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Covid-19 has been tough on me. The masks and social distancing aren’t so hard. I was never one for going out with a large group of friends. But I haven’t seen my wife in a while. She is a literary agent and flew to Canada before all of this started. Now getting back from there is proving to be a difficult task. The travel restrictions are killing us.

Whenever she gets close to possibly being able to come home, she gets covid like symptoms and has to quarantine all over again. It’s been a few months and I miss her dearly. I miss her rubbing my shoulders whenever she’d walk by my desk. I miss checking out her ass whenever I could. She has sent me sexy pictures and videos daily, but it isn’t enough.

We’ve been married for fifteen years. She’s 40 years and I’m 45. She isn’t chubby but she isn’t super thin either. I love her curves and her long brown hair. We are the proud parents of a 19-year-old. Our daughter Autumn is a college student. My daughter and I spend all our time together these days. I am working from home on my computer in my office. She is in her room doing virtual classes.

Our daughter Autumn is a beautiful girl. I’m sure she gets it all from her mother. She is small and petite. She has long bright blonde hair and light blue eyes. She looked forward to college being time away from home and a chance to have fun. But she is cooped up with me all day.

It hasn’t been all bad. We go out sparingly and have everything else delivered. We watch a movie or play Mario Cart together a couple of nights a week. She spends most of her free time Facetiming her boyfriend or having Zoom calls with her friends. She has always been very social and had many friends. Her Zoom parties are so large. I walk by sometimes and am amazed at how many little boxes with people in them are on screen.

She has been seeing this boy Todd since early high school. I hear that name a lot through the walls. She is always calling him or making him cute little videos. I even hear her making different kinds of videos for him. She is an adult so it is no longer my place to control who she is sexual with. As long as she is consenting and being safe. I won’t comment on anything.

Sometimes during the day but even more at night. I hear her moaning his name through the walls and I hear the light muffled hum of a vibrator. I’m assuming she puts it under blankets and pillows to block the sound but I still hear it. Our walls have never been thick.

It can make me uncomfortable when I will hear her gentle whimpers and vibrator sounds. Then five minutes later she walks out of her room saying “hey dad!” And gives me a big warm hug. I shouldn’t be thinking this but knowing that she just touched herself can be thrilling.

It’s just the horniness talking but these are thoughts I’ve had. Before the travel restrictions. I had a very active sex life with my wife. We did it all. We never became one of those married couples that have a dead bedroom. We fucked like animals. Even after she gave birth to Autumn, she still desired to please me. She sucked me off many times a day until her vagina was ready to be fucked again.

The first night we met, we were already very compatible sexually. For a while, we didn’t even say words or go on dates. It was just meet up and have sex. We eventually got attached to each other. The sex drive and naughtiness never decreased though. In fact, my wife’s sexual appetite has only increased as the years have gone by. We masturbate together on Skype most nights. Throughout the day she sends me various pictures of her body. I’ll tell her to take a picture of her pussy while she is on the train and she’ll do it. We like that kind of thing. We’ve had a lot of sex in public places.

We have explored many different fetishes and figured out what we like or don’t like over the years. For example, my wife enjoys being tied up and pretending things are being done to her against her will. I like when she tells me to get her pregnant. I had a vasectomy a couple of years ago so it’s all in fantasy. We switch a lot with the power dynamic. Nobody is the “dom” or the “sub,” Sometimes she is more controlling and sometimes I am. Other times we just have normal sex where nobody has a clear role.

One thing we both really enjoy is the fantasy of incest. I’ll pretend she’s my mom or sister. She pretends I’m her dad or brother. We delve fully into our fantasies during the act. She says things like “cum in your daughter’s little pussy.” She calls me “daddy” when we’re out sometimes and I’ll call her “mommy.” A lot of couples who have been together as long as us aren’t like this. But my best friend Jake told me that he only sleeps with his wife once a week at most. I can’t imagine that kind of life. But these days I’m starting to relate to him. This is the longest I’ve gone without sex since I’ve met my wife.

I find myself masturbating multiple times a day like when I was a teenager. If I had an office to go to for work and a lot of tasks to accomplish. I might be able to push tuzla eve gelen escort past this. But I work from home and my job is pretty simple. I’ve risen through the ranks so I essentially just assign work for other people and oversee that it’s getting done. My team is solid so there is nothing I can do to distract myself.

My wife will give me naughty tasks. Yesterday she told me to secretly masturbate and cum during a zoom meeting with the higher-ups. It was awkward and I came while looking at my regional manager’s cleavage. But the possibility of getting caught and my wife commanding it from me was exciting. I told my wife that she can’t wear any underwear today. She also has to wear a short skirt and “accidentally” spread her legs a little too much and let a few people see throughout the day. So far she has already shown two people her pussy. It’s exhilarating to me. It’s like getting high off sex.

“Dad!” my daughter Autumn shouts from her room.

“Yes, honey!” I say back.

I hear my office door open so I turn my swivel chair around. My daughter is standing there leaning on the door frame. She’s wearing a tight thin white shirt. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric. Her pink shorts are tight as well. She must not be wearing underwear because I can see the outline of her pussy. I try my best to focus on her face. God, my wife needs to get home quickly.

“I’m going to the store, need anything?” She asks in an exhausted tone.

“I think we’re low on milk and eggs,” I say

“I know, that’s why I’m going to the store. We also need more meat to freeze and some cases of water bottles.”

“Could you pick me up some chips?”

“Sure thing.”

Autumn is usually bright and cheery. She has that natural light within her that can make everyone around her happy. But right now she seems stressed and exhausted.

“Honey,” I say causing her to turn back around and face me. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m just stressed, dad,” she begins. “I’ve been cooped up in this house for so long. Who knows when this will end? I’ll probably graduate from home and then get a job from home. I’m supposed to be at parties drinking right now.”

“Hey! You’re 19, you can’t drink.”

“Come on, dad, when did you have your first drink?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Exactly.”

My daughter lets out a long sigh and walks away. My eyes keep dropping down to her ass. Her shorts are so short. I can see a good portion of her ass. I hope she doesn’t go out like this. It’s not my place to say anymore but I hope she covers up before she leaves. This is an outfit I would tell my wife to wear while she is out. I didn’t even know Autumn owned clothes like this.

Autumn made a juicy meatloaf and roasted vegetables for dinner tonight. We can’t go anywhere so we try to have dinner at the table every night. Whether it is homemade or delivery. We always eat together. It is a highlight of my day. Usually, she is joking and telling me crazy things her friends said or did. But today she is just quietly eating her meal. Taking small bites of meatloaf and not making eye contact.

“Honey, you have to tell me what’s wrong,” I say in the most comforting voice I can produce. “I’m here for you.”

“You want to know what’s going on?” my daughter asks putting down her fork. “My boyfriend has been fucking his roommate!”

“Language!”

“I was always suspicious of him having a female roommate. But I figured we have sex a lot so that should satisfy his needs.”

“This is a lot of information I don’t need to hear.”

“You asked!”

“I’m sorry, dear, continue.”

“I guess I can see where he is coming from but it doesn’t excuse anything. Like yeah, not seeing each other in person has been hard you can’t fuck other people. I would have been able to move past it if it was just sex. But I think he has feelings for her.”

I understand how she feels. My wife has fucked other men around me and I’ve fucked other women. But it was a decided agreement. There were no feelings. We were just using them to add to our pleasure. Even when she has another man’s dick in her mouth. I know she is still thinking about me. We’d usually be inviting other people into our sex life but that doesn’t seem like something we’ll be able to do for a while.

“So where do you guys stand?” I ask.

“Where do you think?” My daughter snaps. “It’s over!”

“Calm it with the attitude.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. You’re trying to help and I appreciate it. I don’t mean to be nasty I’m just upset.”

“I understand, honey. Look, I don’t have anything to add. You’re hurting and rightfully so, he was being a jerk. But it’ll get better.”

This little talk seems to help. She is smiling again and telling me about this multimedia project she’s working on. I’m just glad to see my little girl in a better mood. She’s a sweet woman and a good kid. She doesn’t deserve to feel like she’s anything less than amazing.

“How have you and mom been holding up?” Autumn asks while I’m washing dishes. tuzla otele gelen escort “She’s so far away. It must suck.”

“It has been rough, but we stay in contact so it’s manageable,” I answer and put a plate on the drying rack.

“Yeah, you guys definitely keep in contact. These walls are thin, remember?”

I never considered that she could be hearing me through the walls. I hear her masturbating and moaning. When her now ex-boyfriend would come over I would hear them having sex sometimes. I don’t know how it never crossed my mind that my own daughter could be hearing us as well.

“What are you saying?” I ask cautiously.

“Come on, dad,” she says crossing her arms and facing me. “I’m an adult now. You guys are freaks and it’s okay. It’s sweet. You guys hook up like you’re still twenty.”

“Autumn, we shouldn’t talk about this,” I say putting the final dish on the rack.

“You say that but you walk around with a raging boner most of the day. Times must be rough.”

I’m not hard right now but I quickly put my hand over my crotch. Autumn just giggles and puts foil over the leftover meatloaf. I know lately, I’ve been horny. But I didn’t know she paid attention to that sort of thing.

“Can we change the subject?” I ask loudly.

“Dad, it’s okay,” she says grabbing my hand. “I think we’re both just cooped up and horny. I mean you were eye-fucking me earlier today.”

“I was not!”

“You were and It’s okay. I’m not mad. “

“You’re my daughter.”

“These walls are thin. I know you like that.”

My god, how long has she been listening to us? When my wife gets back we’ll have to invest in some soundproofing or learn to quiet down. I feel disgusted with myself as a father. It’s one thing to have that quick fleeting thought of your own daughter. But for her to notice. It’s not right. This isn’t something she should have to be okay with and I won’t let it happen again.

“I’m so sorry autumn,” I say in shame. “I swear it won’t happen again. As you said, it’s been a while.”

“What if I want it to happen again?” Autumn says stepping towards me straddling me.

My daughter is standing way too close to me. Our genitals are practically touching through the fabric right now. Her blue eyes are looking up at me. She’s giving me the same expression my wife gives me when she wants me to have my way with her. It’s fucked up that right now she looks most like my wife. Desperate and naughty.

“Hey!” I say taking a step back but she just closes the gap and steps closer. “What are you doing?”

“You and mom fuck other people all the time,” she says feeling my cock through the pants. “You get what I’m saying?”

“You’re my daughter!”

“You keep saying that but your dick is only growing. It feels as big as it’s looked.”

I take quick steps back and hold my arms out so she can’t get any closer. My hands press against her breasts. She looks down at them and smiles. I drop my hands so she closes the gap again and puts her hand down my pants.

“Come on, just treat me like any one of your whores,” my daughter says while stroking my cock. “I don’t want to replace mom. I just need something right now. I don’t know, maybe it’s because of the breakup and lack of sex. But this is what I want right now.”

I pull her hand out of my pants. She tries to put her other hand down my pants but I grab that one too and pin them up against a wall. The look on her face is telling me that my trying to stop her is only encouraging her to try more.

“Is this what you do to mom when she’s being a bad girl and pretending to be me.” She says and kisses me on the lips.

“Enough!” I say and pull back.

“This isn’t going to happen! I’m your father and that’s just wrong. And yeah we do have fun with other people sometimes. But my wife, YOUR mother, has a say in all that.”

“So ask her.”

“What?”

“You guys are kinky fucks, just ask her. I bet it’ll get her wet. I can hear her wet pussy through the walls sometimes.”

“Autumn! You’re being disgusting.”

“You guys are being disgusting every night. I thought it was gross at first but eventually, I liked it.”

How long has my daughter been enjoying the sounds of her parents making love? Have we corrupted her? When I’m pleasing my wife. We can say some pretty nasty things but it’s all a fantasy, right? If I asked my wife how she would feel about this. I’m sure she’d be disgusted.

“I’m going to my room, goodnight,” I say walking away.

“I bet you ask her,” my daughter replies giggling.

Later that night, my wife and I are having our usual Skype session. She likes to be slow and tease me. She is topless right now and her hair down over her shoulders. She’s in bed and resting her back on some hotel pillows. We’re not talking about sex right now. She’s just updating me on a difficult client.

“Can I tell you something that happened earlier?” I ask quietly. “I don’t want you to be mad at me or disgusted.”

“Tell me,” my wife says suspiciously.

We tuzla sınırsız escort have no secrets so I can understand why she is on high alert. We are open and honest with each other about everything, not just sex. Divorce rates may be high but our marriage is rock solid. We never let a small thing build into a big problem. If something is upsetting us or on our minds. We discuss it then and there. Both of our parents got divorced and we learned from their mistakes. But the situation with our daughter. This is something I’ll have to handle extra delicately.

“It’s about our daughter…” I say in a hushed tone.

“Is she okay?” my wife asks nervously. “Did she get sick? What’s the matter?”

“No no…she’s okay.”

“So what’s the problem. Is something school-related going on? Is the whole virtual thing not working for her?”

“Well, it does have to do with being stuck at home.”

My wife keeps prying for answers that I don’t want to give. For once I wish I could just sweep this under the rug. But I know my daughter will make a move again and we need a plan. We have to sort this out together.

“Well…she’s been stuck at home for so long. Her boyfriend is sleeping with his roommate so she’s really down.” I say.

“Todd cheated!?” My wife exclaims. “That asshole! I thought they would last.”

“The distance and the lack of affection…it’s been taking a toll on her.”

My wife’s expression changes from caring to inquisitive and suspicious. She puts her hand underneath her chin and her eyes look intense. She doesn’t speak or even utter a sound. She just is giving me that “continue” face.

“Well…she….she made a move on me,” I confess.

There is a long pause and my wife just looks at me. She doesn’t look upset or angry. But she doesn’t look happy. Just serious and stern.

“Did you fuck our daughter?” She asks directly.

“No!” I say honestly. “I turned her down. But she did reach down my pants.”

“That’s good, I suppose,” my wife says emotionless. “So our little girl is horny is what you’re saying?”

“Yes…why’d you put it like that?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

For a second she makes a genuine expression. For a moment I saw that familiar look. The same look my daughter gave to me earlier. This is turning my wife on. I know it is.

“Honey… is there something you need to tell me?” I ask.

“I’m just glad you turned her down, I guess,” she says monotonously.

“Honey, what’s wrong with you?” I ask in a slightly judgmental tone. “You…you like this. This is our daughter.”

“I don’t like this, you’re wrong.”

Maybe we’ve been taking our fantasies a little too far. I may call her my daughter sometimes in bed but this is another level. My wife is blushing and her face is turned away from the screen.

“Baby, hey, I’m sorry for reacting that way,” I say apologizing. “We don’t judge each other and I’m sorry. Let’s talk about this, judgment-free.”

“No judgment?” She asks facing me again.

“Pinky promise.”

We hold our pinkies up to the screen and giggle.

“Maybe…possibly…in a way…the thought of you fucking our daughter has come to mind sometimes.” She says embarrassed.

“Can I confess something too?” I ask.

“Go ahead, babe.”

“You’ve been gone for so long…sometimes I do check her out. Earlier today she was wearing a tight shirt and no bra.”

“Does our little girl have nice titties?”

“Small but nice- wait!”

“Oh shit, sorry, yeah, let’s move on.”

We let ourselves go too far. We need to keep this fantasy a fantasy. But it’s obvious that the idea is turning us both on. Maybe we should face it in a healthy way.

“Stop, we don’t do this,” I say pulling the computer closer to me. “We don’t brush things under the rug, right? So let’s just say it. We think the idea of fucking our daughter is hot. What do we do with that?”

“You’re right, it’s a fetish and let’s just deal with it,” my wife agrees.

“You want to indulge ourselves for a bit?”

“Let’s do it. Did it get you hard seeing our little girl’s breasts?”

“Very. I saw the outline of her pussy through her tight shorts too.”

“You did?”

