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I am sitting on my couch. I had just had my cock ridden my my sexy mother in law, Anne, shooting my cum deep inside her. Meanwhile my wife, Tish, was fingering Annes clit bringing her to a second orgasm of the night.

So now Anne is sitting on my lap with an ear to ear grin as my cock slowly delfates inside her. Tish has released her mums tit and is on her knees licking the mixture of cum off my balls.

Anne leans down and gives me a kiss and says, “I hope you are not done for the night.”

I smile and tell her no way, I just need a small breather and my johnson will be back and ready for action. She slowly raises up off me and stands up, holding her legs together. As soon as she is off my cock Tish dives right on it and starts cleaning the cum and pussy juice off me. Once she is finished she spins around and is now on her knees in front of Anne.

“I’m ready for it mom,” she says.

Then Anne spreads her legs and Tish immediately locks her lips on annes pussy and starts sucking out my cum. Apparently she was dead serious that she wanted to clean my cum from her moms pussy. Next thing Tish stands up and turns around and straddles my lap. My cock has again grown hard but she does not take it up her pussy, it is folded up between us. She then leans down to give me a kiss, and during the kiss I get my first taste of cum, my cum. It wasn’t that bad, salty and mixed with the tangy flavor of Anne’s pussy.

After we break the kiss Tish leans back and looks at me apprehensively and asks, “Was that alright?”

I smile and say, “It was unexpected. But not unpleasent, I’m glad you did it.”

Then Tish hugs me and says, “My turn.”

Tish gets up again and spins around with her back to me and sits on my cock, taking it straight up her pussy in one thrust. This is one of my favorite positions. While Tish is bouncing up and down on my cock I reach around her and massage her breasts, twisting and pulling her nipples. She likes it rough and the harder I twist and pull her nipples, the faster she bounces. She has one hand bracing herself on the back of the couch while the other hand is furiously frigging her clit. I was loving the fucking and after cumming twice already I felt I could last all night. Tish had a series of mini orgasms one after the other, never missing a stroke on my cock. She had watched me cum in her mother twice and tasted my cum both times so she was very worked up and I knew when her big O hit it was gonna be a whopper.

The small shudders subsided and she let go of her clit and leaned back against me and practically purred as I slowly slid my cock deep in her pussy with small strokes never taking out more than an inch at a time. She was liking this and I felt a hand stroke my balls. Tish was holding both her hands over head which pulls up her tits just the way I like, so it wasn’t her. In our fuck frenzy we forgot about Anne. Then I hear tish give out a moan and feel annes tongue on my cock.

“Tish,” I say, “your mom is eating your pussy while I fuck you. Isn’t that the most erotic thing you have ever seen?”

“Oh god.”, She says.

Apparently I was right as I hiltonbet giriş feel her pussy clenching my cock and feel her start a fuck rythm again as her mother gives her pussy a good tongue lashing.

“That’s it Anne, lick her pussy while I slide my hard cock inside her. She is loving this.”, I say.

Tish loves when I talk dirty and starts riding my cock hard. Anne has both hands on Tish’s thighs to hold on to her while she sucks on her clit. Tish starts making small whimpering sounds in her throat then unleases the loudest orgasm scream I have ever heard her make. She is almost shouting fuck, fuck, fuck, over and over again. Her body tenses up one last time then goes limp on my lap and she falls back against me.

I wrap my arms around her and say, “I guess you really liked that huh?”

After a few seconds of no reply I say, “Tish?”

Then I hear Anne say, “Jim she must have passed out. Don’t move her.”

Then Anne starts lightly tapping her on the cheek repeating her name and after about 20 seconds Tish groggily replies.

“Wow, that was the most intense thing I have ever experienced. Thank you both. It was so kinky having mom eat me while you fucked me I tensed up hard on my orgasm and must have passed out, but I’m fine now.”, Tish says.

Then she gets off my lap and sits on one side of me, and her mother sits on the other side. I put my arms around both women and realize what a lucky man I am.

After we sit a few minutes and catch our breath Tish gets up.

“I need a shower.”, she says.

Tish heads back the hall to our bathroom to shower leaving me alone with Anne. She cuddles into me and starts rubbing my chest playing with my chesthair.

“mmm, I love a fuzzy chest.”, she says. “I can’t believe what I did tonight, I am normally very sexually reserved.”

“It kinda took me by suprise too. I never imagined that you and Tish….”, I start.

“Make love?”, she finishes. “Yes that suprised me too the first time it happened. But it felt so good. And regardless of what she says, we are bi. I love Tish dearly but I can guarantee you that given the opportunity we would both go down on another woman. It just happened we were each others firsts and that made our mother daughter bond stronger.”

“Well, maybe we can arrange something for you and Tish. Kinda like what she did for me tonight, but instead you and I will plan it out and Tish will be our victim hehe.”, I say.

“Sounds like fun.”, Anne replies.

All while we’re talking Anne is massaging my cock and I am fondling her huge tits. My cock is starting to come to life again and I am pulling and pinching her nipples. We look into each others eyes and she leans into me and touches her lips to mine. We start kissing and her tongue invades my mouth. I slide my hand down her tummy to her muff and we hear Tish shout from the hall.

“Next!”, She yells.

Anne giggles and looks at me.

“Coitus interruptus, you go ahead.”, I say.

Anne gets up and goes into the bathroom. I hear the shower start and Tish walks down the hall and looks at me. Her hair is damp and plastered hiltonbet yeni giriş to her head and she looks sexy as hell.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?”, she says. “Go get in the shower with her. She has never had sex in the shower and now is the perfect time to do it, go go go.”

So I get up and go into the bathroom.

“Hi Anne, Sorry for the intrusion but I really gotta pee.”, I say.

“It’s no intrusion hun, you have eaten my pussy so walking in the bathroom while I’m showering is no intrusion.” she laughs.

I empty my bladder then pull the curtain aside and step into the shower with Anne.

“Would you consider this an intrusion?” I ask.

“I would consider this an offer to have your dick in my pussy again.”, she replies.

I grab the bar of soap from her and tell her to turn around. I begin soaping up her back, Starting at her neck and giving her a short massage as I work my way down. I get to her ass and massage and knead it.

“Do you think my ass is too big?”, she asks.

“No way.”, I reply. “It looks just right for fucking. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?”

“I told you I was very reserved in the sex department, my ass is virgin. Maybe you’ll get to take the cherry tonight if you aren’t too worn out.”, She says.

I grin and think to myself maybe I may wanna hold off on that until tomorrow when I’ll have more ram in the rod.

So I continue soaping her up. I drop to my knees and start to soap up her fantastic legs. I run my hands up and down them. Very tone and nicely tanned. I make my way back up and reach around her and soap up her pussy.

“I love a shaved pussy.”, I say.

“I know,” she replies, “Tish and I started shaving each others pussies back whenever we started our new relationship. A smooth pussy feels fantastic on the face.”

I slide my finger between her pussy lips and flick her clit a few times. She moans and leans back against me. I take my other hand and start soaping up her tits. Playing with them while I rub her clit. I release her breast and grab my cock and bend it down so it is between her legs rubbing her pussy. I resume stimulating her nipple while fingering her clit. I bend my head down and start kissing her neck. BAM! An orgasm wracks her, her knees start to buckle and I hold her up.

“You found one of my major erogenous zones. Kissing or licking me on the back of my neck drives me crazy.”, she says.

I whisper in her ear, “That’s good to know.” and give her nipple a twist.

“So are you gonna fuck me in here?”, she asks.

“I was planning on it.”, I reply.

I rinse the soap off of us so we are not slippery and turn her to face me.

“OK Anne,” I say, “What you need to do is pretend I’m gonna give you a piggy back ride. Except I’ll be facing you. I’ll lift your ass up and you wrap those gorgeous legs around my waist and my cock should go right into your pussy.”

I reach around and grab her ass as she hops up. I hold her ass and slowly lower her impaling her on my rigid cock.

“Oh my god I can’t believe how deep you are in me.”, she says.

I hiltonbet güvenilirmi take a step forward and lean her against the shower wall. She gasps as her back touches the cold tiles.

“Are you OK Anne?”, I ask.

“Fuck me.”, was her reply.

I start to slowly piston my cock in her, enjoying the feel of her slick pussy. With each thrust I can feel the head bottoming out in her. She is moaning and running her fingers through my hair, her head thrown back.

I can feel her rock hard nipples pressing into my chest and look down to she her tits mashed against me. I lean my head down and start licking her cleavage. I slowly lick from boittom to top then back again. I do this a few times and get an idea. I keep licking up past her cleavage along her collar bone and up her neck. I can tell this is having an effect because she grabs my hair tightly in her fists and pulls my head into her neck.

I start kissing her neck up to her ear. I lick and nibble her earlobe and she starts squirming. Then she turns her head and I start kissing as far back as I can get and find another sweet spot.

As soon as I get to the spot right behind her ear she starts moaning loudly.

“Oh yeah, Fuck me baby.”, she says. “I want you to shoot your hot cum deep in me.”

I start sliding my cock in with more urgency as I feel yet another load of cum move up my shaft to explode deep in my wifes mothers hot cunt.

“Oh fuck mum, here it comes.”, I say. I remembered the mum part.

“Yes honey, shoot your cum deep in mommies cunt.”, she says.

She pulls my head back to her cleavage and tries to get me to suck on her nipple but it is too low. She lets go of my head and grabs her right tit and pulls it up between us and sticks out her tongue licking the nipple. So I stick out my tongue and lick her nipple at the same time. I thrust in deep and my cum starts to spurt in her. I grunt as each shot goes in and she is stroking my head and telling me what a good boy I am.

I help her back to the shower floor and we finish cleaning up. As we are washing I talk to her.

“Anne, can I ask you something?”, I say.

“Of course.”, she replies.

“Well,” I say, “with you insisting I call you mum, and your responses seem to make me think maybe you wish I was Rob.”

Rob is my wifes older brother.

She looks down embarrassed and says, “I guess I didn’t hide that well did I? Ever since Tish and I started and I found out how wonderful family sex is I have been fantasizing and dreaming about Rob. I guess I kinda used you for that and I am sorry.”, as a tear slips down her cheek.

I put a hand under her chin and lift her head up and look into her eyes and say, “Hun, you keep fucking me the way you do and you can use me for a french maid.”

This gets a smile out of her and I continue.

“Have you tried putting a move on Rob? You know most boys first sexual fantasy is their mother? Mine was.”, I say.

She sniffs and says, “Maybe, but in this case I doubt it. Rob is gay.”

Well ya learn something new every day.

“Ok, this water is getting cold.”, I say. “Lets dry off and head to the bedroom before Tish sends search and rescue for us.”

Anne smiles and gives me a hug and big kiss pressing those fantastic melons into my chest again. I’m such a horndog.

“I would be honored to have a son as sweet as you.”, she says.

And we head to bed.

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Author’s Note: I wanted to thank those of you that have commented/messaged me about my story. They make me smile and give me the encouragement to keep writing. Even the ones that are hateful since they motivate me to do better.

*****

I woke up the next morning and heard noises come from the kitchen and the smell of pancakes. I got up and stretched, yawning as I shuffled to the kitchen. To my surprise, it was Belle cooking. Belle never cooked.

“Night went well I’m guessing?” I sat up on the counter next to her.

“Oh it went amazing.” Belle was beaming. She looked at me and cradled my cheek. “Thank you, Rye.”

“For what? I didn’t do anything.”

“You made it happen.” She flipped the pancake over.

“Would’ve happened eventually.”

“You made it happen sooner.” She persisted. “Rye just say ‘you’re welcome’ like a normal person.”

“Fine. You’re welcome. Glad I could be your wingman.”

“Wingman? Nah. Wingboy.” She smirked. “You don’t get to be a man until you ask Toon out.”

I scowled then hopped off the counter. I stood behind her and pulled her close, hands squeezing her waist. I pushed my morning wood up against her butt, enjoying how it felt. “Not a man, huh?”

She ignored me. “Not a man.” She grinded her ass against in my crotch. “Yep. All I can feel is a little boy.”

“Little? Come on that’s just mean.”

She laughed while turning the stove off. She turned around and pulled me into a kiss. “Fine.” She kissed me again. “Not little. Perfect.” She bit my lip. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“For being a wingman?”

“For being a wingboy.” She said sternly as she turned around again. She leaned over the part of the counter that didn’t have a hot stove. “Come here.”

What was she up to? I guess I’d find out. I stood behind her and she pushed her ass against me. She rocked her butt back and forth, rubbing it against my bulge. My cock rubbed against the material of my boxers and I humped her faster to make it feel better than it already did. So close to actually fucking her. In the middle of the kitchen. Aunt April and Bethany were the only ones home but it would be hot to risk being caught by even them.

“Feel good, perv?”

“Yes…” It did. There was cloth between us, but it still felt amazing to be grinding up against her like an animal.

“Yea you like humping my ass like a sick pervert?”

Why did I like her abuse so much? Is this masochism? I just grunted in response. I wished she would tear our clothes away and let me grind against her directly. My cock would feel incredible wedged between her ass cheeks. I buried my face in her neck and kissed it.

“Well..” She suddenly pushed me away and grabbed the plate of pancakes. “Too bad. I promised Beth breakfast in bed.”

“Huh? But…”

“No buts.” She shook her head, evil smirk plastered on her face. “I said you deserve a reward. Didn’t say it would be right now.”

“Ah Belle come on.” She was terrible. The worst woman on the planet.

“Nope.” She kissed me on the lips. “You get it later. Bye!” She shook her ass at me to taunt me some more then rushed away. I could do nothing but stare in frustration. Then I had an idea. I grabbed my phone then rushed up to my bathroom, it finally being finished. It had been broken so long that I had forgotten about it.

***

“Those smell so good.” Bethany was sitting up on the bed now. “Gimme.”

