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As the party were shown into the Tabernas’ large dining hall for the main meal, Ria was kicking herself. She can’t believe she hadn’t recognized the man at the hotel earlier as Carlos Sanz, the number one driver for the Cabo Blanco Racing Team. She was staring at Carlos. He looked so different than the photos in the CIA files that Ria had seen on him.

Ria felt a hand on her arm. She looked over her shoulder to see Luis Tabernas. “You seem very intent on Mr. Sanz,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“I am just surprised how different he looks from the pictures I’ve seen of him before,” she said.

Luis nodded. “Ah yes, the ‘wild man’ of the racing world, with his long, golden locks and scruffy face. Carlos was quite the party man, but he was not happy to only come second in last years championship. In the off season he has been spending his time with a number of… how shall I put this… ‘gurus’ whose job it is to help him focus. From physical training to sports psychologists, he has seen them all. He has cleaned himself up, discarded his wild ways and has a new focus this year, and we at Tabernas’ racing are very excited about his chances.”

“Tabernas Racing?” Ria asked. “Don’t you mean Cabo Blanco Racing?”

Luis bristled and Ria felt him squeeze her arm a little tighter. “This racing team is ours, not the damn sponsors. Cabo Blanco may have their name on it for marketing purposes, but don’t get confused. Luis Tabernas and his brother Rodrigo are the power in this organisation.”

Ria had known that the question was a provocation, but it was a strategy that herself, Chambers, Black Oak and Jarvis Cleethorpe had developed to allow her to get close to Luis Tabernas. “He doesn’t keep women around long,” Cleethorpe had said, “but he does seem to keep them longer if they challenge him. Not too much, mind you, because he does have a temper. But enough that he feels he has to work to bed you and keep you.”

Ria smiled and put her hand on Luis Tabernas’ chest. “Oh, Mr. Tabernas, I can see that you are the real power here. That is one fact that is not in doubt,” she cooed.

Luis smiled, and then twister her around in a motion that bordered on roughness. “Why don’t you come down and sit next to me, lovely Ria. And please, call me Luis,” he said, guiding her forward towards the dining room table.

There were 11 people at the dinner party, so a long table was set out with 5 people on one side and 6 on the other, with the ends left empty. Luis guided Ria to the side of the table with 5 people on it, having her sit at the far end. Luis took the seat beside her.

Across from Ria, the quiet and poised Dominican Gariela sat, with the Cabo Blanco racer Simon Correa sitting beside her. Carlos Sanz, giving Ria a quick glance, took the seat beside Simon, then he turned to talk to COO of Cabo Blanco, Andre Fernandez, who was sitting on Carlos’ other side. That side of the table was filled out with Marisa, the Venezuelan girl and Isabella, the stern Mexican handler of the Cabo Blanco “Ambassadors.”

On Ria’s side of the table, Swedish racer Kasper sat on the other side of Luis, with Emma beside him and rounding out the table Rodrigo Tabernas.

As the multiple course dinner was served, for the most part Ria concentrated on flirting with Luis Tabernas, verbally pulling him close before pushing him away again, trying to get the correct balance of challenge for the transsexual-loving drug lord. She seemed to be succeeding, judging by Luis’ unabashed stares and the very visible hard-on in his pants.

Occasionally Ria would survey the table to see what the other dinners were up to. At the far end of the table, Marisa and Isabella looked to be involved in a deep conversation, leaning close to one another as they spoke. Next to them, Carlos was chatting happily with Andre Fernandez, possibly sucking up to the sponsor, thought Ria. Across from Ria, Chilean racer Simon had tried to engage with Gabriela without much success, so he gave up. Gabriela ate in silence as Simon turned his attention to the other three dinners across from him. Bubbly blonde Emma was entertaining Rodrigo on her left, Kasper on her right and Simon across the table and down a few seats from her. She was telling stories and jokes, and generally captivating the men.

As the last course of the meal was served, Luis made a move, putting his hand on Ria’s knee, and letting it slide up her leg. Ria allowed Luis to feel her soft skin, and let his hand slip down to massage her inner thigh. When he started to move up in between her legs, she stopped him, leaning over and whispering, “Mr. Tabernas, please. This isn’t the place for that.”

Luis smiled and leaned back. “So, there is a place for that,” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

Ria looked away shyly, though of course that was just an act. She knew she would eventually be sleeping with Luis Tabernas, but she also wanted to make sure she provided enough of a challenge for him. Plus, while she knew that he liked transsexuals and would already know that she was one, that is information tuzla escort that she wouldn’t have unless it was for the CIA. If she was to play the role of the innocent, she would have to “reveal” her secret to him.

Luis made a low moan, and said, “Please, call me Luis.” Ria turned her head to look at Luis, and in doing so caught the eye of Carlos Sanz. He winked at her and raised his glass.

* *

The dinner party ended and the various parties went their separate ways. Emma, Marisa, Gabriela, Ria and Isabella got into the van with driver provided for them to head the couple hours back to the hotel.

There were four rows of seats. The driver sat alone in the front. In the second row, Ria and Emma sat. Emma didn’t stop talking the entire time, gushing about how “sexy” all the racing drivers were, and how much she wanted them to “rev her engine and work her gear box.” In the third row Gabriela sat alone, silently looking out the window without saying a word. In the last row, Isabella and Marisa sat. Ria occasionally glanced back, and noticed that as the two hour trip progressed, they seemed to be sitting closer and closer together.

After more than two hours, they arrived back at the hotel. Isabella lined the girls up on the tarmac outside the hotel. “Alright, ladies. Good job tonight. Tomorrow we start our two weeks of training. You’ll be learning a lot about both the racing series and our sponsors’ products, especially the Cabo Blanco range. Meet tomorrow at 8:30 am down in the lobby for our start. Good night, ladies,” Isabella said. The women dispersed, though Ria couldn’t help noticing that Isabella and Marisa exchanged a look before departing.

Ria returned to her room, took a quick shower and changed into her bed clothes. Not expecting to entertaining any men tonight, she slipped into a t-shirt and a pair of men’s boxers. She didn’t often wear men’s boxer shorts, but she found them quite comfortable to sleep in, especially if she woke up in the morning with a hard-on.

Ria crawled into bed and reported back to CIA headquarters using the secure communications on her laptop.

“Met Luis Tabernas tonight. All going to plan. He is very interested. Also met Andre Fernandez. Timing seems right – could he be Aguila Roja?”

She waited a few minutes, and a message came back.

“Fernandez is on the list of potential Aguila Rojas. If not actual Aguila Roja, definitely close to Aguila Roja. Don’t worry about him, though. Keep your mind on your mission – Luis Tabernas.

P.S. Be safe – Chambers.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Ria thought. She put away the laptop and shut off the light. She had barely got her head down on the pillow, though, before there was a loud knock at her door. She got up and looked through the peep-hole. It was Luis Tabernas and two goons in black suits.

Ria opened the door. Luis smiled a dirty smile. “Good to see you again, Ria. Do you mind if I come in?” he asked, before pushing his way past Ria and into the room. The two black-suited goons followed him in, checking in the bathroom, in the closet, under the bed and behind the curtains.

“Room is clean,” one of the goons reported to Luis.

Luis nodded and waved his hand towards the door. “Good, why don’t you boys go and wait by the pool, then?” he said. The men in black suits left the room and shut the door, leaving Ria alone with Luis Tabernas.

Ria stood, her hands on her hips, and stared at Luis. “So, Luis, what brings you 2 hours out of your way to my hotel room,” she asked, putting a hint of force in her voice.

Luis raised an eyebrow playfully. “Why does any man show up at a woman’s hotel room in the middle of the night?” he asked.

Ria took a step towards him. “If he shows up without her permission, I can only assume it is to get her hand slapped across his face in response to his presumption.”

Luis laughed. “A powerful man does not need an invitation. A powerful man, such as myself, is always wanted. Isn’t that right,” he said. He took two quick steps towards Ria, grabbed her with both hands and pulled her towards him, placing his lips onto hers. Ria could feel his tongue quickly and forcefully push into her mouth, and she could also feel the steel-like hardness of his cock pressing through his pants and against her leg.

Ria wriggled until her arms were free enough to get some leverage, and then used on of her judo moves to flip Luis Tabernas head over ass and onto the bed. He bounced, surprised, off the bed and onto the floor.

Ria turned to face him, crouching in a defensive position. Luis stood up and dusted himself off. “My, my,” he said, “you are quite the little fighter. I do like my women with some life in them.”

Ria snorted. “Try coming at me again, and I’ll be the only thing in this room with any life in it.”

Luis titled his head and smiled. “Is that a threat, Ria?”

“Are you not used to be threatened?” Asked Ria.

Luis laughed. “No, I get threatened all the time. It is just rarely from someone who I think might göztepe escort have the gall to try and act on it. Not to mention, you are just a small, little girl, and I am a big, strong man, what do you think you could do?” he asked.

Ria turned her wrist and beckoned him forward, just as she had seen the fighters do in the martial arts films. “Why don’t you come here and see what I can do?”

Luis’ eyes opened wide and his nostrils flared. He charged at her. Ria moved quickly to her left, leaving a leg out in Luis’ path. As he tripped on the leg, she brought her fists down on his back, ensuring his being off balance. Luis lunged forward out of control and smashed into the closet door, smashing it from its hinges.

Ria sprinted across the room, and took up another defensive position. Luis pulled himself out of the closet, and grunted. He threw his hands to his sides, puffing out his chest and screaming. He charged again. This time Ria waited until he was almost within range of her, then fell to the ground on her back. She drove her feet up into Luis’ stomach. The force of the blow caused him to exhale. He whimpered and looked deflated as the force of his motion took him forward, over Ria’s prone body and smashing into the glass of the hotel windows. Luckily the reenforced glass didn’t give. Luis staggered from the window and collapsed onto the floor, winded.

Ria jumped up and hopped onto the bed. She stood there, bouncing up and down and smiling, looking at the man lying on the floor, exhausted. If he wanted a challenge, he was sure getting it.

Luis caught his breath and stood up. His eyes were slits, his nostrils flared out wide like a bulls. He was breathing heavily through his mouth with a foamy spray of spit jetting out of his mouth on every exhale. “You are going to pay,” he snorted, and lunged towards Ria.

This time, Ria let him catch her. He wrapped his arms around her and forced her off the bed and onto the floor with a thud. He straddled her, his entire weight pushing down on her slight frame. He raised a hand, ready to punch her.

This, Ria knew, was the moment for her to act. She lurched forward and planted her lips upon his, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Luis was caught off guard for a moment, but then responded in kind. His arm, which had been raised to strike her, instead came slowly down and started to caress her body. His lips pressed against hers, his tongue wrestled with hers in the open caverns of their mouths.

Ria felt Luis’ hands tug at her shirt, and soon the t-shirt was ripped up over her head and thrown aside. Luis stopped for a moment, looking at her statuesque breasts, before diving towards them and attacking them with his mouth. Luis was not a gentle lover, that much was certain. He was forceful, bordering on rough, but never quite passing over the line. He seemed to instinctively know how much pressure and force to apply to be on the edge of being painful, but still on the pleasurable side of the line between pleasure and pain.

Ria’s nipples reacted to Luis’ mouth and tongue, and were soon rock hard. Luis gladly licked and sucked on Ria’s pert nipples. He had been working her nipples with his lips and tongue, but now she was aroused, he started to gently nip and bit at them as well, holding them between his teeth just long enough that the Ria was on the verge of pushing him off, and then releasing. After the slight pain, Ria would always experience a wave of pleasure. Luis seemed to know exactly her thresholds.

Luis started to move down her body, licking her stomach and working on her belly button. Ria allowed him to caress her body with his tongue until he reached the elastic of her boxer shorts, then she pushed him off and bounded up.

“Oh, Mr. Tabernas,” she said, trying to sound like she was on the verge of tears. “That was so good, but we can’t go further. I haven’t been honest with you. I am not who I seem. You’ll never forgive me, Mr. Tabernas.” Ria sat with a thud on the bed.

Luis smiled and took a few steps towards her. He knelt before her, and put his hand tenderly on her arms. “Ria, you are a beautiful, amazing woman. There is nothing you could say that would make me mad at you.”

“No, what I haven’t told you, it is not forgivable,” Ria said, looking away. Ria knew that the “secret” she was about to reveal she knew he would forgive. She was chosen specifically because of it. If she told him, however, that she was a spy working for the CIA, that she knew he would not forgive.

Luis stroked her arm. “Please, Ria, tell me your secret. Tell me, and I promise I will love you for it,” he said.

Ria turned her head back towards Luis and looked into his eyes for a few moments. She could see he was sincere. She almost felt bad about deceiving him, but let that feeling go. Feeling bad for this drug lord would serve her no purpose.

Ria stood up, and pulled off her boxer shorts. Luis’ eyes scanned down her body until his gaze rested on the area between her legs. He admired her beautiful, semi-rigid üsküdar escort cock. “You are a beautiful woman, with something extra for me,” he said.

Luis took Ria’s penis in his hand, and slowly moved forward until the tip of her cock touched his lips. He moved his head back and forth, letting his lips run along the tip of her dick. He moved his head away for a moment, and Ria could see his lips were moist with a gloss of pre-cum. The vision made her penis grow slightly harder.

Luis moved his head forward again, this time parting his lips and taking the head of her cock into his mouth. He massaged the tip of her dick with his tongue and lips, not pushing himself down on her penis yet. He worked the glans of cock and a set of expert lips. As rough as he had been with her when sucking her breasts, he was gentle now, tenderly loving the head of her cock with his mouth.

Ria grew to her full length. Luis started to take more of her in his mouth, pushing himself down her shaft before pulling all the way back to the tip, and then pushing back down again. Ria moaned the the feeling of the expert cock-sucker working her shaft and head.

Luis’ hands moved up her legs until he reached her waist. He moved his right hand underneath her legs, and started to massage her balls. His left he moved around behind her, massaging her buttocks.

Ria started to pant, a cue that Luis took to speed up the action of his mouth. He started pumping his face up and down on Ria’s shaft quicker, and his left hand found its way between Ria’s butt cheeks and up against her rosy asshole. Luis pushed himself all the way down on Ria’s dick, and then plunged a finger into her butthole.

Luis started bobbing his head up and down on Ria quickly as his finger pushed in and out of Ria’s asshole, massaging her prostate.

Ria’s legs shook. Her asshole started convulsing around Luis’ finger. She grabbed Luis’ thick black hair in her hands and pushed herself as far into his mouth as she could. She moaned loudly and released herself into Luis’ mouth. Her salty-sweet juice coated the inside of Luis’ mouth, and he quickly swallowed it down, continuing to suck on her to coax more out of her. Once she was spent and he had gulped down every drop of her cum, he released her from his mouth and pulled his finger out of her ass.

Luis stood up and smiled. “See, Ria, I told you I would love you for your secret.” Luis undid his shirt and threw it across the room, and then undid his belt. “Now that I have loved you, will you love me in return?” he asked. He pulled off his pants to reveal are large, thick cock.

Luis pushed Ria onto her back on the bed, and then grabbed her legs. He lifted them in the air, pulling them apart and lifting her ass up to meet his rock hard penis.

“Yes, let’s see how much love you can give me in return,” he said as he pushed himself fully into Ria’s ass.

* *

Carlos Sanz was in the bar of the hotel, having drinks with Andre Fernandez, when he saw the two goons sit down and order colas. He recognized the goons as two of Luis’ men. That could only mean that Luis was here, no doubt with Ria Ortega.

He smiled to himself. That is a piece of knowledge that could come in handy later. He belted down his tequila and turned to Fernandez. “Another one, Andre?” he asked.

* *

Marisa looked both ways down the hall, making sure the coast was clear before knocking on the door in front of her. The door opened, and Isabella stood there naked, looking at Marisa.

Marisa admired the smooth, tanned body in front of her. Small, taut breasts, a flat stomach and her smooth, shaved groin. Marisa continued to look at Isabella’s crotch as Isabella let her hand slip down and start to massage her pussy lips.

Marisa looked up. “Isabella, I was hoping that we might get a chance to be… closer.”

Isabella let out a low moan as Marisa entered the room.

* *

Rodrigo Tabernas walked out of his study and called out to his guards. “Quickly, get my brother.”

The guards looked at each other nervously. “He’s not here, sir. He went out.”

Rodrigo rolled his eyes. “He is off fucking that stupid tranny, isn’t he? We have big problems in Peru, and he is off sticking his dick in some whore. This is just typical of him. Fine, I’ll handle this myself.”

Rodrigo went into his study, the door slamming behind him.

* *

The wake up call came way too early for Ria’s liking. Luis had stayed very late, alternating between the tender man who sucked her cock and the rough and tumble fucker who bit on her tits and pushed himself into her ass. It was one of the strangest sexual experiences Ria had ever had, which is saying a lot for a girl who had once blown a donkey in a Mexican circus. It was almost like there were two Luis’. The one who liked to gently and tenderly lick Ria’s cock, balls and ass with soft lips and a silken tongue, and the growling Luis with the rough hands and large cock who pushed himself deeply, rapidly and repeatedly into her ass.

Not that Ria minded. She liked the two sides of the man, and the heights he had taken her too. It was really too bad he was a cold-blooded murderer and drug lord, because otherwise Ria could see herself getting used to living in the moneyed luxury of Luis Tabernas.

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Continued from part 4…

I actually lost count of the number of swats and orgasms Jan had experienced already tonight. Between our private time in her bedroom, and the time in front of her husband, I guessed she might have had 7 or 8 cums in the space of 2 hours. Interlaced between her climaxes, I guess there might have been 35 swats delivered directly on her bottom, which was glowing a shade of crimson now.

Looking back on the whole evening, she had trusted me to lead her through the doors of her desire. Let’s see, she was humiliated in the bathroom when I made her pee in front of me; ordered to strip and made to look at herself in front of the mirror; masturbated herself numerous times; had her pussy closely inspected, then licked and exposed, not to mention fingered and touched in front of her husband; held two different cocks in her hands simultaneously; sucked a cock; had a pair of panties stuffed up inside her pussy; squirted in front of her husband with her legs spread wide open; had her breasts and nipples played with and sucked by both me and Kenny; sucked a dildo we both knew was supposed to be my cock, then was fucked by that same dildo; let her husband take some seriously nasty pictures of everything she did, and, on top of all of that had, she confessed her most secret fantasies to us. As she lay there on the blanket before me, I knew she was a 90% satisfied woman. The last 10% was about to be delivered.

“Poor Kenny”, I though. He’s had a really rough night, too. He’s had a hard-on all night and received not even one chance to cum. I chuckled to myself, thinking ‘Boo Hoo. Poor Kenny’. Yeah, right. At least he got his cock sucked and had a chance to face fuck his wife. Compared to the momentary stroking she gave my cock, he better not be whining one damn bit!

Neither Kenny, nor I said anything as she laid there catching her breath. We drunk in her beauty as her little a-cups rose and fell in rhythm to her breathing. Once she settled down, I saw her open her eyes and look at us. I held my hand out to her and smiled. She reached for my outstretched hand and I pulled her into a sitting position. “Jan,” I said, “I have only one more official duty tonight, and that’s to make sure you get penetrated by a real, live cock. Part of that responsibility is to make sure you enjoy it and that you have an opportunity to feel more than you’re felt before. Once that’s done, I can say goodbye and leave you two love birds alone.”

She grinned broadly at me and I could see her eyes sparkle, despite the wear and tear of her tears. “So,” I continued, “Let’s get the show on the road. Kenny, my friend, if you would be so kind as to swap places with Jan. Just lay on your back and keep your cock hard ’cause it’s time for Jan to ride that pony.”

Jan was eager to get up and let Kenny take her place, which he did almost immediately. I held up the bottle of Astroglide lube and asked her if she wanted it, and she shook her head. “Okay, then,” I said, “Jan, you’re going to be on top. Would you like to sit on his face, or perhaps a 69 to start off with?” “Oh,” she replied, putting her finger on her cheek and giving me a mock questioning look, “I think some 69 would be a good place to start.” With that, I took her hand and guided her to a position where she was facing his feet and straddling his legs. “Go ahead, Princess, have a seat on your throne” I said, motioning down to Kenny’s face. She knelt down and scooted her pussy back toward his face. She obviously knew just how far to scoot because her aim was perfect as she settled her wet vagina just inches from his mouth.

“Kenny, your job is to make love to that beautiful pussy with your mouth. There is no other goal and no other objective. You need to concentrate on pleasuring her.” I then looked at Jan saying, “Your job is to be pleasured. If you want to suck him, feel free. If you just want to wiggle your little lips down on his face, you can do that to. I’ll just sit and watch for a few minutes while the two of you settle in.”