My wife’s hand is between her legs. I can’t see her pussy but she is obviously rubbing it fast. I scoot the laptop off my lap and between my legs. I pull my dick from my boxers and start masturbating as well.

“I bet her pussy is nice and tight,” my wife says moaning. “I bet our daughter has a delicious pussy.”

“I bet she does,” I say quietly because I’m aware our daughter can hear us.

“Why are you talking so quiet? Do you not want her to hear you?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck that. Say it out loud. Say you want Autumn’s pussy.”

“I want Autumn’s pussy!”

This is going too far already. We’re headed down a dangerous road. We like to indulge our fantasies but this is something that can change us forever. But it feels too good to stop. My wife starts moaning loudly and the screen shakes. She came faster than she normally does. I continue stroking my cock because I want to cum as well.

“Stop touching yourself!” My wife demands so I quickly let go of my cock.

My wife has an excited almost deranged look on her face. I’ve never seen her this excited. She has a wicked look in her eyes and I’m scared of what she is going to request of me.

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I called work on my cell, Terra answered after two rings, “Dan,” My number was on the work caller ID, “what do you need?” She said, sounding friendly, but I knew it was just the voice she used on the phone and would probably get very mean very quickly.

“I’m not going to be able to come in tonight,” I told her over the phone, “My ride kinda walked out on me.”

“Goddammit Daniel!” She said, there was that boss I knew and didn’t love. “You know we’re doing a lot to make it so you can have a full-time job and still go to school! You can’t keep missing work!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I said, getting mad, “I’ve been there every day I was scheduled since I started working there. This will only be a one-time thing, I swear.”

“Never mind that,” Terra said, trying to cover up her bald-faced lie about me missing work. I could hear her shuffling papers around, “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen,” that’s Terra for ya, always trying to control everything, “I’m going to come and get you so you don’t miss work. But I can’t leave until about 4:30, so expect me there at 5.”

I grumbled something under my breath that she couldn’t hear about how she was a bitch who had no business coming over to my house for any reason, but I accepted her offer. I didn’t want to miss work, really, I needed the money and so did Mom for the bills.

I wasn’t looking forward to seeing Terra anytime soon, true I would have seen her at work but then I didn’t have to share a car ride with her. I decided to distract myself with my homework, or would have except I forgot my book bag in the back of my Aunt’s car. Dammit, I was frustrated. I decided the best choice was just to veg out in front of the TV while I waited for my least favorite person to come over and take me to work.

After a bit though, I heard voices coming from outside. We lived close to a few other houses, but we definitely didn’t live in suburbia, and hearing voices that close could only mean that someone was in the driveway. I figured it must be Terra, she probably only told me she would be later to fuck with me. She was a totally crappy person to me basically every second I was near her, so I really wouldn’t put something like that past her. Instead, it was Mom. She had just pulled in and was gathering groceries from the back of her car, and Aunt Chelsea must have been circling the block or something because she pulled in right behind her as soon as she was out of the car.

I couldn’t really hear them, but I cracked the window in the dining room and got down low so I could hear them. I really didn’t want to piss off Aunt Chelsea anymore so I figured it was probably better if she didn’t know I was still there. Of course, if she caught me spying that would probably be ten times worse, so I would have to be sure not to get caught. Still, I listened in from there, I was scared what my aunt and mother might say to one another and had to be sure things didn’t go against me.

“Oh hello Chelse,” Mom said casually to her sister, “Want to help me take the groceries in?”

Chelsea seemed distracted by something but seemed to mumble something in agreement, but I couldn’t hear from where I was.

“Cool, thanks sis,” Mom handed some groceries to my aunt and they both walked towards the front door. They would see me when they came in from that small perch so I moved around into the living room and got behind the couch, which was out of view from the kitchen and dining room where Mom took the groceries as I heard them talking.

“Thanks for helping me put these away,” Mom said to her sister, totally cheerful, “so, just in the neighborhood?”

I heard Aunt Chelsea sigh, “No, I’m not. I want to talk to you about something but I’m not sure how just yet.”

“Hmm,” I leaned up to see over the top of the couch and saw Mom in the kitchen as she thought about this, “well, what kind of drink does this problem call for? Tea, wine, or something harder?”

Aunt Chelsea looked surprised by the question, then laughed and Mom laughed with her, I wasn’t sure what was so funny, “Oh,” Chelsea said after a minute, “If you have some tequila I wouldn’t mind a shot…”

A few minutes later, and Mom and Aunt Chelsea were taking a shot each of tequila, “Bottoms up.” Mom said as they drank.

“Whoo!” Chelsea said as she put the drink down, “How about another?”

“Alright,” Mom grabbed her sister’s shot glass and started pouring more tequila for both of them, “But, um, before we take these, uh, shots, uh, how about you tell me what it was you came over to, to talk to me about?” I could tell mom was already a bit tipsy even after only one shot. She never could hold her liquor.

“Hmm, how about we take this other shot first?” Chelsea said completely sober, I guess she got all the alcohol-tolerance genes from their parents and Mom just got the more sexually liberal genes. Well, I definitely wouldn’t want that reversed. “Then,” Chelsea continued, “I’ll tell you.”

They did their second kaynarca escort shots and Mom was all smiles and rosy cheeks. “Hmm, nice and toasty,” she said as the alcohol settled in her stomach, “So what do you want to talk to me about?” Mom said, giving a somewhat drunken smile to her sister, I had to say though, even a little sloshed my mother was still sexy.

Chelsea sighed, a little frustrated, and then grabbed the bottle from the table and took a long swig straight from the source.

“Don’t hog it all!” Mom complained as she reached for the bottle from her sister’s hands but Chelsea slapped it back down on the table and Mom ignored it.

“I’m not, your such a lightweight I had to do that to catch up!” Chelsea explained and they both had a laugh. Sisters, am I right? “Anyway, I came over to yell at you for being such a slut for your own son, no less.”

Chelsea calling Mom a slut again made me want to run out from the couch and smack her but I held back, no reason to give up my cover over something so petty, but even though we fucked earlier I was still pretty angry at her for abandoning me here and not taking me to work like she said she would.

Mom surprised me and just rolled her eyes, “Oh please, I’m not a slut for being a good Mom.”

“I don’t know Beth, mothers aren’t supposed to be giving their sons blowjobs, let alone do it in the middle of the dining room in front of his sister! And me! I mean, have you no shame, sister?” Chelsea said, starting to sound pretty sloshed as well now.

Mom smiled at her sister, “Of course I do, and I’m holding back. I mean, it’s not like we’ve fucked or anything, though trust me, I’ve thought about it.” Mom seemed to daydream for a minute, “I mean, you’ve got to admit, my son has a giant dick. I bet he could make me cum for days.”

Holy shit! I couldn’t believe it, Mom said she thought about fucking me! I was so fucking surprised my mouth was wide open and my cock was rock hard in my pants. I never expected to hear Mom say such a thing about me, I mean, blowjobs are one thing but she talks about those like they’re her “motherly duty” or something, but actually fucking my mom! God, that thought made me horny.

Chelsea seemed distracted by the thought of my dick as well, “Yeah, it really does feel good when he’s fucking your pussy.”

Mom gave her sister a funny look. If she hadn’t been drinking she might have noticed exactly what her sister said, “You mean, you think it would feel good, right?”

“Um, actually,” Chelsea said as she cleared her throat, “I kind of have something to admit.” Chelsea took a very deep breath before continuing, “You see, I picked your son up from school today, and on the way over here we-“

Uh oh, I thought, this couldn’t happen. I knew Chelsea was just trying to start some shit between me and Mom by admitting that we fucked in her car on the way over. I did the only thing I could think to do, I stood up and cleared my throat.

“Oh, son,” Mom said, surprised and did her best to hide the shot glassed (behind the tequila bottle), “Um, we weren’t drinking or anything.” Mom didn’t like her children to see her drunk, probably because she only drank on occasion and when she did it was usually just a glass of wine.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Chelsea said, turning in her chair and glaring at me with pure hatred.

“Well, I would be if my ride didn’t pull out at the last second,” I pointed out as I walked around the couch and over to them.

As I did, Mom noticed the erection in my pants, “See what you did, Chelsea?” She drunkenly and angrily said to her sister, “Dan needs stress relief because of you arguing with him.” She looked at me with naughtiness in her eyes, “Now come to mommy and I’ll do whatever you need me to do in order to get all that nasty stress out of your system.” As she said this last part she was already undoing my pants and reaching in to fish out my hard cock.

I glanced at Chelsea, but she was silently watching Mom’s hands in my pants. She seemed to want to see my dick as much as mom did.

But then there was a knock on the door and Mom froze with both her hands on my hard cock in my pants, “Um, who is it?” She called.

Then a familiar voice called out, “I’m here for Dan.”

I cringed, I had completely forgotten that Terra was on the way over, “Shit, it’s my boss.” I said as I reluctantly took mom’s hands off my cock and zipped my pants up, “When I tried to call off work she insisted on driving me in.”

Mom cocked an eyebrow and glanced from me to her sister, “You mean, the boss?”

I nodded.

“What? I don’t know what either of you are talking about,” Chelsea said as she glanced between us and to the door.

“Hello?” Terra called from the door, “I know your in there, you just talked to me a second ago.”

We ignored her for another minute as we talked, “It’s Dan’s boss from the factory,” Mom said, “She’s probably the primary source of stress for Dan, from what I’ve heard.”

Chelsea glanced at me, and orhanlı escort I said, “yes, more than anything else. She’s a real slave-driver, especially to me.”

Chelsea cocked an eyebrow, “Oh really? So in a way, she’s the one who started this whole stress problem of yours.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “I guess I should let her in.”

I did so and Terra walked into the house and saw Mom and Chelsea at the table, “Hmm, better than I expected,” she said, “Of course, I expected you to live in a trailer with smackheads or the like.”

Mom did not like Terra right away, “Wow, so this is Terra, I’ve heard a lot about you.” As Mom said this she stood up and shook Terra’s hand. Terra cringed as if she had to touch some slimy bug. This made me angry but I felt like I couldn’t do anything, I definitely couldn’t stand up to Terra.

Terra broke the handshake and then grabbed me by the arm like one might a misbehaving kid, “Come on Danny, I came here to take you to work, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” She started to drag me to the door. But then Aunt Chelsea reached up and grabbed Terra’s hand and stopped her in her tracks towards the door. Terra turned, looking ready to attack my aunt, “What is the meaning of this?” She shouted.

“Look, Lady,” Aunt Chelsea said, “You’ve obviously got some beef with my nephew. But I don’t care what it is.” Aunt Chelsea stood up and glanced at Mom, who was currently pouring herself another shot, which made me think I should probably stop her since Mom usually doesn’t drink so much but I seemed to be stuck so it didn’t matter much, “Well,” Aunt Chelsea continued, “You’re one of the greatest sources of my nephew’s stress and because of this I think you should know how Daniel’s stress is treated.”

“What I don’t have to-” Terra started but stopped when Chelsea then reached down and put a hand on my crotch, grabbing my big dick through my pants. Terra gasped, “What are you doing?! I thought you were his aunt!”

“And as his aunt, it’s my duty to help with his treatment,” Aunt Chelsea glanced at Mom again, I think she expected her to get up and help her deal with my horrible boss. Mom, however, was drinking down her shot of tequila and then licking salt off her hand and didn’t seem to be paying any attention to us for the moment. Chelsea turned back to Terra, “And as the leading cause of his stress, I think you should help with his treatment as well.”

With that, in front of a very surprised Terra, Aunt Chelsea got down her knees in front of both of us and pulled my pants down. My cock jumped out and hit Chelsea in the face but she soon grabbed my large, veiny dick with both hands and started jerking me off, slowly, in front of my boss.

“Holy shit, look at the size of that thing!” Terra said in surprise before shaking her head as she realized who she was talking to, “Never mind!” She shouted, “I’m taking him to work!”

She tried to pull me away from my aunt but that was when Mom seemed to snap out of her drunken haze, “Oh you most certainly are not!” She said this so sternly and motherly that Terra let go of my arm and spun around to look at her. Mom got up from her chair and walked over to Terra, “My son deserves to have a happy and healthy life and the one thing that helps him relieve all the stress from work, stress that you give him, I might add,” Mom said and she put a hand on both of Terra’s shoulders, “That you should learn to take care of my son for when he needs his release while he’s working for you. It’s the least you can do.” As Mom explained this she removed Terra’s jacket, revealing that she was only wearing a ripped top as an undershirt.

Terra was spellbound, it seemed, as Mom continued to undress her. As she did this, Terra seemed to be downright drooling over my big dick as Aunt Chelsea jerked me off. Pre-cum started leaking from the tip of my dick and Chelsea stuck her tongue out so she could start licking it off of my cockhead. When Terra saw this she started to moan, “Oh fuck, you’re his aunt!? That is so fucking hot!” Damn, I never knew Terra could ever get so horny!

Aunt Chelsea felt emboldened by this and took my cockhead into her mouth and started to suck the rest of my cock into her wet, vacuum-like mouth. “Fuck yeah, Auntie,” I shouted, “That feels so fucking good.” I glanced back over to Terra and saw that Mom had taken off her shirt and bra, she had some great big tits too, I reached up and started fondling one, just to see what Terra would do.

Turns out she just started moaning, “Holy shit, pinch my nipple, please?” And I did and her moans became quite more guttural and much less in a language that could be understood, “AAAHHhhhh, Ooohhhoh,” She seemed to be cumming just from me manhandling her tits, it made me wonder just how much sex Terra got in her life at the moment, and maybe this was why she was so mean to me all the time. Mom was on her knees and taking Terra’s pants down to her ankles. As soon as Terra’s full, hairy pussy was in view, Mom started to lick it. Terra began tepeören escort to moan even louder.

God this was making me hot, “I think I want to fuck some pussy now.” I said as I was gripping Terra’s tits while staring at Mom licking her cunt as Aunt Chelsea sucked my dick. “Any takers?” I asked but I was staring right at Terra, who had yet to look away from Chelsea blowing me.

As a way of answering, Terra leaned in and kissed me, shoving her tongue in my mouth and we were kissing while my aunt sucked my cock and my mom ate her pussy, I grabbed her and pushed her and myself away from my horny family and I pushed her down on the kitchen table. I felt as either Mom or Aunt Chelsea lined my cock up with my boss’s pussy and pushed it in a few inches.

Terra started moaning into my mouth like a horny slut, she stopped kissing me long enough while I started fucking her to announce, “Holy shit I’m already cumming on your amazing cock! I haven’t been fucked in so long! Just fuck me, Dan!” I didn’t have to be told twice as I started thrusting as I kissed her and my big dick stretched out what felt like a pretty damn tight pussy. If she hadn’t had sex in a while I suppose it made sense that her pussy was so amazingly tight. I loved fucking my boss, too bad this probably wouldn’t last and she’d go back to being mean to me.

I stood and positioned Terra to the side of the table so I could fuck her while standing. Doing so allowed Mom and Aunt Chelsea access to Terra’s giant tits, and they both got on the sides of the table so they could suck on her nipples. Terra moaned out in pleasure as I plowed her pussy and my mom and aunt licked and sucked on her tits.

“Oh fuck, I’m already cumming again! HOOOLLYYYY SSSHHIIITT!!!” She shouted as her whole body started to tremble as she came harder than I’d seen any woman cum so far. Jesus this was hot and I could feel myself start to cum, but I used all my power to hold back. It was so much I pulled out of her pussy. I was so horny I didn’t care, but I wanted more pussy.

I grabbed Aunt Chelsea and pulled her over so I could bend her over and push her head into Terra’s pussy. Aunt Chelsea started eating her cunt without even being told. Mom was so turned on by this she stood up, took her clothes off, and sat on my boss’s face. Terra started licking and tongue-fucking Mom’s cunt immediately. As she did this I took Chelsea’s pants down so I could stick my dick in her cunt from behind. God this was fucking hot, I thought as I sunk my dick into my Aunt’s pussy for the second time ever only a few hours since we first fucked.

