-Sperma und Nataschas Fotzensaft im Gesicht lag ich über einen der Sitze des Pornokinos gebeugt mit Jörg auf mir liegend der mich am Nacken gepackt hatte und ins Ohr flüsterte: “Spritz jetzt für deinen Daddy.”

Erschöpft zitterten meine Beine und ich war wie benebelt in esktase. Mein Arsch tat weh von dem hartgeficktwerden, meine Muskeln waren schlapp und gefühlt hatte ich keine Kraft mehr.

Jörg zog seinen Schwanz aus meinem Loch und auch Natascha zog sich zurück und ließ sich rückwärts auf einen Sitz hinter sich fallen und grinste mich etwas glücklich debil an. Wie Jörg dann auch hinter mir wegging rutschte ich ebenfalls langsam die Sitzlehne runter. Jetzt merkte ich, wie nicht nur meine Beine, sondern mein ganzer Körper und meine Lippen zuckten. Versuchte mich aufzurichten, aber fand nicht die Kraft dazu.

“Klaus hol mal eine Decke”, rief Jörg nach hinten und drehte sich dann zu den verbliebenen Zuschauern. “So Damen und Herrenn, die Show ist für heute vorbei. Aber wir halten euch auf dem Laufenden, wann ihr die geile Julia hier wieder antreffen könnt.” Und mit diesen Worten gingen die verbliebenen Zuschauer wohl auch.

Als Klaus Jörg die Decke reichte legte er diese um mich. Wickelte mich quasi ein und hob mich in der Decke hoch. Mt einem Blick zu Natascha und Klaus sagte er: “Wir gehen dann mal. Ich habe Julia ihre Belohnung versprochen, die soll sie auch bekommen. Und wenn ich mir Natascha so anschaue, so sollte die auch erst mal eine kleine Pause machen.” Er lachte auf und nickte zu Klaus, “halt mal die Tür auf”.

So verließen wir das Porno-Kino und Klaus machte sogar noch die Tür von Jörgs Auto auf, der mich dann auf dem Beifahrersitze platzierte. Ich war immer noch vollkommen neben der Spur als mir Jörg einen Schluck Wasser anbot, den ich gierig zu mir nahm.

Es war jetzt Nachmittag, als Jörg losfuhr und mir über die verschwitzten, klebrigen Schenkel streichelte. “Wir fahren jetzt erst einmal zu mir und machen dich frisch. So wie du jetzt aussiehst bist du ja nicht Gesellschaftsfähig.”

Ich nickte, mehr war in dem Moment nicht drin.

Während der Fahrt sagte mir Jörg, dass er doch stolz auf mich sei, so viele Kerle genommen zu haben ohne zu jammern. Was war mir auch anderes übrig geblieben. Aber irgendwie war es auch spannend gewesen, die fordernden Frauen, die gierigen Kerle und ich irgendwo mittendrin. Zwar stand meine Lust nicht im Fokus, aber bei all dem geficke war ich am Ende so geladen und hatte einen Orgasmus der nicht nur reines abspritzen war, sondern meinen ganzen Körper durchflutet hatte. Und ich könnte schwören, hätte Jörg nicht darauf hingearbeitet dass ich mitbekommen wann er spritzt und dies so fordernd gemacht, wäre ich wahrscheinlich nicht gekommen.

Einzig ein kurzer Gedanke an meinen Biologielehrer Herr Schneider erschrak mich. Nicht dass er am Ende doch noch rausfand wer Julia war. Obwohl Jörg das bestimmt nicht zulassen würde. Ich verdrängte den Gedanken ganz schnell wieder.

Eh ich mich versah waren wir auch schon bei Jörg angekommen. Jörg öffnete mir die Tür und reichte mir die Hand, ansonsten wäre ich mit meinen wackeligen Beinen auch nicht aus dem Auto gekommen. und ich machte mich auf dem Weg zur Eingangstür zur Halle als ich ein lautes Pfeifen und grölen hörte.

“Na aus den klappsen gestern ist ja echt was geworden, heute schon nen richtiges Flittchen.” Ich drehte mich um und sah die Bauarbeiter von gestern mit ihrem Transporter, scheinbar kamen sie von ihrer Arbeit zurück und entluden den Transporter in die Halle hinter ihnen. “Wow, was ein geiles Gestell, die würde ich auch mal knallen.” Ein anderer rief, “bei der würde ich auch mal gerne ein Rohr verlegen.”

Ich dachte nach heute Vormittag/Mittag würde mich nichts mehr erschüttern, aber klebrig von all dem Sperma unterm Rock mit Ouvert-Slip und einem schlaffen baumelnden Penis zwischen meinen Beinen, gerade noch von Fremden und meinem Lehrer gefickt und jetzt diese Prolos. Ich wurde knall rot im Gesicht.

Jörg nahm mich an der Schulter und begleitete mich zur Tür und schloss sie auf. Er schaute mir in die Augen, griff mir ans Kinn, hob es etwas an, so dass ich ihm in die Augen schaute und sagte mit tiefem Befehlston: “du gehst jetzt schon mal rein. zieh dich aus, gehe ins Bad, mache dich sauber und spühle deine Arschfotze und setze dir den Plug ein der im Bad liegt. Dann gehe und lege dich aufs Bett und ruhe dich etwas aus. Ich komme nach.”

Er lächtelte kurz etwas verschmitzt und haute mir mit wucht auf den Arsch als ich anstalten machte reinzugehen.

Mit brennendem Schmerz auf der Arschbacke tat ich aber wie mir geheißen war.

Die warme Dusche tat wirklich gut, ich rutschte nach kurzer Zeit an der Wand gelehnt in die Hocke und lies mir das warme Wasser auf den Kopf prasseln. Nach einer kurzen Pause machte ich mich dann auch richtig sauber und spühlte mit der Analdusche das ganze Gleitgel raus, das quasi in mich hineingestoßen worden war.

Ich legte meine Kleidung so gut es ging im Bad zusammen, stattete mich mit dem Plug aus (es müssen so ca. 5cm Durchmesser gewesen sein) und tippelte escort bayan şişli nackt in Richtung Bett auf das ich mich direkt fallen ließ. Im Bett liegend ziehe ich die Decke über mich und mit fallen die Augen auch schnell zu, so erschöpft wie ich bin.

Ich weiß nicht wie lange ich geschlafen habe, aber werde wach wie Jörg mit den Arsch tätschelt. “Na gut geschlafen? Ich hoffe du hast dich etwas erholt, denn heute steht dir noch eine Erziehungsaufgabe bevor.”

Jörg geht langsam ums Bett herum und zieht die Decke von mir herunter, so dass ich nackt vor ihm liege.

Sein Blick mustert mich, wandert über meinen glatten, weichen Körper, verharrt an meinem schlaffen Penis über meinen Arsch und fokussiert kurz den Plug, der wohl hervoblinzelt als er in festem Ton “bei Schwanz Julia” ruft.

Erst weiß ich nicht recht was damit anzufangen, aber wie seine Augen auffunkeln springe ich auf und krabbel auf allen Vieren auf dem Bett zu ihm hin und bleibe auf den Knien vor ihm stehen. Etwas irritiert, da Jörg noch seine Lederhose trägt, verbleibt mein Gesicht kurz vor seinem Schritt, bis ich seinen Gürtel öffne und den Reisverschluss öffne.

Als ich seinen Schwanz mit der Hand rausholen will, um ihn in den Mund zu nehmen haut mir Jörg auf die Finger. “Na na na, nur mit dem Mund Julia.”

Wie mir gesagt, lasse ich die Hände sinken und knie wieder auf allen Vieren vor Jörg und bin arg bemüht seinen Schwanz mit meinem Mund aus der festen, wiederspenstigen Lederhose zu holen und in den Mund zu nehmen. Aber nach einer kurzen Weile gelingt es mir.

Fragend schaue ich kurz nach oben in Jörgs Augen. Sein Blick trifft meinen und mit zufriedenheit streichelt er über meine Wange und tätschelt meinen Kopf.

“Gut, du erinnerst dich also an deine Regeln oder zumindest diese eine.”

“Du hattest für meinen Geschmack heute zu viel Spaß an deinen Lektionen und du musst dich mehr auf die Lust der anderen konzentrieren und dir deinen Spaß verdienen. Also dreh dich um, beug den Oberkörper nach unten auf das Bett, streck mir den Arsch entgegen, spreiz die Beine und strecke deine Arme nach vorne weg und Beweg dich nicht.”

Nicht sicher wie Jörg das mit dem Spaß und der Lust meint tue ich doch wie er mir auftrug. Und mit dem kribbeln des unerwarteten im Baum liege ich so mit dem Oberkörper auf dem Bett vor Jörg und erwarte, dass er mir den Plug aus dem Arsch zieht und mit für seine Lust nimmt. Doch ich höre wie Jörg kurz weggeht und sich seine Schritte dann wieder nähern. Spüre wie ein Seil um mein linkesBein auf Höhe der Knie gebunden wird und dann auch um das andere. Mit einem ruck an den Seilen werden meine Beine noch etwas mehr gespreizt. Dann sehe ich wie Jörg ums Bett in meinen Blickwinkel läuf, mit einem schwarzen Seil in der Hand und sich aufs Bett kniet.

Er streichelt über meinen Rücken, die Arme runter um meine Hände mit den Handflächen zusammenzulegen. Dann knotet er das schwarze Seil um meine Handgelenkte und bindet es vorne am Bettrahmen fest, nachdem er mich mit einem Zug daran noch etwas nach vorne gezogen hat, soweit es möglich ist mit den gefesselten Beinen.

Dann kniet er sich vor mich auf das Bett, ca. 20cm von meinem Gesicht entfernt. Schaut mir tief in die Augen und sagt wieder “bei Schwanz Julia.”

Gefesselt wie ich da liege versuche ich so gut es geht meinen Kopf in Richtung seines Schwanzes zu bewegen, öffne den Mund, bin aber zu weit entfernt. Strecke meine Zunge raus, um seinen Schwanz zumindest mit der Zunge an der Eichel zu erreichen. Und es fehlt wirklich nicht viel, aber ich komme nicht dran.

Jörg lacht laut auf, wie er ansieht, wie ich mich da abmühe. “Na du bist gelehriger und Schwanzgeiler als ich vermutet hatte. Mal sehen ob dir das bei deiner nächsten Lektion hilft. Aber jetzt bereite ich dich erst mal vor.”

Er steht auf und verschwindet aus meinem Blickfeld. Er geht wieder weg und kommt kurze Zeit später wieder. Ich merke und höre wie einige Gegenstände auf das Bett gelegt werden, aber auf die andere Seite, vom Bett und quasi hinter meinem Bein, so dass ich, selbst wenn ich versuche nach hinten zu schauen nicht ganz sehen kann was da liegt.

Dann höre ich ein metallisches Geräusch, dann das öffnen eines Deckels und kurz danach kaltes, glitischiges Gel an meinem Penis und meinen Hoden. Jörg massiert über meine Genitalien oder… nein er cremt diesen nur ein, nur um kurz danach zu spüren wie mei Eier mit einem festen Griff nach hinten gezogen werden. Ein Schmerz an meinen Eiern, kaltes Metall und druck wie ein Hoden nach einander durch etwas hindurchgeschoben wird und dann wird noch mein vom Schmerz an den Eiern erschlaffter Penis durch das gleiche Objekt durchgeschoben. Nur um direkt danach kaltes Metall vorne an meiner Eichel zu spüren, einen Druck auf den Penis, wie er zusammengedrückt wird, dann ein rucken, ein metallisches Geräusch und Jörg sagt: “So, dann ist deine kleine Sissy-Clit endlich weggesperrt, damit du nicht zu viel Lust hast und spürst wie dein Penis sich hin und her bewegt, gewichst werden kann oder sich an etwas reibt und es dir so leichter macht zu kommen.”

Mein taksim bayan escort Blick wandert erschrocken nach hinten und wie Jörg sagt sehe ich meinen Penis in einem ziemlich kleinen Peniskäifg eingeschlossen und suche dann Jörgs Blick.

