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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

One

Victoria heard the front door bang. She stopped typing on her laptop, pushed her chair back, and rushed out onto the landing to see what was happening. At the bottom of the stairs her father was standing with his back against the door. He was breathing hard.

Suddenly the letterbox slot was pushed open and a man’s voice called, “Sir Robert? Just a couple of questions. Any chance?”

Victoria’s father gave no sign he’d heard. She could hear him muttering, “Bastards, bastards, bastards,” with great intensity as she hurried toward him.

“Daddy?” she asked in concern. “Are you all right?”

For a few seconds Sir Robert Peters seemed not to see or hear his daughter. He was trembling with rage and embarrassment from having struggled through the mob of reporters gathered outside his house in anticipation of his being found guilty of insider trading at the end of a high-profile court case.

Victoria touched her father’s arm. “Daddy?”

“Oh, darling!” he cried, enveloping her body with his and burying his face in her hair. “You believe in me, don’t you, Vicky? You know I didn’t do those things they say I did?”

He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. His eyes were wild.

“Of course, Daddy,” she said. “You know I don’t.”

“Oh, good girl. That’s my good girl,” he said, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “Can I have a hug?”

Victoria put her arms around her father and clasped herself against his chest. As she did so, she started in surprise when she suddenly felt him slide his hands down over the taut material of her jeans and cup her buttocks in his hands. Holding her tight, he stroked, caressed, and kneaded the firm mounds, whispering again and again, “Oh Vicky. You’re Daddy’s best girl, aren’t you?” Victoria was shocked when she realized his penis was growing hard against her groin.

“Daddy — I don’t –“

“Vicky, darling –” her father groaned. “You know what I need, don’t you? To help me forget for a while?”

“Daddy — please –“

Without warning her father slapped her across the face. Not hard, but the shock brought tears to Vicky’s eyes. She knew it was useless to protest any further and she got to her knees in front of him, reaching up to unzip his pants.

Carefully, she took out his cock, as she had done so many times before. It was big and hard, the tip already glistening wet with his arousal. Her father spoke softly. “Suck me, darling,” he said, pressing himself into her mouth. “I need to release the tension.”

The head of her father’s cock was huge and swollen, sensitive to the touch. Big purple veins ran up the underside. It was smooth and uncircumcised, smelling faintly of the cologne he used.

“Just suck it,” he implored her. “It’s not like fucking, darling. It’s like kissing. Just kiss my cock.”

Looking up, Victoria’s eyes met her father’s and she pressed her lips to his hard prick and kissed the swollen glans. She took him inside her mouth, ovaling her lips over the thick head and taking in half his shaft. She sucked gently on the head and caressed the sensitive skin on the underside with her tongue. Then, tugging on his balls, she began to move his thick cock in and out of her mouth. Slick with her saliva, her father’s prick made loud, slurping noises as it glided back and forth.

Her father’s hands were running through her hair as she sucked him. “That’s so good,” he said. “That’s just what I need, baby, just what I need. Suck me, darling.”

Victoria took his prick in deeper, and for longer periods of time, letting him withdraw so she could suck firmly at the swollen head and then suckling the full length back into her mouth. Her father thrust his hips back and forth, his movements beginning to intensify. Victoria caressed his swollen balls in her fingers and felt them tighten.

Suddenly her father took hold of her head and began to really fuck her face. It was as if he felt the need to thrust hard, to stuff her mouth with his prick. Victoria knew he was close to the edge, the explosion he needed to release the tension that had filled him all day.

“Let me fuck your throat, darling,” he was saying, holding her head and thrusting deeply. “I know it’s hard to take the whole thing, I know it’s hard and big, but please, open your mouth, open your throat, swallow me up. I’ve got to give it all to you.”

Victoria tried to keep pace with his pounding. Finally she resolved to keep her head still and let him follow his rhythm. He pulled her head to him as he pressed his cock in deep. He humped her face while ramming her throat with his cock until she could tell he was about to climax, the sperm surging in his balls. He was ramming himself hard and fast to release the flow.

She hardly tasted the first Cevizli Escort drops of cum signaling the imminent release of the entire load from his tight, hard balls and duplicated the spasms she felt moving up the long shaft with contractions of her slippery fingers. Her mouth was filled with his helpless, stricken prick to beyond believable capacity.

“Oh god!” her father gasped, taking her head in his large hands. Victoria’s lips stretched and pulled around the slipping thickness of his cock, froth forming at the corners of her mouth whenever she took another plunging suck. She tasted more of the warm, sticky fluid seeping out of his hugely swollen glans. Despite herself, its salty flavor made her wet between the legs, soaking the denim of her jeans.

Victoria continued moving her mouth up and down the glistening shaft. As it throbbed and expanded, she sucked with tiny drawing pulls at the engorged tip and then it erupted. The gushes of hot thick liquid spurted against the back of her mouth and almost choked her. While she gulped them down, her hand gripped tightly at the shaft until she finished swallowing, just in time to release the next load. She sucked again, drawing the warm globs of semen from the throbbing head as she milked the shaft, pumping it over and over. Her father gripped her face tightly as she gulped the spurting streams down her throat, filling her stomach with his rich, creamy cum.

Even before his orgasm had completely subsided, Victoria’s father slid the wet, slippery shaft of his penis from his daughter’s mouth, a thin string of semen still connecting her lower lip to the glans. He pulled her to her feet. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs,” he said.

He spent the next two hours fucking his daughter in her bedroom, finally making her turn onto her stomach so he could bury his cock in the depths of her bottom. Time and again he emptied his balls into her bowels, withdrew and forced her to suck him clean before doing it again.

A dutiful daughter, Victoria was helping her father in the only way she was able.

* * * * *

Two

Victoria watched her grandmother pour coffee from an antique silver coffeepot. She could see the old woman’s hand was shaking.

“Confounded thing,” her grandmother said as she missed the cup with the hot liquid and spilled some in the butter dish.

“I’ll get it, Grandmama,” Victoria said as she leaned forward and mopped up the mess with a napkin.

“Thank you, darling,” her grandmother said. “What time did you say the car was due to pick up your father?”

“At six this morning. The car would be waiting and bring him straight here,” she said patiently. Her grandmother had asked her the same question five or six times in the last hour.

“Oh, good,” the old woman said distractedly. Then she added, “Nine months! I do hope he’s all right. A dreadful place like that –“

Suddenly there was a commotion in the street outside the house and Victoria jumped up. Thick lace curtains blocked the view from the window behind her and she carefully lifted one edge to look out. As she did so Victoria noticed the flimsy, spring-loaded rod holding up the heavy curtains was under strain and she made sure not to pull them. If the rod fell the cameras would flash and her face, filled with concern about her father’s return, would be on the television news and all the front pages the next morning.

A car glided to a stop in front of the house. Cameramen and reporters thronged round it. “He’s here, Grandmama!” Victoria called out. Quickly she went and opened the door expecting her father and his lawyer to hurry in. But they didn’t. Her father put down the small bag he was holding and beckoned to her.

Reluctantly Victoria walked through the mass of reporters who were shouting “Sir Robert! Over here, Sir Robert!” as their cameras flashed, microphones and mobiles thrust into his face, falling over themselves to ask questions.

When Victoria was by her father’s side he gave her a kiss on the cheek, repeating it several times for the cameras. Then he read a short, prepared statement. Victoria listened but didn’t take it in: she knew her father felt he should not have been prosecuted, the letters he had written to her in the last nine months had said the same thing over and over.

At last her father’s lawyer stepped forward, waving his hands. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, Sir Robert will be giving no further comment at the present time,” he said and then climbed into the car, which moved away through the throng.

Victoria followed her father into the doorway of the house where he urged her to turn and pose for a moment, his arm round her waist, waved to the reporters, and then hustled her inside.

“Ma, how nice to see you!” Sir Robert said when he saw his mother was there. He went to hug her.

“And Escort Cevizli you, dear. You’ve lost weight. It rather suits you,” she said kissing him on both cheeks.

“Thank you darling,” he said, putting his arm round her and gently steering her to the door. “You must let Vicky and I take you out for dinner tonight so we can celebrate my release. Will you get a cab here for 7.30? The media will still be camped out in front so wear something elegant and expensive!”

Victoria could see her grandmother was confused. She had expected to stay and hear about her son’s ordeal in prison. But he was very obviously hurrying her out. The old woman’s face became set and she said quietly, “Of course, Robert. I’ll see you both then. Goodbye, Victoria darling,” she said.

“Bye, Grandmama,” Victoria said, anxious her grandmother should close the door before any photographers could snatch another shot.

The door closed and her father stood still for a minute, breathing in the smell of his home.

“Thank you for coming outside,” he said stiffly. “You know how it is. Mustn’t let the bastards see how I really feel.”

“Of course,” Victoria said. “I didn’t mind.”

Her father ran his fingers through his hair. It had turned fully gray. Then he looked at her.

“I missed you,” he said in an emotional voice.

“I missed you too, Daddy,” Victoria said, her eyes welling up.

Her father opened his arms and Victoria walked over to him. He hugged her tightly, stroking his hands over her hair as he breathed in its fragrance. Then she stepped back slightly and looked up into her father’s face, wondering if he had changed. She could see lines etched deep into his face. She reached up and stroked his cheek with her hand. He cupped her hand in his and began to kiss her palm.

“Daddy –” Victoria started to say and then stopped, uncertain if it was the right moment. Before her father’s arrest and the trial Victoria had found herself unable to refuse her father’s sexual advances. Faced with the prospect of imprisonment, he had spent the remaining hours of his freedom enjoying the distraction of making love to her. Victoria knew she should have resisted but she loved him and found herself powerless to object.

But while he had been in prison Victoria realized there had been precious little love involved when he pulled his cock from her pussy and forced its length into her bottom, crying out in ecstatic release as he spurted his sperm into her rectum. And she had changed in the last nine months. More than anything she wanted to get to know her father, wanted desperately to be reassured he really loved her.

“You kept your faith in me, didn’t you,” he said as he led the way into the living room. “I could tell from your letters. You told me how much you missed me, how much you were looking forward to my coming home when they let me out. Well, I’m here now, darling. You don’t have to miss me anymore. Every minute of every day I thought of you. Oh Vicky, I missed you so much. Your beautiful face, your beautiful body.”

“Daddy — I need to talk to you –” Victoria started to say, wanting to explain to him how she felt. She tried to pull her hand back, but her father held it tight.

“Night after night I thought of nothing else. How much I missed you, how much I wanted you. How you’d help me forget that terrible place –“

“Daddy — please — don’t!” Victoria tried hard to wrest her hand from her father’s grip and back away from him.

“Vicky, please!” her father snapped at her. “Don’t make me force you: this isn’t how I imagined it would be. All those nights I lay awake, picturing us together, in your room, you and I together on your bed, making love repeatedly, curling up in each other’s arms…”

Victoria looked at her father’s face and realized right now all he wanted from her once again was sexual release. It was pointless to object or try to fight him. What he didn’t get by pleading he would take by force.

“Let me undress,” she said in a barely audible voice.

Her father released her hand and Victoria saw his fingers were trembling with excitement and anticipation as he took off his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. He stripped off his shoes and socks, opened the belt of his pants, and pushed them down his legs. As she watched, Victoria unbuttoned her jeans, hooked her fingers inside the waistband, and eased her jeans and panties down over the swell of her ass. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, seeing the hunger in her father’s eyes as her breasts bounced on her chest. She knew they were bigger, fuller than when he had last seen them. Her father stripped off his briefs and stood in front of her, the column of his cock jutting out from his groin, quivering with the intensity of his desire.

Victoria said quietly, “How do you want me?”

Her Cevizli Escort Bayan father laughed with delight and said, “Please, darling, over there,” he said, indicating the sofa by the window. “Turn around so I can look out of the window while we make love. Oh, the looks on the faces of those bloody reporters if they could see what we were doing!”

Victoria turned and bent at the waist, stretching her arms across the back of the sofa, her breasts mounded against the soft leather. Then she spread her legs and waited for her father to enter her.

He moved up behind her and put his hand gently on her hips. Victoria jumped a little when she felt the head of his cock touch the lips of her pussy, pushing them open. For a moment he did no more than rub his glans back and forth, teasing her clit then sliding just an inch or so into the opening, waiting for her cream to flow. As soon as it did, he pressed further in, slowly working the head of his cock into her body with little, shallow thrusts.

Almost involuntarily Victoria opened her mouth and moaned softly. Her father heard the sound and steadied himself with both hands on her hips as in one smooth thrust he drove full length into her cunt. Despite herself, Victoria shuddered with pleasure at the blissful sensation. It had been nine months for her, too.

For long minutes the only sound in the room was the rhythmic slap of her father’s belly against her hips as he plowed his cock back and forth, the force of his thrusts making Victoria moan with pleasure despite herself. Victoria heard her father muttering and she knew his eyes were focused on the reporters and cameramen still milling about outside.

Deep inside her pussy Victoria felt the thick column of her father’s cock start to swell. He was close to coming. And Victoria suddenly knew what she wanted. Wanted more than anything.

“Wait Daddy!” she cried. “In my ass! Fuck me in my ass!”

“Oh God, darling — yes!” her father groaned in excitement. He slid his cock from the clasp of Victoria’s pussy and climbed onto the sofa so he could straddle her upturned ass and reach down to hold his prick in his hand to position it against the entrance. He started to push but her anus resisted his entry.

“I’m dry, Daddy,” Victoria pleaded. “Use the butter,” she said, nodding toward the breakfast tray.

Her father quickly hurried over and thrust three fingers and his thumb in the glass dish, coating them liberally. A moment later Victoria whimpered as her father prized open the tight muscle of her anus with one finger, giving her little time to relax before he worked in two more up to the knuckle. He buried his face in her neck, biting and nipping at the soft skin as he plowed his fingers back and forth and whispered in her ear, “Oh darling, I missed this so much.”

“Me too, Daddy,” Victoria moaned. “And I’m ready now. Put your cock in my asshole.”

Her father slid his fingers from the tight grip of Victoria’s sphincter and once more positioned the head of his cock on the puckered entrance. This time there was no resistance and the bulging head of his cock slid into her back passage with a loud slurping noise. The butter was the perfect lubricant.

Victoria gasped as the thick column of flesh entered her, inch after inch sliding past the tight grip of her anal sphincter and up into her rectum. She had forgotten how incredibly full her asshole felt when her father sodomized her and she groaned softly as his glans pushed its way into her bowels.

With superhuman willpower her father did not thrust deep and hard as he had in her pussy. Squatting over her he held still so Victoria could relax her anus around his invading cock as he reached between her body and the sofa so he could fill his hands to overflowing with the globes of her breasts, the pink nipples stiff between his fingers.

Leaning down, his breath hissed in her ear, his teeth closed round the lobe of her ear, his cock swelled impossibly huge in the depths of her ass. Victoria knew her father was about to climax and she said, very softly, “Just look at them out there, Daddy. If only they could see what you’re doing to your own daughter’s bottom. Filling it to the brim with your big hard cock and lots of creamy cum –“

Unable to hold back any longer, her father groaned in ecstasy as his hips spasmed and his balls pumped a huge mass of semen from the head of his prick. Victoria felt the hot liquid gush into her bowels and she knew that, once again, she had done what her father demanded of her. But it was for the last time. No longer was she prepared to be his sexual plaything.

Victoria reached her hand out and grabbed a handful of the lace curtains. She pulled and the flimsy rod collapsed. Her father, naked, squatting above her, his hands filled with her breasts, his eyes closed with the intense pleasure of jetting his spunk deep into her bowels, could be seen clearly by all the reporters and television cameramen waiting outside the house.

Victoria’s days of being a dutiful daughter were over.

End.

