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6 — Sunday

There was a problem with success; sooner or later you had to face the reality that it was happening, and happening to you. Kim re-read her earnings statement for her last ‘confessional’ novella with a growing sense of dread. ‘How I Became a Catgirl Maid’ had sold enough copies that it almost paid her rent by itself, it had enough positive reviews to get some traction on a few websites specializing in that sort of fiction and, to Kim’s complete bewilderment, people thought it was good! Maybe not perfect, but they liked the idea enough to consider purchasing another one for a friend.

It should’ve been something she was excited about, but the only thing she could think about was Sylvia’s stern expression boring down on her as Kim attempted to sell their family secrets through thinly veiled characters and amateur writing. She couldn’t even say it was some of her best work- there was no justifying what she was doing.

And yet. . .

Kim leaned back in her chair, listening for a moment to the pre-sunrise ambiance of her little apartment– the coughing old man upstairs, the distant thrum of cars trundling by her building, the soft creaks and groans of a world that was just starting to awaken to a new day. None of it knew about what she’d done, none of the people involved had either. Even the pen name Kim had set up was far enough removed from her actual identity that no one could find who’d originally penned it. She’d done everything right and she’d been rewarded for it.

Slowly, as if they’d disappear if she moved too quickly, Kim hoisted her foot up on to her desk and inspected the rosettes she’d pained on her leg. Upon her thick thigh, they were a sign of grace and some measure of dignity that only amplified the quality of her satin uniform. Like her tail, they were part of her persona as the McKenna’s maid. Hadn’t she earned those, too?

Hadn’t she demonstrated a willingness to serve and likewise been rewarded for it? Wasn’t this part of her reward? Would they even care if they knew? Kim traced a finger over one of the patterns as she stared at the spreadsheet that was documenting her future’s history in plain black and white. The numbers didn’t lie, the marks on her body didn’t either.

This was what she wanted. All of it.

But part of being a good maid was being honest, wasn’t it? Kim pouted her lips. To be honest and to serve the family. Maybe she was wrong to think she knew what she was doing, but that didn’t stop her from wanting it to be right. There was something she could do to set this right, something she could undo if it wasn’t wanted and would still help the family no matter what; yes, a small act of contrition.

Kim picked up her old cell phone and dialed her Internet provider. When the pre-recorded message picked up telling her they were closed on Sunday started, she mashed her way through the menu to leave a message. “Hi, I’d like to get service activated at an address out in the Pines area. It can go on my account. . . .here’s the address.”

#

Kim pulled up to the McKenna’s household to find Elliot and Sylvia sitting on the porch beside one another. With no furniture, they looked like teenagers sharing some private moment away from their parents, murmuring about what they’d do when they were finally old enough to run off with dad’s pickup truck and make the world theirs.

Sylvia had her hand behind Elliot’s back and his was upon her bare knee. It poked out from her house coat- a glimpse at the private treasure of her lithe outline. Yet when Kim pulled in they both stood and wandered inside, leaving the door open for their maid. A brief flash of panic surged through Kim as she approached– had they found out? Were they upset?

But the moment she crossed the threshold, Kim began to understand that there was indeed something different about the couple. It wasn’t necessarily something she’d done- something about the way they looked at one another, something in the way they strolled confidently through their kingdom with their servant in tow.

They were masters of their domain and all they surveyed, aware of everything within their reach and all the possibilities those things held. Something had changed between last night and this morning, though Kim couldn’t figure out what it was, there was an undercurrent of warmth to her masters that made them new people in her eyes. Something she hadn’t quite seen before, but something that made them all the more.

As they passed Sylvia’s studio they parted, Elliot continuing down to the study. Their pinkie fingers lopped around each other briefly, tugging playfully before their owners split up. Kim stood there in the throat of the hall wondering about the full ramifications of what she’d just seen but unable to think of any possible downside to that kind of closeness. If anything, it was probably a healthy- and rare- display of affection they shared.

It was that image that started her day and carried with her as she went about her daily chores, that warmth and İstanbul Escort Bayan contentedness the McKennas shared was something missing in Kim’s life usually but she’d long ago resigned herself to the idea of being alone. Not that she was upset about it, she just had different priorities and when push came to shove, she liked her independence and being able to come and go as she pleased. . .

Between cleaning the bathrooms and recovering the laundry the thought occurred to her that she was maybe more feline than she’d given herself credit for. With the exception of having an aversion to water, she had the other traits– independence, a fleeting interest in the company of others, and maybe the occasional desire to claw someone when they tickled her belly. But then there were the other aspects, too: wanting to see a good job done well, to see a home clean and- if she was being really honest- approval of someone, validation that she’d done something well.

It hadn’t just been the McKennas grooming her to be their catgirl maid, it was a fit for her on some deeply personal level she’d never realized. Kim had to smile at that idea, though her smile faltered when she saw the note on Elliot and Sylvia’s bedroom door: “Just leave this be for today.”

Maybe their early morning affections weren’t so out of place after all. The older maid shrugged and finished up collecting the laundry she could. She stopped outside of Rebeca’s room and gave a quick knock.

The girl opened almost instantly- hair splayed out at odd angles and eyes ringed with exhaustion. Oh, but that smile lit up her face the moment it took shape and for just a split second Kim almost forgot where things stood. A passing fancy, but Kim was quick to correct it; she hefted up the laundry basket by way of explanation.

Rebeca looked confused briefly before it clicked. “I uh, I’ll take care of my stuff. But uh, thanks!”

“Are you sure? I can–“

“Yep! Positive!”

“All right, how about lunch?” After a beat Kim glanced down the hall and lowered her voice to a whisper. “And I’d like to talk to you a bit later if you’re not busy.”

That seemed to throw the girl for a loop, she rubbed at her eyes and, as if they were sharing some earth shattering secret, she eyed Kim with theatrical skepticism; squinting. “Is that code for ‘hey, let’s talk about opening a maid cafe?’ Because if it is, I’m not sure I’m ready to commit. I need to paws and reflect.”

“Really?” Kim groaned.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

Kim shook her head with a smile, “I wanted to talk about your Internet situation and-” She paused, uncertain. “I ah, asked the cable company to come out here and install a connection for you. . . .I can still cancel it, and I need to talk it over with your father, but I wanted to let you know. I know it’s important to what you do.”

Rebeca looked at Kim oddly for a moment, as if it never occurred to her that someone would do something like that for her. Then, to Kim’s surprise, she stepped from around the door and wrapped the older catgirl maid in a hug. In that moment it was almost all worth it, the thought that Kim could gain acceptance from the entire family all the way down was a heady concept and something she’d never considered.

It also occurred to her at that moment that Rebeca might’ve been skipping out on wearing something under her thigh length hoodie. As the grey fabric rose higher and higher, cresting her butt, Kim realized she definitely wasn’t wearing anything under it. Half way over her butt, Rebeca realized what she was doing too and drew back, pulling her hoodie down with a furious blush.

Kim did her best to pretend she didn’t see anything, putting on an easy smile and measuring her words. “I’ll need your help to convince Elliot it’s worth it, but I don’t think that’ll be too hard.”

“U- uh. Y- Yep. Yeah.” Rebeca nodded. “Noproblem!” She blurted. “I uhm- I’m gonna go get a shower and get dressed.”

“Sure,” Kim drew back a bit more. “How about lunch?”

“That sounds great. Anything’ll do, thanks. Yep. Thanks!” She smiled bright and disappeared back into her room. No sooner did the door close than Kim could hear Rebeca’s weight slump against it and the telltale scraping of fabric sliding down the wood. Kim did her best not to laugh when Rebeca thumped her head against the door a moment later.

Kim should’ve been ashamed of herself, but there was no harm done, really. Besides Kim knew where things had to stop and she wasn’t about to forget it, either. Her place was to serve the family, not seduce it- with the possible exception of Elliot. . .

After Kim put the laundry in the washer she took orders for lunch and started cooking, delivering a plate of finger sandwiches to Sylvia, a burger for Elliot who’d cooped himself up in his study with a plastic model kit of a World War two fighter plane. He was in the process of assembling the landing gear when Kim set the plate down on his desk.

“The Master has many hobbies, it seems.”

Elliot glanced İstanbul Escort up with those deep eyes and for just a moment he looked ten years younger, like the man in the photograph. But just like that the moment passed and he had that slightly guarded expression and firm mastery of himself that she’d come to associate with the post-soldier Elliot. Some part of her wondered if this was how he dealt with the world; was it creating things that set him at ease?

Maybe it was therapy for both he and Sylvia. Now there was a thought.

The younger man set his work aside, picking up the burger and plate, leading Kim out to the porch. “My grandfather worked for Bell, they made a lot of aircraft for the allied powers during the second World War. So, every once in a while I like to fool around with something and imagine what it might’ve been like for him to be working on it.

“Like, did you know, that the P-39 had was the first fixed wing aircraft to have the landing gear in a tricycle configuration?” He took a bite of his burger, eye’s half closing for a moment. When he looked to Kim that same flicker of youth lit new with excitement. “It also had a pretty revolutionary engine configuration- sitting behind the cockpit.”

“I didn’t know that,” Kim admitted. If only to keep that spark going, to bask in the moment, she took a position beside him. “Who ah, who used it?”

“Ready for this? The Soviets- back when they were an ally, they scored more wins in dogfights than any other allied power. The Thirty Nine’s were absolutely devastating in low and medium altitudes. But, one of the coolest features– are you familiar with the A-10? Big, ugly bathtub with wings and bombs?”

Kim chuckled. “Is that the one that usually has the snarling face on the side?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” He set his food down on the railing and stepped away. “So the P-39 and the A-10 bucked a common trend at the time they were being developed in; they both built the plane around the main gun instead of the engine- engines in the A-10’s case. Usually you built the plane first, then figured out how to arm it.

But the gun that Oldsmobile had made was enough to get the folks at Bell a bit stiff in the pants, so they put this massive cannon in the front where the engine usually went and just ran a long shaft from the prop to the engine– set the cockpit in the middle between the gun and the engine and you’re good to go.”

“Huh, that’s neat.”

“Yeah, it really was. This was in the late thirties, too, you had a lot of stuff just coming into the world. Like nylon, ball pens, and-” he picked up his his burger, “canned beer.” At Kim’s incredulous look he grinned and took another big bite. “Mph, this is great.”

“I’m glad the master approves,” Kim smiled.

Somehow that reminded him of their unspoken contract; his expression softened somewhat and he became more acutely aware that he might’ve been lowering himself in the eye of the family’s maid. He even blushed a tiny bit. Good god, he actually blushed. Kim wanted to laugh but she knew that’d only make it worse, so instead she wandered over to his side and leaned against him, looking up with a small smile.

She whispered in a sultry purr, “May I do anything else to please, master McKenna?”

Just like that, all was right with the world. His gaze traveled from hers to her neckline and the swell of her cleavage, reminding him of what was ostensibly the family secret. He smirked, confident in the knowledge his secret life was protected. “I think I’m going to finish up my project– just let me know when dinner’s on, hm?”

“Of course, master McKenna.”

“Mph,” Elliot pushed off. “Thank you, kitten.”

Kim smiled to his back.

#

For Rebeca, it was finger sandwiches and chilled tea. It was a shot in the dark, maybe, but it made all the sense in the world to Kim; if the girl was going to be playing games and making videos, quick food would be the life blood that kept things moving smoothly. It’d been how she’d survived her multi hour marathons at the keyboard, after all.

The walk up the stairs was gloriously torturous as the heavy tail attached to her plug swayed and bobbed, teasing her private shame with every step until she knocked on Rebeca’s door. A shameful thrill ran through the older maid at the briefest notion she might see more of the girl than she should have–

It seemed that her time in service to the McKennas had warped her perceptions of what constituted ‘service’ in the first place. Maybe that wasn’t an all together bad thing, but it still made Kim’s heart tense. Maybe she should’ve just left this stuff at the door and gone back downstairs.

Maybe.

She gave another knock.

“Uh, yeah come in!” Rebeca said.

The entire air of the room had changed between their last conversation; a box light hung in the corner shining a diffused warmth over the girl while a the camera beside it stared her down with a sharp red LED, it’s aperture wide open and drinking in everything she did. Beside Escort İstanbul her laptop was another screen with dozens of quickly scrolling chat messages and a real time feed of Rebeca herself and a sliver of the door in frame.

Rebeca was lounging in her chair clutching her gamepad while the screen of her laptop spewed out images of some swat team entering a house. To complete the quasi-tactical appearance of the situation, the girl was muttering into a mic mounted on her headset. “Four on balcony, looks like a shield on the stairs and he’s got two gas grenades.”

Kim edged around the field of view of the camera and held up the lunch by way of offering, earning a grateful smile. She reached out to accept the food just as some light flashes in the game burst up. Quickly Rebeca fumbled for her control, muttering. “Shit, shit. No! Not the face!”

In a moment she was ducking and weaving in game, returning fire as best she could. Her and her opponents traded fire while the girl relayed the situation- presumably to her comrades- with masterful precision: “Shot! Face! Nuuu- shit.” After she died in the next split second of a firefight she tossed her control down with mock frustration. “So ends the kill streak of ‘button butt’, guess when she said she wanted to get gauges in her ears, someone thought she meant 12 of them.”

Accepting the food with another gracious smile, she gave Kim a brief ‘want to try?’ motion with the control.

“No thanks, uh. . . .I haven’t played anything since like Mario. Even then I was terrible at it.”

“Be right back!” Rebeca said to the camera, she hit a button on her computer and removed her headphones. “You don’t have to be good at games, you just have to be entertaining.”

“It’d be like watching a cat in a tumble dryer.”

“Or puss in boots.”

Kim felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Stop.”

“Not even for charity?” She waggled the control suggestively. “No? Fine, wuss. Thanks for lunch, though. . . .maybe some other time.”

For some vague reason Kim felt a brief wash of shame at that– this girl didn’t have anyone to play with and from everything Kim had seen, neither she nor her father talked much. She was probably lonely. There was still work to do, though, Kim reminded herself. Still dinner to start and laundry to put away.

“Maybe some other time,” Kim repeated with more weight behind it before turning to leave. She got as far as the door before Rebeca called out.

“Oh, hey.”

Kim looked back. “Hm?”

“I’m gonna guess my dad doesn’t have a good rice cooker, so if you’re going to do that, could you let me know? I’ll give you a hand.”

“Uh, sure. Thanks.”

She was all smiles as the door closed- some private, mischievous kind of smile. Kim didn’t give it much thought until the girl showed up outside the laundry room about ten minutes later all harried and exasperated. “Neko-Milf!”

“Uh.”

Rebeca giggled. “I know! My chat is losing its shit begging for the return of Neko-Milf.” She strode forward with her hands spread, the forearms of her long sweater drooping down like noodles. “Wanna play a quick round?”