I picked up the spanking seat and carried it over to the end of the blanket. I was just starting to put it down when I sensed something. Turning to look at her, I could see that she was looking at me. I sat down and her eyes drifted down to my crotch. I spread my knees wide and rubbed the bump in my jeans. Thinking ‘what the hell’, I pulled down the zipper and reached inside to haul out my cock in it’s perpetual state of hardness. Her eyes never left my cock as she took his cock in her hands and started to stroke it. Even as she bent down to take him into her mouth, her eyes stayed latched on to mine. I could tell she wasn’t in any hurry what so ever. Kenny, on the other hand was going to town munching on her pussy.

Finally, I could see Kenny’s efforts were succeeding as she closed her eyes from time to time and moaned, “Oh, yeah.” I chuckled to myself and finally asked her “Does that feel good?” She smiled at me, nodded her head and said “Uh huh.” As she Maltepe Escort watched me, I began to stroke my cock, teasing her by holding it out and pointing it at her. I knew Kenny couldn’t see this since she was sitting on his face.

I scooted the spanking seat closer to her and sat as close as I could without touching either of them. She continued to watch me stroke my shaft up and down until she pulled up off of his cock, opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue at me. We spent a few seconds exchanging gestures until I was sure that she was sending a clear message that she definitely wanted my cock. I settled into the spanking seat and continued jacking myself, slowly at first, giving her something to look at and to think about. It was fun to tease her, as well as give some attention to my aching cock. I noticed that she was becoming more and more agitated due to Kenny’s pussy licking until she unexpectedly pulled him out of her mouth and started to cum all over his face, letting out a long “Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeessssss.”

I think Kenny was getting mighty close to popping his cork, so I told her to stand up. Tucking my cock back into my pants, I pulled her toward me. Her well eaten and wet pussy was right in front of me and I couldn’t resist slipping two fingers up inside of her. She spread her legs wide for me and thrust her hips forward as if to tell me I could have her pussy. I removed my fingers from her vagina and started to suck them. As I did, she lowered her hand and put her own fingers between her lips and slid them into her vagina. When I had finished sucking my own fingers clean, she withdrew her fingers and held them up to me. Taking her hand, I licked and sucked her fingers clean, too, completely oblivious to Kenny’s curious eyes.

“Go on,” I told her, “Get on top of his cock and have a good ride. See if you can make him cum.”

The speed in which she moved to climb on top of Kenny made me think she was going to hurt him. But, as she bent down and sat on him, she tilted her ass a certain way and his cock sank into her just as if it had a mind of it’s own. I will tell you that the sight of her bare pussy, sliding up and down on his cock, plunging through her wet lips and the sound of their union was one of the most arousing things I’ve ever witnessed. Her little anus was winking at me, too, every time her muscles raised her up on his shaft, it gave a little wink, begging me to touch.

Now, I’ve never been one to miss an obvious opportunity to finger a cute lady’s bottom, and I didn’t want to start now. I got up from the spanking seat, reached for the lube and sat down on the floor next to them. I don’t think either of them were watching me and, she was surprised as hell as she felt my fingers spreading the lube around her crinkled hole and gently pressed just the tip of my finger inside her ass. “Oh, yeah, stick your finger in,” she moaned, “fuck my ass with it.”

Even though my finger was only in her about one inch, I could feel the movement of his cock in her. I withdrew my finger and applied some additional lube to her hole and very slowly started to insert my finger into her. Once I got past her opening, my finger slipped effortlessly in, all the way to the hilt. Oh, damn, through the thin membrane separating her vagina and her ass I could feel his cock moving in and out. As she slowed her movement, I could feel the crown of his cock head rub up against my finger on the other side. What a rush that was.

I started to match her speed, fucking her ass with my finger at the same speed she was fucking his cock with her pussy. She was grunting now on every stroke and a film of sweat had appeared on her back, glistening under the bright light of their living room. I withdrew my finger one more time and applied even more lube to her ass and then inserted two fingers into her. This electrified her, that’s the only way to describe it. She started to move at a much faster pace, softly grunting as her hips moved wildly, sucking in his cock on every stroke then grinding her clit against him when she hit bottom. She was giving him a pretty hard ride.

“I’ve got two fingers in your ass, Jan, how does it feel?” I asked.

“It’s really, really nice. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, “that feels so fucking good.”

“Jan, two fingers is just about the size of a cock.” I told her. “If you like the way this feels, imagine how a round cock would feel.”

“Oh, yeah, fucking-A right about that.” Kenny exclaimed.

“Hmm, sounds like Kenny’s interested in some ass fucking, Jan. Maybe that’s something you need to think about, you nasty girl. Are you willing to open up your sweet ass to him?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned, “he can fuck me there.”

I continued to fuck her ass with my two fingers as she built up steam, grinded her pussy down on him and starting a low grumble saying she was getting close to cumming. I slowed my movements down and started to curl my fingers a tiny bit Kartal Escort as they were stuffed all the way into her ass. That must have been the straw that broke the camels back because she exploded into a huge orgasm, bucking wildly on top of him, shaking her tail side to side and grinding her pelvis into him. I kept my fingers in her until she started to calm down and then started to pull them out.

“No!” She yelled. “Don’t! Keep them in! That feels so good.”

I looked up at their faces to watch her cradle his face in her hands and then disappear into a deep, passionate kiss. Ah, the lovers kiss. When she pulled away from him, she looked into his eyes and spoke, saying “That was the single best fuck I’ve ever had, Stud. Can I just lay here for a minute and feel you in my pussy and his fingers in me before I let you fuck my brains out?” Kenny just smiled and nodded.

“Oh, Honey, I love you. Now I know why you like to be played with back there so much,” she said, “it’s an incredible feeling.”

Kenny’s eyes shot open when she said it. So did mine. After a second, Jan realized her slip of the tongue and looked at me. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out “Hey, don’t worry about me saying anything. I’ve got a whole set of butt toys that find their way into my ass from time to time. Don’t think you’re the only ones to get some enjoyment out of a little butt play.”

We had an uncomfortable moment, and then they both seemed to relax at my confession, as Jan broke into laughter saying “I guess we’ll have to get some toys of our own, huh?”

“Time to swap,” I told them, easing my two fingers slowly out of her ass, “Jan, I think you need to let Mr. Stud have his fun now. I think he deserves it.”

As she started to lift off him, I watched his cock pull from her warm pussy and heard the sexy sound of her wet lips as they pulled away. His crotch was completely soaked with her pussy juice and his cock twitched as she stood up over him. When she was standing, he jumped up and she lay down, pulling her knees up and open for him. I was delighted to see her opened and spread like that – her pink lips unfolding like a flower to accept his cock. There are few sights as wonderful as a woman’s vagina and Jan’s looked delicate, soft, inviting, luscious and wet. I stood there in admiration, looking at her privates, thinking again about my promise not to insert my cock into her.

Kenny kneeled and rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy slit before he easily slid into her. At first, Jan held her knees up to her chest, but once Kenny was settled into her, she pointed her feet to the ceiling and he grabbed her thighs and starting pumping. I moved to the side of them, looking down at the union of their crotches to clearly see him moving back and forth between her shaved lips. Even though he was not massive, I could still see Jan’s lips gripping him tightly as he pulled out, then seemed to disappear up into her as he pushed in.

I readjusted the spanking seat so I could sit next to them as if I was monitoring their progress and keeping notes on what they were doing. I pondered taking my cock out and masturbating myself again as I watched her breasts jiggle back and forth, but, I decided against it, knowing he would be done in just a few minutes. Shamelessly, I wanted to have a full load when I got the chance to really enjoy the panties I was going to take home with me.

The look on Kenny’s face as he pumped her was worth a thousand words. I know it must have been hard for him to watch the whole proceedings without blowing his wad, but he looked like he was in heaven now. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deep now that he had settled into a good rhythm. It’s a good thing Jan had a chance to have her fun, because Kenny wasn’t thinking about anything but his own release right now. His pace was solid and as he went in and out, I could see the look of dedication and determination in his eyes. Having had my fingers inside of Jan, I knew she was tight – I envied him now, sliding in and out of her wet pussy – the pussy that was waiting for his cum.

Kenny didn’t have to wait long. He started bucking and clenching his teeth, finally howling “I’m cumming!” His thrusting suddenly stopped as he emptied into her. Each lurch of his hips drove his spurting cock into her deeper. The way he was shaking, he must have had a good size load he was depositing.

As he pulled out of her, she stayed in the same position as Kenny and I looked down into her well fucked pussy. “Open her up,” I said, “let’s take a look inside her.” Using his hands, he opened her pussy up and we both leaned down to get a good look. Sure enough, she had a good coating of white sperm inside her lips. He must have pulled out a little when he came because there seemed to be a lot of cum at the entrance of her vagina and around her labia.

“Stand up, Jan.” I spoke firmly. Kenny stood, too. I took her right hand and kissed it, much like Kurtköy Escort a knight would kiss the hand of his lady. “I’m not sure how many times you came tonight, but, I know it was more than your husband did, and that’s the way it should be all the time, don’t forget that. I enjoyed myself a lot and I want to thank you for the prizes I’ll be taking home. If you don’t mind sharing some of the pictures with me, I would appreciate that. Jan, it’s been my pleasure to spank you this evening. You were well behaved and followed directions to a “T”. Why don’t you go up to your bedroom now and wait for your husband. I want to talk to him for a minute before I leave.”

She leaned over and hugged me, then, after kissing me lightly on the cheek, she turned and I watched as she climbed the stairs and without looking back, disappeared into her bedroom.

Turning to Kenny, I said “Well, was that hot or what?” By now, I don’t think either Kenny or I was bashful about him being naked and standing there with a cum covered cock. If he had any embarrassment at all, he sure wasn’t showing it. “Thanks, man, this was better than I ever thought or hoped it would be,” he said, “we’ll have to do this again, dude, this was outrageously cool. I’ll make sure you get to see all the pictures and you can keep any ones you want.”

I thanked him, picked up the baggie with Jan’s soiled panties inside, and asked if I could use his restroom before I left. “Just go on up to her,” I told him, “I’ll let myself out.”

He had a half bath off his kitchen and he showed me to it. Closing the door, I stood in front of the toilet and started to unzip my jeans and pull my cock out to take a leak. Holding my cock in one hand, I started looking at the baggie containing Jan’s panties. “Holy Shit!” I thought – the thong was so wet that I could actually see moisture droplets on the inside of the baggie. Time to get home and enjoy the wet and silky panties, that’s for sure. When I finished my business, I zipped back up, washed my hands, opened the bathroom door and started to make my way to the front door.

As I walked by the stairs, I saw Kenny – still naked – coming down saying “Hold on a sec.” I stopped, figuring he was coming to thank me again. He did thank me again, but, there’s no way I could have predicted what else he had on his mind.

“Listen man,” he said, “can you, uh, you know, stay longer? Maybe for the whole night?”

I was puzzled but before I could answer, he added “Look, she…., uh, I mean we both want you to stay tonight. The kids are gone and I don’t know when we’ll get a chance like this again. She really wants you to stay, and, I, uh, want you to stay, too. And don’t worry about your promise, that’s all over now. She wants you alone for a while and she wants us both to get her at the same time. Plus, I’d kinda like to see someone fuck her.”

“Kenny,” I asked, “Are you okay with this? I would love to, but, how are you going to feel about it later knowing you let me fuck your wife?”

Kenny went on to tell me that Jan was adamant that she didn’t want the evening to end yet and neither did he. He wanted to let her live her fantasy out and with everything that had happened tonight, it seemed like the stage was already set and they were already half way there. “We might not get another chance like this.” He told me.

“So,” I said, “what does all that mean?”

“Dude, that means that anything goes now. I want her to feel free to do anything she wants to do tonight. You should see her, she’s glowing, man! I haven’t seen her this excited about sex in 3 years. You have my full permission, dude. You can fuck her or anything else she wants. No shit man, I would really get off seeing you fuck her. For tonight ONLY (he emphasizes), anything goes, just promise me none of this will ever be spoken about outside the three of us.”

“Okay, okay.” I agreed. “What now?”

“Well, she wants to see you alone in our bedroom for a few minutes – maybe she wants to suck your cock, dude. Go for it, man.” he said, “go up there and make her suck your cock.”

I nodded and walked up the stairs. Her bedroom door was closed so I knocked lightly and she told me to come in. She was laying on the bed with her legs open and her fingers slowly stroking up and down her labia. She opened her legs further when I came close to the bed. “Are you going to stay?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” I answered, “If you want me to.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, “I definitely do.”

She sat up and looked at me. “I, uh, don’t want you to get the wrong idea about what I’m going to say, okay? I feel compelled to say this so you’ll know how I feel right now.”

Her nipples were extended as if they were reaching out to me. I couldn’t resist cupping one of them in my hand, softly squeezing nipple, as she started to speak.

“Listen,” she began, “at first I wasn’t real excited about doing all of this because I thought it would be wrong to enjoy myself sexually without him. But, ever since your first visit, I’ve done nothing except fantasize about being naked in front of you and having you use me. I really want to feel your cock in me and then play with both of you and I want to do it with the full blessing and amnesty of my husband.”

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Angel’s Story Ch. 06

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Angel opened her eyes when she heard a chime and the lights in her cell brightened. Her body ached and she looked down to see the welts still visible from her punishment. She forced herself from the bed and padded over to use the toilet. Afterwards she brushed her teeth and then headed to the shower.

Unlike yesterday, she was alone and turned the water on in the first stall to begin her daily ritual. She sucked in air when the warm water hit her body; just another reminder of her failure. She gently and tenderly tried to wash her body, but it hurt badly and she started to cry.

Tom heard the chime also and rolled out of bed to start his morning routine. Unlike Angel, he shaved his face and crotch in his cell since he didn’t get to do it the day before. He turned to proceed to the shower to complete his hygiene, but Mistress Marna was standing in the doorway. He hurried over and knelt at her feet.

“Sit on the edge of your bed and let me examine your back,” she commanded.

Tom quickly rose and returned to his bed. She carefully peeled off the bandages and examined the scratch marks. “Is there any pain today?”

“No Mistress Marna,” Tom replied.

“Good. I want you to go ahead and shower; then I’ll apply some more ointment.” She rose and left his cell.

Tom proceeded down the hallway and into the shower; he heard water running. He saw Angel crying and the red welts covering her body. A part of him was glad for her pain, but another part felt sympathy as well. This emotion shocked him; he had never had sympathy for anyone before. He walked past her and turned on the water in the second stall and proceeded to wash himself.

Angel briefly looked at Tom; she turned away to hide her shame. She decided to just stand under the water for a while longer and hoped it would drive the pain away.

Tom also cringed when the water hit his back and he quickly turned so it would hit his front instead. Although he tried to wash his back, his muscles were stiff and sore and he could not reach to do it.

Angel glanced over, noticed Tom’s difficulty and guilt flooded her again. She decided to help, lightly touched Tom’s arm and without speaking indicated that she would wash his back for him.

Tom was leery but nodded his agreement. Angel lathered her hands and slowly, gently washed Tom’s back avoiding putting any pressure on the scratches she had made. When she had finished Tom leaned forward and let the water run down his back. He smiled, nodded and left the shower.

Angel finally managed to wash herself and returned to her cell. She brushed out her hair and placed it in a braid. Only thing left to do was assume her position on the floor and wait for further instruction.

Tom entered his cell and completed his hygiene. He crossed over to the floor and assumed his position as well.

Mistress Marna was not pleased; she had been observing. She picked up the jar of ointment and proceeded to Angel’s cell.

Mistress Marna entered Angel’s cell and crossed swiftly to her, “Stand.”

Angel quickly stood and kept her head bowed.

“Follow me,” and Mistress Marna left. Angel trailed her down the long corridor and then into another cell; Tom was kneeling on the floor.

“Kneel down by him,” Mistress Marna coldly commanded.

“Angel, explain your actions,” said Mistress Marna.

“I’m sorry Mistress Marna, what actions?” said Angel in a confused state.

“Are you telling me that you did not memorize the accepted behavior and guidelines that I gave you?” her voice coldly accused Angel.

“Yes Mistress Marna, I did,” Angel said still confused.

“Then why did you touch another slave?” Mistress Marna accused her.

Angel swallowed hard, “Penance Mistress Marna. I’ll accept more punishment, but he was having difficulty and I felt I owed it to you to assist him. I’m sorry Mistress Marna.”

“Tom, explain your actions,” she now addressed him as well. “Why was she allowed to touch you?”

“She offered to help Mistress Marna and I gladly took the assistance. It was wrong and I also will accept punishment,” offered Tom. He knew he had forgotten the rule also.

“So, instead of seeking out your Mistress, you let someone else touch you; my property,” Mistress Marna accused Tom. “Is she better than your Mistress Tom? You would prefer to have her touch over mine?”

Tom gasped, “No Mistress Marna. I’m yours completely … I didn’t think Mistress Marna. Please forgive me! Punish me in whatever way you want!” He couldn’t even conceive not having her touch. Every time that she touched him, he would become aroused.

“Angel do you think you’re a Mistress? That you can bypass any rule for your own convenience?” she accused.

“No Mistress Marna, you’re my only Mistress. I would never consider that ever!” Angel cried. “Please punish me for my transgression!”

That’s what Mistress Marna wanted to hear. “You will both be punished to remind you that I am Mistress here and that rules are set for a reason. In future; bağdatcaddesi escort you will seek me out for assistance and decisions. Slaves do not think; they obey.”

“Yes Mistress Marna,” both replied.

“For now; Tom sit on your bed and I will apply the ointment.” Tom quickly complied and his back was treated. “They are healing nicely. Now follow me,” and she left the room with both slaves following quickly. They both knew the path and door that she was leading them to and their apprehension gripped them.

They entered the room and knelt at Mistress Marna’s feet. Angel had noted that the ‘X’ beam she was strapped to the previous day was still in the center of the room. She swallowed hard and blanched; her body still sore from the previous day’s punishment.

Mistress Marna didn’t miss Angel’s reaction. She crossed over to the intercom. “Lance to the playroom,” she commanded.

Tom and Angel both were surprised, ‘playroom’ they thought of this as a ‘punishment room’.

“Look at me,” commanded Mistress Marna.

They raised their heads and looked into her eyes. She pointed toward the beam, “I only use the St. Andrew’s cross for severe punishment as in your case yesterday Angel. Yesterday was mild compared to what I could have done to you if I had not calmed myself first,” and she looked into Tom’s eyes on the last. His cock twitched remembering how she rode him to relieve her stress.

Lance entered and knelt at her feet. “Lance removed the cross and stay to assist in training today.”

“Yes Mistress Marna.” He quickly went and started to dismantle the beam.

“You two; come with me,” and she started walking down further in to the room. She stopped at a padded bench.

“You will both kneel, bend over this bench and firmly grasped the handles set into the base. Your asses will be spanked for your arrogance and disregard for my rules. Twenty should be sufficient; ten on each cheek. You will count each stroke as it is given to you. If you move or remove your hands during your punishment, you will be given additional strokes until you stop moving or return your hands to the handles and then your count will resume.”

Angel and Tom moved swiftly to bend over the bench and firmly grab the handles. Mistress Marna walked away and then returned.

Angel felt the paddle bite into the right cheek of her ass, “One, Thank you Mistress Marna.” Her cheek felt hot when the next blow caught her left cheek; “Two, Thank you Mistress Marna.”

Tom heard Angel’s responses and braced himself, but when he felt the blow it surprised him that Mistress Marna could hit so hard, “One, Thank you Mistress Marna.”

The paddling continued without incident as both slaves accepted their punishment. “Twenty,” said Angel through her tears, “Thank you Mistress Marna for punishing me to make me a better slave.” Marna smiled as Angel had remembered without being prompted this time.

“Let’s hope your sore bottoms will assist your memory as to whom you belong to and what behavior you are to adopt from now on. Get up and follow me to the raised platform.” She walked back to the center of the room where Lance was kneeling. “You too Lance,” and she crossed over and sat on the padded platform.

Lance quickly knelt in front of Mistress Marna. Tom and Angel were having some difficulty in kneeling because of their well spanked rosy red cheeks.

Mistress Marna smiled, “You both will learn how to please me; ultimately to please any Master or Mistress who wishes to use you with my permission.

“Lance you will sit up here; talk Angel through step by step on how to eat a cunt since she has never been with a woman before. Angel; get between my legs. You know what you like when someone goes down on you, so at some point you may want to try what feels right to you.” Mistress Marna eased back and spread her legs open while Angel moved into position.

Lance looked down at Angel and wished he could change places with her. “Angel; use your tongue and lick Mistress from her puckered asshole all the way to her clit,” he directed.

Angel stared for a moment and swallowed hard. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue then licked Mistress’ cunt the full length. Mistress Marna raised her hips slightly at the feel of the tongue. Angel smiled and decided that Mistress tasted good; better than she thought.

