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Julie sat in her room. She felt a little weird being in college now. She began to unpack. Her parents had just left so she was alone. Her room was a double, her roommate was a sophomore named Susan. She was still at cheerleader practice. Julie felt a pang of jealousy like she always did when she thought of cheer leaders. They always seemed so unbearably sexy. Julie in comparison was just an average girl from a catholic school since preschool.

Her room was the last on the girls’ side of the dorm. There was no door to the boys’ side but it made her feel a bit unholy. Well, she didn’t come to college to feel holy, she came to learn. Susan came in to the room. She was still wearing her cheerleader costume. “Hey you must be Julie” she said thrusting out her hand.

“Hi,” Julie took it and noticed just how soft it was. “So which bed do you want?”

Susan laughed “Oh we’re not keeping these ratty old things, we’re getting a new one.”

Julie saw no problem with the old beds but as long as Susan was paying she was fine. Julie finished unpacking while Susan took a shower. Julie was about to leave when Susan stopped her “wait, help me.” Julie didn’t want to make an enemy of the girl she would have to spend the next year with so she helped.

The 2 went to classes and luckily, it being the first day, neither had too much homework to do. Julie was all ready to go to bed when Susan grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “Do you want to try out for cheer leading?”

Julie was taken aback, she had no talent in athletics. “Not really, I’m more into drama and I’m not very athletic.”

“You don’t have to be, you just have to be sexy in college.” Susan said.

Julie laughed “I may not know much about it, but I’m confident that you need to be athletic.”

“No, your job is to distract the audience from watching your team fail because they too are watching you.” Julie had never thought of it like that. “I’ll show you, bend over.” Julie obeyed “Now that is stretching. The only difference is that your back should be to me and you should take off your pants.” Julie raised an eyebrow “let me show you.” Julie took off her skirt and stood in only her underthings. “Now when I bend over, think that you are a horny 18 year old boy.” Julie tried. She could see that Susan was hot.

“Okay so I could warm up with you, but I can’t do the actual cheering.” Julie imagined the girls doing splits and handstands and standing on each other’s backs.

“Come to practice tomorrow, just watch me and find out how it is done.” She told Julie.

“fine, I’ll cheer on the cheerleaders.” Julie jokes.

CHAPTER 2

When school finished, Julie and Susan both went back to the dorm to do homework.

“How do you spell hypocrite?” asks Susan.

“H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-T-E.” Julie answers. Susan thanks her and tells her she is really smart. Susan asks her to help her spell more words, then she asks Julie for help in math. After about 40 minutes of listening to Julie explain Susan just tells her to do it. “But then you won’t learn.”

“House wives of rich guys don’t need to be smart, just hot when they are 20.” Julie realizes that casino siteleri it is sadly true. She does Susan’s homework and her own before they go to cheerleading practice.

When they get there, the coach tells Julie that she should try out. “I’m not very athletic.” Julie tells the 30 year old man.

“Put this on and say that again.” He gives her a pink top and a mini skirt. Julie looks at it in horror but then she sees Susan, well if Susan doesn’t have a problem with it, what right does she have to?

Julie goes into the girls’ locker room and puts it on. She feels a bit exposed but decides that if it is what cheer leaders do, then who is she to argue. When she goes out to the field, the coach tells her that she is going to go on the top since she is so light. Julie gets on Susan’s back and then shoulders, she is good at cheer.

“Nice job Julie.” Susan says as they walk off the field together “I think you should formally try out, but keep in mind, you don’t need to wear that obvious white underwear, you can do more if you don’t limit yourself to underwear.” Julie thinks about it and notes that Susan herself does wear underwear, but maybe once you are on the team a while, you get so good that underwear doesn’t stop you.

“Sure Susan, I won’t wear underwear when I cheer, that is if I get on the team.” Julie tells her.

When they get back to their room, Susan changes. Julie just sits on her bed. “What are you doing Julie?” Susan asks as she comes back out of the bathroom.

“I have no plans so I was just sitting here.” Julie admits.

“I’m going to the mall with a couple of friends, want to tag along?” Susan asks.

Julie can’t process how nice she is being, does she WANT to? She had been hoping that by the end of the first month of college she would be invited by freshmen, not go to a sophomore get together in the first week. “I’d love to”

“Great.” Susan says “But you aren’t coming wearing that.” Susan looks over Julie

“I usually just wear jeans and a tee.” Julie tells Susan.

“Oh that won’t do. You need to make an impression on the girls. You can only make one first impression.” Susan goes through all of Julie’s drawers without finding anything that caught her eye. “Ugh, Julie it’s no wonder I’m your only real friend, you have nothing good. We’re selling it all and buying new beds and some better clothes for you.”

Julie feels ashamed that she didn’t have a good taste. “I’m sorry Susan.”

“Ugh, it’s fine let’s just get there early so we can buy you something to wear. Until then, wear my miniskirt and this skin tight spaghetti strap.” Susan thrusts the clothes at Julie

“OK.” Julie says. She goes to the bathroom and strips. She feels bad that she has made Susan so ashamed of her. She looks at herself in the mirror. She is a blonde. Her breasts are just small enough to know that they haven’t been altered, her ass is very tight and her vagina is very hairy since she doesn’t shave it. She feels her tender breasts before putting on her new bra and the shirt. It seems a bit to transparent for Julie’s liking. The miniskirt looked good though.

“I didn’t tell you to wear that slot oyna hideous bra!” Susan says as Julie comes back into the room. “Take it off. Now.”

Julie feels bad and starts to go back to do so. “We don’t have time just take it off here.” Susan tells her. Julie turns around to hide her tits from Susan “Oh don’t tell me your embarrassed.” Susan says “You’re not that small, turn around” Julie does trying to hide the red in her cheeks. Susan puts the shirt on Julie and feels her tits. “Relax girl, I’ll make sure nobody is mean to my little whore.”

Susan finishes putting on Julie’s shirt and they go to the mall together. Julie stays next to Susan the entire time, afraid that the other girls will try to be mean to her. Then they go to Sleepy’s. “We are getting a king sized, it looks better.” Susan tells Julie.

Julie is happy to be able to share the bed with her friend. “What kind?”

“heart shaped one.” Susan says.

She hops onto a bed with a red comforter and pink pillows. The price tag says $2350.

“Who is paying?” asks Julie.

“Well you of course, unless you want to stay a loser forever.” Susan answers stroking Julie’s hair.

Julie puts it on her credit card and they go back to school. The bed will be delivered tomorrow.

Susan and Julie get into the room. Susan puts on a big tee shirt as PJs, Julie is about to put on a tee as well when Susan grabs her arm “Sleep naked for me Julie.” She takes her shirt back from her and takes off Julie’s miniskirt. “Don’t wear any more bras Julie.” She says as she walks over to her bed.

“OK Susan.” Julie says as she herself gets into her bed.

“Julie.” Susan says “You don’t jerk off much do you?”

Julie is taken aback, she had never in her life jerked off. “No, I would never!” she answers defensively.

“That’s too bad, it’s cool to, everyone who is cool does it.” Susan says “Here I’ll teach you.” She gets out of her bed and walks over to Julie’s bed. “get up bitch.” She commands as she slaps Julie’s bare breast. Julie obeys standing without trying to hide anything from her friend. “Now put your hand on your vagina.” Susan says seductively. Julie obeys silently “Good now rub up and down.” Julie obeys “Harder Julie.” Susan tells her “Now put your finger inside yourself” Julie obeys “You are horrible, let me show you.” Susan reaches out and rubs Julie’s vagina. “See how I do it a little harder every time.” She is right, she is much better than Julie.

She does it until Julie comes “I took about 3 minutes. Now you try, you’ll take like an hour.”

“OK Susan.” Julie says as she tries again. Susan was right, it does take her a long time to come, almost 7 minutes.

“We’ll try again later, get in your bed and go to sleep, I’m going to sell your clothes and buy you new ones.” Susan says as she dumps all of Julie’s clothes unceremoniously into a big trash bag.

Julie gets in her bed and wants to masterbate again. “Susan, can I jerk off again?”

Susan drops Julie’s clothes and storms over to her. She slaps Julie’s cheek. “Don’t you ever ask to jerk off again. I will tell you when you can touch yourself and when you are forbidden canlı casino siteleri to. If you ever ask again, I will make sure you never make any friends ever!” She slaps Julie’s cheek again for good measure.

“Yes Susan.” Julie says fighting back the tears. She lies back down and goes to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Julie wakes up she forgets where she is and why she is naked, then she remembers and smiles. She gets up and sees that her clothes are gone “Susan, where are my clothes?”

“Oh my little whore, those old stinkers? I got up early and sold them all. You still owe me $200 though.” Susan answered.

“For what?” Julie asked.

“For the trouble of making you cool.” Susan answered as she walked to the bathroom.

Julie didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t follow, she had no clothes to wear. She just waited for 30 minutes or so until Susan came back.

“Put on this miniskirt Julie.” Susan handed Julie a piece of cloth that seemed as large as a single finger hole in a glove.

“What about my underwear?”

“You don’t get to wear any from now on. You have to wear exactly what I tell you. If I don’t tell you anything, don’t wear anything.” Susan said as she stroked Julie’s bear breast.

“Okay Susan, I will” Julie says as she puts on the shirt.

Susan takes a sports bra out of the bag of new clothes and holds it up against Julie’s bare breasts. “yup, pink was the way to go.” She kisses one of Julie’s breasts and puts the bra onto her toy.

“Susan, where is my shirt?” Julie asked as she stood in their room.

Susan grabbed Julie by the hair and thrust her onto her knees. “What did I tell you about questioning fashion?” She slaps her on the cheek and then pulls off the sports bra to bite Julie’s left tit.

Julie screams in pain “Susan stop that it hurts” Julie ran out into the hallway with her bra still only half on.

“Get her John!” Susan said. Then Coach Thread came out of a secret passageway from the boy’s side of the dormitory. He grabbed Julie by the wrist and whipped her around back into her room.

“Mr. Thread? What are you doing? Let me go-” She was interrupted when he thrust his cock down her throat. She didn’t want to be expelled so she sucked.

“Good girl.” Mr. Thread said “You are probably confused right now. Don’t worry whore, Susan will make sure you have a place to sleep every night and food to eat every day. Susan is a sex slave dealer, and you were supposed to be sold, but she likes you and I do to so we have decided that as long as you promise not to tell anyone anything that happens while either of us are present you get to continue with your normal life, only a few changes.” He pulled Julie’s mouth off of his penis to let her answer.

“Okay sir, what do you want?” Julie asked and immediately after finishing her words he thrust her back onto himself.

“One. You wear exactly what Susan tells you to.” Mr. Thread told Julie he let her nod her head. “Two, you will fuck who ever I tell you”

He pulled her head off of his penis “Yes sir.”

“third,” Susan said “You will not waste either of our time complaining that you don’t want to do something, we are saving your life and even letting you continue your normal life so we don’t want to hear it.”

“Okay Susan” Julie said as she crawled back into their room with her new owners.

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This was originally part of Passion In Control but I thught it made a good short story in its own right. Hope you like it – do tell me if you do!

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8 o’clock on the dot I arrived at Diane’s studio. I was greeted at the door by the hairstylist who whizzed me straight into his room where he immediately put me at ease with his lively chatter. He took me right though a typical shoot, what would happen and when. What I should and should not say or do. I was sure he was gay; his whole manner and his attitude convinced me, even though he was far from the popular stereotypical poof. Also, he seemed to be interested in me as a person, not especially as a woman, i.e. a potential bed-partner. I knew I was set to enjoy my day now I understood exactly what to expect, until the totally unexpected came along. Or, more precisely, walked through the door.

“Hi, Julia, what a surprise!”

I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Terri.

“Yeah, er, sure.” I stammered. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Terri.”

Terri explained that, as part of her college studies, she was working on a number of assignments related to art and design and was spending a month at Diane’s studio to experience all aspects of commercial photography. She was to be Diane’s assistant at the shoot this afternoon; adjusting the lights, archiving shots to the file server, assisting with backgrounds and poses. ‘All that fun stuff’ as she called it.

“You guys know each other, huh?” guessed my friendly stylist.

How could I explain? Shit! Terri knows I work for Passionella but I’m supposed to be here as a valued client. “Yup, we hang about together, weekends mostly. Kind of a working relationship,” I bluffed. I hope that didn’t sound like we’re on the game.

Mr Hair finished with me early so I dragged Terri to one side.

“Listen, I’m really pleased you’re here, this is going to be so much more fun with someone I know and trust. But, they don’t know I work for Passionella, I’m here to check out the quality of their work. So don’t blow my cover, OK?” Terri nodded just as I was whisked away to manicure and pedicure. Then makeup where an unpleasant and patronising bitch got off to a bad start with “Oh, you’re so clever with your make-up. You look so beautifully natural, it looks almost as though you aren’t wearing any.”

“I’m not,” I retorted, “I never do. So don’t spoil my ‘beautifully natural’ look by caking me in mud and slime, OK?” She never spoke again.

In the studio, Diane shot numerous angles and poses, seemingly at random, of me in my own clothes. “I need to see what works,” she explained, “what angles suit your facial shape and colouring and to get you used to posing.” Terri rushed around with lights and reflectors, following Diane’s simple but precise instructions.

I didn’t realise I was posing, I just acted my usual self, but Diane was so supportive with her positive feedback I knew this would work. She threw some shots up onto the monitor and I was astounded at the quality of her pictures, but she laughed and insisted they were just quick ‘junk’ shots.

After lunch I had to dress and Diane’s stylist took me through the various outfits I was to model. To start were some variations on simple Passionella bra and panties designs. Then we would move onto some ‘foundation’ products that included really glamorous corsets, bustières and deep garters and suspenders in exotic colours and materials including shaped polished metal and flexible polyurethane. Under a cover was another rail that I was told was for ‘later’. I couldn’t wait.

I refused to have Mrs Patronising do my make-up so we agreed Terri could keep my face and body topped up during the afternoon. This included rubbing copious amounts of concealer and skin-tone creams onto all exposed parts of my body arms and legs at regular intervals as the heat of the lights caused me to perspire and as each change of clothes revealed yet different areas of flesh. I had to change quickly; I couldn’t keep any garment on for too long, as the elastic and straps would leave marks on my skin, which Terri then had to massage away. She also had to apply darker shades in my cleavage to accentuate the shadows, which we both particularly enjoyed!

Passionella Italy had produced some fantastic new colours and I modelled both soft-cup and aggressive padded uplift bras in exotic deep ‘Sunset Orange’ and shimmering ‘Midnight Purple’ with metallic reflective flakes woven into the surface. These came with matching pants in several different deep or skimpy cuts together with suspenders which I attached to a pair of lovely shimmering lace-top stockings. I soon gave up using the screened-off ‘modesty’ changing area and simply pulled off one pair of pants and stepped into the next pair right in front of Terri and Diane. Since some of the skimpy thong styles hid very little of my most private shrine, I figured it made no difference if they saw it all. My favourite from the first session was a bustière with balcony-style uplift cups that pushed my boobs upwards and forwards, leaving a very deep and mysterious cleavage.

