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I was on a business trip in Russia for a few months. After the second month I became lonely and of course a bit sex starved. I kept in touch with my family via email and had the odd phone sex with my husband but it was not the same. I needed the physical body contract and craved for a good long volcanic orgasm.

It was Friday night, I wore a tight red fitted short dress with matching high cut panties, laced bra and black high heel shoes. Geo and I decided to go to Xsaria for a quick drink before heading back to the hotel. Geo was a work colleague who accompanied me on the business trip. He was not bad looking, just over 6ft tall, 200lbs, a nice muscular hunk so rather than crossing wires we kept and maintained a plutonic relationship. After a brisk walk from the hotel we stepped out of the cold icy street into Xsaria. I was pleasantly surprised with the soft rock music and coziness of night club.

It was a nice mixture of people, mid 30s to mid 50s. The place was jam packed and Geo struggled to order drinks. I was the only lady standing by the bar and two kind middle aged gentlemen gave us their seats. Geo and I drank, laughed, flirted and totally enjoyed non work related company and conversations.

I had three or four glasses of dry martini and Geo had a couple straight shots of vodka followed by gulps of beer. There was a dimly lit dance floor so of course we were up there dancing to all the classical 80’s and 90’s music. Initially the dance floor was sparse and soon became very crowded, people were tightly packed all around us. ‘What have Geo and I started,’ I thought.

Suddenly I felt a cold gush of liquid on my left shoulder. I turned to be greeted by an attractive blonde who repeatedly apologized. She was about my height with green eyed and long silky hair. This middle aged lady was tiny at the waist with thick legs and her voluptuous breasts spilled out of her tight fitted black dress which ended just below her neat curvy butt.

We made eye contact for a few seconds before she offered, “I am so sorry, can I please, please, buy you a drink.”

To my surprise, I instantly said “yes.”

We sat on the high manly bar stools, Jaren and I exchanged pleasantries and enjoyed another refreshing Martini. I offered to buy a second drink and she told me that she was from another village in Russia, was visiting for the weekend and badly needed a get away vacation whilst her husband looked after the dogs back home.

As the music was loud Jaren leaned forward, rested her soft hand on my thigh and whispered in my ear, “Is your dance partner, your husband or boyfriend, I don’t want to infringe by keeping you away.”

“Oh no, don’t be uncomfortable, he is just a work colleague, and look at him, lost to the world on the dance floor,” I replied.

Every time Jaren moved her dress rode up her thick gorgeous legs and I could bursa escort see she was very uncomfortable. Her black crotch less panty kept peeping through and I could see her long pinkish pussy lips hanging out. I wanted to touch, hug and kiss her, but with a challenge I maintained my composure.

I just had enough and with the drinks in my head I placed my hand about a half inch from her exposed pussy lips and whispered in her ear, “Oh, stop fidgeting and pulling your dress down, you look sexy. Why in the first place you wore an appealing outfit and uncomfortable to flaunt it?”

“I didn’t want to offend you, also, this is the first time I have ever dressed like this, my boring husband is very conservative,” Jaren responded and gave me a peck on my lips.

Jaren became so comfortable that she soon let her guard down. Her legs were all over the place and her big breasts were in my face every time we leaned forward to talk. We laughed a lot and chatted. Both tipsy we started to touch each other’s legs. I noticed Jared looking down as she intermittently squeezed my thick legs and to be quite honest I couldn’t help but also looked at her cleavage or exposed pussy lips whenever I got a chance.

I held Jaren’s hand and we headed back into the packed dance floor. Whilst we danced against each other Jaren touched and squeezed my fleshy butt. In return my hands slipped from her waist to her butt. I felt her hard nipples against mine and with her hands on my firm ass cheeks she pulled me closer in anticipation of a kiss. Unfortunately I got scared and ran to the ladies restroom.

Jaren followed me into the occupied restroom and before I could say anything she kissed my lips, my tongue, my neck and my ears. I felt a warm sensation in my fat shaved vagina. Jaren backed me up against the wall and used her feet to spread my thick legs. As her tongue firmly entered my mouth her fingers slide up my leg and gently rubbed my wet bald pussy. It felt so hot, and, being full of excitement I returned the favour and played with her juicy pussy lips and clit.

We groaned, moaned, rubbed and finger fucked each other’s pussies whilst we gyrated in each other arms. When I opened my eyes the other two friendly ladies in the wash room were now topless and making passionate love.

“Sherry, my pussy is on fire, I need your sexy tight cunt now,” Jaren said, then held my hand and took me to the back of the club through a narrow dimly lit passageway.

Jaren opened another door and there was a beautiful clean bedroom. She laid me on the bed and slowly undressed me whilst kissing all my sensitive spots- lips, neck, nipples, belly button, clit, thighs and toes. I felt like my entire body was on fire.

Jaren seductively strip teased me as she undressed, and for her viewing, I opened my thick legs and masturbated my swollen clit. As her hand touched bursa escort bayan the bed I pulled her towards me and kissed and sucked her pink hard nipples. Her body was amazing. I rubbed my face all over her fleshy breasts then made my way down to her wet hot pussy.

I pressed Jaren’s thighs further apart and kissed her flesh until my face was directly over her cunt. I felt the heat from her pussy and smelt her arousal. Her black crotch less panties exposed her plump, bare pussy lips and the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair that covered her mound.

As Jaren watched! I rubbed my hand over her crotch, then pressed against her plump outer lips until they spread open. I also felt the heat and moisture from my own cunt. I now mouthed Jaren’s clit through the sheer fabric of her panties, licking and nibbling as her cunt juices soaked the material.

“You have a pretty and tasty pussy!” I said, then pulled her panties down and off. Now we were both completely nude.

“Lie on your side,” Jaren politely requested.

Jaren also laid on her side by my legs and scissored me with her wet cunt. Our shaved pussies slowly touched then firmly rubbed against each other. This was my first scissors experience and in silence I thought, ‘Oh my gosh, we are rubbing clit onto clit and pussy fucking each other.

“Oooohhh my, fuck, my cunt feels so good…ahhhh, ahhh, ooh!’ Two sets of cunt juices now flowed and mixed, I arched my back… and moaned for more.

“Fuck me”…I begged her.

Sucking on my toes she began to fuck me harder with her pussy as I begged for more… Oh, my gosh, I was so turned on.. I could feel my swollen clit on fire or should I say, my cunt truly enjoyed the feminine stimulation and pussy fuck.

We were both close to orgasm … but Jaren firstly screamed out, as I continued to gyrate all over her pink wet pussy, “oh more! more, Sherry, fuck me hard!” I rode her like a horse until her juices spilled all over the sheet, “ohh my sweet friend, OHHH, that was fucking great, did you cum too?” Jaren asked.

“I was close, but that’s okay sweetie,” I politely responded.

“That’s not okay,” a manly voiced responded from the dark corner.

“What the fuck! Who are you, get out,” Jaren shouted to the naked man who held his 8″ rock hard cock in his hand.

“No, no, no, that is my friend, let’s enjoy his cock. Please fuck me Geo, I need to cum,” I pleaded, as I looked at his impressive cock

“Sherry, I was worried and came looking for you, I am so sorry. With the hot feminine excitement I got carried away. Now if you want to cum, please doggie in a 69 position and as I fuck your pussy your girlfriend will be rubbing and licking your clit.”

I quickly un-scissored and with my big fleshy ass in the air, Jaren kissed and licked my pussy. Geo quickly donned a condom and stepped on the escort bursa bed behind my exposed butt with his big black 8″ cock. He initially caressed my ass cheeks as his tongue roamed back and forth from the top of my ass to my clit. The two hot tongues on and in my cunt sent me into an orgasmic bliss.

“Geo, ahhhh, fuckkkk, ahhh, my fat cunt now, oooohhhhh I am so close to cumming.” I begged.

My thick thighs were widely spread and Geo’s cock slowly entered the tight ring of flesh around my hole. My cunt was stretched open to the limit and was slowly filled inch by inch of raw pleasurable flesh.

I gave a long, low moan, “Uh! Uh! Uuummmmmm, ahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” when the full length of his cock was deep inside my vagina.

Soon he was steadily fucking me with short strokes whilst Jaren’s hands were occupied with my hanging breast, hard nipples and clit. Geo’s cock was now in charge of my hungry and thirsty pussy.

Expressions of lust, joy and amazement were displayed over my attractive face. Geo gave a couple harder thrust that drove deep inside my womanhood and I responded with a pleasant grunt and widening of eyes.

“Oh gosh, OHGOSH! OHGOSH! Mmmph! Ungh Fuuuuccckkk! GaaHH!” I cried into the pillow.

“What a beautiful, sexy and tight pussy,” Geo groaned as his cock pounded my wet cunt.

“AH! … AH! … AH Fuck!” I cried with enjoyment. Each cry coming as his big black 8″ cock plunged deep inside me. My hands literally clawed the pillows as waves of hidden sensation washed through my strained body.

“I’m fucking you darling … fucking you SOOO HARD! Can you feel my cock fucking you, pounding deep in that sweet, beautiful cunt? I’m gonna make you cum hons and soak Jaren’s face with your cunt juices! I’m gonna fuck you so hard to make up for the years I have masturbated and lusted for your sexy body!”

“AAAAAAARGGGGHH!!” I wailed. “FUCK ME GEO, FUCK ME! FUCKMEeeeeeee!!…AAAAAHH … UHMMMM … ” I groaned, followed by a high-pitched squeal as his cock hit a sensitive spot. “AaaaaaahhhHH!”

“Geo! Geooo! Geeeooooooooo!!” I cried as an explosive orgasm swept through my clit to all directions within my body. I lifted myself off his cock then drove back down so fast as I was no longer in control of my orgasm.

“OH! OH! OH! Ohmygoshhhh!!” I screamed. “MYGOSH GEO … OH YES, OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!”

Both of us thrusted uncontrollably at that point, convulsed and bounced onto Jaren as my body thrashed in response to the waves of pleasure.

Eventually the two of us stopped convulsing and laid next to Jaren who whispered continuously, “ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh that was so hot, I came again without even touching my pussy…ahhhh.”

As the three of us French kissed, I asked Jaren about the room … She said, the owner is a good friend of hers. This is where she stays when she visits.

We cuddled, rested, chatted an gently stroked each other’s privates for awhile. I held Geo’s cock and pulled him off the bed to get dress. We were about to walk out when Jaren asked, “see you’ll tomorrow” I nodded yes.

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He began to get nervous and excited as he got closer to his desk; the anticipation tingled through his limbs. He knew it was wrong to hope his admirer had left another letter, but it was like an addiction. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to this 27 year-old teacher.

The top drawer of his desk was slightly ajar and he saw a pastel colored envelope laying there. He debated in his mind, as he always did at this point, should he read it or shouldn’t he? Deep down he knew he would, but he felt better about himself if he struggled with it for a while.

The letters were coming frequently now, every couple of days instead of once a week like before. This was a small school and he was having trouble keeping his composure around each and every woman who passed him in the halls. He was also becoming more aware that these sultry letters were beginning to seem like they could be coming from a student, and even though he knew it was wrong, this excited him even more. The letters always started in the same way:

‘I watched you eat your lunch today. The way your mouth looked when you brought the food to your lips when you ran your tongue along them to catch any drips that had not made it into your mouth was almost more than I could take. The thought of those lips tasting me from head to toe brought me to the edge. My body started to quiver and I had to look away, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop. I followed you down the hall and imagined you turning, seeing me, and then pulling me into the nearest empty room, throwing me down on a table, lifting my skirt, and taking me from behind. I got so excited I couldn’t help myself. I ran to the ladies room and pleasured myself with thoughts of you.’

Mike had to put the letter down. He looked around to make sure he was still alone; worried that anyone around him would notice his excited expression. Class was about to begin, and Mike had his advanced art students this hour; juniors mostly, and very talented. They were a good class to have, and he enjoyed his time with them. They would be a good distraction he believed, although in actuality he thought about the letter throughout the class. The next hour was for independent study, and as it was a very quite class, he had an opportunity to read more of the letter.

‘I’ll read for a bit and if I get too much into it, I will put it away,’ he thought, trying to convince himself.

‘Do you ever feel like the life you have been living is a lie?’

This was different; it was more personal then her normal flirting. She didn’t normally ask him questions, other than ‘do you want me?’ Which he did! It continued:

‘Life in this town is the same everyday. People are afraid to be who they really are. They don’t want people to think they might be different. What would others think of the things I want to do with a married art teacher who is just as tired of being something he is not as I am?’ Mike folded the letter and put it in his briefcase. How could someone have the ability to take his mind to the very edge of his limits? This girl was more inside him and his darkest thoughts then anyone else had ever been. He began to worry even more about who could be writing to him and the power they could have if these thoughts were ever exposed. The day’s last bell rang, and he headed home. Getting home as usual at 4:00pm, Mike kissed his wife, bursa escort had supper as a family as always, read to his kids and then put then to bed. He finished the dishes and then spent much of the evening thinking about the letters. He was still extremely turned-on at the thought of her masturbating in the girls’ restroom.

He headed to bed and called to his wife, “Are you coming up soon?”

“Not for a while,” he heard her respond, “good night.” As he crawled into bed he thought about what he wanted to do to his mystery female. What was she doing? Maybe she was thinking of him, or writing him another letter. What if she was pleasuring herself at this very moment? He slid his hand under the covers to his already hard cock. He imagined her watching him. His hand began to pump at this thought. He closed his eyes and tried to picture what she may look like, but the fact that he had no Idea who she was just seemed to make him hornier. When he came, his orgasm was massively intense. Next morning, Mike entered his classroom in the same controlled manner as always. Today was different though, inside himself he was extremely nervous. He sat at his desk and stared at the drawer which may or may not hold a new letter. He fought his desire to open it and see. The classes came and went.

He ate lunch looking in turn at everyone he could. Who was the mystery writer? The thought of this and a renewed desire to look in the draw caused him to run back to his classroom. He opened the draw. Yes, a letter was there, beaconing to him, as if to say, read me, you know you want to.

‘You wore that shirt today that I love; the one that’s tight in all the right places. You put your hand on my shoulder in class, and as you walked around me to look at my project I let my hand drop to my side. The back of it rubbed against the round of your pants. I had to take my panties off after class they were so wet.’

He dropped the letter. Finally he was certain that she was one of his students. He’d known it was possible, but the reality of it just hit him like a ton of bricks. He picked the letter up and read on.

‘I’ve been thinking of all the letters I have written and the many orgasms I’ve had just thinking about you. Six long months I have been telling you how much I want you and I have decided that my fantasies are no longer enough to satisfy me. I want you inside me. I need to know if you’re ready. Now that you know I am in one of your classes come find me.’

Find her! What the hell kind of a game was she playing? If she was a student, he couldn’t possibly ask the kind of questions needed to be sure who it was. He’d be reported, probably even fired and then his career would be totally finished. He read through the letter again, and then pulled out his class lists. Mike tried desperately to eliminate possibilities, but it was completely useless. A few days passed and he wasn’t getting any closer to figuring out this puzzle. He was driving himself mad. It was affecting his sleep, and work no longer seemed important. His marriage was already in so much trouble that his wife didn’t even notice he was distracted. Mike decided to find a clever way to ask for help in finding her; he was getting tired of playing.

What he did was to give the same talk to all his classes. He explained to his students how important it was to go after what they wanted; that if their bursa escort bayan passion for something was intense enough, they must take whatever action was required to achieve their goals. He particularly emphasised that they must never be afraid to ask questions or seek help from others. He hoped she would get the message.

The last bell of the day rang and he sat at his desk, waiting for her to respond. ‘I can’t do this,’ he though to himself. ‘I need to go.’ He grabbed his keys and headed for the door. But, just as he locked his room and started up the stairs he heard a familiar voice.

“Mr. K,” she said. He turned and faced her.

“Dawn?” He replied questioningly.

“Um you got a sec?” she asked. “I have a question about my project.”

He took a deep sigh of relief, and answered “sure,” as he unlocked the door. Dawn was a sophomore and a very beautiful girl. Mike knew her well, her dad was the president of the school board and their family was very well known in the local community. Dawn herself was a hard working student and a fine person. He grabbed her pottery work off the shelf. “What can I help you with?” he asked, setting a vase down on the table.