Then it clicked. The smile, the playfulness. She was setting Kim up! “You did that on purpose.”

A cheshire smile lit the girl’s features as she closed in a little and pivoted on her heel to turn her head up with a look of innocence that would’ve fit a hungry shark just as well. “Totally didn’t- okay, maybe I did, but come onnnn it’s for Make a Wish.”

Kim frowned at that.

“Pah-leaseeee?”

There was a line Kim should’ve been able to draw in the sand, but that only really extended to the masters of the house, didn’t it? “You asked and I said no. I don’t want to be on camera and–“

“But Kim,” she whined pathetically in that way that had no sincerity behind it. “You’re beautiful in that uniform- and think of the kids!”

“The only kid I’m thinking about right now is the one I’m about to strangle. I said no.”

“Harsh! Okay, you’re right and I’m sorry. . . .kind of.” Rebeca looked reasonably admonished but Kim wasn’t buying it. After a moment her suspicions were proven right when Rebeca stepped back. “I’m still calling you Neko-Milf.” Right before she sprinted back upstairs leaving Kim to stare after her with no clear idea what to think.

What the hell was ‘neko’, anyway?

#

For dinner- and, honestly, just for spite- Kim prepared a large meal of rice, steak and seared peppers with peaches and cream pie for desert. Elliot had finished his plane project and was the first to emerge from his den. Kim didn’t even hesitate to ask him about the neko thing.

“Neko? It’s a word for cat.” He stepped around behind her and, with a gentle push, pinned her against the kitchen counter to whisper in her ear. “Kim the nekomimi. Our very beautiful cat girl.”

Kim’s breath hitched as she held the bowl of peppers she was going to put out. Tentatively she leaned back. “The master is kind to say so. . .”

“Its a shared opinion.” His hands traced her curves, clutching her hips just for a moment. Trailing back. Further with those powerful fingers that could’ve had anything and done no wrong. Trailing down across her meaty flanks to cup her ass. And just like that in the next moment he was gone.

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Given my biography you it’s not too difficult to imagine my life’s story was written out for me ahead of time, and sometimes I wonder if it was. There wasn’t a lot of choice in my life and that’s probably why… well, I’m getting ahead of myself. Hey there, I’m E.

Am I that pretentious as to go by a single letter? Not quite. I was born Emma, however my mother passed away shortly after my birth and there was apparently no other family members or so I’ve been told. Just another orphan in and out of the foster care system. I picked up another name later on, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. I think it’s better to explain how I got to where I am. Looking back on it, it sounds a lot worse than it actually was.

I don’t remember the early years much at all, but I knew what foster parents were. And while none of them were bad or anything like that, it just felt different. Not much stability, yadda yadda. Not the biggest deal until junior high hit. Things started to change then, or I got a bit older than a girl should be at fourteen years old.

Social status started to matter so much more, and I had almost none. I wasn’t very open back then, never knowing when I’d be moving on to another home, and I had very little for clothes. I was a bit of a tomboy actually, if only because I was constantly wearing hand me downs, generic clothing bought on sale at Wal-Mart.

Puberty also kicked in, though not as much as I wanted. From a kid’s simple point of view, I could see that the guys always liked the girl’s with the bigger boobs. It was just super interesting to me. I didn’t own much, a few gifts on my birthdays, the bare bones basics, but my prize position was my phone. It was mine and it followed me wherever I went. So I could keep in contact with… well, the occasional friends I had, ostensibly. In reality, it held all of my life, it followed me from place to place and if you could dissect its’ you’d probably be shocked.

I moved around a fair bit, and let me tell you being the new girl in school every year as an experience is a special treat, and a crash course on how mean girls can be when we’re young. I was mostly an outsider by choice, preferring to spend my time alone and online. That phone was a life saver, a real trooper. For example, did you know Google is really great at explaining why you’re bleeding out of your vagina? I’m not sure if you ever got any talk from the good ‘ol parents, but they all just seemed to presume I knew this stuff. Thank god for the public school system in a major eastern state, right?

I’m told puberty kicks in hard for boys, and I was interested. Really interested. If Google could tell me what a period was and what to do about it, it sure as hell could show me cocks. Lots and lots of cocks. When I found masturbation, it seemed nice at first, until I had my first orgasm wondering what one would feel like in my hand. I had absolutely no idea, but they were soft then hard, and it just fascinated me and turned me on. On the other hand, I wasn’t much different than any other teenage girl, I had crushes, there’s some mean bitches from grade eleven who I hope to never think about again and I was way too consumed with pop culture.

I also was keenly aware I wasn’t one of the popular girls. I wasn’t bad looking, but I wasn’t good looking either. I was pretty gangly even at 16, an A-Cup and skinny to boot. I knew I wasn’t one of the hot, popular girls, and that was always made clear in one way or another. I wasn’t however, completely jealous. Things with guys were extra awkward, but they definitely were a lot… friendlier. Being the new girl certainly didn’t help, but I think it may have been my friendliness with the boys that put the nail in my coffin.

Crappy euphemism aside, what I’m trying to say is I was kind of generically slutty. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the hopping around, the orphan thing combined with puberty kicking in, I was horny and boy crazy. The popular crowd was never my thing, but I fit in well enough with some of the outcasts, and some of them were boys who happened to have dicks. Not gonna lie, I gave up my V card to the first guy who seemed interested. I liked the attention, and I was incredibly eager to try sex.

I’d been to his home a few times to work on a school project. We were friendly in that awkward way, and he was OK. So, I went over one day after school when both his parents were working, and we got slightly tipsy on his parents alcohol then made out. It was an amazing feeling, as he was clearly very in to touching me, and he asked if he could touch my breasts, and I said “Sure, if I can touch your dick.”

In fairness, he did OK for a first time. Sure, he was basically groping at my chest which was kind of awkward and weird, and he seemed very focused. I, however was feeling embarrassed, because it felt good and I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and god damn my pussy felt warm. I put my hand against his crotch, and I could feel his hand flinch on my breast as if he jumped. This was fucking cool! He had been a fair bit bigger than I was, and it was clear as day how İstanbul Escort Bayan much pleasure I was bringing him with just a touch.

Just a little bit of time, maybe a minute or so, but I felt the heat between my thighs pulsing each time I rubbed just a little bit against his member. I hadn’t ever felt anything like it even if I wasn’t really touching it, I loved the way he reacted when it did. When someone is so clearly in pleasure, and you’re the cause, it’s just a turn on. I wanted more, and offered to take my bra off if he took his underwear off.

Little fucker turned it on me and said if his underwear was going off, so was all of mine. Only fair. I hadn’t been thinking of going as far as fucking at that point. But, that’s when I learned something about myself. Sometimes, my need for sex just takes over. I’m told this isn’t the case for most of you not-me people. In perhaps not the most healthy of ways. Sex ed? Out the window, he’s definitely a virgin, and I know I’m a virgin, no condom, and I had just had my period, so I was safe, right? Not really, but nothing bad happened anyways.

I had all those things in my mind, and I knew I was going to move again next year, who knew where, when would I have the chance again, and he was pretty OK as far as guys went and he certainly liked me. I went down on him and instantly fell in love. It was like getting this overwhelming approval, and the harder he got the better I felt.

Wasn’t as certain about the pre-cum, that wetness. In hindsight, he was as decent as could be and after the pain of my hymen being broken in faded. He certainly filled me up with cum, but I didn’t quite get there but damn did I get close. Not even the most awkward fuck I’ve had, and just touching my clit basically set me off when I was ready. I had the silly thought that I was a woman then. Certainly more of one than the popular girls, who I’m sure weren’t putting out.

I put out for that guy for the rest of that school year too. I lucked out, he wasn’t the clingy type and was fine with just wanting to fuck, and we had some kind of bond. After all, I helped him clean the fluids leaking out of me onto his parent’s blanket, since he mounted me on their bed, that’s gotta make a bond, right?

Next year was no different, and it sucked. We still found ways to hook up, but I was hours away from him in a new school, and it wasn’t a love thing. It stopped before the next school year had even began, actually. Not getting laid was frustrating as hell. First world problems, right? Kind of.

Being able to let loose and get a good fucking and the complete high I got off the attention was relaxing me enough to deal with the fact that I was going to be out of foster care in a couple of years, would have nowhere to live, no money, no clothes and college was a dream.

A literal dream, I wanted to go to college, I wanted to study and learn and do all the fucked up sex shit you can only do in college. Being a college girl seemed incredibly important at the time. Kind of a lot of problems for a seventeen year old on her sixth set of foster parents.

The more things got real, the more I ran away from them. Which is why I unsurprisingly ended up taking the virginity of a cute stoner guy. Somehow, weed was easier to come by than alcohol, and getting stoned and having sex was really fun, plus hey, help with my homework! Again, to be honest here, I was definitely that girl that got stoned on a regular basis. That was the first guy I did anything slightly kinky with. He seemed to love blowjobs even more than fucking me, and I loved how I felt when he’d rub his cock against my face. I loved playing the happy slut, and it didn’t seem to matter too much for whom, as long as I was pleasing them, whoever it was.

I basically slept around with, jeez, I don’t remember, like seven or eight guys that year? Gotta tell you, I am not a role model here. I’ve analyzed it a whole bunch of ways, but the constant lack of stability and my impending future resulted in a teenage girl who loved attention and avoiding reality. Go figure, what are the odds, huh?

I was also deeply insecure that at 17 I was at best going to end up a B Cup. But they could get bigger, right? If I was pregnant, they’d go up in size. The thought terrified me, and I had been on the pill since about a day after I lost gave up my virginity. I ended up pretty jealous of my larger breasted sisters shall we say. It seemed so incredibly unfair that I felt judged purely on my chest, after all we can’t see what’s between a guy’s legs. It didn’t seem the same, at least at the time.

The last two years of high school were kind of awful. I actually bit the bullet and looked for work. And looked. I told myself it was to save for after I was 18, but that never really happened. Instead, it became buying things. I wanted to wear better clothes, more feminine and try out different styles. I ended up at McDonald’s on weekends though, not exactly a life goal.

I wasn’t proud of it, but I wasn’t ashamed either. It was the first time in my life I really had any İstanbul Escort money outside of the occasional allowance. Money was rare to me to the point I kept my lunch money safely aside every day, using it as sparingly as possible.

I found the cuter I dressed, the more boys liked to do things for me, and that forced me to grow up even faster. I’m not any kind of monster, and guys can and definitely do want more than just sex, and I didn’t want to use them. At the same time, the greatest thing to look forward to was hanging out while some guy’s parents were gone and getting stoned and trying out new things sexually.

For example, I have no clue what the hell the guy who wanted to put ice on my nipples was thinking, but I certainly didn’t mind, plus he had pizza. I was very cultured, obviously. Life was about getting fucked, dreaming of studying at college.

My final year was the most overwhelming of them all. If only because half way through, I aged out of the system and ended up staying where I was until the end of the school year. The “it” girls were particularly vicious that year when their leader’s ex dumped her and a week later I was sucking his cock in the boys bathroom.

I don’t get the big deal, they’d broken up. I had felt particularly good, since I was putting out for him and she hadn’t. I got called a slut a lot behind my back and in the end he got angry being with someone who had more sexual partners than he had fingers. He moved on instantly, to a girl with significantly larger breasts than mine.

I was eighteen then, and after an evening of fucking a college guy who’s marijuana supply we had inhaled and his cum was leaking out of me, it occurred to me that my worries were less about the fact that when I graduated that I would have to find a place on my own, and I hadn’t saved nearly enough in my year of part time work in the illustrious world of fast food service than that I was rather untethered in the world.

I’m actually naturally quite good at the whole school thing, even if guys didn’t mind doing my homework for a blowjob when needed, but grades weren’t a problem for getting in to college. So, you might be asking “E, why are you telling me all this? I’m here for some kinky fucked up sex shit!” And to that, all I can say is: it’s coming! I just told y’all I was a poor teen girl whose legs spread for pizza and weed.

Not exactly the high point of my life, though some of the sex was great. A lot of it was just awkward, like when you blow a guy behind the bleachers after he does your essay that was too boring to hold your attention, y’know? Almost purely transactional.

The problem with being as untethered to the world as I was is that all those things that hold you back for everyone else? They didn’t hold me back. I was plenty depressed about my lack of parents, a rather large chip on my shoulder I would say, and the lack of any safety at all. I was about to be responsible for me.

I had no close friends, and I would need to provide for myself. And how dumb I may be is debatable, but I knew I could do sexual things for money if needed. At least, that’s how I thought of it at the time.

The problem was that most women are constrained in that manner. Mom and dad, some extended family, friends, it’s just normal. It wasn’t for me. Sometimes I ask the normal folks what they think they’d feel if they had nowhere to go home to, no one looking for them and they were stranded in a strange city with no money. They seem very troubled by the whole prospect, and that was about to be my future. My very, very soon future.

That whole untethered thing is a real pain in the ass. The issue was I liked the idea of doing sex work. I liked it a lot. Lots of women had done that, stripped to put themselves through law school. While it’s awful some are forced to it by chance it seems, I don’t feel I was. Says the teen slut fucking and sucking her days away, anyways.

I was certainly capable of having sex with people I didn’t even like that much at that point, but I still knew them at least a bit. Possibly having sex with strangers for money though was…I would be a prostitute.

Just to be clear, you would be very wrong if I didn’t think about it almost all the time. It was part of the reality I was trying very hard to ignore. I was submerged in the same world as every other kid with Internet access, the same TV shows and movies and songs, the same basic education. I knew exactly what kind of problems were tied to sex work, all the ones you’re taught about and are everywhere in media.

I wanted to do it. The thought of soliciting some guy for sex meant god knows who could be fucking me, and that aroused me. And frankly, I just presumed it’d be all guys a fair bit older than me. Which, um, confession time, isn’t much of a problem for me. Guys have told me all about the hot teachers they’d like to fuck, and I can see it, there are definitely some hot women who are teaching.

Me? Just your average messed up high school girl with no clear male role model and utterly aloof male foster parents. I Escort İstanbul found myself masturbating while imagining random older adult men that I’d see on public transport.

I think that was the kicker for me. I was eighteen, but everyone else around me felt so much younger. They could all just keep going to school for another few years, take vacations and all that. Their life had some sort of vaguely defined plan to follow. Not easy, but stable and safe. They knew weren’t worried about a roof over their heads or food to eat, let alone paying for college. But now, now I was an adult.

And that was terrifying. It was complete and absolute freedom with all attendant responsibilities. I was still basically a young girl, but definitely in adult territory now without all of the basic ties most people take for granted. There literally was no mother or father for me to take into consideration in any sense, no expectation to be anything for anyone.