She closed her eyes remembering the one time that she truly enjoyed being eaten and what had been done to her. Angel opened her eyes and smiled at Lance and nodded at him. She was going to go solo to see how if she could please her Mistress, “Mistress Marna may I have permission to do it without instruction?” she asked.

Mistress Marna rose up on her elbows and looked at Angel’s smiling face, “Lance come behind me and let me lean back against you while Angel attempts to make me orgasm.” Lance maneuvered behind Mistress Marna so she would be between his legs and bracing against his body. “Continue Angel,” and she leaned into Lance’s strong beykoz escort body.

Angel decided to start with the outer lips and slowly sucked on them and pulled them with her lips. She would flick her tongue occasionally over the clit to tease it knowing this would build the orgasm better. She proceeded to the inner lips and attacked them the same way. Mistress Marna was breathing faster and moaning.

By the time Angel started to tongue fuck her, Mistress Marna was crying out and humping her face. When she inserting two fingers in to rub her “G” spot at the same time sucking and nibbling on her clit, Mistress Marna was thrashing wildly in Lance’s hold. Mistress Marna came hard and Angel tried to lap up her juices as fast as she could. Her tongue continually lapping into and out of Mistress Marna’s slit set off a second orgasm. Angel pulled back and started to lightly lick the crease of Mistress’ thighs until her spasms ceased. Angel sat back in her kneeling position, “Thank you Mistress Marna for letting me pleasure you.”

Mistress Marna smiled up into Lance’s eyes; feeling his hard cock rubbing against her. “Angel; you’re a natural. That was an excellent job.” Mistress Marna got up and crossed over to the intercom, “Andrew take Angel and Tom their meals now.”

“Yes Mistress Marna,” Andrew replied.

“Angel you will go to your cell, assume position, eat when it’s delivered and then await further instruction.”

“Yes Mistress Marna,” said Angel and left the playroom. She was disappointed at being dismissed and she was also very turned on and wet.

Mistress Marna turned to Tom. “Tom I have no doubt already in your ability to please me. This lesson was for Angel’s sake. The same instructions I gave her; I now give you. You may go to your cell and assume position.”

“Yes Mistress Marna,” said Tom and rose to go. His ass still burned and now he had a raging hard on as well. When he left the playroom a thought occurred to him and he smiled to himself; this was another test and he was determined not to fail. He would not touch himself and started to draw on anything boring he could think of and settled on doing Math in his head. Sure enough; his erection started to subside while he waited for Andrew to arrive.

Mistress Marna returned to the platform and smiled at Lance. He smiled back as she lay down next to him. “I have an hour to kill Lance,” and she started to stroke his cock. “As nice as it was to have Angel eat me, I now wish to feel your cock inside of me.”

Lance reached out and drew Mistress Marna to him and kissed her passionately; his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. His hands caressed her shoulders and then cupped her breasts. He applied slow lingering kisses down her neck and she moaned from the pleasure of his touch. Her hand was alternately gently stroking his hard cock and massaging his balls.

Mistress Marna started breathing faster when Lance sucked on her nipples. She enjoyed the exquisite pressure he applied to his sucking as well as the forceful swirling of his tongue. When his hand rubbed across her mound she moaned loudly; she was very near.

“Now Lance; take me now,” she commanded.

Lance rolled in between her legs and pressed his cock up to her opening. He slowly entered until he was buried with the warmth of her pussy. He started fucking her with study even stokes watching her orgasm build. The faster her breath became the harder and faster he fucked her. His whole concentration went into giving Mistress Marna pleasure. She was close now and he grabbed her hips and started to pound harder. She moaned loud and then released; her juices spilling around his cock and dripping onto the pad. He stilled waiting for her to calm down and breathe normally before withdrawing his cock.

“Thank Mistress Marna for allowing me to pleasure you,” said Lance.

Mistress Marna smiled, “You have done well Lance; gained much control.”

“Thank you Mistress Marna for teaching me well,” said Lance.

Mistress Marna got up and stood by the platform. “Scoot to the end Lance and cum in my mouth; I wish to taste you.”

Lance came to the edge of the platform and let his legs dangle off with his legs spread wide. Mistress Marna leaned over and placed her mouth over his cock and sucked him down to the base. Lance moaned and began thrusting into her mouth. He was already close and it didn’t take much to shoot his cum into her mouth. He lay panting for a few minutes and then smiled.

“That’s better. Now; clean up the platform, get Drew and put on your loincloths. Meet the plane and bring Master Roger to the house to claim his new slave,” Mistress Marna commanded.

“Yes Mistress Marna,” said Lance. He got up to go do her bidding.

Mistress Marna left to go see Gary. He was still kneeling on the floor patiently waiting for new instructions. She walked into his cell and stood in front of him. “Master Roger will be arriving shortly. You will be taken to the playroom for his inspection and use before caddebostan escort leaving with him. I wish you well in the life you have chosen Gary.”

“Thank you Mistress Marna; for everything,” said Gary.

Mistress Marna smiled and laid a hand on Gary’s head, “You’re welcome,” and she turned and left.

*****

Master Roger exited the plane and stretched from his long journey. He was as handsome as Mistress Marna was beautiful. He stood five foot nine with broad muscular shoulders that tapered to a slim waist. His dark raven black hair took on bluish highlights in the sun. His dark eyes never revealed his emotions; except with Mistress Marna. He smiled thinking about her eyes and how they seemed to bore into his very soul.

She was the only woman he had ever had sex with; the only one who ever aroused him. He remembered her look and touch; that single touch that sent fire through his veins and sent his cocking throbbing with an insatiable hunger for her body; something that had never happened to him before or since. He enjoyed his male slaves and wasn’t about to change his sexual appetite now for a single woman.

The jeep was coming down the runway and Master Roger looked up at its approach. It slowed and then circled waiting for him to enter. His cock stirred as he looked at Lance and wished he could take and explore his body, but Mistress Marna made it perfectly clear to him that all her slaves were off limits to him. No matter; there was a new slave for him to inspect. He got in the jeep without saying a word; he knew her slaves were forbidden to speak.

*****

Mistress Marna was waiting for them as Master Roger was led into the great room. Lance and Drew knelt at her feet, but she kept her gaze on Master Roger. “I hope your trip was pleasant.”

“Yes Marna; long, but it pleases me that you contacted me. Shall we sit awhile and discuss this new raw slave you have found me?” he asked.

Mistress Marna smiled and then looked down at Lance and Drew.

“Drew; you have other duties to attend to,” she said.

“Yes Mistress Marna,” said Drew and he left the room.

“Master Roger; is there anything specific you require for your inspection that Lance can obtain for you?” she inquired.

“No; I’ve come prepared,” he said.

“Lance; take Gary to the playroom and wait for me there. We’ll be along after our discussion,” said Mistress Marna.

“Yes Mistress Marna,” said Lance and he departed.

Master Roger waited for Lance to leave and then smiled at Marna. “If he would ever wish to leave such a beautiful Mistress for a Master, I would take him in a heartbeat.”

“As you have said quite often, but, as I have told you many times, Lance is no longer under contract and stays with me willing,” and then she laughed lightly. “Shall we sit?” and she extended her hand for Roger to kiss as was her custom.

Roger took her hand to place to his lips and immediately felt the sexual fire spread through his body. His cock started pounding with desire and he shuddered slightly before releasing her hand. He stood and sat in a chair near her.

Mistress Marna sat in a chair opposite and then conveyed to him the story revolving and Gary and Tom as well as the punishment they received. “Tom is now my slave in training along with a female that I have acquired. I believe Gary, once properly trained, will serve you with great enthusiasm and will probably never want to leave you as well.”

Roger smiled, “Shall we go to the playroom then?” he asked as he stood up.

Mistress Marna stood and walked through the door while Master Roger followed. They entered the playroom and Gary was kneeling in the center of the floor. Lance had brought in a chair for Mistress Marna and was kneeling beside it.

Mistress Marna turned to Roger, “Would you prefer us to leave you alone to inspect your new slave?”

“I would appreciate that Mistress Marna. I’ll use the intercom to let you know when all is completed,” he said.

“Lance; follow me,” said Mistress Marna and they both left.

Master Roger looked over at Gary and smiled. He walked over to the raised platform, removed his clothing and then walked over to his new slave. His hard cock was still throbbing from his encounter with Marna.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Gary raised his head and looked into Master Roger’s eyes. He noted the same intensity in them as Mistress Marna’s and his cock started to get hard. His eyes scanned Master Roger’s hard muscled body and then focused on his hard cock. He licked his lips without being aware that he had done so; Master Roger smiled.

Master Roger stepped closer and placed the head of his cock near Gary’s mouth, “Taste you new Master,” he commanded.

Gary immediately wrapped his mouth around the cock being presented to him and sucked him into his mouth. His assault was relentless as he bobbed his head up and down its length using his tongue to try to bring his Master the most pleasure.

Master Roger closed his eyes and was enjoying the sensations that Gary was giving him and knew he was close to cumming, “Stop,” he commanded.

Gary opened his mouth and withdrew the cock and then looked up at his Master.

Master Roger got himself under control, “Turn around and present your ass.”

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The following story includes transgender characters, Domination/submission, and denigrating terms used to humiliate. If this offends you please do not read any further.

This is the second chapter in this series and picks up immediately after the first chapter. I recommend that you read Craigslist Cumslut first. In case you decide not to here is a summary.

Jake has started to think he is a gay size queen. He goes to Craigslist and responds to an ad from a Transexual Mistress. She demands complete obedience, teaches him to suck cock, and swallow cum. Then tells him to come back next week and she will take his anal virginity.

Feedback on my stories is always appreciated. I have Some ideas for a couple of more chapters to this series depending on if there appears to be demand for them. If you would like to see another chapter let me know by leaving comments, rating this story, and/or sending me a message.

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Jake had just left Candy’s house. The taste of both of their cum remained on his tongue. Thoughts of what had happened in the last few hours were circling in his mind like a fiery comet hurtling around the sun.

Earlier when he had arrived at her place he’d had almost no doubt that he was a submissive faggot. Now though, he had proof. He had been called a faggot, a slut, a bitch. He had sucked cock. He had devoured cum. He had been devastated when she hadn’t fucked his ass. And now he was going to walk around a grocery store with her cum coating his face. But the thing that confirmed his status as a card carrying submissive faggot, was he had loved every second.

He got out of the car at the grocery store with Candy’s cum dried on his forehead, cheek, and down onto his neck. The intense white on white fluorescent lights in the store made the glaze on his face obvious as he walked past the produce. He kept his eyes down as he passed people on the way to the dairy section. Although nobody looking at him would know that what they were seeing was cum, he knew it was. In his mind, he was sure everyone else knew as well. Despite thinking he was going to be stared at as a freak by everyone that saw him, it never occurred to him not to do it. Candy told him to, so he was going to comply.

Grabbing some milk he walked up to the cashier in the express lane. There was one old woman in line in front of him causing him to wait an extra minute or two. As she probed in her purse trying to find the exact change, it felt to him like it took her an hour. As a result of Jake’s embarrassment, as he waited, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and slowly run onto his face. The cashier noticed how heavily he was perspiring on what was actually quite a cool night. She also noticed how nervous he was. Examining him she tried to determine what was up with this guy. As she scanned the carton of milk she worried that he might be nervous because he was going to rob the place causing her to react anxiously while dealing with him.

Jake misinterpreted the reason she was looking at him funny. He was positive that she knew he had a veil of Candy’s thick white jizz on his face. His perception being that there was ten times as much cum on his face as there was in reality.

He gave the cashier five dollars to pay for the milk, grabbed the carton, and scurried out into the cool evening air as quickly as possible. Forgetting to even wait for his change.

Once in the car his heart was pounding in his chest. Even without being in her presence, Candy was making him her bitch. It energized him.

When he got home Jake took a selfie with the milk in his hand and a look of pride on his cum covered face. He emailed it to Candy with the message

Re: Picture

My fresh milk and your thick cream.

Candy loved the photo when she saw it. She even started getting hard as she looked at it. Not because it looked sexy – it didn’t. Rather it was because her submissive slut had obeyed her every word. Not even having her cock sucked was a bigger turn on for Candy than simple, unquestioned, sexual obedience.

She hit reply and wrote,

Re: Your Phone Number

You have pleased me bitch. Send me your cell number so we can communicate by text until we meet again on Friday night. Here is mine.

And she listed her number.

Jake couldn’t believe he was going to have to wait almost another week. He sent her a text.

This is my number Mistress. Can’t we please see each other before Friday? I want you to fuck me so bad.

In a few minutes he got a reply.

Be a good slut and do as I say. When you get really horny over the next few days look at this. You can stroke your worthless excuse for a cock while you watch, but don’t you dare cum. Don’t forget to repeat after her when she tells you to.

The text had a link at the end.

When he opened the link. It was a video by someone named Kali Atrox. It started with a sexy Asian woman sitting on a couch in a red t-shirt and white Pendik Escort shorts. She opened in a condescending tone.

“Hey faggot. Oh what don’t you like to be called a faggot? Well that’s what you are, aren’t you?”

It went on with her humiliating and laughing at the viewer about how he was a faggot and everyone knew. Later in the video she says, “Repeat after me.

I am a faggot.

I like to suck cock.

Cum is delicious.

I like having dick up my ass.”

Jake stroked his puny cock the whole time he watched it. When it got to the place where he repeated her words he had to stop jerking off or he would have cum so hard. He couldn’t believe how perfectly this video described him. He jerked his cock while watching the video over and over again on Sunday.

Then came the inevitable march into Monday morning. With it, some semblance of a normal life returned for Jake. He was once again at work, where he was employed at a small engineering firm. As the day was winding down he realized that he had only thought of Candy ten or twelve times today. Which was much less than the near constant obsession he’d had of her on Sunday. At 3:00 pm during a meeting his phone vibrated in his pocket indicating he had a new text.

Normally he ignored texts and emails during meetings, but somehow he knew this would be from Candy and he desperately needed to read it if it was. As the CFO droned on about the last quarter’s numbers, Jake read the text.

Bitch. I want you to tell me details about the best sexual partner you ever had before you met me.

It never occurred to him to ask why she would want to know this? Or to think strategically, as so often happens in relationships, how should I answer this? He was already so comfortable in his submission to Candy that truthful obedience to her request was the completely natural way for him to respond.

It took him no time to think of the answer. As the financial statements were being reviewed in excruciatingly pedantic detail in the meeting, Jake began to type his response.

Before you there was really only ever one person who I truly delighted in being with. Her name was Bella. She was a voluptuous Latina goddess. She had huge tits and hips, with a sensual soft curve connecting them at her waist.

I learned of my fetish for giving rimjobs by sticking my tongue up her fat butt. The first time I ate her ass brought an immediate end to me ever getting to fuck her again. From that moment on she exclusively used my mouth when we made love. The result of which gave both of us intense moments of pure ecstasy.

The last time we were together, when I arrived at her house, she called from the bedroom telling me to get in there right away. The way she looked when I entered the room is forever imprinted on my mind.

She was dressed in a black thong and garter belt which accentuated the curves of her hips. Along with this she wore black silk stockings and black leather knee high 8 inch stiletto boots. She towered over me, even when I was standing. Finishing off the outfit was a red and black leather corset which pushed up, but left her huge soft tits exposed. It made them look and feel firmer. They became like perfect scoops of ice cream in the world’s largest sundae, capped with the caramel of her nipples. Her olive colored skin with its light green undertones enhanced her impressive cleavage.

Her hair, black as a cloudy moonless night sky, was pulled back tight from her face into a long thick braid down her back to her waist. It highlighted her arresting face.

Looking down at me from across the room she told me to take my clothes off, crawl to her, and kiss her boots. I eagerly stripped down, slinked on my hands and knees between her legs, and began running my tongue around the leather toes of her boots. Looking up from her feet I was encased by her legs, with her solid luxurious thighs on either side of me. She told me she knew I was in awe of her body, and this night she was going take her time letting me cherish it.

I slid my tongue slowly up her legs. Smoothly sliding it up her sleek silk stockings. First one leg, then the other. Reaching her panties I slathered them with my tongue. Hoping that in the process they would get pushed aside exposing her thick dark bush and wet cunt. But instead of letting me lap up her pussy syrup, she turned around exposing the two soft cushions that comprised her spectacular booty.

She then glided onto her hands and knees at the end of the bed and said kiss my ass. I kissed her repeatedly all over her supple soft cheeks. Each time my lips touched them, my cock got harder. Then pulling her thong out from between the twin mounds she called me her little subby rimmer boy and told me to suck on her asshole. I ravaged her hole with my tongue. All I could think of was her magnificent tight hole as I licked it on and on and on.

The first time I ever ate her ass she discovered how much she loved making me rim her. Having me stick my tongue Anadolu Yakası Escort up her ass was the most assertive and dominant act she could perform in bed. Her Dominance and my submission when performing this deed always made her cunt get increasingly wet the longer I did it. At that instant the night seemed to stretch as time seemed to become suspended for us.

At some point, time’s meticulous pulse forward returned and she had me to lay on my back. Leaning over my face she let her tits brush against my lips. I engulfed her nipples, alternately applying suction and then releasing the vacuum in order to swirl my tongue around. At the same time she slid her hands inside her panties and played with her hairy cunt. Her moans increased in pace and volume with each passing minute. She finally pushed her panties down, moved forward, and dropped her wet cunt onto my mouth. My tongue repeatedly flicked wildly against her big clit. As she got closer to cumming, I heard her inhale huge breath after huge breath. Her legs involuntarily squeezed together around my head.

Continuing to ride my face, she started to stroke my cock, and told me to prove I was a real man and shoot my load. Just as she was flooding my face I sent a fountain of cum into the air and onto my chest. As we both came down from that climax the only sound in the room was the in unison rhythmic exhaling from our heavy breathing.

After we cleaned up and laid next to each other, she told me how much she loved our time together in bed, but that she needed a stud with a big cock to truly make her happy. She said that we both knew my little cock would never get her even close to an orgasm while getting fucked. Then she said she loved having a big cock in her cunt too much to give that up, even for my “magic” tongue. She had wanted us to have one last exceptional night together that we would both remember forever. That was the last time I had sex with anyone before I became your happy slut on Saturday.

As he finished writing he couldn’t believe how deeply etched on his mind every detail of that night had become. He pushed send and looked up from his phone to see everyone walking out the door. The meeting was over and only the CFO and himself remained in the boardroom. Thinking of Bella and her incredible soft body had taken all his attention. Leaving him with his little hard-on creating a small bump in his pants as he got up.

The CFO noticed the swelling between Jake’s legs as they walked out together and said, “I know how you feel. Great numbers like this last quarter always get me hard too.”

Jake just smiled at him. Not sure if the bespectacled little accountant was joking or not. Until he looked down and saw a huge bulge beneath the zipper of the bean counter’s slacks. Remembering the things which he had indulged in with Candy on Saturday, Jake thought to himself that everyone has the right to their own kinks.

Across town Candy was reading his message. It was easy for her to see that Bella was the genesis for Jake from which had awoken in him the submissive bitch who walked into her house on Saturday. Candy was also acutely aware that it took her own horse cock and singular personality to baptize him as the faggot slut that walked out that night. She wasn’t jealous of Bella. Jake was at the beginning of a sexual odyssey and Candy accepted that both women were important for his travels on this journey.

Candy had been on her own journey longer than Jake. Born to Thai immigrants and originally named Kla. As a young boy he was always a rebel wrapped in a jumble of contradictions. In Thai culture individuals are taught and expected to always be extremely reserved and polite. He was inherently effeminate in his look, manner, and movements. But he was also aggressive, flaunting a bold intensity in his actions and speech. Because of his culturally unconventional nature along with his fusion of gender traits, if you didn’t know he had been born male one could easily have mistaken him for a tom boy instead.

By the time he graduated high school he believed he was gay. Still being a virgin he wasn’t positive. But he knew he was definitely attracted to cock. He loved when all his classmates snuck peeks at him in the change room. Gay or straight they couldn’t help but notice his cock. Four inches long and very thick when soft, Kla loved to show off his big swinging dick. He always walked around confidently, without a towel covering anything when he changed or took a shower after gym class. He possessed none of the over the top modesty that is so common among teenage boys when it comes to nudity.

Where other small guys, gay or not, were harassed and bullied, it didn’t happen to Kla. He was sure it was because word had got around that he was hung. He realized how much power his cock gave him. And he LIKED it.

His elegant physique and big cock created a pronounced visual contrast to any who saw him naked. As much as he loved the power imparted to him by his cock, he also loved İstanbul Escort the coy sensations that resided within him. These feelings were internal echoes of the look of his small tight body and naturally delicate face. When he was nude, Quarterbacks and nerds, gay and straight alike found themselves inextricably attracted to this uncommon femboy with the brash attitude and huge cock.

