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It was difficult to know how to categorize this one—there are elements of interracial relations, non-consensual sex, and it turns out (at least, I think) pretty erotic—ergo, the reason it ended up in ‘erotic couplings.’ So just be warned, if those aforementioned elements aren’t your pleasure, you may want to stop reading now. If, however, you are even the slightest bit intrigued…then please continue reading, and I hope it’s as enjoyable to you as it was to me and mine.

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It’d been a helluva day, the kind that makes every nerve scream for release. Final exams were coming up all around the college campus, and everyone was under immense pressure, most noticeably the seniors in my literature course and the freshmen in my basic composition courses. Exhausted from the daily grind of classes, help sessions and the added burden of panicked students, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with a good book, but with the stack of papers still awaiting grades, it just wasn’t to be.

With a sigh and a glass of wine, I settled into the corner of my couch, feet propped up, bowl of m&m’s within easy reach, and started working through freshman compositions. An hour later, six papers had been reviewed, graded, and filled with compliments or suggestions. The stack seemed to have barely moved at all.

Rubbing the dull stabbing pain which had settled into the center of my forehead, I laid my head back, mentally bargaining with myself. I finally decided that in return for a hot, soapy candlelit shower, I would persevere through at least half of the stack of papers. Once again I’d miss out on some much-needed sleep, but a steamy-hot shower would be worth it.

Uncurling from the couch, I stood up, stretching onto tiptoe with a muffled groan. Muscles I didn’t even know I had were achy and tight. The wall mirror reflected a tall, curvy redhead in a baggy t-shirt and loose sweatpants, but as usual, I never even glanced at the reflective glass. I still saw myself as overweight and frumpy, and avoided mirrors out of habit. Although my workout habits had improved greatly since grad school, I was too busy and too tired to look for dates, causing my newly toned body to go unnoticed – by either me or anyone else, so I assumed.

Stopping to pour some cat food into Gator’s empty dish, I loaded the Rippingtons into the stereo, then snagged a clean towel out of the laundry basket, mentally adding “fold clothes” to an ever-growing list of summer chores. Humming softly to the upbeat instrumentals drifting through my small house, I lit a few select candles and placed them around the sink ledge and various shelves in my bathroom. Finally I adjusted the water spray pouring from the chrome showerhead, and dropped my comfy, stay-at-home clothes to the floor, using the small pile of fabric to prop the bathroom door open. A soothing interplay of guitar and piano filled the dimly-lit room as I stepped under the warm, cascading spray.

As the strains of “Tourist in Paradise” trickled into the bath, I could feel the stresses of the day slither down the drain. The muscles in my neck relaxed, unknotted by the thrumming pulse of water. Lathering coconut scented shampoo through my hair, I unconsciously began to shimmy my hips in time to the music. As the toasted vanilla scent of body wash mingled with the tropical scent of shampoo, I ran soapy hands along my body, feeling the curvy profile I’d reacquired from relentless trips to the gym—but the mental image was the same old frumpy form I’d become accustomed to.

As the music segued from one lively tune to the next, my hands began to explore more and more of my wet, relaxed body, using the soap as a lubricant to slide from one slippery slope to the next. Head back, I held my hair directly under the water, its natural curl straightened by the water’s weight. Twisting my head slightly, I could feel the slick wet caress of my own hair against my waist, and the sheer sensuousness of that act made me bite back a moan of pleasure. Between my divorce and the demands of grad school, I’d become an expert at pleasuring myself, and sometimes the most seemingly innocent sensations could arouse me to incredible heights. And yes, my favorite place to find relief was under the hot, soapy spray of a leisurely shower. Some weeks I gave new meaning to “squeaky clean”!!

With a last fanning rinse, I turned back under the spray and readjusted the setting, my knees almost buckling as pinpoints of water slammed against my sensitive nipples. Already aroused, this new sensation made them harden to eager, cherry-colored points on those ample white breasts. Arching my back to offer more of my breasts to this self-inflicted torment, I braced one hand on the slick tiled wall, while the other slipped down to the clean-shaven furrow between my long, toned legs.

Stepping one foot up onto the side of the tub, I cupped her fingers and aimed this gentled plume of water onto my aching, throbbing clitoris, the heat and waterfall-like sensation sending me through a shuddering climax which only left me hungry for more. Mentally commanding myself keçiören escort to finally invest in that hand-held showerhead I’d begun eyeballing, I focused on the streams of water cascading along my length, shivering in pleasure as those heated streams of water caressed me from head to toe, their trickling path teasing and arousing everything from swollen nipples to the slippery, engorged lips of my quivering pussy, and only adding to my deep and aching need to be filled by cock.

Leaning carefully out of the shower, I reached around the corner to the shelf where my toy was hidden away, concealed by towels and toiletries but easily located by the knowledgeable groping hand. Long, thick, and black, it was everything my pussy craved, even as my mind and heart begged for the warm, creamy feel of a man’s cum. Holding it tenderly as I would a lover, I caressed my body with this pleasure-toy, sliding it along neck, shoulders, and especially between my breasts. I rubbed it against my nipples, hissing as the engorged points swelled even more in anticipation of the fucking to come.

Positioning the fat rubber cock against the showerhead, I licked and stroked and sucked it, closing my eyes and imagining that I was servicing my lover in a torrential downpour, music tumbling out of a nearby café, both he and I exposed to the elements as I struggled to fit ‘his’ 8″ black dick down my throat. With a moan of pleasure I felt the rubber base against my lips, and trembled as my pussy dripped juice down my thighs.

A blush of shame crept up my cheeks as I involuntarily put a face to my imaginary lover’s body, whimpering his name around the impressive dick filling my mouth. I knew I shouldn’t think of my students in such a way, but from the first day of class when I’d looked up and met his sexy, smiling gaze, I had felt an attraction the likes of which I had never experienced before. His dark skin and melted-chocolate eyes made me agonizingly aware of myself as a woman, each nerve ending jumping to attention whenever he was near. Going to class each period was both heaven and hell, for as much as I looked forward even to seeing him, I knew I could do nothing to act on this attraction, not only because the college forbid faculty/student relations, but I disliked the idea of professors having sex with students. Even if the student in question was sexy, funny, and very, very smart.

I sighed. I’d compromised my principles much too far just in looking up his age, which I had no business knowing. Discovering that he was less than a year older than me only added to his allure. This gorgeous man was no simple fraternity wanna-be, stumbling over his own tongue in order to please the teacher. Thomas Beaumont was self-assured, entertaining, and as sophisticated as any Fortune 500 CEO could ever hope to be. He was, in essence, everything that would never, ever dream of taking a second look at the woman reflected back to me in my living room mirror. But despite my best intentions I trembled whenever he walked into the classroom, and moaned his name while pleasuring myself, imagining my toy to be his thick, dark cock.

Pulling myself back to the present, I slid the rubber cock from my mouth, lovingly kissing and caressing it, losing myself to the imaginary scene playing out my mind, where the two of us were outside that café, caught in that drenching downpour…and caught up in each other. As I slipped my sexy black toy down to my quivering, cream-coated pussy, I pretended that his fist was tangled in my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my face to the pounding rain, while his lips moved in whispers I could see but not hear, tormenting me with elusive promises. As water poured over my upturned face, I slipped the toy inside my aching pussy, seating it deeply in one smooth thrust, his name sputtering off my lips as my flushed body convulsed in pleasure. I begged Tommy to ravage me, pleaded with him to make love to me, and gushed juice all over my toy and down my thighs as I quivered and creamed and trembled through a firestorm of desire.

Still rocking on waves of pure sensation, I was unaware that I had gained a visitor. At the first touch of skin on skin, my eyes flew open in total shock. As I coughed and sputtered the water I’d accidentally tried to inhale, I was spun around to once again face the showerhead, the pounding spray tormenting my sensitized nipples. Finally regaining my breath I opened my mouth to scream, but a large hand clamped over it, its large, strong mate firmly pressing against my stomach to hold me still, while a soft, deep voice warned me to not make a sound.

Still trembling with aftershocks from my nearly-interrupted orgasm, I couldn’t help but quiver at the feel of the obviously masculine body wrapped around me, combined with the feel of my toy still filling up my quivering, aching pussy. Unable to control myself, I pressed back against the stranger’s body, feeling a firm chest against my shoulder blades, muscular legs slightly longer than my own, and an increasingly interested cock that was nudging its way keçiören escort bayan into the cleft of my soap-slicked butt. The feel of an aroused male body standing so close, actually touching me after such a long abstinence set my blood on fire. My moan was of pure pleasure, but my captor mistook it as one of fear.

Sliding his mouth to the curve of my ear, he murmured that if I was a good girl, I wouldn’t get hurt. He just wanted a taste of that sweet, creamy pussy, then he’d be on his way. Sliding his hand up so that his thumb rested between my full breasts and his long fingers cupped a soft, heavy globe, he leaned forward, growling in pleasure at my peaked nipple, already flushed in response.

I gasped as a length of cloth was tied around my face, covering my eyes. The smell of my own perfume gave away that it was my discarded t-shirt being used as a blindfold, the sodden fabric making it impossible to see anything. My breath trembled with stirrings of fear, even as my hungry pussy flushed in eager anticipation. When my captor reached down and dragged my toy from my pussy, I groaned in dismay…and trembled with every inch, until at last the very tip passed through my lips making me struggle to avoid exploding in a mind-bending orgasm. My captor chuckled, knowing my response.

Completely blinded and totally dependent on this unknown man invading my shower, I mewled in confusion. My mind screamed at me to fight, but my body remembered the feel of being pressed up against that firm male flesh, and it begged me to stay and see what happened. I acknowledged that the man’s hands were gentle, his voice deep but not menacing, and that he could have done far worse than blindfold me had he wanted to do so, but I had lived alone and been self-sufficient for far too long to become submissive too easily.

Being blindfolded in my own shower was really no trial, since I closed my eyes every time I washed my hair, and was therefore very familiar with the layout of my shower space. Taking a quick moment to orient myself, I reached forward and picked up both my scrubbie and my shower soap, thinking to squirt the soap into my attacker’s eyes, blinding him at least long enough for me to remove the blindfold and have a fighting chance. Leaning forward to reach them pressed my wet, slippery butt up hard against his arousal, so I merely hoped that he would be too focused on that sensation to worry too much what I was up to. I knew that for myself, I was fighting an attack of the pleasurable quivers at the feel of his thickness nudging against my still throbbing pussy.

My hopes of keeping my attacker distracted were destroyed when he chuckled, reached around me, and cupped his hands over mine, his long fingers manipulating mine into opening the soap, squeezing it out onto the scrubbie, then rubbing that soft, netted cloth over my trembling skin. Oh, how erotic! The feel of his hands guiding mine, controlling mine, his fingers entangling with mine to brush against my soft skin…all of it made me moan, and as was habit, the name that rolled off my lips was Tommy’s.

The sexy male body behind me tensed in disapproval. A growl hissed in my ear as those long, strong fingers crushed mine, the soft scrubbie now scraping over my skin. I mewled in fright, not understanding what I had done to merit this reaction. Whimpering in both fear and pain, I began babbling apologies, pleading with my captor to let me go, to stop hurting me, promising I’d do anything he asked.

This only seemed to incite him further. Spinning me around, he roughly shoved me up against the shower wall, making me gasp as my breasts were flattened against cold blue tiles. Grasping both of my wrists in one hand, he positioned me so that I was slightly bent in front of him, back arched to give him full access to my rounded, soapy butt. The soap and water did nothing to cushion his blows, but rather made them sting more. The sharp slap of his palm against my creamy flesh echoed throughout the room, and after the forth or fifth spanking, my cries echoed off the walls as well.

When he leaned over me to force my legs apart, I naively hoped he was making sure I wouldn’t slip, although I could feel his chest rising and falling with excitement. It wasn’t until his next slap landed directly on my pussy that I realized the extent of my own arousal, as my knees buckled and I came, gushing all over his hand, undisputable proof of my own pleasure in this whole situation.

With a low laugh of dark pleasure, my captor slowly slid his hand along the quivering length of my cunt, up over my rounded butt and onto my back, in what would have resembled a lover’s caress in any other situation. Straightening me up, he guided me back under the water, lifting my arms up and over the showerhead brace, once again capturing both wrists in his large, capable hands. Reaching up, he redirected the spray to a mist and aimed it at my breasts, watching as the sparkling droplets of water beaded over my pale skin and ran together in streams off my dusky pink nipples. I didn’t have escort keçiören to see to know he was watching – I could feel his eyes on my breasts as surely as if I had been watching his face. Aroused beyond belief, and humiliated by my own sensuous reaction to what should have been construed as rape had I not been so responsive to it, I moaned and arched my back, silently begging him to look at more of me, find pleasure in me, respond to me.

I quivered when I felt his hand behind my thigh, sliding down to my knee, which he lifted until my leg was draped around his waist, my creamy wet cunt fully open and caressing the bottom side of his hard dick where it rose between us. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself – I started rubbing against him. My hungry pussy had been without a real man in so long it scared me to think about it, and my anxious body overrode the warnings of my usually-cautious mind, until all that mattered was getting this thick, hard slab of meat inside me, where it belonged. My juices coated his balls as they spilled from my aching pussy, and he moaned.

Lost in my own fantasy world and controlled by the desires of my traitorous flesh, I leaned my head back, balanced precariously on my toes, and somehow managed to angle myself so that his big, hard dick was sliding right up into my wet, willing pussy. Tommy’s name trembled off my lips in a quiver of longing as I imagined him to be my attacker, and visualized not a rape, but a kinky sex game. Wrapping my fingers around his and holding tight to the showerhead bracket, I lifted my other leg to wrap around his waist as well, fully impaled on his throbbing dick. I locked my ankles around his back and rode him for dear life, chanting Tommy’s name over and over, too far gone to care what punishment this would result in.

I stiffened as I heard my name slide off my attacker’s lips, a strangled moan as his hips rocked against mine. Struggling, I tried to free my hands, but only resulted in almost sending both of us crashing to the bottom of the slippery tub. With a chuckle, my captor reached up and untied my blindfold, the wet fabric falling with a squish to the side of the tub as I stared in shock into the melted chocolate eyes of my fantasy man, here in the flesh, inside my shower…inside me!

Taking advantage of my bewildered state, Tommy merely grinned, lifted his fingers from between mine, and gripped my hips instead. Cautioning me to hold on tight, he proceeded to pound me mercilessly, driving his dark dick deeper into my pussy than anything had ever been before. While the mist poured over us both, my own juices cascaded over him as I milked him deep into me, my quivering muscles begging him to fill me.

Taking small, careful steps, Tommy pressed against me until I was pinned tightly between his hot, sexy body at my front, and that cold tile wall at my back. This new angle allowed him to reach other unexplored spots inside of me, as well as giving him better leverage to get even deeper into me. I was in heaven. Still gripping the bracket for safety, I leaned forward and kissed him hard and deep, like I’d imagined so many times in that crowded classroom. As our tongues swirled together, the room began to swim around me, fireworks exploding deep inside me, my pussy on fire as I felt him explode as well. My world went grey, and then black.

The next thing I remember, I was curled up in my bed, covered by my soft blue blanket, naked as the day I was born… and being watched by the sexiest eyes imaginable. Dragging my hair out of my eyes, I cringed at the tangled mess I was sure my wet curls had dried into. A flush colored my cheeks as I remembered how wantonly I had acted with this man – this student – in my own shower. As remembered images of my unbridled response to his touch careened through my head, I buried my face in his shoulder, mortified, my voice muffled as I explained that I really don’t do this kind of thing, especially not with my students. And never this wholeheartedly. I was sure he must think me a whore for my reactions both when he was my captor, and again when he was face-to-face with me as my lover. I swore to never leave this bed again.

Laughing softly, Tommy slipped a finger under my chin and raised my eyes to meet his. The electric charge that rippled through me was breathtaking, and set every nerve ending on alert. He watched the shivers race over my skin, saw the fire heating my eyes, and groaned in pleasure. Whatever he had been about to say was forgotten as he leaned down to kiss me, his body partially covering mine, dark skin barely brushing against me—and I surged up to make that last contact, needing to feel him on me, against me, in me.

Catching him by surprise, I was able to flip him onto his back. I kissed my way across his chest, caressing every part of him I possibly could with my legs, my hands, my breasts. I straddled his hips, trapping him between us, letting him feel again how very wet he gets me. Feeling sexy despite my appalling lack of self-confidence, I arched my back, lifting my elbows high and running my hands through my hair, giving him ample time to look at what he was getting, from the curve of my hip to the indent of my waist, the slope of my breast to the mass of tangled curls covering my forehead. While his eyes devoured me, his hands caressed my legs, my thighs, the sparse curls above my swollen pussy.

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The head bobbed furiously back and forth at my groin, the crimson lips spread wide to take my erect cock. I was controlling the speed with a hand, grasping the hair at the back of her head, and on the down stroke I pulled it down firmly and held it, pushing my cock into the back of her throat and starting to count slowly to five.

“One … Two …”

Squatting down in front of me, nude except for a pair of red high heels, her legs spread wide to reveal the glistening pink of her wet sex between her parted labia, she looked like an older version of the Eastern European woman the Middle Eastern client and I had watched last week, face fucking her partner in a sex show in a private and expensive club off Syngrou Avenue in Athens.

“Three … Four …”

I could feel the contractions around the head of my cock as her throat spasmed with the gag reflex, and I relaxed my grip as she jerked her head back retching.

“Are you all right Margaret,” I said. “Are you okay to go on with this?”

My wife looked up. She was coughing and swallowing and her mouth and chin were dripping with spittle. But she was bright eyed with excitement and grinning.

“I told you. There’s nothing that female porn stars have got that I haven’t. I don’t mind you watching X-rated movies or sex shows, if it’s necessary for your business, but it’s me I want you fantasising about coming home to. I can do anything they can.”

“Some of things they do are pretty wild,” I said. “The woman in that club had her hands bound behind her back, and she didn’t gag and she didn’t stop until the guy had blown his load into her mouth. She showed us before she swallowed it.”

“It’s only practise,” said Margaret. “I just need to get past the gag reflex, and relax as the head of your cock pushes down my throat. Let’s try again.”