© Alex Barton, 2021

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Cathy was a smoldering, dark-haired, trim, Italian beauty who was the receptionist at work. She was always well-dressed in a tight blouse, thin bra, short skirt, hose and heels. As we often had the air conditioning on at work, her nipples were always hard and pushed out against her blouse. I used to tease her that I could tell the temperature by just how far they extended. She blushed, but the next day I swore she didn’t wear a bra because her nipples appeared even more distinct.

One night, after a dinner party at home when it was time for her to leave, I followed her into the bedroom to help her with her coat. When she saw me looking down her dress at her tits, she asked: “Would you like to see them?”

I turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her as she undid the strap of the dress and pushed the top down to reveal her tits to me in the mirror. They weren’t large, maybe B or C-size, but perfectly shaped with no sag and erect nipples. I reached around and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them and pinching the nipples which responded by becoming even longer and harder. She leaned back against me and moaned, grinding her ass against my erection. “Why don’t you come over this weekend, and I’ll whip up something hot for you” I whispered in her ear. We both knew what that meant. She agreed to meet at my place early Saturday morning. She quickly pulled up her top and tied it behind her neck, İçerenköy Escort and I helped her with her coat. I saw her to her car, and waved as she drove away – thinking about the weekend.

Early Saturday morning after a light breakfast, I slipped into my dark blue nylon briefs, made myself a drink, and laid out in my backyard for some sun. The sun warmed up my briefs, and my cock began to grow as I thought about Cathy coming over. “Something hot,” indeed, I thought to myself, thinking of her perky tits.

Soon, I heard the doorbell ring, and stepped inside to welcome my guest. As I opened the door, I was thrilled to see her wearing heels, shorts and a brief top with the buttons nearly undone. Standing inside, I looked down her blouse and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, giving me a perfect view of her nearly bare breasts. She wasted no time in pleasantries, but reached out and gave my cock a squeeze through my briefs. I smiled and said “Come in” as I stepped aside and held the door open for her. I closed the door behind her, and sat down on the couch. “Turn around so I can see all of you,” I said, looking up at her. She raised her arms overhead, and turned slowly, giving me a nice view of her trim body and tight ass. “Awesome!” I remarked.

Standing up, I motioned for her to sit on the couch. “I’m going to take a quick shower to rinse off the suntan lotion,” I remarked. “Why don’t you help me Escort İçrenköy remove these briefs so I don’t get them wet?” She reached up, and slowly slide my briefs down, exposing my erection. She grasped me in her hand, and learning forward, took me into her mouth. Sliding her lips down my hard cock, she took me deep until her lips were brushing my hairs. She worked her mouth as she gently caressed my balls until I moaned. “Oh, GOD! No one has ever been able to take all of me like that!”

Slowly, she straightened up, letting me slip out of her mouth. She looked up and smiled at me. “Why don’t you take your shower now? But, save yourself for me. I want to taste your cream when you get out. I’ll be waiting for you.”

To say the shower was brief would be an understatement! I soaped and cleaned myself up quickly, wrapped a towel around my waist, and returned in anticipation to find Cathy standing in only her red panties waiting for me. I sat back down on the couch, and she knelt between my legs. Pulling the towel loose, she leaned over and began to suck my fresh cock again. It didn’t take me very long to get hard, when she said: “Fuck me! I want your big cock deep in my cunt. It’s so wet and ready for you.” She stood up, and bent over the arm of the couch. Her heels pushed her tight ass up, invitingly. I slipped her red panties down over her hips and down so we could step out of them. Stepping behind İçerenköy Escort Bayan her, I stroked her back down to her ass and then between her thighs.

She was dripping wet, and I knew I wouldn’t have any problem entering her. I held my cock in my hand, and rubbed it over her cunt lips until it was thoroughly lubricated, then pushed it up inside her until my head slipped inside. She sighed. “Deeper, please. Fill my cunt with your cock.” Holding her hips, I thrust upwards, driving my dock deep inside her steamy love pit. As I felt her walls contract around me, I rocked in and out in ever increasing force, driving my cock deep inside her. I slapped her quivering ass cheeks, turning them a nice pink as I fucked her forcefully. Finally, she let out a cry and stiffened, squeezing my cock deep inside her. That was all it took for me to release my pent-up cream deep inside her. I felt myself spurt once, twice, and and then a third time as I came with a groan.

The rest of the day we fucked every way possible until we were both sore and exhausted. Although I tried to finger and later penetrate her ass, she wouldn’t let me enter her there. But two out of three openings were more than well used that day.

Shortly afterwards, she left the company to move back with her parents in New York City. I sent her an erotic letter with an enclosed red lace panty. I got a very steamy letter back from her shortly afterwards – but that’s another story.

I lost contact with her over the years, although I did learn she married an old friend. I wonder if she still has that red panty I sent her and wears it from time to time, thinking of me? I like to think so.

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I had just finished setting up my easel when I heard a knock coming from the front door of my studio loft. Upon opening it, I saw Jake standing there looking a little nervous. Jake being a close friend of mine agreed to model for a series of drawings I had been assigned to do. For the next three Saturdays he was at my mercy.

“Ruth, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Jake mutters as he removes his shirt, “can’t we just stick to drawing the top half of me instead?”

“Come on Jake, you can’t back down on me now, besides you’re already halfway there.” Noticing his hesitance, I decided to help him along… I undid his khakis. Together with his boxers, I slid them down his legs.

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Shaking his head, Jake hesitated in asking where I wanted him. I pointed to a bench draped with a silk sheet sitting on a large platform in the middle of the loft. “If you could lie across the bench with one arm behind your head and the other resting on your stomach that would be great.” Jake walks towards the bench seeming restless and uneasy.

“You know Ruth… I-I don’t think I can do this.” I knelt next him placing my hands on his knees. “Nonsense…you just need to relax…I know just the thing that will help, trust me…”

I begin to run my hands up his thighs spreading his legs so I can easily fit between them. Gently I begin to lick and kiss at his inner thigh. I could feel his dick growing against my cheek. Switching sides and continuing my work, I reach up and slowly massage his balls running them between my fingers. Manavgat Escort I start to move my tongue up his hip slowly heading toward the head of his cock. Taking just the head of his cock into my mouth, I began to run the tip of my tongue quickly over his opening tasting his precum as it drips out of him. Slowly as I moved done his shaft, I make strong circular motions with my lips massaging his entire length as it headed to the back of my throat. I made a small swallowing motion to put pressure on his cock as it rested in deep within me. Moving back up his dick I began to bob my head up and down his length flicking his shaft with my tongue on each movement. Starting at the base of his cock, I pressed my lips around him and moved slowly up his shaft attempting to milk him. Feeling his muscles begin to tense, I began to bob faster and pull his balls down slightly with my hand. “A-aahh!… I’m going to cum-mm! …” Jakes explodes into my mouth emptying himself completely. Swallowing every last drop, I look up at him, lick my lips and smile. “See, no more tension.”

Jake falls into position with ease, as I head back to my easel. For the next few moments, I begin to draw, measure proportions, and mark the scale of every inch of his body. When I finished the basic sketches, I told him he could take a break while I get my paints and such ready to continue.

As I turn to prepare my supplies, I feel myself being pounced upon and begin to fall to the ground. “Now it’s my turn to play…” Jake smirked as he removed the clothing from my body. Leaning Manavgat Escort bayan in, he begins to run his tongue across my lips and then dives into a deep french kiss. He sucks on my tongue and then moves to nibble on my ear. Sliding the tip of his tongue in and out of my ear, he moves it down and begins to pay attention to my neck. “Now for the best part…”

Helping me to my feet, he takes a piece of string out of my supply drawer and ties my hands above my head to the top of my easel. He takes one of my paintbrushes off the table next to us and dips it into a cup of water. Beginning with my ears he moves the tip of the brush across my lips, along my neck, down past each nipple, and glances over my pussy. He follows this wet trail with his warm breath, which sends shivers down my body. Turning the brush over and using the wooden end he begins to flick at my clit. He then runs the handle of the brush down and begins pumping it into my tight pussy. Feeling the waves of warmth coming from my pussy, he decided to set the brush down and continue his torture with his hands. Sliding one hand down my stomach, he runs his fingertips across my slit, feeling the dripping warmth of my pussy. Using two fingers he begins to push through and slowly pump them in and out. Reaching his thumb up to my clit, he began to massage it in a circular motion and added another finger pushing it in deep. Jake begins pumping his fingers faster and harder as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. As soon as my muscles begin to tense, and he feels that I am close to Escort Manavgat cumming, he stops dead in his tracks. Stepping back, he looks over me.

“A-ah…Jake… Stop this torture…” Jake laughs, “And what might my little artist want?”

“Your hard cock…” “And what would you like me to do with my hard solid cock?” “I want your cock in my hot wet pussy!”

“As you wish…”

Lifting my legs, he wraps them around his hips letting my dripping pussy rest on his solid dick. Instantly, I can feel him inside of me, slamming against my body. He grasps my hips and begins making deep hard thrusts into my tight pussy pulling me towards him. “…Harder…” I tried to lock my legs as tight as I could around him to brace myself as he pounds his dick into me. He thrusts get faster as he grabs my ass and tries to hold on. I can feel my muscles squeezing him as I get closer. “… Yes… Ja-ake! I’m cum-ming!!” The feel of my muscles tensing around his dick causes him to orgasm. “A-AAH…. Ru-utt-thh!!” My whole body becomes warm as he fills me with his hot juices. We both begin to pant from the workout.

After a few moments, I feel him soften as he withdraws from my throbbing pussy. Kneeling below me, he licks my pussy clean of our juices.

Jake untied my arms. As I was let down, my knees seemed weak from the afternoon’s activity, so Jake quickly caught me before I fell. We sat together on the floor as we regained composure.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Jake realizes how late it was getting. “I have to be leaving…I’m due at work in 30 minutes.” He helped me to my feet.

Jake begins to dress and gather all of his things. As I walk him to the door, he turns smiling, “You know… I now understand why all of your work is of naked guys.” I began to laugh. “Well, what can I say, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

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Shelley sipped a cocktail at the hotel bar while waiting for an open table in the dining room. It was the first time that she had been in a bar on her own since her marriage almost twenty years previous. The bartender had asked her if she had a room in the hotel. It took a few minutes for the significance of the question to penetrate her thoughts. ‘My God, he thought that I was a hooker!’

Jim entered the dining room but was also directed to the bar to wait for a table. Sleeping and eating alone in a strange city was one part of travel that he did not enjoy. There was only one empty seat at the bar, between an older man and a lady who he estimated to be about his age. A brief nod and grunt of hello each way went for introductions. He ordered a bottle of red wine to take to his table when it became available.

He was not comfortable hibernating on the bar stool, hunched over his drink and watching the bartender do his thing. He noticed in the bar mirror that the lady kept glancing towards him, probably waiting for him to say something friendly. She was an attractive gal but she looked out of place in this setting. She wore little makeup and seemed uneasy.

He turned to her and said, “Hi, I’m Jim, are you visiting from out of town?”

“I’m Shelley and no,” she smiled immediately, “I live in the suburbs and am just in the city for some shopping and a change of scenery. I’m staying in the hotel for the night.” This last comment was to assure him that she was not a lady of the night.

They continued their chat, both of them ignoring mention of their marital status while exchanging banalities about the charms and shortcomings of the city. She finished her cocktail and Jim invited her to have some wine. She accepted gracefully. He asked her if she was planning to dine and she indicated that indeed she was, and like him, was waiting for a table.

“Will you dine with me?” Jim asked, “I hate dining alone.” She looked away from him for a brief interval and he expected to be both rejected and a little embarrassed at her answer.

“Are you trying to pick me up?” she murmured, looking directly into his eyes. She could not believe that she had said that. But this was the culmination of several years of fantasy. She had enjoyed an active sex life before her marriage to an older man. Sex with him had been great for a number of years, but his desire for her waned as he grew older until it had reached the point that he now slept alone in another room. She had not sought out other men to satisfy her needs, not wanting to involve others from within her narrow circle of acquaintances.

‘What the hell’ Jim thought. Was she insulted at his invitation or hopeful that he was trying to bed her? He garnered a smile before responding, their eyes still locked as they attempted to discern the thoughts of the other. It was quite obvious that neither of them were comfortable in a ‘pick up’ scenario.

“Well yes, I guess I am, but only if you want to be picked up,” he grinned as he tried to keep it light.

She seemed to relax, her posture softening and answered, “I would love to join you for dinner.”

What a careful answer, basically acceding to the next step without promising anything more. Jim was suddenly excited at the possibility that he would not dine or sleep alone this night. He called the dining room Maître d’ over and asked if he could find a table for two.

The sudden shift from awkward conversation to the expectation of a more intimate evening eased the tensions. They turned towards the other, knees almost touching, and checked each other out more closely.

Shelley was a strawberry blonde, lightly freckled with pale blue eyes. On close inspection she looked quite striking dressed in black. Her breasts were full and nicely displayed in a sheer blouse covering a lace trimmed bra. A flared skirt reached just below her knees, sheer stockings and high heels completed the picture. Jim was quite certain that he was going to get laid this night, but suspected that seduction efforts were required. He liked seduction, both doing and being.

Shelly was also warming to the idea, a nice looking guy dressed in sport jacket and tie, casual slacks and loafers. He had an athletic build and great hands. Men’s hands always affected her erotically and his looked powerful with thick fingers and manicured nails. His piercing blue eyes seemed to read her every thought, and convinced her that this man could fulfill her fantasies of the past few years that had centered on someone of her own generation and age. Her nipples hardened, her loins weakened as she noted a bulge growing down along his inner thigh. ‘God, am I really doing this? He wants me, I can tell. But will I spend the night with him? He’s getting hard he wants me! I want to, I want to.’

The Maître d’ interrupted to guide them and their wine to a secluded table. Apparently the $20 Jim had slipped him had paid off. They chose to sit side by side on a love seat and within seconds Buca Escort were touching at the hip.

They chatted easily, finding common likes and dislikes in travel and reading and movies. Shelley relaxed more as the minutes drifted past too quickly and decision time approached. She was comfortable with this stranger and knew that if he asked her that she would probably spend the night with him. They ordered appetizers and another bottle of wine. They held hands and Shelley rubbed her breast against Jim’s upper arm, she could feel his bicep harden at her touch.

Shelley thought that he was going to kiss her as he licked his lips and leaned in towards her. But he eased his hand free from hers and lowered it under the table, slipping it in between her knees. She clutched his arm more tightly, pressing and rubbing a breast against it signifying her acceptance of his move. She allowed her legs to part as he eased his fingers and hot palm up her inner thigh. She exhaled slowly as his hot hand caressed her before sliding back out to her knee.

There was a trio playing in one corner of the room, and Jim stood up, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s dance Shelley, I do my best work on the dance floor,” he smiled. She murmured that she had not danced in years and might be all feet.

She flowed easily against his body, and allowed him to move one breast under his arm as they swayed to a slow love song. His hand was at the small of her back, pressing to bring her hips tight to his. She initially kept him from engaging their hips and his hardness.

“Relax Shelley, you must know that I want to spend the night with you,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, I know,” she replied, her body slowly giving in to the pressure of his hand.

“And so? Have you been thinking the same?”

“Yes but I am a little nervous. I have never done anything like this before.” She felt his erection now as their hips joined. This was very real and not just the fantasy that she had lived out many times over the past few years. Her loins flooded with heat as she now returned the pressure, slowly rubbing her hip against his hard cock.

He kissed her softly, no more than a little peck, but it sent shivers down her spine. He pressed the hand that was holding hers against her breast, rubbing it gently and suggestively with a knuckle. Her nipples tightened.

“Let’s sit down and talk about this,” Jim murmured. He held her by the waist from behind as they returned to their table, occasionally bumping her butt with his cock.