Belle pouted. “Why are you wearing clothes?”

“Because if you saw me naked you’d want to jump me.” Bethany took the plate eagerly. “And I’m hungry.”

“I wanted breakfast and a show.”

“Too bad.” Bethany smiled. “Mmm. Belle these are so good. You should cook more often.”

“Ha no thanks.” Belle shook her head vigorously. “Too lazy. I’ll do it for you on special occasions though.” She grabbed a strawberry and held it out for Bethany, who quickly took a bite out of it.

“I’m honored.”

Before Belle could respond, her phone vibrated. She glanced at it and saw that it was a text from Rye. “Why’s Rye texting me?” She raised an eyebrow and opened the message. Then an extremely sly grin appeared on her face.

“What? What’s it say?”

“See for yourself.” Belle showed Bethany the phone screen. Rye’s cock was filling it along with the caption “Finish what you started”

“Oh my god!” Bethany laughed. “What’d you do to him?”

“Just teased him a little!” Bethany said. Then she responded to Rye “Girls don’t like dick pics as much as guys think they do.”

“I figured you were the exception.” Rye responded. “Was I right?”

“Only cuz it’s you, perv.” Belle rolled her eyes.

“So you gonna help?”

“Nah. I’ve got something better to do.” Belle sent that then turned to Belle. “Quick take your shirt off.”

“No. Food.”

“Beeeethhhhh. Help me tease our brother.”

“Ugh fine.” Bethany sighed and took her shirt off as requested. Belle put their plates to the side then kissed Bethany’s breast. Then while grandbetting giriş sucking on it, she took a picture.

“Thanks, Beth.” Belle grabbed Bethany’s shirt and tossed it before she could put it back on.

“We have to make sure he deletes that picture.” Bethany said as she started eating again. “Obviously.”

“Mhm.” Belle said, distracted. “Oh my god this perv.”

“What’d he say?”

“Thanks for the help.” Belle read. She frowned. “I wanted to tease him more not help him.”

“Did you really think he wouldn’t jerk it to that picture?”

“Why would he jerk off when the both of us are here and willing?”

“He doesn’t know that we’re willing right now.” Bethany said simply. “If you want him so bad, invite him up here.”

Belle sighed. “Fine.” She picked her phone up again. “Come to our room.” Then. “Bitch.”

“I’ll come if you apologize for calling me a bitch.”

Belle raised an eyebrow. “What? You’ve got a spine now? You’re real brave over text.”

“That’s a weird apology.”

“Ughhhhh fine. I’m sorry for calling you bitch. Come to our room, PERV.”

“Swiggity swooty.”

“Don’t you dare finish that.”

“I’m coming for that booty.”

“I hate you.” Belle deleted the picture she had received and the one she had sent. Moments later Ryan arrived.

“Hey.” He said with a smile and took a seat at desk near the girls. “Good morning, Beth.”

“Morning, Rye.” She saluted with her fork and returned to her food. “Sleep well?”

“Probably not as well as you two.” Ryan rested his feet on the bed. “You lovebirds sure you want me here? I’m fine with just the picture you sent.”

“We want you here.” Bethany winked. “Gotta thank you.”

“Like actually thank me or tease me like Belle did earlier?”

“Actually thank you.” Bethany finished her breakfast and set the plates aside. “Delete the picture first.”

“But…”

“Rye.” Bethany said, adopting her “Mom” voice. She was way too good at it.

“Fine.” He pulled his phone out and deleted the picture as ordered.

“Thank you, sweetie.” Bethany smiled.

“Yea. Thanks swe-” Belle made a gagging noise. “Thanks sweet-” She coughed. “Thanks, perv.”

“Ha ha very funny.” Ryan scowled.

“Come.” Bethany got off the bed and patted the spot where she had been sitting. “Sit.”

Ryan got up and sat down on the bed obediently. Bethany got back on the bed, and straddled him. She wiggled around until he grew hard and then adjusted his bulge so it was nestled right against her crotch. She leaned forward and began grinding up and down on his cock, the legs of her boxers spreading.

“Fuck.” Ryan said.

“Mhmm…” Bethany smirked. “You like how that feels, baby?”

“Mmm.”

“Good.” She nibbled on his ear then began kissing his neck. “You could probably cum from just this huh?”

“Mmm.” Ryan managed a grunt. Her scent. How she felt. The way she was kissing and biting his neck. It all had way too much power over him.

“Well we can’t have that… Flip a coin, Belle.” Bethany said.

Ryan watched with confusion as Belle rummaged through her purse until she found a quarter. “Coin flip?” He wished Bethany would resume her grinding. Were both his sisters going to start something and not finish?

“To see who gets to fuck you first.” Bethany smiled. “That is… if you don’t mind losing your virginity to one of us.”

Ryan grew pale. “Are you serious?”

“Mhm.”

“Heads or tails, Beth?” Belle asked.

She kissed Ryan. “Tails.”

“Ha! It’s heads.” Belle jumped excitedly. “Virgin killing time.”

“This is happening.” Ryan looked from sister to sister. “Oh God.”

“Calm down.” Bethany kissed him again. “There’s no pressure, sweetie.” She smiled as she kissed him again. “We don’t expect you to be good at it right off the bat.”

“Okay.” Ryan nodded quickly. He had briefly thought about wanting to lose his virginity to Toon. He was a virgin, might as well lose it to Toon if they ever started dating. But then he thought it would be better to get some experience first so that he didn’t ruin things with Toon.

“We’ll do it the boring, vanilla way for now.” Belle said as Ryan got off the bed so she could lie down. Ryan stared wide-eyed at her naked body. He had seen it plenty of times by now and it was amazing every time. “Strip and get over here, perv.” She smirked. Bethany took a seat at the desk. Not one of them thought about how bizarre the situation was. Hard to do any thinking when overcome by lust.

Ryan stripped in record time and got on top of Belle. “Uhm. Hello.”

“Hello.” Belle rolled her eyes and laugh. “Definitely a good idea for you to lose your virginity to me or Beth. You won’t make an idiot out of yourself with Toon.”

“Shut up.” Ryan’s ears turned red.

“Take it easy on him, Belle.” Bethany said.

“Fine fine.” Belle put both hands on Ryan’s face and kissed him. “Put it in, perv.”

Ryan tried. grandbetting yeni giriş He truly did. But he kept bumping into her clit or outer lips or even her thigh.

“Lower.”

Still nothing.

“Lower…WHOA Tooo low.” Belle clenched as Ryan’s cock pushed up against her asshole. “Easy tiger. That ain’t happening today.”

“Sorry sorry.” Ryan’s ears got more red. Why was this so hard? He finally pushed it into her and moaned. “Fuck.”

“Mmm… finally.” Belle wrapped her legs around Ryan. “Take it slow.”

“Mmm.” Ryan managed to say. Warm. Wet. Tight. But there was more. Feeling Belle’s breasts against his chest, her lips on his, and her legs wrapped around him. All that contributed to his pleasure. He moved slowly in and out and Belle moaned softly with each thrust.

“Get… faster…” Belle bit his bottom lip.

Ryan listened. He sped up and Belle began moaning more. And that was too much. “Fuck…Belle…” He moaned as he came inside her.

“Oh?” Belle’s eyes opened when she felt his cum fill her up. “Wow. You lasted what… thirty seconds? Stud.”

“Kill me.”

Belle laughed. “I’m just messing with you Rye.” She kissed him. “I expected 10 seconds out of you. You did way better.” She kissed him again then looked at Bethany. “That doesn’t count right? I got nothing out of it.”

Bethany smirked. “Oh it counts. Get off her, Rye.” She stood and pushed her boxer shorts down. “Let’s get you ready for me.”

“Dammit.” Belle scowled. “Fine. But I’m fucking him after you. Until I cum.”

“You guys want me to cum three times in a row?”

“You’re young. You can manage it.” Bethany smiled as she got on all fours.

She was right. He just came but Ryan was ready to go again after Bethany rubbed her ass against him for a few moments. He kneeled behind Bethany and put his hands on her waist. He pulled and she allowed him to push his cock into her. Feeling a little bit more confident, Ryan smacked her ass.

“Whoa!” Bethany let out a yelp. “Again…” She moaned when Ryan listened.

Ryan plowed into his sister from behind and slapped her ass whenever his hand felt like it and squeezed it in between spanks. It was now a lovely shade of pink. Bethany had buried her face in a pillow, her muffled moans urging Ryan on. He looked to Belle and saw her masturbating. She bit her lip when she noticed him watching.

“What? You expect me to just watch?” Ryan’s cum was leaking out of Belle’s pussy as she fingered herself. “You two look hot.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Ryan smirked. Bethany’s moaning had given him his confidence back. He still didn’t feel like a ‘sex god’ or anything. But when the girl you were fucking was biting her pillow, that was a good sign right?

Belle got up and kneeled behind Ryan, biting his neck. She rubbed at his chest as he fucked her twin. “A big part of sex is the dirty talk.”

Ryan grunted in response. Like he’d know how to dirty talk… “Hey!” He yelped when Belle pinched his ass.

“That’s it, perv.” She said huskily into his ear. “Fuck your sister. Shove your big cock into her and make her cum.” Belle went back to fingering herself but kept one arm wrapped around Ryan. “She’s wanted it for so long so give it to her. Make her yours.” She got close to cumming several times but she held back so that she could cum when Ryan fucked her. “You can cum inside her like you did with me. She’ll take it. Won’t you Beth?”

“Mmm…yes…” Bethany moaned out. “Cum inside me, Rye. I need it.”

Ryan collapsed onto his sister, driving his cock deeper inside her. Bethany moaned out loud in surprise then her legs began to quiver as an orgasm took her. Ryan came with her as her pussy squeezed around him. “Fuck…Beth…” He kept thrusting as he came. He needed to get every drop into her. Fill her up.

“Just… like… that…” Bethany panted as Ryan stayed on top of her, both of their bodies still experiencing the after effects of a strong orgasm.

Ryan sat up, squeezed his cock so the rest of his cum would come out onto her ass, then sat back. Belle had returned to the desk. “Not bad.” Belle smirked. “My turn.”

“Wait…” Ryan breathed. “Jesus, Belle. I just came.”

“Your cock can use some cleaning up until then. Get up, Beth.”

Bethany took her time in getting up. She began to get dressed. “I’m gonna take a shower. Need to get all this cum cleaned up.”

“Have fun.” Belle smacked her sisters butt then laid down on her belly between Ryan’s legs as he leaned against the headboard. His cock was partially hard and covered in everyone’s cum. She licked her lips then took the head of his cock into her mouth. “Mmm…” Ryan gasped as the vibrations from her moaning pleasantly stimulated his cock.

“God I love your dick.” Belle murmured before taking all of it into her mouth and against her throat. “Whenever you want me, Rye. Just tell me.” She deep throated him. “I don’t think I can ever give up your cock.”

Ryan put his hand grandbetting güvenilirmi on the back of her head. “You’re being nice.”

“Because you’ve got a nice dick.” Belle said bluntly. She sucked him off for a few more moments until she was satisfied he was clean, and hard, enough. “Lay down properly.”

Ryan obeyed immediately and then Belle straddled him. He watched as her pussy easily swallowed his cock down to the base. He put his hands on her waist. “I love your body…”

“We know.” Belle smirked and began grinding. Her clit was stimulated this way and she could keep his cock completely inside her for as long as she wanted. “You’re not allowed to jerk off anymore.”

“What?” Ryan grunted as Belle began using him. That’s what it felt like, at least. After all he was just laying there as Belle kept her hands on his chest and grinded on his cock.

“You heard me.” Belle dug her nails into his chest and smiled when he moaned in pleasure and pain. “I don’t want you wasting your cum. Bethany and I will need it when we decide to use you.”

“Use me?”

“That’s right.” Belle moaned. “You’re our fuck toy remember?” She began grinding faster. “And we’re going to milk every bit of cum out of you.” She took his hands and placed each one on her breasts, biting her lip as she looked down at him. “You don’t mind do you?”

“Not at all.” Ryan said, faintly. Belle’s body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, accentuating her toned belly. Her breasts rose and fell with each grind, her pink nipples hard and pointing outward. She moved her hips expertly as if she knew instinctively what Ryan wanted.

Belle spread her legs and leaned back so she had to ride on and off his cock. The angle pushed his cock right against her g-spot and increased the pleasure she was feeling. Even with Ryan having no clue what he was doing, Belle felt that this was the best sex – with a guy – she’d ever had. She thought about what it’d be like after he got more experience and… “Fuck… fuck… mmm…” She collapsed on top of him so she could ride her orgasm out with ease, forcing Ryan into swallowing her moans. Ryan, having cum 2 times already, managed to hold back on cumming. When he felt that she was done quivering, Ryan flipped her onto her back while keeping his cock inside her.

“My turn.”

“Wait a second.” Belle panted. “Still a bit sensitive… Oh!” Her eyes rolled back and she writhed as Ryan began plowing into her. “Rye… slow… down…” She moaned.

“No.” He put his hands under her ass to hold her too him and squeezed it.

“Rye…” She wrapped her legs around his back, watching through hooded eyes the animal expression on his face. Right then, Ryan did not look or feel like her little brother. He was a man. A man that was using her for his pleasure. “Fuck.”

Ryan grunted as he thrust into Belle. The need to cum was there again. But it was taking its time in actually happening so Ryan increased his pace. He needed to cum. The pressure was too much by this point. He needed to fill Belle up, watch her try to hold back her moans as he gave her a second load of cum. He imagined her getting up afterwards and having it drip out of her. Over and over he rutted into her until he finally got over the edge. With an almost animal groan, Ryan came inside his sister. His cock throbbed with each spurt of cum and forced him to keep thrusting even after he stopped shooting. When his cock finished, Ryan pulled out. “That was…” He struggled to catch his breath. “Was awesome.”