Somehow defining himself as gay never seemed to quite feel right to him. As if there was something else. He was never comfortable in his own skin. It took a trip with his parents to their native Thailand when Kla was eighteen, for Candy’s personal pilgrimage in this life to begin.

Kla’s parents’ families in Thailand were well off and very well connected. Therefore the Bangkok he experienced when they arrived was a very sanitized version of that city. Bangkok is, in places, as modern a city as you will find anywhere in the world. A city of glass skyscrapers reaching to the heavens. A city of multi story shopping malls with designer and high tech stores. A city of state of the art rail transit systems. A city of restaurants owned by absentee celebrity chefs. This is the Asian clone of a major Western city which Kla experienced when he first arrived.

Intertwined with that city is an ancient city of centuries old temples, palaces, and historic areas that have changed little in the last hundred or more years. Intertwined with that city is one that grew so fast that urban planning had been nearly nonexistent. Causing gritty sections honeycombed throughout to grow. Intertwined with that city is one with roadside food carts operated by old women, and illegal pop up streetside bars. Intertwined with that city is one which includes some of the globe’s most infamous red light districts. Attracting sex tourists from around the world. This raw, coarse, real Bangkok was the one Kla wanted to experience when he had found out they were going to Thailand.

For the first five days Kla had met one aunt and uncle after another. With each introduction to a new relation came a series of cousins he had never met before. All his cousins turned out to be quite a bit older or younger than Kla. Until he met his father’s youngest brother’s family. They had an nineteen year old daughter Kwang. She looked like a typical teenage Thai girl. Which meant she was petite, with black slightly longer than shoulder length hair, flawlessly applied makeup, on an innocent almost dainty face, and lovely dark eyes. All of which is to say she was an undeniably beautiful young woman.

The day they met, both families decided to go out for lunch. On the way to the restaurant, and for the first hour they were there, Kwang asked Kla many probing questions. Some about his home and life. Others much more personal than anyone had ever asked him before. They ate at a three Michelin Star restaurant, owned by a celebrity chef famous for his bromance with a another celebrity chef/travel show host. The food was amazing. Of that there was no doubt. But it was hardly the cuisine that has made Thai food in such high demand worldwide.

Kwang asked Kla, “You not like?” Noticing him picking at his scallops.

Kla had a very rudimentary ability to understand basic Thai, but almost none to speak it. Kwang, like most privately educated young people in Thailand these days, learned to speak English well enough to be understood by Farangs (foreigners). So it was necessary that they communicated in English.

“I didn’t come to Bangkok hoping to eat pretentious food that I could eat at home.”

The blank look on her face reminded him that he would have to be the one to keep the vocabulary at a level they could both understand.

“Sorry, I meant I was hoping to see the real Thailand. Real Thai people. Real Thai food.”

Smiling she said, “OK you and I go.”

Saying something to their parents in Thai, too quick for him to understand, they were off to get a cab. “We go to mall now. Then dancing”

“Kwang, I don’t know that I want to go to the mall either “

“Oh, I thought all Kathoey love to shop.”

Not understanding the word Kathoey, and getting tired of constantly asking people to interpret words for him, he was just happy to be getting out of the restaurant. Shrugging it off, he went along with her.

Getting out of the cab they walked into the maze of shops spread over the seven floors that make up the MBK Mall. The first place she took him was a mobile phone provider’s kiosk.

“You get local SIM card so we can SMS each other.”

The person who helped them at the booth was obviously a thin male dressed as a woman. She had a very short platinum blonde haircut. It was sculpted with gel high on top and slicked back tight on the sides. Her dark eyebrows had been finely shaped into a soft arch. They contrasted sharply with her intense hair cut and color when juxtaposed next to each other as they were. She also wore thick bright red lipstick and nail polish. Despite the makeup and hairdo she still had a severe and masculine look to her. Like a caricature of a slender butch lesbian. But it wasn’t the fact she was a transgender woman that Kla found surprising. It was that absolutely nobody walking in the mall cared or took notice of any kind. The exact opposite to what would happen back home.

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Karl’s sister had been at college for two years. She had settled down, and never stopped rambling on about how wonderful all her professors were, especially her gymnastics coach and her lit professor. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was an all girl’s school, which included the staff, then his mum and dad would have been worried.

Either way, it didn’t matter to Karl. He figured if his sister brought home a bi curious young lady, then he would naturally have to step with a bottle of massage oil and his pierced tongue to assist, being the gentleman that he was.

The time finally came when Diana asked one of her professors home, and Karl happened to be there. He was passing through, and as per usual, his mum and dad insisted that he stay for dinner. Karl preferred to use it more as a chance to check in on his nefarious little sister and her supposed boyfriend.

Karl had a habit of seriously disliking anyone anyone who dated his sister, for two reasons. Primarily because he was in love with the little Jennifer Love Hewitt clone, and despite the blood between them, lusted after her near constantly, one of the main reasons he stayed away from home as much as possible.

Secondly, because she had truly bad taste in men. Diana would be constantly drawn to the bikers, the druggies, the thieves and the wife-beater brigade. It was probably her lust for the dark streak that led Karl to become a knife strapped personal security guard in the first place. Her eyes had lit up and her tongue had flashed out hungrily when he’d told her what he did for a living last trip.

The weather was absolutely wretched that night, with a massive storm raging across the entire Eastern Ranges. Karl jumped out of his custom F450, and cast a grudgingly appreciative eye over the clean cut lines of a very nicely decked out HSV Commodore sitting in the driveway that he assumed was the new boyfriend’s.

Diana’s little rice burner and their parents nicely conservative station wagon made the house look like the beginnings of a sale yard. He tromped up to the front door and hit the buzzer, shaking the rain out of his jacket as he did so.

There was a sudden flurry of footsteps, and the door was yanked open. There stood Diana, in a barely presentable hockey top that instantly made Karl forget his own sister’s name, and a pair of tight blue jeans that clung to every curve and crevice. Karl spread his arms open wide and Diana jumped up into a clinging hug.

Karl’s hands gripped her hips, just above the curve leading down to her ass, and hopefully over the massive bulge growing in his pants. She planted a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth, and Karl dropped her down, stepping back so she wouldn’t feel the press of his cock as it strained against his zip.

Karl forced a smile. “How ya doin’ kiddo?” çekmeköy escort Diana laughed delightedly.

“Hey, not a kiddo anymore! It’s my 18th at 11.43pm tonight, as you well know. So how do I look?” Karl pursed his lips.

“We’re not inbred, so I’m not gonna answer that question other than to say fine.” She squealed and swarmed up into his arms again.

“Then you’d better tell that to the rest of your body, big brother…” Karl cleared his throat and blushed.

“Yeah, well, you wanted to know how you look, there’s your answer. Let’s drop it.” Diana pressed up against him and turned around so that her ass was rubbing against his cock. Karl growled.

“Mum, dad, the boy’s here.” Karl grabbed her ass, and pushed her forwards, away from him. He cleared his throat again, and jerked his chin towards the HSV.

“Who’s the grunt?” Diana smiled, and Karl couldn’t help but smile back a little.

“That’s Ms. Macintosh, my Lit teacher. She’s really cool, and her husband just left her for her gym instructor.” Karl nodded in appreciation.

“Nice, I’ll bet she’s not gonna go back to her!” Diana moved aside and held out her hand, motioning for Karl to go first.

“Actually, she’s not going back to HIM. Or her husband.” Karl’s eyebrows shot up as he went in through the door. The phone rang as he stepped around the corner, and his mother answered it, giving him a peck on the cheek as he passed her. His father shook his hand, and then he was presented to the alluring Ms. Macintosh.

Dark eyes were highlighted by a light blue eyeliner that faded into a light green. Her black hair fell to just past her shoulders in curly ringlets, and her lips were a dark ruby colour. She wore a conservative black and silver blazer and jeans, with just the hint of a silky black sheen underneath.

Karl felt his mouth curl into a half smile as her eyes dropped to his thick chest and tapered waist, then her eyes widened and darted back up to meet his as she came across the massive bulge of his cock. Karl shook her hand slowly, his massive hand engulfing the teacher’s.

His mother’s voice sounded worried, and Karl turned as she hung up the phone. “Diana dear, young Robert’s car has slid off the road in the wet. He’s alright, but he can’t go anywhere, and his mobile’s running low.” Diana was still staring at Karl with a hungry tilt to her eyes, and nodded wordlessly.

“Sure. Uh huh. Shall we go?” Karl’s mum looked at the professor.

“I’m terribly sorry, would you mind at all, Natasha? We’ll hurry back, it’s just that the poor boy hasn’t had his licence very long, and I’m certain he’ll need a couple of friends.” Ms. Macintosh nodded.

“Of course, Marie. Karl can stay here with me.”

Karl eyed her for a moment, and then flashed a wolfish grin. cevizli escort “I’d love to play the gracious host.” Diana licked her lips, and ran for the door. Karl’s father jerked his chin towards the oven.

“Some left-overs in there, mate. Fool’s probably gonna take a bit to calm down and fix.” Karl nodded, and made his way to the bar.

“Can I offer you a drink, Ms. Macintosh?” The professor nodded as the door closed behind them.

“Please. Anything with a kick.” Karl smirked, and poured her a third of a glass of gin, and expertly sliced a lemon wedge into a small flower to place on the bottom. The professor nodded, impressed.

“So tell me, exactly what does a personal public body guard do? Your sister has a tendancy toward the melodramatic. She made it sound as though you were a cage fighting savage.” Karl smiled as he handed her the drink.

“Only when required. I can be rough when need be, and can be VERY persuasive when I’m allowed to be. Generally, I just shove and push and make sure people can get to where they’re going. Sometimes, idiots try to make a little bit of extra money on the side by challenging me. They lose. Now, about you. I understand that you’ve had a rather bad streak of luck.” Ms. Macintosh’s eyebrow shot up momentarily.

“Vague enough to be conciliatory. If you had of said I wasn’t woman enough to handle my husband so he ran off to have his ass railroaded for hours on end with a needle full of heroin in his arm, then perhaps I would have acknowledged that.” Karl smirked, and openly eyed her up and down, and felt the bulge in his pants begin to swell again. The professor’s eyes dropped to it, and a smile came to her face.

“I don’t believe that at all, as a matter of fact. I believe your husband probably married you because if you were going to hide the fact that you were gay, where better to do it than in the arms of a woman most would find alluring, if not totally and completely spankworthy.”

Her lips parted for a moment, and she put down her drink. “You’re attracted to me?” Karl grabbed the bulge suggestively.

“You’re fucking hot, and I hate younger women who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. So I’ll be honest. Yeah, I’m really attracted to you, and if I had the opportunity, I’d try for all I was worth to fuck you six ways from Sunday.” Her eyes lit up with a hungry fire, and the svelte forty year old stood up and began to undress herself.

“Fine. I need a good fuck session. So how about you do something with this?”

She dropped her jeans around her ankles, and stepped out of them. Karl was up in an instant, and pushed her face down over the back of the couch. The clock chimed for the eleventh hour, and Karl ripped aside the frail and damp panties hiding his reward.

His cock was free in a erenköy escort second, and he drove it into Natasha’s hole with a snarl of pleasure. She moaned softly and clenched down onto his length, and looked back over her shoulder.

“Call me Ms. Macintosh, you little ass bandit.” Her domineering words only enflamed him further, and Karl spat on his fingers and began to slide his thumb into her ass. She squealed and her ass quivered as his free hand slapped her hard, leaving a red hand print.

Ms. Macintosh shivered as the thumb pressed up inside her in time to the cock sliding up inside her passage. She clenched down, and pushed back against the younger man’s thrusts.

“Oh, Ms. Macintosh, you feel so good with your hot pussy sliding up and down my cock like that. Oh, you’re such a slut, you love it, don’t you?” The highly conservative literature professor squealed when he pulled out of her heated hole. With his cock covered in her juices, Karl slammed his cock head into her tight little rosebud, still open side with his thumb in it.

Ms. Macintosh gasped and her back arched like a cats as he pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his much larger cock. He pushed into her ass a few times, and Natasha slumped to the sofa cushions. “Oooh, Karl, my god, you’re fucking my ass. Ooh, I can see why my husband left me for this…oooh, baby, keep…keep doing me…oooh.”

Karl alternated driving his cock deep inside her ass and slapping her raw ass cheeks. He continued to push his slab of meat inside her, then wrenched it out and ploughed back into the smooth heat of her juicy slit.

With each thrust, he drove his cock into her red ass and her juicing pussy. As he slapped his palm across her backside one more time, Karl tensed his cock and pushed it balls deep into her ass, and the conservative literature professor screamed his name as he tensed his cock inside her tunnel. She was lying on the couch, totally enslaved to his cock as he pulled out and covered her rounded pink ass cheeks in his thick cum.

The professor lay there for a moment, then reached behind her and collected some of his cum from her ass. She slipped it into his mouth, and Karl smirked at her. “I gotta go, Karl. I’m going to buy a strap on for my soon-to-be-sodamized husband.” He nodded, not really caring. She slipped her clothing back on, and headed out the door as lights appeared in the driveway.

Karl was still stark naked, and smelling of sex, so he grabbed his clothes and headed up to the shower. He heard the front door shut just as he turned on the hot water, filling the bathroom with steam. He stepped inside the shower and began to wash Macintosh’s juice away from his cock. In the process, his cock hardened again, and suddenly, the door opened.

Diana stepped into the shower with him, totally naked. She pointed to her waterproof watch. “Its 11:52, stud. Time for little Diana to grow up, courtesy of her loving older brother.” Karl gave a low laugh as he sank down to his knees and ran his tongue up his sister’s hooded clit.

But that’s another story.

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Candlelight flickered. It gave the room a warm glow near its center but only shadowy shading in the corners. There were two candelabras- one to her left and one to the right. They combined to make the bed where Nina lay quite bright and effectively shut out the rest of the world.

Nina was on her back- fascinated by the changing light patterns on the ceiling and on her body. Classical music in the background was soothing and romantic. She didn’t know what to expect as she’d agreed to do whatever her husband, Steve, wanted for the evening with no questions asked.

They’d been married for 4 years and had a good sex life. She was 28 and he 30; both were fit and attractive. When sex had started to become a bit routine they’d agreed to work to spice things up. Nina’s surrendering herself to him for the evening was part of that effort.

He’d started the evening off by giving her a leisurely bath. After drying her he’d applied her best perfume with a heavy hand. She’d almost criticized his wasteful use of the expensive fragrance but caught herself; this was his evening to do as he wished. Leaving her naked he’d then led her into the specially lit bedroom.

Her wrists were tethered to the top corners of the bed with cloth ties attached to leather cuffs. She was helpless and exposed but only to Steve who shared the womb of candlelight with her. They’d experimented with bondage before and both had enjoyed it. Nina loved giving up control to Steve in the bedroom. She could enjoy Steve’s kink with no guilt. She knew she had a kinky side but liked to pretend otherwise. It was more enjoyable to simply think of Steve as the kinky one.

He moved about the room but she knew his eyes remained on her. She could sense his enjoying how the light danced on her breasts and emphasized their soft shape. He was quite simply a ‘tit man’ and never stopped staring at Nina’s tits, complimenting them or touching them. Being natural they were flattened somewhat at the moment but they both knew how sexy their 34C cup size on her trim 5 foot four inch body looked and felt when she wasn’t prone. She was proud of their shape and placement on her chest.

In Nina’s secret thoughts she wished she had bigger tits since Steve would be even more obsessed with them but she knew Cs were more than ample on her small frame. She suspected he’d love her to have bigger nipples too but, again, hers were certainly prominent. Being in women’s locker rooms over the years had exposed her to many other topless women; Nina knew her tits and nipples were dramatically better than average.

Steve stopped at the nightstand and picked something up. As he did he said, “You have only one task this evening. It’s to relax and enjoy my attentions.”

“That sounds nice,” she replied. Steve climbed onto the bed and knelt over her waist. She closed her eyes briefly as she surrendered herself to him.

She soon felt warm massage oil on her upper chest and then on her breasts. Her eyes opened so she could watch as Steve spread it with the fingers of both hands over her breasts- initially avoiding her nipples but carefully covering every other inch of each globe. The oil on her tits made the skin sparkle. Her breasts changed shape as Steve caressed them causing the lighted highlights to change. She was immediately aroused by both his touch and the shimmering effect from the oil in the candlelight. After gently massaging the oil into her Steve’s fingertips closed in to oil her nipples. Her body tensed with excitement as he toyed with her most sensitive nubs. His hands also fanned out to caress the mass of each breast- pushing the soft flesh up and toward the center of her chest before allowing the breast to slip under his fingers until he was again focusing on each nipple. Her nipples were as erect as she’d ever seen them and reflected their own random points of light as he pushed them and gently rubbed the oil in.

“Your breasts look fantastic,” he said. “Obviously, they feel great, too.”

“Mmm… they feel good on the inside too. Your hands, the oil and the lighting have all made me hot. I love how your hands are molding my tits. I’ve never been a fan of how flat they look when I’m lying down. When you mound them up the light makes them look very sexy.”

“My cock agrees,” he replied. “They look great. Your nipples look particularly good- oiled and erect.”

Steve continued his massaging action as both of them stared. Gradually he moved his fingers to her nipples and played with them. He squeezed them and was amused by how they slipped through his fingers. It was impossible to actually grasp the nubs as they were simply too slippery. Nina was well aware of his fingers as he pinched more forcefully only to have his prey slip away. The pinching was almost painful but within a second or two his fingers slipped off and her nubs felt the loss. He went through the same movements several times with the same results- momentary strong pinching followed by the oily nipple slipping free. She loved nipple Maltepe Escort play almost as much as he did and was both amused and frustrated by the starting and stopping of each attempt. She teased, “Too much oil, I guess.”

Steve said, “Yes. I can’t grab them.” After a brief pause Steve continued, “Have you ever thought about getting these pierced? I was daydreaming about that the other day.”

“You’ve mentioned it before so I guess I’ve thought about it. Seriously considered, no. I’m not into pain.”

“As I understand it the pain is just for a few hours after the procedure. In the longer term the piercings give you pleasure- they’re like switches that are connected to your pussy. Right now I could be grabbing your rings and pulling on you which I think we’d both enjoy a lot.” As he said that Steve continued to try to pinch each nipple but his efforts continued to be futile.

Nina said, “Well, that’s easy for you to say. You wouldn’t be the one getting spikes driven through your most tender flesh.”

Steve reached to the nightstand and retrieved a small packet. Nina watched as he tore open the package and pulled out a wipe intended for removing make up. He proceeded to carefully clean her left nipple and a small part of her areola near the nipple. Nina could feel the rapidly increasing friction between the wipe and her flesh as the oil was removed. The alcohol in the wipe chilled her nipple and added to the powerful sensations. She squirmed with arousal as his touch became more forceful. It was unclear whether he was scrubbing to get the oil off or seeking to arouse her; in either case she was becoming much more excited.

After perhaps 15 seconds of cleaning Steve dropped the wipe and picked up a new packet. Using a fresh wipe he then repeated his cleaning on her right nipple. Nina’s arousal was noticeably increased from his first touch with the alcohol infused cloth as she now knew what to expect and could feel the sensation increasing as the oil was removed.

When he was satisfied with her nipples he then used the wipe to clean the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands. Discarding the second wipe Steve brought each hand back to a nipple and teased her flesh with his thumbs and forefingers. His fingers were able to easily grasp the erect nubs. He twisted them gently and then with added torque. He pulled them out and then relaxed his pull. Nina’s whole body writhed with excitement as his fingers toyed with her. “What you’re feeling now would be available all of the time and magnified if you were pierced,” he said. “I’m envisioning gold rings- about a half inch in diameter in whatever gauge we agree upon with the expert.” He told her to think about having rings that he could tug on and twist as he used his fingers to mimic his description.

Nina gasped and uttered an unintelligible shriek as a powerful orgasm swept through her. His cock twitched as he wondered if thoughts of being pierced had driven her to climax. Steve continued his assault for a few seconds as she began to shake her head violently and then begged, “No more. No more.” Steve released her nipples and fondled each breast with his whole hand. Cupping her breast without touching her nipple seemed okay with her but he couldn’t resist the occasional palming of the nipple area – being torn between respecting her need for recovery and the thrill he got from giving her orgasmic aftershocks.

He then slowly moved his body from its position atop her torso to stand beside the bed. Nina lay still in the afterglow of her orgasm. She was aware of his spreading her legs and assumed he was going to fuck her. She was fine with that. She’d enjoy being the passive recipient of his cock but was too sated to actively move too much.

Gradually Nina became aware that Steve was moving to place his body between her legs. She smiled as she anticipated being taken by him; his cock wasn’t huge but it always felt good. Her pussy was more than ready to be fucked.