The appetizers were served as they returned to their table. When they finished Jim moved closer to her and she slipped her hand under his arm and pressed against his arm once more.

He looked down at her breasts and said, “God I want to take those out of your bra and make love to them. Will you allow me to undress you?”

She bit her lip and replied, “When you look at them, that is all I can think of, my nipples are like rocks right now at the thought of your lips on them.”

“What else are you wearing? Do your panties match the bra? I won’t know where to start on you.” Jim’s heart was pounding as he imagined undressing her.

She paused a bit, “No panties to remove I’m afraid, just a garter belt and garters. I feel quite naked; I’ve never gone out like this before.”

“Jesus Shelley, you must have been planning to get laid. Did other guys hit on you tonight? I can’t have been the only one, my god.” A mental image of her pussy framed by black garter belt, garters and lace stocking tops rushed through his mind.

She smiled, “A few tried but I was not interested. When you looked at me first, I knew that you were the one that I wanted. And yes, I wanted to find a lover for tonight.”

Jim was trembling with desire now. There cannot be any aphrodisiac more powerful than the indication from a woman that she wants you to fuck her. He said, “Are you really hungry now? I would prefer to make you my meal. Shall I call the waiter for the bill?”

Shelley leaned in to him, “Yes, yes, yes. Food is the last thing on my mind right now.”

The waiter obliged quickly and brought there bill to the table, finding it difficult to hide his smile. The two of them rose and left the room at a half trot towards the elevators.

Jim punched the button to his floor and turned to take Shelley in a close embrace as their lips met in a full tongued open mouth kiss. Shelley moved her mound until she could feel his thick cock and ground against it. His hands cupped her cheeks, spreading them and pulling tight.

Jim closed the door to his room and pushed Shelley up against the wall before stepping back and whispering, “I have to see you Shelley.” He turned the lights up and loosened the belt of her skirt and dropped it to the floor.

His heart was pounding as he looked down at her beautifully trimmed orange bush framed in black lace. He reached down and rubbed his finger tips on her bush and mound, then slipped Escort Buca them between her legs along each side of a wet slit.

They kissed wildly as he fingered her, her hands finding his belt and zipper, undoing them and dropping his pants to the floor. Her hand trembled as she touched his cock through his shorts, sliding the palm of her hand up and down his stiff shaft.

Shelley’s mind was full of loosely connected thoughts and memories. Her husband, her first sex, her best friend, what will she do tonight, will she stay the night, will he like her naked. And all interspersed with a raging desire to be taken by this stranger in any way he wanted. ‘This is perfect, just what I dreamed of, he is so nice but he looks wild and dangerous now, he can do what he wants with me, I am ready for anything. I might cum when he enters me.’

Jim’s thoughts were much more focused, he would fuck her right there pressed against the wall. All he could think about was shoving his cock in amongst all that black lace. The niceties would have to come later. And so, with his pants around his ankles, and his shorts half way down his thighs he moved in, lifted one of Shelley’s legs in the crook of his arm and rammed his cock up her.

Shelley was surprised at his sudden move and was tight at the feel of his cock relentlessly burrowing its way into her but she reacted by pulling him close and finding his tongue to suck on. Jim kept thrusting at her, working his cock in deeper with each stroke until he felt her relax and open for him and suddenly their pubic bones were banging together.

The grunting and groaning did not last very long as Jim started to come, unloading in three violent thrusts. As he held the last one fully inside of her, Shelley moved her pussy back and forth despite the lack of maneuvering room. He held her tight; his head buried in her neck and then slowly lowered her leg to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “That was not what I had planned. I wanted to undress you slowly and make love to you, not take you like a dog in heat, you didn’t even get off. “

She kissed him and replied, “That was just what I needed, what I have been hoping for, I wanted to be taken hard and used. And you did, we have all night.”

Jim stepped out of his pants and shorts as he pulled Shelley into the middle of the room. He turned her facing away from him, while standing in front of a full length mirror. He unhooked her bra, looking over her shoulder at their reflection. “You are very beautiful; no wonder that I could not contain myself.” He slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her tits upwards with his hot hands. Her nipples were pale pink. He noticed some cum seeping down the inside of her leg.

“Let’s clean that up a little,” he smiled as he led her into the bathroom, lifting and setting her on the bathroom vanity. He wet a wash cloth with warm water, spread her legs and began to wipe the inside of her leg and then, oh so gently, her pussy. Shelley moaned, settling back on her hands with her eyes shut. This was a first for her and she revelled in his touch.

“Hm,” he said, “your pussy needs some attention,” and slipped one finger up inside her, hooking it in under her mound. Shelley lifted her butt upwards, inviting him to finger her. He bent down towards her and fastened his mouth on an erect nipple and sucked it in unison to his fingering.

“Let me undress you now, I can hardly contain myself,” Jim groaned. He bent down in front of her, sliding his hands down her leg and easing one shoe off of her, then sliding down the other leg to do the same. He unbuttoned the garters and rolled the sheer stockings down and off her legs. He left her garter belt in place.

Shelley was trembling in anticipation. Jim stood now, moving her legs each side of his hips. His cock was almost erect as he brushed the knob in her trembling pussy lips. “Use your hand baby; I am close to ready for you. We’ll fuck right here for a bit, and then finally in bed,” he said. His eyes were slits of lust.

Shelley was burning inside, her body aflame with desire. She looked down between her legs at his thick cock and encircled it with her hand, first jerking him off and then using her finger tips teased little circles around the swelling knob. It blossomed in her hand as his blood surged into it once more. They kissed with eager passion as she began to rub it in her pussy lips, feeling the gentle pressure as he sought to penetrate.

The knob slipped between her lips as he pulled her ass towards him, he paused and she closed and pinched just behind the knob, squeezing and releasing it. This was heaven to her, someone wanting her, it had been a while and she would enjoy each intimate action. Her legs spread almost of their own accord, inviting him to enter her fully.

Jim eased his cock gently into her, his passion under some control despite the urge to bury it quickly and often. His throbbing knob parted the inner folds of her Buca Escort Bayan vagina, relentlessly seeking to bury it deep. He could feel her trying to take it in, pressuring against him. He pulled her ass closer, sliding her parted slit to the edge of the vanity. Finally he could feel her pussy lips clamped around the base of his cock, their pubic bones now grinding together.

He was standing fully erect with his cock buried in her. He watched her, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip while sliding her butt back and forth in little moves, her pussy sucking at his cock. He used his finger to tease her exposed clit, gently circling it.

“Go for it Shelley, you like the feel of it, use it baby, I owe you one, this one’s for you, ah good, that’s it,” he said as he began to slide it in and out at a faster pace. “Do you want off here baby? Could take you to the bed first if you want.”

Shelley was lost in pleasure, his words only sounds as she released herself to the feel of his thick cock gliding in and out. Each time he pulled back she clamped her pussy lips just behind the knob as if trying to hold him in. She reached up to pull his head down and closed her legs around his back, her heels digging in to the back of his thighs.

“I could lick you baby. Ever had your pussy licked while fucking? Pussy tastes real good after some cock,” he whispered in her ear.

The only sound was Shelley grunting as her body arched up to meet him, clutching at his shoulders and neck, thrusting her tits up to grind against his chest. “Now, now, never stop, take me, I’m yours,” she cried out as he felt her orgasm build and her body go rigid.

He allowed her to finish, continuing to fuck her slowly as she gradually relaxed. She was crying a little, he found her lips with his, supporting her with his arms, while his cock slipped relentlessly in and out. Without speaking, he pulled his still rigid shaft from her and carried her to the bed. He laid her on her back with her head on the pillow, spread her legs and then knelt in between them on his knees.

She lay there supine, her arms above her head, chest heaving with tits splayed to each side, and watching his moves. She looked down as he pressed his cock back between her legs, moving his knob into her, and then lifting her ass up before sinking it deep into her. They looked at each other as he fucked her from his knees, and then he slowly lifted each of her legs up over his shoulders and rose up over top of her.

He glared down at her as he began to drive his cock almost straight down into her. He pinned her hands each side of her head. Her tits flew from side to side as he plundered her.

She shivered, was it fear or desire she wondered, but soon began to react to his increasingly violent strokes. She could not move except to tighten her knees around his neck as she felt the jolt of his pubic bone slamming on her own. She in turn now glared up at him, her eyes showing her thoughts. ‘You want it hard do you, slamming your big cock into me like this, well I want it too, that all you have?’ The words were unspoken but were as clear to him as if they had been shouted.

He shuddered as his first load of cum blasted deep inside her, and then he pulled his cock out and shot some into her bush and down her belly and tits. She defiantly thrust her hips up at him to get it back inside her pulsing cunt. Her legs tightened around his neck and her ass cheeks clenched as she joined him in release. They held position, he buried in her, milking the aching pleasure before their bodies finally relaxed and collapsed.

They lay quietly side by side for several minutes, not touching or looking at the other. Jim rolled to his side, his hand slowly caressing her and whispered. “Sorry again, I don’t know what comes over me when I am in you like that. I just go frantic with a need to be a little brutal for some reason. It is as if I am punishing you for God’s sake, but enjoying it.”

She smiled, “Not to worry, I sense that I am sending you signals to do just that. I have loved every second with you. I have had more variety with you tonight, then during the last twenty years. I want to sleep with you tonight.”

He pulled her towards him, both on their sides, her tits crushed against his chest and they kissed very softly. She lifted one leg over his hip. “I want that too, although there will not be much sleep involved.” He slipped his hand up between her legs. “Damn, we made a real mess in your pussy, methinks it is shower time.”

They took their time in the shower, taking turns soaping each other, feeling and kissing and rubbing their slippery naked bodies. They toweled off, glancing at the mirror to take in the action and laughing. Shelley reached down for his cock as they stood looking into each other’s eyes.

“It will take a while before I’m ready baby,” Jim grinned, “I am not used to this much action.”

“Maybe I can speed it up,” she said biting at her lip. She began to slide down his body at his shrug. She dragged her tits against his chest and belly as she began to kneel down. She moved his cock between her tits. She smiled as she felt him react. Looking up at him, she sucked his soft cock into her mouth.

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Tucking a stray hair back behind her ear, Lisa checked her watch for the tenth time in five minutes. She tried hard to relax, but this was the first party she had been invited to since she was officially divorced, and she really wanted to make a good impression. She hated to be late for anything, and for some reason, it seemed more important than normal to be on time tonight.

Seven-fifteen, and the baby sitter was late. Taking a deep breath, Lisa tried to relax. She had no real reason to be on time; it was not like she had a date, or even any prospects, but as the sun set below the horizon, she found herself becoming more and more excited. Perhaps it was just that a good night out, with no kids and no husband, was just what the doctor ordered.

A loud knock on the door snapped Lisa back to attention. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard the sitter pull into the drive. Releasing a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding, she answered the door. Nick had watched the kids for her on a number of occasions, when she had business to deal with and needed to tend to matters that were hard enough without someone hanging off her skirt asking to be taken to the potty.

“Sorry I’m so late, Lisa. My damn car wouldn’t start.” She could see he was genuine in his apology, and having seen his car, it was easy to believe. Nick was twenty-two, ten years Lisa’s junior, and used babysitting as a means to supplement his meagre income while he put himself through college. He was not what most people would consider handsome, but there was something about his eyes that always caught Lisa’s attention. Added to that, he was great with her three young children, and an all round nice guy, Lisa found it almost impossible to be cross with him for being late.

“That’s ok, Nick. Better late than never, right?” She gave him a warm smile, and when he smiled back, she wondered why she had never noticed the dimples in his cheeks before. They made him look almost cute. She shook off the notion of any such ideas. He was much too young for her, and certainly would not be interested in a woman of her age and baggage. Picking up her handbag, and the bottle of wine for the birthday girl, Lisa headed for the door, pausing to give him instructions he already knew, and to take another opportunity to appraise him in a slightly different manner then she had previously.

Before she managed to say a word, he was rattling off all the things he knew she was about to say. “The phone number to reach you is by the phone, the kids are bathed and fed, and can watch television for another half an hour, Kim will need a diaper change, and Brad still has to clean his teeth. You’ll call in a few hours time just to check if they are ok, which you know they will be, and you’ll home before midnight.” He smirked at his own cleverness, and then added: “Now be a good girl and go and have some fun. I don’t want to see you back here before three a.m., and if you’re sober, be prepared for a good lecture. You look terrific, by the way.”

Lisa was a little stunned. It had been quite some time since she had been passed a compliment, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with it. “Thanks, but I really don’t think I will be that late. I’m a little too old to be out partying all night.” She hadn’t realized until then just how low her self-confidence had become.

“Too old, my ass. I bet you could out-party women half your age, and do it with style. You look hot, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Any man with half a brain would be thrilled to show you a good time.”

Lisa had to really laugh at that. “That’s part of the problem Nick, most of the men that want to show me a good time only have a half a brain.” It’s amazing how a laugh can break an awkward moment, and this was one laugh Lisa was grateful for. “I’ll be back before dawn, and I wont call to check. You have my cell phone number if you need me. Goodnight, Nick.” She heard his “Goodnight, Lisa” through the door as she closed it behind herself. He really did have a pleasant voice. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? With a shrug, she headed for her car, and Fiona’s thirty-fifth birthday party.

Lisa was about to apologize for being late when she realized she was one of the first to arrive. After giving Fiona a quick hug and the bottle of wine, Lisa found herself a comfortable chair and a stiff drink. She wasn’t much of a drinker as a rule, but tonight she was in the mood for something a little wild. She felt the need for a little adventure; needed to break a few rules and take a few chances, rebel against all the ties and responsibilities of day-to-day life. As the night progressed, however, and the other guests arrived, she soon realized that if she were looking for a wild night, this party was not going to provide it.

By the time they all sat down to a rather decadent dinner, Lisa realized she was the only one there that was single, and the other women made it more then obvious that their husbands Fulya Escort were right off limit. Lisa tried not to take offence at this, as taking another woman’s husband was the last thing she had on her mind. She had been the recipient of such happenings in the past, and would never wish such circumstances upon anyone else. Still, the whole situation did leave her feeling like a spare wheel.

As Fiona blew out the candles on the cake, Lisa made her own wish. Closing her eyes and opening her heart, Lisa wished for all the things that would make her life complete again. When she opened her eyes, she was relieved that Fiona had blown out all of the candles in one breath. Otherwise, the wish would never come true. By nine-thirty, Lisa was bidding Fiona and the other guests goodnight and heading to a video store close to home. Perhaps Nick would overlook her arriving home so early, and sober, if she presented him with a few good movies and some ice cream.

Nick was lying back on the sofa, textbook in hand, and the stereo playing softly in the background. Lisa had snuck in so quietly that when he looked up and saw her leaning over the sofa about to snatch away his book, he quite literally jumped. “Geeze, Lisa! Talk about giving a man a heart attack!” He quickly straightened himself up and restored his good humor. “The party that bad, huh?”

“Well… let’s just say, I got the DVD’s and ice-cream, so you can get the plates and chocolate syrup.” She handed him the tub of ice cream and presented him with her selection of DVD’s.

He ran an appraising eye over them, gave her a nod of approval, and headed for the kitchen, but instead of returning with ice cream, he appeared waving his car keys. “Can’t have dessert without the main course, and I have just what we need at my place. I’ll be right back.” Before Lisa could say a word, he was out the door and backing down the drive.

With Nick gone for a few minutes, Lisa took the opportunity to change out of her party clothing and take a quick shower. As the warm water washed over her body, she could see her reflection in the partly steamed over mirror. Her breasts were still high, and nicely formed, her stomach was a little podgy, but she had a nicely trim waistline. Her ass and thighs could use a little toning up, but on the whole, she didn’t look too bad.

