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This is a non-consensual gay erotic story, all characters are 18 or over.

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Chase had never thought breaking into his own house would be so stupidly difficult— but apparently, ingesting copious amounts of stollen alcohol beforehand really didn’t make things very easy.

He had only just managed to crack open the side window and slide his torso through, before something large and unyielding suddenly grasped the collar of his shirt and yanked him through the windowsill.

He fell hard to the ground, hitting his chin on the corner of something sharp as he tried to roll away from what had grabbed him, only for a strong hand to wind into his hair and drag him back, pain instantly shooting through his scalp.

“Ow, ow, f-fuck! Please!”

He slurred, his panicked words somehow blending with the drunken haze he was trapped in, making the world around him spin on its axis, leaving him dizzy and nauseous.

“I hope for your sake that you aren’t fucking drunk right now, boy.”

Chase’s eyes widened, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he recognised the deep voice booming above him, the rough squeeze of the cruel hand still twisted in his hair.

Everything hurt, but in that moment, every inch of him went numb.

Hudson.

“What did I tell you, huh? I told you not to try that shit while you’re under my fucking roof, remember?”

Chase flinched at the tone in his voice, the bitter and unfamiliar coldness that underlined every word.

He had never seen Hudson this angry before, no matter how hard he had tried in the past to get on his nerves. The man was like a brick wall. Impenetrable.

“I didn’t do it under your roof.”

Chase muttered, only to cry out when Hudson tightened his grip in his hair.

“Don’t get smart with me, boy. I’m not in the mood.”

He finally, mercifully let Chase go, letting him drop to the floor in a heap, with Chase clutching at his burning scalp as he glared up at Hudso.

“What’s the big deal? I’m 18, it’s basically legal to drink in most places now and—”

“Does it look like I give a shit about any of that? I told you the rules and you broke them. Big time.”

Chase flinched at the look in Hudson’s eyes, only to finally rein himself in when he realised what he was doing. He wouldn’t let Hudson treat him this way. The bastard had no right.

“So, what are you going to do? Huh? Just kick me out then. I’m an adult now, I don’t need to listen to you, I don’t need to stay in this shithole anymore and you don’t get to—”

Pain shot through Chase’s cheek— the sudden and unexpected impact of Hudson’s hand across his face, snapping his head to the side, left him gasping. He pressed a shakey hand to his stinging cheek, the shock of it all leaving him wide-eyed and shivering. No one had ever slapped him before.

Hudson watched him from above, a strange shadow passing over his face before he finally leaned down, capturing Chase by the back of his neck when he went to move away from him. bursa anal yapan escort He was close to his ear, his hot breath ghosting over his flesh.

“I promised your mother that I would take care of you after she was gone, and that’s what I’ve done. I’ve put up with your shit these past few years, I’ve kept you housed, kept you fed, made sure you turned into a halfway decent human being— all for her. I’m done now.”

There was an eerie pause before he spoke again, and when he did, all the blood drained from Chase’s face.

“You’re right. You’re an adult now, so I’m going to treat you like one.”

He lunged for him then, and Chase choked on a sudden panicked scream that Hudson quickly muffled behind his large hand, silencing Chase’s terror and cutting off his air.

He picked him up as if he weighed nothing and he threw him belly first over the nearby dining table, exhibiting a strength Chase had never witnessed first-hand before.

He felt the wood underneath him, cold and disarming, felt the edge of it biting into his hips. It hurt. Everything hurt.

He could feel Hudson’s hard body behind him. Felt his heat invading his skin.

Chase hadn’t sat at this table in years, choosing instead to take his food into his room or eat on the couch in front of the TV. It had just felt… wrong, to do it without her. He couldn’t bare the thought of pulling up a chair and finding her’s empty in front of him.

He remembered vaguely what it felt like, to sit at the table with his mother on one side and Hudson on the other. They had been happy then, even if Chase hadn’t realised it at the time. He had never liked Hudson as his mother’s boyfriend, and liked him even less as her husband… but he hadn’t been so bad then, not really.

Hudson was different now.

Perhaps it was his mother’s death, that had changed his stepfather into the man he was today… or maybe… maybe it was Chase who was responsible for that.

He had given the man hell for years after she had passed, had tortured him in anyway he possibly could in his unwavering grief. It wasn’t Hudson’s fault, but he blamed him for her being gone. Blamed him for everything.

“You want to throw your life away? Wanna waste every opportunity to get the future she wanted for you— to what? Become some street brat hopped up on coke, selling your ass for the next high?”

Chase’s eyes widened when he felt his pants being roughly tugged down, his underwear coming next so that the calloused hand behind him was now pressed up against his bare skin.

“I can give you a nice taste of the life you want so badly.”

Chase screamed into the table when the first smack came, leaving him reeling into the cool wood pressed hard against his aching cheek.

He wished he had eaten at the table more. Maybe he could have felt closer to her, maybe he could have—

Another hard slap vibrated against his naked ass, sending a wave of heat over his burning flesh— then another, and another, until Chase lost count of each painful bursa eskort blow.

Hudson was showing him no mercy, no care for his messy sobs echoing off the table as he whimpered at every hit. He had never been spanked in his life, not even as a child. His mother wouldn’t do that to him.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

There seemed to be no end in sight, and each heavy blow had him rocking back and forth with the strength of it. The hits melded together— to such a point where each one echoed the last, so that Chase didn’t even realise Hudson had finally stopped, still feeling the last hit like a lingering shadow.

The first rough finger that breached him had him howling, renewed fight flowing through his limbs when his sheltered mind finally realised what was happening. That something was inside of him.

It didn’t matter though, no amount of frantic flailing could stop his stepfather, nothing could halt the thrusting intrusion from splitting him open.

“…no, no, n-no, god, please, no…”

Chase chanted, his words just a mesh of tears and whimpers. He didn’t even think they resembled words at that point, they were just sounds. Pathetic, whimpering sounds.

Chase remembered how he had touched himself down there once, a long time ago, falling to the urge to explore himself further. He hadn’t hated it, but it felt… strange. He had even wondered what it would feel like to have someone else touch him there, to feel gentle, reassuring hands glide over his skin and press into him slowly.

This was not like that at all. This felt like an invasion into his very soul.

He felt something blunt press against his hole then, something big— and that was all the warning he got before he was screaming into his fists, body convulsing as Hudson’s cock shoved into him in one brutal thrust.

He was impaled, split open, ruined. He felt raw, as if with that one cruel movement Hudson had torn him open and turned him inside out. Body and soul.

Hudson grunted and paused, as if he too was in pain, arms wrapping around Chase’s shoulders and just holding him there. It could almost be mistaken as an embrace, if it wasn’t for his huge cock shoved deep inside of Chase, stretching his virgin hole impossibly, hideously wide.

When Hudson began to move, Chase let out a broken sob, his body rocking with every thrust, feeling the thing inside of him press deeper and deeper into his core with every move, as if each thrust opened him just a little more each time.

He just felt… raw.

Hudson took him fast and rough, panting in his ear and grinding into him at a pace that made it impossible for Chase to just float away. He felt every second, every inch that pushed inside of him. He was undeniably present.

He felt Hudson speed up, his breath coming fast as he pulled Chase in closer, almost strangling him in the tight hold, slamming into him over and over again until finally, finally, Chase felt a sudden warmth in his belly— felt Hudson’s hips stutter out of rhythm before he released a low groan.

It bursa escort kızlar was over.

Hudson slumped over him, his heavy weight suffocating and hot. There was only a moment of silence between them before Hudson moved off of him, his thick cock sliding out of his wrecked hole and leaving him feeling strangely… empty.

Chase winced when he felt the cold air on his backside, felt something wet and hot trickle down his trembling thighs.

“I’m… cold.”

Chase whispered, and even as he said it, he didn’t know where the words had come from. He didn’t mean to speak, didn’t even realise his lips were moving until he heard himself— his own voice somehow unfamiliar to his own ears.

Chase sounded just as he felt.

Broken.

Hudson stood still behind him, just the mere presence of him too heavy and stifling to be ignored.

His stepfather didn’t speak, he just wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into his chest. Chase wanted to fight it, wanted to scream at him and cry and ask him why he did this to him, why he… why? But he didn’t. He just sunk into the hold, resting his cheek against Hudson’s chest, feeling the steady thump of a heart just beneath his ear.

Hudson took him to the bathroom, stripped him and pushed him into the shower. The water was warm, running down his skin and soothing each and every ache. He stood there as Hudson washed him, blinking slowly under the stream of water, feeling firm fingers graze over his body and wash him clean again. If he ever even was to begin with.

Chase whimpered when he felt Hudson wash between his legs, sucking in a slow breath at the accompanying burn. It was quick, but it was enough to penetrate the strange numb that had slowly settled over him.

“I hate you.”

He whispered, tears easily shielded by the running shower. Hudson didn’t stop his task, his shirt now soaked and hair wet and limp over his eyes. He looked at Chase, really looked at him, hard eyes holding his gaze. He just nodded, finally reaching over to the taps and turning off the water.

Chase shivered.

“I know.”

They didn’t speak anymore after that, and Hudson wrapped him in a towel and carried Chase to his bed.

His skin was still damp, so when Hudson pulled the blankets back and tucked him in, he felt the sheets stick to him. He grimaced, curling into himself and tucking his knees into his chest.

He used to do that a lot as a child, after his mother had put him to bed. She would lay down beside him most nights, stroking his hair and whispering tales of daring princes and fierce dragons.

He had wondered if he could ever be that brave.

“I miss her.”

He found himself saying, watching Hudson pause on his way out the door, his stepfather’s eyes drifting to the ceiling for just a moment before he gave a short nod.

“I know.”

He left after that, leaving the door slightly ajar, just as his mother had done when she had left him, incase he ever woke up from a nightmare and needed to crawl into her bed.

He closed his eyes. And slept.

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Author Note: Thank you to Vinner0071 for his counsel and advice regarding this story.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 21 years or older. Trigger warning–this story contains homophobic slurs.

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Dr. Jake worried as Sheikh Hassan confronted him with the knowledge, the knowledge that his Master knew Jake had fucked Chase. As a harem boy, Jake might have guessed this was against the rules, but he didn’t know it with certainty.

“Your facial expression gives you away, bitch!” the Sheikh proclaimed. “Did I not express that your pussy was mine and mine alone!”

Jake answered him, “Yes, Sir. But…” The Master slapped Jake to silence the slave’s rebuttal.

“Then why did you disobey me, you insolent American bitch!” he smacked Jake across his face again.

“Sir, may I speak, please?” Jake begged. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked at his Master.

The Sheikh was visibly angry, standing naked and pacing as Jake lay on the bed. “You may speak, bitch!”

“Sir,” Jake spoke, choosing his words carefully, “I learned your faithful trainers were having limited progress with your American harem boy. I understood this was trying your patience, Sir. Having previous knowledge of the slave, I thought I might be able to convince this American faggot to submit to you.” Jake was treading cautiously, “I did this all for you, Master. It was for you and you alone! It was to bring him into line. You have to remember how much I hate him for his betrayal of me, Sir! He means nothing to me now!”

The Master was still volatile, shouting at Jake, “Your purpose here is not to think and plan! You are here to serve and follow orders!” He slapped Jake’s ass cheeks in succession several times. “You are here so I can fuck your ass! Do you think you are some fucking neurosurgeon still?! Well, you are certainly not, harem boy! That life no longer exists! Do you understand me?!”

The words hurt Jake deeply. He was reminded once more that his professional identity was no more. He was beginning to hate this man, his Master. Still, Jake replied to him, “Yes, Sir. I am strictly your faithful harem boy, a faggot bitch, and nothing more.”

The Master calmed down a little bit. “The only good thing to come from your misbehavior is that your bitch friend had his best session with my trainers today!” he spat at Jake.

Jake was relieved to hear it. His plan had worked. Jake could hardly contain an expression of joy which the Sheikh noticed. “Don’t get too excited, bitch,” the Master chided him. “You stupid boy! At the very least, you should have sought my approval first. I would have denied you, of course. But I wouldn’t be dealing with your idiocy right now. You were destined to be my favorite of the harem!” the Master almost whined to Jake. “I guess Kamran will remain my pet.”

Jake was floored that Kamran was seemingly the one to betray his confidence. It was a lesson to Jake that no one could be trusted moving forward.

The Master continued, “Back to your punishment. Let’s see. Perhaps your faggot friend should join us for this.” Without any notification, Naeem and Tarek hustled in with Chase in tow.

Jake smiled covertly at Chase and winked, hoping that Chase would understand. It was his way of communicating to him, ‘We’ve got this. Remember our plan.’ Jake had drilled into Chase the goal of internalizing and fantasizing that Jake was his sex partner at all times. Apparently, it had worked since Sheikh Hassan reported Chase’s earlier training session was the slave’s most successful.

“Hello, faggot bitch!” Sheikh Hassan greeted Chase. “I can’t wait to fuck you again. This time I expect you to willingly submit to me, just as you did to your faggot friend this morning!” bursa escort Chase was startled by the Master’s knowledge of his liaison with Jake. Chase kept his composure and was quiet. “No more need for Naeem and Tarek to hold and tie you down! You will be a good harem boy to your Master!”

The guards brought Chase before Sheikh Hassan and pushed the slave to his knees. The Master commanded, “Suck my superior cock, you dirty American faggot!”

Without any words, Chase took the large 8-inch cock and began to kiss and lick it. It was hard to conceptualize that it was Jake’s because of obvious discrepancies. It was easily 2 inches longer, much girthier, and uncircumcised. Nonetheless, Chase closed his eyes and went to work. He fixated his energy on that man’s cock, giving it the attention he had never given another man. The room of men was impressed by Chase’s performance, even Jake. “Fuck!” the Master bellowed. “You have become an excellent cock sucker! I have a good little bitch on his knees, where he belongs!”

Sheikh Hassan was so overcome having this massive 6 foot 2 inch American brute sucking him off lasciviously that he reached his orgasm in minutes, shooting his potent seed deep into Chase’s gullet. The Master held tightly to Chase’s head but had no cause to worry. Chase wasn’t going to pull away. He imagined sucking all of Jake’s cum deep into his belly, humming, “Mmmmm, so yummy, Sir!”

“I am deeply impressed, faggot. You have come a long way,” the Sheikh admired, rubbing Chase’s lips and cheeks. The Master pulled his faggot up by the collar and grabbed his buttocks. “Now it’s time to reclaim your ass,” he said. He shoved Chase onto the bed. There was plenty of room for both of his American harem boys. Sheikh Hassan taunted Jake, “Now you will see how a real man fucks American pussy!”

The Master had Chase lay on his back so he could fuck the slave missionary style. Chase remained docile, complying with his Master’s orders. “Pull your thighs back, slave,” he ordered. “Show me that pussy!” Chase displayed his pussy for his Master. Just as with Jake, the Sheikh wasted no time in anal foreplay. He spat on Chase’s beautiful hole, wetting the glans of his mushroom head as it probed the resistant orifice. Then in a massive thrust, he drove deep inside Chase, screaming, “Oh fuck yes, you are a tight American faggot bitch!” Sheikh Hassan fucked his muscular American prize. “I want to hear you scream!” he wailed at Chase.