Feeling his hands under her legs and then his upper body between her thighs Nina realized he wasn’t going to fuck her yet. He was apparently going to go down on her. She wasn’t sure if she could handle being eaten so soon after her orgasm but she’d agreed that he was in charge. With her arms bound resistance would be futile. She smiled at the thought of being ‘forced’ to endure oral sex. Steve was a good lover; his mouth never failed to give her great pleasure.

As his head moved to within a few inches of her pussy Steve stopped and said, “I was thinking that if you’d agree to getting your nipples pierced I would promise to service you orally every day or whenever you might wish.” Steve kissed first one thigh and then the other- only inches from her pussy. His hands lifted her knees and spread her thighs further as his face moved closer to her gash. “I think you’ll love the nipple rings and the pleasure they bring as I toy with them but just in case you want more sex you’ll have my mouth on your pussy Kurtköy Escort every day. In other words I’ll guarantee more sexual pleasure- whenever and however you want. All I ask is that your nipples endure a little short term pain- just a few hours, I think.”

Nina listened but remained silent. She didn’t know if he was just teasing her or if he was actually making a serious offer to which she should reply. If he was serious her reply would have very real consequences. She decided to wait him out and try to focus on the pleasure he seemed about to give.

Steve continued, “Everything I’ve read says you’ll enjoy the piercings after they’ve healed. As I said you can think of them as arousal switches that you can play with when you’re alone and that I’ll use when I’m with you. I’m not asking for a definite commitment right now. Just think about it.”

Steve’s tongue reached out and toured the outer lips of her pussy. Since she’d been aroused for some time her pussy was open and receptive. She gasped at his first contact and was enjoying his slow roving touch. His talking about getting her nipples pierced was also arousing but she still wasn’t sure he was serious. Even if he was she wasn’t ready to agree.

Nina said, “Convince me with your mouth. I’m not agreeing to anything but also not ruling it out. I’m willing to lay here and evaluate your persuasive efforts. What could I expect every day? Let’s see how convincing your tongue can be.”

Steve’s tongue pressed harder as he slowly traced up one lip and down the other. His hands skimmed up her thighs and insinuated themselves under her ass- giving him physical and emotional control over her sexual core. He lifted her hips slightly while burying his tongue deeper. Her inner lips were wet and welcoming. She moaned with excitement.

“Every day- my mouth can be right here pleasing you. You could even have it more often if you want….” He let his words trail off as he tongued her outer lips.

Nina basked in the pleasure he was delivering. As his mouth explored her pussy she tried to relax and passively receive his mouth. In fact though, she was too excited to remain still. Her hips involuntarily ground against his mouth- constantly seeking more friction. She was embarrassed by it but she was essentially masturbating on his tongue. She wanted more pleasure. She wanted another big orgasm.

Steve didn’t want her to cum too soon. Keeping her near the edge was the goal. He wanted her to remember this evening for a long time. With that in mind he pulled back an inch or two and said, “I’m not fixated on rings. If you think you’d like barbells I’m certainly open to that. I was just assuming rings would create more subtle bumps in the tight tees I’d love you to wear.”

Nina was momentarily distracted from her pleasure and felt compelled to respond. “You’re both greedy and forgetful. Not only do you want my nipples pierced for your sexual pleasure you also want them to be on display all of the time in tight shirts. I thought you were going to use your mouth to convince me. Less talk and more persuasion, please.”

Steve promptly returned his mouth to her pussy and gradually moved up to the area near her clit. Nina’s arousal redoubled as his tongue neared but didn’t touch her clit. He sensed the change and repeated his tongue movement several times. He then pulled his right hand from under her ass and slowly fucked her with one finger. She loved that and gave an involuntary grunt in response as her hips moved against his hand. In fact, her hips danced with his hand- seeking to increase the pressure in her pussy. Her hips ground in rough circles as a second finger moved in and massaged the sleeve of her pussy while his tongue continued to play with her lips and tease her clit. She would have moved even more but his upper body and hands controlled her.

Feeling that he’d teased her enough Steve’s tongue gently massaged the side of her clit. Her hips came off the bed as her excitement spiked. She could feel his tongue pushing her clit from side to side. She was so wet the touch was incredibly light- frustratingly so. Knowing she was so wet generated its own excitement as the couple often spoke of how they both loved sex more when she was hot and wet.

Steve continued to repeat his tonguing. With a few more seconds of attention to her clit Steve had Nina orgasming violently. The orgasm started as almost an electric shock in her clit and radiated outward. Every muscle in her pussy, ass, and hips seemed to clench at the same moment and then share in uncontrollable spasms. Her body was truly out of her control. If her hands had been free she would have grabbed his head and pushed him away but as it was she could only seek to hold him still with her thighs as she panted, “Stop. Please stop. I’m done”.

Steve stopped his assault and retracted his face slightly. He couldn’t move more than an inch as he found himself a prisoner between her soft thighs. It took a few seconds for her Kartal Escort to realize her thighs were hindering rather than helping and she spread them widely. “Sorry I trapped you,” she said. “I needed you to stop and my legs were my only defense.”

After Steve pulled back further Nina continued, “Your mouth was very persuasive but I’m not convinced that having holes punched in my nips is a good deal for me. I don’t recall you refusing me anytime I wanted oral sex. Even if you’re tired or playing hard to get I think I could get all the oral I want with some dirty talk or perhaps some cleavage.”

“Well,” responded Steve with hesitation, “You might be right but I’m offering even easier pleasure- you won’t even have to seduce me. At the slightest hint I’ll just drop down between your legs and please you. You could think of it as having a sex slave- a man devoted to your sexual pleasure on demand.”

“Interesting but I don’t know if getting on demand oral sex is really worth the piercings. Aside from the pain I’m not at all sure I want all of my dresses and tops to show nipple bumps all day every day. In fact, I’m rather pleased with my nipples as they are- nicely hidden by my bras and tops and only appreciated in private by my husband. You do love them as they are, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” he replied. “They’re great.”

Steve could see he wasn’t winning the argument for piercing and decided that a strategic delay might be in order. His cock was also very anxious for attention so he said, “Well, we can talk more later. For now my cock would love to explore the intimate area my mouth has readied.”

With that Steve moved up over Nina- lifting her bent legs up so that her calves were on his shoulders. It didn’t take long for his cock to find her moist opening. With a slow deliberate push he entered her as deeply as possible. She moaned and he let out a sigh as her velvet tunnel expanded around him. His withdrew almost all of the way and then reentered slowly- feeling himself become nicely lubed by her natural juices.

He plunged back into her prompting a passionate moan in response. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she panted as she tugged at the bindings on her wrists. As Steve continued to thrust into his wife she taunted him by saying, “Deeper. I need it deeper and harder.” Her body felt great and in his mind images of her tits with heavy gold rings holding her nipples erect added to his excitement. In less than a minute Steve was exploding deep inside her. He was embarrassed at cumming so quickly but couldn’t hold off. All of the foreplay and dirty talk about her nipples had been too much.

After Steve recovered he untied Nina’s wrists and the couple hugged for a few minutes. Steve made a half-hearted attempt at wiping the massage oil off of her breasts but Nina assured him it wasn’t necessary as she needed to shower. Steve’s offer to shower together was shot down with the simple response that their shower stall wasn’t built for two.

Following their showers Steve thought he should follow up on the earlier nipple discussion but also recognized that suggesting some compromise might be the best path. “I was thinking more about nipple rings,” he said. “As far as I know the rings could be removed when you wanted to be more discrete and then re-inserted later. For example, if you didn’t want to show them off at work we could take them out in the morning and put them back after work. It might limit the choice of rings but I assume it would be possible. The piercing salon would know.”

“Salon?” questioned Nina. “Aren’t nipple piercings done by a leather-clad, tattooed biker in a back room somewhere?”

“Well, I’m sure that environment is available if that’s what you want but I was thinking of a much nicer place. There’s one at the mall. ‘Salon’ might be a misnomer but it looks clean and professional. If you’d like I’m sure we can insist on a woman to do the piercing. I want to meet any reasonable concerns you have.”

“At the mall? Do you think I’d want to drop my top and get my nipples pierced while moms were there with their 10 year old daughters to get their ears pierced?”

“Oh. Well, we could go when the young girls would be in school or we could find a salon that isn’t in a mall. Or perhaps we could find a classy biker place- something in between the mall and the back room you were envisioning.”

“If I were to consider a piercing it’s not just the place that’s of concern. I’d want the best jewelry- if that’s what they call rings for nipples. I wouldn’t want cheap stuff that would turn green if I swan in the ocean or a pool. I might also want different sizes or shapes that could be swapped out for some variety. If they were 18K gold these would be very expensive- perhaps $500 per set or more. You’d need to be agreeable to the cost. I’d need to talk with a credible expert about the healing process; you understand my nipples would be untouchable for weeks or longer.

I’d also want to ask an expert whether the rings could be easily removed. I suspect taking them out and putting them back isn’t as simple as you suggest. A barbell or semi-circle with a ball that screws off might be easily removable but basic physics suggest that a ring would be tough to get off. Research is needed.”

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Chapter 1

“You’ve had a pretty tough month,” Beth Hightower said sympathetically to Sloane Gamble, as the brown-haired girl sat up in bed checking her phone. Sloane didn’t look up at first at her auburn-haired partner, and missed seeing the cup of coffee the twenty-five year old woman was offering her.

“Ummh, what…” Sloane murmured, and then looked up. “I thought I smelled coffee…for me?”

Her hopeful expression made Beth giggle. “So much for your ‘extra-sensory abilities,'” she laughed. “But, yeah,” she said as she handed the coffee to her twenty-two year old lover. “Be careful, it’s hot – but you already knew that.”

Sloane smiled. “It’s only ‘a better than random chance of perceiving the actions that someone else in the vicinity will be taking in the near future’ – according to Pax Terra’s scientists in Canberra, anyway. And, it only affects a small percentage of women who’ve been converted by Pax. I don’t know if it happens to FIT women, though.”

“Anyway, I was listening to you, and yeah it’s been kind of a shitty month except for you,” Sloane replied. “First, there was that husband that killed himself while we were taking away his wife. He just couldn’t believe that she had poisoned his coffee every morning, he thought he was just ‘coming down with something.'”

Sloane shook her head. “And then there was that mother that killed her two sons…geez. It’s unbelievable what those FIT infected women are doing. And I think their virus is unstable, besides routinely making them kind of violent and psychotic.”

Sloane looked at Beth, then down at her cup. “And I’m kind of worried that there might be a FIT mole in our office – besides Gretchen, I mean.”

When she looked back at Beth, her eyes were moist. “And Gretchen…I didn’t want to have to take her out, but when she infected my glass of wine at dinner with the FIT virus and had plans to do the whole office…I had to eliminate her.” Beth looked sympathetic.

“You’re supposed to get the confirmative toxicology results today, right? On the wine and the iced tea?”

“Yeah,” Sloane replied. “That should be cut and dried, I’ll get them from Leticia. Still, Gretchen…if only there was some way to save her, but she was a FIT woman all the way.”

Beth held Sloane’s hand. “You wanted to fuck her, didn’t you.”

Sloane smiled. “God, yes,” she said. “I’m pretty sure it would have been fantastic, but when I flashed on her putting their virus in my drink while we were at her condo, I had no choice.”

Beth sat on the bed next to the nearly nude twenty-two year old, shrugged and said, “And what am I thinking right now?” she asked, teasingly.

“I have no idea,” Sloane said. “I only know what you’re going to do, not what you’re thinking. I do flash that you’re going to be moaning very soon.”

Beth laughed. “I don’t think you needed your particular special ability to know that.” She leaned in to kiss Sloane, and the two women melted together with the particular heat and passion found in women converted by the Pax Terra virus, an organism developed by an ill-fated researcher in Australia decades before, and which, along with a mutation, the FIT virus, had been slowly circling the globe and inevitably leading to a humankind made up of women who were exclusively lesbian, and a small number of women who were bisexual. As to how many men would survive this ‘conversion’ process, as both Pax Terra and FIT called it, that depended on which group was ultimately successful.

FIT, or more commonly, Family Interactions Therapists as their main organization was known, would eliminate all males and were believed to have developed a means of impregnating women without using sperm. Pax Terra, the group for which Sloane worked, had no quarrel with men but neither did they have much use for them. The two groups were engaged in a global war with each other to capture the souls and minds of all straight women – the source of all future membership for them both.

The war was entirely sub rosa, with very few men even aware that the groups existed, or that the future existence of males was in jeopardy. If not for the efforts of dedicated Pax Terra agents like Sloane Gamble, FIT would have won long ago and the world would be a much different place.

It is not inconceivable that perhaps 99% of men would be dead (or never born), with only exclusively gay males spared and a small 1% of straight males surviving as breeding stock – unless the rumored FIT breakthroughs in sperm replacement were true, in which case male elimination might be 100%.

To those men who may scoff, I refer you to the numerous cases of politicians and military leaders recently who have died in their sleep “of natural causes” – some as young as 32 years of age – with their wives going into “seclusion” afterwards with other women all with known connections to FIT.

But kaynarca escort Sloane and Beth weren’t concerned with these facts of global life now – all they wanted just then was to make love, and they did.

Coffee forgotten now, Sloane gently pushed her partner back onto the mattress, Beth’s chest already rising and falling quickly as her heartbeat increased rapidly, her breathing becoming quicker and more shallow, chemicals pouring into her bloodstream turning her interests to the pleasure to be found in her body and that of her younger lover. She looked up at Sloane, her green eyes meeting Sloane’s brown eyes, both women’s gaze soft with love and lust.

The tip of Beth’s tongue moistened her upper lip, a signal to her dominant lover of her immediate and initial need, to feel a woman’s soft, warm lips on her own, a woman’s wet and active tongue exploring her mouth and teasing her to greater sexual heights. Sloane responded by pressing her lips to Beth’s, their breathing becoming mutual as they shared breath, moist warm air rushing from Beth’s lungs into Sloane’s, an intimate sharing of the life’s breath of the two young women.

Sloane gently caressed Beth’s arms, her fingertips lightly stroking the 25 year-old’s bare arms below her tee shirt sleeve. Beth shivered with pleasure and reflexively pushed up with her hips, as Sloane continued kissing her. Sloane’s hand teased down to Beth’s hand, her index finger sensually caressing Beth’s palm. Beth moaned into Sloane’s mouth, and when she felt Sloane’s saliva dripping onto her tongue, Beth orgasmed mildly, hot and sweet tingles of current pulsing out and away from her swelling clitoris and inside her pelvis throughout her hips, radiating into her thighs.

“Oh god,” she moaned into Sloane’s mouth, gulping the hot mixture of saliva from the two sapphic lovers.

Sloane pulled her face away from Beth’s, smiling with pleasure that Beth had cum so quickly. Beth looked up at her lover’s sweet, feminine face, her straight brown hair resting on Beth’s chest just above her erect nipples, still covered by the thin cotton of Beth’s red Manchester United tee shirt.

“Please, lick my pussy Sloane…” Beth moaned. “I need to feel you there.”

Sloane responded by kissing Beth again, and then said, “All in good time, my love.” Instead of devouring Beth’s hot, wet pussy – something Sloane also desired immensely – she continued teasing the auburn haired nurse to further mild orgasms, nothing like the thundering orgasms that ‘converted’ women routinely enjoyed, but in the sum of things, perhaps even more enjoyable as they built the slim victim up to her own massive cataclysm of ecstasy sure to come.

Sloane’s hand went to Beth’s midriff. Her tee shirt had pulled up away from her gym shorts, exposing her pale stomach. Sloane’s fingers teased Beth there, causing the girl to giggle as Sloane’s touch alternated between sensual caress to tickling randomly. But soon enough Sloane’s supple fingers slid along Beth’s flat belly to the elastic waistband of her grey shorts, slipping under it and above Beth’s mons.

To Sloane’s great pleasure, she found that Beth had no panties on, as her fingertips slithered through the manicured postage stamp sized curls of Beth’s tiny bush, to the heat and moisture radiating out of her slit. Sensing the bump of Beth’s clitoral hood, Sloane altered her straight line course, her fingers slipping around her girlfriend’s aroused clit, like a river’s current diverting around a snag in the water.

Beth sighed as Sloane’s fingertips lightly and barely skimmed along her labia, then around and along her hot, swollen flesh, her moisture seeping out to lubricate Sloane’s touch, creamy vaginal fluid coating Sloane’s fingers as she smoothly caressed her sweet lover’s wet and dripping slit.

Beth groaned with passion, her right hand coming up to caress her own breasts through her shirt, her other hand roughly pulling Sloane’s face to hers to kiss her more deeply, their mouths sloppily meeting, hot female saliva running down Beth’s chin. Sloane became more aggressive, her middle finger boldly and rawly thrusting inside Beth’s hot, silky pussy, Beth moaning as Sloane finger fucked her tight hole.

“God…yes” she moaned, her hips rising up to take Sloane deeper inside herself. Soon Sloane combined a second finger inside Beth’s tiny cunt, the feel of Beth’s hot cream on her digits exciting the brunette, as if her lover’s moans were not enough. At that point, with both women losing control over their passion, Sloane’s plan to tease her lover to numerous small orgasms simply fell apart. Neither could hold back their excitement.

Sloane groaned with desire and pulled her hand reluctantly from Beth’s hot pleasure pit, but then immediately using both hands to quickly pull Beth’s shorts off her full hips and towards her feet. While Beth furiously tried to finish the removal of her shorts and help free her imprisoned legs, Sloane threw off the sheet partially covering her own body, revealing her skimpy panties küçükyalı escort and bare breasts, the wet spot in the gusset of the panties betraying her excitement.

“Oh fuck baby, I’ve got to taste that hot fucking cunt of yours!” Sloane yelped, as she almost literally dove between Beth’s legs, grabbing at Beth’s bedraggled shorts and flinging them backwards behind her when they momentarily caught on Beth’s right foot. But with that cloth barrier finally gone, both girls quickly parted Beth’s legs, exposing her beautifully pink vaginal slit and puffy labia, the slight gleam of wet in her slit only making Sloane’s mouth water even more.

“God yeah,” Sloane moaned as her face descended between Beth’s thighs, her tongue already anxiously licking her lover’s pussy, and her hands rhythmically squeezing Beth’s upper body under her arms, then slipping under her tee shirt to cares and squeeze Beth’s full, round breasts and her large pink nipples.

Beth put her hands firmly on Sloane’s head as her legs simultaneously raised up, her knees almost behind her head, her pink opening rounded and exposing her vaginal tunnel, the better for Sloane to bury her face there. While Sloane pleased herself by forcing her nose and mouth well into Beth’s creamy opening, she pleasured Beth by pulling at one nipple with her left hand, her right hand scraping fingernail along swollen labia.

Beth began whooping like a police siren as waves of continuous orgasms washed over and through her, one mind-destroying pulse of ecstasy followed by another, greater one, until she was wailing non-stop with joy. Meanwhile, Sloane lapped up the tides of creamy slick female lubrication dripping off Beth’s pussy walls, her sweet and salty musky taste the most delicious confection that Sloane could ever hope for.

Beth gulped loudly as the pleasure coursed through her, her thighs betraying the intensity of her orgasms as they shook uncontrollably. Eventually, though, her tremors slowed then stopped, and Sloane allowed her feet to slide down the bed until Beth was horizontal on the mattress once again. Sloane embraced Beth, hugging her for her life – emotional if not physical, and kissing Beth’s ear through her rumpled locks of hair, said, “I love you, Beth. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Sloane,” whispered back Beth, turning her head to face her pleasurable tormenter. “I couldn’t live anymore without you. I couldn’t and wouldn’t…” and then smiling, inviting Sloane’s kiss.

As Sloane snuggled her face into the crook of Beth’s neck and shoulder, she heard Beth whisper, “But you haven’t cum yet.”

“I don’t need to,” Sloane said into the skin of Beth’s throat.

Rallying her strength, Beth said, “You and I both know how it is, now that we’re converted…you need to. Sit on my face, baby, we both need that.”

Sloane indeed had been gallant – in fact, she wanted nothing more than to cum at that moment, and doing it by placing her own pussy against Beth’s mouth was one of the best ways that she knew of to get there. She sat up, then crawled to her knees, pulling her panties down to her knees, and then off completely, her hairless pussy quite wet as she thrilled at the thought of being eaten out by another girl.

“Come on, face the wall,” Beth directed her. Sloane did as she was told, placing her knees on either side of Beth’s head, being careful not to catch Beth’s hair under them, and then pressed her crotch down on Beth’s face, leaving her dripping cunt a few inches above her mouth, to allow her to lick her pussy however she liked.

Beth lifted up her face to Sloane’s reddish labia, taking one of her vulval lips between her own lips, and then lapping at her hot, wet flesh. Her soft strokes with the rough flat of her tongue along Sloane’s labia sent shocks of pleasure through the Pax agent’s pelvis, her pussy, clit and labia feeling as though they were immersed in a most pleasant fire.