Covering her hand in a creamy lather of soap, she began to wash her body, running her hand slowly down over her shoulder and along the length of her arm. Her hand brushed against her breast in the journey, her dark nipple coming to life sending a message through her entire being that could not be ignored. Turning her back to the shower, the warm water cascading over the back of her head and down the gentle curve of her spine, she re-lathered her hands and brought both of them to her aching breasts. Cupping them full in her palms, she began to knead and massage them, rubbing the sensitive points between her fingers, and then pinching them gently.

The feelings that surged through her body were something she had been denied for far too long, having told herself she could live without such pleasures. With her left hand still caressing her breasts, she slid her right hand down over her stomach, her fingers lingering for a moment in the soft down of her pubic hair. She was in no mood to tease herself, she needed release. With her thighs still pressed together, she slid one soapy finger between them, running it along the length of her pussy lips and shuddering a little at the unexpected intensity of clitoral contact.

Lifting one leg onto the edge of the tub, she opened herself up to her own exploring fingers. The water from the shower had washed away the soapy lather, but she needed no such lubrication now. Her pussy was wet, liberally coated in a silky cream of its own making. She slid her finger deep inside herself, not wanting to linger. Nick would be back soon and she needed her release badly. Still pinching and squeezing her nipples, she slid two fingers deep into her aching pussy, moaning softly at her self-induced pleasure. She could feel her clit hard and pulsing against the palm of her hand as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, her hips rocking gently in time with her probing.

Lisa could feel her climax there, waiting just beyond her reach, and she knew she needed something more. Moving her hand lower, she slid a third finger inside her creamy depths, pushing deeper and harder into herself. Her other hand moved quickly from her nipples and began to inflict the same tender attentions upon her now throbbing clit. It was all she could do to keep her balance in the tub, leaning back against the wall for support, turning to allow the streaming water to beat down upon her breasts and nipples.

Harder and faster, she began to probe herself, her fingers reaching for her G spot while she pinched and rubbed hard against her clit. Faster and faster she worked, plunging and groping, pushing and rubbing, working Fulya Escort Bayan her body until at last she was there. Biting down on her bottom lip, she tried to stifle the sounds of her long overdue pleasure. Her pussy walls pulsed and contracted about her fingers. The cream of her orgasm ran down over her hand as she slowly withdrew it, letting the fingers of her other hand linger a little longer on her still throbbing clit.

She stood there for a moment, basking in the combined sensations of the warm shower and her intense orgasm. It was then that she remembered Nick. He should have well and truly been back by now, and was probably wondering what was taking her so long in the shower. Would he suspect what she was doing? She found herself blushing a little at the thought, almost hoping that he did know. The thoughts seemed a little wicked, but she was a woman after all, and still very much alive. Stepping from the shower, she dried off, wrapped herself in a towel, and peeked out of the bathroom door.

Nick was nowhere in sight, and she thought perhaps he hadn’t come back after all. The thought left her feeling a little disappointed, until she heard his soft voice singing along with the stereo, and her spirits brightened considerably. Ducking across the hallway and into her bedroom, she was suddenly stuck with a new dilemma. What was she going to wear? She didn’t want to seem too presumptuous, or desperate, and didn’t want to look like a haggard old housewife either, so she settled on her satin pyjamas and matching dressing gown. It was feminine and elegant, without making her look desperate, and was still comfortable. Perfect.

The smell of pizza soon answered the questions as to what Nick had raced home to get, and awoke yet another appetite, this time for food. While Nick finalized the reheating of what were probably the previous night’s leftovers, Lisa put the first movie in the DVD player and scanned through the previews. The pizza arrived just in time for the opening credits, and she was surprised to find it was of the frozen variety, not the leftover kind she was expecting. She took a hungry bite and smiled, “My compliments to the chef.”

Nick just laughed. “Nothing but the best when I’m entertaining my Lady Boss.”

“Hey, hang on a moment! I got the DVD’s and ice cream, and when I am home, I can take care of the kids, so just who is entertaining whom here? I suppose since you got the pizza, and heated it up, it makes us even.” They both laughed, and even though it was meant as a joke, it cleared up where they stood with one another. When she was home, he was off duty, so they could both relax and enjoy one another’s company.

About halfway through the first movie, Lisa found herself becoming a little bored. It was a good movie, but she had had such expectations for the evening, and none of them had even come close to becoming a reality. Nick sat at the other end of the sofa, with enough room between them for another two people, and Lisa was beginning to think it was for the best that they kept that distance. Getting off the sofa, she headed for the kitchen, and the ice cream, but before she had the second scoop in the bowl, Nick was behind her giving her instructions on how he liked his ice cream placed just right in the bowl so that the chocolate sauce didn’t all vanish to the bottom.

Lisa gave him a cheeky look, dipping her spoon into the container and lifting a large scoop of the frozen condiment to her mouth. Slowly she ran it across her lips, sucking a little into her mouth and trying her best to be dramatically sexy and funny. The whole plan backfired, though, when the ice cream fell off the spoon, landing squarely down the front of her pyjamas, leaving trails of white, creamy milk all over her dressing gown, as Lisa squealed from the sudden chill down her shirt. Nick, in his haste to come to her aid, pulled aside her dressing gown and reached for the front of her pyjama top, pulling a little too hard and popping several of the small buttons, leaving Lisa bare-breasted and milk-coated before him.

With startled realization, Lisa blushed red and pulled her top closed. She wished she had been bold enough to stand there and let him feast his eyes on her breasts, but her self-confidence didn’t stretch quite that far.

Nick placed his finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to meet his. Their eyes locked for only a heartbeat before their lips met in a hungry kiss. His hands covered hers; opening the front of her shirt to reveal to his hungry eyes her ice cream covered breasts. Without a word, he set to licking away the sweet cream, the tip of his tongue following the thin streams all the way down her chest to where it melted into the fabric of her pyjama bottoms. Lisa’s hands rested lightly on his shoulders as he followed another trace of ice cream back up her stomach, stopping at the lower edge of her breast, sucking tenderly on the warmth of her flesh.

Lisa felt an involuntary Escort Fulya shudder as the sensations raced through her body. The heat of his breath after the chill of the ice cream was turning to fire on her flesh. His hands embraced her thighs, pulling her tight against him as his hungry mouth turned its attention from the ice cream to an even sweeter delight. His tongue toyed with her nipples for just a moment before sucking them into his mouth one at a time, darting back and forward between them, trying to devour them in even amounts. A soft moan escaped Lisa’s lips, and she knew there was a new hunger within her that no amount of ice cream could satisfy.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the dressing gown and pyjama top fell to the floor, leaving the top half of her body exposed to his ravenous lips. On his knees before her, his hands firmly on her ass, he licked and kissed every inch of her chest, breasts and belly. Lisa was helpless in his embrace, all of her senses lost in the passion and heat of the moment. When he moved his hands over her hips and slowly began to slide her pyjama bottoms down her legs, she thought her knees would crumble beneath her.

As if he could read her mind, he pulled the pants free of her legs quickly and tossed the clothing to one side. He pulled her harder against him, pressing his cheek hard against the front of her satin panties as he embraced her. He could smell her, the sweet aroma of her showered orgasm, the subtle scent of lavender soap; it was a combination he could not resist, and hungered to taste.

Standing before her, he led her to the table, pushing the chair out the way and laying her back. His eyes met hers and they knew there was no need for words. Slowly, he ran the backs of his hands over her cheeks, across her shoulders, down over her breast, pausing for a moment to circle her hard, dark nipples. With almost painful slowness, he continued down her body, along her slender waist, until finally he met with the only thing that now stood between him and her fragrant delights: her panties.

Taking the lacy edge in his teeth, he slowly pulled them free of her, stopping to kiss and nibble her thighs every few inches. He took them as far as her knees, and then ran the tip of his tongue back up the path he had just travelled. He wanted to taste her, devour her very essence, but there was no rush. He brushed his face against her soft pubic fur, burying his nose deep in the crevice at the top of her still-closed legs, breathing deep her womanly aroma. He returned to her panties, sliding them the remainder of the way off her legs and tossed them aside.

Kissing his way back up her legs, nipping and licking, he opened her slightly to his gaze. He could see the moisture glistening on her lips and the tops of her thighs. She was a woman, ripe and ready for the taking, but he would not take her yet, not until she was ready to burst with the passion. Sliding her back a little, he lifted her feet to the edge of the table, spreading her knees wide opening her up to him fully.

“Oh God, Lisa, you are so damn beautiful!” The fire in his eyes told her that he meant every word, and there was something in the way he looked at her that made her feel more beautiful then she had in her whole life. Running the tip of his fingers up the inside of her thighs, he brushed them over her fur-covered mound, watching for her reaction. The touch was so light, yet sent shudders racing through her whole body. She was ready, so very ready. With one finger, he parted her glistening lips, feeling her moisture and heat as he slowly slipped it inside her.

Lisa tipped her head back and moaned softly at the penetration of her body, and as he added a second finger, she found herself almost begging his for more. Her back arched, and her pussy reached for him, trying to take more of his fingers into her warm depths. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out, marvelling at the way her body responded to his touch. Taking them slowly from her, she whimpered a little, like a child denied her candy, but he had more to give her, much more.

He worked his fingers over her clit, pinching it between his fingers, stretching it and allowing it to slip back through his fingers. Her hips lifted, gyrated and rolled until he could contain himself no longer. With a low growl, he was upon her, his lips and tongue covering her sweet vagina. Lisa cried out with the suddenness of his lusty attack, digging her fingers deep into his dark hair and pressing his face harder against herself. His tongue pushed deep inside her, lapping and slurping at her creamy offerings, then darted over her clit, sucking it hard between his lips then letting it settle again.

Placing his mouth squarely over her clit, he began to suck hard, rubbing his tongue roughly over her tender nub as he did so. Lisa’s hands clutched for the edges of the table, holding on for support, not wanting to break the breath-taking attachment he had formed with her body. Her mind swam thought the sensations, lingering on the edge of heaven until quite unexpectedly, he slipped two fingers back into her. The impact was instantaneous. Nick sucked harder, pushed his fingers deeper, working her body until there was no chance of return.

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Warning: This is an explicit semi-fictional/semi-autobiographical

multipart series involving White Daddy / south asian teen raceplay,

crossdressing, and more. If you are not over 18 and/or find the notion

of White Cock superiority to be offensive, then please do not read on.

Instructor Mike’s Academy – Part 2 – Now I Understand

I did some yoga to chill me out and then went to bed. I knew I’d need a good night’s sleep for what was to come. Class actually took my mind off of things until the final bell when it all came crashing down in my mind. I didn’t control the fear, I just delayed it. I threw on my running shorts and got moving. A few blocks away from my destination my heart rate went way up and I felt like I was hyperventilating. Basically running while having a panic attack. The fear again. Who can protect me?

I ring the bell and he answers quickly. Seeing my frazzled state he sits me on the couch and whips up a quick lemonade. Fingers run up and down my sweaty back as I drink it down and begin to settle.

“Feeling better? You looked a little woozy when I let you in.”

“Sort of but I’m more afraid than ever.” I started trembling.

“That’s because you don’t have the missing pieces yet, while your old belief system is being shattered. You’re empty and you need to be filled. Just hang on a little longer.”

“OK what are my instructions, Instructor Mike?” I said with a wry smile trying to calm myself with humor.

“Since you enjoy being cute, I’ll let you know where you stand right now. You’re sweaty and you need a shower. As a matter of fact, so do I. I think it’s time for the lesson to begin. Realization of purpose will calm you. Stand up and strip.”

Something clicked in me and I went on autopilot. Instead of freaking out about it, I calmly removed my running shoes, socks, shirt, and shorts and stood there for inspection. Instructor Mike stood up, his frame towering over me.

“You have such a lean runner’s body.” He said as he walked around my slim figure. Then he started running his hands over my globes and gently squeezing. “Held on to a nice amount of junk in the trunk, though.” He stopped molesting my rear and walked around in front. Suddenly my balls were being fondled aggressively.

A hand was thrust under my nose…”Sniff!”

I did as I was told. It smelled like my sweaty balls after a run. A pretty gentle odor. He took a sniff himself.

“Pathetic!” he mocked. “This is why I put you in panties because you don’t even smell like a real man. That could be pussy juice I’m sniffing. So now that you’ve smelled your own weakness, it’s time for you to experience a real Man. Get on your knees!”

I complied without hesitation. I’d come this far, and I wanted to see it through. I descended into my knees and looked up for guidance.

“Excellent. You’re being such a good little aimee. Now remove my pants and underwear for me.”

I audibly gulped. I went about my task carefully removing his pants with a little help. Then came the moment that changed my life. The realization of so much in so short a time. As I approached his boxer-briefs, I could already smell something powerful. The closer I got, the more it filled my senses. The bulge visually enticed me with its volume and I had to resist the urge to run my hand over it. Finally, I peeled down his underwear while on my knees in front of him and out flopped this incredibly well-defined hunk of Cockmeat. I’d seen some porn before but seeing something on screen is totally different from when it’s in front of your face, literally. It never occurred to me that it could be like “that”. So big and meaty. It was fascinating.

“Stick your face into my balls and breathe them in.”

I inch closer to the alien organ. Soft it is so much bigger than my own erection. I shudder to think what it might look like when it’s hard. I reposition the musky rod with a hand and the warmth and power send a shudder through my fingers. A sense of happiness and wonder fills me as I hold the powerful, though currently dormant, organ off to the side as my nose and lips approach the hairy bag.

As instructed I began breathing through his balls as he pulled his shirt off and was totally naked. At first I was overwhelmed, and the powerful scent made me dizzy. He then gripped my head, rested some of his bodyweight on my face through his balls, and my heart skipped a beat. I don’t know why but it felt romantic to my naive brain. As if he’s sharing his most intimate part with me.

As he lifted his heavy sac off of my face, I got my emotions in check. The smell was intoxicating and powerful. I looked up at him and all of these confusing, submissive thoughts were flooding into me as he locked eyes with the weakling below him.

“Kiss my Balls and thank them for the gift of Man scent.”

I stretched again to get my lips on the mighty Sac and gave it a really nice kiss. I meant that kiss.

“Thank you Instructor Mike’s Balls for the gift of your power and the honor of being in your presence. I hope to be able to serve you in the future.”

I can’t believe what I was saying. I inhale the essence of White Man Balls and I turn into a total slut? I guess maybe there is such a thing as love at first whiff.

“Good girl! It’s clear that you are starting your transformation. Now that you have witnessed some of the differences between superior White Cock and whatever you call that worm between your legs, the effect is irreversible. How do you feel?”

“I’m so confused right now. I always thought I had a nice-sized cock. I wanted to marry a girl someday and have kids. Now I feel hopelessly inadequate next to that!” I said as I pointed to the meat monster between his legs. I looked up at the Man, pleading for answers.

“I think it’s best to be honest with you at this point. No you do not have a nice-sized cock. You have a tiny cocklet that is an absolute joke. It’s one of the smallest cocks I’ve ever seen on a girl your age, and you should refer to it as a clitty, peepee, cocklet or dicklet going forward. You’ll never have a family without using artificial insemination. Your shrimp dick wouldn’t penetrate deep enough for that. That’s provided you’d find a woman weak and low value enough to allow you to mount them in the first place. Lastly, you are correct that you are hopelessly inadequate. Your penis is not a tool of power like mine. It’s a delicate flower petal.”

My world was crashing around me. My sense of self-identity was shattered as I instinctively felt the bump between my legs. It’s not what I thought it was. I used to be proud of it, literally moments ago. I dreamed of the day a girl would be with me, she’d see and exclaim how cute it was, and then lap it up like an ice cream cone. What a delusional fool I had been. No sane woman would do anything but laugh.

“Now you understand,” he declared.

“Now I understand,” I replied in total dejection.

