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This is the 10th in a series. “Samantha” was the 3rd chapter and “Donnie” was the 4th. I regret that my inconsistent use of titles prevents Lit from properly displaying the series.

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Friday night’s events profoundly changed the way I felt about Jake. He’d lured me out for what I thought would be a normal date but then turned me out to a friend of his – sold me for sex – for $50. I doubt Jake even needed the money. It was all about controlling me.

We’d started as two young men enjoying almost-mutual sex and as the months went by Jake had taken me in darker and darker directions. He’d basically invited his cousins to abuse me on Christmas vacation, and there was no telling what would follow my recent prostitution debut with Marlow.

I had no idea how lucky I was, compared to my mother. She and Jake had kept it a secret from me, but her noble effort to help her son avoid Jake’s worst predations had gone badly awry. Her video, instead of liberating me from Jake’s clutches, more deeply ensnared her in his.

Like me, Mom turned out to be unable to control her own lustful urges. Jake ordered her around like hired help, fucked any hole he wanted, and left her a cum-covered wreck after each marathon sex encounter. Once in a room with him, she was absolutely unable to deny him any sexual relief he sought, and she willingly endured, even enjoyed, any degradation he imagined.

But Jake’s ultimate fuck of my mother was the mind-fuck he laid on her Friday night. He got her to treat his arrival to fetch me like a beau dating her daughter. He told her that he would introduce me to another man. He compelled her to accept that he would turn me out to that other guy for money. Finally, he surprised her by insultingly splitting the money as if she was my pimp. Of course, it wasn’t my mother who made me a prostitute, it was Jake.

My poor Dad was oblivious. Mom led their marriage in and out of their bedroom, and she manipulated him with hand jobs and cross-dressing. He had no idea what kinds of sexual craziness his wife and son engaged in, and of course, I knew nothing about the Jake and Mom angle.

That I only now began to distrust Jake distinguished me from Mom. She’d never liked him and has always loathed the idea of him directing her sex life. But I was a young man with now shattered illusions. I’d come to consider Jake my best friend. I thought our sex, one-sided as it was, was an expression of a kinky kind of love. Jake loved having his cock in my mouth, and I loved having it there. I thought we were pleasing each other. I was too cum-drunk to see that Jake held me in contempt.

***

Monday at school Jake was distant, but his friend Marlow was all over me. He accompanied me to my locker between classes and sat with me at lunch. This was a fairly remarkable thing to do. All of us seniors sat on one side of the cafeteria; there was even a banner high on the wall naming it “Senior Side.” It had hung there for years, acknowledging the tradition.

Marlow and I had both turned 18 years old during the summer we were “rising seniors”, but we had nothing else in common. He was a bit of an almost-jock, playing on the IM basketball team and the JV baseball squad. I was a bookish nerd who played video games. He had a crowd of brothers and sisters, but I was an only child. But the elephant in the room was that he is African-American and I am white as a ghost.

In school social groups, this matters. The black guys and the white guys never sat together at lunch. Never, not even the teammates from various sports. The most segregated place in our town was the school lunchroom at mealtime.

Until Marlow asked me to sit with him Monday. I was nervous about this because we barely knew each other. Well, I mean except for the part where he fucked my ass Friday night. So I guess we knew each other. But still, we were strangers. Given our recent sexual activity, I saw no way to decline his invitation, even though it was outlandish and quite unheard of. I sat down nervously.

All around us others sat in their normal groups. There were several tables with six or eight white guys, and others with black guys. Nobody else joined us. We were the center of attention, salt and pepper at a table by ourselves. I never felt more conspicuous.

But we somehow did manage a decent conversation. Marlow was pretty good at drawing me out and getting me to discuss things that were different for us. What was it like to be an only child, how did I like the place we lived before we moved here. He was also ready to speak ümraniye gecelik escort about himself, and I found his stories of sibling rivalry funny and sometimes even sad. The lunch period passed quickly, and when we split he offered me a ride home in his car.

When we got to my house he noticed that we had a basketball hoop over the garage. He jokingly accused me of only pretending to be disinterested in sports, and I told him the hoop had come with the house. He offered to show me a few shots and he pretended to play a little one-on-one with me, laughing in a nice way at my clumsy efforts. I was actually having a good time when we went in for iced tea.

My new friend mugged at pretending to whiff his pits and declared that he needed a shower. Could he jump in ours? He had a change of clothes in his gym bag. I won’t bore you with all the chess moves, but they involved asking me to come in with some soap, and then a clean towel, and “Oh, by the way, you don’t smell so great either,” and climb in, we both saw naked dudes in the school gym, didn’t we?

I was soon in the shower with the hot athletic guy who reamed my ass less than 72 hours before. The more I washed his cock, the more cock there was to wash.

There was no time for towels when he led me, dripping wet, into my bedroom and into my bed. Marlow was a forceful and strangely romantic top, and he drove me berserk chewing my nipples and pulling on my scrotum. I did my very best to give him a top-notch blowjob, but the man’s cock was twice as long as my mouth is deep. I ended up mostly nibbling and nursing on the head of that black weapon of his.

He reached around and squeezed my ass cheeks. I finally denied him something when I moaned “Please don’t. You’re too big for me and I still hurt from Friday.”

Domineering as he undoubtedly was, he quickly flipped around and said “Don’t worry, baby girl. We’ll wait. You’ll be ready again.” Then he plunged his mouth against my ass and began that tender anal licking that made my own little dick so hard. My sphincter was still very inflamed and really tender, but Marlow made it feel so sweet and sexy. He called it my pussy and promised to take good care of it. He reached around and masturbated me to a climax, then lay back and allowed me to suck his stiff penis for another 10 minutes.

“Here it comes, Donna. Get ready to swallow your dinner.”

I did. Within 15 minutes he was dressed and gone, and I was still trying to figure out what whirlwind had turned my Monday on its head.

***

That night Jake phoned. There was no going out on a school night, not even for 18-year olds, but he just wanted to grill me. Why had I sat with Marlow? Why were we so chummy? What did we talk about? How come I wasn’t mad at Marlow for taking my ass Friday night? I’m not the most perceptive guy, but Jake sounded worried. My first thought was jealous, but no, it was worry. Jake didn’t want to lose me to some other guy with a bigger dick. Cousin John’s big penis hadn’t been a threat because he had only been a visitor, but Marlow lived here.

Tuesday was a lot more of the same, except there was no after-school special. Marlow led me around the school as if I was his best friend, hung out at my locker, and at lunch he dragged two friends of his, Levar and Denovis, to join our table.

Again, as unusual as an integrated lunch table was, the conversation was nice. Marlow managed to tell his friends the story of our very lopsided driveway basketball shoot-out in a way that made it moderately humorous without in any way making me feel bad about my inexperience. In fact, he praised my willingness to try something uncomfortable and learn new things.

The other two guys told similar stories about friends or relatives lacking BB skills, and by the time we broke up, we’d planned a two-on-two at one of the other guy’s houses for the next day. It was agreed that Levar, the best player of the three, would be my partner to make it a fairer match.

I found that the two-against-two format was less intense and more fun. Lots of kidding around and for the other guys, chances to show off trick shots and stuff. Levar and I, if you are wondering, got slaughtered, but he seemed not to mind. After all, no shame for him; it was clearly my fault, yet everyone treated me like their best teammate ever.

Levar and Denovis went to shower in the master bedroom en suite, and Marlow and I shared the bathroom in the hallway that opened on opposite end into two regular bedrooms. It just seemed natural for the two of us to get naked together and shower together, again, “just like at school.”

I resisted Marlow’s semi-serious advances for a minute or two, but soon we were soaping each other and rinsing each other and, I’ll admit, stroking each other’s erections. That was mostly my fault because I just couldn’t keep my hands off of that large elephant trunk of a cock swaying between Marlow’s muscled thighs.