“Aber warum, habe ich was falsch gemacht, ich habe doch alles gemacht was Daddy wollte?”

“Ja du bist ein Opfer deiner eigenen Lust, Gehorsamkeit und Veranlagung leicht zu spritzen. Da muss ich doch meine Erziehungsmethoden anpassen.” Er zwinkert mir zu und lacht leicht dreckig auf.

“So jetzt bleibst du noch eine Weile liegen. Ich suche dir dein Outfit für die nächste Lektion heraus und bin gleich wieder da.”

So da liegend bin ich hin und her gerissen, von der Demütigung, dass mein Penis eingesperrt ist, um die Möglichkeit berraubt, Lust so empfinden, wie bisher. Aber auch irgendwie auch gereizt, leicht geil, so hilflos und als Luststück, um anderen zu dienen. Jörgs Erziehung hat seine Wirkung bisher nicht verfehlt. Noch vor einigen Tagen hätte ich einen Lachanfall bekommen, hätte mir jemand erzählt was ich jetzt bin, wie ich hier liege und ambivalent bin ob ich es geil finde oder besorgt sein sollte. Und werde prompt aus meinen Gedanken gerissen, wie ein Schmerz durch meinen Penis fährt. Scheinbar bin ich gar nicht so ambivalent was das angeht. Mein Schwanz hat versucht steif zu verden, was von dem Peniskäfig verhindert wurde und, eingeklemmt in diesem direkt daran gehindert wurde anzuschwellen.

Nachdem Jörg zurückkam und mir mein Outfit aufs Bett warf und mich losgemacht hat zog ich mich an, während Jörg sich im Bad fertig machte. Und so stehe ich nun vor dem Bad in Erwartung, dass Jörg rauskommt.

Ich trage einen schwarzen Seidenslip, der meine Arschbacken mit Bändern umschließt, meinen kleinen Penis im Käfig vorne leicht umschließt, aber nach hinten hin genug Platz lässt um an meine Povotze zu kommen. Einen Strapsgürtel und Netzstrümpfe, einen Schwarz-Rot Karrierten Mini (und Mini bedeutet dies wirklich, mein Slip blitzt unten ganz knapp durch), einen roten Push-Up-BH (sehr klein und meinen natürlichen Körperbau hervorhebend, da Jörg mir auftrug die Klebebrüste abzunehmen). Ein Netztop in Schwarz, ein Halsband mit Ring mit der Aufschrift “BITCH”, schwarze Lack High-Heels, Handgelenks- und Knöchelmanschetten aus Lack mit Ringen dran und meine Perücke.

Ich merke wie sich Nervosität in mir breit macht und auch etwas ungeduld. Wann kommt Jörg raus und erlöst mich aus meiner Ungewissheit?

So nervös warte ich noch 2-3 Minuten, bis Jörg herauskommt. Er musstert mich von Kopf bis Fuß, geht um mich herum, greift mich an die Arschbacken und knetet diese, hebt meinen Mini hoch und mustert meinen Penis-Käfig.

“Na jetzt bist du Chastity-Hure Julia.”

Jetzt schaue auch ich ihn genauer an. Er trägt schwarze Hosen, schwarzes Hemd, Boots, schwarze jacke und Krawatte. Und dann sehe ich auch, dass er eine scharze Sporttasche in der Hand hat.

Er greigt an den Ring meines Halsbandes und zieht mich zu sich hin und gibt mir einen tiefen Kuss mit der Zunge, während er mich gegen seinen großen Schwanz in seiner Hose zieht. “So jetzt gehen wir los.”

Jörg geht mit diesen Worten los und ich stöckele hinter ihm hinterher. Kaum aus der Tür raus wende ich mich auch schon zu seinem Auto, aber er ruft mir zu “hier lang, wir haben es gar nicht weit.” Und er geht in Richtung der Halle, wo wir heute Mittag/Nachmittag schon die Bauarbeiter gesehen hatten und mir schwant böses.

Meine Schritte werden etwas langsamer, was Jörg auf dem Hof gut hören kann und sich umdreht hinter mich tritt und mir seine Hände auf die Schultern legt. Mich leicht nach vorne schiebend flüstert er mir ins Ohr. “Du brauchst keine Scheu haben, du hast den Vormittag mit bravour bestanden, dann schaffst du auch das hier. Und ich bin ja da und passe auf dich auf, wenn es dir zu viel wird breche ich ab.”

Immer noch mit flauem Gefühl betreten wir die Halle. Es ist dunkel, nur ein Lichtspot in der Mitte ist an auf dem wir uns auch direkt hinbewegen.

In dem Lichtkegel von etwa 3 Metern Durchmesser stehen zwei Stühle, liegen Seile und ich kann am Rand einen Lederbock erkennen, zumindest glaube ich das.

Als wir den Lichtkegel betreten höre ich gemauschel aus dem Dunkeln und vor uns tritt ein großer, stämmiger, wirklich muskulöser Kerl ins Licht. Er hält eine Leine in der Hand an der auch prompt eine blonde junge Frau, in einem ähnlichen Outfit wie ich selbst, ins Licht tritt. Und aus den Schatten hört man kurzes aufpfeiffen.

Jörg nickt dem Kerl zu und drückt mich auf dem Stuhl, der direkt neben mir steht. “Wie besprochen, die kleinen Schlampen sollen mal etwas Aufmerksamkeit bekommen und sich ineinander einfühlen.”

Der andere Mann grunzt mit einer tiefen Stimme bejahend auf und platziert seine junge Begleiterin auf dem Stuhl. Diese scheint auch nicht zu wissen was jetzt passieren wird, aber durchaus erregt in der Erwartung auf das was kommt. Sie scheint nicht erst seit kurzem in solchen Situationen zu sein.

Wir werden beide an den Stuhl gefesselt. Die Knöchel an die Stuhlbeine göztepe escort und die Hände hinterm Rücken und der Rückenlehne.

Jörg, hinter mir sthend flüstert mir ins Ohr: “So jetzt geh ich darüber und besorge es der kleinen Schlampe, du wirst mir gut dabei zusehen und dir vorstellen, ich mache das mit dir du kleine Sissy-Hure. Olaf hier” und er nickt rüber zu dem muskulösen, stämmigen Kerl, “hat extra seine kleine Nachbarshure mitgebracht damit ich mit ihr spielen kann und er wird jetzt rüberkommen und das was ich mit seiner Hure mache mit dir tun. Du wirst es sehr einfach haben dir vorzustellen ich berühre dich. Du schaust nur nach vorne, zu mir, meinen Händen und was ist mit der Schlampe mache und wirst dir vorstellen du wärst es.”

Und so geht Jörg auch schon rüber und Olaf kommt zu mir und stellt sich hinter mich. “Dich wollte ich schon gestern benutzen, jetzt habe ich ja meine Chance doch noch unerwartet bekommen und meine Jungs sind auch schon geil auf dich. Ich hoffe du verlierst das Spiel gleich und wir können dich ficken, auch wenn die kleine Sandy dadrüben geil auf Gangbangs ist, ich will dir deinen Stutenarsch aufreißen.”

Kaum drüben angekommen fängt Jörg auch schon an. Er stellt sich hinter Sandy, streichelt über ihre Schultern, runter über ihre Brüste und mit etwas versatz spüre ich auch genau das an mir. Verwirrt schaue ich aus reflex runter, nur um von hinten einen Klapps auf die Wange zu bekommen und Olafs Hand dirigiert mein Kinn wieder in Sichtlinie rüber zu Sandy und Jörg. “Da spielt die Musik”.

Und so spüre ich genau das was Sandy drüben spüren muss. Hände die meine Brüste streicheln, meinen Bauch runter in meinen Schritt wandern, die Innenseite meiner Schenkel entlang. Wieder hoch wandern, eine Hand greift um meinen Hals und drückt leicht zu, während die andere Hand unter mein Netztop und meinen BH wandert.

Ich spüre wie meinen kleinen Titten geknetet werden, feste und bestimmend und spüre wie der Druck am Hals etwas zunimmt. Dann höre ich von drüben ein aufstöhnen und kurz darauf stöhne auch ich auf, vlt. weniger vor Lust als Sandy als vor Schreck und leichtem Schmerz, denn mein rechter Nippel, gerade noch massiert befindet sich fest zwischen Olafs Fingern und wird zusammengedrückt, gekniffen.

Sandys BH wird geöffnet und ihre schönen Titten werden unter ihrem Netztopp freigelegt, so wie auch bei mir. Meine flache Brust ist nichts gegen ihre kleinen, aber schöngeformten Brüste und das massieren geht weiter, das Spielen mit den Nippeln nimmt zu und ich merke wie ich mir vorstelle Jörg spielte mit meinen Brüsten und Sandys Brüste wären meine. Ich stöhne leicht auf bei dem Gedanken.

In seinem Spiel auf der anderen Seite bestärkt fährt Jörgs Hand in Sandys Schritt, und schiebt ihren Slip zur Seite. Der Rock ist so kurz wie bei mir, so dass im Sitzen da gar nichts mehr den Blick versperrt. Und zum vorschein kommt ihre blankrasierte Fotze. Ihre Schamlippen sind schon leicht rot und geschwollen und bringen ihren Kitzler prominent zur Geltung, der auch leicht abzustehen scheint.

Olaf macht es Jörg gleich, doch bei mir kommt mein im Chastity eingesperrter kleiner Penis zum Vorschein mit meinen Eiern. Ich werde knall rot als ich sehe wie Sandy in meinen Schritt schaut und grinst.

Jörg streichelt um ihre Votze herum, macht sie langsam richtig wuschig und man merkt wie sie versucht ihre Votze in die Richtung seiner Finger zu lenken. Und auch Olaf umspielt meinen Käfig, streichelt über meine Eier und ich merke wie Erregung in mir aufsteigt.

Ich schließe kurz die Augen und atme tief, weil ich merke wie mein Körper voll Energie geladen ist. Um mich herum das Raunen der Männer, die ich nicht sehen konnte. Hatten sie ihre Schwänze in der Hand und wichsten sich schon oder was taten sie. Dann spüre ich wie mir zwei Finger in den Mund geschoben werden und öffne erschrocken die Augen, nur um auf der anderen Seite zu sehen wie Jörg mir in die Augen schaut während er seine Finger in Sandys Mund versenkt und drin mit ihrer Zunge spielt. Und auch Olafs Finger gleiten kurz raus um wieder reinzugleiten.

“Jetzt leck meine Finger schön feucht und ich gönne dir etwas Spaß”

Ich denke mir besser ich tue was er sagt und lutsche an seinen Fingern, als Jörg seine auch schon rauszieht und auf Sandys Kitzler platziert und sie langsam wichst.

Nachdem ich Olafs finger ausgiebig gelutscht hatte, ohne den Blick von Jörg zu lösen und wie Sandy langsam anfing zu stöhnen nahm auch Olaf seine nassen Finger aus meinem Mund. Ich sah aus dem Blickwinkel noch wie ein Spuckefaden aus meinem Mund mintgezogen wurde, als er mit seiner Hand in Richtung meines eingekerkerten Penisses wanderte. Und dann spürte ich wie er mit den Fingern über meinen Chastitycage rieb. Nicht nur über den Chastity Cage, sondern auch gegen das bisschen Eichel, das sich durch das kleine Loch oben am Cage versuchte zu drücken. Es war nicht groß, daher war es auch nur eine ganz kleine Stelle, aber diese war mittlerweile sehr empfindlich, da mein Schwänzchen nicht steif werden konnte obwohl es das schon eine Weile wollte. Und so quittierte auch ich das Reiben über meinen “Kitzler” der nicht nur feucht von der Spucke auf Olafs Fingern war, sondern auf von Lusttropfen, die aus meiner Eichel liefen, mit einem leisen Aufstöhnen. Zur zufriedenheit von Jörg und dem aufraunen aus dem Dunkel her, auch der umstehenden Männer.

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Too big?