The crazy thing is that this all happened within minutes of my arrival. It felt like an eternity had passed. All of my notions about my place in the world we’re changing rapidly. When faced with the sight and smell of true power, so much became clear. My peepee shriveled even further at the thought. I still have an entire session with the Man who just utterly emasculated me for life.

“I know this is a lot to take in so quickly, aimee, but as they say sometimes it’s best to rip the bandaid off. I see you are a bit more relaxed now.”

He was right. Knowing that you can’t compete means the game is already over. I didn’t have all of the answers yet, but I had the most important one. No woman will be interested in my body or dicklet. They aren’t interested in figuring out how to please a peepee, they want to be owned by a real Cock. My mind had already raced to the possibility of being similarly owned and it calmed me down. I knew a Man to protect me was the ultimate answer. Everything Instructor Mike told me made sense. He wasn’t lying that I was going to walk out of here changed forever.

“I think so,” I replied blankly. My mind was swimming and my eyes kept drifting down to his Massive Cock. He smiled.

“While the difference between our sweat was an important learning experience, it’s time to wash it off and get prepared for your full day’s coursework. We have a lot to cover. I’m an efficient teacher so let’s combine some lessons right now. The shower is upstairs. In most cases, your place is underneath, below, or behind a White Man. One notable exception is on stairs or escalators so we can get a good look at your girly ass. Proceed upstairs and the bathroom is first on the left. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” But I didn’t understand. All of these physical desires were still new to me, and I grew up thinking only women could be sex objects. The realization that I was destined to be one as well left a million questions unanswered. I got a hint of it at the gay bar but once again naivetee prevented me putting two and two together. I thought it best to go with the flow and hope everything fell into place.

We ventured slowly upstairs, both naked, up front the hairless and innocent waif, in back the beefy and hairy Man. His forearm was the size of my thigh and I felt so vulnerable. The fear returned as my exposed bottom swayed before his eyes. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist, halting my progress. Another hand gripped my left cheek and stretched it to the side as he positioned his soft but powerful cock near my rosebud. He relaxed his grip so my globes were framing his cock, and began caressing my left cheek while his other hand Dominantly held me in place.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered in my ear. “You are a brave little girl and I know you will make me proud.”

The mixture of the Dominant White Man smell still in my nostrils, the powerful meat pulsing between my buns, and the affirming feminizing comment calmed me down a bit as he released me and gently pushed me by my balls to coax me up the stairs. My dicklet, Bahçeşehir Escort as I’m quickly getting used to calling it, was getting aroused as we approached the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet as if to piss.

“Kneel down on my right side and lift the toilet seat.”

I got down as ordered, so close to that amazing White Man Ball smell which would soon be sadly cleaned in the shower. As I lifted the lid and looked up at him, I caught a whiff of those magical White balls and had to hold on to his tree trunk leg for balance as the effect overtook me again.

“Good. Now reach your hand up, grip my cock, and aim it at the bowl.”

On my knees, my left arm reaching up, I wrapped my fingers from below around the soft but meaty cock and did my best to point it correctly from the odd angle. I felt a powerful ripple through my hand and the stream came flowing like a waterfall. He even pisses more like a man than me. Perhaps that was yet another lesson?

“Good girl,” he stated as the stream hit home in the center of the bowl. As I knelt there, I felt droplets splash against my naked body and face as I watched but thought better of complaining. We were about to shower anyway, but my initial reaction was revulsion. The memory of the pinch of my peepee head was still fresh in my mind from yesterday, and I wanted to avoid punishments.

“Because you have a little toothpick dick,” he stated as his flow started to taper, “you probably just shake it around a bit to get the last drops out, but a White Man Cock is different. You’ll need to give a gentle squeeze from base to tip and then a little shake. Then wipe the slit dry with your finger and flush.”

I slowly squeezed out the last drops as instructed and carefully shook. As promised, a drop of pee glistened in his slit and I wiped it with my index finger. As I reached over to flush, my face brushed against his cock which had grown a bit in size. Maybe he enjoyed my hand on his cock? The other guy seemed to like it before I chickened out but this organ felt so different. The flushing action caused more toilet water droplets to hit me, but I tolerated it. Instructor Mike did say that I would have to learn to tolerate some of the more demeaning desires of White Men, and in my very vulnerable mental state at the time, I knew to accept the parts I didn’t enjoy.

He looked down at me and stroked my hair. “That’s a very good girl. You will learn the importance and complexity of White Cock management as your instruction continues.”

His hands went under my armpits and he effortlessly picked me up, turning my body to face him.

“Let’s get nice and clean. Start the shower, adjust the temperature, and then start cleaning yourself thoroughly. I will follow you in shortly.”

I got it ready and jumped in. The shower was opulent! Marble with a heated bench on one side and 3 shower heads; an overhead one, one that sprayed water from the floor (not sure what that’s about), and then a removable head. Instructor Mike was clearly well off and was living the good life.

I turned on the overhead shower and began washing my hair, face and body. I cleaned my peepee thoroughly and let some hot water wash between my cheeks. After washing my feet, I let Instructor Mike know that I was done.

“Good girl. It’s time for inspection.”

Mike pulled the transparent door that he was ogling me through and stepped in. I bravely turned to face him and looked up. We were on the side of the shower near the bench outside of the water stream. He stepped towards me, my bravery vanished, and I took an apprehensive step back, sandwiching me between the tile and his superior White Body. He began by sniffing my hair and face, then lifted my arms to smell my pits.

“I watched you clean and you did fairly well, but you must learn to clean yourself like a proper lady.”

Scared that I did something wrong and he’d hurt my peepee again, I quickly replied, “I’m sorry, Sir. Please tell me what I did wrong so that I can improve.”

“Since we’ve been focusing a lot on smell today, I will use that to demonstrate where you failed.” He rubbed my tiny sac aggressively, sniffed his fingers and then stuck them under my nose. “Do you smell anything?”

I inhaled deeply and it smelled neutral and clean. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Girls have to clean carefully up front. The clitty area can have offensive smells. You did very well cleaning there, but you neglected other important areas that we need to discuss. Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bench.”

Now I was getting scared again. I did something wrong and I was about to find out what it was while in the most vulnerable position I could think of at the time. Suddenly I felt a finger rub roughly over my taint and then up to my nose.

“Does that smell clean to you?!” He demanded.

It smelled of a gentle musk and there’s no doubt I didn’t clean thoroughly enough down there. “No, Sir. I apologize. I guess I never thought of cleaning down there.”

Suddenly I felt 2 fingers near my butthole and I tensed up. One finger grinded roughly in between my cheeks while his pinky gently probed and twisted just inside my hole. Both fingers were brought to my nostrils one at a time. I sniffed the first finger and could clearly smell poop. Then the second finger had me retching. The poop smell was terrible and there were even some remnants on his finger. I was absolutely mortified.

“Instructor Mike, clearly I have failed and I am so sorry. Please guide me so I know how to be properly prepared for White Men.” The words just flowed out naturally. That Ball scent definitely triggered something in me; it wasn’t just the fear of clitty punishment.

He turned me around and sat me on the warm bench. I looked up at him as his flaccid cock swung inches from my face. As he washed his dirty fingers.

“Because you’ve been a good girl and you are still very young, I will be lenient and not punish you. Aside from the 3 critical areas I highlighted, the rest of your body was cleaned perfectly. Now you will have the honor of cleaning me from head to toe, and I’ll tell you how to do it right. Start with my hair.”

Nothing unusual here. He traded places and I grabbed the removable shower head. I began shampooing, rinsing, conditioning, rinsing, using a beard wash on his beard and face, rinsing, conditioning the beard, rinsing. I really liked this. I felt like Instructor Mike was placing his trust in me and I enjoyed the responsibility, even if it seemed mundane at first.

“Was that to your liking so far, Sir?” I definitely channeled every servant I’ve seen in real life and in movies when I said that. If I am to serve White Men and need to practice being servile in all things. These thoughts occurred to me in the shower at that moment. 45 minutes ago I never would have said that or thought this way. How quickly things change.

“Yes aimee, so now soap up the shower poof and clean my body but save the pelvic region for last.”

Instructor Mike stood up from the bench and I began scrubbing all areas between his neck and waist. It reinforced how much larger he is than me when it took me so long to just get this part done. I squatted till my eyes were at Cock level and scrubbed his hairy legs, then had him lift his feet one at a time for a thorough cleaning; I even got between the toes.

“Well done so far. You can put the shower poof away as the remaining areas don’t respond well to anything abrasive. Instead, soap up your hands and use the side of one of them to clean my taint, ass, and the outside of my hole.”

I started to rub gently but he said I could be far more vigorous. I really scrubbed well and he looked and smelled completely clean.

“Excellent! Now soap up a finger and carefully clean the inner walls of my asshole after inserting it slowly.”

Ok this is getting weird. What purpose does it serve to have such a clean butthole inside? Maybe the smell is noticeable if that’s not done? Does that mean I smell bad all the time? I’m guessing no as most people don’t go through this diligent a routine. There must be some other purpose but what is it?

Once again I obeyed and cleaned out his hole. Thankfully it was mostly clean already. I was done soaping him up and now he just needed to rinse. I kicked on all of the shower heads and Mike stepped into the converging streams.

“Clean your finger thoroughly and then wash all of the soap from my body.”

I did so and then reached up to his high shoulders to start wiping off the soap lather. He moved his arms and body around to accommodate my duties. He even stood over the floor stream so that I could rinse his undercarriage properly. So much powerful flesh, so much muscle, so much hair. I yearned to feel his moist White Cock again and knew that moment would come soon.

“You are a natural. A thorough and well-done job. You have earned a gold star already.”

I was beaming at him with the knowledge that I pleased a White Man for the first time. Sure I got some compliments whenever I danced with a guy at the bar, but this was certainly different and I felt proud of myself for what I had done.

“In my class, a gold star translates into an act of submission that you will certainly enjoy, but first let’s see how well you did with your shower duties. Sit Indian-style on the floor outside the water stream with your hands flat on the floor, and your back and head against the wall then close your eyes.”

My trust in Instructor Mike was building rapidly. While the peepee punishment clearly put me in the right mindset of obedience, the praise allowed me to enjoy it and connect the act of serving White Men with deep feelings of pleasure. My mind started screaming at me to do whatever he wanted. Mike was clearly a good teacher. I assumed the desired position and closed my eyes.

Suddenly I felt flesh and weight pushing my head into the wall. Something hairy was pressed against my nose but I had no idea what it was.

“Sniff it, girl!”

I breathed in deeply Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan through my nostrils and whatever it was smelled clean, though maybe a slight hint of musk.

“Open your eyes!”

I opened them but actually couldn’t figure out where I was at first. It was dark and flesh surrounded my face. Suddenly he pulled away and I realized that’s because it had been buried between his ass cheeks and I was sniffing his hole.

“Smells clean?” he asked as he turned and dangled his cock in front of my face.

“Yes, Sir,” I said looking up from the floor. “Though there is a slight musky odor. Maybe I need to do better.”

“That’s normal, aimee. Other techniques are required to truly clean out a hole, but there is no such need and generally no desire by White Men to be so thoroughly cleansed. You, on the other hand, will learn those techniques to use on yourself.”

“Why do I need to be cleaned so thoroughly but not White Men?” I questioned. I realized his White Cock and my clitty were from 2 different worlds, but nothing seemed unusual about his rear hole.

“A training session for another day will explain this, but one step at a time, girl. Are you ready to receive your gold star?” He smiled as he looked down at me.

“Yes, Instructor Mike!” I smiled back at him.

“Hold that pretty smile, breathe in once, exhale completely, and then close your eyes again.”

My trust in this Man continued to expand. I was learning so much so quickly and Mike seemed like he genuinely liked me. As I smiled up at him I exhaled and waited. Once again, I felt flesh press against my face but this time it was more familiar, though sopping wet. My smile grew as I waited for permission to breathe again, knowing that this amazing drug would be flowing through my system again soon. I was starting to get a little light-headed as he waited a full 20 seconds.

“Inhale deeply through your nose,” he ordered.

Starving a bit for air, I breathed in hard and it hit me like a thunderbolt. The Sac was greasy with a mix of sweat and the hot water that had run down his body. The humid odor permeated my nostrils and back of my throat on its way down to my lungs. The power of White Man Balls filled me with more feelings than I could comprehend. Confusion, love, passion, adoration, subservience, and a million visions of my future.

“Thank you, Instructor Mike,” I said muffled by the mighty Sac that covered most of my face.

“Good girls get good rewards,” he stated as his wet bag was peeled from my face. The intoxicating smell bathed me as I drifted into my own mind, feeling a mix of bliss, confusing girly thoughts and most importantly a sense of safety and protection.

“I wanted you to enjoy my Man scent before you washed it off. What do you think of your gold star?”

“It was incredible and my mind is spinning, Sir,” I replied as I snapped out of the trance caused by Dominant White Man Balls.

“Looks like your peepee is quickly growing into a little dicklet,” he stated as my clitty hardened. “Do you promise to be the best little girl you can be for me for the rest of this session?”

In my current mental state, my answer was obvious. I was being sexually imprinted and was putty in Instructor Mike’s hands.

“Yes, Instructor Mike. I promise to listen, obey and be so good for you. Just tell me what to do.”

“Good girl. Now pay attention and I will explain the proper procedure for cleaning a White Cock in the shower. The first step is a soap-free pre-wash. Cup your hands to collect water and then bathe my Cock and Balls all over for about 30 seconds.”

As I dutifully washed his magnificent meat, he started to get aroused. Holy crap it’s getting big!

“Now soap up your hands and repeat the procedure.”

I started washing his balls all over. I never imagined such a procedure could require so many passes, but my tiny hands couldn’t even cover the surface area of his sac. When I wash myself there, I just need 3 up and down passes over my mound and berries and they are clean. This was gonna entail far more, and I was fascinated throughout.

“That’s a good little Ball washer. Now start cleaning every inch of my Cock. You might find a few more inches to clean by the time you finish,” he chuckled.

He wasn’t lying. I’m sure my eyes were as wide as saucers as this thick Sausage was turning into a Pole. Once again I felt that electricity in my hands as I used them both to stroke soap up and down up the powerful, throbbing flesh. It was bigger and definitely stronger than my right bicep. I stroked up and down for about 30 seconds, the huge piss slit staring me in the face as I did so.

“Good girl, aimee. You’ve cleaned your man fully. Now wrap your hands around the middle of the Shaft as if you are praying, kiss the head of my Cock, and thank me for the opportunity to clean him.”

I prayed to his Cock as instructed, craned my neck, puckered my lips, and gave the head a nice kiss. Suddenly the words came tumbling out. “Thank you for allowing me the honor of cleaning your Cock and Balls, Instructor Mike. I’m in awe of their power.”

Finally I really started relaxing. The warm, humid air in the shower was soothing me, and these new experiences basking in the authority of a White Man started to click more comfortably into place in my mind.

“Very good. Now how do you think my Balls smell now?”

“I’m sure they smell perfectly clean.”

“I think another sniff is in order for you to find out.”

As I pressed my face to his mighty sac, he gently ran his fingers through my hair. His touch felt so romantic and loving. I breathed in slowly, and although they were definitely cleaner, I could still inhale his essence. It wasn’t soap, it wasn’t the sweat from before that I washed off. Something about those balls exuded such power; the touch, smell and sight were overwhelming me still. Suddenly, he picked me up again until I was standing with my back to the wall, clitty hard as a rock, as Mike pushed his body into mine. I was feeling his Pole begin to poke into my chest as he ran his hands down my back to my ass. His grip firmed around my globes and I found myself sliding up the wall and his Cock sliding down towards my dicklet until his eyes were staring deep into my soul. Suspended in the air by this powerful White Man, his mushroom Cockhead pressing into my mound backed up by 8.5 inches of raw flesh, which I later found out was a monstrous 6.5 inches around.