“No, not that project, I meant my independent study,” she exclaimed, pushing the vase over and laying her sketch book in its place.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “what did you chose as your point of study?’

“Well sir, you have been so preoccupied lately that I haven’t found time to show you,” she said sadly.

“I know Dawn, I’m really sorry, but I am all yours now,” he guiltily responded.

“A self portrait is what I have been working on. I was hoping you could look it over as I am not sure if the proportions are right, and I want it perfect.”

“Well, let me see what we’ve got,” Mike responded.

“I’m a little nervous Mr. K, you know how I am about my work sir.”

“Dawn, this is me, you know you are one of my most talented students.”

She smiled at him, removed her hand, and moved so that she was standing behind him. He was silent as he opened the cover. His heart pounded hard and his palms got wet as he looked over a fully nude portrait of her! His mouth opened wide but no words came.

She leaned close to him and whispered, “Sir, you’re wearing that shirt I love today.”

Mike remained speechless, and his eyes just couldn’t leave the page. It’s her, he realised, she is the one.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what?” she replied playfully. “Why did I do the drawing or why do I wish you were looking at my actual body the way you are looking at that portrait?”

Dawn moved around from behind him, took the book from his hands and positioned herself so she was directly in front of him. She was sitting on the table with her legs spread just far enough for his hips to be between them.

“Disappointed?” she asked.

“Shocked,” he replied.

“Well sir, you told us to ask if there was something we wanted.” She leant into him, and put her mouth by his ear. “I’m asking,” she whispered seductively.

Mike moved his hips into her; he couldn’t hide the fact that he was excited.

“Please,” she moaned, as she ground herself against his now very erect penis.

“Mmmmm, please sir,” she moaned again.

Mike grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Dawn I can’t,” he stammered, “It would be escort bursa wrong for us to do things, so very wrong.”

Dawn once again just moaned and pleaded, “Oh please sir!”

Mike could no longer resist. All those curious months of repressed passion had led him to this very place and now he gave in to his desires. He couldn’t wait one more moment. Mike kissed her mouth hard and fast, almost sloppily. He wanted her so much he almost didn’t know where to start. He felt her take the initiative and fumble with his fly. He told her to relax, and take her time to get it loose. She did, and his big erect cock sprang free, throbbing hard and leaking clear pre-cum. Mike lifted Dawn’s short skirt so that it was up around her hips. He pushed aside her panties and simply thrust himself deep inside her tight pussy. She cried out, but he stifled her by kissing her mouth. He didn’t know how long he could last before he came. Although she was still fully dressed, the vivid memory of the portrait was burned into his mind.

Mike could see her supple breasts through her shirt. Her nipples were hard and with every thrust of his hips he could see her chest move in and out deeply. He longed to simply rip all Dawn’s clothes off, but he was so close to climax there just wasn’t time.

He looked at her face and decided she needed something more. He moved his hand over her breasts and then down until he found her clit, which was hard like a tiny pearl. He worked her, rubbing all around that sweet bud. Dawn’s breathing became very ragged and she lay back, which allowed him the room to pound her harder. Mike then felt Dawn pumping back to meet his thrusts in unison, and her legs wrapped around his back. He couldn’t help but to moan out loud. Mike couldn’t ever remember being so out of control. He could feel her pussy begin to tighten around his cock. She started shaking as she got closer to orgasm and she became loud as her excitement grew. Mike, remembering where they were, cupped one hand firmly over her mouth to muffle her moans once again. She orgasmed powerfully, her whole body shuddered, as she came multiply, literally covering his balls in her juices.

The tight intensity of her contracting pussy brought him to his own climax as waves of his cum filled her, running out of her pussy, down to her ass and onto the edge of the table.

He pulled her up to him and kissed her with passion. They had finally done what she had wanted to do for so long. He pulled his glistening cock out of her wetness, stepped back, looked at her searchingly, then pulled up his pants and walked to the sink to get her a towel.

“So, you liked my portrait?” she asked playfully.

He laughed nervously, slowly coming to the realization of what just happened. “I am not quite sure yet,” he responded in a mock serious tone.

“WHAT?” Dawn exclaimed.

“Well, I haven’t seen the full model yet to check if the proportions are correct,” he said.

“Well, we will have to arrange that soon,” she replied flirtingly, before she got up and walked out of the door.

Mike wanted to run after her, but instead he just watched her leave. The damage was done and even though he was scared to death, he knew he would not change what had just happened for the world.

* * * * *

I wanted to that thank 11_Carlton, a great editor and friend for helping my with this story! With out your help this would still just be a pleasant memory!

This is my first story on Literotica. It is based on my own true events. I hope you enjoy reading the story. All feed back is appreciated, thanks!!

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So much can change in a day, Kendra thought, as she moved to her desk that morning. Thanksgiving was over, the Christmas season had begun, and so did the mad rush for the realty company she worked for as it tried to tie up all the loose ends and finish the year on a high note.

On the way through the underground parking, Kendra had found out her boss had taken an indefinite leave of absence due to family issues. And in the elevator, Kendra discovered his temporary replacement was going to be Chris, the guy she had been working very closely with recently. So closely that she had developed an unhealthy obsession over him. She hadn’t done anything crazy like stalk him, but he was married, and even though he shared Kendra’s attraction, he tried to be faithful. Besides, any affair at work was an unhealthy one.

And on top of all of this, Kendra was told that their company was suddenly being put up for sale. A number of buyers were already interested, including a major client. The rumors had already spread talk that if said client got what he wanted, then everyone at the office would have to start looking for new jobs.

Kendra tried to remain level-headed about all of that. She knew it was all talk at this point, and any kind of deal could take months to finalize. Besides, while her coworkers and employees might have had nothing better to do than come up with conspiracy theories about the new potential owners, Kendra had something much more pressing on her mind.

Specifically it was what had happened to her on Thanksgiving evening. At first she’d been thrilled that Chris had invited her over for dinner. Kendra would’ve been alone on the holiday anyway, and it was not hard for her to get excited about spending a quiet evening away from the office with the 35 year old handsome hunk whose contagious smile could melt any woman within forty feet of it. Chris had the face of a guy who would’ve made the top ten in any magazine’s “most beautiful people” list, but he was also quiet, kind, and charming.

When he asked her about Thanksgiving, Kendra immediately recalled the time not long ago when, late and alone together in the conference room, they had masturbated in front of each other. He’d pumped that big cock of his and cum on her breasts. And then he’d palmed her pussy and made her climax so hard she didn’t think she’d ever be the same again.

And she wasn’t. Kendra wasn’t the type to fall in love or lust. She’d had her clingy moments and her weaknesses, but those incidents had stemmed from her getting what she wanted, and then not knowing when to quit. This thing with Chris was different. He was hot, yes, but so was she. At 28, she was still young, but carried herself with a more mature, erotic confidence. She was 6 feet tall, with a thicker but still athletic body, and very tan from her full, perfectly rounded ass to her firm, high sitting D-cup breasts. Her face alone left most girls even half her age in the dust, and her long brunette hair sparkled as much as the rest of her.

Kendra usually got the man she wanted. And that was what made Chris so different. She had tried and even come close, but she couldn’t have him.

When she realized that, after he’d invited her to Thanksgiving, Kendra was left disappointed and confused. He made a point to remind her that his wife would be there. Why? Was this his way of giving her a final “not going to happen”? Or was he trying to remind himself that both women could be in his life, but he could only really have one?

Whatever the reason, and against her better judgment, Kendra had accepted the invite. The result was frustrating and embarrassing to say the least. She didn’t want to remember the details of what she’d heard and seen that night before she raced out the door, but Kendra had basically been subjected to a little lesson from Chris’ wife, a lesson that said “I’ve got him, and I’m going to keep him, and you don’t have a chance”. And though Kendra was sure Chris wasn’t in on the planning of that performance, there was no doubt he agreed.

Kendra had spent all weekend thinking about that, and though she knew Chris’ wife had every right to be mad and stake her claim, Kendra couldn’t help but get upset. Yes, Chris was married, and he didn’t want to cheat anyway. But the way his wife just flaunted him almost literally right in front of Kendra as if to say “ha ha, look what I have and what you’ll never get” really pissed Kendra off. She wanted revenge, but more than that, Kendra just really wanted to show Chris that his wife could never give him the pleasure she could.

By the lunch hour, Kendra was surprised she was still feeling bold enough to go through with her plan. Since the break room was still being remodeled, everyone in the office left for lunch. Everyone except Chris, who never ate lunch, and Kendra, who knew this was her chance to get him alone.

The office was empty, and not wanting to waste precious minutes, Kendra hurried to execute her plan as soon as possible. She walked by Chris’ new office, which had a large window looking out onto the rest of the pendik escort office floor. He wasn’t in there, she saw, and for a moment she panicked. She hadn’t seen him in the last hour, and feared he was doing something she hadn’t predicted. But then she saw the light under the door of his new, personal bathroom, which was perfect. She figured all she needed was about sixty seconds.

She let herself into his large office, happy to see that his interim promotion was so unexpected that he didn’t even have any pictures of his wife up yet. Then she stripped, removing her professional suit and revealing black, thigh-high stockings, garter belt, panties, and a bra that made her enormous breasts look even fuller. She ran a brush through her long hair a few times, slipped her heels back on, then reclined in his leather desk chair, feet on his desk and ankles crossed. She watched the bathroom door seductively, her body so eager for what was to come that she had a tough time keeping her fingers off her big, hard nipples or out from under her moist panties.

Then the door opened, and he stepped out.

“Hey there,” she said in a throaty voice.

But then she stopped. It wasn’t him. It was the major client, the guy that could very possibly be buying the company. The guy that had her career and her future in his hands whether he became her boss or not.

His name was Harold Parker, and he was an older gentleman at about 60. Like many men his age, he was overweight, but not by much, and he actually had a very handsome face. Compared to Chris, Mr. Parker was a troll, but compared to a regular guy at the same age, Kendra knew she could easily do much worse. He actually resembled George Clooney in a distant sort of way. Like a beefier Clooney that hadn’t aged quite well as the real thing.

Noticing that made Kendra feel a lot better, because when she saw Mr. Parker’s jaw drop and his eyes lock onto her everywhere at once, she knew there was only one way out of this situation. Normally she never would have even considered this kind of thing, but she knew she had brought this upon herself. Even though Mr. Parker wasn’t the guy she’d planned on seducing, she was horny, he was attractive, and since he hadn’t become outraged yet, that meant she still had a chance to save, if not enhance, her career.

Kendra was feeling ashamed, nonetheless, as she smiled at the older man in the expensive suit, but as he approached her, Kendra grew hotter still, for behind Mr. Parker, on the other side of the office glass, was Chris.

That changed everything. Kendra was dangerously hot for Chris to begin with. And though it was exciting and he was a good looking guy, she knew she would just sort of be going through the motions with Mr. Parker. But now that she knew Chris could see her, Kendra knew she could send an even stronger message to her almost lover this way than with the way she’d originally planned. Sex with Chris would’ve been one thing, but it could have been so sudden that he might break it off with right after they finished. By seducing him this way, however, maybe Chris would get Kendra stuck in his head the same way he was trapped in hers.

All she needed Chris to do, then, was watch.

Mr. Parker had still been lifting his glasses to his eyes when he spotted Kendra, but now he didn’t even bother with them. Kendra guessed this was why he didn’t seem to notice that her eyes were on someone else. She hoped she could keep him busy enough to never notice, because this was going to be a lot more fun if she could see every expression Chris made.

As Mr. Parker approached, he made some comment about how much he’d always liked her, and he never knew business deals could really be this fun. Kendra didn’t pay much attention. But she loved the enthusiasm in his voice. The more aroused he got, the more of an effect it would have on Chris.

Since she would need Chris to see, Kendra had to switch tactics. She couldn’t just lie back in his chair and let Mr. Parker do what he wanted to her. So Kendra stood up, seductively swayed her hips as she met Mr. Parker, and hugged him and kissed him deeply. Her eyes stayed open as she drilled her tongue into his mouth, her hard stare locked on Chris, who watched with wide eyes, but didn’t move a muscle.

Though he was obviously into this, Mr. Parker was also too shocked to jump right into it. He accepted her kiss and kissed her back, but he kept his hands to himself for a while before finally touching her elbows. Kendra took his hands in hers and guided him to grab the bountiful flesh of her ass. He was squeezing immediately, not too hard, but just enough to make it feel really, really good.

Yes, Kendra thought. This was definitely better than her original plan.

As she kissed him, Kendra loosened Parker’s tie, then slipped it off his head, breaking the kiss, and put the tie around her own neck, letting it dangle between her great breasts. She moved the tie from side to side across her breasts, giving Parker the hint and not waiting long for him to pick it up. He reached around her and escort pendik unclasped her bra, spilling her huge tits with their big, dark nipples. He took them in his hands at first, then bent down to take a lick. But one lick wasn’t enough, and so he stayed there, lapping at her and sucking her, and though Kendra hadn’t expected it to feel bad, she was surprised by how good it did feel. She found herself breathing heavily without even thinking about it, and she wondered if she was this hot because of Chris, Mr. Parker, or simply both.

The whole time Parker tended to her breasts and nipples, Kendra watched Chris who just stood there, unmoving, though occasionally swallowing hard. She had him hooked. Hopefully she could just keep him on the line.

A couple minutes had passed when things really began to heat up. Kendra realized that she needed to get into this with Parker as much as she wanted to with Chris. Otherwise her performance might not get the desired effect. And as she thought about that, she noticed that she was getting so hot that it probably wouldn’t take much bluffing. Parker still made love to her chest, and he was getting her increasingly aroused by the second. Still watching Chris, Kendra ran her hands through Parker’s hair, not so much for effect anymore but because she wanted to feel him, and because she wanted to make him feel good.

“Oh God, that’s nice,” she said without intending to. Damn, she thought. She really was getting off on this. Parker moaned at the sound of her voice, so she decided to keep talking. “I love having my nipples sucked. You’re making me so wet.” Though she was indeed saying these things to Parker, her eyes sent the message to Chris, as well.

“How long do we have before the others get back?” Parker asked.

Kendra’s instinct was to tell the truth, and say they had less than an hour–maybe 45 minutes. But at the same time she was still finding it amazing that what Parker was doing to her felt so good. If she gave him a time, then he would try and do his thing to finish by then. But if she left it open, maybe this could last a little, or even a lot, longer.

“Don’t worry about that,” she breathed heavily. “Just tell me what you want.”

His hands were on her ass again, even as he continued to drool all over her chest.

“I want to eat this sweet pussy of yours,” he growled. And even as he said it, he was pushing her towards Chris’ desk while moving his face down between her thighs.

“Oh, Jesus,” Kendra gasped, surprised not just by the offer, but by how hot the idea of it was making her. She saw Chris and knew he was watching every move, but as Parker had her sit on the edge of the desk and licked the crotch of her panties, she couldn’t for the life of her remember Chris’ name.

It was almost instant, as Mr. Parker lapped at her pussy through her soaked panties, that it occurred to Kendra how ridiculous this was. Here she was, sitting her nearly bare ass on her boss’ desk, her legs spread, her hands clutching the hair of the head that was nuzzled between her thighs, and yet she was still trying to think about Chris. Fuck Chris, she thought. Sure, he was hot. And big. But Mr. Parker was making her about as hot as she could ever remember being. He didn’t just deserve her full attention. She wanted to give it to him.

She threw her head back and cried out. It was a reaction, not an act. Mr. Parker had pulled her panties aside and was licking her pussy directly. It was incredible. She arched her back, picking her ass cheeks off the desk and thrusting her cunt forward. Then she grabbed Parker by the hair on his head even tighter, and pulled him to her so his face was lost in her crotch. Then she began begging.

“Oh, Jesus! Oh fuck, oh fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop! Suck on my clit! Yes! Fuck, yes! Put a finger in me!”

Mr. Parker obliged, but only so much. He sucked on her clit lightly and intermittently, and the finger he slipped inside of her pussy only went into the first knuckle. He was teasing her, and Kendra’s whole body bucked and rolled for more. She had started as the seductress, but now it was Kendra who was the prey.

