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Zenais weaves through oncoming cars and somehow safely arrives at the sidewalk a mere millisecond before a taxi. She, however, is completely unaware of her near brush with death. All of her energy is focused on the building in front of her. It reaches seventy stories high and her future lies on the top floor.

She straightens her back and marches into the building. A secretary points her to the elevator lobby and she joins a small mob of men and women, all dressed in business casual. The elevators arrive routinely and the mob thins out a dozen at a time. As she gets closer to the front, the crowd behind begins to push a bit more. Her unrestrained breasts press against the woman in front of her. From behind, she can feel a hard dick pushing against her short skirt.

Ding.

Zenais is pushed along with the crowd and ends up at the back of the elevator. The man who was standing behind her is now to her side. He gives her a sheepish grin. The elevator begins its ascent.

“Haven’t seen you around here before.”

Zenais blushes and turns to him as well as she can in the packed space.

“It’s my first day.”

The man’s hand drops down and cups Zenais’s ass.

“So I’m the first in the building to get a feel?”

She nods as he begins to knead and massage her behind.

“Lucky me. What floor you on?”

“Seventy.”

“Oh wow.”

“Oh wow” Zenais answers the man’s excitement with her own as his fingers slip under her skirt and against her sensitive clit.

“You’re really working with bigwigs.”

Ding.

The elevator opens on the 35th floor. Her new friend excuses himself, suggesting they catch up later. Without the distraction of a quick grope, Zenais quickly altındağ escort begins to obsess over her new job.

She’s going to be working with bigwigs. She begs herself not to mess this up.

Finally the elevator opens on the top floor. Zenais walks into a sleek lobby. A young man wearing a tight-fitting dress shirt and nothing else, greets her from behind a standing desk.

“Hello. Who are you here to see?”

“Hi. It’s my first day. Zenais Griffith. Executive relief.”

The young man beams a $10,000 smile at her.

“Of course you are. You’re gorgeous. I’ll take you to the locker room.”

The man leads her through a maze of doors and randomly painted hallways. He blathers on as they walk.

“We had Hector Louisa design the interior. He’s famous in Spain.”

He points to an open door where a woman sits in a chair with her A-line skirt bunched up at her hips. An overweight man is going to town between her legs, making sloppy, slurping noises.

“This is the break room. We discourage sex inside work areas so if you ever need relief yourself you just head in here”

He leads her to a locker room. Inside they find a well built, rugged looking man in his late twenties. He’s rubbing a woody scented oil into his body as they enter.

“This is Matthew. He’ll be your partner. Matt this is… Zen-ness?” Zenias nods, and he smiles triumphantly. Matthew offers his hand to her, but pulls it away when he notices it’s covered in oil.

“Sandalwood.” He offers “The guys love it. Makes me seem more masculine.”

The secretary chuckles and turns to leave.

“You two will be needed in the boardroom in 30 minutes.”

———————————————–

Now ankara anal yapan escort freshly showered and lathered in a vanilla scented oil, a naked Zenias follows an equally nude Matthew into Boardroom A. The room is fairly large with a projector screen set up at the front. Seven reclining chairs are set up facing it. Matthew takes his place at the back corner of the room and Zenais stands next to him.

After just a minute the boardroom door opens and four men and two women, all nude as the day they were born, walk in. They smile at the reliefs as they take their seats. Zenais can feel pricks of sweat on her forehead and her stomach begins to knot up. Matt turns to her with his gentle smile.

“Don’t worry about anything. Just do what comes naturally.”

She nods. The lights in the room dim and a nude man enters the boardroom. He’s in his fifties with a salt and pepper beard and an excellent body. He stands at the front and addresses those assembled.

“Good morning everyone. Glad to see that we all made it on time today. We’ll begin our quarterly meeting in twenty minutes. Until then,” Thomas grins at Matthew and Zenais. “Reliefs?”

Matthew strides to the front of the room. Zenais is just a half step behind. They stand before those assembled.

Zenais is shocked to see that everyone is fairly young and decent looking. Far away from her nightmares of octogenarians with cigar breath. She smiles brightly and is quickly summoned by a man in his late 30s with olive skin and dark hair.

As she approaches, he’s already stroking his uncut seven-inch dick. As soon as she’s in range he envelopes her nipple ankara escort between his lips. He works his tongue expertly as his free hand moves to the other breast. Zenais reaches for his dick and replaces his hand with hers. With his free hand he begins to gently stroke her clit.

Zenais is overwhelmed with the sudden stimulations and lets out a loud moan. It’s met with a grunt of approval as a burly, bearded man in his forties, smacks her on the ass.

“Jonas” He offers as he slides a lubed finger against her asshole.

“Zenais” She whimpers out as the man below her slips two slinger fingers inside of her pussy.

“You have a very nice ass, Zenais. Would you mind if I fucked it?” Jonas asks with a coy grin.

“Oh, I’d love it if you did.”

“Hector,” Jonas calls to the man below her “You going to fuck her with your dick or keep playing around.”

Hector releases Zenais’s nipple. “It’s called foreplay.” Hector effortlessly lifts Zenais onto his dick. She bites onto his shoulder to keep from alerting the entire building. He reclines the chair a bit, and spreads her legs with his own. Her ass is perfectly positioned for Jonas.

He slides his abnormally thick cock up Zenais’s ass to her moan of approval.

Jonas groans as Zenais takes him all in one stroke. “Jeez. I don’t think anyone’s taken me like that. How long have you worked as a relief?”

“This is my first time, if you can believe it” Zenais tells him, biting back a prideful grin.

“I can’t,” Jonas whimpers through clenched teeth.

“Me neither” Hector grunts as he fills Zenas’s pussy with his cum.

Hector’s orgasm triggers Zenais. She claws at the older man’s back as she cums hard. Whimpers and groans from over her shoulder alert her that Jonas is in the same situation.

The two men struggle to catch their breath as they withdraw themselves from her tight holes.

A woman on the other side of the room motions to Zenais. She grins to herself as she rushes over.

I think I’m going to like it here.

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Reading Notes:

1. This is the first chapter in a series imagined by Nicola, a late friend of mine. She died during the Corona Virus pandemic of 2000 — 22. She left the series to her sissy Simon(e) in her will. I recently met up with Simon(e) again, and we have decided to tweak the story and publish it in her memory

2. It is a work of fiction, which includes aspects of enforced celibacy, bdsm, lesbianism and various other fetishes, including smoking and Fem-Domme worship. If any if the above offends you, don’t waste your time reading any further.

3. Nicola was Welsh, [as is Simon(e)] and this story is set in the fictional Welsh village of Cwm Pechod. (translation: Sin Valley). Cwm should be pronounced as it is seen – as in the English word “come” but with a “w” sound instead of the “u” sound. The “ch” of Pechod is sounded as in the Scottish word “loch”. Sarah refers frequently to her daughter as “cariad” (pronounced curry ud, translation: darling/love); and Mary always calls her mother mam, in the traditional Welsh way.

4. If you’ve got this far and intend reading further, then please remember that all characters in this story are consenting adults aged 18 and above.

*****

Dr. Mary Walters looked over at the naked woman who was lying next to her in the double bed that they shared at weekends.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked, smiling mischievously.

“Of course I did. You know I love it when you dominate and punish me, and then bring me to bed to kiss it all better again,” came the reply. She pulled Mary’s face towards her, and kissed her tenderly.

“I love you, Dr Walters” she whispered.

Mary smiled at her submissive lover.

“And I love you, nurse Richardson,” she replied. “Now go and make us both a coffee, and bring it back to bed. We’ll drink it whilst we get our breath back, and then we can begin round two!”

“Yes Ma’am,” replied nurse Clarice Richardson, known to friends, colleagues and her Mistress as Cee.

As she got out of bed, Mary ran her eyes over Cee’s beautiful, curvy body, noting with pleasure that her caffè latte coloured skin was already beginning to display the angry red stripes that her cane had put across the ample bum of her sub. She had no doubt that before too long the bruising that her wooden paddle would cause would also begin to develop. As her lover crossed the bedroom to go and make the coffee, Mary also noted that Cee’s nipples were both still erect, despite having been clamped tight for the whole of their punishment playtime. Mary made a mental note to concentrate on those undoubtedly sore nipples when they’d finished their coffee.

Whilst she waited for Cee to return to bed, Mary reached onto the bedside table for her dainty Lady Churchwarden pipe. She had already packed the bowl with some of her favourite aromatic tobacco. She put the thin stem between her lips, sparked up her lighter, and puffed her pipe into life. When Cee returned bearing two mugs of delicious smelling coffee, Mary’s pipe was well alight, and her head, with its shoulder length blonde hair was enveloped in sweet smelling tobacco smoke.

Cee set the two coffee mugs down, and climbed back into bed beside her Mistress. She turned to Mary.

“May I?” she asked.

Mary passed her pipe to Cee, who took it, put it between her lips, and gave a tentative pull on the stem. She exhaled, and pulled a face, passing the pipe back to her lover.

“No,” she declared in a definite tone, “I really can’t get on with a pipe. I think I’ll stick to my cigars! After all, what self-respecting West Indian girl is going to puff on a pipe when she can buy cigars from home in the shop down the road?”

Mary smiled, but said nothing. Cee considered herself to be from Antigua, despite the fact that her mother, who was indeed from that beautiful island in the Caribbean, had given birth to her daughter in the very hospital in Cardiff where Cee now worked!

Cee lit up a small cigar, puffed on it luxuriously, and for a few moments, the two lovers lay side by side smoking and drinking their coffee, and not saying a word.

Eventually, Mary put her pipe down in the ashtray on her bedside table. She looked at Cee.

“This is very difficult, my love,” she began. “I am going to have to sell this house, and when I move, we’ll have nowhere to play or to fuck afterwards.”

Cee was an optimist as well as a submissive.

“We’ve got till next month, at least,” she replied optimistically.

“I know you have to go back home to help your mother, but you can come back to town at weekends. I’m already looking for flats that I can rent. I’m sure that everything will work its way out. After all, everyone knows that true love knows no boundaries, and I really do love you.”

“I love you too, my darling,” replied Mary, stretching over to give her lover a kiss.

The kiss lasted long enough for both women to get closer together, snuggle down in the bed and begin to explore one another’s bodies again. Round two was just beginning!

Then the abidinpaşa escort phone rang.

As medical professionals, both women knew that phone calls were never to be ignored. Sighing deeply, they disentangled themselves from one another, and Mary picked up the receiver.

“Dr Walters,” she said, looking at Cee and winking.

Cee sat up in bed, and listened, hoping against hope that her lover wasn’t going to have to leave her in bed alone to go and answer some medical emergency. Her heart leaped with joy when she heard Mary say,

“Prynhawn da, mam. Shw’ mae’r hwyl?”

Cee didn’t speak Welsh, but she’d heard the traditional Welsh greeting so often that she knew exactly what it meant. She’d even trained herself to use English sounding words to approximate the Welsh.

“Prin-how-n dar. Should-my-ur h-oil?” which she correctly took to mean,

“Good afternoon. How are things going?”

Mary was obviously speaking to her mother, so that was some cause for concern. Cee waited with bated breath until she heard the traditional “hwyl” (goodbye) spoken by Mary, who replaced the handset into the receiver, and turned to face her lover.

“Right,” she began briskly “that, as you no doubt guessed, was my mother. Do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Cee’s face fell.

“Give me the bad first,” she whispered her eyes filling with tears and her voice trembling with trepidation.

Mary took a deep breath.

“Mam’s partner had a stroke last night,” she began. “They rang for an ambulance from the surgery, but by the time it arrived, he’d gone. Mam didn’t phone last night, because she’s been trying everywhere to get a replacement.”

“Hang on a minute,” interrupted Cee. “Your mother’s partner has had a stroke, and died, and she’s phoning to get a replacement? That doesn’t sound very respectful to me!”

Mary burst into laughter.

“Not Paul, my mother’s partner you nutter!” she said, “it was Dr Campbell, my mother’s medical partner!”

Cee remembered with relief that Dr Sara Walters was the mother of her lover, Dr Mary Walters.

“I’m sorry for your mother’s loss,” she replied formally.

“It is very bad news for Dr Campbell’s family, obviously, but if that’s our bad news, I can’t wait to hear our good news!”

“Well,” Mary continued, “that isn’t our bad news, I’m afraid. Mam couldn’t get a locum for love nor money, so she spoke to Dawn Brown this morning.”

Dawn Brown was the senior officer manager in the surgery where Mary worked Cee knew.

“Mam explained the circumstances to her. Dawn already knew that I was leaving to go and join Mam’s practise. She allowed Mam to persuade her to let me go at the end of next week! A week today, and I’ll be away from here, and back in Cwm Pechod. This might well have been our last play session for a while, my love!”

Cee put on a brave face, smiled at her lover and said defiantly,

“Well if this is going to be our swansong in this bed in this house, you’d better hurry up and tell me the good news, because once I’ve heard that, I want you to fuck me again, so that I’ll have something by which to remember our times here together.”

She blinked rapidly, determined not to cry, and spoil their last afternoon together.

Mary’s eyes sparkled, and she looked at Cee with a sly grin.

“OK, you asked for it. Here it comes!”

“In the middle of surgery yesterday, before Dr Campbell had his stroke, obviously, my mother had another phone call. Do you remember Liz Edwards, my mother’s practice nurse?”

“Of course I do,” Cee answered. “We trained together, and she worked in the intensive care unit here. When she left to join your mother’s practice, I got her job. What has Liz got to do with all this?”

Mary couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing, and pulled Cee towards her, giving a wet, open-mouth kiss.

“Liz has been on maternity leave,” she began, in between giggles.

“Her leave was extended because she suffered terrible post-natal depression. Anyway, she started back about two months ago, but mam has noticed that she’s not as efficient as she was before she left to have her baby.”

“Patients have been kept waiting, paperwork isn’t being completed, test results either ignored or not followed up. Mam called her in after a patient with a penicillin allergy was given an injection containing penicillin.”

“Fortunately, the patient only had a mild reaction, which anti-biotics cleared up, but it could have been much more serious. Liz was very upset, and tearful. She told my mother that she wasn’t coping, so mam gave her another month off on the sick.”

“Liz phoned yesterday to say that she and her husband had come to a decision. She’s handed her notice in and the family are moving back down to west Wales to be nearer both sets of parents. Malcolm, Liz’s husband works a lot from home anyway, and being closer to her parents and her in-laws will mean that Liz will have the family support she needs.”

“So my mother’s aktepe escort looking for a replacement practice nurse, and has asked me if I know of anyone suitable. I can’t think of anyone at the moment. Can you?”

Cee looked at her Mary, who was struggling to keep a straight face.

“You mean…?” she began, sounding utterly confused.

“Yes, my darling! There’s a job going in mam’s surgery, where I am due to start work a week next Monday! I think that if you are a very good, obedient little slut, I may well be persuaded to put in a good word for you when I see my mother tomorrow!”

“How slutty do you want me to be, Mistress?” asked Cee in her most submissive voice.

“I am yours to use and abuse, you know that. I want this job more than anything in the world!”

“More than anything?” Mary asked, in mock amazement.

“Well, almost as much as I want you to fuck me rigid, and then allow me to go down on you to show my appreciation,” Cee replied, lying back and opening her legs to show Mary just how wet and willing she really was.

Mary slid her middle and index fingers into Cee’s cunt, luxuriating in the wet, warm softness there. She put her thumb on Cee’s clit and stroked it slowly. The clit responded, and Cee let out a moan of appreciation. Her nipples hardened and Mary dropped her head, captured a hard rosy pink bud in her mouth, and suckled. This brought another groan from Cee, who used her own hands to find Mary’s tits. Cee soon discovered that her Mistress’s nipples were as hard as her own, and she tugged and squeezed them to give Mary the same sort of pleasure as she was experiencing.

Mary released Cee’s nipple with an audible plop, and sought her submissive’s mouth instead. The two women kissed deeply, exchanging hot, wet kisses with lots of tongue work. Still joined at the mouth, and with their hands all over each other’s tits, they manoeuvred their lower bodies so that they could get into the scissor position. Both women groaned in pleasure as their clits bumped and ground against each other. They found a rhythm and began to work one another towards orgasm.

Mary came first, gasping with pleasure as Cee’s wriggling produced a tingling sensation which spread rapidly from her clit. She whimpered as her orgasm overtook her, surrendering to the delightful sensations her girlfriend was producing in her.

Mary continued to writhe as her orgasm hit, and now it was Cee’s turn. She felt the tingle building up, increasing in intensity, and as Mary was recovering from her own orgasm, she began to enjoy one of her own.

By the time both women were sated, their bed linen was rumpled, damp and the whole room reeked of sex.

Later, as they both recovered from their exertions, Mary turned to Cee, her dainty pipe waggling between her lips as she spoke.

“I think it would be best if I went to see my mother alone, in the first instance,” she said.