That played deeply into my fantasies, which were becoming more… uh… How to explain this. I’m going to try and make this clear for you guys: You ever jerk off, then realize “Wow, I can’t believe I just masturbated to that?” Well, I was imagining myself spreading my legs for some random guy, at least a decade older than me, with breasts that were way larger than I could imagine. The whole thing drove me wild. I would imagine every aspect of it, and when I finally orgasmed it didn’t escape me how weird it was that I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I can’t tell you how many times I had thoughts like that when I masturbated, even though I never said a word of this to anyone. And then I graduated. A lot of people told me they looked forward to graduation, but for me it was frightening. Everyone else was going on vacation, getting ready for college or anything else.

But the day after graduation for me was the rest of my life. My grades were fine, I passed, but I hadn’t applied to any colleges, couldn’t afford it. Especially not the path I wanted, which was veterinary school. Or, y’know, becoming a sex worker.

I was given a few extra weeks, but my latest foster home had to make room for someone new coming shortly. I definitely had a small collection of cute outfits, and they and my phone came with me to my first apartment. I’d saved a good chunk from my part-time work, but not more than a couple of months worth, and I wasn’t in any decent apartment, but at least it wasn’t far work, which I was going to do full time for now. I needed the money.

Going from having classes and exams and free time to fuck around even work the weekends to having to be a cashier at McDonalds for forty hours a week, it’ll fuck with you too. All of my sex friends, the ones who stayed in touch anyways were busy with school, and we barely had time to meet up, even though I was more than happy to open my legs for them. Some days I was just too tired though, and those days piled up quickly. I spent many quiet nights trying to figure out how many times a month I’d have to rent my body for sex in addition to my regular pay to make enough money to go to college.

Like I mentioned before, sometimes my pussy takes over. It had been taking over on this various topic for almost two years now, and it wasn’t letting go. Wasn’t I allowed to? I was in the perfect position – no ties to anyone. But what would someone in the future think of me? But there were many women who did it. Escorting was a thing, though that kind of frightened me, I didn’t know how to be an escort. I knew how to suck a mean dick and I loved the way men made me feel.

After four months of a full time jobs ringing up people’s orders and taking coupons until midnight and depression and horniness, I finally made a compromise with myself: there were plenty of websites for streaming sex. Maybe that would be enough, and the thought of getting naked on camera and masturbating for men made my pussy clench up in excitement. Thousands, if not tens of thousands of other girls did it, why not me? Just another girl doing porn, no big deal.

Big enough, because it meant being on camera. All of me. My insecurity flared, I wasn’t especially attractive, my breasts were barely a B-Cup, my hair certainly wasn’t perfect or any part of me, just a girl pushing nineteen whoring herself out online for men’s pleasure.

And I obviously wasn’t going to be using my real name and I like to stay I stuck with the “E” for some special reason, after all the only thing my birth mother had given me was a name, and now I was going to change it, I could at least keep the “E” at the start? A deep, insightful thought! Yeah, that’s not exactly me, and the truth is I had watched V for Vendetta the night before, and thought the name “Evie” was cute, so that’s what I used.

There’s no exciting story, I had an old hand me down laptop with a crappy camera, but it was enough. If I could make a few hundred bucks by masturbating, that’d be good enough, right? Turns out it’s more difficult than you’d think to attract paying customers, and the first few times I tried being “Available”, absolutely no one joined in. Bummer, but not totally, as I definitely got way more “in the mood” the first few times I convinced myself I was ready, only to be let down by the lack of customers. My tits were not big enough? I wasn’t a blonde, so maybe that was it?

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My name is Alisha Joseph. I’m a Haitian-American woman living in America. What I mean by that is that I am ghetto fabulous. As in, gifted with a lot of what’s great about a woman, physically and mentally. I stand five feet ten inches tall, and I’m a whole lot of woman. I’m a caramel-skinned sister with long black hair and a curvy, pleasingly plump body. I’m not afraid to show what God gave me. Whether it’s my 32-D breasts or forty-inch black booty. Yes, you read right. A lot of women blame everyone under the sun for their shortcomings. I don’t have that problem. I’ve accepted myself a long time ago.

By day, I work as a security guard at Copley Mall in Boston. If I throw my five-eleven and two-hundred-pounds at you, you’re going down. Unless you’re built like Shaquille O’Neal, in which case I’d run from you. By night, I go to Boston College, where I am studying Criminal Justice. I want to be a cop someday. It runs in the family. My father Robert Joseph was a police officer in Boston for over twenty years. My mother Ellen Armand Joseph was a district attorney in Suffolk County for ten years. Law enforcement runs in my blood. It’s a calling that I cannot deny. But that’s not what this story is about. I’ve got a hot and spicy story to share with you.

It’s about me and my boyfriend, Mitchell Denver. I’ve been dating Mitchell for a year now. He’s a tall, lean and wiry guy with golden brown skin and curly black hair. He’s biracial. Part white and part black. A really beautiful guy. He goes to Emerson College where he is studying Entertainment Management. He’s really good at what he does. He’s also a very sexy brother who likes Chubby girls. I count myself lucky to have in my life. Mitchell is a very special guy and I mean this in the best way possible. Still, lately, we’ve hit a bit of a bump in our romantic road. I discovered something about Mitchell which shocked me. Mitchell, my six-foot-two, college basketball player boyfriend swung both ways. He was bisexual. I discovered a bisexual porn video in his backpack and confronted him about it. To his credit, he was honest with me. Although I was a bit upset, I was grateful for his honesty and we stayed together.

What gaziantep escort bayan can I say? I loved the guy. Still, the fact that he was bisexual did complicate things a bit. I’m the kind of girl who prides herself on being able to satisfy her man’s needs. Mitchell told me about his sexual past, which involved both men and women. I was a bit jealous of the men he slept with because they gave him something I couldn’t give him, no matter how much I loved him. Mitchell and I hadn’t been the same since he told me his secret. He thought I was a bit homophobic. I wasn’t. Well, maybe a little bit. Usually, I felt threatened that some woman might come along and take him from me. Now, I had to worry about men as well. That’s enough to make anyone nervous.

Still, I was determined to keep my man so I did some reading about bisexual men. I read some of their stories online. A lot of bisexual men were lonely and they hid their true selves from wives and girlfriends. Some of them feared that their families would reject them if they found out. After reading so many of their stories, I felt sad for them. What saddened me even more was the fact that the Black community was the most homophobic community of all. I began to understand my man better. A little research had been so helpful. So, I decided to surprise him one night.

One night, Mitchell came home. The Emerson College men’s basketball team had suffered a defeat at the hands of a rival team. My man was not a happy camper. So, I decided to make him feel good. First, I showed him some delicious Chinese food which I had ordered, and we ate together. We watched a great action movie together, and then I took him to bed. I unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. I took his clothes off. He didn’t have to do anything, except let me take care of him.

All that touching had gotten him aroused. I could see his erect cock peeking through his underwear. So I removed the underwear and looked at his cock. Mitchell had a seven-inch, ripe and thick uncircumcised cock. My man was a natural man. Just the way I liked them. I looked at his cock hungrily, then smiled at him. I took him into my mouth. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. While sucking him, I slid one of my fingers into his asshole. He gasped in surprise and looked at me. I froze. Was he going to ask me to stop? If so, I was ready to stop. But he didn’t. I continued what I was doing, fingering his asshole while sucking his dick. Amazingly, his cock seemed only to get harder in my mouth. I slid another finger in his anus, and felt his ass tighten around my fingers. I fucked his ass with my fingers and sucked on his cock and balls. It wasn’t long before he came all over my face. I don’t usually let men come all over my face but since I loved him, I made an exception.

I drank his seed, which tasted delicious. All men taste different. Some of my past lovers tasted great, others were okay. I’ve never sucked a man who tasted bad, though. Every man has a different smell and taste. The masculine scent is my favorite. I’m addicted to it. While sucking his seed out of his cock, I kept fingering him. I noticed that the more I fingered him, the harder he got. Also, he moaned in pleasure, which was new. Usually, he wasn’t very vocal in bed, though he was always very masculine and demanding. Just the way I like my men…in my bed, of course.

I finished sucking him and looked up at him. He looked at me. I grinned and got up. From his expression, I could tell he was surprised. Well, I had a surprise in mind for him. I went into the bathroom, and took some lube. I applied it on myself, before returning to the bedroom. Mitchell was waiting for me. I smiled. He gestured for me to come to him. I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows. Instead of joining him on the bed, I did the unexpected. I went on the floor, on all fours. With my hands, I spread my butt cheeks wide open. I could see understanding slowly creep into his handsome face. He smiled and hurried to me.

Mitchell knelt behind me, and caressed my sexy buttocks. I could see his big dick swinging between his legs. I love the male anatomy, especially his. I couldn’t wait to feel this bad boy inside of me. Mitchell put on a condom and rubbed his cock against my asshole. I gritted my teeth in preparation of what was to come. Now, even though this was my idea and I had taken the initiative, I had never been fucked in the ass before and I was more than a little bit scared, though I would never admit it. Thankfully, Mitchell was gentle with me.

He slid his cock into my rear slowly, inch by inch. I gasped as he began to fuck me. It was painful at first but once we got going, it started to be fun. Inch by inch he went inside me. My flesh yielded under his thrusts. I licked my lips, totally into it. A lot of women I know say that they will never let a man fuck them in the ass. Those women don’t know what they’re missing. Anal sex feels really good when done right. Patience and lube are required. Mitchell grabbed my hips and thrust into me. Slowly at first, then he picked up the pace. I fingered my pussy as he fucked my ass. He began to give it to me, hard and fast. I groaned, and begged him for more. He took me like this, fucking me harder and faster. I screamed. I yelled. I laughed. I cried. I was getting drilled in the ass by my boyfriend’s cock and I was loving every minute of it. When he came and pulled out of me, I didn’t want it to end. Thankfully, he put it back moments later, to finish me off.

Later, Mitchell and I lay on the bed. I looked at his handsome face, and smiled at him. He was so handsome. I loved this man. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. The fact that he was bisexual had been messing with my head lately but I knew I had pleased him tonight. I was happy to know that I still knew how to work it in bed with my man. Mitchell confessed to me that he had never fucked anyone in the ass before. Usually with his male lovers, he was a bottom. Well, that surprised me. I sighed. He could fuck my bottom anyone, after tonight’s session. I’d rather he stay with me and fuck me than be out there with some guy, risking his life and health. When he went to sleep, I stayed awake, watching him. He was so beautiful. I know what you’re thinking. You probably think I’m obsessed with him. I’m not. I simply love the guy and I want to keep him all to myself. Most women couldn’t handle being in a relationship with a bisexual man. I’m not most women. I never have been. Somehow, we’re going to make this work. I love this guy and I will never tire of him. Will he tire of me? I pray not.

The End.

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She saw him as she was leaving customs. Fading red hair and graying beard, bright blue eyes with glasses, just like in his picture. When he saw her too he smiled, not big, a little bit shy, but she could tell he was happy to see her. Seeing that, knowing that made her smile too.

He threaded his way through the crowd to her and offered to take her bag. As they left the airport together, he asked about her flight (it was pleasant, everything went smoothly) and getting through customs (that was a royal pain in the ass). As they walked side by side their hands brushed, and his fingers moved as if to take her hand in his, but then shied away.

She received a bit of a shock when they stepped out the building. The cold was forceful, almost aggressive; bundled up as she was still her nipples tightened. In Bogotá it had been 68 degrees and a sunny day. In Boston it was nighttime and 28 degrees, colder than most nights ever got back home. When she mentioned this to him, he told her sheepishly that January and February nights were even colder here.

They got on the bus that would take them to his car and bundled up as she was, she was still shivering. He took her in his arms, rubbing her shoulders and back to warm her up. She gave him a thankful look even though it didn’t really help as much as just being close did, sitting together, thigh to thigh.

They arrived in the parking lot, and once they found his car she had to laugh. It was the only car that could have been his. While so many other cars had stick figure family decals in their back windows, his had a silhouette of the Beatles on the Abbey Road crosswalk.

He laughed with her, then leaned in like he wanted to kiss her. Something held him back though, perhaps only that, despite all they’d shared he was still quite shy.

She wanly smiled back and shivered hard. “It’s cold.”

“I’m sorry, yes, let’s get going.” He rushed around to the passenger door and held it open for her, then closed it behind her after she was settled inside. He took care of her bag, got into the car himself, then started it, keeping the fan on low until the heater could take effect. As they pulled out of the parking lot he turned to her. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Yes?”

“It’s going to snow tonight. It’s supposed to start any moment now, actually.”

She beamed with delight, peering out the windows into the night. She’d never seen snow before.

He continued. “Driving on snowy roads can be dangerous so…I got us a hotel room.”

She looked at him slyly. “One bed or two?”

He glanced at her apologetically while focusing on the road. “They only had a single. I was lucky to get a room at all. Sorry.”

The thought of sharing a bed with him made her feel a little nervous and a bit excited at the same time. She trusted him, he had always behaved like a gentleman towards her, treated her like a lady — until she wanted him not to, that is. But they had only interacted with one another online before, this trip was breaking new ground for them both. They had discussed intimacy and sex before, in great detail, going so far as simulating sex as much as the internet allowed, with words and images and toys.

But this would be for real this time. She cared about him a great deal, and knew he felt the same for her. She didn’t want to lose or damage their relationship.

Taking all this into consideration, more than anything else, she wanted their first sexual encounter in the real world to aile içi seks hikayeleri be nothing short of amazing for him, for them both.

All these thoughts were pushed into the background when she saw her first snowflakes.

They drifted down out of the night sky, floating in the lights, muffling sound. They were nearly alone on the road, moving slowly, the only sign of a world around them the trippy ethereal music playing softly on the radio. It was a song she hadn’t heard before, but then he was always introducing her to new music. As the air inside warmed up the car grew cozy and comfortable, and the trip grew to feel something like a dream the two of them were sharing.

She closed her eyes to luxuriate in the thought of that kind of intimacy with this man she’d known for so long but had only just met. Butterflies fluttered in her belly at the notion.

Slowly as they were travelling their trip came to an end before long. He drove the car carefully into the hotel’s parking lot, turned it off and opened his door. As he was gathering their baggage she left the car herself, her face to the sky. She spun slowly, her hands out, almost dancing, allowing herself to enjoy this new experience like a child.

“Have a taste.”

She looked at him quizzically.

He shrugged. “Everyone does, especially the first time. That they’re generally younger might have something to do with it though. Everyone else I know saw their first snow when they toddlers.”

She laughed and stuck out her tongue. The snow felt like gentle pinpricks of cold, like tiny bits of ice on her tongue.

He asked, “Can I tell you something?”