We made it out of the shower enclosure, kadıköy ucuz escort but not out of the bathroom, when I went to my knees after glancing at the door we’d come through to make sure it was locked. Hard to believe, I thought for just a moment, that I once thought Jake was hung. My new friend’s long black club was a real man’s weapon.

I was getting a little better at taking more length without gagging, and if Marlow was only mostly hard, but not rigid, I could get some of him into my throat. Each extra inch made a big difference to Marlow, and maybe it was his loud moaning that allowed the door behind me to open a little without my knowing. Out of my sight, Marlow smirked at his buddies as they peeked their heads in and even took a few photos with their silenced phones.

Marlow said “I’ll bet Levar and Denovis are having fun, too, down the hall. Denovis looks like a macho man, but in bed, he can play either offense or defense. Levar might be almost as lucky in the big shower as I am. What do you think, Donna, should we go look? You up for a double-date?”

This was their cue to scamper back to the master bedroom and pose on the king-size bed. By the time Marlow led me in, holding my hand and pulling my only slightly reluctant body behind him, they looked like two guys who just finished having sex. They were spooning, on their sides, and their legs were inter-tangled.

“Bout time you lovers joined our party, Marlow,” Levar said. “Denovis here drained me already.”

“You recharge fast, you dog. Won’t need five minutes. Move over and let some real lovers show you how it goes. Got white-boy spit all up and down my junk, but he isn’t finished yet, are you, Donny?”

They quickly slid over, making room for Marlow, who sat on the near edge with those giant muscled legs spread wide open. His balls were the size of golf balls, all hot and throbbing and full of pent-up sperm. His sack was relaxed and hung very low. He pulled my face down onto his hot cock and groaned.

The other two made no move to restart their sexual romp, and that might have made me suspicious if I had a suspicious bone in my body, but I don’t. Marlow sat so far back on the mattress that I had to drape most of my upper body onto the mattress, face down, to keep sucking. He had really long legs.

My ass was pretty much hanging out there, naked and needy. Marlow groaned, “You go first, Denovis.”

He was ready. He slid off the far side of the bed without disturbing Marlow and me at all. Without warning, he began to toss my salad. I almost screamed, first in genuine surprise, then with pleasure. I really loved having my ass eaten, and with five days to recover, my hungry hole was starving. Denovis had a strong tongue, too, and was able, if I relaxed, to get inside my ring of muscle a little bit.

The whole scene turned into one great big seduction. The guys were all kind and tender with me, no pain, do sadism. Denovis even asked for permission to finger my hole with some lube, can you believe it? Asked for permission. His finger went in only to the first knuckle, and until he had successfully gotten two fingertips into my rosebud, had packed in a lot of lube, he didn’t go deep. No pain, not force.

But instead of a double-date, it turned into a triple-header. Three strong young black men touching me, kissing me, stroking me. Three lovers caressing me all at once. Loving me at the top and the bottom of my body. I was experiencing a gentle bliss I’d never felt before.

They each played a role. It was as if they’d developed a system to turn white boys into cum dumps.

Denovis had the thinnest cock of the three, though still thicker than mine, and it was his job to lead off. He would tenderly open the new conquest up for the bigger men coming afterward. He nibbled my ears and nuzzled my neck while murmuring endearments. “Your skin is like cotton, baby, so soft and white. I could just eat you up. I’m so happy you’re here with us.” I groaned loudly when he slowly slid his tool up into my rectum, and I paused a second while sucking Marlow’s familiar cock to tell Denovis how wonderful he felt all up inside me.

Marlow told me softly to “Give your bros some love, girlfriend. Let brother Denovis open your ass up for us.”

The strangest thing about the next hour and a half was how nice and gentle the three men continued to be with me. I can get off on a little degradation. Jake and his cousin had taught me to enjoy being called a pussy or a sissy when a cock is working its magic.

But this was like off the scale on the other end. Sometimes they called me their new brother, and sometimes their new sister, but the most frequent endearment was “girlfriend.”

“I can’t believe how sweet you are, Donny.”

“You’re so good to us, Donna. You loving your brothers?”

“Your lips so sweet, girl.”

“It’s like we all four connected, sharing everything.”

“So sweet you share your pussy with us, Donna.”

“You’re bostancı zenci escort our new sister, and we’ll all share you.”

“Three real black men for you, white girl.”

It reads corny I know, but when a hot man is panting sweet words into your ear while hugging you tightly, it’s not exactly about the words. It’s about what you give him and what he takes. I gave them my body, and they took it.

One or two at a time, they took it more than once. I felt awash in acceptance and warmth. There was so much touching and stroking, so many kisses and nibbles. They all played with me at once, and offered me their cum.

I worked to empty Marlow’s balls into my throat and suck Denovis’ cum up into my rectum, or maybe even beyond. While I did, Levar was caressing my breasts and biting the back of my neck. The three big guys were consuming me, that’s the word, they were consuming all of me. It was like three wildcats devouring a gazelle, except I didn’t feel like their prey, I felt like their queen. They made me feel so good it was almost narcotic. I was floating on a cloud made of cocks and balls.

Soon Denovis dumped a big load up my ass, and greased the way for Marlow, who playfully announced: “I guess I go second.”

My mouth now struggled to contain the monster that was Levar’s erection. My blow job had primed Marlow so thoroughly that he pumped sperm up my fuck-hole in just a few minutes, and then he rolled away.

“Damn, Donna, that’s some hot tight pussy you got going there. You go third, Levar. See if you can hang on for a while. Ride that pale ass.”

Levar settled in for the long haul. His cock was biggest of the three and stretched my asshole so wide that I couldn’t really clench and massage his long shaft. Also, like Marlow, his length allowed him to pop through my inner sphincter, too. He passed all the way through my rectum into my bowel, which hurt a lot at first.

Levar reached places with his cock that even Marlow hadn’t touched, way up high inside my pussy. Virgin territory. I hadn’t thought I had more virginity to lose, but Levar found some and took it from me forever. Only when he drew back most of the way and reentered me did he bang my prostate, which is my favorite part of anal sex.

As Levar’s great long organ slowly plundered my hole, he reached around and pumped my cute white dick all over the bed linen. I looked down and couldn’t believe how tiny and insufficient it looked, compared to the long snakes the men were using to impale me. Then he, too, exploded inside me.

Two hours later I sat quietly at my family dinner table with the sperm of my three new “brothers” still leaking out of my ass. And although my asshole ached and tingled noticeably, I can’t say it hurt. I would need at least a day or two of rest, but I knew I’d want my new brothers to share me again before very long.

***

Thursday Jake finally spent some time with me during the day and asked me to go cruising with him Friday night. I told him that I’d already made plans to watch a movie at Marlow’s house. He got very pissed and asked me a horrible, racist question: “What, you suddenly gone all black cock only?”

I’d never heard the phrase before and was rocked a bit back on my heels. I liked my new friends, and they were a lot kinder to me than Jake usually was. But neither had I made any decision to turn my back on whatever it is Jake and I shared. Couldn’t I be friends with Jake, and also be friends with his three black basketball teammates?

At the end of the school day, Jake intercepted me coming out of Home Room and dragged me to an empty classroom. He insisted he had to show me something, a video he had. When we got there, he pulled his iPad out of his backpack and started a video.

Of him, naked, with his cock in my mother’s face.

I have never in my life been as paralyzed as I was the next ten or fifteen minutes as Jake played an assortment of clips and stills, giving me a running commentary on which hole he was in, and how much my “whore of a mother” loved it. In one of the clips, my Mom begged, really fucking begged, Jake to cum in her cunt and to “breed” her. In the last one, she posed with cum all over her face.