“I haven’t told her about you and I, and I think she’ll need a bit of preparation first. So I’ll let her know that I’ve found a nurse for her, and then I’ll tell her that we are an item. I’m not going to tell her about our lifestyle, though. My mother is very reserved, and I think she’d have a fit if she knew that I’m your Mistress as well as your lover!”

Cee giggled.

“As long as we can continue to do what we’ve done this afternoon, I’ll be happy,” she purred.

“I love having punishment from you, and getting all my hurty bits kissed and licked better! And I love it when you fuck me too! If you’re interested, I am ready, willing and able to have another go right now!”

Mary smiled at her lover, took her pipe out of her mouth and blew a fragrant cloud of aromatic smoke into Cee’s face. She gave her a quick, chaste kiss on her cheek.

“I’d love to, my darling,” she admitted, “but I’m a great believer in striking whilst the iron’s hot. I’m off for a quick shower, and then I’m going to see my mother straight away. I won’t leave it till tomorrow, as I’d originally planned.”

“I’ll be back about dinner time tomorrow, when I expect to see you in your approved position as I come through the front door. I’ll be wanting oral worship straight away, and then we’ll see about giving you that fucking you so desperately need!”

An hour later, Mary’s car pulled into the driveway of her mother’s large, detached house. Switching off the engine, Mary got out and mounted the steps leading to the front door. As she walked, her attention was drawn to the medical centre next door. She smiled as she thought that she would be working there soon, alongside her mother, and hopefully, her lover.

As expected, the front door was open, and the stained glass inner door wasn’t locked and opened to her touch. She walked into the bright and airy vestibule, announcing her arrival as she did so.

“Hello! Anybody home?” she called, walking towards the kitchen.

It was just as she remembered it, warm from the always-lit Aga stove, light and airy and smelling of freshly brewed akyurt escort coffee. Her mother, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps she was out in the back garden, Mary thought, opening the back door and stepping out into the well-kept kitchen garden that her mother was so proud of. No, she was not out here.

Mary returned to the kitchen and called out again, somewhat louder this time.

“Mam? Where the hell are you?”

As she made to go back out of the kitchen, the door flew open and there was her mother, Dr. Sara Walters, looking rather dishevelled and very flustered.

“Hello, cariad,” said Dr. Sara, opening her arms and pulling Mary into her for a welcoming cwtch.

“I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything ok?”

“Yes, of course,” Mary answered, kissing her mother on the cheek.

“After your phone call about Liz, I was concerned that you’d be overworked and worrying about finding a replacement for her. I spoke to someone in the hospital, and asked her if she was interested in the job. I think she quite fancies a change from the intensive care ward.”

Mary kept a straight face whilst imparting this information to her mother.

“But that’s great news,” smiled Sara, “Is this nurse any good, do you know? We’re hardly at the cutting edge here in Cwm Pechod, but I have a duty to my patients, to provide them with the best possible medical service and advice.”

“I know you’ll be a great asset to the practice,” she continued, smiling at her daughter, “but I’ll need to interview this applicant before agreeing to employ her.”

I think she realises that, mam,” answered Mary, “so can I arrange for her to come for an interview?”

“Yes please, cariad. And sooner rather than later, please. I know we’re not particularly busy at any given time, but I’m having to see every patient since Dai Campbell’s stroke, and I’m having to do all the record keeping, the tests and most of the admin. too! I’m bloody knackered!”

Mary smiled at her mother.

“Right, don’t panic,” she replied. “I’ll speak to Clarice as soon as I get home, and I’ll ring you to let you know when she’s available to come up to see you and be interviewed.”

“Oh, by the way,” she continued, “as I said, her name is Clarice, but she likes to be called Cee.”

“What she likes is of no importance to me,” answered Sarah.

“I run things on a strictly professional basis here. I’ll call her nurse…?”

She raised her eyebrows in an unspoken question.

“Oh, she’s nurse Richardson,” answered Mary. “Born and bred in Cardiff, of West Indian parents. She’s a bloody brilliant nurse. We’ll be lucky if she takes on the job. I know she likes a disciplined, organised routine, but I also know she values friendship and appreciation of her abilities too. Don’t be too hard on her, mam, or she’ll not take the job!”

Sara looked doubtful.

“I’ll be very professional,” she said, “but if she can’t take instructions, then she’s not got a future in this practice.”

“I think you’ll find she is used to taking instructions,” Mary replied, trying hard not to smile too widely, as she recalled some of the instructions she had made Cee obey.

“Are you staying for tea?” Sara asked, changing the subject as if she was satisfied that the candidate her daughter had found for the practice was sufficiently obedient.

“Yes, OK,” Mary answered. “That’ll give me a chance to see Paul, and catch up a bit with him. I haven’t seen him for what seems ages!”

Sara seemed to get flustered at the mention of her partner’s name.

“Um,… Paul’s not here at the moment,” she mumbled.

“Something came up and I had to deal with it, and Paul’s a bit tied up at the moment.”

Something in her mother’s tone of voice made Mary look at her. She realised her mother had gone quite pink in the cheeks.

“Is everything OK with you and Paul?” she asked, the concern in her voice obvious.

“Yes, of course it is, silly,” smiled her mother.

“Now don’t you give it another thought. Paul and I are just fine. You concentrate on convincing this Cee that she needs to help us out by taking the vacant nurse job here.”

“If you can get her up here early next week for interview, you can come back for supper next Friday night. You’re due to start a week on Monday, so you can stay the weekend here.”

“I’ll make sure that Paul is here to greet you. You can do all your catching up then. We can have a good old chat about your new duties here, and how we will use nurse Richardson. Does that sound fair?”

“It sounds perfect,” Mary answered, smiling as she thought of how she was going to use nurse Richardson as soon as she got back home.

“Well look, mam, if Paul’s not around, I’ll get back straight away. I can have a chat with Cee and I’ll ring you later on tonight.”

She kissed her mother on the cheek, and arm in arm, mother and daughter walked out to Mary’s car.

Sara waved as Mary drove away, and once the car was out of sight she hurried back indoors.

Opening the door underneath the staircase in the hallway, Mary descended the steep narrow steps which led to a brightly lit room below the ground level of the house.

“That was a narrow squeak!”

Her remark was directed at a well built, naked man, who was hanging by his wrists from a hook in the ceiling.

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Chapter One

The revolving door swung open with a flourish. Althea was distracted by the sudden movement and looked in the general direction, only to see another businessman arriving early for the evening. The hotel was full tonight, unexpectedly, though one could certainly understand the reason. The blackout in the northeast had suddenly set everything on its ear, especially here in New York City.

Forty-five minutes into the blackout of the entire North East, Althea Rogers-Jackson, day manager of the relatively small, and independent hotel of just over a hundred rooms, wondered what the rest of the night was to be like. So far, outside of an immediate rush to rent any remaining rooms, there’d been little change from normal, for his hotel had power, at least on the first floor.

Reporters on the TV in the lounge were spreading throughout the city to sample reactions from the citizens, send video of the uncontrolled traffic mess at rush hour in Manhattan, and to position themselves for the coming darkness of night and whatever that might bring. Though everyone had their personal predictions, only time would tell what was in store for the people of the city, and Althea in particular.

The news that hours would pass before the blackout could be remedied, maybe even days, did little to settle nerves in that first hour of sudden helplessness. Traffic lights suddenly showed our dependence on them by simply refusing to work. Elevators also went on strike, some with passengers still aboard and between floors. People fought back the images of 9/11, insisting this was nothing of the sort, just a temporary glitch in some of the comforts of modern life.

For emergency vehicles, it was pretty much the beginning of a normal evening. Though a few extra calls came in to help the stranded elevator riders, those who couldn’t walk down a flight of stairs for food, and the normal fire and heart stoppages, it was the preparatory call upon their services that demanded their full attention. All police were reporting to for overtime to protect property and keep the piece. And just about every other city service employee was somehow involved in the melee of pitching in to overcome yet another adversity in the financial capital of the world.

Just as the streets were suddenly a sea of people deciding what to do to get home, the lobby of Althea’s hotel was jammed with guests or would-be guests, most now being turned away. The last of the available rooms were gone. She looked from the crowd her front desk personnel were attempting to politely push away, back to the more stately gentleman who’d just breezed through the revolving door.

He was about six feet tall, dressed casually, and didn’t bother with the front desk. He walked swiftly by her too, passing within an arm’s length, smiling, and made for the elevator.

“They’re out, I’m afraid,” She said, wondering why she was being apologetic. This was New York. There was an emergency. Most hotels didn’t have ANY power. Many were putting their guests out on the street for one safety excuse or another. She should apologize for not having elevators?

He turned to look at her and hesitated. In New York only for a meeting in the morning, he’d arrived from his small town home in Colorado just a couple hours ago. Having taken a walk to get a look around at his old haunts in the area, he’d quickly tired of the novelty of the blackout, and was once again forced to focus on the gray, dirty old buildings, the people who looked anywhere but right at you, and the noise of horns as traffic tried to unsnarl itself. It was the same as when he’d moved away, just a few more lights, a few more cars and trucks, and a lot more people. He even recalled the first blackout he’d endured in New York when he’d lived here. “Funny,” he thought, “When I am here, I can’t wait to leave. When I’m somewhere else, I can’t wait to get back.” His answer to the dilemma a few years ago had come for him. The company he worked for had moved him to run a new division out west.

In this trip’s rather ominous start, the hotel employee looked quite refreshing in her blue “uniform” suit and white blouse. His alertness was rejuvenated by the button between her breasts, fastened but with the material pulling nicely under just the right amount of strain. Her skirt was short, probably shorter than they liked at the hotel, but her name tag, a bit more elegant than the others, told him she was higher up the food chain. He smiled, trying not to look down at her in a condescending way, but only due to her shorter height. He guessed that to be about 5’2”, though the modest heels brought her up a couple inches. With shoulder length brown hair, the man thought, petite, pretty, and sexy in her confidence and officious pose. “Thanks. Of course. Well, it’s only five floors up so I guess I’ll get some exercise.” He looked around, not really that interested in getting to his room anymore, and asked, “The uh, stairs?”

She took longer than necessary to answer. Her mind was running lickety-split. The image of her husband, a handsome Italian thirty year old with classic short black hair and still a fine young body, flashed cebeci escort through her vision, followed immediately by the stately gentleman before her, old enough to be her father, but attractive all the same. His silver-gray hair was short, but long enough to retain a wave. Some men could carry such a color and still look virulent. His well-trimmed beard was salt and pepper and he was obviously self-confident enough not have to color or transplant hair. He seemed fit, and handsome. Althea also felt a familiar itch as she measured him up.

“Oh!” She said after looking at him for far too long, “Over there, across the lobby.” He started to walk, but from somewhere deep within her, came the words, “Excuse me, Mr….”

“Randolph,” He turned abruptly, pleased with the opportunity. “Friends call me Randy,” He smiled at her, never giving her his first name.

“Uh, well, hmmmm…” She was struggling for the words when she finally just came out with, “My husband is meeting me here to help out tonight. I uh, have to work as you might imagine. Would you like to join us for a drink? In the lounge over there?” She nodded toward the side of the lobby to the left of the front desk. What the hell was she doing! She immediately scolded herself. This was her place of employment! She had no idea who this guy was! She didn’t even know if her husband was still open to the idea. After the flood of self-flagellation subsided, she managed to reason that all she had done or committed to so far was a friendly drink with her husband in the middle of yet another New York City crisis. Feeling better already about her actions, she was prepared to hear his response.

“Why sure. I would love to, uh…” He hesitated more from the surprise of his good fortune, than to make a decision. He too reflected on the unusual chain of events, but accepted the invitation as one might a dinner offer from a Captain aboard ship. He felt lucky..

“Althea Jackson. I’m the day manager here, and I am going to be here probably all night as you can imagine.” She put a hand out in front of her smile.

Taking her delicate, white skin in his considerably larger palm, he said, “My pleasure, Althea. Say, if there is anything I can do to help, please… well, I’m here for a meeting right around the corner and I kind of feel like a resident, having lived here before.” He continued to hold her hand, not shaking it, just feeling it grow hotter and hotter in his.

“Really? You lived here in the city?” She asked, putting pieces together, unable to take her eyes off his friendly and disarming face.

“Well no, on Long Island. But I commuted to my office in the city, just around the corner here. I arrived today, just for the night and a meeting in the morning, and happened to be walking around looking at the city when the power went out. You know, I was your age for the last one of these things.” Ouch! That was a dumb thing to say. Now she would surely think of him as some dinosaur.

“Oh were you?” She asked, acting intrigued, though Randy sure didn’t know why.

He wondered why she was suddenly looking right through him, as if deep in thought. In an attempt to keep the conversation going he asked, “So, it seems you have lights here still, at least in the lobby.”

“Yes, well, our generators are for emergency power only. We can support some basic needs here on the ground floor, some security too, but nothing above here. I’m afraid we are turning people away. Seems we filled up quickly and one person just said he’d arrived from a major hotel that had just had to evacuate its building. I’m afraid this is going to be a pretty crazy night.” She hesitated a moment, then smiled again and said, “Maybe it will help to have your experience close by.”

“Well,” He chuckled modestly, “I don’t know about that, but please feel free to call on me for anything at all.” They stood silent for a moment before he added, “Perhaps I’ll meet you later? For that drink?”

She suddenly smiled with a look of confidence, as if she’d made up her mind about something, and took his arm with her hand to lead him to the lounge. “Yes, Mr. ah, Randy, I am sure you will see me later. But let me get you a seat, one with enough room for my husband and myself when he arrives, and make your stay just that much more pleasurable, for all.”

Randy let her lead him across the lobby floor as he pondered her wording and tone. In one of the big mirrors he could see her face had taken on a new appearance – she was almost cocky, as if she knew something he didn’t. She had detached herself from the moment and had gone somewhere else, but the look didn’t seem to fit. Oh well, he thought, perhaps it was just a natural expression for her. After all, she’d just invited him to sit with her and her husband. If not dinner, it was drinks with the “Captain” and “First Mate.”

Chapter Two

Half an hour later, having not seen more than a second or two of Althea in passing around the lobby, a good looking and fit Italian fellow walked right up to Randy’s cushioned chair and said, “Hi. I’m Mick, Mickey Jackson.” He put out his hand and stood there waiting for Randy to çukurambar escort make the next move.

“Hi, Mickey, uh, do I know you?” He rose to shake the man’s hand, not knowing if he might be a client or someone he should know, like…

The man laughed and said, “I see my wife didn’t tell you my name. I am Althea’s husband.”

“OH! Oh yes, of course, Mick, or Mickey. Which is it?” Randy shook hands a little more vigorously now, with the relief he hadn’t fucked up too badly.

“I use them both, or my friends do. Your choice.”

“Whichever then. Good to meet you. Sit down, let me buy you a drink.”

The two men sat and Mickey ordered a Vodka screw driver. The drinks were still coming with ice, so Randy figured that was one of the higher priority systems left in the power loop of the generators. Ok by him, though he didn’t drink at all anymore – dulled the senses at some of the most interesting of times. Plain ol’ ice water was his drink of choice now, but he took another Perrier, only because he would have felt guilty occupying such a valuable chair without buying something. It still left his mind clear and open to all opportunities. “So you are here to help your wife through the night? I think that’s terrific.”

Mick took a fourth of his glass in a couple swallows and let out a deep breath as if he’d earned that one. “Yeah, well, actually, we thought you might like to help too.”

Randy looked at the younger man, about the age of his sons from his first marriage, and wondered what the hell was going on. The man was smiling a similar smile to that of his wife a short while before, confident, knowing, yet mysterious. Both looked as if they knew something he didn’t, “All right, Mickey Jackson, why don’t we level with each other? You and your wife have something on your minds, if I’m not mistaken, and somehow it involves me.” He stopped for a moment before adding, “I’m a New Yorker from the past, my friend, so don’t try to play me for some country bumpkin.”

Mickey took another swallow, his self-confidence waning a bit. “You’re right, Randy.” He put his drink down, shifted in his chair to better face the man, and continued, “We are wondering, well, I have always… hmmmm. How do I put this?”

Randy shifted too, but toward Mick, not away. His interest was peaked for sure. “How about the flat ass truth? Hmm? Let’s put the cards on the table. What are you worried about?”

Mickey looked around first to locate his wife, and then when he didn’t find her, to see that no one else could hear. “Randy? We’d like to know if you would like to spend the night with us.”

Randy sat back in his chair. Of all the things he was prepared to hear, this was not one of them. As he sat back and considered the ramifications of the question, or proposition, he spotted Althea in the mirror, standing behind his location, peering around the corner of a large column, waiting for a reaction. What did she expect, Randy wondered, a fistfight? He sat up and leaned in to Mick, looked around conspiratorially, then said, “You want me to spend the night with the two of you. I assume you are referring to something a bit more meaningful than simply my staying in the hotel?”