Margaret opened her mouth, took me all of the way in until my balls were against her chin, and then started bobbing up and down on my shaft, her unsupported breasts bouncing on her chest. The feeling of my cock sliding in and out between her stretched lips, rubbing over her tongue and pushing its way into the tightness of her throat was fantastic. I grabbed her head and pushed it down, feeling the spasms start, but holding her there as I started to count.

“One … Two …” Margaret’s eyes were screwed shut, her fists were clenched but she was struggling to relax and control her breathing. “Three … Four …” She was gurgling and gagging and I could feel her throat contracting. I released my grip, but she kept her head down, fighting the urge to pull back.”

“Five.”

My penis flipped out of her mouth with a squelch, dragging strings of her saliva with it. Margaret retched and coughed, then rubbed her hand across her mouth and chin to wipe away the slobber. I reached down and helped to pull her back up to a standing position, where she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, forcing her saliva and pre cum coated tongue between my lips.

“God that was so lewd,” she said, breaking the kiss and grinning at me. “Squatting like a porn star, face fucking my lover. I feel so hot and slutty. Do you think I could get a job on Syngrou Avenue?”

“I’m sure there’s plenty would pay good money to see a MILF like you made airtight.”

“Airtight?”

“With all her holes filled at once. That woman last week ended up double penetrated between two guys, one up the front and one up the back, while being face fucked by a third. They rotated their way around her before jerking off into her mouth. Do you think you could handle that?”

“Airtight! Good grief, whoever thinks of these labels? But she could still breathe couldn’t she?” She licked her lips lasciviously. “Last time I checked I’d got the same number of holes, lover.” She grinned. “‘Not sure that I’m quite up for it yet, though. Nor that you would want me to.”

“Maybe we’ll just leave that as something to fantasise about.” I hugged her too me, pressing my erection into her belly. “But I was really enjoying what you were doing just now.”

She reached between us and her hand closed around my erection, tugging it and using it to lead me toward an armchair.

“Sit down there, lover and I’ll kneel between your legs. I’m afraid my ageing knees and hips won’t stand squatting for very long. Not long enough to get you off, anyway.”

“Maybe it’s your technique.” I chuckled.

“You’ve never complained before. Anyway I’ll give you a money back guarantee. If you’re not satisfied with the result you can have another one for free at a time of your choosing.”

“Really?”

“Well just don’t get me arrested.”

She knelt down, opened her mouth and slipped her lips over the head of my cock. I could feel her tongue swirling around the glans, the tip poking at my pee hole. Then she went to work. One hand sliding up and down the base of my shaft, the other caressing my balls, and with her mouth: sucking, licking, kissing and nibbling, interspersed by long, deep penetrations of her throat. keçiören escort Holding me in for as long as she could without gagging.

I laid back in the chair and selfishly allowed myself to focus entirely on the pleasure she was giving me. Watching the woman in the night club being face fucked and gang-banged had been exciting. But Margaret was right. There was nothing that woman could have done for me that could make me feel any better than my own darling wife was making me feel now.

We were in the lounge room with the curtains open. It was dark outside and we had lit some corner lamps. Our house was set down from the road but screened by alders, so were unlikely to be seen unless someone came down the drive and walked around to look into the window. But I would have been happy for them to do so.

Happy for them to watch Margaret naked and unashamedly giving me a blow job, just like the woman I had watched last week in Athens. And I realised that Margaret was right. She could indeed be quite capable of doing everything that woman had done. It was all just a matter or motivation, or inducement.

“Are you holding out on me, lover?” said Margaret, giving my balls a playful squeeze.

“I was just thinking.”

“Not about that woman in Athens, I hope?” She was holding my balls firmly, I needed to choose my words carefully.

“I was thinking what it would have been like if it had been you and me up there on that stage.”

“You’d like that would you? To fuck your loyal and faithful wife in front of a roomful of strangers?”

“And beautiful too, you forgot that part. You turn me on Margaret, and I’m sure you could put on just as good a show as she did.”

“Well we put on something of a show for my parents, and you certainly enjoyed showing me off to Paul. Now you just keep thinking those filthy thoughts while I get your rocks off for you. I’m going to suck you dry.”

Which she did, with all the wanton abandon I could ever have wished for. I lay back and shut my eyes, imagining we were under a single bright spotlight in the centre of a close packed ring of eager, impatient men with lust filled eyes. I felt my balls retract as the wave of orgasm began to roll over me. Margaret was grunting with the effort of pushing my cock as far into her mouth as it could go, accompanied by lewd slurping and squelching noises as it tunnelled in and out of her throat. Her hand closed around my tight sack as my pelvis started to jerk, and I grunted with pleasure.

“I’m coming Margaret,” I shouted. “I’m coming.” And as the orgasm racked my body she clamped her head down hard, forcing my cock into her throat and taking each burst of sperm as it pumped from my loins. When she felt me relax she lifted her head and I opened my eyes. She was staring up at me wide eyed and with her mouth open. She pushed her tongue out and beckoned with a finger for me to take a look. Her mouth was awash with a creamy mixture of sperm and saliva. She grinned, closed her mouth and swallowed.

Then her mouth closed over my cock again and she proceed to suck and lick every last drop of sperm from it, before kneeling up and leaning forward to kiss me. I opened my mouth and her tongue invaded mine, licking all around the inside of it and wrestling with my tongue, allowing me to taste my own sperm as she transferred the fluids into me.

I took her into my arms and hugged her naked, sweaty body, and ran my fingers though her hair and held her head and showered kisses onto her sweet mouth.

“We’re not done yet,” she giggled, between kisses. “I want you hard again. I need that delicious cock of yours inside me. And there’s no rest for you until I get it.”

Her hand was stroking my cock and I could feel the beginnings of another erection, when she stopped. I looked down at her inquisitively.

“I’ve got a better idea. I’m going to lie across your lap and you’re going to spank me until I feel you get hard again.” She winked at me. “And if you get me warmed up enough I’ll let you put some stripes on my backside with that cane we bought.”

She stood up and led me over to one of our padded seat, dining table chairs. I sat down with my legs slightly apart and she lay across my lap, trapping my still soft penis against her naked stomach. Her legs were dangling down to my right and her head to my left. She rested her palms on the floor to support herself.

I laid my left hand onto her back and reached between her legs with my right. She obligingly opened them wider, wriggled her hips and moaned softly as I slid two fingers deeply into her hot, slippery slit. Then I withdrew them and swatted her playfully on the bottom.

“Thank you Margaret, for letting me spank you.” I meant it, I was deeply grateful that my lovely wife trusted me enough to let me do this to her

Her laugh was deep and throaty. “I should be thanking you. Isn’t that what submissives are supposed to do?”

“You’re hardly submissive Margaret.”

“You should see it keçiören escort bayan from my angle, forced down naked over the knee of my brutal husband. Goodness only knows what pain and suffering he’s going to inflict on me.”

“Let’s start with the spanking,” I chuckled, “and we’ll see happens after that.”

I started gently at first, slapping my palm against one cheek and then the other, enjoying the sound and the feel of my hand impacting on her soft, cool flesh, working over the entire surface of her bottom. Maintaining a regular rhythm, I increased the force of the slaps until her skin was glowing red, and was warm to the touch. But the only response I was able to elicit from her was a slight increase in her breathing and the occasional sigh. She was enjoying it.

“Harder now, okay?” I asked.

“Ooohhh you wicked beast, beating a poor defenceless woman.”

“Lie still and take your punishment, you lewd strumpet,” I said, slapping my hand hard, low down and in the centre of her buttocks.

“Oh you vicious man, how can I endure such pain and humiliation.” She wriggled her bottom and invitingly spread her legs wider.

Obligingly I slipped my hand between her thighs and rubbed my fingers gently over her bald, puffy outer labia which were slick with her wetness. “I’ll stop if that’s what you want,” I said, sliding my fingers forward between her inner lips and pushing the tip of my middle finger against her clit.

“Take your beastly fingers off me, you horrid man.” She dramatically slapped the back of her hand against her forehead and kicked her heels. “I feel as if I’m going to swoon. I’d rather my bottom was cut to ribbons than submit to your vile sexual desires.” She wriggled her hips again, rubbing her belly against my growing erection. “It’s working then,” she giggled. “Seems you enjoy playing the part of the firm handed husband disciplining his unruly wife?”

“Let this be a lesson to you then,” I replied, pulling my hand away from her sex and bringing it down hard on her bottom. There was a soft gasp from Margaret and she dropped her head and settled down against me as if bracing herself.

I didn’t disappoint her and began working her bottom over with firm, aimed slaps, honing in on the underside of the globes and the inner thighs close to her pussy. I was warming to my work, enjoying the deep shade of crimson that had spread over both buttocks, and the soft moans and wriggles from Margaret. But she was not trying to evade the blows, if anything she was pushing her bottom up even more to meet them, and I marvelled at the mysterious bodily chemistry that enabled her to translate pain into pleasure. Although in reality I knew that the sound of the spanking I was delivering was worse than its bite. I was hitting hard enough for her to feel it, but nowhere near as hard as I could. And at least using my hand I could gauge from the feel of my palm on her bottom, and the reaction it provoked, whether I was causing her any serious pain. I was still a bit nervous, however, of what damage I might do with a cane, without that immediate sense of feedback.

There was no sign, however, that Margaret wanted me to stop. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and I could feel my erect penis pushing itself against her belly. So I increased the force of the slaps until Margaret’s wriggling had taken on a note of urgency, her feet were kicking and she was emitting little yelps and gasps. One last central wallop and I dropped my hand and caressed the hot skin.

“Oooohhhh, you nasty, wicked, cruel man,” she cooed in a low husky voice. “That feels soooo good. You’ve lit a fire inside me and the only way to put it out is for that fire hose of yours to pump some soothing sperm into me.”

She moaned as I slid my fingers into her slit. Three of them disappeared completely, as if her pussy had swallowed them. “You feel pretty wet in there already. I don’t think there’s any danger of spontaneous combustion.”

“I’d be quite happy to stay here and let your delicious fingers trigger my detonator,” she said. “But I promised to let you try the cane on me.” She stood up, stretched, rubbed her bottom while grinning at me, and then disappeared into the study to reappear with the lightweight Dragon cane we had purchased on the internet.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Margaret?” I said. “I’m worried about hurting you with that thing.”

“I do love you, James,” she said. “And I know you don’t really want to hurt me. But I’m in the mood to experiment. It was okay when my father did it to me, and my mother enjoyed what you did to her. So now you can do it to me.”

“But it will leave marks.”

“Of course it will. But I don’t mind. I want to see a nice, neat row of red stripes down my backside. Or would you rather I went out and got a dragon tattooed down my back?”

“Don’t tempt me. Truth be told I’d find it very erotic to see you tattooed,” I replied.

“Mmmm, that’s worth considering. Now stop prevaricating. escort keçiören You’re going to cane me.” She proffered me the cane. “Tease me with it first, but don’t keep me waiting too long. My bum’s all nicely warmed up for it.”

“Okay, stand with your legs apart and your hands behind your head.”

I’d seen this sort of thing done in the spanking videos I’d watched on-line. So I walked around her swishing the cane. Then I rubbed it across her nipples, watching them pucker and stiffen. Gently I tapped the cane lightly against one breast and then the other. Then again, lightly flicking each rubbery hard nipple with the tip.

I kept the cane pressed lightly against her as I rubbed it slowly down over her chest and belly, stopping when I reached her pussy. I placed a few light taps across her belly and pubic mound and continued tapping down her thighs. Then I walked around to other side and started the same process from the neck down. Tapping it across her shoulders and back, over the small of her back and bottom. I paused when I reached the crease between her thighs and buttocks, pointed the cane, and slid it in between her parted labia, holding it firmly pressed against her slit.

Margaret’s face had flushed and she was sighing as I gently sawed the cane back and forth along her slit, seeing it emerge shining with her juices. Then I dropped it away from her sex and gently tapped it back and forth on the inside of her thighs, working my way down to her knees.

I moved in front of her again and bent my head to kiss her. She parted her lips and our tongues met. I felt her hand reach between my legs and grasp my cock which was back to full hardness and sticking straight up in front of my belly.

“You’re enjoying this, my darling,” she said. “And that makes me a very happy woman.”

She walked over to an armchair, knelt on the seat, rested her arms and head on the back, parted her legs and stuck her bottom out.

“Lay on MacDuff.”

I gazed at the engorged and parted labia protruding between her outer lips, revealing the glistening rose of her sex, and tried to remember everything Clarence had shown me the night he had demonstrated caning Margaret’s bottom, and had allowed me to practise on Jean, my mother in law. I took up a balanced stance to Margaret’s left, measured out my swing and took several practise swishes.

The first stroke was harder than I intended, landing across the middle of Margaret’s bottom with a sharp thwack. Margaret gasped and arched her back, causing her breasts to bounce back and forth on her chest. I was horrified to see a thin red line growing across her buttocks. Instinctively I reached out to rub it.

“Oooooo, yes,” sighed Margaret.

“Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”

She turned her head to look at me and her eyes were blazing with excitement. “Will you stop worrying? I haven’t told you to stop have I? You’ve just set off a whole burst of sparks in my vagina. Now please give me another one just the same.”

I drew back my arm and aimed just above the first red line, but holding back a little. Nevertheless there was a satisfying soft crack and Margaret jiggled her hips and sighed.

“Perfect,” she cooed. “There goes another rocket. Wooosssh, oooohhh, I can feel the stars bursting.”

I lowered my aim and laid the cane just below the first stripe, a bit harder this time, starting to relax and enjoy the experience, now that I realised that it was not causing Margaret any serious pain. The cane thwacked into her buttocks causing Margaret to yelp and buck her hips

“Ohhhhhhh,” she breathed, as a third red stripe started to glow across her bottom.

I dropped my cane arm and reached out with my left hand to caress Margaret’s hanging breasts. Her nipples were rubber hard and I tweaked them gently with my fingers, and then cupped each breast and massaged it.

“Are you okay Margaret, do you want me to stop?”

“Not yet. How are my love marks coming along?”

“You’ve got three stripes across your bum,” I replied. “Glowing nicely, like a pink and red tiger.”

“Gggrrrrrrrr,” she growled, twisting her body and arching her back like a cat. “Three more. Then you have to fuck me. But take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

I resumed my stance, cocked my wrist and laid the fourth stroke above the second. This time there was the barest hint of a wriggle and a soft sigh. Then she jiggled her hips to show that she was ready.

I swung again, aiming lower this time. Margaret gasped and a soft yelp escaped her lips. She steadied her hips and pushed her bottom out displaying five, almost parallel, pink stripes. I ran my left hand over them, feeling the dangerous allure of being allowed to mark my lover’s body this way.

I cocked my wrist and aimed the last stroke lower again, just above the crease at the bottom of her buttocks but making sure that the cane would strike the flesh, and not touch any of the sensitive bits underneath. I struck, a little harder than before, the cane bouncing off the firm flesh with a satisfying thwack.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” moaned Margaret, dropping her head on her arms and arching her back, and I was afraid I’d hurt her. “Ohhhhhhh, woooossshhh. There are stars bursting inside me. Quick, get your cock in me before they start to fade.”

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Brian strolled into the Courtyard by Marriott and walked up to the check-in desk. Cindy looked up from her computer, and the attractive blond broke into a big smile as she said, “Hi, Mr. Parker. Welcome back.”

“Hello, Cindy. How are you doing today?”

“I’m doing well, thank you. How was your flight.”

“Not bad, thanks.”

This was the fifth week in a row that Brian travelled to his client, taking the same flight and arriving at the hotel at the same time every week. Cindy was always on the desk and was always very friendly. He figured she was in her early thirties — maybe five years younger than he was — and he noticed she didn’t wear a wedding ring. He wondered how strict the rules were about hotel staff getting too friendly with the guests.

Of course, he had no reason to think she would be interested in him. He worked out most weekdays — especially when he was travelling — so he had a trim body. He knew he didn’t have leading-man looks, but more than one woman had told him he was nice-looking. And though she was always friendly, she never flirted with him. And perhaps, even if she WAS interested, she just might have been reluctant since he wore a wedding ring. She didn’t know that Brian and his wife hadn’t had sex in at least nine months or that he’d be very open to feeling the warmth of hugging a woman’s naked body. In fact, he’d be VERY open to hugging Cindy’s naked body.

He snapped out of his momentary fantasy as Cindy pushed the little envelope with his key cards across the counter. “I put you in your favorite room.”

“Thanks, Cindy. Are you off at 6:00?”

“Ha, yep. You know my schedule better than my manager does! If I don’t see you later, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okey Dokey. Hasta mañana.”

Brian walked to the elevator, with his carry-on suitcase in tow. When he got to his room, he tapped his keycard and walked in. Yep, it looked just like it did last week. And the week before. And the week before that. It wasn’t fancy, but it was perfectly fine for business travel. It met his three key requirements: it was clean, the shower had decent pressure, and it had fast, free Wi-Fi.

The first thing he did was pull out his computer and check the web to see what was happening at the large university nearby. Sometimes travelling sucked, but he liked this town because there was usually something interesting to do in the evening. He decided to attend some presentations from PhD students in the Computer Science department. He figured it would probably be a little geeky; he would fit in perfectly.

He unpacked, hanging up his pants and shirts, and made a mental note to iron the blue one before he wore it. Then he headed out to a local sushi restaurant he liked.

When he walked in, the hostess greeted him. “Hello. Welcome back.”

He thought, “what a pathetic SOB I am. I stay in the same hotel and eat at the same fucking restaurants every week. My life SUCKS.” He chuckled out loud. His life didn’t really suck, not counting the lack of sex and his habit of repeating the exact same travel routine every week. He was a successful independent consultant, he was paid well for his services, and he lived in a very nice house. He and his wife actually got along quite well and loved each other, though the sex thing was becoming more and more of an issue. He wasn’t as much upset that they NEVER had sex as he was that his wife refused to talk to a doctor about her total lack of libido. He KNEW there could be lots of reasons — god knows he googled the subject enough. But she wouldn’t talk to anyone. Lately it started to piss him off.