Chase was taking the cock like a champ. “Oh fuck! Yes!” he cried. The cock was hitting his g-spot, giving him ecstasy. Chase remembered his lesson with Jake. “Oh, yes! I’m going to cum. Fuck yes, Jacobbbb!!” he cried and spewed his load despite his chastity cage.

Sheikh Hassan was astonished that the slave had cum while in chastity and that he shouted another man’s name. The Master was enraged, frustrated, but overcome with his own desire as he released his load deep inside Chase, “Oh fuck!” He cried out while bitch slapping Chase in anger and lust.

The Master immediately pulled out of Chase’s ravaged hole and said, “Who do you think you are? You little bitch! You cum in chastity! You yell out another bitch’s name while I fuck you!” He smacked Chase again and again while Chase lay there, closing his eyes thinking only of Jake.

Jake observed the scene, and anger swelled within him. He hated to see Chase abused by the Master. Sheikh Hassan was becoming a monster in his eyes.

Sheikh Hassan got up from the bed. He was seething and formulating another plan. He screamed at Chase, “You dare to call out that faggot’s name! You want that bitch to fuck you?! Well, alright then, he will!”

Chase was confused by this statement, and so was Jake. “My faggot bitch and I will fuck you simultaneously,” altıparmak escort Sheikh Hassan smiled maliciously.

Chase was panicked. The Sheikh clearly meant that he was going to get double penetrated. This scared him immensely. Chase didn’t particularly enjoy bottoming, and the idea of taking two dicks up his chute was too much to bear. It was challenging enough to take one cock.

“No, please, Sir!” Chase begged him. “I can’t do that. You’ll kill me! Please, I beg you! Have mercy on me!”

Sheikh Hassan was pleased to finally get a reaction from one of the Americans. “You are a natural cock whore!” he boasted. “And this faggot friend of yours seems to love fucking you. How can I deny him?”

Jake was horrified as well. He feared that Chase would crumble from a DP. Jake didn’t want to do this to Chase and hurt him in this manner. Jake couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be DP’d. Sure he had watched gay porn videos and wondered about the experience. Only this morning, he was coaxing Chase through taking one dick, and now their Master wanted the reluctant slave to take two!

Jake spoke up, “Please, Master. Let me be the harem boy to take two cocks. I beg you, Sir. This was all my fault, not his!” Jake tried his best to dissuade the Sheikh. Jake thought he could handle two dicks, but not Chase. Surely this would break Chase.

“That would be a reward, not a punishment!” the Sheikh raged at Jake. “You would love to have more than one cock, you hungry faggot. There’s no fucking way that’s going to happen!”

Sheikh Hassan grabbed Jake by his legs and pulled him so he was lying on his back, his knees flexed and hanging off the edge of the bed. The Master began stroking Jake’s cock to erection. “Think about fucking your faggot friend again, how tight his pussy is wrapped around your prick!” the man teased Jake. Jake’s cock sprang to life quickly at the delicious thought of Chase’s cunt enveloping his cock. “You’re such a whore!” Sheikh Hassan said. “Your clit is eager to fuck his faggot cunt again!”

“No, Sir!” Jake protested. “Please don’t make me do this! I don’t want to fuck anyone! I only want to get fucked by you, Sir!”

Sheikh Hassan pulled Chase by his collar. “Come and let your faggot lover breed your cunt!” He positioned Chase in the reverse cowboy position with Jake. “Now, ease your cunt down on his clit. You know you want to.” The Master grasped Jake’s cock and held it steady, positioning it at Chase’s hole. Jake’s glans probed Chase’s anal orifice while Chase impaled himself with his lover, just as the Master commanded.

Chase tried one last time. “Master, I beg you, please! I only want to be fucked by you, Sir! Stop this madness!” But it was too late. Jake was deep inside Chase.

The Sheikh looked at the Americans in disgust. “You two bitches are in heat! You can’t get enough cock. At least one of you will get more, though!”

“Oh fuck!” Chase moaned. He loved the feel of Jake inside of him and couldn’t conceal it. Chase was sitting on his buddy’s cock, savoring the moment. Jake reached up and rubbed Chase’s muscular back and shoulders.

“Now lean back against your lover,” Sheikh Hassan instructed Chase. He pushed Chase’s muscular pecs down and looped the slave’s legs over his shoulders. The Master was standing at the foot of the bed positioned between Jake’s legs, getting a bird’s eye view of Jake fucking Chase. “Ready to get fucked by two cocks, you filthy American?” He took Chase’s pre-cum and commented, “You will need some lubricant to accommodate two, and I’m feeling generous.” The Master greased his 8-inch cock with Chase’s seminal fluid.

Chase thought momentarily about fighting the man but knew it would be a losing battle, with Naeem and Tarek looking on a few feet görükle escort away. The guards or the Master could shock him at a moment’s notice with the slave collar. More importantly, Chase didn’t want to disappoint Jake. Chase owed him this and more for what he had done to Jake. Chase promised Jake he would serve as a faithful harem boy, so he allowed his Master to proceed with the ‘punishment.’

Sheikh Hassan slid his cock alongside Jake’s, inside the anal passageway of Chase Williams. The former straight stud Chase, who could have any woman he wanted, was now being fucked by two men. “Your pussy will never be the same, bitch!” the Master declared. He fucked the cunt with wild abandon. “You are transformed now, American faggot! Your hole will be gaping after this!”

Chase howled in pain and lust, “Oh, please! This is too much, Sir. The pain is unbearable! Don’t fuck me with two cocks, Sir! Ohhhhhh!!!! Myyy Goddd!!!”

“You love this, slave!” Sheikh Hassan yelled. “And so does your lover!”

Jake was moaning and groaning in lust, uncontrollably. He was conflicted by his concern for Chase but his desire to fuck the boy’s cunt. He grabbed tightly to Chase’s chest, reassuring him. “I’m here, Chase. You will be okay!”

“Oh my God! Oh, Jacobbb!!” He felt Jake’s arms around him. Chase clasped Jake’s hands in solidarity.

The Sheikh was enraged that Chase again called out Jake’s name. “Shut your mouth, you whore!” He reached his orgasm, shooting his semen inside Chase’s stretched-out hole. “You don’t deserve my superior seed, you dirty cunt!” the Master spat at the fucked up slave. He withdrew his cock while Jake remained embedded inside Chase’s stretched-out cunt.

Jake couldn’t stop himself. It was animal instinct, and he thrust, shooting his load inside Chase, thinking to himself, ‘You will always deserve my load, buddy.’

Sheikh Hassan was enraged. His punishment was less successful than he desired. “Naeem, bring me the device.”

Naeem handed Sheikh Hassan a metal cock cage. “It appears you both need these,” he declared. Jake’s cock lingered inside Chase’s pussy as the two boys were spent. The Master pushed Chase off Jake, “Move aside, bitch.” Chase lay there with his anus exposed, wide open, leaking copious cum from both his Master and his lover. “Your cunt is quite the spectacle, bitch!” Sheikh Hassan tormented Chase.

The Sheikh was adept at caging his harem boys, a task he relished. As Jake’s postcoital cock was softening, it was an opportune time to confine it. The Master wedged the slave’s clit quickly within the cage and padlocked it securely.

Jake had never experienced chastity. It felt uncomfortable and weighty. He suddenly felt guilty for his initial reaction to seeing Chase caged and how he had relished Chase’s impotence.

“Now, the two of you will never fuck again. And most importantly, you will never fuck one another!” the Master asserted. “Let it be a lesson to you both. Your mouth and ass pussies are all you need in my palace. Those clits of yours are just distractions.”

Jake was incensed by the Sheikh. He hadn’t really done anything so egregious. Jake was trying to help all parties: Chase, their Master. Yet, the punishment came even though Jake was well-intentioned.

The Sheikh continued to spy Chase’s gaping hole. “American faggots are adept at taking two cocks!” he laughed. “Perhaps that should be the new specialty for my American harem boys!”

Sheikh Hassan dressed and exited promptly, leaving Jake and Chase in shambles. Jake was overwhelmed with guilt for what happened to Chase. He held Chase tightly until Naeem instructed them it was time to return to the harem quarters.

Jake misjudged everything in his new life. He thought being a dutiful harem boy could be a reasonable path for him and Chase. Now, Jake realized his Master did not deserve any loyalty. Jake vowed to himself that he would find a way to escape Sheikh Hassan.

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Sean

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This is another tie in chapter. Though there is no sex, there are things mentioned that will be brought up again later. So you can read this, skim it, or even pass it over and go to part 8 if you like.

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When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t know where I was. I was in a strange bed in a strange house and my ass hurt.

Oh yeah….

I tossed the covers off of me. I’m not sure how or when I got under the covers but there I was, and still naked. I could hear someone in the other part of the house and it smelled like breakfast….mmmnnnn….

I wandered out and found Jack in the kitchen, cooking, wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, which made me even more aware of my nudity. And I had no idea where my clothes were.

“Hey baby! Why not go take a shower and get cleaned up while I make you something to eat.”

“Um. Yeah. Ok.” I turned around and headed back to the bedroom.

Did he just call me “baby”?

I don’t know about anyone else but after I smoke it takes me a day or so for my brain to realign. And I’m in a bit of a fog until it does. I was definitely in a fog.

But I took my shower, dried off, and sat down for breakfast, still acutely aware of my nudity. I liked how it felt being naked around Jack, especially since he had some clothes on.

Breakfast was fantastic and I enjoyed it and our conversation. I was totally at ease, until I realized it was nearly 10:30 in the morning and I had school work due the next day.

“Fuck. I gotta go.”

I could see Jack was reluctant bursa sınırsız escort but he was understanding. I found my clothes in the living room by the TV. I was in the car a few minutes later.

“Call me”, Jack told me as I headed out the door.

My apartment was still a mess. Clothes on the floor, beer bottles all over, rubber dick on the coffee table. I picked up the dildo, tossed it in my dresser drawer, and got into my school work.

I was still in a fog and had trouble focusing. Plus, I kept thinking about the night before. I loved how he fucked my throat, how he choked me and called me names, how helpless I felt beneath him.

But I also realized that I was behind. I had papers due and a group project to work on, and everything was due in a week and a half, just before spring break. Plus, my roommate would be returning from studying abroad so on top of everything else, I had to get the apartment straightened out too.

But I got everything done. The papers got written and I presented the group project to the class, along with my group, of course. Jerking off and sucking the dildo helped me get through the times I craved cock.

That final week was a busy one. I picked my roommate up at the airport on Wednesday and we spend a few hours catching up. Thursday night was party night at one of the frat houses. Then Friday people would be heading out to wherever for their spring break. Some people went to resort towns, some went home to see family, and others, bursa escort bayan like me, just hung around.

I wasn’t really surprised that my roommate was heading home for 3 weeks. All he has to do to finish his class was write a paper on his experience. Everything else had been finished abroad. Spring break was 2 weeks but he got an extra week to spend it with his family.

I also got some upsetting news. My advisor had gone out on maternity leave and my new advisor was Professor Thompson. I wasn’t thrilled to hear this but I was graduating in two months and didn’t think there would be any reason to see him.

Friday morning came and I dropped my roommate off at the airport, both of us fairly hungover from the frat party the night before.

It was some party too. I limited my drinking knowing I was going to be driving to the airport in the morning but drank enough to let my mind….and hands wander. There were tons of guys there. Hot, young, drunk guys wearing shorts and t-shirts. Did I “accidentally” grope a few of them on the dance floor? You’re damn right I did!! They were soft cocks and covered with clothes but I found it exciting anyway.

It had been a couple weeks since I had sucked a cock and the urge was strong. But I managed to get through this party without blowing anyone. I’m sure I could have if I wanted to but the risk was too great. Plus I knew most of these guys, so it would have been weird.

In any case, I left the airport and went back to my nilüfer escort apartment. I called my folks to chat and let them know it was spring break, everything was good, and I’d be blowing off ‘steam’ for the next two weeks. I didn’t want them worrying that I had disappeared.

I spent some time cleaning up and burning off my hangover. Ugh, hangovers always help me remember why I don’t drink a lot. I also spent a little time doing some personal grooming. I hadn’t shaved in a bit and my baby-face was covered in stubble aside from the fact that my usually smooth cock and balls were also in need of attention. My hair was also getting long. I hadn’t had a haircut in quite some time and it was nearly touching my shoulders. I figured I’d wait on the haircut until right before graduation.

It felt good to be cleaned up and no school work looming over me. I was naked, shaved, and feeling like my old self again. I decided to stay naked anytime I was in my apartment alone.

Of course, it was only around noonish at this point. Jack wanted me at his place at 6 pm sharp. That gave him time to get home from work and get cleaned up. He had gotten a promotion and was looking to celebrate it. He had also taken two weeks off and we planned to spend much of it together.

He had given me a list of things to bring. Nothing special, burgers, buns, things along those lines. I was fine with that. I appreciated that I wasn’t going empty handed.

I spent the next few hours cleaning up my apartment, packing a bag for Jack’s, and even got a little nap in. All while nude.

It was 5:52 when I pulled up in front of Jack’s house. His car was in the driveway. I took a deep breath in anticipation of the days ahead.

I grabbed my bag and the groceries I had picked up and headed inside. I was anxious, excited, and smiling on the inside. I was probably grinning ear to ear too.

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DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that’s about it. I’m not big on build-up or character development, so if that’s what you’re looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t I probably won’t lose any sleep over it…

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Shannon was a gorgeous, twenty-five-year-old redhead with a very sexy body. She worked out six days a week and was a very well-disciplined eater. As a result she had a great pair of toned legs, a sexy bubble-butt and a tight, trim waist. Her C-cup breasts were nice and firm and she kept her pussy completely waxed, something that her boyfriend quickly learned to appreciate. She was very much in love with her boyfriend and they talked regularly about moving in together and getting married, even though they had only been seeing each other for a few months.

Shannon was relatively new in town, so she didn’t have too many friends. Over the past couple of months she had been getting closer to one of her coworkers, Linda. Linda was a couple of years younger than Shannon and lived at home with her parents, just like Shannon. She was a beautiful blonde with healthy curves, her body certainly not as tight and toned as Shannon’s, but in no way was it less sexy. She had fairly large D-cup breasts and wide, womanly hips. She, too, had a boyfriend, although she wasn’t nearly as serious about him as Shannon was about her man.

Linda’s parents were going to be out of town for several days. While she would normally invite her boyfriend over so they could take advantage of having the house to themselves, he was out of town as well at a cousin’s wedding. After talking to Shannon, they decided to get together on the Friday night for a girls’ night. The plan was to stay up late watching movies and gossiping, with Shannon spending the night.

After watching the first movie they had rented, they started talking about their boyfriends, and also about their sex lives.

“Chris is actually really good in bed,” Shannon said. “I have an orgasm almost every time.”

“Really?” Linda said. “I’m lucky if Ian can make me cum half the time. What does Chris do that works so well?”

“For starters, he’s well hung,” Shannon explained. “I always used to believe that size didn’t matter, but when we made aksaray escort love the first time I found out how wrong I was.”

“I know what you mean,” Linda said. “My last boyfriend had a really big dick and it was amazing.”

“It’s not just the size, though,” Shannon replied. “He knows how to use it too. You know how most girls say that missionary doesn’t give them enough clitoral stimulation? I don’t know if it’s the angle or what, but he always manages to rub my clit just right.”