Mickey’s nerve and enthusiasm were coming up again. The guy was easy to talk to, he thought. No bullshit. “Yes, I mean, we mean, we’d like to come back to your room with you, and do, well, just about anything that comes to mind.” He leaned his head to one side, “Is that clear enough?”

Randy decided to have some fun with him. “Not exactly. Call me dense. Why don’t you spell it out, so I truly understand?”

The younger man fidgeted in his chair, then moved on boldly, “Ok, Randy. You’re right. It’s just that, oh shit. Ok, here it is. My wife has always wanted to see me suck off another man, and then get fucked by him.” There, it was said. He looked at Randy to see if there was an immediate revulsion. There was not. He wasn’t too worried at this stage about repercussions, for he and his wife could simply deny any charges, in case they’d read this Randy wrong. But he was surer than ever they had not. “Are you adverse to spending time in bed with a man?” His natural boldness, something his wife had been so terribly attracted to, had returned.

So that was it, Randy thought. These two kids were overdrawn on hormones and needed another stiff one in bed with them. He thought about it for a full minute, leaning back, twiddling a stir stick in one hand propped on an elbow on his chair. Suddenly he said, “No, not necessarily. But then again, I haven’t exactly been longing for the role either.” Certainly he’d never had the fantasy to be with another man, or so he told himself. He wondered if truly, deep down, he hadn’t had such a thought at one time or another.

He had learned over time however, life is short, too damn short, and he never heard of anyone going to the worms complaining they’d done or seen too much of life! “Tell me this: Your wife is up to this? Getting seen, touched, even fucked and sucked by a stranger? Cause I’m not going up there just to be played. I get to do some playing too.” He was being demetevler escort as bold as possible now, so shit didn’t happen later.

Mick smiled, eager and looking a bit like an excited puppy and said, “That is exactly right. We both are. But more than anything, she wants me to get fucked by a man, while she watches, and masturbates.” His voice trailed some weakness at the last words, but he held his head high anyway.

The older man sat back, then leaned forward again. “All right, so why me, why not some stud like you, your own age?” He looked around the lobby, and spotted another guy more like Mick’s age, walking toward them. “Like him.”

Mick’s lips curled just a bit at the corners, “My wife said you would ask that.”

“Yeah? And what did she, or both of you decide as the answer?”

“Well, we decided to choose an older guy, I mean older than us, no disrespect,”

“None taken. Go on.” Randy was waiting.

“We decided that we didn’t want to take a chance on someone coming between us emotionally, the way we are asking you to kind of come between us physically…”

The explanation was a surprise to Randy, but entirely believable. “So you decided on a father image, someone too busy elsewhere in his life to come back for more.” Randy had put it even more bluntly than they had when discussing the eventual possibility.

“Yeah…” He wanted to say more, to add some kind of caveat to lessen the blow, but decided to leave the truth hanging where it was. This guy seemed like he could take it.

Randy considered the situation. They were both good-looking kids. She was hot the way she walked and talked, and looked, and he had some kind of aura around him that… Hell! He could be their father! What the hell was he even considering this for? Hmm, his other conscience thought, interesting opportunity though. She was free-willed enough to want to play with herself while watching her husband get fucked up the ass, and Mickey was free willed enough to want it to happen, and then let a stranger have his way with his wife. Randy smiled as he wondered what else they might do with all that free will. He thought more about the possibilities, and the risks, and looked at each of them as he considered their proposition. In the mirror, he could see Althea looking like a kitten waiting patiently to be fed. Sheesh! He thought, this is too good to be true!

Randy put his drink down while he asked for the check. Looking briefly at his watch to see the time at three minutes after six, he observed, “By my watch, nighttime started three minutes ago.” He rose from his chair as he closed with, “We’re wasting some very precious daylight upstairs.”

Chapter Three

Randy and Mick entered Randy’s room after walking up the five flights. Mick admired the man’s stamina, as he seemed to breath no more heavily than he, twenty-five years younger. Both of them considered the night ahead in silence, it being a bit much to attempt to talk while slugging it out with other guests walking up and down the stairwell around them.

Back in the lobby of the hotel, Althea had whispered a loud “Yes!” to herself, and continued to tend to the special needs of the hotel for the evening. The night manager had finally shown up and they agreed on a division of duties and schedules for the special care of their guests through the night. She did not reflect on the facts that her husband was in the hotel, or that she would not need the pull out couch in the main office for her time off later, only that she would be available if needed, all through the night. She went to the kitchen and had three meals prepared and sent to room 512.

Sometime later, the trip up the stairs was nothing to Althea. She did this kind of thing all the time at the hotel, walk up and down in lieu of using the elevator. She counseled the staff to follow her example and there was a noticeable improvement in timeliness of the elevators for the guests. This is also a good part of what kept her so thin and fit. She didn’t like taking time out of her day for exercise, but the stair climbing each day, sometimes as many as two hundred flights in a single shift, gave her strong legs from hips to heels, and lungs to match those of a devoted runner.

She thought about what her husband had gotten them into on this very strange night. She thought of it as him, even though the original wish had been hers. It was Mick who’d never forgotten her fantasy, and kept reminding her to keep her eyes peeled for a candidate she liked. She tried to find someone attractive to her, to him, and yet not likely to be a “cling-on” when it came to saying goodbye after a one-night-stand.

Then creeping signs of guilt shifted the responsibility for the acts they were about to commit to her own reckless wishes. Countless times, she’d pictured him on his knees with a man’s cock in his mouth, or his butt thrust upwards and his head turned to the side and flattened on the mattress, his hands gripping his ass cheeks and pulling them apart. She’d seen it as clear as if she’d been right there, a man’s cock pushing up against his puckered asshole, spreading his muscle outward like the shutter in one of his cameras. She’d heard him groan under the sudden but short lived pain, a shudder that quickly turned to a chill and then a warming glow that voiced itself in the sound of low, guttural groaning, the true indicator of his appreciation of the stiff cock up his ass.

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Scene 1:

Beautiful blonde lady in a summer dress leisurely walks home in the afternoon sun. Across the road a handsome stranger sees the blonde and is mesmerized by her sexy beauty as she passes him totally unaware of his presence.

The stranger overpowered by his passion for her crosses the road and begins to follow her discreetly. As he walks behind her maintaining a careful distance, his eyes gaze at her beautiful wavy blonde hair, long shapely legs in high heeled sandals, her narrow waste line and her shapely bottom, becoming more visible as the wind blows her dress tightly against her body while she walks, swaying her hips like a catwalk model.

Suddenly, the stranger sees the blonde stop and rummage around in her handbag. He realizes she’s taking out her keys as she steps towards the front gate of her house. She walks in and turns around to shut the gate and as she does so her eye catches the handsome stranger across the road, she smiles, turns back round, strolls up the garden path, opens the front door and shuts it behind her.

The stranger filled with bemused excitement knows that he can’t just walk away. She smiled at him after all. What should he do? The stranger decides to knock on the door and speak to the lady. But what should he say? She might be offended at his advance and tell him to go away. He can feel a gentle throbbing in his loins as his passion for the lady grows. He knows that he must try. He just can’t turn away now. He walks across the road, opens the gate, walks slowly and nervously up to the front door and rings the bell.

Scene 2:

The handsome stranger is sitting in the living room on the sofa, still getting over the fact that she actually let him in for a chat. Lady luck was certainly shining down on him today. She’s gone upstairs to powder her nose. He sits nervously anticipating her return at any moment. He hears her footsteps on the stairs; she’s coming down.

‘Well David just what did you want to talk about? I’m not in the habit of letting in strangers, but you seem to be familiar and just nice, so I couldn’t really turn you away,’ she says smiling.

‘Oh what an enticing smile,’ David thinks to himself.

‘Well Alice, I’m very surprised that you let me in but I just had to try. You see, you are just the most beautiful and sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I just had tell you that to your lovely face.’

‘Oh really? Well I’ve heard that before, but mostly from men in a wine bar who’ve had a glass too many,’ Alice replied, tilting her hear coquettishly.

‘I admire your bravado, David. That’s beşevler escort just how a man should be. I must say though, you really aren’t at all bad looking yourself.’ David responded with a grin.

‘And I must tell you that I let you in for a reason. You see I have an uncomfortable itching sensation in a very sensitive area and I need you to do something about it. Would you help me out?’

David was astounded by Alice’s openness and felt a tinge of embarrassment.

‘Oh yes, of course Alice. But what is it exactly that you want me to do?’ Alice grinned.

‘Well why don’t you come upstairs to my bedroom and I’ll tell you.’

Scene 3:

David can’t believe what’s happening, as he sits with excited anticipation on Alice’s bed waiting for her to come out of her en-suite bathroom.

‘Please get comfortable David. I’ll be out in a jiffy. Just remove all your clothing and relax on the bed, and I mean everything. When I come out I want to see you naked.’

‘Um ok. But are you sure?’

Of course I am silly, just relax and do what I tell you. You won’t regret it I promise.’

David quickly removes his clothes and tosses them on the back of a chair, then lies down on the soft mattress and pillow. Now he’s naked on her bed his passion knows no bounds and his cock grows firm and hard, standing to attention. David admires it and gently rubs it up and down.

‘I’m ready Alice.’

‘Ok, I’m coming out. I know you must be all hot and excited.’

Then the bathroom door opens and out comes sexy Alice in a white bathrobe.

‘Ooh my! I see you really are excited, David.

‘Hehe yes, just can’t keep the boy down, David replies with a nervous giggle.

‘Oh don’t worry; I love it just the way it is. It’s just right, not too big and not too small.’

Alice says, smiling again and gently wetting her lower lip with her tongue. She comes and sits on the bed, resting one had on David’s naked thigh.

‘Why don’t you remove your robe, Alice? I’m dying to see you naked. You have such gorgeous legs and such a shapely bum.’

Scene 4:

Alice and David both naked on the bed kiss each other deeply mouths locked and tongues lustfully entwined.

‘So David, about this itch, it’s in my bum.’

‘Oh that’s ok; I’ll use my finger, that should make you feel better’.

‘Erm actually David, that’s not quite what I had in mind. I was thinking of something a little softer and wetter, like your tongue.’

David was taken by surprise and stopped licking Alice’s pert nipples.

‘Are büyükesat escort you serious my dear lady?’ I’ve never put my mouth down there for someone before, but I’ll try it because you’re so sexy.

‘Oh yes please. Thank you, David. Afterwards, if the itch doesn’t go away then you can fuck me in my arse, as long as you want,’ Alice replied caressing David’s swollen penis with her fingernails.

‘Hmm that sounds really fun Alice. To tell you the truth, I haven’t really dabbled in anal sex. This will be my first.’

‘Well, well that’s even better for me, David. I do love first timers, Alice says jestingly.

‘Come on then my lady. Raise your bum and spread ’em wide.’

Kneeling behind Alice and bringing his face down to begin his erotic adventure, David spreads Alice’s gorgeously smooth bum cheeks wide with his thumbs. As he does so he’s hit by a very strong but familiar smell. He notices small, light brown pieces of Alice’s shit stuck around her bum hole.

‘Fucking dirty bitch!’ He thinks to himself.

It became obvious to David that Alice had been taking a shit while he was waiting and she hadn’t bothered to wipe her arse afterwards.

‘Yes, what a dirty fucking whore!’ David thought in annoyance.

‘Alice you’re very dirty and smelly down there and you haven’t wiped your arse.’

‘Ooh David, just you saying that makes me wet.’

‘That may be so, but I can’t really put my mouth down there, with that shitty smell. Go and clean up then I’ll do it.’

‘No David I need you to do it like this. It’s what I like, what I’m in to. Come on David lick me clean and get rid of that itch. Put your tongue inside, smell me, taste me. I love it,’ Alice begs.

‘Well I’d rather be doing this to your pussy which I’m used to. Ok at least let me wipe that shit away. No David do it as it is.’ Alice retorts in a commanding tone.

‘Afterwards, you can fuck me however you want.’

‘Alice, you really are a dirty and very naughty girl.’

‘I love being dirty in bed, David. After we’ve finished you’ll love it too, baby.’

Climax:

Although David is put off by Alice’s shameless display, he can’t help but oblige. Alice was right. There was something exceedingly erotic about this dirty, smelly love play.

‘Ok here goes.’

As David brings his face down again to Alice’s impatient bum, he again smells the shitty stench coming from around her anus. It was overpowering.

‘How am I going to do this?’ He says to himself.

‘Does it smell nice and shitty, David?’ Alice questions çankaya escort teasingly.

‘Oh very Alice, it’s a very strong smell,’ as I’m sure you can appreciate. David holds his breath to avoid the stink and brings his mouth down on Alice’s tight shit hole and begins licking around it. Alice closes her eyes and sighs pleasurably. She knows she’s going to enjoy this.

‘Come on David, give me a good rimming. Take it slow. Slip your tongue inside. Ooh yes that’s it, baby.’

As David wiggles his tongue around the opening of Alice’s bum hole he has to come up and take a breath to avoid choking. As he does so that pungent shitty smell floods his nostrils and makes him wrench. But as he continues on with Alice’s coaxing, he finds this foreplay increasingly erotic. He begins to move his tongue in and out of Alice’s bum as far as it can go. Alice gasps with pleasure.

‘Oh David you’re good at this. I knew you would be.’

David removes his tongue and as if by instinct, locks his lips around Alice’s anus and begins to suck hard.

‘Ohhh David; I’m coming please rub my clitty and keep sucking like that, Alice moans.

‘Come on David lick and suck away at my shitty bum hole, my baby. Make it all nice and clean for me.’

David again pushes his tongue deep inside Alice’s bum and tongue fucks her hungrily, as she grabs his rock hard cock and begins to wank him off with the same rhythm.

‘Come on David come with me darling.’

David now realises how pleasurable this experience was turning out for him. His cock throbs and aches and leaks a stream of clear pre cum.

‘Oh I see you’re getting wet David,’ Alice says smiling, as his pre cum flows over her fingers making them sticky.

‘Now kiss me David. I want to taste your mouth.’

David, so absorbed in his lustful pleasure just continues licking and sucking around Alice’s anus which is now clean and washed with David’s saliva.

‘My darling David, didn’t I tell you you’d like it?’ I knew you’d love tasting my sticky, smelly bum hole covered in my shit. Come on baby kiss me!’

She pulls on David’s straight brown hair and brings his mouth up to hers. She can smell the aroma of her shit and David’s saliva on his lips and breath as she kisses him deeply, thrusting her tongue deep in to his mouth, then gently sucking on his lips, just to get the full taste of her own dirty bum from his mouth. Gently they lay down on the bed, tongues and lips playing with each other.

Alice reaches down to David’s throbbing cock and guides it in to her sopping and swollen pussy. They fuck hard and passionately until they both explode in to an unforgettable climax. It was especially unforgettable for David.

After fucking and resting for a while, Alice asks David to visit the toilet. Now it’s her turn. David gladly obliges. He knows he’s a changed man.

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I first met Manisha Dudhe on the eve of her wedding, when she and her intended husband had met to perform pre-marriage puja with the village pujari; the Hindu priest. She was 19 and the man was a boy really, of barely 20, with the illustrious name of Shivaji. Dudhe became her married name and it was a cause for mirth since it means “milk” in the local dialect. The entire village of Talapuri in Maharashtra turned up to witness their prayers and to pass comment on their appearances. It was not an affluent or influential gathering, but full of pride and tradition. Men young and old watched her without touching, of course, and wondered about the milk that would come from her magnificent breasts in due course, and they envied the young Shivaji.

Manisha was a great beauty and a prized daughter in a community where sons are preferred before girls, even if they are worthless and stupid. But Manisha certainly was a great beauty and everyone said so. She was fairer in her complexion than anyone else in her family since Aji, her mother’s mother, who died many years earlier. I remember thinking how fortunate her new husband would be to take to his bed such a beauty; and so innocent, to be taught the ways of love and affection if he had the wit and the knowledge himself. Which I doubted but wished them both well.

Ten years passed before I saw her again, and I heard meantime that Shivaji had died young, leaving her pregnant. I didn’t know the details but there many sicknesses at that time, in that place, that could have claimed him. TB, typhoid and polio were endemic then and malaria, of course. So, one day, as I visited my friends again in the big bungalow at Talapuri, there she was in the lane with a child of about 9 years beside her. There was occasional work for her and others at the bungalow; mainly mending clothes and such things. My host and his wife gave work out of a sense of responsibility for their poorer neighbours, since he practiced as a chartered accountant in the nearest city and his wife was a publisher’s illustrator. She ran her business by post in those days, and would do so via the Net today. But this was before the Net came into ordinary homes; when it was top secret in academic and military circles.