He recognized the waitress who walked up to him. “Order of edamame and a Rainbow Roll?” she said with a smile. Jesus Christ, he thought, I really do order the same damn thing every time.

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” he said with a big smile. “Well, THIS time, I’m gonna have…… Yeah, I’ll have the usual.”

The waitress chuckled and said, “very good, sir,” before turning and walking away.

During dinner, Brian reviewed his email and checked out twitter on his phone. When he was done eating, he headed over to the University to listen to the presentations.

The event was in a newer lecture hall which had long, curved tables and stadium seating. There was a giant screen in the front of the hall to display presentations to the audience and a smaller screen at the back of the hall so the speaker could see the presentation without turning around or having to look at his computer. There were four students who were presenting. Each had 15 minutes to make his or her pitch followed by 10 minutes for questions. The students were in the fourth year of their program, so these presentations were supposed to be well-honed by now. Soon they would be giving a longer version of these speeches to their PhD. committees, hoping to be awarded their doctorates. A brochure included a picture of each student, a short biography, and a summary of the student’s topic.

The first presentation was given by Lee, a Japanese keçiören escort man with a fairly strong accent. His topic was related to the best way to store data on disks to maximize the speed of retrieving it. He used lots of formulas to prove how much time could be saved using his techniques. Although Brian found the presentation rather boring, he thought the ideas actually had a lot of potential.

The second presentation was given by Alana, a stunning, statuesque blond. She had huge breasts, which Brian thought detracted from her appearance. She, apparently, didn’t agree, as she showed enough cleavage to say, “I’ve got ’em, you love ’em, and here they are!” She came across as very smart, which was not surprising since she received her BS and MS from MIT. Her thesis was related to using Artificial Intelligence in the health-care field for faster diagnosis. Brian found it very interesting, and she was excellent at presenting her ideas.

The third presentation was given by Tim, someone who many would describe as a classic nerd. His topic was related to computer games and graphics animation. Although Brian hated computer games, it was certainly a big business and a hot topic in the field. But the nerdy part was the way he gave his presentation. He rarely looked at the audience, preferring to look down. He didn’t speak loudly enough. And it looked like he had slept in his shirt. Brian sympathized with him; fifteen years ago, it could have been him (except for the wrinkled shirt).

The last presentation was given by Mara, a cute brunette. Her topic was related to data mining, the process of looking through large amounts of data — usually collected by businesses — to discover patterns or useful information. She was developing new algorithms to search the data more quickly to find useful patterns. Brian found this presentation the most interesting, since some of his work related to data mining. He listened intently and thought she had some great ideas. He asked a couple of questions during her Q&A session, and he found her answers thoughtful and intriguing.

After her presentation ended, the moderator thanked everyone for attending and thanked the PhD students. When he was done, some people in the audience walked up to talk to the various presenters. A few people went up to Lee, though they appeared to be his friends. A LOT of people went up to Alana. A bunch of them were younger, so probably undergrads in the Computer Science program. Half were interested in her work; half just wanted to be near the beautiful bombshell they saw walking the halls in the Computer Science department. Two people walked up to Tim to ask about his work, but he was just as awkward at answering their questions as he was during his presentation.

Brian was the only one who walked up to Mara. In fact, she was packing up her computer and didn’t even see him standing next to her. Finally, he said, “I liked your presentation.”

She jumped as she yelled, “Oh, shit!” and grabbed her chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

Brian laughed. “No problem. I think you’ve done some interesting research and have some great ideas.”

“Really? Thanks. Based on your questions earlier, I take it you work in the field.”

“Yeah. I do lots of general IT consulting, but I’ve helped a number of companies select Business Intelligence partners.”

The two of them started talking about specific vendors in the field, what they thought were good and bad about each, and a little more about Mara’s research. After 15 minutes, they noticed they were the last two left in the large hall. Mara looked around and said, “Uh, I think they’d probably like us to leave.”

“Would you like to grab some coffee and keep talking?” Brian asked, hoping he wasn’t being too forward with the woman he had just met.

Mara hesitated for a second, looked at Brian, and decided he was probably safe. “Sure. Let me just call my roommate and let her know I won’t be right home. She gets nervous if I don’t show up when she’s expecting me.”

She pulled out her phone, walked to a corner of the room, and called her roommate. After a minute, she came back and said, “There’s a Starbucks just around the corner. That ok?”

“Absolutely.”

After Mara finished packing up her computer, the two of them resumed their conversation as they climbed the steps of the lecture hall to the doors at the top. The Starbucks was packed with students, nearly every one sitting behind a computer — most of them some form of Mac. All the glowing white apple logos could have been right out of an Apple commercial.

They found a table, and Brian asked Mara what she’d like. He went to order the drinks, and she sat down. After he ordered, while he was waiting for the drinks to be prepared, she got up to grab a couple of napkins. It was the first time he really noticed how she looked and what she was wearing. Her hair hung just below her shoulders and waved back and forth as she walked. Her hair framed a very pretty face. She had on a keçiören escort bayan stretchy knit black top with sprinkles of silver which hugged her beautiful B-cup breasts. Rather than creating a “ledge” across her chest, it showed two distinct mounds, which Brian found VERY sexy.

She also had on high-waisted pants that had a wide waistband. The material was also stretchy, and it hugged her lower half. When he saw her from behind, he realized the combination of the high-waisted style and the stretchy material highlighted the beautiful shape of her ass. It wasn’t huge and definitely not what some people call a bubble-butt, but he found it really attractive. It had a nice, small curve that he kept staring at as she walked away. Truth be told, he was much more of a boob man, rarely looking at or thinking about women’s butts. But this one really called his name. Suddenly Mara looked over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass. Brian quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed; Mara broke into a huge smile.

Once the drinks came up, he returned to the table. He and Mara continued their discussion about her research and thesis, and they went on for another half hour. Then Mara asked, “so what did you think of Alana?”

“She’s got some big ideas,” he said, as he took a sip of his latte.

“And some big tits,” Mara replied, just as he was swallowing. Brian started to laugh as the coffee was going down, causing him to spit some coffee out of his mouth and have some coffee come out his nose, while he started coughing like he was choking to death. Mara burst out in a huge, loud laugh, causing everyone in the Starbucks to turn and look at her. She covered her mouth and jumped up to get some more napkins to wipe up the table while Brian tried to get his cough under control. She was still laughing quietly when she returned to the table and started wiping the table. She dabbed at Brian’s shirt where there was some coffee, along with the top of his legs. Brian thought it was innocent, but she slightly pushed on his package while she was wiping his pants.

Brian got his cough under control as Mara sat down. “Sorry about that,” he said. “You kinda’ caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Really? I never would have guessed,” she said as sarcastically as she could while wearing a huge smile.

“So, let’s see…. Where were we. Alana. I take it you don’t like her?”

“Not true. Actually, I like her a lot. She’s very smart. Went to MIT.”

“I saw in the brochure she went there. But I think you got your Master’s degree at a school that turns out some of the smartest computer scientists in the U.S.”

“Well,” Mara said, “I think it’s a good school, but maybe not THAT good. Where did you go to school?”

“I went to a school that I think turns out some of the smartest computer scientists in the U.S.”

Mara started laughing. “Ohhhhh…. THAT’S why you think my alma mater is so good! Was Professor Milton there when you were there?”

“Are you kidding?” Brian asked. “I think he’s been there since Charles Babbage built his first computer,” he said with a reference to the 19th century inventor of early computer devices.

Mara laughed and said, “I was never sure if he was a genius or a psychotic lunatic.”

“I think the answer to that is YES,” Brian said with a straight face. This elicited another laugh from Mara.

“But can we get back to Alana for a second. I didn’t notice. Did she have large breasts?” Brian said with a straight face. In return, Alana gave him her very best ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look. He continued, “I actually thought it distracted from her presentation — especially the way she puts them on display. I think some people might not take her seriously.” Then he reached across the table and grabbed Mara’s hands, one in each of his. “You know, not all guys go for that look. I haven’t really known you long enough to talk like this, but I think your chest is much more beautiful than hers. I’d much rather look at you than her.”

Mara replied with the same ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look, then said, “NO ONE prefers this,” as she nodded down toward her chest, “to Alana’s.”

“Jesus Christ!” Brian spitted out. “I am telling you the truth. I saw how all those people were drooling over her after the presentations, but SOME guys don’t find that sexy. I’d much rather see yours than hers.” Then he blushed a little, realizing what he said. “Sorry.”

He was still holding Mara’s hands as she processed what he just said. She also felt a tingle run through her body. For some reason he felt like he could say anything to her, and he continued, “Everyone talks about guys always thinking their dicks aren’t big enough…. When will you women — women with beautiful bodies likes yours — stop thinking your tits aren’t big enough?” Again, he started to turn red. “Ummm, maybe I should shut up, huh?”

Mara took her hands out of his and reversed the position, with her grabbing his hands. “For now I’m going to assume escort keçiören you’re telling me the truth. Thank you. I appreciate it.” They sat in silence for about 30 seconds, and then Brian started to take another sip of his latte. A very slight, wicked smile crossed Mara’s face, and just as he got the coffee in his mouth, she said, “so do you think your dick isn’t big enough?”

Just like before, Brian gasped, spit out some coffee, and some came out of his nose. And again, Mara let out a huge, loud laugh, with everyone turning to look at her. And again she jumped up to get more napkins. She wiped the table and again patted his pants, though this time she looked directly at Brian as she moved her hands dangerously close to his dick without making direct contact. When she finished “drying him off”, she sat down and looked at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit!” Brian replied while laughing. “You waited for me to take a drink. You are a cruel person.”

Mara joined him in laughter while pointing to herself and saying, “Moi?”

They continued talking for a quite a while covering all sorts of topics. While nothing explicit was said, Mara inferred there was some strain in his relationship with his wife. Eventually, she said, “I’d better get going. Would you mind walking me home?”

“I’d be happy to.”

It was a beautiful, warm night as they walked across campus. When they got to her apartment, she turned to Brian and said, “Can you come in for a second? I wanted to ask you something.”

Brian didn’t hesitate before replying, “Of course,” but he wondered what this was about.

When she opened the door to her apartment, it was dark. Brian said, “Isn’t your roommate here?”

“I don’t have a roommate. I live by myself.”

“Before we left the lecture hall, you said you were going to call your roommate to let her know you weren’t coming straight home.”

Mara tossed her bag on the floor and turned to Brian. A smile came across her face as she stepped close to him and put her hands on his waist. “That was just to make you think someone was keeping track of me in case you turned out to be a dangerous pervert and planned on kidnapping me.”

Brian smiled as he returned the gesture and put his hands on her waist. “Are you sure I’m not a pervert?”

Mara smiled again. “Actually, I’m quite sure you are. Only a pervert likes to shoot coffee out of his nose. But I don’t think you’re dangerous.”

“Thanks for bringing up the coffee and the nose. Greatly appreciate that. Makes me feel very sophisticated and debonair.”

Mara chuckled for a minute and then looked very serious as she pulled him closer so their bodies were touching. “Thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed talking with you about my research. You gave me some great ideas about other areas to investigate.” She paused for a second and looked deeply into Brian’s eyes. “And I liked talking with you about everything else, too. You’re a funny, sweet guy, and you made me feel good on many different levels. Although I’m usually a fairly confident person, I sometimes DO feel self-conscious about my body when I’m anywhere near Alana and see everyone fawning over her. You made me feel good about my body. You even got me excited.”

Mara felt Brian’s dick push against her as he started to get hard. He kept his hands on her waist but extended his thumbs onto the front of her stomach. Then he slid his hands up from her waist, stopping so that his thumbs were just below the bottom of her breasts, just barely grazing the bottom of each breast. As Mara let out a tiny gasp, Brian said, “I meant every word I said. I think your body is beautiful. In fact, I think it’s perfect.”

Mara moved her hands further behind him to pull him even tighter and to press into his package. She felt herself getting wet as she leaned in and placed a kiss on Brian’s lips. A quick kiss, and then she pulled back. She looked at him, moved one hand to the back of his head, and pulled him for another kiss, this one much more passionate. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he was happy to play with it. His right hand slid onto her breast, and Mara let out a soft moan. As they continued kissing, she was grinding on Brian’s crotch while he gently squeezed and massaged her breast. She knew her pussy was soaking.

She pulled back and Brian moved his hand off her breast. She looked at him with an angelic face. “Would you really rather see mine than Alana’s?”

“Yes. Absolutely. I meant it.”

Mara took her hands off of Brian, crossed her arms as she grabbed the bottom of her knit top, and started to pull up. When she exposed her stomach, with the top scrunching up just below her breasts, she let go and stuck her arms straight up. Brian grabbed the sides of the scrunched-up material, stretched it in front of her breasts, and pulled it over her head. He gasped as her bra-covered breasts came into view. He hadn’t been this close to a near-naked woman other than his wife in at least 15 years. Even in her white bra, she was beautiful. He could see the faint outline of her areolas through her bra. He pulled the top over her outstretched arms and tossed it onto a chair. He instinctively cupped both breasts and gave a gentle squeeze, causing both of them to let out a moan. Brian could have died a happy man right there, but he knew there was more.

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Sally and I sat at the kitchen table, and I excitedly told her about the way I had presented her nude pictures in an album.

“It’s ever so sexy, you look great,” I enthused, causing Sally to smile in anticipation.

“I can’t wait to see it, make sure you don’t spill any of your seed on it before I get a look at it,” she joked. She was referencing my pornographic magazines she had seen where excitement affected my timing and aim and soiled the pictures of many a sultry model.

“Sally!”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t had a tug or two already,” she teased her face blooming with exhilaration at the admiring notices I was giving her.

“I’m not saying that’s for you to find out.”

“You had me worried in the photo shoot, I’d never seen someone so sexually aroused, you were like an animal. I thought you were going to pin me down and fuck me for one moment.”

I smiled while remembering how close to being completely out of control I was. After I had ejaculated on Sally’s ass, I felt awful and was full of self-loathing but later when I complied her nude album, the feelings returned. Why didn’t I just slip my cock in her when I had the chance? Her ass was spread, and her moist pussy was surrendered for me to plough.

“What would you have done if I did?” I returned, hiding behind a mischievously directed question.

“James!” Sally exclaimed blushing instantly, causing her to look away.

I took her embarrassed silence as a plus. She wasn’t insulted by my insinuation, but she still didn’t give a clue to her reaction if I had jumped her bones.

Suddenly Mother burst into the kitchen her bathrobe almost opening in her haste.

“I’ve got something of yours that needs explaining you filthy little pervert,” She raged making her way to the far side drawer.

Sally looked at me in terror.

“Oh God please tell me you hid the album,” she begged with her eyes wide in fear.

“What was that?” Mother overheard as I nodded nervously to calm Sally.

She stopped and pulled something out of the draw. I instantly became alarmed. She walked to the opposite edge of the table and held out Gemma’s panties.

“What were these doing under your bed, James?”

My worst fear had come true Mother had found my panty stash. My head flew into a panic, my mouth making a few false starts to say something.

“They’re mine,” confessed Sally, taking the air out of my lungs in relief.

“Well what are they doing under your bed, James?”

“I don’t know,” was the best I could answer desperately trying to help Sally out.

“If they are your’s Sally, what are they doing in James bedroom, why are they the wrong size and why are they covered in sperm?”

My head throbbed; we were once more skewered on the poisonous tongue of our harridan of a mother.

Sally lent back in her chair and delivered her killer excuse.

“They’re too big because my boyfriend bought the wrong size, they’re covered in semen because some of us still have a sex life and they were left in James’s room because we all know what a nosey pervert you are.”

“You fucking whore how dare you!” screamed Mother.

“It’s the truth, ask her why father left, James?”

“You bitch!”

“Go on ask her?”

I thought it best to remain silent, as I didn’t know the landscape of the argument.

“As soon as you’re old enough young lady, you are out of this house!” Mother screamed.

“Do you really think I’d stay in this den of perverted crazies?”

Boldly yelled back, Sally, beginning to cry.

“You little bitch, I’ve given you everything to get on in this world, and this is how you thank me?”

“Everything!”

“Yes everything!”

Sally leapt from the table with a force that pushed her chair onto the floor behind.

“Everything except a father, it was you who made him leave you vicious bitch!” Screamed Sally her face now waterlogged with tears. She turned and went for the front door.

I searched the neighbourhood for Sally calling in at her friend’s houses, and none of them had seen her. I chanced the library, knowing it was a haunt of hers in earlier years when she needed a bit of silence when Mother and father were arguing. Sally was nowhere to be found.

It had been three days since the disappearance of Sally as Mother breezed past me art the kitchen table grabbing her candles before stomping up the stairs to the bath. My hatred for her had grown execrably, and all the time she was in the kitchen, I kept my head down studiously studying the mailshots of the day.

Another day passed, and I was beginning to accept that Sally would not be returning. I ate my tea vowing to myself to get through college to get a job and start again. I held onto that dream as It was the only solace I could find. That was so simple except how would I get Gemma? I awoke from my trance by the doorbell. I sleepwalked to the front door without any interest to who may be at there. I opened the door wide.

“Hello, James,” cheerfully greeted keçiören escort Mrs Leighton. She was dressed to kill, but it was her words that I was more fearful of.

“Er Hello Mrs Leighton,” I welcomed, as my body became shot through with adrenaline.

“I’ve come to see your Mother,” she explained with a malicious smile. A smile she knew that would have my mind saturated with fear. I stood transfixed with racing thoughts of the horrors she could torment me with.

“Well aren’t you going to let me in?” She impatiently requested still disingenuously smiling while her words suggested at an interrogation.

“Who is it?” shouted Mother from the depths of our house.

“Its Mrs Leighton,” I needlessly shouted back as Mother rapidly walked to the door still dressed in her bathrobe.

“Just don’t stand there like a lemon, let her in,” impatiently rebuked Mother while pushing me to one side, “Sorry about my bone idle, good for nothing son.”

“Oh I don’t know,” leered Mrs Leighton with a heinous smile as she brushed by me, “I could think of a thing or two to do with him.”

Her hand went out to grab at my nether regions while my mothers back was turned. I quickly evaded her grasp. Whatever she was here for it was plain she wasn’t going to spare my blushes.

