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The next week was very busy for both Evan and Craig, and most nights they simply got into bed, exhausted from heat and stress, too tired to do anything but cuddle.

On the Friday he was going to leave for Laguna, Evan left very early in the morning, kissing a sleepy Craig goodbye before getting in his cruiser and heading downtown.

It was 6:00, and for an hour or so the cool dawn held back the heat. He turned on the radio to listen to the news. All anyone talked about was the threat of more fire. There was no remote chance of rain—the only thing to hope for was that the Santa Anas wouldn’t pick up again.

At the major intersection of Sunset and Fairfax he drew up to a red light, and there was Craig’s billboard, in full glory. It was huge. It stood out even among all the other garish signs crowding every available point of view. He’d passed it several times on the way in the past week, and it had always made him smile. There was his boyfriend, floating on a cloud, surrounded by a bevy of gorgeous hunks. Craig looked stunningly beautiful and so seductive. Even disregarding their relationship, Evan thought how powerful a photo it really was, entirely because of Craig. This model wasn’t trying to sell you anything, or project an image of unattainable happiness. He looked almost pained, full of longing and desire—all the qualities that had made Evan fall in love with him.

The traffic light lasted longer than usual, and Evan just sat and stared at “Mr. Los Angeles.” He was. He was an image of the world around him—a city so soft, vulnerable, and open, so sprawling and huge but so intimate and tender at the same time.

And yet even now the fires were beginning to smolder again under the rising sun.

The light changed, and he drove on.

+++

As Evan headed down to Laguna after a long day of work, Craig was just leaving the Paramount lot on Melrose Avenue late that afternoon. He was stressed.

He cranked up the AC in his Porsche and drove as he replayed the conversation he had just finished in his head, over and over.

“Well, Craig, I can’t tell you how impressed I am. Very very impressed with the work you’ve done here.”

“Thanks, Mandy. So what’s the next step?”

“From my end, it’s a go. I have to run this past my boss, of course, but I don’t see any problem.”

“Ok, so that’s . . . good?”

“Craig, it’s good. It’s VERY good. Why don’t you set up a conference call, um . . . next Thursday, with Sony and Universal. You should have your own legal representation there, too. And we can iron out the details then.”

“Well, if the city doesn’t burn down in the meantime.”

“What? Oh, we’ve never let a little thing like a natural disaster get in the way of doing business in this town. Uh, Craig, let me ask you. You do know what this means, right? I mean, for you?”

“You’re talking about my cut.”

“Yes. It is going to be substantial. Quite substantial. That, plus being the one to broker this. It’s really going to make you a name in this town. I can guarantee your life is going to change. Coming into that can be overwhelming, even for you. I’ve seen it do terrible things to people. You should think about it, if this is what you really want.”

“I have thought about that. And, well, here I am.”

“Alright then. Let me be the first to say—unofficially, off the record—congratulations. It has truly been a pleasure.”

Driving away, Craig knew he should have been happy, but he wasn’t. His stomach felt queasy, he felt this strange buzzing in his head, and he realized he did not want to go home—not to his house, tonight, alone.

He had told himself, sworn to himself, that if this deal worked out, he was going to sever ties with his dad, once and for all. And now he felt his mind being torn into different directions, like it was splitting into several different pieces.

Part of him was saying, “You didn’t really mean it. You don’t have to do anything. It’s not a big deal. This doesn’t have anything to do with your dad. You can still go see him.”

Another part was racked with guilt, saying, “It’s now or never! If you don’t make the break now, you never will. You have to! If you don’t you’re just a weak, spineless, stupid coward!”

Deep inside, another part was comparing this meeting to the last one he’d had with his father, and seeing in stark contrast the blatant evidence of his success and acceptance against his father’s total dismissal of him. But as soon as Craig gave in to feelings of finally being worth something, on his own, he went in the other direction and attacked himself for being self-deluded. His instinctive need for self-protection was battling with genuine happiness and it was cranking up the stress inside to the boiling point.

This he recognized. He’d talked about this battle inside himself many times with therapists, whenever something good happened to him, but it didn’t help him the least bit right now.

The only thing he knew could truly help him at this moment casino siteleri was to feel Evan’s strong arms around him. But he wasn’t here.

Craig tried; he really tried to hang onto his trust in their newly-expressed love, but his world seemed to be crashing down around him, and now all he could think was Why hadn’t Evan asked him to join him? Why hadn’t he insisted? Was he ashamed of him, despite saying he wasn’t? It didn’t matter that it made no sense; he was here working. It was never a question if he’d join him with his family. But the self-doubt crept in, licking around his security in their relationship like tiny tongues of flame.

He began to drive. Just drive—aimlessly, stupidly, mindlessly. Down Melrose, then Fairfax, then Pico, a right on Wilshire, then down to 18th street in Santa Monica and towards the ocean. As he drove, he gazed at all the normal people in their little stucco houses. He saw fathers pulling into driveways getting back from work; stay-at-home moms pushing their kids in strollers; teenagers playing basketball; girls in tight yoga pants coming back from the gym. Normal, happy life, unrolling in front of his eyes like a movie, or a waking dream.

He’d always been so alone! In his heart, in his dreams. And now he had achieved it all—the success he’d always wanted. He’d made a name for himself, but he feared it was only going to cut him off and make him even more isolated.

He drove and drove and drove like a lost man. At one point he stopped at a 7-11 and bought a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a box of powdered doughnuts and ate them as he continued to drive. He drove through LA, up and down, getting on and off the freeway, for hours, until he felt sick. At last, barely even knowing what he was doing or where he was going, he found himself pulling into a driveway in West Hollywood. He knew he’d been here before but he didn’t recall who he had come to see.

He shook his head, and seemed to suddenly wake up, as if he had just lost four hours of his life. With a huge feeling of relief, he realized he had somehow driven himself to Larry’s house. Larry. Thank god. Not Jason. Ok. He began to calm down, saying, “I’m at Larry’s. A friend. Larry’s a friend.”

At that moment he heard Larry’s loud, sarcastic voice.

“Oh, he’s alive! Come to see us at last. Where the hell have you been, Craigy?”

Larry. Troy. Several other guys he recognized. Walking towards him, down the driveway. Craig smoothed his hair in the mirror, put on some shades and stepped out of his car, smiling, and held out his arms.

“Hey guys! Where’s the party?”

+++

That same night, Evan found himself alone in the ICU of the Cardiac Wing of the Laguna hospital, keeping watch over his dad. After a long day and night, his mother and sister and her family had gone home to shower and change their clothes, at Evan’s insistence.

His dad had gone in for a routine operation, or so he thought, while he was still at work. But when he arrived at the hospital, expecting to find him sleeping or up in bed, he ran into total chaos—his mom and sister hysterical, doctors running around, nephews and nieces crying. Apparently there had been some complication, and he was still on the operating table, undergoing open heart surgery. The doctors could only say it was very serious, and it was going to be touch and go for a while. So Evan, all thoughts of Craig pushed out of his mind, went into comfort mode for his female relations. He had to be strong, for them. He held his mother and talked his sister out of a fit as they sat and waited, and waited. His dad was in there for hours, with no word from the doctors.

At last, an exhausted surgeon, his scrubs soaked in sweat, came out to see them.

Captain Malone was ok, if very shaky. They’d had to go in and do a quadruple bypass. His heart had stopped more than once, but he had eventually stabilized. His pressure was good, his breathing normal.

“I don’t want to lie to you, Mrs. Malone, if we hadn’t caught this now, your husband would have had a massive heart attack in the next couple of weeks. But we did. Sometimes these kinds of things, you just can’t see until something bad happens. It’s a damn good thing you brought him in a few weeks ago. A damn lucky thing.”

“But it’s going to be real rough over the next few weeks. He’s not out of the woods, yet.”

At this Evan’s mom threw herself in Evan’s arms and sobbed into his neck.

“Shh, mom, it’s ok. He’s going to be alright.”

But Evan sounded a lot more sure of it than he actually was, and when, finally, everyone had gone home and he was alone, he sat down at his dad’s bedside petrified in fear. His dad looked terrible. He had tubes coming out of his mouth hooked up to IVs and machines. His chest was bandaged and tightly bound. He looked 15 years older and so fragile and weak it scared Evan to death.

He was mortified. Paralyzed. Unable to think or breathe. He had to stifle the urge to vomit, so violently did his mind want to reject slot oyna the image before him. The sight of his father’s chest made his own burst into pain, so overwhelming he thought he would pass out. It didn’t stop aching the whole time he was in the room. The idiotic hospital clock was ticking so loudly, as if life and time was going on as normal, and nothing was normal. Nothing would ever be normal again!

He held his father’s weak, lifeless hand as tears welled up in his eyes. He was utterly unprepared for the emotions breaking open in his body, which had been muffled until the moment he was alone. But now it was so quiet, the only sounds his father’s slow, labored breath and the ticking of the damn clock. He looked dead. Even if he survived this, Evan knew looking at him that the strong, vibrant man he’d always known as his father was gone forever. He looked as weak and vulnerable as a baby.

Evan continued to hold his hand as he struggled to get a grip on himself. He clenched his teeth together and focused on his breathing, otherwise he felt any second he was going to scream or have a fit.

But he realized this wasn’t just about his dad. It was Craig, and everything that had happened in the last two months.

The emotions, the raw, primitive, true emotions, were swirling and churning and boiling inside him, beyond words, beyond understanding. Happiness, amazement, fear, and love, above all love, hitting him like a tidal wave. For Craig, for his father. What a bunch of lies he’d been living his whole life! He did not know himself, he never had. His love for his father burned its way up through his heart, as searing and powerful as the desert, as deep as the ocean. It burst over him now, at this moment, at his bedside, their history forgotten, swallowed up in the tender memories that now flooded his mind.

“Daddy.” He whispered the word to himself. “I don’t want you to die.”

Evan sat for a while murmuring to him, comforting him in his sleep, holding his hand, and pushing back his own pain. He could not process it. He only knew that he began to feel weak and fragile himself, dazed and confused. And his love for Craig! Just barely acknowledged, timidly embraced, mysterious and unknown. He had to talk to him, right this second.

He left the hospital room where cell phones were forbidden and went into the waiting area and desperately called Craig’s phone, praying that he would answer. But it just rang and rang, which was unusual. When the voicemail finally picked up, he could hardly wait for the beep.

“Hey, it’s me. Where are you? I’m at the hospital. I’d really like to talk to you, so when you get this, give me a call, ok? I miss you. . .” Evan let the tape run for a minute, not knowing what else to say. “Just call me. Hope everything’s going ok.”

He went back to his dad’s room and took up his silent vigil. He was only in there a few minutes when he heard a soft knock on the doorframe.

“Evan?”

Evan turned to look, wondering if he was correct in thinking he recognized the voice. He was. It was Chad.

Their eyes locked and they exchanged a long, intense look. They had not seen each other in years, but it was as if they were 15 again. The beach flashed into Evan’s memory—watching Chad on the surfboard, laughing as he saw him wipe out. Chad saw an image of Evan on his new bike, proud and defiant, cruising down their street with his long hair flying behind him. High school home room, the football field, the sweaty locker room, and the long hot days of summer with nothing to do. Intimate talks on the beach and drinking beer underneath the pier.

“Chad,” Evan murmured, completely stunned. “What are you . . . what are you doing here?”

He had not changed in ten years. Still in fabulous shape. Perhaps a few wrinkles around the eyes, but otherwise just as cute and blond as before.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I’m interrupting. I heard about your dad and well, I just thought I’d stop by . . .” He held out some flowers he’d bought in the hospital gift shop. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Evan was so absorbed in worrying about his dad he forgot to be mad. He just stared at him and said, “Uh, thanks, you can put them over there.”

As Chad stepped into the room, Evan was aware of his every gesture, his every sound. The tension was so great he could hear his heart pounding and was sure Chad could, too. He noticed Chad’s large, strong, tanned hands as he put down the bouquet. He remembered them tossing a football, running them through his soft feathered hair. He remembered Chad down to the smallest detail.

“What are you doing here?” Evan said softly, his voice insinuating much more than he actually said.

“Just came to see your dad. You know how I feel. It’s almost like he was my dad, too.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Evan said abruptly. “I meant what are you doing here, back in LA?”

Chad sighed. In a second the past erupted into the room like an exploding volcano. They both knew exactly what Evan meant.

“Evan canlı casino siteleri . . .” Chad said, quietly. “I’m sorry. I’ve been in town, I just didn’t know if you’d want to see me.”

“Oh you mean you were actually going to drop by and say hello, after all this time? I’m so honored.”

“Evan. I’m sorry. Can we talk?”

“Well as you can see, I’m kind of pre-occupied.”

“I know. I mean . . . I lied. I knew you were here. I stopped by your house and Gina told me you were here. I came to see you.”

“Oh, I see. It’s only been, what—ten fucking years?”

Chad sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. Evan couldn’t help noticing his body, as if for the first time. Never, in all the time they were friends, had he ever “checked him out,” but now . . . after what he knew, knowing how he was, who he was . . . he noticed, alright. Everything. And it made him feel like a disgusting pervert. He could suck Craig and fuck him in the ass, but only this, noticing Chad’s body, made him in the least bit uncomfortable with his homosexuality. Aware of it. Self-conscious in a bad way.

“Evan, I’d really like to talk to you. There were—there are—reasons. I’d like to explain.”

“Are you married?” Evan interrupted him, his head down, refusing to look at Chad’s face.

“Am I what?”

“Are you married? I want to know.”

“No,” Chad almost whispered. “No, I’m not.”

The emotional atmosphere in the room thickened. Evan closed his eyes, with a sinking feeling. He knew what was coming. Hadn’t he known? Hadn’t he always known? But he just could not deal with this right now. And why the fuck hadn’t Craig called him back?

“I can’t talk to you now, Chad. I just can’t. Could you leave, please?”

“Yeah, of course, sure. Maybe later?”

“Fine. You know where to find me.”

“Ok. And Evan, I’m sorry about your dad. I’m so sorry. If you need anything—anything at all!—let me know, ok? I’m staying at my house. Same number.”

“Fine.” Evan just wanted him to leave.

Just then, his phone rang, and he saw Craig’s number coming up.

“Excuse me, I have to take this.” He headed out into the hallway as Chad left.

“Hey,” Evan said in relief, desperate to hear Craig’s voice. But what came through the receiver, so loud it caused the nurses at the check-in station to glare at him, was raucous noise. Blaring dance music, shouts, yells, laughter.

Extremely irritated, Evan moved into a stairwell.

“Craig? What’s going on?”

Craig’s slurred, drunken voice echoed loudly through the concrete stairwell.

“Evan! Baby, how are you?”

“What the fuck’s going on? Where are you?”

He heard male voices laughing in the background, and Craig talking off the phone.

“Craig! Jesus Christ!”

“Ho . . . whoah, I’m sorry. Kinda loud in here. Hang on.”

Evan clutched the phone getting angrier by the second. Finally Craig came back on.

“Mmmm. . baby why aren’t you here?” It was obvious he was extremely drunk.

“I’m in the fucking hospital, Craig, why do you think?”

He thought he actually heard Craig snorting with laughter.

“I’m sorry, babe, sorry. Larry’s trying to get me to dance. You ok?”

“No I’m not. Not at all.”

“Aw . . . I’m sorry, hon. Too bad you can’t get up here. Mmmmmm . . . guess what, baby?”