Gerald listened to Watson, his nephew, enthusing about the new position with Universal Slimming Corporation. He had that awkward feeling while stifling a yawn. At first he welcomed some company but the young researcher was just like his boring father.

‘You were right!’ Watson said.

This woke Gerald up, ‘What?’

He must have asked a polite question when the lad first arrived but couldn’t recall what it was.

‘That was a clever guess uncle. I looked up early experiments on the computer and the original formula did work in reverse. Fat cells are stimulated to absorb more fats from the blood. The formula enhanced normal bodily functions, exciting cell receptors making them more sensitive,’ he said.

He droned on, spouting technical terms while Gerald switched off again.

‘That’s very interesting, Watson,’ he commented, trying to shut him up.

Even his name, from a nineteenth century novel, reflected his parent’s pretentious outlook.

‘They abandoned the project as soon as a modified formula was found for slimming,’ he said.

‘Why is that?’ Gerald heard himself asking and immediately regretted it.

‘More money in slimming of course, nobody wants to put on weight,’ he answered with a smug look.

Gerald put this remark together with the odd word he understood from so much boring technical jargon, to work out what the lecture was about. Unable to let the young prig get away with it he retorted.

‘There must be some people that need to put on weight. What about if they’ve been ill? Or want to add weight somewhere to change their shape, breasts for example?’ he challenged.

On seeing Watson blush he felt some small victory had been gained.

‘So the pill to lose weight, wherever you want to, actually works?’ Gerald asked.

The scepticism in his voice was hard to miss, even by Watson.

‘Yes! Slight variations in the formula match cell signatures, receptors, to stop the intake of fats. It works and quickly too,’ he said proudly.

‘What about the old formula?’ Gerald asked.

He was pleased with himself for understanding something of what was being said. He’d been a pharmacist before retirement, but this new technology was beyond hm. They would be into the twenty-second century in a few years, and he wondered what miracles they would be able to perform then.

Watson had to spoil it by again sinking into a quagmire of jargon, losing his uncle’s attention.

‘Is it that late?’ he made excuses and escaped, shaking his head.

***

Next morning Gerald reached for the morning paper at the same time as his neighbour, Kathy, went for hers. The attractive young woman was single and available, but not to him. Gerald was fifty-five and felt every moment of a well lived life.

He waved to her, savouring the reactive gesture. If only, he thought, while watching her set off for the office. A glimpse of thigh as she dropped a slinky figure into the low slung sports car was exciting. The slim legs, tiny waist and shimmering long black hair, was perfection on two legs.

As she drove off he imagined her with larger breasts, for he was a typical breast man.

‘You could do with some of Watson’s medication,’ he whispered.

He chuckled at the idea.

‘Well, a guy can dream,’ he mused.

It nagged at him all morning. Since selling his business he hadn’t found a hobby and although friends and family said he was lucky, he regretted selling up. It was coming up to lunch time so he had better get dressed.

‘Even if I got her to take the pills, which she wouldn’t, what good would it do me?’ he thought out loud.

Fiddly squat! Something nice to look at, but she’d be even more desirable and more out of reach. Some handsome young man would have the benefit of a large handful, never him.

‘This is stupid. I don’t even have the damn pills, which probably don’t exist now they’re unprofitable,’ he scolded himself.

He shook himself from the daydream to get showered and changed.

While trying to complete a crossword, the daydream kept interrupting his train of thought. He imagined her with large breasts over that slender waist, and licked his lips. What would he do if he had the damn pills anyway?

‘Here, Kathy, just take these pills for me, I want to see if your tits grow,’ he said, to the coffee pot with a snort of derision. ‘If I secretly got her to take them and they happened to work, she’d be just a bit suspicious and sue my ass off,’ he told the coffee pot.

He shook the paper rustling it harshly. Just as he started on another clue a knock at the door interrupted him.

‘Hi Jim, how you doing?’ Gerald asked.

‘Okay! You?’ the delivery boy asked in return.

The young man dropped the grocery bags onto the kitchen table.

‘Thanks for taking them in, I get my round done so much quicker. See you next week,’ he nodded, and let himself out.

Gerald looked at the bags of groceries.

‘It’s all fast food, TV dinners, cans, packets, spray cream and spray cheese. Yuk! I’m glad I can cook. I’ve been alone fatih escortları too long, I’m talking to myself,’ he laughed.

He began putting the frozen food into his freezer then stopped, holding onto a Pizza. A crushed up pill could be sprinkled onto this. Still, what good would it do? There was no way his nephew would bring home stolen pills from the lab, even if they still existed.

***

When Kathy arrived home, she called for the delivery, making the usual greetings and thank you noises. He couldn’t help looking at the white blouse as the jacket fell open. There was just a hint of breasts while the sensible bra revealed nothing real.

‘Here let me help,’ he offered, as she tried to balance the two bags in her arms.

The back of his hand squashed her breast, though he totally ignored the mishap, and so did she. With the back door opened he watched her stride off. She was always in a hurry, and the wiggle of her ass was delightful.

Kathy ordered everything she needed on the internet, with no time to go shopping, and he dutifully collected the goods from delivery guys.

***

Watson arrived home later, obviously putting in extra hours to make an impression.

‘Just something quick, have you got Pizza, uncle?’

The question reminded him of an earlier daydream.

‘No, but I can rustle up something quick. You out on the town?’ he asked.

‘No I’m going back in, need to catch up on something,’ he answered.

‘I’ll give you a lift if you like. I’d like to see the place,’ he said.

‘Ok!’ Watson said, while setting the table.

Gerald shrugged. It wasn’t as though he was going into the place, and even if he did, the pills wouldn’t be left lying around for him to steal. If they existed they would be locked away.

***

Outside the office block Gerald marvelled at the chrome and glass edifice.

‘They must make a good profit from slimming pills,’ he commented.

‘Unbelievable! Impressive building isn’t it. You want to look around?’ Watson asked.

‘How long are you staying?’ Gerald asked.

‘An hour tops,’ Watson responded, hoping to get uncle to stay for a lift home.

‘Have they got good coffee? I could wait with you, I guess,’ Gerald shrugged.

Gerald’s pass opened the doors for them to both squeeze through. The atrium was impressive but the rest of the building was functional, just the same as any large corporation’s opened planned offices.

They toured around but there wasn’t much to see as it was a head office. Nothing was manufactured there, though a cool storeroom for sales samples caught Gerald’s attention. Gerald noticed the combination lock on the door. Well it was just a thought, just a silly daydream.

‘You want coffee?’ Gerald asked. ‘Don’t worry I’ll find it.’ A moment later he came back to say, ‘There’s no sugar,’ he said to Watson. ‘I’ll try upstairs, okay?’ he murmured.

Seeing his nephew absorbed on the computer, he put the cups down and wandered off. There was no harm in just looking. From a distance he could see there weren’t any cameras and the control panel only used three digits. He just couldn’t help trying it. Of course a series of random numbers wouldn’t work.

He sat on a desk, swinging a leg, musing over it, imagining getting in and what he might do. It was a secretary’s desk, close to the door. If the photo was of her she was a tasty eye-full. Not as glamorous as Kathy, despite the long blond hair.

Next to the photo was a scribbled number. It was just an ordinary sticky post-it, looking old and tatty, hardly noticeable. No! It couldn’t be, could it? For amusement, rather than any expectations of finding what he wanted, he tried the number. It didn’t work.

Gerald shrugged and laughed. Nothing in life is that simple. He tried the number in reverse. The mechanism clicked and he pushed on the door. It swung open on well oiled hinges. To pull it closed, which he had better do, meant stepping in, so he did.

Racks of small boxes were stuffed on ceiling high shelves. He looked at the nearest without taking another step inside. It would take forever to find what he was looking for. He had a half hour before Watson surfaced from his work to find him missing.

In the far corner faded boxes sat calling to him. Looking over his shoulder Gerald walked over. They weren’t faded, they were just a different shade of blue. Perhaps they were from an early corporate identity. He pulled one out at random.

The name was written bold and large across the package, ‘Weight-on.’ He scanned the small print. Picking a box from each pile he eventually came across what he was looking for.

To fill in the gaps he grabbed discarded packets that seemed to have been flung in to a cardboard box on the floor. Shoving them to the back of the pile he managed to make it look right. Closing the door behind him he stuffed packets of different pills into jacket pockets hoping they didn’t bulge.

Slipping into the seat opposite his nephew Gerald gulped the cold coffee down.

Looking over the computer screens between sarıyer escortları them he asked, ‘You nearly ready?’

‘Bloody hell! You frightened me,’ Watson complained. ‘I forgot you were there. I guess so, the rest can wait till tomorrow,’ he added.

With the monitor blanked he pulled on his jacket and they walked to the lifts.

‘Sorry if it was boring for you,’ Watson said.

***

Next morning Gerald was halfway through breakfast when he remembered the pills. Opening the boxes he was relieved to find guidance notes. Familiar warnings and instructions, common to all medication, were in small print. He had been a pharmacist for twenty years before selling up to a large chain, so it was all very familiar.

‘So what do I do now?’ he wondered out loud.

He couldn’t do anything with his nephew around, or was that an excuse? He hadn’t worked out how to make it an advantage to him either. He sighed, thinking it was all a waste of time. A crossword would take his mind off things. Again that morning Kathy marched across the lawn for the paper, at the same time he did.

‘Thanks for taking in my deliveries. I’ll cook you something to eat sometime,’ she smiled, with her head to one side.

‘My pleasure, but you can forget about cooking pizza for me, I prefer something home cooked,’ he laughed back. In a moment of inspiration he told her. ‘You should watch the chemicals in those things, the side effects can build up, then you’re in trouble,’ he warned her.

In a hurry as usual, she strode off, dismissing his remarks. Again he watched the magic legs slip into the low slug sports car. The glimpse of thigh was heart warming, and a good start to the day. Unable to concentrate on the crossword he dug out the latest research journal, ready for when she arrived home.

She let him in the back door into the kitchen with the usual perfunctory greetings.

‘Is that a delivery?’ Kathy asked.

She moved around the kitchen removing a box from the fridge, and slipping something into the microwave, pulled a coffee bag from a cupboard, and tipped the contents into a jug.

He waved the journal shaking his head, almost in time with it.

‘No. It’s what I said this morning,’ he tried not to stare, as she had changed into a one piece track suit in preparation for the gym.

‘Those ‘E’ numbers in the pizza can affect your health. They aren’t letting on much, but some case studies are in the journal. I just thought you should know, that’s all,’ he said, with a shrug.

‘Don’t worry Gerry, I’m fit and healthy. I promise to eat properly, DAD!’ she laughed.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your busy schedule,’ he smiled back.

They quickly wound up the routine of leaving and walked out together. He hesitated a moment watching the delicious heart shape ass gyrate in a tight leotard to the car. Maybe he should join a gym.

He didn’t leave the journal on the off chance she decided to flick through it, which wasn’t very likely. He made up the story about research, and as a cornerstone to the plan it was important she didn’t find that out.

Nothing was delivered the rest of that week and he didn’t see her in the mornings, but she was in his thoughts. On the Friday he struggled with the usual weekly grocery delivery across to her kitchen.

‘Could you be a pet and put them away, I know it’s an imposition but I’m late,’ Kathy asked, with a pouty-lip expression that couldn’t be refused.

Her hair was up and the make-up was sparingly applied. With such a smooth complexion she hardly needed anything except some colour. She came back in just as he finished putting the last item on a shelf.

‘Could you zip me up?’ she asked, turning her back on him.

The little black dress was either a Chanel or a fine copy. Gerald took a deep breath needing some calm to stop his hands shaking. With the zip down, it was so low at the back, he could see the cleft of her ass. The fine hairs glistened where she had missed drying. The dress was too tight to pull back for a better view, though he wouldn’t have anyway.

Gripping the zip he told her, ‘Breath in.’

‘What do you think?’ she asked, twirling around with arms raised for his inspection.

‘Too good for some young man,’ he grinned.

‘Work!’ she grimaced. ‘No time for boyfriends, it’s all work and no play, I’m afraid,’ she intoned.