She looked at him and nodded.

He took a deep breath before meeting her eyes. “Part of the reason I got the room here tonight is because I didn’t want to wait the two hours the drive home would take.”

She stepped towards him and they kissed, gently at first but their hunger for one another growing. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her in tight, one hand moving up to press between her should blades, the other sliding down to cup one side of her ass. As their kiss deepened, grew heated, they sounded as if they were enjoying the most sumptuous, delectable meal of their lives. When they paused to catch their breath they were both panting lightly. He looked into her deep, dark eyes, brushed the dusting of snow accumulating on her shoulders and said softly, “We should take…this…up to the room.” There were snowflakes decorating her beautiful black hair like stars.

That feeling of nervous excitement returned with a vengeance, and she smirked at him, nodding, holding out her hand to him. He took it, slinging both their bags over the other shoulder as they went inside.

He gave the staff working the desk a smile and a nod as they breezed through the lobby; he had already checked in on his trip to the airport. They weren’t alone on the ride up in the elevator, so they had to restrain themselves, but once the doors slid open to the fourth floor they walked quite briskly to their room. He used the magnetic card to open the door, held it for her as she entered, followed her and dropped their bags to the floor.

Before the door had even shut they were kissing passionately and blindly pulling one another’s coats and clothes off. While her hands were still tangled in her blouse he pinned her to the back of the door and began kissing and nibbling her neck, his hands still undressing her. When her bra came off his mouth immediately took its place, suckling and nibbling her stiff, aching nipples. She could feel one of his hands slowly slipping down over her belly to her panties, sighing softly when his fingers rubbed her pussy through the lacy thin fabric.

He leaned back, looking into her face while he worked his hand, back until the heel of his hand was just below her navel, then forward again, his fingertips slipping into the cleavage of her ass, his fingertips nearly brushing her backdoor. Again and again, sometimes with the palm of his hand, rubbing her entire vagina, other times with his fingers, pushing her panties between her nether lips. Sometimes pressing hard, other times lightly, but always in rhythm, until she picked it up, moving with him.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she keened, “…aaiii…” over and over, her hips and pelvis thrusting in counterpoint to his hand. They slowly picked up speed, moving faster, pushing harder, moaning louder, growing more and more intense until an orgasm washed over her in a wave, leaving her energized and wanting more. She cried out loudly, sounding like she was on the verge of tears, her hands clutching his shoulders while she regained her calm.

Looking into her eyes, he knelt in front of her, his hands on her hips. He leered as slowly pulled her sodden panties down her legs. She grinned back as she almost daintily stepped out of them for him. He stood up and held them to his mouth and deeply inhaling the scent of her sex. “Mmmmmm I’m definitely keeping these.”

She beamed, then her eyes flashed as she stepped closer, then playfully slapped her hand on to his crotch, taking it in a firm grasp. “Now it’s your turn…” she said, gently kneading through his jeans. She had managed to unbutton his shirt before he had…distracted her, but otherwise he was still dressed, while she was naked and sweaty and invigorated. With a playful growl she pulled his shirt off and threw it aside before pushing him back a few steps, then on to the bed. She followed him down and landed on top of him, feverishly kissing him, brushing the tips of her breasts over his chest, knowing it would drive him crazy. Given how sensitive her nipples were she was only growing more excited herself.

She grinned wildly up at him as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, freeing his straining erection. It subtly bobbed in time with his heartbeat while she watched, before leaning in and licking up its length, making him moan now. His hands clenched, pulling up the neat blankets when her plush lips slipped over the head of his cock and down its shaft. She urged his legs wider while she took him deep, the tip of his dick teasing the back of her throat. While she cupped his balls, gently teasing them in one hand, her other was between her legs working her clit.

Again, they found their rhythm, him rolling his hips while she bobbed her head, his cock sliding in and out of her tight lips. Their pace was quickening, and she knew by the way that he was beginning to strain, to buck under her that he would have his orgasm soon…

And she knew she wanted their first time to be more.

So she let his cock slip from her mouth. As he began to protest she silenced him with an impassioned kiss, pressing her flesh to his. Then she rolled to one side, pulling him on top of her. “Take me now…” she breathed quietly.

He looked at her, getting off the bed, then taking her hand and leading her to the window. He flung open the curtains, showing her a world covered in pristine, undisturbed white, like a sketch that needed to be finished. He urged forward for a better look, moving behind her, kissing her neck while she marveled at this new world.

Then she felt his hard, warm cock against her ass and smirked.

She looked back at him from over her shoulder as she bent forward, bracing her hands on the sides of the window, her breasts dangling. Then she looked back outside again, waiting.

There was a couple out there, making their way from their car to the lobby. They had their heads down as they moved, just looking to get out of the weather. But one of them glanced her way briefly, then their head snapped back up. The one who saw her stopped the other, pointing her out, and both stopped for a moment to stare.

She felt a thrill as she stood there naked, posing for this unknown couple.

Then his dick slid into her, burying itself inside her wet pussy in one forceful stroke, making her wail, “…oh fuck…”, and all thoughts of anyone else fled her mind. The suddenness caused her arms to lose their strength, her breasts and the side of her face pressing against the cold glass for a moment. Then she bit her lower lip as she pushed away from the window, bracing herself, squeezing the cock inside her.

He grunted in response and began to thrust, hard and deep, his hips slapping hard against her ass. She pushed back, moving with him, meeting his strokes, her voice joining his in their need for this. They had been building to this moment for a long time and neither of them were in a mood to be subtle or to draw it out, not this time. They didn’t need to discuss it, didn’t so much as exchange looks, but both knew it to their core.

For them this moment demanded raw, wanton sex, for indulging themselves and rutting like animals, for just plain fucking one another’s brains out.

She felt him reach around her waist, receiving a jolt as he began to tease her clit. His fingers never stopped, wouldn’t leave it alone, pushing it one way and then another. She sensed a pattern, and grinned as she realized he was spelling his name, again and again. He’d told her once that it was how he would cast a spell on a woman, to make her his own.

She didn’t know if it was magic but it certainly was driving her wild.

They quickly grew out of control, moaning loudly, mindless of anything but one another. It suddenly occurred to her that he wasn’t wearing a condom, and as quickly she decided she didn’t care, this was too good, a pure moment for them that she didn’t want to diminish. She knew by the urgency in his voice that he wouldn’t last much longer, and she found that she wanted it, wanted him to give her his seed, this time if no other, even if nothing came of it.

And with a loud wordless cry he did, involuntarily pushing into her as deep as could with each jet of ejaculate, not thinking, just instinctively trying to make her his own. She came with him, the wave washing over her this time a tsunami, overwhelming, electrifying. It felt like that, along with his semen, she’d absorbed all the energy he’d just expended.

She felt his cock slip from her with a little sense of loss, and they both stood, panting and drenched in sweat. He grinned as looked into her eyes and kissed her. “Welcome to the United States of America,” he said with a chuckle. “We hope enjoy your stay.”

She smiled back, and they turned to look out the window and watch the snow float out of the night sky. She leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around her. “I wish there was a fireplace,” she said, and they both laughed.

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Author Note: This is a submission for the Literotica 2021 Halloween Story Contest. There is the tiniest hint of paranormal, because it’s Halloween and tis the season and all that jazz. Hope you enjoy and feel free to vote. Happy reading!

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What kind of jerk broke up with their girlfriend on the morning of their favorite holiday? Derek. That was the jerk. They had only been dating six months, but it still stung.

Especially since their costume was a couple’s costume — Linda and Bob Belcher from the cartoon Bob’s Burger — and she couldn’t show up as Linda without a Bob.

She had options, it was Halloween, of course she had options.

Did she want to go funny? Clever? Angry?

Normally, Kayla kept her costumes on the tamer side, but her anger got the best of her. With a whole bunch of flower garland, some hot glue, and strategic placement, she was a wood nymph.

When she showed up at her best friend, Beth’s house, Beth clapped her hands in glee. “This is awesome. You look amazing, you sexy nymph. Are you even wearing panties?”

“Did you have to yell that?” Her costume might have been held together with a wish and a prayer but that didn’t mean she wanted the world to know it.

“Don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” Beth mimicked closing a key over her lips.

“Come on, Trevor’s here. Do you remember him?”

“The guy from your trivia team? The new guy?”

“Engineer. He works with Luke. Funny, smart, sexy, looks like he knows his way around a woman-“

“I remember him. He ignored me the whole night.”

“Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t worry about that.”

It was the way Beth said it that gave her away. “I told him you had a boyfriend. And that if he even looked at you wrong, I would turn him into a toad.”

“Beth! You can’t just threaten people like that!”

“It’s not a threat if it’s not true. Anyway, I knew Dipshit Derek would make a mistake, and he did. So here you are and there he is, and you were the one complaining about how much Derek sucks at cunnilingus.”

“Why do I tell you everything?”

“Because I am your best friend.” Beth adjust a flower across Kayla’s chest. “Now, let’s go in there.”

“I’m not talking to Trevor.”

“You don’t have to.” Beth straightened her unicorn headband. “Let’s go.”

Inside, Trevor tugged at his headband; well aware his Richie Tenenbaum costume wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped. He was just about to open a beer when Kayla walked in.

Fucking Kayla, her sweetly curved body, wrapped in yards of flower garland, giving tiny peeks of what she wore underneath. Flesh toned…no, not flesh toned. Just flesh.

He dropped his beer.

Thankfully, it didn’t break. What an idiot. Kayla had a boyfriend and while he wasn’t sure Beth could actually turn him into a toad, he was wary enough of the woman with the fierce dark eyes to avoid any and all eye contact with the lovely Kayla.

He had done what any idiot afraid to flirt with a woman did. Instead of keeping it casual, Trevor ignored her. Admittedly, his social skills weren’t ağrı seks hikayeleri the best.

By the time he recovered his beer, Kayla was gone in the crowd. He tried to find Beth’s unicorn crown, but the sparkly monstrosity was blocked by someone in a blow-up t-rex costume.

“Drink?” Beth offered Kayla her own glass of beer. Kayla shook her head. Was that Trevor over by the staircase? The sunglasses and bandanna might have covered up his face, but she recognized his long lean build.

“I’m good. Unless…” she trailed off when Beth handed her the Diet Coke before she could request it. Sometimes Kayla wondered if Beth was a witch. She knew things Kayla never said aloud. And she loved Halloween.

“Not a witch,” Beth laughed. “You OK? I have to go talk to a guy.”

Before Kayla could say anything, Beth melted into the crowd. It was fine. She could handle being at a party where she knew no one. And no one knew her. And she was wearing nothing but flower garland.

She lasted ten minutes before she did what any introvert would do when faced with that situation.

She ran away.

She didn’t have to go very far. Out a sliding glass door to the patio. Party guests had spilled into the yard with the twinkling orange lights and glowing pumpkins. She smiled at the few she recognized and managed to work her way through the small gathering.

Her goal was the garage.

Kayla knew Beth’s house. Including the apartment over the garage. She ducked around the side of the garage and grabbed the key from under the fake rock. She unlocked the door at the bottom of the stairs and made her way up.

It wasn’t until she was at the top of the stairs before she realized she wasn’t alone.

His dark sunglasses and wig tossed on the table, Trevor ran a hand through his hair. It was a nervous movement, Kayla realized, but it also made the edge of his t-shirt ride up and show off his abs. The man was aware of his charms.

“I asked Beth if there was someplace quiet I could hang out for a little while. Um, crowds, they get to me sometimes.”

She couldn’t blame the man for wanting to escape when she did the same damn thing. She made her excuses, “I can go-“

“No.” Trevor interrupted her. “I mean, I don’t mind if you stay. You’re not people.”

She understood what he meant.

Here they were, two grown adults, both maybe a little shy, one of them extremely sexy, and Kayla figured she was never one to throw away her shot. “My boyfriend broke up with me this morning.”

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t look very sorry.

“I’m not looking to get in a relationship or anything. I’m mad at him, and I’m also, honestly, I’ve always wanted to be a Tenenbaum.”

It took him a second to get the joke. How could she blame him, she was so close to him and when she took in a deep breath the flowers parted just enough to show him the deep V of her cleavage.

“That’s a good one.” Attempting to carry on a conversation while her magnificent breasts were right there was not easy. If Kayla inhaled again the damn flowers were just going to snap apart. And he would enjoy the unobstructed view of her fantastic tits.

“You’re hot,” Kayla murmured.

“Thank you.” Trevor definitely saw where this was going. Fun sexy times to help her get over her dipshit of a boyfriend. Since he wasn’t looking for anything serious, this sounded perfect. He added, “You’re hot, too. Especially with all those flowers. Are you a fairy?”

“Wood nymph.”

Good lord, two words should not make his cock harder, but there he was with his athletic shorts tightening.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Trevor?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

He followed Kayla down the hallway to a bedroom. There was enough light coming in the window from the backyard party they didn’t need to turn any on. In the dim light, Kayla shimmied out of her costume, her bra and panties joining the pile of flowers on the floor.

Trevor pulled off his gym shorts and t-shirt. He toed off the sneakers and stopped at the edge of the bed. Kayla raised herself up on up on her elbows. She grinned at him. “Planning on leaving the socks on?”

Trevor laughed and stopped at the edge of the bed to tug them off. “Maybe next time. If that’s your thing.”

“We’ll have to find out.” She sighed into his mouth when he kissed her. He sucked on her full lips, nipped at her, and slip his mouth down her neck to her breasts. He lifted them up and sucked her tight nipple into his mouth. One breast and then the other. He bit down, ever so gently. Kayla moaned and he did it again. She panted,

“Harder.”

Trevor gladly obeyed. When Kayla groaned again, he moved down her body, toward her glistening pussy.

“Oh god,” Kayla panted when he positioned himself between her thighs. Her legs parted further as he slid her legs over his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

“I haven’t even started yet.” Trevor licked his way into her sweet cunt, coating his face and tongue with her sweet pussy juices. “Mmmm, baby, you taste so good.”

Kayla moaned and arched her hips up toward him.

With a quick flip, Kayla was over him, and Trevor lay on his back, her pussy inches from his face.

“Oh, no.” Kayla started to move.

“Oh, yes, please, Kayla. If you don’t want to because you don’t want to, I understand. But if you don’t want to do it because you think somehow I won’t like it, trust me, I want you to fuck my face.”

Despite her tiny misgivings, Kayla whimpered at his words.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? When I talk dirty to you? Kayla, baby, I want you to ride my face. Please, baby.” He let out a slow exhale, just enough to torment Kayla’s clit.

She whimpered again. Then whispered something.

Trevor slid himself up just enough for Kayla to topple away from him.

“What did you say? Honey, I’ll stop if you want-“

“How are you going to breathe?” Kayla repeated. Sweet Jesus, when that woman blushed, she blushed everywhere, including her luscious tits.