“What?” said Evan, in the most cynical voice he could muster.

“My deal went through. Today. Yep. Millions of dollars, of my own fucking money, and now . . .” Craig’s voice was so slurred and thick Evan could barely understand him. “Now I can tell that ASSHOLE to fuck off and get the fuck out of my life, how about that?”

“Craig. My father is in the next room with tubes coming out of his chest. He could die.”

There was silence at the other end of the line.

“Babe, I can’t hear you, I’m sorry, can we talk later, I gotta . . . I gotta go, get a drink, or something. Call me.”

Evan hung up on him, infuriated. He yelled out “Fuck!!” in the empty stairwell.

+++

Craig woke up late the next morning, in his own bed, with no recollection of how he’d gotten there. His head was about to explode. He moaned, “Oh, fuck.” He had very little memory of the previous day. His last clear thought was leaving the studio. Pico. Driving. Doughnuts. Oh, god, he moaned and rolled over in bed again. He’d eaten doughnuts. He only did that when he was really bad off.

Around his room he saw spilled glasses, bottles of beer, and ashtrays full of cigarette butts. He thought he was still smelling the leftover smoke from the apparent party in his room last night, which he did not recall in the least, until he realized the sharp, acrid scent was real, and wafting in through the open patio doors. He got up, naked—how the hell had that happened?—and padded over to the window.

“Jesus!”

Outside, to the northeast and very far away, he could see a huge plume of black smoke. This was real. The tinder box ringing LA had finally exploded, Craig had seen it before. Not close enough to threaten him, but it was bad. He clicked on his phone. The news reports were all over the “firestorm” raging in Ventura county. Thousands of acres. Uncontrolled. Winds picking up.

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“What do you think you are doing you impudent whore? How dare you talk back to me, Yuriko! I ought to kill you now and send you to the depths of hell!” He smacked her again, drawing a line of blood from her lip to match her bloodied nose and bruised cheeks and eyes, which were downcast and deeply afraid. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his smoldering eyes. “But that would be too good for a whore like you. Not even hell would keep you!” He pushed her to the ground, pointing and laughing at her as she fell in a large mud puddle, sobbing. “Now you look as dirty as you are, whore!” He continued laughing as she sobbed in the mud, feeling completely helpless. How had she survived three years as this man’s wife? Images of her lifeless body floating upon the pond behind their home became more comforting…yes she would drown hers- – her thought process was interrupted as she heard a strange wet noise, and felt something splatter on her. She looked up, and saw a large samurai sword sticking out from the gut of her husband. She glanced at his shocked face before he was pushed off the sword and aside. A hand reached out to her, and she took it, pulling herself up out of the mud. His other hand, holding the sword, expertly flicked off the blood and slid it back into its case.

The samurai was dressed plainly, in what appeared to be a simple black kimono, accented with brilliant jade. But looking closer, one could see the imperial symbol and dragon elegantly printed into the fabric. She immediately fell to the mud again, bowing and touching her head to the ground before the royal samurai. A gruff laugh escaped his lips before he yanked her up again. “I desire no formalities. You are to come with me, for you have business with the Empress.” The girls mouth dropped and the samurai let another gruff laugh escape before he turned on the heel of his sandals. “Follow me.” It didn’t take much encouragement as she quickly followed after his retreating form.

Neither one spoke as they made their way towards the towering Imperial Palace in the distance.

Business with the Empress? Whatever kind of business could she have with the Empress? She couldn’t even remember ever having SEEN the Empress, let alone have had any contact that would warrant business. She had led a quiet life with her horrible beast of a husband – which reminded her that she should eventually have to thank the samurai for taking care of him for her – helping him run their small tea shop in the middle of town. She hadn’t broken any laws, or done anything of merit. Really she was just an ordinary girl who had lived an extraordinarily unhappy life of 23 years. Perhaps this event was the Fortunes finally smiling upon her? She smiled to herself at this thought, and picked up her speed to catch up with the fast paced samurai.

Her mouth dropped open again as they came to the gate of the looming, huge, magnificent palace. Covered in gold, jade, and the finest materials known to man it was the most amazing structure in all of the land. Home to the son of the Sun God, as her people believed that each Emperor was the voice of the Sun God on Earth – the supreme ruler of the land. The funny thing was, he was never there – at least this Emperor never was. He was always off leading his troops into different lands, invading and protecting, protecting and invading. It was rumored that the Empress herself did most of the ruling within the main city and surrounding lands. She was a strong, powerful woman who was admired by many and hated by just as many.

Her mouth continued to gape as she passed what seemed to be hundreds of rooms filled with courtesans, warriors, art work, geisha, swords, dragons, phoenix – everywhere she looked she saw more and more beautiful things than she had ever seen before. Suddenly the samurai came to a stop and she almost fell over herself to keep from running into him. He pulled open one of the few solid wooden doors she had seen, and large wafts of steam came out. He led her inside what appeared to be a bathing room. He turned to her and motioned to the steaming pool of water sunken into the intricate marble and jade floor. “Here you can bathe and dress before seeing the Empress. I will wait outside the door for you until you are finished.” He promptly bowed, backed out of the room, and shut the door before she could thank him.

Yuriko paced around the small but beautiful room, and her eyes landed on the kimono hanging at the back of the room. She gently traced her fingers along its edges – it was made of the finest fabric she had ever felt. It was a deep blue edged with casino siteleri gold, and was patterned with small lilies. She smiled, and couldn’t wait to bathe to then try it on. She slipped out of her muddy kimono and gently folded it and placed it on the small ledge that surrounded the room. She stepped down into the bath, instantly gasping at its pleasant warmth.

It had been so long since she had taken a nice hot bath – in fact she couldn’t even remember the last time she had taken one. She washed her slender but firm body – she was very fit from being on her feet constantly in their tea house and having to carry things everywhere she went. While her husband called her too manly for being muscular, she appreciated her well muscled form – from her square shoulders, medium sized breasts, smooth stomach, and shapely rear. She was not the usual thin waif that most of the girls her age were running around as.

After cleaning away the dirt and grim it was apparent that her skin was very slightly tan where her kimono did not touch and the sun could kiss her skin which was also slightly roughed from hard labor – but immaculate and without overt blemish. She carefully washed the mud and dirt out of her long ebony hair which reached down to the bottom of her shoulder blades, a cascade of ebony silk down her back. She took her time braiding it into a single braid that hung down her back, and would sway with each movement of her body. Feeling refreshed, she stepped out of the bath and slipped into the kimono. It was short – cut just at her knees to reveal her well toned legs. The blue was a perfect compliment to her skin, and the soft material clung to her body, and although she was completely covered, she felt slightly exposed – but sensual in a way she had not known before.

She smoothed the kimono one more time, self consciously, and opened the door. As he said, the samurai was waiting outside for her. He smiled and bowed to her, and motioned for her to follow him. After traversing a few more hallways, and receiving many strange almost knowing looks, they came to two huge mahogany doors. Upon the doors were numerous phoenix (the symbol of the Empress), carved masterfully into the beautiful rich wood. With a soft grunt and a shove, the samurai opened the doors and motioned for her to enter the Empress’ chambers. In the middle of the room, against the back wall was a large bed. Yuriko had only heard descriptions of such things from travelers, as sofas and mats were the more common sleeping apparatuses in their lands.

The frame of the bed was made out of some sort of dark wood she did not recognize, and was intricately carved with more phoenixes. Beautiful silk fabric was entwined about the frame, a deep purple color. On the headboard a stunning golden phoenix reared back its head in what seemed to be defiance. So entranced, and confused, was she by the bed that she did not notice the rest of the room. The samurai came to her side. “The Empress requests you kneel here at the foot of the bed. She will be with you in a moment.” She turned to him and smiled, bowing deeply

“Domo Arigato, Samurai. I owe you so much.” Another gruff laugh, a nod, and the samurai left her.

Yuriko lowered herself into the seiza position at the foot of the beautiful bed. She was inclined to reach out and run her fingers along the beautiful wood, but she dare not touch anything belonging to the Empress. She simply waited patiently, her eyes taking in the rest of the simple room – elegant chairs, tables, a small game of Go stopped in mid play, etc. She heard the doors creak behind her, and her back stiffened, her heart immediately beating faster. She felt the presence of someone behind her – “Do not turn around.” The voice was a woman’s and it was soft and quiet but also firm and strong. She felt the person come up behind her, almost a breath away from her back. The woman, whom she assumed was the Empress Narika, leaned down so her cheek was right next to hers. A slender hand reached down and untied her obi. The hand was perfect – porcelain in color, and not roughed by any sort of labor – smooth and soft as milk. “Remove your kimono.” She said in that same firm voice and she straightened herself.

Without saying a word, Yuriko shrugged herself out of her kimono, letting it pool at her feet. She was trembling slightly, having no idea what was going on…but something in the voice was trustworthy and kind…yet also eerily familiar. “Stand up, but don’t turn around,” the voice told her, and rising she did so. The same perfect porcelain hands traced over her shoulders, and she fought not to shudder – what was this woman doing to her? No one had ever touched her in such a…a…sensual manner. Whenever her husband made love to her, he was rough slot oyna and cared little for her end result. He usually only lasted a few moments before finishing and rolling off to the side to pass out.

The hands traced over her shoulders, down her arms, and then back up again to caress her back. They paused at her lower back where her spine curved in, gently running over every muscle. Soon they slid down to cup her rear and gave a gentle squeeze. She gasped quietly, blushing a deep red and bowing her head. Never had she felt this way. It felt as if something was boiling inside of her – in fact boiling over and it’s only escape was in a molten hot form between her legs. The hands left her rear and slid along the sides of her hips to caress the point where her hips met her pelvis, achingly close to her hot- before she could even yearn properly, the hands disappeared.

“Now, beautiful Yuriko, turn around.” Slowly, shyly, Yuriko turned to face the owner of the perfect hands. Her eyes met another woman’s, eyes that were striking and could never be forgotten. One was a rich golden color and the other was a beautiful clear jade. Yuriko gasped in recognition, suddenly realizing where she had heard the voice before. Immediately falling to her knees, and letting her forehead touch the cold floor she tumbled forth with apologies.

“Oh my Empress, forgive me! I did not know it was you when you came to our humble tea house. Please forgive me for my-”

“Yuriko, I did not want you to know it was me.” Yuriko silenced her pleas of forgiveness, but remained frozen in the position of humility. “Stand up.” Yuriko did so, but was unable to control her fearful trembling – she desperately wanted to pull her kimono back on and hide from any possible punishment. The Empress sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned for Yuriko to sit beside her – in fact she opened her arms to her, like a mother would to a child who has just fallen and scraped his knee. “Sometimes an Empress likes to forget who she is, and become simple for a day.” Yuriko sat down on the bed tentatively and then slowly edged closer to the Empress until the powerful woman wrapped her arms around her and pulled her to her chest. Yuriko, oddly enough, felt comforted immensely by being held by this woman.

It wasn’t until then that Yuriko began to register how beautiful the Empress was. Her hair was cut short, an unusual thing as most women wore their hair long. Beautiful high cheek bones and full red lips, she had a tall slender firm body, perfect skin and those entrancing curious eyes. She was also wearing a short kimono, the same beautiful purple as that which wrapped around the bed, and was printed with golden phoenixes.

“As I’m sure you know, our great Emperor – may the Sun God smile upon him evermore – is often away in distant lands defending and expanding our majestic empire,” these words seemed scripted, and full of a certain weariness – perhaps the weariness of always being left alone to tend to a kingdom that wasn’t really hers? “So, to lighten our Emperor’s great burden I take it upon myself to occasionally visit our lands to make sure all is well.” What she didn’t mention was that she took on the guise of a man when doing so. “After visiting your tea house on numerous occasions, and seeing how that oni of a husband treated you – well, I could not allow such….injustice to reign in our lands. So you see Yuriko…I brought you here for the good of our country.” She pulled Yuriko away and flashed her a playful smile, one meaning she was really brought here with more intention than that of the good of their country.

“But there is more that comes along with our great Emperor being away. He leaves his Empress completely alone – and one can only live so many nights in such a manner.” She ran her fingertips down Yuriko’s cheek. “Tell me, did your husband…please you?” at the words ‘please you’ the Empress’ hand slid dangerously up the inside of Yuriko’s creamy thigh – reignighting the molten fire within her. She shook her head softly, her eyes cast downward. “Ah. I thought not. Yuriko, have you ever been with a woman as you have been with your husband?” Yuriko’s eyes flashed up unbidden, wide with surprise.

She shook her head again, “No my Empress. I have not.”

A smile touched the Empress’ lips as she slowly whispered, “Would you like to be?” Yuriko’s eyes flickered downward again, full of uncertainty as she bit her lip. She glanced back up at the Empress and nodded softly.

Again with that playful smile playing on her full lips, the Empress leaned forward towards Yuriko. Yuriko’s head was spinning – within a few hours her husband had been murdered in front of her, she was brought to the Imperial Palace, she had stripped naked in front canlı casino siteleri of the most powerful woman in all of the land who had just offered to make love to her! She had never even been with a woman before, and here she was agreeing to make love to the Empress! Then again, when the Empress made a request, you didn’t dare deny it. But it was something more than just going along with custom; she felt herself strangely attracted to the beautiful woman. She couldn’t quite explain it, but she had even felt a pull towards her when she had come to the tea house dressed as a man. They had carried on quite a few pleasant conversations, and the disguised royalty always tipped her well. Her husband had even beaten her once, accusing her of lusting after the mysterious “man”.

Her thoughts were quickly silenced when she felt those full rouge lips press against hers. She couldn’t quite exactly describe the feeling that came next. It was something akin to a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, or a geyser that explodes in wondrous torrent of water and rainbows. Her insides seemed to melt, as did the rest of the world. Everything disappeared except for the fireworks exploding around them and the soft caress of their lips. Yuriko figured that was what shocked her most – the intense softness of the other woman’s lips. In a life that had been rough and hard for her, this was like an oasis in the desert. She thought nothing could compare to it – until she felt the other woman’s tongue gently part her lips. Their tongues slowly danced, sliding past one another, exploring each other’s mouths. The pace soon picked up though and the dance became a sparring match as they jousted in passion. Without her notice the Empress laid Yuriko back on the bed, her hands readily exploring the youthful firm body. Yuriko broke their kiss and gasped as her hands grazed Yuriko’s breasts.

“Oh Empress,” she breathed heavily. The Empress smiled and leaned down toward her breast.

“Call me Narika,” she whispered as her lips began kissing Yuriko’s well formed breasts. Yuriko moaned and squirmed under Narika’s tongue’s ministrations on her nipples, alternating between slowly lapping and quickly flicking with the tip of her tongue. Her hand worked her other breast, twisting the nipple gently or massaging her entire breast.

Unable to contain herself, Yuriko began working on the obi that held Narika’s kimono together. Untying it, the garment fell open and the Empress shrugged it off and threw it aside. Yuriko gaped at the beautiful pale body –lithe and flawless, Yuriko was in awe. Even more wonderful was the feeling of their bodies pressed together; the combination of their body heat, their slight sheen of passionate sweat, the softness of their skin. Yuriko was more aroused now than she had ever been in her entire life. The wet flower between her legs was pulsating rapidly, begging for attention. She moaned pleadingly, and Narika seemed to take the hint. She slowly kissed down Yuriko’s stomach, down one of her hips, stopping right at the juncture where her now spread legs met. Yuriko held her breath, unsure of what to expect.