“Ha! What that insipid waste of space, he couldn’t get laid in a brothel,” cruelly insulted Mother.

“I don’t know he may get one or two offers of a blow-job,” suggested Mrs Leighton winking at me.

“Yeah, from other men maybe, come this way, my bathrooms upstairs,” insulted Mother before leading the way.

I become confused, was Mrs Leighton expecting me to act on her offer? Was she going to tell Mother what had been going on; and why were they going to the bathroom?

I had resisted going into the attic to spy on Mother in the bath, but this situation forced my arm. I had to know what was being said about me so I could be ready with a defensive strategy against them.

I sneaked upstairs and silently pulled down the ladders from the loft ceiling. I could hear the two vicious bitches haughtily hackling above the sound of water spewing from the taps.

I stealthily crept to the small hut-like cladding around the bathroom mirror. I trod softly in a minefield of creaking floorboards and gradually, carefully brought into view the room below.

Mother and Mrs Leighton were standing in the bath, their skin sweating amidst the rising steam. Their hair was wet as they kissed sensually, leaning back, so their nipples gently grazed each other. They pulled in to each other with hands-on their asses grinding their pussies together. They went into a mad pussy grinding, ass kneading, nipple-caressing dance, kissing each other hard when they eventually pulled in close breast to breast.

So that whore ‘Mrs Leighton’ was a friend of my Mothers after all. Sandra had been telling the truth about my Mother’s lesbian proclivities. In years past this fact would have shocked and even upset me, but now it was just another addition to Mothers infantry of madness.

The naked women’s caressing became more vigorous, their hands practically rubbing the skin as their limbs swept broader and more challenging. Their kisses became more aggressive, their mouths crashing hastily together as their hair swung.

I had been led to believe that lesbian love was always more gentle and seductive but what I was watching was fast hard and gratuitous.

The water sloshed in the bath as they held each other in a mad dance. I caught a whiff of something exotic and saw two reefers burning away.

Mrs Leighton pulled her head away and ravenously bit into Mother’s neck, causing her to scream. She retaliated by grabbing her by her pussy hair and twisting. They both snarled at each other like wild cats. Their once soft caressing strokes had now become frenzied scratching lashes as their mouths bit into each other.

The ferocity of their attacks caused bruising on their necks and gums to bleed.

Mrs Leighton dropped to her knees, causing a tidal wave of displaced water. She pulled mothers pussy wide and clamped her bloody mouth over her. Mother’s hands went down to grip Mrs Leighton’s head by her hair and pulled upwards. Her tongue rasped out and licked up Mothers raw pink slit before reaching up and grabbing her nipples.

Mother retaliated and brought her hands to Mrs Leighton’s breast. She screamed and squealed demonically. My head swam as I took in the seeping odours of their drug. I took Sally’s advice and made my getaway.

From that day on, I became aware of bite marks and scratches on my Mother’s flesh and imagined how they got there. I stayed in my bedroom as much as possible to avoid Mrs Leighton. When Mother had a bath on her own, I visited the room overlooking the bath and watched Mother masturbate on her drug high. The seeping smoke gave me a bad headache, and so I rarely saw her orgasm.

Almost a week had passed, and I was working at my desk keçiören escort bayan in my bedroom when I heard fast approaching footsteps on the landing. My bedroom flung open and in jumped Sally armed with a camera.

“Sally” I welcomed with joy.

“Get your kit off, quick!” came the abrupt reply throwing me into confusion.

“Come on, I’ve got to get this done quick!” She asserted, grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me to my bed.

“Where have you been?”

“No time for that now, just strip!” Sally commanded.

“I’ve been worried about you,” I solemnly declared while taking my shirt and trousers off.

“I’m okay, now get naked and pose on the bed,” she urged, “hurry!”

I was soon naked and briskly pushed back so hard I tripped backwards on the bed.

“Right pose!” yelled Sally bringing up the camera to her face.

“Can we talk?” I quickly asked as I put both my hands behind my head with Sally clicking away.

“Change pose, and get your cock hard!” she ordered, “We’ll have time to chat later.”

Sally looked magnificent in my confusion as she raced around clicking every aspect of my anatomy as I worked some life into my cock.

“On your back, legs apart and wank for all your worth!” she loudly instructed getting between my legs and snapping away.

“Right on all fours and reach back and grab your balls!”

‘What?”

“Do it, I don’t have much time!”

I did as I was told with numerous questions for her clogging my mind for the release.

“Right now finger your ass!’

“Hey!”

“Don’t argue, get your fingers up there!” She yelled, “And keep wanking that cock!”

Sally snapped away at my ass before asking, “Is that cock hard yet?”

“I think so?”

“On your back and wank for all your worth!”

My voice was lost in her barnstorming photoshoot, and I surrendered to her rapier authority.

“Lift your ass, on your side, try and lick your cock!” Sally rattled out like a pornographic machine gun. And in a daze I obeyed.

“Right on your back is that cock ready to cum yet?”

I lie on my back and spread my legs and worked away at my shaft. Such was the speed of Sally’s demands; I was still far from cumming.

Sally lent in and grabbed my cock, “Hands off!” she demanded and took to speedily wanking me up. Her downstroke jerked me into life as she almost ripped my foreskin, but she approved of the motion in the shot.

She took me in her hand and gobbled me! The surprise gave me an instant rise, and seeing Sally’s little mouth bobbing on my cock quickly brought me up to the edge.

She loudly slurped her lips off my purple head and quickly said,

“Tell me when you’re going to cum.”

Her head went back to sucking my cock as she rolled my balls and fingered my ass. I quickly came to the edge and anxiously tapped her head to tell her I was about to cum.

“Hold your cock up!” She yelled as she slurped off my cock and quickly took her camera. I shot high geysers of pure white spunk into the air with Sally frantically clicking away, trying hard to catch my sperm in flight and splashing down on my stomach.

I finished pretty quickly as I hadn’t been worked up enough and lay back on my bed spunk coved.

“Thanks, James” Sally said with a kiss and ran out of the room.

I lay back taking in deep breaths. What the hell was that all about? She had borrowed a camera and knew the deal was for me to be posed and photographed as well, but I was still shocked and felt used.

One night I was feeling horny, and I listened to the water from the bathroom stop flowing with the accompanying pipe groan to the turning of the taps. It wasn’t long before I heard the singing from Mother. It looked like her drug-induced happiness was her only outlet, and her care for Sally was smoked into oblivion very quickly. I thought of Mother laid in the bath, an air of mischievousness joined a glow in my loins and moved me to spy on her from the attic.

This time I really lusted to see Mother’s sexy body even though I looked down in hate rather than love, to somehow humiliate her in my mind. It wasn’t easy, though. Mother for all her spiteful ways had an amazing body. The whiff of her weed was very evident in the loft as somehow her smoke eased its way through the cracks of the one-way mirror. I had never smoked weed at school or college and was only aware of the aroma in my small cubby viewing room.

I watched as she took the finally puff from her doobie and stubbed it out in a candle nearby. She was still singing merrily, and I began to feel my actions cowardly and lame for if she didn’t know, I was watching how could it humiliate her? For some hazy reason, I found watching her enjoyable. I felt relaxed and woozy. The realisation that I had been subjected to marijuana secondary smoke stumbled upon me and decided to leave right then. I watched a few seconds and went to move. I saw her legs open wide and instantly dragged myself to a halt. escort keçiören “Hello,” I thought to myself immediately feeling my blood flow, making me feel euphoric and relaxed.

Mother took the loofah to her spread legs and slowly dragged it over her submerged pink oyster. She groaned and laid back as her free hand, caressed her marvellous breasts. She masturbated sedately choosing a slow sensuous touch rather than a rigorous shuffle of her pussy. She slowly lifted her butt as she pulled the loofah up from between her legs, her soap soaked pubes breaking the surface. She let out a seductive sigh as she stroked herself in reverse as her ass lowered in the water.

She stroked her whole body now before opening her pussy up with her once caressing hand. She spread her legs wider and slowly applied the loofah to her Spread pussy slowly caressing her luminous pink shining star.

She then inserted a finger and slowly finger fucked herself while still brushing her bush and clit. She was groaning and writhing in the bath, causing the water to build up and cascade as waves. It was proving too much for me, and in an inexplicable wanton act of debauchery, I lowered my pants and started masturbating.

I didn’t try to pretend I was telepathically trying to humiliate her in any way. I was aware that this was a full-on incestuous perversion, and I didn’t care. I became manic, my head floating in a demonic haze raking my hard cock at the masturbating image of my Mother on heat.

My arms flexed and in doing so, knocked the cup of water left from a session sometime before. It fell on the one-way mirror with a clunk stopping Mother’s exotic treatments in their tracks as she looked up.

I kept still thinking the noise would abate and that she’d continue her strides for the divine goal of orgasm. To my consternation, she didn’t. She kept staring as I noticed the water spilt from the cup gave a distorted view of Mothers body beneath. It looked like she could see me, and she urgently heaved herself out of the bath. I fled in a panic, trying to hoist my trousers up as I ran. I slide down the attic ladder bannister and hit the floor, but it was too late. Standing above me was my wet naked Mother. Boldly looking down on me as water dripped off her nakedness.

“So!” was all she said, as her face took on a tribal hardness unashamed at being caught in her self-comforting. Mother seemed to be ten feet tall with her tits coming to pointy-headed nipples. The background blurred and I blinked as I swore I could see a row of teeth in her pussy.

I tried to pull my trousers up as I rummaged about in a panic on the floor. I tried to cover my erection that was hardened by the psychotropic substance.

Mother quickly stepped in, stomping her foot down hard between my legs just catching my balls with her toes. I winched at the testicular scraping but still tried for dignity in covering up. My actions had been indefensibly on show. Her well-placed foot stopped me pulling my trousers up, and Mother stood leering over me, her wetness still falling onto me. She studied my cock with demonic red scheming eyes.

She then brought her other foot over and pinned me down by my chest. I shuddered under her in a neurotic ball and tried to cover my erection.

I looked up at her, a picture of a naked Amazonian woman with her hands on her hips, her puffed up pussy as yet satisfied dripping bathwater but apparently begging to be fed.

I became speechless in panic and lay trying to curl up, awaiting her next move. She lifted her foot from between my legs and stood on my hardness using the wall to keep her balance.

“Another peeping tom,” she sighed, “But this time I get to have the pleasure”. She was talking to herself while her foot worked my stiff shaft. She had a look that somehow wanted to devour me. An intense submissive paranoia captured me, a sense beyond my experience and comprehension.

“Get in my bedroom and lay on the bed,” she instructed. Her voice made me shiver with fear, and somehow I felt each word punch my face causing me to flinch.

I was awash with terror and got to my hands and knees to crawl to her room. Immediately she dragged my trousers and pants off rendering me bottomless and making me mockingly vulnerable as I crawled before her. My cock and balls took on a feeling of exaggerated dimensions bringing a fear of being attacked rather than masculine pride.

“Hurry! She demanded as she kicked my testicles, making me speed up.

“Mother!” I cried like a regressed child being smacked for a minor misdemeanour rather than the incestuous abuse it was.

“Please not my balls,” I pathetically whimpered as I caringly held them.

Mother laughed, her nightmarish piercing bellow reverberating around the hall, twisted and distorted. She kicked my balls hard, and in my hallucinatory state, they swung like church bells before turning into inflated weights for me to drag along the carpet in agony.

She leant over me to open the door as I cowered from her imaginary hair of vipers. She opened the door, and I crawled through my balls, alarmingly swinging and getting attention for another attack. I squealed in my heightened state of paranoia as Mother laughed and whipped my ass. My whole body went into a wave of shimmering pain, glowing out from my whipped ass.

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Jacob left me wondering just how I was going to face Sandra’s parents and also wondering just what he was going to be saying to those same grandparents. I was somewhat taken back by the fact that Jacob had actually called me “Mom” and seemed to have meant it.

It isn’t every day that your grandchildren’s father is a woman and I knew that they had never approved of my desire to become a woman. They never did really like me though to be honest I guess they at least were resigned to the fact that their daughter had chosen me to be the father of their grandchildren. Don’t get me wrong Fritz and Marlene were great people, but I’m afraid the divorce and my sex preferences began to be a bit much on the fragile relationship.

I knew basically that Jacob, who was twenty and a sophomore at the local college, wanted me back. I couldn’t say that I knew that Josie, Frank, and little Eloise felt the same way. Josie was a year younger than Jacob and was a freshman at the same college. Frank was a freshman at Central High School and was only fifteen. He was the quiet, moody one always having his nose stuck in books and never ever showing any emotion. It made Frank very hard to read or to understand at times. Little Eloise, my darling, gem of a baby was eleven and barely understood what was going on in the family.

Fritz and Marlene did not arrive until all the children were home from their various schools. To say that they were antagonistic would be the understatement of the century. To say that they were much more ready for this showdown than I was made their antagonism seem friendly. They lived in a small town fifty miles or so from us and came without luggage. I knew they weren’t planning to stay around any longer than they had to stay.

They got right to the point. The two youngest were going with them as soon as the funeral was over. If the two oldest wanted to go with them or stay with me, it was their business because of their ages, but Fritz and Marlene made it quite obvious that anybody having anything to do with me would not be welcome in their house at any time. And, if Jerry the man had been barely tolerated, Jerry the woman was to be shunned and would never have access to the two youngest until they reached the age of consent and could make up their own minds. Jacob and Josie informed them that they would be living here with me because they were not leaving college and could not afford to live elsewhere. Fritz and Marlene told them to never come near their brother and sister while those two were living in their house. And they had a legal paper to back them up in everything they said, signed, sealed and now delivered.

“Mom, would you take the other kids with you? I want to talk to grandpa and grandma alone, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course. Kids, let’s get some ice cream in the kitchen.” Josie beamed at me as she led Frank and Eloise into the kitchen with me following behind and closing the door.

I don’t know what Jacob said to them, but when he opened the door to the kitchen only a few minutes later they were both gone and the papers where laying torn into little scraps all over the coffee table.

“What did you have to say to them that they left like that?”

“Can we talk without Frank and Eloise?”

“Yes, of course” I said as I led the way back into the living room and closed the door once again. This time Josie was with us.

“Dad, er Mom, some time ago I had a research paper to do on our family tree. How much do you know about Fritz and Marlene?”

“Not much. Your mother never really talked about them and they never volunteered information about themselves.”

“Well, etlik escort Josie and I talked about what I had found during my research and we decided that if ever the situation that arose today should come up, that information would become our weapon to keep this family together.”

“What information?”

“Mom, Fritz and Marlene are not married.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Of course they are married. Your mother was their only child.”

“Our mother was their only child. That much is true. But they could never be married. Fritz and Marlene are brother and sister. When Fritz got Marlene pregnant with our mother, they ran away from the family that disowned them and they started life fresh hundreds of miles away, only it was as husband and wife instead of brother and sister.”

“And how did you use this information?”

“I told them that if they ever tried to take Frank and Eloise again, I would make sure that their family found out where they were and that their church would find out all the nasty, sexy details of their incest. That should shock the church into shunning them totally because Fritz and Marlene are well-respected members who decry any sin as being mortal. They begged me not to say anything to their church and promised that they would never try to split us up again.”

“So they tore up the papers.”

“No, I tore them up in front of their faces after I gave them a copy of my family research to read.”

I sat down trying to digest what was happening. My son had laid a neat little trap for his grandparents and sprung it with a viciousness that was amazing. Those grandparents were now, I was sure, going to leave my family and me alone.

“I think I could use a drink.”

“OK, Mom, Scotch on the rocks?”

“No. Neat and you better make it a double.”

“Mind if we join you?”

“At this point, no, I don’t. Help yourself.”

“So, Jacob, where do you and Josie suggest we go from here?” I asked as I accepted my Scotch.

“We bury our mother, your ex-wife, and we continue to live together as a family. You become our mother instead of being our father.”

“OK. I can buy that. In fact, I was hoping that that was what you were going to say.”

“Why not? You’re the only Mom we have right now and I sort of like the idea.” Josie said as she sipped on her rum and coke.

“How do you think Frank and Eloise will take it?”

“I think they will adapt though we have to make sure they don’t start blabbing around how their father is now their mother. I’ll talk to them in the morning before the funeral.”

“The funeral! I forgot! I don’t even know if I have a black dress to wear!”

“Well, you’re about the same size Mom was and she’s not going to care if you wear her black dress.”

“I don’t know.”

Josie offered to help me decide and we went upstairs while Jacob went in to see to Frank and Eloise. Josie followed me into the master bedroom and I started to shut the door behind me.

“Don’t bother Mom. We haven’t been closing doors around here for quite some time unless Frank and Eloise are around.”

‘Why?”

“Mom, things changed a lot after you left. Sandra stopped closing her door at night and started walking around in the bare minimum of clothes, none if Frank and Eloise weren’t home. Jacob and I saw her naked more than once and Jacob has wet his wick in her pussy more than once. He took my virginity last year and we’ve slept together every night since then, either just the two of us or with Mother in her bed. I think Jacob sees you as a replacement for some of his very big needs when it comes etlik escort bayan to fucking. His libido is out of sight and he can sure use that monster cock of his. And, you don’t know this, but Sandra and I also made it more than once ourselves. Mom, I’m bi-sexual and I am getting awfully wet just wondering what you look like under all those clothes. A closed door told either me or Jacob that the other was busy taking care of Mother’s cunt and we respected that. Do you want me to close the door now?”

To say I was shocked would not have done the expression any justice. I did the only thing I could do. I sat down on the bed and stared at Josie who smiled as she walked over to me and caressed my shoulders. Her hands soon moved lower and grazed across my breasts hardening the nipples as she went. She bent over and her mouth met mine. At first I did not respond to her lips or the attempted invasion of her tongue. I started to push her away, but her hands that were caressing my breasts sent signals directly from the sensitive nipples to my cunt and I started getting all warm and gooey between my legs. The now familiar need to be fucked was kicking in and my mouth opened to allow her tongue dueling rights with mine. We both moaned at the same time and I was thankful that the younger kids had bedrooms downstairs instead of just across the hall. I raised my face to hers and slowly nodded for her to close the door.