She turned around with head cocked back. ‘Does my bum look big in this?’ she asked

‘It’s perfect,’ he stated, with a big smile letting her know he appreciated the question and her ass.

‘No ill effects from pizza then?’ Kathy teased.

She was laughing at the look on his face.

‘I was just letting you know, that’s all,’ he said.

Recovering he told her, ‘I genuinely admire your bottom which is very nice. It’s just a pity I’m not a bit younger, a lot younger,’ he grinned.

‘Oh! Gerald, that’s so sweet,’ she said, and kissed his lips. ‘I don’t mind you looking, just no touching, alright,’ she grinned back at him.

He couldn’t help admiring her slim figure. maltepe escortları In that tight dress heads would turn wherever she was off to tonight.

‘What exactly are the side effects anyway,’ she asked.

It was obvious she was just humouring him, though, this was an opportunity not to be missed.

‘It depends on the person. Chemicals build up in the body then produce sudden weight gain, memory loss, and agoraphobia. There is a list but usually only one symptom is present. It’s rare, but best avoided,’ he told her.

He noticed she took some notice, then quickly dismissed the advice, and him. She was in business mode again, ready to knock a customer out. He walked out with her then stopped to watch her bend while locking the back door.

‘Have a good time,’ he said, waving her away.

Because of high heels it was an awkward slide into the car, and showed more than usual. She was wearing stockings with a suspender belt. Probably power dressing to boost her confidence. The poor customer didn’t stand a chance. He would be hooked as easily as a fish in a bucket.

***

Watson moved out into an apartment and Gerald helped, trying not to show how pleased he was.

Gerald delivered the groceries and other deliveries to his attractive neighbour as usual during the next couple of weeks. He didn’t mention fast foods and merely shook his head in mock sadness, while holding up a pizza box. It had become a bit of a joke.

Dozing in his favourite chair the newspaper slid off his lap.

***

‘I’m sure you’ve noticed, no weight gain,’ she said, while patting her bottom.

‘It’s rare, just so long as you only eat pizza occasionally,’ he scolded.

‘As long as I’ve got you checking on my butt, I don’t have to worry,’ she laughed at him.

As she squeezed past him for the fridge, she impulsively grabbed his hands and placed them on her bottom.

‘Check me out Gerald, and see if I’m putting on weight,’ she told him.

‘I’m old but not that old,’ he warned her.

‘I thought you could check my ass on regular basis and warn me if you thought it was putting on weight,’ she goaded him.

He still hadn’t moved and he didn’t know what to say. His hands were lightly grazing her bottom, which was covered by a thing leotard.

‘Do you mean you are still active, Gerald,’ she asked, with amusement in her voice.

‘If I had someone, yes. But like you I don’t,’ he said.

‘That’s a good point, neither of us have a partner. I don’t have time for all the nonsense involved it getting one. Mmmm. An idea Gerald. You can help me out, and I’ll keep you young and fit,’ she suggested.

‘If you mean what I think you mean, yes,’ he said, looking startled.

‘We could take turns in screwing each other. I would be on top one day, then you the next,’ she proposed.

‘You make is sound like a business proposal,’ he said.

‘It is. I think it is sensible, as we are both free. We’re old enough to know what it is all about, and not get silly over it,’ she said.

‘Well, yes, I guess so,’ he agreed, still looking surprised.

‘We’ll seal it with a kiss, then,’ Kathy said, and opened her mouth for a long smooch.

The idea had been for a quick kiss, but his technique was absorbing, and enduring.

***

A slobbering, snoring noise woke him up. Damn! He still had a hard-on. The dream was full on, though a bit silly. The thought of it though was an inspiration.

Looking at the clock Gerald decided to just get on with it. An old pestle and mortar from the store he once owned, was ready and waiting. Grinding four pills to a fine powder, he put his finger into the dust for a taste. Nothing! He spat into the sink several times then used a mouth wash.

She wouldn’t eat a whole pizza, so double the recommended dose was needed. It sank into the frozen topping, satisfyingly untraceable. He wondered what might happen if she invited a friend home, and chuckled. The sight of two luscious females with huge breasts, cut a delectable picture. It came to mind it might be a boyfriend, and he laughed out loud.

***

‘Hi Gerald, thanks again, you’re a pet,’ Kathy smiled, then on impulse kissed his cheek.

After being called a pet, there was no way he was volunteering to put the groceries away, as much as he wanted to stick around. It was terrible leaving, wondering what might happen. He wanted to be there when she ate the pizza.

***

From his open window he heard her arrive home from the gym. He dare not look out the window at her, and anyway, she might not have eaten it yet, or maybe he had overplayed his hand. Maybe she had given up pizza or was saving it for the weekend, or gave it to friend.

Gerald took a few deep breaths.

‘Patience and tranquillity bring all things to those who wait,’ he recited. ‘Shit!’ he exclaimed loudly.

Hitting the bottle wasn’t an original idea but it would help.

Next morning he stood by the door ready to collide with her on the front lawn. ‘Hi, how are you this fine morning?’ Kathy asked.

It seemed her voice was particularly loud and it was clear she noticed he had a hangover. He didn’t watch her get into the car, instead he scuttled back to the kitchen for more coffee. The crossword puzzle seemed more difficult than usual, though it did at least take his mind off the naughty scheme.

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Doug stepped out of his apartment building door, leaving the handle down so he wouldn’t have to use his keys to re-enter. He strolled out on to the sidewalk and looked up and down his urban block. He lived on the edge of a nice neighborhood but close to a few industrial warehouses. Usually nobody passed by during his 10-minute sessions, and he hoped that would be the case tonight.

Doug dug into his pocket and pulled out his battered pack of cigarettes. Flipping open the lid, he saw a good six or seven white filters peering back at him. He slid one out and brought it to his lips, letting it hang there while he crammed the pack back into his pocket. Groping past the key ring in his other pocket, he fished out a lighter.

Doug flicked the starter and drew in a breath, bringing the flame to the cigarette. It caught immediately, and he pulled on it deeply. It had been a long day at work, and since he worked nights, it was almost 2:30 a.m. Doug exhaled a cloud of smoke and watched it drift away.

A few minutes passed. Doug puffed on the cigarette, idly watching the traffic light change down the block, noticing how the colors reflected off the car windshields around him, refracting into shining, twisting stars of light. He shuffled around in his flip-flops, traversing a space that extended about 15 feet to either side of his front door.

A thought about the day at work entered his mind halfway through the smoke. He cocked his head, looking down the block at nothing as he played an interaction over in his head. He didn’t notice the man approaching him from behind until the footsteps shook him from his reverie.

Doug turned around in mild alarm. A man of medium height in a beat-up brown leather jacket and dark jeans stopped in front of him. The man was black with a shaved head and a scraggly beard.

“Hey man, I’m not homeless or anything,” the man said in a gravelly voice, “but do you think I could bum a smoke?”

Doug considered it a moment before reaching into his pocket and grabbing the pack.

“Yeah, sure, man,” he said, his throat catching a bit. He was always a little nervous talking to strangers in late-night situations like this. You never knew who you were talking to.

Doug opened the pack, slid a stick out and handed it to the man, who took it. The man gestured that he didn’t have a lighter, and Doug pulled his out and handed it to him too. Doug noticed his big, weathered but not unsightly hands. The man lit his cigarette, the light revealing a set of tired but decidedly sane eyes.

He handed the lighter back.

“Oh thanks man,” he said, sighing and exhaling smoke. Doug drew on his own cigarette; he was reaching the last quarter. “I needed one of these fuckers.”

“Totally, man,” Doug said. The man smiled at him.

“My name is James. I won’t bother you too much man, just gonna suck this down.”

“Hey James, I’m Doug,” Doug nodded toward him.

They stood in silence for a moment as Doug got close to the end of his cigarette. He made a moved toward the sidewalk and flicked the butt into the street. He walked back to James and started toward his apartment building door.

“All right man, take care, enjoy that,” Doug said amiably enough. “Ok thanks again,” James said. Doug reached for the door handle when he heard James turn around. “I’m sorry to bother you, man, but do you have some change or dollar or something?”

Doug suspected this was coming from their first interaction. He was used to saying “No” to panhandlers and beggars on the streets and the subway, but sometimes he relented, and he would have done so here. Unfortunately he didn’t have any change on him. It occurred to him that he had about 75 cents in quarters up on the desk in his apartment. Even that bit of exertion would usually result in a “No,” but what the hell. He could run up and better this guy’s night.

“Yeah sure man,” Doug said, turning around to face James. James’ eyes were down, he was clearly embarrassed about asking for handouts. “I don’t have anything on me, but let me run up and grab something. It’s not a lot, but I’m glad to give it to you.”

“Oh thank you,” James said, his face brightening. “Thanks so much.”

“Hang on.” Doug opened the door, closed it behind him with the latch up and quickly ascended the stairs to his second-story apartment. His roommates were asleep, and Doug ducked into his room, flicked the light on and snatched the pile of change. A wild concept floated into his mind as he closed his apartment door behind him. By the time he got back to the front door, a more complete, though crazy idea had formed.

He opened the wooden door, and beckoned James into the brightly lit but grungy lobby of his building. James entered slowly, and Doug saw that he was indeed weathered, but not dirty. His clothes were in decent shape, but it was clear he had fallen on some hard times. Doug took a breath.

“I got about a buck in change here. Do you think you could bayan escort merter do me a favor in exchange for it?”

“Yeah man, for sure, what do you need,” James asked.

Doug was not usually smooth or confident, but something about the power dynamic between the two men gave him a surge of adrenaline.

“Could I see your cock?”

“What’d you say?” James exclaimed in surprise. “You fuckin’ kidding me?”

Doug suddenly regretted taking advantage of this man and stuck out his hand to offer the change.

“I’m sorry man, you can just take it,” he said. “Have a good night, I’m sorry.”

James took the change and turned to go but stopped midway.

“Ah fuck it, you wanna see my cock, I’ll show you.”

Doug’s eyes grew wide and his throat got dry. He wasn’t gay, but he watched a lot of porn and had developed a fetish for cock. He loved looking at them, especially the thick, strong, proud ones, and he dreamed of touching one. He’d cum so many times to the countless, nameless whores worshipping and pleasuring themselves on big, beautiful dicks.

James looked behind him at the opaque wooden door and slipped off his leather jacket. He was wearing a black t-shirt underneath. His belt was quickly undone, and he slid his pants down to his knees. He unceremoniously yanked his red boxer briefs halfway down his thighs and pulled his t-shirt up over his flat stomach. James turned so the light shined down on his exposed groin.

Emerging from a small patch of short, curly black hair was a fat, flaccid black cock. It hung out over and below his large, wrinkled scrotum, inside of which clearly dangled two very big balls. The tip, which was circumcised, reached the top of James’ boxers around his thigh. Though his cock was fully limp, James was obviously very well endowed. His scrotum began to tighten in the drafty room, lifting the heavy cock up and to the side.

Doug felt his own cock start to swell up inside his jeans. He stared down at the big penis in front of him for almost a minute before looking up at James’ eyes. The look on his face made it clear that James, the man who had embarrassedly asked for money and a cigarette only moments earlier, was now the one in charge. James smiled softly but confidently.

“Can I please show you mine,” Doug asked. There was no reason not to be honest, there was no hiding anything in this moment. “Mine’s not nearly as big as yours.”

“Look, I’m not gay, but if you want to show me, sure,” James said.

Doug hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. He shoved his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one fluid motion. He leaned back up, his thick white legs pale in the overhead light, thrown into greater contrast by hundreds of dark brown hairs. He pulled his T-shirt up over his gut, revealing a soft, three-inch cock jutting out above a small ball sack.

Doug knew his penis wasn’t the smallest in the world; he wasn’t abnormal. Just small, just thin and short, just on the low end of the spectrum. Nothing to write home about, nothing to make a woman’s eyes widen excitedly. His scrotum was actually the more noticeably small organ, especially compared to the two chicken eggs hanging in James’ sack.