She could have climaxed. It was a big one, fast approaching, and Kendra knew she had seconds, no more, before she’d explode. But as just as she began to brace herself for it, Parker pulled away from her and stood up.

“No! No, don’t stop! God! God dammit!” Kendra cried out with intense lust and need. She was so overwhelmed and frustrated that she didn’t know whether to finish herself or try to calm down. She actually brought her fingers to her clit and began to rub it, but as good as that felt, it still didn’t compare to what she’d felt with Mr. Parker’s tongue there. Yes, she could have brought herself to orgasm, but if she waited, maybe she could get him to. It was a tough decision, but she made it quickly.

Kendra took her hand from pussy and planted it firmly on the desk. She was breathing so hard it looked like she’d just sprinted in a marathon. Even in the cool office, sweat was beginning to run from her brow pendik escort bayan and seep from her pores. Every muscle in her body was tense, and all she could feel was the swirl of fire raging between her legs and flicking throughout the rest of her.

She had to really concentrate on not climaxing, so by the time she had calmed down to a safe zone, she was surprised to see that Mr. Parker was no longer wearing pants, shoes, or socks. He’d stripped right in front of her and she hadn’t even realized it.

Of course she knew what he wanted. It was what she had expected she would’ve already done by this time. But this man, who so many of her coworkers feared and despised, was so generous and thoughtful a partner that he’d given her head first.

Kendra knew how this was supposed to work. He was essentially her superior. She was the hot young woman. She needed the job and the money. So she was supposed to blow him, fuck him, and he would walk away and leave her to clean up the mess. But he had derailed that plot, and in the process really gave her something to think about. And it had nothing to do with Chris.

Who, Kendra only barely noticed, was still outside the office, watching through the glass, and…was he jerking his cock in plain sight?

Kendra couldn’t tell, as she’d only caught a glimpse, and she was too involved with Mr. Parker to go for a second look. If so, good for Chris. But what was good for Kendra was what waited between Mr. Parker’s surprisingly shapely legs.

As Kendra dropped from the desk to her knees, she knew she didn’t want to blow Mr. Parker. She had put herself in a position to be used, but he had catered to her, first. And even if going down on a woman thrilled him, that still didn’t mean he had to do it for so long, or do it so well. He’d actually worked to make her feel good–no, feel amazing–and though she was initially disappointed when he stopped, now she was truly glad he had. If she had climaxed, she wouldn’t be nearly as hot now as she was. So no, Kendra didn’t want to simply blow Mr. Parker. She wanted to swallow his whole fucking cock.

And what a cock. It was huge and strong and hard, pale white as if sculpted from ivory, with veins that bulged unlike any she had seen before. At its base was a mane of thick black hair that extended around both of his fat, swaying balls.

Kendra was too hot to waste time teasing him. She just would’ve been teasing herself. Before her knees hit the floor, she had one hand on his base and one cupping his balls. She took him in her mouth, just loving the taught, dry skin as her lips closed around it and her tongue began it’s magic, but loving it even more as he became slippery from her saliva. She bobbed on him a few times, but she couldn’t get the image of those delicious balls from her mind, so she released him, pulled his prick up, then dipped her face below him and caught his hairy nuts in her mouth.

She normally hated pubic hair in her mouth, but today Kendra was insatiable. Even as the suddenly soaked, matted hair tested her gag reflex, she couldn’t get enough of those testicles, so big and hot and heavy. She sucked them deep and hard, getting them so drenched with spit that by the time she finally needed that cock again and released them, Mr. Parker’s balls were literally dripping wet.

“Damn, Ms. Washington,” Mr. Parker gasped. “It’s been forty years since a woman has gotten me this hot.”

“I’m not done yet,” Kendra replied seriously before engulfing his cock once again. If she’d been his age, she felt like she probably could have said the same thing to him. This was just amazing.

With the cock stuffed between her lips, Kendra’s tongue went wild, but with purpose, teasing and stroking, slashing and rubbing, and all the while her head bobbing on him, her lips jerking his length. Her hands sat idly by, resting on his bare ass. Since he was standing, Parker couldn’t help but thrust his hips toward her, making his cock go deeper, teasing her throat at first, but then, with her help, entering it.

Kendra loved it. She guided him to fuck her face harder by pushing and pulling on his ass. She tried to swallow each time his cock head approached the back of her throat. His balls, still oozing with her saliva, slapped wetly against her chin. Tears forced from her eyes due to the deep-throating rolled down her cheeks, streaking her skin with mascara. It wasn’t long before she was taking him entirely, until her lips slid to his hairy base and her nose bumped his body and she couldn’t breath and her face turned red and purple and she could feel him throbbing all the way down her throat.

She would’ve been impressed with herself if she wasn’t so busy enjoying herself.

Above, Mr. Parker was groaning, no, yelling, and she felt him make a weak attempt at pulling her away, but she was determined to hold him deep in her like this for as long as possible. It was a record she wouldn’t get to attempt, though, because just then Mr. Parker’s entire cock seemed to stiffen up another notch and then there was a hot, heavy sensation that reached even further down Kendra’s throat. For a split-second she thought he’d miraculously grown longer inside her, but then she realized he was cumming, and his body began slapping up against her face to prove it.

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“Hi lover, have you missed me?”

I have to give Bug credit; she’d actually managed three full days before calling. Had I missed her? God yes; after being with her nearly non-stop for 15 days, how could I not? Three full days of being naked and fucking each other senseless, followed by another 12 days of several times a night and again first thing in the morning? If nothing else I was getting withdrawals.

“Oh, hey Bug,” I calmly answered as if it was nothing hearing from her at 10:30 at night, the erection growing in my pants just at the sound of her voice saying otherwise – even if she couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I suppose I’ve missed you. Mostly just getting caught up on my sleep,” I teased. “I wasn’t getting much sleep for the last couple of weeks, and just figured out why – I was sleeping with a Bed Bug! Here all these years I’ve been warning people not to let the Bed Bugs bite – but I think I’m going to have to change my recommendation.” Bug’s laugh was music to my ears.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.”

I chuckled. “Me either. Do you realize that you and I had more sex in two weeks than Debs and I did on our honeymoon?”

“Really?” Her voice sounded puzzled. “You guys didn’t…”

“Oh no, we did,” answering her un-worded question, “it’s just that we’d already been together for two years when we got married. We’d gotten past the doing it whenever we were alone stage, we were keeping it down to just a couple of times a day by then.” Of course that was saying nothing about the illicit nature of our relationship making it that much more exciting.

“I’d say we beat that record by a long shot. God that was fun.”

“That it was.” I really hadn’t thought about how many times we had done it, but it had been practically constant the first few days, and then after that at least every morning and night. There were multiple times during the weeks when one or the other of us had woken and snuggled with the other in the middle of the night, instigating an impromptu session. Even Bug’s mother, my sister Gayle, had helped by allowing us to be alone one afternoon. Everyone else was going into town to do some shopping, but I’d said I wasn’t interested and Bug had opted out too. The snowmobiles and trailers were used to shuttle everyone down the mountain, requiring two trips. When the second load was about to leave and Gayle realized that it was going to be just the three of us left, she suddenly ‘changed her mind’ and made everyone wait while she got her coat to go along. She smiled at me going out the door and said she’d be sure to call before anyone headed back up the mountain. We ended up being alone for nearly four hours – it was practically like it had been our first couple of days. “I’ll bet we did it fifty times.”

“Too bad it wasn’t a hundred.”

“Gees Bug, you had me walking all bent over as it was; what do you want to do, kill me?”

“Uh – uh, I don’t want to kill you but right now there is something else I do want to do to you.”

“Oh is there now? And just what would that be?” There was no mistaking the lusty tone of her voice. I reached down and straightened my dick where it was bunched in my underwear.

“Suck your cock.”

I laughed. “Oh you would, would you? I’m guessing from that statement that your roommate isn’t home?”

“She has a late class tonight; she usually doesn’t get home until about midnight or a little before.”

“So you’re alone for the next hour or so? Too bad we don’t live closer so you could come and see me or I could come and see you.” It was quiet for a moment before she answered.

“Did you find my presents?”

“Presents? No, no presents for me. I found a couple of tiny little boxes with my ski boots and thought they might be for me, they had my name on them, but they must have been for someone else. The sweet little nothings that were in them definitely won’t fit me.”

“So did you like them?” she asked, ignoring my tease.

“Oh my god, yes.”

“Did you put them somewhere special?”

“I guess. They’re in the bottom drawer of my nightstand. But the real special place I want to put them is on you.”

“I can’t wait to have you take them off of me.”

“That too,” I agreed. “So what are you up to right now? Studying?”

“I’m just lying here on the bed thinking of you.”

“Getting ready for bed?”

“Sort of. Just wishing we were together.”

It suddenly dawned on me what Bug was probably doing on the other end of the line. “Bug, what are you wearing?” I asked.

Her naughty giggle told me exactly what she was, or most likely wasn’t, wearing. “If you’ve got FaceTime I’ll show you.”

“Oh really? Am I detecting someone’s being naughty?”

“Maybe.”

“Hmm. I don’t have FaceTime but I’ve got Skype on my laptop, but I didn’t bring my laptop home tonight.”

“Bummer. I was really hoping to see you, to see what I’ve been dreaming about.”

“You’ve been dreaming about me?”

“Ummm. I’ve been dreaming about doing things to you.”

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too. It doesn’t seem possible that it was only four days ago…”

“When are you bringing your computer home again?”

“I normally pendik escort bring it home every night, but I stayed late tonight and I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow so there was no sense in bringing it home.”

“Ok. Too bad. But you’ll have it next week?”

“Probably. I just need to remember to bring it home. Why, have you got something in mind?”

“My roomies got class again so she won’t be home early. If you’ve got your computer, we may not be able to be together, but at least we can see each other naked.”

I’d walked away from everything when we went to Colorado for Christmas. I hadn’t taken my laptop with me, which is always a mixed blessing. For two full weeks I truly was away from work, totally unable to see or respond to the myriad of national and international requests for help while we were gone. Unfortunately, once I returned, I was once again immediately buried in a backlog of work. Within days of returning home the memories of two weeks in the Rockies with my family, especially Bug, had become more dreamlike than real. Had my niece really seduced me, or was it that I seduced her? Had my sister really found out that I was having sex with her daughter and accepted, even approved, of that happening? Certainly she’d been the final reason that Bug and I had been able to continue sharing a bedroom and bed. If my sister had said “over my dead body,” I know Bug and I would have been separated, but instead we’d continued discretely as lovers for the entire two weeks.

I didn’t hear from Janet until the early the next week. She and Rob had family visiting over the holidays; they’d been completely tied up for weeks also, so we hadn’t gotten together since early December. It wasn’t unexpected that she called; it was unexpected that she said she was making arrangements for overnight nursing help so she could spend the night with me. “I need to get away, and for more than just a few hours,” she’d explained.

Except for our first date night, when her husband had conspired to arrange for us to spend the night together, we’d only ever spent time together during the day or evenings when she normally had medical assistance with Rob. Even though I was buried at work, I made arrangements to be off from noon Wednesday until noon Thursday. Midweek was so much easier to arrange for overnight help than it was on a weekend.

When she’d said she needed an overnight away, I understood exactly what she wanted and needed. Being a round the clock caregiver she never got to participate in anything that most of us take for granted. Except when she was with me she no longer did anything away from her home. She no longer went out to dinner, never went to the movies, and never took a walk on the beach. Occasionally we’d caught an afternoon movie together – but doing so reduced the amount of time we had in bed. I’d offered many times, but on a limited time budget, she almost always said no; “wouldn’t you rather just spend the afternoon in bed?” This time when she said she was making arrangements for an overnighter, I knew we were going to do something besides sex – we were going to have a real date.

“It’s a beautiful city, isn’t it?” Janet asked. We were sitting on a bench at Cabrillo National Monument overlooking San Diego Bay and the city; one of the greatest all-encompassing views of a major city to be found anywhere. Janet’s arm was wrapped inside mine, my hand resting on her knee. I didn’t say anything, just squeezed her knee acknowledging her statement.

She sighed, a sigh of contentment. “I really needed this.”

“Why’s that?”

“Oh, you know. When my sister and her family visit, they all help out, but still – it’s my house, and my responsibility to make sure everyone is fed, everyone has a place to sleep, everyone has clean towels, and everyone is taken care of. It’s a great vacation for them, but without Rob it’s all on me. And then, except during the day, I’m taking care of Rob, too. And then when they left I had to put the house back in order. I didn’t realize how much kids make a mess of everything.”

“You don’t like kids?” I asked, reading more into it than what she’d said.

“Oh no, I love kids – it’s just that when they’re around, everything is always a mess.” She shivered, and hugged my shoulder a little tighter. “Let’s go, I’m getting chilled.” It was a cold day for San Diego, in the high 50’s, but with the continual breeze from the ocean it felt much colder. “I told my sister about you,” she said as we walked toward the car.

“How’d that happen?” I responded. Not that I was averse to her telling anyone, after all, I’d told Gloria, Bug, and my sister, but they had a need to know. It didn’t seem like Janet was just one to be telling others that she had a boyfriend elsewhere.

“She wanted to know whether it was possible for Rob and me to still have sex. I told her no, that except for his tongue, nothing works anymore. She was aghast; she said ‘You mean you’re not getting any at all? What do you do, are you married to your vibrator?’ So I told her. I didn’t say it was you specifically, I didn’t tell her who you were, just that we had a friend that was a widower and we got together whenever we could.” She giggled.

“What?” escort pendik I said, looking over to see why she was giggling.

“It drove her crazy! She couldn’t stand that I wouldn’t tell her any more about you. She wanted to know your name, where you lived, how often we got together, how long we’d known each other, whether you were a good lover, whether you had a nice one – and I didn’t tell her anything. For the rest of the time they were visiting she’d drop little hints that she wanted to know more, or she’d ask questions where it would be easy for me to say something about you. I never did though. She finally confessed that although she loved her husband and kids dearly, there were times when her life was just so ‘humdrum,’ that there were times when she wished she could have a lover, a little “variety like she had in college” is how she put it.”

I pulled the car up in front of the practically deserted restaurant. We were early for the dinner crowd and late for lunch so we practically had the place to ourselves. They started to give us a table that was convenient for them to wait on but I asked for a small table overlooking the bay where we could talk a bit more privately. It turned out we were right next to the marina where we could watch the small, and sometimes not so small, boats returning to their slips.

“Are you and your sister close?” I asked when we’d finally settled into our table.

“Not as close as we used to be.” She continued to talk unprompted about her sister and family, telling me about how when they were growing up they’d been rivals and bickered about everything. And then her sister went off to college and found out about sex while she was finding out about sex at home and somehow all their rivalries had disappeared. Whereas before they’d bickered about everything, they found out it was more fun to share everything. “She’s known all my history until now and it drove her crazy not to know.” I didn’t tell her anything about my Christmas yet – just let her talk.

We finished dinner just as the after work crowd was beginning to arrive. Rather than fight rush hour traffic, we detoured to Sunset Cliffs and watched the sunset over the Pacific. A crystal clear evening, the sun set behind a line of black clouds well out over the ocean. “Shall we head for home?” I asked when a shiver shook her body once again.

“Yeah, I guess. It’s just so nice to be outside without having to worry about Rob, or feeding a family, or taking care of things.”

“I put the hot tub on – we can go warm up and still be outside if you want.”

“Oh – now that sounds great!” She turned toward the car and extended her hand for me. I took it and we walked hand in hand to the car.

“Thank you,” she said after she shut the door and I started the car.

“For what?”

“Just being there. Being exactly what I needed tonight, without needing to demand anything from me. My entire life is on demand, sometimes I just need someone to take care of me and my needs – and you do that perfectly.”

I gently laughed. “I don’t know about perfect – I’d say I’m a far cry from that, but I certainly enjoy being with you.”

“Me too.” Janet had talked nearly non-stop all afternoon, and now as we headed home, she seemed to have run out of things to say. The street traffic was light, within minutes we were out on the freeway which was now moving at full speed, the rush hour traffic already having dissipated.