All three women started moaning loudly as their pussies were assaulted. I fucked Aunt Chelsea while she ate Terra who ate Mom. God, this was so fucking hot, not to mention Chelsea’s tight and hot pussy as I slid in and out of her, determined to cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” I announced as I felt a familiar feeling in my balls, I pulled out and ordered, “Everyone on the ground, I’m going to cover your faces!”

Mom and Aunt Chelsea didn’t need to be told twice, and the two of them practically tour Terra off the table to force her on her knees in front of me. She had cum so much in such a short amount of time that she didn’t even seem to know what was going on exactly. She quickly found out as I positioned my cock in front of her and came all over her face. The first shot hit her in the forehead and started leaking down, forcing her eyes closed as cum dripped over her eyelids. The next shot I hit her in the chest and sent streaks back and forth over both of my boss’s gorgeous tits.

I re-aimed and started cumming on Mom’s face as well, salvo after salvo covered her features with my purely white goo and fell down onto her heaving breasts, I aimed again at Aunt Chelsea and gave her the same treatment and a moment later I had three cum-covered sluts in front of me.

“Wow, shit,” Terra said, “I’ve never seen anyone cum so much.” She licked her lips, “And so tasty, Jesus Danny, is there anything to do with sex you aren’t amazing at?”

Mom was wiping cum off her face with her hand and shoveling it into her mouth, “MMmm-mmm,” She moaned by how tasty she found it, “No, my son is just amazing at sex. God, I think I’m going to have to fuck him too!” She said and giggled. I just remembered that she had quite a lot to drink before this started, still, my hard cock twitched at the thought of fucking Mom, not even hinting at wanting to go down again

“Holy shit,” Terra said in surprise, wiping the cum out of her eyes so she can open them again, “Will you? I really want to see a mother fuck her son! That would be so hot!” Terra said as she started to finger fuck herself, I guess I wasn’t the only one who was ready for more action.

Mom glanced from Terra to my cock and then back again, “I can’t. I’ll suck him off for his stress release, of course, but I can’t fuck him.”

“Even though he just fucked his Aunt?” Terra pointed out, “I mean, this isn’t that much different.” As she said this she took the hand she wasn’t fingering herself with and started feeling one of mom’s tits, not even caring that it was covered in my cum and she was getting it all over her hand. “Even though he fucked me too?” Terra obviously wanted me to fuck Mom almost as much as I did.

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As the Uber drove me back to my lodgings, I got a text from Elle and replied. We did that all the way back to mine.

“Your boyfriend clearly misses you, Miss,” the driver commented.

Not wanting to share or disillusion him, I just agreed.

Mrs Jerome was asleep, and I crept upstairs.

As I had showered, I put on my vest and boy shorts and snuggled in.

I fell asleep reflecting on the day, and woke in much the same frame of mind. I had no idea what to expect in England, but whatever might have lurked in the back of my mind, what had happened with Elle was not remotely on my agenda.

As my thoughts cleared, I checked my phone:

“Thanx, xxx c u l8r”

I was not a fan of text speak, but then again, I was in my thirties, and if that was what Elle wanted, it was fine by me. But the implications? Those kept me awake.

She was my student, so I had just blown away everything I had learned in my safeguarding courses. Then I could not help but smile at the irony. The “rules” assumed that adults were in a position of power and students not; it hardly felt that applied to Elle and me; but how to explain that to another? And yet and yet, I was in a position of power. I knew more than Elle. But that, to my way of thinking, gave me a responsibility.

Elle was not a tabula rasa on which I could inscribe what I wanted. She clearly identified as gay, and she liked to be in charge. My job, as I had had hinted to her, was to work with the grain of her personality to help bring out what was there – the very definition of “education.” We gelled.

I could see from her texts, and from the way she had behaved towards the end last night that she might be falling for me; but then again, was I not in the same danger, if that was the right word? She was blonde, bossy, beautiful and bold, what on earth was there not to like? That I had been able to read what she needed simply told me that we are on the same wavelength. What else lay on that wavelength? We should see.

I checked my phone. It was still only seven o’clock. I showered, dressed, and went down to the kitchen. A few moments later Mrs J arrived, still in her dressing gown.

“You’re up early for someone out so late. Hope you don’t expect breakfast yet?”

I smiled sweetly.

“Can I do you a cup of tea and something to eat? Would you like a cheese omelette?”

She looked at me as though I had sworn at her.

“Well, yes, yes, if, well…”

Silently giggling, I let her show me where the utensils and pans were, and then cooked her a light and fluffy omelette, which she seemed to enjoy, as she did the coffee, which I made the proper way. How on earth the English can pour hot water on granules and call it coffee, who knows? But I cannot.

Mrs J’s mood seemed to improve.

“Thank you, Fabienne, that was kind of you.”

“It was no trouble, happy to help.”

I let her get on and have her shower. While she was doing that, I found the vacuum cleaner and did the downstairs, then I tidied up the kitchen and cleaned the floor. Finally, I thought, it looks as it should!

When she emerged from her toilette, about an hour later, she stood amazed.

“Fabienne! There was no need, you are my lodger, not my cleaner.”

“Madame,” I replied, “I am not used to not pulling what little weight I have, and I am happy to help.”

She thanked me again, and I thought that I had, with any luck, got my landlady onside.

Elle had texted me half a dozen times, and enjoyed the to and the fro.

I headed into the city centre. I wanted to look around the Norman cathedral, which seemed to dominate the city. In the end I spent the morning exploring it. It had a way of reminding me of the fleeting nature of life; it was best to live it while one could. As I prayed before the tomb of St Bede, I reflected on those doctors who had told my mother that I would not live long and that, in effect, my life would amount to nothing. I gave thanks.

There was, I thought, as I had a bite to eat at the café, no doubt of two things: that the English made the most ghastly sandwiches I had ever had the misfortune to encounter; and that the people of Durham were not used to coloured girls. I got no sense of hostility -on the whole – but was conscious of glances in my direction.

Elle texted and asked what I was up to. I texted back and said I was sight-seeing. She texted back that she was looking forward to seeing me later. That reminded me, I had things to do.

I checked out the club/bar, and found the bar staff friendly – once, that was, I had shown my ID and established I was indeed old enough to drink. I had a chat with one of the waitresses about protocols for the evening. She looked as though I was still speaking in French. In the clubs I had been to with Mme Duclos there were dress-codes and things one could, and could not do. Here, it seemed, it was freedom hall.

“Will you be coming alone, or do you have a girlfriend? It’s just kurtköy escort that we also have discreet escorts if you need one.”

I smiled at her.

“That is kind, but I shall be coming with my Mistress!”

I could see her, at least mentally, licking her lips.

“I see, well I am sure that will be fine. Do you want to book a table?’

It gave me a frisson, telling the waitress I had a Mistress, though, strictly speaking (and how else should one speak of a Mistress?) it was not true. Elle had the makings of one, but there was a journey to undertake: I should be her guide. It was, of course, a fine line to tread, but as Mme Duclos had said to me more than once: “tu ma domine du fond.” It had taken me time to realise what she meant, but when, as with her and with Elle, one’s desires were aligned so closely, it made sense, and with one as inexperienced as Elle, it became a duty.

I looked over the menu, and, deciding that I should starve to death in this place, nonetheless booked a table. I loved mussels, and how they were cooked here would be a test; not, I hoped an acid one.

I did a little shopping. I was (just) getting used to having some money, but was careful. However, I knew what I wanted, and found it in a little chichi boutique. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw – as far as the dress was concerned. It looked like a trapeze slip, but were the ones I had were sheer and black and silk (thank you Madame Duclos), this was a cotton mix in a floral pattern. It hung loosely over my small breasts, neither emphasising them nor hiding them. Mid-thigh, it showed enough to be sexy, but not so much as to look slutty. With a vest top underneath and hi-cut knickers, I would, I hoped, do Miss Elle credit.

After a visit to a final shop, I strolled back to my lodgings to prepare for the evening.

Mrs J seemed in a good mood. I told her I would be out late but would, on getting back, be sure to be quiet.

“Didn’t take you long to find yourself a young man, Fabienne. Ah you French girls, I guess that accent just bowls them over?”

I giggled my assent. My sexuality was none of her business.

More texts from Elle suggested her growing excitement.

“Can u skype?”

I texted I could, and skyped the number she had given.

There she was – my heart skipped a beat – she was bare-breasted.

“Miss Elle, you look so delicious!”

“You make me so horny, Teach.”

“Where is your right hand, Elle?”

She gave a delightful giggle.

“Down my knickers, Teach. I need to cum before tonight.”

“As you are on your laptop, can you pinch your nipples while you rub?”

“My nipples are SO achy,” she panted. I could see from the look in her eyes where she was, mentally.

“Dip your finger into your wetness, Miss Elle, and smear it onto your nipples.”

“Fuck, Teach, that makes them so, so, so throbby!”

As she touched herself, I could see those gorgeous breasts jiggle. I wanted her. But I knew what she needed.

“Good, Miss Elle, now pull your knickers up so they are pulled into your lips!”

The look on her face as she did, told me all that I needed to know.

“OMG! Fuck, Fabienne, that feels so, so, so naughty. SO tingly. Even my asshole feels tingly!”

“Now pull, my darling Elle!”

I watched her pull her kickers up and move them so that she was rubbing her clit. Her left thumb and index finger was pinching her nipple.

“You look so sexy, Miss, such a hot slutty teen!”

“Yes, fuck, yes, talk dirty to me!”

“Does my Miss need me to lick her tight teen cunt and arse?”

“Yes, fuck yes, and you will later.”

“What, my tongue licking up until I tease your clit? Sucking on it and then teasing your wetness?”

“Yessss, yesss, fuck, you are such a dirty bitch.”

“Three fingers in now Miss! Stretch!”

“Oh, oh fuck, fuck, Fabienne!”

I watched as she came hard.

I smiled. She really was such a horny girl.

As she came down from her high, she thanked me.

“OMG, that was amaze! See you later lover!”

And with that, she was gone.

I spent some time getting myself ready after that.

I showered, made sure that my pussy was bare – not that difficult as one of the effects of the syndrome was sparse hair growth down there, and then dressed. I applied my make up carefully. There, I thought, I hope that will do.

Mrs J, who was watching TV as I waited for my Uber, smiled:

“You scrub up well, luv!”

I smiled, taking that as, on the whole, a compliment.

As always, I got there first. I was always chronically early. I would rather wait an hour for someone than be even five minutes late. It was, I assumed, part of my passion for having everything just so. No doubt there was a label for it, but I had enough of those to last a lifetime, so I just accepted it.

There was no doubting when Elle entered the pub. I think every male eye in the place turned to stare.

She aydıntepe escort was wearing a white mini dress, with a V-neckline and flutter sleeves. As she moved, her generous cleavage seemed to move with her. The hemline was equally perfect in showcasing her long legs. She knew the effect she was having, and smiled at me.

“Hi girlfriend!”

“Hi Miss Elle,” I said, rising to kiss her.

At that kiss, I could almost sense a groan from some of the men. I smiled inwardly.

“You look absolutely stunning Miss Elle.”

“So do you, Fabienne.”

As I went to the bar to get her a white wine, I was conscious of being gawped at. Well, I supposed that coloured lesbians were not a common feature of their lives, so they might as well gawp.

I brought the wine back and crossed my legs.

“What’s that?” Elle asked.

“What Miss?”

“On your ankle?”

“Oh that is my ownership anklet Miss.”

“What’s that?” Elle asked in that beautifully blunt way she had.

“The charm in the initial E, for Elle, and the silver anklet will tell anyone at the club that I am owned.”

Elle blushed, which made her look even more stunning – at least in my eyes.

“What, like a slave?”

She looked incredulous.

“No, not like you are thinking.”

“Well what, then?” She asked, sipping her wine, and looking at me.

“There’s a world out there on the Internet where male ideas rule, and yes, those ideas take the American system of slavery, with sexual overtones emphasised and often with pain; but there is another world.”

“I’ve seen the videos,” said Elle with the confidence of someone who had certainly seen some obvious ones.

I grinned.

“No doubt. But there’s another world too, darling. Sometimes they can overlap, and some women do, indeed, want that sadistic side, and if that gets you off, and her, then go for it.”

“But not you?” Elle asked, taking another sip, and locking her eyes with mine.

“Not me. Not women like me either.”

“Can you explain – teacher?”

I crossed my legs, making my anklet jingle.

“Let me try.”

She was suddenly alert – in receiving mode, which boded well for our adventure.

“For most of my life I have worked hard to overcome obstacles. It took gut and an ability to take pressure, but there are times when I just want to surrender control, and those times seem to occur in the bedroom – and” I giggled, “elsewhere.”

“So, let me get this right,” she said, “it’s kind of a relief for you. So If I told you to go to the ladies and take your knickers off you would, and you’d get off on it?”

“I’d get off,” I said, memorising the colloquial English, “on pleasing you. Because that’s the other side of it. I like to please.”

Elle’s smile was wider enough to light up the whole bar.

“Well, you please me, Teach!”

“Good. The two things go together, which is why I tend to choose lovers who like to take charge. But the problem for me is aligning their needs and mine.”

“That,” said Elle with emphasis, “did not seem to be a problem with us yesterday.”

“No,” I smiled, “and that is one of the things which will make this fun.”

“So,” she asked, ever the good student, “other women are like you, yes?”

“Some,” I said, “others just like the hearts and romance side, not that I don’t, but I like something with an edge too, at times. Others, well sure, they will buy into the sort of porn you have probably viewed.”

I could see that Elle was storing all this away, which pleased me.

“Hey girls, can I buy you two a drink?”

The speaker was a man of medium height, a little taller than Elle, which meant a lot taller than me. I looked at Elle. In my mind this was a test.

“If you don’t mind wasting your cash, mate, we’re gay!”

She had done it! She had, without equivocation, thrown a gauntlet down; that was brave. It was the sort of thing I should have liked to have been able to do, but somehow, well…

He looked startled.

“Bloody waste if you ask me!” He exclaimed.

“No one was,” Elle riposted. “Excuse us, we have a gay bar to go to.”

And with that, she whisked my from my seat and we headed out.

Once outside she giggled.

“OMG, that was fun!”

I squeezed her hand.

“It was very brave!”

“Well, what was he going to do, jump me in the bar. I think not!”

Elle was fearless, and I liked that. Confidence went a long way, and given her love of running, I suspected she could out-distance a pursuer; I hopes she never had to find out.

We got to the club/bar, just after seven thirty. As I had expected, no one asked Elle for her ID, but I was asked. To be fair, the woman in the door had her eyes so focussed on Elle’s breasts that I could have shown her a library card and she’s have let me in. And, once in, there was something of a repeat of what had happened in the bar – eyes focussed on Elle.

The pretty waitress to whom I had talked tuzla içmeler escort earlier, was on duty and welcomed us, again her eyes focussed on Elle. I ordered us some wine and we sat to study the menus.

“Is it so obvious that I am only eighteen?” Elle asked.

“Do you think that is why they are looking at you? After all the woman at the door never asked for your ID!”

She giggled:

“No, but she did ask for yours, Miss Thirty something going on sweet eighteen.”

I giggled.

“I’m used to it. You just wait. No, darling, they look at you because you are so beautiful!”

Again there was that blush, which I was coming to love.

“Well, there is something fucking hot about all these older women looking at me.”

“You wait till we dance later. By the way, what do you want to do after? My landlady is not likely to welcome you, and I’m guessing your Mum might not?”

“Back to mine, and don’t worry about Mum. She’s gone out with some friends and is usually back later – we’ll be in bed by then. She may even get lucky and end up doing the walk of shame in the morning, in which case we are clear.”