I demanded that he tell me how he had forced her to do these things. “Forced her? Your fucking slut mother loves every bit of my cock, you fool. She’s a total whore, and your wimp Daddy doesn’t get the job done at all for her. Your sweet little Momma has the juiciest pussy and the hottest asshole in town. Forced her?”

“But how did it happen?”

“None of your fucking business, Donna. You and her must just have the ‘I love Jake’s cock’ gene I guess. I’m gonna love watching you two fight over it.”

I tried to reconcile the domineering Mom who treated me and my father as sissy fairies, dressing us in her lacy underwear and making us snowball each other, with the submissive screaming whore Mom begging Jake to fuck her harder and harder, in one hole after the other. If Jake could control my mother, and my mother could control me, how could I ever stand up to Jake?

“So here’s what’s gonna happen, you nasty sperm bank fuck face. You’re going to cancel your make-out session with Marlow. I’m coming to your house tomorrow night. Popcorn and a movie. A real date, Romeo and sissy Juliet.”

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.

Authors note: – This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

*

Back at Kingsley manner on Monday morning, things seemed to be the same as they were when we left. There was a lot of activity at the event building in preparation for Tristan’s party. Tables were being arranged and the delivery of the fuck-mats and glory-hole box were due later that week.

I was also due to see Lexa in the afternoon to discuss the case. I’d given her the cold shoulder since my outburst on Sunday afternoon. Fuck her; if she wasn’t going to help us then Natalie and I would sort this assignment out on our own.

Natalie said I was being a little hard on her and that she was probably busy trying to help other agents on their assignments. She also told me that Lexa was leaving us to go it alone as she trusted us to make the right decisions. I wasn’t so sure, so I had decided to text her and arrange a meeting. She had replied and agreed to meet later that afternoon.

We would make our excuses about party arrangements and leave the manor to meet Lexa in a motorway service station, about twenty miles away and then return back to the country estate later that night.

That just left one thing to sort out – Pippa.

As soon as we found her in her room she jumped up and greeted us with a childish hug.

“Becca, Nat! You’re back,” she said excitably. “How did the arrangements go?”

“Fucking hell, Pippa,” I scorned. “I keep telling you, we’re not supposed to be talking about it with you. What if your father or brothers hear us, or worst still your mother?”

“Daddy’s in his study, as usual,” she rolled her eyes. “The boys are out playing golf and I think mummy’s asleep.”

“Pissed again?” asked Nat.

“Yes, she had a bad night. She was celebrating because you’d both left, but then she went into a rage when she found out you were coming back today. She was a real mess last night,” Pippa looked sad and I didn’t blame her.

“I’m so sorry, Pippa. She needs professional help,” said Natalie.

“We’ve all told her, but she refuses to go. Anyway, enough about her. No one’s going to hear us; tell me about the party,” she said with a big grin.

“Alright, but you need to keep it a secret, ok?” I said.

“I will, I will, tell me, tell me, tell me.”

She bounded over to the bed and patted it to make us sit next to her.

We joined her as she sat cross-legged, smiling like a drug addict who was about to score some gear.

“We met with some old friends who have agreed to help us with the party,” I explained. “We had a few drinks and the arrangements have been made.”

“How many of you are there?”

“Six including us,” said Natalie. “But there’s a problem.”

“Oh, what sort of problem?” she asked furrowing her brow.

“We have a hundred men to fuck and it’s a lot for six of us. We could do with some help,” I added.

She sat open mouthed for a second.

“A hundred men?” she gasped. “Between six girls? Fuck!”

“Exactly.”

“Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?” she smirked.

“Yes. We were wondering if you knew anyone who could help,” I joked.

Pippa leaned back and punched my arm playfully.

“Becca, you’re so funny,” she giggled. “Go on, ask me?”

“Do you want to help out with the fuck-party?”

“Hhmmmmm… I don’t know now… I’ll have to check my diary,” she mused.

“Oh well, if you’re busy….”

“No, I’ll do it. Fuck, this is exciting.”

“There’s one condition though,” said Natalie.

“What sort of condition? I’ll do anything. You already know I can fuck,” she tittered. “But I can show you again with the stable boys if you like.”

“No, that won’t be necessary, but we want you to tell us about losing your virginity down at the lake,” she said.

“Oh,” she started to go red. “I didn’t know Singen and Isaac had told you about that.”

She seemed sheepish, but she’d just pretty much admitted it. I decided to lie and pursue it further.

“They told us the basics but we’d like the details,” I said. “We have a plan for you at the party to stay incognito, but we need to know you’re going to be ok with it.”

She gulped and took a deep breath.

“Do you think it’s weird?” she asked.

“Do we think what’s weird?”

“Having sex with my brothers.”

There it was. She seemed slightly embarrassed rather than mortified. I wondered what was going through her head.

“I don’t suppose it’s any weirder than letting your dad fuck you,” I gave her a knowing smile.

“Shit… you know about that too?” she looked puzzled.

“I heard you, the first night.”

“You must think I’m disgusting,” she said. “But it’s not like that.”

“How is it then?” asked Natalie.

“We’re a very close family.”

“So close that they’ve all been inside you,” I laughed. “Does your mother know about it?”

“Fuck trabzon escort no. She’d die… or kill us… or both. Fuck,” she put her head in her hands.

“How did it all happen?” asked Nat, placing her hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t know, it just sort of did. When I came of age, my parents insisted I went on the pill. Well… it was more daddy’s idea. Mummy didn’t want to think about me having sex with people,” she started to explain. “Me and daddy had a long conversation about sex and making sure that I gave my flower to someone special. I told him that I would, but he had a better idea.”

“To fuck your brothers?”

“It wasn’t fucking, Becca,” she spat. “It was lovemaking. It was soft and sensual and loving and special.”

“And incest,” added Nat.

“I knew you wouldn’t understand. I wanted to tell you yesterday in the garage, but I knew you’d think it was wrong.”

“Sorry, carry on,” said Natalie. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Daddy suggested that me and my brothers should lose our flowers together. He said it would be memorable and that it should be with someone who we loved. There was no one I loved or trusted or respected more than my brothers and it seemed better than a one-night stand.”

“I guess when you put it like that, it doesn’t sound that weird,” I said.

“It didn’t feel weird at all, Becca. It was amazing and I’d do it all again if I had to,” she continued. “Daddy gave us a few pointers about foreplay and warming up to the actual event. Then one sunny afternoon, I went to the lake with Singen and Isaac.”

My nipples hardened and my labia swelled in my damp underwear as I thought about her fucking her brothers. I’d once been forced to have sex with my sister, Amy, by Lexa as part of my training. There was a very spiritual connection when it came to fucking a sibling.

“At the lake side, there were sun loungers laid out, but we didn’t use them. We started off by skinny dipping like we had when we were younger, but I was now aware of their sexual attraction to my womanly body. I’d never felt their eyes on me like that before, it felt incredible.”

“You should be a poet, Pippa,” said Natalie. “You make it sound so sexy.”

“It really was. We swam together and frolicked like we used to, but I ended up being held in Singen’s arms and he kissed me. He didn’t kiss me like a sister, he kissed me like a girlfriend and I got so turned on. It all went from there really.”

“And your brothers hadn’t had sex with anyone before?” I quizzed.

“No, they wanted it to be with someone special too. It was like it was meant to be.”

“Who went first?”

“Well, whilst Singen was kissing me, Isaac started playing with my tits from behind in the water. We slowly drifted back to the jetty and they lifted me out of the water and onto the wooden deck,” she continued.

“God, I bet you were so turned on,” I gasped.

“I was dripping wet, and not just from the lake,” she laughed. “They looked upon me with desire and love and I took them both by the hand. We walked up the jetty with me in the middle like some sort of Greek goddess. I had an aching inside me that I’d never felt before. They laid me down on the floor and started to devour me.”