“Kayla, I’m going to be able to breathe, I promise.” He didn’t mention the fact he would gladly die from suffocation if it meant he got to go with his face buried between Kayla’s soft thighs. He laid back down but gave Kayla the choice to straddle him.

Kayla, being the wise woman she was, sat on Trevor’s face.

Except, never one to miss out on the party, she slid her pussy over his eager mouth, and her own mouth over his throbbing cock.

Trevor groaned against her clit and Kayla moaned in response. She loved coming with a cock in her mouth, and damnit the way Trevor worked her, just like that, if he kept it up. She was going to come. Right there, she pushed against him.

Oh fuck. She came, her pussy slamming against Trevor’s face. He groaned in satisfaction, even as he fought the tightening of his balls. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come now, and I would really like to come in your pussy. Oh, god, Kayla your mouth feels so good.”

Kayla kept sucking him up and down.

“Kayla please let me fuck you.”

She took mercy on him and pulled away from his cock. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed.

Oh god, he slid his hands down her back and over her ass. He slapped her ass gently, and then gripped her hips and pulled her to all fours.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Kayla?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Trevor gripped her hips and slid just the tip of his cock inside her. Kayla whimpered and tried to push all the way back. He held them both still, just a tiny bit more and a tiny bit more. He moved inside her inch by tiny inch.

She would not beg. She would not, oh god, she needed him inside her.

“Fuck me, now, Trevor. Fuck me, baby.”

Who was he to ignore such a lovely request? He slammed his cock all the way inside her and Kayla screamed into the blankets.

More. Harder. Faster. He gripped her hips and thrust in and out of her wet, tight pussy. She felt so good, so tight and he knew she was there, so close to coming again. Desperate to feel her come on his cock, he slipped his finger over her swollen clit and pressed hard.

Kayla came, her pussy spasming around Trevor’s hard cock. He thrust again and again as she kept coming and he knew he was right there and fuck yeah, there he came and came his hips tight against Kayla’s.

“Oh, damn.” Trevor collapsed on top of her. He managed to slide most of his weight to the side. And pull Kayla into him, the little spoon to his big spoon.

“That was…damn, Kayla.” His breath ruffled the sweat damped curls on top of her head.

Kayla laughed softly. “You too, Trevor.”

She traced her hand over his forearm, admiring the lean line. “Whenever you’re ready for round two, there’s a shower up here.”

“I’m ready for round two,” Trevor pulled her in for a kiss. “Lead the way.”

They spent the rest of the night fucking in the shower, on the bed, in the shower again, and once on the little balcony because Trevor wanted to fuck her in the moonlight.

In the house — her own partner dreaming the peaceful sleep of someone who came their brains out more than once — Beth passed a hand over the rose quartz crystal on her nightstand. She grinned at the extra sparkle. What was a little nudge when it came to two people who desperately needed to fuck each other?

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“This will only take a few minutes. I’m working on a project off-shore, about 200 miles from here, on an island in the straight. It’s supposed to be self-sustaining, but sometimes requires my hands-on. The clientele is demanding, which is why I’m up before the crack of dawn on Saturday.”

The mention of “hands on” reminded Lynn that literally moments earlier she had been sitting where Mike had in the back of the car, her shorts down around her ankles, knees up, with a glass dildo between her legs, and at least figuratively, cumming in his lap.

True to his word, he alerted the driver to a single light about 300 yards ahead. The driver turned left onto a dirt road across a flat freshly plowed field. The breeze through the driver’s open window welcomed them with the scent of anise and raw, bare earth moist with the morning dew.

She peered through the mist at the concrete block building faced with a row of six large corrugated metal roll up doors. The driver stopped at the first door. Mike got out, held open the door and extended his hand. “You’re welcome to join me if you have time for a detour.”

With afyon seks hikayeleri her handbag over her left shoulder, she took his hand and held onto his gaze to distract him from her somewhat disheveled appearance. She led with her feet and deftly uncoiled from the back seat. This was a dance move she’d practiced with many men, who were more than willing to pull her up from the seat of a car and into their waiting arms.

“I don’t know about the detour, but if you’d be so kind, perhaps I could use your restroom.”

He smiled. “Well, there’s a port-a-potty in the back of the hangar. It’s all yours.” He held her hand a moment longer and walked with her to the key pad on the front of the hangar next to the corrugated door.

“The stall should be unlocked and stocked with toilet paper. Other than that, I can’t say that I’ve ever paid it a visit, fortunately,” he said with another smile.

She wobbled over the compacted dirt path and stepped up onto a 10 by 10 concrete pad which supported the bathroom stall and also served as the wash room. The so-called sink consisted of a frost-proof stand pipe and hose bib connected to a coil of green hose.

She pulled open the plastic stall door, stepped inside, lifted the black toilet lid and peered into the void which thankfully smelled like disinfectant. With shorts and panties down, she lifted herself up onto the seat. Through her open-toed kitten heel shoes, she could see the dirt from the field in the space between her toes.

Fortunately, the fresh coat of lavender toenail polish had survived so far.

The same could not be said for her formerly cum soaked panties, which now appeared almost starched into a position following curve of her pussy. She relaxed and heard her stream reach the distant blue pool.

A roll of toilet paper rested on a shelf next to a metal mirror. Through the mirror she could just make out her eyes, which required a swipe of shadow grabbed from her purse, along with lip gloss. She used her tongue to brush her teeth.

Holding her shorts, panties, shoes and a roll of toilet paper in one hand, she used her other to turn on the hose which now served as a bidet between her her legs. The cold water flowed over her runway patch of pubic hair which she dabbed dry using the roll of toilet paper. She slipped back into her shorts and shoes and stashed the starched panties into her handbag.

Mike and his pilot had already left the hangar and moved the airplane out onto the approach; Mike was talking to the pilot who was at the throttle. Mike sensed Lynn’s presence and turned his head.

“I’d love to take you up on the offer Mike, but I’ve got to be somewhere at 1:00 pm today.”

“Fair enough,” he said. We’ll be moving at 300 mph. And reaching a 20,000 foot elevation. From where we land, it’s a short quad ride to a marina. It is 21 nautical miles to the island.

Once we arrive, my job’s easy; but as I mentioned requires hands on the controls. It’s only 6:30 a.m. George gets paid for standby, so he’ll be happy when you return.

With that, Mike reached out and she took his hand performing another all too familiar move she’d practiced with other men. Holding on to Mikes hand, glided up the steps to cockpit, twisted around into the back seat and buckled herself in.

Mike sat in the front seat next to the pilot and the three of them listed to the crackle of radio noise through headsets.

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Authors note: This is one of my entries into the Literotica 2021 Winter Holidays Story Contest. As with most of my works, this one is kind of long. This story includes a wide variety of sexual encounters, including with friends and family. I hope you all enjoy this fanciful Christmas tale, and oh….don’t forget to vote!

No sexual encounters in this story involve minors under the age of 18.

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It was just past midnight. It had been a wonderful evening, watching the light snow falling, driving around looking at the Christmas lights after church, watching the grandkids run around and play with the special Christmas presents Santa had delivered while we were gone to church. The house was full, but now quiet, as I lay in bed next to my wife content with my life. Not that there weren’t things that I could change if I could, but all in all, I didn’t have much to complain about. It had been a tough year with all the COVID stuff, but it was almost over. But Christmas was one of my most favorite days and it was hard to be down on your favorite holiday of the year.

I lay, nearly asleep, looking forward to the morning, Christmas morning, when I heard it. It wasn’t much of a sound, just a ‘thunk’ followed by a gentle tinkling sound of glass breaking. I shook my head and climbed from bed, wondering which of my two granddaughters were messing with presents under the tree. I padded barefoot to the stairs, wearing only my sleep shorts. I walked quietly down the stairs, stepping at the sides of the treads to make as little noise as possible, wanting to catch whichever child it was, in the act. I could see the flicking multi-color light bouncing off the white walls, illuminating the room in a flowing, ever changing kaleidoscope of color. I paused on the third step up, looking from the stairs, across the dining room and into the living room.

I could see her standing there, bent over, moving packages about, stacking them higher around the sides and in the back, almost as if she were trying to make room under the front of the tree. She certainly wasn’t three or four or even twenty-four. No, she was quite a bit older. She stood and turned towards me, almost as if she felt me watching her. Her hair was short and curly and gray, a red velvet hat perched on her head, the white fur trim making it look almost like she had on a halo. The long dress, coming well below her knees was red velvet as well, but more a dark red, almost burgundy. The material flowed over her clearly large chest and down her body snugly, ending in a white fur trim just below her knees and above her black leather boots. The dress looked to be ancient, or maybe even older, but exquisitely made with gentle darker deep burgundy patterns that seemed to almost move on the material as she stood looking at me.

“Good evening, Scott,” she said softly, her voice as silky as the dress looked. “Come. It’s alright. I’m here for you.”

I looked at her in confusion, stepping off the last three steps and then walking slowly across the dining room. “Here for me?” I asked as I moved closer. I almost recognized her face, pleasant, smiling, radiant. It took long seconds before I realized that I DID know her face. I’d seen it just the day before at the mall. “Mrs. Claus?” I asked in surprise, realizing she was the same woman that I’d seen when I took my granddaughters to visit Santa Claus while their mother was busy shopping for last minute gifts.

“That’s right. I’m here for your Christmas wish.”

“My Christmas wish?” I asked in confusion, only now realizing she wasn’t alone. Standing near her was another woman, much shorter than she, looking almost childlike. The tight green tights and dress screamed elf. Of course the pointed ears didn’t hurt either.

“This is…Jan. Her elfin name is so hard to pronounce. She’s my favorite helper. She’s the one that convinced me to grant you your wish.”

“My wish?” I asked again in confusion.

Mrs. Claus smiled at me. “You don’t remember, do you? Maybe this will help,” she said before lifting her hand and swinging it slowly in a circle around her head. A circle of sparkling light appeared around Jan’s feet, spinning and swirling as it slowly lifted upward, seeming to encapsulate her in a glowing, twinkling, circular curtain of sparkling white light. As quickly as it appeared, the light disappeared, leaving Jan looking much different, and much more recognizable. Jan now stood a full six foot tall on her bright red six inch high heels, her green tights molding to her sexy shapely legs. Her green dress, barely long enough to cover her butt, hugged her body, showing off her firm stomach and substantial breasts. Her face was creamy white and covered with red freckles that matched her auburn hair. Yes, that was the elf I had seen helping Mrs. Claus at the mall. The one I’d quickly moved to help up when she accidently fell off her high heels. The one I’d murmured to myself that I wouldn’t adult hikayeler mind finding under my tree on Christmas morning. “I see you recognize her now.”

“I do. From the mall.”

“Well, we’re going to grant you that wish,” she said, raising her hand again. The swirling sparkling circle of light appeared beneath both of them, swirling and circling them as it quickly lifted toward the ceiling. It was only when the glittering curtain had fully engulfed both of them that it disappeared, leaving them both standing completely naked before me.

I took a step back in surprise. Both of them were incredibly sexy. Jan’s big tits were sprinkled with tiny red freckles, each big soft orb sporting a large round pink areola surrounding a protruding rock hard, pink nipple. Her curves below were every bit as sexy, as was her completely shaved mound and pussy lips, which she seemed only too happy to have me see. Mrs. Claus was equally sexy. Though her tits were smaller, but only slightly, her body was no less firm and shapely. She had a small tuft of gray hair on her mound, neatly trimmed into what I had to call a Christmas tree. She smiled sexily at me and stepped towards me.

“Here. Take a bite,” she said, offering me a small Christmas cookie.

“What is it” I asked, somehow more worried about what was in the cookie that I was being offered, instead of the fact that there were two completely naked women in my living room.

“A cookie,” she said, holding it up for me. “You do want your Christmas wish, don’t you?” I looked between her and Jan, not sure what to think. “Come now Scott. I heard your wish almost as loudly as if you’d shouted it from the rooftops.”

“You did?”

“I did. You imagined Jan laying under the tree naked, your mind trying to picture her with nothing on, imagining just how far the freckles went. That image quickly morphed into an image of your wife under the tree. Your wish included a very vivid image of you finding your wife laying under the tree in a very sexy red lace teddy that hid almost nothing of her body, you and she having passionate sex under the tree. Passionate and intense, as it used to be when you were younger. That was what you were thinking when you said you wanted to see us under your tree, wasn’t it?”

I took a breath. It was. I had thought of Jan naked under the tree, wondering just how far the little red freckles went. And my mind did shift to my wife. She’d never wear an outfit like I had imagined, something I saw online, no matter how much I would have wanted her to. And she certainly would NEVER lay under the tree for me in something so sexy. So yes, I was thinking that, as I frequently do when I see women in particularly sexy outfits. “It was,” I whispered.

“And you would like this wish to come true?” she asked, stepping so close to me that her protruding nipples brushed my chest. She let one hand slip between us, pushing the front of my sleep shorts down to expose my growing hard-on. She closed her hand around me and gently stroked my dick.

“I do,” I whispered honestly.

“Then eat,” she whispered back, holding the cookie out for me once more. I took the cookie from her hand and held it, not sure if I should eat it or not. “Go ahead. I promise no harm will come. I am, after all, Mrs. Claus.” I took a bite of the small cookie and felt my head swirl. Her arms looped around me to hold me up while my head stopped spinning. “There. Now we can help you make that wish come true,” she whispered. I felt my sleep shorts being pulled down from behind and didn’t mind at all for some reason. Mrs. Claus backed away, taking me by the hand and pulling me along with her as I stepped out of the shorts that were now around my ankles. “We don’t have much time and there is much to do. You have the power to make this Christmas wish come true, however, we can not do it for you. Only YOU have the power.”

“I do?”

“You do. To make your secret wish come true, you must make your spoken wish come true. You must have us under your tree Christmas morning. You must make the two of us climax under your tree. Then your secret Christmas wish will come true.”

“Make you both climax?” I asked a little stupidly. “I’ve never been with two women at once. I’m not sure what to do, and my wife…”

“Will never know,” Jan said quietly as she stepped around me, sliding down my body so her big tits dragged down my arm. She knelt next to me and reached for my hips to turn me. She opened her mouth and closed it around my engorged head.

“No one will ever know. This is your Christmas wish. No one will come interrupt us, no one will know. If you tell someone, who would believe you? Mrs. Claus and an elf having sex with you? No, you won’t ever tell, and no one will ask,” Mrs. Claus whispered as she reached for my hands again, drawing them to her chest. “Enjoy yourself. That’s what Christmas wishes are for.”