If she thought their first kiss was intense, the soft touch of Narika’s tongue shattered her entire mind. She gasped and moaned, her back arching at the sensation. Narika’s tongue slid up and down her dripping slit, taking her time as if tasting fine sake. As good as it felt, Yuriko yearned for more and wiggled and squirmed her hips. Without warning, Narika dove into her, sliding her tongue deep inside of her wet hole. Yuriko let out a loud moan as Narika writhed her tongue inside of her, licking and plunging in and out of her – basically driving Yuriko wild with her tongue’s torments.

Then it happened. Light exploded behind her eyes. The world spun away beneath her and she was speechless as her body arched so high it seemed she would snap. Narika had found her clit. Never had another person touched her clit, except her husband on accident – and that contained little to no feeling. This was like lightning had struck her, and her whole body was enflamed with pleasure. Narika paused a moment, letting her feel her full amazement before attacking her clit with full force. Licking and sucking she lavished her tongue’s total attention upon that hot button. Yuriko thrashed about, gasping and moaning, every muscle in her body trembling until finally she could take no more. With a scream her orgasm was released from its flood gates. Contracting muscles, torrents of juices, screams of abject pleasure all combined as Yuriko clutched at the bed for dear life. Narika did not stop her tongue’s attentions until Yuriko slowly descended the mountain of her climax. Panting, Yuriko collapsed onto the bed unable to move. Narika climbed up beside her, wrapping her arms about her and stroking her hair. “That…was…amazing…” Yuriko mumbled.

Narika laughed softly, a gentle musical noise. “Oh my beautiful lily…your pleasure has only just begun….”

END PART I

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Chapter 4: Dogged Determination

Synopsis: With his powers seemingly exhausted, our narrator recruits help to keep Chase in his place.

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I awoke with a throbbing headache. I felt hungover. The sun shining in through the room’s many windows strained my eyes. As much as I just wanted to stay in bed, eventually I pulled myself up so that I could close the curtains.

That’s when I noticed the bed. The sheets that had been a brilliant white last night were now mired with splotches of red. My pillow was drenched in dried blood and I could spot red in a few places on the linens that had been near my face. I held my hand up to my nose and felt plentiful dried blood beneath my nostrils.

I set about quickly changing the sheets. I didn’t want to chance letting Chase see this. It was bad enough that he’d noticed my nosebleed when I sent him a mental command yesterday. I’d only fuel his insubordination if he saw all this and realized just how much overusing my mental abilities could ultimately harm me.

I used the stained sheets to wipe away the dried blood beneath my nose as best I could before tossing them in the laundry hamper. I now needed to somehow get to the bathroom to wash off the rest without Chase spotting me.

I unlocked the door and cracked it just a bit, spying out of the room as best I could. I didn’t see Chase anywhere. I took my time opening the door the full way and setting off towards the bathroom. Still no sign of Chase.

Where could he be? Was it possible that he’d actually left? I realized then that I’d been extremely careless the night before. Although I had enough wherewithal about me to lock the bedroom door, all this did was guarantee that Chase wouldn’t be entering my room.

But what if he’d simply left through the front door? It was foolish of me to assume that, just because he remained here the first night, he would do so again last night. That first night, he probably had no idea what really lied in store for him: at that point, he may have thought he could still talk his way out of his punishment and, in that context, sticking around likely outweighed the risk of the possible embarrassment that could ensue if he left the condo with nothing more than a towel to cover his shame.

But last night was different. I’d really run him through the ringer yesterday. He desperately wanted to escape from me now.

Yes, he would be running a big risk of further public humiliation if he’d left wearing only a towel. It would be a massive blow to what still remains of his ego if the towel were to fall off and even more people saw him in his CHASTE / CHASE jockstrap — or worse, if they saw him totally naked save for the cage around his little flaccid penis. But maybe that was a risk he was willing to take to escape the fate that lies in store for him here.

I continued making my way slowly through the condo and still didn’t spot him anywhere. It was seeming more and more likely with each passing minute that Chase really had escaped. I cursed myself for being so stupid and leaving him unguarded last night.

Then I noticed the bathroom door was closed. I slowly opened it a crack and spotted him right away.

As the door creaked slightly, Chase’s head shot up to find the source of the noise. He was sitting naked on the edge of the tub, his complexion pallid and his eyes framed by dark circles.

I almost felt sorry for him, seeing him in what I took to be a sad state. He looked like death warmed over. Or, more accurately, he would have looked like “death warmed over” if death had a fit, naked body and a tiny, caged cock.

He grabbed a towel as soon as he realized I was peering in at him, wrapping it around his waist swiftly. I was about to remind him that he wasn’t allowed to cover up anything other than his pathetic nub, but in no time he had flung the door open and pushed past me.

I didn’t follow right then. Instead, I went in and splashed cold water on my face to wash the dried blood away. I fumbled around in the medicine cabinet and finally found the painkillers I took yesterday. I tripled my dose today.

And then I noticed the things strewn all around the bathroom.

First my eyes went to the workmen’s tools covering the counter: pliers, screw drivers, wrenches. Perhaps Chase had tried to break into my bedroom last night? All of my clothes had been left in there. If he could get in to the bedroom and put on some of my clothes, he’d greatly raise his chances of a successful escape without risking any public humiliation.

And then I noticed knives from the kitchen.

Jesus Christ. My blood ran cold. I envisioned a fate nearly avoided: Chase forcing his way into my bedroom with the tools and then stabbing me to death in my sleep.

And then I saw his laptop sitting on counter. It was open to a Google search page: “how to remove chastity device”

My mood did a complete 180. I went from fearing for my life to laughing uproariously in a heartbeat.

Chase casino siteleri must have grabbed everything he could think of to try and free his cock from its prison. I smiled gleefully at the image of what he must have looked like all last night, picking up one tool after another, bringing it towards the chastity device, and then having absolutely no idea how to proceed once it got there.

I wish I’d been there to see him struggling in vain against not only his chastity cage, but his own mind. His own thoughts would have betrayed him again and again, falling to pieces every time he turned them to the question of how he might set his manhood free.

Then a small, shiny object on the edge of the counter caught my eye: the key to his chastity device.

Sneaky bastard.

Reassuring as it was to know for sure that, even with the key, Chase could not possibly remove the device himself, I was also perturbed. Chase had somehow managed to lift the key off me in my stupor last night. I thought I had been more aware of the situation. I couldn’t recall an instance where he could have grabbed it without my noticing. Was I really that out of it as I stumbled to my bedroom last night?

I picked up the key and stormed out to find Chase.

He was easy enough to locate. He was perched on a chair the movers had left near one of the large windows in the main room. He stared out blankly at the vista, looking utterly forlorn.

I dangled the key inches from his face. He snapped back to reality. A deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression quickly formed on his face.

I peered down at him. My voice was ice cold: “Chase. I am VERY disappointed in you.”

“Look… If you think I stole your key, I didn’t, okay? I just found it on the floor in here after you went to bed last night.”

I tried to peer into his mind and find out if this was the truth or another of Chase’s trademark deceptions. Normally, this would be a simple and easy thing for me to do. But the second I tried to tune into his thoughts, I just felt pain rising up in my head again. Was it possible I’d totally exhausted my powers?

This was something to figure out later. I remained stone-faced, unwilling to let Chase know that I couldn’t read his mind. I didn’t move an inch, just continued to peer down at him. He could tell I didn’t believe him.

“Shit lot of good it did me, anyway…” He pouted like a spoiled child briefly, but this expression quickly morphed into an indignant sneer more befitting of an teenage punk. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“Exactly what you deserved to have done to you.”

“Oh, fuck you and your fucking riddles. How the fuck is this even possible?! I know how a motherfucking lock works… I just… I just can’t seem to… Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ! This can’t be happening! I can’t even unlock my own goddamn door!”

I tried again to remain stone-faced, not wanting to let my surprise show. A realization dawned on me. I must have gone much deeper into Chase’s mind than I’d originally realized when I’d made the mental changes to stop him from being able to remove his chastity device. It wasn’t a specific thing I’d erased from his mind; it wasn’t the specific act of unlocking the thing that kept his cock trapped. It was every lock. He had no idea how to unlock the door.

I wondered how long he’d known this. It occurred to me that I hadn’t locked the door behind me that first night and I was thankful Chase hadn’t attempted an escape then. I made a mental note to make sure that door stayed locked from now on.

I was starting to feel that I was in control once more. I’d really outdone myself that first night. I had no idea I’ d gone so deep, but I was pleased to discovered that I had.

Chase had evidently expected some reply from me while I was thinking through what he’d said. His sneer turned even more indignant. “Why the fuck are you doing this me?! Just who the fuck do you think you are?!”

I gave him a wicked smile. Cryptic answers were all that he was going to get today. “Isn’t it obvious, Chase? I’m your Master.”

He groaned and tried to push past me. I stopped him, pushing him back down on the chair. This was made easier by the fact that one of his hands was occupied with ensuring his towel stayed wrapped around his waist. Somehow, despite the fact that I’d seen him naked and humiliated many times now, he still thought he could rescue his dignity with a towel covering him today.

“Stay sitting. I want to tell you something.”

He snapped back immediately: “Why don’t you just make me?”

I grimaced.

“You have a pretty shitty pokerface, dude.” This time he successfully pushed past me and headed off to the kitchen.

Shit. He was on to me. This boy might not be as dumb as I first thought.

But I still had the upper hand.

I joined Chase in the kitchen. He was making breakfast, apparently just for one. And something told me I wasn’t the one he was making it for.

I decided not to push my luck. slot oyna I would get something for myself later.

The morning was not going as I’d hoped. Even now, I had to content myself with only being able to watch a half-naked Chase as he worked instead of a more fully exposed version. My eyes rested on his ass, but it just wasn’t the same with the towel covering it. Why can’t he just accept the rules? His ass should always be on display for me.

Judging by his apparent ease of movement — he wasn’t acting like he had something shoved up his ass — I suspected the toy I’d inserted last night wasn’t plugging up his hole anymore. I wonder how long he actually left it in for? I’d have to think of some way to ensure the one I shove up there tonight stays in until morning. That’s the rule, after all. And rules are made to be followed.

“I’m going to work today, Chase,” I announced.

He didn’t look up from the toast he was buttering. It occurred to me that Chase had no idea what my actual profession was. I decided not to elucidate the matter for him. He could figure it out for himself. He had met me as a “casting director” two days ago. For all he knew, maybe I really was a casting director and that was my primary source of income. He knew I performed some other services — after all, I told him Vivian had come to me to enlist my help — but likely he had no idea what my day-to-day life actually consisted of. Likewise, he probably had not yet realized that I was very wealthy and he was now a total pauper.

“I want you to do some things while I’m out. First, get yourself some sleep. You look like shit.”

He finally looked up from what he was doing so he could glare at me. Even with the dark circles under his eyes, in reality Chase still looked like a million bucks. In his previous life, anyone who told him he “looked like shit” most likely would have received less of a glare and more of a punch in the face. Though he was starting to doubt the extent of my powers, he still held himself in check: an act of violence would probably be pushing his luck. I might be weakened, but still not totally defenceless.

“Second, pick out another jockstrap to wear. You should keep yourself looking nice for me.” I swiftly came up behind him and gave him a firm smack on the ass with that comment. He immediately swatted my hand away and glared again, but didn’t comment.

I was tempted once again to try and use my powers. Indignant little shit, swatting my hand away like that. I badly wanted to make him drop the towel and bend right over the counter so I could spank the living daylights out of his rear, but once again I simply felt my headache returning.

“Third, clean up that mess you left all over the bathroom. Fourth, start unpacking the boxes in the living room. This is my home now and I want it to start looking that way.”

He somehow managed to push by me with one hand securing his towel and the other holding his breakfast, heading out to the table. “I’m not your goddamn butler,” he muttered.

He took a seat at the table. That impudent little punk.

“Chase, I told you yesterday that ‘the help’ doesn’t get to eat at the table.”

He raised his arms in frustration. “And I just told you, I’m not your goddamn butler!”

I walked up right next to him and peered down. “I don’t think you’re my butler, Chase. After all, a butler has to be a man.” I let that sink in for a minute, his thoughts no doubt returning to the cage that kept his dick in its permanently flaccid state. “What I do think, however, is that you’re my house boy.”

He scowled at this, but wasn’t going to fight me now. He turned back to his food and started to eat.

Without my the use of my powers, I decided I had to use the tactics of persuasion everyone else had to use every day. I decided to bargain.

I took off my necklace and dangled the key in front of him again. “The reason you’re going to do all those things today is that, if you do, I’ll take that cage off your little buddy.”

He perked up at this. Could it be true? Did he dare believe me?

Of course, I was stretching the truth. I left out some qualifying terms: if he did these things, I’d take that cage off — but at some undefined point in the future. Certainly not tonight.

I made a mental note to look into how long a chastity device could be left on without causing permanent damage. My other boys came with some experience and prior chastity training. How many weeks could I leave Chase’s cock in its cage when he normally got off at least once every day?

I wished badly that I could peer into his mind and find out just how horny he was getting. Alas, no such luck. His thoughts were a mystery to me today.

Chase didn’t say anything in reply to my offer. Maybe he knew I was toying with him. He continued munching away on his meal. I don’t know if I’d convinced him or not. But I did know I was sick of dealing with him. I left the table and gathered up what I needed.

I picked out a nice, fitted canlı casino siteleri suit to wear today and set about gathering things up, taking care to lock the bedroom door and ensure that Chase wouldn’t be able to get anything to wear.

Eventually, Chase glanced up at me as I packing my bag. I sprung my line on him, motioning to my dapper outfit for the day: “Clothes really make the man, huh?” I laughed at my own joke, but half-naked Chase clearly didn’t find it funny.

The last thing I collected was Chase’s — correction, “my” laptop. It had almost slipped my mind that Chase didn’t own a single thing anymore. This was my laptop now and Chase shouldn’t be using it without my permission.

I noticed that Chase had flopped onto the couch and was watching TV. This didn’t bode well for the day. I would probably be unpacking those boxes on my own and making dinner for myself tonight.

“I’ll be back at 6:00. Have dinner ready.” Chase didn’t look away from the TV.

I performed blowing him a kiss quite theatrically, adding “See you tonight, honey.” I’m sure he knew what I was doing, but he kept his eyes locked on the TV, tuning me out as much as he could.

I didn’t go right to work. In truth, I didn’t have to. Although prospective clients sometimes dropped by unannounced, most of my dealings were planned well in advance. So far, I had nothing scheduled for today.

With some hesitation, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contact list. I had to find a number I called very rarely: my brother’s.

I mentioned previously that there are many people with telepathic powers. The vast majority of them have very weak ones and don’t even know that they have them. They go through life with an advantage they never quite understand and powers of persuasion they chalk up to rhetoric instead of mind control.

However, there are also others who have powers like mine.

In fact, there are those with powers greater than mine. My brother was one such person.

Do not misunderstand the differences in our abilities. My brother cannot control my mind. My mental abilities are definitely well-developed ones; I could almost always prevent him from entering my mind. He was not necessarily stronger than me, but simply more naturally talented.

What set him apart from me was the ease with which he controlled unsuspecting minds.