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Time casino siteleri flew by and soon we were onto the corsets. Diane continually complimented me on the way I posed and wore the stuff and I was becoming quite horny from the look and feel of the clothes and also from all the attention.

Terri helped me into a long red satin corset that covered my breasts completely, crushing them against my rib-cage, and stopped well below my crotch. It had buckle straps all the way down the back that my Australian assistant secured tightly so I could hardly walk and certainly couldn’t bend forward at the waist. I kept on my hold-up stockings and Terri attached the eight wide suspender straps.

Diane shot me from in front, the side and from behind, standing up and laying down (Terri had to help me get up again!), all the time helping me to find the right pose and expression. She seemed very pleased with the results on the monitor and I felt so exquisite, being tightly encased in all that stiffened luxurious fabric.

But not as good as when Terri released me after the shots. One by one she unfastened the suspenders and then the buckles allowing the blood to circulate around my body again. The rush made me feel so horny that my nipples stiffened and poked out from my naked tender breasts. Diane started to shoot pictures of me topless in just my slender pants and stockings. Confused, I pointed out that I was there to model clothes but Diane pleaded: “Just a few more, please. You have such a photogenic body and the look on your face as Terri helped you out of your corset was exquisite. I’ve never seen such a sexy shot when working with a complete rookie. Wait, just to the left, there. Look down, hold! Again; look at the lens, yes, now look at your feet. Turn your head towards Terri.” Diane’s instruction came in quick succession and I became quite mesmerised.

Terri appeared from the next room clutching some more garments and soon she had wrapped a black polyurethane waspie around my waist and tightly secured its Velcro fixings at the front. It made me feel light-headed and I closed my eyes as Terri rubbed skin-tone make-up over my naked breasts. Instinctively I opened my legs slightly and Diane clicked furiously, encouraging me all the time and suggesting ever more erotic poses.

Then the atmosphere in that studio became much more intense and highly-charged.

“Terri,” Diane, pronounced, “I need you in this shot. Can you stand behind Julia, and cover her breasts with your hands, please? I need to hide her nipples, they’re too conspicuous and the glimpse of a second woman, barely-visible in the shot, will add to the mystery.”

Terri did as instructed and cupped her small hands over my boobs, pressing her clothed body against my back. Click, click, click, click. Diane shot from various angles, swapping her own lenses as “Terri has her hands full”, she joked.

Diane looked at the monitor, then at us two, and pondered. “Hmm. Terri, you look like a spare part. Uninvolved. You need to look more sophisticated. Can you slip out of your jeans and pull on that silk wrap-over jacket that Julia was modelling earlier?”

With no further prompting, Terri peeled off her jeans, and shirt too; she wore no bra underneath but she did keep on her tiny white lycra panties that covered her pubes but little else. But all too quickly she covered herself again with the silk jacket. I hadn’t seen her naked before and yet she looked exactly as I had imagined her in my ‘dildo’ dream, except even more attractive. It’s that Antipodean gene pool: perfect symmetrical form, tight muscular tummy, slim hips. And small but very firm boobs which she pressed into my back as she stood behind me where I could not see her.

Terri reached around in front of me again. And squeezed. Bitch.

Click, click, click.

Each time Diane turned away for a moment, Terri caressed my boobs and rubbed the palms of her hands over my nipples, making them stiffen again. And she ground her pussy-mound against my bum-cheeks, which I pushed back to balance her pressure. Terri murmured in my ear “I think Diane likes your body. Why don’t you show her more?” Terri was teasing me, and I loved it.

“Thanks, Terri. Those shots look terrific; I’ll let you see them later. Right, can you help Julia out of that waspie and into the next garment?” Diane requested.

Terri came back carrying a cream leather cat-suit with more zips and buckles than you’d find in a zip and buckle shop. She took the suit carefully out of its plastic cover then held it so I could step into the narrow legs. Then I had to place one hand on her shoulder to steady myself as she pulled the close-fitting upper part over my torso. I slipped my arms into their soft sheaths and Terri zipped me up. One long double-ended zipper ran right from my navel, down between my legs, tight inside my bum-crack and all the way up my back to my neck where the choker collar almost lived up to its name. She pulled more zippers along the outsides of my arms and also down the insides of my legs so the suit fitted really tightly around my slot oyna wrists and ankles. It felt like a second skin and it moulded seductively to my shape as I moved. The front of the suit was stitched into two distinct, separate boob-shapes so my own breasts were formed to the profile of the supple leather outfit, which had more zippers running down from the middle of the collar, diagonally across my nipples as far as my lowest ribs. Every zipper had a large stainless-steel ring-pull on it and there were several more identical rings attached to the suit at the shoulders, elbows, waist, hips, thighs and knees. This was very definitely one of Linda’s new Pleasure In Control lines!

It was really hot inside under the lights and Diane wasted no time in shooting me from all angles. I had no difficulty entering into the mood of the outfit and adopted my best role-play Dominatrix persona. Diane’s studio had no mirrors as, she explained, they would interfere with the lighting. But she allowed me to see myself on the monitor every couple of dozen shots so I could improve upon my facial expressions and poses. Diane clicked away as I moved and held position to her instructions.

Then she asked the ever-attentive Terri to unzip some of the zippers part-way.

“There, she does want to see more,” Terri whispered. She started by unzipping the diagonal zippers over my upper chest, stopping just below my areolae. The cold of the metalwork teased my now-visible nipples into stubby bullets which almost hurt me they were so hard.

Diane kept shooting but after a short while I noticed she was no longer giving instructions; Terri was taking the lead. I was feeling fabulous and loved being the centre of attention. I was becoming more and more aroused by the feel and smell of the supple but constraining leather close against my skin and my pussy twitched with delight as Terri pulled the long zipper down from my navel to just above my pubic mound. The suit parted to expose my tummy and Diane clicked some more.

I squealed in token protest as Terri unzipped it further between my legs, but Diane did nothing to stop her. I wore nothing under the suit so as not to spoil its lines and my shaven, helpless pussy was exposed to Diane’s eager, all-seeing, all-capturing lens. “Terri, please, no, what are you doing?” I cried, but Terri unzipped me more and deliberately pulled aside my clinging cream covering to reveal my soft, smooth mound. The situation in which I found myself both shocked and excited me and I realised that my struggles and protests lacked any conviction. I shifted my feet apart a little and Diane murmured approval. Terri was right, Diane wanted to see my body.

Terri stood in front of me with her head on one side and her hands on her narrow hips. Her small, perfectly-rounded breasts pushed against the thin covering of the silk jacket and her nipples made small peaks in the fabric. Were they erect? Was Terri turned on by the sight of me and my Pleasure In Control catsuit? Did she too like seeing more of me exposed?

I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to reach out and untie the belt around her waist so that the silk jacket would fall open and I could once again feast my eyes on her young body. I wanted to watch her as she moved around the studio and I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her breasts in my hands. I wanted to know if they were as firm to the touch as they appeared and I wanted so much to run my hands over her muscular body, her tight, small bum and down her slender legs. My pussy was responding to my conscious desires and I was sure that Diane would notice it opening up and moistening.

Terri steeped forward and reached out her hands. She took hold of the two rings on my chest and slowly dragged the two zippers right down over my boobs. I stood with my arms outstretched and the suit gaped open and Diane took some close-ups of my breasts as they escaped from the enlarged openings.

“Oh, yes, Linda will love these shots,” purred Diane as I looked down to see just how erect my own nipples were, jutting forward and contrasting against the pale flesh of my boobs and the cream and stainless-steel of the suit.

Weakening and succumbing to my powerful sexual motivation, I leant forward and pulled tentatively at the loosely-tied belt around Terri’s waist. She did not object. She allowed the jacket to fall open and I took my chance. Hooking my thumbs inside the soft lapels, I slipped it off her shoulders. Terri pushed her arms back so it dropped to the floor, at the same time thrusting her lovely young breasts towards me, proud and inviting. I felt weak at the knees at the sight of her gorgeous body and I desperately needed to touch her.

I heard another click but this was not the shutter of Diane’s camera. I looked over my shoulder to see that Diane had left the studio and had closed the door quietly behind her.

Terri walked right up to me and whispered: “we are alone now.”

We had been alone together in my apartment many times, but this was different. The atmosphere this evening was electric.

“Terri, you don’t need to whisper. You …” I stammered, but canlı casino siteleri before I could say anymore, she planted a long, passionate kiss full on my lips.

Stupidly, I pulled away and made some inane comment like: “You’ll ruin my lipstick.”

“Who cares?” replied Terri.

She was right, there was no-one else there.

She kissed me again and she pushed her eager tongue into my mouth. She ran its tip right around the insides of my lips and under my own tongue. She kissed me like no man ever had and I felt a rush of excitement fill my head.

Terri cupped her hands over my exposed breasts and massaged my tender flesh into a state of heady expectation. I did not have to wait long for that expectation to be fulfilled and exceeded. Supporting my breasts in the palms of her hands, Terri leant forward and drew first one then the other distended nipple deep into her mouth, rolling her tongue over and under it. Each time she sucked in her cheeks the vacuum she created caused a sudden rush of hot blood to the foci of her affections, engorging them deliciously. Then, when she pulled her mouth away, each sensitive, swollen nipple tightened and contacted, further intensifying the sensual feelings.

I spread my feet wide apart to try to take some pressure off my pussy as my labia blossomed, but this only served to draw attention to it. Terri moved her hands down from my breasts, leaving them aching and craving renewed attention. But her hands were on a journey. Downwards over my leather-clinched waist, she slid them onto my abdomen and down over my tense tummy left exposed by the open zipper.

I tried to speak, to encourage Terri, to tell how desperately turned-on I was becoming, and to ask her what I could do to please her. But every time, she put her finger to my lips to signal ‘Shhh’.

Terri removed her hands for a moment and walked around to stand behind me again. I felt another rush as once again she cupped her hands over my sensitive breasts. She didn’t keep them there long; slowly she slid them down the front of my leather suit and onto my tummy. But this time she did not stop there. She continued down to my pubic mound and finally, to my great excitement and relief, she placed one hand over my pussy. She waited a moment, perhaps testing the waters, to see if I pushed away her hand. I didn’t. Terri rubbed her hand a few times over my bare pubic mound and made warm tender noises.

I threw my head back and leant it on her shoulder whilst I kneaded my own breasts. Terri put her left hand around my waist to steady me and slipped the other right between my legs. I tried to keep still in order to savour her every move, but the feelings were too intense. I shuddered and moaned out loud as Terri slipped the middle finger of her right hand into my vagina.

She slid it in and out in a slow rhythmic way; my pussy was so wet that her movements made exquisite squelching noises, which confirmed just how desperately aroused I was. But I couldn’t tell her since she cupped her free hand over my mouth to prevent me from crying out

I had never experienced a woman’s finger inside my vagina before and I was not disappointed. I looked down and saw Terri’s hand moving up and down and the sight was delectable. I wanted her to rub my clit now. I wanted her to bring me to a climax, but I did not want our sex session to end. I wanted to have girl-on-girl sex with this young woman who until today had been my paid help around my apartment and an occasional sympathetic ear. Now she was my lesbian sex partner, in a stranger’s photographic studio, with me half-undressed in a wildly erotic fetish-fashion outfit. My mind raced and my body tensed, hoping for what might happen next. But still Terri would not allow me to speak and her imposition of silence only magnified my excitement

Forcing myself to remove my hands from my aching breasts, I reached behind me and cupped them over Terri’s tight bum-cheeks, squeezing them and pushing her pussy against my behind. Terri ground herself against me and made warm appreciative noises.

But just as I hoped Terri would increase her speed and intensity, she withdrew her finger from its warm, welcoming refuge and backed away from me. I nearly cried from frustration, my vagina felt so empty. I closed my eyes tight and awaited whatever pleasure she might have in mind for me.

I couldn’t see what she was doing but she picked up something from the floor behind me. It was the belt from the silk jacket she had been wearing. Still standing behind me where I couldn’t see her almost-naked body, she reached around my waist and threaded the belt through the stainless-steel ring fixed to my suit, just above my navel. Pulling more of the belt through the ring, she aligned the two ends then passed them back between my legs, covering my exposed, throbbing pussy. Finally, holding one end in each hand, she pulled gently, first one way then the other, so the silk fabric rubbed up and down the length of my pussy. The feeling was exquisite and I wanted to tell her how good it made me feel. I moved my feet wider apart and crouched slightly so my pussy was more accessible to its new source of stimulation. Gradually Terri tightened the belt so it invaded my slit and sought out my clit, rasping it ’till it was on the verge of becoming sore and spoiling the pleasure.

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I was going to see my honey at his work. I dressed carefully, wearing my new white sheer bra. My black lace skirt and white see through top. I also added a lite black sweater, to cover the see through top. I looked very nice. My honey worked in an office, so I had to dress like I worked there.

I arrived at his office on time. He was standing there waiting for me. We walked down to his office talking. Once reaching his office, we walked in and he locked the door behind him. I walked to his desk and waited.

My honey, Shaun walked up to me and started kissing me. I started backing up to the wall and he followed, our lips never parting. Shaun started pulling up my skirt, his fingers plunged between my fat pussy lips. A small moan escaped from my lips as he rubbed at my clit.

My hand went for his Vedga, his cock. I started rubbing the head, wanting to feel all of it. Shaun unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Placing my fingers around the head I began stroking him. He still played with my clit. Our kissing became deeper, more heated.

My honey sat down in his chair, his dick pointing straight at me. Seeing his dick made me lose all control. I immediately went to my knees. I wrapped my lips around the head sucking him in my mouth. My tongue went to work licking the under side. I worked his thick cock in and out of my mouth. Taking him in all the way, licking down the shaft then back up under the head.

Shaun asked me where’s the camera. I stopped sucking his dick long enough to get it. Then I returned to giving him head. I sucked the length in and out of my mouth then Shaun said to me, “Look up at me.”

I did just that, slurping, sucking, licking his cock and upon coming up to the head the camera went off. He had taken a picture of me with his hard, thick cock in my mouth. Just then I wrapped my lips casino siteleri alittle tighter, then sucking him in all the way in. I flicked my tongue along the length, then staying just under the head.

Shaun’s head went back, I knew he was loving his blow job. He then said to me. “I want you to play with your pussy.” I did as he asked. Spreading my legs wider I slipped two of my fingers between my fat pussy lips. I massaged my clit in the same rhythm as I sucked his big cock.