“Uh-huh.” Belle laid with her arms spread eagle, staring up at the ceiling. Her whole body was feeling the effects of an orgasm as she had cum from Ryan filling her up.

“I’m really sleepy.” Ryan got off the bed. “Gonna take a nap…” He mumbled, then promptly dropped onto Bethany’s bed.

***

Belle woke up and saw that Bethany was working and Ryan was still asleep. She regretted just lying in bed after Ryan came inside her because now she felt gross. She took a quick shower to get rid of that feeling then came back, sitting down at the edge of Bethany’s bed and stroking Ryan’s hair. She looked down at the long, thin scars that ran along his arms and part of his neck. With hesitation she felt the scar of his bullet wound.

Bethany looked up from her work to see tears streaming down Belle’s face. “Hey… What’s wrong?”

Belle sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “His scars.” The tears kept running anyway. “Remember when we used to be jealous of him having perfect skin? I’ve ruined it.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Bethany squeezed Belle’s free hand. “It’s that creepy bastard’s fault, not yours.”

“He’s been wearing long sleeve shirts or jackets when we go out. It’s hot as hell outside.”

“Because he doesn’t want to deal with people asking questions not because he’s insecure about them. You know Rye doesn’t give a shit about things like that.”

“But still… Beth.” She tenderly held his hand up. The back of it looked like a wild animal had gotten ahold of it.

Bethany stayed quiet. She didn’t blame Belle for Ryan’s injuries. But she could sympathize with the guilt that Belle was feeling since she herself felt it. In her mind, she should have stopped Ryan from acting so rashly. She’d been too slow and now he was permanently scarred. He nearly died from her inaction.

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Author’s note: This is the next instalment involving Jack. You can read this as a stand alone story but to get maximum enjoyment, it’s better to enjoy the stories in order and get to know the characters better. Above all readers, please enjoy as much as I did writing it…

*****

It was that damn car alarm again. Jack was rudely stirred awake and he quietly sighed out loud. He looked across at the dimly lit alarm: 6:45am. He had ten minutes before his alarm would go off. Followed then by the usual morning routine and rush.

Jack opened his eyes and they adjusted to the darkness and were assisted by the thin veil of light creeping through the curtains. He shifted onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He had slept well and, other than the car alarm, he felt refreshed and ready for today.

His hand wandered down towards his erect cock. It bulged against his grip and strained against his tight fist. Jack couldn’t remember dreaming about anything particularly erotic but he felt incredibly aroused this morning.

He turned his head slowly to look across at Anna. She was still fast asleep, laying next to him. Her pretty face a picture in the dark gloom. After slowly reaching across and quietly switching on the lamp, he looked again at her sleeping. She was beautiful. Her olive skin glowed in the low, warm light and her pretty petite features looked smooth and silken. She was breathing heavily, fast asleep. Jack’s hand snaked down his toned torso and gripped his rock hard cock. His hand gripped his shaft just below the head and he squeezed. His cock instantly responded and it bulged against the attention. Jack eased his grip and slowly slid his hand down his shaft. He felt the skin around the head of his cock pull down. He sighed softly and his hand slid back up his cock. Jack turned his head slowly and stared at Anna as he slid his hand back down his cock very slowly. His eyes travelled across her beautiful face and down to her neck. She seemed to be fully buried under the quilt. He longed to see any part of her body as his tight grip moved back up his hard shaft. He could feel the involuntary movement as his hips moved to meet each stroke. He stared at Anna’s lips and imagined coming over her beautiful face: rubbing the head of his cock – dripping with pre-cum – over her soft lips and his hot cum squirting up and over her closed eyes. He sighed again, louder this time.

Suddenly, Anna stirred. Whilst still asleep, she turned over in the bed and faced away from Jack. He froze and stopped stroking. He waited a beat, feeling his cock ache for more attention. Then, he heard Anna’s deep breathing again. She was still asleep.

Jack continued his very long, slow stroking as he stared at the back of her neck. His eyes wandered down and he noticed the quilt had lifted a little. Without releasing his cock, Jack used his free hand to slowly lift the quilt up. He softly moved it over Anna’s legs and freed her sexy body from the thick material.

She lay there naked on her side. Jack looked down and saw her pert, perfect arse. He gently placed his free hand on her arse and cupped one of her arse cheeks. His other hand instantly moved down the shaft of his cock as he felt the heat radiate from her olive skinned sexy arse. His grip tightened as his cock bulged and he moved his hand slowly back up his shaft. He repeated the action staring at her arse cheeks and down her long, lithe, toned legs. Jack felt his balls tighten and he wanted to cum. The hand stroking Anna’s arse slowly crept down towards the cleft between her pert cheeks. He felt the curve as it narrowed into the fleshy channel and his hand slowly stroked down into the cleft of her arse. He knew his little finger was brushing against her puckered little arsehole. His grip tightened on his cock as he tightly pulled the skin down for one of the last times. His hips bucked up to meet his downward stroke.

Suddenly, Jack’s alarm started beeping loudly. He instantly stopped stroking, reached across to hit the snooze button and turned to watch Anna wake.

Anna groaned as she lifted her petite body up and turned around to face him. In that movement, he moved his hand away from his erect shaft and rolled onto his side to face her.

“Morning beautiful,” he whispered to her.

She smiled back at him and moved across to kiss him. She kissed him softly on the lips with a lingering caress on the lips. His cock pulsed again, pre-cum dribbled does the tip of his hard shaft. Anna then moved her naked body over to him and hugged him tightly. He felt the heat from her nakedness against his and he heard her sigh quietly. Anna wrapped one her legs over Jack’s and nestled in closer. His cock pushed up against the inside of her thigh. It was his turn to sigh.

“Oh, good morning to you,” she smiled as she felt his erection against her leg. “What’s this for?” she playfully asked whilst pushing and rubbing her leg against his cock.

“Sorry. I’ve just woken up really aroused,” he replied. Jack then held her close as he ground his cock against the belugabahis giriş top of her inner thigh. She matched the movement and moved her crotch forward. Jack could feel the soft bristles of her pubic hair as he thrust forward again.

“Your cock is very hard Jack,” she whispered to him, “I bet you want to cum.”

He groaned as the friction from her thigh dragged the tip of his cock against her soft skin. She thrust down again and he felt his cock against the slit of her pussy. Pre-cum dribbled onto her lips, coating them and making them slippery and wet.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he pushed up against her pussy lips. The head of his cock tingled as they moved along the outside of her pussy lips.

“Mmmm, Jack,” Anna whispered in his ear, “do you want to put it inside?”

Jack thrust forward again and groaned aloud as she spoke. He knew he was going to cum soon.

“Do you want to slip it in and feel my pussy lips grip the head of your hard cock? Do you? Do you want to fuck me Jack?” she teased again. She thrust down and Jack felt her wet pussy lips part as he pushed his hard cock upwards. His cock slid along the edge of her pussy and she groaned. “Or are you going to cum over my pussy, Jack?”

He thrust forward again and felt the friction pull back the skin on his cock. He felt her pussy lips ease open as she ground her groin down to meet his thrust. His hard cock brushed against her clit as he thrust forward. Jack groaned loudly and felt the tightening in his balls again.

Anna smiled and whispered hoarsely in his ear, “Hmmm…cum over me Jack. I know you can’t wait to get it inside. Cum on my…”

Suddenly the snooze alarm went off again.

“Oh! Fucking alarm!” Anna giggled and she pulled away and reached across over him to switch it off.

In the next, quick, few seconds, Anna had jumped out of her side of the bed and got up.

“Jack, come on,” she demanded as she opened the wardrobe, “I’d forgotten it was today. We haven’t got time for this now.”

Jack sighed and cursed quietly as he realised. His cock was oozing pre-come and so desperate for release but he now realised today was the day he was completing the new company merger.

He watched as Anna moved across to the shower room and switched on the shower to warm up. He stared at her pert breasts and watched them bounce as she grabbed her towel and, without closing the en-suite door, jumped into the shower.

“Come on Jack,” she ordered from the shower, “you need to pack the overnight bag too.”

Jack sighed again as he rose up out of bed. His cock pointed up at the ceiling from his body, still rock hard.

She looked down at his long erection and smiled, “It’ll have to wait until tomorrow now,” she continued as she soaped up and washed her petite frame. Jack stood transfixed watching Anna place her soapy hands on her toned midriff and around the edge of her pert, sumptuous arse.

“Jack!” she blurted out, “get dressed. We’re running late.”

Once again, he sighed. Teased to the edge of orgasm and frustratingly left wanting more, he turned, opened the wardrobe and started to dress. He would find time for a slow stroke later and cum really hard, he thought to himself.

It had been an extremely long day of discussions, checking, cross checking and more discussions. Jack looked wearily at his watch. 9:40pm. He had been on the train for about two hours and still had another 40 minutes before he arrived in the city. It was his job to meet with the solicitors in the morning to sign off on the final amendments. However, that meant a long trip up north and another night away from Anna. He thought of Anna then and her naked arse. He thought of how close he come to coming this morning and how aroused he had been. How he knew he wouldn’t have been able to last if she wanted to fuck him. As soon as his cock would have been edging into her pussy, it would have exploded over her pussy. His cock stirred against his tight trousers and pants. He would masturbate tonight and slowly stroke his cock to a well-deserved, slow orgasm. He smiled and stared out of the window again. The droplets of rain we’re starting to gather on the window: a wet night was in store.

“I’m really sorry sir,” the young hotel receptionist looked genuinely apologetic, “we thought you had cancelled and now your room is no longer available.” She looked up at him and he noticed how pretty her big doleful eyes looked. She was probably in her early twenties and had a young pretty face. Her brown hair was cut short and strands hung from one side and swept neatly across her face.

Jack was soaked through from the rain, tired and now very frustrated. He couldn’t believe it. Because of the delay to the negotiations, he was now without a room to sleep in tonight.

“Are there no rooms at all?” he queried.

“Mr Fraser,” the receptionist said in a calming tone, “there has clearly been a mix up and I can only apologise. But, there is nothing I can do.” It looked as though she had playfully bit her own lip belugabahis güvenilirmi after she’d spoken.

Jack looked at her and knew she was telling the truth. He needed someone with some sort of authority here. “Ok,” he said gently whilst smiling, “is there a manager in the building that I can speak to?”

The receptionist instantly warmed to Jack and smiled back at him. “Of course, sir,” she politely replied. She picked up the phone and Jack watched her slender, delicate fingers press some numbers on the phone.

Jack smiled at her and moved away from the desk. He felt tired, wet and cold. He yearned for a shower and sleep. Today had been tough and this wasn’t the way he envisaged it ending.

“Mr Fraser,” the receptionist called, “Jessica, our hotel manager, is on site and she is on her way down.” She turned away and Jack noticed her knee length skirt complimented her sexy arse very well. It hugged each cheek and the material drew in around the top of her thighs.

“Thanks,” Jack replied whilst smiling. He had always tried hard to keep his cool and not let situations get to him. He had trained himself to be patient because situations out of his control aren’t bettered by extra stress.

Jack heard heels clicking along the marble floor and it snapped him out of his thought process. He turned around to where the sound was coming from.

A woman in her late 30s came across the foyer to meet him. She strutted with confidence and smiled as she saw him. She had natural blonde hair tied back in a neat pony tail. She wore black high heels and Jack noticed she had very sharply calves. She wore a black skirt just below her knees that hugged her thighs as she walked. Her white blouse was buttoned up tight to her neck with a small red cravat around her slim neck. The whole look was finished off with a tight black waistcoat that seemed to hug her body and show off her shapely figure.

“Mr Fraser?” Jessica asked.

Jack smiled as his eyes moved up to her face. Jessica’s bright blue eyes flashed when she saw him. “Please, accept my apologies for the mix up.” Jessica explained. She had a harsh sexy tone to her voice. “But, let me reassure you, we have no guest rooms available and there is nothing we can do about a clerical error which, essentially, came from your firm.”

Jack knew she was the manager from her confident air and aura.

“I understand,” he replied, “but I’m wet, cold and tired and have had an extremely long day. I understand our company uses this hotel frequently and I’d hate that relationship to sour or, ultimately, finish.” He smiled afterwards in an attempt to keep the tone and threat light.

Jessica forced a smile of her own, knowing full well and understanding the meaning of the threat. “Of course, Mr Slater. But I cannot offer you a room when there is no guest room available at all, can I?”

Jack, always the problem solver, heard the words ‘guest room’ again and pounced, “Guest room?”

“Sorry?” Jessica replied, a little startled at the comment.

“You mentioned that all your guest rooms are full.”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re implying there’s something else available.”

Jessica’s face reddened. “Erm, Mr Slater, what I meant was…er.”

Jack watched this sexy woman squirm. She probably spent her days making others squirm so it was probably good for her to get a taste of her own medicine. He watched and waited patiently for her to finish.

“Erm..” she continued, bumbling over her own words, “look, we…have two other rooms which are for exclusive use for our staff who work a night shift followed by a morning shift.” She looked flushed and her hand reached up and brushed her cheek, “These rooms are not for paying guests.”

Jack smiled, “That sounds perfect Jessica. Thanks for being so understanding.”

She took a small step back, beaten. “Of course, Mr Slater,” she agreed. “Let me…erm…arrange that for you.” With a swift turn, she strutted away back to the main desk. He watched her arse sway in her tight skirt as she walked away. He felt a slight stirring in his pants and the prospect of the hot shower and a long, overdue orgasm made him smile.

Exactly six minutes later, Jack was stood in the service lift with Jessica making their way to the top floor. He hadn’t noticed before but she smelled good. He stood across from her in the small lift, looking from the number screen to her. On closer inspection, he noticed that she too looked tired and her blonde hair was starting to come loose from her pony tail.

“Long day?” he queried lightly.