The two men stood motionless and silent for a few moments, each one’s eyes drinking in the sight before them. Versions of the same thought ran through both minds, though with different tenors: Wow, I can’t imagine life with a cock like that.

James understood on an instinctual level that Doug craved attention on his small cock. When he looked up to meet Doug’s eyes, he found them still fixated on James’ own package. James spoke first.

“That is small, man. I’m sorry.” He added a stifled chuckle for effect. “Girls cum when you fuck them with that?”

Doug snapped out of his reverie and looked up with wide eyes.

“Uh, y-ye — no, not really,” he stammered. He felt air flow past his little penis, tickling his balls. The short shaft started to unfold from his scrotum as he got hard. “Maybe once or twice. I can never push them over the edge.”

James smiled. “That sucks. I made my last girl cum every time. Usually pretty quickly, right after I slid this guy in.” He grabbed his thick snake at the base and shook it proudly. “She loved riding me. She asked me for pictures.”

Doug gulped, his throat dry. Images swam behind his eyes. The long hours he had scrolled through page after page of man-sized cocks on the Internet while pumping his own thin boner. The dark nights spent yearning for his dick to grow, just a half-inch, just get a little thicker. The realization that he was stuck with what he had, that he’d never, ever know what having a big, sexy dick was like. To hold in his hand. To feel in his pants as he walked around. To fuck with. To watch a woman lose herself on.

“When I fuck, I can’t really move my hips very much because I fall out,” Doug blurted out. “I usually can’t let the anadolu yakası escort bayan woman bounce on it because they move too much. It slides out.”

James stood there with his cock in his hand. On one level he felt bad for the pathetic man before him. But on another, he was disgusted and angered by him. He wanted to make a face and push him away, or maybe shove him till he fell, his pointless little cock bouncing on his boy-sized balls as he careened to the ground.

“You want to hold my cock, boy?”

Doug answered quickly. “Yes, please.” He wanted to feel his weight and power in his hands more than anything.

Doug started forward, but James held up his hand. “No, first pull you’re fucking pants up and go upstairs. Take me to your room.”

Doug did as he was told. He didn’t understand why he was so turned on. The agony of his inadequacy filled his mind every day, he didn’t realize that he had let things get this far. But those thoughts weren’t in his mind. He didn’t question letting a panhandler up into his apartment. He just hiked his jeans up with one hand, not bothering to zip or button them, and waddled up the stairs.

They entered his bedroom, and Doug closed the door. He turned to face James.

“Take your clothes off.”

Doug got naked. He knew he looked ridiculous. He kept his pubic hair short, and he shaved his scrotum and the base of his penis — he had even shaved his ass crack for the first time the previous week — so there wasn’t anywhere for his stubby offering to hide. It stood out against his pale, bulging body. Doug was tall, just over 6 feet, but his dick didn’t match his frame.

“Damn, you’ve got a bitch little cock. That’s not a man’s cock, boy.” James slipped into a dominant role as if he’d been one all his life. “You’re going to call me ‘Sir’ because you’re a little bitch.”

“Yes, sir,” Doug said quickly.

“Get on your fucking knees, bitch.” James slid out of his pants and removed the rest of his clothing. “Don’t look at me in the face, keep your eyes on my cock. You’re a faggot right? You like my big cock?”

“Yes, sir,” Doug whined.

“I know you do. ‘Cause you’re jealous. You don’t know what it’s like to have a cock like this. A cock that women are excited to see when you pull your pants down.”

“No, I don’t, Sir,” Doug said eagerly. “I’ll never know how that feels.” His cock started to harden into its silly little erect state, standing straight out from his body in a ludicrous stubby rod.

“It feels good, bitch,” James said. “It makes me feel like a fucking man. They can’t handle how good it feels when I fuck them. Look at that pathetic little boy-dick. You’re so jealous of my big cock, and it’s making you hard. I’ve never seen such an obvious bitch in my life. I bet you’d suck my cock if I let you.”

Doug’s brain told him not to offer to suck this strange man’s penis, but his brain was not in control. All of Doug’s actions and thoughts flowed through his small boner, and his boner told him to service the alpha in the room.

“Can I please suck your cock, Sir? I need to serve your superior manhood.”

“First, come over here. Stand close to me,” James ordered.

Doug obeyed, striding up in front of James, their incongruous cocks bobbing close to one another. James’ thick hose was still mostly soft, but he had started to elongate and harden into a semi-erect state, its full potential still unseen.

James reached his large black hands and grabbed Doug’s package from under the balls. He held the whole, meager unit in his hand, Doug’s mini testicles splayed on the gruff palm. James’ cock hardened more, reaching at least 7 inches with more room to grow, dwarfing the small white boner in the black hand. Doug stared at the comparison, rapt. He had never felt so inadequate and emasculated before — his heart beat rapidly in the back of his throat — but at the same time, he felt relaxed, like he had loosened muscles that he had kept tensed his whole life. He had no secrets here. His shame was exposed.

“Ok, now back down on your knees.”

Doug clambered down. The strong, ebony shaft was right in front of his nose now. His own pencil-boner bounced gently between his legs.

“Go ahead, boy-dick.”

Doug opened his mouth wide, wider than he thought he would have to, and wrapped his lips around the veiny hose. His tongue came forward and met the cockhead in his mouth. It felt so big and hard against his lips and cheeks. Doug exhaled, then drew in a deep breath of man-cock smell through his nose. He pushed the cock toward the back of his throat; the thick meat dragged along his slick tongue. He gulped around its girth.

James grasped the back of Doug’s head and moved it back and forth. On his knees, Doug saw James’ thick shaft disappear below his upper lip. He sucked eagerly, thinking about how he could give the best possible blowjob. He carefully ran his tongue underneath the head bayan escort besiktaş of the big black cock, licking back and forth. He felt James flex his legs and ass in pleasure.

Doug started jerking James off, marveling slightly that there was still so much meat left to suck after wrapped his hand around the shaft. This is what a man’s cock is like, he mused. This is what women hope for when they let a guy chat them up in a bar. They’re looking ahead to this moment, their sweet, smooth cunts moistening as the alpha hands her the drink he ordered for her. Maybe that’s why I’m so bad at it, because I know I’m going to let them down.

“Mmm, you’re a hungry little bitch aren’t you? You love my big cock, huh?”

Doug nodded. Long strands of saliva grew as he pulled his mouth off the delicious shaft. “Yes, sir.” He lowered his mouth back to his task.

Doug reached for James’ large scrotum. His testicles were plump, filling out the tautened skin impressively. Keeping his head, mouth and other hand working up and down the thick cock, Doug grasped James’ balls from behind and gently kneaded them. James firmed his grip on the back of Doug’s head, holding it close so his fat cockhead wouldn’t pop out of Doug’s warm mouth when his bobbing head reversed. Doug was instinctively alarmed at losing control of his movements, but quickly realized it didn’t actually bother him. He liked submitting to this man and his amazing cock.

Doug kept sucking, losing himself in time. His own dick was like a little rod of diamond. He was so horny. There was no sound in the room but the smacking of his lips and the hot breath through his nose.

Soon a small jet of salty taste permeated the sloshing saliva in his mouth. James was rock hard in his hands. Doug made sure he didn’t waver in rhythm or movement, doing his best to service every element of the superior package. James’ hips started rocking. Combined with the firm hand on the back of his head, the fat cock was pushing deep into Doug’s mouth. He gagged once or twice but kept sucking and jerking. I could get used to this, he thought.

“You ever swallow cum, boy?” James asked through gritted teeth. He was right on the edge.

“Uh-uh,” Doug managed from around the thick cock, shaking his head slightly.

“Well you’re about to,” James said. “Don’t stop, and keep swallowing.”

Doug steeled himself as the shaft pulsed on top of his tongue. He kept jerking and sucking and massaging James’ balls diligently. A moment later, James groaned loudly, his legs spasming uncontrollably. A flood of salty liquid filled Doug’s mouth. It worked its way under his tongue and around his teeth. He concentrated on sucking it all down his eager throat, but he couldn’t help coughing a little. There was so much of it. So much more than Doug would cum even if he had stopped jerking off for a month beforehand.

The hot fluid tasted salty and bitter, but like the firm hand on the back of his head, it didn’t bother him. Servicing the superior cock just made sense; he was even a little sad that it was almost over. He gulped more cum down as the flow into his mouth tapered off.

James released his grip on Doug’s head, but Doug didn’t stop working the large cock just yet. He carefully sucked every drop of cum out, even licking the little hole in the cockhead just to be sure. Eventually he got all he could, and he pulled back and looked up at James obediently.

“Good little bitch. You are a natural cocksucker. I bet you wanna jerk that tiny dick off now, huh?” James said, nodding down to Doug’s rigid boner.

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.” Doug was pathetic in his obsequiousness. There was no denying his ultimate inferiority as a man.

“Lube one finger up with spit and any of my cum that’s still in your mouth, then finger your ass. Then you can cum.”

Doug immediately thrust his index finger into his mouth, working it under his tongue to get up all the goo. Removing the slimy digit, he stood up and lay down on the bed. His hard cock rubbed against his stomach as he contorted his asshole into the air. Once in position, he slowly inserted his finger into his ass. This feeling was new and strange at first. But after a beat, he felt his hole relax, and he slowly started fucking his cunt. James watched, his large cock hanging limp.

Doug kept fucking himself while he picked up his thin boner. He was unbelievably horny, and he wasn’t surprised when a thin stream of cum shot out. His asshole convulsed around his finger while the orgasm subsided. A little pool of cum gathered in the body hair of his lower stomach. Doug looked at James.

“Give me $20 and walk me down to your front door just like that,” James ordered.

Doug pulled the finger from his asshole, removed off his cummy hand from his already softened penis and stood up while James dressed. Doug wiped the cum on his stomach and opened the bedroom door and led him out of the apartment. They walked down the building stairway, the large, clothed black man following the bulgy white boy with the limp little dick and the matted stomach hair. At the front door, James turned around.

“I’ll be back for some more of that good cocksucking, faggot. Keep your little dick out of trouble.”

And James walked away into the night.

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The toothbrush fell on the sink, followed by a grumpy mumble from Kristanna, “Ahh… crap”. The girl lazily bent down to grab it, her shoulder-length, blood-red hair falling casually on her face with her movement. She stared at the reflection in the mirror, lazy eyes, a swollen face from a tough night of sleep. She had her eyelids half down, covering her sea-green eyes partially, her red lips covered in toothpaste foam.

However sleepy and messy she was now, Kristanna’s beauty was still undeniable. She had very symmetrical features and smooth skin, with a hint of freckles on her cheeks. She washed the brush after picking it up and continued to lazily brush her teeth trying to wake herself up in the process.

Kristanna had just turned eighteen. But to most onlookers, she would pass as older, clearly having matured early. As she moved her arms holding the brush, her generous breasts jiggled freely under her pajamas, which were strangely “glued” to her skin by a sticky mixture. Soft and weighing heavily with their size, her breasts were still somehow extremely firm and perky.

The girl wore her favorite and most comfortable set of white PJs. The pants were supposed to be loose on her body, but her thick thighs, wide hips, and equally generous ass cheeks filled them up completely making them skin tight. An extremely voluptuous figure for a girl her age, or any age for that matter.

She thought about how today was probably going to play out: go to school, dodge the horny boys, pretend to like people, be social and blend in, etc. Boring, predictable, the same she had been doing for years. Kristanna was almost done with school and she couldn’t wait to finally be free to explore the world, see new things and different people. Maybe out there she wouldn’t feel like an outsider and find somewhere she belonged to. She had no idea if such a place even existed, but her heart hungered for more than the life she currently had. She was a teenager, after all, absorbed in her world and desires.

Deep within her heart, Kristanna knew she would be much worse of had she not been adopted by the Smiths, the family she had been living with for the last five or six years. She had fled the home she was born at right before she turned ten, a young child alone in the world. She ran for reasons she would rather forget. Her mind ended up blocking most of the memories from her difficult early childhood. Whatever she remembered she just wished she could forget. She managed to get away and that was everything that mattered. But right after that, with no place to go, she found herself abandoned in the streets. It wasn’t long until she was found and ended up thrown into a government institution for recovery and, hopefully, adoption.