I checked the spa with my hand when we got home although the steam coming off the water actually was enough to tell us it was hot. Janet had long before given up any hints of bashfulness – we stepped into the laundry room and took our clothes off. Wrapping her arms around her naked body, shivering just a bit, she pranced out the door and up the steps toward the spa. I pulled out a couple of towels, waited until she’d started stepping down into the spa before I turned off the outside light, and then carefully walked out myself – my night vision having been destroyed by the bright laundry room lights.

“Umm, this is perfect,” Janet sighed as I dropped the towels on the bench and stepped down into the hot tub myself. As chilly as it was, the water felt almost too hot to begin with, but I rapidly acclimated.

“It feels nice, doesn’t it?” I answered as I settled in and began to warm up. Leaning back against the edge, I turned slightly sideways across from Janet and put one foot up on the bench. Janet pulled away from the far side, turned around and settled into the spot on the seat in front of me, cuddling back into me. I wrapped my arms around her, one on her belly, the other resting on her breast. She turned slightly, lifting her face to mine and I kissed her. Just a short kiss with promise of more to come; she pulled away and settled back into my arms. I squeezed the breast in my hand without pursuing further, understanding what her body had told me: there was more to come, now if I wanted it, but she was perfectly content for the moment to just sit in my arms for a while.

“Can we turn the jets off?” I didn’t answer, just reached for the control and found the button turning the noise and bubbling off. The quiet enveloped us, the steam pendik escort bayan from the water wafting around our faces. “Ahhh, perfect,” she whispered a few moments later.

Neither of us said anything for several minutes, just letting the heat from the hot water soak into our bodies, our eyes gradually becoming accustomed to the night. To the west the dark clouds at sunset were rapidly moving in; I hadn’t heard a weather forecast, but it looked to me like rain clouds.

“How was your Christmas?” Janet asked. “You haven’t told me anything about it.”

“I just haven’t had a chance yet. It was nice hearing about you and your family visiting.”

“I’m sure it sounded like I was complaining, but I wasn’t. It was really nice having them here, but I’m glad that they’re gone, too.”

“I can understand that.” I didn’t say anything for a minute or so, and then began to tell her about my Christmas trip. I backed up to the planning stage, where we’d all decided I would take the suburban and go early, and the decision was made that Bug would go with me, and then continued right into the story. I gave her the long version, telling about Bug’s and my relationship while she’d been growing up; about her nickname and where it came from, about Bug forgetting her bag, about her and Debs. I told her about the snowmobiles, and the lodge, and Bug nearly dying, and about her seducing me, or me her, or both of us seducing each other – however you want to describe it.

“You fucked your niece?” Janet said, more of a statement than a question, when I had paused in my recounting the tale for a bit gathering my thoughts. I’d eased my hug of her long before as we’d warmed up, one of my hands just resting against her hip, the other on my thigh although she still leaned back against me. Her hand was gently stroking up and down my arm.

“We made love,” I answered, indicating that it had been more to me than just sex. Janet rose and slid forward, away from me; moving back to the far side of the spa where she slumped down so only her head was out of the water and put her feet on the bench beside me. Turning myself, I lifted her feet to slide my leg under and began massaging them. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed.

“Ummm, this is absolute heaven,” she whispered a bit later, both of us sitting quietly for a few moments except for my hands kneading her feet. I had just begun to wonder what she was thinking about what I’d told her when she said “Did you tell her about us? Did you tell her about you and Gloria?”

“Of course,” I answered, and picked up the tale from there. I told how we’d spent the better part of several days together alone, and how after everyone else arrived her mother had essentially completed the arrangement for us to share a room – although ostensibly we were just using different beds in the same room. I didn’t tell her about my sister and her husband and their relationship with her brother-in-law and sister-in-law; that wasn’t something that actually happened to me. Although my sister had admitted they were lovers, to me it was still hearsay and needless gossip.

When I finished the story we just sat there for a few moments. She slid a bit further forward in her seat, her foot coming between my legs to find my cock, her toes playing with me. “Did you use condoms?”

“No,” I answered simply, there was no need for explanation – it was what it was. I knew what was going through her mind, and even though her foot was playing naughty with my cock, there was more to be said about this. I reached down and rubbed her foot.

“I fucked my cousin.”

I’d thought she was thinking about what I’d told her – instead this, right out of the blue, caught me by surprise.

“You did? When he was here?”

“Oh no,” she giggled, “He wasn’t here, just my sister and her family. I haven’t seen him in probably 10 years. This was a long time ago. They lived on a farm in Iowa, and sis and I went to visit for the summer. She had to leave a few weeks earlier than me, her college was on a different schedule, so I was there alone for the last couple of weeks. Or, at least I was alone with him.” She giggled again, ‘God it was so much fun – we’d sneak up into the hayloft in the barn. We thought we were being so smart, waiting until everyone was in bed and sneaking out to do it in the middle of the night. During the day we’d take our swimsuits and say we were going to the creek to go swimming but we weren’t wearing our suits. We’d flirted and snuck kisses and stuff when my sister was there, but except for letting him feel me up – she kept interrupting us – we just never got to be alone for more than about 2 minutes. We joked about ‘kissing cousins’ and all, but once my sister was gone there was nothing to keep us apart. We’d done it about 10 times in two days when my Aunt grabbed me on the way out of the house. She just grabbed me by the arm and looked me in the face, and just like that – I knew that she knew. She said ‘Do you need condoms or are you on the pill?’ I was so shocked; I thought we’d been getting away with it, and all I could say was ‘How’d you know?’ She said, ‘Sweetie, I wasn’t born yesterday and you’ve been absolutely glowing for two days. Now I asked you a question – do you need condoms or are you on the pill?’ I told her I was on the pill, and she just said, ‘Ok. You two just be careful now, you hear?’ And that was it; she let my arm go and never said another word.”

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Needless to say, I slept like a baby. I hadn’t cum so much in one day since I’d had a 36-hour shore leave on Okinawa. No big tits there, but one amazing set of triplets!

It was almost noon the next day before Nurse swung into the room. The door closed behind her and she leaned back against it. Hands held behind her, she regarded me from across the room.

“I thought about what you said” she announced. “About tit-fucking.” Her voice dropped as she said the work as if she didn’t want to be over-heard. “I want to try it!”

As she slowly approached the bed where I sat I noticed that she was wearing a large, loose cardigan sweater over her uniform. My pulse was pounding. Could it be? Was she about to let me tit-fuck her super-sized tits?

“I had to look thru all my closets for this old uniform. Most of the ones I have are custom tailored and zip up the back. I don’t think I could get back into that if someone came into the room! I finally found this old one. I haven’t worn it for years!”

Slowly she unbuttoned the sweater. “I have to wear a sweater over it.”

I saw what she meant as she removed the sweater. She had buttoned each button that ran up the front of her uniform. But there were big gaps between the buttons. Stress from her immense breasts caused the uniform to pucker and her bra and skin were clearly visible thru the gaps!

“God” I breathed. “That’s almost obscene! I see why you wore a sweater! Does it make you too hot? I asked.

“You make me too hot!” She replied. “I’ve never acted like this before in my life! I can’t believe all the things we’ve done! And last night I hardly got any sleep because of thinking about you and what we could do today!”

“What we could do today?” I asked. “What do you mean? What can we do today.” I was hoping I knew.

“You know,” she breathed. “What you told me about. What you learned in Japan. I want to try tit-fucking!” Her voice was hoarse with passion. “I want to enfold your immensity between my breasts and let you stroke and stoke until you cum all over my big tits. My super big tits,” she repeated in a whisper. Her eyes glowed as she spoke.

Her hands went to the topmost button. “How do we do this?” she asked.

“Well,” I suggested, “you should unbutton your uniform.”

“I want to do this slowly,” she said. “I want to tease you and get you as excited as I can”

“Well that won’t be too hard!” I said. “I always get excited when you are around.”

“I want you to be as hard as possible,” she murmured as she toyed with the second button of the uniform. “I was surprised that I could fit into this uniform. It’s one of the first one’s I got when I started nursing school. But it still fits pretty well! Well, from the waist down.” She grinned at me.

“When I tried it on this morning and looked in the mirror I could hardly believe it! I’m practically bursting at the seams. There is no way I should be wearing this today. But I really wanted to try this ‘tit-fucking’ and this is the only uniform I have that doesn’t zip up the back. So, if someone interrupts us I’ll at least have a chance to get back into it!

“Do you want me to help?” I offered, reaching for the next button.

“No, silly, “she slapped at my hand. “I want to see how hard you get if I tease you. I don’t think we’ll be interrupted for a while. Let me play.”

“See how tight it is across my bust?” She stepped way from the bed and pulled her shoulder back in emphasis. As she did so the next button popped oven.

“Wow!” She giggled. “Did you see that?”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“Slide out of that gown,” she commanded. “But don’t touch your self! I want to see you get hard while I undress a little for you!” I know you like big tits! Have you ever seen bigger tits than these?”

Half the buttons on her uniform were undone by this time and I could see creamy cleavage that stretched almost from her throat to where her uniform was still buttoned. Now that the top of her uniform was open her boobs were starting to spill out into the open! Large swells rose up like twin whales breaking thru the surface.

“You know I haven’t!” I said. “You have the biggest tits I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m glad,” she purred. “I like to see the lust in your eyes when you look at me. But despite how big I am, I’m really firm too!” She shook her shoulders to demonstrate for me. Her cleavage jumped and shook. The huge swells of flesh that were pushed above the cups of her bra rolled and shimmied firmly against each other.

“See? See how they shake for you,” she asked. “See how my breasts shimmy, I really want to set them free. For you to hold and caress.”

Quickly she unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and pulled her uniform off her shoulders and down to the waist. Proudly she stood in front of me, basking in my lust-filled stare.

“This is my tightest bra!” she announced. “I stood in front of the mirror last night and tried on all my bras. I thought this one was the sexiest that I had. It’s a little too small. pendik escort It makes my boobs swell up out of the cups. Don’t you think that makes them look even bigger than usual?”

“I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve seen you in your bra.” I replied.

“But don’t you think that the way my tits surge up over the cups is sexy?” She pouted at me. “This bra is really tight! I look like I’m spilling out of it every where!

“Well, let me try to tuck you back in then.” I suggested.

I reached out and again she slapped at my hand. She giggled and pouted at me. “Let me show you!”

Her hands caressed the sides of her bra and then slid underneath. Her hands were lost from sight. She strained to lift them up, causing each breast to surge upward, rising toward her shoulders. Gently she shook the massive breasts, causing them to rock and shake. It looked as if they would escape the confines of her bra at any moment. I thought I heard the fabric groan. She pulled her hands way and we both watched as those fabulously immense boobs shook and shimmied until they settled into place.

“God, that feels so good. I never knew how much enjoyment I could have from my breasts!” she breathed. “It feels so good! And I like to see the look in your eyes while I play with them, too!”

She reached behind herself. “This bra has six catches,” she told me. “It’s hard to fasten them or to unfasten them. Usually I just turn the bra around and do it in from of me . But I want to be a tease, and this is sexier.”

She bent forward from the waist. Her tits surged forward strongly. Again I thought that they would escape the grip of her bra but no, it maintained its control.

“There!” She exclaimed. “That’s the last one!” Slowly she stood up and carefully slid each arm free of the straps of the bra leaving her breasts enveloped in the massive bra cups. Her tits settled lower on her torso. She cupped her hands over the ends of her tits squeezing her nipples thru the bra and squeezed them against herself.

“I love to do this,” she said. “I did this in front of my mirror last night. See how big they look!”

It was true! With her hands pressing her vast tits back against her rib cage they swelled outward to the sides. Her tits were crushed against each other in the middle of her chest and pushed at least a foot out to each side it seemed. Nurse Erika had a proud look on her face as she watched my slack-jawed stare of amazement.

“So big, aren’t they, honey? Would you like to feel your big dick slide up between them until you cum on my face? I’d like to feel that too!” she cooed in a sultry voice.

With a teasing twinkle in her eyes she allowed the bra to slide off her tits. It landed unnoticed on the bed between us. For the first time I gazed enraptured upon her bosom. Her hands continued to fondle her bosom.

My jaw dropped as I watched her manipulate herself. When she squeezed them together with her forearms, her breasts formed a cleavage that looked as if it could swallow a baseball bat! Her breasts ballooned outward fantastically from her chest. When she pressed her nipples inward the upper swells of her tits rose above her shoulders and the lower curves hovered below her navel. I couldn’t see her belly button! She rolled her tits from side to side, up and down. She piled them up, one atop the other and then rolled the upper one below the other. The nipple of the top boob was almost a foot in front of her mouth. She pulled them as far off her chest as she could, forming incredible cones of flesh that stretched out far, far in front of herself.

She pulled and twisted her nipples, forcing them to become massively erect. Using both hands she bounced one and then the other breast. They slapped heavily against her body and one another as she bounced them up and down, then swung them left and right!

“You like that?” Her face was alight with lust and passion as I stared at her. She was breathing fast, her tits falling and rising in front of me.

“Magnificent!” I sighed. “Just fabulous!” I was hard as a rock!

Centered upon each breast was a nipple, erect and quivering from her self-manipulation. Surrounding it was a light pink areola that spanned perhaps three inches. Despite their size they appeared diminutive when compared to the incredible vastness that they rode upon. They were situated just on the upper swell of each breast and seemed to be looking upward and slightly outward. Her lower sweeps of breast flesh rested several inches below her navel. The massive tits swept strongly upward and outward. The outer swells were much more than shoulder wide. Eight, maybe ten inches wider than her rib cage I guessed, now that they were not constrained by a bra. Faint stretch marks showed where her tits swept upward to join her body just below the armpits. Despite how far outward each breast swept they were so big that they were almost touching each other in the middle of her body. I thought that only a finger’s width separated them for the length of those breasts. escort pendik

“Turn sideways.” I asked her.

She turned, giving me a wonderful profile view. She stuck out so FAR!

“Put your hands behind your back!” I commanded. As she stood there her tits projected forward, thrusting massively outward from her body. The softly-pointed masses rose and fell with her breathing. “Now put your hands behind your head, please.” Her breasts lifted wonderfully with the movement of her arms.

“God, you are magnificent,” I said in a hushed whisper. “You are just magnificent. So huge, so firm, so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she responded. “I’m glad you like me so much. I’m glad you admire my tits. I love having you stare at them!”

Her hands reached out and drew my hands to her bosom. “I’ve been waiting to feel your hands on my breasts for so long!”

“As long as I’ve been waiting, too,” I said.

“And your lips,” she pleaded, as she drew my head closer to the vast swells that my hands were gently manipulating. “I want to feel you kiss and lick my nipples. I want to feel your tongue on me. I want to have you suck my tits!”

Over the next ten minutes I did all of those things and more while her hands gently teased my super hard dick. Sometimes she would direct me from one tit to the other.

Finally she drew back and sighed. “Now, I want to feel your hard dick between my tits. I want to stroke up and down as I hold my tits tight around your cock. I want to feel you cum between my tits!” Her voice got more and more excited as she spoke.

I leaned a little away from her and held my dick upright with one hand. Smiling she slipped her forearms under her tits and gently parted them. I noticed that her breasts were longer than her forearms! She leaned slowly forward to capture my dick between her soft pillows of flesh. We both groaned in unison as my dick vanished between her titanic tits. Gently at first and them more vigorously she lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped. Her tits massaged every inch of my rock hard dick. Her tits were so big that my prick never appeared!

For several minutes she worked. Her eyes alternated between watching her gigantic tits and staring into my eyes. Her tits were like warm pillows around my dick. I could feel the temperature rising as she worked. Her tits were caressing my dick for it’s entire length.

Finally she lowered her bosom to rest on my stomach. Her tits covered me from below my crotch almost to my nipples. As she released the pressure on the sides of her tits they sagged gently to each side and the red, bloated head of my dick appeared out of her cleavage. Whimpering with lust she dropped her lips dropped onto their prize. For long seconds she sucked and licked. She gathered up all the pre-cum she could from her tits, her cleavage and my dick.

Then, with a small coo if success, she again enveloped me with her tits lifting and dropping them around my dick as before.

“Now!” she commanded, “I want you to come between my tits. I want you to spurt all over the biggest tits you’ve ever seen. I want you to drain your self between my boobs!”