His left hand slipped underneath both cheeks and he was able to support my entire body with it as the pressure of his chest against mine started to take my breath away. His right hand stroked my little head, then gripped my hair as he pulled me into my first ever real kiss. He tilted my head slightly, pressed his lips to mine and then started exploring my mouth with his tongue. His head was at least twice as big as mine and I felt completely under his power. The Dominant Hand of the White Man positioning my little head, tongue probing my mouth, his massive chest almost suffocating my tiny frame against the tile, the other Dominant Hand of the White Man groping and supporting my pathetic body as his massive Girl-Fucker pulsed against my aroused clitty.

The kiss lingered for a minute as alien sensations consumed my body and mind. How many more firsts awaited me in such a short time?

“You’re a very pretty girl,” he stated as he broke the kiss and lowered me back down to my feet. I looked up at him and smiled. Young, naive, and falling in love on my first kiss. To be fair, Instructor Mike was doing everything right to manipulate me into these feelings. This wasn’t his first little asian girl, and he knows how to properly train one. I couldn’t have been happier than at that moment.

“Did you obey me and refrain from touching your clitty?”

“Yes, Sir. It was difficult after you took me to the edge but I wanted you to be happy with me.”

“That’s a feminine tendency and I’m glad to see that it outweighed any scraps of masculinity that you were granted with your limp dicked genes. Soon you’ll be able to push all of that away and embrace the new you. Maybe another gold star is in order; what do you think?”

“Only if Instructor Mike believes I am worthy”

“Correct. What your White Master thinks is all that matters. You’ve almost earned another prize. Finish cleaning yourself properly and then come back here. Do as you’re told and good things will come your way.”

I moved to the other end of the shower and started the floor faucet. Like a bidet, warm water started shooting straight up. I soaped up my hands and cleaned my undercarriage and in between my cheeks. Finally, I began pushing a lathered finger into my hole. It was way tighter than Mike’s but eventually I got my little index up there and started cleaning my inner ring and walls as best as I could reach. I was a little more thorough as Mike mentioned that asians need sparkling clean holes with no odor while White Men don’t. I still didn’t understand at all. The concept of a cock going into my ass was literally alien to me at that age, let alone a powerful White Cock. I thought sex with women was my peepee going in their vagina while with Men it was touching and rubbing all over. I would eventually learn how off-base I was, but for now I was a clueless Indian-American boy being feminized nude in the shower of a superior White Man.

Mike seemed satisfied with my cleansing so I shut off the floor faucet and walked back to face him. He stroked my cheek and gave me another deep kiss that felt like an eternity. I then felt his powerful hands around my torso as he turned me around.

“Put your hands against the wall, and spread your legs,” he ordered. “You can writhe your body around, but your hands and feet must remain exactly where they are at all times, or your gold star will turn into a severe punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Instructor Mike,” I replied as I once again assumed a position of submission and vulnerability. My cheeks were parted by his hands and Escort Bahçeşehir I soon felt his rock hard Cock twisting slowly against my hole. He released my cheeks and slowly moved his left hand to my mouth and right hand to my hard dicklet. At first it softened up a bit from the memory of yesterday’s peepee pinch as his left index and middle fingers traced my lips before being inserted in my mouth.

He nibbled on my neck and ear and then whispered, “Suck and run your tongue over my fingers.”

The distraction of his thick, powerful fingers in my mouth and the need to concentrate on my assignment allowed me to forget about the potential for peepee pain. He pushed his digits in and out of my mouth as I sucked, licked around and in between them. He then gently started to tickle my clitty bringing it back to its full dicklet size. The rolling motion began again and I was in peepee heaven.

My body started writhing around and he said to me, “Remember to keep those hands and feet planted. You know the punishment for failure.”

“Yesh, Shir,” I mumbled over probing fingers. He pulled me closer to him with both of his occupied hands so the back of my head was pressed against his chest and with a slight bend in his knees continued to allow positioning of his Huge White Cock against my hole. It was slightly irritating to my anal flesh, but I had no fear there as I once again had no real concept of ass penetration.

My cocklet head was being rolled expertly. I was feeling so good but continued to concentrate on my hands, feet, and his fingers in my mouth. I was sure to do what I thought was a good job sucking on them, and I even started wiggling my butt as I thought the friction against his Cock would feel nice for him. In my mind, I was thinking about how girls react to gifts. How they feel so good for being thought of and appreciated, and then return the favor with a gift of their own which I guessed was usually sex-related as they get older. That’s how I felt now, though I didn’t yet know how to give him a similar gift, so I acted on instinct.

I believe my instincts were good because he let out a low moan and growl. His cocklet manipulations became more vigorous and I was getting close. He was becoming more aggressive with my anus and mouth and my body felt like it was on a cloud.

“Are you ready to cum, little Aimee?” He asked, slowing down a bit and planting some fear of a repeat from yesterday.

“Yeth, Inthructor Mike. I’m thooooo clothe!”

“Beg me to finish off your puny cocklet! Tell me what a horny girl you are!” He demanded as he maintained the same slower pace on my peepee.

“Pleathe, Thir! I want to be a guhd guhrl for you. I want to therve you. Pleathe make my peepee djibble.”

His fingers started picking up speed and my writhing returned. He could probably tell when I was cumming as my asshole started spasming against his Cock and I began sucking more greedily. I practically screamed into his fingers as I dribbled out my peepee juice onto his hand.

“Good girl! Your clitty is all wet and almost back to its proper size.” He removed the fingers from my mouth but before I could catch my breath they were replaced by the fingers of his other hand. I noticed an odd taste and texture. “Lick and suck my fingers clean.”

Oh my. He’s feeding me my cocklet dribble. I wasn’t crazy about it, but things were starting to come more into focus as Instructor Mike stated they would. I felt the urge to repay any gift from him ten fold, and licked and swallowed the small amount of sticky cream. He pulled the magic fingers from my mouth and I relaxed for a second before coming to my senses.

“Thank you for releasing my peepee juice, Instructor Mike. I’ve never felt that good in my life. I only hope that I made you feel good in some ways also.” I chose not to ask what he enjoyed and what he didn’t. I was fairly certain he would let me know over time how to please him. All I knew was this unending desire to make him happy any way I could.

He then pulled his pulsating White Cock away from my puckered hole and pushed me towards the shower stream. He rinsed and groped me all over, then quickly rinsed himself and turned off the shower.

“You may now squat, kiss the head of my Cock, thank me for touching your tiny clitty, and thank my Cock and Balls for teaching you your place in the world.”

Down I went in a flash, looking up at the man I was falling for with a happy smile. I placed my hands on the outsides of his muscular tree trunk legs and stroked them up and down slowly as my lips ached to obey his orders. His Cock was softening but still fairly stiff and large. My lips pressed directly on his piss slit, and I gave him a long peck.

“Thank you, Sir. Your powerful hands made my little peepee happier than it’s ever been. And thank you to your magnificent Big White Cock and Balls for teaching me my true nature. I understand now that I have a clitty, a dicklet, a cocklet, a peepee, and you have a real Man Cock. I’m excited and eager to learn what this means for me and how I can serve a White Master like yourself.” I’m aching to make this man happy.

“I’m so proud of my little aimee,” he looked down and said smiling. He then reached his right hand down, placed it under my cheeks, and slowly inserted his much bigger middle finger into my tight hole. I winced a bit but allowed the intrusion and then got used to it. I started feeling pressure as he began lifting me from my squatting position and plunging deeper, stretching my little hole as he pulled till I was standing before him. He then used that hand to guide me by my ass out of the shower and to the floor mat to dry off. I felt so owned and controlled, but also very confused. He was wiggling his finger around, getting my ass juice all over it. Oh I hope I cleaned it well.

He pulled the finger up to his nose. “Nice work! I barely smell anything.” He placed the fat digit under my nostrils, and while I could still smell a bit of my ass musk, it certainly wasn’t that bad at all. This was a good thing because then he slowly slid that finger to my lips and said, “Clean it!”

Still somewhat high from my clitty dribble, I licked and sucked earnestly. I tasted it at first but then it quickly just tasted like his clean finger.

“And what do you say?”

“Thank you for letting me clean my stink off your finger. I look forward to learning how to keep myself as clean as possible all over.”

“I’m very proud of you. You’ve come so far so quickly. I knew you would after we chatted online. You see, we’ve met before many times. I have trained many boys and girls at this Academy, and patterns begin emerging. I know when a boy is ready for sex with Older White Men, I know when a boy needs to act like a girl but still retain his boy peepee, and I know when a boy needs surgery to become the girl she was born to be. You are in good hands, and maybe if you please me enough you can be my girlfriend.”

I threw my arms around him and hugged with all of my miniscule might, resting my head on his chest. “Thank you, Instructor Mike.”

He put his strong arms around me and hugged me back with his powerful body.

“You’re a very good little girl and I’m going to enjoy training you. Your next lesson is that the manner in which you touch me, including hugs, is completely on my terms,” he said as he pushed me away gently and looked down into my innocent eyes. “If I give you an affectionate hug, it will be because you earned it, and then you may enjoy the pleasures of my physical protection and manly chest. For now, the proper way for you to thank me is on your knees, your hands clasped together in prayer with my cock between them. You may then plant 10 little kisses on my Big White Cockhead and Balls. Because you have been so obedient, I am allowing you that honor instead of a single kiss to the Cockhead. However, you may NOT use that opportunity to sniff my Balls as I don’t want you to use thanks as an excuse for a gift you may not have earned. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said as I lowered myself onto my knees before him, prayed to his Big White Cock, and then began planting kisses all over. “I now understand the proper way to thank you, and though I may not understand why you desire it this way, the fact that you do is reason enough for me.” This puppy love had me swooning and offering myself to this Man on a platter. I somehow resisted the drug of Big White Hairy Man Balls as I finished delivering my submissive message of gratitude.

With his Cock still resting on my lips as I strained my neck to look up at him, he lifted me up again by my armpits till I was standing and then possessively gripped my ass.

“The next door on the left as you exit is the ‘girls’ room’. Here you will find a list of instructions that will change daily, so be sure to read them in full. I’m going to head downstairs and make a drink. I expect you down in 10 minutes at exactly 3 PM. Chop, chop!” he said as he smacked my ass to coax me along.

OMG! It’s only 2:50?! School got out at 2:00 and got here like 10 minutes later. My whole world changed in only 40 minutes and this train was moving steadily along to the next stop.

I enter the girls’ room and I’m so excited to read the note but first I’m taken aback by the decor. It looks like a pre-teen girl motif with pink, hearts,and stuffed animals everywhere, but with posters on the wall with nude White Men groping all types of asian boys, sissies, and trans girls. I took a moment to examine the White Cocks all over the wall, but knew that I’d better hurry. The next lesson begins soon.

“Downstairs as he mixed a couple of drinks, Mike was likely calling himself a hero of self-restraint for not plunging his Mushroom-Headed White Weapon into my tiny hole in the shower. He was a pervert but he was not a rapist. He was gonna take this slow till this little brown faggot was begging for Big White Cock Loads multiple times a day. First though, he definitely needed relief after that total clit-boy emasculation session, but the question is will he use his new girl so quickly? Is she ready? Does he want to keep her innocence around a little longer? Can he hold out any longer from taking it away? 2:55 PM. He sips his bourbon on the rocks and waits patiently with a devilish grin on his face.”

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It was very hot on a summers day, me and my little bro(james) who’s 16, 1 year
younger them me was sweaty buckes in our bed room. It was so hot then when it came night time the whole street had a blackout. Me(david) and my brother james stayed in our room just laying on the beds. My brother is 5ft 11 , slim, 6 pack, blue eyes, blond hair. I on the other hand was also 5ft 11, brown eyes, brown hair, average weight. me and my bro share everything together apart from 1 big secret(he don’t know I’m bi). However, on this very dark night, I hear something happening on my brothers bed, yep u got it, he was wanking, he must of thought I left the room to find out what’s going on. I just layed there in my bed and I could hear my brother moan. I just wanted to cough, but suddenly the power came back and he saw me laying on me bed, james panicked and put his dick away and ran away from the bedroom crying, james locked himself in the bathroom,.

James, I said u alright buddy,
GO AWAY, he shouted

I started to walk away from the bathroom and went down stairs to make him a nice cold drink. After 3 hours james eventually came out of the bathroom and went straight to sleep. Around 12 o clock an hour after james went to sleep I decided to go to bed to my supprise james was sobbing in Taksim Escort his sleep, I decided to do what all brothers should do and that was to comfort him whilst he sleeped.
James eventually started to snore so I knew he was fine, so at that point I decided to go to bed.

The next morning:

James must of got up early because when I was awake at 11am, he was already up washed and changed and eating his breakfeast.

Morning james I said as I walked past the couch,

Morning david, he replied.

After we said our greetings james asked if he could have a talk in private, I said sure meet me in our room.
I walked up stairs wondering what was going through his head, is he scared of something, was it what he done, who knows, time would only tell.

20 minutes later james walked into the bedroom and told me not to laugh, I promised I wouldn’t, james then continued to tell me that he was having feelings about boys and same for girls, I was gob smacked that he was the same as me and that was bi. I just staired at me. As I was staring at him he tried saying sorry for about last night.

S-s-sorry about last night bro, a straight perason, I interupted him and said, its fine we all do it, then it hit me,
Hang on, did u just say straight?

Yes, Taksim Escort Bayan ur straight and u shouldn’t of seen me do it, I much an idiot he said, he began to cry.

I felt so quilty that I just grabbed him and hugged him and whispered in his ear. I’m not straight mate, I like boys and girls too.
He pulled away, what? He said,
I like boys and girls too I replied.

So,so,so when I was wanking u was watching?

That question, knocked the wind out of me all I could do was just nod.
He began to laugh, and put me on the spot again,

So who do u like, I just froze, as I never tasted boys before and I couldn’t think of a reply.
Sorry, james said, u don’t wanna say that’s fine.
I just smiled at him, he smiled back which sent shivers down my spine, because his smile could knock anyone out.
Then all of a sudden my bro mumbled I wish my first was with u.
I couldn’t catch all of that so I said what?
He repeated what he said.
I just froze again, I managed to get
words and said u want me?
He blushed and nodded yes.
I started to strip, my brother did the same.
He dick was 6inchs and a perfect size for me, mine was 6inchs 3

I got on my knees and began playing with james cock, he just froze because he’d never Escort Taksim of expected me to suck him straight away, with his dick in my mouth I felt it getting harder so I began to suck it, james with so much excietment began to moan, this made me go faster, his moans began to get faster, whilst I was sucking him, I grabbed my bros ass to keep me stable, my bro just stood there and took it all.

I’m gonna cum, james said. Please stop,

I began sucking faster and faster, I knew james was about to orgasm and blow his load, so I took his dick and began to deep throat it and all of a sudden I heard james shout OMG YES AHHHHHHHH, whislt he blew his load in my mouth, he was 6 shots of nice sweat cum, I managed to sollow, I kept him dick in my mouth because I loved the feeling but after 5 minutes james pulled out and, kissed me and said thanks but not to tell anyone about this,
I promised I wouldn’t
James replied its ur turn next time.

I just laid there amazed how sexy my bro is and how wonderfull it felt to have him cum in my mouth.

This was my first ever one, sorry it took so long to get into it, I hope u enjoyed it I got some ideas for the next lot but I am open for suggestions so comment ur suggestions and ideas and I will read them and follow them, any nasty comments will just be ignored so don’t waste ur time writing it because it won’t be read, thanks for reading my story, hope u liked it and I’m looking forward to reading ur comments in the box below

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Prologue

My heart pounded with anticipation. Excitement, nervousness and pride built with every step as I walked through the gold-trimmed plate-glass doors of the West Coast offices of Jacoby, Anderson and Cartwright. I was now the newest employee of this corporate giant. It was the opportunity I had prepared for. It was the break I had dreamed of. I somehow knew that walking through these doors today would change my life, but I had no idea by how much and how quickly.