That sublime confidence of gilded youth. Nothing had gone wrong, and nothing could go wrong. That was such an asset, and I wondered what it must be like to possess it? I would never know.

“You like those?” Elle asked, as the mussels were presented to me. She was going with the safer steak and chips!

“I do,” I said, slowly bringing one to my lips and sucking before swallowing.

“God, that was sexy!”

I smiled, and showing her the next mussel in its shell said:

“Always reminds me of pussy!”

“Fuck, you are such a dirty bitch sometimes, Teach.”

“You object, Miss?” I smiled as a I slurped another.

“Fuck no! How can you make eating so sexy?”

Her foot began to play with mine.

“It’s all in that filthy mind of yours, Miss Elle,” I joked, letting our toes begin to play.

“Well, you make me so wet, Teach, it’s not surprising my mind gets filthy!”

Our eyes locked as I ate my mussels, and I could see the effect it was having on Elle. I noticed that others were watching too. For some strange reason the waitress was extremely attentive, and as she delivered the bill asked Elle:

“Are you two going downstairs to join the dancing?”

“Why?” Elle smiled sweetly.

“Because if you are, I want to dance with you at some point.”

“Done,” said Elle.

We went downstairs. It took some moments to get used to the darkness, and even longer to get used to the noise. I can’t say I liked the atmosphere, but that was not what we were there for.

Elle and I danced together, and then took a breather while I got some drinks. When I got back, having yet again had to show my ID, there was a tall, dark-haired woman talking to Elle.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, as I put the drinks down, “I hope you don’t object to me chatting up your girlfriend?”

Elle put her hand on the woman’s arm:

“It’s me you need to ask, and no, I don’t mind you chatting me up.”

“Oh, okay, but who is this?”

“She’s mine,” Elle said, “she does as she is told. Show her your anklet.”

I showed the woman my anklet.

She smiled.

“I suppose I’ll just sit right down now then.”

“Fabienne, get her a drink too, what will you have?”

I went to the bar to get her a martini. I felt flustered.

Mme Duclos had often done what Elle had just done, but this time it did not feel the same. I had enjoyed the sensation that the woman I was with, who owned me, was desired by others, and had liked, even more, the flirting, and sometimes more, that followed. But with Elle? I dismissed it. I took the woman her drink and sat and listened and watched.

“Fabienne, this is June, she comes here quite often. June, this is Fabienne, she likes to do as I tell her, don’t you?” She looked at me.

“Yes Miss.”

“How old is the little thing?” June asked. “She is legal, isn’t she?”

“Legal,” Elle giggled, “she’s in her thirties.”

“Really?” June smiled at me, “well you are a cutie, but I prefer blondes. Shall we dance, Elle?”

She and Elle went to the dance floor. Sipping my wine, I watched them. Inevitably a slow number came on, and that gave June the chance to get more intimate. I watched as her hands gripped Elle’s bum. They kissed.

I felt myself shiver. I looked round. I was not the only one watching June and Elle make out. There was, I had noticed, a mature blonde checking the two of them out. Then, to my surprise, she came to my table.

“Hi love, been watching your girlfriend making out, so how about I make out with you, sweetie?”

She was as tall, if not taller, than Elle. She too, was blonde and blue-eyed – and even bustier, if the evidence of her cleavage (which was more or less in my face) was to be believed.

“I am not sure,” I replied, truthfully.

“Well you are a cutie, so let me kiss you.”

Her lips touched mine. It felt good.

At that moment I heard a voice – Elle’s.

“What the fuck is going on here? She’s my slut, bitch, how dare you!”

The woman turned to see Elle, who was glaring at her.

“Elle, what the fuck?”

“Mum?”

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It had started at Lughnasadh , the Pagan Harvest festival. Our coven decided we could do the rites sky-clad if we so wished to show our acceptance of our own bodies. It quickly became a point of pride that we should all be naked to show our commitment to the mother goddess or our coven or the trees or something. I’m not really clear as to why anyone thought all of us getting naked on campus was a good idea in the first place. Others felt that as it was a female-only campus, with no men there to act creepy, it would be a great experience in body acceptance.

The campus feminists decided they would hold a protest against us. Something about the separation of church and state should prevent us having a religious festival on or near campus.

Everything the campus feminists did tended to have a level of scope creep that would destroy most clubs. Plus, the group was fractured by social cliques with many of the women who ran the group acting like queen bees who would not and could not get along with the other queen bees who also ran the group.

Within days their plan been changed, modified, re-planned, then over-planned with such continuous and uncontrolled growth in the protest’s scope that it was now a naked protest against us as well as naked counter protest against their own naked protest. They had managed to involve the lesbian voter alliance, the University Wiccan Council, D.I.V.E.R.S.I.T.Y, the tuzla escort union of campus sororities, the Jewish women’s gunowner club, the Occult club, the society of Mages, and I was not sure how many other.

The day of the Harvest festival a large number of women had taken peyote, mescaline and mushrooms for the religious ceremony, to honor the goddess and nature, or because they liked to get blitzed on psychedelics. Which, in retrospect, might not have been the best way for both sides to start their protest.

The event had quickly spiraled out of control, everyone screaming at each other, then shoving and hair pulling. I had a tiny militant lesbian with a bright red mohawk and a nose ring jump on my back and attempt to wrestle me to the ground. She could not have weighted more than 80 pounds and was no more than 5 foot tall. I knew she was a militant lesbian as she had the words ‘militant lesbian’ written on her bare chest in lipstick.

My roommate was able to pull the militant lesbian off me around the time the fire department showed up to break up the riot and put out all the fires.

The three of us decided to talk out our differences over pizza but quickly remembered that due to being naked none of us had any money on hand. We made our way over to her apartment to pick up some cash. Once there we found there already was two hot pizzas waiting for us plus a pitcher of Sex on the Beach pendik escort slushies.

We chased away some orcs that were trying to take our slushies away. We were on some good mescaline.

I am not sure why the militant lesbian and I started kissing but we did. I couldn’t remember much from that night but the memory of that taste of cold strawberries, basil, and a squeeze of lemon from the slushies in my mouth juxtapositioned with her warm tongue as we frenched would make me wet for months after.

The three of us were on our sides, laying on a folded out sofa bed, My tongue was flicking across the tiny dyke’s pierced clit. My roommate was between my thighs fingering me hard. I stopped for a second to watch as the lesbian’s bright red mohawk disappeared between my roommates outstretched legs and felt more than I heard, my roommates whimpers as the lesbian went to work on her.

After a while we switched partners. I started on my roommate’s soaked pussy as the tiny dyke’s tongue worked indescribable magic on my greedy cunt. I was not sure what she was doing but she sure did. She had a cold bottle of vodka in me and her hot mouth on me, mixed with the peyote and mescaline I was on, the sensations were surreal. I followed her lead and used a cold beer bottle on my roommate with wild abandon.

Each of us started pinching the other women’s nipples. I am not sure which of them orgasmed first aydınlı escort but it triggered my own rhythmic contractions. I rolled on my back with my legs splayed out, gasping for breath for what seemed like an eternity.

The three of us woke up the next morning. We quickly realized we were in the wrong apartment. My roommate and I had thought we had gone to the militant lesbian’s apartment. She had thought we had taken her back to our place. We were naked in some random guy’s apartment. We quickly stole some clothes and make our way back to our dorm rooms. Our phone number on her arm and the militant lesbian’s phone number written on my arm using some pen we had found during our search for cleanish clothes to wear.

***

A few weeks before Halloween the strangest game of dungeons and dragons the guys had ever played occurred. Soon after the pizza was delivered these three naked women walked in the back patio door. Joe, Steve, and Dave had LARPed as Orcs as they were going to dress as orcs for Halloween. The next thing they knew these women started eating their pizza and drinking all their mead, which had been made using sex on the beach slushies.

These women were clearly on something. Steve folded out the sofa bed so they would have somewhere to crash for the night and sleep off whatever they were on. The next thing the guys knew the nude coeds were having an all women orgy. The next morning while they were at church, the women stole their pants.

***

Another tale of Morgana’s younger years. More to come this October with the Amorous Goods Season 02 (2021) Author Challenge. Please vote.

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This is my first story! Feel free to leave constructive criticism. Apologies for the short sex scene. I hope you enjoy.

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All I can think about is my best friend, Grace. She and her husband (Adam) always invited me to their place to celebrate the new year. To be honest, I never really liked Adam. I always felt as though he stole Grace from me. Grace and I had plenty of first-times with each other in college. Then somewhere along the way, she met Adam. I had to admit, Adam was very attractive, but she was even better. She had sky blue eyes, with straight blonde hair that went down to her perky C-Cup boobs. Anyways.. I probably don’t have a chance with her considering she’s a married woman now. But, sometimes our friendly teasing feels like more.

There’s three hours left, before the clock hits 12:00 AM.

Adam, Grace and I were all discussing my dry love-life over a few glasses of champagne. Adam was always trying to hook me up with his sleazy friends. Now, He was trying to convince me into giving his friend James a chance. The last time James and I spoke he made it very tuzla escort clear that he was only interested in getting into my pants. Luckily, Grace interrupted Adam and I’s conversation to request that he quickly runs out to get some more champagne. I hadn’t even noticed the bottle was near empty. I should’ve known since they hadn’t opened a new bottle. Adam rushed to get his jacket on and head off to the store, leaving Grace and I alone.

Grace immediately apologized for Adam’s behavior once he shut the door. I told her that it’s okay, and I was used to him trying to set me up on a date. I mentioned to her that I was actually looking for a woman at the moment, which left her looking slightly amused. We moved to the couch to get more comfortable and time went by as we discussed everything we wished for in the next year, and then we landed on the topic of our past memories in college. I was thinking to myself that this would be my chance to seduce Grace..

We were discussing the dirty ways we used to get off to each other every single night. I felt myself getting more and more pendik escort aroused every time she brought up a new memory. For my own pleasure, I brought up the time when Grace taught me how to trib. That story didn’t do anything but make me wetter. I don’t know what had came over me, but I got the idea to flash Grace while Adam wasn’t around. I had on a clean, white mini-skirt that hugged my curvy ass. I decided against wearing any panties to avoid harsh lines from showing through the skirt. I slowly spread my legs while facing her. I saw Grace look down. She jokingly said “Did you plan on getting lucky tonight, Mia?”.

“Yes, I actually did.” I replied.

While looking at Grace, I lifted my skirt up more to reveal my shaved, wet pussy. I saw her cheeks begin to turn pink.

“Do you like what you see?” I said.

Grace quickly answered with “You should really stop before my husband gets back.”

Ignoring her request, I stood up, taking my skirt off for her to see. Grace reached her hand out and began to slowly rub my clit. I couldn’t even begin to describe how amazing aydınlı escort her fingers felt on my sensitive spot. I spread my legs wider for her to reach my hole. Grace slid two fingers inside of me as I took off my cropped sweater and bra. I grabbed both of my round, D-Cup boobs as I felt her fingers curl inside me. Grace teased my nipples with one hand, and using the other hand she rubbed my clit to an orgasm with her sticky fingers.

I licked my sweet cum off of her fingers before slowly making out with her and swapping my juices between our tongues. I quickly undressed her and then lowered my mouth to her pussy. I sucked lightly on her clit while inserting a finger inside of her pink slit. Grace’s moaning encouraged me even more. I sucked more aggressively while adding another finger inside of her. Grace’s walls clenched against my fingers and released her cum. I placed my fingers in her mouth as she sucked her cream off.

Eager to orgasm once more, I got on top of her and started to grind my clit against hers. We were passionately kissing while playing with each other’s tits. The sensations overwhelmed us and within seconds, We reached screaming orgasms together.

Grace and I were then rushing to get dressed, and as soon as we finished, the door began to open. Adam entered with the champagne…

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THE DAY IN MY LIFE I BECAME ME. CH 04 — TRUE LOVE ON STUDYCATION-2

Prologue:

This is CH. 04 of my second erotic story submitted to Literotica. I continue being thankfully indebted to Candy_Kane54 (CK) for providing editing, style advice, and general encouragement for my several erotic story submissions.

FOREWORD:

This is the final chapter of the three stories, comprising the St. John’s Chronicles.

Primary Characters Are:

Jenny and Pam – are now engaged with their Equestrian-themed wedding scheduled for next year.

Sarah and Trez, Jenny’s Moms – are also planning to quietly marry next year in the St. John’s Pastor’s Study.

Rach and Kelly- are now committed lovers and will become engaged in this final chapter.

Samantha (Sam) – A New Lost Girl.

REVIEW:

CH. 03 ended with Rach tearfully promising Kelly to support her 100% in keeping Sam safe!

Studycation-1 was ending in two days, and the Group Home girls would depart Tybee Island, returning to their home in N. Florida. Rach had promised to protect Sam and, if needed, would definitely keep her on Tybee for alternating quarterly cycles until she was seven years old. When not on Tybee, Sam could permanently live in the St. John’s Church Affiliated Group Home.

Rach and Kelly had expected to have a brutal confrontation with the N. Florida Family Court. They sought to permanently resolve Sam’s absolute right to live in a safe and non-abusive environment, surrounded by a loving family.

However, Attorney ‘2’ and the Law Firm successfully convinced the Family Court Judge to extend Sam’s St. John’s Group Home age-based exemption waiver for another six months. Therefore she did not currently need sequestering at Rach’s on Tybee.

Once Studycation-1 ended, Rach and Kelly continued their interstate romance by phone. Rach was also regularly visiting N. Florida. These frequent visits to see Kelly also allowed Rach to further strengthen her already tight bond with Sam, should they need to quickly move her to Tybee for her protection. During her N. Florida visits, Rach also socialized with Jai, ‘2,’ Pam, Jenny, Allison, and several other of Kelly’s friends.

Kelly had met Jai and Attorney ‘2’ approximately three years ago when they shuttered the regional JDC where she worked. Since most JDC residents were nonviolent, Jai organized a Group Home, jointly sponsored by the St. John’s Church and the State. The Group Home was physically located near St. John’s Church, administering the girls’ educational, social, and religious activities.

The Group Home Bylaws prohibited girls less than seven years old from living there without a special Family Court Exemption Waiver. Thus the five and six-year-olds from the JDC-Annex were housed at St. John’s Church, although they participated in most other Group Home activities.

Kelly Phillips was appointed Group Home Resident Manager by Jai, receiving full approval from the Board. She then recruited two college students as part-time Resident Assistants. This allowed her some needed downtime, as well as an occasional weekend of.

Studycation-1 on Tybee had been hugely successful, and the older Group Home girls were keenly aware that Studycation-1 had dramatically changed the direction of their lives. This was where Rach tearfully committed to loving Kelly unconditionally, including fourteen of the original sixteen JDC transfers.

Two transfers, ten and four-year-old sisters, had since been adopted by the Florida State Chief of Staff and her husband, a US Marshal. Although now residing with adoptive parents, the sisters participated in other Group Home activities such as Studycation-1.

Kelly had been responsible for these young girls, excluding Sam, for the past three years; therefore, she was their Mom for all intents and purposes.

Pam Anderson, ‘2’s’ older sister, designed the St. John’s Church Primary Day School’s curriculum, approved by their Board. All students were required to fluently speak, read, and write French as a second language and speak Spanish and Japanese to successfully complete primary school before moving on to seventh grade in Junior High.

Studycation-1 and -2, a component of the St. John’s Day School curriculum cited as Learning In Motion, was developed by Pam and Kelly and fully financially sponsored by Rach’s Investment Firm.

Rach had initially developed a special interest in Kelly during their ongoing phone conversations in planning Studycation-1. However, Rach was confused by her unusual sexual attraction to Kelly, which seemingly intensified each time they spoke. Their first contact was via phone, discussing the Studycation idea. A year later, Rach and Kelly had become a committed couple.

With Studycation-1 being wildly successful beyond all expectations, Studycation-2 was then tentatively scheduled for seven months later, again on Tybee and again sponsored by Rach. At twenty years old, Pam earned her doctorate in Public Education and was quite innovative. kocaeli escort bayan She would perform minor curriculum tweaks to improve Studycation-2.