My pussy was still very wet from when he had been playing with it. This really turned Shaun on. I had only been stroking my juicy pussy a short time, when he started mumbling that he was close to cumming. I stroked my pussy, not cumming but making it drip.

I continued sucking and licking, taking him deep. Shaun’s dick grew alittle bigger in my mouth. Sucking a bit harder and faster, he says I’m cumming. His first squirt of hot cum shot in my mouth and I swallowed. I worked his cock, sucking every drop of cum he offered. Licking off him, I pulled the head to my lips letting his cum coat my lips. Swallowing once more not wasting any.

I leaned in and rested myself on his lap. Shaun sat their looking at me and started sweating. I said something to the fact of honey, “I didn’t mean to make you so hot.” We both started laughing. I knew from how Shaun acted that he loved the blow job he just received.

Just then Shaun heard a pounding on the door. He looked at me and said,”Hurry and put your clothes back on.”

I did just that, but I wasn’t going to fast. Finally, I was all put back together and he opened the door. Shaun came back and sat at his desk and told me it was the cleaning lady. She came around and gathered the trash and was on her way.

The moment she walked out I let out a loud sigh. And said,” That scared the shit out of slot oyna me.”

I sat there still alittle scared. How would he of explained why this woman was sitting in his office after hours, at one of the “Big Three?” Shaun went back and locked the door. I still felt somewhat nervous. Soon Shaun made that go away.

He leaned in kissing me deeply, letting me know he was still horny. He pulled me into him again. His hands going to my breast, cupping them squeezing slightly. I stood in front of him, my legs on the outside of his. I lifted my blouse over my head, and bringing my tits to hang over the cups of the bra. Shaun’s hands were busy bringing my nipples to full attention.

I pulled my skirt up around my waist, turned around and bent over. Shaun smacked me across my ass checks, then rubbing them. He ran his hands down my ass crack to the slit in my lips. I bent my legs, spreading them alittle wider. His fingers slipped between my creases. Spreading my lips apart.

Taking a few fingers rubbing my clit lightly, stroking back to my hole. Shaun’s fingers plunged in my cunt. I went forward so that I was leaning on my arms, my ass alittle higher in the air. My pussy was being fingered slow but deep.

Shaun stood behind me, slowly teasing every spot on my pussy. I could feel my wetness gush out with every thrust of his fingers. I reached around unzipping Shaun’s pants. Letting lose the cock I call my own. I moved forward so that his fingers would withdrawal from my hole.

Shaun leaned into the back of me, rubbing his big thick cock against my pussy lips. We grinded together so that his cock rubbed against my ass too. Using his thumbs, he spread me apart and slowly entered my from behind. I could feel the head enter my wet pussy hole.

Shaun leaned into me and I pushed back on him. Feeling his big dick fill my pussy. canlı casino siteleri His hands went to my hips, grabbing me as he thrust his cock in and out of my cunt. I could feel my juices coat his dick.

He would pull all the way out and slam his cock back into me. With each thrust he was going deeper and deeper in me. Spreading and stretching my pussy out. As Shaun would grind into me I’d pump my hips back on him. Feeling him hit that spot with in me, over and over again.

My body started to stiffen up. I could no longer stand what was building in me. I leaned over a bit more, giving Shaun more access. With a few more thrust of his fat cock grinding deeper in my pussy. I manage to mumble,”I’m I’m go going to to cccc cum.

Shaun mumbles or more like groaned something to the effect of him too. His paced quickened. You could hear flesh hitting flesh. Our breathing becoming harder and faster. I could feel my hole contract around his dick. Not wanting to let go.

It was I who let go first, then Shaun was soon to follow. Waves of hot orgasm soaked down and around his cock. He shot hot long burst of cum deep into my pussy. His cock pumped in and out of my hole till he was finished. And I as well.

Not moving for some time. Staying the way we were, feeling our juices mix together. When Shaun did withdrawal from me, wetness flowed out and down the insides of my legs. I didn’t bother to wash up afterwards, he didn’t want me too.

We gathered ourselves back together. And when ready, walked out of the office together. I could feel my wet slippery lips rubbing together as I walked. Upon arriving at my car Shaun leaned in kissing me deeply. Once again stirring feelings from below. It was time for him to leave. Walking away he kept watching me. So, I decided to give him something to watch.

Reaching down I placed two fingers inside my pussy. Pulling them out, covered in both of our cum. I placed my fingers in my mouth sucking it off. Shaun stood there watching. Not being able to move. Just a smile covered his face.

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Miguel only knew Leo was the first, not the third man, Jean had to some degree been physically intimate with. Jean decided it was better he not know about her previous deceit. They were water under bridge and no longer relevant. Learning about them might harm their relationship. They were in a mutually agreed to one sided open relationship and it began with Leo.

Saturday morning Miguel awoke feeling conflicted. He and Jean were sort of in an open relationship, but it really wasn’t one. He had been happy but she obviously hadn’t felt the same way. She had pretty much told him how the cookie crumbled. While he was in school she was going to continue dating and fucking Leo. For the time being he accepted it, but it wouldn’t be so easy to tolerate when he was in town from Christmas break. It was also clear she expected him to be what she wasn’t, faithful.

His honesty had left him no wiggle room. He had told her he wasn’t interested in other women, but he had done so hoping it would make her reconsider. It accomplished the exact opposite, emboldening her. Miguel remembered promising her he would be true no matter what. She expected him to keep his word.

Over breakfast he mulled his fate. On the surface Leo fucking his girlfriend rankled him as did her obvious enjoyment, but that was just the jilted male in his head talking, the one who cared what others thought. He didn’t feel betrayed but relieved she had found an outlet and a way to keep her love for him alive.

He considered himself lucky to have her. He wished he possessed her strength, her ability to get what she wanted. She led their relationship and had from the night she sought him out. He didn’t know it but he was looking for a leader and she was in search of a follower.

He was the leaf in the stream flowing where the current took him. He would hit rocks and might even wash ashore, but Jean’s strength would propel him forward or get him back into the water.

He was going to go with the flow. He was happy with his decision because his gut told him so and his instincts had always been right. He was what he was.

On the drive down he pictured his reunion with Jean. He wondered if she would appear different. She had such a pretty face. He couldn’t wait to kiss it. He wondered what she looked like sucking Leo’s cock. Her mouth wasn’t huge. Absentmindedly he rubbed his erection. Another thought popped into his head. He really enjoyed jacking off but he really enjoyed it when Jean encouraged him too. It was as though she was part of the act, not two hundred and sixty miles away.

He wondered if she encouraged him to masturbate out of guilt. He thought not because even before Leo she liked to see him make himself come. She described it as very erotic. She also told him it was obvious he was better at pleasuring himself than she would ever be. What she said was true, but he really liked it when she rested her hand on his or caught his cum as he pumped it from his balls through his short hose and onto the palm of her outstretched hand.

He doubted there were many women like Jean who admitted to getting off on seeing him swallow his cum. He marveled at her woman’s intuition. She knew him better than he knew himself. She just knew he would like it and she was right. That’s what he liked about her; she was always right. And that’s why she called the shots.

Thinking again about their reunion after the kissing and hugging and the talking were done he knew what she would want, cunnilingus, to lie back, open her legs, and have his mouth pressed against her sex. He was dying to eat her. Intercourse was nice, but the act he thought most often of was cunnilingus. When she thought about them being intimate she felt the same way.

It felt so good, but not just because it made her feel great. It was like running, something he knew he excelled at, so he wanted to do it more. He liked how her excitement fed his. Oftentimes he climaxed when she did. She didn’t express disappointment but approval. It made her feel desired that she was the hottest woman in the world.

He pictured her vagina. Would it look different? Could he tell another man’s cock had been in there? Would she taste or smell different, be more open? She said she had bruises all over her body. Seeing those would bother him. He was glad she had warned him and told him she liked Leo’s roughness. If she hadn’t he might have bought a gun and killed Leo.

He chuckled thinking how crazy that notion was, killing Leo. He said aloud, “I guess that’s what love does to you, makes you insane. I would die for Jean. I would hate to do it because I love Leo like a brother.” He dismissed his homicidal thoughts and dreamed of eating Jean.

He loved her pussy, but her anus fascinated him. He wondered if they would have anal sex again. He hoped so. He really liked licking her there. He didn’t consider it nasty, but deliciously taboo. He was glad she liked having her bottom played with. Three weeks later and that night’s events still surprised him. Out of the blue she just knew what he casino siteleri needed to feel secure. Even though Leo and Jean had just made plans to go out he drove away feeling less threatened by Leo. She wouldn’t offer her ass to just any man.

He was going to lick her asshole the next time he ate her. He knew she would want him to.

He thought about her breasts. She had really pretty breasts. She said they were C cups but they looked bigger. He missed sucking them. He wondered if she would want him to titty fuck her again, like the night in the hotel room.

The hours passed quickly and Miguel pulled up in front of Jean’s house saddened to not see her car. He remembered what she told him. Her mom would be home. She wanted him to wait until she got there. He got out of the car. At the door he felt nervous. It was going to be awkward talking to Jean’s mom. He didn’t want to be the first one to mention Leo but it wasn’t like she didn’t know he didn’t know Leo was dating her daughter. There was nothing to keep secret. Jean had two boyfriends, one in town she wasn’t so serious with and another out of town she was very serious with.

It sounded easier to think it than to say it.

He rang the doorbell. Jean’s mom answered it. She seemed shorter than the last time he saw her. She opened the door all the way.

“Come in Miguel. It’s so good to see you.”

She gave him a hug, “You’re so skinny. Jean needs to fatten you up.”

He hugged her back. It felt nice, not erotic, but warmly emotional. She had big breasts and their hug made him very aware of them as they pressed into his chest. He wondered if Jean’s tits would get bigger as she got older. He wouldn’t mind if they did.

Her mom offered him a beer. It was a Schlitz which her husband drank. She told him to sit down. He excused himself and said he needed to use the bathroom. He went to the hallway bathroom, relieved himself, washed his hands, and returned.

She was on the couch watching t.v.

She patted the unoccupied cushion.

“Sit down Miguel.”

He did. He picked up his beer and took a sip.

“Tell me about your week. You didn’t call me this week. I’ve grown quite fond of our chats. I hope I was a good listener.”

“Me too. You were.”

“I’m glad you think so. I can only imagine how tough it is for you. I blame my husband for this situation, but he thought he was doing the right thing. He had no business meddling in Jean’s affairs telling her who to date or not date.”

He took another sip and found himself defending Jean’s dad, “He didn’t tell her not to date me. He thought we were getting too serious. He was worried she might not finish school.”

“You’re right. I’m surprised you’re taking this well. I went through the same thing when my husband and I were dating. He had two girlfriends for a while, but then he narrowed it down to one, me. I see so much of my husband in Jean; they have identical personalities which is why they butt heads so often.”

He admitted, “It hasn’t been easy, but being busy and living apart helps. If she’s still dating him at Christmas it will be tough.”

She patted his knee, “I doubt if they’ll still be seeing each other at Christmas. Leo is not the type. There is a ten year age difference between them. I know she’s nineteen, but she’s an immature nineteen. He’s a very mature 29.”

Miguel wasn’t so sure, “They have alot in common. Your families go way back. And he is good looking.”

She smiled, “True, but he’s a bit of a narcissist. Look at the way he dresses. He wants everyone to see how big his muscles are.”

“Well, he spends a lot of time in the gym. I guess he wants people to notice all the work. I wish I had his muscles.” He flexed his arm to be funny. He had a bicep but it wasn’t the size of a softball, more like a golfball.

She laughed, reached out, and squeezed it, “But it’s very hard.”

She took on a serious note, “Miguel, you are what Jean needs. You idolize her. She has to be number one, just like her dad. She doesn’t need a man who is better looking than her. I love my daughter, but let’s be truthful. She’s beautiful, but she’s no ten. If she stays with Leo she’ll be miserable.”

“I’m glad you like me, but it’s ultimately up to Jean. Besides she told me they’re not serious.”

“For not being serious they spend a lot of time together Miguel. She’s at the movies with him now.”

Miguel felt a wave of heat course through his body. She noticed it too.

“Are you okay Miguel? You look flushed. I hope I didn’t upset you.”

He took a big gulp of beer wanting to calm down. Her mom didn’t realize the complexity of the situation and he wasn’t about to give her insight. She saw her daughter as a good girl and Leo and Miguel as two respectful suitors. Something else was as hard as a golf ball and it wasn’t his biceps.

He looked at her, “She told me she had plans earlier in the day, but she wanted me here because she couldn’t wait to see me.” He hoped he didn’t sound pathetic. He wasn’t looking for pity.

“So slot oyna you knew she had plans with Leo?”

“Not exactly, but I thought that’s what she meant. I told her when I thought I might be here, but she had already made her plans for today. She said she would be home as soon as she could.”

“That was considerate of you Miguel.”

“Thanks.” He wondered if she considered him a fool. He wished his penis would cease its throbbing. It was bound in his underwear. Fidgeting would only draw her attention.

He was glad when she said, “Enough about Leo and Jean. Let’s talk about you and Jean. She says you graduate in the spring. Do you think you’ll work down here? I asked her what happens if you get a job elsewhere. She just smiled and said, ‘Don’t be surprised if we have a summer wedding then.” Are you two really that serious? I won’t tell her father. I just don’t understand she and Leo. Perhaps she is really trying to rub her father’s nose in it. That would be like Jean.” She chuckled.

He laughed with her, “Yes, we are that serious. I don’t try and analyze everything Jean does. She has her reasons. I would want you and your husband’s blessing before I ask her. In the end it will all work out or it won’t.”

He hoped he came across as pragmatic, worldly, detached, analytical but not sound cold or indifferent.

He did.

She patted his knee again. He had the strangest sexual thought. For a split second he wished she were patting the iron in his pants. All it would take for him to shoot off was a pat.

“Miguel, I used the same strategy on my husband. I knew if I was patient I would win. And it worked. We’ve been married 24 years.”

“Thanks. If you have any pearls of wisdom I’m ready to listen.” When he said ‘pearls’ he pictured the pearl necklace of cum he had given Jean. It was the same night she started him on this path. At Jean’s urging he had dutifully and eagerly lapped up the necklace of pearls.

There wasn’t much space between he and her mother. She put her hand back on his knee, patted it, and left it there. She and Jean didn’t resemble each other. Jean favored her dad. His darker skin, deep brown hair, height, and athleticism. She did have her mom’s piercing blue eyes.

“I’m glad you asked, Miguel because I do. As you know she loves being in charge, just like her father. My advice is to let her. Support her decisions. She’ll love you for it. It will bring you closer together as a couple. She’s used to being the center of attention. It’s why college was such a shock to her. She went from being the biggest fish to just another fish.”

She was staring at him. He liked her eyes as they reminded him of Jean. She was still a very nice looking woman. Her gaze was so piercing because she wanted to make sure he was really hearing her. The way he was looking back assured her he was paying attention.