I closed my eyes, partly at the sensations that Jan was inducing in my cock and partly from the incredible situation. I felt Mrs. Claus move against me, her hand pulling my head gently down towards her. I opened my eyes and looked in hers as she pulled my face to hers, her lips touching mine. “Mmmmmmmm.” We both moaned in unison as a deep warmth flowed over and through me. Her tongue darted into my mouth as I opened my lips, tasting her breath as she breathed into me. I felt my head swirl slightly before our lips parted. “Remember, you must take us both under the tree,” she whispered. “And you only have an hour.”

I nodded and pulled my face back from hers, suddenly wanting to feel and taste them both. I looked down at Jan, eagerly sucking my dick, her head bobbing off and on my saliva coated shaft. “Who wants it first?” I asked eagerly as I stepped back, pulling my cock from her mouth.

“I do,” Mrs. Claus whispered, stepping back and pulling me by the hand. I followed right to the edge of the tree and allowed her to lay me down on my back.

In moments she was moving to step over me, squatting down over my pelvis, reaching down for my dick. She held it vertical and began to slowly lower herself towards me. I watched her rub my head around her protruding inner labia and then work it between her soft lips. I felt her nestle my head into her vaginal opening and slowly lower herself down more. Pressure built around my head and then suddenly changed, my saliva lubricated dick sliding easily into her as she lowered herself down my shaft. I lay there, watching her as she started to lift and lower herself, each drop slapping her bare ass into my thighs, her big soft tits bouncing and swaying wildly as she slowly increased her pace.

My vision of her sexy tits was suddenly blocked by a pussy lowering to my face. Jan squatted over me, lowering her sexy little pussy towards me. Her lips were full and round with only the slightest amount of inner labia peeking from between her lips. The tiny red freckles extended all the way to her pussy, little pink dots scattered across her full round lips, answering my question of the day before. “God, you look like a teenager,” I groaned as she lowered her pussy the last few inches to my face.

She reached between her legs and used her fingers to spread herself so I could lick between her lips, my hands moving to her bare ass to help steady her. “I should,” she whispered. “I’m barely even a hundred years old.”

“Oh damn,” I grunted at the sudden thought of age. If she was still young, how old did elves live I wondered. Suddenly that thought didn’t matter any longer. I tasted her sweetness and worked to dip my tongue even deeper, her juices almost intoxicating, making my head swirl as effectively as any alcoholic drink I’d ever had. I licked up and down her slit, finding her clit and flicking across and over it over and over, coaxing more and more of her juices to flow, my excitement growing with hers while Mrs. Claus continued to bounce on me. I teased Jan’s clit, flicking my tongue over and around it and then sliding down to push my tongue into her as far as I could. She seemed to most like my attentions to her clit, so I concentrated there, feeling her hips rock slightly as she tried unsuccessfully to hold herself still. I reached up her body, past her legs, and grabbed both breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples with my thumb and finger as I assaulted her clit.

“OH SHIT!” she cried at the sudden change in sensations, her juices flowing copiously from her, running down my chin and neck as I continued to lick her towards her climax.

“I’m commming!” I heard Mrs. Claus cry out as she pounded herself down onto me, drawing my attention back to her. “Now is the time Scott. Now is the time to come for me.”

I don’t know why, but suddenly I NEEDED to come. I felt the last bits of resistance flow away and my body suddenly wanted to orgasm. I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell as I prepared for the final act. I felt Mrs. Claus start to climax, her pussy clenching around me as she bounced, her muscles strongly pulling on my dick and trying to hold me inside her as she continued to pump herself up and down my shaft. “FUCK YES!” she cried as she slammed herself down on me, feeling the first gush of cum lance from my engorged head. I felt my body buck under her, pumping shot after shot into her, more than I remember coming into anyone else, ever!

I wasn’t done. Far from it. I mean, I should have been after a climax like that, but I wasn’t. I looked up at Jan. With lust in her eyes as she looked back down at me, grinning and waiting, almost as if she knew what was to come next. I reached my hands to Jan’s arms and coaxed her off my face as Mrs. Claus stood up off my still rock hard cock. I rolled Jan onto the floor and onto her back, rolling over on top of her as she did. Mrs. Claus looked at me and grinned as I moved between Jan’s legs, holding myself up over her. Mrs. Claus reached between us and guided my cock into Jan’s pussy with one of her soft hands. I felt my head slip into position and unceremoniously I shoved my hard cock deep into her still twitching pussy. I couldn’t believe I was still hard, not after as hard a climax as I’d just had, but my hard dick hadn’t faded one bit. I started to pump into her, driving my cock hard into her over and over. Her big soft tits rolled and moved on her chest with each impact of my body against hers. She reached to her pink nipples and pulled and tugged them as I slammed myself into her over and over. The look on her face was pure ecstasy as I pumped my rock hard shaft into her, banging my head into her cervix with each stroke.

“Oh yes. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” Jan moaned as I pumped in and out of her. I could feel sweat tricking down my body and dripping onto her, but she didn’t seem to care, her own creamy white skin glistening in the blinking colored lights. Over and over I drove my cock into her, feeling her soft tunnel walls teasing me, coaxing me back towards another climax. “So good. Ohhhhh fuck Mrs. C, soooo close!” Jan moaned. “He’s going to make me come. He’s really going to make me come!” she gasped as she lay under me, her hands moving to my hips to coax me to drive into her even harder. In and out I plunged, watching her face, watching her rock hard nipples get harder, her areola puckering and engorging as her climax worked closer. “OH FUCK YES! OH MRS. C. It’s happening! OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK!” she cried as her pussy clenched around me. Her insides seemed to want to pull me deeper even as I tried to continue stroking in and out, the sudden change in tightness driving me past the edge.

“AHHHH!” I gasped as my body jerked, jamming my cock hard into her. I felt my cock pump a gush of cum into her, and another and another. I had no idea how many times I pumped into her before I collapsed on top of her, panting.

“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuck yesssss,” she cooed softly, moving her hands to my back, and stroking softly along it. “Ohhhhhh Mrs. C. Ohhhhhh. Soooo good.”

“I told you,” Mrs. Claus answered her, sitting on the floor next to us. She looked at me as I lifted my head and turned it to see her. “You did well Scott. Very well. I told you the power was within you, and it was. I can feel the change in you already, the desire for you growing again. The need for you to be inside me affecting even me.”

“The change in me?” I panted.”

She lowered her voice to a soft whisper and moved her face closer to mine. “The sexual juices of a virgin elf are especially strong and it is rumored that it can induce a significant elfin magic spell in a mortal man if they are activated by the co-mingling of their climactic juices.”

“A Virgin elf? A magic spell? Come on.”

“A virgin elf,” she whispered with a nod. “You were her first, elf or man. It was her choice when you helped her at the mall. She felt your strength as you lifted her and sat her on the chair, your kindness as you sought to see if she was alright, your gentleness as you checked her ankle, your willingness to help even though she was a stranger. She felt that you were the one she wanted for her first, even though you were a mortal man and not an elf. She chose you for her first.”

“So what happens? We’re bonded for life or something?”

“Oh no,” she giggled. “But every adult woman in your life will now be sexually attracted to you.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” I said.

“No Scott. EVERY adult woman: Wife, Sister, adult children, friends, neighbors, co-workers. All of them. They will ALL want to have sex with you. They will be irresistibly drawn to want to have sex with you. The longer they spend in your presence, the more irresistible that urge will be for them.”

“Just because she and I climaxed together?”

“As I said, she gave something of herself to you while you were tasting her. The juices of her sexual ecstasy. They have special powers, at least when ingested by a mortal, either man or woman. It changes you, your body chemistry, the scent of you. You were drawn to quickly have intercourse with her as well, a desire created partly by the intoxication of her juices and partly by your desire for her. Female elves can be particularly hard to make climax. But doing so, especially after what she gave you already, your climax together, the comingling of your ecstasy, completed a rare magic elfin spell. One that hasn’t been made in many hundreds of years.”

“So, because I did these things, I tasted her orgasm and we climaxed together, every woman I’m around will want to have sex with me? For how long?” I asked, suddenly concerned.

“For a year. Longer if Jan comes back next year and renews it with another mutual orgasm. The decision will be yours… when the time comes.”

I pulled my still hard dick from Jan and rolled onto my back on the floor. Jan rolled on her side, pressing her sexy body against mine. “I still have a hard-on,” I said in surprise, looking down at my glistening cock.

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I shiver a little, and goosebumps prickle across my body – I feel the heat of his breath on my neck, the weight of his presence heavy in the room. I am naked except for heels and my bra. He demanded I remove everything else the moment we entered the room. All the hours I spent choosing the right dress and matching underwear wasted – but I knew that it would be – some things don’t change.

I stand, at his mercy – in front of a full length mirror, he is behind me, fully dressed, surveying me, his breathing is heavy, he squeezes my body, my tits, my ass, my pussy assessing the goods almost and lays kisses across my neck and down onto my shoulders. He stares at me in the mirror as if making up his mind on what he will ravage on me this night. A smile creeps across his face and we lock eyes through the mirror. I breathe out loudly with anticipation.

He roughly grabs both of my breasts from behind cupping them and squeezing my nipples hard between his fingers through the fabric of my bra making me cry out lightly. His body is pressed against mine, and I can feel his cock is already hard and my pussy twinges and aches for it.

He leans down slightly to whisper into my ear his eyes locked on mine- ‘you will do everything I ask tonight – nothing will be off limits, you are my property’ I shudder and nod and the butterflies that have been fluttering in my stomach explode and my legs buckle a little, his grip holding me up. He smiles broadly at my acquiescence and spins me around to face him. He kisses me hard on the mouth, and brings his hands up to my face cupping it with both hands.

My hands reach for his belt buckle, which I undo quickly along with his trouser button and fly. We kiss, passionately and with a longing that belies our history. I ease his trousers down and they drop to the floor with a thud. I tug at his boxers. It occurs to me that I have never seen him wear anything other than a suit, and that thought quickly flys away as I find his hard cock with my hands. He moans into my mouth as I begin to caress him.

He breaks our kiss, and snarls ‘on your knees’ pushing me down roughly and shifting us slightly so we are sideways to the mirror now. I am face to face with his huge cock. His hands move to my head, grabbing and twirling some of my hair around his fist. It hurts a little. I look up at him our eyes lock and I smile, before spitting on his cock.

I take my tongue and swirl it around the head before taking him deep into my mouth, as far as I can and then back to the tip, up and down, choking a little every time. His cock is big, and he knows it but it doesn’t stop him taking liberties with my mouth and throat. He thrusts hard and down forcing himself into my throat. My face is buried in his pubic hair, consuming his full length. He lets out a loud moan of pleasure. I cannot breathe and I cannot pull away, my eyes are steaming. ‘Slut’ he growls loudly before he finally, partially, releases me and I try to drag in some air in what little space there is left in my mouth.

He begins to fuck my mouth hard and rough and with complete abandon. I place my hands on his hips to try and steady myself. I am gagging and choking and saliva is escaping from my mouth and nose, I am moaning, whimpering, struggling to manage his violent thrusts.

His firm grip on me means I cannot pull away until he allows it. He uses my hair to pull my head back and forth like a rag doll as he fucks my mouth, his pure pleasure audible and visual.

His groans become louder, and his pace quickens. I know his is going to cum, and my first thought is one of relief. I try to prepare myself for this first load but it is futile given my situation. With one last violent thrust and animal like roar he unloads his hot white cum down my throat.

The first release is huge and I fight my gag reflex, without success. He pulls my head back violently and his cock out of my mouth to allow his second load to escape over my face and breasts. His grip on my hair loosens but he does not release it. I try hard to swallow all I can – I know it is what he expects but I fail. He is staring down at me, his eyes glazed, a small satisfied smile across his face. Clearly pleased with his decoration of me.

He steals a look sideways in the mirror to survey us and his smile widens. I wonder for a moment what drives this side of him, why he enjoys using me like this, how violent he can be and I find myself flushing at the reality of my enjoyment of it. My knees ache a little and I try to move to stand and he allows me, letting go of my hair.

I stand before him covered in his cum. I take a glance at myself in the mirror and I am a mess, snot and saliva and cum, mixed with mascara and my smudged lipstick. ‘You look beautiful’ he says and I let out a small incredulous laugh. ‘Thank you’.

He pulls me towards him, and kisses me, running his fingers across my breasts through his cum and across my cheek.

‘You missed some’ he says as he pushes his fingers into my mouth And I adıyaman seks hikayeleri suck them, savouring the sweetness.

He pulls them out and kisses me, hard and hungrily, his passion ignited again, making his way down my neck and across my chest, taking his cum into his own mouth as he does and sharing it again as he kisses me on the mouth.

‘You like how you taste?’ I say after a while. He just smiles at me and kisses me on the tip of my nose.

He is stood there trousers around his ankles, shoes still on and it makes me laugh again. ‘Shall I help you out of your clothes?’ He laughs too and nods and I am back on my knees helping him to remove his shoes and trousers. Caressing his legs as I do. Before I stand I take a moment to nuzzle his balls, gently licking and sucking them softly and then gently taking his cock in my mouth again, lightly licking him. He moans his approval. I stand slowly and start to work on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning while my hands steal beneath to feel his skin, and tweak his nipples.

I kiss him softly across his chest, breathing him in and he is enjoying this moment of calm as much as me, his hands gently caressing me. He is naked now and semi hard. I marvel at his beautiful cock – and lick my lips, my pussy aches and desire rises in me and flushes my face. He knows what I want and we both know he will make me wait for it. This dance we play one of my favourites.

Between us there are no boundaries – we share our deepest fantasies and most times enact them. We know each other’s bodies well, we have fucked and ‘made love’ 100s of times but somehow we do not tire of each other. The trust we have between us is something neither of us has found before. The opportunity to be our true sexual selves is intoxicating, addictive, dangerous.

‘Get on the bed slut’ he commands snapping me out of my thoughts ‘on your back’. I do as I am told and almost skip to the bed, glad to lay down and rest for a moment. I spread my legs wide for him. My pussy is glistening, a small mound of pubic hair sits above my clitoris but no more. My clit is large and sits proudly already engorged. ‘What a whore you are, covered in cum’ he says.

I want to beg him to fuck me, but daren’t as I know he will punish me for it. I want to touch myself but know I cannot unless he allows me too. These nights with him test me to my limits. I am not the kind of girl who likes to be told what to do – but with him on these nights I am an obliging little cum whore, and as ridiculous as it sounds there is some joy in that and some relief.

I am helpless there exposed and humiliated covered in his cum as he continues to insult me and although it pains me to admit it, his disdain turns me on so much I almost cannot wait for the punishment I know is coming. Every word making my pussy throb.