“You lucky bitch,” Linda said with a smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s not perfect.”

“Oh really? How so?”

“I wish he would go down on me more often,” Shannon admitted. “I love oral sex so much. I love giving it to him, and I do that at least three or four times a week, but he hardly ever returns the favour.”

“Really? I don’t enjoy it when Ian goes down on me.”

“Maybe he’s just not that good at it,” Shannon said.

“Maybe,” Linda replied. “I guess you can’t expect a guy to know exactly how to go down on a woman.”

“Yeah, I always wondered what it would be like to have a woman go down on me.”

“Hasn’t every woman?” Linda said with a light chuckle. “I’m sure a woman would be much better at it.”

“Nothing beats a hard cock, though,” Shannon added.

“I don’t know, I’d seriously think about giving up guys if I found a woman that was good at eating pussy. Besides, there’s always strap-ons!” Both girls laughed at Linda’s comment.

“Have you ever fooled around with a girl?” Shannon asked.

“No,” Linda replied. “Have you?”

“Once,” Shannon said.

“Really? What did you do?”

“We just kissed a little bit and touched each other.”

“What was it like?” Linda asked.

“It was actually really sexy,” Shannon replied. “It just felt so erotic and taboo.” The room fell silent for a moment, then Linda leaned in and kissed Shannon. Shannon said nothing, choosing instead to return the kiss. Linda stopped for a moment, pulled back, and quickly peeled her shirt off. Her breasts were encased in a simple white bra, and Shannon watched as she now pulled off her pants as well, revealing the matching thong. Shannon reached out and started to gently caress Linda’s breasts.

“You’re right,” Linda said. “This does feel taboo.” With that comment she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, revealing her large breasts. escort bayan istanbul Shannon leaned down to start kissing and sucking them as Linda started to run her hands over Shannon’s chest as well. “I wonder what Chris and Ian would think,” Linda said. She did her best to grope Shannon as she felt her lips on her breasts. Shannon then began to rub Linda’s pussy through her thong, making her moan. “See, who needs a cock?” Linda said with a smile. Shannon pulled Linda’s thong aside and started to lightly finger her pussy. She stopped to pull Linda’s thong off completely, leaving Linda completely naked while she was still fully clothed. “That feels so good,” Linda gasped as Shannon continued to finger her pussy. Shannon stopped to take off her shirt, exposing her perky tits, unencumbered by a bra, then she went back to fingering Linda’s pussy. She stopped again a minute later to pull of her pants, revealing the fact that she hadn’t worn panties either. Linda pushed her back on the couch, then bent down and began kissing all around her inner thighs and stomach. Over the course of the next few minutes she grew bolder until she finally started to lick gently at Shannon’s pussy.

The house was dead silent for the next several minutes with the exception, of course, of the moans coming from both women. Shannon was moaning the most, but Linda was clearly enjoying herself as well. She started to use her fingers as well, doing the same things to Shannon that she knew she would like to have done to her.

“Damn girl!” Shannon said. “You’re fucking good with your tongue!”

“Better than Chris’s big dick?” Linda asked.

“No comment,” Shannon said, laughing. A couple of minutes later she was holding onto Linda’s head and pulling her in, grinding her pussy against her face. “I’m so fucking wet for you!” she said. “That feels incredible!” Her orgasm was fast approaching as Linda showed off her newly-discovered skill. “Fuck!” Shannon screamed. “Oh shit yes! I’m fucking cumming! I’m cumming all over your face!” She finished cumming, then Linda sat back and spread her legs.

“I ate your pussy,” she said. “Now it’s your turn to eat mine.” Shannon got into it quite quickly, eagerly lapping at Linda’s soaking wet pussy.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Shannon said. “It feels so right!” For nearly twenty minutes the house echoed with Linda’s cries escort as her pussy got fingered and eaten. Eventually she came as well, shouting loudly.

“Let’s go up to my room,” Linda said after her orgasm had subsided. Both girls got up and walked up the stairs and into Linda’s room. Linda led Shannon onto the bed that she had lost her virginity on at age eighteen, and had been fucked on by at least ten other guys since, including her current boyfriend. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, each of them tasting their own juices off the other’s face. They pressed their bodies against each other, almost as though they were both trying to merge with the other.

“This feels so amazing!” Linda said. “You’re so fucking gorgeous!”

“I love every inch of your sexy body,” Shannon said.

“I can’t believe how wet I am! This feels so dirty!”

“Let me see how wet you are. I want to taste that pussy again.”

Linda pushed Shannon onto her back and then turned to straddle her face. She leaned forward and buried her head between Shannon’s legs as both girls started to eat each other out in a sixty-nine position. They both moaned in ecstasy as they ate each other to another orgasm, pussy juices coating each other’s face.

“I want to feel this hot little pussy against mine,” Shannon said. They positioned themselves so their legs were intertwined and moved close to each other, then they began to slowly grind their pussies into each other.

“We’re both so wet!” Linda said, noting the sloppy sound of their soaking pussies rubbing together. The got more and more turned on, grinding their pussies together harder with each passing minute. They each came quite quickly, less than a minute apart, but they continued to grind into each other. “That feels fucking amazing!” Linda moaned. “My pussy is tingling so much!” A couple of minutes later they both came again, this time only twenty or thirty seconds apart.

“I’ve never cum this hard before in my life!” Shannon said. It was only a matter of minutes before they each had a massive orgasm, topping all of the previous ones and cumming at exactly the same time. They both collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, gasping for air for a solid couple of minutes before finally snuggling up face-to-face.

“I think,” Shannon said, brushing her fingers through Linda’s hair, “that we should make a trip to the store. A strap-on would definitely be a lot of fun to experiment with.”

“Maybe the boys would like to join us,” Linda said.

“I’m sure they would,” Shannon replied, “but I’d rather keep you all to myself.” They smiled briefly before kissing passionately once again…

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I got to work that afternoon just like any other afternoon. Actually, scratch that. I got to work that afternoon just like I always did when she was working with me. I made the left in the lot with my music playing loudly to drown out the thud of my heart as I drove up the aisle we always park in. I found her car and looked for the closest possible space to it just in case I didn’t chicken out with her that day like I had everyday for the year that I had known her.

I settled on a space two spots away from her and turned off the CD player. I took one last drag of my cigarette and regretted smoking it at all since I knew she wasn’t fond of it and again if I didn’t chicken out, I wouldn’t want the taste of cigarettes on me. So I dug in my purse till I found a breath mint. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The walk in was always the same. I had mild panic to joy all the way up to the studio with my heart thudding in my ears. I was too old to act and feel this way but I loved every minute of it. I loved feeling alive and that was exactly how she made me feel . I walked through the store up through the men’s dept up to the elevator. The elevator ride up was always torture. The doors didn’t close fast enough and the elevator car didn’t go up fast enough and the doors then didn’t open fast enough. I impatiently stood there staring at the buttons waiting for the number two to lose it’s glow saying that I had arrived and she was just on the other side of those doors.

I made the left as I left the elevator and there she was. Oh how she took my breath away. She stood at the counter with a big smile on her face that went into her eyes with the brightest sparkle I had ever seen. She was on the phone with a customer and I had to wait to say hello but I went behind her to drop my purse into an empty drawer. I turned and stood facing her back as she talked. The instinct is to grab and hold her close to me but the safe thing is to play with her hair and rub her back a bit. Her hair was shorter than she liked and was growing in but to me she looked beautiful and her hair was smooth and thick between my fingers. I caught the faint smell of her hair and it intoxicated me. She knows that I like her but I don’t think she knows just how much.

I know she’s married and I really shouldn’t put myself through this for a married woman who actually is happy as opposed to me who has been with a man that hasn’t loved her in years but it didn’t matter anyway because over the years I had come to realize that my interest in girls was not a phase and it would not go away and soon enough I would have to really get over my own fear and just come out already. She hung up with the customer and turned and started talking about the day and our boss and all the other stuff that was normal for anyone to go over with someone that was just starting their shift.

It was just the two of us tonight. The room to the right called me as she talked. It was set back just far enough and it was private enough. I had so many fantasies of taking her in there and pushing her up against the wall and kissing her. I wanted to feel her pressed against the wall with my hands cupping her face. I wanted to feel our tongues dancing together. I wanted to feel the rise and fall of her breasts against mine as we tried to catch our breath.

We did our normal small talk and worked through our day. I would watch her in the camera room when I wasn’t busy. We spent most of our time on the floor taking pictures and that meant that I got to stare at her ass most of the time which had become one of my favorite things to do. I watched her lay on the floor to get a shot and I admired the curves of her legs as they bent up behind her. She always complained about her body but I saw nothing wrong with her at all. She was beautiful.

The night wore on with the normal activities. It was time to close before I knew it. Of course the thoughts started going through my mind. Tonight I would not chicken out. Tonight I would not get in my car after saying goodbye to her yelling at myself and calling myself a coward. We started the walk down to the cars and we talked and laughed and all the while I was mentally preparing myself. If I chicken out tonight, I will never forgive myself. It’s been too long since I had had any woman in my arms and the months of being so close to her had gotten to me. I was ready.

We got to the cars and we talked more behind her car. It was time. She looked so pretty by the glow taksim escort of the moon or maybe it was the parking lot lights but either way, her hair shone and her smile sparkled up through her face. It was time. It was time. I took a step closer as she talked and I congratulated myself for moving forward. Another step. I reached for her hand and she stopped talking. Here we go. I pulled her against me and put my hand on her cheek. I looked into those beautiful brown eyes and that was it. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her softly. She settled in against me and kissed back. Oh god did it feel good to have her like this. Her lips were soft and I sucked her lower lip into my mouth. I felt her put her hands on my back and pull me closer. I parted her lips with my tongue and felt the inside of her mouth. She moved her tongue against mine and a soft moan escaped me. Oh I wanted to stay there and kiss her forever. It took all I had to trace my lips away from hers to the side of her neck but there it was better. I smelled her hair and I carefully kissed and gently nibbled at her. She moaned and I felt her tighten her arms. I kissed down to her collar bone and around to the other side. I felt the need in me to touch her grow.

My hand that had been on her cheek slid down her shoulder and arm to her waist. I ran my hand up her to just under her breast. I wanted to touch them but we were in full view of anyone in the lot and I knew that if this was to continue we needed to go somewhere. I whispered in her ear, “Where do you want to go?” She said we should go to a hotel. It was a practical answer because home for us meant husbands and kids and we needed it to be just us. So I grabbed her hand and took her to my car. I let her in and went back to my side as fast as I could. This was happening and I was ecstatic.

We drove to a small place not far from work quietly. We, who always had so much to say, were strangely quiet. We walked in the door of the hotel and checked in and I just looked at her. She was so beautiful and at the moment she was mine. We walked to the room hand in hand and I opened the door with the plastic key. The room was dark but it didn’t matter. I pushed the door closed and then I pushed her against the wall. I kissed her again, harder than last time. I let my hands wander up from her waist to her breasts. I cupped them through the fabric and kissed her neck again. Her breasts had been calling me for months and the feel of them in my hands was unreal. I kissed up the side of her neck and took her earlobe in my mouth and sucked it softly into my mouth. She had her hands on my shoulders and I felt her squeeze a bit. I whispered in her ear, “Are you sure?” I had to give her one last out. She had never been with a woman and the last thing I wanted was to have her regret it or feel like I forced her. I wanted her relaxed and willing. I mainly just wanted to hear her say yes because it would be the thing I had wanted to hear her say for so long. She breathed out a yes so soft and sweet and she turned to kiss me.

While we kissed, I reached down to the bottom of her shirt and began to pull it up. I wanted to see her. I wanted to see the real her and not the fantasy version that had been visiting my dreams for so long. I wanted to see the parts of her that had been covered and hidden from me. The shirt went up over her arms and I let it fall to the floor. I stepped back and stared for a moment. She was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined and as much as I knew she felt self conscious about her weight and her scars from past surgeries, I looked at her and saw nothing but beauty. I went in closer and she put her hands behind my head as I began to kiss down her breasts. I traced the line where her bra met her skin and I reached my hands back behind her to let those breasts free. She stopped me and reached for my shirt and I realized that I was still fully dressed and that needed to change. I let her pull my shirt off and I let her look. I wrapped my arms around her and felt our skin touch and it raised the hairs on the back of my neck. She was so soft in my arms and kissed her again. We reached behind each other’s backs and undid the clasps of our bras. She reached for my shoulder straps and slid them down. I let her pull it off me and she tossed the black lace covered bra with her shirt on the floor. She looked at my breasts and she put her hands on me and I felt my nipples grow hard from the combination of the beşiktaş escort coolness of the room and the feel of her on them. I reached up and slid her straps down and tossed her purple bra away.

I held her tight to me and I felt our breasts mash into each other. It was so soft and warm and absolutely perfect of a feeling. We kissed each other harder, with more passion. We both let soft moans escape our lips as our hands and lips began to explore each other.

I pulled her back with me towards the bed. I sat and reached for the button on her jeans. I undid it and then unzipped her. I kissed her stomach and hips as I slowly pulled her pants down. She was wearing her ruffled underwear that she was so fond of. She had picked out a bunch of them once and I remember dreaming of what she looked like in the multi colored rumba panties. I rubbed my hands down her thighs as I pushed the pants down. They fell to the ground and she stepped out of her shoes and the pants. I pulled her back to me and let her fall on me. My hands grasped at her gorgeous ass and those ruffles. I squeezed and kneaded her ass through that thin fabric and she reached for my breast. I felt her put her mouth just above my nipple. Her breath alone made me arch my back up to meet her lips. She took it in her mouth and a small cry left my lips. I squeezed her through her panties with both hands and I let her suck at my breast. She let go of the one breast and kissed across to the other. Her hand replaced her mouth on the first breast and I felt her roll my nipple in her palm. She found the other nipple and the sensation of her on both nipples was enough. I felt the wetness in my panties begin to seep through.

I pushed her up and reached for my pants but her hands got their first. She got up off of me to pull them down off my legs and when they were tossed into the pile with our other clothes she came back on top of me. She had straddled my thigh and for the first time I felt her wetness on me and I was sure she could feel mine on hers. She looked down at me and I reached up to her breasts and she touched them with me. I felt her hands over mine as I rubbed her. Her nipples were hard in my hand and I wanted to feel them in my mouth so I rolled her off me and we lay side by side on the bed.

I took her nipple into my mouth and she moaned. She closed her eyes and put her head back while I sucked. I then let my hand wander down her side to her hip. I slipped my hand into the elastic of her panties and she rolled on her back so I could pull them down. She helped me get them off and there she was. She was completely naked laying next to me, in my arms. I began to wonder if this was all real and whether my overactive imagination had gotten so good that it was really just imagining all of this. I’d had vivid fantasies before but this, this was real. It had to be real.