He had set his beer on the table. She took his right hand into her left. It was a trick she learned years ago. Men remembered best when talk included physical contact. He would associate their chat with her holding his hand.

She continued, “Her faith is very important to her Miguel. She’s very committed to being Catholic. I know it’s not so important to you. You can’t just cheerlead. You have to take an active role. Attend Mass with her. Follow the church’s teachings. Show her you are as committed as she is. Never make fun of her beliefs. She has always been more spiritual than her siblings. She sees signs telling her what to do. I can remember her telling me after a game where she scored an impossible shot or threw further that God guided her.”

She rubbed his hand and knee, “You know she wants a big family. Do you?”

“She’s mentioned it. I’d like a big family too.”

“Good. You know that means no artificial birth control. You have to follow the church’s teachings. Before you think it’s impossible we’re proof it works.”

He wanted to ask how but she enlightened him.

“Through denial and how should I say this, creativity. I’m sure you and Jean will figure it out.”

It was the first time he ever heard her allude to them having sex. Of course she was talking sex after marriage.

“Her virtue is important to her Miguel. I know you respect it.”

“I do.”

“I hope Leo is as respectful as you, but I doubt it.”

He didn’t know what to say, but she clearly saw Leo as a threat to Jean’s virginity, a virginity he didn’t have the heart to tell her mom she lost months before.

She paused. He guessed she was thinking of Leo and Jean. So was he. Only the outcomes were different. She saw Jean fending off Leo’s advances, not buying into his charm, slapping his octopus arms away. Miguel pictured her eagerly accepting them, flat on her back, her legs open wide as Leo mounted her, his brown baton filled with blood, his testicles heavy with cum.

“She wants to proudly wear white on her wedding day.”

“She will.”

“Good. I knew I could count on you.” She squeezed his hand one last time.

“Let her be the boss and be canlı casino siteleri as good a Catholic as her and you’ll do just fine.”

He thanked her, picked up his beer and finished it. He was glad they had their chat, but the subject caught him off guard.

He noticed she was dressed to go out. He wondered where. She asked him what time it was.

“Do you have some place to go?”

“The beauty shop.”

“You can go. I’ll wait for Jean.”

“Nonsense. Jean asked me to keep you company until she came home. She’ll be here soon and then I’ll leave.”

She took his hand into hers again and moved closer to him. She smelled good. He wondered if Jean used the same perfume. He was suddenly very aware of the body underneath her dress. She and Jean had different builds. She was pleasantly plump, like an overripe tomato.

She rubbed the back of his hand, “I can tell you’re very supportive of Jean. I also know it’s not easy to put another person’s needs ahead of our own, but if I could do it I know you can.”

He got her point, “Love conquers all.”

She looked at him, “Loving someone can also hurt. When you always put their needs before yours and they don’t seem to even notice what you feel isn’t love but hurt.”

“Did you tell him?”

“Never. I just bit my tongue. In the end it was worth it. My sacrifice was small for the wonderful life he gave me. He’s a driven man. Ambition is good in a man. You’re ambitious too. I can tell.”

“I am, but so is Jean.”

“Jean’s career is in the home Miguel. She’s only going to school to please her father. She wants to be a stay at home mom, but she wants a husband who doesn’t think the house and kids are solely her responsibilities.”

“I agree with her. My dad does more around than the house and more with us kids than my mom.”

She smiled, “Excellent you had such a good role model. So you’re used to seeing a man taking care of the kids, cooking, and cleaning.”

“Oh yes. My dad does it all.”

She laughed, “I can see what drew Jean to you. You’re what she needs. She and Leo are too much alike. Leo reminds me of my husband, but even more of a machista.”

“That’s why he’s a police man. I’d be a lousy cop. I’m too easy on people.”

“Well, Miguel. Women are hard to figure out. We want gentleness but we’re attracted to roughness. We want to mold a man into our vision of perfection, but there is no perfect man or woman. In every relationship you get the bad and the good.”

“Whatever choice Jean makes I can live with.”

“You’re so gallant, Miguel, but it fits your personality.”

“Don’t tell Jean, but I’d be heartbroken. I’d move on because I have to, not because I want to.”

“What would help you get through it?”

“Knowing she’s happy. That’s all I really care about, her happiness.”

“Miguel, you’re going to make a good son in law.”

“Thanks. And you’ll be a great mother in law.”

They both heard Jean’s car pull in front of the house.

She said, “Jean’s back from the movies.” She let go of Miguel’s hand and stood up, “I enjoyed our chat. I hope we have more. I like talking to you.”

“Me too.”

“You’re just being nice.”

“I’m serious. You’ve been a great help getting me through this.”

“Then you’re welcome. I need to go and I’m sure you and Jean have a lot of catching up to do.”

He stood up and walked her to the door. Jean was now coming up the sidewalk. He started to open the door to let her mother out, but her mother said, “I think Jean will want to see you, not me, on the other side of the door when it.opens”

He had been frozen in place, but her words got him moving. He hurried to the door getting there just as Jean opened it.

Jean looked at him and grinned.

He smiled back thinking how beautiful she was and how much her smile brightened his life.

Her mom turned.

Jean and he did something they never did in front of her mom. They hugged and quickly kissed. Still hugging Jean thanked her mom for keeping Miguel company.

Her mom replied, “It was my pleasure. We had a nice chat.”

Jean said, “You’ll have to tell me about it later.”

She promised, “I will.”

She picked up her purse and walked by them.

Miguel and Jean both told her goodbye.

The second she closed the door Jean pressed her lips to Miguel. Her breath was hot. Miguel wondered as they frenched if she had been earlier doing the same thing with Leo. He found he didn’t care. All that mattered was the present and what she was doing with him.

They embraced and stood there for a long time doing nothing but sharing deep, wet, probing kisses. Their arousal grew. Miguel had no idea if it would go any farther than kissing. Jean had other ideas.

“Miguel we have a couple of hours. Let’s go to my bedroom.”

In her bedroom she continued to take charge.

“Get a towel. Better make it two. I’m really aroused. I’ve been dreaming of our reunion all day. If we hear someone you go into the kitchen and get a drink. I’ll get dressed while you stall them.”

He got the towels. She watched as he placed them on the edge of the bed. She kicked her shoes off. She turned around and asked him to unzip her dress. She took it off.

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I then feel her lick and play with my balls then she starts to put it in her mouth and my she could suck, I take a hit of poppers she then takes my whole cock in her mouth, wow!! did that feel great, never felt anything like that before, at this time a guy comes behind me and stars feeling my cock and balls his hands moves to my chest and he starts nibbling my ears and neck. My eyes are closed and I didn’t notice another guy come in and start sucking my chest, I reach back and feel a cock it is about 6 inches but very thick, and rock hard. He stars feeling my ass and whispers in my ear you are all lubed up.

Meanwhile my sexy crossdresser has decided she wants my BBC in her ass/pussy, she pushes herself up on it kaçak iddaa I feel it going in and she starts grinding on it and going back and forth on it. Meanwhile the guy who was sucking and licking my chest starts kissing me sticking his tongue down my throat, and the guy behind me is rubbing his cock against my ass. I press up against him and I feel the head pop in, I let out a loud moan the guy kissing me just kisses me harder. We all take several hits of poppers and I feel that cock just go in I smile to myself and say finally. There was a little pain but having preparing myself for a while it was a beautiful sensation. I start pumping into my sexy crossdresser as he is pumping into me. Meanwhile the guy kissing me is stroking away and lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load on me, feeling his cum on me I let loose in her ass, I hear her yell out yes and she starts screaming as she cums, off course he lets go in my ass, he pulls out of me I feel it leak out. my ass.

My kisser gets on his knees and licks and cleans me out. She comes in the cubicle and kisses me I feel her ass with my cum in it and play with it kaçak bahis take out my fingers and stick it her mouth we then kiss some more. She walks out. I decide it is now shower time.

I shower catch my breath walk around some more still with a raging hard on and my ass feeling great. I pass by a door a guy is laying on his bed watching a video, getting blown he smiles at me I walk in he motions me to him, and starts blowing me, the guy who was blowing him then stops and climbs on his cock and starts riding it, another guy walks in, he comes behind me sticks his cock in my ass, I am thinking to myself 51 years nothing, then Bam in a 45 minute span twice. The guy climbs off my sucker, the guy fucking me stops the starts fucking the other guy, the sucker turns around and I start pounding his ass. The guys we are fucking are facing each other and start kissing, we each take a hit of poppers and everyone is just moaning out loud a few more people enter the room and are watching and stroking and feeling our bodies up.

I can’t resist anymore and let lose my 2nd load of the night. The other guy lets go of his and the guys we were fucking followed suit. We all collapse on the bed exhausted and some of the guys who were watching us decided we needed to be cleaned up.

I can’t wait till I get fucked again.

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Ashley was young but she was old enough to make her own choices. Even though she was twenty years old she still lived at home. Her parents required her to pay rent out of her regular job, however they never made her pay with the money she would get from babysitting. She was trying to get more babysitting jobs because of it. Her boyfriend on the other hand was not happy about this arrangement.

Mr. and Mrs. Harris had called her at the last minute to arrange for her to babysit their four year old daughter and two year old son. She wanted some extra pocket change so she canceled her plans with her boyfriend Josh and agreed to babysit instead. Josh was upset because they had planned to have sex that night and this was the third time she had canceled plans for a babysitting job.

In order to make it up to him she made plans for him to come over once the kids were in bed. This seemed to satisfy him for the time being. It had been 2 weeks since they had done anything sexually and they had yet to have sex. Both of them were still virgins and they planned to lose their virginity together.

Ashley decided to wear a sundress that was half way up her thigh. It was red and very form fitting on her slender frame. Her breasts were attempting to pop out of the top of the dress. She wanted to look her best for Josh that night. After all you can only lose your virginity once. She wanted to do it right.

She showed up to the Harris’s house early so she could figure out how the night would go. She knocked on the door and Mr. Harris answered. When he saw her his eyes widened and you could see a bulge starting to form in his dress pants. He cleared his throat and stood back to allow her in. He adjusted his pants to try to hide his erection behind her after she entered the house. Mrs. Harris came into the room to see him adjusting himself and smiled at him.

She turned to Ashley and greeted her warmly. “The kids have eaten and they should not be too much trouble to go to sleep. We should be out for a while so just watch TV or something to pass the time. Please do not allow anyone inside as usual.” she turns to Mr. Harris, “Are you ready Steven?”

He clears his throat again, “yes dear, let’s get going.” She grabs him by his hand and walks him out the door. Ashley immediately grabs her phone to text Josh. She tells him that she will let him know when the kids are asleep so he can come over. Her panties were already wet with anticipation. She watched the kids as they played squirming impatiently until it was their bedtime.

Once they were asleep in their beds she text Josh again to let him know it was safe to come over. She also made sure he knew not to park outside and to come in the backdoor which she would leave unlocked. She asked him to join her in the shower when he got there.

She went to the shower on the far side of the house. The one closest to the backdoor was off limits because it was in the master suite. She got undressed and jumped in the shower. It was not long before she heard him climb in. Her face was covered in water so she got down on her knees and turned him around to get to work. She rubbed his balls and slid his dick in her mouth. He sighed with pleasure. He seemed larger casino siteleri in her mouth than he ever had in her hand. She had never given him a blow job before so she didn’t know what to expect.

He put her hand in her hair and helped her know what he would like. He kept a steady speed as he fucked her face. She couldn’t keep up because of her inexperience but she tried her hardest to do the best job possible. She didn’t realize how much of her saliva was dripping out of her mouth onto his balls because there was too much water and it was washing it away.

He increased the speed and pushed farther into her throat. He gagged her slightly every time he thrust into her throat. It made her throat tighten on his dick which drove him to fuck her mouth even harder. She massaged his balls with one hand and played with her clit with the other. She was moaning loudly as she got closer to her climax. He grabbed a fistfull of hair and thrust his cock deep into her throat as he came.

She swallowed all his cum and thanked him for cuming in her mouth. Then she heard, “Ashley?” that was not Josh’s voice. Her heart started to pound as she looked up at Mr. Harris. Her voice was shaking as she next spoke “what are you doing home so soon?”

“Well after that tempting dress you wore earlier I couldn’t stand to stay out long. Heather and I came back early to get a shower together. If we are in here then where is she?”

“Oh shit!!” Ashley replied. She looked at him seemingly more scared than before. “Well I was expecting you to be my boyfriend. So if you guys planned on a shower then they must be in the master bathroom shower!!” She turned around and bent over to turn off the water but before she could turn it off she felt hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back. She felt him pushing up against her and she pulled away from him.

“Mr. Harris!! What do you think you are doing??” He stopped for a second and pulled away from her.

“Seeing as you already serviced me it is only fair if I return the favor. Anyways you presented yourself to me so what did you expect me to do?” he pulled her back to him as she tried to stand up and deny him access. He pushed her on her back to keep her from standing up.

“Please Mr. Harris I am a virgin still. I am supposed to lose my virginity to Josh. We are going to lose it together. Please just let me have sex with Josh so we can lose our virginity together.” He continued to push her on her back to stop her from standing up.

He rubbed his cock up and down her lips with the other hand. Her pussy was dripping with water and juices. He pushed slowly towards her and her lips opened to accept his throbbing member. Just before he entered he pulled away slightly and pushed back towards her. She struggled against him trying to get away. She moans unwillingly as he teases her opening. She leans slightly into him and then remembers to fight against him.

“I promise you if he is in there with Heather then he is no longer a virgin.” Her heart dropped as she heard this and she started to cry. He pushed himself into her opening as she struggled against him. With a slight nudge he popped her cherry easily. “There you go Ashley now you are even with him.” He continues slot oyna to ease himself into her. She stops fighting him and just cried as she was bent over for him to use.

He started to pump into her faster as she stretched to accommodate his large dick. Every stroke he stretched her more and more. Soon she began to enjoy it as well. She pushes back against him every time he thrust into her. She soon started to moan instead of cry. Her breath was heavy as he pounded into her pussy that was so recently virgin. Her pussy was so tight on his cock because she had so little that had ever been inside her before.

She moaned louder as he pounded her harder. She pushed herself into him faster. He felt her tighten even more around his dick as she felt something like fireworks exploding in her every nerve. Her body slowly relaxed and as she tried to catch her breath she asked him “W-what” she heaved, “the” she could only get one word out between each moan. “fuck…was…that…”

He smiled to himself. “That is everything you have been missing out on. That was a true orgasm.” He pounded her faster as he tried to quickly get her to reach another orgasm. Her moans soon turned into screams. Her tight pussy made it hard for him to last long. He pounded her even harder as he finally released his load inside her.