“They licked your pussy?”

“Yes, Isaac went down on me and Singen sucked my boobies,” she tittered. “They were so gentle with me and I knew right then, that I’d made the right decision. I’d fooled around with boys before, but Isaac was the first person to eat my pussy, it felt out of this world.”

“Did you speak to each other or was it a silent affair?” asked Nat.

“We all spoke softly. The twins told me I was beautiful and sexy, but I already knew how they felt, from the state of their hard cocks,” she smiled. “I felt wanted and desired, like I mattered in a sexual way.”

“Of course you mattered in a sexual way, you’re fucking gorgeous,” sighed Natalie.

“I know that now, but I was self-conscious back then. They kept complimenting me, saying I had the body of an angel, in between licking my nunny of course,” she laughed.

“There’s that word again,” I said.

“Sorry, yes, it’s just stuck with me. Daddy calls it that.”

“I bet he fucking does,” laughed Nat.

“I know it’s childish, but I like calling it a nunny.”

“I call it what it is,” replied Nat. “A cunt or a pussy or a snatch or a gash. I find those words much more descriptive.”

“You’re as bad as Becca. Are you sure you’re not sisters?”

We all laughed as Pippa shuffled on the bed. If she was anything like me, she was wet down there and feeling horny.

“We’re definitely not sisters,” said Nat. “But carry on with the story, you’re making me wet.”

“Oh… really… me too,” she admitted. “Anyway, Isaac decided he wanted me to suck his cock and I wasn’t going to argue. We were all in the throes of intimacy and I had sucked boys off before. Singen took over from Isaac between my legs, and I started licking and sucking Isaac’s dick. It was bigger than I was used to and although I tried to trabzon escort bayan take it deep, it made me gag.”

“He didn’t force it down your throat then, like most boys do?” I laughed.

“No, they were both understanding and gentle. I went back to licking it as my first orgasm started to build. Singen is amazing at licking pussy… oh wait… what am I saying… you already know that,” she laughed.

“We sure do.”

“Anyway, sucking my brother’s dick and having my other brother eat my cunt, soon got me off and I came in Singen’s face. I didn’t squirt or anything, it just felt really relaxing and nice. They looked down on me like I was a precious gem as I writhed and moaned.”

“You do look cute when you climax,” I admitted.

She giggled and went shy.

“My wanton lust took over at that point and, although I was nervous, I craved something inside me. Singen got between my legs with a frighteningly huge looking cock and asked me if I was ready.”

Natalie repositioned her jeans as she got wetter listening to Pippa.

“I said I was ready and he gently pushed into me. Oh my god girls, I’ll never forget that feeling of utter fulfilment and satisfaction as my brother’s cock penetrated me,” she cooed, closing her eyes and letting her head flop back as she reminisced.

“The first cock in your snatch is the best feeling ever,” laughed Natalie.

“Until the next one,” I added.

“It hurt a little, but he took it slow and kept asking if it felt ok. I think my panting and moaning told him all he needed to know. His skin inside my skin felt velvety-smooth as we slid about in unison… holy shit it felt good.”

“I bet he didn’t last long, did he? Your brother told us he came pretty quickly,” I said.

“Yes, that was a bit disappointing, but daddy had warned me it would be over quickly the first time. I was just getting used to it when I felt a completely different feeling.”

“You felt him cum inside you?”

“God yes. He tensed up after a couple of minutes of fucking me and I felt his dick twitching and throbbing in my pussy,” she gasped. “Then I felt the warm sperm filling me up. My own brother’s sperm at that. Somehow it made it even more horny and I felt like I wanted to orgasm again.”

“There’s no feeling like a guy filling you up with his hot seed,” cooed Nat.

“Honestly Natalie, I could have died happy feeling him cum in me. Knowing that I’d made him cum, was such a powerful and rewarding feeling. It felt better than passing all my exams, two years early,” she smiled.

“Being slutty is better than being swotty,” I joked.

“Too fucking right, it is,” she tittered. “No sooner had Singen pulled out of me, when Isaac took his place. It felt so much wetter, already having one load inside me and he slid in and out of me like he was gliding on silk.”

“I fucking love sloppy seconds,” purred Natalie.

“Or thirds,” I added.

“As I was pretty close to cumming already, from Singen fucking me, it didn’t take long for me to cum a second time. I reached down and rubbed my rose-bud whilst Isaac gently made love to my cummy hole.”

“Wow, you were so lucky to have two cocks your first time around. Double the pleasure and as one has finished with you, you get another go with an identical guy,” I said. “I still struggle to tell them apart.”

“I know. It is difficult but their personalities are a little different. Anyway, after I’d had my second orgasm, or rather during my second orgasm, Isaac came in me too. It felt just as good the second time around and we all lay there afterwards, on the boardwalk, panting and smiling in the sun. We all felt proud of ourselves.”

“That’s some story,” said Natalie. “The fact that it was with two people who loved and respected you, makes it even more special.”

“Even if they are your own family,” I laughed. “Did you tell your father that it had happened?”

“He was waiting for us when we got back to the house. I’d never seen him so excited. He knew from the look on our faces that we’d lost our virginity together, but he wanted to see the evidence,” she laughed.

“What sort of evidence?”

“He wanted to see the mess my nunny had made in my knickers, after they’d both cum in me. He knew it would have leaked out,” she grinned.

“Dirty fucker! Did you show it to him?”

“Of course. He smiled from ear to ear when I pulled them down and showed him the puddle in my panties. Ever since that day, every time I get creampied, it reminds me of that day and of how proud he was of us for going through with it. He said it had brought us closer together as a family,” she smiled.

“No wonder you like cum filled knickers,” gasped Natalie. “It must bring all those naughty, sexy feelings flooding back.”

“It really does, I love having it inside me and feeling it leaking out. It just feels so slutty. Just imagine how it makes me feel to have dinner with mummy, knowing I’ve got my brothers seed inside me, making my panties all sloppy,” she giggled.

“You’re such a bad girl,” I laughed.

“That’s escort trabzon what daddy says too.”

“Speaking of daddy, how did it happen with him? Was that romantic and loving too?” asked Nat.

“Sort of I suppose,” she looked up in her eye sockets as she thought about it. “He fucked me about a week later in my bed.”

Her sexual history was certainly making us all horny. I was soaked and my clit was throbbing.

“He came to see me in my room just as I was going to bed. He tucked me in like he used to when I was a kid and he asked me how I felt about what had happened. I told him it was magical and that I was glad I’d listened to his advice,” she continued. “He said he could help me out further if I wanted him to.”

“By fucking you?”

“I didn’t know what he meant so I asked him. He said that now his little girl had been fucked by boys, it was time to experience what it was like to be fucked by a man.”

“And he was the man for the job. He likes to keep it in the family after all,” laughed Natalie.

“I didn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t have sex with me. I knew he and mummy weren’t getting on very well. It was just after she’d caught him in Paris with two prostitutes.”

“And your mother wasn’t giving him any sex?”

“No. I don’t think they’ve had sex since that day. I felt sorry for him when he explained about his needs and desires and that he was having to pay for it elsewhere,” she replied, looking sad.

“Technically, he was already paying for it before your mother caught him,” I said.

“I don’t think they did it much before. I’d just discovered how wonderful sex could feel and my poor old daddy wasn’t getting any. I wanted to be fucked by an older guy, someone with more experience who wouldn’t cum too quickly, so it was beneficial to both of us,” she said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Your father must love you very much,” I smirked. “Did you just spread your legs and see if he took the invite?”

I was finding the whole incest thing quite fascinating. Tristan was a dirty cunt without a doubt, but Pippa seemed ok about the whole thing. It made me wonder how her brain worked, thinking that this was some sort of normal everyday scenario that everyone did.