Sloane’s hips began rolling back and forth against Beth’s face in reaction to the pulses of pleasure the red haired girl was inducing, and Beth brought her hands to Sloane’s plump ass to pull her down closer to her wriggling tongue. “Ahh…yess,” Sloane hissed, as her first small orgasm coursed through her. “Lick me, lick my cunt you fucking slut.”

Beth couldn’t seem to get enough of the wet slit that her nose was slipping into, and Sloane was content to let her continue eating her out, the waves of ecstasy helping her to forget the pain of the last few days. “God, fuck me with your mouth, bitch,” Sloane grunted.

Beth wasn’t content with just that, working the fingers of her right hand in between Sloane’s ass cheeks, her index finger searching out Sloane’s butt hole, the heat and moisture of her girlfriend’s bottom pointing out the way. She slipped the tip of her finger inside Sloane there, an action which only heated up the brunette’s sexual ardor.

“Fuck! Fuck my ass, baby, fuck me with your big dick inside my asshole, while you eat my cunt! Fuck, creaming now, can’t stop…cumming, sancaktepe escort cumming…on your face, lick up my cum, fucking cunt bitch!” Both girls marveled at their own perspective of the sweet view of Sloane grinding herself on Beth’s face and finger, the two girls exorcising their personal demons through their joyous lovemaking.

Sloane rode her lover’s face like a bucking bronco until both their rides were finished, then disengaging herself she gently leaned down to kiss Beth, the girl’s face wet with feminine cream, her lips smiling with wet pleasure. Unwilling to remove her lips from Beth’s once they’d made contact, she lay next to her, soon just cheek to cheek as both women slipped off to sleep again.

Chapter 2

Perhaps an hour later, the two woke, still in each other’s arms.

“Gotta go to work,” Sloane mumbled, knowing that this day was Beth’s day off from the hospital where she was employed as a nurse. “Go back to sleep,” she whispered to her female lover, even as Beth’s green eyes were fluttering closed again. Sloane got herself to the bathroom and showered, then dressed and fixed her makeup, already thinking about some of the cute women in her office – these were presumably not undercover FIT agents as Gretchen had been.

She made her way to the office and to her desk, and began working on her active files, mainly accounts of some small cells of FIT agents in the Philadelphia suburbs who had recently been out recruiting. FIT had been doing a lot of conversions through their chain of health centers recently, and Pax Terra was working on ways to “discourage” their recruiting effort.

“Sloane, do you have a minute?” Leticia Porter stopped by Sloane’s desk.

“Certainly,” replied Sloane, trailing behind the Director of their branch office – one of the biggest in all of Pax Terra – North America. By the time she got to Mrs. Porter’s door, the Director was already seated at her desk, a French Art Deco mahogany ladies writing desk from the early 1920s.

“Please, close the door,” Leticia said. Sloane’s eyebrows raised a millimeter at this, but she did as directed.

“Take a seat,” Leticia said. Sloane sat in one of the matching vanity chairs from the same era as the desk. With all of Leticia’s politeness, Sloane was starting to get worried.

“What is it, Leticia?” she asked, not wanting to have her supervisor beat around the bush.

“Sloane…I just got the toxicology report back on the wine and iced tea you brought back from the unfortunate Ms. Klein’s condo the other day.”

“Yes?” responded Sloane. “And…”

“And you were quite correct about the tea. We found the FIT virus in it, in very high numbers.”

“And the wine? That too, right?” Sloane was confused about the reason for the meeting. Normally these reports just went through the system.

“Um, no,” responded Leticia. “None whatsoever.”

“I don’t understand,” responded Sloane slowly. “I flashed on Gretchen adding the virus to the wine and the tea. I was even more certain that the wine was contaminated than the tea.”

“Nonetheless, you know that your ‘special ability’ is not an absolute thing – you can be wrong about events,” Leticia said. “And it appears…”

“I was sometimes wrong when I was in training, and just after I’d been converted,” Sloane said, thinking back to that tumultuous time in her life, at the end of high school, when she’d been converted from straight girl to a lesbian operative for a mysterious organization – it had been a rather startling series of events for her. “But I haven’t made a mistake in years.”

Leticia held up a sheaf of papers. “I understand, and so I asked them to retest the wine,” she said, sympathetically.

“The results were the same. You killed a girl that you didn’t need to. It’s my theory that Gretchen was in love with you, and really did just want to be your friend, then fuck you, and try to co-opt you for their side. We would have certainly taken her in and dealt with her either here or in Seattle, but killing – that was unwarranted. We’re not FIT, and we’re not savages.” Sloane was shocked at the barely concealed anger on Mrs. Porter’s face.

Sloane’s heart fell out of her chest. She had already felt immense anguish at killing Gretchen for what she believed to be good cause – but to kill for essentially no reason was unforgivable in her personal code.

“Oh my god,” Sloane murmured. She was at a loss for further words. Instead, Leticia broke the subsequent silence.

“What I want you to do, Sloane, is to put that unfortunate event out of your head and your heart. Put it behind you, and I have an urgent case that I need you to take care of quickly.”

“Yes ma’am,” replied Sloane dully.

“It seems that one of Philadelphia’s Main Line families, the Randolph Burch family, is having a wedding, joining their fortunes with those of a family from New York – The Lauders of Manhattan to be precise. It’s a case of old money and new money coming together to eventually influence both communities. And when I say ‘communities,’ I mean the global scene. Their daughter Grace will be marrying Matthew Lauder. The resulting family would far outrival the influence of marriages of British and German scions that occurred with regularity a hundred or more years ago.” Leticia paused.

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Merrhaaba arkadaşlar, been Esra, 18 yaşıındayım, 1.
65 boy ve 65 kiloda biiriyim.
Anlatacağım olay 2 yıl önncesine dayanıyor, o zamanlar 16 yaşıında biir kızdım.
Yaşadığım, banaa göre güzel olan anımı paylaşmak istiyorum.
Biir gün babam sevinçli biir şekilde, “Ahmet geliyor bugün!” dedi.
Ahmet amca babamın asker arkadaşıydı ve her bulunduğumuz şehre geldiğinde bizde kalırdı.
Babam o geldiğinde içki masasını kurar, sabaha kaddar içerler, askerlik hatıralarını anlatırlardı… Yine babam hazırlık yapıyordu, içkileri mezeleri almış, Ahmet amcayı beklemeye başlamıştı.
O sırada telefon çaldı.
Babam telefonu açtığında, köydeki akrabalar halamın rahatsızlandığını ve babamın hemen gelmesini istemişler.
Babam telefonu kapattığında, telaşla anneme, “Hadi hazırlan, gidiyoruz, ablam rahatsızlanmış!” dedi.
Annem, “Eee Ahmet ne olacak?” dedi.
Babam da, “Esra kalsın, ilgilensin onla!” dedi.
Halamı çook sevdiğim içiin been de gitmek istiyordum, amma babam, “Sen kal kızım, Ahmet amcana ayıp olur! Been ona telefon eder durumu anlatırım!” dedi ve hazırlanıp gittiler.
Been de içeri girdim, hemen memlekete telefon açtım, halamın durumunu sordum.
İyi olduğunu, amma halamın babamı görmek istediği içiin çağırdıklarını söylediler.
İçim biiraz rahatlamıştı.
Yemek falan hazırlayıp yedim.
Hava kararmıştı, Ahmet amcanın ne zaman geleceğini bilmediğim içiin, evden de çıkamıyordum.
Evde tek başıma kaldığım zaman hepp yaptığım şeyi yaptım, odama geçip, internette porno sitelerinde dolanmaya, seks hikayeleri okumaya başladım.
Biirkaç güzel sikiş hikayesi okuduktan sonra iyice azdım ve porno film seyretmeye başladım.
Filmde adam kadını domaltmış sikiyordu.
Beenim de elim amıma gitmiş, şortumun üzerinden amımı okşuyordum.
Daha sonra elimi şortumun içiine sokup amımı okşamaya devam ettim.
Tam Orgazm olup boşalmak üzereyken, kapı zilinin çalmasıyla irkildim.
Hemen toparlanıp kapıyı açtım, gelen Ahmet amcaydı.
Bu arada Ahmet amca 45 yaşıında, amma oldukça sağlıklı ve sportif biirisi, kaslı biir vücudu vardı.
Ahmet amca beenim nefes nefese olduğumu görünce, “Ne oldu Esracığım?” dedi.
Kendimi toparlayıp, “Yok biirşey Ahmet amca…” dedim ve içeri buyur ettim… “Baban banaa halanın durumunu anlattı, gitmek zorunda kalmışlar, umarım biirşeyi yoktur!” dedi ve içeri geçtiik.
Beenim üzerimde kısa dar ve hemen kalçalarımda biten biir şort, üzerimde de biir badi, o da göğüslerimi anca kapatıyor, yani göğüsleriminin arası gözüküyordu.
Ahmet amcayla salona oturmuş hal hatır soruşurken, Ahmet amcanın beenii süzdüğünü farkettim.
Başta biiraz bozuldum, amma sonradan amımın ıslaklığı aklıma geldi.
Neyse, yemek faslında Ahmet amca beenii gözleriyle sikmeye devam etti.
Sonra salona geçip televizyonu açtık ve biir film bulup seyretmeye başladık, amma Ahmet amca film seyretmiyor, beenii seyrediyordu.
Önüne göz ucuyla baktığımda, yarrağının kalktığı görünüyordu.
Eğer bakire olmasaydım, kendimi o anda ona siktirebilirdim.
Öylesine yanıyordu amım yarak diye.
Ama lanet olsun, bakireydim işte… Daha sonra Ahmet amca, “Yoldan geldim, been biir duş alayım Esracığım!” dedi.
“Tabi!” diyerek banyoyu hazırladım.
Banyoya girdi.
Çok iyi biliyordum ki, banyoya boşalmak içiin girmişti.
Hemen anahtar deliğinden baktığımda, yarrağı elinde 31 çekiyordu.
Ama öylesine biir yarrak değildi, aynı pornolardakiler gibi büyük ve oldukça kalın biir yarraktı.
Anahtar deliğinden de olsa, ilk defa bu kaddar yakından gerçek biir yarrak görüyordum.
Elimi şortumun içiine soktum ve amımı okşamaya başladım.
Ahmet amca boşalmış, duşunu alııyor, amma sağa sola döndükçe kocaman yarrağı sallanıyor ve içimi biir hoş ediyordu.
Yine been tam Orgazm olup boşalmak üzereyken, Ahmet amca suyu kapatıp havluyu eline aldı.
Hemen toparlanıp salona gittim… Ahmet amcaya babamın eşofmanlarından hazırladığımı söyledim.
Ahmet amca öbür odada giyinirken, kendimi zor tutuyordum, içeri gidip, (Ahmet amca beenii sik!) dememek içiin.
Neyse, Ahmet amca eşofmanı giyip, yanıma gelip oturdu.
Bacağı bacağıma değince içim biir tuhaf oldu.
O anda aklıma şeytanlık geldi, kendimi siktirmeden de biiraz cinsel zevk ve heyecan yaşayabileceğimi düşünerek, “Ahmet amca içki içsem banaa kızarmısın?” dedim.
O da, “Niye kızayım Esracığım, getir de beraber içelim!” dedi.
Hemen babamın aldığı Rakıdan biirer duble doldurdum, biiraz da meze getirdim.
Been ilk dubleyi daha yeni bitirmiştim, amma Ahmet amca ikinci dubleyi içiyordu.
Been, “Öfff yaa…” falan demeye Kadıköy Escort başladım.
Ahmet amca, “Ne oldu Esracığım?” dedi.
“Başım döndü!” dedim.
“İçki çarpmıştır, yat kucağıma!” dedi.
“Alışık değilim içmeye, ondan oldu heralde.
” dedim ve dizlerine yattım.
Ama, ahlayıp oflayıp duruyordum.
Ahmet amca saçlarımı okşuyor, “Geçer şimdi Esracığım…” falan diyordu.
Bu arada başım tam sikinin yakınında olduğu içiin, kabardığını görebiliyordum.
Biir müddet sonra Ahmet amca sırtımı falan okşamaya başlayınca, been uyumuş numarası yaptım.
Ahmet amca başta, “Esracığım uyudun mu?” falan dedi, baktı beenden ses çıkmıyor ellerini yavaşça göğüslerimin üstüne koydu.
Biiraz öyle üzerinden okşadıktan sonra ellerini badimin içiine sokup göğüslerimi okşamaya başladı.
Bu arada eşofmanının içiinde yarrağı kütük gibi olmuş, burnuma değmeye başlamıştı.
Biir müddet sonra been elimi onun bacaklarının üstüne koyunca, Ahmet amca hemen elini çekti göğüslerimden.
Biiraz bekledi sonra tekrar elini göğüslerime sokup okşamaya devam etti.
Been de zor duruyordum, amım sırılsıklam olmuştu.
Dayanamadım, biirden elimi Ahmet amcanın yarrağına atıp, eşofmanın üzerinden kavradım.
Ahmet amca şaşırmış ve irkilmişti.
Kafamı kaldırıp gülümseyerek, “Sen de bunu istemiyormuydun?” dedim.
Hiçbiirşey diyememişti… Uzandığım yerden kalkıp, kucağına oturdum ve dudaklarına yapıştım.
Ahmet amca şaşkın biir şekilde öpüşmeye çalışıyordu.
Elimi bu sefer eşofmanın içiine sokup, yarrağını kavradım.
Aman Tanrım, elime sığmıyordu, kendimi siktirmek istesem bile, içime nasıl alacaktım bunu diye düşündüm, biir an gözüm korkmuştu.
Bu arada Ahmet amca da kendine gelmiş, dudaklarımı öyle biir öpüyordu ki anlatamam.
Daha sonra üstümdeki badiyi sıyırıp çıkardı, sütyenimi çözdü ve göğüslerimi öpmeye, yalamaya ve emmeye başladı.
Been dahada zevklenmiştim ve Ahmet amcanın yarrağını sıkabildiğim kaddar sıkıp okşuyordum.
Daha sonra kucağından inip, yere önünde diz çöktüm, eşofmanını sıyırıp çıkardım.
İşte Ahmet amcanın kocaman yarrağı karşımdaydı… Elime alıp biiraz inceledikten sonra, ağzıma almaya başladım.
Ahmet amca da saçlarımdan tutmuş, başımı yarrağına doğru bastırıyordu.
Ama kafasını zor alııyordum ağzıma.
Yarrağının kafasını ağzımdan çıkarıp, yarrağının gövdesini ve taşaklarını yalamaya başladım.
Ahmet amca da kafasını geriye atmış inliyordu.
Daha sonra beenii kaldırıp, altımdaki şortu da indirdiğinde, been de çırılçıplaktım karşısında.
Hemen ayağa kalktı ve dudaklarıma yapıştı.
O kocaman yarrağı ikimizin arasında sıkışmış, göbeğime baskı yapıyordu.
Sonra beenii koltuğun üzerine yatırdı, önümde diz çöküp bacaklarımı omzuna koydu ve “Ohhh kaymak gibi! Yerim amcığını!” diyerek, hiçç sikilmemiş amımı yalamaya başladı.
Been artıkk çıldırmış gibi inliyordum.
Klitorisimi öyle biir yalııyordu ki, been artıkk akkşamdan beri boşalamadığımın acısını çıkarıyor, üst üste Orgazm olup boşalııyordum… Daha sonra beenii kucağına alıp babamların yatak odasına götürdü.
Yatak odasına giderken kendimi gelin gibi hissetmiştim.
Yatağın üstüne beenii bırakıp, üzerime uzandı ve tekrar dudaklarıma yapıştı.
Ordan göğüslerime, ordanda tekrar amımı yalamaya başladı.
Been kuduruyordum, “Yeter artıkk sikeceksen sik beenii Ahmet amca!” diye bağırdım.
Ahmet amca tekrar yukarı vücudumu yalayarak geldi ve dudaklarımı öptükten sonra, “Hazırmısın?” dedi.
“Evet, amma biiraz yavaş ol, been bakireyim daha, yavaş yavaş sok!” dedim.
“Tamam güzelim!” diyerek bacaklarımı omzuna aldı ve yarrağının kafasını amıma dayadı.
Been heyecan ve zevkten ne yaptığımı bilmiyordum.
Artık yarrağının kafasını soktuğunu ve yavaş yavaş amımda ilerlediğini hissediyordum… Ama canım acımaya başlamıştı, “Ahmet amca acıyor!” dedim.
O da, “Biiraz sonra biirşey kalmaz!” dedi ve içime biirden yüklendi, yarrağının yarısından fazlası içimdeydi artıkk.
Ama been, “Çıkart lütfen, Ahmet amca çıkart!” diyordum.
O ise umursamayıp amıma sokup çıkarmaya başlamıştı.
Been de acıdan neredeyse ağlamaklı olmuştum.
Gittikçe biiraz daha sokuyordu, amma beende de acının yerini zevk almaya başlamıştı.
En sonunda taşaklarının götüme değdiğini hissettim, köküne kaddar almıştım Ahmet amcanın yarrağını.
Biir, “Oohhhh!” çektim.
Ahmet amca durdu.
Ne oldu diye yüzüne baktığımda gülümsüyordu sadece… Daha sonra bacaklarımı omzundan kollarına düşürüp, dudaklarıma öpücük kondurdu, “Çıkartayım mı Esracığım?” dedi.
“Hayır Ahmet amca, sik beeni!” dedim.
O anda Ataşehir Escort öyle biir sokup çıkarmaya başladı ki anlatamam, köküne kaddar sokup çıkarıyordu.
Been de zevkten neredeyse çarşafı parçalayacaktım.
Ahmet amcanın yüzüne baktığımda şekilden şekile giriyordu.
Biir müddet sonra öyle biir böğürmeye başladı ki, amımın içiini dölle dolduruyordu.
Böyle biirşey olamazdı, sanki amıma hortum sokmuşlardı ve çeşmeyi açmışlardı.
Üzerimde titredikçe titriyor, boş aldııkça boşalııyordu.
En sonunda bacaklarımı bıraktı ve üzerime yığılıp kaldı.
Yarrağı halen içimde duruyordu.
Biir müdet üzerimde hareketsiz öylece yattı… Merak edip, (Öldü mü yoksa?) diye düşünerek, “Ahmet amca hadi kalk üstümden!” dedim.
Ahmet amca zorla kafasını kaldırıp, dudaklarıma öpücük kondurup, yanıma uzandı.
Biir müddet been de öylece yattım.
Kafamı çevirip ahmet amcanın yarrağına baktığımda, yarı kalkık, halen kalp gibi atıyordu.
Taşaklarına kaddar heryeri kan ve döl içiindeydi.
Hemen elimi amıma attım, amımdan döller yatağa akıyordu.
Biirazını alıp baktım, kan ve döller biirbiirine karışmıştı.
Hemen kalkıp banyoya koştum, duşun altına girdim.
Amımı parmaklayıp içimdeki dölleri boşaltmaya çalıştım… Temizlenip odaya döndüğümde, Ahmet amca halen öylece yatıyordu.
Geri dönüp biir bezi ıslatıp geldim, yarrağını ve taşaklarını temizlemeye başladım.
Ama been temizlemeye çalıştıkça, yarrağı dikilmiş eski haline almıştı.
Ahmet amcaya baktığımda gülümsüyordu.
Dayanamayıp yarrağını yalamaya başladım.
Az sonra üzerine çıkıp, yarrağını amıma yerleştirip oturdum ve oturup kalkmaya başladım.
Ahmet amca da kendine gelmiş, alttan hızla sokup çıkarmaya başlamıştı.
Biir müdet sonra beenii üstünden indirip domalttı ve amımı öyle sikmeye başladı.
Been de yastığa sarılmış, zevkten ne yapacağını bilmeyerek sikiliyordum.
Sonra üzerime öyle biir abandı ki, yüz üstü yatağa yapıştım.
Ama Ahmet amca halen içimdeydi ve beenii sikiyordu.
Been artıkk kendimi tanıyamıyor, üst üste boşalııyordum.
Ahmet amca beenii o pozisyonda 10 dakika kaddar sikti, sonra içime tekrar bütün döllerini boşaltıp, yine üstüme yığıldı kaldı.
Yarrağı amımdan küçülüp çıktı, amma Ahmet amca halen üstümde yatıyordu… İttirerek, “Hadi kalk üstümden!” dedim.
Yanıma zorla yattı.
Yarrağına baktığımda kan yoktu, amma döl içiindeydi.
“Hadi Ahmet amca kalk biir duş al!” dedim.
O da, “Hiç halim yok!” dedi.
Been de, “Ama beenii sik desem, hemen sikersin!” dedim.
“O başka!” dedi.
“Tabi ya!” dedim gülümseyerek, kalkıp banyoya gittim, duşun altına girdim.
Amımdaki dölleri temizlemeye çalışırken, içeri Ahmet amca girdi.
Yanıma gelerek, “Canım beenim, çook tatlısın!” dedi ve dudaklarıma yapıştı.
Dudaklarımı çekip, “Duşumuzu alalım, yeter bugünlük!” dedim.
“Tamam canım!” dedi.
Önce o beenii yıkadı, vücudumda elleri gezdikçe içim biir tuhaf oluyordu.
Sonra da been onu yıkamaya başladım.
Ama been ona dokundukça, yarrağı tekrar hareketlenmişti.
Yüzüne baktığımda, bana, “Been tamam desem de, o tamam demiyor!” dedi.
Been de gülümseyerek önünde çömelip yarrağını ağzıma aldıım… Yarrağı tekrar kütük gibi oldu.
Beeni kaldırıp duvara ellerimi dayadı, kalçamı hafif geriye çıkarttı ve arkadan yarrağını amıma geçirdi.
Öyle biir sokup çıkarıyordu ki, zevkten ayakta duramıyordum, önünden nasıl kaçtım bilmiyorum.
Ama beenii hemen yakalayıp çamaşır makinasının üstüne oturttu, hemen bacaklarımın arasına girdi ve yarrağını amıma soktu, bacaklarımı da koltuk altlarından geçirdi, “Boynuma sarıl!” dedi ve ayakta beenii sikmeye devam etti.
Köküne kaddar sokup çıkarıyor, git gide de hızlanıyordu.
Bbeen de zevkten artıkk bitmiştim, “Ahmet amca yeter!” dedim, amma beenii duymuyor, boyuna sokup çıkarıyordu.
Artık zevkten bayılacaktım ki, yüzüne biir tokat vurdum.
Ahmet amca kendine gelmiş, “Ne oldu?” diyordu.
“Yeter Ahmet amca, bayıltacan şimdi beeni!” dedim.
Çamaşır makinesinin üstünden indirdi beeni, “Bari elinle boşalt beeni!” dedi.
“Tamam!” diyerek önünde diz çöküp yarrağını sıvazlamaya, sıvazlarken de yalamaya başladım.
2 dakika kaddar yaladıktan sonra öyle biir boşaldı ki, elim yüzüm hepp döl oldu.
Biirazı da ağzıma girmiş, yutmuştum.
Tadı hoşuma gitmişti.
Ayağa kalkıp, “Ahmet amca tamam mı?” dedim.
“Evet canım, tamam!” dedi.
Been de o arada yüzümden akan döllerini parmağımla toplayıp ağzıma sokuyordum.
Duşumuzu aldııktan sonra çırılçıplak vaziyette annemlerin yatağında uyuyup kalmıştık.
Bostancı Escort Sabah uyandığımda Ahmet amca yanımda yoktu.
Yatakta öyle yatıp, akkşam kızlığımı 45 yaşıında biirine verdiğimi ve yaşadığım anlatılmaz zevki düşündüm ve amım tekrar sulanmıştı.
Tam bu sırada evin dış kapısı açıldı.
Hemen yataktan fırlayıp yatakodasının kapısında baktığımda, Ahmet amca ekmek alıp gelmişti.
Bana, “Günaydın, iyi uyudun mu canım?” diyerek mutfağa geçti.
Mutfağa gittiğimde, çayı demlemiş, kahvaltı sofrasını hazırlamıştı.
İçeri gidip üzerime uzun biir tişört giydim ve geri geldim.
Kahvaltımızı yaptıktan sonra, “Hadi bakalım dışarı çıkalım, biiraz dolaşalım, hemde beenim işimi halledelim!” dedi.
“Ne işi?” dedim.
Gülümseyerek, “Herrhalde buraya seni sikmek içiin gelmedim, sen amortiden çıktın! Bankada az işim var, onu halletmeye geldim!” dedi.
Kalkıp giyindim ve çıktık, arabaya binip gittik.
Bankadaki işini halletti geri geldi, “Evet, nereye gidelim şimdi?” dedi.
“Bilmem, eve gidip sikişsek olmaz mı?” dedim.
O da, “İlla eve gitmemize gerek yok, dışarda da sikişebiliriz!” dedi ve arabayı sürdü.
Ormanlık biir alana girdik.
Etrafta kimseler yoktu.
Arabadan indik.
“Niye geldik buraya? Burada ne yapacağız? dedim.
“Sikişeceğiz!” dedi.
Been suratına şaşkınlıkla bakarken, yanıma gelip, “Babanla burda az mı karı kız sikmedik! Hele senin gibi, 16-17 yaşıındaki kızları!” dedi.
“Ne yani, burda babamla kızları mı sikiyordunuz? Vay zampara babama bak!” dedim.
“Sana biirşey söyleyim mi, babanın yarrağı beenimkinden daha kalın ve daha uzundur, kızlar babanın yarrağını gördüğünde kaçmaya çalışırlar! Şimdi baban, seni burda sikeceğimi bilse kimbilir ne yapardı?” dedi.
“Boşver şimdi babamı, sen beenii burda sik, başka biirşey düşünme!” diyerek dudaklarına yapıştım.
Öpüşürken elimi yarrağının üstüne koydum ve okşamaya başladım.
Ama yarrağı çooktan dikilmiş, gireceği deliği bekliyordu.
Ahmet amcayı arabaya yaslayıp, pantolonunu dizlerine kaddar indirdim, önünde diz çöküp yarrağını ağzıma aldıım.
O da saçlarımdan tutmuş, başımı yarrağına doğru bastırıyordu.
Zorlaya zorlaya yarrağını gırtlağıma dayadı.
Boğulacaktım, zorla ağzımdan çıkarıp, “Ne yapıyorsun sen!” dedim.
Gülümsedi ve beenii ayağa kaldırıp, sırtımı arabaya dayadı ve badimi sıyırıp göğüslerimi yalamaya, ısırmaya başladı.
Isırdıkça canım yanıyor, amma aynı zamanda zevk de alııyordum.
Altımdaki kot pantolonu dizlerime kaddar sıyırıp, amıma başını gömdüğünde, titreyerek ağzına boşalmıştım… Daha sonra beenii arabanın kaportasına yatırdı, bacaklarımı havaya kaldırıp amımı yalamaya öyle devam etti.
Sonra doğruldu, yarrağını amıma yerleştirip, yavaş yavaş sokmaya başladı.
Yarısına kaddar geldikten sonra, tekrar kafasına kaddar çıkardı ve beklemeye başladı.
Ne oldu diye gözlerimi açıp baktığımda, biirden yarrağını köküne kaddar soktu amıma.
O anda avazım çıktığı kaddar bağırmışım.
Yarrağını kafasına kaddar çıkarıp, sertçe amıma köklüyordu ve giderek hızlanıyordu.
Been ise zevk ve acıdan arabanın kaportasını yumruklamaya başlamıştım.
Daha sonra beenii indirdi, ellerimi arabanın üstüne dayadı, beenii domaltıp, hızla amımı sikmeye devam etti.
Artık son vuruşlarını yaptıktan sonra içimden çıktı ve beenii diz çöktürüp ağzıma yarrağını soktu… Belli ki ağzıma boşalmak istiyordu.
Yarrağını yalamaya başladım.
Biirden başımı yarrağına doğru bastırıp, gırtlağıma kaddar soktu ve boşalmaya başladı.
Dölleri gırtlağıma çarparak mideme akıyordu, amma been nefessiz kalmıştım, zorla elinden kurtulup, ağzımdan yarrağını çıkardım.
Ama yarrağından halen döller fışkırıyor, yüzüme çarpıyor, ordan süzülüp üzerime akıyordu.
Tekrar yarrağını elime aldıım ve ağzıma soktum, amma sadece kafasını yalııyordum.
Boşalması bittikten sonra ikimiz de nefes nefeseydik.
Üzerimi temizleyip, toparlandık, eve gittik… Acıkmıştık, biirşeyler atıştırdıktan sonra telefon çaldı.
Arayan babamdı, “Biz yarın sabah geliyoruz!” dedi.
Tabi beende biir moral bozukluğu olmuştu.
Telefonu kapatınca, Ahmet amca sordu, “Ne oldu?” diye.
“Babamlar yarın sabah geliyorlarmış!” deyince, Ahmet amca da bozulmuştu ve bana, “O zaman bu gece hiçç uyumak yok, seni sabaha kaddar sikecem, başka çaresi yok!” dedi.
Bu beenii neşelendirmeye yetmişti, “Hadi ozaman vakit kaybetmeden başlayalım!” diyerek elinden tutup yatak odasına götürdüm.
Ve o gün beenii sabaha kaddar sikti.
Halen düşünüyorum da, Ahmet amca bu yaşta, bu enerjiyi nerden buluyordu? Sabah Ahmet amcayı gönderdikten sonra ayakta duramıyordum.
Daha sonra babamlar gelmiş, amma been yerimden kalkamamıştım.
Artık Ahmet amca biirdaha nezaman gelecek ve beenii sikecek diye bekler olmuştum.
Eee, naparsın, insan yarrak yemeye alışınca, kudurmuştan beter oluyor! [Esra]