She walked over to the door and gently closed it. Turning back to me she smiled and licked her pouting red lips with the tip of her tongue. When she got back to the bed, I felt her lift my blouse over my head and raised my hands to help her. My bra soon followed the blouse to the floor and Josie bent her lips to my breasts. I pushed her back and she had a hurt look on her face until I grabbed the hem of her jersey and drew it over her head. She was braless–ahhh, I thought, the joy of being young and having firm breasts, not that mine sagged very much–and her two hillocks were capped by a pair of lovely nipples that any woman would be proud to have.

I bent my head and kissed each of her nipples in turn. “Josie, let’s check that black dress first, OK? Then we can get down to the business of giving each other pleasure.” She pulled away and walked over to the closet. Picking out a simple black dress with a modest bodice and a skirt that looked to be about knee-length she turned back to me and held it out.

I dropped my shorts and panties and drew the dress over my head covering my temporarily naked body in black cotton. The waist was a bit tight and the top felt as if it were going to mash my tits flat, but it did fit after a fashion and ended a mere two or three inches above the knee. Josie looked at me a moment and told em to take it off. I did and handed it to her. She took a pair of small scissors and made several quick snips before handing the dress back to me to try on again. This time, the bodice and waist fit almost as if the dress had been made for me.

“Sandra had the dress taken in a couple of inches in the waist and quite a bit in the bodice, but I thought it might fit if we took the new seams and darts loose. Since nobody is going to be there but family, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Ohhh, Josie, I don’t know. I don’t know if I dare go to your mother’s funeral.”

“Mom, family means you, Jacob, and me and the kids–nobody else. Sandra was very specific about that–she didn’t even want grandpa and grandma there. Boy did that bit of news create a stink when she told them! You should have seen their faces.”

“Then your mother knew about her parents?”

“Yes. escort etlik Jacob and I showed her the research last spring but she never confronted them, just told them that the funeral was going to be for us alone. Jacob and I decided yesterday that you should go too.”

I pulled the dress back over my head and Josie folded it over the back of a nearby chair. I was standing naked in front of my daughter, the daughter I had fathered nineteen years earlier and she was about to eat my pussy. God, I thought, how ironic that I had never tried to fuck her while I was a man. She pushed her shorts and panties off and stood naked in front of me. We seemed to stand there for a long time inspecting each other’s body before we worked up the courage to merge our bodies and our mouths. We kissed as long lost lovers and I felt her hands running over my back and down to the cheeks of my ass. Her fingers probed my crack and worked their way forward past the rosebud of my asshole until the met with the warm slipperiness that was my leaking cunt. I moaned as she pushed first one and then two fingers into my love box. Those fingers danced around and made contact with my clit until I thought I was going to burst just from her touch. I fell back on the bed and she fell with me landing beside me.

“Are you sure, Josie?”

“Yes, Mom, I’m sure.”

“What would your mother think?”

“I think she’d approve. After Jacob and I started sharing her bed, she began to understand how you felt. Well, maybe just a little bit, but she finally decided you were not the most depraved lunatic in the world.”

“Well, that’s nice to hear. I wonder what your brother is doing.”

“Jacob told me that he was going to get Frank and Eloise ready for bed and then wait for the door to open. When it does open, he is going to ask you to fuck him and if you say ‘yes’ he will be more than willing to fill your pussy with hot cum. If you should say ‘no’ he said he would understand that too, but I don’t believe him. He likes to fuck too much, and he is very, very good.”

I thought about how much I didn’t know about my own children as Josie ran her hands over my nipples and down between my legs. I was even wetter than before and Josie swung herself around into a classic sixty-nine position offering her snatch to my tongue as her tongue probed my cunt lips for the first time. I lifted my head slightly and for the first time tasted my daughter’s pussy. The taste was slightly tangy but pleasant and I found that I actually liked it. My tongue started to work with a passion and Josie matched me lick for lick until we were both moaning. The moans grew louder and closer together as we both neared our peaks. I felt Josie’s body shudder beneath me and gave a little squeal as my own juices erupted from my pleasantly tortured love hole.

Josie recovered first and twisted around to look me in the eye. We kissed, not as mother and daughter, but as lesbian lovers. I was hooked on my daughter’s pussy juice and from the way she was acting, she like the taste of mine. As we broke the kiss, I bent my head and sucked on her breasts. I felt her fingers exploring the folds of my pussy lips and finding that elusive clit, the center of joyous fulfillment. I nibbled her nipples to show my appreciation and Josie let out a moan. She pushed my head away and lowered her own to my newly developed tits, licking first one and then the other, teasing and drawing little sparks of electricity from each of them in turn. Then she pulled away and looked me in the eye as she asked “Should I open the door?”

“Mmmmm hummmmm.” was the most I could manage as I lay there on the bed basking in my new found love. I watched Josie as she walked towards the door and wondered if I was really ready for what or whom was on the other side of it. I figured I’d find out in a few seconds and closed my eyes basking in the afterglow of my wonderfully incestuous orgasms.

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I do not belong here. I do not speak the language, do not understand these people. I only know some of the customs of this barbarish land, as I was well educated in my youth. I never expected to need the information. I never expected to have been captured from my home and brought here.

Where “here” actually is, I cannot quite say. I know only that I, along with my only daughter, have been brought to somewhere in their country. I believe we are in the home of one of their Overlords, but I do not know what this home is like as we arrived under cover of darkness. I believe it is of impressive size however, as the few rooms I have been in thus far are vast.

Every room, including the one in which I now reside, has been immense and richly appointed. This room in particular seems especially luxurious. The floors and walls are of a dark wood, there is exposed stonework around the fireplace, and rich jewel tone rugs scattered about the floor. Besides the chair upon which I sit and other scattered tables and chairs, there is a bed. It is massive, monstrous in size. The four corner posts are of dark wood, as wide as tree trunks and reach up to the ceiling. It is covered in blue silk with scattered pillows. Everything here screams sensuality.

There is a scent hanging over this room. It is not cloying or exotic, but familiar and sensual. It seems to originate from a brazier upon a nearby table. It is a scent from my homeland. It makes my mouth water, as it is the scent of chocolate covered red spring berries, a decadent luxury I have rarely had. The scent stirs feelings of longing and lust in me; which are quite inappropriate in my circumstance.

Other than these observations, I cannot see much else of the room, as the only light comes from the fireplace, which is large enough that I could walk into it and stand comfortably. Sadly, I cannot get up to explore as I wish. Upon being brought in by attendants, I was cuffed to this chair. Thick leather bracelets hold my wrists down to the chair arms, the same bracelets encircle my ankles attaching them to the chair legs, pulling my legs open wide. I am not uncomfortable by any means. I am, however, completely exposed, as I am naked, my sex is spread wide for any to see, and I am not alone.

There are two others in this room with me; one I am completely familiar with, the other a complete stranger. Behind my chair stands my eighteen-year-old daughter. She is much like me although she is young and nubile. Both of us with long hair as the custom of our people is that once becoming a woman, a female does not cut her hair. Mine therefore is much longer, deep brown that is streaked white with age, hers is not as long but also deep brown, streaked the blonde of youth and sunshine. Where my full breasts sag some with the passage of time, hers, of similar shape and fullness, show the firm pertness of youth. We are both curvy females, although I am heavier than she, built to fill a man’s hands and entice his touch.

As she moves from behind to stand next to me, stoking my wet hair with a brush, I glance at her and notice something else. Upon our arrival here, we were separated. I was whisked away by attendants to some sort of bathing chamber. I was stripped of clothing and scrubbed until I thought my skin would come off. Then I had been shaved. My pussy, legs, and armpits were now bare. My daughter had not been shaved. She was still furred. Although naked also, she retained her jeweled mesh belt which showed her rank to others in our homeland. It occurred to me that in this land these might be outward symbols of her virginity to any one who glanced her way.

As she continued to brush my long hair as it dried in the warmth of the fire, my mind wandered to the one other person in the room, the stranger. I knew it was a man, I knew he sat there in silence, in the darkness just beyond the light given us by the fire. Who was he? Was this the Overlord who had captured us? What did he intend for us? The questions began to overwhelm my mind. I gave up and relaxed into the care of my daughter’s hands. A sigh escaped my lips as I focused my attention on the sensations the brushing was creating.

Once my hair etlik escort was completely dry, she began on the braiding. She is quite talented and able to create intricate patterns in even the finest of hair. As women in our home did not cut their hair it grew long and was kept braided most of the time, therefore, her skills were in great demand. She quickly had one side of my head tamed in rows extending from my face backward where she combined them into thicker braids down my back. As she began the other side, her hands faltered and shook slightly as we both heard a noise from the far end of the room outside the ring of light.

I glanced toward the sound, straining my eyes toward the darkness. I could make out a shadow moving. I was eaten with curiosity. Finally, he stepped into the light. This could only be the Overlord. He emanated a commanding presence; a feeling of power flowed from him and washed over me. Despite my fears, a strange calm settled in my mind. As I examined him with my eyes, my insides tighten, a bolt of pure lust shot through me and my pussy was instantly wet. What was happening to me? I shouldn’t feel this way. This man was my captor. But, what a man he was.

He stood before us naked. He seemed to be similar of age to myself, very well built, very strong. I took in his sandy colored streaked hair; he was probably outdoors in the sun quite a lot. I could not tell the color of his eyes, only that they were very deep and expressive with lines at the edges that suggested he smiled often. I noticed a scar running along his cheek from the outer corner of his left eye toward his chin. His lips were full and I felt myself wishing to touch them.

Strong arms and wide tanned chest tapered to a narrow waist and hips. My eyes stopped there, admiring. He was also shaved and his masculinity was on view standing at full attention. He was thick and powerful. I couldn’t help thinking how filling he would be. I compulsively attempted to close my legs, which was impossible. I squeezed my inner muscles trying in vain to appease the tension building inside me and I felt my pussy flood with juices.

I became aware again of my daughter still working at my hair. I glanced up at her, wondering how she was handling his presence. I could see her glancing at him through lowered lashes, trying not to allow either of us to know she was looking, shy, sly girl. I could see the appreciative glow in her hazel eyes. It probably echoed the look in my own. At this moment, I didn’t care that this man was our captor; I wanted him and wondered what he had in store for the two of us.

He slowly approached us and stood before me, gazing down. I bravely held his eyes. At this distance I could see that they were a deep green. His hand reached out to me and I did not flinch. Instead of violence, he caressed my cheek. His palm was large and warm. With difficulty I did not lean into his touch.

He sank slowly to his knees between my spread legs. His warm hands now upon my knees running up and down from there to my upper thighs. I felt my daughter’s hands upon my shoulders. I had not even realized that she had moved behind me. The Overlord looked up at her. Raising his hands to hers, he moved them from my shoulders to my breasts, his hands covering hers and encouraging them to fondle me there. Under their combined attention, my nipples rose to hard peaks. As his hands returned to my knees, hers continued to attend to my breasts.

The continuous, methodical stroking was causing my pussy to grow wetter and wetter. When his hands reached around to cup my buttocks and he leaned his face in toward me, I nearly came in excitement. He breathed in deeply and sighed, seeming to enjoy the scent of my arousal. He looked up at me with a purely lustful grin before pulling me toward him in the chair. Finally, I felt his tongue upon me. It swiped me from my ass to my clit. My juices poured from me soaking his tongue. As his lips encircled my swollen bud, I threw me head back in ecstasy.

He began sucking on my clit in earnest. My hips thrust toward him wantonly encouraging him, enjoying the strong pulling sensations. His finger entered etlik escort bayan me, then two, then three. I felt so full. He cupped me inside until he found that special spot, then he stroked me. The combination of the magic his tongue and fingers were creating made me fall apart. My body thrummed and vibrated against him as I screamed in ecstasy. Juices gushed from me, which he proceeded to lick up.

I finally began to settle back to earth and realized my head was pillowed between my daughter’s ample breasts. I could feel the Overlord’s hands near my wrists and opened my eyes to see he was unbuckling the restraints. Once he finished on my wrists, he likewise loosed my ankles. This would be my first chance to escape but strangely I had no desire to do so. I wanted to see what was next.

Knowing he could not understand, I could not resist questioning him. “Why?” I asked. “Why did you bring us here? What are you going to do with us? Are you going to hurt us?” I heard the desperation in my voice and glancing over at my daughter, brought myself back under control. Even though I had enjoyed my experience at the Overlord’s hands so far, I could not let her know I worried for our futures. I saw the look of puzzlement in his eyes. He didn’t understand me. Words would do nothing here.

He rose gracefully from his knees to standing in one fluid movement. Reaching for my hand he urged me to my feet also, pulling me tightly to him. His ample lips lowered to mine and claimed me. I could taste my own essence as his tongue powerfully delved into my mouth. I made no move to stop him. My tongue twined with his and sought entrance into his mouth also.

His lips released mine. I was sure mine were completely swollen. For a moment he was still, staring deeply into my eyes. I’m not sure what he was looking for, but felt that I could easily be lost in the depths of his eyes.

Winding his arm around my waist, he turned me toward my daughter. I had actually forgotten her presence during the kiss. Her eyes were wide and staring. I wondered what she thought, of me, of my wanton reaction to this man, this stranger, our captor. He reached out a hand to her pulling her toward his other side. Bending down, he placed a kiss upon her forehead, the type of kiss a father might bestow. A brief moment of sadness swept over me at the memory of her father. He had gone to battle before I even knew I was pregnant. His men had reported him killed but they had not been able to claim his body and return it to me, it had been too mangled, identifiable only by his sword and his medallion displaying the family crest. Her father had never known he was to be a father. Since that time, I had not known a man’s touch. As is the tradition of my people, I had remained untouched, celibate, since his passing. My daughter, sadly, had never known a guiding male presence throughout her entire life thus far.

He led us toward a padded but curiously low bench. He encouraged my daughter to sit astride upon the bench. The Overlord then also sat astride the bench with his back to her but close enough their skin touched gently. Tugging my hand, he had me also sit astride the bench but facing him. I could now understand why the bench was so low. My feet could touch the ground comfortably allowing me to maneuver myself.

Reaching behind himself, he brought my daughter’s hands up to encircle his waist. One hand he brought to his erection placing it there. His hand covered hers showing and encouraging, teaching her without words to feel him, close her hand around him and stroke gently. I could not see her face past the Overlord’s height. I could only see the top of her head as she leaned it upon his shoulder and continued the stroking motion.

He now reached for me. Pulling me forward and lifting my thighs until my pussy was touching his cock, skin to skin, my thighs draped over his. As my daughter’s hand continued stroking him, her knuckles began bumping my clit, a soft, rhythmic, erotic touch. His mouth came down to mine once more and I instinctively raised my lips to his and enjoyed another scorching kiss. I wiggled my hips feeling both his staff and her escort etlik hand against my spread wet pussy. I wanted him inside me.

I threw back my head and moaned at the sensations being created. I was beyond aroused. “I want you,” I told him, looking him in the eye. I knew the words were in vain, that he wouldn’t understand, but could not hold them in. “I have been so long without a man. I want you inside me. I want you to sex me.”

I felt him move beneath me and before I realized what had happened, our positions had changed. I was still sitting, straddling his legs, but he was now lying upon his back, his head at the junction of my daughters spread thighs. With his hands, he encouraged me to stand over his engorged cock. I could feel his head, just there, at my wet silken entrance. I slid onto him, slowly, savoring the sensation as I took every inch inside of me. I was being filled and loved it. I took him completely, to the hilt. I ground my hips against him and felt his cock throbbing deep inside. I opened my eyes to realize he was looking at me. Then I looked up into the eyes of my daughter.

I don’t know what I expected to see there, maybe hate, maybe condemnation. This was our captor and here I had willingly and with relish, taken him inside of me, where only her father had ever been. Instead, I saw a look of wonder, awe, maybe even happiness. She knelt upon the bench to raise herself high enough to crawl over him toward me. I reached out to her as she reached out to me. I brushed the pad of my thumb over her nipple and felt it rise under my touch. She copied the action on my own nipple and I moaned. She grinned at me.

I leaned toward her placing my hands on the Overlord’s chest and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. She responded by opening her mouth and allowing my tongue entrance. We gently explored each other. When she began to moan and whimper I realized mine was not the only tongue at work here. Her position had allowed the Overlord access to her virgin lips. He was licking her and gently sucking her young clitty. As she sat up over his mouth I began moving over his cock, sliding up and down his shaft.

Within short minutes, we were both moaning and ready to burst. Realizing this would be her first orgasm; I fought to keep my eyes open to watch instead of closing them to relish my own release. As my orgasm ripped though me, I could see the moment hers began. Her look was precious. I would remember this moment forever. The wonder on her face as she began making little hooting noises then threw back her head as a scream ripped from her throat.

We were both drained of energy as we climbed off the bench and the Overlord. I pulled her into my arms and held her gently. The Overlord sat up and reached for us. I put a hand out to him in a stopping motion. “No,” I said. “Let us be.” I expected him to argue with me somehow. He did not appear a man to take defiance lightly even such a small defiance. He said nothing, however, and lowered his hand. I led my daughter to the huge bed and we both climbed upon it and cuddled. I spooned her from behind as we had done at times after the death of her father although those times had been in sadness and mutual comfort, now it was in afterglow. I gently caressed her breasts and body and petted her hair. She relaxed completely under my touch.

I was so engrossed in her that I did not realize the Overlord had also climbed upon the bed. Now I felt him curl his strong body around mine from behind. His cock was still hard and he slipped it into my wet pussy once more. I sighed in contentment feeling him stroke in and out of me, lazily almost, gentle thrusts.

His hand reached around me to stroke my clit and I pushed back against him encouraging. I wanted to cum again. I wanted him to cum inside me. The pressure was building. I could feel him swelling inside me. My climax hit me hard; I saw spots in my vision. My inner muscle tightened around him. He cried out quietly as his cum shot into me. I squeezed him, milking him.

He started to pull out of me. I reached a hand to his thigh to stop him. “Stay,” I said. “Stay with me.” He stopped moving and remained lodged deep inside me. I began drifting off to sleep, my hands upon my daughter who was already sleeping. As I began to doze, feeling the Overlord’s hands caressing me and his cock inside me, I heard him say perfectly in unaccented language of my land, “Sleep well my Sweet. Tomorrow shall bring us more.”