He milked his cum into her newly fucked pussy. He was still hard as he pulled out of her. She turned off the water and climbed out. She wrapped a towel around herself and Mr, Harris did the same. They walked together in their towels to the master bedroom. By the sounds coming out of the bathroom Mr. Harris was correct in his assumption.

She turned to him with new passion in her eyes. “You know what fuck him.” She climbed on the bed and pulled Mr. Harris on top of her. She kisses him deeply and spreads her legs willingly for him. His cock was still ready for more action. He slid his cock up and down her lips again to wet it with her juices. She whimpered for him but he did not let himself put his cock inside her. He slowly teased her pussy lips. He watched her eyes roll back into her head. Her breath was heavy.

She pushed herself toward his dick but every time she did he would pull away from her not allowing himself inside of her. “Please fuck me. Please. I want your dick inside me again.” He still continued to tease her pussy. He slid his head inside her and as she pushed against him he pulled away from her and out of her pussy. As he did this they heard the water shut off.

He whispered to her, “If you want it so badly beg me for it in front of Josh.” She whimpered but nodded her head to show she understood. The door opened behind Mr. Harris and Mrs. Harris entered the bedroom with Josh right behind her.

Ashley looked at Josh in the eyes and then looked straight into Mr. Harris’s eyes. “Please fuck me Mr. Harris like Josh never has.” With that he slid his dick inside her pussy fast. Heather knew she could not object to it after what happened with her and Josh in the master bathroom. Steven pounded into Ashley again and her breathing started to become heavy again. She looked straight into Josh’s eyes as she moaned to Steven.

Heather pulled Josh into her and kissed canlı casino siteleri him deeply as well. She pulled him by the hand to the bed as she bent over it next to her husband while he fucked Ashley. Josh walked up behind Heather and pushed his hard dick inside of her as if it was something they had done before. Steven was pounding Ashley hard enough Josh barely had to move to fuck Steven’s wife. Every thrust Steven made moved the entire bed making it so Josh’s dick was also thrusted into Heather.

Ashley and Heather moaned together as they were both fucked. Ashley started getting louder as her orgasm began to build. It was obvious that Josh’s inexperience was having a negative effect on Heather and her ability to orgasm.

Heather looked at Steven, “Steven please fuck me so I can orgasm.” He looked down into her eyes and continued to fuck Ashley even harder. Josh tried to make Heather orgasm as well but he was not able to like Steven was with Ashley. “Fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk” cried Ashley while Steven brought her to another orgasm. Her screams filled the room.

“Please Steven let me orgasm as well” she begged him as he continued to fuck the babysitter instead of her. “Please please pleaseeeee I will do anything for you.”

Steven looked at her and said, “fuck him and make him cum inside you then after they are gone you will get fucked by me and I will cum in your pussy as well. However if you cum for him you will have a price to pay.”

Josh pounded into her even harder knowing that he was going to be allowed to cum in her. His breath was heavy. Heather began to get louder as he fucked her harder. She whimpered with pleasure. It was obvious she was enjoying herself more than before.

Steven pulled out of Ashley and had her turn over on her knees. He entered her from behind this time. She moaned loudly as his dick went back inside her. He slapped her on the ass. “Ashley do you enjoy my cock more than Josh’s?”

“Yes, I do. Your cock is much larger than his is.” He slapped her ass a couple more times and then she came hard on his dick. The juices from her pussy splashed onto Josh and Heather as well. This sent Heather over the edge into a screaming orgasm. As she orgasmed she tightened on Josh’s dick. He did not have the save resilience as Steven so the tightness made him cum as soon as she orgasmed. He pumped into her until his cock did not have any more cum inside of it. He pulled out of her and Steven looked at Heather.

“Be a good girl and clean your juices off his cock for him.” Heather obediently. She took him into her mouth and started licking her juices off of him. After a couple minutes of this he got hard again. “Now look what you did. You made him hard. You better finish him off again with your mouth this time.” Again she obeyed him.

He turned his attention back to Ashley as Heather sucked Josh’s dick. He slapped her ass repeatedly until it turned a bright red. He reached down and flicked her clit and sent her into another orgasm. He continued to pound into her. Her screams were still filling the room. She continued to orgasm on his dick. Behind them he heard Josh cum into his wife’s mouth. He then released his load into Ashley again and pulled out his dick.

“Go ahead and get dressed Ashley. We will call you the next time we need you to babysit. Heather come here and clean off my dick for me before we start.” Josh and Ashley both got dressed and left the house together.

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My mom was away on a business, leaving me at home alone with my twin sister for the week. Bridget had driven mom to the airport on Monday morning so we could have the car to get to and from school. It was around midnight on the first night of having the house to ourselves and I was on the couch in the living room. I was flipping through the channels and landed on American pie 2. I realized how similar the environment was to our high school. We were both about to finish our senior year, having just turned 18. When the scene with the two girls offer to do lesbian shit for the guys and the other guy, I started to get turned on. I thought the one with the darker hair was fucking hot. Her tits were great. I wasn’t sure if they were real but I didn’t care if she had fake tits. I wanted to slap them with my now hard dick and cum on her awesome nipples. I pulled out my dick and started to jack off. I paused and rewound to the frame where the blonde was kissing the chest of the dirty slut I wanted to slap with my dick. I was about to cum when the door opened and my caught me in the act.

“Oh my god Evan, what the fuck!?” She shouted at me.

“What the hell, sis! Don’t’ you knock!” I retorted.

“It’s the living room asshole. Everybody uses this room! If you wanna jerk off in peace, casino siteleri go to your bedroom! I’m gonna tell Mom tomorrow that you pay with yourself on her couch!” She threatened.

“You’re not gonna do that. In fact, you’re gonna help me.” I replied.

“Help you? Are you insane!? Why would I help you masturbate? You can clearly do that yourself! Bridget asserted.

“Cos if you don’t, I’m gonna tell Mom that you let Mr. Watson cum on your ass to get A’s!” This was true. I had caught her 2 weeks ago leaning over the dumpster after school while one of the geography teachers jerked onto her bare ass in exchange for good grades.

“What are you talking about? That’s so gross!” She denied. I doubled down on my accusations and threats but she continued to insist I was making it up. That was until I pulled out my phone and showed her the video I took. I kept the video on my phone for a couple reasons; My sister had a big juicy ass and I had jerked off while watching the video several times, plus I knew this would be a handy blackmailing tool. I guess I didn’t think I’d get to use it so soon.

“You need to delete that video, you perv!” My sister insisted.

“You need to earn the right to have that video deleted!” I demanded

“Alright fine, you want money?” slot oyna She offered. I told her I wasn’t interested in the money. I made plenty money selling pot to loads of guys at school. Somehow, Bridget didn’t know that cos she didn’t threaten to tell Mom about it.

“I still got this boner. You need to come over here and blow me while I watch this frame.” I instructed. She was grossed out by the demand but realized that I wouldn’t delete the video unless she complied. I also told her I had hard copies and would have them distributed round the school. She begrudgingly came over to the couch and took my still hard dick in her hand.

“God dammit, bro. Your dick is huge! I think it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen!” She remarked.

“You like it huh?” I smirked. It was glaringly obvious that she wasn’t repelled by my thick 10-inch member.

“Uggh, let’s just get this over with.” She leaned over me on the couch and took my head in her mouth. As she slowly bobbed up and down, I ran my hand over her ass while I looked over the lesbian frame I’d paused on the TV. I decided I preferred for my eyes to move from the sight of my sister’s big ass in the tight blue jeans she was wearing to the big blowjob lips that wrapped round my dick. I didn’t have to give her any instruction at canlı casino siteleri all. My sis was a pro! It was the best head I’d ever been given. As I got closer to cumming, I dug my fingers into Bridget’s ass cheek and placed my other hand over her head whilst I fucked her face with increasing thrusts. She didn’t resist. It seemed like she’d been into it. I told her I was gonna cum and she didn’t stop her rhythm. I came in her mouth and she took all of my cum in her mouth. Swallowing every last drop.

“Wow, sis. You must have really enjoyed that.” I joked.

“I like to give head and you have a nice dick so if I’m being blackmailed, I might as well make the best of it. You clearly enjoyed it so my work is done here. Now delete that video!”

“Sorry Sis. That was too good to be a one off. This is gonna have to be an on-going arrangement. Tomorrow morning I’m gonna cum on your ass in the shower before we leave for school, then in the car, we’re gonna pull over somewhere and you’re gonna blow me before classes start. After school’s out we’re gonna go home and I’m gonna blow my load in your ass.”

“Woah woah woah! There’s no way you’re fucking me, Bro! I can’t fit your giant dick in my ass!” Bridget Claimed.

“But where’s a better place to for a giant dick to be than inside a giant ass?”

“You’re such an asshole!” She laughed.

“Well speaking of assholes, you can tell Mr. Watson he owes me 60 bucks!” I slapped her ass and told her I’d see it in the morning, bright and early.

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First of all, thank you to everyone who read my first story, “A Road Trip Fantasy” and especially to everyone who rated it, favorited it, followed me, and left comments. All of your input inspired me to keep up my writing here and in other venues. Originally, I thought Jennifer and Aaron’s story was over. In my mind, I added “And they lived happily ever after.” I wanted to give something back to my followers though and started to think a little bit about what might happen next. This was meant to be a brief vignette, but blossomed into more. I won’t promise anything, but I think I can see the thread of a story going forward. I hope so. Please be patient. I hope you enjoy this next interlude with Jennifer and Aaron.

*****

Despite running the bathroom fan the entire time, when Jennifer stepped out of the shower, the room was so steamy she could only see a vague outline of her body in the mirror. She grabbed her towel and wiped off her phone’s screen. No messages from Aaron yet. Not surprising since she should have heard his alert even above the water. Today though, she was glad he had not reached out to her yet. It meant she still had time to ready her surprise. Did he realize what today was? She hoped so.

Her phone told her it was 8:21. Jennifer knew it was the busy season, and Aaron had been working late most nights. By now though, he should have finished up his calls and paperwork and be getting ready to head home.

Jennifer dried herself thoroughly and pulled on a T-shirt before going out to the front room. Her furnace was running full blast as she had set the thermostat for 75 degrees. She didn’t want to be cold tonight. Before turning on the lights, she double checked that her curtains were drawn tight and that the front door was dead bolted with the chain across.

Her toys were where she had left them on the coffee table with a clean towel on the futon where she sat down. She opened up her phone again and tapped on an app she did not use very often. Aaron’s car was one of those new fully connected models, and in his naïveté, he had given her the password. The app opened, and the connection spun for almost a minute before displaying a map with an arrow driving down a road in the center. Perfect. He was just a few minutes from home. A part of her was slightly miffed that he had not texted that he was leaving work, but the larger part of her was glad because she could still pull off her surprise just the way she wanted.

Jennifer propped her phone up against some books on the coffee table and braced the front of it with a small glass paperweight so it would not slide. She turned on the camera and rested her feet on the table on either side. It took a few moments to fuss with the angle of the phone and reposition the lamp to light everything effectively. Her phone screen now displayed a perfect angle of her wide open crotch.

Jennifer did not shave her pubic hair, she liked to her lovers to know that the blond-brown hairs one her head matched those down below, but she had trimmed herself just before her shower to give her mound a nice, well kempt look. Her labia were closed and the nub of her clitoris hid beneath its hood. As she leaned forward to tap her phone again, those labia did start to pink in anticipation.

Jennifer swiped back over to the car app once more, confirmed that his car was now listed as parked with the arrow inside the satellite image of his townhouse’s garage. Then she switched over to FaceTime and tapped Aaron’s name.

She leaned back and waited. The phone rang twice and the screen displayed a dizzying view of the inside of Aaron’s townhouse before settling on his face that was half turned away as he was in the process of doing something else. “Hey, honey,” he said in greeting and then did a double take at his screen, his mouth falling open. ” I really hope that’s you, Jen.”

Jennifer laughed and ran her hands up and down her inner thighs which just started to pull open her labia. “Don’t you recognize your own girlfriend,” she chided.

“I’d recognize those lips anywhere,” Aaron replied. Jennifer heard a thump in the background where he apparently dropped his bag on the floor. She must have caught him just as he walked in the front door. “Looks like you got a haircut since I last saw you.”

She giggled, pleased that he had noticed. “I know you have high standards. I need to keep myself ship-shape.”

“Mmm, you are that,” he said. In the background, the view of his house kept shifting as he moved through the rooms.

“Where are your going?”

“Some place a little more comfortable.”

“Don’t take too long.”

“Oh, I won’t.”

By the background, she could see he had sat down on his own couch. “Do you know what day it is today?” she purred.

On the screen, Aaron had apparently found a place to prop up his phone and was now removing his tie. “My lucky day? No, that’s everyday I’ve been with you.” He rubbed his chin musing.

Jennifer started to close her legs blocking his view of her pussy. “Nice answer, but not quite.”

“Okay. casino siteleri Okay,” he laughed. “Don’t stop the show. I’m just getting settled.” Now he put on his smiling but serious face. “It’s our one month anniversary. By the way, don’t go too far away from home tomorrow because I’ve got flowers arriving for you. I didn’t want them delivered while you were in class today and have them disappear from your doorstep before you got home.”

“Thank you.” Jennifer allowed her legs to relax back open. “My neighborhood here is pretty safe though. They probably still would have been here.”

“Probably, but better safe than sorry. So to be clear, we’re counting from our night in Utah, not our first lunch date or the one on the beach?”

“Those were dates, but we weren’t really a couple until the road trip in Utah.”

He smiled at her. “That’s what I’ve been counting from too. It was quite a night. So do you have a present for me?”

Jennifer flashed a devilish smile, her face just visible that the top of the screen. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She began running her hands over her inner thighs again. That slight opening appeared between her labia again as they began to swell. “And I’ve been thinking about our first night together.” Now she ran a finger from the bottom on her labia to the top, spreading them all the way and pulling back the hood on her clitoris. It too was beginning to swell.

On screen, Aaron had loosened his belt and was scooting out of his pants to reveal a pair of black boxer shorts with a distinct bulge in the center. His buttoned down shirt still covered his chest.

Jennifer continued to run a finger up and down the length of her pussy with one hand and with the other hiked up her T-shirt to reveal her C-cup breasts. She gave her nipples a gentle squeeze, and they perked to attention. “You were fingering me just like this,” Jennifer said. She slipped her forefinger between her labia and into her vagina. She closed her eyes and sighed. “It felt so good.”

“It did feel good,” Aaron agreed. On screen now, he had pulled down his boxers and was rubbing his erection.

“I wish I could have that in me right now,” Jennifer told him. She was making circles around her clitoris with her thumb and wiggling her finger deeper into her vagina. Her other hand rubbed and pinched her nipples.

Aaron was slowly stroking himself up and down for her to see. “I wish I could put it in you right now.”

“If we can’t be together in person, at least we can masturbate together and pretend like we are.”