My hand slid over her bare ass and started to kiss lower on her. She had her hands on my head and was softly pushing me down to her and as I got closer I saw her hips start to come up off the mattress. She wanted me to taste her as much as I wanted to taste her. My lips and tongue slid down her stomach and over her hips. I knelt between her legs and kissed around her belly button. I let my tongue slip in and dance around it. I licked down further still but I passed her sweet, wet pussy and moved to her inner thigh. I kissed the soft skin and sucked her into my mouth softly. I put my arms down under her legs so that they lay on either side of her and I licked up over her soft, hairless mound. I kissed down to her sweet lips and pulled one with my mouth. I was cautious to stay on the outer edges of her pussy. I wanted this to last as long as possible and I wanted to build her up more so that way when I let her cum it would be good. I wanted her to feel it from head to toe. As I switched from one lip to the other she shuddered as my breath hit her. She raised herself up off the bed again and this time my mouth was just where it needed to be. She was so wet and ready and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took my tongue and slid it up her wet slit from bottom to top. I felt her try and spread her legs further apart. I slid upwards till I felt my tongue hit her clit and she gripped my hair hard at the soft touch. She pushed me further in and I put my lips full around her and sucked her hard clit into my mouth. She arched her back and I heard her cry my name.

With that I started to let my tongue etiler escort swirl around her faster. She started to breath heavier and she moaned more and more. She brought her hands up to her breasts and I saw her squeeze her nipples and pull on them and she rocked back and forth against my mouth. I decided that it was time to send her over the edge. I moved my right hand out from under her thigh and slipped a finger into her she cried out loud. I slid it in and out and felt her try to squeeze down around my finger. She continued to rock and then I gave her another finger. As my fingers worked through her I worked harder on her clit. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to feel her go over that edge with my mouth on her. My tongue worked faster in shorter licks back and forth and around that hard, wet clit and I put a third finger into her. I felt her squeeze tight down on them and she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled at my hair as she came. She moaned and rocked and arched upwards until her body went limp and I slowed down and just lapped up her wetness. I slowly kissed back up her body till I was lying next to her and I held her to me.

We kissed and touched and I knew she was nervous about reciprocating but she seemed to want to try. She kissed me and her hands were on my breasts and her head started to make its way down. She stopped at my neck and I honestly could have dealt with just that and nothing else because nothing else feels as good to me as that but she was continuing with her hands downward. She put her hand on my thigh and I still felt the hesitation so I took her hand and I placed it on my wet panties. At this point there was no dry part to the area that covered my pussy. She stroked softly over the fabric and I shuddered. I was aching for her touch and then she began to lower the panties. I helped her and then her hand was running up the inside of my thigh. I touched her chin and brought her face back up to mine and I kissed her again. While she began to get closer and closer to where I wanted her to touch. Her finger slid in slowly, apprehensively and then she made her way up to my clit and I couldn’t contain the sound from escaping my lips. It felt so good and I moaned against her lips on mine. She began to work slow circles around it with one finger. I held her to me and kissed her neck to show my gratitude for making me feel so good. A second finger seemed to be helping the first so that there was constantly one touching me. She slid her hand down and I felt two fingers slide deep in me. I was so wet that I don’t think she even had a choice as to how far she was going in or how fast, I think her hand just slipped in but she worked with it. Her fingers worked me inside and while her palm and wrist still grazed against my clit.

She looked at me and said she thought she was ready to try. With that she knelt up and turned towards my pussy with her ass still facing me. She put her mouth just above me and then it happened. She began to lick at me like it was something she had always done. It was like something that we had been doing for years versus this just being the first time. She licked and I lay back enjoying it while my hand toyed with her ass. She got a hold of me with her lips and sucked in gently. She held me between her lips and her tongue began to go faster on me. She was doing so good and it felt phenomenal to have her there, especially after all the months of fantasizing about it. After all the mental build up I had it really didn’t take much till I was ready to cum and I had a feeling that things were about to get a bit wetter. She sensed that I was close and began to work at a furious pace on me. I squeezed at her ass and then I thought better.

I touched her thigh and asked her to let me in between her legs. I wanted to be tasting her when I went. I wanted to be deep in her and covered in her juices. She raised her leg and I shimmied under. I raised my mouth up to her and began at her again and she was still very sensitive from the last time so she was reacting wildly. I felt myself getting just about ready and wanted to feel her cum again so I worked harder and faster on her and then my body let go and I screamed up into her while my tongue still worked. I felt my body letting loose a mini flood of liquid and I felt her grinding down on my face till she came again.

When it was done, she lay there motionless for a minute. She stroked my thigh in soft strokes that sent shivers up my spine while I ran my hands down her sides. When she was ready to move she slid off me and turned so she was back upright and laying in arms.

I held her and pressed my lips to hers again one more time and we fell asleep in each others arms and everything felt right with the world with her soft skin pressed to mine.

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When I walked into the club for Gina’s bachelorette party, I was too frazzled from work to wonder who else might be there. I’d left the office closer to seven than six, ran home to change into my one appropriate dress, and now I was late. A broken chunk of sidewalk almost made me later, but I managed not to fall. I was sure I looked ridiculous as I stumbled towards the door, but I got in without further trouble.

Once inside I took a minute to orient myself amid the pulsing music and whirling lights. I hadn’t been to a club in at least two years. At twenty-eight, I was pretty much over that scene. It had been fun, but it got old; or I did. It was hard to say.

It was also hard to think while the music pounded through my head. As the song subsided, a movement caught my eye and I saw Annie, Gina’s sister, waving at me. Relieved, I waved back and started over.

After two steps, I stopped. She was here. I could feel it.

Annoyed, I gave myself a shake and continued over to the party. What had I expected? Lia was Gina’s oldest friend; of course she would be here.

“Iris! You made it!” Gina came over to me, all smiles and hugs. “I was afraid you’d get held up at work.”

I smiled back. “Almost. They tried but I snuck out the back.”

“Well, sit down.” Gina motioned me to a chair and signaled to a waitress.

I opted for a Long Island Iced Tea. That was stronger than anything I’d had in ages, but I felt like I needed it. When it arrived and I tasted it I was glad to find they hadn’t skimped on anything. I took a healthy gulp.

I was happy to catch up with Gina and chat with some other women at the table, friends I hadn’t seen in a while and friends of friends. I was relieved that the party was just at a dance club and that they hadn’t gone in for male strippers. I could admire the masculine physique as well as anyone else, but at the moment a plain old club was more my speed.

“Hi, Iris.”

Her voice shot through my body. That wasn’t fair. I hadn’t seen her in months and didn’t want this kind of reaction. But I never could help it.

“Hi, Lia.”

She looked better than ever as she dropped into the seat next to me. Her eyes were a bright blue, her lips cherry red. She ran her tongue over her lips and made no secret of checking me out. Already warm from my drink, my body heated up even more.

“It’s been a while,” she said. “How are you?”

“Good.” I nodded. “Been working more than anything. You?”

She shrugged, bare shoulders sliding against her long, wavy dark hair. “Same company, new position, but work’s work. I was glad when Gina invited me. I thought it would be fun to see some people again.” Lia’s eyes trailed down my face to my chest and back up. Emboldened by my drink, I did likewise. Before either of us could say anything more, Gina dragged Lia off to dance.

I watched for a few minutes, drinking my cocktail but not tasting it. I was mesmerized by Lia. Her strapless dress hugged her body and emphasized her curves. Skinny heels, the kind I could never wear, made her legs look long and sleek. She looked fantastic.

Lia smiled and laughed as she danced with Gina and some other women from the party. They did those faux sexual moves that make some women feel brave and daring while entertaining the straight guys. When Lia did it, my mouth watered.

It took another drink before I would let anyone drag me up to dance. Even with the week I’d had and my desire to shake everything off for a day or two, dancing was not my favorite method of reducing stress. Since it was Gina’s party, though, I tried to be a good sport.

Lia came over and gave me a sexy smile. “I didn’t think you’d had enough to drink for this.”

“I’m not sure I have.”

She grabbed my hand. “Come on, you’re not even trying.”

“You know I don’t like to dance.”

“You always liked dancing with me.”

That much was true, but it wasn’t because I liked dancing. It was because I liked the way Lia’s body moved, both on her own and in rhythm with mine. My body remembered those feelings and I could tell by looking at her that she did too.

I let her pull me farther onto the dance floor. She swayed her hips to the beat and put her hands on my waist, enticing me to mirror her movements. Her eyes locked on mine. I responded to the pressure of her hands and rocked back and forth. After a few minutes, I put my hands on her shoulders and stepped a little closer.

Our bodies touched as we used dancing as an excuse to get as physically close as possible. No one noticed since the place was so crowded, and likely no one cared. This club was gay-friendly, so two women or two men getting close didn’t draw much attention.

Lia kept her eyes on mine as she danced. I relaxed as the alcohol started having its effect and I slipped into the familiar feel of being with Lia. I pulled her to me and trailed a hand down her back and over her ass.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, I saw the want. She dragged her hand bursa escort up from my waist and over my breast before settling on my neck. Her fingernails skimmed over my shoulder and neck, raising goose bumps on my skin. I put one hand behind her neck and leaned in to kiss her.

I was playing with fire but I didn’t care.

I felt her shiver as we kissed. Damn, we had chemistry! Her body woke every nerve in mine and I wanted to do the same to her.

The kiss ended with the song and I stepped back. Our eyes met and I knew we both wanted more. However this was Gina’s night, so any personal desires would have to wait.

Lia didn’t say anything but as we walked back to the group her hand traveled down the length of my arm. I felt sparks everywhere she touched.

We sat down as Gina began to open her presents, which included plenty of lingerie and sexy underwear. One box contained a collection of sex toys that made Gina laugh, blush and squeal all at the same time. I’d gone in on a negligée with Annie. I was all for sex toys, but Gina and I weren’t quite close enough to exchange them as gifts.

After another drink I needed a bathroom. I squinted across the room and saw a sign that was probably the one I wanted and headed over. It was the right place, although the restroom was down a set of stairs and at the end of a short, dim hallway. As I washed my hands I took a deep breath, grateful for the momentary quiet. I could still feel the bass but it was a soothing thrum compared to being out in the main room.

I stepped into the corridor and found Lia waiting.

“I missed you,” she said. Her eyes raked over me.

I knew what I looked like: a sheen of sweat on my face from the heat of the club; my blond hair damp with stray strands dangling to my shoulders; my nipples hard bumps under my thin black dress. Lia licked her lips.

“I missed you, too,” I said. It was true. I’d gotten over it, gotten past it, whatever, but I missed her.

“Wanna try again?” She pushed off the wall and stepped over to me. Her face was flushed and with a dress shorter and thinner than mine, there was no hiding her arousal.

Instead of answering I walked her back against the wall and crushed my lips to hers. She gave a small gasp of surprise but there was no resistance. Her arms came up and gripped my shoulders as I pressed my body against hers.

My hands ran up and down her sides, down over her hips and then back up. Her nipples were hard buds under my palms as I covered her breasts with my hands. Our tongues dueled and I ground my hips against her.

“Jesus, Iris, that feels good.” Lia’s voice was hoarse as she dropped her head back and bared her neck to me.

I latched on to the pulse point in her neck, biting down and then soothing the area with my tongue. Lia’s breath came in short pants punctuated by the occasional soft moan. I loved those sounds.

I wedged my leg between hers and felt the heat of her pussy against my thigh. She hissed out a breath and jerked when I moved my leg; she must have been close to coming already.

I wanted more and tugged down the top of her dress, baring her tits. Still kissing her, I didn’t look at them but took advantage of the access and pinched and twisted her nipples. She moaned again and rocked against my leg. Leaving one hand on her breast, I reached down with the other and yanked up her dress.

She wore a thong but it was no barrier. I pushed it aside and slid a finger into her, letting out a groan myself. I loved the way her slick walls clenched around my finger; after a moment, I added another and used my thumb to massage her clit.

Lia held on to me now to keep herself up. She thrust against my hand as I moved my head down and took one dark pink nipple in my mouth. The pebbled skin teased my tongue as I sucked on the tip. My free hand pinched and tweaked her other nipple and I felt her body tense.

“Iris. Iris, someone might see.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I started to pull my fingers out of her.

She reached down and grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand back up. “No. Hell, no. Not when I’m this close.”

I fused my lips to hers once more, pressing our bodies close. I felt the damp skin of her breasts against my dress and she was dripping wet between her legs. I flicked my thumb over her clit; she moaned and dug her fingernails into my shoulder. Once more and she lost it.

Lia buried her face in my neck to stifle her cries. I could feel her teeth on my skin as she bit down. Her body shook and her inner muscles spasmed around my fingers. I slipped an arm around her to help her stay upright while I continued to massage her clit and draw out her orgasm. After another moment I stopped and stepped back, keeping my arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

She pushed her hair back and gave a throaty laugh. “You haven’t lost your touch.”

“Thanks.”

Lia followed me into the ladies’ room as we went to straighten ourselves out. We weren’t as much of a mess as I feared, altıparmak escort apart from Lia’s dress. We were sweaty, out of breath, and our makeup was a little worse for wear. On the other hand, we probably looked like anyone who’d just spent some time on the dance floor.

I washed my hands and ran my fingers through my hair. My purse for the evening wouldn’t accommodate a comb, so fingers were the best I had. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Lia pulled her dress back into place, covering the breasts I had so recently been feasting on.

She wet a paper towel and used it to remove the makeup smudges around her eyes. I hadn’t worn any mascara or eyeliner but my blush and lipstick were gone or uneven, so I grabbed my own towel and wiped the rest off. With the lighting in this place, no one would notice anyway.

“Iris.” Lia laid a hand on my arm.

My skin tingled as I looked up and my brown eyes met her blue ones in the mirror. I wondered what she’d say. Would she be mad, despite the fact that she’d wanted me to do that? Would she blow the whole thing off as no big deal?

Lia ran a hand down the front of my dress, pretending to smooth the fabric but in reality copping a feel. “Can we go back to your place after the party?”

I hesitated; this was not necessarily a good idea. Lia and I had chemistry to burn, but outside of the bedroom—or nightclub hallway—we didn’t always work.

“Come on, baby.” Her hand drifted down the front of my dress, below the skirt, and her fingers traced circles on my thigh.

I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them after a deep breath. Lia was still there, her hand so close to my sex, which I knew was furiously wet after what we’d done. I wanted her to touch me.

“All right,” I said.

x-x-x-x

A couple of hours later, our little group headed out the door. The club was still open, but we’d had it and a couple of people—Gina’s sister, Annie, for one—had definitely had more than enough to drink. I stood outside, glad for the chance to breathe without bumping into someone as we said our goodbyes.

Gina came over while I stood on the sidewalk and took a deep breath of cool air. “I’m so glad you came, Iris. It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

I smiled. “I know, and I’m sorry. There’s a big story that’s been taking all my time. I barely have time to eat or sleep.”

“But you will be at the wedding, right?”

“Absolutely. And thank you again for not having a wedding party and making me wear some hideous dress.”

Gina laughed. “I swore after my cousin’s wedding that I’d never do that to anyone else. No one should have to wear that shade of green outside of a hospital. Besides, we’re having a small wedding and I want everyone to be comfortable.”

“I wish more brides were like you.”

“I do try.” She pulled me in for a hug and looked concerned when she stepped back. “Are you okay? I saw you dancing with Lia and then after you guys looked pretty, um, close. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” she added. “I’m not butting in, you know that.”

“I know.” I patted her shoulder. “It’s not like that. We’re just going to hang out for a bit and catch up.” And have sex hot enough to set fire to the mattress, but Gina didn’t need to hear that. “Thanks for worrying, though, Mom.”