With me, the use of telepathy always required considerable focus and concentration. With him, it was like a simple biological function, like breathing. He moved in and out of minds like the rest of us move between rooms.

Still, there were other things that set him apart from me, too. One of those things was morality — or, more accurately, the lack thereof.

Indeed, that was why it had been years since I’d spoken to my brother. He’d done things that disgusted me. He abused his powers, treated people like puppets.

I dialled his number and got his voicemail. This was not surprising. It was still early in morning and, if my brother’s habits were the same as they were last time we’d spoken, I doubted that he’d be getting out of bed before noon. Another thing that set us apart: where I led my life in a businesslike way, he led his like a rockstar.

My message was simple: “It’s me. I need your help with something. Get back to me today.”

I had recruited my brother’s help once before. It was at a time when I had taken on a huge mind control project. I’d been hired to change a very high-ranking officer’s mind on the issue of gay men serving in the military.

Accomplishing a major policy change didn’t just require changing this one man’s mind, though. I had to work my way up the ranks, entering the minds of dozens of soldiers and bureaucratic underlings over several weeks before I had changed enough of them that they would let me waltz right into my target’s office and “present my proposal” to him.

During the weeks I slowly put that plan into motion, I had headaches like I’d never had before. Nosebleeds, too — though nothing as bad as the ones I’ve gotten since I’d started controlling Chase.

As the headaches and nosebleeds got worse, I’d considered just dropping the project altogether. But I was committed to it. I was doing it not simply because a client had hired me to do it, but more so because I personally wanted this policy change to happen.

Realizing that I was out of my depth, I’d enlisted my brother’s help.

I should have been more suspicious when he readily agreed. But, in much the same way that he can’t easily enter my mind, I likewise cannot enter his. His motives will always be a mystery to me.

We worked well together for the week leading up to our meeting with the high-ranking officer. My brother was charming, easily mixing flattery and charisma with telepathic control to persuade a series of secretaries and other officers to let us get close to our target.

But his deviant ways came out when the meeting finally arrived.

For an ageing man, our target was surprisingly handsome. A real man’s man: broad shoulders, square jaw, deep voice. As I’ve said previously, my “type” tends to be young, fit sub boys. But I’m not blind, either: a handsome man is a handsome man.

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During Semela’s week off, I keep myself entertained at the shop by playing the handheld poker machine and engaging in light conversation with customers. A half a hour before the shop was due to close, the phone rings. I quickly make my way to the back to answer it. For the first time, I wasn’t scheduled to work with another. I was completely alone in the shop. I grab the receiver and not truly understanding why, remain silent. The person on the line also stays quiet, probably expecting me to say the required greeting. After a few seconds I whispered, “I miss you.” I hear soft laughter and knew it was Semela.

“It’s only been five days dear, but I miss you too.”

“How is your week off?” I ask suddenly giddy.

“About to get a lot more stimulating.”

A customer walks into the shop and begins rudely shouting, “Do you carry…”

“No!” I respond immediately.

Again I am blessed with her laughter.

“You know the safe in the back?”

“Yes,” I reply.

We have two safes in the back of the shop, one that only managers and I know the code to and then one that only Semela knows the numbers too. Nobody else knows what is in there although we speculate. More than likely, just business reports and other important documents concerning the business that Semela wishes to keep safe. Although I have always imagined a giant vibrator in there that she uses after hours, but that might just be me.

“Once the shop closes, go into the back and open the safe. Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often. Here’s the code…See you soon dear.”

The line disconnects and I am left standing behind the counter wondering if my speculation was indeed true. I stare at the clock and with only ten minutes left, I go ahead and close the security gate. I spin the appropriate combination and throw the safe door open. Sure enough, a pearl white vibrator was on top of a pile of brown folders.

“Ohhh god,” I moan as I pick up the thick vibrator. It was at least eight inches long and so thick I was already doubting I could take it in. With her final words reverberating through my mind, I slide my black pants off and tear the damp thong from my body. I push the papers and notebooks aside and sit on top of the brown desk top. “Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often.”

I turned the vibe onto medium and slowly inserted it into my pussy, my walls stretching to accommodate the thick monster. My mouth opens wide, yet no sound escapes. Once my pussy was wet enough, I began working the vibe. Within no time, I was fucking my pussy hard. casino oyna

“Fuck me baby, oh please let me cum?”

I envisioned Semela squatting between my legs bringing me to the edge and stopping for seconds at a time, my juices pooling out between my swollen lips. I looked directly between my legs and nearly screamed, “Please?” After sucking the vibe clean of my juices, I started walking to the bathroom to wash it, but upon reconsideration, I put the warm vibe back into the safe and locked it. While placing the papers back neatly on the table, I glimpsed next week’s schedule. I quickly grabbed it and my breathing stopped when I realized Semela and I were alone on Tuesday night. My mind wandered as it tends to do. “Mistress?” I asked into the silent room.

Late Monday night, I received another call from Semela. This time the number was her cell phone number.

“How did you get along in the back by yourself the other night dear?”

My mind instantly returns to that evening. How it felt to have that huge monster inside of me.

“It was wonderful, thank you.”

I wanted you to know exactly how you make me feel.”

“You felt amazing inside of me.

“You don’t know the half of it dear, but I guarantee you soon will.”

I was surprised to hear her hang up. She knew what she was doing to me. Keeping in contact, yet only briefly at a time. Just enough to get me stirred up. I couldn’t help but wonder what she held in store for me.

I walked confidently into the shop the following evening, my hair bouncing in a high ponytail. I had carefully chosen my outfit. My tan pants that fit snuggly and accentuate my ass. My simple black shirt went perfectly with my pants, but this time I only buttoned two buttons. I figured if there was any night I could get away with showing off my gorgeous breasts, this was it! I stopped cold as Semela stepped out from the backroom. Another black business suit, but this time the jacket also consisted of pink stripes. The stripes helped draw attention to her breasts as well as making her appear slimmer. My eyes moved slowly over every inch, every delicious curve of her body. Without taking my eyes away from Semela to see if any customers were nearby I say, “You’re beautiful.”

The pen that Semela had been holding fell to the floor beside her and I immediately bent down to pick it up. Her hand firmly smacked my ass as she said, “Get to work.” I licked my lips and softly moaned at the unexpected contact. The first hour of the shift was nearly like all others. I had to greet the customers and sell, but unlike other shifts, Semela wasn’t her usual slot oyna fun, easygoing self. She remained close by, almost always behind me only a few feet, constantly watching me. After relaying the benefits of our newest product, I went to the register to ring up my sale. As the woman was busy writing her check, Semela came up beside me with more sacks to place under the counter. As she bent over, I couldn’t help but look at her. My gaze was interrupted by the woman clearing her throat and I quickly snapped back to reality and grabbed her check blushing, to process it. As Semela bent over to restock our smaller bags, I kept my eyes on the woman trying to keep myself from another embarrassing encounter. Suddenly, I felt Semela’s elbow push against my pussy. I groaned loudly. Semela had raised her arm while replacing the bags, her elbow therefore in perfect position. The customer raised her eyes astonished, not aware of the intrusive elbow at my pussy. I practically threw her receipt at her and she hastily left the shop.

“What was that?” Semela demanded.

“I, I…”

“Go to the back now.”

Her tone, full of authority turned me on so much. I immediately followed her order and she was right behind me. Before the door had even shut behind us, her hands were all over me.

“How dare you startle one of our customers, that is bad for business do you understand me?”

“Ohhhh yes,” I moan.

“And your attire, do you really think this is appropriate for work young lady?”

“No Mistress,” her hands trailing under my shirt, cupping my breasts, fingers gently flicking my hard nubs.

“Do you always leave home without a bra or do you only do it for me?”

“Always for you Mistress. I want to look sexy for you.”

Her full lips inching closer to my own. Her perfume intoxicating me, preparing me to submit to her every desire.

“Get back to work,” she breathes heavily into my ear, the gentle breeze causing shivers.

“Right away Mistress.”

It takes everything I have to pull myself away from Semela, from my Mistress. I walk back out into the shop in a daze. Semela remains in the backroom much to my dismay. Our shop filtered out and soon I was alone. I was deep in my own fantasy that I wasn’t aware of the back door opening. A hard slap on my ass gets my attention. I quickly turn to Semela who is grinning a wide grin. She is fully aware that she has me right where she wants me. Unfortunately, a man walks into the shop just then. Semela smiles brightly at him and asks if she can be of service. He informs her he just wishes to browse. She returns her attention canlı casino siteleri on me.

“Oh dear, you have something on the corner of your mouth.”

Her fingers run along the corner of my mouth and then quickly across my lips. With that, she turns and walks away swaying her hips confidently. I lick my lips savoring her touch and surprisingly, her taste. I smile when I realize she had been fingering her delicious pussy in the back this whole time. Just before closing, Semela disappears into the back. I rush the last few customers and close the security gate a minute early. Semela returns and closes up. I stand and watch her every move.

“Count the money young lady.”

Her fingers run across my cheek as I try to concentrate on the money.

“Despite your inappropriate clothing and embarrassing a customer, you did quite well.”

“Thank you Mistress. I am glad I pleased you.”

“Now it is time to please your Mistress even more.”

She pulls me to her and kisses me roughly. My body melts at her contact. She grabs my hand and forces it into her pants. I stiffen at the contact. Mistress was wearing a strap on!

“I told you, you would soon know how wonderful I felt inside of you.”

My eyes grow wide with excitement.

“Really?” I say not knowing at that moment what else to say.

“No I’m kidding,” she teases.

She slowly removes my pants and matching thong. Her finger runs over my pussy.

She sits me up on the countertop and steps in between my legs. She takes my hand once again and directs it to the button on her pants. I quickly unbutton her pants and with a deep breath, pull them down her lovely legs. I stare at the strap on, my pussy abuzz with excitement.

“I love it,” I exclaim.

Semela steps even closer in, the tip pushing against my pussy. She slowly slides it into me.

“I knew the other evening would help prepare you for this,” Semela reveals.

Realization hits me. So that was what the other evening was all about, in preparation for this. Once it is all the way inside, she slowly pulls it out and then back in causing me to moan. She slowly builds up speed and my arms wrap around her and pull her even closer. Her left hand pulls my hair tie from my ponytail, setting my long hair free. As Semela picks up rhythm, my hands move down her back and grip her ass. My body began moving in time with her strokes. Her eyes were shut tightly, the base of the strap on rubbing her erect clit.

“You are amazing,” I moaned.

Semela’s hands gripped the countertop and she moaned as her orgasm engulfed her. I held onto her tightly and I was shaking only seconds behind her. She began stepping back, but I quickly grabbed her.

“Stay inside.”

Her fingers run down my cheek, “I’m not going anywhere dear,” she whispers.

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This is a bit of a deviation for me. Rather than a longer, slower developing story, this is a series of three short(er) stories. They involve three different men at three different stages of the narrator’s life: at 18, at 36, and at 54. As always, I enjoy receiving feedback and suggestions from readers, so please post comments or email me your thoughts on how to improve and/or your reactions to these chance encounters.

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Chance Encounter 1: Billy Hurley

I have never been cool. No matter how or what I tried, I just could not pull it off.

I’ve always wanted to be. I’ve just never been able to be.

I always look like I’m trying a little too hard to do whatever it is I’m doing. I don’t appear natural at anything. Even when I’m lounging in sweats and listening to the next big thing, I look like I’m trying to lounge in sweats and listen to the next big thing. When I’m comfortable, it looks like I’m trying to appear comfortable, not like I actually am comfortable. No matter how languid I am, I appear pensive. At my most relaxed, I still come across like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

My pensiveness translated into dorkiness, and my dorkiness translated into studiousness. In our school, everyone got slotted into a clique. I was not a big man on campus, was not an athlete, was not a clown, and was not a freak. So, I was a brain. It was the only slot left.

And, once I started getting positive feedback in school, I became addicted to it. I wanted, no, I needed, to be at the smartest, and to be told I was the smartest. It didn’t matter that I set the curve; I was disappointed if I didn’t get a perfect score.

By the time I was a Senior, I was ranked second in my class of 300, I sat in the front row of desks in almost every subject, and I spent my weekend nights reading ahead or studying, not drinking creme de menthe or Strawberry Hill with the “in” kids. I had a small group of National Honor Society friends who were similarly erudite, but we were not the kind of friends who did social things together. Outside our tiny circle of shared classes, we were barely known.

In light of all that, I was shocked to be invited to Jimmy Hanson’s graduation party. Jimmy was our Class President and the undisputed BMOC. He had quarterbacked our state runner-up football team, had point-guarded our woeful basketball team, and had pitched our baseball team to a Regional title. I didn’t even know he knew I existed. We had no classes together. We didn’t say hello to each other in the hallways. As we passed, we didn’t even subject each other to the slight head nod or raised eyebrows that signaled a hint of recognition.

Will Hurley – Billy to me – certainly knew who I was. Billy was currently Jimmy’s best friend, but he had been mine until the summer before high school started. At that point, our paths diverged. Billy was a decidedly average student, so we didn’t share any classes. He was an athlete, so we didn’t share any interests.

In fact, I heard through the grapevine that Billy had been the hero of the Regional title game. With two outs in the bottom of the seventh, our team trailed 1-0 and was hitless. Our rival’s starting pitcher was likely to be drafted while still in high school.

Other than the pitcher, the other team’s star player was its shortstop, also likely to be drafted while still in high school, but, unlike the pitcher, an extreme hot dog. When he fielded a ground ball, he stared down the runner before unleashing a canon throw to first. Jimmy batted third, and he was our team’s last chance. He grounded weakly to short. The shortstop fielded the ball cleanly. The other team started to celebrate. The shortstop hot dogged too long. His hurried throw pulled the first baseman off the bag.

Billy followed Jimmy in the lineup. With an accidental chance, hit the first pitch he saw halfway up the light pole beyond the fence in left center. The left fielder didn’t even turn around. It was like that homerun Pujols hit off Brad Lidge in 2005.

The next morning, I left Billy a note in his locker. “Billy, I heard about your heroics. Before you get the big head, remember . . . I’ve wiped your ass. Danny.”

The summer after sixth grade, Billy and I had built a tree house. We were not craftsman, and it was a time when parents didn’t micro-manage such things. The first time we sought refuge in it, it collapsed. In the fall, Billy broke both of his wrists. While casted, he couldn’t shit by himself, and he was too embarrassed to let anyone but his brother or me help him. So, I’d wait until he embarrassingly called out “I’m done,” then go in and clean him while he reached for his toes.

The next day, I found a note in my locker. “You liked it. You know it.”

We hadn’t stop being friends when high school started. We had just stopped being the kind of friends that little boys are.

It was probably for the best. In middle school, Billy had become a bit of an obsession for me. He had always been decent looking, but puberty had transformed him. While his voice deepened casino oyna and his curly blond hair darkened, his baby fat disappeared, his cheeks chiseled, and he grew to a lean 6 feet. As his waist slimmed, his shoulders broadened. His face remained boyish, but his body rippled. Years later when I saw “Closet Monster,” Connor Jessup reminded me of post-pubescent Billy. He was a combination of innocence and violence. He appeared both harmless and lethal.

I didn’t know why (I was only thirteen), but I found myself lower than low when he was not around and higher than high when he was. I was thrilled when my mother announced “Danny? It’s Billy” after answering the telephone. I was just as dejected when his message was “The ‘rents said I can’t come over” or “I’m grounded.”