“That we can definitely do,” he agreed.

Now Jennifer reached to the side and picked up a knobbed clear purple dildo. “One of my other toys,” she said. “You remember the little white one, don’t you?”

Aaron nodded. “I will never forget that one, or what I did to you when you were using it.”

Jennifer started to rub the dildo up and down between her labia. The knobs bounced over her clit stimulating it while the faux glans at the end began poking her vaginal opening. She imagined the head of Aaron’s cock bumping against her there and then a little lower down. She laughed. “You fucked me in the ass, you dirty boy.”

Aaron was stroking his penis faster. “If I remember, that was because you wanted me to.”

“I did want you to, but you were still the dirty one who did it.”

“And I liked it.”

“So did I.” Jennifer breathed in deep and slipped the head of the purple dildo inside her. She reached under her thigh with her left hand to take it, and begin working it in and out of her moistening vagina in gentle strokes, while her right hand began to rub and pinch her clit. She moaned. “I can feel you fucking me. Your dick feels so good. Do me harder. Harder.” She leaned her head back and pumped faster.

Aaron sat on his couch, eyes glued to the writhing girl on the screen with his own hands pumping up and down on the shaft of his penis. Precum oozed from the slit and the top and started to make moist sounds as he masturbated. “Oh, you feel so tight, Jen. Your pussy is so hot.”

Jennifer’s dildo was covered in her own juices as it slipped and slid in and out of her. The wet smacking sounds were clearly audible in her room, and she hoped Aaron could hear them over the phone. She looked back at him on the screen. She ought to have felt self conscious, spreading herself and fucking herself with a piece of plastic so brazenly for him, but she didn’t. His eyes were locked onto the screen completely mesmerized by her. She watched him become more and more excited watching her. She felt sexy and in control. “I just want to feel your body on top of me, holding me down, fucking me.” Her breathing became more and more ragged, and then she cried out, her orgasm sweeping over her, her body gyrating out of control. Dimly she worried about knocking over her phone and blocking his view, but the larger part of her mind was alight in fireworks.

The sight of her climaxing, sent Aaron over the edge too and white semen spattered over his hands and shirt. He watched slot oyna her, seeing her thigh muscles twitching and even the edges of her exposed pussy contracting around the dildo.

Finally, Jennifer was able to make eye contact again, her face just visible at the top of his screen. “That was good, not as good as the real thing, but good.”

“Thank you. It was good for me too.” He held up his fingers to show her the semen dripping off of them.

Jennifer laughed and slowly withdrew her toy. Each knob slipping out sent little shivers through her pussy. The dildo was covered in foamy white juices. “If this were you, I’d lick my juices off you.” She brought the toy to her mouth and gave it a sultry lick, then ran it back and forth between her lips. “Mmm, don’t you love the taste of pussy juice?” Thinking about sucking his penis just after he had come in her sent more pulses through her vagina. She wondered if she could keep him hard in her mouth if she started sucking him right away, maybe make him cum again in her mouth too or get him fired back up enough to fuck her again back to back. She made a mental note to try it out the next time they were together.

“I love the taste of your pussy. If I were there right now, I’d be down between your legs sucking your clit and licking you out.”

That sounded like an even better idea to Jennifer. Maybe she would spin him into sixty-nine and sit on his face while she sucked him off.

They watched each other as their breathing calmed. “In fact, I’ll be there to do it in person in seven days,” he reminded her.

“A week is too long,” Jennifer sighed. Then she pulled a face. “I’ve got an exam the week after. I’m going to have to study, and the weather sucks. It’s supposed to snow again next week.”

Aaron shrugged. “I don’t care about the weather, I just want to see you.” He paused. “I can help you study if you want, or do you need me to stay away?”

“No.” The idea of him canceling his trip horrified her. “I mean, I have to study, but I really need to have you here with me. Don’t cancel on me.”

“Only if you force me too, and even then I might still show up.”

“Good, I’m counting on you. When do you get in?”

He shrugged again. “I’ll send you the info. I took the whole day off. I think I get in around four or so. If you’re in class, I can just get an Uber or taxi or something.”

“Hard to know. Sometimes we get out early on Friday, sometimes not. I can leave a key for you with my neighbor, Tanya. She’s usually home with her kids in the afternoon.”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

They stared at each other some more. Jennifer giggled. “I can’t believe we just had video sex.”

“My own private cam girl. I like it.”

“Private? I was streaming it live.”

Now Aaron laughed. “So that’s how you’re paying your way through school. I hear you can make good money that way.”

“No, not me, I was streaming you.”

They both laughed. “Jennifer, I will not make as much money that way as you would.”

“I don’t know. I’d pay to see you stripping and jerking off.”

“Well, that’s too bad for me I guess because you’re the only one I’ll do it for for free.”

“I love you, Aaron. Happy one month anniversary.”

“I love you too, Jen. Happy anniversary.”

Jennifer pulled her blanket over her shoulders. “Tell you what, I’m getting cold. Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll get dressed. Call me back when you’re eating.”

*****

Those next seven days passed both the quickest Jennifer had ever experienced with all the workload her professors heaped on them that week and the slowest with her anticipation for Aaron’s visit.

They kept to their routine. She would send him a text in the morning when she was getting ready for school. Usually, he was up by then anyway because he tended to be an earlier riser what with his meetings or rounding so often, and so that was how they said good morning. Their lunch hours did not overlap, but sometimes she would have a break between classes in the afternoon when he was at lunch and they could talk, but most of their communicating during the day would be brief texts that would have to wait to be answered. In the evening, he would call her when he got off work, and they would talk for an hour or more until she got tired or needed to get back to studying. Sometimes she would send him photos of her books or notes, and he would quiz her on the material. Helpful and devoted boyfriends were good, but a hot study buddy was the best.

Not long after four in the afternoon that Friday, Aaron texted: Wheels on the ground. Where are you?

Jennifer tried to be inconspicuous with her phone in her lap. Still in class. Another 45.

I’ll find a ride. See you at your place.

Tanya has the key. 1402.

Marisa, one of her classmates, leaned over. “Is he here?”

Jennifer nodded even though she knew her smile had already given it away.

“We’re going to Bushwhacker’s tonight. You better be there with him.”

Jennifer frowned. She and Aaron had started canlı casino siteleri dating in the process of her move away for thirteen months of nursing school. Before that, they had known each other for about a year as work colleagues, but times like this made her realize how little they knew each other’s tastes. “I don’t know if he likes country music.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Marisa said. “Bring him.”

Jennifer nodded. “Okay.”

The lecture lasted fifty-five minutes more despite the twenty odd students rustling papers and packing their bags forty more minutes in. Like the rest of the students, Jennifer had her bags packed and hurried to the door as soon as the professor asked, “Are there any questions?” Ten minutes before she had typed in Leaving now and was finally able to hit send.

In good weather, the drive home would take maybe five minutes, ten minutes door to door depending on where she parked. The weather was not bad, and Jennifer’s cold weather driving had improved in the last month or so, but her trepidation caused her to slow just a little.

Why was she doing this? She needed to concentrate on her studies. The workload was more than she had dealt with before and tests were coming up plus a paper due soon. Part of the reason for picking a school far away was to eliminate distractions, and now here she was inviting a huge distraction into her life.

All that, and how did she really feel about Aaron? He was kind and gentle and made her laugh, and he was handsome and cute by turns in his own goofy sort of way, but they had worked together for a year and he never made a move on her until he heard she was moving. She had a vague interest in him, but he had seemed out of reach, and she had never considered him seriously. Then he had asked her out at the last possible moment and persuaded her to let him help her move halfway across the country. That was where the passion had ignited with some very satisfying wild sex, but in some sense it was very artificial. They were two people shoved up against one another and maybe it had just been biology that had taken over. How well did they really know each other? Yes, they talked daily now, but they still had so much to figure out about their relationship and how they really blended together. Would they get along as well when they saw each other all the time? Would he get along with her family? What about his ex-wife? Would he get bored of her once he wasn’t pursing her anymore?

Jennifer’s stomach was somewhere above her heart when she turned the key to her apartment door. She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

And there was Aaron standing up from the futon where he had been sitting. His tablet and keyboard sat open and forgotten on the coffee table. A huge smile spread across his lips, and his eyes shown at her.

Jennifer dropped her backpack just inside the door as it swung shut behind her, and he was coming toward her, and then they were lost in each other’s arms.

He had on a light cologne but underneath was the slight musky smell of sweat after a day of connecting plane flights. The several days growth of hair on his face was short enough to prickle but just now long enough to have a softness mixed with it against her lips. The tip of his tongue caressed against hers with a hint of chocolate. His arms crushed her against his chest, and she could feel his firm pectoral muscles through her layers of jacket and shirts. All of her doubts melted away in that embrace.

They broke the kiss, but his arms did not release her. She reached up to stroke the roughness of his cheek. “Haven’t shaved for a while, I see.”

He smiled and shrugged. “New girlfriend, new look maybe. It’s been a little over a week. I’ll shave if you don’t like it.”

She pursed her lips and thought. “No, I think I like it. It makes you look a little bit rugged but also a little more intellectual. Let me try it out for a while. Probably not too much longer than this though, I’m not looking for a caveman or a castaway.”

They both laughed at that.

“It’s good to see you,” he said. He let go of her with one arm and unzipped her heavy jacket. “I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. Were you waiting for me long?”

He slipped the jacket off her shoulders and began unwrapping the scarf from around her neck. “Not really, maybe fifteen minutes or so tops. Just long enough to get settled.” Now his hands were gently tugging the bottom of her blouse out of her pants and fiddling with the buttons.

She slapped at his hands and arched her eyebrows. “Excuse me. Did I give you permission?”

He shrugged. “You haven’t said ‘no’ yet.” He did stop undoing her buttons though, but instead slid his hands underneath both shirts and ran them over her sides and to the small of her back and pulled her to him again.

She arched her back, letting their pelvises rub against each other. With her heavy jacket off, she could feel the growing firmness of him there. Her lips reached out to his, and she accepted his tongue into her mouth, flicking it with her own, dancing with it. He left one hand in the small of her back to hold her tight, but the other one slipped to the front up under her layers to cup one of her breasts through her bra. They moaned into each other’s mouths.

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Damn. It’s almost Noon. I can’t believe I slept this late. I guess fucking ten college guys dry will do that though. I wonder where Steven is. Maybe he went back to his place for the night. Oh well, I’m sure he will find me if he wants me.

Sliding out from under the covers I make my way to my feet. I really expected to be a lot sorer than this. Especially my ass. After David gave me that first good ass reaming, it seemed like everyone wanted to do it. Guess all the practice with vibrators and dildos paid off. I throw a robe on and make my way to the kitchen. There I find a note from Steven.

“Hope you slept well. I didn’t set your alarm when I put you to bed. You were great last night. The guys want to make it a regular thing but I’m not so sure I want to share you quite that much. Anyway, I left a copy of the video for you if you want to see how you looked. I put it in your stash spot in case you forget about it after you read this note. Just a reminder, I have a date tonight with Stacie. She said she wants to stay in so I will probably just bring her back to my place around seven or so. I’ll be out this afternoon with some of my friends. See Ya Later- Steven. P.S. I spent the $1100 you made on a gift for you. It’s in you stash spot too.”

Such a sweet son. Not only does he blackmail me into being his subservient slut slave, but also he whores me out to fuck and suck 10 of his friends. Then to top it off, he takes the money I earned and bought me something. I better get a cup of coffee and get upstairs to see what he got me. And maybe take a look at that tape too.

I set my cup down on the dresser and open my closet door. I move a few things out of the way and open my hiding spot. This is where I keep all my toys and other things that I don’t want my husband, Jack, to find. There on top is a gift-wrapped box. Below it is a tape marked, “Pool Party.” I pick up both and go into my sitting room. I slide the tape into the VCR and turn on the TV. The music comes on as the screen fades from black to show me strutting out to where Steven and his friends are sitting by the pool. It’s obvious that my son has taken the liberty of doing some of his own party planning and hid a video camera somewhere near the patio looking out to where the party was starting. I pulled at the silk bow on the gift-wrapped box and lift the lid. Inside is a dark blue velvet bag, like the kind that Crown Royal comes in but longer. I loosen the tie at the top and spread open the bag. I reach in and pull out the most beautiful crystal dildo I have ever seen. In fact I have actually never seen one, except for pictures on the Internet. I also knew that they were quite expensive, but I had earned $1100 the night before on my back and several times on my knees. I notice an engraving on the base.

“To the best slut whore in the world. Use this when I can’t be around and you need to fuck one of your hot little holes.”

It dawns on me that my son would have had to make this purchase in advance. In fact, much in advance to get the engraving done. That means he has known for a while that he was going to whore me out to his friends at the pool party. Such a sweet son.

And speaking of the pool party, it looks like my son hid more than one camera, as there is now a different shot of me stripping for the guys. I watch the show admiring how well I looked and how well all the guys responded. Without thinking, I begin to stroke the crystal cock in my hand and begin to develop a nice, warm, wet feeling between my legs. I don’t make it to the end of the movie, but I am sure I will finish it later. I also broke in the new dildo, using it on my pussy while I watch the slut that I am on the screen sucking off her son in front of ten guys.

I’m sitting around the house later that afternoon. When Steven comes in. I stand and walk to him and place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you so much,” I tell my son.

“For what?” he asks me.

“For everything. For the gift, for the video, for whoring me out to your friends, for making me your slut slave, for everything,” I gush. “Is there anything I can do for you know?” I ask hopefully.

“No, not right now. I gotta get ready for my date with Stacie. And as for those other things, some you deserve, some you earned, and some is so you will think of me when I’m not here,” Steven explains.

“Well if your sweet girlfriend doesn’t give you what you need, you come find me. I’ll take care of you just the way you like.”

“So you think Stacie is sweet. I kinda thought you didn’t like her,” Steve asks me.

“Well to be honest, I got really jealous of her getting fucked by you too. But I guess if you can share me with your friends, I should be able to deal with you getting it from someone besides me. Anyway, she is really hot. Do you enjoy fucking her?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“It’s different than when I am with you. With you, I just tell you what I want and you do it, no questions asked. And that is really fucking hot in my book. With Stacie, it is more of a compromise. casino siteleri She tells me what she wants and I tell her what I want and we try to meet in the middle. Pun intended,” my son laughs.

“Well you get to enjoy the best of both worlds then. A hot young girlfriend and a hot older submissive slut slave at your beck and call. And you know I will do anything you want,” I tell my son, emphasizing the word, anything. “In fact, I will be on the computer tonight looking for hot chats, so if you want to or need to, come in and see me when you get done.”

“Okay, we’ll see,” Steven says as he places a hand on my ass and squeezes, leaving me with another kiss on the cheek. Then he takes off back to his place to get ready for his date.