Gina shook her head although she was smiling. “You just be careful, okay? I love Lia to death but it doesn’t mean I’m blind to how she can be.”

“She’s just herself, that’s all.”

“All right. Take care, Iris.” Gina gave me another hug. “Thanks again for coming. I better get a cab and get Annie home before she falls over.”

I returned the hug and promised to be in touch more often, then turned to look for Lia. My heart sped up and my stomach churned a bit when I didn’t see her and I scolded myself for it. I was a big girl; if Lia had changed her mind or stood me up, I’d manage just fine.

I spotted her a few feet down the sidewalk, chatting with Annie and another woman. I wanted to walk over and see if she was still coming to my place, but I didn’t want to seem anxious or needy. Since I needed a cab whether she came with me or not, I turned around to scan the street for one. Within a minute a yellow taxi headed towards the crowd and slowed down. I stepped towards the curb and raised my hand to flag it down.

“Leaving without me?” Lia stood with one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

“You were talking and I didn’t want to interrupt.” I opened the door and gestured her to go in first. “I needed the cab anyway.”

Lia got in the back seat; I got a good view of her ass as her dress rode up. She didn’t even try to hide it as she all but crawled over to the far side. When I got in, she gave me a look that confirmed it had been for my benefit.

I gave the driver my address and settled back in the seat, trying to calm down. Having Lia so close made that difficult and it got no easier when I felt her hand on my thigh. I whipped my head around but she just smiled görükle escort at me as her hand traveled a little higher. I glanced at the cabbie but he was too busy yelling at his dispatcher.

I bit my lip as the driver took a right turn and Lia took advantage to nudge her hand between my legs. Not being an exhibitionist but not wanting to stop her, I held my purse in my lap and kept my skirt from rising any more. Lia grinned as she kept running her fingers over my thigh, getting closer to my pussy all the time.

I tried to smother a nervous laugh but wasn’t successful and couldn’t help but grin myself.

The cab pulled up outside my building just in time; any longer and we would have been candidates for an HBO late show. I paid and tipped the cabbie and went in the building. The elevator ride was torture, both because it was slow and because some guy from another floor got on, preventing Lia and me from doing anything.

When we arrived at my floor I almost pushed the guy aside in my haste to get out. I managed to contain myself and only gave him a glare that he didn’t even notice. Lia covered her mouth to hide a smile, knowing how annoyed I was. She reached over and took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

I hurried to my apartment with Lia right behind me. Once inside, I turned around to shoot the deadbolt and found myself up against the door. Lia ran her hands over my arms, from shoulder to fingers and back again. I closed my eyes and laid my cheek against the cool metal.

“That was hot, in the club.” Her voice was a sultry whisper in my ear. I gasped when her tongue flicked out to touch my ear lobe.

I felt her breath on the back of my neck. I was taller than she was, but Lia’s high heels put her in the perfect position to graze her teeth over my shoulder and the nape of my neck. I shuddered.

“I’m glad you came to the party tonight,” she said. “I was hoping to see you.”

“I didn’t know you were coming.” I swallowed in a dry throat as her hands crept under my dress.

“I didn’t know I was either until you did that in the hallway.” Lia sucked on the crook of my neck and my knees went weak. “Then I was extremely glad I showed up.”

Her hands came around my waist and splayed over my stomach. I didn’t know what I wanted her to do next; my whole body burned for her touch.

“I would have done this at the club, but we didn’t really have time.” Lia’s hands went up and squeezed my breasts.

I groaned and leaned my head against the door as she kneaded my tits and teased my nipples. I sighed in disappointment when she withdrew her hands, then I heard the rasp of the zipper and my dress slithered down my body to puddle at my feet. A strapless dress meant I hadn’t worn a bra, so I stood there in just my heels and underwear.

“You are gorgeous.” Lia ran her tongue up my spine, making me cry out and turn around.

I took her face in my hands and captured her lips. My tongue plunged into her mouth. Lia growled in response and grabbed at my breasts again, pulling at my nipples this time before sliding one hand beneath the black panties I had on.

I tore my lips from hers long enough to say, “Get your clothes off,” then kissed her again.

Her response was to push two fingers into my pussy, angling her hand so that she rubbed my clit every time she thrust inside. I found the zipper on her dress and forced it down, then pushed her dress off. Like me, she’d gone braless. I realized she must have made another trip to the restroom after our tryst in the hallway, because her thong was gone. She was naked but for a gold necklace and her black heels.

“Satisfied?” she asked, nipping at my bottom lip.

“Not yet, but I think I will be.”

She gave a low laugh and pushed her fingers deeper inside. I sucked in a breath and walked her back to the sofa and tumbled her onto it. We lay there for a few moments, necking like teenagers in the backseat of a car. Lia pumped her fingers in and out of me and I met every thrust. My blood simmered as I felt everything build.

“Sit up.” Lia withdrew her hand from my pussy and pushed at my shoulders.

Breathing hard, I rose off her and moved to sit while she slipped off the couch. She knelt in front of me and reached up to snag my panties. Her eyes met mine and never left as she pulled them down. I lifted my hips to help and then my feet, one at a time, as she slipped the lacy thing off. She spread my legs and got between them.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“God, yes.”

“Want me to do this?” Lia ran her tongue through my pussy, parting the lips and flicking over my clit.

“Yes, do that.”

She did it again, then set about both satisfying and torturing me in equal measure. While she licked and sucked at my clitoris, she shoved two fingers inside me and curled them slightly, looking for my G-spot. I didn’t know if I had one or not but it felt so damn good.

Lia knew how to get me close and take me back; she also knew that too much of that resulted in nothing for me. I hoped she remembered.

I tried to relax but she wouldn’t let me. Her tongue slid over and in me and I groaned as my orgasm neared and retreated. Since her hands were busy I plucked at my nipples myself, pulling and twisting them while she rubbed her tongue over my clit.

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As I sat in the window seat watching the rain and the wind causing waves on the normally still lake, I could only help wonder at how the weather reflected my mood. Yesterday had been gloriously sunny and calm and everything had been good in my life. Now my heart was broken and my emotions were threatening to drown me in a torrential downpour from which I could find no shelter.

How could I have been so stupid? Why couldn’t I just leave things alone? Why did I have to push you away from me? Why couldn’t I just accept your love as it was?

I thought back to the day we first met 5 years ago. It had never occurred to me that I might find love with another woman until I went to a gay club with my best friend Rob.

We were dancing with abandon when a petite girl with short brown bed hair and deep brown eyes made her way across the dance floor towards us. She was obviously flirting and I kind of felt sorry for her making all that effort to flirt with a guy who was never going to be interested in her.

Eventually it dawned on me – we’re in a gay club! She knows Rob’s gay. She’s gay. She’s flirting with me!

I turned to Rob with wide eyes, not sure what to do.

“Oh hell Rob, she’s flirting with me, I ought to tell her I’m straight”

His laugh was hearty and honest as he leant down to my ear so I could hear him above the music.

“Are you sure about that? You go out with guys but you never really want to sleep with them and you end every relationship before things get vaguely serious – why not just go with the flow and see what happens?”

I stared at him gob smacked. What the hell was he talking about? But he just grinned at me and turned his back on me to dance with a cute guy that had caught his eye earlier.

I turned back to look at the girl and found her stifling a laugh. She’d obviously heard every word we’d said and I felt like crawling under a rock and hiding.

“You look terrified, am I really that frightening?” she asked laughing.

“You look like you could do with something to calm your nerves, at least let me buy you a drink? I promise I won’t bite”

She turned and deftly wound her way through the dancers to the bar with me trailing lamely in her wake.

“What are you drinking or shall I surprise you?”

“Oh I’ll have whatever you’re having” I replied trying not to let my tongue tie me in knots. Why the hell do I feel so nervous? It’s not like I haven’t been hit on by girls before; what happened to my usual answer of ‘I’m flattered but straight, sorry’?

I’d lost sight of her as she elbowed her way to the crowded bar but she was back in a flash with 2 tall glasses that looked like they contained fruit juice. I took a long pull on my drink and quickly realised that it wasn’t nearly as innocent as it looked – but it was delicious!

“I have no idea what’s in that but I like it”

“It’s a secret recipe of my own creation. Maybe I’ll divulge it to you when I know you better” she said as she smiled at me while ruffling her short fluffy hair in a really engaging way.

I couldn’t help watching her every move and mannerism, she seemed so self assured and comfortable that I felt like a bumbling idiot by comparison.

She grabbed my hand and led me outside onto the veranda and we were lucky enough to find a table in a quiet area near the back. Most of the tables we passed contained people kissing or groping each other, not caring that they were in full sight of everyone else.

As we sat down she took my hand in a formal hand shake and said “Hi, my name’s Chris”

“Kate, pleased to meet you”

She grinned at me and I noticed that although she’d stopped shaking my hand it was still clasped firmly in hers.

“Well, now we’ve been formally introduced maybe you’ll stop looking so terrified? So what’s a gorgeous straight girl like you doing in a place like this? Are you just here to drive us dykes wild with unrequited passion?”

I nearly dropped my glass but managed to recover my composure as I mentally told myself to just chill out and enjoy myself – we’re just having a drink right?

“It seems that my friend has decided that I’m not straight, despite the evidence to the contrary. Wait ’til I catch up with the bugger later!”

And that was it. We talked about everything and anything and found that we had lots in common including a love of motorbikes and eclectic music tastes. We got on so well that time flew by and the next time I looked at my watch I was astounded to find we’d sat outside in the summer night for 2 hours chatting and drinking.

“Oh my god, I’d better go and find Rob or he’ll think I’ve abandoned him!”

I stood up to go and suddenly felt awkward again but Chris came to my rescue by standing and giving me a big friendly hug and a peck on the cheek and saying that she’d had a nice time. She pressed a card into my hand that read ‘Chris Taylor, Area Sales Manager’ and she’d scrawled a mobile number on the back.

“Any time you want to hook up görükle escort bayan for a drink and a chat, give me a call”

“I will, I promise” I kissed her cheek and walked into the club to look for Rob wondering if she was watching me as I walked away.

I found Rob quickly but didn’t know what to do. He was kissing deeply with the cute guy he’d been dancing with and I didn’t want to intrude, but I slipped over to him and tapped him on the shoulder gently.

I’d been to clubs with Rob plenty of times before and we had our routine worked out.

“I’m wacked, reckon I’ll go grab a cab soon” equated to I’m happy to leave on my own – do you want to stay longer?

“I thought I’d hang out a bit longer” meant I like this guy, are you sure you don’t mind me ignoring you / leaving you to go home alone?

“No problem Babe, enjoy the rest of your evening. Call me tomorrow” and I kissed the top of his head and walked away.

I’d picked the wrong time to leave as there wasn’t a cab in sight but the queue of waiting people was horrendous so I decided to go back inside and have another drink and hope that it was better in half an hour.

As I was standing at the bar waiting to be served a familiar voice sounded in my ear.

“I could have sworn I just saw you leave the club on your own, I thought I’d driven you away?”

The sound of her voice sent an unexpected shiver through me and the hair on the back of my neck stood up on end.

I turned to face her and found myself staring at her lips, inspecting her features as if committing them to memory, and then I did something I’ll never forget. I took her face in my hands and kissed her briefly but tenderly on the lips.

I’m not sure who was more startled. Chris stared at me in amazement as a smile spread across her face.

“You’ve never done that before have you?”

“No. That obvious huh?”

“Only because of the look on your face, what made you kiss me? Not that I’m complaining”

“Because I wanted to; I don’t know why because I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman before but if I’m being honest I’d quite like to do it again.”

Chris took my hand and led me back out onto the veranda where our table was still free. We sat and just looked at each other for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity until slowly Chris leant towards me and planted her lips on mine. She kissed me softly and slowly and I felt her tongue probing against my lips, so I parted them slightly and allowed her to kiss me fully and deeply until I pulled away in need of air.

“Oh my god!” my breath caught in my throat and my heart was beating like a drum. I looked into those deep brown eyes and knew I had to have more.

“Will you do that again – please?”

Chris placed a hand behind my neck and drew me towards her and this time our lips locked fiercely with passion and urgency. As our tongues swirled and probed I became increasingly aware of my body responding in a way that no kiss had ever prompted before. I was floating in a dreamy cloud and could feel my nipples hardening against the confines of my bra and there were little electric shocks pulsing from my clit. Was it possible to cum from just a kiss? Suddenly a glass smashed behind me and I was jolted back to reality as drunken shouts made me all too aware of my surroundings.

Chris’ voice was deep and husky as she took my hands in hers.

“We could take this somewhere more private if you like?”

In that instant I knew that if I left with Chris I wouldn’t be satisfied with a kiss and a moment’s doubt flashed across my mind, quickly erased by the look of lust in her eyes

“I think I’d like that” and I stood and took her hand, willing her to lead me somewhere, anywhere we could be alone.

Her brother ran the club and she took me through a door at the rear of the bar and up 3 flights of narrow Victorian stairs into the living quarters above, the music receding as we climbed higher.

We stood on the landing and she looked like she was trying to make her mind up about something.

“The living room’s in there but it’s usually a tip and my brother might disturb us. My bedroom is just through there if you’d prefer?” Her eye’s searching my face to gauge my reaction, I knew this was a question about much more than location and I amazed myself by pushing her towards the bedroom door bodily.

As the door shut behind me I took Chris into my arms and hugged her tightly relishing the feeling of holding her female form so close to mine. Could I really have got it so wrong for all those years?

“I don’t know what to do, will you teach me?”

“Oh yes, but don’t worry, it’ll come to you. Just think about all the things that you wished your boyfriends had done for you”

Her lips found my neck causing me to shiver and as her hands ran down my sides, lightly brushing the edges of my breasts I couldn’t stop a small moan escaping my lips. She sat me on the bed and looked into my bursa otele gelen escort eyes.

“You’re sure you want to do this? You can still say no if you want to”

Her pupils were dilated which I found deeply erotic and I answered her by raising a shaky hand up to her throat and tracing the V of her Tee shirt down towards her breasts. The air seemed too thick to breathe as she started to slowly unbutton my shirt, never once taking her eyes off mine, constantly checking for consent as she slipped it off my shoulders and it fell to the bed.

She stood and pulled her Tee shirt over her head and as she undid her bra I could see her big dark nipples standing firm and erect and suddenly I had to suck them.

I stood and stared at them, unsure of myself until she smiled and said “Go ahead honey, just go with the flow and do what you feel”

So I bent and took the first one into my mouth like a starving baby. I suckled greedily as Chris reached behind me to let my own breasts fall free and as she cupped one of them in her hand and caressed the nipple with her thumb I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

Chris lifted my head from her breast and pulled me into a tight embrace, and as she kissed me the sensation of feeling our naked skin pressing against each other was driving me wild with a passion & desire I had never felt for a man. Sex for me had always been something I could take or leave but I was beginning to see why other people considered it a big deal – I’d obviously been doing it with the wrong people!

Chris pushed me gently backwards onto the bed without once taking her lips away from mine, as she lay beside me I felt her hand tracing light circles on my stomach – her touch was so gentle I could barely feel it but she was making me tingle deliciously. Her hand came up to my breasts and she trapped one swollen nipple between finger and thumb making it so erect it was almost painful, and as she started to nibble my ear I thought I would lose it there and then.