I also found myself getting tingly when we wrestled and unable to sleep during our sleepovers. I’d just lie there, watching his bare chest falling and rising in the light that filtered into my room or his. I wanted to touch him, to run the tip of my finger down his side to find out if he was as soft as he appeared. But, I didn’t dare. I was not a risk taker, and that would have been a huge risk in that day and time.

Labor Day weekend of our eighth grade year, we pitched a tent in Billy’s forested backyard and “camped out” in the way urban kids camp out. We spent the day eating and watching television in the house and then the night in the tent. The first night, we did what fourteen year old boys do, farting, making fart jokes, and talking through the night about things about which only teenaged boys can talk through the night.

The second night, it was unseasonably chilly. I awoke with my teeth chattering, and so did Billy. I climbed into his sleeping bag and pulled mine over us. As fourteen year olds are wont to do, we immediately turned our backs to each other. I heard Billy’s breathing change, signaling to me he was back asleep.

I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think of anything other than the warmth of his back against mine. As cold as we were, I still can’t figure out why we didn’t put shirts on.

At some point, I dozed off. When I awoke, I was behind Billy, my chest pressed to his back and my right arm under his. When I tried to pull my arm away, he trapped it with his.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Will you tickle me? Not hard. Soft like.”

“Of course.”

I stayed behind him and tickled his chest, stomach, and side. Every once in awhile, he quivered.

“My older brother and I used to trade this,” he said. “I love being tickled.”

“Why’d you guys stop?” I asked.

“He said we were too old.”

“I didn’t know you could get too old to be tickled.”

“Me, either.”

I kept tickling him. When he raised his arm, I went up and down his side and into his armpit. He was starting to get hair there. I was not.

Tickling became our new normal. Whenever I stayed with him or he stayed with me, we tickled each other’s backs and stomachs, both before going to sleep and after waking up. Billy was developmentally ahead of me. When he arched his back as I tickled his stomach, I could see the soft blond hair trailing from his navel into his briefs. I remained a little boy, bald in all the places little boys are bald but maturing boys are not.

The summer after eighth grade, Billy visited his father, a dentist in Seattle. When he returned home, he was a totally different person. We did not pick up where we left off. He stayed with me the Friday before high school started, but he slept on the floor beside my bed, not in my bed like he always had before. I was sleeplessly sad that he did. There was no tickling. It had been replaced by a formality that was alien to me. As I tossed and turned, I knew we were no longer best friends.

The following Monday, high school started, our paths diverged, and our friendship evanesced, as I described. I was sure I missed him more than he missed me.

By Senior year, Billy was a man. He had grown taller and leaner. His shoulders had widened more, and his torso was now a triangle.

Billy had also blossomed as an athlete. But for Jimmy Hanson, he’d have been our BMOC. Instead, he took Jimmy’s handoffs, grabbed Jimmy’s rebounds, and caught Jimmy’s pitches. They were a constant one-two punch. They were inseparable the way Billy and I had once been.

They also dated competing girls. In a historic upset, Billy had the Prom Queen, and Jimmy had the only other blond in the Court.

Rumors of Will/Debbie and Jimmy/Katie ran rampant. They were rumored to be doing sexual things before anyone else was. They were also rumored to have engaged in swapping and quads, two rumors that sensationalized our small school in our small town. Eighteen year olds were not supposed to be as fast as they were rumored to be.

Billy and Jimmy did not confirm the rumors. But, they also did nothing to tamp them down. I think they liked the wonder that filled the school about them.

I knew Billy would be at the graduation party. In fact, I suspected he slot oyna had forced Jimmy to invite me. Even though our friendship had evanesced, Billy and I still acknowledged each other in the hallways. Every once in a while, we had brief telephone conversations to check up on the other. I always felt tinges of hope and regret when those calls occurred. Hope that things were retreating to how they were. Regret that we had let them fall so far.

The hope was always dashed. The regret remained, at least for me.

I was happy to arrive to a teeming party. I could hide more easily in a crowded house. It’s hard to hide in plain sight. I preferred the anonymity of a large crowd.

I knew this was not an NHS party. I was the only brain Jimmy had plucked from the dork bucket.

For the first hour I was there, I was nonplussed by the scene. My classmates were both inside and outside the house, but I was too diffident to inject myself into a circle of conversation and too me to incite one of which I could be part. I orbited around, like a moon circling the Earth.

I strolled around outside. I strolled around inside. Every ten minutes, I decided to use the bathroom, even though I didn’t need to. The fifth time, I ran into Billy on the stairs. He was clearly well on his way to a drunk.

“Danny Boy!” he exclaimed, wrapping me into what would later become known as a bro hug, but then was just a drunken wrap around.

“Hey, Billy,” I said into his armpit. He was that much taller than I.

When he let me go, he started wailing “Danny Boy,” as he used to do when we were younger. He had learned the words just for me.

“Oh Danny boy the pipes the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountain side the summer’s gone and all the flowers dying . . . .”

He stopped. I looked up at him, smiled, and said “Bad lyrics. The summer’s not gone. It’s just starting.”

“Have a beer with me,” he answered.

“I don’t really drink,” I answered.

“Having a beer is not really drinking,” he said, rejecting my answer before grabbing me by the shoulders, turning me down the stairs, and pushing me toward the keg. “Having a beer is to drinking like getting a hand job is to sex. It counts, but just barely.”

I wouldn’t know. I had never gotten a hand job, at least not from someone else.

After grabbing two solo cups of beer apiece, we found ourselves poolside on two lounge chairs. The stars were out. I was feeling nostalgic and romantic. Billy interrupted my feelings.

“Danny Boy, tell me, where do you go from here?”

“Northwestern.”

“Of course. The brain’s going to a brainiac school.”

“Where are you going?”

“Southeast. It’s the only place I got in.”

“Kind of funny, isn’t it?”

“What, that I screwed around in high school and almost missed out on college?”

“No. The directions. Me to Northwest and you to Southeast. Polar opposites.”

“That is kind of funny. But it fits. We are opposites. Your best days are ahead of you. I think mine are behind me.”

“They’re not. High school’s a blip. Our best days are ahead of all of us. You just have to make them happen.”

“I don’t know, Danny Boy. I think I’ve peaked. I’ll never command the audience I’ve commanded the past four years.”

“You should have more belief in yourself. You’re great. I’ve always thought so.”

“I know. Sometimes too much so.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He deflected. “It means. . . . You. . . . I. . . . It means I need another beer.”

He left to get them, his fraught comments trailing behind him. He returned with four more cups, two for him and two for me. I was a lightweight, and I could feel the buzz of drunkenness starting between my ears.

We drank our first beers in silence. We were on the edge of the party, not able to make out either the various conversations or the lyrics that accompanied the beat.

We were also on the edge of something else. Billy’s unexplained comment hinted there was something in the air. I just didn’t know what.

“Hey, Billy,” I said, turning my head toward him.

“Yeah.”

“Will you do me a favor?”

“It depends.”

“Take advantage of the opportunity at Southeast. You’re smarter than you think.”

He sighed heavily and got introspective. “I’m not a good student. I have a hard time putting work into anything I’m not really good at.”

“I know. You’ve always been that way.”

“This is getting too heavy. Want to get high?”

“I don’t smoke.”

“Talk with me while I do,” he said, standing and nodding his head to the wooded yard and answering my unasked question with a “it’s too public here . . . weed smells strong.”

I followed him into the yard. We sat down behind a tree, our shoulders touching. I had never smelled weed before. He was right, it was strong.

“When did you start smoking?” I asked.

“A couple of years ago. My brother and I used to get high in the shed. When he went to college, I kept at it.”

“What’s it feel like?”

“Carelessness. canlı casino siteleri . . . You sure you don’t want to try?” He asked, offering the joint to me. I was tempted. I wanted to appear cooler than he thought I was.

“I’m sure,” I finally said.

He smoked the entire joint and then flicked the butt deeper into the yard. We continued drinking in silence, our shoulders still touching. I took a risk and leaned my head into his. Rather than pull away, he leaned his into mine. I felt thirteen again, happily one on one with my friend Billy, the object of my affection.

“I need to piss,” he finally said, disrupting my bliss.

“Me, too,” I added. I didn’t need to, but I knew I could, and I wanted to stay with him.

For some reason, he headed deeper into the darkness of the expansive Hanson yard. I followed until he stopped and set himself free. I stopped right beside him, not touching him, but only barely.

As Billy’s stream flowed, he threw his head back and sighed with relief. I took the opportunity to check him out, for the first time since I wiped his ass.

“Dude, why are you staring at my dork?”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You were looking.”

“Looking’s not the same as staring,” I corrected.

“Fine. Dude, why are you looking at my dork? Honest Injun,” he added, echoing a game we had played for years as kids. When either of us said “Honest Injun,” the other had to answer honestly, without shading.

“Because I’ve wondered for a long time what it looked like.”

He turned to face me. He was a bit wobbly. “Do you like what you see? Honest Injun’.”

My mouth was arid. “Yes, but I don’t really have anything to compare it to. I haven’t seen many other than my own.”

“Debbie has. She says mine’s awesome. She can’t get enough of it.”

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“You think so?”

“Yes,” I answered, sheepishly. “I do,” I added, quietly.

“Danny Boy,” he whispered, leaning forward and winking, “are you hitting on me? Honest Injun.”

“I don’t know.”

“You have to play by the rules.”

‘”Okay. Yes, I guess so, unless I can’t, then I’m not. I’ve enjoyed the night. It feels like old times.”

He took a step toward me. I feared he was going to punch or push me. He did neither.

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked via whisper in my ear.

I did. More than anything. I had ever since I could remember. But, I couldn’t say yes. I was frozen between titillation and trepidation.

“It’s okay,” he added. “You can if you want. I won’t tell anyone.”

I tremulously reached my hand toward him. When I touched him, I was surprised by how soft and warm he was. I let him rest in the palm of my hand and slowly moved my thumb back and forth across the top of him as he grew and grew.

I looked up. He was looking down, watching what I was doing.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Shhh,” he answered. “No talking. But follow me.”

He shoved himself back in his jeans, turned, and walked even deeper into the darkness.

When I caught up to him, he unbuttoned his jeans, pulled himself back out, and asked “Now, where were we?”

I moved in front of him and took him back in my hand. He was quickly at full attention, his thickness curving up toward the stars. After moving my thumb over him for a bit, I started moving my hand back and forth on him. Shorter than Billy, I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me down toward his erection.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I want you to put your mouth on it.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, feigning protest.

“Just the tip, please,” he begged, using more force on my shoulder until I was yoga squatting in front of him. “It feels so good. Debbie hates doing it. I love having it done.”

Things seemed to be spiraling. Whatever was happening couldn’t be real. Once upon a time, I had longed for Billy’s erection through his briefs as I tickled his stomach. But, I never thought it’d happen.

I looked up. He was looking down. “Please,” he pleaded, smiling. I was helpless against his smile.

I lowered my chin and looked at him in assent. He pulled his jeans down a little farther and splayed them open. The smell of sweat filled my nostrils.

I licked my lips and opened my mouth. I was shocked by how silky his head was and how sweaty he tasted. Once my lips crested over the edge of his glans, I stopped. Billy’s hand was now on the back of my head, and he was trying to force me farther down.

“Come on, Danny Boy,” he pleaded. “Take a little more . . . please.”

I couldn’t have resisted him in that moment even if a spotlight had illuminated us. I relented and let him pull me as far as he could. “Yeah,” he said, “just like that.”

I was as far down as I could go. I wanted to gag. But, I was also floating. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Dreams rarely come true.

“Suck it, please,” he begged.

I wasn’t sure how to. I had never been sucked. Ignorant, I took his request literally. I sucked in. Hard.

“Ouch,” he said.

I pulled off. “Sorry, but I don’t know what to do,” I said. “I’ve never done this.”

“Watch this,” he said, sliding his finger into his mouth and then slowing moving his head to and fro, showing me what he wanted me to do.

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“Oh god,” I groaned deep and low as I knelt ass up with my face buried in the pillows at the head of his bed. A searing pain shot through my ass as he sank his big latex wrapped cock balls deep inside me. I had never been with another man sexually before and quite honestly I had never considered it a possibility. I was raised in a conservative christian home where homosexuality was considered wrong and bisexuality simply didn’t exist but apparently somewhere along the way those signals got crossed.

“You like that don’t you bitch,” he said harshly as he slapped my ass hard making me yelp. His big meaty hands grabbed my hips and he thrust his fat fuck stick into the depths of my ass hard and fast.

“Yes Master,” I grunted. My voice was low and deep like some sort of wild animal. “It feels good Master.” I may have been new to bisex but I had long coveted a submissive role and though I had never found a truly dominant woman to enslave me I had fantasized about it for the better part of a decade.

“That’s right slut I am your master and you will do whatever I tell you to do won’t you bitch.” He said loudly in a deep masculine voice. He was a manly man and I never would have guessed when he moved in next door to my wife and I that he was bisexual but his dominance was always apparent.

“Yes Sir,” I replied quickly, “you are my Master and I am your willing slut.” I groaned as he continued to thrust his big dick into me hard and fast. The searing pain I had felt when he first penetrated me had been replaced with an oddly pleasurable burning from the friction of his fast moving dick and an indescrinable pressure deep inside me that felt amazingly good.

“Good answer slave,” he said proudly, “now smile for the camera.”

I looked at my wife and smiled weakly as she filmed us. I had never imagined that she would be into watching me with another man but when she learned that our new neighbor was bisexual she was the one who led me down the path to sexual enlightenment.

“Tell her what you are,” he ordered as his hand slapped my ass leaving a deep red hand print for the camera.

“I am your slave Master,” I moaned loudly.

“That’s right slut,” he replied as he buried his hard throbbing cock deep inside me and reached under me grabbing my dick and squeezing it hard making me moan wantonly. “And what do you love slut?”

“I love cock Master,” I panted loudly. I could feel the early signs of a climax building deep within my body and my legs quivered with excitement. I wanted to cum but I knew that the night had just begun and that relief was a long way off.

“Yes you do slut,” he continued as he fondled my dick and balls with his big hands. He was a big guy at 6’4″ and a muscular 230 pounds with a big hard cock that looked proportionate to his body and the first time I saw it I knew my life would never be the same.

We had been hanging out on his deck drinking and both of our wives had gone to bed or so I thought. It was a warm summer night and we were both dressed casually in shorts and tee shirts when he suddenly reached between his legs and cupped his cock.

“Your wife told Jen that you watch porn together,” he had said out of the blue. His hand rubbed his dick openly and it quickly casino siteleri created a big tent in his loose fitting shorts.

“Ah, yeah sometimes,” I replied. I was startled by both his actions as well as his question but my eyes were strangely drawn to his shorts. I had never seen another man’s hard dick before and my eyes were wide when he pulled his cock from his shorts and stroked it openly in front of me.

I could tell, even in the pale moon light that he was well hung and my eyes were transfixed on his big hard dick as his hand glided slowly up and down his long shaft.

“She also told Jen and me that you like to be dominated. Is that true?” He asked. His tone was very matter of fact and it was at odds with his lewd actions. The paradox made my alcohol clouded mind reel.

“Yeah,” I replied skeptically as he turned to face me, pointing his dick at me like an accusing finger.