“Love comes in many forms,” she replied. “And no, I didn’t just spread my legs for him. He sat on the edge of my bed in his PJ’s and stroked my hair behind my ears. I felt safe and comfortable.”

“And horny and wet,” joked Nat.

“Yes, very,” she smiled. “We chatted about my first sexual experience and I saw his PJ’s bulging and it made me giggle.”

“He’s bigger than the twins, isn’t he?” I laughed.

“What? How do you know that?”

“He’s tried me out, before the party to see if I was any good,” I shrugged

“Oh… right… of course. I guess he’d have to,” she seemed a little surprised.

“Ignore my whorish friend here, Pippa. Carry on,” said Natalie.

“Right… yes… where was I. Oh yes, daddy saw me looking at his crotch and he slowly revealed his fat dick to me. He asked if I wanted to touch a man’s cock rather than a boy’s. Obviously, I jumped at the chance and soon had my fingers wrapped around it, giving him a hand job.”

“Did he play with you?”

“Not at first, he just watched me wanking him off and asked if I’d sucked anyone’s cock before. My naughty smile told him that I had and I knew where he was going with it. I popped him into my mouth and I was surprised how similar he tasted to my brother.”

“There must be something in the genes,” I replied. “I noticed it to.”

“Daddy then asked if he could see me completely naked, so I pulled the covers down and took my nightwear off. He gasped at my teenaged body and started playing with my tits.”

“He must have thought all his Christmases had come at once.”

“He looked very happy; I can tell you that. He leaned down and kissed me whilst his free hand wandered between my legs. I was trembling with anticipation and the fact it was so taboo. It’s not every day that your daddy fingers you before bedtime,” she said.

Natalie was now gently rubbing her hand over her crotch and her breathing was getting heavier.

“You ok Nat?” I asked.

“Sorry, I don’t know why, but this is making me super fucking horny. I’m sure you won’t mind me rubbing my nunny,” she used Pippa’s word and over emphasised it to make sure she knew.

“My cunt’s juicy too,” replied Pippa, with equal emphasis on her dirty word. “Feel free to strip off and play with yourself. I told you, there’s no one around.”

Natalie didn’t hesitate to strip off. She was naked in a matter of seconds and she lay back on the scatter cushions, on Pippa’s bed and started to strum her clit.

“Gosh, you really are horny, aren’t you?” gasped Pippa. “I think I might have to join you.”

Pippa stripped off in record time and I knew I was going to have to follow the crowd. I needed something to relieve myself after listening to Pippa’s disgusting story of incest.

A couple of minutes later and we were all lying next to each other on her bed, completely naked, masturbating whilst Pippa continued to enthral us.

“All girls playing together,” she tittered. “Now, where was I? Oh yes, daddy was fingering me whilst we kissed. He’s a good kisser for an older man, I was quite surprised.”

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It was mid summer and Jennifer and Tiffany had been swimming in Jennifer’s pool almost every day. They were enjoying their summer vacation after each of them had graduated high school. Jen’s parents were never home during the day. Her dad was a hospital executive and worked long hours and her mother was a Bank Manager so she was gone on weekdays until 6 or 7 in the evening. The girls definitely enjoyed having the run of the large house. Her parents had the pool built over the spring, complete with a nice Jacuzzi and a 10 foot diving board. Jennifer figured that since she had just turned 18 it would be her last year living at home. She had decided that she was going to enjoy the pool this summer and Tiffany was usually wherever Jennifer was.

Jennifer sat back on a large lawn chair next to the pool. She had been best friends with Tiff since the 5th grade. She watched as Tiffany headed to the diving board wearing a red and white striped bikini that Jen had helped her pick out. Tiff had just turned 18 a couple of weeks before. She had very pale white fair skin and natural shoulder length red hair. She was 5’8 and was a skinny little 110 lbs. She had long skinny legs that ran up to her tiny little bottom that Jen had always thought looked cute with her thin frame. Her tiny bathing suit top easily held in her perky 32 B’s.

Jen was built completely different from Tiff. She was only 5’0 and weighed around 120. Her mother was Puerto Rican and her father was Italian so she had a dark complexion which was even darker with her tan. She had brown hair with blondish highlights running through it that went to the middle of her back. Her bright yellow bikini barely covered her ample 36d breasts which had grown a full cup size over the last year. She had much shorter legs then Tiff. They led up to nice round bottom that always had the guys staring.

Jen had recently developed a bit of a crush on Tiff. They had been friends for years and she was sure Tiff didn’t know about it. Jen had always told herself that she wasn’t gay or bi, but recently she had started to wonder. As the two of them had gotten older Jen had started admiring other women’s bodies almost as much a nice hunky guy. She had never acted upon her new found obsession, but she had been thinking more and more that she would like to find out what it would be like to be with another woman. She wasn’t sure if it was the closeness to Tiff or what, but she did know that she really loved Tiffs skinny little body. If she was going to act on her fantasies she sure wished that it would be Tiff she experimented with.

Now she watched her friend climbing the diving board. Her pale skin gleaming in the sunlight, she looked so perfect to Jen as she walked to the edge of the board. Jen couldn’t help but imagine Tiff out of her suit. She had seen her naked many times over the years while changing clothes. Now Jen was imagining her friend’s perky little breasts and wishing she could take those tiny little nipples and suck on them. She sighed as Tiff dived into the water with very little splash. Perfect form, she thought to herself.

After Jen finished baking herself in the sun and lusting after her friend they both went inside. Jen followed Tiff up the stairs and then into her bedroom, checking out the view of Tiff’s cute little butt wiggling back and forth in front of her on the way.

“Can you untie this stupid thing?” Tiff asked Jen as she tried to reach for the knot in the middle of her back. Jen was more then happy to oblige. She walked up and gave a little tug on the knot as Tiff pulled the bikini top up over her head. Jen felt herself getting goose bumps as Tiff turned around. She was staring intently at Tiff’s perky little breasts and for some reason she wasn’t hiding it. She was just looking straight at them. “I sure wish I had a tight little skinny body like yours.” Jen said.

Tiff had a look of shock on her face as she pulled off her bikini bottoms and exposed her closely trimmed bright red landing strip. “What the hell are you talking about? All the guys drool over your big tits and round ass. I wish I had half of what you have Jen. Don’t be ridiculous.”

Jen knew Tiff was right. Guys tended to flirt trabzon escort with her more then Tiff, but she wasn’t a guy and all she knew was that she was very attracted to Tiffs tight little body. She wasn’t attracted to any women that were built like herself. “Well I still think you have a much hotter body then me, but that is just my opinion. Hell, I check you out more then I check out guys lately.” The comment seemed innocent enough to Jennifer, but she wondered what kind of reaction she would get.

Tiff didn’t really know how to respond to the compliment. Jen had never told her that she was jealous of her body. She definitely hadn’t known that Jen was checking her out. “What do you mean by that?”

Jennifer looked her naked friend up and down. “I mean what I said Tiff. I’m really not sure why, but I have found you irresistible to look at lately. I’ve never considered myself as gay, but if you were gay I would definitely consider changing teams for you.”

Tiffany didn’t know what to say. Jen had never even given her a hint that she thought like this. Tiffany was a bit different from Jen though. She knew that she had been drooling over her best friend’s buxom body for a few years now. She had fantasized about Jennifer so many times while playing with herself late at night in her bed. She always wanted to tell her friend how she felt and what she thought about, but always thought that she would get laughed out of the room. “Jennifer Ann Stephens, are you messing with me?”

Jen looked up at her friend with as serious a look as she could muster. “Why would I lie about it?”

Tiffany stood there naked and blushing. “Well I have wanted to tell you that I felt that way about you for years. So you better not be messing with me.”