“Are you ready to take the next step baby?” she purred into my ear.

I could barely speak but managed to nod and the squeak that escaped my mouth must have been taken as a yes as she lifted herself from the bed and leant down to undo the button on my jeans as I watched her full breasts sway down towards me slightly.

My zip was lowered and she slipped her hands under my arse to raise my hips so she could pull my jeans off.

“Want to take it slowly and save some for later or just go for broke”

“Do it” I growled back, and she grabbed the waistband of my panties with my jeans and peeled them both over my legs swiftly and efficiently.

Suddenly I was aware of my complete nakedness in front of a relative stranger, but instead of feeling scared or embarrassed I felt wild & empowered. I stood up and kissed Chris deeply as I undid her combat trousers and they fell to her ankles. I felt for her panties and gasped as I realised she wasn’t wearing any and my hands were now spread over her naked arse.

Chris stepped away from me and did a twirl, “like what you see?” she purred at me

“Oh god yes” I answered honestly; she’d had a beautiful body hidden under her baggy combats and tee shirt; her legs were shapely and firm and they met at a small triangle of neatly trimmed, very short dark hair. She was tanned and her skin was the colour of warm caramel. Her arse was tight and high and I guessed she worked out as her stomach was flat with a perfect little dimple of a belly button. My eyes were drawn back to those beautifully pert but full breasts and I was mesmerized by a small tattoo under her left breast of a broken heart.

“It’s a reminder” she stated as she caught me looking “Never to fall in love too deeply, and never to be too reliant on anyone else, it hurts too much when it goes wrong. Anyway let’s not waste time talking, there are other things I want to be doing with my mouth right now” and she laid me back down on the bed and fell on top of me, covering my mouth with hers and kissing me hungrily while her hands seemed to be all over my body.

I had never been this turned on before and I ran my hands over every inch I could reach; stroking, kneading and digging my fingers into her arse cheeks as I held her tight against my body, feeling her skin against mine and revelling in the sensation. I felt our mounds press against each other causing such delicious warmth that seemed to spread from my tummy outwards.

When Chris shifted position I tried to keep hold of her but she just placed a finger against my lips. She kissed my neck and throat and planted butterfly kisses in between my breasts. She took one of my nipples into her mouth and I cried out loud at the way her tongue teased my hard, sensitive bud as she drove me wild. She moved onto the other nipple until I could feel myself coming from her teasing tongue and her hands. The feel of her soft skin caressing mine was such an incredible sensation bursa escort bayan and so unlike any sexual encounter I had ever had before; the attention Chris was lavishing on me so unselfishly made me feel truly desired but I tried to make her stop, I didn’t want it to be over so soon but she lightly bit me and I tipped over the edge into my first ever orgasm with a woman, and she’d only been playing with my tits!

She kissed my nipples slowly as I sighed and moaned but she hadn’t finished with me yet. I felt her hand spreading my legs and opened them eagerly for her. I knew I must be soaked and I felt her finger slip between my lips easily.

She ran her finger the full length of my slit and brushed my clit lightly with her thumb sending sparks flying through my brain. Before I could recover she did it again, and again, and again and just as I thought things couldn’t get any better she inserted a finger and drove it into me, curving it into my G spot and making my back arch off the bed so much I thought I would pull muscles.

She caressed me gently but firmly and as I lowered myself back onto the bed she slipped further down until I could feel her hot breath on my pussy. She smiled at me wickedly as she blew gently on my opening, watching my eyes for the reactions she was causing in me.

“I think you’re going to enjoy this baby, just lay back and relax and let me show you how good it can be” and with that her tongue flicked hard against my clit sending me to new heights. She inserted a 2nd finger and continued to stroke them in and out of my sopping pussy while her tongue danced around my swollen clit. I clasped her head between my legs as I rode the waves of pleasure coursing through my body, but each time I was about to lose control completely she slowed her fingers and eased the pressure on my clit and left me growling with frustration.

“Please, please finish me” I choked, nearly sobbing with need and as Chris took pity on me and sucked my engorged clit into her mouth, sucking hard while grazing her teeth against my tender button she inserted a 3rd finger and began to fuck me hard and fast.

My head swam and I felt like my blood was fizzing in my veins as I succumbed to the most intense orgasm; screaming and crying out at the top of my lungs without a care for who might hear. Chris again slowed things down but just as I started to come back down she suddenly replaced her fingers with her tongue and brought her slippery fingers down so that they toyed with my tightly puckered arse.

I was shocked. No one had ever done this to me before – I hadn’t even done it to myself, but her tongue in my pussy was keeping my brain too occupied to object and as soon as her finger penetrated the opening to my anus I was tumbling head first into another heart stopping climax which left me weeping openly.

Chris disentangled herself from my legs and brought her dripping face to mine and kissed me slowly and deeply, sharing my juice with me.

I stared into her eyes not knowing what to say; somehow ‘thank you’ seemed wholly inadequate but my words caught in my throat as I fought back sobs of joy.

This woman had shown me a side of myself I had no idea existed, and with it had allowed me to see the pleasure that could be had from sex and what it was to be loved by a woman.

“Can you stay tonight?”

“Oh course. I need to learn how to do that to you.”

“You will, but not tonight”

I tried to reciprocate, eager to learn, but Chris just wrapped me in her arms and pulled the big soft duvet over us. As I lay with my head on her breast listening to her heartbeat my mind was racing and I couldn’t believe she was suggesting we sleep, but in the space of a couple of minutes I could feel myself relax and sleep washed over me as I lay cradled in her arms feeling safe and cherished.

I awoke the next morning to find Chris sat naked on the end of the bed staring at me. I smiled sleepily at her and she came back to bed to resume my lesson. We spent the whole day talking and cuddling and fucking, only leaving the bedroom to visit the bathroom or collect pizza from the delivery guy and by the time I left that evening I had learned many ways to give Chris the pleasure she had given me.

I learnt that she was extremely ticklish and that she found it a turn on, I learnt that if I sucked her nipples hard while flicking my tongue against them it drove her wild, I learnt that when she was being eaten she liked it hard and fast – but that slow and firm made her pant in anticipation, I learnt that when she came her whole body tensed like a spring and she shuddered violently, but most of all I learnt that I enjoyed all of these things more than I had ever enjoyed being with anyone else, and by the end of the day I knew I was in love for the first time.

As I came back to reality from my memory I realised that it had grown dark outside and the rain washing down the window pain was mirrored by the tears streaming down the reflection of my face in the window.

Five years we had been companions and had been faithful to one another, but Chris stuck to her resolve and never let herself make any kind of real commitment to me.

Oh, I knew she loved me but I wanted more and this morning as she’d stepped naked out of the shower I had knelt down and kissed that broken heart tattoo.

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Chapter 2: A Sumptuous Treat

Fannie is still in a daze. She could remember she was attacked suddenly by Shannon and all the chloroform that was administered to her, but how did she end up here? Where is this place? The darkness is not what worries her; it’s what her abductors going to do to her? And why, of all the people, did they choose her?

Before more questions invade her mind, she was jolted by the nearing voice outside.

“Let’s just be gentle on her first alright? I just love teasing them…”

Fannie decided to feign coma to buy time to better assess the situation since she is rendered immobile by the bonds on her wrists and ankles.

Lights flood in, Fannie sense the presence of 3 women…

“Looks like our sweet little thing is still out cold. Think she needs something to wake her up.”

“Yes sister…”

Fannie held her breath as she ponders how they are going to try waking her up. It looks like her decision to remain in a comatose state is turning out to be a mistake. Should she just wake up now or…? Footsteps near…

Hazel walked seductively over to Fannie’s rigid body. She is excited, her first mission, her turn under the limelight. She has been waiting for this moment and finally, it’s going to start. Her stilettos and black latex skirt complements her performance. Positioning Fannie’s head in between her legs, Hazel stood for a moment, admiring Fannie’s helpless form. Beatrice and Shannon held their breaths as they anticipate Hazel’s next action. Hazel pulls the crotch of her black lycra panties aside…

The footsteps stopped a moment ago, the air is still, silence… Fannie’s heart screamed for her to stop her ploy now… But…

Splash!

Warm, foul smelling liquid was in an instance, dousing her face. She knew what it is immediately. She struggled; she wants to break free from her bonds and claw at the culprit who is humiliating her this moment. She tries to open her eyes, to look at her adversary in the eye, but the stream of liquid proves too powerful. A sense of disgust builds up inside Fannie as small portions of the liquid began seeping thru her mouth gag and into her mouth.

Hazel noticed the tiny struggles of helpless victim and giggle to herself. She knows Fannie has woken up already, but what fun would it be if she were to control her bladder now? Hazel is determine to empty it all on Fannie as she steps up her ministrations on her, directing her piss onto Fannie’s gag.

Hazel shivered as she covered her slit, totally enjoying what she just did. Putting her hands on her hips, she stared defiantly into the eyes of Fannie who has just managed to open her eyes.

“So, my dear, welcome to the club. I hope you will enjoy your stay here just as much as we are going to enjoy your company.” Shannon announced as she bend towards Fannie and cup her chin. “Any appreciation for our efforts?” stroking her face, Shannon took out Hazel’s piss-soaked panties from Fannie’s mouth.

“You fucking bitch! Do you not know who you are trifling with? My girls will come and tear down this place and give all of you hell! What do you want with me?!” Fannie screamed, intending to let out all her anger and frustrations.

“It’s nothing my dear; we are just bringing you for a vacation. Come on, give yourself a holiday after working for so long. You should thank us for this, we are going to give you the best treatment you will ever get.” Teased Shannon.

“Yeah, you get a girl to piss on me and that’s call the best treatment? Why don’t you give me the chance to piss on you? You fucking bitch!”

*Spit*

Shannon wiped Fannie’s spit off her face angrily. Regaining her composure, she replied, “Don’t worry, you will get your chance later. But for now, please pay full attention to the video show you are about to Esenyurt Escort watch now. Well, we’ll leave you alone for now. Enjoy the show.” And she turned her back and strutted out of the room, dominatrix style.

Hazel took a cold bucket of water and wash Fannie in an instance, clearing her of her piss. Beatrice switched on the projector in the room which until now, was concealed in the darkness. Signaling to Hazel, they left the room.

Once again, the room was in darkness apart from the screen.

Fannie is still confused about her situation, these women didn’t really reveal much about their motives for kidnapping her. And it’s just impossible that they kidnap her solely to just let her watch some stupid show that’s going to unfold before her eyes now…

The show went through a brief introduction of the history of Dragoness, re-enacting the times where it first came into power in Hong Kong, its growth and its various businesses.

“So these girls belong to this gang called Dragoness? Looks like we have a new competitor within our territory and we still didn’t know. Dang!” Fannie thought.

Fannie once again turned her attention back to the screen, expecting to see more of their history; it is now showing the scene of their annual general meeting and the gala dinner, the various different cell groups and their members. Fannie has never seen such a big organization that’s just made up of women and more women. As compared to their numbers, Red Lynx is just a drop in the ocean.

The scene on the screen changes suddenly, to something which leaves Fannie flabbergasted…

The whole gala dinner had instantly turned into a mass orgy of naked women having sex with one another, on the table, on the floor, against the wall, everywhere in the ballroom! Everyone is enjoying it, the numerous moaning coming from the sound system filled the room and caused Fannie to shiver. She has never witness this before, mass lesbianism?

She caught a glimpse of Shannon among the different piles of naked bodies, rapidly fingering another woman while another was licking her pinkish snatch.

“Oh my gosh! Is this what the people in this organization indulge in? Are they all lesbians? What the fuck?”

Fannie has a bad feeling about what is going to happen next…

The door to her room opened again and this time, it is only Hazel and Beatrice…

“So babe, did u enjoy the show? Welcome to our closely-knitted organization, Dragoness!” Hazel announced proudly. Then she hugs Beatrice tightly, and locked their lips right in front of Fannie’s eyes!

Fannie absolutely doesn’t know how to respond to this naughty display as she stares with her mouth wide open.

Breaking off the kiss, Beatrice kneeled down and caresses Fannie’s face softly with her fingertips. Fannie gasps at the coldness of her fingers, not realizing just how vulnerable she is to the duo.

“We should get to know each other better sister. I’ve been looking forward to this since we caught you. And you have given us much joy since you’ve joined us. Its time we give you a treat.”

Beatrice stood up and pulled Hazel over…

“Let’s show her how much bonding exists between the servants of Dragoness sister!” coos Beatrice.

Beatrice started running her fingers in Hazel’s long, smooth hair, pulling her closer, she kissed Hazel deeply. It was a lingering kiss, their tongues intertwining with each other, their saliva overflowing from the side of their lips. Pressing their bodies together, they let the smooth latex material covering their breasts to slide against each other. Their nipples are starting to protrude from the tight material, and Beatrice reached down and pinches Hazel’s nipples thru it.

“mmm… Nice and hard…” Hazel moaned as Beatrice reached down İstanbul Escort and clamped her nipples between her lips. Pleasure course through Hazel’s veins as Beatrice twist her lips around her nipples, loving the way the material becomes smooth with her saliva, sliding her tongue rapidly around the protruding tip.

“Oooh, yes yes sister…” moan Hazel as Beatrice double her efforts of squeezing and kneading her breasts.

Fannie was starting to feel funny inside after seeing this live performance by Hazel and Beatrice. Yes, she is a true straight girl, but it is after all, the first time she has seen women indulging in this forbidden pleasures together and it doesn’t seem that bad at all. But no, she is straight and it’s not right to enjoy this lesbian display. No way!

“Come, let’s give her a close look at your pussy sister, I bet our guest never knew how a pussy really works.” Saying this, Beatrice pulled Hazel over to regain her initial pissing position. Fannie could now see Hazel’s pantied crotch more clearly now, the outline of her nether lips against the tight spandex panties. Before she could protest, Beatrice started rubbing Hazel’s crotch, running her index finger along her slit, up and down, up and down. Stopping occasionally to turn circles around her now erected clit. It is true that Fannie has never watch any pornography before, but it’s not as if she knows nothing about sex just that in her opinion, her guy would lead her on to every move. And the scene before her now has just uncover another new chapter about sex, making her completely mesmerized by Beatrice’s finger now, her defenses crumbling fast.

Hazel is moaning more than ever now, and even moving her hips along with Beatrice’s motions, trying to get more pleasure. A damp patch is slowly spreading out from the center of Hazel’s crotch, the musky properties diffuse through the air and slowly enveloped the 3 person. Beatrice sought out the now engorged clit of Hazel with her fingers and pinches it lightly every now and then. Some of Hazel’s juices began seeping past the waistband of her panties.

“Mmm… I guess its time dear… time for your first taste…” Hazel gigged.

Fannie was still puzzled by her sentence when in a flash, she found Hazel’s crotch right in front of her mouth! Instinctively, she flipped her face to the side to prevent whatever sadistic ministrations that followed and struggled against her bonds. To her dismay, her arms were locked together overhead by the locking thighs of Hazel, her bounded wrists held by Hazel’s free hands.

“How rude of you to refuse this offer…” smiled Hazel seductively as she looked into the fearful eyes of Fannie.

Fannie struggled to kick and instead, found that she can’t even lift her bounded ankles up, and it seems that Beatrice has just chained her ankles to the ground!