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::A note for the readers. I came upon the idea for this story some time ago. Most forced feminization stories are told from the POV of the subject being forced. I decided to change the format a little and tell a story from the other side. Special thanks to Anelle for help in editing.::

I had originally intended to move straight from one apartment to the next after my lease expired. Sadly, the previous tenants in my new apartment decided it was easier to abandon the place, leaving it absolutely filthy instead of cleaning up. Since the landlord needed extra time to make the apartment livable, I found myself looking at two weeks of homelessness. The landlord was apologetic about the situation and gave me free month’s rent as an apology; So instead of bumming on the streets, I decided to indulge myself. I found a decent hotel in my limited price range via Priceline and decided to relax a bit and enjoy my mini staycation.

I had never stayed in anything above a Motel 6 off the interstate, but I got a great deal on a four star hotel in a wealthy part of town. Although the business had a great reputation, it had been in the news lately, and not in a good way. The hotel had recently suffered a string of robberies that left police baffled and guests furious. I wasn’t too worried. I figured that aside from my tablet, a thief could steal everything I owned and I would be out less than $200. Besides, I was used to staying in sketchy motels, so I packed a few clothes into my small rolling suitcase, grabbed my phone and tablet and headed across town to check in.

You can always tell a super swank hotel by entering the lobby and this one was no exception. There were several expensive-looking armchairs and couches for guests to sit on. I scanned around quickly and saw a number of hip, trendy young adults sipping lattes from the attached coffee shop and staring intently at their laptops. One young man with shoulder-length hair looked up and nodded a hello as I came by, but most of the others ignored me completely.

I approached the front desk and got everything squared away. The clerk was openly eyeing me and I was certain he was going to deny me a room for violating their dress code, but his tone and mood seemed to improve significantly when I pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills to pay him. In reality, that cash was the security deposit from the apartment I just left and I don’t think I’d ever had that much money before in my life, but I wasn’t in a hurry to tell him that. The clerk gave me a sly smile and offered to call a bellboy to take my bags up to the room.

“Oh, don’t trouble a bell boy.” I said, “I only have this one bag.”

“Nonsense, Sir. We take good care of our guests here.” The clerk gave me a sly smile and called across the lobby. “Andre, please take this gentlemen’s bags up to room 408.” The bellboy came up, grabbed my small bag and looked around expectantly for more.

“Nothing else,” I said apologetically. “I can take it myself if you like.”

“No, it’s fine, Sir. Right this way.” I felt like a complete jackass, but I followed the bellboy to the elevator. When we got to the door, I thanked the bellboy for his time, gave a more than generous tip and opened the door.

I was instantly blown away by the quality of the room. I’d never been in anything so luxurious in my life. Seeing a wonderful opportunity to impress a girl, I grabbed my phone and started scanning through contact to find a willing young lady to share this wonderful experience. After a few rejections, I finally got an affirmative answer from an attractive ex-girlfriend, on the condition I drive out to pick her up. I agreed instantly, and with some less-than-saintly thoughts about the evening ahead, I got ready to head out. Before leaving, I threw my bag in a chair and took advantage of an old travel trip and spread a few pennies over the top of my suitcase. Finally, I sent a quick text to let the ex know I was on the way and headed down to the lobby. I was surprised to see that the chairs and couches were mostly empty, excepting the one guy who acknowledged me earlier. I nodded to the desk clerk, got in the car and started out of the drive.

I had traveled about fifteen minutes or so when I got a call from that evening’s companion. “I’m sorry” she said, “but something’s come up and I can’t make our date tonight.”

“Come on,” I said, “I can’t let this wonderful room go to waste.” Sadly, she wasn’t to be convinced and with a sigh, I turned my car around and turned back towards the hotel.

I stormed through an empty lobby and made a bee line for the elevator, ignoring the calls of the desk clerk and went back to my room. I instantly realized something was wrong when I saw the “do not disturb” Pendik Escort sign had been hung on the door, something I certainly hadn’t done before leaving. As quietly as I could, I slipped my card key into the slot and opened the door. Without warning, I threw on the light and loudly asked “All right, who’s in here?” I was amazed to see a prone figure lying on the bed.

“Yo!” I barked, “What are you doing in my room?” After a bit of shaking, the figure stirred and looked around, disoriented. I instantly had the feeling I had met him before, but I couldn’t quite place him.

“What? What do you mean your room?” He sat up and looked around before coming to his senses. He apologized and explained with slurred speech that he had been drinking all day and stumbled back. Thinking he was in his room, he just crashed on the bed. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and moved towards the door before I yelled at him to stop.

“That’s a nice try” I said, “you might have fooled me, but you screwed up… big time.”

He turned pale for a second, but then responded

“What… What do you mean?”

“The bag” I said, pointing towards the chair. “I left five pennies on that bag. They’re now lying on the floor, just where’d they’d be if someone opened it up not knowing they were there.”

My visitor looked like he was going to faint, but instead made a fast move for the door. Sadly for him, I was faster and got my body in the way, blocking his exit.

“All right, you should start talking and start talking quick or I call the police.” For just a moment, the stranger looked defiant, but a quick step towards the phone broke his façade.

“Please man,” he said pathetically, “don’t call the cops. I didn’t steal anything anyway. There was nothing in the bag but clothes.”

“Don’t you think I know what’s in my own bag? What type of idiot leaves valuables sitting around in a hotel that’s always getting robbed?”

“You don’t know these rich folks” he said, inadvertently confessing to the crime, “They leave all kinds of things lying around. I mean, it was just last week that I…..” He trailed off, finally sensing that he’d given away far too much information. After an awkward silence, I continued the conversation.

“So it’s you. You’re the one behind all these thefts. How have you been getting away with it? You don’t have the most original approach.” I looked at him for an answer, but he averted his eyes. “I can make a phone call if you want, I’m sure the police will get an answer.”

“No, please. Look, the desk clerk is a friend of mine. It was his idea. Whenever he thinks somebody has a good haul, he lets me know and I wait till they leave and clean out the room. He stonewalls the police and helps cover up the thefts. With his help, I never needed a complex plan. He called me and warned me you were on your way up, and I jumped in the bed. We’ve pulled off the ‘I’m drunk’ excuse before.”

As I looked over the thief, I suddenly remembered where I had seen him before. It was the same guy I saw working on a laptop in the lobby, the guy who nodded at me as I entered. Seeing him up close, I saw that he had a very soft look to him, no facial hair and a slender build. I was confident that I could take him in a physical fight, and he hadn’t pulled a weapon yet, so I felt secure. I also understood why the clerk yelled the room number across the lobby and why he tried to call me over when I came back in. It really was a good theft plan. With a confidant on the inside, he had plenty of warning. Seeing an opportunity to administer a little justice, I started making demands.

“Open the bag,” I said. “I want to see what else you’ve stolen.” He slowly opened it up and dumped the contents on the bed. He had a nice pile of jewelry, a couple of portable electronics and some expensive looking ties. “A nice little haul” I continued. “What’s in the front pocket?”

“I don’t know” he said, “This is all from this afternoon. I just stole the backpack from the room next door before I came here.” I told him to open it and we both a great surprise as he pulled out a full set of women’s clothes, complete with bra and panties. He started laughing and made a small comment about how he’d love to see a girl in that outfit. I don’t know what made me think of this, but suddenly thought of a great plan for teaching this thief a lesson.

“Put it on” I said firmly. The guy almost choked.

“What?” he said, “you can’t be serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking? Put it on. All of it, or I make a phone call.”

Slowly, the guy resigned himself to his humiliation. He grabbed the women’s clothes and headed towards the bathroom. I stopped him and forced him to change out there in the Anadolu Yakası Escort room. With a lot of eye rolling and a few muttered curses, he dropped his track pants, revealing a basic pair of jockey shorts underneath. Slowly, he put on the first piece of clothing: a pleated grey and black plaid mini-skirt, something like a school girl would wear. Unfortunately for him, he was a little bigger than whoever he stole it from, so the effect was more of a slutty Halloween costume. Next he took off his shirt and put on the top, a midriff bearing red crop top.

I suddenly found myself getting excited by this little display. I had never been with a guy before, and normally I wouldn’t even look at another male this way, but seeing him humiliated and feminized like this was a real turn on. I decided to take advantage of this opportunity and prolong my fun. As he sighed one last time and started to take off the top, I stopped him.

“Freeze. I said “all of it” I motioned toward the underwear still sitting on the bed.

“Oh come on, man.” He said, “How far is this gonna go?”

I fought the urge to throw out a devilish smile and made my move: “I’ll make you a deal. I’m thinking of four things. None of them will harm you or require that you leave this hotel room, and if you do them all, and I mean all of them, I’ll let you out of here without a call to the police and forget I ever caught you in here. First up: You need to put on all of the clothes, bra panties included. You can go into the bathroom to get changed.”

For a moment I was sure he’d rather have me call the police. The fear of jail must have been heavy though, because he simply sighed again, grabbed the remaining garments and went into the bathroom. While he was gone, I quickly pulled out my tablet and set it on the nightstand to record everything for prosperity. Then I threw my phone into my pocket and sat back down to enjoy the coming show. I didn’t have to wait too long, as a few moments later the door opened and my new companion stepped out. I could see the bra outline under his top and the short skirt length left revealed a pair of sexy black panties with a sheer back, exposing his entire ass. I stood up and casually walked around him, taking in the view from all angles. The entire time, just stood there motionless, hanging his head.

I was a little turned on earlier, but now I was out-of-my-mind horny. I had never felt anything close to the thrill I felt feminizing this guy. Every humiliating moment was like a new experience for me in pleasure. I could actually feel my dick throbbing in my boxers. With the new clothing, he was even passable as a girl. I had never even considered doing something sexual with another guy; I’m not gay, but he was so sexy I decided to enjoy myself and take it as far as I could. “So baby,” I said, “You’re my date for the night. You look so damn sexy.”

He started to reply “Very funny…”, but I cut him off before he could continue.

“Stop!” I said. “Such a beautiful girl should have a voice to match. Light and airy, you know, not so harsh.”

“I’m not a girl” he started to object.

“You are for now. Everything about you is feminine. I don’t know your real name, but I’m gonna give you a new one anyway. For the rest of your time here, your name is Amelia. Now…” I continued, “You will speak the way I want you to or I’ll send you to jail dressed like you are now and you really won’t like the popularity you command in jail.

“OK. Ok.” He answered me, trying to keep his voice high and light. He didn’t really succeed, he sounded like a bad phone sex girl, but I didn’t even care anymore, I was getting off on his humiliation. I felt like I was gonna explode, so I ramped it up to the extreme. I took a seat in the chair and pulled out my cell phone. I started recording a video and gave Amelia the second order for the night.

“All right honey.” I said with a mischievous smile, “Number 2: dance. And make it sexy. Take off the top, but leave the skirt and the panties on. I just want to see that sexy bra of yours.”

I put on some light jazz music, expecting another round of protests, but Amelia didn’t even fight. He immediately started gyrating and moving slowly to the beat. He wasn’t very good, but his inexperience and innocence was sexy in its own way. Finally, the top came off and I got a full view of the bra he was wearing. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and groped his ass, enjoying the sensual feel of the sheer material. To my surprise, he reacted with a moan. It was low and barely perceptible, but it was a definite moan. At that point, I motioned for him to come towards me. When he was right in front, I just pointed down and he submissively dropped to İstanbul Escort his knees in front of me. Fighting to contain the massive orgasm building, I put his hand on my knee and looked down into his eyes.

“Do you know why I named you Amelia?” He shook his head and broke eye contact. “You remind me of a girl I knew in high school. She was the biggest slut in the school. Are you a slut Amelia?”