Jessica looked up at him. “Yes, I had to come on shift at 3 am this morning and was just finishing earlier when you…” she suddenly stopped, realising what she was about to say.

“I know the feeling.” Jack replied.

The lift shunted roughly to a stop and the doors creaked open. Jessica strode out of the lift and Jack followed behind with his overnight bag. Jack watched Jessica’s arse as she confidently stride down a bare corridor. He intently watched belugabahis yeni giriş each sexy arse cheek move inside the tight confines of her tight skirt. There was no panty line – he noticed – and it made him smile.

“Mr Fraser,” she spoke confidently as she moved through the corridor, “I’m afraid these staff bedrooms are small and, because of the size of our hotel, they are always busy.” She turned a corner and they both moved towards the end of the bland, long corridor where two doors stood alone on either side of the corridor. “We do not have a spare room even here for you,” Jessica continued as she made her way to the door on the left, “so, unfortunately, this is the only free room.” She reached into her waistcoat pocket and pulled out a key. She placed it into the lock, turned it fully and pushed the handle down.

“Not often you see actual keys in a hotel nowadays,” Jack commented aloud.

“It’s just these two rooms in the hotel that have keys.” Jessica opened the door and walked in. Jack followed closely.

The room was smaller than a regular hotel room. There were two beds: one single bed and a very small double next to it (it actually only looked a little wider than the single bed). There was a narrow dressing table in between the two beds and a light on the wall above each of the beds. A small double wardrobe stood against the wall opposite the two beds with a single full-length mirror on one of the wardrobe doors.

Jessica moved into the room first and picked up a small, neatly stacked pile of clothes from the bigger bed. Jack watched her movement across the small space and noticed a shower cubicle at the end of the room. There was no door on the shower it was just a cubicle set into a small alcove in the corner of the room. Jessica carefully placed the pile of clothes at the foot of the single bed.

“I’m very sorry Mr Fraser but I had intended to sleep in here too tonight because I need to be in the building when we are at full capacity.” She blushed as she spoke, placing her small pile of clothes on the single bed. “I will sleep on the single bed and you can have the bigger bed.”

Jack looked down at the supposed bigger bed and thought it wasn’t really big enough for him. He didn’t mind sharing the room. He sighed though as he realised his long deserved, overdue orgasm may have to wait.

Jessica saw him staring at the bigger bed, “Don’t worry,” she interrupted, “these beds are immaculate and the room is kept extremely clean. I insist upon it.”

Jack looked up at her and sensed a genuine feeling of pride from her. “It’s great,” he said, genuinely, “thank you.”

Jessica smiled and rubbed her face with her hands. She looked at her watch, “Ok, Mr Fraser, I need to go and cash up the front desk before the shift change and also pop into the restaurant so I will leave you to get comfy and enjoy a hot shower.” Jack was sure she looked him up and down when she spoke about the shower. “It may not look much, but that shower is incredible.” She smiled as she spoke and reached into the wardrobe and handed Jack two crisp, clean and neatly folded white towels.

“Thanks Jessica,” he replied. “I’ll remember to not sleep naked.” He smiled at her as he joked.

She blushed slightly and smiled back at him. “I will leave this key with you,” she handed the key to Jack, “just lock the door behind me as the door can just be opened from outside. I’ve got another key downstairs so I can let myself in later.”

“Thank you again,” Jack smiled.

“Now,” Jessica seemed to lift herself up to full height again, “will there be anything else, sir?” She joked.

Jack felt his cock twinge and smiled. He couldn’t wait to get in that shower and cum – he deserved it. “Er…no. Thank you though.”

She smiled at him again and moved towards the door. He shifted to the side to allow her to pass. “Enjoy your shower,” she exclaimed on the way out.

Jack swore she smiled again. But he couldn’t see because she left the room so quickly and let the door close behind her. He watched her go and caught the faint smell of her again. He felt his coco slowly start to grow as he realised his orgasm was near. The silence filled the room and he let out a deep sigh. He looked around again and noticed how tidy the room was. Jessica was right, the room was immaculate.

Jack placed his overnight bag on the bigger bed and stepped over to the shower. He opened the cubicle, reached up and started the shower, ensuring it was turned to hot. Jack stepped away and looked down at his watch 10:50pm – it had been a long day.

Jack slipped off his shoes and jacket and began undressing. He placed his clothes on his bed neatly and collected his wash bag. Naked, he turned back towards the shower and his eyes crept down to Jessica’s pile of clothes on the single bed. Jack reached down and picked up the item from the top. He held it up. It was a dark grey cotton nightie with thin shoulder straps. It looked like it stopped below the knee. Jack’s cock started to grow as he imagined Jessica wearing this. He carefully placed it back down on the bed, moved a pair of thick socks to the side and picked up a very thin black thong. It was silken and the front of thong was black and decorated with small white spots. Jack stroked the front of the thong and felt his cock grow to a full erection.

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This is a work of fiction. Written to pass the time. All characters engaging in sexual activities are of legal age.

Prologue

Lana is my best friend.

She and her mom, Dana, moved into the house next door the day before we started first grade and have been inseparable since.

We are close, like siblings, and have been mistaken for being twins because of the way we act together. Our two little families also did everything together, from holidays to birthdays to vacations.

The closest the two of us got to being romantically involved was when we taught each other how to kiss in middle school.

We had both dated other people, which added to our public image of being siblings, but after more than a decade, neither of us cared if people made that mistake, secretly I found it comforting knowing we would also have each other.

Our junior year was a big change for us.

Our respective boy/girlfriends decided that they didn’t wish to date us anymore. We were both heartbroken, cried on each other’s shoulders, and talked. We concluded that it was not the end of the world after all, and we would focus on getting into college.

We spent almost all our time outside of school together, the year passed quickly, and before we knew it it was the last month.

Lana was in the next state over at the regional soccer finals, and it felt weird her not being with my parents and me enjoying a fancy dinner for their twentieth anniversary. I mean Dad has been her surrogate father for the past eleven years, so yeah, her not being there felt wrong, but later I was thankful she wasn’t.

On the drive home there was an accident.

I was unconscious for five days. When I woke up in the hospital, Dana told me that a drunk driver ran a red light, and neither of my parents survived.

Dana moved me into her house when I was released.

Five Months Later

I wake to the blare of my alarm.

Last day before fall break, then seven days away from civilization under the stars.

I get out of bed, and my heart sinks when I see the birthday card from Lana leaning against my laptop.

Yesterday was my birthday and all we did to usher in my big one-eight was Dana making her special lasagna.

No friends, no gifts, not even a cake.

I am such an ass, they needed to celebrate that as much as I did, especially after what I did last week.

Lana’s birthday is ten days before mine and we had had a combined party, with a huge bar-b-q every year on the weekend between them every year, until this year.

This year, it was just her, I didn’t even go.

I was told she tried to have fun, but it was obvious to her friend that it was us just going through the motions.

Dad had told me it is not a weakness to ask for or accept help, so it was not hard to go to consulting. I am doing a lot better, but sometimes I slip back into my grief, especially with something like a family celebration.

I moped around all summer, I know Lana is hurting too, I let myself hurt her twice this week, she needs me to be there with her in the desert.

This mini-peptalk actually lifts my spirits and I get ready for school.

The day was great. I get excused from Lit class to talk to the consular at the school, she says relapses happen, and to not be dragged backward and take it one day at a time. Lana, seeing my good mood, was her happy self. And classes were, mostly, fun being the last day before a week long break.

When we get home, we hear Dana end bonus veren siteler a phone call than exclaim from the kitchen, “Fuck me.”

I have never heard Dana curse worse the ‘damn’ or ‘crap’, and from the look on Lana’s face, neither had she.

She gets a mischievous glint in her eyes and hands me her book bag.

“I do try to be a dutiful daughter,” Lana says as she walks to the kitchen, “but I am not properly equipped to perform such a task.”

“Oh chap!” Dana says, “Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

Lana stares at her mother.

“I know, I get on you all the time for language like that, I just didn’t want you to form the same bad habits I have.”

Lana smiles, “It’s ok, mom, what was the phone call about.”

I set the bags down and move to join them.

Dana says, very irritated, “Remember a few months ago when the snake Wilsons stole that contract from me?”

We both nod, but I really don’t, if it was just a few months, then it happened when I was a fugue of grief.

“Well, he got himself ar…” Dana pauses and takes a deep breath, “he is now unavailable for the conference next week and J needs me to go.”

Lana’s face falls so hard I thought I could hear it and whispers, “Moab?”

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Dana answers, “I know we have been planning this trip all year.”

“But, but, but, stars, camping,” Lana gasps, then says mournfully, “the creek?”

Lana sounded like she was on the verge of crying.

I put my arm around her, “It will be ok, El, I’ll find some way to keep you entertained this week.”

“And,” Dana cut in, full of cheer, “You two get the house to yourselves for five whole nights.”

We both look at her and she adds, “I have to be there on Monday morning, so I’m flying out Sunday noonish, and be back Friday evening.” She emphasized the departure and return time, “Just don’t burn down the houses.”

We all chuckle at that, Lana and I weren’t big partiers.

“Get changed, we’re eating out tonight, save the leftovers for when you two need to feed yourselves.”

We went to our favorite steak out, the waitress gave her condolences for our loss, but overall it was a good meal.

Saturday was spent with Dana and Lana unparking the camping stuff and packing for Dana’s trip, and I did the yard work for both Dana’s house and my old one.

It is still sitting there, no one living in it, almost exactly as it was the night of the accident.

I don’t know why it was not sold or rented.

I tended the front yard all summer, this is the first time I entered the back.

The pool is half empty, from evaporation I hope, and the water is murky. I scoop out what I can, rake the almost dead grass and there is a shift inside of me, like a bone popping back into place. The pain of missing my parents is still there, but…smoother, I guess.

I’ll talk with Dana, see if it is ok to clean up and use the pool. We haven’t used it all summer, Lana probably misses it, I know I do. And it will be a good distraction from losing the camping trip.

I get the ok from Dana for the pool, she seems a little relieved that I asked, maybe because she sees it as another step in my healing.

Sunday morning is lazy, we all get up late, eat sorta a brunch at home, then drive Dana to the airport.

Lana and I spent the rest of the day finishing the two homework assignments we were given, we didn’t notice the weather until the first peal of thunder rattled the sky.

Lana bedava bahis is a bit uncomfortable because of the storm, she always hated thunderstorms, and we decided to go to bed early.

First thing tomorrow, I’ll sneak over an start refilling the pool, with luck, it will be ready in the evening.

I fall to sleep feeling better than I had since waking up in the hospital.

Lana wakes me up, it’s very dark and I can hear the heavy rain on the roof.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask groggily.

“The power is out and I’m freaking out a bit,” Lana whispers, “can I sleep in here with you?”

“Oh course,” I answer, then immediately realize two problems, this is a little twin bed, and I’m naked.

As my eyes focus, I see that she is wearing only a light t-shirt with a deep v-neck collar, and a pair of panties, at least I’m assuming she is wearing panties as the shirt stops just below where I would see them.

To try to prevent more problems, I scoot over, place my back on the wall, and pull the blanket back but try to leave the sheet, hoping she would lay down on top of it.

Nope, she climbs in under both, but thankfully stays facing me.

She takes my hand and rests it one the mattress between us.

She smiles at me then shuts her eyes. She relaxes more with each breath and soon I’m asleep again.

I wake up, the storm has broken and the first rays of sun are visible.

And I find myself with my back against the wall and Lana pressing on my chest.

I’m spooning her and my hard cock is trapped in the triangle of her legs and pussy.

I was wrong, she did not wear panties last night. I can feel her heat and fuzz along the top of my shaft.

I think the only reason I didn’t blast my load at that realization is that my bladder is so full.

“Lana,” I whisper, “Can you move a bit so I can get out?”

Her only response was a quiet, “mmhhmmm.”

I start to inch down toward the foot of the bed and gently extract my cock from between her legs.

It is an excruciating task.

As the tip of my cock parts her nether lips, her hips buck as she jolts awake.

My vision whites out as the glans penetrate her velvety tunnel.

As my sight returns, my eyes meet hers. She is surprised, but I would have expected anger as well. Instead I see a primal heat.

With her eyes locked on mine, she lets out a low moan as she impales herself on my seven inches.

Our lips meet for the first time in years, and this is nothing like the time we practiced. It was full of soul igniting passion.

Lana grinds her hot pussy against my and breaks the kiss with a sharper moan as she orgasms.

She rolls away slightly and slides off my dick as she relaxes.

After several breaths she breaks the silence, “That was stupid.”

My heart sinks. The fire I didn’t know I craved doused before it even caught.

“I shouldn’t have let you cum in me without a condom.”

“Wait, what…” I stammer, and my confused brain only outputs, “But I didn’t cum.”

She turns to me and she looks mildly hurt, “Was I not good?”

That kicks my brain into gear, “No, you were, are wonderful beyond words.”

The hurt is replaced with a bashful smile, and I continue, “I think i didn’t because I really need to pee, it’s why I was trying to wiggle out without waking you up.”

Her smile turns devilish, “Well you failed horribly. Go potty,” she gives a quick but fiery kiss, “then go to mom’s bedroom.”

Lana stands, and the only word deneme bonus I have for this, she prances out of my room.

It took many long slow breaths for me to calm down enough to urinate, so many I begin to think that Lana thinks I’m not going to show.

But my fear is proven baseless when I enter Dana’s bedroom and she the same heat Lana’s eyes.

You can’t practically live with some for more than a decade and not see them naked occasionally, and I have seen Lana naked, several times in the five months I have been living with her, but I have not appreciated her femininity until now.

She is laying naked in the middle of the king size bed, reclining on her elbows, legs spread and knees up to show me everything.