“Too bad for you that your pretty wife is submissive too huh?” He asked in the same easy manner and I wondered just what situation he had learned all of our personal secrets from my wife.

“But she does like pussy,” he grinned partially answering my unspoken question as he stepped closer to me. I had known that my wife was bicurious and that she had one experience a few years before we had met with a friend while on a girls weekend but I hadnt known nor expected that she had been with my neighbor Jen.

My eyes flashed from his eyes to his cock and back again. I could see a shiny gleam on the tip of his dick and I watched as he scooped up a drop of precum from it and brazenly pushed his finger into my mouth. I felt like I was in a dream. It was surreal. My legs felt heavy and unable to move as he slid his salty finger in and out of my mouth, pumping it slowly as though fucking it with his thick finger.

“Tastes good doesn’t it? ” He asked confidently. He was close, so close the tip of his dick grazed against mine through my shorts. I hadn’t realized before that moment that I was fully erect.

I shook my head defiantly and he smiled dismissively as his free hand moved down my body sending goose bumps and shivers through it. His confident touch had the same effect as if a woman had touched me and I sighed quietly.

“You want more don’t you, ” he said in a soothing tone that disarmed me and our eyes met briefly.

“No,” I replied quickly, “I’m not gay.” I said defensively.

“Neither am I, ” he answered with a soft chuckle, “and I will ask you again. You want more don’t you?” His hand slid across my dick and I bit my lip to stifle a low moan. It had been a few weeks since my wife and I last had sex and I felt randy and I was losing control of my sensibilities.

“No,” I whispered softly. It was clear that my resolve was nearly broken and a slight smirk crossed his chiseled face.

“Your lips say ‘no’ but your hard cock says ‘yes Master. ” He said confidently. I shuddered and goosebumps covered my body as his words filled my head. I had never before imagined that I might be bisexual but at that moment something inside me clicked.

I nodded slowly and looked down at his cock in a new light. “Yes Master,” I said softly as I willingly submitted to him.

He smiled brightly and pointed to slot oyna the floor in front of him. “Take your place slave,” he ordered and I quickly dropped to my knees. His big hard dick was inches from my face and I could smell the faint musky aroma of his natural essence. I liked it and my mouth watered profusely in anticipation of what I knew would come next.

“Suck it,” my neighbor ordered sternly. His commands were exactly what I had craved for the previous decade and regardless of his gender I was all in.

“Yes Master,” I moaned softly. My mouth moved deliberately toward him as my eyes closed tight. My hands moved up his strong muscular thighs and my lips parted wide accepting the fat bulbous head of his cock between them as though I had been sucking cock for my entire life. I didn’t hesitate, I attacked his dick enthusiastically and with verve, drawing him deep and sucking hard as my tongue swirled around it tasting his briny precum.

He released a low guttural moan and moved his big hands to my head, guiding my motions and teaching me what he enjoyed. His hips moved subtly fore and aft and his hands pushed my head down on his cock forcing it down my throat. He fucked my mouth slowly and steadily until his breathing became labored and he erupted inside my hungry mouth filling it with hot salty cum.

I swallowed his seed and looked up at him with soft pleading eyes. I had not cum and I wanted relief but he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were focused on the house and I turned to see my wife standing in the doorway watching us.

“I told you he would do it,” he said to my wife. “And he liked it…didn’t you slut?”

A pit formed in my stomach. What would she say. What would she think. Would her opinion of me change knowing what I had done.

“Didn’t you slut?” He asked curtly.

“Yes Master I liked sucking your cock.” I answered without hesitation. My cheeks flushed crimson as I waited for my wife’s response.

She smiled and walked over to me. She reached out, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Her lips descended on mine and we kissed deeply and passionately as she sampled our neighbors cum on my lips.

“Let’s all go upstairs and wake Jen. I need some of her loving touch while we watch you train your new slave,” my wife said sweetly.

Five minutes later my wife stood behind a tripod as Jen knelt at her feet licking her protruding clit enthusiastically.

“Get me hard slut,” my neighbor ordered as he lay back on the big king sized bed. My eyes traveled over his taut muscular body as my hands touched his soft dick. My own erection pointed skyward announcing my excitement like a beacon in the sky. I had never been filmed having sex and the fact that my wife was taping my first bisexual experience as she engaged in a similar taboo situation made me as excited as I had ever been.

His eyes looked down at me with a sharp steely gaze as I knelt between his strong splayed thighs and I trembled with excitement. I ran my hand over his tight rippled abs and raked my fingers down his sides. I had to fight my urge to rush things and attack his cock. I wanted a slow build to ensure that he had fully recovered from his recent climax so I could feel him get hard in my mouth.

I could canlı casino siteleri hear my wife whimpering behind me as Jen’s insistent tongue lapped at her clit. She had often climaxed quickly when I eat her delicious pussy and with her new female lover the climax was both quick and powerful leaving her a sweaty satisfied mess.

His breathing was both hard and erratic signaling to me that he was ready for me to take him into my mouth. I lowered my head to his crotch and licked it like it was covered in chocolate making him moan deep and low. He reached down and touched my head gently. His reaction to my tongue and his encouraging touch was all that I needed. I wrapped my lips around his cock taking it all into my mouth feeling it grow hard.

I sucked and slurped on his man meat until he was at full mast. His girth stretched my lips wide and I moaned with raw wanton desire as my head bobbed over his rejuvenated fuck stick.

“Are you ready to get fucked slave,” he panted loudly as he guided me off his dick and onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

I hadn’t considered the possibility of having him fuck my ass and my heart raced as the reality of it hit me. “Yes Master, ” I hissed as I looked back at him with soft pleading eyes. He knew I was a virgin and I hoped he would be gentle and yet I also hoped that he wouldn’t.

He rolled a condom onto his dick and coated it liberally with lube. His cock slid into my ass with surprising ease but searing pain. He fucked me hard, not gently and my body responded to his cock.

I felt my climax building deep within my body. My legs quivered as his big throbbing dick stroked my prostate with each thrust and I grunted like a wild animal filling the room with cries of ecstasy.

“Do you like my dick in your tight asshole slut?” He asked as he slapped my ass cheek hard.

“Yes Master, ” I hissed excitedly. I felt myself approaching the point of no return and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Do you want to cum slut?” He continued as his dick pistoned into me like a jackhammer.

“Please Master, may I cum.” My body trembled and shook as I fought to delay my impending eruption.

“Cum for me slut,” he said triumphantly as he fucked me hard. My cum spewed onto the bed beneath me. My legs collapsed when I finished and his cock popped from my squishy gaping ass.

I lay face down and watched my wife scramble onto the bed beside me. She pulled her legs wide and looked up at him with a lust glazed expression on her beautiful face.

“Will you fuck me again Master,” she panted. Her fingers were buried deep in her pussy and her chest heaved.

“Of course,” he sighed as he pulled the condom from his dick and sank bareback into her.

He fucked my wife hard making her cum countless times in several positions as I lay beside them. I could tell by the way that they moved together that they had been together before and surprisingly it didn’t bother me at all.

He came inside my wife’s cunt filling it with his seed as he looked down at me and smirked. He pulled his spent, dripping cock from her hole and I obediently took it into my mouth sucking their combined juices from it without hesitation.

My wife straddled my head and lowered her well fucked cunt onto my mouth and I swallowed their juices like a well trained cum slut. I suspected that it wasn’t the first time that I had licked his cum from her hole and I was certain that it wouldn’t be the last.

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Catholic school wasn’t a joke for the two seniors your about to read about, they find out how school can make great friendly bonds.

Laura had just turned eighteen and boy was she glad. Now she could finally pronounce her independence and set out for college after she finished her senior year at Saint Elizabeth High. School was just in session and it was after spring break. Laura and her friend had celebrated their birthdays, which were two weeks apart by going to the beach and picking up guys. Laura was about 5’7 she had long mahogany hair and stunning brown eyes. Her face was smooth and round and her lips were always pulled in a dimpled smile. She had about a 38 C cup and a nice round ass accentuated by her school uniform skirt. She had long shapely legs that were smooth and silky to the touch. Laura’s skin was caramel colored because she was mixed, her mother was black and her father was white. She just loved how all the guys tried to chase her.

Today Laura sat in detention again; Sister Mary had thrown her and her best friend Sage into detention for talking. Was that bull shit or what? However it was just the two girls sitting next to each other in a small room with about 10 desks. Sister Judith was sitting outside the room while calmly reading a book. She had seen the pair in detention before and didn’t worry about them breaking the rules. She had told them that she was leaving early and hoped they would leave at 4:00 like they were supposed to but if they left she wouldn’t hold it against them.

Sage was a 5’9 and was an Irish American. Her mom was Irish and Sage had gotten fiery red hair. Sage was about a 32 C cup and she had a round ass too, wash boar stomach and green eyes like emeralds. Her father had divorced her mother when she was 16 but he was still quite a looker and Laura pointed this out more than once. They had met in their freshman year when they had been put in detention. Ever since they had met in that room they had been best friends.

One day Sage and Laura were sent into detention by Sister Helena, they were pretty pissed they were just about to get asked out by casino siteleri two guys when Sister Helena had messed up their fun and sent them to detention, as they left they saw the two boys hitting on two other girls. They could have at least waited for the girls to have left the room. The girls were pretty pissed and Laura was very upset, she began to sob as Sage held her in a huge bear hug. “Those guys were jerks,” she said in Laura’s ear. Sage never had a problem with getting a guy but Laura was quiet and reserved and may guys passed her over. Sage felt Laura press her head father into her cleavage and Sage felt her pussy dampen. She felt oddly aroused by having her friend lay her head on her busty chest.

Sage squirmed trying to get Laura’s head farther into her breasts when Laura pulled back and looked into Sage’s green eyes and whispered something. Sage just nodded and the gap between them closed as they kissed their first kiss in the place where their friendship started, detention.

The next day was Saturday and Sage quickly invited Laura over to spend the weekend since her parents were going to be away. Laura arrived around noon wearing shorts that showed off her magnificent legs and a tight shirt that showed off her ample chest. She wore her dimpled smile and carried a duffel bag. She threw the bag on the floor as she entered and gave Sage a big hug like they had been separated for months and had just been reunited. Sage who was confused hugged back, feeling the bra straps through the tight shirt and feeling the tense muscles beneath them so gathering her courage she asked, “Hey Laura you feel pretty tense how about a massage?” Laura blinked a few times and agreed.

They still hadn’t mentioned what had happened between them in the detention room but that was ok with Sage, she wanted to badly seduce her friend and it was going to start right here with the sensual massage that was going to rock her world she thought devilishly. Sage left and returned with some oils and led Laura to her room. Grabbing an old sheet she placed it over her new sheet and told Laura to lie face down on the blanket. slot oyna Laura seeing the oils instantly took off her shirt without as much as a word. She laid down on the sheet and closed her eyes as if to get the full experience from the massage.

Sage began to massage the oil into Laura’s skin, and she pinched and pulled the tense muscles in her back smooth. Sage massaged in small circles and then she hit a blockade, Laura’s bra. Sage tugged at the straps trying to massage underneath and Laura sensed the difficulty so she sat up, unclasped her bra, took it off and lay back on the sheet. Sage saw a small peek of Laura’s perky breasts and the pointy nipples. Sage was excited that Laura was turned on and she continued rubbing the oil into her skin.

Sage getting bolder by the minute reached around and unbuttoned Laura’s jeans and slid the pants down to her ankles while still massaging her back. Laura moaned with her eyes closed and Sage was getting more aroused, she was sure her pussy had a tidal wave of her juices coming out. Sage removed her own shirt so only her white push up bra was on. She sat on Laura’s back and removed her bra. Then she added some oil onto her own tits and leaned down and massaged Laura’s back with her tits. Laura moaned and reached behind and grabbed Sage’s ass and said. “I was waiting for you to make your move.”

Laura flipped herself over and they both got undressed in record time. They lay together in Sage’s bed touching and each other and exploring each others wonderful bodies. Laura looked quizzically into Sage’s eyes and asked, “Do you really want to do this Sage?”

Sage looked into Laura’s eyes and replied, “I’ve wanted this since sophomore year.” Sage kissed her again and their tongues wrestled each other in their mouths. Laura’s hands began to roam the unexplored abandons of Sage’s skin, while Sage reached up and tweaked Laura’s nipples bringing a loud moan and a smile from Laura. Sage got up and positioned each other into a 69 position. Sage began to drive Laura crazy by licking the inside of her thighs and licking her slit gently but not actually penetrating Laura’s canlı casino siteleri pussy. Laura began to buck and try to push her bush into Sage’s mouth but Sage held her at bay.

Laura however wasn’t looking for all that foreplay, she wanted her friend and she wanted her now. She dove right into her pussy testing and tasting her while searching for Sage’s clit. Laura found her clit in no time at all and realized how engorged it was. She gently licked it and Sage bucked. She is pretty sensitive Laura realized and then with a quick smile she dove in attacking Sage’s clit with animal ferocity. Sage couldn’t handle herself anymore so she found Laura’s clit to and began to suck and lick Laura to an orgasm.

After about 5 minutes they both had the hardest orgasms they had ever encountered. Their faces were covered in each other’s love juices and they felt extremely proud. They lay together in a tangle of arms and legs and they kissed each other while the dozed off.

Sage woke up to see Laura leaning over her, her minty warm breath was invigorating. Her delicious breasts were swaying towards sage, her lips were pulled into a smile and her eyes were sparkling with mischief, when she saw she had Sage’s attention, Laura lifted up a strap on dildo. Strapping it on to her body, Laura didn’t wait for any encouragement, she just plunged into Sage’s warm sex with reckless abandon.

Sage’s back arched at the hostility of Laura’s thrusts, she felt the rhythm that Laura was using and began to match her thrust for thrust. Moans, swears and other obscenities filled the room, their bodies began to sweat heavily and the sheet became soaked with sweat and natural cunt juices. After what seemed like an eternity Sage arched her back once more, called for God and came, a roaring filled her ear as she grunted and her cum flowed from her body like a raging river. Laura ripped off the dildo and sat on Sage’s face. In no time at all Sage ate Laura out till she came and her juices were all over Sage’s face.

They lay together on the bed, spent, and very satisfied. Laura gently traced small patterns on Sage’s body and said, “That time we kissed in detention, I said I loved you.”

Sage looked at her and said, “I know I said the same thing.” They kissed once more and fell into a deep sleep, they would be lovers forever.

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Mark was 43 years old and, due to his job, had a good portion of the summer off. He had a good buddy who was divorced and had moved to Florida shortly after his second marriage. Apparently the wife found a hot Cuban guy down there that she couldn’t keep her hands off of and so the marriage ended just weeks after the “I do’s.” Mark had chatted on the phone with him a few times and he knew that his friend was hurting so Mark decided to go down and spend some time with him. His buddy in Florida was delighted to know that Mark was coming for a visit.

Since Mark had the time and a relatively new car he decided to drive and take a few days to get there. As he went through Kentucky he decided to get off of the main road (75) and just enjoy some of the scenery and a slower drive along the back roads. As he approached the Tennessee border his gas gauge was looking a little thirsty.

He came upon a gas station so he decided it best to stop and fill up. Not only was it a gas station but it was also a general store, car repair place and a U.S. Post Office. In addition there was no self service there either. A guy came out, greeted Mark and began pumping the gas.