Truth be known, I am jealous of Stacie. She is young and hot, with looks that cross between Britney Spears and Christina Applegate from her younger days on “Married with Children.” Besides, she has a better chance of keeping a hold of Steven than I do. And since my son didn’t want me to service him before he left, he has plans to build up a load to give to her and not me. Well maybe I’ll finish that movie and try out that crystal dildo again.

It’s about six thirty when Steven and Stacie come walking into the house. I am watching some dribble on TV and sipping a double. Since Jack isn’t around this weekend I can allow myself a drink or two or three. I found out long ago that whenever I drink, I get very sexually aroused. And that wouldn’t do if my straight-laced husband were around. And of course there is the hope that after Stacie goes home, Steven may want to play for a while.

“Hey, Mom. Is it okay if we watch a program in here? It’s on the dish and not cable so we can’t watch it at my place,” Steven explains.

“Sure, help yourself. I’m just channel surfing,” I allow knowing I would let him do whatever he wanted right now or any other time for that matter. Steven takes the remote and punches in the information and gets some movie. Barely five minutes later, his cell phone rings. He stands and moves into the foyer and talks for a few moments before returning.

“I need to go help Mark,” he tells us. “His car is broke down and he needs me to see if I can get it going or give him a ride. I’ll try not to be too long. Stacie you want to go or stay here?”

“I’ll stay here. I’m sure your Mom can keep me company,” she says.

“Okay. Great. I’ll be back when I can. Call me if you need anything,” Steven says as he turns to walk towards the front door.

Stacie turns and looks at me as Steven walks away. “I hope you don’t mind me staying around. I’ve been stuck as a tag along for car repairs and it’s not something I really enjoy.”

“No, not at all. We’ve never really had much of a chance to get to know each other,“ I offer trying to hide my jealous feelings.

“That would be nice. I don’t have much in the way of female friends, and my Mom and I don’t really talk, so it’ll be nice to hang with you,” Stacie says.

I finish off my drink while watching the program that Steven had selected. I decided to get another when Stacie spoke up.

“Mrs. K, would you mind if I had a beer? My mom is so weird; she won’t let me drink at the house. “

“Sure, let me get one for you,” I respond and automatically secretly plot to get her drunk so Steven won’t get any from her tonight. I return to the family room with the beer and hand it to her as I explain, “I’m going to go sit out on the patio for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

“Mind if I tag along?” Stacie asks. I do mind, but I can’t tell her why. I try not to let anyone know that I occasionally smoke, especially when I’m drinking. “It’s okay Mrs. K. I won’t tell anyone you are smoking if you’ll let me have one too. That’s another thing my Mom is weird about.”

“Sure,” I stammer, “you can smoke if you want. I mean you’re over 18 now. But how did you know? I ask the young girl.

“I’ve been sneaking myself for awhile. And there are two things I know. One, a person that hasn’t been smoking can smell it on you, and I can smell it on you from earlier I guess. And two, a cigarette is better with a drink.

I sit at the table and light up, handing the pack to Stacie. I wonder if I have ever fooled anybody but myself. Here I was the more experienced person and this cute 18-year-old girl finds me out. I take a look at her as she pulls in a drag and blows the gray smoke out through her lips. I wish I had been that smart when I was 18. Of course, I didn’t care who I was fooling when I was 18. Life was a party and I made sure I was always invited.

“Can I ask you a question Mrs. K?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t you get lonely with Mr. K being gone all the time. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry, but shit, I can’t imagine him staying away from you a minute more than he needed to,” Stacie compliments before taking a swig of her beer and another drag from her cigarette,

“Well, to be honest, Mr. K has other priorities. Some men are like that. They would rather make money than fuck,” I explain, slot oyna not realizing the effects the alcohol is having on my judgment. “And the money is really good.”

“That’s too bad,” Stacie says, “I hope they aren’t all like that. I hope Steven isn’t like that. I like to fuck way too much to be put in that position. Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. K, I didn’t mean …”

“It’s okay Stacie, I know what you mean. For one, I can almost guarantee you that Steven is not that way and two I do okay for myself even without my husband’s help,” I confide.

“Hey Mrs. K, you wouldn’t get me another beer would you?” Stacie asks me.

“Sure, I would love too. Be right back,” I smile and head in towards the bar. I shouldn’t admit to it, but with the alcohol effecting me the way you know it does, I was looking at Stacie in a different way now. Sure I was still jealous that my son was fucking another girl than me, but now I was starting to get jealous because my son was getting Stacie and I wasn’t.

I still remember fondly my days back in college. I had straightened up my wild, slutty ways with the help of my sorority sisters. They taught me to be a proper lady, get good grades and to stay in excellent physical condition, not for outward appearances, but also so I would feel good about myself. I also learned other things there too. Since it was planned that you strung along suitors with “good girl” virtues, we seldom finished a date with more than a seriously soaked pair of panties. When I first joined the sorority as a pledge, I was required to do certain things for other girls to alleviate the frustrations of dating in such a manner. My first week found me tied to the floor and having girl after girl sit on my face and eat her until she came. Then there were the occasions where I would go down on a girl after her boy friend fucked her. I really enjoyed licking cum out of a sweet pussy. And then there were the times when there would be another new pledge and I would get to sit on her face and have her lick me until I got off. Yes, I was starting to look at Stacie different now.

“Here you go Stacie,” I say handing the hot young blonde another beer. God she was cute. Long blonde hair, such a beautiful face with slightly pouty lips. Her tits were smaller than my 36Ds, maybe along the lines of a 34C, but still very, very nice under a pull over top that exposed a bit of her flat tummy when she would move certain ways. Her jean shorts looked to be painted on, flaring nicely over her hips and covering a most delicious looking ass. God she was fucking hot and I wanted her.

“Mrs. K are you okay?” Stacie asks breaking my trance.

“Oh. Yes. I’m sorry. I was just thinking about… I was just thinking,” I try to explain.

“Oh. Okay,” she counters with an impish grin on her face. “So you think Steven isn’t more interested in money than in fucking?”

“Definitely not,” I answer way to quickly.

“You seem so sure. Has he talked to you about it, you know, about sex?” Stacie asks.

I decide I better consider my answers more carefully and slowly. I certainly can’t blurt out that I am Steven’s slut slave to do with as he wishes. “Well we have a good relationship. We can talk about most things, but I can tell by what he does that he is more interested in sex, in fucking, than in making money. Lord knows his Father tried to change Steven’s ways but couldn’t.”

“Must be nice. I can’t talk to my Mom about anything. Hell everything I know about sex I’ve basically learned from Steven. And I’ve learned a lot,” Stacie says with a cute giggle. “But lately, maybe the last month or so, Steven has seemed to change. Do you have any idea what might be going on.” Stacie is looking me directly in the eye while she sexily twirls a strand of hair with her finger.

“No. I’m sure I have no idea,” I stammer.

“You know this is real nice. Sometimes I wish I could sit with my Mom and talk like this. But of course we would never get past the part where she would be lecturing me about drinking beer or smoking. Do you mind if I have another?” Stacie asks holding up the pack.

“Help yourself. You are free to do whatever you want here,” I comment hoping and not hoping she gets my double meaning.

“That is so sweet of you,” Stacie says blowing the fresh smoke from her lips towards my face. “It still bugs me about Steven, how he has been acting lately. There are times when he doesn’t seem interested or his mind is somewhere else. And there are the times when we finish and he says he has to go, really weird.”

I know why Steven gets up and leaves. He comes home and has his Mother suck his and Stacie’s cum off his cock while it is still fresh. And could he be thinking of me while fucking sweet young Stacie. I hope not. He should be giving this girl anything she wants. She could be a keeper. He cans always have slut sex with me, but you have to keep your girl happy. I should talk to him.

“Mrs. K, are you sure you are alright? You look a little flushed. I hope I am not upsetting you talking about your son and me this way. canlı casino siteleri Like I said, it’s just nice to be able to have someone to talk to about things.”

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m just trying to think of what might be bothering Steven.” At least something other than the obvious. “Maybe it’s his school work.”

“No I wouldn’t say something is bothering him. In fact, he seems happier than he ever has since I’ve known him. He’s just acting, well, different. That’s all,” Stacie counters.

“Happy, huh?” I ask with a bit of pride.

‘Yeah, like a guy that gets to have his cake and eat it too. I was wondering, since we are getting along so well if I could confide something personal to you and ask your opinion,” Stacie asks suddenly shifting gears.

“Sure, go ahead. I definitely know how to keep a secret,” I understate.

“For some time now, I have been having a reoccurring fantasy. Actually in all honesty it has developed into some hot wet dreams for me. I have it and wake up rubbing my pussy to it. In my dream I am having sex,” Stacie pauses, “with a woman. Do all women have these thoughts or am I just weird?”

“I don’t think your weird, but I don’t know if all women have those thoughts,” I offer feeling more flushed than earlier.

“I just don’t know if I would really like to try it or not. I mean the idea of having another woman lick me is really hot, I just don’t know if I would want to reciprocate. I had this one dream last week where I was ordering this woman around and making her do things for me. I did things to her and she got off too, but not from me licking her,” Stacie explains almost in a whisper.

“Oh, I see,” is all I can say.

“I don’t know. Maybe I can find some bi-slut that would be into that sort of thing. I think it would be hot to have another woman that way. Hell, maybe I would even get Steven involved too,” Stacie absently comments while finishing her cigarette. “Beth, are you thinking again?”

“Sorry, yes I was,” I respond.

“I thought so,” Stacie says standing. The young girl moves behind my chair and bends to whisper in my ear, “I could tell you were thinking, cause your nipples are getting hard.”

I look down and sure enough they are as hard as nails. Out of the corner of my eye I see a hand, Stacie’s hand as it moves from my shoulder down along the side of my breast.

“Does it get you hot thinking about that?” she asks gently cupping my breast.

“Umm, Hmm.”

Her other hand mimics on the other tit and then both nipples are pinched between her fingers. “Do you want to take care of me, to lick my pussy?” Stacie asks continuing to pinch and pull on my nipples.

“I would do whatever you wanted,” I admit.

“And what about your son, Steven. Do you want to serve us together or separate the way you do now?” Stacie asks as I realize that she knows all about me being Steven’s slut slave.

“I will do whatever the two of you want, together or separate,” I truthfully answer.

“That’s a good little slut. Now take off your top so I can see your tits,” Stacie commands.

I do as I am told. “Very nice, bitch. Steven has taught you well,” Stacie comments while running her hands over my body. “You look very nice. It’s no wonder Steven has been happy having you to abuse and use. Do you think you will enjoy serving both Steven and I?” Stacie asks.

“I will be a willing slut slave for both of you. I will do as you instruct and do everything I can to please you. Abuse me and use me for your pleasure and I will be happy,” I reply honestly.

“Good. Let’s go over to Steven’s place. He is waiting for us right now,” Stacie tells me. “All this other bullshit was just a game to see if I could hook you too. And you know, I think we will all be glad I did.”

We climb the stairs to Steven’s apartment over the garage. Upon opening the door, I see Steven sitting on the couch drinking a beer. “Well that didn’t take too long,” he comments. He comes over to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then he turns to Stacie and kisses her deeply. As the kiss breaks, my son turns back to me. “You might as well take your shorts off. I can guarantee you won’t need them for the rest of the night. Then you can undress me and Stacie.”

I pull my shorts off which leaves me totally naked. I then turn my attention to Steven. I work the tight T-shirt over his chest and muscular arms. I then kneel down and untie and remove his shoes and socks. I stay on my knees and unfasten his belt and jeans, a task I had performed many times in the past. I help him off with his pants and notice that his 8” cock is starting to rise. I then turn my attention to Stacie.

I know I want to enjoy this moment and take my time. I start by standing behind her and rubbing her back. After a few moments I let my hands trail up to her breasts and gently cup them in my hands. I run my hands down to her stomach and find the bottom edge of her top. I gently ease the material up, slowly, almost painfully, until they are just barely covering her firm young tits. Then I move around in front and put my hands back on her top. Again I start to raise the material and keep lifting until her breasts are fully exposed. I fight the urge to feel or lick her yet and continue to remove the garment.

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Note from Slick: Please read Army Brat Ch. 01 and 02 to get up to date. There is still not a whole lot of sex so this story is not for those of you who are looking for mostly sex. A few cliff-hangers occurred in Ch. 02 so let’s see if any of them get resolved. All rights reserved.

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Danny took his girlfriend’s hand knowing that she was angry and shocked to see her mother. “I’m not going to talk to her,” Ellen said as calmly as she could manage.

“I’ll see what she wants,” Allan said walking towards Maria. He moved up to her and wanted to scream at her but not with the young boy there and in front of the others. “What are you doing here?”

“I was driving by and saw all the cars. I was hoping that Ellen was here.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? She doesn’t want to see you.”

“She’s so beautiful,” Maria said looking around his body. “She’s a woman now.”

“Now is not the time and place Maria,” Allan said feeling his anger about to burst out.

“OK, I’ll go. But I want some time alone with her.”

“Only if she agrees to it and right now I don’t think you want to get close to her.”

“I’m staying at my Aunt Helen’s house on Chestnut Street. Her number is in the book.”

Allan glanced down at the cute little boy. “Is he yours?”

She turned and walked towards the parking lot. “Yes.”

*****

“Good, she’s gone,” Buttons said as she moved next to her best friend.

Ellen’s anger still raged when her father walked back. “I can’t believe that she just showed up here.”

“She said she was driving by and hoped that you were here. She is still insisting that she wants to talk to you.”

“Never…….never,” Ellen repeated. She turned to Danny. “Will you take me out of here?”

“Sure,” he answered looking at his mom. “I’ll be home a little later.”

“Here’s some money for food,” Allan said handing him a twenty dollar bill.

Janet moved over and hugged Allan. “Are you OK?”

“No, I feel for Ellen but there is nothing I can do. Maria gave up all claims to see Ellen so legally she can’t do anything.”

They walked to their car holding hands next to Shirley.

“Did she say who the kid was?” Grandma asked.

“She said that he was hers.”

“No wedding ring.”

“Nope.”

*****

Jim put his small video camera in his bag and was zippering it up when the other two baseball scouts sat down in front of him. “Hi guys.”

Ed Johnson, a scout for the Pirates spoke first. “So you’ve been holding Danny Upton back from us.”

“Danny Upton?” Jim repeated like he didn’t know who he was.

“Don’t bullshit us Jim,” Mark Olsen, from the Cardinals said. “The coach won’t talk to us but we noticed you two have been talking pretty much the whole night.”

“The coach and I were college roommates,” Jim said. “We talk about everything.”

“Well if you aren’t going to give us the history on this kid we are going to have to hound everyone until we get it.” Mark said firmly.

“OK, but only if you keep the media out of it as long as you can.”