He stares at me for a moment and lust fills his eyes. I wonder what will come next, what he is thinking. I want him to fuck me right now – but I know he won’t, he likes to torture me that way. ‘Spread your legs wider whore’ he says as he moves towards the bed like an animal about to attack his prey.

He buried his face into my pussy – and a loud moan escapes my lips, my hand moving to the back of his head and my hips thrusting forward. His tongue is inside of me and he pushes it in and out, one hand moves up to squeeze my breasts hard. He is almost wild. He takes his tongue and swirls all it across my pussy finding every crevice, slurping, and indulging in me noisily as I squirm.

‘Fuck me please’ the words escape my lips before I even realise what I’ve said.

I have always preferred being fucked to any type of foreplay even his expert tongue can’t change that but I know better than to say it on these nights, or at least I should.

He moves quickly at my words and slaps his hand down hard across one of my breasts and then he is on top of me, pinning me, heavy, with one hand across my mouth and another around my throat, his face almost touching mine. ‘What have I told you before, you dirty cock slut’ he spits the words out. I cannot answer or move. He takes his hand from my mouth and slaps me across the face, before pushing his fingers into my mouth and tightening his grip on my throat. adrenaline is rushing theough me and my body is on fire.

To my surprise I feel the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy and he slowly pushes himself inside of me, while tightening his grip on my throat even more. ‘Is that what you want?’ He moans filling me. He slides in easily as my pussy is soaking wet. All I can manage is a deep moan. ‘I do like to fuck your tight little cunt, but I will do it when I want’ he growls and slaps me hard again and spits on my face before pulling out and releasing me. I whimper a little, and he appears to take pity on me as he kisses me gently on the lips and across my cheeks to take the sting left by his hand. ‘You are a beautiful slut’ he whispers ‘but you never seem to learn your lesson – Get on all fours’.

I do as I’m told, not wanting another punishment from him. He is behind me now his hands on my hips. He spanks my ass hard on one side and then the other and I let out a little cry, which causes him to hit me again harder still.

‘You are a dirty cum whore my darling and you must me punished’ I nod to agree and I receive one more slap for good measure that makes me wince. I know it will leave a mark. He cups my pussy with one hand, then takes a finger and pushes it inside of me.

I am wet and the sound of his finger moving in and out of me bounces around the room. I moan as he slides in a 2nd finger. I feel his tongue next on my ass, moving up and down until he decides to push it in. He loves to play with my ass and he also enjoys me doing the same to him. For a moment my thoughts turn to our last encounter, and me fucking him with anal beads but I am snapped back to reality when he commands I play with my clit.

I am more than happy to oblige this request and the sensations of his mouth and hands on me, finger fucking my pussy and tongue fucking my ass as I massage my clit consume me – and it is blissful. I am close to orgasm – ‘can I cum, please can I come?’ He does not stop his work and I cannot help but explode with my orgasm rushing over me and my pussy releasing a river of juices which he desperately tries to catch and lap up.

I have fallen forward, my orgasm still pulsing through me, he is still indulging in me and I am moaning and writhing with the sensation, which becomes too much. I collapse down on the bed and move a little so I am on my side, spent for now. He is grinning, on his knees, his face glistening with my juices. He moves towards me and kisses me deeply. ‘See how beautiful you taste? – that’s all for me, only me.’ We kiss softly for a while, I can taste myself a mixture of my pussy, and ass and still his cum. He allows me to enjoy the glow of my orgasm for a few minutes.

He often comments about owning me, and I always wonder why he says it. The reality is we are not together, boyfriend and girlfriend or partners. Sometimes we might not see each other for months. We do not talk about it but I assume he is fucking other women – probably lots of them, and he must know I’m not saving myself for him – or at least I think he does…..

I am likely one of many cum whores he uses for sex. Does he use protection with them? We dispensed with protection a long time ago – it felt natural to remove that barrier between us. God I’m stupid! I lay overthinking, always in my head and think of all the other cum whores, whores, girlfriends…….I shake my head visibly- ‘get out of your head’ I say to myself. I want to enjoy this moment, I have waited quite some time for it. He looks at me puzzled, but doesn’t say anything. I nuzzle into his chest and neck, purring with the last of my glow and push away those thoughts I don’t want acknowledge.

He is smiling at me now, and whispers ‘Remember, nothing is off limits?’ I take a sharp intake of breath – and all I can do is nod. My body stiffens a little and I realise he has probably given me an orgasm in some twisted display of mercy or to ensure I am unable to resist him.

He has wanted to fuck my ass for some time and I have always said no. He is so large the honest truth is that it scares me, especially because he can be so wild at times and uncontrollable and often times shows me no mercy leaving me covered in bruises and unable to sit down for a week. A constant reminder that he has been there, that he ‘owns’ me.

We have debated it many times. I suggested poppers to make things easier but this was a hard no for him and it was left for a while. I don’t know why but when we agreed to meet this time I also agreed to succumb to anything he requested and I knew exactly what that meant. I enjoy pleasing him and he has always given me everything I have desired. He seems almost desperate for it and he hates that I refuse him and it’s not like I have a virgin ass…….

Despite my misgivings I have fantasised about him and the thought of his cock in my ass, consuming me, him unloading in me, his pleasure, turns me on, the ultimate taboo, the intimacy of the act, I relented.

I had prepared as much as I could. Wearing a but plug for 3 days preceding our rendezvous (I had found it strangely enjoyable) and done an enema too for good measure. But my nervousness must be obvious, he has given me the opportunity to change my mind twice now, and I have simply nodded – so he will do as he pleases.

He runs his hands all across my body, and he kisses me deeply our tongues entwined, our desire for each other seemingly never ending and the intensity we share often takes my breath away. He is gentle yet passionate with me, his breathing heavy, he mumbles words and my name, and we are lost in a haze for a moment, his hand cups my ass and he pushes a finger inside of me, making me gasp a little.

His kisses become harder. He pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me, he kisses my mouth and then begins to move down my body, he pulls my bra down to release my breasts, sucking, licking and biting each in turn, my nipples are hard and sensitive and I arch my back and let out a cry with the sensation. I marvel that my bra has made it this far as normally he simply strips me naked. He moves down further to my pussy and gently begins to lick and suck my clit making me squirm even more. I am still sensitive from my orgasm and it makes everything feel heightened.

He slides 2 fingers in to my pussy, lightly fucking me. I am still soaking wet, he takes the same two fingers and gently starts to circle them around my asshole, pushing them in slowly, circling them to widen me. This act is not new territory for us but the anticipation in the air is heavy for what is next and it makes me stiffen when usually I would yield. He slowly removes them to spit on them and whispers ‘baby, you are mine remember, I will take care of you, I always do.’ His tone is low and husky and he pushes his fingers back inside me.

I focus on him and the pleasure he is giving me, and how tender he is being. I begin to moan and pleasure begins to build across my body, anticipation coursing through me and I know he is impatient to realise his desire.

He removes his fingers slowly and makes his way back up my body lifting my legs either side of his shoulders my stilettos resting there to give him easier access as he does. This position is not what I have expected, a relentless doggy style pounding is how I had imagined it. ‘Look at me, baby, be here with me’ our eyes meet and I am instantly in the moment with him, the intensity in his eyes palpable.

I feel his cock on my ass, and he is kissing me again and slowly he begins to push his cock into me. I am holding my breath and then let it go with the sensation, pain, pleasure, lust, desire, as he pushes inch by inch, he eyes on mine the whole time, past and through until he is completely filling me.

I feel lost in a trance almost and I hear a guttural moan come from him. I am holding onto him, a long moan released from me too. We are still for a moment, like there is nothing else in the world but our two bodies locked together like this. ‘Is that good’ he says and I nod again for the third time – and then he begins to move – pulling himself a little ways back then inside of me again.

I let out a cry, I am not sure if I can take the sensation, he is so large so hard that it is all consuming and I truly feel powerless, a feeling I do not welcome. He moves again out a little and in, and whispers gently, ‘you are beautiful, I knew this would be amazing, Jesus Christ you are amazing, I love being inside you’ and somehow these words make me relax and relent to him and he continues to move and my ass somehow starts to relax and the pain subsides and gives way to pleasure and what I thought would be a terrible onslaught turns into him making love to me slowly and passionately, endlessly.

I am moving with him, lifting myself up as much as I can to meet him and to my surprise wishing it would never end. He is kissing me and sucking and squeezing my tits and at times rubs my clit as he slowly moves his cock almost outside of me and slowly back in, his balls slapping down on me every time. This position gives him access to all of me and he loves it and so do I and his pleasure and the look of bliss on his face sends me wild.

The feeling is mind blowing the intensity like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My orgasm is building rising up like a scale, lifting off slightly then down again to give the sensation of mini orgasms or one endless orgasm – it is hard to tell. Our bodies are like one now, our instincts and state primal, both needing and wanting the same end and at the same time for it not to end.

His pace quickens, and he throws himself forward onto me, which allows for my ass to rise up further too, and he slams hard into me, letting out a roar each time, once, twice, and the third time he releases and I too follow, my ass contracting around his throbbing cock as his hot seed unloads deep in my bowels, and then a second thrust as another load is released, and then a final rut, emptying himself inside of me completely. His eyes are wild.

The room is filled with animal sounds, we are both dripping sweat, the smell of our bodies, cum, ass fill the air. He collapses on top of me, breathing so hard and I am struggling to catch my breath my body still juddering with small orgasms chasing each other up and up. And then we are still, he allows my legs to drop down and he slowly and deliberately pulls out, a small moan escaping both our lips as he does.

He moves to lay in my arms, and we bask in the glow of our fucking, our love making for what feels like forever. I can feel his cum slowly, dripping from my ass. ‘You are beautiful’ he whispers as I lightly run my fingers across his arms and back. ‘Why did you make me wait so long?’

I feel that he has surprised himself this night as much as he has surprised me. I lay there fighting feelings I do not want to have about this man – that I can’t have.

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The next morning, he came back and found me lying naked on the bed. I had masturbated myself to sleep after the previous night’s outing and was asleep when he entered my home.

I woke up to my ass being spread and my asshole being spit on and then licked. His spankings from the previous night had left a mark on my ass cheeks and they were still red. He was rough on my ass and asshole as he began rimming me and after a couple of minutes, he placed his stiff cock at the entrance to my nether hole and slid in smoothly. I could feel his groin rubbing against the soft flesh of my ass and his balls against my pussy lips.

He lay on top of me for a couple of minutes with his dick stuck in my asshole. I could feel the blood coursing through his dick and it pulsating with every heartbeat of his. That sensation of a warm cock deep in me was exquisite. I cannot begin to describe how it felt.

Stepping out of the cab, I went up to the driver’s side and asked him to step out of the car. He did so all the while looking me up and down. Smiling, I took his hands and put them on my tits and let him feel them for a bit. When his hands started straying from my tits, I stopped him and kneeling in front of him, I opened his pants and pulled out his cock and after licking it a couple of times, began sucking on it. It didn’t take too long for him to cum in my mouth. When I had swallowed every drop that he had to offer, I stood up and kissing him on the cheek, told him that if he waited here for me till whatever time I came back at, I would reward him with something more.

Which man wouldn’t agree to an offer like that?

As I walked to the entrance of the construction site, I looked back at the cab driver and saw him staring at me and grinning.

At the gate, a security guard let me in and stared at me as I began walking towards the lift and taking off my clothes at the same time. I could feel the security guard’s eyes burrowing into me as I walked away from him.

I took the lift and reached the roof and found my newspaperman lying on a what appeared to be a mattress near the edge. He saw me approaching and adana seks hikayeleri smiling, he laid back. His cock was already erect and pointing at the stars. All I had to do was straddle him and insert it in me. And that’s just what I did. No words were exchanged as I rode him there under the open sky and moaned to my heart’s extent as I orgasmed and he pounded his cock inside me from underneath.

He came hard and as his seed flowed into my pussy, he caught hold of my hips and held me down preventing me from moving. A few minutes later, he let me go and I rolled off him and lay down beside him looking up at the sky.

“You know, I don’t even know your name and you’ve been fucking me for the last few months,” I said.

“Moti is my name,” he said.

“Hi Moti, I am Riya,” I told him, kissing him on the cheeks.

We lay like that not moving for a few minutes and then he turned to me and said, “What if I called in another man to join us?”

“What do you mean? Who?”

“The guard at the gate. He knows about you and me and what we are doing here.”

I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Fine, call him. But ask him to bring the driver of the cab who had brought me here as well. He’s waiting just beyond the gates.”

Moti grinned and picking up his cellphone called the guard and asked him to come upstairs with the cabbie.

I began playing with Moti’s cock while we waited for the other two men to turn up. By the time the two men arrived, I had already got Moti’s now stiff cock inserted in my asshole and was riding him again. But this time, I was facing away from him and towards the direction of the lift from where I expected the guard and the driver to come.

I was riding Moti hard with my asshole when I saw the lift door open and the two men step out.

Both of them had silly grins plastered on their faces. I didn’t stop as they approached Moti and me.

Looking at them, Moti told them to take off their clothes and offer their cocks to me. The men promptly took off their clothes and I was offered two hard cocks to suck on even as I rode Moti’s cock.

A few minutes later, the guard pulled away from me and pushed me backwards on to Moti’s chest. This opened my pussy for entry. Spreading my legs, he pushed his cock in my pussy and between Moti and the guard, they established a rhythm of sorts. Moti was already close to orgasming and pretty soon let came inside my asshole.

A few minutes later, as his cock shrivelled up inside my asshole and popped out, the guard pulled me on top of himself.

There I lay on that sweaty body with his cock going in and out of my pussy like a jackhammer. He pulled me into himself and squished my tits into his hairy chest. I could feel someone toying with my ass. I turned to look and saw the cabbie spreading my ass and rubbing his cock on my asshole. As I looked him straight in the eye, he pointed the head of his cock at my asshole and entered me.

There I was being pounded by two men at the same time under the stars on the roof of an under construction building. The motion of both the men pounding my pussy and my asshole at the same time was so intense that I had multiple orgasms even as both the guard and the cabbie continued to fuck me. At one point, the guard on whom I was lying began playing with my tits and started sucking on them and leaving love bites. Behind me, the cabbie was spanking my ass into a new shade of red. I could feel every slap make the soft flesh of my butt jiggle.

One by one both the guard and the cabbie came deep inside me filling me up. A few minutes later, when they pulled out of my pussy and my ass, I felt a weird emptiness inside me. Crawling over to the two men who were lying opposite each other, I began kissing and licking their cocks and reviving them. I wanted to be fucked again, but this time, I wanted to be fucked by the men one by one, not together. I just wanted that feeling of having a cock inside me and to feel its warm throbbing and that sensation of feeling their manhood squirt their seed in me.