There was a bit of concern regarding Sam’s participation next week since being left behind would totally devastate her. Fortunately, The Law Firm acting as Sam’s ‘Guardian Ad Litem’ pre-approved her traveling to Tybee for Studycation-2.

Attorney ‘2’ would represent Sam in court for the exemption waiver hearing scheduled for when she physically would be on Tybee.

So with all that going for Sam, the St. John’s Group Home Girls were now scheduled to soon depart for Tybee and start their second amazing Learning In Motion Program!

STUDYCATION-2:

Studycation-2 was all set to start tomorrow morning. However, Rach had yet to finalize the downtime schedule for the two couples. After all, Jenny and Pam, as well as Rach and Kelly, would need time to play some scorching sex games!

This would be fairly simple to arrange since Rach’s large home was only ten miles from the Studycation-2 Resort Center HQ. One couple would have responsibility for the girls, while the second couple enjoyed a relaxing evening at Rach’s private home.

Rach, “Staying at our place for at least one night over the next ten days allows each couple a special time for crazy wild sex away from the resort. For certain, Kelly and I tended to quickly get hotly vocal when sexing it up!”

Kelly, “Yeah, I am obviously down with that plan, so we can bang our brains out, babe. I want us to have the first evening of downtime, and we can nicely prepare the en suite guest bedroom for Jenny and Pam’s night off!”

In another conversation, Kelly opened up to Rach. “I am so scared of losing Sam. There is a rumor running around that her bio-parents are appealing to family court for their parental fitness right to regain custody of Sam be restored.”

Rach, “Let’s discuss all potential alternatives for Sam’s wellbeing in depth this week, including the possibility of Sam remaining here on Tybee with me for a month following Studycation-2.”

Samantha (Sam) was not one of the original transfers from the shuttered JDC. She currently resided at the Group Home on a Family Court Judge’s Exemption Waiver since she was only five years old at that time. The Judge had approved the first six-month extension of Sam’s exemption waiver without any issues. Her next six-month exemption was scheduled in a few days, which the bio-parents planned to contest.

Sam was currently six years old and needed just one more birthday to reside at the Group Home without a family court exception waiver.

[Ed. Note: Please read the end of CH.03 for a detailed history of Sam if you’re interested.]

Rach added, “We need to discuss our options for protecting Sam with ‘2’ and the Law Firm, then move forward from there.

“We have three priorities for this week. First, a highly successful Studycation-2 program; second, definitely resolving Sam’s custody issue(s); and finally, time for us to have screaming RED HOT SEX,” declared Rach with a wickedly lustful leer!

Kelly agreed, “Babe, I am all in on the red hot knockout sex with you!”

Pam had designed an awesome Studycation-2 curriculum, with the young girls being just ‘out of this world happy.’ The Group Home girls experienced a wonderful time on Studycation-1. They first realized there that learning could also be awesome fun; they were now all in on every aspect of Pam’s Studycation-2 exciting lesson plan.

Pam’s ‘Studycation-2; Learning In Motion’ had them actively working in the Savannah Botanical and Zoological Gardens, the Savannah Girl Scouts Museum, the Savannah Shipyard, Savannah Squares / River-walk, various Savannah Trolley Tours, Tybee Deep Ocean Adventure, and many other historical sights.

Their ‘Studycation-2 Workbooks’ were beginning to bulge with notes gleefully taken by the girls, as well as new ideas for projects. They were having their second experience as serious real-world students, and it was grand. These intelligent young girls were no longer confined to tiny box size living spaces in a JDC or the impersonality of most Foster Home Care!

They were truly freed from the binding chains of their poverty, abuse, and a mostly uncaring society!

As an upgrade to Studycation-1, Pam collaborated with Jai on designing some independent, fun workshops (play-time in motion) for the five and six-year-olds. This gave them a sense of importance in having their own special study adventures.

Their special workshops included a sturdy backpack filled with pens, pencils, crayons, notebooks, and educational coloring books. These beautiful five and six-year-old girls were on the educational journey of their young lives.

The participants were now midway through Studycation-2, so there was a special dinner celebration at Angie’s Restaurant tonight. Rach had purchased outfits for all of the girls, cute Tybee Island tops and shorts, for tonight’s izmit escort bayan ‘we’re halfway through’ frolic.

There was an abundance of great fun foods, ice cream, cakes, and party streamers for the evening. The seventeen girls had never experienced such awesome festivities. They were blown away by the love being lavished on them by everyone, especially Rach and Kelly.

Rach and Kelly had designed the ten days to allow them, along with Pam and Jenny, to have one free night alone at Rach’s house after the girls were down for the night. The couple remaining onsite would have primary responsibility for the five and six-year-olds, especially Sam.

Jenny and Pam were the onsite couple tonight. They were already playing games with Sam and the other younger girls in the adventure room.

The two Resident Assistants (Andrea and Jane) and Rach’s girls, Shels, Ames, and Moon, supervised the older Group Home girls with age-related games and other actives in the reading and movie room.

Rach and Kelly quietly slipped out of their suite later as everyone was happily occupied at the resort.

RACH AND KELLY’S NIGHT:

As they were driving to her house, Rach growled, “I am so frigging horny for you tonight, babe. My panties were so soaked, I took them off before we left the suite.”

Kelly cutely squeaked, “I am all yours tonight, Rach, so just nail me to the bed and fuck me senseless?”

“You are my wet-panties Kelly tonight!” roared Rach.

Once inside, Rach set the alarm and slammed the door shut, then frantically pushed Kelly to the sofa and over the arm. Flipping her skirt up, Rach yanked Kelly’s wet thong down to her knees, soundly slapping her phat booty on each cheek.

“Whose booty is this, Kelly?” yelled Rach.

“It’s your booty forever, Rach love. You own it.”

Rach slid two fingers between Kelly’s soaked pussy lips, feeling a thick, pungent wetness pouring down the inside of both thighs.

“Fuck babe, your pussy is drenched, and I am loving it so much!” bawled Rach.

She pushed Kelly further over the sofa’s arm, dropping to her knees licking the back of Kelly’s thighs up to her bum crease. Kelly’s juices tasted so sweet, as Rach dove deeply into her pussy while recklessly licking everywhere there were sweet juices to taste. Kelly’s genital area juices were so tangy with the enticing smell of her arousal that Rach attacked again and again with an insatiable thirst for her lover’s juices.

Spreading Kelly’s bodacious booty open with both hands, Rach growled, “Fuck me, this pussy is so sweet,” gasping for air as she licked deep into the bum crease.

Kelly, “Rach darling, I love it so much when you growl and take me completely as your woman! I just get so dam wet hearing you growl when craving my body.”

Rach did everything sexually possible to Kelly without physically turning her inside out. She nipped at her pussy lips while swiping her tongue side to side as if giving Kelly’s pussy a wet sex-sponge bath. She deftly reached under Kelly’s shirt for her braless tits, sharply tweaking her nipple resulting in a shuddering orgasm for Kelly!

Kelly moaned deeply, squealing, “Oh, fucking hell, Rach. I am cumming so hard. Just keep licking and sucking me!”

Rach dug deeper between her spread thighs, pushing Kelly forward until her head was flat on the sofa seat with her legs flailing wildly. She kept licking and sucking and nipping, while Kelly kept squealing and cumming until finally she rigidly convulsed and passed out for a second.

Taking her limp body into her arms, Rach sauntered up to her bedroom, with the petite Kelly’s clothes in total disarray. Rach tossed her whimpering lover on the bed and ripped off her own dress. She stood there tall, naked, and magnificently statuesque, gazing lovingly at Kelly. After a moment, Rach literally dived onto the bed, rolled Kelly over, jerking her tattered clothing off, leaving both stark naked.

Rach cuddled her girlfriend while she repeatedly pronounced her absolute devotion to Kelly!

She had begun falling in love with Kelly during their several phone calls organizing Studycation-1, followed by love at first sight for Rach when Kelly arrived on Tybee.

“I am never letting you go,” Rach growled, gently cradling Kelly to her breast. “You have touched my heart as no one has ever before, so you are Mine! Mine! Mine! forever.”

A foggy, groggy Kelly groaned, “Babe did you buy the strapon for us in Savannah?”

“Yes, the one you really liked saying it looked mighty big and so scary!” answered Rach.

Kelly continued, “Please strap up now and nail me to the bed, fucking me senseless as you promised!”

Rach whispered, “For sure, sweetie, but you seem so tired from my amazing pussy licking over the sofa? It’s okay to wait until our next time loving to use the strapon.”

Kelly said, “Who knows when we will be totally alone again, with a family of nineteen young and older girls?”

Kelly gebze escort continued, “I want you to mark me as your babe by fucking me Daffy Duck Nuts with that strapon right now! After your owning me completely, I will crawl between your luscious thighs, licking your sweetness all night long, showing you how much I love and adore you.”

Rach strapped up, placing Kelly on her back as she crawled between her widely spread thighs. She tenderly kissed her fiancé while entering her with one fluid push. Kelly flinched from the full 1-stroke penetration and then relaxed as her lover began gently fucking her with short twisting strokes.

“Fuck me now, Rach, really fuck me!” Kelly screamed.

Rach possessed powerful thighs, having been a tall distance runner since eighth grade. She threw Kelly’s cute little muscular legs over her shoulders. She began rapidly thrusting into her, gaining speed like a runaway locomotive.

Kelly screamed and creamed as Rach growled, “You want to scream, babe, okay then scream for me?”

Nearly an hour later, Kelly was whining and begging, “No more, Rach darling, please, no more!”

‘Rach Pounded – Kelly Screamed! Rach Pounded – Kelly Creamed! Time and again!’

Finally, a fully exhausted Rach laying snuggly on top of Kelly, “I gave you everything I had, babe, and you are so mine forever.”

Kelly said, “I am so whipped, but a promise is a promise,” as she slowly turned Rach over, taking off the strap and licking her juices.

Rach grinned, “Sweetheart, I know you are tired, so wait until tomorrow!”

“I absolutely love my Rach Saunders,” answered Kelly. “Spread those luscious thighs because Kelly plans to love her babe’s sweet pussy all night.”

Kelly soulfully kissed her love, working her way down to gently suck both nipples. She then moved down to home in on her Rach’s pussy with soft and sensual licks while at times sucking gently on her clit. Kelly slowly long-tongued Rach’s pussy and clit for twenty minutes, nudging her to a Long Lasting Mellow Orgasm before she fell soundly asleep on her final taste of Rach’s delicious pussy.

Rach pulled her loving girlfriend up into her arms and gently caressed her sweat and juice-covered face. She went for a pee and afterward wetted a nice fluffy cloth with warm water. She used it to softly wipe Kelly’s sweat-covered body before joining her in a night of contented sleep.

Rach woke first and gently roused Kelly with warm hugs and sweet kisses.

She said, “Babe, we need to shower and get over to the resort in an hour, so we can have breakfast with the group.”

Kelly softly crying, “I waited all my life for you, Rach, please NEVER let me go!”

Rach answered, “We are truly one now, and I will ALWAYS love you!”

The two lovers quickly showered, although Kelly moved somewhat stiffly resulting from last night’s sex-a-thon. They arrived at the resort just as the girls were entering the reserved buffet breakfast section.

Jenny and Pam gave them a knowing smile while Sam rushed over, leaping into Kelly’s tired arms. She snuggled into Kelly while leaning over to give Rach a hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Now Sam was delighted having her two Moms back with her again!

The older Group Home girls had a busy day ahead. They would take a three-hour late morning adventure boat ride with lunch included, followed by scavenging and identifying seashells and other objects along the beach. Today would be both educational and fun for the older girls.

Rach and Kelly took the five and six-year-olds to the Savannah Children’s Museum, which is adjacent to the Railroad Museum, so they would also have a look-see there. Afterward, they would stop by Rach’s Investment Firm, where Cat would read the girls a nice storybook and play a video in the conference room. The little ones proudly announced their very special learning activities for the day to everyone.

Kelly was a trouper, dragging a bit during the many fun things the girls were doing since she had not fully recovered from last night at Rach’s. The little ones were so excited with their special learning in motion project, never even noticing Kelly’s weariness.

Both groups of girls returned to the resort a bit tuckered out from their full day of activities. They quickly enjoyed a light snack and were down for the night quite early.

Rach, Kelly, Jenny, and Pam were sharing a glass of wine on the patio of Rach’s suite while discussing Sam’s situation. The rumor of Sam’s bio-parents asking to regain custody was apparently true. ‘2’ was investigating this issue further. This situation had rapidly developed in the past few days catching everyone a bit unaware. ‘2’ immediately started digging into what had actually changed in the past few weeks that warranted returning Sam to an unsafe and dangerous situation. She had lived in the St. John’s Group Home for over a year and was now six years old.

As best as the St. John’s care group knew from the family court records, Sam had been frequently struck in anger by her bio-parents. It was also rumored that one of the bio-parents had pushed Sam down a flight of stairs. This led to her being removed from that abusive home by a Family Court Judge’s order and State Social worker’s approval.

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Becky approached a customer after scanning the shoe store’s showroom. “May I help you?”

The woman displayed the two high heels in her hand. “Could I see each of these in a size seven?”

“I’ll be right back.” She returned with two boxes, then gestured to a chair. “May I?”

The woman smiled. “Yes please.”

Becky moved the shoe bench in front of her and sat as the woman placed her foot on it. She removed a shoe from the first box, then watched the woman discreetly raise her skirt hem enough to reveal the lack of an undergarment as Becky lifted her stocking-covered foot.

She hesitated fitting the shoe, and the woman tilted her head. “Are you alright?”

The soft voice broke her mesmerized stare. “Yes. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Your reaction is priceless.”

She couldn’t help but glance again at the secret sensual sight and as she did, the woman discreetly spread her legs. Never had she ever had such an unencumbered intimate view. She slipped the high heel on while frequently glancing at the erogenous vision. She couldn’t help herself. She had never had anyone expose themselves to her, and she found the boldness breathtakingly erotic.

Was the woman making a pass at her? If so, what should she do?… What would she do? She blinked, realizing the difference, then pretended to adjust the shoe and straighten the stocking touching it.

No, she couldn’t. She had a boyfriend and a committed relationship…but her burgeoning inner desire said the opposite. She glanced again. Was her confusingly enamored reaction the result of being caught off-guard?

The woman closed her legs, then switched feet on the stool, and she looked up as the woman smiled before sensually spreading her legs again. “Don’t worry. Your reaction is too precious for the show to be over.”

The statement increased her breathing. Why was she suddenly so willing to see how this developed? Would she do something if given the opportunity? Could she say no, even if she wanted to? Why did she want so badly to get just a single inhale of the woman’s feminine scent? “I’m Becky.”

The woman smiled. “Such a sexy name. I hope I get to call it out.”

What did she mean? Did she just imply…? Did the woman want more? Her pulse raced.

“I’m Candace but my special friends call me Candy. Do you have a boyfriend, Becky?”

“Yes.” She knelt and inhaled as she leaned forward, hoping for a hint of the woman’s sweet erotic musk.

Candy smiled and spread her legs. “That was sexy.”

She startled. “What?”

“Your wonderful inhale.” Candy’s head tilted playfully, “…You want to get closer, don’t you.” then covered her lips with her fingers while scanning the room for eavesdroppers. “You want to taste it.”

Her heart pounded in response and her breathing quickened. “What?”

“It’s okay. I won’t tell.” She examined the shoes after Becky finished slipping the second on. “They feel a little snug.”

“I’ll get you the next size.”

“Why don’t you measure my foot instead?” The woman offered a devious smile, then Becky noticed the metal sizer’s strategic placement as it rested directly under Candy’s seat.