Manisha looked older but still outstandingly beautiful. Her features and her figure had hardly changed since she was the girl I remembered. If there was on feature of her appearance that always struck me first, it was her waist and the curve over her hips. And so it was still. Her saree tightened onto her figure in the local style, showed the very curve that drew my eyes so many years before. And her blouse [choli] showed off her tidy midriff, with none of the flabby spread of so many Indian women in their late 20s. She looked delectable and I began to imagine her with me, in my bed, doing the things I would show her, and with me pleasing her the best ways I could.

Nothing could happen for some weeks, since my hosts were always about the house and I did not wish to embarrass them by entertaining my own little predilections. But the day came when they were away for the week, and I was left alone with just the housekeeper and gardener during the day and the faithful golden Labrador bitch named Daisy at night. I determined to know Manisha then, if I could, and made quick plans. And so it happened.

At the end of a day, she was finishing her work in one of the rooms, re-sewing the linings to one of the curtains, which had become frayed during the periodic pest control spraying visitations. I watched her through a slightly-open door as she gathered her things together and stood up from the cross-legged position in which she had worked. She walked towards the door and I hid myself to one side of the frame. As she came through I spoke her name, softly, not as an instruction which she may have expected. She turned towards me and smiled, with her head on one side slightly, as if asking a silent question in the Indian way. I stretched out my right hand towards her and she looked at her own hands, wondering what I was reaching for. I took hold of the sewing box she had, and the little bundle of fabrics for patching, and took them away from her. She was so taken by surprise that she didn’t try to stop me; she just looked straight at me with the same query on her face. I put the things to one side, on a small cupboard and she watched every movement.

Then I reached again and took hold of her left hand; a gesture not common in India even among married couples since the right hand is preferred for all contact. She tried momentarily to withdraw her hand but I held her firmly, and pulled her gently towards me. She made no sound; her eyes looked straight into mine; she let her hand come towards me and then her arm and then one small step. I knew the ice had been broken and I smiled gently and leaned my head to one side, as she had done, as if to say, “Yes? — No? — Maybe? — come with me?” She smiled back and lowered her eyes at the same time, signalling sakarya escort her lack of readiness for the situation, and to show a proper modesty. By now she was close to me and I reached out my left hand to hold her waist and pull her towards me, again with only the gentlest pressure on her hip. She put her right hand on mine and thought she was about to lift it away from her, but she didn’t. She held my hand in contact with the shapely right hip and waist, but still with eyes downcast, and smiling secretly to herself. Clearly, she knew what was happening and was content to let more happen in the near future.

Slowly, I walked backwards into the opposite room: my bedroom and she followed with her left hand in my right, and her right hand on my left, on her waist. We were only two or three inches apart. She matched my steps and slowly came into my room with eyes still down and still smiling mysteriously to herself, although I could see it for myself. Then the situation began to unfold as I had planned.

I undid the buttons of my shirt, and shook it off my shoulders. She raised her eyes and saw the hairs and the remains of my once-creditable muscular chest. She raised her eyes further and smiled directly into my mine. I reached out again and tugged a little on the shawl she wore over her shoulder, and she made the same gesture, shrugging it off to the marble floor. I undid my belt and the top restraining button of my cream trousers, but did not make a gesture to remove more clothes at this stage. I reached out to the four buttons fastening her choli, the short blouse with its little sleeves and bare midriff. She stopped my hand and, for a moment, I imagined she was about to cancel the whole event. But no; she raised her own hands, whilst still looking into my eyes, and undid all four buttons, before lowering her hands and leaving the choli open across her breasts. She wore no bra under the blouse, and I gently lifted it from her shoulders and let it drop down her arms slightly behind her body. I moved slowly round behind her and she realised for the first time that I had a mirror behind me, so that she was now looking directly at herself with bare breasts. Her eyes dropped again but she made no movement of escape or even of real awkwardness. From behind her, I reached to her head and gently held her hair, raising her eyes to look into the mirror, and smiled a very open and near-laugh into her reflection. He laughed a little feminine chuckle to me in return.

I reached through under her arms and held her breasts; one in each hand, like ripe melons but so soft and yielding. Then one hand relaxed its hold and went to my trousers. I let the zipper all the way down, so that my slacks fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them, still hiding behind her, and stood there with a raging erection in my black briefs, although she could not see all that. I fumbled with the front tie of her saree, hoping that it would come undone easily, but it was not to happen. She reached under the top edge and undid a pin, which let the front loop of cloth fall away. I was expecting a long swathe of fabric and slowly unwrapped it from around her, walking round to her front and then behind. A number of times I needed to do this until she stood there wearing only a pair of pale brown shorts. She raised her hands to cover her nipples from my gaze although we both knew it was a gesture of cultural modesty rather than a real attempt to hide herself from me.

Still slowly, I walked her towards my little bathroom until we both stood in the door and she could see my preparations. There was the bucket of warmed water with its handled scoop, a dish of soft soap, a number of hand towels, and a great big bath square as long and as wide as she was tall. The window fan was running and a cooler breeze was being drawn through my rooms. Taking the lead, I reached down and took off my briefs and moved towards the bucket. My erection stood out like a flag, indicating my desires and intentions. We smiled at each other and our eyes wrinkled in a grin of friendship as well as pleasure. I took a scoop of warm water and poured it down my front from chest to groin; and another from the middle of my back to my thighs. I dipped a finger full of the liquid soap and washed quickly all my lower regions and carefully between my legs and thighs. Cleanliness was going to be an important feature of our time together.

Reaching out my hand, I intended to motion her towards the water and her own washing, but I needn’t have made any gesture. She stepped forward and took off her own shorts. She was so lovely. Her skin was a pale bronze, with small areas of olive shading around her groin, in the creases under breasts and under her arms. Her skin was like alabaster and she moved gracefully like a fashion model in Europe, but entirely natural and innocent of any tricks of such a trade. I passed her a scoop of water and she washed herself as I had done.

So far, everything I had planned had samsun escort worked out just fine, and she seemed not to be surprised at all; and certainly not alarmed by my actions. I had a feeling that the next stage might give her some pause for thought, or even a moment of panic, but determined to go on regardless. I have for many years harboured a distinct yearning for women dressed in very firm underwear, such as corsetry, leather and thick rubber. I have been fortunate enough to experience all my yearnings at one time or another, and this day I had a special desire in mind. My erection was maintained by the plan and I looked forward to the moment when all my desire could be satisfied with this beautiful Indian lady.

As we dried ourselves, I led her wrapped in the big square towel towards my double bed. She walked confidently and easily in my gentle embrace and I helped her complete the drying of her delightful body. I took the towel from her and draped it over a chair, and led her to the bedside. She began to bend as if to climb into the bed but I held both her hands and placed them over her eyes. I pressed them slightly to her face, as if to signify, “Keep your eyes closed.” I said softly, “Ho-na?” and she replied, “Ho”, meaning “Yes.” She kept her eyes covered.

I reached under the thin bed cover and took out the four items in which I intended to dress her this evening, before taking my pleasure with her. The first was a white long bra which I hoped would be the correct size at 36D: a Triumph Doreen Midi. I stood behind her and took one hand down from her eyes, leaving the other doing its job of keeping them shut. I passed the bra over her arm and lifted it into place under one breast. Then I replaced that hand and took the other. She was quicker than I thought and readily helped me get the bra into place, containing both breasts and nicely nestled into her ribs. At that point, I think her experience of lingerie ran out. She had never even seen such a bra, I don’t think. Slowly I fastened the eight hooks at the back and then adjusted it into place to hold her breasts and to press nicely down into her waist. It was not the cuff-waist style, but the slightly shorter one and it fitted her height perfectly. And the cups fitted better than I could have planned even if I had measured her first. I pressed the hands to her face again and said, “Ho?”. She replied the same and her eyes remained covered.

Next, I thought this item may raise more of a problem with her and took it in my hands with some anxiety. It was a classic vintage girdle made by the English Twilfit company; style CT45. It was white, high waisted, a sarong style cross-over at the bottom front edge, a zip fastener over a row of hooks on the left hip, and six suspenders. It was boned at the front, over the abdomen, at the sides from the hip bones upwards, and at the centre back to prevent it rolling over. The front panel with three bones was quite rigid and I knew it would hold her firmly in place, whatever I managed with her in movements and positions.

I knelt down in front of her and lifted one foot, just an inch or two from the cool marble floor, and slip the girdle under it, and lifted it slightly up her calf. Then I replace that foot on the floor and tapped the other. She seemed to sense what to do, and raise it a little, but not enough now that the girdle was somewhat higher than for the first foot. I took one hand from her eyes and placed it on my shoulder as I was kneeling, to steady her as I lifted the second foot a little further. Thus the girdle was loosely placed on both her calves and I contemplated how to lift it into place, before doing up the hooks and closing the zipper.

Kneeling up in front of her, I took hold of the girdle either side of the waist and slowly moved it up her legs, and onto her thighs. She made a little mewing sound and I could tell that this was new to her and was a surprise, but I persevered with my pulling and a little tugging. It was going to be a tight fit on her, I could tell. This girdle was the smallest made in the CT45 range, with a waist of 26 inches, and I had no idea what her waist actually measured. She made the mewing sound again and I looked up at her face. She was peering down at me and the girdle through her open fingers. I smiled and she just looked at me. Her expression said, “What are you doing to me?” I took one hand and kissed it gently on the palm. She smiled. I brought both her hands down to the front edge of the girdle and took myself to the back. Taking the rear part of the top edge, I started to pull upwards and she did so at the front without my urging her. Slowly the girdle moved into position on her abdomen, with the front suspenders correctly placed, and the zip fastener wide open, waiting for me to do up the hooks and eyes. I could tell from her expression again that she was surprised and becoming a little doubtful as she realised that this garment had yet to be closed onto her figure.

Moving to ankara sarışın escort her left side, I started to hook up the gap. The first hook took a little stretching of the girdle to make the closure. The second took more pressure, and the last one required me to pull very hard so that her body shook with the sudden force. But then the hooks were complete and I moved the zipper up into place, covering them all and giving her the perfect waistline and hip outline. This young woman had the figure of a 1950s film star in the person of a simple and untutored girl of the jungle, with a sex appeal hardly any film star could imagine.

The suspenders were sticking out from the bottom edge of the girdle, and I checked again that their positions were right. I also noticed how the edge just tucked under her bottom at the back and left her little furry mound visible at the front. Those Twilfit people certainly knew how to make alluring foundation wear. I reached for the remaining items of my collection: a pair of firm support Lycra stockings by Aristoc – the very latest style and material at the time, and very supportive. Again the size was a guess and I seemed to have been lucky. To get these onto her, I led her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Se realised for the first time how the girdle was going to control her figure during our time together. Sitting in it was not just a matter of sitting down; she had to adjust her stance a little and also part her legs because of the pressure on her groin and bottom, pressing them both together. As quickly as I could, I brought both stockings up to her knees and onto her thighs before standing her up and completing the outfit. She was now breathing heavily and pressed her hands on her ribs, into her waist, over her abdomen and down her thighs, and over her bottom. She was utterly contained in this corsetry, and her face showed a mixture of surprise, anxiety and also pleasure.

I took her over to the long mirror and showed her to herself. She smiled and ran her hands all over her newly shaped and controlled figure. Especially, she let her hands linger over her flat tummy and around her tightened waist. She even made the typical tight-waist gesture of holding her waist between finger and thumb on each hand to see how far round she could reach. Her smile got wider and she made a little “Mmm” sound. She looked amazing and I joined her with my own hands, feeling her body through the corsetry. Tracing the outlines and the positions of the bones; feeling at the tightness over her ribs and under her bottom. My fingers and palms lingered over her flattened abdomen and onto her little mound, and then resumed my overall investigation of the smoothness, the firmness, and the control that I could feel over every millimetre of her body.

Taking her to the bed, I helped her lie down on her back and joined her there. I kissed her shoulder and then her cheek and then fully on her lips. She seemed unused to this show of affection and clearly had little experience of kissing a man for pleasure. But she warmed to it and within a minute had her lips widely parted as I explored her mouth with my tongue, and we played a little game with touching tongues and parting and then touching again.

Reaching down, I parted her legs a little more and reached for her labia with my middle finger. She was wet; she was pouring with moisture; her lips and her vagina were slippery to my touch and I played on her clitoris for a few moments. She mewed again and closed her eyes, so I decided to please her in this way for as long as I could. I played on her with my hand and placed a finger inside her from time to time, gauging the effect and trying to discover what she would like for her pleasure. I soon realised that she wanted constant clitoral stimulation, but not too fast and not with pressure, and occasional dipping into the wet pool of her labia and vagina. I think this process took ten minutes until I was sure of the rhythm and she began to respond; which she did with a huge sigh and a whimper. She closed her legs around my hand and I left it there without movement until she relaxed and let it fall out, so to speak.

She looked up at me and touched my face. I kissed her mouth again and she clung to me with both arms around my head. After a short time she relaxed further and lay back with her eyes closed. Now it was my turn. I ran my hands up and down her corsetry again, feeling at the seams, the bones over her abdomen, the taut bottom edge between the front suspenders, the flat firmness over her midriff and waist. Above her waist she was doubly held by the long bra as well as the girdle over it. She was quite rigid below her breasts and down into her waist. I parted her legs a little and slowly moved myself until I was lying partly on her, and resting on one elbow on the bed beside her. I kissed her shoulders and felt the Doreen straps, the little adjusting buckles and the seams running over the cups and down under the girdle. I could still feel them on my lips even thought they were held firmly under the Twilfit. The corsetry felt wonderful and her firm, contained little body inside held such promise for me. In my mind, I had a plan for my pleasure which I knew may alarm her but I pressed on anyway.

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Part III

Introducing Bitch Boy

About a week after Mary had her second outing, this time with the twenty five year old waiter I began asking more questions about her night. “Have you girls been back to that restaurant since you your ‘date’?” I asked her.

She was sitting at the kitchen table as we were having a Saturday morning breakfast. “Oh sure, we’ve been back there like twice, I think” she said with a mouth half full of food. “He’s cool with the secrecy part though, and doesn’t treat me any different in front of the other girls.”

I sipped on my coffee as I listened to her. “We text like every day, so I think he’s starting to understand our arrangement.” She said taking another bite of her pancakes.

“Have you two made any more plans to see each other?” I asked.

She finished her bite, and then looked at me with a puzzled look “actually, no he hasn’t even asked to see me again”. Her view started to drift to the ceiling as if in deep thought. “Oh well. I guess he just wanted some head and that was all. As I told you, other than the blow job we didn’t really do anything but kiss.” She said with a shrug.

I began to chuckle, “so fingering another man’s wife is ‘nothing’?” I asked with a smile.

“Well, you know what I meant. We didn’t… like fuck, ya know?” She took the last bite on her plate as she spoke.

I set my cup down, and looked at her. “I love you, Mary”.

“What was that for?” she questioned with a confused look on her face. “I know you love me, you’re my husband. Besides, you better love me; after all I am fucking all these guys for you.” She said laughing as she picked up her plate and headed for the sink.

I started to laugh. “You’re fucking them for me?” I jokingly asked her. “Like you’re not having fun, and it was only one guy that you actually had sex with.”

She placed her plate in the sink then spun around with a smile. She leaned back on the counter and put her head back and sighed. “Oh yes, you’re right. I do like it. Love it in fact.” She quickly raised her head back up. “Do you want to meet Chris?” she asked me in a tricky manner.

I thought about it for a second before I answered. I had never met him, but I wasn’t sure I’d be comfortable meeting the man that gave my wife the best sex she ever had in her life. I mean, it was one thing to hear about and know that she does it, but another to actually meet the guy she does it with. “I’m not sure” I told her.

“Oh come on, you’d really like him baby” she said slowly walking back to the table with an obvious seductive mentality. “You guys actually have a lot in common.”

“Oh yea, like what” I asked her. “Not condom size I know.” I said jokingly.

She laughed and sat back in her chair. “No silly, I mean like other stuff. You know, stuff that ‘normal’ people do.”

I laughed at her remark. “Normal people, as in guys who don’t jerk off to the stories their wives tell them about whom and how they fucked last night?”

“Well, of course.” She said back with a smile.

“OK, if you want me to meet this Greek sex god, I guess I will… for you, dear.” I sat up and leaned over the table to kiss her, but she moved back. I flashed a muddled look at her.

“I’ve been reading a lot. About what we’re doing, I mean.” She said getting up from the table again. “You know, there’s a term for this kind of thing” she said as she returned to the counter and propped herself up against it.

“Uh… yea, of course I know, how do you think I find my porn.” I said with a smile while I stood up and walked over to her.

“Cuckold.” She said opening her arms as I walked into them. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gently began to kiss my lower lip. “So…” she said, pushing her forehead against mine so our noses where touching. “You are now my bitch boy.” She said deviously.

I pulled my head back, still holding onto her waist. “Um, excuse me?” I said with an awkward look on my face. “What exactly have you been reading?” I questioned.