I coaxed and cajoled their detumescent dicks into life and then lay down on the mattress with my legs spread and asked them to fuck me one by one. But the men weren’t having any of it. This time, the cabbie took my pussy first and then pulled me on top of himself and reaching behind me spread my ass cheeks providing the guard with ample access to my asshole. Moti’s dick, meanwhile, had come back to life and was standing in front of me with his cock waving in front of my face. I put his cock in my mouth and began sucking on it.

We stayed like that for god knows how long. Two men pounding my groin with their rock hard cocks and one in my mouth. I orgasmed like I had never orgasmed before. I screamed in wild lust filled ecstasy each time my orgasms peaked and my body trembled.

About seven back-to-back orgasms later, the men fucking me began cumming. The first to go was the guard who came with one massive grunt deep into my asshole. As he pulled out, Moti released his load in my mouth and then the cabbie caught hold of my waist and began pounding me on his cock hard. A few minutes later, he let loose his cum deep in my pussy.

Once he was done cumming inside me, he pushed me off himself and all four of us lay on the mattress in a mass of heaving flesh.

A few minutes later, Moti was the first to move and get up. Dusting his clothes, he began putting them on. Once he was fully dressed, he helped me up and picked up my clothes to help me get dressed. But I told him to let them be. I wanted to be naked for a little while longer.

The cabbie and guard had begun moving too and were getting dressed.

The cabbie agreed to drop me home. I took my clothes from Moti and wearing my sandals, I began walking to the lift.

“You aren’t going to put on your clothes?” Moti asked.

“No. I am going home naked,” I turned and told him smiling and looked at the cabbie’s expression.

It was past 4 am when I got home. I had asked the cabbie to drop me off about a 100 metres away from my home. As I walked home, I could feel the numerous loads of cum leaking out of my pussy and asshole onto the insides of my thighs.

I ran myself a long warm bath and once clean, I went to my bed still dripping wet and lay down and slept the sleep of the freshly fucked-to-satisfaction woman. The only thought in my mind was what further debauched things Moti would make me do.

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Note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. All characters are over 18 years old.

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Hi there, my name is Kevin and I’ve always been the gadget-junkie geek. The kind you’d see waiting in line to get a new Iphone, but I’m not against trying something new. I’ve always kept an open mind about new things, even the weirdest ones. It is kinda like my hobby, you know?

So, I’ve been dating this bi-girl called Rhonda for a while and she’s really into kinky stuff. She showed me several BDSM videos and toys to get us into the mood, many I wouldn’t try mainly because I couldn’t on my current shape. I was somewhat embarrassed about her getting way ahead of me and always asked to go slow.

Rhonda always implied to me how much of a wimp I was. I understand I got the nerdy looks, but to taunt and poke fun out of me is not that much of a romantic move. In fact I’ve been feeling a little down lately about her. Sometimes I avoided her advances and wanted us to settle and cuddle a little watching Netflix or something.

One day Rho simply left me. No note, nothing, just went away and blocked my calls. The only problem is that we worked more or less close to each other. I mean, we’re on similar teams, but since the quarantine, we’ve been on home office. I knew she had to participate on meetings, she had to talk and all that. I remembered leaving a sad face to her and nothing else, hoping she had forgotten to block me at work too. I know, shitty move, but I was desperate.

Today, she contacted me. She said she wanted to have a real talk, the two of us. I asked where and she said “your place, so you may get comfortable about it”.

I was so nervous, I got myself double checking all my home tidiness, I put some snacks and I got her favorite mocha ready. I knew she got one like that every workday morning and I’d really wanted to make an impression on her.

Finally, Rhonda arrived. After a quick “hi”, she settled her bag at her side and stared at me like anything else existed at the moment. “Kevin, we gotta talk.” she said with her black lined eyes staring deep into mine. I remember having mine full of tears and I was avoiding her deep gaze, hiding from inevitably hearing the words “break” and “up” or something similar. I said “I know, I know… you wanna see other people, you don’t want me around anymore, sorry for the message…”

“Why, no! Now, I didn’t break up with you, I just had sometime to rethink our relationship by myself.”

“You did?”

“Of course! I think you’re so tender and gentle and I was forcing myself over you. That wasn’t nice. So I wanted to invite you to something I think you’d like to see in our relationship.”

I was so scared at the moment, but it was like a ton of bricks got lifted from my chest. I was into her, but I also felt like she could do better and I was holding her and her career back.

“Look, I realized you were having… arousal problems lately and I wanted you to know that I understand. This happens to a lot of guys, really. I’ve done some research and I think I just have the thing for you.”

“What do you mean? You did what exactly?” I was hyperventilating a little.

She put a neat purple laced present box on my lap.

“Come on, open up. I want you to check it out and tell me how do you feel about it.”

The night already went one-eighty and I was trying to hold tight from the whiplash. She brought me a gift! I opened up and found a plastic case containing some skin-colored object.

“What… What is this? Is this a sex toy?”

“It is way more than a sex toy! It is an AI controlled stimulator. I know how much you are into gadgets and this was presented to me by my own friend who happens to own a sex shop shipping company.”

“But… But… How…, sikiş hikayeleri I mean…”

“Yeah, you got it right! So, what do you think about we trying it out on your butthole? Get our relationship spicy?”

I was in shock. “I’m not into this… kinda of stuff…” Before I could think, she jumped over me kissing me all around. She pulled my T-shirt off and was going for my pants. I tried again somewhat louder. “Stop, I don’t even know what this is…”

“Great! So before you check it, don’t get all whiny, you gonna like it.” And she started sucking me off.

I must admit her oral was something else. From our first time together, I knew she was really expert on the matter. She had my penis and balls in her mouth at the same time, somehow. Meanwhile, I was dazing off from all stimuli and noticed she got that thing with her other hand while watching me from my groin level. I realized that and tried to stand up, but got such pain that drove me back to the couch. She threatened me with her teeth all around my male parts and smiled back devilishly, with her mouth still full. She muffled a gesture for me to turn. I got afraid. She gave me a small bite that almost made me yelp.

With no choice there soon I was turned to the side of the couch, pants on my ankles and with her having ful access to my rear. She had some lube and started caressing me there.

I was sure having a terrible experience while she proceeded to insert that up my rectum. I tried to catch a glimpse and could see that skin colored thing slipping inside me. I’m ashamed to say that that thing wasn’t big. In fact, I got the sensation like I needed to go to the bathroom.

Soon enough I saw her looking at me, gasping from surprise while backing away with her hands to the floor. That “cyber-dildo” slipped like falling into place and suddenly it felt like I was dirty there, but nothing else. I felt very well, actually.

“Did you just penetrated me?”

“Nah, this was nothing. I told you, you would get comfortable with this!”

“You inserted a dildo up my ass. How’s this comfortable?” I was trying to hide the truth, red-faced embarrassed beyond reason.

“You probably aren’t feeling a thing right now, relax.”

“How do you know?”

She tilted her head, letting her silk hair flow a little, raising her thin eyebrows. “Really? You’re asking ME how I know about a sex product?” Rhonda got up and lent me a hand so I could stand up too.

“So, any trouble moving?”

“Not for now. Eventually I’ll need my ass back, you know?”

“You whine so much, you wait and see what this thing can do.” She pushed a button on her phone and I felt some vibration.

“Really? A vibrator? You think I needed a vibrator?”

“Shut up and come” Then, she took me to bed. I must say, the vibration stopped, but something else started. It was enlarging, and not uniformly. It “filled” me up on parts I didn’t know existed.

“What is this vibrator doing to me?” Then I felt a push on an specific point that had me crazy. I was already erected from the weird sensations, but this was something else.

“It is learning. Everytime you don’t react, it corrects itself and adapts its shape to you.”

“What? When is it gonna stop then?”

“Take a guess” and she threw her panties to the floor while mounting me, cow girl style. Her C cup bra was jiggling discreetly, her long hair covering her curves.

“Your penis will be rock hard whenever it feels like and with this…” she shook her phone, “when I do too.” She blinked defiantly her big eyelashes.

“Impossible, I won’t be enslaved by the anusssSS” and soon, the thing started prolonging itself inside me, infiltrating other portions with what I guess were sprawling mini-branches or something. The feeling was like a hand spreading, but with elongated fingers, each devoid of bones. I… I was blissing, I guess… I felt so filled up, like really expanded from behind, but with no pain whatsoever. My penis certainly felt the massage, I’ve never been so hard in my entire life!

“YES! YEEES! COME ON MY SLAVE! YEEEEEAH, OH MY ASSLAVE, MY PURE ASSLAVE, TIME TO MILK YOU UP!!” Rho had this habit of screaming her words like an audition to a porn movie.

I felt dirty with all that and came soon enough, some short and tense spurt inside her. I knew Rhonda was on the pill and she was aware I couldn’t last long, but something was awfully wrong. My butt got plump for a minute, like filled with some awful case of bad gas.

“DON’T YOU DARE STOPPING NOW!” Soon enough, this plumpiness felt like riding a horse or a bike. It felt rock hard instead of the tender feeling from before.

“YESSSS! AGAAAIN!” The rock-hard mode wasn’t without pain. This time I felt like something was getting to the bursting point. My own ass!

“COME BACK OR IT WILL TEAR YOU APART!” Rhonda pulled my neck, strangling me a little. “I SWEAR, IT WILL TEAR YOUR ASS APART LIKE YOU WOULDN’T IMAGINE!”

I focused into getting hard, afraid for my life, for my own ass. The thing relaxed a little. I kept the mind bent only on doing that. I had a fair share of porn videos during my teenage years which were coming back to me, probably like your entire life does before your imminent death. I remembered so many blondies with huge black dildos being inserted into their pussies, some midget ones being twirled over shafts, a hairy guy fucking a cheating desperate wife, a plumber fitting a huge pipe down a brunette’s throat…

Suddenly I understood what I needed to do. I had this huge thing in me about to burst my intestines out if I didn’t get hard ASAP. So I envisioned myself switching places with those women. Hostage to that huge thing on me, probing, enlarging, prickling my insides, specially my inner new discovered button. I needed to learn a new way to get aroused, to get excited and I needed to do that pronto.

So I remembered Rhonda was bi and, also, I had her riding me, fucking me with that huge AI dildo, doing me like a virgin. I’ve just now lost my virginity in fact. These thoughts caught me off guard to the point my dick, as sensitive as it was, stood back up and got inside her again.

“That’s it. I gotta play the AI!” I thought while feeling the craziest hacker.

I pictured myself as one of those girls Rhonda dated a while back. She had a terrible taste for women, usually bimbos showing off to other guys through her. Rho got hurt eventually and dropped women. That’s how I approached her. I got it right this time. I’ll be her bimbo, at least until I survive this sex…

I moaned softly and high-pitched which sounded weird. She stopped her ass shaking and looked at me briefly. She smirked a little and got back into her trance, pulling her hair to her back again.

That cyber-dildo relaxed quite a bit. I actually could move my hips more freely. I got confident and reacted to her moves more, playing with my hips against hers. “Wait a minute, let’s try its other function” she said taking her phone again. I spotted a number two selected on her phone. She locked it and dismounted from me, turning me into all fours.

“This is new to me as well.” She said between breathes. “I’m curious if it binds us together…”

I felt her pressuring her vagina from behind, very moisted and hot. I felt something pulling from me and getting curved, like a tail of some sort. She fitted this new tail inside her and got used to it moving slowly for a while. In the meantime I was staring and the pillow, feeling tired. Only the thought of laying down had that “techno-dick” probing me a little back up. Now, it reacted almost instantly to my behavior shifts.

“Don’t move, it wants you to to get used to this position, so you slowly grow accustomed.”

“But I’m tired, can’t I get some rest?” I said high-pitched, almost silently, like a small moaning.

“I told you, my little asslave… You’re mine now!” she said while getting up her back up with that cyber-monster inside her vagina too. She moved softly and the whole thing came lose inside me.

“Here, now, let me guide you.” I felt the friction going faster as she started a sweet pounding over my rear. I pictured many girls in this position, making their best out of this situation, facing their submissive roles in bed. I felt like this is something we gotta grow to eventually like and calmed myself while the fucking got more intense.

“Yeah… Let’s go, my little hooker, aren’t you my little hooker?” She murmured ever so louder. “My little… Booty call?”

Suddenly reality sank in and I realized how I wasn’t more than her sex object now. Despite my pride, I noticed how much she enjoyed ramming me from behind. These thoughts made that AI all the more caring with my inner parts. It felt so soft, like pushing a smooth elongated balloon up me, having some of her pounding absorbed.

“Y..Yeah… I’m your booty call. Your little…” the AI punched my rear a little, “your little pussy.”

“Ohhh my dear little pussy. Sorry for mistreating you, my asslave. You’re doing a beautiful ass-job. You’ll learn, you’ll see… Isn’t this nice and sweet? Aren’t you having fun now, instead of the last position? Maybe we should go like this from now on.”

The sensation was indeed much better than having my rear almost exploded. Rhonda was a beast, insatiable, having me like a wild animal. I remember I got my head bumped against the bed’s frame twice. I tried to go down a little, even if the AI stiffened and punished me back some. After some time, I was sore and it wasn’t making much difference anyway.

I guess seeing me slowly giving in was her kick. She came soon after and fell like a rag doll to my side. I looked at her beautiful smooth legs shaking a little. Behind me, I spotted my “cyber-tail” receding back inside me.

“Oh no, it is going to hurt me again” I jumped from bed, suddenly.

“Don’t worry, it is off now.” She showed me her phone. It said “bio-mode”.

“What is that mode?”

“It is part of you now. You don’t need to worry about taking out or cleaning. You just need to take a lot of water from time to time, it will clean itself up and protect your inner sides.”

“Oh c’mon… Is it gonna be inside me forever now?”

“Until I say so, yes.”

“I didn’t agree to this. Take this out of me, now!”

“Don’t make a scene ok? You just discovered anal sex, it is ok to be troubled a little. We need to talk… This time, we’ll need another friend of mine present.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I gave you is an AI driven sex-reactor. It generates sexy mindset inside your head, using what you crave most.”

“I don’t crave butt sex, that I know.”

“It doesn’t matter. It is not about what you think you want, it is about what drives you crazy the most. You’re smart, you probably figured by now you men have that secret G-spot hidden inside you, right?”

I was speechless. I pictured myself having to deal with my new anal driven sex life.

“Yeah. That’s it. Before you start getting hysteric about it, I’d better take you to a shrink.”

“What? So you first rape me with this AI monster on me and now you want me to attend to therapy? Take this out!”

“It is ok. You just need to… adjust to your new body’s erogenous spots” she said before kissing my shocked face. “I call you!” She said, while dressing up, picking her stuff up and leaving with the Mocha I have prepared for her.

I’m still on bed rethinking my life. What should I do?

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