“I’m 100 percent serious Tiff. What do you mean you felt that way?”

They both stood there for a second. Both of their minds were racing about the things that had come out in the open. Tiff was the one who broke the silence. “Well, I’m going to go take a shower. If you are serious then I will expect you to join me in a few minutes. If you don’t then we will forget this conversation took place. Do we have a deal?”

Jennifer couldn’t believe that Tiff had just gone to the next step. The offer was now on the table. “Yes, we have a deal.” She responded nervously. Tiff walked past her and into the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in shock as she heard the bathroom door close. She turned to the mirror and looked herself in the face and started talking to herself out loud. “Well Jen, this is what you have been fantasizing about. She is there for the taking. Are you going to go through with it?” She kept looking at herself as she pulled off her bikini bottoms exposing her shaved bare snatch that was outlined by the lighter skin from where her bikini bottoms had been. She then removed her top exposing her large breasts which were also outlined with tan lines. “Okay, here we go.” she said as she turned and started toward the bathroom.

Jennifer could not believe how nervous she was. Her palms were sweaty as she reached for the door knob to open the bathroom. The shower was running and Jen could see in the mirror to her left that Tiff was in the shower washing her hair. The clear glass door offered her a perfect view of the suds running down over Tiff’s beautiful body. “Well get your sexy ass in here.” Tiff said as she continued lathering her red hair. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jen asked in a shaky voice. Tiff held her hair under the water as the soap rinsed out and down over her wonderful little breasts. She reached out and pushed the door open for Jen.

Jen entered the shower hesitantly as Tiff finished rinsing her hair. When she was done she opened her eyes and moved out of the stream of water. She reached out and gently took Jennifer’s hand and led her under the flow as the water ran through her best friend’s hair and over her full figured frame. Tiff was thrilled that it had finally come to this. Jennifer’s eyes were closed as Tiff leaned over and slowly pressed her lips to Jen’s. Tiff was pleasantly surprised when Jen pressed back and they began kissing passionately.

Tiffany’s hands began trabzon escort bayan exploring her friend’s body as they kissed. She slid her hands down Jen’s arms at first, ending with holding her hands gently and letting go at the tip of her fingers. She placed her hands on Jennifer’s hips gently moving then up and down from her hips to her waist and then back down.

Jennifer was getting very excited. She had never kissed a girl before and Tiffany’s lips tasted great. She decided to up the ante a bit and slowly let her tongue out as she parted Tiff’s lips. Tiffany was more then happy to respond in kind as their tongues met and began dancing back and forth from one mouth to the other. Both of the friends were enjoying the kiss more then any other they had ever experienced.

Jen moved out of the stream of water and leaned back against the linoleum shower wall as Tiffs hands grew braver and braver. She slid her hands up Jennifer’s waist and then moved them more inside as she took Jen’s large breasts in her hands and began massaging them gently. Jen let out a soft moan as they continued their amazing kiss. The feeling of Tiffany’s tiny hands softly massaging her breasts sent a fire through Jen’s body that she could never have described in words.

Tiffany didn’t want to break the spell of the kiss, but she knew she wanted more. She wanted to taste every bit of her beautiful friend. She pulled away from Jennifer slowly and began slowly working downward. She gave soft kisses on Jen’s chin and then to her neck. Jennifer turned her head to one side as Tiffany softly kissed and licked her neck and worked her way downward slowly. She pushed up on both of Jennifer’s full breasts as she licked her way down the left one and then back to the right. She was careful not to touch Jennifer’s nipples with her fingers or her tongue. She could tell it was driving her friend crazy as Jen was trying to move her body to get her nipple closer to Tiff’s hungry mouth. Tiff continued to tease Jennifer as she massaged under her breasts and licked all over them as she watched Jennifer’s nipples swelling with need.

She then pushed Jennifer’s breasts together firmly and took her left nipple into her mouth and began sucking, licking and softly nibbling. Jen gasped as Tiff started working on her nipple. It was more swollen and sensitive then she could ever remember. She leaned her head back against the wall and moaned softly as she reached for Tiffany’s head and ran her fingers through her red hair. Tiffany stopped and switched to the other nipple taking it in her mouth and working it over more aggressively then the first. She was squeezing Jen’s ample breasts in both hands as she began working from one swollen nipple to the other. Jen was moaning softly and squirming as her friend sucked on her tits like an expert who had done it a million times. Tiffany was in heaven. She could have played with Jennifer’s wonderful rack and sucked on her engorged nipples forever.

Tiff then released one of Jen’s breasts and slid her hand down her stomach. Jennifer spread her feet apart quickly so that Tiff would have full access. Tiff’s hand the reached the mound above Jen’s clit and grabbed a hold of the fleshy area in her hand. She continued nibbling on Jen’s breast as her middle finger found Jen’s swollen clit. Jennifer moaned out loud as Tiff grabbed a hold of her mound between her legs and started squeezing and massaging it in her hand. Jennifer’s pussy was on fire. She was dripping wet and hungry for the orgasm that she knew was building. “Fuck me with your fingers Tiff. Please!”

Tiffany didn’t have to be asked twice. She let go of Jennifer’s mound and quickly pushed her index finger inside Jen’s hot hole. Jen bucked her hips forward and moaned loudly as Tiff began sliding her finger in and out of her pussy slowly. She then leaned forward and started flicking her tongue quickly across Jen’s swollen clit.

Jen lost it. She grabbed Tiff by the hair and pulled her head roughly between her legs. Her knees felt like they were about to buckle as her body erupted into an immediate orgasm.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Oooooooooooooooh!”

Tiffany didn’t let up as she escort trabzon knew Jen was about to cum. She quickly thrust another finger up her hole as Jen moaned and bucked against her face. She was a bit surprised when Jen started squirting. It was the hottest thing ever to her as Jen held her by her hair and cum squirted all over her chin and ran down her body. Tiff still didn’t stop as she thrust her fingers harder and deeper into her best friends dripping cum hole. Jen was cumming so hard. Her legs felt like they were going to give out. She had no control of her body.

Jen had to stop it before she collapsed. She pulled Tiffs head away and stared down at her friend. She had never squirted before and she couldn’t believe how spent she felt and how much she had unloaded all over Tiffs face. Tiff looked back up at her with lust and passion in her eyes. She pulled her fingers out of Jennifer’s pussy and stood up, kissing Jennifer firmly so that Jennifer would get a good taste of her own cum. She stopped kissing and opened the door and exited the shower, grabbing Jennifer’s arm and pulling her behind her. “Oh my god Tiff that was amazing.” Jennifer said as they walked out of the bathroom and down the hall. “Now it’s my turn.” Tiff responded with a grin.

They entered Jennifer’s bedroom, both of them still dripping wet from the shower. Jennifer couldn’t have felt any better then she did at that moment. Tiffany pulled Jen along behind her as she climbed onto the bed. She lay back on Jen’s bed and pulled Jen down on top of her. Tiff thought to herself just how good Jen’s wet body felt on top of her. Again they kissed hot and passionately, tongues twisting in and out of each others mouth. Jen pulled away and slid down Tiff’s body a bit. She licked around Tiff’s right nipple before taking it in her mouth and sucking on it hard. She pinched the other nipple between her thumb and finger, giving it a twist as she worked the one in her mouth. It only took a second for both of Tiff’s perky little nipples to be pointing straight up in the air. Jen kissed her way quickly down Tiff’s stomach and then reached her shaved patch of red hair. She ran her finger nails through Tiff’s bush softly as Tiff flinched. “That tickles Jen.” Tiff said in a slight bit of protest.

“Does this?” Jen replied and she pushed Tiff’s legs apart. Jennifer then dove in licking Tiffany’s clit quickly and sucking it into her mouth. Tiffany’s hands went to her sides with her palms flat on the bed as her body tensed with the instant stimulation of her clit.