“46 please,” I said confidently as I stepped into the crowded mirror-walled elevator with employees hurrying to get to their cubicles on time. Most were already busy at work, checking calendars and emails on their smart phones. After several stops, the doors opened with the sound of a chime marking the arrival of my floor and the first day of the rest of my life. I took a deep breath and stepped out.

I walked down the long plush hallway past several executive offices with lavish mahogany furniture and large windows overlooking spectacular views of the city. Secretaries in front of each office looked as if they had been chosen from New York modeling agencies, each already busy with their urgent morning routines. Most smiled back, some with winks as I offered polite “good mornings.” I couldn’t help thinking that I’m going to like it here.

The beauty of the serene lavish professional surroundings was interrupted by the sound of a man yelling as I moved closer to the office of my new boss, Sylvia Hernandez. I heard a door slam and the yelling stopped. I turned the corner at the end of the long hallway. I saw a short balding man stomp his way in the opposite direction, duck into an office two doors down and slam the door. I stopped at my boss’ door and double-checked the nameplate: “Sylvia Hernandez.” Ms. Hernandez was well known inside and outside the company for her innovative work. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came the voice on the other side.

I opened the door and stepped in.

“Hi Carl. Welcome aboard,” she said. Her smile and welcome were genuine as she stood, stepped out from behind her desk to shake my hand. She was professional, but it was also apparent she was shaken and had been crying. Her veiled attempts to hide it were unsuccessful.

“Thank you Ms. Hernandez. Thank you for the opportunity. I look forward to getting started.” After a brief pause, I dared to ask, “Is everything OK?”

“Close the door please,” she asked as she returned to her chair behind her desk.

I closed the door, and pointing to the chair next to her desk asked, “may I?”

“Yes, of course,” she said. “I’m sorry,” she offered, “its been a bad morning, but I don’t want that to take away from your first day.”

“Not at all,” I answered. “Anything I can do to help.”

“Thank you for asking. It’s nothing you can do,” she said.

“I’d like to if I can,” I said reassuringly. “When you hired me you said you needed a right hand person to help handle the growing enormity of this division. You wanted open communication and absolute trust as necessary to take this to the next level. This sounds like the perfect time to set that bar. You can trust me, Ms. Hernandez. I am here to make your life better.”

“You’re right,” she said, with her confident voice uncharacteristically cracking with emotion. “Sometimes it’s hard to trust. I do need someone I can trust completely here Carl. You so much as think about breaking confidence, you’re gone. I hired you, because I believe great things can happen.”

The brief pregnant pause turned magical as our eyes locked with a bond of trust. We both made decisions in that moment that whatever was ahead, we would face it as committed colleagues, if not more.

“You can trust me,” I said breaking the silence with a confident tender tone.

She looked up and down at me, assessing the moment. She saw her new six two, 28-year-old blond, rugged athletic assistant staring back at her with honest translucent blue eyes. “You look older than 28,” she said, changing the subject. “More like 35.”

“I do a lot of outdoor extreme sports and have had some tough life experiences,” I answered back. “You look younger than 32,” I complimented back. The truth was Ms. Hernandez looked like she couldn’t be more than 26. She had large brown eyes, flowing black hair that fell down past her shoulders, and beautiful olive Latin skin. She was a tall slender 5’8″ dressed professionally in a red suit coat, starched white blouse and matching red skirt that fell to just above her knees. Her suit coat was open, with her button blouse exposed at the top, to show off her large round 36D distractions. Her long bare legs poured into bright fire engine red two-inch stilettos. It was clear Sylvia knew how to dress with the highest professionalism while at the same time, to command attention. Sylvia had my utmost professional respect, and whether right or wrong, had my admiration for her beauty. I came to a fleeting conclusion she probably knew how to command a boardroom and a Kadıköy Escort bedroom. My imagination couldn’t resist running into both.

“You know how to score points early,” she said, allowing a small vulnerable smile to break through for the first time in the conversation. “OK, all cards on the table from this point on in our working relationship. Complete trust, no secrets, no blindsides.”

“There is no other way I would rather have it. Hiring me is the best decision you will make for you and this company, Ms. Hernandez,” I said confidently. “You can count on me.”

“OK, then,” she said with some relief. “This day is already turning around. Here is the deal Carl, JAC is a great company to work for. You will find people here to be hard working, committed, friendly, and cooperative like a strong team. The same is expected of you.”

“That’s one of the reasons I wanted to work here, and for you,” I answered.

“One exception in my experience here is my boss, Clyde Claud. We were both hired into this division seven years ago and have been making our way through the company. Last year a job opened up that we both competed for. For whatever reason, and I have my suspicions, he was selected, and became my boss. He is an arrogant, selfish, chauvinist who tries to use his power to take advantage of others.”

“You sound bitter.”

“Not about the job. I’m all good with corporate competition where the best man or woman wins. What I can’t stand is his constant inappropriate sexual advances. He has been hitting on me since day one. Relentless. He can’t take no for an answer. His advances are completely inappropriate and degrading. For the last year he has ratcheted it up, harassing me, trying to use his power to force sexual favors. He’s done it with others. Some have given in, only to see he has no intention to use his influence to help them, only to help himself to them. He brashly asks why he would promote people out of positions where he has sexual access to them. There are even rumors he has videos he uses to blackmail women to keep them serving him, and from blowing the whistle.”

“That’s awful,” I said incensed.

“He routinely puts me in situations where if I do not oblige to his advances, he says he will give me poor reviews to his supervisors to make sure I am never promoted again. I have no doubt he would and does. I refuse to give in to him.”

“What he’s doing is so wrong on many different levels,” I said sympathetically. “I have dealt with jerks like that. Is that what happened this morning?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “More brashly than ever. I think he’s threatened by my recent success in this division, spoiling his attempts to sabotage my advancement. I’m not worried, because I will never give into him, but his behavior is humiliating.”

“Well, I’ve got your back now.”

“Look Carl, this isn’t your fight…”

“Yes it is, Ms. Hernandez. With all due respect, if it is your fight, it is mine. Plus, I have no patience for jerks like that. I’ll find a way take care of it.”

I could tell Ms. Hernandez felt some relief and admiration for my boldness on her behalf.

“I think I might like having you around Carl,” she said with an admiring smile. She relaxed back into her chair and looked up and down my physique again. “I don’t know how you would do it, but if you find a way to,” (putting her fingers up as parenthesis) “‘take care of it,'” there would be benefits for you in this job that go far beyond anything our personnel manual can offer.” She smiled with conviction and promise while crossing her legs in an almost seductive way.

Her words painted the room with a magical intensity.

“I didn’t know there were benefits available outside of policy?” I innocently asked, pushing for clarity.

“There are always benefits in any deal beyond the obvious, Carl,” she answered as a mentor and with daring promise. “You will learn that.”

Not afraid to miss an opportunity on my first day, I asked, “and, with this?”

“He has been the bane of my existence here for seven years, and I have yet to find a way to exterminate him. You find a way to rid this annoyance, and I will do anything you ask – within my power, of course.”

“There’s a lot of energy in that promise, Ms. Hernandez.”

“Yes there is, and you can take it to the bank Carl. As for me, you name it, and if it is in my personal power to deliver, I will not hesitate.” Sylvia uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to make her point. “Anything.” Sylvia’s meaning included an unapologetic sexual innuendo. “For that matter, I know I’m not alone. Every woman on this floor would be grateful. And please Carl, when meeting privately, call me Sylvia.”

“Ok,” I said surprised by her resolve. “Jerks like this are a blight to men everywhere. I would gladly find a way to take care of it without this promise. With that said, your promise makes me wonder what exactly ‘anything’ means.”

Sylvia locked her eyes onto mine with steely confident assertion. “If it is Kadıköy Escort Bayan within my power Carl,” offering an inviting smile, “the only limit to ‘anything’ is your imagination.”

She delivered a bold unwavering promise, a bold unwavering invitation.

Chapter One

“Enough of that.” Sylvia turned her chair and swung her long legs back under her desk. “Let’s get to work on something we can get done.” She picked up a folder filled with projects in anticipation of my first day. “Let me bring you up to speed on the most pressing work I need you to give attention to.

“Sounds good,” I said.

Sylvia had just begun to orient me to the most urgent work when a brash voice interrupted through the phone intercom system. I recognized it as the same voice that was yelling as I came in.

“Hernandez, I’m still waiting for that report. Where the hell is it?”

“Ah, I…” Sylvia began to respond, but was interrupted.

“I don’t have all day Chica. Either deliver the report on my desk immediately, or get on your knees under it and make yourself really useful. If I don’t get one or the other, your days are numbered.”

Sylvia’s face turned red with embarrassment. It is one thing to take this abuse alone, it’s another being humiliated in front of a new employee. Her eyes welled up with tears. She was speechless.

Claud knew his verbal assault through the intercom was landing as direct hits. Sylvia’s silence shouted uncharacteristic feelings of vulnerability. He launched another attack. “The option is yours. Either move your Latin ass and deliver the report, or come bend it over my desk, otherwise I will find a way to fire it by the end of the week.” Sylvia squirmed behind her desk.

My mind raced in shock at the exploitation I was hearing. Anger flowed through my veins. I quickly grabbed a pen from her desk and scribbled a note on the back of the paper I was holding: “Tell him to come and get it.”

Sylvia read it and shook her head “no,” mouthing the word with her lips.

I looked her in her big brown eyes and whispered back. “Do you trust me or not? Tell him to come and get it.”

Flustered, desperate and at a loss for words, Sylvia sheepishly answered, “Come and get it.”

“What?!” he yelled back. “What did you say?”

I gave her a reassuring look and mouthed the words: “Come and get it.”

“Come and get it,” she offered with a stronger voice. “If you want it, come and get it.”

“If I come back down there,” he yelled back, “the report is the least of what I getting from you, or you are history.”

Sylvia looked concerned. I reached over and pushed the speaker button to hang up on the conversation.

“You hung up on him!” she said with surprised fear in her voice. “No one does that to Claud. He is going to going to be livid and unleash his venom.”

A plan began to form in my mind. “It’s OK Sylvia. I’ve got this.”

The door to her office immediately flew open without a knock. The small man bolted through with a tirade of explicatives. Sylvia and I both immediately stood up out of natural reaction. He paused when he saw me. “Get rid of this loser. Break is over. You and I have personal business to attend to.

I took control by calmly putting my hand out for a handshake. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we have properly met,” I offered in a calm voice.

“Get lost,” he said. “I’m sure you have somewhere else you are supposed to be. I have a meeting with my employee.”

“My name is Scott Anderson,” I said, retaining my calm voice. Sylvia’s eyes opened wide, and cocked her head inquisitively. I could see the wheels of her mind turning, with her eyes desperately asking, “What are you doing? Your name isn’t Scott Anderson?”

“I don’t care who the hell you are,” Claud said continuing his rant. “I told you to beat it. Why are you are still here? Now get the hell…”

I boldly dared to interrupt his little tantrum. “Scott Anderson, Chief Operating Officer of Jacoby, Anderson and Cartwright. I flew in from the corporate office in Chicago this morning to check on operations here. I especially wanted to meet Ms. Hernandez to personally discuss her excellent work and recent successes. And your name is?”

I had taken the risk that Claud had never met the company’s executive officers. His face went sheet-white and his jaw dropped in shock. It was obvious he hadn’t. “Claud,” he whimpered. “Clyde Claud. I, I’m Ms. Hernandez supervisor.”

“Well, Mr. Claud, you don’t have a meeting with Ms. Hernandez here. I have a meeting with you in your office, right now.”

“Ye, yes sir,” he said. “Right this way.” Claud slithered out of Sylvia’s office in a way she had never seen him. I followed him out the door, looking back only to briefly offer a smile and a wink to Sylvia. She stood stunned and speechless.

Claud slunk behind his desk. I closed the door to his office behind me.

“Mr. Anderson, I can explain…” he began to stammer.

I put my hand up authoritatively. “You have done enough Escort Kadıköy talking Mr. Claud. How long have you worked for our company?” I asked assertively.

“Seven years, sir.”

“Seven years. Have you read our personnel and management manuals Mr. Claud?”

“Yes sir, I have,” he quickly responded.

The content of the manuals were fresh in my mind having read them in preparation for my first day. I continued with my charade. “I wrote those manuals, Mr. Claud. I spared no effort to communicate the culture that defines this fine company. I took great care particularly regarding the respect we afford all people inside and outside our firm. Does any of that sound familiar to you Mr. Claud?”

“Yes sir,” he offered sheepishly. “And I…”

“Have arrogantly treated your finest employee in exactly the opposite manner, unleashing a tirade of sexual harassment at a level I have never heard in all my corporate experience.”

Claud was silenced.

“I have zero tolerance for this kind of outright harassment and disrespect, even when it comes from someone trying to overcompensate for their size — and I imagine that to be true in every measurement of you as a man, Mr. Claud.”

Claud wanted to climb under a rock.

“From your tirade over the intercom to Ms. Hernandez, I gather you like to give your employees options. Because I had a good flight in this morning, and am by nature a kind and generous man, Mr. Claud, not like yourself, I want to offer you two choices. Your first choice is to be fired immediately. I have already called corporate security and they are on their way to secure your office, box up your personal possessions and ship them to you.

“What is my second option,” he said almost in tears.

“Your second option is generous, Mr. Claud. I will allow you ten minutes to accomplish three tasks. The first is to write a brief, succinct letter of resignation to the company, effectively immediately. You are to recommend Ms. Hernandez as the obvious choice to succeed you in this position due to her outstanding work and success for the company. The second task is to write a letter of apology to Ms. Hernandez for the sexual harassment you have assaulted her and others in this company throughout the seven years of your employment. You will indicate it was completely inappropriate and should not be allowed to work for this company again. I will ensure Ms. Hernandez will keep this letter private, unless you ever attempt to be hired by or take any action against this company. On the upside, if you choose this option, then my official position will be that you and I have never had this conversation nor have I witnessed your heinous actions today. Your supervisors will not know of it, allowing for you to access them as references for your future employment searches.

“What then is my third task?”

“Whatever remaining time you have after writing these two letters, Mr. Claud, you will have to collect your personal possessions and leave the building.”

Clyde swallowed deeply.

“What is your choice, Mr. Claud?” I asked firmly. “Any delay in an answer will result in your immediate firing.”

“The second option,” Clyde said, visibly shaken.

“You have ten minutes, Mr. Claud. Starting now. Not a second more.”

Claud immediately began pecking his keyboard to craft a simple letter of resignation. His strong recommendation in the letter for Ms. Hernandez to succeed him was laced with flowery compliments. Tears began to flow down his cheeks. Within two minutes the letter poured out of the printer adjacent to his desk. I handed him a pen. “Sign it.” He slid the signed letter across his desk toward me. He immediately went to work crafting a letter of remorse outlining his flagrant sexual harassment unleashed on Sylvia and other women throughout the office. He acknowledged the unethical inappropriateness of his actions and politely closed the letter by wishing her the best in her career. Again, the printer hummed with accomplishment. He signed the letter without being asked.

“You have four minutes to clear your personal belongings Mr. Claud. Please don’t feel any need to take all that time.”

Claud quickly emptied his personal belongings into his briefcase and walked toward the door.

“May I have your keys and identification access card please?”

Claud reached into his pockets and handed me the items in defeat.