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Chapter 07 – Wounded

Kristanna had been stabbed, and it would have been right to the middle of her chest if she hadn’t been able to redirect the attacker’s hand down to her stomach at the last second. In a painful reflex, Kristanna used her telekinetic powers to push the assailant away with a blast of force, she probably couldn’t repeat that trick if she tried, but it worked. The demoness stumbled back, her hand covered the wound, the attacker flew across the living room and hit his back against the wall, stunned for a moment. The wound on her stomach was glowing with a golden light that escaped through her fingers, the pain burned constantly.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Kristanna watched the blood flowing through her fingers. Never before she had been wounded like this. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. They say everyone has a plan until they receive the first punch to the face, Kristanna was now confirming the veracity of that popular saying. Her heart was racing out of control as she tried to make sense of the situation, adrenaline pumping. There was no time to think, just act. Her attacker was getting back up, Kristanna could only think of stopping him and getting to safety. Using a focus she never had before she began to gaze at pieces of furniture in the room and all of them started sliding across the floor towards her assailant, blocking his path. But they acted as nothing more than a momentary delay as the man skillfully dodged and jumped over the sliding furniture. He avoided the obstacles and once again charged at Kristanna, knife in hand.

As a last resource, the demoness removed her bloody hand from the wound on her belly and raised it to stop the man mid-air as he attempted to tackle her. She never touched him, but her powers held him by the neck suspended in the air mere inches away in a “force choke” of sorts. The demoness had anger and pain in her glowing eyes as she stared up to her assailant. But before she could get the upper hand the man wrapped his legs around her arm, locking his ankles on her neck then spun in a swift move. Kristanna felt her shoulder almost dislocate pulling the weight of her body. She flipped over and fell on her back, knocked down. Stunned and in pain, Kristanna simply writhed on the ground trying to get some air back in her lungs. The man had his legs around her chest and a perfect applied lock around her arm.

Keeping the demoness on the floor, the attacker raised his knife and was ready to stab Kristanna in the heart. She caught the glimpse of his hand moving down and stopped it with her mind once more. His wrist trembled mid-air, trying to overpower Kristanna’s will and descend upon her for what would be a fatal stab. Slowly his arm began to gain some ground, he was strong and Kristanna’s telekinetic powers were barely a match. The demoness screamed as a drop of blood began running down her nose, her powers pushed to the limit, the only force holding back the stabbing hand. She attempted to use her free arm to stop him, but he held that with his other hand, his strength matched hers. The lockdown continued as the man also began to grunt in the effort. Kristanna stared at the approaching knife in despair, soaked in her blood. She could see a thin mist emanating from it as if her blood was boiling on the metal.

Kristanna’s view began to slowly fade, the man’s legs around her neck were cutting the blood flow to her brain. Kristanna thought of Aisha, of her the nuns back at the Camp of Blessing, all bearing her children. She thought of all the things she didn’t do, the things she never found out about herself. It wasn’t fair to just die like this, lying on the floor with so much left unfinished! The glow in the demoness’ eyes began to fade. As her focus dissipated the hand of her attacker descended faster.

Steps came down the stairs, then a clicking noise was followed by a deafening boom. Margaret stood by the stairs, completely naked, shotgun in hand. She had just blown a hole in the ceiling, which caused the attacker to quickly release Kristanna and roll to the side. He swiftly got up and ran, but instead of going out, he stood by the doorway of the opened front door, half of his body outside. He pulled down his mask revealing a handsome blond man. They couldn’t make out the details of his face in the darkness, but he was probably in his thirties and had short hair and a square jaw, “You are not the enemy, Margaret Gregson. But if you stand between us and the demon, we will go through you too.”

“Oh yeah? Try going through this!” Margaret said as she reloaded the shotgun and pointed it at the man. He was unphased, standing defiantly by the door, “Has her demonic influence turned you into a murderer too, Margaret? Isn’t it enough that she has driven you to defile your daughter in an incestuous relationship?”

The woman trembled, she was hoping her intimidation act would be enough to drive him away, her finger hesitated on the trigger. Kristanna slowly got up etlik escort to be on her knees, she coughed, breathing heavily as she recovered from the chokehold. Her gaze turned to the man by the door, the molten irises burning with anger. Then a thought suddenly hit her, “Did he just say “stand between US?” Kristanna turned her head to the windows blocked by curtains. She took a moment to use her aura vision. On the other side of the street, hidden behind a tree, she perceived the hint of something glowing. “Margaret, watch out!”

Kristanna had barely ended her warning shout when an object cut through the air and hit Margaret’s shotgun as well as part of her hand. She blasted a misfired shot on the wall and fell back on her huge ass. Margaret held her hand in pain looking for what had just hit her. An arrow was stuck to the wall behind her, a precise shot had disarmed her completely. The man took the opportunity to finally slip out the door as other arrows began to break through the glass windows of the living room and fly all around Kristanna and Margaret.

“Call the police!” Kristanna screamed, ducking behind the sofa. “They are on their way, alarms went off!” Margaret swiftly responded, moaning in pain as she held her hand.

The demoness created some sort of invisible shield around her. She wasn’t sure if it would even be enough to protect her, she was acting on pure instinct and chasing the man. But unlike other wounds she had in the past, she couldn’t simply ignore the one by her abdomen. The burning sensation made it hard for her to focus on her powers. The wound wasn’t healing, and in fact, seemed to be getting worse as she moved.

When Kristanna got to the door the man surprised her with a precise spinning kick to the chest. The impact was mostly stopped by her improvised shield and he was tossed back to Margaret’s front garden. The sudden attack still caused Kristanna to stop at the doorway.

With yet another acrobatic stunt the man refused to go down, falling back on his feet. He knew how to fight her, he could have gone for a stab but he had anticipated the shield. Kristanna’s molten horns burned bright as she stood at the doorway. Looking at the tree across the street she could see the silhouette of a woman wearing a cloak, her face concealed. She held some kind of silver bow and finally stopped firing arrows at Margaret’s house.

“You managed to sneak in the first stab but you won’t get a chance for the second!” The demoness spoke, pushing through the pain and trying to stand her ground. He smiled, looking over his shoulder to his partner then back at Kristanna who looked debilitated, breathing heavily and gritting her teeth, “You shield yourself behind humans, a coward just like every demon, you can’t help your weak nature. But sooner or later we will put a stop to your perversions and send you back to hell.”

The sound of police sirens echoed in the far distance. The man ran across the street to join his partner. Both attackers fled out of sight through the empty streets in a matter of seconds. Kristanna felt the pain overwhelm her, she fell back into the house panting and grunting, “What the fuck did he stab me with? It fucking hurts and it’s not healing!” she said while closing the door behind her.

Margaret came to her rescue, trying to help her stand. Vanessa finally came down the stairs, her breasts exposed and swinging as she walked. She wore only one of her loose hippie skirts, the bulge of her double cocks and the huge sack was shaking with her every step. She looked at the partially destroyed leaving room, “I heard shooting! What is going on? Are you ok? Oh my god, Kristanna! Did my mom shoot you?”

They could hear the sound of dogs barking and neighbors getting up around them as the lights went on in their houses. Kristanna gritted her teeth and tried to block the pain enough to think. She attempted to focus and hide her demonic features, the police would arrive in a matter of minutes. But she couldn’t do it no matter how much she tried, “I can’t stay here, I’m not able to hide my horns or my eyes. If the police or the neighbors see me like this we will have problems!”

“But you’re wounded! We need to get you to a hospital!” Margaret screamed, completely desperate, still holding her bleeding hand. Vanessa didn’t seem much better, pacing around and biting her nails, avoiding even looking at Kristanna’s wound. She ran to the bathroom cabinet nearby and grabbed a few bandages, bringing it to Margaret, then looking at Kristanna and realizing her band-aids would probably not help.

The demoness shook her head at Margaret, “Hospitals are even worse, Margaret. These people will probably look for us there. Besides, none of us are exactly normal anymore, neither is this wound, something is burning inside me! Ahhh!”

Margaret finished patching up her hand and ran to Kristanna. She felt so powerless, seeing the demoness show weakness for the first time since they etlik escort bayan met. The black juggernaut was sweating, her horns were glowing brighter than usual and so was her wound, “I think I know someone who can help. Margaret, I need you to take the car and drive me to the Glades. Vanessa will have to stay back and explain this to the police!”

“Explain this? What the fuck am I supposed to tell them?”

Kristanna burst in rage, did she have to think of everything now? “I don’t know, Vanessa! Think for a second, will ya? Someone broke into your house and tried to fucking murder you and you have no idea who they are or why! Say you scared them with the shotgun and your mother was at a dinner party or something. Make it up!”

Vanessa widened her eyes backing up like a puppy and just nodded in agreement. Margaret helped the demoness up, she then ran upstairs and gathered a few clothes as well as Kristanna’s nun habit. She shoved everything into a small camping bag and ran back down. Vanessa was putting on a top, she didn’t even try to hide the massive bulge on her crotch, it was pointless. Margaret and Kristanna rushed to the garage, the demoness lied down on the back seat of the car, still feeling the agonizing pain. Margaret tossed the bags in the trunk then drove out heading towards the road to the glades. A couple of blocks away from her house she could see police cars approaching the residence through the rearview mirror.

Taking a deep breath, Margaret tried to center herself. She looked at the bandage on her hand, her blood showing through the cloth. She had the sudden realization that she was trembling uncontrollably, probably had been all this time. Her fingers wrapped firmly around the steering wheel again, she shifted her attention to try and get through this, “Are you ok, Kristanna? Have you ever seen those people who attacked us before?” Margaret asked, trying not to take her eyes off the road. She hadn’t driven a car in a while, Peter took her everywhere and back.

“I have no idea, but they looked like hunters of some kind. I got this arrow from the wall and if I touch the silvered tip it burns my skin! I think they stabbed me with the same thing.”

Margaret grabbed the arrow Kristanna was handing and softly touched the tip. She felt a stinging sensation as it burned her skin. She pulled her finger back and tossed the arrow at the passenger’s seat in anger. “Who are these people you said can help us at the glades?”

“Witches, I met them some time ago”, Kristanna responded, knowing how strange it would sound to Margaret. The demoness was unable to mind her words at this point anyway.

Margaret became silent for several seconds. She turned the car into the highway and sped up as she tried to wrap her mind around everything before responding, “Demons, witches, hunters… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised given the miracles I have seen you do. Something so marvelous had to come at a cost, I suppose”.

It had never occurred to Kristanna that Margaret might reject her based on her nature. She seemed very much aware that Kristanna was at least partially a demon, but she never said anything explicitly. This was the first time she was forced to deal with that truth. Margaret’s reaction confirmed that, regardless of supernatural prejudices she might have, she was willing to put her life on the line to protect Kristanna. Which was pretty convenient at this moment as the demoness needed help more than ever.

Lying at the backseat, Kristanna only felt pain, discomfort, and anger. How had she allowed that man to get the jump on her? She should have seen that coming. Since her time at the Camp of Blessing when she found out the founder of the school, Father Graham had been in some sort of demon-hunting order, she had been worried that they could still be around. But how could she know they were fucking ninjas? The weight of guilt and regret hurt the demoness’ pride almost as much as the stab wound. She had allowed herself to get too comfortable.

She figured Father Falon must have been involved somehow, calling these people on her. She remembered how it had been suspicious when he didn’t give her a sermon even after she stayed away from her duties for so long. And then he didn’t even talk to her after, never asked anything all this time she was with Margaret and Vanessa. Kristanna had also Ignored the worry in the back of her head about Father Graham’s order. She simply dismissed all the suspicious events from the past few days, the strange cars following her around. The more she recalled the more she realized how many red flags she had dismissed.

But this was no time for self-pity, it would have to wait. Focusing on the moment, the demoness kept instructing Margaret where to go until they arrived at the glades. They drove straight towards the new North Jefferson park. The floor at the back of Margaret’s car was nothing but bandages and dried blood. Just the effort escort etlik to get back into her nun habit and put on her shoes exhausted Kristanna. Every move she made caused her wound to hurt more. She couldn’t wear the veil as her horns were in the way, but she managed to at least get dressed. Margaret helped her bandage up the wound and slow down the bleeding. It still glowed with a golden light, no matter how much they tended to it.

“I can’t walk far, you have to go meet them” Kristanna instructed as she breathed heavily. Margaret nodded, fear in her eyes, but also a sense of duty to her friend. Kristanna began to explain the way to the back of the park and described the two witches. Margaret paid attention the best she could, then went out of the car. She went strolling through the park towards the back. Margaret walked by a few homeless people, groups of teenagers sitting around benches and smoking. Everyone stared as she walked by, she didn’t belong here at all. She wore a female business suit that barely contained her assets, sporting those massive tits and ass with an hourglass build and the bulge under her long skirt.

It took her a couple of minutes to arrive at the spot described by Kristanna. She saw the stone wall and the barrel with fire inside. The two ladies standing by the fire seemed to match the description of the witches. A short one with black hair down to the shoulder, shorter at the back. She wore a leather jacket and jeans, some sort of rock band shirt. Next to her sat a taller redhead, her long locks of hair going almost down to her waist, she wore a black dress and thigh-high socks, much more girly-looking. Margaret adjusted her skirt and approached, “Are you the witches? Helen and Samantha?”

The two women turned to face Margaret, they couldn’t hide the shock on their faces at the woman’s curves and unapologetic bulge. It took a couple of seconds before Helen finally responded, “We could be, it depends on who you are.”

Margaret let out a sigh, her emotions running high. She felt like crying, then laughing, biting on one of her hands hard. She was stressed, scared, and frustrated, but their evasive attitude suddenly turned it all into anger, “Listen here you little brats! I’m old enough to be your mother! I don’t have time for this attitude, missy! Kristanna needs your help right now! So quit being an annoying little bitch and come with me to the car!”

One of the homeless people a few meters back put all of his stuff into his old supermarket stroller and began to push it away fast, leaving the scene. They were immediately followed by a shout coming from the back, “Shut the fuck up! Trying to sleep here!” That shout seemed to ground Margaret. She took notice of her situation, breathing heavily, realizing the outburst of anger. She tried to regain some composure, fanning herself with one hand and adjusting her clothes.

The sisters looked at each other, victims of a burst of emotions they knew nothing about. Samantha giggled for a second then nodded as she got up, “Ok fine. Jeez, no need to freak out like this, lady. Take us to her.”

Margaret nodded elegantly, “Good, come with me, please. I’m Margaret by the way”, the witches didn’t seem to care about knowing her name. They began to follow Margaret back through the park, watching her “assets” shaking with every step. No wonder she was friends with Kristanna, she had inherited a lot from the demoness.

The back door of Margaret’s car was opened, Kristanna sat with her legs out breathing with extreme difficulty, sweating. She had seen better days, listening to how Margaret explained the recent events to Samantha and Helen as they approached, “He stabbed her with something! It glows and it won’t heal!”

The witches could see the faint glow of Kristanna’s horns inside the dark car. She stared at the floor when they approached, lifting her head with some difficulty to look at them. Samantha came close first and knelt, taking a good look at Kristanna, “Hey, looks like you won’t be facing any Nabassu tonight, am I right?”

Helen slapped her on the shoulder, shaking her head at the bad joke. Margaret had no clue what they were talking about and just stood back. Kristanna raised her torso and lifted her habit, showing the wound. Helen gave a pouch to Samantha with a few supplies, the witch began to inspect the wound. She grabbed a few herbs from the weird pouch and put them on top of it. Kristanna couldn’t feel any improvement, she saw the herbs turned to ash by the emanating light from the wound. After a couple more failed treatments, Samantha finally backed away, scratching her head, “I think this is probably a hallowed weapon. And from the story the big lady told me, you probably got stabbed by someone in the Celestial Rise.”

Kristanna answered with a groan, “Celestial what?” She was in no mood for bullshit right now. Samantha knew this so she tried to be as brief as possible, “The Celestial Rise, a group of extremists. Anti… almost anything that isn’t them, but mostly supernatural beings. Demons, witches, fey, they hunt everything that isn’t human. Which is ironic, because they are supposedly the last descendants of a celestial being, so they aren’t fully human themselves. Or at least that’s what I read…”

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Scott came up behind me and ran his fingertips up and down my arms, sending shivers through my body. As his hands ran gently over my shoulders, he brushed my hair off my neck. He took a step forward and I could feel his hard cock against the small of my back. I felt his hot breath on me just before he began gently kissing my neck. He pulled the straps of my flimsy top down my arms, exposing my full breasts. He reached around to cup each breast and gently rub his thumbs around my nipples, making them erect.

He slid on hand down my stomach, under my pants and into my cotton panties. He easily slid a finger deep inside me, making me realize how wet I must be. He pulled his finger out of me and raised it to my lips. I sucked his finger clean, and he pulled it out of my mouth. He gently turned my head and lifted my face to meet his with a brief kiss. He turned me around to face him and then pressed me up against the wall, kissing me passionately. This sudden forcefulness left me gasping for breath when he finally pulled away.

He grabbed my hand and we ran upstairs and into my room. As soon as we got into my room and closed the door I kissed him again and pushed him down onto the bed. I stripped of my top and tore his shirt off of him. I kissed down his neck, down over his chest and stomach as I unbuttoned jeans. I pulled his pants and boxers down and grabbed his hard cock with one hand. I stroked him up and down a few times, while teasing him with my hot breath. Finally when I sensed that he couldn’t stand the torture, I wrapped my lips around his thick cock and teased his head with my tongue. After just a few minutes of sucking and licking, he came. He pumped load after load etlik escort of hot delicious cum into my mouth and I swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste left on my lips.