Jen couldn’t believe how good her friend tasted. She licked up and down, darting her tongue across Tiff’s throbbing clit. Tiffany began moaning and bucking her hips up and down, trying to grind against Jen’s face. Jennifer moved her tongue downward. She grabbed Tiff by the hips and stuck her tongue up Tiffany’s hot tunnel. She tried to get her tongue inside Tiffany’s soaked pussy as far as she possibly could. Her best friend pushed back, trying to get as much tongue as she could. Jennifer then reached a hand up and began rubbing Tiffs clit hard and fast with her thumb as she began tongue fucking her in and out as fast as she could. Tiffany’s body trembled and Jen could feel her friend’s pussy trying to grab at her tongue as she licked inside her.

Tiff then grabbed Jen by her hair. Tiffany could not do anything but tremble and let out soft moans that came out more like shivers as she began to orgasm. Jen had not expected the reaction as Tiff came hard. Her body trembled and quivered rapidly. Jen could feel her almost vibrating against her face as Tiff moaned in her soft shaky voice. The taste of her cum was wonderful to Jen as she licked and sucked up every bit that she could.

Tiffany then let go of Jen’s hair and laid back, trying to catch her breath. “Damn girl, I’ve never cum so hard, you really know how to eat a pussy don’t you?” Tiff said with a giggle. “Well I’ve never squirted before so you must not be to bad yourself.” Jennifer responded with a coy smile as she slid back up on the bed beside not only her best friend in the whole world, but the best lover she had ever experienced. She wondered what might be the next step. All she knew was that she definitely would want to do this again. She just hoped that Tiff felt the same way. She snuggled up to Tiff and gave her a soft kiss. They laid there together for a while snuggling, each enjoying the feeling of the others naked body pressed up against their own.

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CHAPTER 11:

“Baby wake up,” Alexa whispers in Maggie’s ear.

“Noooo,” says a very sleepy Maggie.

“Wake up! It’s your day!” Alexa rubs Maggie’s back.

Maggie turns to face her and pulls her in her arms.

“What’s more important than sleeping all day?” Maggie keeps eyes closed and takes Alexa in her arms.

“Come on,” Alexa nags.

“You are right,” Maggie says getting up and pushes Alexa on the bed; rides on her back. Maggie’s hands playfully undo Alexa’s robe; kissing the scratches on Alexa’s shoulder and the back of the neck. Alexa’s body starts responding immediately under Maggie’s touch.

“We should go, right?” Maggie starts teasing her and thrusts her fingers into Alexa’s already swollen lady part.

Alexa being unable to talk, buries her face in the pillow and lets a moan out.

“We are getting late, right?” Maggie whispers playfully in Alexa’s ear and thrusting her fingers harder into Alexa, whose face is still buried in the pillow and her fingers grab the sheet.

“Maggie! Alexa!” Lilly knocks on the door.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!” Alexa says at the disturbance as she was just about to come.

“Be there in a bit!” Maggie shouts.

“Come on hurry!” Lilly nags.

“I said ‘in a bit’!” Maggie shouts louder.

Maggie starts thrusting her fingers again into Alexa. Sensing that the mood is spoiled, she also starts rubbing Alexa’s clits with her other hand. Alexa comes not long after that. The pillow suppresses most of her scream.

“You are evil!” Alexa says as she catches her breath after a while. She sees Maggie lying beside her; watching her with a fire in her eyes.

“Only for you baby. Now let’s go before any other family member ruins another orgasm,” Maggie kisses on Alexa’s lips.

“You go. I will catch you up in a bit,” Alexa says.

“Why?”

“I need to clean up before hugging your mother!” Alexa says with a red face.

“Ok, hurry!” Maggie chuckles.

“Where is Alexa?” Mrs. Chan asks Maggie.

“She’s coming,” Maggie replies.

“Damn! This is not something you say to your mother,” Lilly giggles.

Maggie rolls her eyes, “Speaking of which, why couldn’t you get the hint when I said we would be here in a bit?”

“Jeez, sorry!” Lilly rolls her eyes.

“Girls, I’m still your mother. No sex talk before breakfast,” Mrs. Chan scolds both of them.

Alexa comes down wearing black jeans and a grey full sleeve top. Her hair is set loose and still damp from the shower. Maggie stops eating as starts gawking. It sometimes surprises Maggie that Alexa still has this effect on her. Lilly throws food on Maggie’s face.

“Good morning,” Alexa smiles at the trio.

Maggie hands her a glass of orange juice and whispers in her ears, “Drink this. You need it.”

Alexa shyly takes a sip.

“So, what are you guys talking about?” Alexa asks.

“Just random stuff. Sex. And, then Maggie said you were coming,” Lilly comments.

Alexa starts choking on her juice. Maggie throws a napkin on Lilly. It takes a few seconds for Alexa to get normal. Maggie gets up and brings a cup of coffee for Alexa. Mrs. Chan notices how domesticated her daughter has become and looks at Alexa with grateful eyes. Alexa sees Mrs. Chan but doesn’t understand the look.

Mrs. Chan doesn’t allow staffs to do the chores when they are on the island. Usually, she makes her daughters work. This time Alexa offers to clean up. Mrs. Chan squeezes Alexa’s hand with her eyes filled up with tears of joy, “Thank you baby girl.”

“What happened?” Alexa asks softly.

Mrs. Chan looks at Maggie and Lilly who are chatting on the distant couch.

“I have never seen her this happy. She has never cared for someone as she cares about you. I thought it was serious with Rose. Then they broke up,” Mrs. Chan says.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Chan. I love your daughter very much and intend to do so throughout the rest of my life,” Alexa reassures her by giving her a hug.

“There you go. Mom just gave her the permission to marry you,” Lilly jokes seeing the embrace of Alexa and her mother.

“Ssh. Don’t joke. I wonder what they are speaking about,” Maggie says.

“Darling what is wrong?” Mrs. Chan asks Maggie after brunch.

“Nothing ma,” Maggie replies in a lifeless manner.

“Come. Let’s sit,” she takes her daughter where they could sit and chat.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s one of my mood swings,” Maggie says.

“Alexa. Sometimes it feels like she is not there,” Maggie starts breaking down after a pause.

“I mean why is it hard for her to open up to me? I don’t know how I long I can have the patience,” she adds.

“Hey, shush,” Mrs. Chan rubs her daughter’s back to soothe her. She doesn’t even know how to comfort her.

Alexa, however, eavesdrops their conversation. She goes to the bar quietly.

After 2 hours, Maggie comes to the room. She just had a very emotional conversation with her mom and wishes to be alone. She realizes that she needs space to figure out her relationship. Nothing happened but a lot of things happened. trabzon escort She craves more but also scared. She sends a text to Alexa “we need to talk.” Just then Alexa enters the room and checks her phone.

“Oh,” she says.

“Are you drunk?” Maggie asks annoyingly.

“We need to talk,” Alexa shows her the phone screen.

“That’s what I just said,” Maggie’s tone gets a bit louder. They stay quiet for a couple of minutes.

“I..” Alexa starts talking.

“I know that past few days, I am not treating you right,” she continues.

“It’s not that.”

“Please just know that you the only person who matters to me in this god damn world,” she says.

“Then why do I feel like you’re not letting me in?” Maggie asks.

“I was diagnosed with clinical depression at a very early age. I don’t know how to get over things easily,” Alexa confesses her dark secret which Maggie already knows.

“You have a wall around you. And you don’t let anyone in.”

“I do. But also, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you more than life itself,” Alexa says holding Maggie’s hands.

“Sometimes I feel like you are so far away,” Maggie says.

“I feel lost,” Alexa says.

“Why?”