“Now, Mr. Claud, for your sake and for the possibility of future references by your supervisors, we have never had this conversation. Your supervisors will only know that you chose to resign for your own reasons, according to your letter. If you ever attempt to step foot on company property or speak of this conversation, I will launch the fiercest of legal assaults for sexual harassment that will crush you. I promise you it will not only lead to huge damages that will bankrupt you and your family, but will bring criminal charges that will land you in prison – where the practices of sexual harassment have been perfected by fellow inmates. Do we have an understanding, Mr. Claud?”

“Yes, Mr. Anderson. I’m, I’m so sorry. Please communicate my genuine regret to Ms. Hernandez.” Clyde Claud walked out of the offices of Jacoby, Anderson and Cartwright for the last time, and never looked back.

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I couldn’t believe that I was looking at the inside of a jail cell. It all seemed so, well blasé, foreign to me. I had been one of the premiere thieves of my time.

Yet, I ‘d made one of the biggest mistakes in the business. I had gone and fallen in love. Don’t ask me how or why I did such a thing, I don’t really know. It just happened that way. That was all that there was too it.

He was beautiful, fully sculpted. Tight pectorals and abdomen, a bright smile that would win over any girl, however the only problem was that he was covered from head to toes in a blue suit and a cap…. The worst thing of all had happened, I had fallen in love with a Bobby…

I sit here writing in my prison assigned Notebook, staring out through barred in windows, and every one in a while looking back over through the sheets of paper that are laid out before me.

I was young when I first started on the job. Being eighteen and fresh out of high school with no money to carry me off to my intercollegiate dreams didn’t help much either. My folks had been too poor to lift me through the way that most parents are supposed to do, so my brothers and I never really got the idea of going to college, or having very much money.

The problem with never having that much money is that you always seem to want Kemer Escort more of it.

It didn’t start as a career move for me, the first thing that I actually did was to go into my high school and manage to jimmy open the locks so that I could get in… I needed to change some of my grades, so perhaps there was a chance in hell that I’d be able to I used a paper clip.

It was surprising the first time that I heard the turning of the tumblers and could hear as each one clicked into place and let me gain access.

I clicked on my penlight as the door slid open and carefully walked my way into the office. The light was blindingly bright in that little office and I supposed that perhaps there might have been a way that I could of advertised where I was and what I was trying to do, just a little better, I don’t know.

Yet as I started to rifle through the file folders that held my material as well as several other students, I was perturbed to realize that a light was going to come on and that someone was going to see me.

“Hold it right there! Don’t move or I will shoot you…”

I smiled as I remembered the voice, part of me wanted to strike up a conversation with Bobby Manning, jock on the football team and, apparently, a part-time security guard at the school.

“Turn Escort Kemer around slowly. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

I held my hands as he’d asked, and turned until I was facing him. “Hey Bernard, how’s it going?”

His face dropped as he looked at me and realized exactly who I was.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” He’d asked me suspiciously.

I smiled as sweetly as I possible could. “Well you know I kind of forgot my books and I was trying to see if I could come back in and get them.”

There was a slight smile on his face as he considered my words, but then his eyes fell onto the opened filing cabinet and all of the animosity that had been there, returned. “You move a muscle and I’ll shoot you…” He told me, malice in his voice.

Part of me wanted to see if he was joking or not, so I carefully placed my hand at my top and slowly, ever so slowly as to not arouse suspicion, I began to unzip my pullover and drop it down to the floor.

“What are you doing?” He asked me suspiciously as I began to start to undress myself in front of him.

“I want you to know that I don’t have any weaponry on me.” My shirt dropped to the floor and I started to work on my bra next, undoing the clasp in matter of seconds, and letting Kemer Escort Bayan it fall to the floor as well.

“What are you doing?” His voice was wavering, unsure.

“Why I’m giving you a strip search, isn’t that what you asked for?” I smiled at him as my fingers unfastened the clasp of my jeans and I let them drop to the floor. My white panties were soaked and I was positive that he could probably smell me all the way from there. I dropped these as well and then started to play with myself, at that time ,my guard became rather disinterested in me, and he too began to fumble for his pants.

They came down with a “foop” and in moments, I could see his straining member, as he tried to undo his underwear for me. .

I bent down and crawled towards him in that submissive way that most men like, my pants riding even lower and threatening to come off. In moments I kicked them off, and stood bottomless for him. “Take me if you want.”

He smiled at me, unsure if I was really going to let him, I could feel his cock questioningly probing me as he suddenly slid into m, and we made love.

It really wasn’t all that great for me, he was far too small, and in the next moment, before I could even, really get into it, he came. I felt him as he pulled out of me, and I pulled my pants up smugly, while I watched him try to pull his back up as well.

“You do realize that you’re still under arrest, you know?” He jerked his pants up, and I looked at him startled as he placed a pair of handcuffs on me.

Love was not to be.

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*********

Andy sat in her office quickly scanning through security footage. Every once and a while, an employee would peek their head in asking questions about the menu or whether or not a coupon could be used. She jumped each time someone opened the door, but honestly, there hadn’t been much to jump about the past few days- footage wise. She made sure to schedule Jack and Eliza together on as many closing shifts as possible, but it seemed that fate, and other events, had made their recent shifts fairly PG-13, and her anticipating wetness was left unsatisfied for the 3rd day in a row. Her feet were up the chair, knees up as her long flowy skirt draped open. Her left hand reaching around her ass to feel her wetness, pushing her fingers under her panties, as her other hand played with the mouse. She scrolled through more and more hours of digital footage, hoping to find what she had witnessed before – Jack and Eliza absolutely going to town on each other until they couldn’t help it any more.

There was a quick tap on the door. Andy quickly pulled her hand out from under her dress.

“Hey boss, do you have a minute?”

It was Eliza. Did she have a knowing look on her face, or was Andy imagining things? Regardless, she looked great tonight, and seeing her face made Andy’s panties a little wetter. Eliza eyes were piercing as she looked in on Andy and she bit down on the bottom of her lip as she half smiled.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about the recent Monday bar shift opening up,” she inquired. “Alex just told me she wasn’t going to be working them anymore, and I was wondering if I could take over for her.” She added, “You know I’d put on a good… show.”

“You know, I was just looking over who had been here the longest, and I think you deserve that bar shift,” Andy smiled, “congratulations, you start tomorrow!”

***********

It had been a crazy week. 3 big parties, 1 really good Sunday football game and a bachelor party that required all of my attention until well after closing time. Eliza had been working, it seemed, almost every night with me, and the flirting was just about as much as it could be, but for some reason or another we were always too busy or tired at the end of each night to continue our little charade. The week slipped by quickly and it wasn’t until late Sunday night that I checked the schedule for the upcoming week.

“Hey, Andy! Is Eliza bartending on Mondays now?” I yelled back to the office.

“As a matter of fact she is,” Andy replied coming from behind the office door. “I think she’s been here long enough, is responsible enough, and honestly, has the looks to bring in a good crowd on a night were we’ve been lacking.”

She said quickly as if I would need some convincing as she placed her hand on her hip, leaning to one side; her usual flowing skirt shifting with the movement.

“Hey,” I countered, “I never said I was against it. I just wanted to know why I was on the schedule too.”

“Well, her shift’s on a Monday. The kitchen staff leaves at midnight those nights and I don’t really want Eliza here too late by herself. You’re not on the schedule to work so much as to mentor; and I’ll pay for your drinks and a cab home she added. She just needs some advice her first night… and company…

“Yeah, ok.”

I tried to sound nonchalant about, but in reality I could feel my pants getting tighter. A day hadn’t gone by without me thinking about Eliza riding me while Buca Escort I held her in the middle of the bar; slowly lifting her up and down my shaft.

The next day came and I awoke in the middle of some wild dreams. Not surprisingly, they were intertwined with Eliza, Andy and Cora (the model who came in every once and a while) all sitting on the other side of the bar from me, teasing me, while caressing each other and staring deeply into my eyes.

I took my free, no work, afternoon to go to the gym, swimming as many laps as I could before my mind began to wonder and my bathing suit began to get inappropriate as I thought about Eliza’s tits underneath a tank top, no bra and her perky nipples poking through – Me with my hands creeping underneath as I kissed her neck. I dressed quickly, and headed out the door, guessing what she would be wearing tonight. The bartenders at our bar didn’t dress over-the-top, but I was hoping she might up the ante tonight.

I drove into work in my old truck hoping that some, if any of my dreams would come true that night. Eliza and I were over the first night of being awkward, but that didn’t mean anything. Recently, the bar had been so busy, nothing could have happened even if she was still up for it. Tonight, it seemed, was no different. The bar was packed, and I barely found a place towards the corner of the bar. Catching Eliza’s attention, I called her over.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I am. Kinda been hectic, but nothing I can’t handle,” she said, winking at me. Her eyeliner was a perfect contrast to her piercing eyes. “Andy said to get you a couple drinks tonight on her, can I make you something?- Scratch that,” she said interrupting herself, “Don’t talk, I’ll make you something good.”

She came back with a Manhattan, pretty classy, made with my favorite bourbon- and didn’t hesitate to bend, deeply, behind the bar, unnecessary grabbing a straw (and showing off her cleavage) before she handed the drink to me.

She was wearing a tight plaid, button-up shirt, with a few buttons perfectly unbuttoned. Her tits were so perky, I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not, but I was hoping to find out. I guess she had caught me checking out Andy’s flowy skirts, as it looked like she was wearing one-thigh length and white. Her outfit wasn’t over the top sex, but it was subtle and she looked amazing in it. I could tell the other guys at the bar thought so too. No one could take their eyes off of her.

She was playing the crowd well all night; making sure to give everyone just the right amount of attention. I was impressed with how comfortable she looked back there, and I’m sure she was making an amazing amount of tips.

She didn’t pay me much attention during the busy parts of the night, but always managed to keep my drink from becoming too empty. At about midnight the main crowd moved on for the night, as it was a Monday, and Eliza sauntered down to my side of the bar.

“I need your help,” she smiled, playing with a button on her shirt. “Can you come look at the computer?”

“Sure,” I said, getting up. I walked the length of the bar and ducked under the entrance to where the computer stood. Eliza scooted herself right behind me wrapping her hands around my stomach and leaned in close.

“Pretend to do something on the computer,” she half whispered, half moaned.

Her hands swiftly undid my belt as she dropped to her knees behind the counter pulling my jeans down Escort Buca with her. Grabbing my, now, very hard dick, she took it into her mouth. I was shocked. We had obviously gone further than this, but not with people still sitting at the bar.

Without much else to do with my hands, I pretended to press buttons on the computer, trying with every inch of self control not to show too much pleasure on my face as Eliza moved her mouth up and down my shaft from underneath the bar, going deeper with each pump.

A few patrons looked my way, but when they didn’t see Eliza, they paid me no attention.

Her warm mouth felt so good around my dick as she moved up and down my hardness, but as quickly as she started, she stopped. I looked down, still pressing fake buttons on the POS, and motioned my protest. Without a word, she pressed my dick firmly against my stomach, pulled my jeans up and redid my button and belt concealing my still throbbing shaft.

Getting up, she smiled and whispered in my ear, “I just wanted to make up for the fact I’ve been ignoring you most of the night. I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about you.”

She winked and walked off toward a patron with an empty glass. I carefully ducked back under the bar, dick still hard, and went back to my seat full of a yearning to be inside her wet pussy.

Taking a large swig of my drink, I watched Eliza filling up a beer from the tap, back turned to the rest of the patrons, as she slid her fingers in between the buttons of her shirt for only me to see, squeezing her tit softly. The public show was turning me on more that I could handle, but I was not about to complain.

The night continued with us flirting back and forth, our usual banter with patrons nearby and Eliza seemed to have done really well for her first bar shift. The last guest had just closed out and headed out the door. I followed the patron and locked the door behind, turning around to see what Eliza was doing. Her back was to me as she reached for one of the top shelves, exposing the bottom tip of her back tattoo; my mind flashed back to it spread out in front of me as I penetrated her from behind.

She got what she needed from the shelf, a bottle of tequila and some shot glasses and set them down on the bar.

“I need a drink after tonight,” she sighed, slipping a few of her tip bills into the register. “Take a shot with me?”

“Not until you apologize for torturing me earlier, I smiled back at her.”

“How about I let you take a body shot off of me,” she said, pouring the tequila shots out.

“We’ll see if that makes up for leaving me hanging.”

She rounded the bar bringing the shots and some salt out with her, the lime already in between her lips. She set each shot in front of us. Holding onto the salt with one hand, she stared at me smiling. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly undid the buttons of her plaid top revealing the inside of her bare chest. Pulling her shirt aside, she exposed herself and grabbed her soft, perky breast and brought it to her mouth, licking while she stared into my eyes. She poured the salt where her tongue had just been and handed me the clear liquid.

“Cheers.”

I smiled, bending over to take her tit into my mouth, not going directly for the salt, but her hard, pink nipple instead. I lingered for a moment, biting her softly, before making my way up the slope of breast, licking the salt from her skin. I tilted the Buca Escort Bayan shot back, swallowed and leaned in for the lime. Biting hard, I took it from her mouth and spit it on the floor before returning my attention to her bare chest. I took her other nipple into her mouth, teasing it and make it as hard as the other. She had teased me earlier behind the bar and I could barely resist. Sliding her shirt over her shoulders, it dropped to the ground.

I wanted her badly and I wanted her now. The teasing and flirting had gone on all night, not to mention torturing me by sucking me for only a few moments behind the bar. I spun her around and ripped her skirt and panties down in one fluid motion, joining her shirt on the floor. Placing my hand on the top of her back, I pushed her down, just hard enough to show her I was in control and I was not fucking around. She complied and let out a quick moan as she braced herself on one of the tables before her.

I had quite the view in front of me. Her puffy, dripping pussy was peeking out from in between her legs, as she looked at me over her beautiful ass with a hint of longing in her eyes. I bent down and met her pink lips with mine as my tongue stuck out to greet her clit. I buried my face into her, as my hands pulled her closer to me, alternating my tongue from her clit to between the lips of her pussy.

I continued as her moans increased for a few minutes, tasting her wonderful and salty juices. After I got my fill, I stopped abruptly to return her cruel tease earlier in the night. I got up from behind her as she arched her back, practically pushing her wetness towards me.

“Fuck me,” she moaned; head tilted to the side, her ass still high in the air.

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me. I want it hard. I neeeed it now.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me how much you fucking need it.”

I still wasn’t over her little charade earlier, and I wanted her to play my game.

She slowly turned around, looked me in the eye and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. She brought her lips to my ear and breathed out deeply.

“I need your dick inside my wet, tight pussy right. This. Fucking. Now” she breathed into my ear as she wrapper her hands around my balls; squeezing firmly.

That was it.

I grabbed her waste and spun her around once more. This time she needed no nudge as her hands met the sides of the table in front of her. I looked down at her tattoo spread out in front of me and my rock hard dick slid into her awaiting pussy with ease. Slowly, but firmly I started pounding her from behind. My hands were placed on either side of her beautiful ass as I watched my dick penetrate her over and over; her wet lips spread around my thrusting shaft. I kept my pace consistent at first, but built my speed as I could hear her breathing quicken.

Her moans turned to screams as she grabbed my ass with her right hand forcing me harder into her. Harder and harder she pulled me as a thrust into her from behind.

“Fuck me!” she yelled. “Fuck me harder!”

I rammed her from behind as my fingers dug into her hips.

Her panting quickened with my prodding and I could hear she was close; close to what she was yearning for. Close to her release.

With a scream, her body shuttered on the table; her grip still tight on both sides. Her back arched as all the breath escaped her chest. As she orgasmed I too reached my climax; grabbing her waste, pulling her close to me, folding onto her back.

I was out of breath, still deep inside pussy, now dripping with both our juices.

In a moment of realization, I looked straight at the cameras and mouthed, “I want to fuck you” before pulling out of Eliza.

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