I gently sucked his cock as it went slightly limp. I climbed back up on top of him and kissed his lips as he tried to catch his breathe after his intense orgasm. His breathing slowed and he sat up, forcing me to stand up in front of him. He pulled my pants and panties down and I stepped out of them, now standing completely naked before him. I noticed his cock begin to get hard again, just from looking at my curvaceous body. I dropped to my knees again and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth again. I sucked for a minute and then licked down to his balls, gently sucking first one, then the other into my mouth. I squeezed his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

After a few minutes of bliss he stopped me, feeling bad that only he was getting any pleasure. I assured him that just by giving him pleasure was making me feel orgasmic. But he refused to let me continue pleasuring him. He stood up, now almost completely hard again, and laid me down on the bed, so my legs were hanging off. He knelt between my legs and starting at my knee, he kissed up my thigh. When he reached my cunt, he gently licked my opening, tasting my hot, sweet wetness. Then he moved back down to my other knee and started kissing again. I moaned with desire when he reached my cunt again. He slipped a finger deep inside of me and I arched my back with pleasure.

Holding my lips open with his fingers, he dove in with his tongue, fucking my hole with his tongue. I moaned and purred etlik escort bayan from the incredible pleasure I was experiencing. He licked up my slit until he found my clit, erect and very sensitive. He slid two fingers deep inside me as he licked and sucked at my clit. My orgasm was fast approaching when he abruptly stopped all contact with any part of my cunt. I moaned pitifully and thrust my hips up and out, hoping to rub against him. He grabbed my hips to hold me still on the bed and I tried to get him to release me. Eventually I calmed down slightly and he was able to release my hips.

I pouted on the bed until I felt something hard press against my opening. I reached down and grabbed his enormous, throbbing cock and slid it up and down my slit, lubricating him and giving myself pleasure at the same time. He soon took over, and guided his cock back to my hole. I spread my legs and he gently pressed forward, allowing just his head to pop into my cunt. I moaned with pleasure as I felt him begin to stretch my hot cunt. I spread my legs wider, encouraging him to push deeper into me. However, he stood still with just his head in my cunt. I moaned pitifully, begging him to fuck me, but he still stayed in place until I was almost crying with desire. He finally pressed a little deeper, releasing a low moan from me. I arched my back and his cock slid a little deeper into me.

He then pulled all the way out and I opened my eyes and stared straight into his eyes. He could see the pain, the desire in my eyes and guided his cock back into my cunt. He pressed deeper and deeper into me until he was completely buried in my cunt. I moaned softly and savored escort etlik the feeling of being filled by his amazing cock. He began pull out again and I was so afraid that he would pull all the way out that I quickly wrapped my legs around him, forcing him back into my cunt. He laughed softly, seeing my desperation, and he finally gave in.

He started out slow, with long deliberate strokes in and out of my cunt. He quickly developed a rhythm that kept me moaning with pleasure. Soon I was crying out as felt my orgasm coming fast. I kept my legs wrapped around him, afraid that he might try to deprive me of another orgasm. But he wasn’t that cruel, as he felt me getting closer, he fucked me faster and harder, bringing me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I cried out as I climaxed and he just fucked me harder and faster. As I came down from my sexual high, I slowed him and pulled away so he popped out of my cunt.

Before he could get inside me again, I had stood up and forced him down on the bed. I climbed on top of him and straddled him. I guided his cock back to my cunt, and then slowly eased myself onto him. He moaned when I had finally buried his cock as deep in my hot cunt as possible. He grabbed my hips and helped me ride his cock up and down, up and down. I placed my hands over his and guided them up to my breasts. He cupped my breasts and gently rubbed my nipples again as I rode his enormous cock. I could feel my climax building again and I started to moan louder and louder as I got closer. I cried out again as I experienced another amazing orgasm. As my cunt gripped his cock, he let loose, releasing all of his sweet cum into my hot cunt. I could feel it as he pumped his cum into me and his cock throbbed inside of me.

I collapsed on top of him, completely spent from the effort and the incredible orgasm. His now flaccid cock slipped out of me and he gently rolled me off of him and we cuddled as we both slipped into sleep.

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As Lily reached out to accept her mother’s boots, her eyes grew wider & wider as the touch, smell and feel of the leather in her hands swept over her. She didn’t rush to put them on, more savoured the moment. Her fingers delicately felt the cool soft shaft of the boot as she traced the outline to the heel. Her eyes glazed over as the touch swept through her making her tingle.

Shifting onto her bottom, she gently bent her knee and extended her foot – pushing her toes into the dark cavity of the boot. As her toes glided into position, she felt the leather wrap itself coolly around her foot. She slowly pressed with her ankle, and the rest of her foot popped into place. As she continued to softly manipulate the leather between her fingers, she pulled up on the boot as it moulded itself to her ankle & shin, rising up towards her knee.

Her fingers softly smoothed out any wrinkles or creases and she reached towards the zipper. Tugging with her fingers, she looked directly up into Bob’s eyes as she pulled the zipper taught up to her knee.

As the zipper closed and the leather encased her leg, she couldn’t help her eyes from rolling. She felt a pang of tingling shooting through her body like an electric surge.

She swiftly moved onto the other boot and repeated the process. Again, taking her time to savour every moment.

Finally encased in her mothers knee high stiletto boots, she stood up. As the 4 inches made her stand proud, she felt her calf muscles adjusting to the height. The accentuation gave her a more demeaning posture, forcing her to compensate her hips and back.

‘How do they feel Lily?’ Bob asked his step-daughter, smiling as he watched her.

‘Fantastic Daddy. The way they cling to my legs, wrap themselves around my feet, they make me stand tall and feel amazing.’ She replied, deliriously admiring the glistening leather now adorning her feet and legs.

‘Parade for me.’ Bob demanded.

‘Yes Sir.’ Lily answered, and began to take slow sauntering steps across the room.

As she walked, she instinctively felt her hips sway. Her whole body now swayed in the rhythm of her slow strides. Feeling her heels pointing down into the carpet as her body weight shifted, she couldn’t help but feel incredibly sexy.

As Lily reached the far side of the room, she spun on her heels and returned to where her step-father was standing.

He was still admiring the way his wife’s boots looked on this sexy little 18 year old. He noticed that her nipples were rock hard, pointing upwards at straining point. Her breasts shimmered ever so slightly with every step, and she swayed her hips in unison with her stride.

He also inhaled the strong aroma of flowing pussy juices.

As she reached her step-father, Lily instinctively returned to her knees in front of him.

‘How does that feel now Lily?’ he asked.

‘Amazing Sir. I never knew quite how much it would affect me.’ She answered, her eyes shining with excitement.

Bob reached down and put his finger under her chin, lifting her face eye and looking directly into her dark, smoky, sexy eyes.

‘So you see now, the appreciation of things we care for and look after.’ He said.

‘Yes Sir.’ She agreed excitedly.

‘That’s good. We will carry on the lessons but first, I am hungry.’ He continued.

‘Yes Sir. Me too Sir.’ She agreed.

‘Good. It’s a bit late to cook now. Why don’t I nip out and get us a Chinese take away. Now, find yourself something suitable to wear. And if you promise to be a good girl, I will let you keep your mothers boots on.’ He said.

‘Oh thank you daddy!’ Lilly exclaimed, genuinely excited at the prospect of keeping these sexy boots wrapped securely around her feet.

About half an hour later, Bob returned with the food. He dished it up and called Lily as he made himself comfortable. Sat on the sofa in the living room with a beer, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Lily glided into the room wearing a little denim skirt that barely covered her thighs and a tiny crop t-shirt that barely covered her breasts, and of course her mothers boots.

She walked over to the sofa and knelt in front of him.

‘Is this suitable Daddy?’ she asked him.

Bob looked down at her and smiled.

‘Probably not if your mother was here with us, no!’ he said, laughing. ‘Come here’ he finished, beckoning her to join him on the sofa.

‘Eat your dinner, there’s a good girl.’ He said to her.

As they sat and ate, Bob noticed Lily shifting her legs. She couldn’t help but keep glancing down admiring the way her mothers boots looked wrapped around her own legs. He had to admit to himself that she did wear them well.

After tea, they both washed and dried the dishes. As they stood in the kitchen, both step-father and daughter worked together to get everything cleaned up. Afterwards, Bob extended his hand out towards Lilly and pulled her close to him.

‘You have done very well today Lily. It is so much better & nicer when you co-operate & do as you are told.’ He said.

‘Yes Sir. And thank you etlik escort Daddy for helping me today. I don’t know what I would have done without you.’ She replied as she wrapped her arms around him, cuddling him tightly.

As they embraced, he felt her trace her hands up his back and her fingers teased his neck. He shivered as her nails softly scraped across his neck and onto the back of his ears.

‘Do you remember that box in your mothers wardrobe?’ he whispered.

‘Yes Sir?’ Lily answered, inquisitively.

‘Would you like to see what is inside it?’ he asked.

‘Oh yes please Sir!’ she said excitedly.

‘Ok, but only because you have been so good today. Remember, these privileges can just as easily be taken away and replaced with punishment!’ he stated, ‘And also, you must remember that this is between us. No-one else is to know, especially your mother. Do you understand?’

‘Yes sir, I understand, Thank you sir.’ She replied, hugging him tightly.

He took one of her hands in his and guided her to the stairs. Leading her up to his bedroom, he directed her to the closet where the box still sat outside, and suggestively pushed her down to her knees.

‘Are you sure you want to explore the box with me Lily?’ he asked her, already knowing that her curiosity along with her new found obsession with her mothers wardrobe guaranteed her answer.

‘Oh yes please Daddy. Please, more than anything.’ She answered quickly.

‘Then strip off your clothes’ he demanded.

‘Daddy, can I please keep mummy’s boots on though?’ she asked.

‘You may, for now.’ He answered, smiling.

Lily quickly pulled her top off to reveal her breasts. Already her nipples were erect and standing proud. Next she shimmied her skirt down past her ankles and pulling it off. Bob admired the fact that she neither wore a bra or panties when he had told her to get dressed earlier.

Returning to her knees beside the box, the now naked Lily awaited with excitement.

Bob stood up and walked around her a few times. He looked down to see that beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and she was shifting uncomfortably / nervously.

As he produced a key out of his pocket, he bend down next to her and placed it in the lock. Before turning the key, he looked directly at Lily.

‘Remind me, how much do you want this?’ he asked.

‘Oh please daddy, please…’ she wailed.

‘Give me a kiss and I might allow you.’ He teased, bending down to his knees beside her and the box.

‘Yes Daddy!’ she exclaimed.

Leaning forward, she reached her lips out to him and locked them onto him. He felt her soft tongue penetrate his mouth and swirling around in unison, she had him. Her hands reached out around his neck, holding him next to her, while his hand instinctively reached up and grabbed a handful of hair. Holding her tightly, not allowing her any leeway to escape, their passion started to fill the air. His other hand reached down and stroked her boot from her ankle to her knee, instantly making her shudder with excitement.

He sensed that the touch of the boots electrified her. He did it again, this time streaking back and forth and felt her body shift in excitement.

Not wanting to give her too much, too soon, he broke the embrace off and smiled down at her. He could see and feel that her body was on heat.

As he turned the key, the lock clicked open & Lily squealed with excitement as her eyes grew bigger and bigger.

Bob removed the now unlocked lid of the box and stood it against the wall. He stood upright and towered over his step-daughter who was now peering directly down at the box. Inside she could see that there was a purple silk cloth covering items which filled the box to the brim. As she started to lean towards the box, the waft of crisp leather filled her nostrils making her shiver in anticipation.

‘Now Lily, I must ask you again. You’re sure about this? Once we start, once this begins, things can never be the same again.’ He asked her.

‘Yyyyesssss Sir. I am sure.’ She replied, still excited and still smelling that strange aroma that made her whole body buzz throughout.

‘Good. Now, let us start. Come kneel beside the bed and I will show you what we have.’ He ordered.

Lily shuffled on her knees until she was next to the bed. She arched around to watch Bob lift the box and carry it to the bed, which he placed it on the bed near her and then sat beside it.

As he removed the silk covering, her eyes grew wider and wider as she peered over the top of the box. Very slowly, as if to draw out the intrigue & excitement Bob started to remove items and place them on the bed in front of her.

First out came an assortment of leather, pvc & rubber underwear. There were various corsets, basque’s, bra’s & suspender belt’s all in either red or black. Next out came various pack’s of stockings and tights, again in a multitude of varieties ranging from silk lace topped to seamed fishnet.

Lily’s eyes were like a kid in a sweet shop. She couldn’t believe etlik escort bayan her conservative mother would think of any of these items, let alone wear them. She felt her bottom lip quivering as she gingerly glanced a look up at her step father, who himself was staring at his booted, naked teenager knelt before him.

‘So what do you think?’ Bob asked his slightly blushing step-daughter.

‘Err, I really don’t know what to say Sir.’ She replied.

‘Ha-ha, I thought as much. It’s not often you are speechless!’ he joked.

‘No sir, I suppose not Sir. Is this all mummy’s?’ she asked.

‘Of course. We have built up quite a collection over the years. Your mother loves dressing up for me, as well as for herself.’ He replied.

She looked excited, but at the same time lost for words. Almost like a child with five new toys and wondering which one to rip open first.

‘Lily remove your mothers boots please.’ He told her.

As she sat there on the bedroom floor, she slowly started to remove the boots. Firstly unzipping the left one and softly running her fingers over the leather, she eased it from around her foot. Next she did the same with the other one.

‘Bring the boot up to your face and inhale. Tell me how that smells.’ He said to her.

A little confused by his sentence, she slowly lifted the boot up towards her face. The pungent leather smell crept up her nostrils and almost knocked her senses when it reached impact.

‘Hmmmmmm’ was all she could reply as she inhaled.

‘Not the open foot. Put your nose where your foot goes and take a deep intake of breath.’ He said.

‘HHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM’ she whimpered as the smell continued to knock her senses out.

‘Do you like that honey?’ he asked her, smiling.

‘Yes Daddy! I like that a lot!’ she replied, with the sound almost muffled as her face was still buried inside her mothers boot.

‘It’s the chemical reaction of sweat & leather. Your mother is exactly the same & it has the same affect on her too.’ He explained, grinning.

He looked down upon her as she switched to the other boot, lapping up the aroma like a kitten lapping up it’s first ever bowl of milk.

As the senses kicked back in, she sat and looked up at her step-father – she too was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Now, would you like to try any of this on?’ he asked.

‘Oh can I Daddy? Are you sure? Can I?’ she answered immediately, excitedly.

‘I think so. As you’ve been so good today.’ He said. ‘What would you like to try?’ he asked.

‘Oh I don’t know, there is so much to choose from! What does mummy like?’ she replied.

Bob picked up a leather basque with suspenders attached. Small link chains hung around the cups alongside a neat row of studs that crisscrossed underneath and down the front.

‘Here, this is one of her favourites. And you’ll need these too.’ He said as he handed her the basque and a pair of black lace topped seamed stockings.

As she reached out to grab them, she leant in and gave her step-father a kiss on the cheek.

‘Thank you daddy.’ She said.

He watched her as she fumbled with the basque. Not knowing if she had ever worn anything like this before, he was intrigued to see how she would learn. As she eventually pulled it around the straighten herself up, she smoothed out the creases – sensitively caressing the leather that now encased her stomach and hips and ensuring that her breasts comfortably nestled in the half cups that prominently displayed her nipples through the hanging chains.

Next she sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up a stocking, pointing her toe into the opening. As she rolled it up her leg, taking extra care to ensure her seams were straight, he could see the sheer delight and excitement on her face as she became more and more aroused. She repeated the process with the second stocking and then stood to clip on the suspender straps. Again, ensuring that everything was straight, she stood tall and proud.

‘How do I look daddy?’ she asked, smiling.

‘Beautiful!’ Bob said ‘But there is something missing. Come and kneel.’ He continued, beckoning her back to her knees beside him.

‘Now, what do you think could be missing from your outfit Lilly?’ he asked suggestively.

‘I’m not sure daddy. How about some of mummy’s sexy leather boots to match this basque?’ she answered.

‘I think you are right. Would you like to pick yourself some?’ he said, grinning.

‘Oh yes daddy. Thank you!’ she replied excitedly, and with that shuffled on her knees across to where her mothers boots laid neatly in a row.

She picked up a pair of OTK black leather boots that had a zip running all that way from the back of the knee to the ankle. The heels on them were a chunky square with a three inch block heel. Suggestively raising them to her face, she inhaled deeply before excitedly unzipping one. Sliding her foot into the boot, she let out a tiny gasp as her foot easily slid into place. She then pulled slowly on the zipper, up towards her knee – encasing her escort etlik leg in supple black leather. As the zipper reached the top, she delicately ran her fingers up and down removing the tiniest creases and wrinkles.

Repeating the process with the other boot, Bob just sat there admiring the way she had been ‘turned’. He was very pleased with his progress so far.

Once she had finished, she stood and paraded herself for her admiring step-father. Returning to her knees beside the bed, she looked up at him with adoring eyes.

‘How do they feel?’ he asked.

‘Wonderful daddy. So wonderful.’ She answered.

‘I think you are beginning to appreciate how good things can be for you when you behave yourself, don’t you agree?’ he said.

‘Oh yes daddy. I do. I promise, from now on I’ll be your good little girl if you treat me like this.’ She beamed.

‘That’s good. And I will. As long as you remember…’ he said.

After admiring her new look for a minute or two, allowing her to absorb the sensations that were now taking over her body, Bob stood up and leant over the box. He lifted out the remaining clothing items and neatly placed them on the bed.

‘There is another box in here my dear. This contains off of your mothers special ‘toys’. Would you like to see?’ he asked.

‘Oh yes please Sir!’ Lilly answered.

‘I do think these will really compliment your outfit.’ He said while teasing her, his hand running over the top of the case.

‘Oh I hope so Sir. If I am a good girl will you allow me to try these as well?’ she asked.

‘We’ll have to see how you behave now won’t we’ he replied.

‘Yes Daddy. I’ll be good for you. I promise.’ She stated quickly.

‘You promise?’ he asked. ‘Remember, you must submit to whatever I say!’

‘I will daddy. I will do anything you tell me to do.’ She replied.

‘That’s a good girl…’ he said to her, smiling down at her anxious, excited face.

Bob lifted the smaller case out of the main box and placed it on the bed right before Lily’s eyes. As he undid the tiny padlocks and flicked the two switches, her heart jumped as she saw the lid flip open. Bob smiled and very slowly started to produce her mothers ‘toys’.