Kristanna had no hope to be taken by anyone, she was too old. But after a couple of years living in the orphanage, the Smiths entered her life. At the time, it wasn’t the family’s plans to choose an older child such as Kristanna. But she had a captivating aura, such a beautiful girl. Her red hair locks gave her an almost angelic look. The Smiths were a very generous family, deeply Christian and religious, they decided to give Kristanna a second chance out of the goodness of their hearts. She now had a sister called Sarah who was only a couple of months younger than her, and parents that loved her and treated her as a daughter.

The Smiths were far from the perfect family though. The same Christianity that made them kind and generous also made them harsh and narrow-minded at times. They practically forced Kristanna to go to church and follow their traditions every day, traditions the girl had never been used to. Nevertheless, she accepted them, she was flexible and did what she had to do to survive. Any kind family would beat living out there. Going to some church and sitting through rites and religious classes was a small price to pay. Were not for this family Kristanna could have easily ended up in the hands of some kind of pervert, sexual criminal or serial killer for all she knew.

The Smiths were mostly good and kind people, but sensible minds could see the fearmongering strategies they often employed. They raised the girls the same way they were raised. As if there was a veil of threat on their every statement whenever the kids would “misbehave”. Not directly from them, but from Jesus of course. Peter Smith or Amanda Smith weren’t the ones that did not approve of her behavior, it was Jesus, the son of God, creator of the universe.

As such, every wrong they did was getting closer to condemning their soul to hell, unless they repented and made amends. After all, everyone is a sinner, so mistakes are expected. They just had to repent and do the shores as atonement. Amanda and Peter saw themselves as mere “messengers of the Lord”, they repeated as they pointed to one of the many crosses that hanged on the walls of their house. Nevermind the fact that “the Lord’s message” seemed to always coincide with what they escort bayan topkapı thought was best.

Kristanna never argued or confronted them, but deep inside she felt somehow imprisoned, living the life they wished for her and not her own. She appreciated the fact she had been safe and cared for during her teenage years, more than she had ever felt in her life. Nevertheless, now all the safety slowly turned into annoyance or boredom, creating a prison around her. She longed to be free once again.

All she had to do was keep her secret from them for a few more months until the school finally ended and she could move out. Kristanna was so afraid of them finding out, they were so prude and strict with sexual subjects that she honestly believed that they might bring back the inquisition and burn her at the stake. God forbid they discovered that she had been an intersex, also known as a hermaphrodite, since birth and possessed both male and female sexual organs.

It had been somewhat easy for her to hide it up to this point. Apart from her extra male appendage, she looked completely female. Matter of fact, her body was overly feminine, with round curves, wide hips and heavy but perky breasts that caused a lot of envy on her classmates. She was a prime example of a healthy and beautiful woman, with her stunning features and complexion, excellent skin and hair even without ever needing to make use of many cosmetic products or makeup. Her appearance worked well to divert any suspicion of what she was hiding between her legs.

And so the Smiths had no clue of her unusual anatomy. To them, she was a blessed, beautiful young girl who needed to learn some modesty and get used to her newly developed body. The fact she avoided all the boys at school like the plague certainly helped her stay in the SMith’s good graces. But the familiar twitch inside Kristanna’s PJs as she brushed her teeth reminded her to always stay vigilant. If it depended on the redhead, neither the Smiths nor anyone else would ever find out about her “friend”.

And what a big friend it was, massive to some standards. Kristanna could put even the most well-endowed pornstar to shame. When hard her penis could easily grow up to be well over a foot long, with a diameter of almost three inches to match, and it sported two heavy apple-sized testicles hanging underneath it. Certainly, it would make most men jealous of its majestic size. But when not erect it was much smaller, at least half it’s size. She had learned to conceal her member very well strapping it to her leg and wearing loose clothing.

However, as she went through her teenage years her sexual needs increased progressively. Kristanna had to “relief herself” more often with the passing of the months. Most teenage boys could attest to how that feels like. The hormones, thoughts, and urges. But Kristanna, even if not fully aware of it, was already way beyond the usual needs of any teenage boys. She religiously masturbated four to five times a day. And even with such frequent ejaculations she still dispensed an amount of seed in every orgasm that was impressive and abnormal.

Just last night she had fallen off of her routine and decided not to masturbate before sleeping. This alone caused her to have all kinds of wet dreams. She woke up to find her chest and the bedsheets around her completely drenched in thick semen, her member lying on her belly, still hard. Even as she finished brushing her teeth she still felt her shirt glued to her skin with partially dry fluids.

As usual, Kristanna had to finish brushing her teeth and go for her morning shower taking the bedsheets with her. This way she could wash them without Amanda noticing what had happened. And in her shower, she did herself again just to get her member to finally calm down.

Kristanna finally walked out of the shower, drying her hair with the towel, she felt the air caressing her naked body. She loved that sensation more than she liked to admit, occasionally fantasizing about walking out on the street completely naked. Hiding her secret all the time took a lot of effort, sometimes she just wished she could be accepted by her community like everyone else.

For now, she conformed with admiring herself in the mirror and fantasizing. Even though her exercising was limited to the school’s physical education classes, her muscles were toned and she had accumulated a bit of fat only on her ass and thighs. They looked extremely sexy in the mirror as Kristanna posed for a while before wrapping the towel around her breasts.

She walked out of the bathroom and jumped in surprise seeing her adoptive sister Sarah kneeling beside her bed. Sarah was the original Smith’s daughter. She was cute, but not nearly as developed as Kristanna was; in all fairness, no girl her age could be. Sarah had very long brown hair and an innocent face. Even though she was only a couple months younger than Kristanna, she had a petite body escort bayan kadıköy as well as big brown eyes that made her look younger.

Sarah looked at her big sister coming out of the shower with an expression that Kristanna had never seen before. Like she had been caught doing something wrong, but with an air of admiration and confusion. Sarah had Kristanna’s pillow on her hand, one she had forgotten to wash this morning. The pillow still had a wet spot of her cum on it. Kristanna’s heart raced with the possibility of her sibling could find out her secret. She spoke trying to remain calm and casual, distracting Sarah as she approached to pick up the pillow, “Are you OK Sarah? Why are you here so early?” Kristanna asked, causing Sarah to jump back and stare at her.

In the background, Amanda’s called “Breakfast girls!” Sarah took this opportunity to run out of the room without saying a word. Kristanna picked the pillow, sniffing it briefly. Her cum had a unique smell, strong and sweet. She shook her head disappointed at herself for having missed it and hid the pillow over the wardrobe so she could wash it later, then went for breakfast.

As she sat on the table Sarah wouldn’t say a word. She managed to catch the younger sister looking at her a few times but deflected her gaze whenever caught. She also let long sighs at times, and as she picked up the toast and the items around the table she seemed to be trembling. Something was making her uncomfortable, creating tension in the air.

Kristanna chose to ignore the girl, she had seen nothing “incriminating” and she was weird most of the times anyway. Just a few months and she wouldn’t have to hide like this anymore. Maybe she would even tell Sarah her secret, she would understand better than the Smiths.

The day went by, another normal school day and afternoon activities. However, Kristanna could not afford to underestimate her needs again. She took breaks twice in the morning to go to the bathroom and get some relief. Then again three times in the afternoon, those girls at physical education really wore tight shorts. Then she did it again right after dinner and once more before sleep. No wet dreams this time.

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The fine sound of birds singing around the calm neighborhood caused Kristanna to slowly open her eyes, rising to another day. Right before her eyes, she saw her sister, Sarah. She was staring at her so close as to question their boundaries of personal space. Still sleepy, she quickly turned her gaze towards the clock, the time was 06:18 AM, slightly before she had to go for breakfast.

Sarah just kept staring, her expression couldn’t be read. Before Kristanna could ask what was going on the younger girl just jumped over her. Perceiving this as an annoying joke by her sister, she tried to shoo the girl mumbling a lazy “Get off! Why are you such a brat!” while rolling to the opposite side. But the girl just leaned down and grabbed Kristanna’s breasts over the clothing, squeezing them with her small hands.

The sudden and overly sexual touch made Kristanna jump, forcing what remained of her sleep out of her almost instantly. This wasn’t incidental, Sarah meant to do it, “What are you doing, Sarah?!” Kristanna complained trying to protect her sensitive breasts from the assault.

Sarah didn’t seem to let go as she replied, “Kris… why do you have such big breasts? I am so slim…”

The girl’s voice had a sad tone to it, but it was loaded with something else. Many girls envied Kristanna’s well-developed curves, but Sarah had never talked about her body before, the Smith’s wouldn’t allow it. Why was she so forward about it now?

“Well Sarah, you don’t need to worry so much, I am older than you, there is time for you to develop still and… ahh…” Kristanna trailed off as Sarah began massaging her breast and touching on her particularly sensitive nipples. The redhead’s member throbbed and grew inside her pants felling the arousal. She had not strapped her cock to her leg before sleeping, she never did, it was too uncomfortable to sleep like that. So now she had to switch her legs slightly to contain her erection under the bedsheets; Sarah couldn’t find out, not now.

She grabbed her sister’s hands pulling them away from her breasts with relative ease. Kristanna was way stronger than the petite girl. But she was already feeling her face getting slightly hot, her cheeks red, “Sarah stop! Get off me, I just woke up!”

The younger sister was relentless. “You’re so beautiful, sis…” The girl’s tone was as if she was talking to herself more than to her sibling, she just leaned her head on Kristanna’s breasts and rubbed her cheeks on them, The older girl couldn’t do much but hug her sister.

That moment was so confusing, Sarah was never physical, never complimented or demanded affection, the family was very formal. But Kristanna now knew that the girl wasn’t joking around. escort bayan fındıkzade Kristanna felt bad for being aroused in such a situation, but at the same time, it seemed as if she could not control her body after Sarah had stimulated it. “Oh hum… what’s wrong Sarah? Why is this a big deal to you now?”

“Nothing… I just wanna be with you for a while…”

Kristanna felt her heart warm, no one had ever displayed such affection to her before. She hugged the girl and smiled as she closed her eyes. They got cozy on the bed, lying there for a few minutes. Kristanna felt the arousal from before slowly slipping away as she comforted her sister, this was certainly the closest moment they had together since her adoption.

As the minutes passed she finally tried to rise, but Sarah didn’t let her mumbling “No…” and hugging tighter. Kristanna just lied back again caressing the girl’s hair a little more.

Suddenly she felt it again, Sarah was not just lying on her breasts anymore, she was slowly rolling her shirt up and now one of her breasts was pretty much exposed. The girl kissed Kristanna’s boson near the nipple making her skin crawl, the redhead tried to push her away, “Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?”

But the girl was determined and simply ignored Kristanna’s attempts to push her away, sticking to that chest. She kissed it softly with her lips, her warm breath touched Kristanna’s skin and the feeling of that situation was hard to describe, given the nature of it all. While Sarah’s physical approach was confusing and sudden, Kristanna had never experienced someone so close, so intimate, touching her so kindly. She wanted to hook up more than anyone else, but she never did for fear of being discovered at school. All those years of self-deprivation and fantasizing came crashing down Kristanna’s sensitive body as it absorbed the new sensations. Even if they were just soft kisses on the breast and a tight hug, they felt like much more now. She wanted to remove Sarah from there and just stop this; it was so wrong and weird. But she could not muster the willpower to do it, her body seemed to want more, the sensations contradicting reason and common sense.

Sarah continued with the kissing, noticing that her sister was no longer trying to repel her. She got bolder and used a hand grabbing her other breast and massaging it over the blouse, slowly exposing it. Her lips now moved to Kristanna’s nipple and licked it softly making the redhead moan with the touch. This felt too good; she literally couldn’t stop now, driven by all these new sensations she didn’t know how to handle yet.