She began to alter her motion. For a woman who claimed to have never heard of tit-fucking she was doing a hell of a swell job! Alternating left and right, up and down, rolling them against each other, then in unison. I was groaning with lust watching the huge swells of her tits as they massaged my dick. They shook and quivered, slapping softly against my stomach and each other!

I groaned deep in my throat and started to unload between her tits. Pulse after pulse traveled up my dick and wad after wad shot out to splash between her boobs. Finally she dropped the death-grip that she had maintained on her boobs and she grabbed my dick with both hands.

Grinning broadly she jacked the last few dregs of my cum onto the upper slope of her tits. She smiled proudly up at me as she wiped the head of my dick thru the ropes and puddles of cum that covered her upper body.

“Was that good for you?” she asked.

“That was the BEST!” I told her. “I’ve never cum so much in my life! I don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again for a while!”

“That’s too bad,” she said. “That was fun but I didn’t get off! I loved seeing you enjoy yourself between my super huge titties but it left me unsatisfied.

” Maybe I can make it up to you sometime?” I asked.

“Oh, I bet you will,” she said. I glanced at the watch while she started to clean us up. It was almost one o’clock. We had been at this for almost an hour! I was surprised that no one had disturbed us yet. But grateful!

I glanced back at Nurse in time to see her licking the cum off the top of her boobs. She saw me looking and with a nasty grin she made a production of licking her tits, her tongue searching out every drop of jism that I had spilled onto her. What she couldn’t reach with her mouth she scrapped up with a finger and sucked off with lurid sounds and that dirty, nasty smile on her face.

I pendik escort bayan couldn’t believe it but I was getting hard again just watching her! Nurse was quick to notice the revival of my dick and seemed regretful as she picked up her bra from the bed where it had lain unnoticed.

“If you don’t mind,” she said, “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom.”

Holding the bra between the cups she sauntered to the bathroom. I took note of two facts. One; the bra clasps dragged on the floor — that was one really LARGE bra. And two; her breasts bobbed and swung solidly such that I could see both outer swells from behind her. God, did she have big tits! And a nice ass, too I noticed in passing.

The bathroom door had just shut and I was getting back into bed, trying to rearrange my stiff dick when the hall door swung open.

It was the Candy striper with my lunch.

“Here we are,” she chirped as she came in. “Sorry it took so long but we’ve been busy and yours is the last lunch I have to deliver.”

Her gaze seemed riveted on the bed as she brought the tray to me. She placed the tray on the bedside stand but let it sit there as she turned to me.

“It may be your lunch time, but I see something I want to eat” she grinned at me. “I can pick up where I left off!” she exclaimed as her hand grasped the thick tube of my dick where it lay under the covers. “I was hoping that I would find you still here today and look, here you are, and in the same condition that you were in the last time I saw you!”

Her hand was stroking my now thoroughly revived dick to full stiffness.

I noticed the bathroom door start to swing open and then close leaving just enough room for one green eye to gaze at the scene playing out less than ten feet from the bathroom door.

“I can eat later,” I proclaimed as I pulled the covers off my crotch.

“God, you’re a HORSE! I’ve never seen one so big! I hope I don’t get interrupted again!” She was practically panting with lust as she stoked up and down on my dick with both hands.

“Well, you’ll have to work fast then,” I told her. “Now get your lips on my dick and suck it! Like a big lollypop!” I held her hair up off her face with one hand while I squeezed her breast with my other hand. I didn’t want Nurse to miss a minute of this!

“Yes, Daddy,” She giggled. “I like this all day sucker!”

Her lips locked on, just beyond the rim of my dick head. Fast and furious, with no finesse but with boundless enthusiasm she worked on my dick. There was no way she could take much more into her mouth but it didn’t matter. Her hot lips and soft tongue worked in unison with her stroking hands to bring me quickly to a peak.

As I started to spurt I forced her mouth down onto my dick. In spite of all the cum that Nurse had gotten out of me I was completely replenished. Knowing that she was watching from the bathroom door had me as excited as I had ever been. The Candy striper was completely overwhelmed as I climaxed, pouring wad after wad of cum into her mouth. She choked on the torrent of cum she couldn’t handle, cum spurting out of her nose, drooling from the corners of her mouth and puddling on my stomach as she tried vainly to handle my cock.

“Good job, kid!” I praised her. She was wiping her face with a tissue and started to reach for me when I stopped her.

“You better get back to work,” I suggested. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up in the bathroom!”

“Okay, can I stop by later and see you?” she asked as she walked to the door.

“We’ll see.” I responded.

As she left I stepped into the bathroom.

Nurse was sitting on the toilet. Her hands buried under her skirt, her face flushed with passion, she looked up at me as I stepped in front of her. Her arms were forcing her breasts tightly together in front of her. She had put her bra back on but not fastened it. Her uniform was gathered at her waist. Her breasts were shaking and bobbling all over her chest from the frantic activity of her hands and arms. I thought that they would break free of the bra’s restraint at any second.

“Your big dick… she couldn’t handle all of it. You almost choked her!” Her voice was hoarse and laden with passion. “So much cum, you fed her so much cum. I couldn’t stand to watch it!”

“She left a mess,” I pointed out. “Why don’t you clean up after her?”

I pulled her face to my groin. My legs brushed against her tits as she leaned forward.

At once her tongue swept out to lick up the gobs of cum that had collected on my lower stomach and in my pubic hair. She was moaning and sobbing as she licked and slobbered her way all over my groin,

“So dirty, so nasty,” she groaned. “Watching her jack off your huge dick and swallow all that cum! It made me so hot. I’m going to cum. I don’t want to cum, I’ll be too loud! I can’t stop!” She was fingering herself frantically as I watched her lick me clean.

“I can’t believe how much you came! I let you tit-fuck me and less than ten minutes later you came like a river for that little tramp. You came so fast!”

“I came so fast because I was thinking about your big titties and knowing you were watching us” I told her. “Her tits aren’t anywhere near as big as yours,” I pointed out.

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Disclaimer: All characters and events in my stories are purely fictional and all characters are of legal age of consent. Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely coincidental.

Author’s Note: This is just a really short and kind of silly one for the impregnation fetishists out there. You know who you are 😉

*

As I laid in my bed, staring up at my ceiling, I wondered how on Earth I got here.

I mean, I understood the steps. A journey is always a series of events, of steps, or choices, that leads you from one moment, one place, one life, to the next. It was hard for me, though, to understand what sequence of things could have lead me so far from where I had started.

You see, I was horny. Incredibly horny. And of course, being the sort of Catholic I had become, I wasn’t allowed to spill my seed outside of a woman.

That might sound ridiculous to you, which is actually just what I was thinking. I was born and raised as a… whatever you want to call nothing. It’s probably an atheist or an agnostic or something, but I never even gave it enough thought to really figure that part out. Labels were never a big thing to me, and neither was religion or spirituality or whatever you want to call that stuff.

But, as life tends to do, I had been thrown a curveball. The girl I liked, Grace, was Catholic. In fact, I wagered to guess that she was some particularly strict and cult-like type of Catholic, because the rules that she explained to me seemed way stranger than the stuff I’d heard from people before her. They went to church, they didn’t eat meat some of the time, they had to atone for their sins, and so on and so forth. Of course, she didn’t tell me about the whole ejaculation ban until after I’d invested a bunch of time and effort into the relationship. And, as you probably guessed, she wouldn’t date someone who wasn’t the same religion as her.

So there I laid, staring off into the distance, sporting a huge boner that would find no peace. It would, like those that came before it, simply give up and fade away. And being a man, and a particularly sexual one at that, I couldn’t help but touch it a little as I laid there. I stroked it gently, admiring my neglected penis, thinking about it and what it was going through.

I didn’t take enough time to appreciate things when I had the chance. Take my dick, for example. It wasn’t a magical unicorn horn or anything, but I really hadn’t given it the admiration that it deserved. It was definitely above average in size, both longer and thicker than what the average was by a pretty decent margin. I was sure, because I had looked it up more than once. For the next week, it was going to get exactly zero love.

Actually, that was another weird thing about Grace’s brand of Catholicism. Especially after she told me she’d never swallow, I had totally expected her to tell me that there would be no sex until marriage. But no, apparently that wasn’t a thing for them. Weird, right? I could never understand religious people in the first place, though, so I guess it shouldn’t have shocked me that much.

Oh, and Grace was worth it. I mean, she had an incredible body, and the sex was amazing. Her tits were about as perky as I could imagine real tits being, though not huge. Then again, judging by her mom’s DDs that were almost gravity-defying, tuzla escort I had something to look forward to after we had kids. Her family also had good genes in general. You know, good looks, thin but not skinny bodies, nice skin. Again, judging by her mom, she was going to look smoking hot when she was older.

Okay, I probably shouldn’t have thought about her mom. But honestly, Jana was gorgeous. The same brown eyes and straight brown hair as her daughter, but with the wider hips and much larger breasts that came with age and children. She had a slightly rounder face than her daughter, which I found cute.

I felt my cock stiffening more as I thought about her.

Fuck. I really wished I could just jerk off already.

Then again, in less than a week I’d be back to having sex with Grace again. As per her religious moral, she couldn’t let me cum anywhere else, so it was a solid one-hundred-percent creampies from day one. That was definitely something I’d never experienced before.

Unfortunately, she was getting into the fertile part of her cycle, so there was no sex until it was safe again. We’d agreed not to have a baby yet, and since she gave me no other options about where to cum, it meant we couldn’t have sex at all.

Was I disappointed? Of course. But like I said, I was invested. Giving up now just wasn’t worth it. Besides, we were going to spend that entire weekend with her parents — so it’s not like most girls would have been sleeping with me anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Saturday morning, I hurriedly rushed back upstairs and plopped myself on the bed Grace and I were sleeping in for the weekend. My cheeks were bright red, and my dick was absolutely stiff as a board.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

You see, Grace’s family usually got up super early and did things. She’d left me a note that she’d gone out with her dad, and that she’d be back in a few hours. Her mom’s car was also gone when I went downstairs, which didn’t surprise me either. After all, they always did a ton of stuff on the weekends.

What did surprise me is what happened when I went downstairs to shower.

I’d gone down in just my pj pants, carrying a towel, and gone right into the downstairs bathroom. I don’t know why the light and the fan being on didn’t faze me, but I guess it was because they often left the fan on to clear out the steam after a shower and I figured the light was just an accident.

I closed the door behind me, locked it, and went to hop into the shower. I can remember slipping my pants down and hanging up my towel, and then flinging open the shower curtain. Not for a second did I expect Jana to be standing there.

I guess in hindsight she was just finished her shower and had left the door unlocked. It took me a moment just to realize what was happening, as both of our faces flushed with blood. Of course, blood also rapidly pumped other places as well.

We both just stared at each other, our eyes roaming up and down each other’s bodies. I remember thinking that her tits were even bigger and perkier than I thought they were from seeing her in a bikini, and that her nipples were pretty big. Of course, I also found out where Grace got the idea of waxing her pussy save for a little landing strip.

Fuck, she was hot.

Obviously, the moment didn’t tuzla escort bayan last long. As she covered herself and her blank expression turned to fear and shock, I spun around and rushed upstairs, still naked. I couldn’t even pull myself together enough to grab my towel.

And there I laid, completely stunned. My mind couldn’t let go of that image, and my hand wouldn’t stop touching my dick. I couldn’t take it. She was way too fucking hot not to masturbate to after I’d seen her full frontal.

I closed my eyes, remembering what she looked like and imagining her straddling me as my hand started to stroke up and down my cock.

Knock knock!

I opened my eyes, looking down past myself at the door.

“David?” Jana’s voice asked.

“Hello?” I called back, wondering why she had come up. She probably wanted to assure me that she wasn’t going to freak out and call me a pervert.

Instead of answering, I saw the door slowly open.

Fuck. I forgot there wasn’t a lock on the door.

I fumbled with the blankets I was laying on, but to no avail. Jana walked in, and I was still completely naked.

To my surprise, so was she. She was hugging her breasts and covering her nipples with one arm, and covering her pussy with the other hand. Still, it hardly seemed appropriate. Seeing so much of her skin was an incredible turn on.

“Don’t come in” I said, covering my erection as best I could with my hands.

By the time I said it, she was already moving up beside the bed.

“I must have forgot to lock the door” she said with a laugh.

“I’m sorry I didn’t knock” I apologized. “Your car was gone, so I didn’t expect you to be home.”

She shrugged.

“Marc’s getting it fixed, so I’m stuck at home right now.”

“Oh…” I said. That explained it.

She looked up and down my body.

“Seeing me naked must have really turned you on” she said.

I didn’t know what to say.

“If I didn’t come in, were you going to masturbate to me?”

Again, I had no idea how to answer that. Clearly, I couldn’t be honest.

“Well?” she demanded. “Were you or not?”

I hesitantly nodded. Honesty was probably not the best policy here, but she didn’t seem to be giving me any choice.

“Yeah” I admitted. I was pretty sure this was bad.

“You don’t care at all that it’s an affront to God?”

I avoided eye contact.

“It’s really hard” I admitted, the double-meaning accidental.

She looked at me sternly.

“God lead us to that shower, and we’ve both hurt him but committing adultery. We have to trust him now.”

I was confused.

“Adultery is having sex outside of marriage” I asserted.

She shook her head, her expression serious.

“Adultery is coveting. We aren’t resisting our sin if we’re only hesitating because we’re afraid of being rejected. If we aren’t resisting our sins for God, then we’ve already sinned.”

That made absolutely no sense. At all. Not one bit.

I watched her hands let go of her body, and move over to mine. Her left hand stroked up my arms and caressed my chest, while her right slid under my own and took hold of my penis. I tried to hold eye contact, but my eyes couldn’t help by take a nice close look at her breasts and pussy.

“God brought us here so I could save you from escort tuzla temptation” she cooed.

I was so confused, but the feeling of her stroking my erection was too much. I couldn’t tell her to stop. I wanted to cum so badly.

I watched her climb up onto the bed, her huge tits swaying up above me as she straddled my hips.

“God knew that you were going to give in to your sin and spill your seed on the ground. He brought you to me, so you could find release without betraying him.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was ninety-nine percent sure she was suggesting that the two of us fucking and me cumming inside of her was more moral than me jerking off. Did she actually think she was making sense?

“What about the adultery? Isn’t that a sin too?” I kind of kicking myself for asking. At this point, a woman I had wanted for ages was positioning the crux of her legs over my dick, about an inch from fucking me, and I was trying to convince her it was wrong.

“Of course it was, but even after wanting you inside me, I still love God. He knows that this is important for you, to find your way. It’s about so much more than one act.”

She rubbed the head of my dick up and down between her lips, getting it nice and wet. Then, she pushed back and down, forcing herself onto it.

Fuck. She felt absolutely amazing.

“Jaaaannnnaaa…” I moaned, feeling myself slide up into her. She was so warm and wet, yet nice and tight around me.

I could tell be the look on her face that she was enjoying it too.

“You’re so thick…” she whispered.

This was it. I was fucking her. I had to make the most of it.

I reached up and grabbed her tit, bringing it to my mouth and sucking on her big nipple. It was so hot. I felt her rocking back and forth, riding my dick sensually. It was throbbing with pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by what was actually happening.

“You can spill it now” she moaned. “I can feel him smiling down on us. He wants us to make this child in his name.”

My mind bounced around, processing her words.

She wanted me to cum inside her.

I hadn’t cum in days, so there would be a lot.

Wait, make a child?

Is it safe?

Girls sync up when they’re around each other a lot.

Grace is at her most fertile.

She’s around her mom all the time.

Her mom is probably at her most fertile too.

I’m not wearing a condom.

Realizing what was actually going on was too much. I reached around her, grabbing her ass and pushing her down against my pelvis. I could swear the head of my cock pushed against something semi-hard inside her as the tingling in it finally spread out from it and exploded through my body.

“Nnnnnggg!” I moaned, my mind washed white by the intensity of my orgasm.

I felt my dick twitching, felt my cum spurting up through my dick. It was right up inside of her. Every jet of cum that sprayed into her sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and Jana gave a satisfied moan as she felt me cumming inside her. After a moment she collapsed forward and onto me, panting and snuggling into my shoulder.