The years of playing soccer has made her five foot eight frame lean and tone, but not overtly muscular. I have overheard her complaining about her b-cup breasts, but really looking at them for time, I think they’re perfect, plump and firm, standing up off her chest with quarter sized areola and hard nipples begging to be sucked. The hair at the cleft of her legs, a shade or two lighter than the light brown on her head, trimmed short and damp with excitement.

Her smile grows with cock as I go from half liml to full mast to seeing her.

I crawl on to the bed and place my head between her thighs. Her scent is intoxicating, addictive even.

I lean down and press my lips on her furry libia, kissing her nether lips.

As I start to lick, she places a hand on my cheek and lifts my head.

“There will be plenty of time for that later,” She says, same devilish smile on her lips, “right now, we need to finish what we started in your bed.”

She pulls me up for a kiss, then pushes me upright to kneel between her legs.

She hands me one of the foil packets next to the pillow.

When she said time for later, I guess she has a lot planned, I think as I roll the latex sleeve down my prick.

She lays on her back as I place myself at her entrance.

The rubber is dulling some of the sensation, which is good, otherwise I would erupt when I feel her moist heat.

She wraps her arms and legs around me as I sink into her welcoming folds.

I place one arm behind her, resting my weight on my elbow and place the other hand on her hip.

Our lips meet again and I slowly pull out of her.

Her hips come up to meet mine as I push back in, and we immediately fall into rhythm with each other.

The heat of our kiss rises with the speed of my strokes, our lips only coming apart when one of us can’t contain our ever growing moans.

I wish we can continue like this forever, and I’m surprised that I have not popped yet when Lana’ arms and legs constrict round me, pulling me closer.

She moans into my mouth as a large orgasm rolls through her body.

Her pussy clamps onto me cock and tries to pull me in.

I push as far in as I can and my own orgasm hits.

I pump what feels like a gallon of semen into the condom while I’m buried hilt deep in Lana’s hot, tight, loving hole.

She spasms again as my heat fills her, and she mashes her lips to mine even harder.

Our lips finally part and we are both breathing hard.

As we catch our breath, I look into the eyes of the perfect woman I have somehow not seen until now.

The look in her eyes has changed, while the heat of the moment has diminished, the desire has not, and I feel the same, I never want to let her go.

We just lay there, my cock still buried in her, hips, check and foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes with goofy grins on our faces.

“What the FUCK are you two doing in here?”

***

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#Anna#

Apart from a slight soreness, I feel Jacks sperm burn inside me.

I get up and say. “I’m sorry, but I need to go to the toilet.”

I quickly walk towards the bathroom and sit down on the toilet. I relax my pelvic floor muscles and try using my fingers to get Jack’s remaining sperm out of me. With my scooping motion, a thick drop falls into the toilet.

‘Fuck! Why did you have to cum inside me? I hope that pill works.’ I think, and I sight again as another tear rolls down my cheek.

‘I should have insisted on using a condom. -But it felt so good when Jack came inside me.’ The mixed feelings confuse me. I shouldn’t like it; I should be angry that he didn’t ask. ‘But I’ve made him happy, isn’t that all that matters?’

Although I still feel a stickiness coating my insides, I’m unable to get out more. So I silently curse myself again.

I look around the bathroom, feeling anxious to walk back to my room naked. But, apart from a pink bathrobe, there’s nothing to wear. I frown and take hold of it; I shake my head as I look into the mirror.

‘What does he see in me?’ I think as I inspect my pale body. ‘There’s nothing special about me, on the contrary. I look weird; everything is white or pink. Fucking albinism-‘

The bathroom door opens right after a light knock; Jack looks at me from the door and asks. “Are you alright?”

I quickly wrap the bathrobe around me and look at him. He’s leaning against the frame, completely naked. He frowns and steps towards me. Blushing slightly, I answer, “Yea, no problem.”

He closes the distance between us and brushes my white hair behind my ear. He then places his fingers on my chin and lifts my head; His lips touch mine. My heart flutters at the light touch. Next, his hand slide down along my neck as he deepens the kiss. Then, His thumbs slide under the collar of the rob and push it backwards. I frown and break the kiss, grab the bathrobe and hold it in a way he can’t move it off my shoulders.

I look down, avoiding his gaze. Knowing that if I look into those steel-grey eyes, I’ll let him do whatever he wants, I’ve already proven that.

‘No condom, What was I thinking?’ The thought goes through my mind while the strange wetness inside me serves as a reminder.

Again he places his fingers on my chin and lifts my head. His eyes find mine, the butterflies in my stomach reacting instantly. Finally, he gives me a soft kiss and says. “You shouldn’t be shy; I’m naked too, right?” His fingers caress my cheek, and I feel my resistance weaken.

‘Does he know I can’t say no to him?’ I think as I reluctantly open my bathrobe and let it slide off my shoulders.

Jack smiles when the bathrobe falls to the floor, letting his eyes travel up and down and says. “Good girl! Come.” The tone of the last word made it clear that he expected me to obey.

‘Did he just call me a good girl?’ I frown and look down again. I feel my cheeks burn. ‘And why do I get excited about it?’ Confused, I look up and see him stepping through the door. Without thinking, I quickly follow him. Feeling an irresistible urge to do what he tells me to.

#Jack#

I shake my head as I step into Anna’s room. ‘What was I thinking, calling her a good girl. dick move!’ I think as I sit down on her bed; Anna swiftly positions herself in front of me. Surprised, I look up. After what I just said, I assumed she’d be angry or feel humiliated. Instead, she looks at me with those mesmerising light blue eyes highlighted with traces of red, her head slightly tilted. Her hands in front of her hips, fingers curled lightly, touching her clean-shaven pubic mound. I let my eyes wander; her perky breasts toped with areolas just a shade darker than her pale skin. Her flat belly with the cutest navel I’ve ever seen. My cock twitches.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

Anna frowns. “I don’t know; you told me to come with you.” She starts nibbling her lower lip.

I frown while I think. ‘Does Anna expect me to tell her what to do?’

With a smile, I say. “Oh,” I say. “Yea, It was my turn, I guess?”

Anna’s eyes go wide. “You want to keep playing?”

I nod. “Why not? It’s been fun, and we’ve got all night.”

Anna frowns; She looks down, shifting her weight repeatedly from one leg to the other. “Alright, a few more.”

“Great.” I take her phone off the nightstand and hit the go button.

‘Anna: Truth or dare.’

I hand the phone to Anna, and she hits the truth button.

‘Anna, If your partner cheated on you, what would be your first reaction.’

“I’d probably cry,” She says. “Wondering what I did or didn’t do that you’d had to cheat.” She looks up to me and continues. “But I think you wouldn’t cheat on me, right?”

‘So we’re in a relationship now?’ I think. Smiling at her, I reply. “Of course not; who would cheat on you?”

Anna shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s my turn?” I ask her as I hold out my hand. Anna hits the go button and hands the phone over. I hit dare without hesitation.

‘Jack, casino siteleri make a video of Anna fingering herself.’

“Nice one!” I say as I look up at Anna; she frowns and looks at me anxiously. Her reaction is apparent; she doesn’t like this. I sigh and say. “Are we skipping this one?”

Her face brightens as she smiles eagerly. I press the go button again.

‘Anna: truth or dare.’

“Can I take a truth?” she asks.

“No, your previous choice was a truth. Now it’s dare; that was the deal.”

She nods and presses dare.

‘Anna, For the next three days. do a dare of the highest level every day.’

Anna nods and hands the phone to me.

I go for daring again.

‘Jack, send a dick-pic to Anna.’

I smile and open the camera on Anna’s phone. I take the picture and hand her phone back.

Anna blushes as she looks at the picture. She bites her lip and lets her eyes slide to my member. Then, when she looks back at her phone, she asks. “The last one for today? I’ll take a dare.”

I smile and say. “Yes, fine.”

Anna presses the dare button.

‘Anna, sit on Jack in cowgirl. Then, while you ride him, beg him to cum inside.’

Again she looks at me anxiously and opens her mouth to say something. I shake my head. ‘I won’t let this one pass.’ I think.

“You said it yourself. A dare is a dare. And we’ve already done something similar.”

She lowers her eyes and nods. Then, after a few seconds, she says. “You’re right,” she says softly. “I’ll do it.”

I quickly lie down on my back, and Anna places herself above my hip. I take hold of my cock and hold it towards her entrance. Slowly as she bites her lip, she lowers herself. Lubricated by my cum, I slide smoothly into her narrow channel. When I’m entirely inside her, she starts rocking her hips gently. Her vaginal walls are massaging my length, making me moan.

She places her hands on my chest and starts lifting her hips; every time she lets them fall, she lets out the cutest moan. Then, she looks into my eyes and bites her lower lip. Hesitant, with her lilting voice no louder than a whisper, she says. “Cum inside me.”

I grab her hip and use my grip to give her movements extra intensity. She gasps for air, and I smile. Teasing, I ask. “What did you say? I didn’t understand you.”

She moans and closes her eyes. Then, a little louder, she says. “Please cum inside me.”

Her words don’t miss their effect, and I feel the pressure build in my balls.

I lift her hips a little and start fucking her. My first thrust makes her lose her balance. Anna falls forward, causing her head to be next to mine. I reposition my hands with one hand and firm grip on the back of her neck; I hold her head close to mine. At the same time, my other hand rests at the small of her back. I thrust harder and faster; Anna gasps and moans with each thrust. Finally, I turn my head to face her. She’s frowning; her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

‘She’s so beautiful.’ I think. I keep up my pace and feel my orgasm approaching. “I’m almost there; where did you want me to cum?”

Anna looks at me and gets a cute blush on her cheeks. “Just do it. In- inside me.”

I curl my back and thrust deep into Anna, grabbing her hips with both hands, trying to push myself deeper. My balls tense, and my most intense orgasm ever passes through my body. Anna squeals as I shoot my first squirt into her. Her pussy tightens around my member. I groan and feel the rest of my orgasm flow into her. With each spurt, I feel her pussy contract as if it is milking me.

I lower my hips and pull Anna with me. I roll over and come to lie on top of her. I kiss her soft lips, and she wraps her arms around me. After a few minutes of kissing, my member begins to go limp. I straighten myself and pull my member out, and lay down alongside her.

She looks at me and says, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

I frown. “No, please stay here; I want to cuddle a bit.”

Anna looks at me hesitantly and says. “But I’m going to stain the sheets.”

I smile, take my pillow and say. “Raise your hips.” She does as I ask, and I place it under her butt, keeping her hips high. I smile and wrap my arms around her and say. “There, now you won’t.”

#Anna#

Jack’s method proved to be effective; my raised hips kept his seed from leaking out. Which also means that it is now pooling inside me. I close my eyes, and a shiver goes through my body as his hand caresses my belly.

His gentle touch puts me at ease. His caressing relaxes me, and soon, I drift asleep.

When I wake up the following day, I have a soaring feeling between my legs and in my lower abdomen. I can still feel his sperm inside me. I look aside; Jack is still asleep. I get up, get some clean clothes and go to the bathroom. After washing myself thoroughly, I go to the kitchen and make breakfast.

“Good morning Anna.” Jack’s voice is cheerful, and he smiles when I look güvenilir casino at him. “Did you sleep well?”

I nod, placing the pancakes I just made on the table. “I made breakfast.”

Jack smiles and says. “I can see that, yes, thanks.” Then, he steps up to me and kisses me; immediately, I feel a warmth spread in my chest. Then, he sits down and takes a pancake from the stack. “What do you want to do today?”

‘Is he planning to stay?’ I think and answer his question. “Lilly and I are going to the sauna later.”

Jack sighs. “I’ll pass on that. So you go, and I’ll come back tonight.”

“Tonight?” I look at him questioningly.

“Yeah, Your parents are still travelling, and I thought we should take advantage of it?” His eyes find mine, and I bite my lip. “Or would you rather we didn’t?”

I think. ‘Oh god, I can’t let Jack down. I’ve waited years for his attention.’ I shake my head and say. “No, that’s fine! I like being with you.”

Jack smiles and takes another pancake. “Perfect! I’m looking forward to it.”

—

Shortly after noon, the doorbell rings; as soon as I open the door, Lilly hugs me. “How was it? Jack looked happy when he came home, so tell me everything!”

“I’ll tell you on the way,” I say as I take my backpack. “Right now, all I want is to be able to stay at the spa as long as possible.”

We get to the car and leave; on the way, I tell her everything that happened last night. I had started to tell her everything superficially, but Lilly kept interrupting me, asking for more details. So halfway through the story, I began also to describe the details.

“- It was fantastic; I’ve never come like that before.” I continued with my story. “And suddenly, he turned me around and pulled my hips up; I understood what he wanted, and when I nodded, he gently pushed back inside. However, it wasn’t long before he started thrusting harder. And suddenly, he came. I was startled, I tried to pull away, but he made sure I couldn’t and-“

Lilly interrupted me, her voice filled with anger. “What did he do! He didn’t ask if he could cum in you?”

“No, but-” I stumble.

Lilly starts yelling. “I’ll kill him! He can’t-“

“Lilly!” I interrupt her. “It’s ok, he assumed he could, and I’m taking the pill-“

I feel myself getting dizzy as fear overwhelms me. ‘Fuck! I forgot to take my pill yesterday.’ I think.

Lilly looks aside. “Are you alright, Anna? You look a bit pale.”

I nod quickly; considering her earlier reaction, I don’t dare say what I just thought. “Yeah, I was dizzy for a while, probably car sickness.” I lie while avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, we’re almost there.” So says Lilly as she turns into a small street that leads to the spa’s parking lot. She shakes her head.

“He should have asked Anna, I’m on the pill too, but I don’t want anyone to cum inside me.”

Mainly to calm tempers, I say. “I didn’t mind. It was quite exciting.”

‘I’ll better stop telling her more. If she hears that at the next dare, he insisted that I’d beg him to cum inside me, she’ll really kill him.’ I think while biting my lip. ‘And even though I didn’t want him to cum in me again, it was obvious he was enjoying it so much. I made him happy, and that’s the most important thing.’