Knowing that Fannie sense her helplessness, Hazel and Beatrice grew even more excited by the minute, the anticipated moment is approaching at the right pace…

After Beatrice has secured even Fannie’s wrists to the ground, Fannie closed her eyes, knowing that her fate is sealed. Hazel relaxes her hands and started licking between Fannie’s slender fingers, and proceed slowly down along the length of her left arm, sucking and nibbling sometimes along the soft flesh.

Fannie could feel the tingling sensations in her building up, every lick and nibble is making her feel uneasy, but somehow, it feels nice. Hazel stopped at Fannie’s armpit to take in sweet aroma of her victim, licking the sweet skin and setting off a bout of laughter from Fannie.

“Please stop, please stop it! It is too ticklish!” cried Fannie in between her laughter.

“Oooh, so our little pet has opened up her golden mouth huh?”

Before Fannie could even react, Hazel Beylikdüzü Escort has already grabbed her head and forced her pantied crotch onto her mouth, rubbing up and down her face. Fannie closed her mouth and held her breath immediately, trying very hard to avoid Hazel’s overflowing juices.

“Still trying to act tough huh?” saying this, Hazel pinched Fannie’s nose.

Before long, Fannie opened her mouth reluctantly in order to breathe and this time, Hazel finally succeeded in making Fannie taste her juices. Fannie could feel the smooth material on her inner lips, covered with a thin film of sweet juice. As she takes her first breath, she was overwhelmed by the musky and erotic smell of Hazel’s crotch.

“Come on, how do you like it? It’s nice isn’t it? Come on, lick my pussy girl!” commanded Hazel.

But Fannie is one tough woman and she refuse to give in to Hazel’s demands. Her mind is still reminding her not to give up!

Seeing that Fannie still has her defenses, Hazel motioned Beatrice to proceed with the next step.

While Hazel is still humping her pussy on Fannie’s face, Beatrice used more rope to spread Fannie’s legs apart with the pulley system. The hinges creaked as Beatrice pulled on the ropes, the black satin panties of Fannie looms into sight.

Fannie was already having trouble fending off the attacks of Hazel’s crotch when she was given more shock as she felt fresh hands running along the insides of her thighs, sending goose bumps on her skin.

“Come on bitch! Enjoy this!” Hazel said as she turned around and laid her pantied covered asshole onto Fannie’s nose, and start massaging Fannie’s breasts through the flimsy material of her white tank top. Fannie wasn’t wearing any bra and her nipples shot out on Hazel’s touch. The soft lycra covering her breasts isn’t offering any resistance against Hazel’s kneading and Fannie is beginning to feel really excited with Hazel’s expertise.

“Mmm…” purred Beatrice as she felt the pussy of Fannie. Running her finger along the protruding lips, and stopping occasionally to pinch at the excited nub of Fannie, eliciting muffled screams.

“Someone is already so wet!” clucked Beatrice as she could feel the moistness through Fannie’s panties as she continuing to rub her crotch with her palm.

Beatrice fingers worked they magic on the hard nub of Fannie’s clit that was now protruding through the tight material, excited from all the attention, pinching and rubbing, just as were Hazel’s fingers who had by now, pulled the flimsy lycra top aside and pinching furiously away on the light oriental-brown nipples of Fannie.

Fannie’s head was swimming now, the sensations from the sensitive spots on her body, the smell of Hazel’s juices and the erotic act is too much for her. She is confuse as to just how she could be excited sexually with these 2 women. In her mind now, there are only the images of their fingers on her nipples and clit, the naughty smell of Hazel’s asshole and Hazel’s slick juices on her mouth.

There’s absolutely no way Fannie could defend herself. Her squirming only adds on to the erotic sensations as the 2 girls added more friction with her actions. She could feel the sensations building up really rapidly and she is completely helpless against this lesbian bondage …

Beatrice gave Fannie a wedgie before pulling her soaking panties to the side to reveal the wet, glistening and pinkish pussy of Fannie. The sweet smell of Fannie’s juices spurred Beatrice on to give her the finest licking action ever, running her tongue along the slit, gathering all the sweetness in its path.

“Cum bitch!!! Cum!!!” screamed Beatrice before sucking down hard on Fannie’s clit! Hazel caught her drift and arches her ass into Fannie’s face and biting down hard on her nipples!

And that was it, the contractions in Fannie’s thighs came and Fannie’s juices overflowed through her pinkish pussy in torrents….

And the last thing she remembered before she black out was the touched of Beatrice’s tongue running along the length of her pussy and lapping up her juices…

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This story follows after Learning Pleasure (https://www..com/s/learning-pleasure). Chronologically, it takes place immediately afterward. I have done my best to make this one readable without reading the first. I think many readers might appreciate the characters more, though, if they read Learning Pleasure before this.

***

She reclined in regal elegance, her massive wine-colored leather wing chair making her look even more petite than she was.

She wore nudity with as much composure as she wore skimpy party dresses. Her generous bosom still rose and fell a little bit with heavy breathing, and her face shone with the look of a woman who has exactly what she wants.

She sat with her legs spread, undecorous, unladylike, and even so, regal elegance still fit her somehow. She grinned down at me, like an oracle with a secret joke, like she knew my future and it was fun.

Her name was Aria Thames, and she had conquered my world and claimed it for her own.

Only eighteen years old, Aria inhabited and personified the beauty of youth from her legs to her breasts to her jet black hair. Child of inherited wealth, she knew exactly what she wanted and expected to get it.

One entered Aria’s world as something she wanted, or one was not allowed to enter it.

I was in Aria’s world.

Naked but for diamonds she had given me, I knelt before her, smiling, playful, happy, and aroused.

She made me feel like a Volkswagen Golf next to a Ferrari. My brown hair framed a face showing it’s first laugh line or two. Willpower and the gym kept my figure from reflecting nearly four decades of life. Hips a little wider, breasts a little smaller, between my legs a little bushier, everything a little plainer than Aria’s perfection.

I had a husband. I had a daughter Aria’s age.

Everyone said Aria, the boss’s daughter, acted like she owned her father’s law firm. I thought it was just rumor and exaggeration, until she wanted me alone and my husband was suddenly called out of town for work.

Everyone said Aria was the most popular girl at school, able to make or break a kid’s social life. I thought that was just teenage melodrama, until Aria wanted me alone, and my daughter was suddenly invited to the popular girls’ first ski weekend.

Spoiled. Wealthy. Beautiful. Arrogant. Commanding. Selfish. Assertive. Aggressive. Demanding.

Aria mixed them all together in a kind of sexual alchemy until the world obeyed her every whim.

Including me.

Over the past two weeks, she seduced me with secret smiles and smoky glances and whispers. I was in awe of her, mystified, willing to be led — eager for it. Aria was graceful, smooth, and utterly, impeccably in command.

***

This story begins moments after Aria and I had just made love for the first time. Or, to be more accurate, after I had just pleasured her for the first time.

Her promise was part of her seduction: “I like teaching women like you to please me. I like teaching naive, demure women the taste of another woman’s pleasure.”

Moments ago, I had learned what was promised. The taste of her still sparkled on my tongue, the smell of her still tickled my nose. The memory of kissing her smooth, hairless vulva was overshadowed only by the reality in front of me, every bit as wonderful as the memory.

Her beautiful sex.

Once a great mystery to me, like a goblet of finer wine than I had ever tasted, now like a new home. Still learning all its secret places, still exploring every hidden place, but settling in and becoming very comfortable there.

Her labia shone with sweat and more precious moisture than that. Full and thick, like perfect fruit, they smiled at me, inviting me back.

The woman herself did the same, with a flash of teeth, a blown kiss, and a crook of her finger.

My first time pleasuring her on my knees hinted at something new about myself — something I had never known before. I loved licking her. I loved feeling her arousal and excitement mount with every movement of my tongue. More than all of that, I loved that I had been told before I came here that it was going to be about her pleasure, and my education, and not the reverse.

So when, at her ease in that huge chair, almost like a queen, she crooked her finger at me, nonverbally saying, “Please me again,” something stirred in me. Desire, yes. But more than desire. Something was awake now that went deeper than lust, deeper, even, than discovering the delight of another woman’s body.

She commanded. I obeyed.

I was shocked to discover that that felt hot — hotter than anything I had ever felt before. I wanted her to enjoy my obedience.

I crawled across the floor. On my hands and knees, neck uncomfortable from keeping my head up to smile at her, I made my way toward my new place in the world.

I tried to sway. It’s a lot harder on all fours than it is walking, but I moved my hands and knees to the center and let the rhythm of each bit of progress move my hips. Under me, my breasts swayed too.

Aria Beylikdüzü Escort twitched her lips up to let me know she appreciated my effort, but said nothing, waiting for me to reach her. I wanted to be there instantaneously. I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to lose my soul between her thighs again. I wanted to breathe in the scent of her pleasure and forget all of my boring, bourgeois past.

But I made myself move slow. This was my second time pleasing Aria. My first, mere minutes ago, taught me a lesson or two. One of them was that Aria enjoyed it more the slower I went. So I made my crawl into sensual art, rather than pouncing on her with the greed and hunger I truly felt.

Her face contained no impatience at all, only approval. That approval hit me like blowing on a fire — it made me hotter. Just the look in her eyes was making my whole body tingle.

I arrived before her throne, the Princess gazing down at me, still simply letting me do this my way. Even then, just a hint of her intoxicating aroma reached my nose. I could hear her breathing. I could only be imagining it, but almost I thought I heard the beating of her heart.

And as I hung my head down for just a fraction of a second to give my aching neck a rest, I saw something and thought something I had never thought before.

Redder than her chair, redder than the dress pooled on the floor beside the chair, Aria’s perfectly painted toenails.

This new desire she had planted in me whispered in my ear. At the merest thought of my next act, the heat in the middle of me became an urgent need.

I looked up at her. I gave her my own grin, as if to say there was still a bit of this show that belonged to me rather than her.

And I bowed my head down to the floor, and pressed my lips to her feet.

The sound that came out of Aria was like a purr and a hum, like a big cat content in the sun, and like a sigh of delight.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm oh Plaything. Oh Plaything. You learn *so* fast.”

In response I breathed on her ankle before touching my lips to it lighter than a feather. Then I licked the base of her calf muscle, and ever, ever so slowly let my wet tongue find its way to her knee.

And then her thighs.

I kissed the inside of one thigh, just above her knee. I moved my head and kissed the other one. I made my tongue broad and flat, and left a wet trail up the inside of her thigh. I moved to the other one and kissed, sucking a bit of skin between my lips, and letting my teeth just barely touch her.

Her hands came down on the back of my head. Her fingers twisted themselves into my hair like kneading dough. She made no move to push or guide me. Her touch by itself was enough.

I trailed my tongue the rest of the way up her thigh, just the tip tickling her, until the smell of her went from being just a hint teasing my nose, to everything I breathed.

I kissed her sex.

Just as if it were an eager, hungry kiss on her mouth, I pressed my face to her and let my tongue explore. At once the ever so slightly bright taste of her was all my world. Her beauty, her spellbinding scent, and the silky smooth feel of her skin took a back seat. The moisture of her arousal covered my tongue. Each lick gave me more of her. I lost myself in the flavor of Aria’s pleasure.

Aria drew in a quavering breath, teetering on the edge of becoming a whimper. “Oh, my beautiful Plaything,” she whispered, toying with my hair.

One small part of my brain took notice of her repeated use of that word. I felt like I should have been a bit mad about it. I felt like I should have felt degraded. But the same unknown something deep inside me that wanted to obey her — the same unknown something that had inspired me to kiss her feet — that unknown something liked it.

That unknown something wanted to hear her call me Plaything again.

I gave myself to the taste of her, lapping it up. My tongue pushed and probed, finding new folds of her flesh I hadn’t sampled yet. My lips caressed and massaged her. Her strong thighs squeezed my head as I devoted myself to serving her.

I wanted new heights for her. I wanted to give her more than I had last time. Earlier I learned the lesson she had promised me: what it was like to give a woman pleasure. But it was no longer enough.

I didn’t just want to know. I wanted to be good at it.

Aria squirmed in her chair, trying to get her vulva at a better angle for me to kiss and lick. I attacked her ever more vigorously, lapping, sucking, kissing, tasting. I wanted every drop of her. I wanted every millimeter of her. I let my tongue delve into her, pushing even just a little bit inside her, truly eating.

Aria was past moaning and whimpering now. Loud cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of her palatial bedroom. Her fingers twisted in my hair, hard enough to hurt, but I barely even noticed. The words that came out of her were rough, demanding, grabby.

I loved it.

“Eat me! Yes! Suck it! Suck my pussy! Eat it Plaything!”

Over Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan and over she twisted those few words into new combinations, each time louder than before, until more than crying out, she was screaming in pleasure.

“YES! DON’T STOP! EAT IT!”

I didn’t need to be told. With a hunger I still didn’t understand, I ravaged her tender flesh as if it were everything. All of existence, all of my world, wet and quivering between her thighs. Life was mouth and vulva, juices and tongue, her greedy screams above me like a primal soundtrack.

I felt like I was almost as rough as she was. As she grabbed my hair and mashed my face against her ever harder, I slavered at her pussy, sucking folds of her skin into my mouth, pushing so hard on her with my tongue it ached a little for me.

“Now Plaything!”

I drew a sloppy, hard circle around her clitoris with my tongue. I could feel how hot her flesh was there, how much heat flowed through her body at that moment.

“NOW!”

And her hands shoved my face to her so hard it hurt my nose. Her fingers, twisted in my hair, hurt as they tugged, and I was afraid of losing control; I thought she might just rub herself off on my nose. So I put my lips around her clitoris and sucked.

The screaming was like nothing I ever heard before. The words “Plaything,” “pussy,” and YES!” were in there somewhere, but it was hard to make anything out she was yelling so loud and smashing all the words together.

I kept sucking her as she came, letting her pull my hair, even liking it. She had a hell of a set of lungs, still shrieking loud enough that if she had any neighbors they would probably be calling the police to report a murder.

She came and came. I loved it. I was lost in it. I forgot there was any other world. I didn’t know I had a husband. I didn’t know I had a daughter. I didn’t know I had a name. I just knew Aria’s ecstatic vocalizations, her sloppy wet sex, her scent on every molecule of air I took in, and the silky smooth feel of her skin. That was life. That was everything. That *was* me. I felt like the experience of Aria’s pleasure encompassed my entire existence.

She finally stopped screaming and, one gulp of air at a time, descended toward breathing something slightly closer to normal. She still didn’t let up on holding me to herself as if she were drowning and I was a life preserver. I didn’t mind. I was happy right where I was.

She eventually eased the pressure of her hands on the back of my head. She didn’t unwind her fingers from my hair, but she transitioned into more playful tugging than pulling as hard as she could. But even then, she gave no sign of releasing me or of speaking. She just came down, caught her breath, and kept herself warm by holding me to her.

Finally she released me. I shifted position to rest my head on her thigh. My heart pounded like the pistons of a V8 engine. Between my own legs was a pleasurable ache more powerful than I had ever known. My body wanted a climax worse than it ever had. I felt a kind of physical longing to be touched there, to have something inside me, to pull it in deeper with my muscles.

Aria gave zero sign that any relief for that ache had even crossed her mind.