A rush of lust rushed through Kristanna’s entire body, a shiver coursed through her spine making her arch her back involuntarily. In an instant, Kristanna turned over her sister, taking the upper position and pinning the younger girl on the bed. She grabbed Sarah’s chin approaching slowly, planting a kiss on the girl’s lips. Just a soft kiss initially, but in the next seconds, it grew into a passionate tongue french kiss that completely sent both girls over the edge. Kristanna’s hand caressed Sarah’s leg and belly softly as they started making out.

What the redhead had not realized was that Sarah’s hand was about to explore her body. And the first place it went was her crotch. At this point, Kristanna was bearing a massive erection under her pajamas, and as the girl touched the hard member her eyes opened wide in surprise. It was impossible to mistake such massive, steel-hard piece of meat with anything else but what it was in fact: a huge and throbbing cock.

Before anything could be said or done, the door of the room opened accompanied by a scream. It was their mother, Amanda. She entered the room just in time to witness Kristanna over Sarah kissing her and caressing her body. Fortunately, because of the angle, she could not see the bulge in the redhead’s pants, unlike Sarah who had a clear view.

Nevertheless, Amanda had seen all she needed to see, “W-WHAT is this! Get off of my daughter!” The woman screamed as she stormed into the room and grabbed Sarah’s arm, pulling her away.

Kristanna just pulled the sheets over herself, concealing her erection, “No! Amanda, I can explain!”

Taking Sarah out of the room in a fit of rage and indignity Amanda barely heard the cries from her adoptive daughter. Before she left the room she turned around pointing her finger at the redhead, “You invite the devil into this house, girl! I’ve always known! You’re grounded until me and your father decide what to do with you!”

Amanda grabbed the key on the bedroom door and left, pulling Sarah by the arm. The younger girl looked at Kristanna one last time with confused eyes before the door was shut and locked behind her, trapping Kristanna inside her room.

Up to this day the Smiths had never openly shown favoritism towards Sarah, although she was their biological daughter, Kristanna barely remembered she was adopted sometimes. Now the words “Get off of my daughter” repeated themselves in Kristanna’s mind, she was supposed to be their daughter as well, right? Apparently not, as both girls had been caught making out on the bed but the only one of them was the wrong one who “invited the devils into the home”.

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Amateur

You see behind Me the open door to the bedroom revealing the soft light of the flickering candles. I walk slowly around letting My fingers trace the lines of your ruby red bra and thong. My body strong and hard under the black silk kimono. Stepping in front of you I draw a ruby red silk scarf from My sleeve and let it unfurl down over your breasts. I smile devilishly as I let it caress your full firm breasts before slipping it around your eyes and tightening it. You stand still as you sense me move away. My cologne fills the room as you hear Me step closer again. The sounds of tinkling metal fill your ears. You feel My hands lift first your right ankle then your left, cuffing them, then My hands taking your wrists and cuffing them as well.

“Follow Me slave.” I whisper as I take hold of your handcuffed wrists and lead you into the bedroom. your steps shortened by the length of the chains around your ankles. Your high heels making you walk carefully towards the light. Once inside the bedroom you can only make out a diffused light through your blindfold.

I pull your arms wide apart as I place you face down on the bed. Your hips raised by a pillow causing your ass to be lifted higher. You hear the handcuffs locked to the headboard. My hands spreading your legs by the ankles as I spread your legs to the sides of the footboard and locking them in place.

“Mmmm delightful slave.” You feel My hands caressing your asscheeks around the line of your thong. Suddenly My hand spanks your ass once, HARD, a squeal releases from you at the sudden lash. Again My hands softly caress you. Your hips rolling as you try to move your asscheeks with the touch of My fingers. Then another spank. HARDER. Your body shakes as you recoil from the blow. My hands slide across your ass again. This time slipping downwards between your legs, fingers finding your thong damp now. “Oh My slave seems to be enjoying this. Perhaps I shall step things up a bit.” One hand remains stroking your cunt through the slim line of material of the thong as the other moves away. You feel the cold sharp edge of a knife on your ass and you gasp. In fear or anticipation. One quick movement and you feel the back of your thong sliced apart and pop free exposing your asscheeks completely.

The scent of the candles fills your nostrils as you lay waiting for what is next. You hear Me step from the bed and then return to you. “Are you şişli escort ready slave?” I whisper. “Yesssss Master.” you reply. Your response is instantly greeted with the lash of My flogger across your asshceeks. A quick sharp blow that makes your body jerk away. As you settle back you feel the leather of the flogger stroking your ass and thighs as I caress you. Another sudden sharp blow. Then another and another, each harder than the last, alternating cheeks, crisscrossing your ass. I hear you squeal and moan at the blows. After ten lashes you are panting and groaning. Your ass red and tender. You feel Me press the flogger between your teeth as I lightly stroke oil onto your asscheeks. The lotion soothes you yet the tender soft heat remains.

Quickly you feel Me unlock you and flip you over. Your welted ass now on the pillow, raising your pussy up, your cut thong falling to the side. I quickly bind you to the head and footboards again. You feel the cold steel of My knife between your bra cups as I suddenly cut it apart. your breasts burst free, nipples swollen and thick. You feel My hand pull My flogger from your teeth again. Only to feel it slide slowly around your breasts. Suddenly, a sharp slap to each nipple causing you to gasp aloud again. Then the flogger drags slowly downwards. I grind it against your cunt. “So wet already, My slave, good, very good.”

As you strain your eyes to try and see through the silk blindfold you feel Me lightly spanking your cunt. Each slap teasing your clit. Your body moving, it jumps and jerks. As your mouth opens to moan you feel a thick dildo pressed to your lips. Instinctively your tongue rolls over it. I slowly sink the toy deeper and deeper into your mouth as I paddle your pussy, with a tug I bring the toy out dripping with your saliva. You feel each drop as I move the toy to your spread and pouting cunt. Using the flogger to grind your clit I ram the dildo in hard and deep. A sudden rush through you at the penetration. I move the toy slowly circling the fat head within you, grinding your clit. You feel My mouth suckle at your nipple as I pump you with the toy.

As your body reacts and begins to move in rhythm with My motions you feel the flogger fall and know I am reaching for something else. You feel the vibrations of another smaller toy pressing at your asshole, The oil I rubbed into you coating the tip as I glide a vibrator ümraniye bayan escort up your ass. My mouth leaves your breasts as I lean back and begin to truly fuck you with the toys. Long slow steady strokes into your pussy and ass, alternating the thrusts. In your pussy, up your ass. In your ass, out your pussy. Your hips rising and falling thrusting back at the toys. You feel My lips brush your clit. The thrusts of the toys increasing in speed as My tongue swirl around your stiff clit. Your mind reels as your orgasm explodes.

Your body shakes and writhes in the cuffs binding your wrists and ankles. The dildo stuffed deep in your cunt and the vibe buzzing in your ass send waves of sensation through you. But it is the scrape of My teeth on your stiff clit that sends your mind reeling. With no vision beneath the blindfold you let yourself go. You feel nothing but the sensations assaulting your cunt ass and clit. Your back arching as you release. The orgasm so powerful you blackout momentarily.

Gasping, you regain your senses and feel empty. The toys are gone from your holes. My mouth is no longer on your clit. A sudden fear grips you as the silence of the room, the isolation of the bindings and blindfold become your world

“Master?” You whisper.

No response. No indication that I am there.

“Master?” You repeat louder, now struggling against the cuffs.

Silence.

“Master?” You cry out louder, “please, where are you?”

Suddenly you begin sobbing, the emotions of just cumming so hard and being left bound and alone overwhelming your self-control.

“Master….Master…please.” sobbing, tears spilling from under the blindfold. You cry and choke trying to pull your arms and legs in to cradle yourself when you feel My thick swollen cock slap against your cheek.

“MASTER!” You cry joyously

“slave.” You hear Me chuckle as I slap my cock across your face. The head swollen, the crown flared, the shaft hot. Hard slaps across your face as I chuckle above you. You twist your head from side to side trying to catch the crown, but each time it slips away from you to smack against the other side.

Your sobbing begins again as you plead for my cock. “Please Master…give me your cock…let me taste you…let me pleasure you!”

You feel the flogger lash across your breasts, your back arching in pain and pleasure. Your mouth escort bayan nişantaşı forming a perfect O as you gasp. And I ram My thick cockhead in deep. One hand twisting in your hair, the other lashing the flogger across your welted breasts, as you choke down My cock. Deep forceful thrusts driving the crown like a wedge through the ring of your throat.

the head plugging your throat, gagging you.

One.

Two.

Three.

Long moments without air.

Before I tear My cock from your mouth. You cough and spit. You can feel your hot saliva drooling off my cock covering your face.

“Good, slave…Master is so nice and wet and hard now. But where to fuck you slave? Cunt or ass?”

Spitting and coughing you gasp back to Me. “Anywhere, Master…fuck my cunt…fuck my ass….use me…please god use your slut!”

As you plead, you feel Me move between your legs…the head of My thick wet cock slapping at your clit as I tease you. “Cunt or ass?”

“Please Master…please fuck me.”

You hear My laughing growl. “Both then slut!”

And My cock plunges hard into your cunt. The sudden spearing causing you to pull tight at the cuffs. Suddenly full of hot meaty cock, your body betrays you and starts to shake instantly. With deep thrusts, the head of My cock rips and tears at you.

Suddenly you feel the iron stiff cock yanked out, and rammed hard into your ass.

“ARGHHHHHHHH!” You scream as the huge crown forcing your sphincter open viciously…I grunt as I hammer My cock hard into you. Your asshole still so tight even after having the vibrator in it. Three hard thrusts and I’m still not completely in.

I rip My cock out and ram it back into your cunt leaving your ass gaping. Driving deep as you twist and moan, begging for your Master’s cock. Slamming you hard into the bed, then out again and spearing your ass.

Over and over. Cunt then ass. My pace increasing as I continue to lash the flogger across your breasts. Each hard penetrating thrust driving more and more of My thick meaty spear into you. Finally opening your ass completely to take My cock. You feel My cock swelling and throbbing, you know I am close.

As I grind deep into your ass your orgasm explodes again. “Masterrrrrrrrrrrr!” You sob and shake “Please give me your cum, pleaseeeeeee!”

“Yes slave! I growl ripping My cock from you, leaving your cunt and ass dripping and gaping.

“Master?” You gasp just before you hear Me growl louder and My hot seed splashes. Covering your face. Thick ropes of cum soaking your blindfold and filling your mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmm yessss!” I whisper as I stuff My cock into your mouth. “Drink it slave!”

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Babes

As we were driving down the highway I heard a moan and wondering what Beth was up to now I looked over just in time to watch her unbutton the last button on her blouse.

Beth had her eyes closed and she was slowly moving her finger back and forth on her tummy by the bottom of her slightly open blouse. Trying to stay on the road,I watched the goose pimples forming on her arms as her soft, small hands caressed her taunt belly. To tease me she slowly pushing the fine silk blouse she wore open, leaving it hanging off her hard nipples.

Looking at me with her “fuck me” eyes, she softly licked her lips as she gave her blouse a little tug. The soft silk pulled free of her nipples and dropped to her side. She arched her back and in the dim evening light I could see the contrast of her hard dark nipples against the creamy white of her breasts.

I watched as Beth, with her eyes barley open she lightly squeezed and caressed her breasts, her quick, unsteady breathing a sure sign of her building lust.

My own excitement was growing by the minute as I watched her soft fingers pinch and pull her nipples into hard little pebbles.

When I pulled the truck back into my lane with a jerk she looked at me. Seeing the bulge in my pants she smiled, then reached over and squeezed my cock, making me jump. She laughed and said look at me babe “I have something for you”

Trying to keep the truck on the road I watched as she placed her hands on the hem of her skirt. Very slowly she inched the skirt up her legs until it was around her waist. Saying this is for you, Beth spread her legs and her cock popped up pointing to her chest. The sight made me gasp with excitement. It also wasn’t hard to see she had no panties on.

This all started after breakfast, she walked into the bathroom and pushed me away from the mirror. Looking at me she said, today is going to be a fun day. I pushed her back and said prove it, she responded with a lite tap on my ass with her hair brush.