She hesitated, knowing she should go behind the chair to retrieve it, but her racing heart told her otherwise. She exhaled realizing the implication. Should she boldly reach under the front of the seat to retrieve it? She would almost have to put her face between the woman’s legs.

Oh, god…why did she want to, so badly?!

“Please measure it for me?”

She paused as her breathing increased again, then uttered a feint gasp as the woman discreetly lifted her skirt and slid forward as she reached under her chair.

She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply as her face moved intimately close to Candice’s raised hem while reaching for the machine.

“I love when you do that. Would you do that when we’re alone?”

The statement shocked her. “Pardon me?”

“I want to watch you inhale my scent, before you kiss me there.”

Her eyes widened. “Kiss?”

“Yes.” Candy grinned as her eyes glistened. “Don’t you want to?”

“I…I.”

Candy raised her fingers to her mouth and whispered as she nodded with delight. “It’s okay. I won’t tell a soul.”

She swallowed hard and thought how eagerly she would comply to the woman’s every wish if given the opportunity, but suddenly couldn’t conjure a reply.

“Slip the other style on and let me walk in them.”

Becky quickly opened the other box and slipped the new pair over her stockinged feet, and Candy moved teasingly close, after standing.

She inhaled deeply again, too overwhelmed by this woman’s overflowing sensuality to hide her sudden yearning, then felt an instant pang of disappointment as the woman walked to the floor mirror in the corner.

Her eyes followed Candice’s izmit escort bayan flowing skirt as the woman continued her private show before turning and smiling. “What do you think?”

Her mouth dropped while noticing the woman’s amazing figure. She was stunning…the way she carried herself…the confidence and sensuality exuding from her.

She gazed into the woman’s dark, perfectly made-up eyes as she returned and stood intimately close.

“Such a pretty face to look down at.”

Her eyes widened and she swallowed noticeably.

Candace raised her foot and eyed the shoe. “I have to think about them. What time do you close tonight?”

“Nine-thirty.”

“Are you working until closing?”

“Yes.”

“Any plans after?”

“Just a little inventory in the back.” Did she really say that? She normally straightened the stockroom as the evening progressed, and left the store at closing. Her heart raced! What was she doing!?

“Is it okay if I come back at closing and make a final decision?”

She nodded as she swallowed again.

“…Adorable.” Candy took a step away, before turning and reaching in her purse. “I forgot. I have something for you.” She removed a small ball of lace and silk and held it toward her, then smiled as Becky accepted it. “I didn’t have them on for my fitting, but I wore them all day, before visiting.”

Becky’s gaze widened as she realized what was in her hand.

Candice smiled at her reaction. “I thought you might like them.”

Becky brought the wadded panties to her nose and inhaled as soon as Candy walked from eyesight, then dropped them as Candy peeked around the corner of the storefront. She could feel herself turn embarrassingly crimson as Candy waved and disappeared again, but couldn’t refrain from raising the soft silk and lace garment to her nose and inhaling a second time. For all the things she owned, this simple gift had suddenly become her most prized possession.

She watched Candice saunter into the store, minutes before closing, then casually browse the wall displays as Becky hurriedly closed-out the register.

“Should I lower the gate?”

She held the key toward her associate. “Yeah. Lock up. Then you can leave.”

He motioned to Candice. “Is she…”

“She’s a friend. We’ll leave by the service door.” She watched the associate lock the lowered gate, then took the key from him. “Goodnight.”

“Bye.”

Her heart jumped as she heard the back service door shut, then stared at the intimate stranger.

Candice smiled after placing a shoe on its display shelf. “Are you officially done work?”

She nodded embarrassingly from behind the counter.

“Have you been enjoying my panties?”

She nodded again as she removed them from her pocket.

Candy motioned her closer, with a single finger. “Let me have them.”

She reluctantly surrendered them, then watched the sensual stranger lift her skirt and rub the panties between her legs. “I’ve been walking around aroused, knowing you have them, and I just wanted to add a little of that arousal for you. Is that okay?”

She nodded again as her increased breathing could no longer be hidden.

“Will you do me a favor?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Bring them to your nose and show me how you’ve been enjoying them.”

Her eyes widened.

“Please?”

She wanted to. In fact, she yearned to. She had been enjoying Candy’s scent since receiving the prize, but Candy’s knowing plea added to the embarrassment of her desire. She raised the panties to her nose and gently shut her eyes as she inhaled the sensuous fragrance.

Candy stepped intimately close. “You like that, don’t you.”

She inhaled again. “Yes.”

“How much?”

She exhaled audibly. “Very much.”

The woman teased the tips of Becky’s light brown hair. “Say it.”

She stared into Candice’s eyes. “I love inhaling your soiled panties.”

“I love hearing that.” Candice lifted the front of her skirt and reached between her legs, then raised her glistening fingers. “Do you want a taste?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“How bad? Tell me how much you want to taste.”

Her breathing intensified. “Desperately.”

Candice inched closer. “What do you want to taste?”

“Your pussy.” She lowered her chin. “I desperately want to taste your pussy.”

“Oh, yes. Good choice of words.” Candice placed the two moist fingers at Becky’s lips. “Have you ever said those words before?”

“Never.” She released her breath.

Candice slid her fingers along Becky’s lips. “You desperately want to taste my pussy?”

She couldn’t help herself. She knew how any proper girl should answer, but she couldn’t. After spending the afternoon risking the consequences of being caught inhaling the wonderful feminine izmit eve gelen escort fragrance off Candice’s panties, her heart ached with the anticipation of tasting the source of the most sensual and erotic scent she had ever encountered.

“Lick your lips.”

She did as instructed and became instantly disappointed at the meager hint of intimate sexual perfume the amazing woman left behind.

“Good girl.” Candy’s brows rose. “Did you ever fantasize about caressing a woman’s breast?” Candice smiled at Becky’s reaction. “I love how you offer such powerful nonverbal affirmations.”

She swallowed noticeably.

“I want to feel you unbutton my blouse.”

Her heart pounded as she followed the indirect instructions, then slid her hand inside the open blouse and caressed the delicate lace bra. “You’re almost there. The clasp is in front.”

Her gaze dropped to the enticing cleavage as she unclasped it, then huffed softly.

Candice offered a playful scorn. “Are you going to feel me up?”

She hesitated after hearing the playful derogation.

“Well, are you?”

She instinctively held her breath as she slipped her fingers over the soft silky mound.

Candice glanced down at the hand inside her blouse. “You naughty girl.”

The derogatory words made her gasp as she gently squeezed in mesmerized amazement.

“Is this the first time you’ve ever caressed another woman’s breast?”

Candice’s voice broke her deep trance. “Yes.”

“Do you like it?”

She lifted it gently, trying to memorize its feminine softness. “It’s amazing.”

“Are you eager to taste it?”

Becky met Candice’s glassy gaze. “I can taste it?”

Candice stroked her hair. “I hope you’ll suckle them like a hungry baby, but first we have to find a place to play, don’t you think?”

Becky scanned the showroom. “There’s a desk in the back.”

Candice frowned, “That isn’t much of a shoe store fantasy.” then took Becky’s hand and led her to the seat she sat in earlier. “Isn’t this where you really want to fulfill your secret desire?”

Becky swallowed hard as the vivid recollection of Candice’s discreetly exposed pussy flashed in her mind, and how it had created an inner lust she didn’t know existed.

Candice primped seductively, then sat before tucking her flowing skirt between her spread legs. “Go get your little stool.”

She retrieved it, then hurriedly placed it as Candice smiled. “I love how eager you are to please me.”

She felt her face blush as she sat on the little stool at Candice’s feet, embarrassingly ashamed at being so obvious, but pleasantly ashamed by her new submissiveness.

Candice raised her skirt hem to just above her spread knees. “But didn’t you say you had a fiancé?” Her fingers covered her mouth as her eyes darted left and right. “What would he say about this?”

Her gaze widened as he entered her thoughts. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s worry about that later.” Candice casually raised the dress hem further. “Do you like where you are and what you’re thinking of doing?”

Her breathing intensified. “Yes.”

“Tell me…I want to hear.” Candy raised her skirt hem further. “It makes me hot hearing how badly you’re thinking of doing something so…provocative.” Her brows rose. “Is it me? Am I that sexy?”

“Yes.” Her breathing became almost uncontrollable as she glanced between Candice’s spread legs. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And what would you do to me if I let you?”

“I would…” She swallowed hard.

“Say it. It makes me so hot…”

“I would taste you.”

Candy tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Taste what?”

She glanced between Candy’s legs.

Candy lowered her skirt. “If you can’t say it…”

“Taste your pussy.”

Candice huffed playfully. “You want to taste my pussy?”

“And kiss it.”

“It doesn’t sound like you want to very badly.”

“I want to more than anything.”

“…Want to do what, more than anything?”

“I want to taste your beautiful pussy…” She exhaled then breathed deep. “I want to lick and eat your pussy, more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

“Naughty girl!” Candy raised her dress enough to expose herself. “Are you going to regret it after you’re done?”

Her gaze lowered to the teasing view Candice’s enticing thighs offered; leaning forward slightly while she sat in eager anticipation. “No.”

“Are you sure?” Candy slid her fingertips teasingly over her clit.

“I don’t know.”

“But you can’t wait to taste me, can you.”

“Please, can I?”

“Can you…?”

Becky stared at Candice’s glistening shaved pussy. “Please, can I taste your beautiful pussy?”

“That’s what I want to hear, but what do I get in return?”

Becky leaned closer to Candice’s izmit otele gelen escort spread legs. “I’ll do it until you cum.”

“Do what?”

“Eat your pussy.” She diverted her eyes from Candice’s flawless thighs, to her perfectly made-up eyes. “I need to kiss, lick and bury my tongue in your beautiful pussy until I make you cum in my mouth.”

“A cute little innocent girl like you, with a fiancé…wants to eat my pussy until I cum?” Candy spread her legs further.

She stared at the erotic sight, shadowed by the full, open skirt Candy held in her hands. “Please…please cum in my mouth.”

“And you’ve never tasted another woman before?”

She shook her head demurely. “No.”

Candice teasingly lowered her chin. “But you want to taste my pussy?”

“Please?” She stared at the erotic sight. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Now, how could a woman say no to that?”

Her mouth dropped open as her heartbeat began racing.

Candice slid down in the chair and held her dress up, just enough to invite her under. “And you’re going to lick me until I cum?…Right here where you work?”

She leaned forward and inhaled Candy’s sweet fragrance as her head disappeared under the flowing skirt. “Oh, Yes.”

She felt Candice’s hand press gently on the fabric, and against her head. “Make me cum in your sweet innocent mouth.”

She shut her eyes as Candice’s hand pressed her lips to her sweet swollen pussy, and she opened her mouth and tasted the magnificent soft folds.

Candice fixed the dress over her, then lovingly stroked her hidden head. “Oh, you naughty, beautiful girl.”

She wrapped her arms around Candice’s thighs, then slid off the stool and knelt in front of her as she began memorizing every nuance of the sensual encounter. She had her open mouth pressed against a woman’s vagina, and it was more erotic than any sexual tryst she had ever experienced, though being with a woman was never more than a fleeting fantasy before meeting this stranger.

But her pussy tasted as wonderful as she imagined and she buried her open mouth deeper, trying to savor every moist slippery droplet suddenly spreading between them. She licked and swallowed as the delicious dew spread, registering every moment as more erotic than any previous sexual interlude.

Candice spread her legs, offering further access, then pressed her head deeper. “Do you like that, sweetheart? Is eating my pussy, everything you dreamed?”

She nodded without pause as she continued burying her open mouth inside the slippery folds, then offered an additional soft savoring sigh.

“I hope your fiancé doesn’t come by, because I’m about to cum in his girlfriend’s wonderful mouth.”

She didn’t know why, but the guilt Candy’s thought conjured, added to the eroticism. She knew the ramifications of her actions, and she knew she’d live with them for the rest of her life, but for this moment of intense desire, she had no self-control.

“You wouldn’t stop if he caught us, would you?”

She shook her head without separating from the delicious softness.

“Oh! Oh!” Candice began squirming. “…Oh, Becky!”

She felt Candice press and she eagerly sucked and licked deeper.

“Oh, sweetheart! You really have your mouth buried inside me!” She bucked against Becky’s face. “You love my pussy…don’t you!”

She did! For that moment, she wondered if she liked it more than cock.

“Oh…the security guard and I, have to watch.”

She felt the cool air as Candice uncovered her, lovingly buried between her legs, then her heart jumped as Candy’s words registered, and she looked up in fright.

“I’m only teasing.” Candice pressed her head down again. “It’s fun teasing and being teased once in a while…isn’t it?”

Her passion rose as the teasing provoked her, but she suddenly felt emboldened. Her eyes met Candice’s and her stare intensified. She had Candice where she wanted her and she suddenly felt like taking control.

She slid her hand boldly inside Candy’s open blouse as her mouth kissed with even more passion, and she watched Candy’s eyes widen. She continued staring…watching Candice’s face flush as her orgasm built, then began moving Candice’s hips against her protruding tongue, until the woman panted with delight and bucked against her open mouth.

“Oh! Oh!” Candice squeezed her thighs against her head, then quivered in ecstasy as the first rush of orgasm overcame her.

“Oh! Oh, Becky!”

She continued her erratic thrusts and writhed in delight with each ecstatic pleasure surge, then after the extended ecstasy, joyfully cooed as the prolonged orgasm began to subside.

Becky smiled as she kissed Candice’s inner thighs. “Was it everything you hoped?”

“Oh, Beck…” She struggled to catch her breath as she slid her fingers through Becky’s hair. “That was… the best.”

“The best orgasm you ever had?”

Candy nodded as her intense breathing continued. “I think it was.”

“Then I expect you to stop by every Monday to see when I’m closing….Understand?”

Candice smiled demurely. “Yes, ma’am.”

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The Captain stared at the sea of stoic faces in the cold light of the station conference room, then closed his notebook. The briefing had gone over an hour., and contained information about the public safety drill the night before. He dismissed the officers, and they filed out into the hallway.

“Cortez, Turner…,” the Captain added, “See me in my office.”

Lisa and Jason looked briefly at one another and turned down the corridor toward the Captain’s office. Jason stepped aside, gallantly offering the way to Cortez. “Ladies first,” he said, with a grin. Cortez eyed him with a polite smile. There was something she didn’t like about him, but couldn’t put her finger on it.

She entered the Captain’s office. “Close the door,” he said, and she complied.

“Your whereabouts during the drill?” he said, looking at her. “You didn’t check in.”

“I know, Sir,” she began.

He interrupted, sitting in his worn chair and consulting the screen on his desk. “The system indicates you installed a house arrest into her home at 22:12. Yet you were still there when the drill began at 23:30. Why were you there so long?” His stern expression fixed upon her.

“I left my phone in the cruiser,” she lied.

He looked at her, his gaze unyielding. “Cortez, you seem off your game lately,” he said frankly. “Those flowers on your desk are the third arrangement to arrive this week. Everything OK with you and Pete?”

She looked past the Captain at a spot between two photos on the wall. “Captain, I apologize for my absentmindedness before the drill. It won’t happen again.” Her fixed expression confirmed she didn’t want to talk about her personal life.

“I have to answer for all my officers, Cortez,” he warned slowly, meeting her gaze. “The State doesn’t allow for delinquency. Don’t let it happen again.”

She nodded sharply and he excused her. As she walked out the door, Turner winked at her before going in and closing the door behind him.

Cortez walked to her desk and sat in the chair, opening up her laptop. She looked at the bouquets on the desk, each tasteful, expensive. She then put them each onto the floor beside the trash can, removing the unread cards from their plastic perches, ripping them and tossing the pile into the bin. These, like the voicemails Pete left, would also be ignored. She felt many eyes in the station looking at her, but she tried to fix her gaze and focus upon her screen as she typed.