A few minutes passed like that, my cock still twitching inside her every few seconds, until it was finally done. I could feel it softening, a little bit of my cum already leaking out of her.

“It feels incredible to honour God, doesn’t it?” she asked.

I laid there, realizing that I had probably just impregnated my own mother-in-law.

“Yeah” I said.

I’ll never understand religion.

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When Brad came home from school, I went to speak to him.

“Brad I gotta know, how did you get Cindy to go along with you?”

Brad looked at me with pity. “Rick, you to be confident. You gotta believe that you have something that every woman needs. I have a huge, you know what. Woman go crazy over me. I have such a reputation that almost every day women come to me, to get laid.”

I couldn’t believe him. It was too incredible. Brad is not the sharpest knife in the world, and the idea that women are throwing themselves at him just didn’t mesh.

“Prove it.” I said.

“Amy is easy. Go to her, act confidently, and see what happens.”

“Amy? I’m not looking for Amy. Besides, Amy is so pure, she wouldn’t want to be with her brother.”

“Your wrong. Amy is hot! She’s also horny, she’s given herself to me many times.”

“You have a very interesting and sick imagination.” I said as I left his room.

***

A week passed. I couldn’t get the conversation that I had with my brother out of my mind. Had he really propositioned Amy? Would Amy really go to bed with me? I used to see Amy as the purest thing in the world (you might even say I had a crush on her), but since that Friday I’ve begun to notice that Amy is a real woman.

I saw on Wednesday when she forgot to close her third buttonhole. On Friday when she bent down to pick up a book she’d dropped, bursa escort exposing her knee. She might be a great girl, but even she isn’t perfect. Maybe she’d say yes to me.

I decided to give it a try. (I needed someone to say I have worth, and if that involved forcing myself on my sister, that is what I would do! This would be good emotionally)

I went to Amy’s room. She was sitting on her bed writing something. (Probably college homework. Mom used to drive Amy nuts about using the desk to do her homework, but Amy says sitting by the desk makes her tired, so she’d rather work in bed.)

I walked into her room. Amy didn’t notice me. I waited about 7 minutes. Finally, Amy looked up to grab her cup of soda that was always ready on her nightstand.

“Oh hi Rick! How you doing? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Hi Amy. I’m doing better. How are you? How long you been doing homework?”

“Thanks for asking. I’m doing well. Just finishing this killer homework Mr. Zallowski gave us. I should be done in 5 minutes.”

The regular Rick would say no problem, but I was determined to act as Brad instructed. ‘I hope I don’t blow this’, I thought.

“Amy, I need you to put your homework away and listen to me.”

She must of thought I wanted to discuss Cindy or something because she said, “Oh poor Rick! Okay, I’ll close this book and we can talk.”

I waited bursa escort bayan until she closed the book, cleaned up her bed space and made room for me before I corrected her.

“I haven’t come to talk so much as to do something with you.” She gave a quizzical look. I still couldn’t get myself to say what I wanted, the lack of confidence that Brad was talking about. ‘Maybe it would be easier if I showed her’, I thought.

“Amy, will you do what I want?”

“Rick I have always loved you, I will do whatever you want.”

I started to unbutton my shirt. I figured this was pretty harmless, yet told a strong story, she would understand what I wanted and if there were no objections I wouldn’t have to be embarrassed for any future actions.

“Stop.” A quick word from Amy that cut through the room and my heart.

‘Shoot!’, I thought.

“Rick shouldn’t you close the door first?”

I ran and closed the door. By the time I got back to her bad my shirt was off and I was working on my pants (trousers). Within 2 minutes I was naked.

I started on her. First I started unbuttoning her blouse. She whispered, “You could pull it off now.” Up went her arms and together we exposed her bra and belly button!

I felt my dick start to swell (until then I was way to nervous to have any sort of an erection), and I tried hiding it by going behind her to remove her escort bursa bra.

I found the hook, and (it was easier than I had heard in the bathrooms of junior high) removed her bra. I held it in my hand, white on white with tiny ruffles on the cups.

I wanted to go in front to get a good look at her, but I was very self conscious, what if Amy laughed at my first mate?

I stalled by unzipping her skirt.

I went around the front and saw my sister’s breasts for the first time. Her breasts looked different than I imagined, I thought they would be rounder, but I was so turned on I could hardly think at this point.

And then I saw her face.

“Amy? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine Rick.”

She was not fine. ‘She doesn’t like my dick. Brad’s must be huge and mine must be small or odd looking.’

“Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

“Rick if you want this, I’ll help you. I love you.”

I felt ashamed with myself. ‘How could I do this to Amy? It seemed like she was into this, but obviously she was just to make me feel better. I am such a loser!’

“I’m sorry Amy. I believed Brad’s story for a second. That’s why I did this.”

“What did Brad say?”

“Brad said if I act confidently, you’ll throw yourself at me like you do for him.”

“Brad told you that?”

“He did. He such a liar, no?”

“Well… he’s not such a liar, but he is a little slow.”

“What! You want to have sex with Brad and not me?” I felt betrayed, juvenile, and humiliated.

“Rick I’ll tell you the whole story don’t run any where. But let me put on a robe first.”

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Haley was a spoilt girl. At the age of 18 she’d just moved home from her expensive boarding school, waiting to go away to an even more expensive college in the autumn. The boarding school was courtesy of her biological father who’d never wanted anything to do with her, and who’d only met her once. Her mother had been a waitress at his country club. He’d fucked her a couple of times and she’d been stupid enough to think that he’d actually marry her if she got herself pregnant. He wasn’t prepared to do any of the sort, but had been very generous to Haley and denied her nothing, in financial terms, in exchange for not having to give her his name or have anything to do with her. The only time they did meet was when Haley got seriously ill as a girl and he was asked to donate bone marrow.

Haley’s mother had married Dirk, a widowed farmer with three sons. They hadn’t been the Brady Bunch and there’d been no more children. Haley had been at boarding school since the age of 10 so she didn’t feel close to anyone in her family. In fact, with her sophisticated taste and generous allowance, she considered herself better than the rest of her family. Dirk was a farmer. Her oldest stepbrother Colin was his father’s farmhand. Her middle stepbrother Justin was a truck driver. The youngest stepbrother Phil was a butcher’s apprentice. The brothers were between 23 and 29 years of age and all married to local girls who Haley considered dumb, ugly and fat. In fact, she’d told them so to their faces so the dislike was mutual.

It wasn’t just her expensive beauty regime, gym toned body and designer wardrobe that set her apart from her family. She spoke with an educated prep-school accent, whereas anyone could hear from a mile away that her kin was Oklahoma country folk. The list of reasons why they’d never been invited to any events at her school, or why she never invited her friends to come and stay with her, was endless. Most summers she’d been invited to her friends’ rich families’ summer homes, or tagged along on cruises and European tours, but this summer was different. She’d been set to spend most of the summer with her best friend Simone, but those plans had been cancelled last minute when Simone’s brother had been in a serious car crash and ended up in a coma in hospital. Haley had been forced to go home for a 3-month long torture.

She’d been home for nearly two weeks when her mom got a call from her aunt. Haley’s grandma was dying and her mom had to go and be with her. There wasn’t money for the whole family to travel, and Haley didn’t intend to pay her own airfare to the only place she knew that was worse than the farm in Oklahoma, the place she’d renamed End-of-Beyond, North Dakota. So that left her home alone with Dirk and the idiot brothers.

Colin’s wife Amy Sue had taken their daughters Britney and Kiley (“Arrrgh! It’s Brittany and Kylie, you morons!” Haley wanted to yell at them) to see her parents while their house was fumigated so Colin came to stay with Haley and Dirk at the farm. It was a sunny Monday morning and Dirk and Colin were hard at work in a field so Haley decided to do some sunbathing. She knew that they’d brought packed lunches with them so she expected them to be out all day, as usual. She put on bursa escort her skimpy white Gucci bikini and her huge D&G sunglasses and picked up her iPod. When she was in her sun lounger she looked around. She had plenty of privacy. Even though she couldn’t spend the summer at an exotic location, she was determined that she’d look as though she had, and that included sunbathing topless.

She threw off her bikini bra and sprayed some lotion on her youthfully firm C-cup tits. She turned on her iPod and laid back, pretending that she was far from Oklahoma. With her music blaring into her ears she didn’t hear the loud noise when her stepdad’s tractor blew out and she didn’t hear her stepdad and stepbrother come back to the house. In fact, she didn’t notice them until Colin’s shadow fell over her. She pulled her iPod earphones out of her ears and looked for something to cover herself with.

“Looking for these?” Dirk said and held her wrap and bikini bra just out of reach.

“Look at those firm titties, pop,” Colin said with a smile. “They’re bouncing just like jello.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen myself a pair of titties as pretty as those,” Dirk nodded in appreciation.

“So do you think our Haley’s a natural blonde these days?” Colin mused.

“I’m not sure, son. That expensive salon she goes to does all kinds of fancy stuff to her hair. Why don’t you check?”

Colin hooked Haley’s bikini bottoms with his finger and pulled them off, revealing Haley’s smoothly waxed hairless slit.

“Damn!” Colin exclaimed and stroke Haley’s pussy. “It IS true that those rich girls go all hairless.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Haley yelled and tried to get up, but Colin was much stronger and held her back.

“We’re just admiring the view, sweetheart,” Dirk replied. “With your mom and Amy Sue both gone we haven’t been getting pussy like we’re used to.”

“Well, go rent an X-rated movie then,” Haley spat out. “Now let me go.”

Colin’s hand that was resting on her hairless mound now slipped between her thighs and his finger slipped inside her wet hole. Despite herself, Haley had been getting wet from the situation of being naked in front of two men, even though they were two men she despised.

“Mmmmmm…” Colin broke out into a huge smile. “Your mouth says no, but your pussy says yes, yes, yes. Come and feel her, pop.”

Dirk sat down on the other side of Haley and pinned her body between him and his son. Colin pulled his finger out and licked it and Dirk slid two, then three, fingers into Haley’s wet pussy. Haley couldn’t help raising her hips to feel him deeper and Dirk and Colin both laughed.

“It seems your pussy’s a bit eager for our fingers,” Dirk mused. “How does it feel about cocks?”

“None of your damn business,” Haley hissed.

“Now, now, young lady,” Colin got stern. “That’s no way to talk to your pop.”

“He’s not my pop!”

“That’s right,” Dirk smiled. “That means you won’t mind me doing some more of this.”

He started sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy. Colin placed a finger on her clit and gently stroke it while Dirk finger fucked her. Haley’s body betrayed her completely and she started moaning with pleasure.

“I bursa escort bayan bet our cocks would feel a lot nicer,” Colin cupped one of her tits and sucked her nipple into his mouth and gently nibbled it. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

Dirk stopped finger fucking Haley as he waited for the answer. She squirmed at the loss of the pleasure. She raised her hips to get his fingers back inside her but he wouldn’t give in.

“No!” she cried out. “Happy? I’m not a fucking virgin!”

Dirk started finger fucking her again and she released a loud moan. He had her completely under his control and he knew it.

“Pop?” Colin looked up from Haley’s tits.

“Yes, son?”

“It’s a bit unfair…”

“What’s unfair?”

“You and me are giving all this pleasure to Haley, but she’s not giving any back.”

“You’re right…”

Dirk picked Haley up in his arms and went inside the house with Colin following behind. He placed her on his king-size bed and the two men got undressed. Haley knew that it was her chance to escape, but the sight of their hard cocks stopped her in her tracks. She hadn’t been fucked for over a month and these guys had huge cocks, at least 7 inches each and an impressive girth. Colin kneeled by her face and started rubbing his cockhead on her cheek.

“Come on, little sis,” he teased as he rubbed precum on her lips. “Why don’t you suck your big brother’s cock?”

Haley parted her lips and sucked him in. He tasted of sweat and precum and he turned her on, in spite of her best efforts to feel disgusted. Dirk parted her legs wide and held them up by her ankles, admiring the view of the rosy folds he’d just been finger fucking. Then she felt him rubbing his cocks along her wet slit, making it wet and sticky with her juices. She wanted to tell him to stop, but the cock fucking her mouth tasted too good and then he pressed his cock against her clit, making her moan with delight.

Then he penetrated her. She felt him stretch her tight cunt wide and she loved it. He started sliding in and out of her fuck hole and she raised her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. Colin started kneading her tits as she sucked his cock and she felt absolutely depraved. To her surprise she loved it. Her stepdad and stepbrother weren’t pretending to make love, the way her prep-school boyfriends had with her previously. They were just fucking her and it was amazing. She started working Colin’s cock and balls with her hands at the same time as she sucked him and he started thrusting his hips against her face, fucking her mouth.

It was inevitable that she should cum, but she surprised them all by the sheer magnitude of her orgasm. Her entire body shook as her cunt squeezed Dirk hard and her cry was only muffled by the huge cock in her mouth. When she finally calmed down, father and son pulled out and told her to get on all fours. She faced Dirk and he smiled at her.

“Son, it looks like Haley’s decided she wants your cock in her cunt now so be my guest.”

He grabbed her hair and forced his cock across her lips. The taste of her pussy on his shaft was a huge turn-on for Haley. Then she felt Colin’s cock slamming into her from behind, balls deep. He held on to her hips escort bursa and grinded his hips against her ass, making her feel every inch of his manhood inside her. Colin started slapping her ass as he slammed in and out of her. Then he reached round to finger her clit and she squealed in delight. Dirk was fucking her mouth hard and fast. He kept shoving his shaft into her throat and there was nothing she could do but enjoy it and keep sucking. Dirk reached for her tits that were dangling free like two perfectly formed peaches.

Haley lost track of time and had yet another orgasm while being fucked at both ends. Dirk and Colin didn’t stop. They were getting every single moment of pleasure that they could from their little fuck toy. They’d both picked up the pace by now.

“I’m gonna cum,” Dirk moaned between his teeth. “I’m gonna fucking cum inside this tight pussy.”

“Go for it, son,” Dirk encouraged him.

Colin groaned out loud as he started shooting his load straight up his stepsister’s womb. When his son finally got his release, Dirk decided to surrender to his pleasure as well and came into Haley’s mouth. She was forced to try to swallow, but not able to and soon his salty cum spilled out of her mouth and down her chin. When the two men finally pulled out, Haley looked like a slut with cum running off her face and down her bright pink thighs.

“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” Colin asked Haley.

She could only nod in reply, disgusted with herself for what she’d just done and absolutely satisfied.

“Good,” Colin wrapped his arms around her from behind and started playing with her tits. “Then my little sis can be my fuck toy until Amy Sue gets back.”

She wanted to say no, but her body wanted to be fucked by him again.

“And your mom will be gone for another couple of weeks,” Dirk placed his lips on hers and kissed her. “You’ll be my pussy too.”

“What about me?” The voice came from the doorway and they all looked over to see a grinning Justin watching them and knowing exactly what had gone on in the bedroom. “Do I get my fair share of rich girl pussy?”

“We won’t be selfish,” Dirk said. “I think she needs a shower now and, by the looks of it, so do you. Save some water and shower together.”

Justin walked over to the bed and took Haley’s hand and they walked to the bathroom together. He turned on the water and stripped. He let Haley enter the shower first and he came after, semi-erect cock in hand. He pinned her against the cold tiles and started kissing her.

“Oh baby,” he moaned as his cock was fully erect, squeezed between them. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Then fuck me, brother,” Haley moaned against his lips.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto his cock. She wrapped her legs around him as he started pounding her hard. He sucked and bit her tits as he fucked her hard and fast. She’d just had several orgasms and they fucked for nearly 30 minutes before she finally came, quickly followed by him. They were out of hot water by then and rinsed themselves in cold water. As they stepped back into the bedroom, Haley naked and covered in love bites and bruises, Dirk and Colin had been joined by the youngest of Haley’s stepbrothers, Phil.

Dirk smiled at the naked crew.

“We have one hot cunt and four horny cocks. I think we better come up with a rota for the next few weeks while Justin and Phil come and stay with us.”

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Summary: Nerd ends up fucking his mom in an unorthodox way.