The car stops, and my thoughts are interrupted. I look up and see that we have arrived at the spa. The complex is enormous and looks very modern. The car park is much bigger than I would expect for a spa and suddenly anxiety takes over again.

“Lilly, this is a public Sauna!” I say, shocked.

“Yeah, do you really think a private sauna can be that cheap?” Answers Lilly, and she shakes her head. “Don’t panic; there’s only a small part where you have to be naked, and we don’t have to go there.”

Lilly’s words put me at ease a bit. Although I had taken a one-piece swimming suit instead of a bikini, had I known this.

We enter the complex and look at the price list to choose the package. Lilly gives me a push and says. “Look, for 20$ more, we can take a package with a massage.”

I smile. ‘A massage would be nice.’ I think, and I say. “Good. let’s take that one.”

We step up to the cash register and order our tickets. The woman at the reception gives us some information and asks. “What massage would you have liked, face or body?”

Lilly answers immediately. “Body.” The receptionist taps on her computer and gives us our tickets, after which we change and step into the spa.

The inside of the complex is even more impressive than the outside. All the walls are finished in black natural stone, and blue lights create a relaxing atmosphere. I smile and step straight into the pool. The water is pleasantly warm, and soon, despite my earlier doubts, I feel at ease. While we talk, we regularly switch between the different saunas and pools.

After about two hours, Lilly says. “We have to go to our massage.”

I look at the large clock on the wall and nod. “Yes, I just saw a sign indicating the canlı casino massage rooms.”

Lilly gets out of the pool and puts on her bathrobe, I instantly regret not bringing one myself, and we follow the signs. Suddenly we arrive at a frosted glass door. The meaning of the pictogram in the middle of the door is clear. No bathing suits allowed.

Again, I am overwhelmed by anxiety.

“Lilly,” I grab her arm. “That’s where you need to be naked.”

Lilly rolls her eyes and says. “It’s just walking through Anna; You can use my bathrobe.” She pulls open the door and pushes me into the airlock.

As soon as the frosted glass door closes behind us, I hear the door in front of me unlock. I look at Lilly, who has already taken off the top of her bikini. Reluctantly I follow her example and undress. Once naked, Lilly gives me her bathrobe, which I gratefully wrap around my body.

We step through the door, and I look around. At first sight, there are about ten people present. Most of them are over 50, and it is clear that we, being 18, are the youngest.

I quickly continue in the sign’s direction, but an employee stops me after my second step. “Excuse me, ma’am. But clothing is not allowed here. There are lockers to put your things in.”

I feel a blush appear on my cheeks and nod. I look at Lilly, who clearly has no problem with being naked. She looks at me relaxed and puts her hand on my back. Gently she pushes me towards the locker and whispers. “Don’t worry about it; everyone is naked here. They’ll look at you more if you’re not.”

I look down at the floor, let the bathrobe slide off my shoulders, and place it in the locker. Then, as best I can, I use my arms and hands to cover my body and quickly step towards the massage rooms. On the way, I can swear that at least five men are staring at me, blushing and embarrassed, I arrive at the rooms.

We both enter a separate room; glad that I have found some privacy despite my nakedness, I try to relax. In the middle of the small space is a massage table. On the other side of the room is a door marked ‘staff only’.

I lie down on my stomach on the table. About one minute later, the ‘staff only’ door opens. When I look up and see a young man, about 30, entering the room, anxiety overwhelms me once again. Fiercely blushing, I wish I could sink through the floor. ‘Oh God, a man. And I’m naked and alone. What if he tries something?’

The man smiles and says. “First time? You seem a bit tense.”

Unable to speak, I nod, and he smiles again. Then, in a soft voice, he says. “Try to relax a bit. I’ll do my best to make it as pleasant as possible.” He steps towards me, takes a towel from under the table and places it over my bottom. His hands go to a pump, and he takes an oil that smells like lavender.

His first touch sends a shiver down my body; he gently rubs the oil over my back and neck and then starts massaging my shoulders. His strong hands exert just enough pressure, and after a few minutes, I feel myself relaxing. He rubs from my shoulders to my neck and back to my shoulders. I close my eyes and enjoy the massage. Gradually he massages lower and lower on my back until he is just above my bottom.

He stops, takes a bit of oil and steps to the foot end of the table, where he takes hold of my foot. Again he starts massaging with the perfect amount of pressure, gradually working his way up to my calves. His hands go higher and higher until they reach the edge of the towel, about 7 inches above my knee.

I open my eyes and think. ‘Oh god, a few more inches, and he can touch my pussy. If he does that, I’ll never be able to defend myself.’ I think

I bite my lip; the thought is arousing, and I feel a tingle in my pussy.

His hands slide a little higher, pushing the towel upwards. His gentle touch makes me gasp for air, and unconsciously I moan softly.

Realising what I’ve just done, I start blushing again and mumble. “Sorry.”

The man smiles and says. “No problem,” He slides his hand slightly higher. And again, I moan before I can stop myself. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

His hands now massage my thighs a few inches from my pussy; I’m sure when he lifts his fingers, he’s touching my pussy. The thought excites me further, and unconsciously I open my legs a little. The towel has now been pushed up so far that he can probably see everything, perhaps even the wetness forming between my legs. My heart is beating violently against my chest.

The man lets his hands slide down, and the trans is broken. I breathe heavily, embarrassed that I hoped he would touch me more intimately.

His hands take hold of my other foot, and again he starts massaging me. Furthermore, he’s gradually moving his hands upwards, and again I sink deeper into the trans of pleasure. Finally, his hands slide higher and higher, and suddenly he is a few inches from my pussy again. Meanwhile, every movement of his hands on my thighs makes me moan openly. Then, unconsciously, I open my legs further.

The man’s hand on the outside of my leg slides up my buttock. The pressure of the movement makes my buttocks rise, I feel the skin of my loins tighten, and my labia open a little. My eyes fly open, and I stop breathing. Suddenly I think. ‘Is he going to-‘

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This story builds to a climax chapter by chapter. You will enjoy it much more and it will make more sense if you read them in sequence and save Chapter 5 for last.

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That was the beginning of the most intensely sexual period in Larissa’s young life, when her handsome and rich boyfriend, who had already swept her off her feet, won her body as well as her soul through passion and physical seduction and carried her to greater and greater heights of desire and satisfaction.

She could not believe her luck! She had gone in four months from a lonely stay-at-home girl, attractive but frumpy and repressed, to a charmed life, out every night with this most glamorous and accomplished older man who treated her like a princess and expanded her horizons in every way. Yet, ever the realist at heart, Larissa could see problems in everything and she worried about three in this relationship: 1) should she move in with him? (and would he accept her cat?), 2) should she quit her job? (now that her boyfriend’s law firm had finally got her bond-rating employer’s business, it didn’t seem like there was a conflict of interest anymore), 3) what was it all about, the thing with her twat?

Turner had taught her that word — twat — and had made her comfortable using it in casual conversation with him, along with crude words like quim, cooch, cunt, pussy, snatch, beaver, cooter, chach, poon, snatch, and vadge. She learned that because she shaved her fabulous vulva (except for the little triangle of hair over her pubic bone), it was a wugget. She learned the real names for her twat’s most basic parts, like the fornix. She read up on the operation, care and maintenance of her clit. They needed an extensive vocabulary for her private parts because her twat had become a big part of their life as a couple and they often needed to talk about it.

Larissa knew that she was attractive, but not beautiful, in a sweet, brown-haired, skinny-body, small-busted sort of way. But she had always considered her private parts to be too big, ugly and dirty and so it was hard for her to accept that to someone else they might be beautiful and exciting. Turner seemed to find an entire erotic world in the pink folds of her vagina, the translucent texture of her elastic labia, the prominent mounds of her outer lips, and, above all, her long, thick, vibrant female member, a clit for the ages, resonant with eroticism, focus of her stimulation and his generosity, all to be finally washed and anointed with her abundant secretions that gushed forth and the sweet, clean, intoxicating odor of desire and satisfaction they brought forth from inside her.

Almost every time they were together, and always when she spent the night, Turner would conclude the date with an hour or more of pussy-licking, bringing her off again and again with his talented tongue and lips before finishing them both off with a deeply satisfying but ultimately anticlimactic fuck. Over and over again, but with infinite variations of subtlety, seduction, enticement, erotic progression, and poetry his mouth would end up between the huge outer lips on her prominent mound, licking her most sensitive parts, tugging on her long flappy labia, sucking the juices from her wet hole, lapping and drawing in her oversize clitoris, which became very large when she was aroused, which was all the time when he was orally pleasing her.

On weekends this could go on for hours. Turner would pleasure her in bed, by the pool, in his car when they were in a secluded spot, in hotel rooms when they went away for a long weekend, outdoors when güvenilir bahis they hiked up the mountain, on the loading dock in the back the museum of science and industry, and, once, in the back of a limousine that was taking them to a charity ball.

He almost never stopped until she had had at least three orgasms from oral alone, and then, rock hard, he would mount her and ride her to a final shared, usually simultaneous, orgasm that would leave her exhausted and him throbbing inside her, as his abundant semen squished and her pelvis quivered from the long, intense stimulation as his seed seeped out around his softening dick and spilled under them. That presented something of a problem in the limousine but it cleaned up ok in the end once the chauffeur got some paper towels.

Larissa didn’t know which she liked better: the hours (literally) that Turner spent staring appreciatively at her exceptionally beautiful and large genitalia and pleasuring her with his mouth and taking his fill of her texture and warmth and wetness, or the final, ecstatic penetration after an excruciatingly long and intense buildup, ending in the gorgeous feeling of being filled by him and his copious seed.

But there was variety, too. It was not all the same and it never became boring. Very soon after they began their mutual adventure of exploring the capabilities of Larissa’s wondrous vagina, Turner introduced his equally talented fingers to the repertoire. He did his first finger penetration after giving her a huge oral orgasm and while she was still foggy from her bliss he inserted first one, then two fingers into her. In her relaxed condition, she accepted them readily and marveled at how good they felt as they prodded and probed and tapped lightly on the little hard knob that she later learned was her cervix and with which they would become very well acquainted. Soon he was regularly plumbing her depths with his fingers and her ecstasy shot to new heights one night when he curled his fingers and caressed a spongy, squishy spot just behind her pubic bone — oh did it feel good!

Soon he was spending as much time rubbing the pad of his finger on her G-spot as he was sucking her long, quivering clit and she learned how to slide into extravagant, satisfying, mind-blowing orgasms from either one. Sometimes she felt that he was training her, like a lion-tamer trains a big cat to jump through a hoop, and the thought pleased her because it meant that he was dominant, she was submitting, and she was learning, not only new tricks but a new way of relating to the world, through her body and through her emotions instead of with her intellect. In the privacy of their bed, she was more than happy for him to possess her and to play her body — her vagina, mostly — as if it were his instrument.

After teaching her about her G-spot, he spent more time on it and over a period of several weeks he would often spend a very long time just bringing her to her first orgasm with his fingers, massaging the outside of her vulva at the same time that he was stimulating her inside. It always felt good and she always came from it but one evening she had a new experience! He had taken an even longer time than usual and great care to build her up slowly and to keep her on edge for a long time — she knew it was going to be a big one! But she was completely unprepared for the overwhelming, spasming, volcanic orgasm that came, accompanied by a long stream of fluid that came gushing out of her, over his hands and onto the sheets!

Turner had taught her to squirt!

At first she was humiliated! güvenilir bahis siteleri She thought she had peed herself! But Turner laughed and kissed her, first on the twat and then on the lips (when she tasted herself on his mouth, she tasted sweet) and told her it was ejaculation, just like a man! It felt so good! From then on, she loved doing it. It was something her body could do that was special!

Released from her hang-ups, finally accepting that her oversized genitals were not ugly, and newly aware that her body was really a remarkably refined and responsive creation capable of great joy and receiving great pleasure, Larissa was more confidant and relaxed and accepting of herself. She did not beat herself up anymore for her shortcomings, or compare her skinny figure or her small tits to other women she imagined were better looking. If she was good enough for Turner, she was world class, became her attitude.

She still did not like to wear a bathing suit in public or around other people, however. The outlines of her big mound and cleft and the bulge from her oversize labia were too obvious under the fabric, and because the rest of her was skinny, her visibly female attributes were even more exaggerated. She got a bikini just to wear around him, nobody else, but that was a waste of money, because she was quickly made naked soon as they were alone. So it did not take long after their first copulation for the lovers to spend most of their time together nude at his home. This made it all the easier for Turner to turn her on and initiate yet another oral-genital makeout session, whenever either of them felt the urge.

Larissa experienced one sexual breakthrough after another, and they all involved her pussy! After teaching her to squirt, Turner was now inserting more fingers. He had mastered the skill of twiddling her clit at the same time that he rubbed her G-spot and even managed to get his tongue almost an inch deeper into her by pulling her vagina open with his fingers! He was up to four fingers now and he was routinely tapping her cervix and moving it around after she was relaxed enough to enjoy it. She thought that within a few weeks he would try to put his whole hand up there, something that she had read on-line was called “fisting”. She was not sure if she would like it, but everything else he had done to her she had loved, so why not try it? Then beyond that there was something called “creampie” that she had heard about and an endless possibility of insertions, big and multiple, with all kinds of objects: plastic, glass, metal, you name it, some of them electrical and moving, others quiet, some you sat on and some you pushed into yourself, but all of them long! Larissa felt that she and Turner had years to explore the fine, nuanced erotic possibilities of her twat.

But although Larissa was happy to keep exploring her own vagina with her man, taking it one step at a time and learning through experience just what her wonderful, wet cavity was capable of doing, there was another goal taking shape in her mind. The ultimate sexual act for her talented twat was to channel his potent sperm into her receptive womb and lead it to a fertile egg and then, job temporarily done except for entertainment during the period to follow, come back into play nine months later, when the creation of their conception came barreling through it in the opposite direction. Copulation! Insemination! Fertilization! Impregnation! Procreation!