Mark went inside the store to use the restroom. As he did he could not help but notice this young guy (looked to be about early to mid 20’s) standing by the entrance of the store drinking a Coke. He was quite handsome with short sandy blonde hair and appeared to be extremely well built…especially his chest and arms. He also sported a very narrow waist which really accentuated his chest and shoulders.

Mark also noticed he was in what looked like a police or some type of security uniform. As Mark passed by him he smiled but the good looking hunk did not smile back so Mark figured: just ignore him. Mark came out of the restroom and started outside when he noticed the officer, who didn’t speak to him, was talking to the man pumping the gas and checking the oil.

As Mark approached the car he tried again, smiled and said “Hello.” This time the uniformed guy looked at Mark and said: “Not from around here are ya?” Mark told him that he was not a local but that he was headed to Florida. The young man looked at Mark intently and then said: “What are you doing way out here…miles from the main highway?” Mark explained that since it was a glorious day, but before he could finish his thought he was interrupted.

The young stud in the uniform repeated the word “glorious,” and looked at the attendant finishing with Mark’s car. Ignoring the interruption Mark continued saying “Yes, it is a truly magnificent day, sunny and almost 80 degrees and it just seemed like a waste to spend it on the highway and miss some of the beautiful countryside.” He said nothing else but once again looked at the visitor and walked back slowly to the store.

As he walked past Mark he said: “Drive carefully and be mindful of the speed limits.” Mark told him he would. As Mark followed the station attendant back into his office to pay for the gas and service the attendant chuckled and said: “You have to forgive Wayne. He’s suspicious of everyone but especially out-of-towners. He could use some better manners.” Mark told him not to worry about it, got in his car and left.

It was only 5-6 miles from the gas station/store and Mark just could not help but be amazed by the beauty of the hills and countryside. He soon saw a sign that indicated that the TN border was 10 miles away. Pulling the car over, he grabbed his camera and took a picture. While doing so Mark noticed a partially paved road so he decided to go down it and see if he might get some more pictures.

About a half mile down, the road turned to a dirt road and then seemed to come to an end at the edge of a large field/meadow and forest. Mark found a shady spot, pulled the car over, turned it off and got out to walk and explore a bit. It was extremely quiet (except for the occasional bird) and he found a clump of boulders to sit on to just take it all in.

As he sat there he heard a sound…like running water so he got up and walked further into the wooded area soon coming upon a crystal clear stream. It really was beautiful! Mark walked along it a few more yards and came to a spot where there was a small pond. The stream seemed to run into it and then continue on its way. He was amazed by the clarity of the water.

Mark crouched down and put his hand in. It felt cool and refreshing. Then he had a thought. The place seemed pretty devoid of humans and it struck him that it might be the perfect place to take a little swim. His suitcase did contain a swimming suit (he was headed to FL after all) but it seemed like miles away. So, he decided he could just use his underwear in place of the suit.

With a smile on his face, Mark stepped behind a big tree and undressed. He walked down to the water with just his white briefs on and was about to put a foot in when he had a change of heart. It might take his jockey shorts too much time to dry and he didn’t casino oyna want to be there all day so, looking carefully around once more, he took off his briefs, laid them on a rock near the edge of the pond and then entered the water.

It felt GREAT! After driving all morning, the water was so refreshing. The pond was not too deep so he just quietly floated enjoying the sun and the freedom of being naked in the water…outside.

When he had enough Mark stepped out, found a grassy spot in the sun and sat down to dry. He laid back, closed his eyes and felt more relaxed that he had been in a LONG time. As he laid there he heard a sound that made me sit up. Thinking it was an animal he looked around and saw a rabbit not 10 feet away. Mark watched it sitting there motionless and then heard the same sound again. This time he realized it was not the rabbit making the noise.

Looking over his shoulder Mark saw what appeared to be a person making their way down the incline. Fortunately, Mark was behind a small ridge which offered him just enough time to grab his jockey shorts. He was just about completely dry so he quickly pulled his briefs back on. Unfortunately for him, the rest of his clothes were securely behind a tree and out of his immediate reach.

He had just finished getting his briefs on when he heard a masculine voice say: “Who’s down there?” Mark stood up and standing there was Wayne, the police/security guy from the gas station. Mark was beyond stunned. Standing there in just his underwear he gave a weak smile and said “Hello again.”

Wayne walked down to the ridge and, standing directly in front of Mark, said: “Just what do you think you are doing?” Mark was honest and said he had waded into the water as it was such a nice day and was about to get dressed and leave when Wayne had surprised him. The uniform clad man stepped closer staring directly at Mark as he did. “You didn’t see the posted sign?” he asked the surprised swimmer. Mark shook his head “no,” although he had passed it coming down the hill.

However, he wasn’t sure how far honesty would get him at this point. Wayne raised an eyebrow and said: “Kinda hard to miss, ain’t it?” Then he inquired: “Where are your clothes?” Mark pointed to the tree and started to go in that direction when Wayne barked: “Just stay right where you are.” He asked Mark his name and Mark told him. Wayne then asked if he had ID and Mark pointed to his jeans hidden by the tree.

Wayne stepped closer to Mark again so they were only inches apart. He was on a bit of an incline so he looked like a giant when in reality he was only an inch or two taller than Mark. He started to ask why Wayne was detaining him and when Mark asked when he might be able to leave Wayne responded: “I’m the one who’ll ask the questions and you’ll answer em.” He then pointed to the silver name tag on his shirt pocket and informed Mark that he would address him as Mr. Colton.

He instructed Mark to turn around. The nervous Mark was about to ask why but decided not to. He turned around and stood there for a moment when he suddenly felt him grab his left arm. He felt something go around his wrist. Mark tried to pull away but Mr. Colton had grabbed his right arm and in a flash he had handcuffed him.

Mark turned back around and angrily demanded: “What’s this all about?” He poked Mark in the chest with his index finger and said “What did I say about questions?” He then told Mark to remain in place. Mr. Colton walked over to where Mark had placed the rest of his clothing and brought it all back to where the nervous Mark was, setting it on the ground.

“Now,” Mr. Colton said, “your responses will determine what happens next.” He asked Mark if he had any weapons in his clothing or in the car.

The handcuffed Mark replied “No.”

With an angry voice the uniformed man said “No, Mr. Colton.” There was a long silence and he repeated it.

So, in a quiet voice, Mark replied: “No, Mr. Colton.”

He then asked how much cash Mark was carrying. He told him that he had about $70 in cash and 2 credit cards. Colton next picked up the pants and located the wallet. He found the drivers’ license and examined it. “What are you doing in Kentucky?” he asked. Mark explained, once again, that he was headed to Florida. Colton then wondered why Mark was not on I-75 as it was a direct route.

Mark thought carefully here and explained in slow and careful terms that this part of the state was indeed beautiful and he got off of 75 to take in some of the beauty. Colton looked at him and a brief smile entered his face as he said: “You are correct in that it is pretty around here.” Mark was hoping that, perhaps, he was softening a little.

Mr. Colton looked back at the drivers’ license and said: “I see that you are almost 20 years older than me. Seems like you are old enough to know when a situation is right or wrong.” Mark didn’t speak. Colton approached him and asked: “Were you in the water nekkid?”

Mark immediately slot oyna answered “No.” Colton raised his eyebrows and Mark then remembered to say: “No, Mr. Colton.”

“Don’t you have a swimmin’ suit?” he asked. Mark told him that he did but it was in his suitcase and in the car. Colton then grabbed the waistband of Mark’s briefs and snapped it quickly back in place saying: “So did you wear these Hanes jockey shorts in the water?”

Mark lied and said: “Yes, Mr. Colton.” Colton pulled the elastic band a bit feeling it with his thumb and index finger and he smiled at Mark as he released it.

“Well”, Colton continued, “truth be told you’ve got no right to be down here and no right to be taking your clothes off. I should march your ass up to the courthouse and let the afternoon judge decide what to do but those guys are just a bunch of lazy liberals. He’ll slap your hand, laugh it off, fine you $15.00 and send you on your way.”

“No,” Mr. Colton continued, “I am not gonna take you there.” “But,” he continued, “I can’t just be lettin’ out-of-towners come down to my county and do whatever they damn well please.” At this point Mark started to ask…but Colton looked at him sternly and said: “I ask the questions.”

He walked away for a moment and went to the right of the pond, came back and then walked down the left side towards a large shady group of trees. He returned and picked up Mark’s shoes, jeans and t-shirt. He motioned to the left side and said “OK, we’re gonna get out of this sun and into some shade. Walk over there and I’ll follow ya.”

Mark said: “Mr. Colton…would it be OK if I got dressed first?”

He looked at Mark and simply said: “Walk.”

Mark did as he was ordered and soon they reached the trees when Colton told him to stop. He walked past Mark a few yards and said: “This’ll do.” He motioned for Mark to come over to where he was. There on the ground was a huge tree stump from a tree which had clearly been cut down some time ago. Nearby were two smaller stumps.

Colton went over to one of the smaller stumps and carefully set down Mark’s clothes. Mark was intrigued to watch him carefully fold his shirt and pants. He put his socks inside of his shoes and then placed them on the smaller stump. He then walked back to where Mark was standing and sat down on the big stump. “Yep,” he said, “perfect height and fairly comfortable for a tree stump.”

Then, without explaining, he pulled Mark toward him and turned him sideways so that his left side was facing the uniformed man. Without a word and in one fluid movement, Colton sat down on the stump and brought the confused Mark with him landing him squarely across his left knee. He then brought his other leg over both of Mark’s effectively pinning him on his lap…his hands still cuffed behind him.

Colton then said: “We are going to deal with this here and now and skip the courthouse.”

The petrified Mark now lay across Colton’s big left leg completely immobile. He lifted his head a little and tried to look at him. He told Mark to face the ground so he let his upper body sink…his eyes now staring at the ground a foot or so below him.

In a calm but authoritative voice Mr. Colton said: “OK. This is your final chance…last time I ask. Did you go in the water nekkid?”

Mark thought that now he had better come clean so he said “Yes, I did.”

Colton snapped the waistband of Mark’s shorts and said: “Yes…what???”

Mark repeated and clarified his answer: “Yes, Mr. Colton.”

“So,” Mr. Colton bellowed…”then you did lie.”

“Yes, Mr. Colton, I did lie to you.”

He then asked if Mark wanted to add anything in his defense. Mark thought he saw a glimmer of light so he started to explain why he had gone for a dip…apologized for doing it and asked for a 2nd chance.

Listening, Mr. Colton told me him that he may have considered the 2nd chance but the lie that Mark had told could not be overlooked. He then told Mark that, as a punishment (which he would probably avoid at the courthouse) he was going to be spanked.

When Mark heard the word “spanked” his body went rigid and he tried to break Colton’s iron grip but it was useless…especially with his hands secured behind his back. Mark then tried a different tactic stating he was far too old for such treatment. Mr. Colton countered by stating that his age had little to do with his current predicament and it was Mark’s attitude and failure to tell the truth that were the problems.

Mark wiggled again but Colton’s right leg was strong and easily held both of the captive’s legs. Mark’s feet touched the ground but it was impossible to move them. His mind was racing…how could this be happening.

Finally Mr. Colton said: “Since you decided to go in the water nekkid then that’s how you’re gonna be spanked.” Mark felt Colton’s fingers reach under the waistband of his jockeys and he shouted: “Wait…PLEASE.”

Ignoring the plea Mr. Colton yanked the briefs down canlı casino siteleri in the back…then reached under the squirming Mark and freed them form the front. Then in one smooth movement they were at Mark’s knees. He was completely stunned. Mr. Colton then said: “If you struggle then we are gonna be here for a long time. Do you understand?”

Mark nodded without speaking. As he did so Mr. Colton slightly lifted his right leg that had been securely pinning down Mark’s legs and pulled the briefs past his ankles and completely off the stunned man. Mark then felt his muscular leg back in position restricting any movement on his part.

Colton took the white shorts and reached above his head to a very low hanging branch. He hung them there and said: “Those look like new briefs so I don’t want them on the ground. I’ll just hang ’em here and we’ll know where to find them when I am done spanking you.”

Mark had never felt so entirely hopeless in his life. And…to be honest…he was scared and he was working hard not to show any fear. But, he was trapped…no where to go…no one around (Thankfully… perhaps). He decided to try one more time: “Mr. Colton, please…” he began but Colton said: “Quiet!”

Mark continued: “This is really embarrassing.” Mr. Colton placed his right hand on Mark’s bare butt, rubbed it, and said: “Yes, it must be very embarrassing. Perhaps this will teach you to think in the future.” His hand moved over Mark’s cheeks as if he was sizing up how to do the job…and then the first blow came. Mark flinched but was determined NOT to squeal or show emotion.

After he felt the first swat he clenched his cheeks tightly together. Colton’s hand came down again but this time it stayed there. “Wow”, he declared. “You must be a runner as your butt is really solid.” Mark said nothing. Mr. Colton’s right hand remained on Mark’s naked ass and he asked: “Are you a runner?”

“Yes, Mr. Colton” he replied. Then the entire focus changed from the illegal swimming to the possibility of hiding drugs. Colton told Mark that his cheeks were clenched very tight and he wondered if Mark might be hiding something…specifically drugs.

Mark repeated as calmly as he could that he did not use drugs of any kind. Mr. Colton then told him that some people were known to hide drugs between there cheeks…or even deeper. He informed Mark that he was going to have a look. Mark was completely confused until he told him that he needed to relax the muscles of his glutes.

Colton patted his butt and said “Relax. I’m going to check for any contraband.” Laying there over his knee there was little Mark could do so he took a breath and relaxed as much as possible. He soon felt one hand on each of his bare cheeks. With his thumbs on the inside of his crack Mr. Colton slowly and methodically parted the bare cheeks. With them spread wide he allowed an index finger to press on Mark’s exposed anus. Mark wanted to scream out of sheer anger but he remained calm. He was sure that his face was beet red. Colton soon released the cheeks and said: “Nothing there but I will check your car before I allow you to leave.”

With that, the swats started up again and Mark resisted yelping or crying out. “I’m hoping that you learn from this.” he said as Mark’s bare fanny began to turn from pink to red. After about the 8th or 9th swat Mr. Colton said: “Man, your ass is solid. Maybe I should use my belt.”

Mark begged him not to do that. Mr. Colton hesitated but continued with his hand. As Colton’s large hand continued the swats, Mark was close to tears. Finally, Colton stopped. His right hand rested on Mark’s sore bottom and he rubbed it a bit saying: “Do you believe that I have gotten my message across?”

“Yes,” replied Mark. He gave Mark’s butt a firm swat and said: “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr. Colton,” Mark quickly replied.

He released Mark from his grip and with an arm under his chest he stood him upright so that Mark was facing him. Mr. Colton continued to sit on the big tree stump. He gazed at Mark intently but the spanked man just looked at the ground. He told Mark to approach him so he did as Mr. Colton demanded and was soon standing inches from him.

His eyes moved down to Mark’s genitals and one of his hands reached out and flicked his penis. Mark stepped back out of shock or, possibly, self preservation. He looked at Mark and told him to step forward and not to move. Mark again moved in so that he was directly in front of his oppressor.

This time he lifted Mark’s penis up with his hand. As he held it he said: “I can see that you are a big boy. Now I have a question for you and I better hear a truthful answer. Were you planning on playing with this big pecker after your swim?” The helpless Mark looked at him absolutely speechless.