This is part four of the Revenge of the Nerds Mind Control story. Here is a summary of the first three parts:

BITCH SISTER

Brandon was fired from his job due to the failure of a mind control drug that had major side effects. Humiliated, he moved back home where he perfected the drug and planned to use it to get revenge on the CEO bitch who had fired him. But unsure of the side effects, he decided to test it first on his bitch sister, who became his personal fuck toy.

CHEERLEADERS

Brandon punishes his sister for her disobedience and, wanting to test if the drug has the same effects on each person, decides to add a second slut to his collection in his sister’s best friend Becky. Besides testing the effects of the drug, he also decides to sodomize not one, but both submissive cheerleaders.

EX-BULLY’S MOM

Brandon ponders creating a new formula that isn’t permanent to get his Mom, whom he respects too much to use the drug on. After some more ass fucking of his sister, he decides to test the drug on a neighbour MILF and mother of an ex-bully.

Thanks to: Robert, goamz86,

Revenge of the Nerd: Mom

A reminder of how the drug itself works when sprayed at a person:

Changes the moral fibre of a person…in reality, it shifts the decision making of the individual to the low standards they have while drunk…but with even more psychological manipulation:

-the person can’t lie (like in that Jim Carrey movie ‘Liar Liar’)

-the person’s body feels the need to obey even though their conscious mind argues against such obedience

-the person’s sexual libido increases substantially,

-the individual feels constricted by the clothes they are wearing and wants to be naked

-he had also played with the formula to create what he believed would be potentially permanent impacts on the person infected (the original drug only lasted an hour). This was the one thing he was still very unsure of: it could last a few hours, days, weeks or maybe forever.

After leaving Mrs. Levees triumphant, Brandon texted his best friend Corey and asked if he was free for lunch. He wanted to show him his new drug. Like Brandon, Corey had been bullied throughout high school, but was now working at a bank for the summer before resuming school.

They met at a restaurant and caught up. It was near the end of lunch, when Brandon asked, “Are there any females at work that treat you poorly?”

“Is the sky blue?” Corey responded.

Brandon laughed, “Pretty grey out there at the moment.”

Corey shrugged, “Smart ass. Almost all the women there are pretentious bitches, but the main loan officer is a complete bitch.”

“What’s her name?” Brandon asked.

“Tara,” Corey answered, hating the bitch, “Why?”

“I finally mastered it,” Brandon replied.

“Mastered what?” Corey asked, intrigued by his friend’s strange behaviour.

“The drug,” Brandon whispered.

“Fuck off,” Corey gasped. They had been talking about ‘the drug’ since grade nine.

“I’m serious,” Brandon smiled. “Want to test it out on that loan officer?”

“Oh my God,” Corey said, bubbling with excitement.

“Is that a yes?” Brandon asked.

“Of course, but how does it work?” Corey asked.

“Still playing with it, but generally it alters forever their ability to say no,” Brandon explained.

“It’s permanent?” Corey asked.

“So far,” Brandon nodded, “I do hope to manipulate the chemicals to make different versions of it. But at the moment, one spray and the person, guy or girl, is obedient to any suggestion given.”

“Fucking delicious,” Corey said, literally shaking with excitement.

“Tell me about it,” Brandon nodded, not telling him about experimenting with it first on his my sister. Instead, he said, “I just came from Parker’s. I turned him into a faggot and his mom into my slut.”

“Fuck off!” Corey said, remembering just how much he hated Parker. He also remembered just how hot Parker’s mom was.

“It was awesome,” Brandon replied.

“I bet,” Corey nodded, giddy with possibilities.

“So, want to try it out?” Brandon asked again, “I owe you at least one submissive cum slut for your personal pleasure.”

Corey laughed, “If I can choose anyone, I want Crystal.”

“Of course you do,” Brandon laughed. Crystal was head cheerleader and the stereotypical blonde, blue eyed, big-breasted bitch seen in every 1980s high school movie.

“She works at her father’s law firm,” Corey said.

“You stalking her?” Brandon asked, even though he knew that too. Facebook is a great thing.

Corey shrugged, “Maybe a little.”

Brandon said, “Well, do you have to go back to work? Or can you skip the rest of the day?”

“Shit,” Corey sighed, “I can’t miss work.”

“Well,” Brandon suggested, “Let’s bursa escort go and make this loan manager a slut for you and then once you’re bored of her we’ll go after Crystal.”

“Delicious,” Corey nodded.

Twenty minutes later, Brandon was sitting in her office, Corey having slyly cancelled her next two appointments.

“And what can I do for you?” Mrs. Calentine asked, trying to feign interest as the customer looked clearly unqualified to get a loan. Christ, he probably still lives at home with his mother, she thought to herself.

“What do you think of Corey?” Brandon asked.

“Excuse me?” she asked, surprised by the question.

“What do you think of my good friend Corey?” Brandon repeated.

“I don’t talk about other employees with customers,” she said. Truthfully, she had little use for Corey. He worked hard, but was socially inept. And unfortunately, personality was crucial in the banking world.

Brandon pulled the spray out of his pocket, seeing her distaste for him, and began, “Well, Tara.”

“It’s Mrs. Calentine,” she tersely corrected, unable to hide her annoyance with him.

Ignoring the woman’s obvious tone, Brandon added, “He said you’re kind of a bitch… Tara.”

“What?” she questioned, standing up, instantly pissed.

“Bitch,” he repeated, “A pretentious stuck up woman who thinks she is better than everyone else.”

“Leave, now,” she ordered.

Brandon sprayed his potion in her face.

“What are you doing?” she snapped, going to press the button under her desk which would bring in the security guard.

“Freeze!” he ordered.

She stopped in her tracks. ‘Why can’t I move?’ she thought to herself.

Brandon gave the instructions. “I have sprayed you with a mind control drug. I have taken away your moral fibre and will power. You will obey any order given to you by anyone.”

“Fuck off,” she replied, his words ludicrous and terrifying.

“Take off your blouse,” he ordered.

“There is no way,” she began, but felt her body obeying the command. “What the?” she questioned, as she watched herself unbutton her blouse.

He continued with the standard protection disclaimer, “You will never tell anyone about me or Corey or why you have become a cum slut.”

“Please,” she said, as her last button was unbuttoned. “I’ll do anything.”

“I can’t reverse it,” Brandon shrugged. “But if you’re an obedient cum slut, I won’t make it worse.”

As she took off her blouse, she lost it at being called an ‘obedient cum slut’. “Get the fuck out of here, you little prick.”

Brandon laughed. “Women never learn. You now must have a load of cum on your face every day. Come and get it, cum slut.”

“There is no way I’m doing that,” she protested, even as she felt her body move towards him.

“And, of course, you will worship my cock like a good cum slut,” he ordered. “But first, take off your bra, let’s see those fat tits.”

She went to slap him in the face, but instead, moved her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. ‘Why can’t I control myself?’

As her bra dropped to the floor, she realized she needed to get out of there ASAP and began to scream. “Hel…”

Her scream was short lived as he ordered, “Shut up.”

“If you disobey again, I will have you walk out into your bank completely naked and offering free blow jobs to every customer, is that fucking clear?” Brandon asked, as he made a mental note to really focus on all the potential risks when first spraying a person.

Her eyes went wide. She stammered, “Y-y-yes.”

“Now get on your knees, fish out my cock and get sucking,” Brandon ordered.

Praying she could just blow him and get him out of there, she obeyed.

On her knees, something she rarely did even for her husband, she fished out the prick’s dick and was surprised to see how big it was. She took it in her mouth and began bobbing, praying he was a quick shooter like the boys she sucked and fucked when she was in high school and college.

Brandon smiled as he enjoyed the blow job. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

He quickly texted:

Come on in.

Corey, who was waiting by the door, quickly came in and gasped as he witnessed the bitch sucking cock.

Tara went to move her head away, but Brandon ordered, “Keep sucking, slut.”

An order given, she had no choice but to obey, even as she fumed inside. Her career was at risk.

“Holy shit,” Corey said, after closing the door, “you did it. You really fucking did it.”

“Slut, you are now Corey’s pet. You get turned on every time you see him. You instantly crave his cock and will do anything to have it in you. At least until he tells you otherwise,” Brandon said adding conditions for the slut.

Tara scoffed to herself. There was no way she could get turned on by a nerd like Corey, even if his dick was as big as this one.

Corey asked, “Can I fuck her?”

Tara’s eyes went wide, but she couldn’t say anything as she had a bursa escort bayan mouthful of cock.

“All three holes are yours,” Brandon offered.

Tara wanted to beg and plead. She had never taken it in the ass and never wanted to. Yet, all she could do was suck.

“On all fours, Mrs. Calentine,” Corey ordered timidly.

“I think she likes slut, or cum slut,” Brandon quipped, as he ordered, “don’t you dare let my cock leave that cock sucking mouth of yours as you obey Master Corey’s order.”

She wanted to bite his dick off. Yet, her brain was conditioned to please. She obeyed both orders, now on her hands and knees as she continued sucking. She felt Corey’s hands lift up her skirt, rip her pantyhose at the crotch and slide a finger inside her surprisingly wet cunt.

“She’s soaked,” Corey declared.

“Sluts like her always are once they learn their place,” Brandon confidently said, enjoying humiliating anyone who thought they were better than him.

She couldn’t figure out why she was so wet. This was humiliating. This was disgusting. Yet, she moaned as Corey fingered her, her own orgasm undeniably, inexplicably, building.

Brandon pulled his dick out of the slut’s mouth and ordered, “Look at Corey and tell him what you want.”

She obeyed, like she had a choice. As soon as she turned back and saw Corey looking at her she felt a lust she couldn’t explain. The words out of her mouth shocked her too, as her whole body trembled with desire. “Please fuck me, Corey.”

Corey couldn’t believe it. A couple of simple suggestions and she had turned completely from a cold hearted bitch to a cock hungry slut.

Corey ordered, finally feeling the full breadth of power at his fingertips, “Beg, bitch.”

The formally strong-willed no nonsense leader instantly replied, craving the dick of this handsome stud, “Please, Corey, fuck my cunt with that big dick of yours.” As soon as she said it she prayed he did indeed have a big dick.

Brandon offered, “Go get it nice and ready for your slut box.”

Wanting Corey’s dick more than she had ever wanted a cock before, she quickly went to him, fished out the already hard six inch cock that was smaller than the one she was just sucking in length, but wider in girth and took it in her mouth.

She bobbed like a porn star. She wanted his cock; she wanted his cum.

Brandon put his dick away, figuring he would just fuck his sister when he got home, when he said, “She also must have a load on her face every day.”

“That I can probably assist with,” Corey groaned, about to erupt in under a minute.

“Have fun with your plaything,” Brandon said. He then added, “you love cum on your face, slut. The second your face is splattered with cum you will orgasm no matter where you are.”

Tara grimaced at the command as she continued bobbing on Corey’s cock.

“Thanks buddy,” Corey said, as he pulled out and shot a load all over his boss’s face.

She had always hated facials. She had thought they were demeaning. Yet, as Corey’s cum splattered her face her whole body trembled and she moaned, completely shocked as the demand came true, “Oh God, shit, I’m coming.”

“Wow,” Corey said, as more cum shot out of his dick, “you are amazing.”

“Her or me?” Brandon asked, with a smile.

“Both,” Corey laughed, shoving his dick back in her mouth, “but for very different reasons.”

“I’ll be in touch,” Brandon said.

“Sounds good,” Corey nodded, as he pondered fucking her over her expensive mahogany desk.

Brandon left as an idea on how to maybe make the chemical not as permanent suddenly popped into his head.

Brandon drove home excited with the sudden revelation, a revelation that if he was right, was a rather simple way to alter the drug. Although he planned to use the powerful stuff for his revenge plan, he wanted the power to control the extent of the drug. He felt a little bad at his rash decision to test it first on his sister. Oh sure, she was a bitch and needed to be taught a lesson, but he wished he would have experimented on people he didn’t care about first, like that loan officer bitch or Mrs. Levees.

Brandon walked into the house and was in deep thought when he heard a voice that made him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, asshole, welcome home,” Mrs. Levees greeted, smiling smugly.

Brandon turned into the living room and gasped. His mother was completely naked, gagged, tied to a kitchen chair, with a cucumber in her cunt and something in her ass. Yet, what he couldn’t stop looking at was his mother’s big tits.

“What? Got no witty comment?” she asked, glowing in her revenge. She had taken lots of pictures on her phone and even filmed the mother of Satan fucking herself with a cucumber.

Elizabeth watched in confusion. Sharon had told her that her son had drugged her and raped her. When she didn’t believe her rambling neighbor, she was overpowered by her and forced to strip at knifepoint. Fearing for her life, she obeyed and listened to even more ridiculous ramblings escort bursa about her son creating a drug that took away the capacity to say no. She was then tied up with her own pantyhose. She had watched in bewildered awe as her neighbour went between her legs, and licked her to orgasm. She tried to deny the pleasure, but Sharon licked and licked until she couldn’t take it anymore, her first orgasm at the tongue of another person in years, her husband the last over four years ago, before he died in a car accident.

Elizabeth was then forced to fuck herself with a cucumber and insert a long thin carrot in her ass as Sharon explained, “Your son sodomized me, I’m returning the favour.” Elizabeth, although not a slut by any stretch, had always enjoyed anal sex and even had anal toys in her bedroom, so the carrot in her ass didn’t really cause the pain she pretended it did.

Elizabeth, though, was mortified to have pictures of her taken in such compromising positions.

“You really are a slow learner,” Brandon sighed, feeling guilty that his revenge plan had put his mother in such a compromising position. “Take the cucumber out of my mother, and shove it in your asshole now.”

Elizabeth couldn’t believe how firm her usually mild-mannered son was.

He added, “And keep fucking your fat ass with it until you come.”

Mrs. Levees gasped. As she went to grab the cucumber she threatened, waving her phone, “If you don’t fix me, I’m sending these pictures of your mother in very compromising positions to the internet.”

“You haven’t sent them yet?” Brandon asked with a laugh. Suddenly realizing he could still fix this. “Give me your phone.”

“Fuck,” she said, as she pulled the cucumber out of the bound Elizabeth. She handed him the phone and pulled down her skirt to put the cucumber in her ass, realizing she had fucked up royally.

Elizabeth couldn’t believe it. Everything Sharon said seemed to be true.

“Maybe the bimbo command has already taken place,” Brandon quipped, as he looked at the pictures.

Elizabeth was confused at what had transpired and mortified that her son could see her like this and equally mortified that he was looking at pictures of her in very compromising positions. She tried talking through the panties gag in her mouth.

Brandon looked up and apologized, as he went to his mother, “Sorry, Mom,” as he pulled the tape slowly off his mother’s mouth.

Once off, Elizabeth spit out the panties and said “Can you please untie me?”

“Of course,” Brandon nodded, staring at his mom’s tits.

“And stop looking at my tits,” she scolded, even though she was flattered.

“Sorry, Mom,” he apologized, feeling guilty for what his carelessness had put her through and yet completely horny at the same time.

Once untied, she stood up, pulled the carrot out of her ass, and in a wrath of spite, walked over to Sharon and shoved it in her mouth. “Eat it all, bitch.”

Sharon had no choice but to obey the disgusting order.

Elizabeth walked out of the room and Brandon quickly processed what he should do next. He watched with amusement as Mrs. Levees fucked herself with a cucumber in her ass, standing all the while. It was a rather hilarious sight.

Deciding he had an opportunity here to tempt his mom, he ordered, “Come and suck my cock, slut, but keep that cucumber in your ass.”

Sharon glared at him, but had no choice but to obey. She moved to him, dropped to her knees and fished out his cock.

She was bobbing on Brandon’s cock for about a minute, still fuming at her own ineptitude at not sending the pictures.

Brandon wondered what the odds were that he could end up fucking his mom without using the drug.

A couple minutes later, Elizabeth returned and gasped. She was shocked by two things. One: that she was watching her neighbor suck off her son. Two: that her son was doing this in her house, knowing she was home.

Although Brandon didn’t look back at his mom, he sensed she was behind him, and ordered, “Faster, slut. Good cock whores know how to deep throat a cock. And until you take my load on your face you will slap your clit but not come, and we both know you desperately want to come.”

Mrs. Levees had no choice but to obey, as she began slapping her clit while deep throating the big cock.

Brandon groaned, another minute later, “Beg to have your face coated in cum.”