“Media,” Ed grinned. “Why would the media care about some 18 year old high school kid with potential?”

“Danny’s last name is Upton.” Jim said waiting for them to put Danny’s name with his father’s.

“So.” Mark said lifting his shoulders.

“Upton…..Upton…Up……holy shit…he’s Josh Upton’s boy.”

“Oh FUCK!” Mark cried. “Why haven’t we known about this kid?”

Jim told them the whole story about Germany and moving back to the US. “He’s a great kid so I don’t want the media to eat him up.”

“It won’t take them long to find out,” Ed said. “But I’ll try to keep it to myself and the organization.”

“Shit, since his dad played for the Cardinals it’s going to be impossible to keep this a secret. Unless I don’t tell anyone until the news breaks.”

Jim shook both of their hands. “I appreciate you guys keeping it quiet as long as you can.”

*****

Allan and Janet kept their thoughts to themselves but Grandma was not one to hold back. “She never told me about the boy. So do you think that he is your son?”

“What….no. I mean she left three years ago and he doesn’t look that old,” Allan said wondering if his mother could be right.

“And he’s a doctor,” Shirley sighed. “Remember dear there is a gestation period I believe that is around 9 months. So Jr. could be 2 years plus a few months.”

“No….she would have told me,” he said trying to convince himself.

“Maybe. Maybe not. But the kid has blonde hair and Maria’s family all have dark hair.”

Janet remained quiet but knew that things were getting very complicated both for Ellen and Allan. They remained silent on the way back to his house as they thought of the possibilities.

*****

Danny carried the food onto the boat as Ellen closed the door behind them. He heard the click of the lock and turned. “You’re locking us in.”

“No, I’m locking everyone else out,” she said as she turned and pulled off her sweater.

“Uh…we have food,” he said as she released her casino siteleri jeans and zipper and pushed them down over her beautiful ass.

“It can wait,” she said as she released her bra and pulled it from her firm and perky breasts.

Danny had not seen her completely naked before and now stood upright holding the carton of fried rice. His eyes were big as the skimpy red thong moved down over her blonde bush and then down her tanned thighs. “Oh my God.”

Ellen didn’t want to talk about seeing her mother and now wanted to get her mind off of her. She took the fried rice from his hands and put it on the shelf behind him.

“Do you want to….are we going to…..?” He asked.

“Yes, it’s time,” she whispered. Her fingers were surprisingly steady as they pulled off his baseball jersey. She removed his belt and fumbled opening his baseball pants. She saw his erection pushing out the front of them.

“Ellen…I know you are upset. Maybe we should talk about it first,” he said nervously after his pants and baseball socks slid off his feet.

“What are those?” She asked looking at the white clinging shorts with thick hips and sides.

He laughed. “Sliding shorts. The extra padding helps protect my legs and hips.” He stopped laughing when she jerked them and his white briefs down over his hard-on.

“You won’t be sliding in here,” she giggled. After she threw them aside she moved back and they both stared at each other’s nakedness. “I’m ready.”

“Ellen…I don’t have any…protection.”

She pulled out the rolling bed and moved onto her back. “I should be safe right now. I’m due for my period tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” He sat on the bed by her feet and caressed her ankle.

“Yes. It’s OK. Come here.”

Danny moved into her outreached arms and crawled up onto her. He lowered his hard-on against her stomach and felt her hard nipples pressing up into his chest.

“I love you Danny,” she whispered. “Make me a woman…your woman.” Their lips met and parted as her hands moved up and down his strong back and down to his hips.

Danny was unsure what to do. He knew the basic principles but actually doing it was something else. They kissed and after caressing her breasts for a minute or two he touched down over her navel and into her moist slit.

“I’m wet for you,” she whispered. “Put it in….slowly.”

Danny was about to ask again if she was sure but it was obvious that she was. He was the one not sure mainly because he was not sure if he could satisfy her without cuming as soon as he entered her. Her fingers found his cock and directed it towards her virgin gate.

Danny lowered his body but felt a lot of resistance. He pushed more but he didn’t want to hurt her. After a few more tries he moved back a little. “Ellen.”

“It’s ok. Push harder. Don’t worry about me.” As his body lowered she reached behind him and pulled.

“Ahhh.”

Danny heard her moan and started to pull away again but she wouldn’t allow it. She pulled down again until they both felt something give. His crown pushed inside but it was damn tight.

“Give me more,” she begged. “I’m ok.”

Gradually, very gradually, his hips lowered and lowered until four inches were buried.

“You’re in,” she whispered. “We are one.”

“Oh God,” Danny moaned realizing that he was actually inside of a girl that he loved. “It feels so……..so…I’m going to…Oh GOD!”

“Do it Danny. Cum inside of me,” she giggled as she nibbled on his earlobe. She pulled again until two more inches disappeared.

“NOW……..NOW!” His hot juices blasted out deeply inside of her.

“I feel it,” she said pulling the last inch inside. He was in all the way as his cannon emptied its shells. “AHHH!”

Danny felt satisfied but still tried to keep fucking her to get her off. Her legs opened wider as her feet wrapped around his hips and waist.

Ellen expected him to get soft but it never really did. The initial pain was gone and now only pleasure filled her lower stomach. She could feel his cum lubricating the piston even more.

“Danny……..fuck me…..Danny.”

He had never heard her curse before and knew that their relationship had become a lot more personal. His hands cupped her ass as he pushed in and out again and again. Three minutes went by until her fingernails dug into his ass.

“OHHHH!….DANNY…….OHHHH…….DANNY!”

Danny smiled because he wasn’t worried about cuming too quickly. He kissed her opened lips and sucked on her tongue when she climaxed.

“OH YESSSSSS!”

Ellen almost blacked out from the immense pleasure. She pulled him deep as possible and just held him there. A minute later she moved back. “Do you want to finish again?”

“No, right now I just want to hold the girl I love.”

“The woman you love,” she giggled.

*****

Allan took Janet home later and sat for a while talking about Maria’s arrival.

Janet hugged him close. “As much as she says she hates her mother she probably still loves the one who raised her for 15 years.”

“Maybe but the pain she caused will slot oyna be hard to erase. Ellen is a forgiven type but it’s been too soon.”

Janet wanted to keep out of it but she knew it was on his mind. “What if the boy is yours?”

“I don’t know. I mean…why would she leave if she was pregnant? Or if she found out after she left why didn’t she say something?”

Janet patted his shoulder. “I guess the only way to know is for you to talk with her.”

“I know.”

*****

Allan was sitting on the sofa later when he heard the garage door open and then Ellen’s footsteps. He expected to see her upset and angry but instead she was smiling.

“Hi dad.” She sat next to him and looked at the TV. “What’s on?”

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m not going to let her mess up my life again. I’m happy for the first time in a while and I want to keep it that way.”

He was proud of her and kissed her forehead. “I love you baby.”

“Me too daddy.”

They watched the end of a sitcom they both enjoyed and then she stood to go to bed. He decided to skip the issue about the boy as she ran up the steps whistling. Danny was definitely a good thing.

Buttons didn’t have to call her this time. She called Buttons.

“Whasss…..up?” Ellen asked while popping her gum.

“I was going to call,” Buttons started. “How are you doing?”

“Good……actually GREAT!”

“OK what is going on?” Buttons asked knowing her friend. “Why are you so happy?”

“Well..you see…Danny and I were alone in the boat..and I wanted to forget seeing my mother and……well…”

“OH MY GOD! YOU DID IT!”

“Yes,” she whispered. “It was wonderful…I mean not at first…but the second time was..”

“Second time!”

“Yes Danny was too excited for the first time,” she giggled. “But he was up for the second one.”

“Up for…”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Ellen giggled. “But yes…up for.”

“I need a boyfriend,” Button’s whined. “I want to do it too.”

“I’ll ask Danny if any of the guys on the team want to take your cherry.”

“Ellen!”

“Just kidding.”

“Did your father say anything about the little boy?”

Ellen had not really thought about him. “No…why would he?”

“Well if he is your mother’s he would be your step brother,”

“Oh God you’re right.” Ellen gasped. She had always wanted to have a brother or sister. “And he looked so cute.”

“I’m sorry I brought it up. I didn’t want to mess up your lost my cherry celebration.”

“Actually, in a strange way, I’m feeling good that maybe I have a little step brother.”

“But you will have to talk to your mother to find out and to meet him.”

“I know. I’m not ready for that yet.” They said their goodbyes and then she called Danny.

“Hi, are you thinking about me?”

“Yes, I’m always thinking about you,” he answered. He lay on his bed tossing up a baseball. “How do you feel? You know after tonight on the boat.”

“After we made love.”

“Yes.”

“I feel like I want to be in your arms right now doing it again and again.”

“Me too.” They got quiet and then she mentioned the boy.

“Danny if the little boy is my mother’s then I have a step brother.”

He too had not even considered it. “You’re right. That’s pretty cool.”

“I know. I better go to sleep. I love you.”

“I love you too Ellen.”

*****

Nothing was mentioned about the boy the next week. They all settled into their day to day lives. Ellen and Danny couldn’t continue their advance pleasures because she did get her period but they both knew that Saturday would be the day. Ellen finished her breakfast and planned to pick Danny up at his house around noon to go to the boat. She pulled into the driveway and noticed a strange car. She rang the doorbell and when the door opened she saw a cute dark-haired girl.

“Can I help you?” The girl asked.

“Uh yeah…is..uh Danny here?”

“Who is it?” Danny’s voice asked before he stuck his face out. “Ellen. I uh forgot about…..I mean I lost track of the time.” He turned to the other girl. “This is Lisa.”

“Lisa this is Ellen.”

“Are you a friend of Danny’s?” Lisa asked as she shook Ellen’s hand tightly.

She glared at him. “Uh yes…I’m actually his girlfriend.” Ellen squeezed Lisa’s hand back as hard as she was giving her.

“Oh yeah…I should have told you.” He laughed nervously. “Lisa and her dad stopped by this morning and we didn’t know they were in town. We’ve been talking about old times and I guess I forgot.”

Ellen wanted to kick him but held back. She stood on the porch. “Well are we going to the boat?”

Danny looked at Lisa and then at Ellen. “Mom just put out some lunch. Why don’t we eat and figure out what we are all doing?”

Ellen was upset but kept her cool. As they turned to walk into the house she tried to move next to Danny but Lisa quickly moved there first.

“Ellen, I’m glad you are here,” Janet smiled. “Come in and meet Captain Elliott.”

The tall man stood. “Please call me Tom.” He shook her hand canlı casino siteleri and looked at Danny.

Janet jumped in. “Ellen is Danny’s girlfriend.”

Ellen tried to move back by Danny but Lisa stood her ground.

“Danny has as good a taste as his father,” Tom grinned. “I’m glad to meet you Ellen.”

“Well, let’s eat,” Janet said. They all moved to the table and Lisa again moved into the chair next to Danny. Ellen sat directly across from him and kicked his shin.

“Ouch,” he said looking over at her.

“What’s wrong?” Janet asked.

“Uh..I hit my leg on the table leg,” Danny lied. They quickly finished their sandwiches and afterwards Lisa offered to help with the dishes.

“I’ll help too,” Danny said but Ellen grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

“What’s wrong?” He asked innocently.

“What’s wrong? How about you forgot to tell her that you have a girlfriend and then don’t even tell her father that I am your girlfriend? And, if she sits that close to you again I’m going to turn her chair over.”

Danny hugged her close. “I love only you. She’s just a friend.”

She sighed and hugged him back. “Are we going to the boat? Daddy is working today so we can be alone.”

“God, I really want to but I can’t leave while they are here.”

“When are they leaving?”

“I’m not sure.” The door opened and Lisa came running out.

“Danny, your mother just invited me to stay here while my father goes back to Germany and finishes up. And then when he returns we both are going to stay here while we look for a house!”

Danny turned and saw the red face on Ellen. “Uh..that’s great.”

“How long will you be staying here?” Ellen asked as she clinched her fists.

“At least a month,” Lisa smiled. “And, I told my father that I want to live in the same school district so we can go to the same school.”

“A month,” Ellen repeated.

“Yes,” Lisa grinned. “I’ll stay in the spare bedroom next to Danny’s.” She moved over and hugged him.

Ellen saw that Lisa had bigger breasts and nice long legs. She was not going to give up without a fight. “Well, that’s great. We can all spend some time together to get to know each other. I know a few guys that would love to meet you.” She pulled Danny from Lisa’s grasp and led him away.

Lisa watched as they walked out into the back yard.

“Ellen I didn’t know.”

“Danny, she thinks of you more than just a friend. Girls know. Where is her mother?”

“I just found out that they are getting a divorce. The mother has another guy in Germany and is staying over there.”

“Oh this is great. Not only are you going to be in the same house with a cute girl your mother will be living with a handsome man. I’m sure my father will be thrilled.”

“WHO WANTS DESERT?” Janet yelled from the kitchen door.

“OK but I’m sitting next to you.”

Danny realized that his somewhat simple life just got complicated. “Definitely. You will sit next to me.”

*****

Allan finished his morning shift and heard the page for him to come to the main lobby. After hopping on the elevator and dropping eight floors he moved out into the large lobby and saw Maria sitting on one of the sofas. He took a deep breath and walked her way.

“Hi Allan,” she smiled as she stood up. She wanted to hug him but knew that he wouldn’t go for it. She held out her hand but he didn’t take it. “Can we go somewhere to talk?”

Allan saw the small conference room off to the side was dark. “We can go in here.” After moving inside and turning on the light he sat across from her. Both were silent not sure what to say.

“I interviewed for a job here,” she said afraid he would go off on her.

“Oh great, just what I need right now. Why are you moving back? If you just want to talk to Ellen you don’t have to move back.”

“I love this town and still have some family and friends. Besides it’s where I want to raise my son.”

“Who is the father?” He asked bluntly.

“Someone you don’t know,” she answered. “My son’s name is Andy.”

“After your father.”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me why you left us? I mean I understand that we were not in love but how could any mother leave her child like you did?”

Maria felt the tears about to flow. She removed a tissue and patted the right cheek below her eye. “I had to make a change and wanted to finish my medical degree. Since we were not in love I couldn’t stay here.”

“But you could have stayed in town even if it wasn’t with me.”

“I know. Maybe I should have but I didn’t want to take Ellen away from her friends and I didn’t want to stay in his house.”

“This is bullshit,” he said getting angry. “All of this could have been worked out. Did you hate me so much that you had to get away from me?”

“I’ve never hated you,” she said starting to cry. “You were my best friend and when I left I missed that so much.”

“Well tell me why you left? You owe me that much.”

She put her face in her hands. “I discovered that I was pregnant. I couldn’t stay here.”

“You were pregnant and it was not from me. You were cheating on me.”

“Once……only once I swear. It was that trip I took to the Southern Medical Show. I didn’t plan for it to happen. It just did.”

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