“Do you like the position Plaything? On your knees at my feet?”

I giggled, not sure about answering. It was embarrassing to admit how deeply this whole experience was affecting me.

Aria twisted her fingers in my hair. She gave a tug, playful, but enough to sting — a response to my non-answer.

It was almost like being punished.

She reached down to get a finger under my chin, and tipped my head up for locked-in eye contact. Her expression was like a cat that had cornered a mouse. She repeated her question.

“Do you like kneeling before me, Plaything?”

The way she looked at me; the way she grinned, the way she held my hair… She left me no doubt. Aria knew exactly what my answer was going to be, and she *wanted* to hear it. She desired my confession about it.

I gave it to her despite the flaming blush in my cheeks.

“It turns me on. All the cultural baggage about kneeling… like a subject before her Princess, Aria. Like accepting your rule. Yes I like it.”

Her humming purr was almost exactly like the one she gave when I kissed her feet.

“And do you like being called Plaything?”

“I… I wasn’t sure at first. Now… yeah. Yes. I like it. It’s hot.”

Her next words reached my ears like the tinkling of crystal chimes. Her voice drifted down melodically, almost completely alien to the climactic shrieking that had come from her earlier.

“Do you like… *my*… pleasure? she asked, getting more specific, pausing and emphasizing firmly.

I took a deep breath. I felt melodramatic admitting it. “Aria I loved it. I love your ecstasy. I love your climax. I love the taste of you feeling pleasure. I love being the one who’s giving it to you.”

With my head resting on her thigh, she petted my like Esenyurt Escort a cat, stroking my hair, almost purring herself. She took some time before replying, just caressing my brown locks, brushing strands out of my face only for them to fall back down.

“Good. Because you’re going to be doing it all weekend.”

The rest of Friday night, then Saturday, then half of Sunday passed in a symphonic recital of Aria’s ecstasy. Again and again and again and again, sometimes my tongue, sometimes my fingers, sometimes grinding on my thigh, sometimes grinding on my face, screaming, moaning, purring, whimpering, Aria took me through a crash course in her pleasure.

Early Sunday afternoon, I had a rare moment standing on my feet, rather than laying on the bed or kneeling. Aria embraced me from behind, her breasts pressing against my back, her hips to my buttocks, her nose and mouth buried in my hair.

Her hands, around me from behind, tickled my mound, a bit above my labia, just toying with my pubic hair. I was afraid even that was going to make me climax, I was so oversaturated with arousal after a whole weekend of giving and not receiving.

Together, her looking over my shoulder, we stared out the two-story, floor-to ceiling windows of her penthouse, with the city skyline before us, the ocean in view at the edge of the bedroom windows. A thick rug deep enough to bury all of my feet in kept my toes warm against the chill of winter outside.

“It’s about a three hour drive back to your house.”

The words shattered my perfect existence. Aria, her luxurious world, her delectable body, her exquisite pleasure. Gone and replaced with reality.

Husband.

Daughter.

Tiny two-bedroom home in the suburbs.

Housewife.

Tonight’s dinner.

My old world crashed through like a dam bursting, flooding out my new existence.

Plaything had been my name, the only thing she called me, since Friday night. All of a sudden, in my head, I wasn’t “Plaything” anymore.

I was Carol Small, wife of Larry Small. Naked in someone other than Larry’s arms.

And now, for the first time in my life, dealing with a word I had never even imagined before.

Unfaithful.

I unpackaged it in my head. Swirled it around my mouth for the taste. Tried it on. Unfaithful. Cheater. Disloyal. Promise-breaker.

Stripped of all pretense, giving the word all of its hurtful power, I still could not escape the truth. No matter how many different ways I rephrased it, the answer was the same.

Aria’s pleasure was worth it.

This new thrill — this unknown something from the depths of my psyche — it felt too good to let go.

“I don’t want to go home,” I said to Aria, in a long-delayed response to her observation about travel times.

She stroked my hair, petted it, went through some half-hearted braiding. She kissed my ear.

“That’s not true.”

“It is,” I protested, hearing the whine in my voice, ashamed of it, but not willing to give up.

“I like pleasing you Aria.”

“Mmmm…. you’re good at it too.”

“I want to please you. I want to… I want to…”

It was embarrassing to say. It was melodramatic. It felt like the kind of thing characters can only say on screen in hollywood, not in real life. And yet it was true. And I wanted her to know it about me. I wanted the embarrassment that came with admitting it. I steeled myself. I practiced the line a time or two in my head until I could deliver it without fumbling.

“I want to serve you, Aria. I want to obey you.”

Behind me she purred, and she made a sound not unlike the one she made when I kissed her feet.

“Mmmmm, Plaything, you really are a treat.”

“Let me stay.”

“And your husband? He comes home, he finds you gone, he calls the police… eventually they knock on enough doors in the neighborhood that someone tells them about the big black limo that stopped in front of your house Friday night…”

I sighed in her arms. She was, of course, right. She was Aria Thames. She was always right.

I didn’t want what she described. I didn’t want to abandon my husband. I didn’t want to leave him. I didn’t want to leave my daughter.

I just didn’t want my time with Aria to end, either.

“He weeps. Lisa weeps, her grades plummet in school because her mother’s run off with one of her classmates. Probably she takes a swing at me or something…”

I sighed again. “Of course I don’t want any of that. I… I… I don’t know how to make it work Aria. I don’t want to leave my husband. I don’t want to abandon my daughter. But I want to be your Plaything.”

“I don’t usually keep girls for more than a weekend, Plaything. I told you what I like when I kissed you the first time. I like teaching girls to please me.”

“You did! I learned! And Aria, I love it. I’ve never loved anything more. I love your pleasure. I want to keep giving it to you.”

“Teaching,” Aria said.

Just the single word, repeated from her description of what she liked. Just one word. But enough for me to understand.

She liked teaching, and I had already learned.

I just stood there in her arms, not speaking. This was, at the end of the day, not about my wants. Aria was about what Aria wanted. And, like anyone else, I could only give Aria my first time, one time.

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I had just turned eighteen, the first time I ever touched another woman. It was a tender age of experimentation, insecurity, and hedonism. Lots of things happened that year, I bought packs of cigarettes that I never smoked, because I could. I watched porn, and went to adult shops. I did all the things I’d been told I couldn’t do when I was younger. I did it all with my best friend, a few months my elder, we’ll call her Lilly.

I was in my senior year of high school, which was located in the sunny depths of southern California. It was large and full of every type of social grouping one could place students in.

There were the jocks, who were generally always found hanging around with the cheerleaders which had groupies of their own. The thespians, loosely translated to ‘theater geeks’ were the group that ran and performed in all of the high school plays. Auditioning for a play at my high school was a kamikaze mission, no one else ever had a chance of getting in. There were also the partiers; the kind of kids that stormed out of classrooms, got suspended and expelled, dyed their hair obscene colors, and usually had multiple tattoos and body piercings. The gothics, were dark and foreboding, they wore a predictable black, and always brought a stereo to school playing the latest industrial music. The socialites were the rich kids who had BMW’s by the time they were old enough to get their permit.

The final group, which I belonged to, more or less, were the drifters; the ones that didn’t really belong to one particular group, but spent their time wandering around them all.

Lunch time was always an adventure, I was never seen without Lilly. She and I were infamous at our high school. We made it a point to know everyone, and everyone knew us. We were very affectionate, we hugged, cuddled and held hands wherever we went. It was the type of close relationship we had. We were always being called lesbians, it was our trademark. No one was out in high school, so it was a very taboo thing to be called. We didn’t care.

Lilly was one of those girls that everyone wanted, in some way or another. She was intelligent, friendly, and a big flirt. She had smooth, carmel colored skin that came from hours spent playing tennis or at the beach. She wore tight, revealing clothing, but she always left just enough for the imagination. Her breasts were larger than most girls her age, and she had a rock-hard body that she had worked on for years. She was taller than me, at about 5’8,” and she had deep brown eyes that you could sink into. Her face was lightly dotted with freckles and her smile was always so seductive.

Me? I wasn’t every guy’s wet dream, but I had my qualities. I was pretty short at the time at about 5’3.” I had dark auburn hair that glinted copper in the sunlight, pale skin that was smooth and without freckles. My skin tone never changed, Avcılar Escort no matter how many hours I stayed in the sun. I was fragile looking and very feminine. I didn’t carry a lot of muscle, but I was thin and graceful. Lilly always said I had the body of a ballet dancer. My breasts were modest, but proportionate to my body; they filled a sweater just enough to get glances now an again.

The most common compliment I ever received was for my eyes. They change color, you see. Sometimes they’re an electrifying green, or a light hazel flecked with gold. Now and again they’re brown, and when I cry people swear they are an oceanic blue. Whenever someone told me I had amazing eyes, I’d smirk my usual half smile and say “You know you have small tits when someone looks at your eyes enough to compliment them.” That was the kind of girl I was. Funny.

One night, I spent the night at Lilly’s home. We slept on a mattress together in an extra loft in their house that they called ‘the bonus room.’ The bonus room had a 19′ television, two computers and a wet bar. Her parents were loaded, but she never made a big deal about it and often seemed to be embarrassed of it. We spent the night at each other’s house just about every weekend, and always stayed up till three in the morning talking about anything and everything.

It was around one in the morning and I was staring up at the ceiling fan, about six feet above us. I was only half-awake and in all honesty, not really listening to Lilly as she talked idly. I shifted underneath the blankets, still getting comfortable in the tank-top and boxers I was wearing to bed. She hit me in the face with a pillow.

“Hello! Are you listening to anything?” She wasn’t really irritated with me, she was just being playful, she grinned as she looked over at me, propped up on her elbow, her beautiful sandy brown hair spilling over her eyes.

“Yeah… totally… I mean… no. Sorry. I’m just spacing tonight, what were you saying?” I looked sheepishly to her, giving her my ‘puppy’ eyes as I apologized. I looked serious to show her that I was really listening to her this time.

“Have you ever thought about experimenting with a girl?” The second she started talking, her voice got low, and she looked down, you could barely make out the words as they slipped from her mouth. I felt my pulse quicken as she finished her question, my stomach started turning knots and I could feel moisture begin to grow between my legs. I’d been fantasizing about her for weeks now.

It had started one day while I was masturbating. I wanted to try something different, so I pictured her. I imagined taking off her clothes and seeing her muscular, tanned, naked body. I pictured her pert breasts, erect and begging to be touched, sucked on. In the small, secret places of my imagination I let my mouth trail down the Beylikdüzü Escort smooth contours of her body until I saw her open, leaking gash. I thought of how it would taste, sweet or salty? What it would feel like to have her pussy lips sliding underneath my tongue, to feel her shuddering body against me, begging for climax. I made love to her over and over in my mind, and when I was finished I had an earth shattering orgasm. Afterwards, I was hooked, and because of it, I played with my pussy at least once or twice a day.

I mustered as much courage as I could, and answered. “Yeah… sometimes, doesn’t everybody?” My voice cracked, she knew I was nervous. I held my breath, trying to calm myself, afraid she’d hear my rapid heartbeat in the silence.

“If I tell you something… will you promise me you’re not going to get weird, or anything?” She was looking frail and pensive. It was an expression I’d never seen on her, she was always so confidant and unrestrained.

“Sure.” I said, trying not to seem too curious.

“I’ve been thinking about you, like, in a sexual sort of way. I’ve been bi-curious for a few months now, and I’ve really wanted to…” She looked down, she was afraid, I’d never seen this sort of insecurity before. She was so frail and beautiful at that moment, the moonlight came through the window and glinted in her eyes. I wanted to hear her say it, to know she wanted me too.

“No… don’t stop, please, tell me…. Lilly, I want to know.” I whispered, getting closer to her, my throbbing clit was aching with desire, my nipples visible through my white cotton top, my breaths heavy with need.

She saw it then, she saw my passion and for a moment, I saw a hint of a smile. She watched me for a second, and suddenly, that strong, confidant girl was back, full of vigor. ” … wanted to … be with you….”

And I kissed her then, our lips colliding in a torrent of desire. Our nervous excitement and our exhaustion only heightened our arousal. Her lips were so soft, I’d never kissed a man with such tender flesh. Her body was warm against mine. We were clumsy together, fumbling with buttons, giggling with nervousness and embarrassment.

We rolled around on the mattress kissing and exploring our bodies. She was so smooth, all over … so easy to touch. My hot, dripping pleasure box was swelling when I felt her naked breasts in my hands. The soft delicacy of her form intoxicated me with a new kind of arousal. I took command and climbed on top of her sultry body, mounting her, overcoming her. She moaned quietly and watched me with nervous but lust-ridden eyes. I let my mouth explore her, she tasted divine. I cried and she cried, in love, in lust, in want.

When my mouth found her warm, moist vagina I kissed it tenderly as I had kissed her. Her body exploded with movement, writhing as I took Bahçeşehir Escort her with my mouth. I really wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I imagined what I would want, and did it. I licked, and sucked, kissed and explored her sex. She tasted so good, her juices sliding down my throat. I slid three fingers inside her as I drank from her. I filled her up and fucked her slowly, bringing her to the edge and back again and again.

“Please… I… want to taste you. Put your pussy in my mouth.” She begged me, and I obliged. I didn’t want to leave the sweet nectar of her insides, so I slid my body up hers, until I felt her lips touch me. I shivered as she immediately stuck her tongue deep inside my hole. She slid it in and out, exploring my wet cavern as she rubbed me with her hand. The more she did to me, the deeper I dove into her. She moaned into my slit, the sound vibrated inside me and drove me insane with pleasure.

I felt her insides quake on my fingers, the tremors of climax. She convulsed and tightened her legs around my face and pushed me so deep into her that I couldn’t breath. I nearly passed out, but it was incredible. It was like being lost in a sea of euphoria, dancing on the edge of insanity, heated by lust and need.

When she relaxed, she dove back into my pussy with a new fervor, she rubbed my thighs with her hands, still moist from my secretions. She lapped at my clit, tapping it with her tongue again and again, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I held my breath so I wouldn’t scream and felt my whole body explode with orgasm. I shuddered, writhed, and gripped to her tightly until it passed like a wave over my body. It washed slowly over me until every part of my flesh tingled.

When it was over, I fell beside my new lover, and I crawled up to her chest, looking in her eyes. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my face, as I tasted myself on her. We licked each other clean, and stood, both marveling at our naked bodies, then went to take a quiet bath before we slept.

We talked about what we felt while we washed each other tenderly. It was such sensual experience. She’d kiss me randomly, and I’d tickle her, and we’d lay together, basking in the warm water. We dressed again, and finally got to bed at about five in the morning. We fell asleep, in each other’s arms and had to be coaxed awake the next afternoon by Lilly’s sister.

“What are you guys? Married?” She said in her usual snotty way, as she shook us awake. She stared at us, curled up together under the blankets. We merely grinned and said nothing, getting up to join the rest of the family for lunch, as we had slept through breakfast.

Lilly and I never made-love again, she started dating a boy shortly after that night. She was very worried about her parents finding out about her sexuality, and decided it would be for the best if we didn’t see each other that way anymore.

We grew apart as time passed, and eventually she went off to college. I’ll never forget that night we spent together, or the feelings she inspired within me, she’ll forever be the first women I ever touched, and the example I compare all other women to.

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