As Sharon continued tapping on her clit, her orgasm close, she begged, “Please spray your cum all over my face.”

“Because you’re a dumb bitch,” Brandon pointed out.

“Yes, the dumbest,” she agreed, willing to say anything to finally come, desperate to come, even if the act was utterly demeaning.

Elizabeth watched in awe of her son’s powerful persona. She listened to the degrading talk and couldn’t help but feel herself getting undeniably horny… reminiscing about her husband and his dominant persona.

Brandon grunted and splattered the bitch’s face.

Instantly, with cum hitting her face, Sharon screamed, “Fuuuuuuuuck,” as her orgasm exploded out of her.

The mother, now in a robe, after watching the sex act for a minute or so, her pussy getting undeniably tingly, asked, trying to be firm, “What is going on here?”

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Dear Readers,

It became evident that the naming convention I used for this series was faulty. I pulled all the chapters, made a slight change in the name, combined chapters so that each chapter covered one day and resubmitted the series. I’ve made some slight changes in the stories, mostly phraseology and grammar but the series has not been otherwise changed.

Please note that the underlying theme of this series is adult incest. While each chapter varies as to the category of sex scenes contained, this series will continue to be reflected in the INCEST category.

I hope this eases your reading, as it will my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy my effort to express my own desires and fantasies.

I’m always open to criticisms and suggestions.

chiefx39

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Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday

Revelation: 2 – Friday

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Revelation: 3 – Saturday

I felt someone shaking me. I opened one eye and there was Kate, kneeling by the bed. She smiled at me and whispered, “Morning sunshine, come on down and have some coffee with me and let’s take a dip and have a chat.”

It is very rare when I get up before Karen. I turned and looked over at her and she was definitely sleeping soundly as evidenced by that little soft snore that indicates she is deep into REM sleep. I looked back at Kate, smiled and nodded. She put her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet and stood up and crooked her finger for me to follow her to the bathroom.

I got up and followed her. When I closed the door she walked up to me and pulled my head down for a kiss. Let’s grab a cup of coffee and hit the pool for a couple of laps and then I want to talk with you.”

“Ok, but I gotta pee first. Will you excuse me?”

She nodded and, expecting her to leave the bathroom I walked over to the commode and lifted the toilet seat. The next thing I knew I heard, “I’ll give you a hand,” coming from right behind me. The next thing I knew Kate reached out and took a soft hold on George and aimed him at the commode. Now, it is possible for me to pee with an EMHO, which is essentially nothing more than a piss hardon but with Kate holding on to me, it was soon going to change to a full hardon and I would not be able to urinate.

“Kate, if you don’t let go, I won’t be able to pee.”

She just smiled at me and reached over and turned on the tap in the sink. “I love holding a man when he pees, it’s sexy. Just close your eyes and think about the sound of the water. You’ll be okay.”

Well, I had to pee and what did I have to lose so, I did and I was. As I thought about the water I had no problem letting go. I kept my eyes closed and trusted that Kate would aim me in the right direction. Everything was going smoothly until, as the flow slowed down and I was just about finished, she started to stroke me, probably to milk out the last of the urine. However, misinterpreting Kate’s actions George awoke, and stretched and a few drops fell on her hand. Letting me go, she reached over to the sink and rinsed her hand. Then she took a washrag and wet it with warm water, came back, put the top toilet seat down and softly began washing George off and he was now fully awake!

When she felt that George was satisfactorily clean, she put the washrag back in the sink and looked up at me as she stroked me. With a grin she put her head down and slowly inserted my cock into her mouth. I could not believe that she almost had all of it in her mouth before she slowly moved her head back until he popped out. She did this two or three times and then put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me backward a few feet. She stood up, reached down, lifted the top toilet seat and sat down. She looked at me and said, “Kneel down, you can see better.” See what better?

I knelt down and she spread her legs wide over the toilet seat and said; “Now I gotta pee.” She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips and leaned back slightly so that I had a really good view. I had never really watched a woman urinate. Oh, I had seen Karen pee but not in a way that I would call sexy. This was sexy. For some reason I found it very erotic. I found myself rubbing the top of her thighs while she urinated. When she finished she said, “Now, you clean me off.”

I took the washrag and, just as carefully as she had cleaned George, I cleaned Lucy. She leaned back fully and moved her hips even more toward me. I took my time and made sure that all parts of her pussy were clean enough to eat off of and I repaid her kindness of a moment ago by leaning in and licking up and down her pussy several times.

Kate reached down, lifted my head up and said, “That was fun, we should do that every morning.” She leaned over and kissed me. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen after you have finished freshening up.”

About 10 minutes later, after showering and shaving, I walked into the kitchen to the delightful smell pendik escort of coffee and the beautiful sight of a naked Kate sitting at the kitchen table. I smiled at her and went up to her leaned down and kissed her and took the opportunity to stroke her breast and tweak her nipple.

Sitting down and pouring myself a cup of coffee, I took a sip and leaned back in my chair and said, “Okay, you got me up at an ungodly hour for what, a dip in the pool?”

“I wanted to talk with you, just you and me. I thought this might be a good opportunity.”

“Sounds mysterious, is something wrong?

“No, sweetie, nothing is wrong. Let’s get wet.” With that she stood up and took my hand, I wasn’t finished with my coffee so I took the cup and went with her out onto the deck and we moved toward the pool.

Kate let go of my hand and dove in. I finished the last of the coffee and slowly climbed down the ladder into the pool. “Damn, woman, this water is cold!”

“You wussey, it’s invigorating. Wakes you up. You’ll get used to it in a minute.”

“Invigorating, hell. George has gone into hiding!”

“I’ll bet I can find him if you want.”

“Not right now. First let me stop shivering and then you can tell me what you think is so important that I had to give up my hard earned sleep.”

“Not until you swim a few laps. You need some exercise; you’re starting to get pudgy. I like my lovers, lean, mean and hard.”

“With you, Mom and Karen, hard is the easy part.”

She laughed and began to stroke down the length of the pool. I am not much of a swimmer. I can hold my own but Kate does this almost every day and the woman is in great shape and fast. I have to admit I liked the view from behind her. Watching her I suddenly realized that I could be a sailboat as my centerboard was fully extended.

After several laps, I just stood in the shallow end and watched her make two more laps before she pulled up and stood next to me. “I guess you want another cup of coffee don’t you?”

“Always.” We got out of the pool, toweled off and went into the kitchen, sat down at the table and poured ourselves some more coffee.

“First, I want you to know how much I have enjoyed these last two days and that I look forward to many more just like them. I dearly love you and your mother. I hope that you can accept everything that you have found out about your Mom, Karen and me. We never wanted to exclude you but were worried about what your reaction would be. I could not be happier to have you as a son-in-law and lover.”

What in the hell kind of response can you make to that except thank you?

“Kate, I have to admit that all this is still a little strange, nice, but strange. To paraphrase Jimmy Carter, I admit to having lusted after you in my heart. But now I can lust after you openly. I like that. And I love you too Kate, I have since the first time we met. You are a beautiful person and a damned pretty and sexy woman.”

“Thank you, sweetie. Any other time and I would climb on your lap and we could play love games. But, not right now. There are still some things you need to know, one of which is the security system that was mentioned yesterday. You don’t know it but we are being recorded as we sit here. Oh, don’t bother looking around; you probably won’t see the cameras. Get your coffee mug and take a walk with me and I will explain.”

As we walked out of the kitchen Karen explained, “I have security cameras in every room of the house, several common areas of the house, and covering selected portions of the grounds. I tape everything in those areas 24 hours a day. The cameras automatically switch to EAL mode (Enhanced Available Light) when it becomes too dark in a room or outside as the light fails. You will be amazed at the quality of the video these cameras can produce.” She turned to look at me, “Right now you are thinking, was everything we did over the past two days recorded? It was.”

We walked through the lounge, down the hallway into the new wing and into Kate’s office. She crossed over to her desk, opened a panel on the top and made an entry on a keypad. Behind her desk a lock clicked and a door popped open a crack. The door had nothing on it to indicate that there was anything special behind it but perhaps a storage closet. She straightened up and said to me, “This is the door to the security office. It can only be opened by entering a coded number sequence into that keypad on this desk or on one I have concealed in my suite.” She opened the door fully and indicated that I was to go in.

I had only been in Kate’s office and the studio a couple of times over the years but you would think that I would notice a 9×12 room appended onto the rear of her office. Inside the room there were no windows and no other door. This was the only entrance. As Kate dialed up the lighting I saw along the left wall a bank of recorders several of which were outlined in red. The wall facing the door was covered with monitors that were not turned on, 10 of the monitors were also outlined in red. The right wall contained storage escort pendik racks with what appeared to be several hundred oversized videocassettes of a type I had not seen before. The wall containing the entry door had four heavy-duty cabinets, two on either side of the door.

Approximately 5 feet into the room in the center of the floor facing the monitors was a large U-shaped desk that had a partially recessed monitor in the center section with a keyboard, a mouse and a joystick. On the left wing of the U was a bank of push buttons that I found out were used to control the functioning of each recorder. On the right wing of the U was a double bank of push buttons used to control the functioning of the cameras and monitors. Also in the room, pushed off to the side were four rolling storage carts designed to hold fifty of the oversized cassettes. This was not your run of the mill domestic security system. This was a serious system that had the appearance of being a tailored custom system.

Kate explained that for each camera there was a recorder and a monitor but that 10 of those recorders outlined in red were additional, backup recorders. At the time it was installed, Kate had cameras operating in every room and area in the house, bathrooms and bedrooms included. However, she had switches installed in those two areas permitting anyone who knew about them to turn the cameras off for privacy. Several years later, Kate also had a monitored alarm type security system installed as well and she disabled the cameras in the bedrooms and bathrooms although the cameras and kill switches were still operable if she chose to reinitialize them.

Kate pointed out that everything was labeled with a one, two or three letter and two number designations. The letters indicated which room or area the cameras were surveilling and the numbers indicated the number of that camera in that room or area. L01 = Living room camera 1, K02 = Kitchen camera 2, LO04 = Lounge camera 4, ST09 = Studio camera 9, etc. All in all, the operation of the system was fairly simple and straightforward. The letter/number designation applied to the cameras, monitors and recorders. She sat down at the desk and using the computer turned on the monitors and indicated those that served the four cameras in the lounge. She called me up to the desk and activated the monitor on it and then using the keyboard typed in the designation of a monitor on the wall. The master monitor screen on the desk displayed what was also being shown of the monitor on the wall. She explained that audio was also available for each camera but since the audio was sound actuated and since no one was in the lounge, we wouldn’t hear anything.

Kate entered some keystrokes on the keyboard and picking up the joystick, showed me how it was possible to swivel the cameras in a limited range up (only the ceiling was visible), down (about a 50 degree angle) right and left (almost 90 degrees each) and zoom in and out. In most of the rooms each camera’s view overlapped at least one other that guaranteed a full 360-degree coverage of the room. When the system was in full automation and not being directed by a human being, each of the cameras was zeroed in to a specific point in the room or area calculated to permit maximum surveillance of that room or area and automatically returned to that zero point.

I asked Kate about the remaining recorders outlined in red. She explained that in the production studio there were 10 cameras. The monitors outlined in red indicated those cameras and 10 of the recorders outlined in red were also for those cameras. She explained that the tapes for the studio cameras were never recorded over if it contained video of one of her commercial or private recording sessions. Every tape containing such sessions could be saved if she wished. If they were saved they were kept in one of the combination locked storage cabinets along the wall behind the desk. Under normal conditions, when there were no commercial or private sessions in the studio, the tapes would be recorded over just as any of the other tapes would be. However, to ensure that this did not happen, there was a switch in the studio that Kate could activate that would prevent the recorders from re-recording the tape. Once the switch was thrown when the designated recorders reached the end of the current tape, they would transfer the signal to one of the 10 backup recorders. The only catch to the system is that Kate must remember to remove the tapes from the recorders and replace them with fresh ones and to reset the system. Kate pointed out that unless the switch was activated, the recorders functioned exactly the same as all the others and began recording over the tapes every 120 hours. The tapes did not need to be rewound since they were on a continuous loop. The remaining 10 recorders outlined in red were backups and could be used, if necessary, to backup any camera in the house.

Continuing with her explanation of the system, Kate noted there were 111 cameras on the property. Most of the cameras were concentrated on the house, pool house, pendik escort bayan garage and pool areas but she also had cameras on the grounds in carefully selected areas to safeguard the house. Several of the outdoor cameras were capable of both image enhancement and thermal imaging.

Several years ago, when technology permitted, in addition to the camera based security system Kate also had a very sophisticated monitored alarm system installed and hooked directly into the county Sheriff’s office. She paid a county assessment of $12,000 a year to have that connection to the Sheriff’s office with the expected response time for an alarm between 4-7 minutes. Kate considered it money well spent since twice in the past 10 years there had been an intrusion on the property and both times the sheriff’s men arrived and took the men into custody before they could enter the house. Both had been convicted based on their presence on the grounds and the film showing their entry to the grounds.

To say I was impressed would be a gross understatement. Working for a governmental agency that often handles classified projects, I have some feeling for security systems. While this did not rise to that caliber it was, nonetheless a most sophisticated system for a domestic installation. “Kate, is it really necessary to go to such lengths on a security system? Is there something you are not telling me?”

“Ken, I am worth a bit of money. However, besides us, the main thing that I am trying to protect is this property. We occupy an area that is highly desired by both local government and private concerns. I have spent a bunch of money over the past several years fighting takeovers by these people. While the local government has been tenacious, they have also stayed within bounds and tried to obtain the property legally. The private concerns are another matter. There are unscrupulous people who will do virtually anything they can to obtain what they want. The people that tried to invade my space were, not so we can prove it, working for one of these private concerns. I felt that prevention is the best way. I acquired these systems and made sure that these private concerns knew about them and how effective they are. Since I have had them installed, I have not had any more trouble from them that my lawyers can’t handle. It is money well spent. I have a security consultant that is responsible for ensuring that my system is in perfect operating order and is up-to-date with the latest in technology. I trust his judgment implicitly since he is a second cousin. Keep it in the family I always say.” She laughed and patted George.

“Well, if you feel that this is necessary, I guess it is. I’m sorry that you have had to go to such extremes though.”

“No big deal. I spend my money as I want to and as I think necessary. Sometimes you have to use your money to protect your money. So, any questions?”

“Who has access to all of this?”

“Your mom, Karen and I have the keypad combination. Now, you will have it as well.” And she gave me the combination.”

“So, I can simply come down here and watch while you ‘entertain’ your guests,” I said with a leer.

“Technically, yes. But why would you want to sit in a windowless room when the system can be accessed from my bedroom, your bedroom or the suite in the pool house?” I told you that the only way you can gain entry into this room is from the keypad on the desk in the office or the one in my suite. What I didn’t tell you was that you do not have to be in this office to operate the system. It can be accessed and controlled from several places: here, my bedroom, your bedroom or the pool house. Additionally, the signal from the system can be sent to any of the large screen TV’s in the house or pool house.”

Kate explained that sometimes she would load in a tape of a past commercial shoot to observe what went right or what went wrong or simply to try and get ideas for another shoot. She might even send it to any or all of the monitors so that she can be doing something else in another part of the house while she watches.

Naturally I asked her if she ever just pulled tapes of previous sex sessions and watched them. She admitted she did and that she specifically saved some of the tapes from “special sessions” she had. But, she said, “Remember that these tapes record over themselves every 120 hours if no one specifically comes down here and switches the cassette over. I don’t keep tapes unless there is something that I really want to save. Naturally, I asked her about the tapes from Karen’s ‘bachlorette’ all-girl sex orgy. She took me over to the cabinets and opened one. In the cabinet were 200 cassettes many were labeled with a date and time but some were blank. She explained that by using the computer on the desk and entering the date and cassette number you could access a database with a brief summary of what was on the cassette. She pointed to one that had on it the date of the day before our wedding and a little red dot. “That’s the tape. But, before you watch it, you should ask Karen’s permission, your mom and I won’t mind, but it would show your respect for her privacy although I don’t doubt that she really wants you to see it. Just ask her first. Besides, I’ll bet she wants to be with you when you are watching it.”

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