We looked at each other, the building sexual tension obvious as she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom. Pushing me against the footboard of the bed she said “bend over bitch” With a smile I bent over, that lite tap in the bathroom would turn into a long delicious spanking.

If anyone asked me a couple of months ago if I enjoyed being spanked by Beth, I would have laughed. But I have to admit, I don’t know who get’s off more, Beth or I, we both love the sexual thrill of spanking.

For me it’s the submission to Beth, giving her complete control over me, letting her decide how much pain or how much pleasure I can have. For her I think it’s not only the power she feels or her desire to dominate me. It’s a sexual thing. I say this because; by the time she finishes with my ass her pussy is usually dripping.

That’s what happened this morning, after paddling my ass she was breathing hard and shaking. Her pussy was dripping wet, not from the exertion of paddling me mind you, but from the pure lust of the experience.

I turned my head to look in the mirror when she stopped and watched Beth slowly rubbing her clit. I could tell by her heavy deep breathing and the way she was looking at my blistered bright red ass it had exciting her.

When she saw me watching her she pulled me off the bed and kissed me. Pulling her tight I let the feeling of her soft breast and hard nipples pushing against my chest excite me even more.

She felt my hard cock pulsing against her tummy so she pushed me back and looked down. The site of my pulsing cock dripping precum made her smile. Then with a look of lust on her face she grabbing my hair and pulled my head down next to her lips, in my ear she whispered “nice cock big boy”

With just the tips of her fingers she lightly strokes the length of my cock. The lite touch making me harder still. Her fingernails lightly scrach the head my cock, makes my body shudder with desire. Showing me the precum on her hand our eyes lock, the two of us licking the sticky cream from her finger tips. When our tongues touch we kissed.

Pulling my ear next escort şişli to her lips she say’s in a lust filled whisper, put your cock in my ass if you want. Tonight I don’t care, I just need to feel your hardness in me, I need your cock. Please, JUST FUCK ME!

Putting my hands under her arms as I lift her up her legs wrap around my waist. I turn and lay her on the bed. She pulls her legs back and I take hold of her ankles. Pulling her legs open I push them back against her chest.

Reaching between her legs Beth takes hold of my cock and wet’s it by rubbing the tip against her pussy. Looking in my eyes she places the tip against her tight puckered asshole. I lightly push and she closes her eyes as her virgin ass refuses to yield. I push a little harder and she grimiest with pain. Taking a deep breath she pulls on my hips and the head of my cock pushes into her tight ass.

Beth throws her head back and screams out in pain and pleasure. The tightness of her ass is making my cock get harder as it forces her open.

She puts her hand on my chest stopping me before I can push any harder. Taking a deep breath she slowly exhales as her hand drops. With a moan my cock slips into her ass.

Her hands are on my hips and I can feel her body shaking with excitement. She takes another deep breath and I feel her ass loosen as she exhales. Pulling me down Beth whispers in a deep lusty voice, I’m almost there baby, FUCK ME!

I’m trying to be genital but she’s having none of that, she’s ready to cum, in desperation she try’s to fuck my cock by moving her hips, but with my weight on her body she can’t move. Slapping my ass she yells at me COME ON BABY, GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME!

That’s all I need to hear, I pull it out then slam it home, my hips slap her ass and I feel the bed move. AHHHHH, she screams out in pleasure.

She wraps her arms around her legs and pulls them back as far as she can. She want’s me to fuck her deeper but I’m fucking her ass as hard as I can. Watching her passion build an orgasm suddenly over takes her and she yells out.

YEA BABY THAT’S IT, FUCK ME HARD! COME ON BABY, CUM IN MY ASS!

When I hear that I can’t hold back any longer. Her tight virgin ass, and the feel of her tits pushing against my chest and the spanking, it more than I can take.

Beth explodes when she feels my hot cum, for the first time in our marriage I watch as her cum squirts, soaking me and flooding the bed.

That was just the start; the experience so excited us we spent the rest of the morning fucking in every room in the house.

When we sit down for lunch Beth is upset that I can sit so comfortably. So after lunch she takes hold of my arm and walks me over to the kitchen island. Pushing on my arm she bends me over and tells me not to move. She’s decided I need another paddling.

Bent over the island waiting for her to return all sorts of painfully erotic delights are running thru my head. As I listen to her in the bedroom going thru her dresser looking for something I pictured her in the leather outfit she just bought.

It’s suddenly quite, it takes a few minutes before I hear her footsteps. I know what’s coming because Beth loves spanking me; she loves to see her paddle turn my ass a bright crimson red, so as I listen to the slow click, click of her heels it has me squirming on my toes.

When she walked around the corner dressed in her black bra, panties, and high heels I knew I was in for it. Beth calls it her spanking outfit. In her hand was a thick hardwood paddle that she likes to call her equalizer.

This is what I’ve been dreading, and lusting for all morning. When Beth gets likes this she can go all day. She’ll take her time letting the excitement build by using the pain to bring me to a level of unbelievable erotic pleasure and keep me there for hours if she wants.

She likes watching me squirm as the paddle connects with my ass while I watch her furiously rubbing her clit in the mirror.

She walks past me and her hand lightly caresses my ass sending tingles thru my body. When she reaches escort bayan taksim the other side of the island she leans over next to my ear and whispers in a deep lust filled voice, baby my pussy’s as hot as your ass is about to be.

I’ll tell you, just thinking about it I start to shake in anticipation.

Beth laughs as a lite tap from her oak paddle makes me jump. I know I’m in for it when she rubs moisturizer cream on my ass. Stepping back she tells me to prepare myself. I hear her grunt and I brace myself just before the paddle connects with my ass, setting it on fire.

I try to stand up but Beth’s hand is pushing on my back forcing me against the island. The best I can do is dance on my toes.

For the next hour or so Beth works over my ass, taking her time she’s enjoying herself. She uses both hands and when the paddle connects with my ass it lifts me up and pushes me against the island.

The pain in the beginning has long ago been replaced by an erotic burning sensation. The sudden unbelievable orgasmic release that I crave, that I love so much, leaves me a quivering mass of male pudding.

I feel something against my leg and it takes a few seconds before I realize its Beth, rubbing her pussy against my leg. In the back of my muddled mind I hear the paddle drop as Beth yells out,

O FUCK I’M CUMMING!

Moaning and shaking she fucks my leg, her cum soaks her panties before running down my leg and puddling on the floor. In exhaustion we collapse on the floor barley able to move.

When Beth gets like this I never know what will happen next so when she jumped up and said lets go shopping I wasn’t surprised. I also knew we weren’t finished yet.

Half an hour later and here we are, driving down the road. Her last paddling has left my ass raw and as I drive and watch her stroking her cock it has me squirming in my seat.

Watching her slowly stroke her cock I can’t help but wonder what will happen next.

Grabbing the wheel Beth pulls us back into our lane just in time as a truck fly’s by us. Looking at me she said it’s going to be pretty hard to explain my cock to the doctors if you wreck the truck so keep your eyes on the road.

I smiled as I reached over and stroked her cock saying maybe we should find a nice quite spot along side the road. Then I can take care of this, and you can put it where it belongs, in my ass.

Slapping my hand away Beth said, you’re going to get fucked sometime today babe, but it will be when and where I decide you deserve it, and right now you don’t. What you do have coming is another good paddling if you don’t watch the road.

Seeing the box store on the right she said, turn here and park, over in the far lot where it’s nice and quite.

Pulling into the spot she was pointing to I looked around and see it’s a good spot, nice and secluded. You couldn’t see the road because of a thick tall hedge and the truck blocked the view from the store.

Leaving all the buttons unbuttoned Beth tied her blouse closed and jumped out of the truck. Walking around to my side she started walking towards the store.

Jumping out the door I Run to catch up, when I catch her I put my arm around her and look down. I don’t know which was hotter, watching the front of her dress as her cock bounced or her tits as they jiggled with each step she took.

My cock getting hard just watching her.

I clear my throat and asked her if she was forgetting something. Her hand circling her cock she smiled and said nope, everything’s just how I want it. I’m going inside if you’re not up to it you can always wait in the truck.

By now we were halfway to the door and people had starting looking at her, some with interest, and some with disgust. Beth grabbed my arm and stopped, I looked at her face only to realize she was having another orgasm.

I grabbed a cart for her to lean on then stood there watching her and laughing as she smiled and tried to hide it.

When she had settled down a bit Beth looked at me with mock anger. Holding her cock she said, you kartal escort bayan think that was funny just wait, yours is coming.

Then taking my hand she put it on her cock and smiled as she said, just keep this in mind this cock is going in your ass sometime tonight. Maybe I’ll fuck you in the store or maybe not we’ll just have to see.

For the next hour or so we wandered around the store playing grab ass with each other. We were getting so hot we were both shaking with lust.

Not caring who was watching, when she saw an old man and his wife she lifted her dress and asked if he wanted some. His wife looked at Beth in horror so she patted my hard on and asked if she wanted some too.

After that I told her we better get out of there. I pulled her into the landscaping department and the first thing Beth did was pull me into a dark corner and drop to her knees. Pulling my zipper down she pulled my hard cock out of my pants. With out any hesitation she sucked my cock deep into her mouth until I could feel her nose touching my pubic hair.

Customers walking past only intensified the thrill. I looked down and watched her fingers piston in and out of her pussy in time with her mouth on my cock.

Beth stood and decided it was time to leave when she tickled my asshole and I knocked over a cart almost falling.

Not wasting anytime she forced my rock hard cock back into my pants and pulled the zipper up.

Patting my cock she smiled and said, what you think babe, time I fucked your ass How about it, you ready for my big hard cock up your ass.

She didn’t have to ask twice, I grabbed her arm and started for the truck. Thinking we were going to go home I tell her to hurry up it’s a long ride. But she had other ideas, ideas that I would very soon find out that had nothing to due with going home.

At the truck I started for the driver’s door but Beth had other ideas, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to her side where she pushed my back against the truck. Kissing me she pulled my zipper down and with a flick of her wrist my pants dropped to the ground. Beth followed by dropping to her knees and licking the precum off the tip of my cock.

In the dim light I could see she had pulled her dress up and was stroking her cock. I could tell she was close to having an orgasm. Suddenly she jumped to her feet put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down.

SUCK IT BITCH!

Beth grabbing my hair and holding my head in her hands she forced her cock down my throat. She lost control as she fucked my mouth, fucking it so hard my head was bouncing off the door. It didn’t take long for her to have a huge orgasm.

In the middle of her orgasm Beth opening the door and pulled me to my feet. Bending me over the seat Beth said in a low raspy voice “get ready bitch” I’m gonna fuck you senseless. With one thrust Beth slammed her cock into my ass, buried it as her thighs slapped my ass cheeks.

AAAAAAFUCK

Beth was shaking uncontrollably and trying to hold on to me as another orgasm racked her body. She collapses on my back as her orgasm starts to subside. My own orgasm almost there I wiggle my ass trying to put myself over the top. Feeling this she comes back to earth and starts to fuck me.

Starting slow and easy so she can catch her breath Beth gets a good rhythm going. I’m get closer and closer and she can sense it, she can feel it. I’m almost there so she rewards me by pounding her cock in my ass.

A car pulls up and stops, Beth wave’s and two people, a man and woman get out of the car to watch her pounding her cock in my ass. She grabs my hair and pulls me up. Looking the couple in the eyes I explode. When Beth see’s the cum hit the window she joins me.

Pushing her cock as far into my ass as she can I feel her hot sticky cum running down my leg.

The man and woman start clapping.

Patting my ass Beth tells me to pull my pants up and get in the truck. By the time I’m zipping my pants up Beth’s in the driver’s seat starting the truck and the manager of the box store yelling at her to stop.

She puts the truck in gear and I jump in my seat and were on our way laughing as the manager runs after us, yelling and calling us perverts and to never come back.

On the way home Beth tells me her idea for our next adventure and I’m already hot and hard. I can’t wait.

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