“Just some websites, you know random websites.” She said giggling and pulling my head back toward her.

“Random websites, huh” I said “What kind of randomness are we talking about?”

She leaned in and kissed me again. ‘I found this site about ‘how to cuckold your man’ the other day when I was surfing at work.” She said as she continued her seductive kisses. “And, I have some ideas of what we’re going to do… and not do.”

“Not do?” I asked fearing she may be getting into more than I was willing. But, who am I kidding… I would do anything this woman asked me to.

“Well, you get off on me fucking other guys and hearing all the naughty details, and you’re the one that got me interested in this ‘lifestyle’, but now… I’m taking the reins like all the other women I’ve been reading about.” She said with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “So… you’re going to do what I tell you to do.”

I was puzzled at hearing this. But, siirt escort she was right, I did get off on her sexual adventures and wanted to know all the details… but, what exactly was she thinking here? I mean, I’ve watched the cuckold porn movies and I wasn’t exactly sure I would go that far. But, I figured I’d trust her to know my limits and go ahead. “OK” I said. “I’ll do it.”

She slapped me across the face, rather hard. “Yes, you will do it my queen.”

I was immediately taken back and sort of stumbled a bit. I rubbed my cheek and looked at her. “Yes” I purposefully paused. “Yes, my queen.” I pouted.

She then put her arms back around my neck and pulled me closer. “Chris is coming over tonight” she said as if it didn’t matter what I said. Looks like I’ll be her cuckold from now on, actually being her cuckold not just hearing about her sexual outings.

“OK…” I stammered out. “Are you going to be acting like this, when he gets here” I knew I’d feel very uncomfortable with her doing that and him being right there watching her. He was considerably taller than me, far more muscular than me and from what all three of us knew… a helluva lot ‘larger’ than me.

“Aw… would that make you sad, bitch boy.” She said pouting her bottom lip. I cocked my head and showed my confusion. I couldn’t tell when she was playing or when she was being serious now. “I’ll tell you what; if you’re good while he’s here… he won’t see a thing.”

She then gave me a slight shove to the side and walked by me out of the room. I can honestly say I felt a little scared of what was going to happen tonight but, at the same time… I was more than excited.

After doing the dishes I heard Mary come down the stairs and walked into the living room to meet her. She was wearing her white nightgown now. It was very form fitting, made of silk and usually showed her panty lines through it, but tonight it did not. “Chris is on his way over” she said walking past me and over to unlock the front door.

“Are you going to be wearing that?” I asked her.

She slowly turned around to face me, reached down to her ankles, and grabbed the bottom of her night gown. She quickly lifted it to her waist, exposing her freshly shaven bald pussy. “Yes. Why, do you have a problem with my lover seeing me like this, bitch boy?”

Even though I felt the growing in my pants I was still startled by all of this. She had just shaved her entire pussy. We’ve talked about that before, but she was always against it. “You shaved!” I exclaimed.

“Well… yea. Chris asked me to for next time we fuck.” She said with a grin.

How should I play this? If I got defensive and didn’t follow her lead, she may stop having sex with other men and we’d go back to fantasies, although, if I kept going with I might start regretting coaxing her into sleeping with him.

As a car pulled into our driveway, Mary leaned in and whispered into my ear; “Our safe word will be ‘red’ if it’s too much and ‘green’ if you’re OK with things. I read them on that site.”

Hearing her say that sort of relaxed me a bit, but I was still cautious of what might happen tonight. After that, she pulled the door open and waved at our guest walking up with a smile. “Hello, Chris.” She said inviting him in. She shut the door behind him, walked around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. I noticed she had to stand on her tip toes to kiss him, as she did just that. I figured it would have started with a peck, but she went all in. I could literally see their tongues swirling around each other, but I must confess… my erection did not even soften at the site.

His hands moved down and began to grab her ass while the heavy kissing continued and I thought to myself; “What, are they going to fuck right here in the doorway?” But, when she pulled back and returned flat footed he stopped and moved his arm around her as she turned to face me. “Chris, I’d like you to meet ‘bitch boy’.”

She pointed at me as she spoke. He looked me up and down and sort of smirked, “Hey man, what’s up?”

“Uh… not much, I guess.” I responded. Mary began to laugh which in turn made him force a laugh. Was he as uncomfortable as I was? I wouldn’t assume so, considering he was grabbing my wife’s ass behind her back.

Mary started to walk over to the couch leading him by the hand. I just stood there. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do now. When they sat down, next to each other she through one leg over his lap so he could rest his hands on her upper thigh. “Hey, bitch boy…” she started pointing to the floor beneath her feet she exclaimed, “Get down there, now!”

I stood frozen for a second. It wasn’t until she raised her eye brows and puckered her lips up while continuing to repeatedly point at the floor that I began to walk over to her. I slumped down on my knees where she had pointed. “Chris, do you think our carpet is too green?” she asked him. Our carpet was blue. A very deep blue and sincan escort I figured she was just having him control me without him knowing it. Or perhaps she was doing it to make sure I was OK with what was going to happen next.

“I think its blue, Mary.” He replied with an awkward face. She whipped her leg around and placed both feet firm on the floor in front of me.

“You’re right. It isn’t very green at all” she said. She bent down and began to unbuckle her shoes and slide one foot out, pointing her toe at my face. “Want to see what my bitch boy likes to do?” with that she shoved her big toe past my lips so I was sucking it. As she forced more toes into my mouth, she leaned over and started kissing him.

She would move her foot around so that every toe was equally sucked on and licked. She started moving her hand down his chest as they kissed, again intertwining their tongues in a blatant way. I knew she was controlling the kiss to show me what they were doing, but I thought it was kind of hot. And it probably helped that I have a huge foot fetish, and absolutely love Mary’s sexy feet and toes.

She kept sliding her hand down his chest until she reached his belt. Paused, took her foot away from my mouth, still holding it in the air and looked over at me. “Would you like to see this massive cock that I fucked?”

“OK” I said. Just then she gave me a light slap with her foot.

“Excuse me, bitch boy. What was that?” I could see Chris snicker at this.

I then decided to play along, if I remained to act timid; most likely none of us would have any fun. I felt secure in her ‘safe word’ idea, and was pretty sure she wouldn’t push to far. I mean, after all she’s already fucked him, so what could watching them her hurt… and I was actually interested to see exactly how big he was, considering she went on and on about his size. “Yes, my queen… I’d love to see it.”

She undid his belt and removed it from him. She then undid his button on his dress pants. She stuck her hand down his pants, and opened her mouth as she looked at me. “Oh… it’s already so much bigger than yours and he’s not even hard yet.”

She slowly slid his pants down slightly, and pulled this rather large penis out. She began to stroke it as she continued her gaze on me. “Don’t you think the carpet is green, darling?” She asked me as she thumped his cock up and down.

“Yes, my queen… it is sort of green now that mention it.” I replied.

With that, she leaned in and took the head of his member into her mouth. I could see her tongue slide in and out of her mouth around his massiveness. “Mm mm…” she elated pushing her mouth further down his pole. Just then he moved his hand to the back of her head. It looked he was just moving with her head at first.

“Oh yes… suck that dick you little slut” he said pushing her head down with force. She could barely deep throat half of that monster thing, but I had to give her credit for trying. He then took his other hand and smacked her ass. “You like that, don’t you” he asked her.

This of course forced her to exert a rather loud grunt. I was now in amazement as I was watching my sexy wife, suck on this huge cock only feet from me. He was so much bigger than me, which turned me on even more. Not just the size of his dick, but overall massiveness of his whole body. She began to shove her foot back into my mouth as she sucked Chris. I had a raging hard on at this point, and began to undo my own pants. She quickly took her foot away, then again gave me a slap with it. It was still rather light, but harder than the previous one. She popped his cock out of her mouth, “What do you think you’re doing, bitch boy?” She asked me. “You’re not thinking of playing with your dick are you?”

I stopped undoing my pants, but did not move my hands away. I didn’t know if I was supposed to say yes, or ask. So, I decided to go with what they did in the movies… “May I please touch myself my queen?”

She remained stroking his dick as we spoke, and rubbing her toes on my lips. “Aw, does watching me suck this big fucking cock excite you, honey?”

It really did. I was so turned on right now. This was my all-time fantasy that I’ve had since I first met her ex-boyfriend, who just happened to be much taller and more built than me. I imagined how they used to fuck all the time, and he was actually one of the first men we used in our sex talks.

“Oh god yes my queen!” I exclaimed. I had almost forgotten the queen part, as this wasn’t our usual banter.

“I bet you do, bitch boy.” She went down on his cock a few more times then looked back up at me. “Not yet. I have other ideas for tonight, and I know you won’t be able to last if you start jerking that little dick right now.” She said, moving her foot back to the ground. She sat upright, the entire time never stopping her stroking. She motioned for Chris to stand up, and started to take his pants down. When she got his pants to sinop escort his ankles, she literally had to stretch her head up, to lick the tip of his dick.

After he stepped out of the pants, she threw them to the side then pushed him back to the couch. She stood, and raised her arms in the air. “Bitch boy, remove my gown.” She said as I jumped up and began to pull her form fitting gown up over her bottom. “No.” she turned her head toward me. “Get down and slowly pull it up.”

I crept down on my knees once more, softly picked the bottom of her gown from her ankles and slowly started to lift it up. When I got the gown over her ass, she stopped me, reached her hand back and grabbed the back of my neck. She then leaned herself forward stick out her rear, and grabbed my neck harder, shoving my face into her juicy buttocks. “Lick my ass hole, bitch boy” she said as she began to writhe, her hips in the motion of my tongue. With her other hand she made a come here motion to Chris, who stood and pointed his dick at her face. She grabbed his enormous shaft and forced it into her mouth. He put his hands back on her head and began to fuck her face as he pulled her hair in both directions of his arms.

Occasionally I would peak my head from between her cheeks to watch him. This is what she told me about, they did this that night she spent hours having sex with him. It was better than I imagined it looked. He was so forceful when he shoved his dick in her mouth. I was never that way when we had sex. I could feel the juice coming from her pussy as I licked all around her area. She was getting really turned on by what he was doing. I couldn’t believe she was enjoying being face fucked by such a big dick. Maybe she was finally becoming the size queen I wanted her to become. My wife was such as slut, and I loved her for that.

He stopped thrusting himself into Mary’s mouth and pulled her by the hair up to him. This in turn forced her to her tip toes, removing her ass from face. They began their deep tongue kissing again as I sat there with an impeccable view of my wife’s ass and pussy. I then saw his large hands reach around and grab her ass, and with a hand on each cheek, he lifted her up while she wrapped her legs around his waist. She then moved one hand between her legs, inserting his colossal cock inside her. I could see her pussy fill with that cock so clearly, it was amazing, her hole; which had seemed normal now seemed so tiny when taking his huge member.

He began to bounce her up and down on his penis, showing all nine inches as she went up and then quickly dropping her down to his sack. She gave out a few very loud screams of pleasure every time he would go down. As I lay under her, being bounced on a large dick I could see her feet begin to in twine below his knees. Her toes began to point as she let out a ecstatic “I’m coming!”

“Oh fuck yes, Chris… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I then saw the slippery white juices seep out of her pussy and cloud his cock every time he raised her up. I wanted to jerk my dick so badly, but she was right… I would have exploded right then and there, cutting my part of the night short.

He then started to grunt as well; “whose pussy is this Mary?” he questioned her.

“It’s yours Chris. It’s all yours!” She screamed. “Only yours, baby” she continued panting and moaning in ecstasy. “Oh god, I love your dick!” she continued. “Cum in my pussy, baby!” she then exclaimed. As soon as the words were uttered, I could hear him grunt with delight.

“I’m coming, you fucking slut” he said. “You’re pussy feels so good, I’m going to fill it for you and bitch boy.” Wait a second; did he just say he was coming for me as well? That took me by disbelief. What was that supposed to mean?

He pumped her up and down and few more times then stopped, continuing to hold her up started lustfully tongue kissing her. She let out a slight whimper and I could hear her say “Thank you, you are so amazing. I just love fucking you.”

She looked down at me, “Hey bitch boy, take your pants off.” I immediately stood and took them off, the sight of my wife fucking was still fresh in my mind and I could easily cum. “Now, lay down.” She started pointing again.

As I got flat on the floor, he lifted her off his cock and lowered her over me. With a leg on each side of my head, and my nose in her ass she squatted over me. I was so fucking horny I either wasn’t realizing what she was actually going to do, or just did not care. I moved my hands down to start stroking my dick, but before I could get there she slapped my hands away. “No.”

She then hovered over my face, looked back into my eyes and said “Now, I want you to eat all of his wonderful cum out of my pussy.” With that, she forced her body onto my face and began grinding her pussy into my mouth. She slid her entire area all over my face, from the crack of her ass to my nose, to her sweet clit. She then leaned over and grabbed my cock, still grinding on my face. She started to stoke me. “You can cum now, bitch boy; I think you ate enough cum to earn an orgasm.” I could not help it. I came more than I remember coming in a long time. I exploded everywhere; all over myself, all over her hands and arm and a lot on the floor too.

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Daniel Ch.07: a Proctor, President and Olivia

Daniel does an Irish Proctor, the President and the tattoo girl

WARNING: This new story adds to the Daniel series, the teacher at the all female private school. Within the series involves scenes of graphic sex including seduction, reluctance, cunnilingus, discipline, breastfeeding, anal and incest. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by female adults over eighteen years old.

My name is Daniel Johnson. I have my PhD in English Literature and am in New England and am now a Professor and Disciplinarian at an extremely private girl’s boarding and finishing school.

In my first story you can read were my dominance all started when I fucked a girl on the overnight train and then a woman from the hotel bar. The girl was the Dean’s over eighteen years daughter and the woman was the Dean’s wife and the girl’s mother. I fucked them both one night in my school quarters but was caught by that Dean. Situations changed and he offered me a full time assignment.

I have sex regularly with my over eighteen year old Independent Studies students, their Proctors, other teachers and odd pick-ups from females from the local college. Each Friday my senior Independent Studies students get a good fucking and girl-on-girl sex as we act out scenes from Gothic erotic novels.

After having at least monthly sex with Amelia the owner and President of this prestigious all female school she passed me the rains of being President. She moved a huge financial grant into my control. When she wanted a good fucking in my office she continued to use the newly installed small elevator to my quarters especially since she wanted the ‘desk treatment’ and was too old to climb the existing three flights of stairs.

However this story is from the second group of Independent Studies students and the President. I came back from Winter Break where I was a widow and well cared for by my three over eighteen year old daughters. The belly of my youngest daughter, EG, was just beginning to show my child. My daughters took turns draining my balls of cum while my cock found warm wet mouths, pussies and asses to make those deposits.

After triple teaming me that last night my daughters put me on the train in the morning weeping and kissing me goodbye for now. Guys boarding the train could only hope in their hidden thoughts for young females like mine wondering with illicit thought if they were my daughters. The Conductor finally had to pull my daughters back so the train could leave.

What a coincidence but Mr. Williams was my room attendant and told me several of my students were just down the hall. I had a busy dinner with my students buzzing all around me then I sat in the dining car.

Later I moved to the club car for some alone time. My attention to the Gothic novel I was reading was displaced by a pair of legs and the swish of a short but pleated skirt. Long raven black hair cascaded down her back reaching below where her ass had to be.

I thought the outfit; short skirt, white blouse and black and whites indicated a student; if not to our school then one of the other local private or religious schools. She looked my way quickly and I saw her deep green eyes and freckled cheeks. She swung into the same bench seat where Penelope had first sat and as I looked her obvious red panties were on display.

I made an ‘ahem’ noise and she looked my way. “Yes?” she said.

“You might want to sit a little more demurely,” I pointed.

“Are you in the habit of looking up a young woman’s skirt and looking at her knickers?”

“Well are you the type of young girl who sits in public and shows them off? If so then I’m the type of man who will gladly enjoy the show.”

“I’m not a young girl, as you said, I’m twenty one and on my way to be a teacher of First Years and their Proctor.” (First Years were actually 7th grade, the initial grade accepted to our prestigious school.)

“You have a lovely accent. Where are you from Ma’am?” I teased.

She laughed and her eyes sparkled. “I’m from Ireland and like I said I’m coming to America to be a teacher and my position is with a very prestigious women’s finishing school.”

“Well saints preserve us, are you now?” I said in my best Irish accent.

“And what might be your name young lady,” I teased again. “People where I’m headed call me, Master Daniel.”

She laughed. “Master, is it? Well since I won’t be seeing you again, my name is “Aine” (Awn-yah) and its meaning is linked to the goddess of summer. And with that I says my goodbye,” and with that stood to leave the club car.

When she was walking I rolled my fat cock up onto my outward thigh. Aine stopped to say something else and looked down. Her eyes locked onto my cock and she hissed when I purposely pulsed my thick length under my trousers. She stood there, frozen, as I pulsed my cock several times. She brought her fingers to her lips and moaned Amazon prime izle then turning swished out of the club car.