Some day, maybe not long in the future, they would make a baby together, she was sure! She would go off the iddaa siteleri pill, he would impregnate her with great ceremony, and her life and body would change forever! Maybe during pregnancy her boobs would grow! Maybe she would put on weight, not too much but enough to fill out her frame! Maybe her hips would widen, so she would have a butt Turner would want to look at! Maybe her white thighs would grow just enough that her pussy wouldn’t look so huge any more between them!

Well, he hadn’t said anything about a lasting commitment or marriage, but by the late summer every time he went down on her, and that was getting to be almost every day, sometimes twice, she started thinking about carrying Turner’s child. It made the sex even better. AAA, in her book.

And for variety, Larissa sometimes went down on Turner, too. She was shy about it at first — she did not have much experience with fellatio. But seeing how enthusiastically Turner licked her pussy, she decided that it was only fair that she reciprocate! So she learned. At first, she took his eager, stiff cock into her mouth to get him excited. It was quickly obvious that he did not need her to suck dick to get him excited! On the contrary, he acted like he wanted to save himself, so that he could deposit his pent-up semen into her pussy with all his energy at the end of their love-making. After all, he was 40, 14 years older than she was, and it was getting harder for him to come more than a couple of times in a night, but he didn’t think to mention that to her and she didn’t notice it herself, because of her limited experience. (The first couple of times with a boy, he made a mess on her hand before he even got to the good part. But on the plus side, he was ready to go again a couple of minutes later.) She liked it that Turner could stay hard a long time at a stretch and that’s what she noticed.

He liked having his cock sucked much more at the very end of their love-making, after he had satisfied himself orally in her glorious orifice and then come copiously in her capacious quim. When he pulled out, his penis was coated thickly with his rich white sperm and her clear sweet secretions. He liked to watch her to take him and all the lovely wetness into her warm and inviting mouth, sucking out the last few drops of his ejaculate and keeping him stiff a little longer. On some nights, he was able to penetrate her a second time, adding a thinner, watery load to her saturated pussy.

Larissa had felt intimidated at first, in Turner’s luxurious home and with his erotic art setting seemingly unattainable standards of beauty and sensuality. Like that little pewter figurine on his side table, for example. Larissa had taken a good look at it and it was an exquisite piece, as finely wrought as if it was made of silver. It was an image of a woman, head thrown back, eyes closed, breasts heaving, back arched, squatting on an invisible penis and having herself an epic orgasm. Just a few months ago she would have been so intimidated by it, because it was so explicit. Now she loved it, because every time she saw it she was in Turner’s bed and it inspired her to emulate its perpetually orgasming subject!

By September, they had made a new lifestyle for themselves. She was spending all her free time at his home, most of it nude, and had brought over the cat (who tried to escape twice, and who always hissed and ran away from Turner). She was thinking about giving up her apartment entirely, but her conservative conscience kept telling her not to do it until he made a commitment. A long-term commitment. She sensed that it might be coming but he hadn’t said anything yet. She needed to broach the subject if he did not. But everything was going so well! Did she really want to say anything that might spoil the mood?

Life was too good. Or was it?

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My wife was the first woman I’d ever met who enjoyed being spanked. I’ve always been open to new experiences, so I was more than willing to try anything that promised to, as she put it, “made her got enough to explode”. My first few swats brought critical remarks. I’m not sure if it was the advice or the criticism, but it didn’t take long for me to get it right. When I quit spanking her, she was dripping and ready. After a little more foreplay, we had amazing sex.

I didn’t understand why it did what it did to her, but I accepted it freely. I knew there was a factor of the need to submit, and she acknowledged this. Still, there was something too simple about that explanation that bothered me. So I told her I wanted her to spank me. She said she’d never enjoyed it when she’d tried it in the past. But she tried. The first two times I stopped her after only a few swats. It just stung my ass.

One morning, however, I got out the leather paddle I’d bought her and applied it to her voluptuous bottom. She ignited as usual. But I wanted to play some more before we consummated our act. So we kissed, fondled, stroked and nibbled to great length. I decided I really, that day, wanted a spanking. I asked her to do it. She warmed me up with her hand. It didn’t bother me. In fact, I wanted to push my envelope. So I told her to go on. She began with the paddle. I was able to stand it long enough to learn. I pushed my awareness through the pain and found the pleasure. I didn’t have to direct or control, just submit. When she stopped, I asked for more. By the time she stopped again, I was ready to come. The act itself was almost an anticlimax.

Flash forward a year. I still didn’t like being spanked as much as she did, but I asked for it often enough to remind myself of the effect. She, on the other hand wanted it all the time. We made it a part of our wagers — on cards, on pool, on nearly every contest or game. We had even devised a paddling board game. But the whole subject was strictly private and intended to remain so.

We had invited another couple over for dinner one night. I had worked with Tom for years before he met and married Tammy. We’d done a lot of things together over the next few years, and we were about as close as friends could be — at least to a point. When I met Cindy, they welcomed her into the friendship. She fit with them and we continued to have fun. Only now it was better because we were a foursome, instead of me always going home alone.

After dinner we decided to play some cards. We ran through the lists of games that we knew. There were a lot that some of us knew, but only a couple that we all knew. We settled on Hearts. Cindy and I played against Tom and güvenilir bahis Tammy. The first two games were split. We were drinking as we played and we joked a lot. Lots of good-natured banter back and forth between all of us. I suspect that more people think Cindy is into spanking then she realizes. Her speech, and especially her joking, is frequently scattered with references to spanking or being spanked. Anyway, this night was no exception.

Cindy had been getting hornier as the night went on. Little remarks and gestures told me, and even Tom and Tammy commented on it. When I scolded her for doing something foolish in the game, I threatened her with a spanking. She grinned at me and made a comical face. “Ooh! Promises, promises!” she jeered. I arched an eyebrow at her. When I looked at Tom he was grinning, too. I decided it was time to bring this fetish out of the closet.

I threw my hand down and pulled my wife from her chair. Wrestling her on the floor, I managed to get her into a helpless position on her belly. I gave her a quick ten swats. She squealed and struggled, but I knew she was mostly pretending. Tom cheered me on and Tammy was laughing hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. When I released Cindy, she sprang up red-faced and sputtering. But I noticed that her eyes were dilated. A sure sign of arousal with her. She fought with me a little while, causing our friends to renew their laughter.

Then she turned on them. “So, Blondie,” she yelled at Tammy, “You think it’s so funny?” Tammy just nodded and tried to catch her breath. Cindy was on her in a flash. They wrestled while Tom and I cheered. The struggle went back and forth, but gradually Cindy gained ground. By the time she got Tammy under her and subdued, Cindy’s blouse was without buttons. Her tits were clearly visible under her sheer bra. Tammy was wearing a tee-shirt and a tight pair of shorts. Her shirt was rucked up until her back was almost totally exposed. Her shorts had ridden up so the bottoms of her cheeks were bared.

Cindy gave her a few swats, but it only caused Tammy to laugh harder. That only pissed Cindy off. “Get me the paddle, Dan!” she commanded. I looked at Tom. He seemed surprised, but just shrugged. I went to the bedroom and returned with the red leather paddle. Tammy turned her head just in time to see me hand it to Cindy. She shrieked and pleaded for mercy. Cindy acted as if she hadn’t heard. She swatted Tammy once fairly hard. The victim screamed.

Now, I knew that Cindy had learned to like giving spankings as much as I had learned to like giving — and getting — them. So I suspected this was turning my wife on a lot. I wondered what our guests were feeling along those lines. güvenilir bahis siteleri Cindy gave Tammy another four or five good swats. She was rewarded with screams and some determined struggling. Tom and I both noticed Cindy’s nipples poking at her bra, begging for release. I began to wonder where this would end up. I decided to push things a bit.

“Honey, I think maybe you should be doing this on her bare butt!” I called out. “Yeah!” Tom chimed in. Going me one better, he joined them on the floor and finally managed to pull his wife’s shorts past her wide hips and halfway down her thighs. He didn’t seem to care that Tammy’s panties had gone along with the shorts, but Tammy obviously did. I thought she’d made noise before, but the wailing she set up then was ear shattering. Still, Tom and I laughed and giggled. Cindy giggled along with us.

She waited until everybody settled down. Tammy struggled a while, but resigned herself to the fact that her ass was exposed to us all. Cindy patted it gently with her hand a few times and even caressed it. I wondered if it really registered that she was rubbing another woman’s ass. ‘Well,’ I thought, ‘Duh! Of course she does!’ But Cindy’d always denied any attraction to other women. My pants seemed to get tighter around the crotch. I figured Tom was feeling the same effect from the show.

Then Cindy swatted Tammy sharply several times with her hand. Tammy gasped but didn’t scream. This was different, I thought. Cindy raised the paddle. She brought it down and it SMACKed against the bare flesh. Then was when Tammy screamed. But it wasn’t the same sound. When the paddle fell again, as hard or harder, the response was a sharp intake of breath. I couldn’t tell then whether I’d imagined it or if she’d raised her ass a little bit right afterward. It seemed she was asking for more. I didn’t count, but I know Cindy gave her at least fifty swats before she stopped. Not all at once. They were punctuated with caresses and squeezing. Tammy’s screams had faded to whimpers and groans by the time Cindy dropped the paddle.

I had been glancing at Tom’s expression every once in a while to gauge how he was reacting to it all. He was very interested. There was a gleam in his eye that could only have been arousal. Then Cindy did something that surprised us all — even herself. Knowing how she’d be if the roles were reversed, she slipped her hand between Tammy’s thighs. Later she told me she’d almost forgotten Tom and I were there. She had gotten so caught up in the excitement she was getting from spanking a woman she wasn’t thinking. We watched, fascinated. Cindy’s hand went between her thighs and Tammy opened herself, raising up, offering herself. iddaa siteleri Cindy accepted the offer. Tom and I watched open-mouthed as Cindy stroked and fingered Tammy’s dripping pussy. The only sound in the room was Tammy’s sighs and Cindy’s gasps.

Then Tom stood up. I wasn’t sure where he was headed, but I thought I knew. I rose as well and went to Cindy. I pulled her pants down and turned her over my knee. She went gladly. Our position was such that we could see Tom had dropped his own pants. Cindy brought the hand that had been pleasuring Tammy to her own lips and licked the fingers one by one. I picked up the paddle and layed it on to Cindy’s ass. I turned her butt bright red as we watched Tom fuck his wife right there on our living room floor.

I was too excited to take the spanking very far. After only 25 swats or so, I turned Cindy over. Gripping her pants by the ankles, I jerked them the rest of the way off. I managed to struggle out of my own pants and plunged my hard cock to the hilt in Cindy’s cunt. My attention was divided between watching Tom And Tammy and the pleasure of fucking Cindy. Cindy just watched and groaned. I knew she was totally with me, but she couldn’t stop watching. As Tammy’s breathing and moaning signaled her approaching orgasm, she reached across the floor. Cindy reached to her and they held hands while they both came. I don’t know when or if Tom came, but seeing those two female hands gripping together drove me over the edge. I filled my wife with my come and gradually slowed to a stop.

We were all slightly embarrassed after it was all over. Tammy covered her face with her hands and at first refused to look at us. Cindy wasn’t quite as bad, but she kept just shaking her head and looking away from us. We reassured them that it had been one of the sexiest displays we’d ever seen. When I pointed out that Tom and I had gotten as carried away as they had, and were equally exposed, they began to relax. After a few minutes, we were all laughing and giggling like kids. To me, it felt like finding the thing I had most hoped for under the Christmas tree. Like having a new toy.

When we finally managed to get all untangled and wiped off and dressed, Tom said he thought they should be getting home. They turned down all our encouragement to stay. At the door, Cindy gave Tammy a hug. Tammy hugged back. She turned to go but came back after only a step away. She hugged Cindy again, then kissed her on the lips. I could see she was embarrassed, but felt she had to do it. She looked at Cindy a few seconds, then said, “Thank you. And…maybe we can all do this again sometime?”

“Count on it!” Cindy said and squeezed my hand. “Next time, though, maybe we’ll have to get the guys’ pants down and have them over our knees!” We all laughed at that. But I knew she was serious. I wondered if Tom knew it too. And if he did, I wondered how he felt about the idea. I found out, but that’s another story.

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Why are so many Black men afraid of strap-on dildos? Seriously, my brothers, they’re not a threat to your manhood. That’s what I’ve been wondering about. My name is Monique Harrison. I’m a five-foot-nine, curvy and dark-skinned Jamaican-born Canadian bombshell living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study Law. When I’m not in class, I’m burning up the internet as Mistress Noire, the only Black professional dominatrix operating in the Capital region of Canada. How’s that for a resume? A lot of people would find me strange because of what I do ( if they knew ) but I don’t care. As a masked, leather-clad dominatrix, I can have all the wicked fun that I want. Stick with me and you might learn a thing or two.

Recently, I was contacted by a tall, handsome young Black man named Dylan Jean-Pierre. He contacted me on my website, described himself as a Montreal native from Quebec living in Ontario and wanted to book an encounter. I was puzzled by this guy who described himself as six feet two inches and two hundred and forty pounds of pure Black masculinity. I get contacted by a lot of submissive men and women, and over eighty percent of them are white. For some reason, Black folks simply haven’t embraced the world of BDSM. I don’t know why. Do they think it’s nasty or perverted? Do they think it’s a white thing? I don’t know. Anyhow, I was thrilled to hear from Dylan Jean-Pierre and we booked an encounter for my dungeon in the City of Orleans, Ontario.