As each item was placed neatly on the bed in a little row, Lilly resisted the temptation to reach out and start picking things up. She saw a wide array of leather & metal items – some of which had buckles, buttons and one even had a large red ball attached to some leather straps and buckles. One item in particular caught Lily’s eye as she glanced in amazement at the wide array of items was a hood. A big black leather hood, with two tiny holes where she assumed the nose went, two more holes for the eyes and a zipper for the mouth. She considered reaching out and examining the item more closely, but felt herself trembling at the prospect.

The next item’s she caught sight of made her tummy pang immediately. A neat row of rubber & glass cone shaped objects were placed on the bed. As she stared at them, strange thoughts started rushing through her head – trying to imagine what they were for.

Bob noticed her mysterious expression and picked up one of the smaller instruments.

‘Do you know what this is?’ he asked.

Almost looking ashamedly down at the floor, she answered him. ‘No daddy.’

‘Well, I can show you later if you would like? Your mother likes these very much. She says they give her immense pleasure…’ he said, smiling.

Bob smiled at her, and continued neatly arranging items from the box. He produced a pair of kid leather gloves and presented them to her. As she took them, the instant tingle in her fingers sent electrifying waves shooting through her.

‘Would you like to put them on?’ he asked.

‘Oh yessssss daddy.’ She stammered in her response, still in awe at the softness and smoothness of the leather gloves she now held in her hand.

She put on hand in and slowly worked her fingers into position. As she pulled the body of the glove tightly around her hand, she automatically clenched her fist to ensure tightness. Her other hand pulled the gloves up to her wrist and beyond towards her elbow, taking great care to roll & smooth out any tiny crinkles.

She proceeded to put the other glove on, again repeating the process slowly and softly. Once both were on, she started to touch each hand with the other.

‘Such appreciation & attention to detail’ Bob thought as he admired her new found love of leather.

Bob reached out and took hold of one of her hands and slowly lifted it to her lips.

‘Breath in, slowly and deeply.’ He whispered.

As she did, the same sensations as smelling her mothers boots shot through her again. Her nose met the cool soft leather and her lips softly brushed against it allowing the aroma to encapsulate her. She truly was now addicted.

Bob stood up and watched as Lilly knelt transfixed, still in a trance like state. He around her & over to the bed and picked up a studded leather collar. He knelt down behind her and slowly reached around, placing the collar around her neck and buckling it up, ensuring that it was securely in place. Then he reached across and picked up a chain leash with a leather holder at one end, and a clasp hook on the other. As he hooked the leash into place, he motioned for her to crawl towards him.

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If you are looking for a quick fix, then I am sorry this is not the place for you. This story is one that takes a lot of build-up and is for the people that enjoy the love-story side of incestuous stories.

For note, all characters involved in sexual activity in this series are of the age or are over the age of 18.

Part 1

The day was dull and wet. I sat in Miss Greens class, staring out the dripping wet window to the parking lot. Thick black clouds growled above, and it was hard to concentrate in class with the way the rain came lashing down. I was stuck with planning my report and hadn’t yet found a topic. Everyone else seemed well on their way to writing. Then there was me, who could not find something worth writing about. Miss Green was enough of a distraction alone, never mind the weather. She was by far the hottest teacher in school and every student had a fantasy about her. She leaned back in her chair behind her desk. Her hair was jet black, which draped way down past her shoulders. I noticed she had different ways of wearing it. Sometimes she would wear it up in a neatly twisted bun. Other times she would wear it behind her in a ponytail, which was how I liked it best. Today however she opted to let it hang loosely, well below her shoulders.

She had dark beady eyes behind thin black glasses that were as beautiful as any. Sometimes when she questioned me on my work, I found myself getting lost in them. Despite her being rather strict, her eyes gave me a lot of comfort. Her face was that of a young woman’s. Probably in her early thirties, she had a curvy body to match her youthful looks.

“Matt tomorrow is the final day for your topic submission. Unless you have found something to write about within the last hour, I expect you to have it on my desk this time tomorrow.” her voice was as cold as ice.

I sat at my own desk spinning my pen between my fingers. My mind drifted from school to photography. In my spare time I loved to capture the more beautiful images of life from behind my lens. Looking out into the rain all I thought about was climbing the treehouse in forest behind my house to get a clear shot of the night sky. It had been forecasted to show lightning tonight and I fancied my luck at capturing it.

My friends Tom and Jack sat together some distance from me in the class. Though I couldn’t see them very well from the other students in the way. While trying to get sight of what they were up to my eyes wandered over to Keri Palmer. She like Miss Green had jet black hair and she was a little pale. She was the hottest chick in school, and everyone wanted to fuck her. I could see why. Her face was devilishly pretty, and she wore trendy designer clothes everywhere she went. My mind then thought of the school fashion show. I wondered if like last year I would be asked to take the photos for the school magazine. I couldn’t wait to keep the collection of photos that I would be taking of her. My gaze had been transfixed on her for a little longer than I intended. I was shocked back to my senses when loud growling thunder boiled over the school.

School had finished and I picked my sister Lucy up from usual place that I got her. She had been standing in the rain with her friends and seemed to be soaked to the bone.

“What took you so long!” I could tell from her tone she was the least bit pleased.

She hopped in the passenger seat and sighed in relief to be out of the relentless downpour. The rain had turned her long brown hair into long wet clumps. Her makeup had all washed away and her natural beauty shined through. I had never noticed her to be so beautiful, but I guess as she was getting older it was really coming to light. Her clothes were drenched, her white top clung to her skin like wrapping paper. In the front mirror I could make out the patterns that decorated her bra. I did not dare make it so obvious as to glance over, I felt a hint of arousal spark within me.

“How was your day?” I asked, trying to change the subject of my mind.

“It was good, as far as chemistry goes. Nothing new just the same old stuff. How was yours?”

“Miss Green is driving up my ass with this report topic. I haven’t the slightest clue what to talk about.”

Despite Lucy being in the year below me she was by far smarter than I was. Sometimes I confined in her with my education struggles and I really appreciated her help.

“What about history? You seem to be into that game of thrones nonsense?” She smirked at me knowing I would bite.

“Thats not history!” I corrected.

“Knights in shining Armor seems pretty historic to me.” She enjoyed teasing me.

Me and Lucy argued over game of thrones on the way back home. When we had arrived in the house we were still going back and forth.

“Yeah some battles were based off true events in history but that is beside my point.” I tried my best as a game of thrones fan to explain it to her.

She wasn’t the slightest çankaya escort bit interested and only seemed to answer to rile me up more.

“That’s it then. Write about the historic events that are reflected in the show. You’ll know lots about it, you are even relating to what you enjoy.” I stood for a moment and pondered the idea inside my head.

“That actually isn’t a bad idea. Thanks Sis!”

Mom had been asleep on the sofa. She was the typical housewife while her husband and Lucy’s dad Robert, was suffering from cancer in the hospital. He had been sick for years and in truth it was only a matter of time. Despite coming from the same mother, me and Lucy had different dads. Mine passed away when I was a baby. Sadly, I have no memory of him whatsoever. Lucy’s dad however has been the man of the house my entire life. Despite us not getting on, he is a decent guy and he treats my Mom well. He did spend most of his time at months on end in different countries all over the world on business. Lucy rarely saw her dad which put us both in the same boat almost.

Despite how troubled our family had become with the sickness of Robert, Lucy still held her head high, often acting as if the illness was not a reality. I loved her for that. She was strong for my mother who had not been so strong as of late.

I woke Mom with a gentle rub of her shoulder.

“Mom wake up, we’re home.”

Mom’s eyes fluttered open and she realised she had been asleep for far too long.

“Oh, sorry you two, I haven’t been to the store yet. Will you guys be alright to settle for the pizza in the freezer?”

It had been the second time that week they had eaten frozen food.

“Frozen pizza is fine Mom.”

Lucy excused herself to go change. She was still soaking wet and the cool air conditioning did nothing to protect her nipples from making outlines in her top, which did nothing to protect my dick from emerging from its slumber. In the moment I started to feel odd about it. Why was I looking at her like that? I wondered. It had only struck me as she walked away and when I was watching her perfectly shaped ass in her wet jean shorts that the realisation came to me. She was no longer the young girl she once was. She was a woman. A young adult in her prime years. It had only been today that I had noticed. Her breasts were tight against her white top in the car and even then, as we drove home, I wondered what they looked like. What kind of nipples she had and how big they were?

That night we all sat at the table enjoying dinner. Mom asked us about school, and it was to no shock to any of us that Lucy had been doing far better coming into the later stages of the year. I was due to graduate but was struggling to keep up my grades for a place at college doing what I loved. Lucy wanted to stay on at school and become an architect like her dad. She was incredibly smart, and I had no doubt she would accomplish her goal. I admired that a lot about my sister. She was very driven and sometimes it rubbed off on me. Once we had finished eating Lucy helped Mom clean things away as I was adamant about capturing the lightning before the thunder that even still, roared above the house.

Grabbing my camera from my room I adjusted the lens for long distance shooting. I wanted to capture everything that I could. In the laundry room I zipped up my raincoat and made sure the hood was tied tight to me. The treehouse I used to play in when I was younger seemed further away now than before. The rain whipped and hissed at me as I opened the door. The treehouse had been there well before I was born, and nobody seemed quite sure who had initially built it. Large puddles formed in the crevasses on the hill and streams of cold rainwater formed between the bindings of trees.

I splashed around in wellingtons as I made my way across the now hard terrain. The rain slashed at my face and I did my best to shield myself with my bag. The foot of tree was completely underwater. It almost went knee deep. I couldn’t turn back now. I splashed through the puddled and found some rungs of the ladder had been tore off. Thankfully now I was no longer 5ft tall. I used the length of me to my advantage and almost failed to get to the top. I used all the upper body strength I had and once I was atop the treehouse, I lay flat on my back whilst sheltering from the rain.

God I was unfit. I had ditched practical class to focus on photography and art. Sports never really interested me. This did though. Going the extra mile for that bit better of a shot. Inside still had some carvings of the stickmen I had drawn when I was a kid. The toy box was long gone now. It had changed over the years. Teenagers used to hang out here to take drugs. I found syringes in the corner and empty bottles of beer. Whilst I was up there, I took note of just how high I had climbed. Everything below me seemed so small. I looked back a mile to my house. It was so escort çankaya far away. The only light inside my house seemed to be coming from my sister’s bedroom. I zoomed in on my camera and snapped a photo of the house. I thought it was a cool shot and decided to get another one in the case of the first being blurry. Screwing one eye closed I focused on the shot. I zoomed in further. To my surprise, there was Lucy standing in her room. She seemed to be looking over some outfits for the following day at school.

Through the lens I couldn’t help but appreciate her. She was 5’6 and had a curvy body. She wore long PJ bottoms that hugged her cheeks tightly and even snuck between her crack. I found myself zooming in on her specifically. My finger shook over the button. I couldn’t take a picture of her like this. I was no peeping tom. It took a second for me to realise that was exactly what I was doing. I was peeping at my sister through her window in a treehouse. Despite my disgust I could not look away. Her hair was frizzy after drying. It looked fluffy and swayed as she twirled before a mirror. She held her outfit over her night clothes, trying to imagine what it would look like on. I had lost concentration, the thunder startled me, and my finger slipped. The camera snapped a shot of her, and I felt so guilty.

I had just taken a picture of my half-dressed Sister unawares in her room. I took my eye away from the lens and slipped under the wet wood. I stumbled into the corner of the tree house and felt my hand rest against something. At first, I struggled to make out what it was. Then I realised. It was a book and an old one at that. It had black trimmings on the edges and was furry to touch. It weighed heavy in my hands as my eyes scanned over it. A flash of lighting lit up my view.

The Art of Attraction It read, etched in a gold like colour. The book seemed at least 800 pages long and thinking nothing of it, I wedged it into my bag. The night had suddenly gotten a lot darker. The rain did not let up and neither did the thunder. I did my best to capture the lightning, but it was very difficult to time it. I had almost given up hope when simultaneously with the snap of my camera a blue flash cracked loud in the sky. With my footage captured I decided to retreat to safety.

Getting up had been the easy part. Getting down would prove to be far more difficult. The rungs seemed further apart than before. It seemed more slippery and my confidence left me. I tried to hang from my waist and dangle my legs. That seemed the better way to go until I could not find the following rung. Maybe this was the world getting me back for peeping on my little sister. The shame fell over me again and I decided if I was to pay the price for my actions it would be now. My confidence built as I found my footing. Eventually I made it safely to the ground with my bag intact.

The walk back to the house seemed harder. Given I had used all my energy on the treehouse. Mother thought I was mad for going out there, but she did not stop me. She knew my attitude towards photography, and she did not intend on holding me back.

The previous night had been exhausting. Climbing the tree during a thunderstorm now didn’t seem like the brightest idea but in my head, I wanted the shot. Intrigued by the book I had found I decided to take it with me to school. Perhaps I could get some extra reading in whilst in the library. That morning I stepped out into the landing and bumped into Lucy. Today she wore high waisted jeans and a dotted top that seemed more of a crop top if you asked me. I couldn’t help but stare at her.

“Eh Matt?” She asked.

I snapped out my gaze realising I had been staring right at her in a luscious way. I could not honestly pinpoint what had gotten into me.

“Sorry, it’s just you look nice today.” Was all I could say.

Lucy took a second to check herself up and down.

“Really? That’s nice of you to say.” She smiled a genuine smile.

“Don’t get used to it.” I joked.

“What a shame. I was beginning to think it was genuine as well.”

It annoyed me that she did not think I meant what I said. Perhaps that was better. I did not want to give off the wrong vibe. All a sudden I grew nervous around her. I had relationships before. This though was a different feeling. One I’d never felt before. I shook it off as morning fog and we got ready for school. In the car she was more talkative than normal. It was almost as she knew how I was feeling. Like she was teasing me. She was telling me of the boy she had been speaking to.

“His names Aaron, He’s in my Chemistry class.”

The conversation bored me in truth, but she never really opened up to me as much as this so that part I enjoyed. He played lacrosse which I thought was bit odd. Out of all the sports you could get into. Lacrosse was not the first that came to mind. School went by as usual. Nothing to note seemed to occur. çankaya escort bayan It was when I sat alone in the cafeteria that I remembered the book. My friends had been in an exam and I wanted to read it alone. I didn’t want anyone asking questions about what it was. The school toilets were deserted, everyone seemed to be out enjoying lunch. I opened the cubicle and sat down, locking the door behind me. The book was still wet from the night before. Peeling open the pages I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was a guide. My mind raced and so did my heart.

A guide to become instantly more attractive and get the girl you want.

Step 1: Upgrade yourself.

I Read the through the first steps carefully. The writing had been written by pen and not by print. I could tell it was old. I read for the whole of lunch, making mental notes. It was for sure that I needed a new haircut, that was for certain. My hair had grown long and curly and I hated the way I looked in all honesty. I had to dress better. The book was a hard truth but one I felt ready for. I was sick of sleeping with the chicks nobody wanted. In this moment whilst sitting in the men’s room reading a book of how to get laid. I thought of Lucy. Again, without fail she slipped into my mind. Maybe if I did all this stuff she wouldn’t just think of me as her dorky big brother but someone to protect her and keep her safe. Someone she was attracted to. The book mentioned working out using body weight exercises. I ticked that in my head also. After step one I skimmed the book briefly looking over the many pages. Some chapters showed detailed instructions of how to perform oral sex. How to make a girl cum by hitting her g-spot. All of this was information I desperately needed. It was then in the bathroom in the West wing of Fowler High that I had decided I was going to seduce my Sister.

I made sure to send my sister a text letting her know I was unable to take her home today. I had plans to make a start at this transformation and I did not want to waste another day. Lucy seemed bummed out from her text back and so was I. I enjoyed how she felt she could talk to me openly about relationships. It meant she trusted me, and I liked being a trustworthy brother. I missed her in the car, but I had bigger things on my plate. Before reaching the mall, I messaged my friend Penny. She was a super geek, but she was kinda hot. I never really thought about her that way though. We had been friends forever and besides she had a boyfriend in college. Penny agreed to meet me upon telling her it involved shopping. I believe I had her when I told her that I was searching for a new look.

Jenny was every geeks dream. She was a firey red head with decadency from Scotland. She was tall and humorous which I liked about her. We had been great friends over the years and she always had my back.

She met me outside the mall, and we caught up. First, we had a Starbucks because you can never get enough Starbucks coffee. We discussed why I was doing all this over coffee, and she agreed it was about time I needed an attractive woman in my life. Ditching out empty coffee cups, we made of for the outlets. When my father passed away, he left me with his life savings. My Mom felt it inappropriate to keep it for myself so upon my 18th birthday I was given $40,000 untouched. Until now I didn’t mind spending a little on improving myself.

We spent what seemed like hours looking over new clothes. We found smart t-shirts and polos, shirts and sweatshirts. It was going to be a completely new wardrobe. By the time we were finished I had new items of everything. I would no longer be wearing the baggy old clothes I used to. I walked into the store with bootcut jeans and an old top. I walked out wearing tight pants and a shirt that complimented my body shape. I was not at all chubby, I had muscle though it wasn’t very much.

Next up was the haircut though Jenny insisted I get that last. We headed for the jewellery store. The place looked far too expensive for me, but we entered anyway. The woman behind the desk approached us.

“Hello, my name is Keri how may I help you today?”

I was stunned. The clerk was Keri from Miss Greens class. She did not even recognise me. It occurred to me that perhaps it was the clothes. Then she looked me dead in the eye with no recognition. Jenny had left school the year before and she knew exactly who she was.

“We’re looking for menswear. Pendants and rings.” Jenny said firmly.

“Right this way.” Keri said. Her skirt was low, and she dressed in very professional attire.

She walked elegantly towards the rings. It was something he always caught on to. The way she walked her hips swayed seductively from side to side. Her heels clicked over the marble floor. It was a surprise that Jenny was not intimidated. Keri ran over the different types of rings and different costs. I did not really see the need in a ring but Jenny insisted I had man like hands so it would look good on me.

“How much do you aim to spend?” Keri asked the question like she did any other time, with little muse.

“I was looking to go between $200-$400.” I spoke with confidence. I realised that letting Jenny speak for me did little to show I was a confident man.

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