Soon after that I retired to my room. During the overnight train ride my door opened and quickly closed but the light from the passage way showed me it was a female figure. I heard the sound of clothing being removed then my covers were pulled back and I felt a naked female. I thought maybe one of my seniors was pushing the envelope and taking her chance for her pleasure.

The intruder reached into my boxers and fished out my long thick cock and slid her wet lips down my length. She coughed a bit when my fat cockhead hit the back of her mouth but breathed through her nose until it breached into her throat. She moaned on all my cock, half in her mouth and half down the tightness of her throat. She pulsed her throat tightening on my shaft driving me quickly to the edge.

She pulled back and let her spit and saliva roll down my cock then sucked it back up. She went at my cock like someone was gonna catch us and she wanted my cum. She brought me to the edge over and over but squeezed my cockbase to prevent me from blasting my cum down her talented throat.

She slid off my cock giving it one last kiss then moved over me on the sleeper bed. Her wet pussy settled on my chin then she moaned when my lips captured her clit. I sucked it hard pulling blood into that knot causing it to swell. My fingers slid between her naked pussy lips and entered her hot wet cave. She groaned as my two fingers moved with her and I licked and sucked her knot and drank the honey dripping from her pussy.

One of my techniques to help a woman cum is to rapidly roll my knuckles across her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her quim. My secret partner groaned deeply in her throat the trembled on my chin and fingers. Her thighs gripped my cheeks as she lost herself into a powerful climax.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” said a female with a distinct Irish accent.

My knuckles rubbed her through several climax aftershocks as I got a gift of pints of pussy juice to savor and drink down. “Oh fuck stop!” she groaned as she fell back on to my chest and belly. My hard cock lay against her cheek and a spry tongue licked my crown. She lay there breathing heavily for some time then rolled off, turned, and settled herself sitting on my groin.

Her hand grabbed my cock and I moaned as I felt my cockhead slide through what had to be a warm wet pussy. She held my cockhead between her pussy lips and against her clit and rode her cameltoe up and down my shaft. She rubbed my own underknot against her own swollen clit faster and faster.

Before I could spray her belly with my own hot thick cum she soaked my belly with her own hot juices. “Fuck!” she growled and let down more hot juices wetting my balls and the bed. The accent was not American. She trembled through additional climax aftershocks as she circled her clit with my captured cockhead. She pulsed the base of my cock shutting off my need to cum.

She groaned as she rose on her thighs and with determination worked my cock slowly into the opening of her hot tight pussy. She worked her hot wet opening side to side and up and down taking my thick cock up into her tight pussy. She let out a hissing breath once my cockhead entered into her oven. It was tight so she rose up then pushed down taking more cockshaft. After several minutes my fat cockhead tapped the hot roof of her pussy.

“Oh fuck, Master Daniel, your cock is destroying my little fanny. Oh fuck I be cumming Sir. I’m cumming just having worked your big cock into my fanny!” she groaned and wet the both of us again. “Your fat cock pulled on my clit and rubbed me into cumming! Oh fuck you feel so good!”

“You better be on birth control girl!” I groaned as she started riding my cock with her tight hot pussy.

Before I could acknowledge that it was Anie she started ridding my cock like a jockey going for the win. I grabbed her tits and squeezed hard also pulling on her nipples. She groaned and her tight pussy pulsed on my cock. I moved my hand down to where we were joined and pinched her swollen clit, pulling it and rolling it between my fingers.

“Oh fuck, Master Daniel, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she groaned trembling, my hands on her tits holding her up. I felt her hot juices run from her pussy soaking us again. “Your big cock is making me cum, Sir. Oh fuck here I go again!” she growled as her body trembled again as she dropped her tits onto my torso and shook like she was being shocked.

She groaned and bit into my shoulder so I slapped her bare ass several times. She moaned then kissed tenderly where she had bit me. I held her tightly as she trembled through climax aftershocks crunching my cock within her tight hot pussy. My visitor rubbed her clit on the base of my cock pushing herself over into another climax.

She couldn’t control herself and bit me again. My hand came down hard on her sweaty ass several blutv izle times and all she did was tremble on my cock. Her lips found mine and she kissed me deeply then tenderly as her tight pussy rode all along my cock, crown to base. She groaned and leaked hot juices when she took my cock deep and rubbed it against the doorway to her womb. She rubbed herself into another climax.

She kissed me all over then slid off my cock and the bed. She was on her knees and took my cock into her mouth and cleaned it of her thick pussy juice. She worked my cock again taking me to the top and holding me off. She slid to just my cockhead taking whatever pre-cum onto her tongue.

Her tight lips moved up and down my shaft sucking tightly on my crown trying now to get my huge dose. I let go and filled her mouth.

I felt her move and she grunted then she painted my cockhead with my hot cum. She did that several times then took my cum anointed cock back into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed several times moaning her pleasure. She cleaned my softening cock until satisfied then slid back into my bed. She moved her ass against me like spoons and pulled my hand onto her bare breast.

She was twenty one and could fuck like a champ. I’ll have to send the Irish Embassy a thank you letter, Not! It seemed she didn’t have enough as I woke to find my cock up into her tight fanny once more. (‘Fanny’ is ‘pussy’ in Ireland). She tenderly fucked her pussy on my cock until I hugged her tightly and filled her with my hot cum. I breathed rapidly as she coaxed the last of my cum from my balls into her hot oven.

“Thank you Master. I found that some of your senior students were on the train and I made fun of this old guy ‘Master Daniel’. They screeched and told me who you really were and if I wanted some of the best cock in all of New England that I’d better get it before we were on school property,” she said to explain.

She then gripped my hand to her breast once more. She twerked her ass on my cock when I gripped her mound of flesh and pulled out her hard nipple. I fell asleep with my cock in the crack of her ass. When the morning breakfast horn sounded she had left my bed.

“Knock, knock Master Daniel, it’s me Mr. Williams. Oh damn Master Daniel this room smells like dere was fucken gone on! Someone left her red panties here on da floor. You sure do get yous share of trim Master Daniel, you sure do get yous share of trim!” he said laughing.

He brought those pair of red panties from the middle of the cabin floor up to his nose and took a deep breath. “Damn dat some sweet smellen pussy! Yes Sir, dat some sweet smellen pussy!” He handed them to me and I brought them to my nose. They were soaked and fragrant with Anie’s pussy juices.

I asked him if he wanted them. Mr. Williams burst out laughing. “Oh no Sir! Dem dat got dem off is dem that keeps em!” and laughed strongly.

My cock twitched thinking about her mouth and pussy being around my cock and receiving my hot thick cum. I wondered when I could get her tied down on my desk and feel her Irish ass all over my cock. I dressed and put her panties in my pocket and went to the breakfast car. It was filled with other senior students and I got many ‘woo hoos’ and full on lips kisses.

Since we were off school property I got to look down unbuttoned blouses to eighteen year plus breast cleavage. The brave ones gripped my big cock under the table and rubbed up and down as they leaned in for a long deep kiss. They held my cock as they moaned through their French kisses.

I claimed my bag and the station platform was as busy as 9 1/2 with squealing students and the coaches to take them to school grounds. I went to my suite and unpacked then reviewed plans for the Spring Semester. I went to the cafeteria only to see a sign that service would start with breakfast. I was about to walk to town when a female called “Master Daniel, Master Daniel, Sir.” It was Wendy.

“The cafeteria is closed but I was on my way home. My mom is over and is cooking up something for dinner. Would you like to join us? My mom talks about you all the time asking if you were coming over again. I think my mom is more concerned with cumming off your cock,” Wendy burst out laughing.

She looked around quickly then reached up and kissed me deeply also rubbing my long thick cock. Since my life has changed I am not one to pass up some ‘no strings attached’ fucking. I told Wendy I would definitely come but not to call her mother. We turned towards the school apartments and I squeezed her ass hard. She moaned. “I’ve missed your cock Master Daniel; I have so missed your cock!”

Wendy opened the door and her mom, Cindy had her back to us at the stove. I walked behind her and slid my hands onto her matronly breasts and gave them a hard squeeze. “What’s for dinner Mom and more importantly what’s for dessert?” I asked while I tweaked her hard nipples.

“Oh Fuck, Mr. Daniel Sir. You scared the life out of me. I think I peed my beIN CONNECT izle panties!”

“Well let’s check,” I said as I slipped my hand under her skirt and palmed her pussy as she moaned and opened her thighs. I ran my fingers against the gusset of her panties and she was wet and got wetter the more I rubbed in the cleft between her labia. I circled her knot pushing it against her pubic bone and she let down a gush of juices.

I brought my wet fingers to her lips and her wet tongue snaked out and cleaned them. I leaned in and bit her neck then turned and sat at the table. Cindy trembled then took a deep breath and went about finishing dinner. Wendy plated the table in A+ Hospitality style.

We had a wonderful dinner but Cindy would not hold my eyes. Dessert was good and the table was cleared. The baby, Kattie, fussed so Wendy went in to feed her. She returned bare breasted and moved my chair and sat onto my lap. “This is for you Master,” Wendy groaned as she brought a hard nipple to my mouth. I sucked that nipple and all of her aureole into my mouth and drank the balance of her breast milk.

Wendy moved back and unbuckled my pants and I lowered them to the floor. Wendy dripped milk from her other breast onto her palm then coated my cockhead. She put the hem of her school skirt in her teeth then ran my cockhead between her wet labia. She wanted my cock and found the entrance to her pussy and took my cockhead into her heat.

Wendy groaned and slowly slid down my cock moaning as my thickness pushed out the walls of her hot sleeve. She settled on my lap taking as much of my long thick cock that would fit up to the roof of her pussy.

“Oh that feels so fucking good! I’ve longed for your huge cock to fill my ass or let me suck it off” she groaned as she brought the other nipple to my lips. I sucked the rest of her milk as she rode up and down my cock. Her pussy was one tight wet oven.

I bit her nipples and breast flesh as she rubbed herself under her skirt. I went to kick off my loafers and pants to prevent getting them wet from leaking pussy juices when Cindy knelt down and removed all that. I told her to stand and remove her blouse. Slowly each button opened until she removed her blouse and displayed her matronly tits.

I took one in my hand and squeezed then pulled on her hard nipple. Cindy groaned and leaned into my palm. I gave her other breast the same treatment. I ordered her to remove her skirt and panties. She unzipped and the skirt fell to the kitchen floor. She was not expecting getting fucked so she had on plain white panties. However there was a wet stain between her thighs.

I ordered her to turn around and slide them over her ass and down her thighs. I next ordered her to bend over and remove them and put them on the table. I ordered her to spread her legs and pull her ass cheeks apart. I could easily see her matronly pussy was dripping juices down her inner thighs.

I coated two fingers and brought them to her anus between her cheesy ass cheeks. She groaned as I circled her dark lips then slowly pushed my finger against her back door until it yielded and let my finger tip enter. I told her to hold onto the table while I fuck her daughter.

Wendy was riding my cock for all her pleasure. Her tight pussy was pulsing all along my cock as she rubbed her clit into a strong climax. She groaned and trembled going up and down my shaft taking my cock deep. “Oh fuck, Master Daniel, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she moaned and soaked us with hot juices.

Wendy was squeezing all along my cock riding it faster and faster. She was driving me closer and closer to my climax. Wendy’s nipples began spraying her milk as her thighs tightened on mine. She screamed behind her teeth and slammed down on my cock. My cockhead was gripped by the hot top of her pussy and pushed me over the edge.

My hot cum blasted against her cervix painting that doorway over and over. Wendy felt my heat and twerked on my cockhead taking all my cum up into her cavern. I felt her tightness milking my cock for all the cum I had with my strong climax. Wendy rubbed her clit against my thick cockbase and pushed herself into another climax.

Her juices soaked where we were connected and I felt her hot juices bathe my balls then run down my inner thighs. She trembled as she slowly rode up and down on my long thick cock letting it out to my crown then taking it all up deep. Wendy moaned and groaned having taken my cum in her pussy and not in her ass.

“Oh Master Daniel that was sooooo gooooood,” she groaned. “I’ve missed your cock during the Winter Break dreaming about when you would be inside me again. Oh fuck, I’m still feeling you fill my pussy with your thick cock. Oh you can have me anytime you want Master.”

“Wendy, I came in your pussy. You didn’t switch me to your ass.”

“Don’t worry Sir. I’m safe in my cycle,” she said then kissed me deeply; (she was not! See the epilog of Chapter 6.)

Wendy rose slowly and let my cum drip onto my cockhead and lifting her skirt watched it run down my cock and gather on my balls. She stood then gripped her mother’s hair and positioned her between my legs. “Clean Master Daniel’s cock Mother. Do a good job getting him hard again and I’ll let him fuck your naughty ass.”

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***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.

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Sandra had to pour herself another glass of wine. She had been drinking a lot of it lately, fearing she might become an alcoholic. But it was the only thing to help her get passed her troubles with her daughter, Megan, who was out with her douchebag boyfriend, Derek. She hated the name Derek; it was as if his parents saw what he was going to become when he grew up and just gave him a name to match.

She needed the extra wine after she saw on her daughters’ Instagram page a photo of her and Derek holding each other with the caption “True Love Never Dies.” It was only a week ago when she was with her daughter all night, consoling her after Derek broke it off with her, again. She vowed to never see him anymore, like she always did, and now she was out with him at a night club.

Her daughter had been on and off with Derek for about four years, since the summer after she graduated high school. She had just turned 18 and was hanging out with some friends on the beach when the then 26-year-old Derek spotted her and put his moves on her. She was flattered that a cute older guy was interested in her and it didn’t take long before she fell head over heels for him.

Sandra also fell for his act in the beginning. He was charming, helpful around the house and always knew what to say. She was concerned about him being older than Megan, but she trusted her daughter and saw no problems from him at the time. He did flirt with Sandra a lot in the beginning, but he never crossed any line so she assumed he was doing it in a friendly way, much like how her male friends sometimes would.

A few months into their relationship, things began to go sour and Derek abruptly broke it off with her. Megan was ok with it at first, then cried when she found out that Derek started seeing someone immediately after the break up. They eventually got back together, but then broke up a few months when she caught him cheating on her, then took him back again a few months later.

Megan did go out with other guys in between the breakups, many of them showed her a lot of respect. Sandra even set her up with a few guys shew knew, each one she had a lot of fun with and never mistreated her. But eventually, Derek snuck his way back into her life and used her like he always did.

When Sandra saw what was happening to her Megan, she tried her best to get it to stop. She spent months trying to convince Megan to permanently break it off with Derek. She tried to convince Megan that he was a fuckboy who was using her but she didn’t want to hear it.

Sandra’s friends warned her that by disapproving of their relationship it would only push them closer together. She saw some truth in it because the same thing happened between her and Megan’s father which led her to getting pregnant with Megan. Back in high school, Sandra had a boyfriend who was much like Derek. The more her parents disapproved, the more she wanted him They did break up in their senior year, when she was 17, but only because she found herself pregnant and he didn’t want to be part of it.

So, for the next several months, she didn’t interfere with their relationship. She didn’t show any approval of them, but nor did she try to interfere with them. She decided to just be nice and let it play out and hoped her daughter would come to the right decision on her own.

Unfortunately, the plan backfired spectacularly. Although they had broken up and got back together three more times during, Megan still found her way back to him when he came calling. Not only that, Megan thought her mother changed her mind about Derek and approved of him, which made her only want him more.

Even worse, Derek’s friendly flirting towards Sandra evolved to straight-up sexual harassment. Whenever Megan wasn’t around, he would make lurid comments to her and occasionally smacked or grabbed her ass. She was usually quick enough to stop him from putting his hands on her, but he was often quick and got her when she was least expecting.

Eventually, Sandra gave up being nice and went back to showing her disapproval about Derek; doubling down on showing how much she hated him. Again, it only made Megan want him even more.

Just after midnight, Megan came home with Derek. She could tell Megan had been drinking from the way she was moving.

“Hey, mom,” said Megan.

“Hey, Sandy,” said Derek.

“It’s Sandra,” she reminded him.

She didn’t mind being called Sandy, but only by her friends not by people she despised.

“We’ll see you in the morning,” said Megan.

They walked upstairs to Megan’s room; Derek gave Sandra a wink as he followed her.

Sandra didn’t mind if Megan brought a man home for the night. Megan was an adult and was going to have an active sex life. She also thought it was a good way to make sure she was alright, instead of wondering where she was most nights. Plus, Sandra had enough boyfriends spending the night Amazon prime izle with her over the years, and Megan was always ok about it.

The next morning, Sandra was in the kitchen getting the coffee pot ready. She was about to turn on the coffee machine when she was startled with a big smack to her backside.

“Good morning, Sandy,” said Derek.