Dylan followed my instructions to the letter and met me at my lovely house in the suburb of Orleans. I live on Vineyard Road and it’s a lovely neighborhood. The house was purchased by my parents when they emigrated from the bahis şirketleri region of Montego Bay, Jamaica, to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, twenty years ago. These days, my parents are traveling in the Caribbean so I got the house to myself. I greeted Dylan in my shiny Black leather bustier and short Black leather skirt. Oh, and my shiny Black leather boots of course. I looked so hot. When I opened the door, a vision of masculine perfection greeted me. It was as if someone fused a male model and an NFL player together. Dylan Jean-Pierre was all that and then some. He looked mighty fine in a bright red silk shirt, Black silk pants and shiny Black boots. Dylan greeted me with a smile, and I welcomed him inside. Hot damn. This guy was genuinely making this sister’s mouth water!

Dylan and I sat in my living room, and we talked a bit before getting down to business. Dylan told me he found me really lovely. He apparently has a thing for tall, big-bottomed and dark-skinned Black women. Well, he came to the right place because that’s me in a nutshell. We talked about the dearth of Black folks in BDSM, as well as Black people’s shocking sexual conservatism when it came to kinky matters. Dylan and I agreed on a lot of things. He told me a bit about himself. He was twenty two, studying Criminology at the University of Ottawa. He was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to immigrant parents from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti. Dylan intrigued me. The guy was simply perfect. A sexy, educated brother who likes the kinky sisters. How did I get so lucky? Before anything, he handed me an envelope containing two hundred and forty dollars. That’s my standard rate for an hour-long session involving BDSM. Dylan smiled bahis firmaları at me and I smiled at him as I made the envelope disappear. Then I led him to the dungeon, which is what I call the basement.

Once in the basement, Dylan began to undress. I fetched my tools. Rubber gloves. Lubricant. A strap-on dildo. Twin vibrators. Whips. Chains. The works. I admired Dylan as he got naked. Hmmm. The brother had a good build and he had a big dick on him too. I resisted the temptation to go over to him and suck his thick, uncircumcised Black penis. Oh, and I so wanted to taste his big hairy balls but I’m a dominatrix and not an escort. No sucking or fucking with the clients. I asked Dylan to lie down on the wooden table, and I fastened steel bindings to his wrists and legs. I asked him how he felt and he told me he felt good. I rotated the table to a standing position, and began my performance. I took out my belt, and proceeded to punish Dylan for being such a damn pretty guy. I whipped his chest, his arms, his legs and even his groin with my belt. He groaned and grunted as I whipped him. Laughing, I whipped him some more.

After whipping Dylan for a good half hour, I deemed him ready for more. I donned my magnificent Black strap-on dildo. The veiny, realistic-looking one I reserved for my special clients. I put a condom on the strap-on dildo, and applied lubricant all over it. Then I flipped a switch and rotated the table to a sitting position. I went between Dylan’s legs and gently pried his ass cheeks open. I looked into his eyes as I fingered then lubricated his asshole. I asked him if he was nervous. Dylan smiled and shook his head. He told me he was excited. I smiled. Excitement is always better than fear. I pressed the kaçak bahis siteleri dildo against Dylan’s ass cheeks, and gently eased it inside. And just like that, I began fucking Dylan in the ass with my strap-on dildo. I was gentle at first but he was definitely not new to this. His hole was too supple and elastic. Someone’s been taking it up the ass! I asked him about that and he told me he owned several dildos. I smiled at that. Good for him!

I looked into Dylan’s eyes while sliding my beautiful Black dildo into the depths of his ass. The sexy young Black man groaned and grunted as I fucked him. I asked him how it felt to get fucked in the ass by a bossy Black woman. His reply was that it was the greatest feeling ever. I smiled at that. Good answer, Mr. Dylan. I continued fucking him, taking my sweet time as I explored his ass inch by inch with my strap-on dildo. I made him scream. I made him squeal. And yes I made him cum. He totally loved it. Dylan came spectacularly, his big cock spitting cum all over himself as I buried my dildo in his ass. That’s when I pulled out. Dylan sighed in pleasure, and took a moment to catch his breath. It had been that intense. I smiled at him. I’m glad someone had a good time. I really enjoyed doing him with my strap.

I let Dylan shower before he got back in his car and drove away. Before he left, Dylan gave me his email address and promised me he’d be back for another session. I smiled and waved him goodbye. I can’t wait. It was his first time with a professional dominatrix. Truth be told, it was my first time too, in a way. My first time dominating a sexy Black man with my strap-on dildo. Had I known it would be this much fun to top a Black man, I would have sought a Black submissive a long time ago. After Dylan left, I sat on my couch and fingered my wet pussy while thinking of all the mean and sexy things we did together. I had myself a hot, quick cum thanks to that. Oh, yeah. I can’t wait to see him again!

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Author’s note: The Depths of Depravity series is an anthology of short, stand-alone stories. They’re written from a first- and second-person perspective, with the first-person character being a nameless, faceless, dominant man, and the second-person character a submissive woman. I’ve kept the physical descriptions of these characters as light as possible, so that the reader may project their own images onto them as freely as possible.

This story has themes of watersports, humiliation, misogyny, and objectification.

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I am watching you at the restaurant. You are with someone, perhaps a date, a colleague. I see you excuse yourself and head to the bathroom. But you don’t realize that you left the bathroom door unlocked. Or maybe you did, secretly wanting to get caught. Wanting someone to walk in and catch you being your true self – a disgusting set of holes who will do anything for any kind of approval from men.

I wait a minute, then follow quietly. I open the door and see you. I see you sitting on the toilet, looking down at the piss trickling from between your legs. Before you can react to me being there, I cross the floor and clamp my hand over your mouth. I push you down to the ground, your knees hitting the cold tiles. You don’t yet register what is happening, but you’re trying to look up to get a glimpse of my face.

That’s not important. I grip your hair and turn you around. My other hand still over your mouth, preventing you from screaming. You’re kneeling in front of the toilet now. I love the way your tits jiggle beneath your dress as you take in rapid, panicked breaths. kaçak iddaa The fear in your eyes is intoxicating, but misleading. I can see your nipples starting to harden, poking through the dress, revealing how you truly feel. I smile. Slowly, I start pushing your head down into the toilet bowl.

What I sight you make. I know that for all your resistance, some part of you wants this. You could easily make a fuss, yell for help. But you don’t. You don’t even realize I’m no longer covering your mouth. I lower you further, until your face is right where you were just pissing. You can see the yellow water in the bowl You can smell it. And you know you want to taste it. Go ahead, stick out your tongue. You know you want to. You want to show me what a disgusting, depraved, whore you are. You want me to see you with your head in the toilet bowl, lapping up your piss in it. Your tits touching the cold porcelain, your hair dripping into the yellow liquid as you debase yourself for the amusement of a stranger. I watch you wiggle your ass as I stand behind you.

This is where you belong. You know that. You realize that this is your natural place. Your face in your own piss, not caring what else happens. A part of you is terrified, a part of you is disgusted, but another part of you is happy. Happy that someone forced you to face your true self. Happy that you don’t have to hide yourself anymore. Happy that you can indulge the most depraved parts of your mind without guilt.

You feel my foot kick your thighs apart further. You feel the top of my leather shoe tap against your dripping wet cunt lips and you let out a moan into kaçak bahis the piss below your face. You feel me brushing your pussy lips with my foot, and you push back, trying to hump it. Desperately trying to get yourself off, thankful that I at least thought you were worthy enough to spoil my shoes with your cunt juices. Humping it like a desperate bitch in heat, moans and grunts escaping your mouth as your face and lips are covered in your wet, warm, piss.

What a sight you are. Your disgusting, ugly body bent over the toilet, being held down by my hand at the back of your neck, moaning into your own pee as you hump a stranger’s shoe in order to get off. Doing your best to prove you are worth something, anything, as I reach around with the other hand and pinch your nipple. Twisting it and making you squirm, which only makes your clit throb harder as it brushes over my shoelaces. Wincing as I slap your whore tits. I can smell your filth. Your cunt juices, the stench of your pee in the air, the desperation dripping off your body.

It repulses me. I rub my shoe harder against your pussy. You hear me reaching up to unbuckle my belt. Unzipping my pants as I take my cock out. Your heartbeat quickens – maybe – finally – a man will think you are good enough to fuck. Maybe your sopping cunt will get some relief.

But you know that’s not what you deserve. You don’t deserve any pleasure. You deserve to be used, abused, and then thrown away. No self-respecting woman would do what you are doing right now, but then again, you’re not a self respecting woman are you. You’re an object. No better than the brush you were fucking yourself illegal bahis with before I walked in. No better than the toilet that your face is currently in.

Well then, if you are no better, I won’t treat you any better than that. You hear it at first, the low hiss, before you feel my warm piss over your back. Running down your shoulders into your hair, you feel it trickle from the back of your neck and over your tits. You feel a stream run down your face and into your mouth, and all you can do, pinned down as you are, is to hump my shoes faster as I continue pissing over you. The acrid taste, the warmth, the smell as it mixes with your own pee in the bowl, and being unable to do anything to stop it. Not wanting to stop it, even. Wanting it more and more as you hump yourself faster and faster. Twisting and slapping your own tits, hoping it will amuse me. You’re so close. You don’t want me to stop. You’re beyond caring who hears your moans. You’re beyond caring who sees you now. You just want to lose yourself in this filth. You just want to cum.

And it happens. As my stream of piss starts to slow down, you cum. You cum humping yourself like a desperate bitch in heat, grunting like a pig. Your pussy gushing over my expensive, leather shoes as your tongue laps up our mixture of piss in the toilet. Your back arching as the throes of your orgasm overtake you, my hand still preventing you from your raising your head, making sure you remember your place.

I zip up, give you one last look of disgust, and kick your pussy, making you spasm as your orgasm subsides. Without saying a word, you hear me leave. You remember your date. He must be wondering where you are now. Your face is still in the toilet. Your tits are sore and bruised. Your clit is throbbing. Your hair and dress are wet. And you have the biggest smile on your face.

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Hello readers,

For those of you enjoying my teasing-themed stories so far here on Literotica, I thought I’d take an opportunity to say thanks for the comments and ratings. My tales are targeted at a very specific type of reader, mostly passive / submissive males, so I wasn’t sure how well they’d be received here and I appreciate the mostly positive feedback.

There are plenty more works to come, by the way, as I’ve already written lots of erotica around the theme of sexual teasing, some of which I’ve posted elsewhere. Little by little I am revisiting them for posting here, and in some cases I’ve been making little changes and edits in an attempt to give them a better focus for this broader audience. And yes, doing that is a process I enjoy very much; it’s truly a labor of love!

If you’ve been reading and enjoying my work so far, you know that “cock teasing” is the common theme in my stories. As an attractive and sexually liberated woman, being a tease has become a fascination of mine throughout my entire adult life, and it is a distinct pleasure to share my experiences and fantasies with the audience here.

Unfortunately, cock teasing is also an aspect of sexuality that is often misconstrued or misunderstood. There is a colloquial bahis siteleri definition of the term “cock tease” that refers to a deceptive and deceitful woman, which is not at all the point of the scenarios I write about.

My erotic tales of seduction and prick teasing are not about a trick or a lie. Some women do behave in that way, intentionally deceiving men sexually, but I despise that kind of behavior and the last thing I want is to be perceived as promoting that kind of despicable trickery.

To that end, I hope I’ve succeeded in making it clear that my stories describe a consensual and mutually agreed upon role play, one that the male is fully aware of and is a willing participant in. I am aware that this kind of thing is not everyone’s cup of tea, but for those of you that find this type of role playing to be exciting, I hope you continue to enjoy my work.

Having said that, I’m sure you’ve observed that my stories are very much about the female in the scene having complete sexual control over the male and the situation. As many of you may be aware, consensual cock teasing can be considered to be one aspect or subset of female domination, although many people would agree that it is a very mild side of BDSM. The term “Tease and Denial” is canlı bahis siteleri one that is commonly acknowledged in the FemDom world as well.

Sexual teasing is intended to create powerful feelings of sexual and psychological need, and again, I stress that my scenario descriptions are about incorporating this type of activity in an agreed upon way, between mutually consenting adults. I also acknowledge that for lots of men, the idea of being teased to arousal and denied relief is not appealing, but for others, they find it to be an incredibly erotic aspect of their sexuality.

As far as my choice of story categories to post them in here, I decided that because my stories are focused on the sensual seduction and stimulation part of teasing and not on the darker aspects of pain or degradation, I have chosen to post them in the Fetish section as opposed to the BDSM section.

And in case anyone is wondering, many of my stories describe actual experiences I’ve had; others are based on certain interactions with lots of embellishments added, while others are pure fantasy. Which ones are real and which ones are fantasies? Wouldn’t you all like to know…

You also may have noticed that I frequently attempt to describe the scenes in a way canlı bahis that really involves the reader in them. To that end, some of my stories are written from the first and second person perspective, with me, the teaser-girl, as the main character and “you”, the reader, as the submissive male character.

This approach can be controversial, since it does appeal to passive / submissive males with an interest in sensual prick teasing, but can be less appealing for other readers. To balance that I will also be posting some of my stories in a more traditional third person perspective. And still, they won’t be to everyone’s liking, but nothing ever is, right?

There will also be some stories written from the perspective of the male being teased, not from my perspective as the teaser-girl. This happens because occasionally I receive an offer to collaborate with a male writer who has been inspired by my stories and suggests a specific scenario he wants to propose, and sometimes we work together on the details.

A recent story I posted, titled “Kitty Pimps Out Her BootBoy”, fits into that category, and of course, I shared it with his enthusiastic agreement. I introduced the scenario, with some notes about how it was written by him but needed lots of corrections (just like he does, ahem). And the second two parts were from his very excited perspective…

In any case, I hope all of you are enjoying my prick teasing erotica, and if so, stick around, there’s more to…come!

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