Woods entered the station with a detainee. He was handcuffed, yelling about the mask forced upon him. Woods cuffed him to a bench and brought his laptop to a nearby counter for processing, scanning the detainee’s ankle monitor.

Jason emerged from the Captain’s office with a snide grin. The detainee stared intensely, watching him walk into the bullpen of desks.

“Hey!” the detainee called out.

“Quiet down,” Woods warned him, entering a code into a keypad. Jason looked casually over his shoulder at the disruption, then turned around and donned a cap.

“Hey, sport,” the man called pointedly at Jason, sitting taller on the bench. “I know you…you suck some good dick. Take it good, too.”

Jason’s anger flashed at the detainee, whose eyes he recognized from the club the other night. Almost reflexively he picked up a stapler and hurled it across the room. It hit him in the forehead and he slumped over, his cuffed hands the only thing keeping him upright. Blood began to ooze down his face, soaking his shirt.

Woods and the Captain rushed upon Jason, who stood motionless, his body almost shaking with surprise, fear and anger. Two more officers attended to the unconscious detainee. The Captain bellowed at Jason and Woods restrained him. Jason’s wide eyes met Tony’s, who held his gaze for a moment, then softly closed his laptop, donned his flack jacket and walked out of the station.

Cortez walked out and got into izmit escort the passenger side of the cruiser, where Tony had been sitting for a few minutes.

“What the fuck was that all about?” she said rhetorically.

Tony just shook his head and said something about Turner being an asshole.

“How about coffee before we hit the park?” Tony asked. “Should be a slow night.”

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I couldn’t focus on the work before me, as I kept reading the same paragraph over and over. Life had changed completely since that night I was put on house arrest. Now I was literally a prisoner in my home, with access to my publishing work online, but my contacts with friends and family were limited. A food service application appeared on my desktop a day after my home arrest, which allowed me to use some of my social credit to order necessities. I ordered what I thought I would need for the next several days, as I had no idea when the court date would be offered and appear on my calendar.

After the drill had ended, I didn’t know what to expect in regard to Lisa. We both didn’t. Once that door unlocked, her freedom meant my captivity. She needed to report to work, but reassured me she would return when she could. And she did come to me, usually at night after work. The first time she returned, there was an awkward attempt at explanation of what transpired between us. But it was interrupted by that same spark that drew us together, and we fucked again and again. Sometimes she would stay the night, sometimes just for a few hours. But I needed her physical presence, and she needed me to need her.

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Two weeks after the house arrest, Lisa and Tony sat at their desks late one night, processing two men they had arrested in the park. The men were first time offenders, relatively young and scared. Tony felt bad for them, but this was part of the job. If it had just been he who caught them he would have let them slide. But Cortez was a hardliner. She didn’t bend the rules. He didn’t really know her all that well, but something was going on with her and her fiance. The ring from her finger disappeared a few weeks ago. He didn’t want to ask. Then there were the flowers at the station that she left by the trash can.

Neither of the two men could go home, as their status would not allow them to be around family. They were escorted into the isolation cells that were newly built just before the pandemic hit. Their ankle monitor chips were switched out, and each was installed into singular cells that contained a cot, toilet, and sink.

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After work that same night, Cortez changed into her street clothes before leaving the station. Pulling out of the station parking lot in her SUV, she rolled down the window and took in the night air, noting how quiet the streets were. The drills sort of ensured that. People became stuck wherever they were and then thought it better to not risk it at all, so often stayed home. She stopped at a high end grocery store, took out a list from her jacket pocket and began the scavenger hunt of finding the items. Why pay this much for coffee? For ice cream? But the bill, as big as it was, didn’t bother her. She stowed her two bags in the trunk, and drove a few blocks west. She slowed and passed Kilmead Drive, and parked on the road perpendicular. She looked in her side view mirror at the house three in on the left, then shut down the engine.

An extra key to the house was not possible since the State took over property rights. Her knock at the door was so subtle it needed to be repeated. I had to be careful not to trip the sensor with my monitor, so I opened it at an angle. She stood on the dim porch with two bags of groceries. izmit anal yapan escort She had come to know my tastes, that which I could not attain myself for the time being.

Cortez came in quietly and went into the kitchen. Opening the fridge and freezer, she began putting things away. She closed the freezer door and folded the bags neatly. “You seriously pay that much for ice cream?” she asked with a smile.

I kissed her smile, and the moment our lips touched the humor turned to passion. Her sweatshirt was quickly on the floor, my fingers deftly unclasping her bra. Her hands were on my cheeks, her lips kissing me tenderly, contrapuntal to my quick actions. I smelled her signature citrus cologne as I had noticed on the breeze that first evening, and it made me even more eager.

“Shhh….”she whispered. But I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to gorge myself on her body, on her affection, her presence. I didn’t know how much time we would have. Time together was never enough.

“Shower with me,” she said between my eager kisses. We walked awkwardly, kissing in each others’ arms, toward the bathroom. We undressed as we had before on that same patch of tile, with the hot water filling the room with steam. In the shower, our bodies melded in the warmth of the water. I washed her body and hair with gentleness, our eyes meeting intermittently. My movements stilled as she held me to her, kissing me intensely, her tongue meshing with mine. She pushed me against the wall, her hard, wet nipples contacting mine. Her hand cupped my pussy, and she teased me as we kissed. I parted my legs, wanting more of her. She bent my knee, pulling my leg up so my foot rested on the bench seat. She knelt and kissed my mound, looking up at me. The water rained on her as she began to lick and suck my pussylips. Her tongue was on my slit, the flat of it lapping at my own wetness with the water. I could hear her moan as she tasted me, her tongue then entering me with a perceptible pleasurable moan. I pushed against her mouth as much as I could without losing balance. I squeezed on her tongue when her mouth was locked onto me, pressing my hips into her face as she took what she wanted. My indiscernible tears streamed down my face as I came with her tongue inside me, looking at her as she looked at me. She remained there, my pussy throbbing around her tongue, the water beating on her head and back. She pulled out slowly, tenderly, and licked me clean. We kissed again, the taste of pussy and peppermint soap on her lips, and my hunger built again.

She read me well, and I didn’t have to tell her to take it out of the drawer. As she secured the cock about her hips with the snug briefs, I knelt before her, kissing her thighs. Looking up at her, she caressed my cheek. I took the head of it into my mouth, and teased it with my lips and tongue as I looked up at her. Her breathing became slow, heavier as she watched me. My thumb slipped into the briefs and teased her pussy, feeling how wet she was becoming. I ran my tongue along the cock shaft in its entirety before taking it into my mouth and slowly bobbing my head on it. She moaned as my thumb rubbed around her clit, feeling it become hard and swollen in her excitement. Her moans became more audible, and she leaned against the wall. My attention to her clit became much more intentional, in tune with my sucking and slurping on the dildo she wore. I began to pull at her briefs, which she protested by pulling me up and pushing me back onto the bed. I yielded to her immediately, feeling the cock enter me easily, her breasts pressed to mine, and her hips begin to pump into me. My arms wrapped around her back, my legs wrapped around hers, parted as wide as they could to get more and more of her. She pulled back and knelt to her knees, holding my legs wide as she thrust slowly into me. I teased my breasts, izmit yabancı escort pinching at my nipples intermittently, moaning for her. I began to tease my clit as she fucked me slowly, her eyes gazing at my pussy, then into my own eyes. She fucked me steadily like this, both of us moaning gently, our pace increasing as I rubbed my clit with greater intensity. When I came this time, she was deep inside me, our bodies pressed to one another as closely as possible.

I still wanted more after this, my mouth seeking to suck the dildo clean when she slowly pulled out of me. I wanted her hot again, ready to overwhelm me with sensation. My eagerness at licking and sucking my own juices from the wet cock was muted by her calm stroking of my cheeks, of pulling me closer to her. She slipped out of the briefs and we lie pressed to one another, holding each other. Her legs tangled up in mine, and our smooth pussies touched. We simultaneously responded to this contact, and our bodies shifted for more of it. We evolved into a sidelying scissor, the soft suckling of our pussies kissing heard between our moans. Our movements became more intense, frantic as our clits hardened and pussies grinded ever more intensely. We climaxed a few seconds apart, our faces contorted in an ecstasy that was partially disguised in the dark.

We slept for a time. And I awoke hungry. I hadn’t eaten in hours. Her body lie languid in the dark. It was just after 2am, and she would have to stay until it was at least light, right? I got up quietly and walked to the kitchen. I opened the freezer and took out the pint of ice cream she had brought me. The silverware drawer always stuck, but I pulled at it anyway and it rattled. I took tiny bites from my spoon in the light of the ajar freezer door.

“Can I have a taste?” she said, appearing in the sliver of light. I walked with the ice cream and spoon to the couch and she followed me. I held the pint in the dark. I could see the glimmer in her eyes, but not their color. She touched the ice cream with her finger, making a few slow circles, then she touched her finger to my nipples, followed by her mouth. I moaned softly, lying back, as she suckled the ice cream from my nipples. She took me again on the couch, beginning with her hand and ending with her mouth. The remaining ice cream disappeared in the process.

We showered again together, and lie in bed until the dawn. We kissed and enjoyed a few more intense moments. She looked at the clock at one point.

“Are you leaving soon?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Soon,” she whispered, and squeezed me, kissing my neck.

I inwardly panicked as she dressed, and I could see her in the vanity mirror. Her demeanor changed as she put on last night’s clothes and tied her hair up into a bun. She became stern, severe, unyielding. Any softness was covered up, hidden. I didn’t want her to leave, to leave me here alone.

She approached me, smelling of peppermint soap and faded citrus. She held my cheeks with both hands, looking at me intensely. “I’ll try to come back again tonight, but it may be late again.”

“Alright,” I said, attempting a smile. But my eyes must have betrayed my words.

She kissed me again and repeated, “Tonight.”

Cortez looked cautiously out the door before leaving the house. It was early yet. As her car warmed up in the chilly morning, she looked at her phone. Four voicemails from Pete, two of which she hadn’t listened to. Just then a text notification, and another, and two more. All Pete. She squinted at the pictures and her heart began to race. All taken at a home on Kilmead Drive, all date and timestamped:

1. Cortez in uniform escorting a woman into her home.

2. Cortez in uniform leaving the home the next day.

3. Cortez returning to the home in street clothes, different date.

4. Two nude women embracing, same date as

.

She zoomed in on this last one and could see her work shirt with her name on it in a heap on the floor. Her heart fell in her chest.

Another text just now from Pete. “New friend?”

Cortez looked up from her phone as a drone whizzed by her car, flying off into the distance.

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Walking back across the Quad, I felt myself begin to shake. I pulled myself together. Emma needed me to be strong. I needed to be strong for us both.

As I opened the door, I saw she was in tears.

“Are you okay darling, what happened?”

Hugging her, I told her.

I sat with her. We prayed. I was just about to give her a ring when my phone went and Footy’s number came up.

“Did you see my piece, Pixie?”

“Not yet, but you need to know what just happened here!”

I told her, and after cursing loudly she said:

“Get her back to North Parade, I am on my way!”

Emma and I left her staircase, but there was still a mob outside the College, and, as we walked back, I was horrified to see there were people milling around the house. None of them tried to stop us getting in, but I dialled the police when I got in.

Lady F was kindness itself, and AK told me that there had been people outside for the last half an hour. I told them both what had happened. Emma dissolved into tears, and I took her up to my bedroom.

“How is she?” AK asked with concern.

“Not good!” I told her and Lady F more about what had happened in college. Footy arrived a few minutes later and went straight to see Emma. Soon after that, the police arrived, and the crowd dispersed.

After what seemed an age, Footy came down.

“She needs something to help her sleep, Pixie. This can’t go on!”

Footy was right about the former, but wrong about the latter.

Emma slept in the following morning. Lady F had ordered a full set of newspapers, and we were in most of them.

The ghastly Sun ran a picture of a weeping Emma with a caption:

“The turning of the Dyke!”

Even as we were digesting that, Footy’s phone went.

“It’s the BBC, Pixie, they would like you or Emma to be on Newsnight tonight.”

We talked about it. Newsnight was the BBC’s main discussion programme. It meant that the issue was becoming “real” news. But, as I told Footy, there was no way Emma was in a fit state. Indeed, bless her, she had already asked a doctor friend of hers to come round to look at Emma.

Lady F agreed. But, as Footy said, they would go ahead anyway, and someone from “our side” had to speak.

“But that’s the problem, Footy, it is all about taking ‘sides’.”

“I know, Pixie, but the fact is there are sides. Emma can’t do it. It’s either you, or some spokesperson from the LGB Christian group. Which is it?”

I was uneasy about being forced into it and asked if we could respond after I had talked with Emma. They gave us a period of grace.

I went up to the bedroom to see Emma, but even as I did Footy said the Dean’s Secretary was on the line and wanted to talk to her.

A tearful Emma dried her eyes and took the phone from Footy. We left her to it.

“This doesn’t bode well, Footy.”

“Bloody cowards are probably disowning the two of you – makes my blood boil.”

I had hoped she was wrong, but from the state of Emma’s face as she ended the call, I could see Footy had been right.

“She says,” Emma sobbed, “that in view of the publicity they are going to suspend services at the College until further notice. It gets worse. They are withdrawing their approval of our relationship.”

At that point she broke down.

Footy was incandescent with rage.

“Backbone of jelly!”

She was right, but it did not help Emma. Just as we had calmed her down, her phone rang. Footy answered it.

“It’s the Bishop!”

Emma was already white; I thought she was going to be sick.

All we could catch was Emma saying “Yes,” a lot, and a lot of talk from the bishop. She put the phone down and looked like death.

“No going on Newsnight, they are putting up a church spokesperson. They are also going to ask me whether our relationship is sexual. The hint was clear. If I say that in future it isn’t, they will ignore what happened before this.”

My heart sank like the proverbial.

They had gone there. They were putting Emma on the spot.

Footy exploded once more.

“I swear I have seen more spine on a jellyfish!”

Hugging Emma, I said:

“Darling, I have always said I will never get in the way of your vocation, and I meant it.”

She looked at me, tears in her eyes.

“I don’t know what to do Pix. I love you.”

I hugged her. I could see Footy’s eyes were tearful.

“There is nothing to do, my love. I am doing it. I love you enough not to have you sacrifice your vocation.”

At that, Emma burst into tears anew.

AK came in, wondering what was going on. When Footy told her, she, too was angry.

She hugged us both.

“Pix, this is ridiculous!”

Smiling sadly and indicating she should calm down because it was upsetting Emma more, I just said:

“It is what it is. This is Emma’s vocation, and I am not prepared to be the cause of its destruction.”

Emma was in such a state that we put her to bed.

“You are going escort kocaeli to have to do the programme, Pixie. You have no choice.”

Just as Footy said that the BBC rang back.

I nodded. Footy was right, as we discussed after the call ended. This was “news” and if I did not give our side of it, it would be assumed that was because there was nothing to be said.

AK was wonderful. She hugged me – I needed it.

The adrenaline rush was fading, and I felt shaky. AK did us all some lunch and we discussed tactics. Footy said she had managed to get out of the BBC who else would be there; they would send a car for me. She was, she said, coming, either to “hold your hand” or “kick their arses” depending on her mood. That cheered me up.

Lady F was wonderfully helpful with advice about how to conduct myself. Her husband had done a lot of television. It all helped me feel less nervous.

“Right, Squirt, best little black dress. They will do hair and make-up – but let me make you up now so they get the idea.”

Being useless with make-up, I let AK “doll me up” as she put it.

“I am so grateful Footy,” I said, “you are a rock.”

“I have hardly begun darling Pixie. What you did for Emma was the act of a saint. I know how much you love her.”

“Enough not to ruin her life, Footy!”

The drive from Oxford to London took less time than we had thought. Footy briefed me on the way.

Her news was that the Church would have a Bishop on who would repeat the usual line and try to calm things. The critics would be represented to no-one’s surprise by Bartlett, and there would be a person from the LGBTI+ to help make the foursome. We ran through what I might say or do. I was glad to have her there.