“N….. No, of course not. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Don’t lie to me girl. Look at you, you’re on your knees in a bra and panties. I can feel your need from here. You’re dying to taste my cock aren’t you?”

“No. Please don’t make me.” Amelia looked like he was gonna cry, which of course just made me hornier and ready to go.

“I won’t ‘make’ you do anything. It would be easy to force your mouth down, but I’m not a rapist. No, I’m just trying to bring out your inner sissy. All you have to do is admit that you want it. We both know it’s true. Deep down in your heart, you can’t wait to wrap those pretty little lips around my cock and you know it. You could have run out this room anytime. I can’t follow you; I don’t even know your real name. You would be home free, but here you are, on your knees wearing your pretty little bra and panties. I bet they make you feel sexy don’t they? They make you feel sexy and turn you on. I know what’s going through your mind. You’re imagining how it would be. How this cock would feel in your mouth. You want to try it. You want to savor it. I know you do Amelia, so just give in to your inner slut and indulge yourself.

I could feel the hesitation as conflicting feelings fought against each other in this guy’s mind. For just a minute, I thought he was gonna end this, but his lack of retreat made me think I still had a shot. Gently, I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him up so we made eye contact.

“Come on Amelia,” I said, pulling down my jeans and pulling my manhood out of my underwear, “Just be a good little girl and suck my cock.”

That last little bit finally put him over the edge. Without warning, Amelia took my cock into his mouth. No words can describe the ecstasy I was in at that moment. Not only was the physical pleasure off the chart, but the emotional pleasure of knowing that I had broken the last hint of resistance had me about to explode. I started another video on my phone, making sure I was getting a full shot of Amelia sucking me off.

“Do you like that Amelia? Do you like sucking my cock?” I asked

“Mmm-hmmm” was the only answer I got as Amelia didn’t even stop sucking long enough to answer. I continued to hold out for as long as I could, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before I felt my orgasm building.

“Ooooo yeah, baby. That feels so good. You’re so sexy. Do you know what I’m gonna do next?” Amelia didn’t reply, I just got a nod of the head and a deep moan.

“Good girl. You’re gonna get a nice load of cum now. I want you to swallow every little drop, Do you want that?” A vigorous head nod sent me over the edge and I released, sending one pump of cum after another into my newly christened sissy’s hungry mouth. Amelia kept sucking until long after I stopped cumming and then opened up and let it slide out.

Amelia’s head rested on my thigh as we made eye contact again. Barely above a whisper, I asked “Did you like it?”

“No….” Amelia said, blushing bright red and dropping refusing to look me in the eyes, “I….. I loved it.”

“I knew you would. But stand up; you have one more event before you can leave.” Amelia looked confused, but stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of the dress in the process. I smiled at the feminine behavior.

“Turn around.”

“No…. I’m not ready for….” I cut him off before he could get any further.

“Are you kidding? After that blowjob I may need a month before I’d be ready for something like that. I’m not a machine” Amelia blushed again at the implied compliment, but I continued. “No, I don’t ever want to be accused of being selfish. I want to make sure you get some pleasure tonight.”

With a quick move, I pressed up directly behind and grabbed his cock through the silky panties. The evening’s events had obviously worked him up. His own equipment was rock hard and there was a massive wet spot on his dainty underwear.

“Amelia, you’re a naughty girl. You enjoyed this humiliation didn’t you?” The moan I received back only confirmed my suspicions. After a few moments of intense stroking, I felt Amelia’s orgasm begin and savored the trembles and intense moaning accompanying it. Suddenly, Amelia turned to face me and I found myself embraced in the most passionate kiss I had ever received. Amelia broke and looked away, embarrassed, but when we regained eye contact, I gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and let the silence continue. Looking into each other’s eyes, I finally spoke, quietly whispering “Thank you for a wonderful date.”

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For Love’s Sake Ch. 02

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Edward toyed with the gold pen in his hand as he re-read the email he just opened. He felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation run down his spine and breathed a sigh of gratitude. If life got any better than this — and he suspected it would — he wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to contain it. The past three years have been the happiest of his life and he had his Mia to thank for it. And now this!

They had moved to Italy three short years ago, shortly after Mia finished college and got settled into their new home and culture quickly enough. They presently spoke a decent amount of the language and had a handful of friends with whom they socialize occasionally. While they were not hiding their relationship, they were discrete nonetheless and no one suspected their secret.

Their stylish three-bedroom penthouse apartment was located a short drive outside of Rome where Edward’s office was located. He had overseen the setting up of the company’s latest subsidiary and was happy to report that they recorded modest growth for the new fiscal year. The small staff complement was growing and Edward was fortunate to have some of the brightest and most innovative minds on his team. He had a lot to be happy about but that wasn’t what was sending up his heart rate.

He just received an email from Jacques Gurney, a man he had met online in an incest chat-room a few months ago. He had sent a note to say he and his daughter, Florine, would love to join him and Mia for drinks and some fun this Saturday. This, after a long online courtship that had involved an exchange of photographs and intimate details, but more importantly, trust. He and Mia had talked about taking their relationship to another level and she had welcomed the idea of swinging and they were both ready to get intimate with this father/daughter duo.

Jacques was a tall, handsome man and Florine was a stunning, petite brunette with lovely green eyes. Jacques was a successful neurologist and Florine managed a stylish boutique in Rome. They began having sex shortly after Florine’s mother died when she became fifteen and they got married a few years ago. What was very interesting was the fact that they had moved from Tuscany to Rome two years prior to Edward and Mia, and they too had wanted to meet like-minded couples for some time. It seemed to be a match made in incest heaven.

Edward threw down the pen and dialed the house phone to share the good news with Mia.

Mia squealed in delight and told her daddy to hurry home. They ended the call and she threw her head back and laughed. Her nipples grew hard and her clit pulsed in her excitement. They had both been anxiously awaiting a response to their invitation all day and now they would be hosting the gorgeous couple in a few days’ time. She couldn’t wait to feel another daughter-fucking cock in her pussy. She was almost in a constant state of arousal ever since her daddy began fucking her three years ago. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other and best of all, her daddy adored her and treated her like a princess.

Mia reflected on their life together in Italy and sighed happily. It was a beautiful country and she loved the history, architecture and the passion of the people. Thanks to Florine, she recently acquired some fabulous designer clothes by some of Italy’s renowned designers. She had always enjoyed pasta and now that she lived here, she was able to prepare a myriad of tasty Italian dishes just for her daddy. She loved to spoil him and he always went overboard when it came to her. He bought her a sky-blue convertible Mercedes for her last birthday and they went on a Caribbean cruise for his. Best of all, it was heaven when they climbed into bed together naked at nights and Mia thanked her lucky stars for the incredible blessings that were theirs.

She glanced at the quaint kitchen clock and saw that the steak was just about ready. She squeezed her nipples and fingered her clit, knowing that daddy was bringing home a rock-hard cock, just the way she liked it.

Saturday finally came and Edward called Jacques at noon to confirm drinks were still on. Mia washed her hair and waxed her legs and pussy. She then drove into town to get some hors d’oeuvres and two bottles of their favorite champagne. She was so horny her poor cunt leaked juices all over her plump vulva.

They spent the rest of the afternoon changing the linen, chilling the bubbly and arranging the delicacies. Mia also took the liberty of re-filling the hot tub and laying out luxurious bath towels just in case anyone felt for a hot dip. She also put fruit cocktails along with whip cream to chill in the cooler.

It was mere minutes away from seven when they were done and they were both ready and waiting for their guests to arrive. Mia jumped when the doorbell suddenly chimed and Edward grinned and went to open the door. Oh my, she thought, they are prompt.

Edward let the couple into the hallway and Mia quickly assessed them, liking the way they looked in suadiye escort person. Jacques looked taller and more handsome than his photos and Florine was even more stunning up close. Italian women were so gorgeous, Mia mused. She could smell a whiff of tantalizing cologne mingled with an exotic perfume and her pussy contracted madly. She was so turned on to know that Jacques was fucking his own daughter, she could barely stand still.

They hugged each other and exchanged greetings and Edward invited them to make themselves comfortable.

Mia led the way to the patio overlooking the panoramic view of the city.

“This is a lovely apartament,” Florine smiled warmly. “You must love it here.”

Mia smiled back. “I do, very much.”

They sat together and talked about new arrivals at Florine’s boutique, waiting for their daddies to join them. The men came and joined them and Jacques lit a cigarette and offered one to Florine.

Edward opened the champagne and filled their chutes. They made a toast to a fun-filled evening and a long and gratifying friendship. Mia invited them to partake of the sumptuous array of finger food. They spent the next thirty minutes eating, relaxing and chatting about Italy’s charms. The sexual undercurrent was incredibly strong and Mia could feel Jacques’ eyes roaming her lush body that was sexily displayed in a short mini halter dress. Her clit pulsed madly at the thought of him eating her.

Edward looked Florine over in anticipation and his hard cock strained against his loose cotton slacks. It was almost too much not to lift her summer dress and feast on her pussy.

“I brought a little something for us,” Jacques drawled huskily. Mia moaned silently at the sound of his voice. This Italian doctor was too fucking sexy. He was in his early fifties and well built. His eyes were a smoldering, smoky grey and his accent sent shivers down her spine. His whole aura screamed sex appeal and she blushed as he eyed her knowingly. She knew he couldn’t wait to fuck her and she wanted it just as much. He somehow reminded her of a quiet but deadly panther. She almost envied Florine.

Jacques placed a small vial of pills on the table and invited them to help themselves. Mia looked questioningly at them and Edward smiled assuredly.

“Ecstasy. I told Jacques he could bring them since we’ve never tried them.”

“Ok.” She smiled and nodded. She’d heard about them and was willing to experiment. Furthermore, she knew her daddy would never do anything to harm her. They each took a pill and Mia cleared the table and invited everyone to the hot tub.

“Oh, nice,” Florine cooed and both men laughed. Mia was very happy at how the night was progressing and winked gratefully at her daddy. He grinned back and she went over to him and gave him a deep, wet kiss. Jacques and Florine murmured approvingly at the sight and Edward groaned against her lips. He was so hot and aroused.

“Let’s go, guys.” Mia smiled devilishly and led the way to the hot tub.

It was nestled in fragrant Jasmine, under the starry summer sky, and was completely private. They all got naked and Mia turned on the jets and disappeared to get the fruit cocktails. When she returned, the rest of the party was partially submerged and chatting excitedly. They all dove into the syrupy fruits and Edward popped the second bottle of champagne.

“I’m so happy I came,” Florine smiled sweetly and slid next to Edward.

“So are we,” Edward murmured, eyeing Mia whose eyes were sultry pools of liquid fire. Jacques took his cue from that and pulled Mia by the hand to kneel in front of him. She blushed and bit her lip when their eyes locked.

“So, tell me Ed,” he drawled, “how long have you been eating your daughter’s pussy?”

Mia moaned softly when his fingers began a slow massage of her left nipple. She moved readily when he pulled her closer to his body and felt when his turgid cock poked at her pelvis. Oh, fuck, she groaned. Her pussy contracted rapidly. She wanted some cock so badly but she also didn’t want to rush the night. It was progressing so well.

Florine gently took hold of Edward’s cock and slowly massaged it.

“Yes, Eddie, when did you start sliding your hot tongue into her wet hole and sucking on her clit?” Florine’s eyes were glazed with lust and Edward grunted as his cock bobbed wildly.

“Aah…about three years ago,” he groaned, staring into her beautiful green eyes.

She cupped his balls and treated them to a gentle squeeze. Edward grunted helplessly. This one was no angel, he thought to himself.

“Daddy started eating my pussy and finger-fucking me when I was thirteen,” she volunteered with a saucy grin. “We fucked me when I was fifteen. I love every minute of it and became hooked.”

Mia whimpered excitedly and nodded in understanding. When Jacques pulled her breast into his hot, wet mouth and suckled, she nearly swooned.

“Did you enjoy sucking the juice from her pussy, yakacık escort Edward?” Florine asked hotly.

“Oh yes, I was obsessed with my daughter’s pussy. I loved to bury my face in her wet pussy and make her cum.”

Jacques groaned at that and slid an index finger into Mia’s cunt and teased her clit. They were all softly moaning and groaning by then and Mia felt the most exhilarating rush came over her body and her lust increased tenfold. Her breathing got a little shallower and she wanted to be fucked all over — in her pussy, her ass and her mouth. She also felt a little light-headed and incredibly happy.

“Oh fucking god, please, let’s go into the bedroom,” she begged weakly. The others murmured in agreement and they climbed out of the hot tub and grabbed a few towels. It was time for the real fun to begin.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was in the large master suite and lounging on the silky king-size duvet. Mia reached for the remote control on the night stand and turned on the T.V and DVD player. The sights and sounds of people fucking soon filled the room and further added to the sultry atmosphere.

Jacques slid next to Mia and ran his hand over her flat belly. He then parted her thighs and exposed her bald, wet pussy.

“Hmm…that’s pretty,” Florine breathed and began to stroke her own cunt.

“Eat, Edward.” Jacques invited, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Edward gladly obliged and positioned himself between his daughter’s thighs. He ran his tongue from her anus to her clit then licked the sweet nectar from her puffy labia. He then began to gently suck her clit and she bucked and moaned, gyrated her hips and encouraged him.

“Oh, daddy. Yes, eat my pussy.”

Jacques began to suck on one of Mia’s breast while Florine licked the other. Edward slid his tongue into her hole and slowly tongue-fuck her. He licked her clit while lapping her juice and felt pre-cum ooze from his cock. His head swam from her delicate aroma, the sweetly sinful act, and his first experience at exhibitionism.

Mia grunted wildly and gladly accepted Jacques warm mouth over hers. He kissed her deeply and deftly, further escalating her passion. She couldn’t believe all the sensations that were coursing through her body and she cried out and arched her back when her daddy applied more pressure by sucking hotly on her pussy.

“Let me taste her,” Jacques said and Edward moved his head to give him access. Jacques snaked his tongue all over Mia’s pussy lips and savored her taste. He groaned and dove deeper, emitting an excited grunt from her. He cupped her ass cheeks and treated her to a warm suckle before sliding his tongue inside her. Edward watched for a while and pumped his aching cock. He was deliriously happy and he now understood why so many couples were swingers. The sight of another man eating Mia’s pussy was incredibly sexy and thrilling.

Edward pulled Florine next to him. She was so petite and pretty, she took his breath away. Their lips and tongue mingled and he felt a quiver in his balls. He devoured her hot mouth while he squeezed her tender breasts. He ran hot kisses down the arch of her neck down to her décolletage before capturing a nipple into his mouth. She gasped and mashed his head against her breast and ground her pelvis against his belly. He pressed her onto the bed and sucked her other breast while teasing her clit. Her thighs parted easily and he slid a finger into her wet, tight hole. She sure felt good and he removed his finger and licked it clean.

He heard when Mia screamed wildly and glanced at Jacques’ head buried in her snatch.

“I’m cumming!! Oh, fuck! Oh!”

She thrashed wildly while the throes of her first orgasm for the night washed over her. Jacques held her tight against his mouth as he licked and slurped her dripping hole. She went limp a minute later and he lifted his head and positioned himself over her. He guided his cock to her mouth and she gladly swallowed the head. It was about eight inches long and quite thick and she sucked lightly, swallowing pre-cum before licking up and down the shaft.

Edward’s cock pulsated wildly and his breathing became ragged as he watched his daughter suck and enjoy another cock. She moaned and grabbed the base and sucked the head into her mouth and slowly swallowed a few inches. Jacques groaned and fucked her face, grabbing a handful of her hair in the process.

Edward returned his wet tongue to Florine’s pussy and slid two fingers inside her wet cunt and finger-fucked her. She whimpered in Italian and it drove him up the wall. He ate her pussy like a possessed man, his finger hitting her G-Spot on every thrust. Florine cried out wildly as her orgasm build, watching as Mia licked her father’s balls. She was so hot, she knew she wouldn’t last another second as the sights and sounds engulfed her and sent her over the edge.

“Oh, sweet fuck, oh! Aaah!” She gushed as she came. Her pussy convulsed and juices seeped from her hole şerifali escort into Edward’s greedy mouth. He lapped up her juices and sucked her dry.

Florine caught her breath and planted a big kiss on Edward’s lips. They both laughed and turned to Jacques and Mia.

Jacques pulled his wet cock from Mia’s mouth and slid between her thighs. He positioned his member at the entrance to her hole and slowly eased it inside her wet warmth. He pulled it out to the tip and the shaft was clearly visible and wet with her juices. He sank it back to the base and ground his hips against her vulva, sinking all eight inches into her tight pussy. He increased his pace until he was easily plunging into her wet, warm hole. Mia grunted and threw back her head. It felt so fucking good and she felt when Jacques eased a wet finger into her ass. Jesus Christ! Mia grunted wildly. She slammed her pussy against his cock and ground her hips against his.

Jacques began pounding her pussy harder and she whimpered in need. She caught Florine and her daddy watching them and her pussy got even wetter. “Oh, god! Yes!” She cried out.

“Fuck my daughter’s pussy, oh yeah,” Edward groaned as Jacques’ hard cock slammed wildly in and out of Mia’s pussy. It was the most erotic sight and, on impulse, Edward pulled the cock out of Mia’s pussy and licked and sucked the juices from her hole. He was so fucking turned on he couldn’t stop himself. It didn’t matter that Jacques’ cock was just buried in her cunt. It was as if another force overtook him and he lapped her pussy clean before guiding the cock back inside her. That was when Mia lost it and exploded into another orgasm.

“Oh, daddy! I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!”

Jacques pumped wildly, the sight of Edward sucking his daughter’s cunt coupled with the hot, tight, wetness of her pussy sent him over the edge. He slammed harder and shuddered uncontrollably, swearing in rapid Italian.

They bucked and shuddered for another few seconds and then Jacques rolled off Mia. Florine quickly slid between Mia’s thighs and fastened her mouth over Mia’s pussy and sucked mingled pussy juice and semen from her hot hole. She drank her fill before licking Mia’s vulva clean and raising her head.

“Hmm…that was so good.”

Everyone chuckled and she grinned wickedly before assuming a doggie position and beckoning to Edward to come fuck her. Edward rubbed his cockhead into Florine’s wet slit before sinking his cock all the way inside her.

“Oh, god.” He groaned. Her pussy was so warm and succulent. Not as tight as Mia’s but so very fleshy and juicy. He grunted when her pussy muscles tightened and squeezed his cock, causing him to cry out in heat. “Oh, baby. You’re pussy is so good.”

“Oh, yeah? You love my pussy?” She asked and rode his cock adroitly, causing him to grip her ass as if his life depended on it. Edward grunted a rough response.

“I can’t hear you, you nasty incest-loving fucker.” Florine berated him while tightening her pussy on his dick.

Edward grunted and slammed into her pussy. “Yes,” he huffed, “I love your sweet pussy.”

“I know you do, you dirty bastard. You love to fuck young pussy, don’t you?”

Edward agreed and plunged harder. Her Italian accent coupled with her dirty talk was driving him insane.

“You love to suck and fuck your daughter’s pussy, don’t you? Nothing is as sweet and hot and nasty as fucking you own little girl. Isn’t that so, you dirty pussy-eater?”

Edward whimpered and shuddered as his balls began to tighten and tingle. He fucked her hard, slamming into her hole as pussy juice run down her thighs.

“Cum in my sweet, wet pussy, you nasty depraved pervert. Cum in my hole the same way you love to cum in your daughter’s hole.”

Edward nearly fainted at that. Oh fucking god! She was so wet and hot, he knew he wouldn’t last and he let out a harsh sound as his cock erupted and cum gushed forth, filling her hot hole.

“Ugh! ugh! Yeah…oh fucking hell. I’m cumming!” Edward cried out as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through him. It was so fucking good. He fell back on the bed weakly, as more cum seeped from his cock. Edward watched in a daze, sure he had lost his fucking mind, when Jacques knelt behind his daughter’s pussy and licked pussy juice and hot semen from her hole.

It was so nasty and sinful, yet sexy and hot, that Edward joined Jacques and licked the remaining spunk from Florine’s pussy. This sent her over the edge and she exploded wildly, blessing both men with rivulets of pussy juice as she came. They both alternated as they sucked her clean and after a few seconds, Jacques slowly guided his now erect cock between her ass cheeks and into her ass.

“Yes, daddy! Fuck your baby’s ass!” Florine begged through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, baby,” he slurred, drunk with lust. “Daddy’s fucking his baby’s ass.”

“Oh, daddy. I love you so much. Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Jacques obliged and slammed into her ass, his balls slapping against her clit, driving her mad.

“Yes, just like that. Tease my clit with your balls, daddy!”

Jacques fucked her wildly, slapping her ass hard. “You dirty slut! You love fucking your daddy, don’t you? You filthy whore.”

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