He had smacked her ass as he walked past her to go to the fridge. He was shirtless, only wearing his jeans. He took out a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and began drinking it from the bottle.

“That’s disgusting,” said Sandra.

He finished the bottle and tossed it into the garbage.

“I needed to replenish my fluids after last night,” he said smiling. “If you’re curious of what I mean, I can show you.”

“You’re just committed to this douchebag stereotype, aren’t you?” replied Sandra.

“You know you like it, just like your daughter does,” he said as he walked a little closer to her. “I wonder how much the daughter takes after her mother.”

He tried to put his arm around her waist but she pushed him away and took a few steps back.

“Oh my God, you’re the worst,” said Sandra in disgust. “Don’t you have any shame.”

“Babe, you have no idea how shameless I can be,” he relied. “I can show you exactly how if you let me.”

“I really home my daughter is on birth control,” said Sandra.

Before Derek could respond with another crude comment, Megan came down the stairs to the kitchen wearing skimpy pink pajamas.

“Good morning, mom,” she said.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Sandra replied.

“Good morning, babe,” said Derek.

“Good morning to you too,” she replied and gave him a kiss.

The coffee maker finished brewing so Sandra made two cups for her and her daughter, and sat with her at the kitchen table. Derek went upstairs to get dressed and came back to the kitchen to say his goodbyes; before he told Megan he took $40 from her purse and promised to pay her back. Sandra rolled her eyes in annoyance again because she knew how he never paid her back when he took money from her.

Derek said his goodbyes and left through the front door.

“He did it again,” said Sandra. “He smacked my ass.”

“He was being nice to you,” said Megan. “You have a nice ass, take the compliment.”

“How about when talks about fucking his girlfriend’s mother, am I supposed to take that as a compliment as well?”

“Oh, come on, mom, not this again,” said Megan rolling her eyes. “He playing around, he doesn’t actually mean it. Also, he would never cheat on me with my own mother.”

“Trust me, he’s definitely the type who would if given the chance,” replied Sandra. “Besides being a douchebag, he’s a total fuckboy who would screw anything with a whole in it. But knowing how this has been going for so many years, if he did fuck me, you would still take him back.”

“Oh, no,” replied Megan. “That kind of violation can never be forgiven.”

Sandra noticed how serious Megan looked when she made that statement. Some crazy thoughts were going through her mind and she wanted to know more about from her daughter.

“So, if he were to ever fuck me, he would be gone from your life for good?”

“Of course,” said Megan. “I mean, it’s bad enough that he has cheated on me in the past, him fucking you would be the ultimate form of betrayal. No matter what he says or does to try to get me back, all I will be able to think about is how he has so little respect for me that he would do such a thing.”

Sandra was getting very curious about the whole subject.

“At least I know you have some kind of limit with him.”

“But that’ll never happen,” replied Megan. “You made it abundantly clear on how much you hate him.”

“Yes, I do,” said Sandra as she sipped her coffee.

Megan finished her coffee and went to get dressed so she could go to work.

Sandra got herself another cup of coffee and thought about the conversation she just had with Megan. An insane, yet perfect idea of how to get rid of Derek once and for all had came out of nowhere and fallen on her lap.

It was a crazy thought, but she seriously considered the idea. She was sure Derek would fuck her if given the chance. And if Megan was sincere about what she told her, it would be the end of Derek and she would eventually be forgiven for her part in it. She was sure if she did it just to prove how awful Derek was, Megan would forgive her even faster.

The only part of the idea she hated most about it was the thought of having Derek have his way with her. Sandra had her share of bad relationships with men like him, Megan’s father being one of them, but none were as bad and Derek was. She felt disgusted with the idea of letting Derek put his dick in her.

She finished her second cup of coffee and went to get dressed to get to work as well. She pushed away the idea she had from her mind. She may be desperate to get rid of Derek from her and her daughters’ life, but even for Megan, blutv izle she didn’t think she could ever go through with it.

She went to work at the beauty parlor where she was a hair stylist and the assistant manager. It was an easy day for her; a lot of simple hairstyles she had to do, only a couple of dye jobs. She was actually hoping for a busier day so she wouldn’t have to think too much about her daughter and the only idea she could think of to get finally get rid of Derek.

When she got home in the evening, she found her daughter crying on the couch. She didn’t have to ask what it was about; she knew instantly. She held her daughter as she cried on her shoulder; through her tears and whimpers she explained how Derek, once again, cheated on her, this time with a stripper, who he got pregnant.

Throughout the entire time she was consoling Megan, she was secretly hoping in her mind that this meant Derek was finally out of the picture. She hoped that he would do the right thing for once and be with his stripper girlfriend to take care of his kid, that way he would be out of Megan’s life for good.

A week later, when it seemed like Megan was looking to move past Derek, Sandra was on the verge of introducing her to the son of a friend of hers who had just came out of the Marines and going to school to be a lawyer. She was sure they would make a good match, especially since Megan has expressed interest in military men in the past. But before she could bring up the subject, Megan had some news of her own.

“Derek and I are back together and moving in with each other,” said Megan.

“What the fuck?” Sandra yelled.

They were having dinner together, a new tuna casserole recipe that Sandra was trying out. They were having a good time until Megan suddenly blurted out that news.

“What about the stripper he knocked up?”

“It’s not his fault, she told him she was on the pill and tricked him into getting pregnant,” Megan replied. “Now he’s stuck with having to take care of a kid.”

“She tricked him? And you actually believe that?”

“Why would he lie about that,” said Megan.

Sandra felt like smacking her daughter, but held back.

“And what, you’re going to help take care of his kid?”

“I think I would make a good stepmother,” said Megan.

“Stepmother?” said Sandra with a surprised look. “Are you talking about getting married?”

“Not yet, but if we move in together, it will happen eventually,” said Megan.

Sandra shuddered at the thought of her daughter actually marring Derek and being a stepmom to his bastard child he got from knocking up a stripper. She wasn’t sure if Derek would actually go through with them moving in with each other, but she really didn’t want to take the chance. Even if he backs out of the idea, Sandra was sure he would find his way back into Megan’s life.

She also considered what would happen if Derek got Megan pregnant also. The thought of Megan having his child scared Sandra Immensely. She liked the idea of being a grandmother, especially at a young age where she could watch it grow up. But the idea of her daughter having his baby made her feel ill.

She felt she had no choice of the matter. As disgusting as the idea sounded, the only way she could think of getting rid of Derek was to get caught having sex with him. Megan specifically told her it would be the ultimate act of betrayal that cannot be for forgiven and she could not think of any other plan to get rid of him. She would do anything for her daughter, even if she had to do something so degrading.

Over the next week, Sandra planned out how she was gong to go through with it all. She could easily get Derek to have sex with her, it wouldn’t be hard for a man like him. But she needed to find the right moment and have it done the right way. If it all went wrong, Megan would never forgive her and she would end up letting Derek have sex with her for no reason.

The perfect moment finally came one morning when she woke up early and she heard Megan in the bathroom. She and Derek had spent another night together in her bedroom. Sandra felt a little lucky because it was Derek who was usually up earlier.

Sandra went to the kitchen fast and dumped out whatever was left of the orange juice and threw away the empty bottle. She then began setting up the coffee machine like she always did in the mornings.

“Good morning, mom,” said Megan. She had shown up wearing her normal skimpy pajamas.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

Megan went to the fridge and noticed the orange juice was gone.

“We’re out of OJ?” said Megan. “Derek is going to be disappointed.”

“He’s still asleep, why don’t you go to the store get some?” Sandra suggested.

“Good idea,” Megan replied.

“And while you’re there maybe you can get us just a few things so we can all have breakfast together.”

“All of us?” asked Megan.

“I figure if he’s definitely going to be in our lives, I should make more of an effort to be nicer to him.”

Megan beIN CONNECT izle smiled with delight.

“I’m so glad to finally hear you say that,” she said as she gave her mother a hug.

Megan went to get dressed quickly while Sandra made out a list of things for her to get. It was only a few things, just enough to keep her out of the house for just right amount of time she needed. There was a chance Megan would be out longer or come back sooner than expected, but it was a risk she needed to take because she wasn’t sure how many chances she would be getting.

As soon as Megan left the house, Sandra made sure she had the right look she needed. She went to her bedroom to put on a black negligee and over it a short silk robe that covered everything up top but showed enough of her legs. She thought about putting on a little makeup and perfume, but thought it wouldn’t look right for a morning look. Instead, she just fixed her hair a little and put on some scented lotion. She wanted to look sexy but not too obvious about it.

She felt lucky she had a kid 17. At age 39, she still looked pretty young, often mistaken for Megan’s older sister which she loved hearing. She had beautiful long blonde hair, a good body from a workout routine she always sticks to, and good size D-cup breasts that her friends were jealous of because they were still very firm for her age. It was because of this, she still had plenty of men coming after her and maintained a good sex life.

She heard Derek go to the bathroom and quickly went back to the kitchen. She grabbed her smartphone and placed it close by. She turned on a recording app she recently downloaded and tested several times. She made herself a cup of coffee and heard him come down the stairs. She stood by the coffee maker with had her back turned while drinking from her mug, pretending not to hear him coming from behind.

“Nice robe, Sandy,” said Derek.

She braced herself for what she knew was coming which was another big slap to her ass. This time he didn’t just smack her ass, but gave it a good grab as well. Even when she knew it was coming, it still hurt.

Derek, was once again shirtless and wearing just his shorts. He went to the fridge and noticed the orange juice was gone. Instead, he went for the half-gallon of milk and began drinking straight bottle.

“Where’s Megan?” asked Derek.

“She was called into work early,” Sandy replied.

She hoped that Derek wouldn’t check his phone to see if he got a text from her and he didn’t; she assumed he just didn’t care enough about Megan to check. Instead, he just continued drinking from the milk bottle.

When he was done, he put the milk back in the fridge and then took a good look at Sandra in her short silk robe.

“You’re looking extra fine today, baby,” said Derek.

“Do you really plan to move in with my daughter?” Sandar asked, getting straight to the point.

“I thought about it,” Derek replied. “But let’s face it, it’ll never work out. But it’s a good way to keep leading her on as I always do.”

“So, you actually admit that’s what you have doing to her this whole time?”

“Hey, it’s her fault for not learning her lesson by now,” he replied. “I just keep making apologies and she keeps taking me back even though she knows what’s going to happen.”

Sandra took a few steps closer to him.

“And I’m assuming you’re being this blunt with me because you think Megan would never believe me if I told her this, am I right?”

“You haven’t been able to convince her to cut me loose by now despite all the evidence,” he said. “So, it doesn’t matter what I say to you.”

Sandra got even closer to him, enough for him to smell her scented lotion.

“I really want you out of my daughter’s life,” she told him. “What will it take for you to finally be gone?”

Just as she hoped, Derek was too distracted by her appearance to really think clearly. He reached up his hands and opened the front of her robe a little to take a good look at her cleavage. Sandra didn’t stop him and gave him a fake smile.

“There is something I’ve always wanted,” he began to say. “If I finally get it, I think it would be the incentive I need to finally be done with your family and move one.”

“So, if I let you fuck me, you would finally leave Megan alone for good?” Sandy asked.

“Of course,” he said. “I’ll get what I wanted, after all.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” she asked.

“I’ve been getting very bored playing around with your daughter,” he said. “It was fun in the beginning using her like I do, but eventually it became less sporting the way she takes me back so easily. The least she could do was make it a challenge and make harder for me to get back into her life, but it was all too easy.”

“And I’m a bigger challenge?”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Fucking my girlfriends’ mom would be the ultimate goal.”

“So, we have a deal then?” she asked. “You fuck me, and you leave Megan alone.”

“Yes,” he said. “After I finally stick my dick in you, I’m done with your idiot daughter.”

Sandra had to hold back her disgust throughout the whole conversation, especially for the last part. She undid the belt of the robe and let it fall to the ground, showing him the negligee, she was wearing.

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“Jack, the door!” I went to stand up fully, unclasping my hands from where they were wrapped around my ankles.

“No!” he cried, pressing my head back down until my nose nearly touched my shins. “Stay there. I ordered room service while you were in the bathroom.”

“Jack!” I moaned, knowing that when he opened the door, the waiter would see me jackknifed in front of the bed, wearing only a pair of black fishnets and four-inch heels, my ass filled with a clear butt plug and my pussy swollen and dripping wet underneath. I was just glad that I could hide my red face behind my legs.

“Hi, bring it on in,” Jack said, and the words made my heart lurch and my belly clench. My first instinct was to run, to cover myself, but I fought it, feeling even more blood fill my face.

The dishes on the tray clattered as the cart—and the person pushing it, I presumed—moved into the room. I was lightheaded enough already from being upside-down, but now I really felt faint.

“Thanks, we’re starving,” Jack remarked as the door swung closed. “What do I owe you?”

“Uh…” It was a male voice, young, and I closed my eyes, willing myself anywhere else but here. “W-we charge it to your room, sir.”

“Good enough, then here’s your tip,” Jack said. He was still wearing his jeans, but no shirt, and I heard him dig his wallet out of his back pocket.

“Th-thank you, sir. That’s very generous of you.” The young man’s voice shook, and I wondered what he could possibly be thinking. Part of me really wanted to know, I discovered.

“No, thank you,” Jack said. “We’re working up quite an appetite.”

“I can see that, sir,” the young man replied, and I swear I could feel his eyes on me, looking at the glass butt plug spreading my ass wide open, allowing for a clear view inside, according to Jack. My pussy was soaking wet and throbbing.

“You like what you see?” Jack asked and I groaned softly, gripping my ankles tight.

“Uh…” There was a moment of quiet, and I couldn’t contain my curiosity. I poked my head out around my legs, seeing a young man standing at the doorway. His eyes were round as saucers under a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles that made them look even larger, and he ran a hand through his short dark hair as he stared at me.

“You can say so,” Jack replied, and I looked at him. He was smiling at me, his eyes bright. “She’s something, isn’t she?”

I couldn’t believe he was doing this, and while my head screamed that I should run to the bathroom and lock the door right this minute, my body seemed to be responding to this humiliation. A slow heat was spreading through my pelvis and my pussy ached.

“Y-yes, sir,” the young man breathed, shifting from foot-to-foot.

Jack clapped him on the back, turning him with his big body. “Well, thanks again.”

“You’re welcome.” I saw him glance over his shoulder as Jack propelled him out the door.

The young man was facing me, and he licked his lips, looking at Jack. “Leave the cart outside your door when you’re finished. And if there’s anything else you need… anything… just let me know. Ask for Lloyd when you call down, okay?”

“Will do.” I could hear Jack grinning as he shut the door.

“Jack!” I gasped, watching him walk toward me, the upside-down view making me dizzy. “What were you thinking?!”

He chuckled, coming up behind me and grasping my hips, rubbing denim against my skin, his zipper biting me as he pulled me roughly back, shoving the butt plug in to its maximum depth, making me fully aware of it again. His cock was hard—I could feel it like an iron bar between us.

“What did you think of Lloyd?” he asked, his fingers kneading the flesh of my ass, his hips rocking, pressing the butt plug rhythmically into me. “Or, better yet, what do you think Lloyd thought of you?”

“He probably thought I was a slut,” I murmured, feeling his hand moving between us, searching for the smooth skin of my lips and finding them.

“Don’t you like being a slut?” he asked, sliding two fingers into my pussy. “Don’t you want to be my little slut?”

I moaned as he started moving his fingers, twisting them in my wetness. They made a wet sound as they moved in and out of me, faster and faster.

“Oh Jack,” I cried, feeling his thumb on my clit, finally, my whole body responding and beginning to quiver. “Yes!”

“Tell me,” he said, pushing his fingers in deep and keeping them there, his thumb strumming my clit, focused, practiced and precise. “Tell me that you’re my little slut.”

“Yes!” Gasping, I arched my back, the sensation between my legs so intense I could barely breathe. “Yes, yes, I’m your little slut… your naughty, dirty little slut.”

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, and I could hear his zipper coming down. “Did you like Lloyd seeing you with your bare ass up in the air?”

His cock was out, pressing where his fingers had been, parting my lips.

“Oh god!” I cried, feeling him move forward, grabbing escorts in london my hips and shoving himself hard into my pussy. I felt off-balance, reaching toward the floor to steady myself.

“Put your hands on your ankles,” Jack instructed, his cock buried to the hilt, now, pushing the butt plug deep with his weight.

I did what he asked, gripping my ankles so tight that the fishnets made criss-cross patterns on my palms. He was fucking me, pulling his cock out slow, nearly all the way out, before plunging back in, hard. I had never felt so completely filled.

“I think you liked it,” he murmured, pulling me back into the saddle of his hips and keeping me there. “Does it get you hot, knowing you made his cock hard? He’s going to go find the nearest bathroom and jack off, you know, thinking about you bent over with this butt plug shoved into your tight little asshole.”