Colton moved his fingers under Mark’s testicles and lifted them. “Damn. Those boys are heavy.” Still holding his penis he asked him again: “Were you gonna have a little jack-off session down there by the water?” As he spoke his thumb moved over the head of Mark’s dick in a massaging fashion. Mark willed myself to not get hard but he was clearly beginning to show the physical signs of arousal in Mr. Colton’s hand.

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“You know you want me, just admit it would you already.” She said to me and laughed.

I could feel my face turn red as she teased me. I had never been or thought of being with another woman in my life. But Savannah teased me every day and in emails about how I wanted her and she’s that she’s married so to stop hitting on her. She’s been my co-worker for the past year and we get along great. We always joke around, prank and tease one another. She talks about her husband almost every day, especially now that he might be laid off.

I’ve only met him twice since she started working here. I never thought I would ever meet someone shyer than me but he was. I guess it was true about opposites attract. Because Savannah was loud, boisterous and loved wearing flashy clothes and shoes, but Steve was so quiet and shy that I still couldn’t believe they were happily married.

“Ahem.” Savannah was holding a piece of paper in her hand next to me. “Thinking about me again Victoria?”

I laughed “You wish.” I looked up at her and she had these beautiful green eyes, long thick, curly hair, sensual lips, perfect white teeth, and a body to die for. She looked stunning even wearing just a t-shirt and jeans. I wasn’t so lucky though. I had short, straight brown hair and eyes. I would give anything to look like her.

She started asking me about a client and what the problem was. I saw her lips moving but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was so lost in thought wishing I could look like her that when she stopped, I had to shake my head and say “I’m sorry, what was the problem again? I didn’t get all that.”

Savannah just put her hands on her hips and frowned at me. “You never listen to a word I say do you?” I was glad we were the only ones in the office because even though she was joking, I didn’t want anyone to think I never paid attention to her.

“Of course I do. It’s not my fault you talk so fast I can’t understand you.” I say teasingly.

She shakes her head “Nevermind, I’ll figure it out myself” and walks away before I can say anything.

I sat there looking at the door a moment. Should I go after her? Apologize? Send her flowers? I laugh at the thought. If I did that, she would torment me even more every day that I had a crush on her. I didn’t but I found myself thinking about her more and more as I worked with her. Even at home at night, I would be watching TV and my thoughts would stray to her.

I was so glad it was Friday. I had to go shopping tomorrow for my niece’s birthday on Sunday. I shut my computer down and started walking out of the office. I was dreading this moment because I would have to walk by Savannah’s desk and say bye to her.

She was dancing and singing in her chair while listening to some rap song. I walked around the front desk “Bye, have a nice weekend Savannah.”

She smiled at me “You too.” I was opening the door when she said “Hey, do you want to go have a drink? I’m done in five minutes. Steve is going out with his friends tonight so I was hoping you might keep me company?” She smiled and clasped her hands together, pleading me to go out with her.

I looked at her and couldn’t help but laugh as she kept mouthing ‘Please’ silently over and over again. “Oh alright. One drink, I can’t have more than that because I have to drive home.” I lived over forty miles from work and I hated driving at night.

She clapped her hands together excitedly “Thank you, thank you.”

I sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, waiting for her to get done. When she started shutting down, I got up and stretched my back. “Where did you want to go?”

She shut the lights off and said “Hmm, how about Jasper’s? It’s only a couple of blocks from here.”

I nodded. Jasper’s would be good. We could sit down and get something to eat while we drank. “I’ll meet you over there? I’ll grab a table if I get there first.”

We walked out of work together, making small talk about work before she went one way for her car and I went another. When I got to my car, I thought to myself ‘What are you thinking?! You know you are going to have more than one drink and have to call a cab, which will be about fifty dollars to drive you home.’

I got in the car and sighed. I didn’t want to go now but it was too late to back out. I didn’t want her to go there and then I never show up. I liked the working relationship we had and didn’t want to jeopardize it. So I drove over to Jasper’s.

I could hear the noise from the TVs playing throughout the room, people talking and laughing from inside before I even opened the door. When I got inside casino siteleri the restaurant bar, it was almost deafening. I hoped Savannah wasn’t yelling out to me, because I would have never heard her.

I looked around but didn’t see her sitting anywhere. There were still some open tables but they were filling fast. I stood by the door and bit my lip as I wondered if I should get a table or wait for her.

I looked around again to see how many tables were still open. There were about five, make that four left now. It looked like there was a booth open in the very back so I made my way over to it. It was still open when I got to it. I sat down and watched for Savannah coming through the door, hoping she would see me back here when she came in.

A waitress came by “Hi, my name is Candace and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you anything to drink? An appetizer to start you off?”

“Just a diet soda. I’m waiting for a friend.”

Candace smiled and said “I’ll be back in few moments with your drink”. She stopped at another table, writing down something on a pad. I looked at the door again for Savannah but didn’t see her. I hoped I didn’t miss her when she walked in because I was talking to the waitress.

I started to wonder if she had car trouble and I should drive back towards work when the waitress brought me the diet soda. “Can I get you anything else, something to eat?” Candace asked.

I looked at the diet soda and then up at her “No, thanks. I’m good.” I started taking a sip of my soda when I heard a familiar voice “Oh I’m sure she’d enjoy a ‘screaming orgasm’ or ‘sex on the beach right’ now.”

I spit my drink out and started coughing. The waitress grabbed the napkins on the table and started cleaning up spewed drink. Savannah was laughing as she got in the booth across from me. When Candace was done she looked around for a place to throw the wet napkins. I could tell she wasn’t too happy with me because she sighed in frustration and walked away.

Savannah looked at me triumphantly “Ha! Who’s laughing now? That’s for putting those popping firecrackers under my chair.”

I laughed then as I remembered that. I bought some firecrackers that when you crushed them in any way, they made a loud bang. I put some under the wheels of her chair one day when she was at lunch. So when she sat down and moved the chair closer to her desk, they popped so loudly that it sounded it like gun shots. I never saw anyone jump out of a chair so fast.

Candace came back and looked at us a moment. But her eyes lingered on Savannah as she asked “Can I get you something” she looked her up and down and smiled “to uhh drink?”

Savannah leaned towards her, showing her a bit more cleavage “Do you think I could have a ‘Slow Comfortable Screw against the Wall’?”

Candace sucked in a breath and nodded. It took her a moment to actually say something “I sure can.”

Savannah laughed “No, thanks anyways but I think I’ll have a ‘Bloody Mary’.” She looked at me when she said that last part and winked.

I never saw a waitress so flabbergasted. She stomped off and I looked at Savannah “A bloody Mary huh?”

She laughs “Did you see her face?”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed to as I thought about Candace’s jaw dropping. I hoped she wouldn’t come back and ‘accidentally’ spill her drink on either of us now.

“Where’s Steve tonight?” I ask.

“Oh he wanted a boy’s night out. A friend of his and him were going to go look at some motorcycle. I figured he’ll be home late tonight because it’s about a three hour drive down there and then he has to drive back.”

A woman stopped at our table and put a drink down in front of Savannah “Hi, I’m your new waitress for the evening. Apparently Candace had to go home for a sick child or something.”

When the woman started talking, I thought ‘Oh no, please don’t let her name be Mary…I will just die.’ Savannah must have been thinking the same thing because she said “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

The woman smiled “I’m sorry, I’m Marilyn.” I almost choked again and Savannah smiled at her. “Would you like to order something to eat?”

We both ordered something to eat and another round of drinks. But this round I didn’t have another diet soda Savannah ordered both of us a Mojito. When our food came, I practically gulped it down. I didn’t realize I was that hungry until the food was set in front of me. We stayed at Jasper’s for about two hours, talking and laughing about work and home life.

When the bill came, both of us reached for it. Savannah’s hand touched mine slot oyna and I looked at her. I realized I had too much to drink because I could only wonder if her lips were as soft as they looked. I shook my head as she yanked the check from my hand, jerking me back to reality.

I felt light headed and dizzy when Marilyn came over to take our money for the check. She looked at me a moment and touched my shoulder “Sweetie, are you ok to drive? Do you want me to call a cab?”

Savannah spoke up then “Nah, she’s fine. I’ll take her home or to my place to sleep it off.”

I looked at her, grateful for the offer because I didn’t think I could drive. I couldn’t even remember how many drinks I had. I moved to stand up and get out of the booth and that’s when it really hit me. I fell back in the booth unable to stand on my own two feet.

Savannah looked around for Marilyn who was coming back with Savannah’s card and receipt to sign. “Can you get a glass of water for her?” She nodded in my direction and Marilyn nodded “Of course. I’ll be right back.”

I just sat in the booth, holding my head in my hands until she came back with my glass of water. I felt my stomach churning and hoped I didn’t vomit right here in the restaurant. Marilyn held the glass of water out to me “Here you go Sweetie.”

When I looked at the glass, I had a hard time focusing on it. I thought she said glass but not glasses. There were four maybe five glasses in front of me. I felt someone moving me over in the seat and holding the water to my mouth. “Drink slowly now.”

I sipped the water slowly as it dribbled in my mouth. After what I thought was hours of sipping on the glass, I felt a little better. I looked at Savannah sitting next to me “Savannah, I…” What was I going to say? I couldn’t remember now. The words were lost in my mind and on my tongue.

She smiled gently and patted my shoulder. “It’s ok. Steve’s on his way here to help me.”

‘Who was Steve?’ I thought. I just wanted to crawl in my warm bed and sleep. I felt Savannah get out of the booth and then someone pulling on my arm. I looked to my right at the men pulling my arm. “Wow…Did all of you plan on dressing the same way tonight?”

He reached his arms around me and pulled me towards him, lifting me up in his arms too quickly. The room was suddenly spinning along with my stomach. I closed my eyes hoping that might help with the spinning room. I felt my body being put down, up, down. I thought for sure I was going to vomit but then everything suddenly went black.

My eyelids felt like heavy weights as I slowly opened them. I blinked several times as I looked at the ceiling, cocking my head to the side “I don’t remember buying a ceiling fan.” As I looked around the room, I was suddenly scared. My walls in my room, or any room for that matter, weren’t red. I looked at the blanket that was covering me and realized it wasn’t one I owned. “Where the hell am I?! How did I get here?!”

Thankfully I was clothed in some shirt because I pulled the blanket back to get out whose ever bedroom this was, when the door opened slowly. I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Did I get back under the covers and pretend I was sleeping? And when my kidnapper came close enough, attack him? Before I could answer my own question, I saw blonde hair and Savannah’s face peek around the door.

She started laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. I was still so startled that I couldn’t move as she bent over from laughing. When I heard the snorts, I couldn’t help but start laughing too. We laughed for several minutes before she actually stood up and said breathlessly “You know I am so glad I peed before I came down here or I probably would have pissed my pants.”

I shook my head “It would have served you right if you did. I know this is going to sound like a stupid question, but why am I at your house and in your bed?”

She laughed “Vic, you don’t remember last night?” She looked at me and when I didn’t answer, she said “Well thanks a lot. You don’t remember us cuddling? Making out?”

I was so stunned at that I must have looked like a fish out of water. My mouth moved up and down but no words came out. I couldn’t believe I made out with her last night and didn’t remember any of it.

“The coffee’s on when you want to come up and join us.” She pointed at a partially open door “Bathroom’s in there if you want to take a shower first. And there are some clothes in the drawers or closet that should fit.” She smiled and asked so seriously “You really don’t remember do you?”

I thought about it and the last thing I canlı casino siteleri really remembered was sitting in a booth and breaking off a chunk of bread. “No, I don’t.” I was suddenly embarrassed and didn’t want to face her. How could I have been that drunk?! And kissed her?! What was I going to do now when we went to work? How could I even talk to her knowing that happened?

I heard the door shut softly and footsteps going up some stairs. I sat on the bed thinking about what I was going to do. I had to take a shower, get dressed but how was I going to get home now? Savannah lived about twenty miles from work in the opposite direction of me. I looked around for my purse but didn’t see it and my cell phone was in there.

I sighed heavily. And I am going to call a taxi company and say what exactly ‘I’m at a co-worker’s house but I don’t know the address. The only thing I know is it has a red room. Can you send a taxi here right away because I kissed her and I don’t remember any of it.’ That’s going to get a good laugh from the taxi employee answering the phone.

I got in the shower and the hot water helped wake me up because I remembered bits and pieces of last night. I dried off and wrapped the towel around me as I began searching for clothes. I looked in the drawers first and found some sweats and t-shirts. I put those on and wondered where my shoes and socks were.

I looked around the room but couldn’t find them. I knew it was time to face the music then. I headed upstairs and heard Savannah talking to someone, a man. I realized it was probably her husband, Stanley. No, that didn’t sound right. Stuart? Scott? I couldn’t remember his name as I walked in the kitchen. I heard Savannah ask “What do you want for dinner tonight?”

He said “How about” But he stopped and looked up at me from his cup of coffee. Savannah was waiting for him to say something when his eyes flicked to her and then me. “Morning, you want some coffee?”

I smiled “Yes, please.”

He got up from the chair and Savannah turned around in her chair. “Shower do you good?” She laughed as her husband handed me a cup of coffee “I’ll be out in the garage.” He walked past me and a few moments later I heard a door shut.

Savannah smiled “You want a ride to your car when you’re done with the coffee?”

I nodded “Please…If you don’t mind.”

She motioned for me to sit down in a chair “No, not at all.”

I didn’t want to sit next to her. I didn’t even want to be here but I had no choice. I sat down and avoided looking at Savannah. I suddenly felt awkward sitting there sitting nothing. I said the only thing I could think of “How much do I owe you for last night?”

She laughed “Oh you already paid me back for that.” I felt my cheeks flush and I stammered “No, please, I mean, I lost my purse to pay you the money back for last night.”

She got up and came back a moment later, setting my purse down in front of me. “No, you didn’t. Everything’s in there, including car keys.”

“Thanks” was all I could mumble as I took a sip of coffee.

She smiled “You’re welcome.” We finished our cup of coffee and she said she was ready to go. I got my purse and found my shoes by the front door. I slipped out the front door to the car, hoping I wouldn’t have to see her husband again because I still couldn’t remember his name to save my life.

Savannah opened the car and we climbed in. She drove me back to my car at Jasper’s in silence which I was glad for. I didn’t know what to say to her and it was like everything seemed awkward now between us. When she pulled up next to my car, she smiled and said “See you Monday?”

I tried to force a smile “I will pay you back.”

She smiled “Don’t worry about it Vic.”

I got out of the car and drove home the entire time wondering how soft her lips were, if she kissed better than me but most importantly, did we slip each other the tongue.

When I got home, I flopped down on the couch and started watching TV but I didn’t see one show. I could only lie there and imagine my tongue being in Savannah’s mouth. No matter how many times I tried to push the far from my mind, it would come back with a vengeance.

When I got home, I flopped down on the couch and started watching TV but I didn’t see one show. I could only lie there and imagine my tongue being in Savannah’s mouth. No matter how many times I tried to push the far from my mind, it would come back with a vengeance and our kiss only became hotter every time.

I took a shower later that night all could think about was her standing in the shower with me. Her tongue down my throat and her hands exploring my body. I spent more time than usual washing my coochie as I thought about her. When I was done in the shower, I went to my bed only to have my dreams taunt me with Savannah even more.

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