At the studio I was taken straight to make-up and thence to the “green room” where we had to wait. Bartlett was there already. He looked at me. I said “hello;” he did not have the grace to respond. The Bishop of Kensington joined us. I had seen John Davies on television before; he was an accomplished performer. Just before we were called, we were joined by the LGBTI+ representative who introduced herself as Judy Jensen.

Under the lights I felt uncomfortable; the brightness I had expected; the heat less so. Then, before I could count to ten, we were on. The Presenter outlined the ‘controversy’, as he put it, then turned Bartlett who ably put the case, but could not resist adding that the whole thing showed that “lesbian predators were treated more lightly than their male equivalents.”

That brought an angry Judy in, who accused him of hypocrisy, quoting adverse comments he had made about gay men. He interrupted her, shouting loudly, and the interviewer switched to the Bishop who, with elegance, outlined the position of the Church, which was that while it recognised that according to the law of the land, gay marriages were legal, they were not acceptable to the Church, and priests and deacons could not be in same-sex relationships. That brought the angry Judy back in, accusing the Church of being “medieval”, which in turn allowed Bartlett back in to say that was where this sort of “crap” led – infidelity. What, I wondered, was the point?

“So, Miss Hoff, as one of the two women at the heart of this story, what’s your take?”

At that point Bartlett butted in, pointing out that the Bible forbade gay sex. I sighed.

“Mr Bartlett, if you want to turn this into a monologue, go ahead.”

He seemed to realise he had overstepped, and motioned to allow me back in.

“Thank you. The Bible does indeed, in places, condemn same sex relationships, just as it bans shell-fish and suggests eating pork is wrong.”

“But tradition…” Bartlett intervened.

There was a silence as I sighed.

The interviewer signalled for me to go on.

“Until recently, tradition said women could not be priests or bishops. It still does in some churches. The one you and I belong to allows it.”

He looked angry.

“Not all of us agree.”

“Indeed, but you are still in the Church. What the Bible condemns are certain types of same-sex acts in the context of temple prostitution….”

“Bullshit!”

Bartlett exploded.

The Bishop looked suitably shocked.

I pulled from my bag a list:

“Here are five eminent scholars who support what I have said. The fact,” I said to Bartlett’s face, “is that you cite texts out of context.”

“Bullshit! I quote Scripture!”

“You quote out of context. Tell me, how many times did Jesus condemn same-sex relationships?”

“That’s irrelevant!”

“How many?”

“The Bible condemns them!”

“Jesus says God is love. He does not say that God condemns those who love each other. You say that. The hate is with you, not God!”

I felt I had driven a point home.

“Well,” Bartlett shot back, “all I can say is that your actions have done nothing to help the woman you are sleeping with. You are having sex with her, aren’t you?”

One gölcük escort could have heard a pin drop.

“Pure homophobia!” Judy declared.

“Do you have to personalise everything, Mr Bartlett?” The Bishop asked.

“It’s okay, he has as much right to ask that as I do to ask whether he is sleeping with any of his students.”

“That’s outrageous, I am not answering that!”

It seemed that, accidentally, I had hit a nerve.

“Well, I commend to you, Mr Bartlett, St Luke 2, verses 2-8.”

“That,” the Bishop added helpfully, “is where Our Lord refused to answer a set of hypocrites in authority until they answered him.”

“I will just say this,” I added, “I have, as Jesus said we should, “prayed for you. Have you prayed for me?”

Bartlett was struck dumb.

“On that note,” the interviewer said, “we will end this discussion. No doubt it will run.”

Once the cameras were off us, Bartlett ripped his mic off and demanded his car back to Oxford. He left without saying a word.

The Bishop was nicer.

“He really is the ghastliest man. I hope you and Ms Don can work this through, Miss Hoff.”

“Thank you, your Grace, but I fear that after this, there is nothing left to work through. Be sure to tell the Bishop of Oxford.”

“I am sorry.”

He seemed genuine.

Judy was gracious.

“You did so well. Can I call you Pixie?”

“Yes, and thanks for being here.”

“Sorry I got angry. I don’t know how you put up with these shits!”

As I said to Footy on the way home, nor did I.

Footy said I had more than held my own, a view confirmed when we saw the morning papers. I particularly liked The Sun’s headline above a picture of me talking to Bartlett: “Baby Dyke fights back!” But to be frank, I was more worried about Emma, who was not at North Parade when I got back, and did not turn up for breakfast.

I phoned her, but she did not answer. I texted but got no reply. AK suggested I go to the College.

As I walked in, I was aware of fingers pointing at me. The Porters were, as ever, nice.

“Saw you on telly last night, Miss Hoff, you did well.”

“Thanks George, is Emma in?”

“I have not seen her this morning, but I’d assume so.”

I went to her staircase and walked up. I knocked. There was no reply.

George said he had not seen her but phoned the Dean for me.

“There is a note for you in the post, here, let me pull it out and give it to you now.”

Trembling, I took it and went to the nearest coffee shop.

Almost frightened to open it, I forced myself to:

“Dearest Pixie,

I am more grateful, and hurt more than I can say, for two things: your love; and your self-sacrifice. The Bishop has advised me to take time at a retreat and I am taking it. If I saw you, I could not go. I feel a coward writing and not saying to your face. But if I see you, my courage will fail me.

I love you, Pixie. I am sorry we can’t be together. I will miss you more than I can say. I love you – always will.

Love,

Emma xxx “

I broke down in tears.

I read it again and again as I walked back to North Parade.

AK could see at once that something was not right. I showed her the letter.

“Oh, Squirt!”

She hugged me to her capacious bosom. I just sobbed until, finally, she had to go to take care of Issy.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face. As I looked into the mirror, I hardly recognised myself.

But I had no time to feel sorry for myself.

One of the mid-market newspapers commissioned a piece from me on the controversy, which I managed in record time; to my delight they paid me £1000 for it. Other journalists wanted to talk to me, and by the time Footy arrived with some food, I was about talked out.

I showed her the letter too.

“Pixie, I am so, so sorry. But as your friend and tutor can I speak frankly?”

“Can you ever speak any other way, Footy?”

She gave one of her great bellowing laughs.

“Touché! But seriously Pixie, this needs thought. You have suddenly become notorious. I am sorry about the situation with Emma, but if you two want her to have a career in the Church, it is the only way. But it is you that worries me.”

“How so, Footy?”

“Look Pixie, until now everything was set. You will get your starred first, and your DPhil money, but like it or not you are a marked woman. The Evangelicals will be out to get you, and most of the Church people will do what the Bishop has done, so forget the Church; you are not going to have a career there!”

My face fell, and she lifted my chin.

“But on the other hand, Pixie, you are already making waves in the world you want to. I have had the editor of one of the leading journals in our field ask me to ask you if you could write an article on Junia. If you can get published there while you are an undergraduate, the sky’s the limit.”

And so it was that, from that July day, all rivers ran izmit sınırsız escort in a fresh direction.

Lady F and AK (with the invaluable help of Issy) kept me sane at home; but the aching void left by Emma was a torment to me. I would reach out in the night, and I would think she was there, only to wake up, alone. I wanted to write, but apart from thanking her for her letter, I wrote no more. The pain was too great.

Writing the article, which was accepted, took up much of August, and I was glad of it. It may have been in the night that I missed Emma most, but the days were pretty ghastly too.

Gradually the media fuss died down, and the circus moved on. But as we began to gear up for the new academic year, it was clear to me that Footy had been correct. I noticed in the Bodleian that some people would point me out to others. In the Theological Faculty Library, the same thing would happen. Occasionally someone, usually a woman, would come up to me and say thank you. There would be the odd man who would give me a dirty look, but no one said anything.

To say that the final year’s work was hard would be an understatement. I still had to produce an essay every other week for one of the modules, and Footy’s Special Subject took up every hour I could give it. My relaxation was Issy, and I loved it when Keith was home on leave and he and AK played with her; it felt like the home I had never had. It also reminded me, as my birthday approached, that I needed to contact my mother. But it was too much. Surely, I reasoned, she would get in touch with me? So, I left it.

My birthday came and went. Lady F and AK made a fuss, and Footy turned one of our regular Friday soirées into a party for me.

Unusually for me, I drank more than a glass. It was partly because my article had just been accepted, which was, indeed a cause for celebration. I think I had hoped fora card or something from Emma; but there was nothing.

As the evening came to an end, I could see AK was sad, so asked her why?

“It’s you, Squirt. You seem so alone sometimes. Footy tells me you are going great guns on the academic front, but I know you well enough to see below the surface. When was the last time you came?”

As we had both had a bit to drink, that was the sort of question that seemed quite normal at that time of the night, so I answered.

“About a week before the crap blew up!”

“Sod it Squirt, come here!”

AK pulled me to her. I not only put up zero resistance, I leapt on her.

Giggling, we went back to her room, with her whispering we should be careful not to wake Issy.

As she pulled my dress up and off, I felt myself flood. I wanted her so badly.

I opened her blouse and helped her off with it, unclasping her bra so I could feast greedily on her tits. They were bigger than they had been last time I sucked there. My hands massaged them, with of course, the inevitable result, as I got a mouthful of sweet breast milk.

“Oh Squirt, yes, that feels so fucking good!”

Encouraged, I went for it, suckling harder, loving the taste – and the effect on AK.

My hand pulled her knickers down, and as they fell to the floor, she stepped out of them. I cupped her pussy, pressing her lips into her clit.

“Fuck! Squirt!”

“Shush!” I giggled.

She turned down the volume, but not the gyrations, pressing herself onto my hand as I sucked hard. As I got into my stride, she pushed herself onto my hand in time with my sucking. The scent from her pussy was filling the air, and I was loving the taste of her milk, but even more, the effects it was having on her body. She moaned, low and long, falling back on the bed and letting me do as I wanted.

It was so long since I had been with her, and suddenly that, the heartache of missing Emma, and my neediness, came together as I devoured her. I wanted every last drop of her nectar and pushed my face into her almost without regard. My nose found her clit and pushed it, as my fingers parted her lips so I could lick her inner wetness; I pushed my tongue in. AK pushed herself on me, arching her back and wriggling as my tongue delved in and out. How she did not wake Issy, goodness knows, that baby slept soundly.

My hands on her arse, I pulled her to me, slowing down my eager licking and making her groan softly.

“Squirt, oh yes, yes, I missed that tongue!”

I gave her what she had missed. Sliding my tongue upwards, slowly, I stopped just short of her clit. At the same time, I slid a finger across her perineum, scooping some of her juices to tease her arsehole. She groaned and, unable to wait, pressed herself down onto my invading finger, so it pushed in deeper. I felt her clench there.

At that point, I moved my tongue up to push her clit, flicking it, before sucking on it, as I knew she loved. She was now beyond recall; I knew the signs of old. Sucking harder, I let my teeth scratch her.

“Bite me!”

So I did. Somehow her orgasm failed to wake Issy, but she coated my face with her cream. As I licked, she came a second time, a smaller, but intense orgasm which gave me more of her essence. I felt her hands in my hair. She pulled me up.

“Nice to have you back, Squirt. I love you!”

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1.

As I laid there staring at the ceiling I had time to think through just about my whole life up to that point. I thought about my first kiss — that had been a girl named Melissa, who was a grade ahead of me. I thought about my first taste of pussy (other than my own). That had belonged to Karen Shelton, who was a classic cheerleader type, blonde and blue-eyed.

She was also straight, but that didn’t stop her from letting me eat her out every day for a month. Then she got worried that someone would find out, and she dropped me and never spoke to me again.

I thought about Vanessa, my first real girlfriend, who had been sweet and pretty and really dug me, but was kind of boring. After a month I cheated on her and that was that.

It was getting dark outside and as the minutes dragged by I began to wonder if I’d made a horrible mistake by coming to this house tonight, if I was a fool who trusted people blindly and deserved to suffer for it.

I had lost all sense of time when my Mistress finally appeared in the doorway. Without a word she untied my wrists and ankles, rolled me over onto my front, and bound my hands behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. Then she pulled me up onto my knees so my ass was sticking up into the air. I gulped; I had an inkling of what was about to transpire.

This spanking was different from the first one in two ways. It was done with a leather paddle rather than a bare hand. And unlike the previous day’s punishment, which had been almost playful, this one had kocaeli escort some real force behind it. Obviously I had messed up by not waiting for her to summon me; even at the time I had known that, I just couldn’t help myself. So I accepted my fate without complaint, whimpering a few times but not trying to resist or get away.

It hurt. But it was almost like the pain was happening to someone else — what mattered was that it was my Mistress’s will and that I was strong enough to take it. I was also aware of a growing wetness between my legs and a deep, aching sense of need.

When it was over I sighed through the gag. I wish I could have seen what my ass looked like at that moment. I bet it was pretty red — it was quite sore the next day.

I looked over at my Mistress, whose expression had softened. I could tell that she was pleased with the way I’d conducted myself, and I felt a sense of pride that was worth ten spankings. She reached over to her bedside table and returned with a small bottle, from which she sprayed a cooling mist onto my poor burning rear end. I had been holding back tears but now I let them out; not a flood of tears, just a single small stream from each eye. My Mistress tenderly wiped them away.

She removed the ball gag and leaned down to kiss me. Oh, what a kiss that was — sweet but forceful, the kind of kiss that makes your head spin and takes your breath away. When she released me I rolled over onto my side and looked up at Her with submissive admiration.

“Would you kocaeli escort bayan like to lick my pussy now?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I panted.

“Yes, Mistress,” she corrected me.

2.

After that day I didn’t get to see Her again until the next weekend. At the time I thought she was teaching me another lesson about patience; later I found out that she had been out of town on business.

In any case, it was absolutely and without question the longest week of my life. I couldn’t think of anything but Her and I knew that I could not under any circumstances initiate contact; all I could do was wait around for Her to summon me.

I tried everything I could think of to pass the time: reading, watching movies, going for long walks. But the minutes crawled by with excruciating slowness. By Wednesday night I was half out of my mind. I stole a bottle of white wine from the fridge, went up to my room, and locked the door behind me.

I don’t usually drink much, and I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. After stripping naked I crawled into bed and drank myself into a stupor, occasionally touching myself and imagining that it was Her, then remembering that it wasn’t and sighing in frustration. After hours of this I finally managed to fall asleep.

In the morning something within me had shifted. Sunlight was streaming in through the window and I felt a warm sense of peace settle over me. Somehow I became certain that things would happen when they were supposed kocaeli escort to happen, and that all I had to do was surrender to the universe.

From that moment to this one, that sense has never left me.

3.

At precisely 8 P.M. the next night I found myself, as instructed, kneeling naked on my Mistress’s front porch with my hands locked behind me back. It had been another brutally hot day, but the evening was mercifully cool; the neighborhood was quiet and my whole body was buzzing with excitement.

I looked down at my chest — between the crispness of the air and the excitement of the situation, my nipples were painfully stiff, jutting out in front of me with bold insouciance. Although the porch was shielded from the street by fencing and vegetation, I felt very exposed there, aware of my vulnerability and lack of agency.

The the door opened and I held my breath as my Mistress stepped out onto the porch. She looked more beautiful than ever, and from my vantage point on my knees she seemed larger than life. She smiled down at me and my heart melted. I wanted to say something to Her, to declare my everlasting loyalty, but at that moment nothing needed to be said.

In Her hand she was holding a studded black leather collar, which she now slipped around my neck and fastened behind me. “This means that you belong to me,” she said matter-of-factly. “You will will wear it whenever you’re here. Is that clear?”

I nodded, and she prompted me, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I repeated.

“Good,” she said. In Her other hand was a leash, which she now clipped into the ring on the front of the collar. Turning on Her heel, she headed back inside, and I followed on hands and knees, feeling my heart pound and my pussy throb with anticipation.

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