I moaned as he twisted it in my ass, sending a shiver through me. The thought of that man—little more than a boy, really—jerking off and imagining me, made my knees weak. I might have collapsed if Jack hadn’t been holding onto me so tight.

“He wanted to fuck you,” Jack said, moving his cock in me again, short strokes. “He wanted to fuck your hot, wet little cunt, just like this.”

“Oh, Jack,” I moaned, my pussy on fire, my asshole spread around the shaft of the butt plug, stretched so tight that I could barely stand it.

“Think you’d like that?”

He grabbed me, pulling me to fully stand and turning me around to face him. The world tilted, the blood pounding in my head, my face tingling as he kissed me, hard, plunging his tongue deep. I couldn’t stay standing, and he sensed my collapse, gripping my arms and pressing me back onto the bed, spreading my thighs with his as he entered me again, fucking me while holding both of my wrists above my head.

“Does it feel good, both of those holes being filled?” he grunted into my ear, his cock driving in. I felt stretched open, the sensation beyond anything I’d imagined, as he pounded into me again and again. “Tell me, baby.”

“Yes, yes,” I gasped, my nails digging hard into his back. “Oh I love both of my hot, tight little holes being filled. Fuck me hard, Jack, make me cum for you!”

He groaned, thrusting deeper, faster, my whole body jolting with the impact, my pussy throbbing and aching for release. I was so close, panting, clutching him, fucking him back as much as I could, working toward my orgasm. When it came, I bit his shoulder, the spasms shuddering through me, my pussy squeezing the length of his cock and my asshole contracting, threatening to expel the butt plug, but he kept it pressed deep into me with his weight.

“Oh Jack,” I whispered, breathless, as he pulled out of me, still hard and glistening with my juices. “Oh, god, that was so good.”

“Hold your legs back,” he instructed, his fingers gripping the wide end of the butt plug, wiggling it back and forth it my ass and making me squirm.

I grabbed my knees, watching as he slowly eased the clear, hard length out of my asshole, feeling every ridge as it slid out, slippery with K-Y, my muscles contracting, in a hurry to resume their proper shape. He set the butt plug up on the night table and opened the drawer, reaching in and pulling out the rabbit vibrator and another bottle of K-Y and setting them on the bed next to me.

“What are we going to do with that?” I asked, looking up at him with wide-eyes.

“You’ll find out,” he said, slipping his jeans and shorts down his hips and then straddling me, moving his hard cock up towards my mouth. He pressed the head to my lips, rubbing it there, still slick with my juices. “Suck.”

I took him in, rolling my tongue around the head and pulling the skin taut with my hand the way I knew he loved.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned as I sucked him deeper, using my other hand to grab his ass and pull him in, the muscles tight and hard.

His cock throbbed against my tongue, and I licked the taste of me off his shaft, all the way down to the base and back up again. The feel of him in my mouth made my pussy ache, and I longed for something, the throb between my legs incredible. After being so filled, I felt empty now, and wanted more.

I was eager, sucking him greedily, moving my head up and down his length, using my mouth like a tight, wet cunt, just a hot, wet channel for him to fuck. He groaned and grunted, thrusting over my tongue, hard into my throat, making me gag a little, but neither of us cared. I tasted his pre-cum and swallowed, loving the taste of us together.

“Okay, okay,” Jack gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back, easing his cock out of my mouth. I reached my tongue out for him, using the tip to lick at the head, my eyes on his.

“Hungry little slut,” he murmured, and I smiled as he slid between my thighs and grabbed the tube of K-Y.

I watched as he squirted some over the head of escorts in london his cock, still wet from my mouth.

“Pull your legs back, again,” he said, and I did, feeling him resting against my aching asshole. I hadn’t realized how stretched I was from the butt plug until his cock touched that crinkled little hole.

“Oh god,” I whispered, my nails digging to my knees as I pulled them back, feeling him pressing forward. It didn’t matter that I had been stretched open for nearly half-an-hour, that tight band of muscle had managed to contract down again and was pursed against his entry.

“Easy,” he murmured, one hand on my thigh, the other guiding his cock.

He shifted his weight, pressing in, and I gasped as the head of his cock sought entrance and slipped past the constriction, the puckered hole of my ass opening at his insistence. There was a familiar concession as he slid slowly into that dark, private orifice, and I while I had to submit, allowing him access to my tight, dimpled flesh, it was a gentle acquiescence. The butt plug must have stretched me open more than I realized, because he’d never been able to slip in so easily before.

“Ready?” he asked, leaning into me, the length of his cock moving to search my depths.

I sighed, closing my eyes as he made his way in, much faster than ever before, until I felt his pelvis pressed tight against my ass. He started sliding back out, my flesh relieved, as it always was, at the thought of being free of the obstruction, but then he pressed back in again, making me moan. It was always such a shock, feeling the delicate flesh there giving in to him, buckling under his hard heat and weight as he made his way along that fissured passage.

I always felt so humbled in these moments, the heat of such an intimate, secret part of my body being opened and entered, the shame of it slowly being overridden by the wicked, carnal delight of it. We did that push-pull for a few moments, and he would stop when he was almost all the way out, rubbing his cock head against the tight ring there, the one that seemed to want to squeeze him right back out. He teased the hole with the ridge of his flesh, before pressing back into my dark recesses again. He did that until I was rocking under him, moaning and panting out loud.

“Feel good?” he asked, sliding his fingers through my pussy lips.

I nodded, my eyes half-closed, feeling myself being carried away. His thumb found my clit, moving in circles, making me moan. He’d never had such easy access before, and it surprised me, how open and exposed I was to him, his cock buried in my ass as he rubbed my pussy.

“So tell me the truth,” he murmured, watching my face as he fucked me, slow now, still teasing my asshole when he eased himself back. “Did you like Lloyd looking at you?”

I remembered the look of lust on the young man’s face, the way his eyes moved over me, and I nodded, feeling a heat spreading through my cheeks.

“He wanted you,” Jack said, sliding two fingers into my pussy. “He wanted this wet little cunt. Think he’d ever seen anything shoved up a woman’s ass before?”

“Oh!” I gasped as his fingers started moving in me, in and out, the same rhythm as his cock.

“I bet Lloyd would love to fuck your ass,” he breathed, his eyes on mine. The thought made me breathless. “Would you like to feel his hard cock sliding into your tight little asshole, baby? See the look his face as he took a woman’s ass for the first time?’

“Jack!” I gasped, squirming under him at the thought. It turned me on more than I was willing to admit.

“Lloyd could fuck your sweet ass,” he went on, plunging his cock deep into that hot, constricted tunnel, making me moan. “And I could slide into to your pussy… would you like that, baby? Being filled by two cocks?”

“Oh god,” I whispered, closing my eyes to it, my pussy throbbing with wanting. The fantasy had completely captured me.

The thought of being opened up and filled like that made me feel faint. I could imagine that stunned young man—Lloyd—sliding his cock into my ass for the first time as I knelt on the bed over Jack. I would have to guide him, show him, reach underneath and use my own hand to press him past that tight resistance. Then to have Jack slide his cock into me, too! Oh god!

“Jack!” I cried, feeling something hard pressing against the entrance of my pussy and looked down to see him holding the vibrator.

“Let’s see if you’d like it,” he breathed, twisting the cock-like head around as he pressed it slowly in.

“Oh, wait!” I cried, the hard shaft beginning to fill me, opening me wide. It was already halfway in and I felt some sort of maximum stretch burning between my legs. I had to get used to it, the sensation so intense I felt like I was going to burst.

“I can feel it,” he told me hoarsely, stopping for a moment, wiggling the vibrator, twisting it around. “There’s just a thin layer of flesh between my escort service cock and this one.”

“Does it feel good?” I asked, looking up at him, my eyes wide.

He nodded, groaning, pressed it in deeper, making me gasp. I could feel the head of it wanting to go further, and he eased it in, more, and more still, until it was buried inside of my pussy. I trembled, looking down at the little rabbit sitting on top of the shaft resting against my slit, his ears nudging my clit.

“Turn it on,” I begged, and he did, the rabbit buzzing softly, making me moan and squirm. His cock jumped—I could feel it in my ass, the muscles of that tight passage very sensitive to the rhythmic throb of his shaft.

“Can you feel that?” I asked, watching his face as he turned the vibrator up even further, the hum sending shivers through me.

“Yeah,” he gasped, pulling his cock slowly out and pressing it back in. “It’s good.”

I was stretched wide, my skin taut, but everything slippery wet and swollen as he started moving the cock inside of my pussy in time with his cock in my ass. His flesh was softer and had more give, more delicious heat, but the vibrator hummed, the little rabbit’s buzz traveling up the hard shaft, deep inside of me.

“Oh god, look at that,” I moaned, arching against him, curling around so I could watch myself get fucked by two cocks at once.

He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes moving over my face. “Wait… there’s more.”

I cocked my head at him and then looked down between my legs, where he pressed a second button on the vibrator. Something came to life inside of my pussy, the shaft of the cock there making a rhythmic hum, and I remembered the rotating beads buried in the length of the dildo.

“Jack!” I gasped, collapsing back fully on the bed, my heels falling to the sheets, the points digging into the mattress so I could press back, up against him.

“Feel good?” he whispered, pushing the button, driving those beads around and around at the sensitive entrance of my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I cried as he began moving everything at once, his cock like steel heat in my ass, the vibrator stimulating my clit and my cunt together, in and out in a rocking rhythm that made everything feel swollen and thick between my thighs.

“You’re so tight like this!” he gasped, his eyes closing as he started to fuck me, his cock not teasing anymore, but taking long, hard strokes as he shoved the vibrator deep into me.

He was driving forward, now, leaning into me, shoving my thighs back as he took my ass, the cock buried in my cunt making us both moan with its steady hum. Jack was growling and grunting as he slid into the tight, puckered heat of my asshole, pounding me so hard that our flesh made a wet slapping sound as we came together again and again.

Lost in the pleasure of it, he grabbed my ankles and pressed my knees back practically to my ears and I slipped my hand between us, searching for the vibrator and fucking myself with it, wanting more, not just to be filled but to be fucked hard in both holes, completely taken. The only thing missing was something to fill my mouth, and I grabbed Jack’s hand, taking his finger into my mouth and sucking hard.

Watching me, Jack moaned, thrusting even deeper, and I knew I wasn’t going to last. I wanted to—I loved feeling filled like that, two hard cocks seeking the center of my flesh, buried to the hilt and exploring my depths. The heat in my belly was too much, the buzz between us a driving force, and I knew I was going to explode.

I sucked hard on the finger in my mouth, moaning and squirming under his weight, feeling the swell of my orgasm breaking over me, pushing that taut ache in my belly past the point of no return. My pussy contracted around the vibrator, the rabbit’s slippery ears buzzing my clit into ecstasy, and my asshole spasmed tightly around Jack’s slick length. I was carried away completely, moaning and whimpering as the pleasure shuddered through my body.

“Oh fuck!” he cried, feeling my ass clamping down on the head of his cock.

I knew he couldn’t hold back, then, and he shuddered, bucking his hips into me as he started to cum, too. He strained against me as his cock erupted, spilling his hot cum in generous, swelling waves, exploding into the deep, humid cavity he thrust hard into again and again. There was so much, I couldn’t contain it, and I could feel his cum slipping down the crack of my ass toward the bed as he shoved his length into me.

I groaned, sliding the buzzing vibrator out of my wetness and tossing it, still humming, onto the bed. Jack leaned over me, kissing my cheek, my ear, his cock softening slowly. It stayed in my ass, though, until he shifted his weight, pulling the length of it out with a slick “pop.” He rolled off me, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Hungry?” he asked, glancing over at the cart.

“Starving!” I agreed.

“Good,” he said, smiling, leaning over and biting playfully at my nipple, making me squeal. “Hope you’re still in the mood when I call Lloyd to come get the cart.”

I stared at his broad, strong back as he sat up, my heart racing. “Are you serious?”

“Maybe.” He grinned at me and winked.

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Hi. My name’s Cindy and I’m 19 years old. My boyfriend Johnny is 18. Puberty hit us both pretty hard, I started smiling, he stopped being so painfully stupid. Then he asked me out. I’m 5’4 and he’s 6’0 so he’s noticeably taller, but fortunately grew into his nose. I traded in the cute pink dress from my childhood for a skin tight pink tank top that shows off my perfect 36C boobs and pleated black mini skirt that barely covers supple ass. Billy still wears a striped tee and jeans, and red ball cap over his orange mop of hair. His hair hangs into his face sometimes, like now we’re sitting in our black convertible with the top down. Traffic is stopped so he has his eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of the wind. His muscles look nice in the sun, but I wonder if he’s fallen asleep. A mischievous grin crosses my face and I reach over and grab his dick through his jeans. He gasps and his eyes snap open, jumping and putting his hands on mine. They’re big and warm and envelop my petite ones completely. “What’s that for?” He asks. His voice is deeper than that childish squeal he had as a child.

“I wanted to know if you were sleeping.” I smiled innocently, feeling him harden under my hand. I begin massaging slowly and he lets out a moan. I feel my yellow hair move in the wind.

“We’re in public.” He whines.

“I know.” I respond with a little squeeze and pull. He whimpers and throws his head back, biting escorts in london his lip to suppress another moan. I reach over with my free hand and pull his hands off mine. He looks at me, eyes darkened by lust as I put his hand under my skirt. I gasp as he runs his thumb over my clit and move my hips trying to get more, but he keeps toying with me. How frustrating.

“Johnny.” I growl. He chuckles but doesn’t do anything more. I let go of his hand and force my way through traffic to pull onto the shoulder of the road. I push the button and the roof comes up, giving us shade and hiding us from the eye of the public. He’s watching me, his hand on my pussy, mine on his dick. As soon as we’re in park I hop on him, straddling his waist and grinding down onto him. He moans loudly. I pull his shirt off and drag my nails down his chest, over the peaks of his abs. He arches into it. I run my fingers through his hair and he shuts his eyes and leans back, giving me permission to do as I wish. I capture his lips in mine, biting and sucking his lip and swirling our tongues together. His hands rub my sides, brushing against my breasts as I grind down on him. “More.” I demand when we break. He complies with a smile, pulling my tank top over my head, and taking a moment to look me over. Then my bra, he’s gentle and slow, before grabbing my breasts with each hand roughly. He pulls and squeezes them and it hurts but sets escorts in london my pussy on fire. One hand moves to my pussy, pushing a finger in as he puts my nipple in his mouth. He adds two more fingers after a moment, and switches nipples, ramming in and out of me as I spasm on top of him. I push away from him enough to get my skirt off and he yanks his pants and boxers off.

“Where?” He asks. Ever the accommodating lover. Almost like he’s trying to make up for being so stupid when we were growing up together. I don’t respond, just get on my knees and take his thick penis in my hands. He smiles, knowing the best blow job is coming his way, no gag reflex here. I smile back. He grabs the arm rests in an attempt to ground himself, as I take the head into my mouth. I intend for this to be slow and tortuous. I clamp the base with one hand to prevent cumming, and he thrusts but I just keep the head in my mouth and no more. With my free hand I begin pumping the shaft, swirling my tongue on the head, but his need is stronger than his will. He grabs the back of my head and begins fucking my mouth as hard and fast as he can, pushing his way down my throat. I massage his balls, and he cums down my throat. He sighs in relief but doesn’t get soft yet. I put my butt on his chest, and wiggle it waiting for him to use me. His hands glide up my thighs to my hips and lowers me to his dick, and I line it up with my asshole. escort service He thrusts deep into me, and I start bouncing up and down moaning in pleasure as he reaches around to finger my pussy.

I feel like I’m being impaled he’s going so deep into my asshole. He’s grunting and licking my neck, biting and leaving sloppy kisses, his free hand going to my breasts. But then he stops, and I let out a noise of complete distress, I’m not done. He slides out of me, and puts me down on the seat, moving to crouch between my legs. He runs a finger along my pussy smiling and making me groan. I throw my head back and scream in annoyance. I think he’s going to eat me out, I feel his tongue lick me once, but then suddenly he’s pushed his entire dick in my pussy. He’s slamming in, and ripping back out at a blinding speed. The force pushes me back into the seat and I scream in pleasure. I feel him harden inside me and cum writhing and spasming around him, calling his name in ecstasy as he cums in my pussy. I smile and switch us around, getting on my knees in front of him, pushing my boobs together and putting his dick between them. His eyes looked glazed over, as I bob up and down on his dick, feeling it harden already. Each time it peeks up I lick the head. He grips the arm rests and cums the last of his load on my chest and I scoop it up and into my mouth while he watches.

“We should get back on the road.” I smirk.

“We should put clothes on.” He laughs.

“You look better like this.” I say pouting. He laughs and we get dressed. He sleeps the rest of the drive, and I’m glad I wore him out. When we get home I’m going to have him writhing in pleasure and agony.

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