“It’s scary. The breakup was scary. Every minute felt like a century. It hurt so bad and now I am too scared that I might lose you. But also, I can’t help the depression,” Alexa sits down on the edge of the bed staring the floor. Maggie sits beside her.

“I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know this,” Maggie says.

“Mag I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. I know I am not treating you right. I won’t force you to stay in this relationship if you are getting smothered,” Alexa says with tears in her eyes.

“I tried that. Didn’t work. I cannot stay away from you. I love you,” Maggie says touching her Alexa’s face. Alexa looks directly into Maggie’s eyes and Maggie feels like as if the time has stopped. And, Maggie just wants those eyes to see her; only her.

“But you didn’t sign up for this,” Alexa says.

“I signed up for the whole package,” Maggie says.

“Please talk to me. Just talk to me. I want to know how you feel. What you think about,” she adds.

“And the wall you talk about. I do it every time I am hurt. It hurt so bad that I didn’t know I could survive. It helped me to carry on,” Alexa says.

“I am so sorry, baby. Staying away from you was a hell for me too,” Maggie says.

“And there’s one more thing,” Alexa says.

“What is it?”

“It bugs me that we cannot go out or hold hands outside or do anything really. We never even had a proper date. We only have a bedroom which is our world. Nothing else.”

“I suspected it. Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“I don’t know. It makes me upset.”

“And, it bugs me that it takes you to get drunk, to be honest with me!” Maggie says annoyingly.

“Don’t shout. I am not drunk,” Alexa rolls her eyes.

“Ugh, you drive me crazy!” Maggie says.

“Well, you could have told me instead of dragging this out and feeling like crap!” Alexa is starting to get red in anger.

Maggie tries to embrace her but she pushes her away. Maggie pulls her again forcefully and wraps Alexa in her arms leaving her helpless. Alexa starts calming down.

“Please Lexie, you have to learn to talk to me,” Maggie says in a soothing voice.

“Please, you do that too. Tell me everything. It doesn’t have to be witty. Tell me every silly thing you think of. I would love to know everything.”

“Will do,” Maggie says kissing her temple.

Alexa sits on the middle of the bed while Maggie lies on the bed popping her head out on her left hand facing Alexa.

They spend the next hour talking about silly matters; Giggling like teenagers on silly jokes; Eating snacks on the bed; which helps Maggie relax.

CHAPTER 12:

Mrs. Chan catches Maggie before dinner.

“Darling now that you are stable, you need to talk to Alexa,” she says.

“I did,” Maggie replies happily.

“Well, that was fast. Resolved your issues?” Mrs. Chan asks.

“Kind of. I don’t know how to deal with her depression,” she says in a sad voice.

“Let her know that she is loved,” Mrs. Chan says squeezing Maggie’s hand.

“And, you were right about me panicking over nothing.”

Mrs. Chan smiles fondly at her daughter.

There’s a party after dinner. After an hour, Alexa excuses herself to get some fresh air with a bottle of beer. She finds Lilly and Mrs. Chan sitting outside.

“May I join?” she asks.

“Of course!” Lilly says.

“Come Alexa. Make her understand that she needs to find someone!” Mrs. Chan mockingly smacks behind Lilly’s head.

“My mother thinks I am going die alone,” Lilly rolls her eyes.

Alexa takes Mrs. Chan’s side on this and teases Lilly, “Why don’t you?”

“What? Find someone?” Lilly asks.

“Yes.”

“Well, guys are pretty dumb,” Lilly says.

“Can’t argue with that,” Alexa says while drinking her beer.

“Look how happy Maggie and Alexa are!” Mrs. Chan trabzon escort bayan says while making a hand gesture.

“Do you know how many issues they have?” Lilly says. “No offense,” she says facing Alexa.

“None taken. But you know, at the end of the day, it’s all worth it,” Alexa says.

“There she is…” Maggie stutters her words.

She basically falls on Alexa’s body.

“Aww, I missed you so much. Where did you go?” She asks Alexa and starts kissing her neck which makes the present company along with Alexa feel very uncomfortable.

“Hey I am here and you’re way too drunk,” Alexa says while pushing her a little bit. Maggie again puts her mouth over Alexa’s collarbone and her hand invading Alexa’s bare body under her shirt.

“Hey no!” Alexa says sternly this time; pushing her a bit.

Maggie says something in Mandarin and passes out on Alexa’s lap. Lilly and Mrs. Chan are sitting with their uncomfortable faces. Alexa assumes that it is because of what Maggie did and said which she has no clue about.

“Sorry about that,” Alexa says embarrassingly to Mrs. Chan and Lilly.

“Should we put her to bed?” Lilly’s face shows real concern.

“Uh we can finish our drink,” Alexa says smiling.

“Why don’t you get a lover?” Mrs. Chan starts nagging Lilly again.

“Jeez, mom! Lover? who uses that word anymore?” Lilly says in disgust.

“Call me old-fashioned all you want but at least I am not single,” Mrs. Chan burns her daughter.

“Ooh,” Alexa laughs.

“How did you two get together? Maggie never told us,” Lilly tries to divert the attention.

“Why are you putting the bull’s eye on me?”

“No no. I am curious,” Lilly sounds like a kid who is expecting a good story.

“Well…” Alexa hesitates.

“Please tell us,” Mrs. Chan gives her permission.

“Well, I saw her first in a conference. Luckily, she came to me at the bar. Nothing happened though,” she says.

“Then what happened?” Lilly asks excitedly.

“Well.. I got drunk the last night. Was having trouble to enter my room and there she was.. offering help,” Alexa gently strokes Maggie’s hair while telling about them.

“I was too drunk to think clearly. So, I kissed her. The next thing I knew I woke up in my bed,” she smiles.

“You passed out?”

“Yes.”

“Then what happened?” Mrs. Chan asks excitedly. She almost looks like Lilly.

“I was afraid of losing my job. I didn’t. She came down to my office and told me that she kissed me too before I passed out and then asked me on a date,” Alexa says fondly and bends down to plant a soft kiss Maggie’s temple.

“Aww,” Lilly says adoring them.

“So beautiful!” Mrs. Chan says. Alexa looks at her nervously but she seems genuinely happy.

“I think I should put her to bed,” Alexa says.

In the morning, Maggie wakes up with a hangover. She finds her mother and sister in the kitchen.

“Are you two like opening a band or something?” she asks while covering her face.

“How are you feeling?” Mrs. Chan asks.

“A little hungover but I will live,” she says.

“Do you know what you did?” Lilly asks.

“No, what? And, why are you so loud?” Maggie covers her ears with her hands.

“You got drunk and attacked Alexa in front of us,” Lilly says.

“Oh my god. Did I hurt her?”

“Not that kind of attack. You know..” Lilly says.

“Oh no. I’m sorry. I feel embarrassed,” Maggie says covering her face again.

“I didn’t even tell the good part,” Lilly says excitedly.

“What did I do more?” Maggie panics.

“You asked her to marry you!”

“Oh My! what did she say?” Maggie asks.

“She didn’t understand. You asked in Mandarin.”

“Are you going to propose?” Mrs. Chan asks with hope in her eyes.

“No. I was going to ask her to move in. I mean I have been thinking about it since a couple of days,” Maggie says.

“Good morning,” Alexa greets everyone from behind.

“Alexa told us how you met!” Lilly says excitedly.

“Did you really?” Maggie asks Alexa amusingly.

“Just my version,” Alexa clarifies.

“Wait. Is there two versions?” Lilly looks confused.

“Well, she is a bad storyteller. You ask her about the storyline about an Oscar-winning movie and she summarizes it in one line,” Maggie teases Alexa.

“Then tell us,” Lilly urges.

“Well, I was really not in the mood to go to China to attend this conference. However, father forced me to. As soon as I entered the room, I saw a girl. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen but also the saddest looking. Now that I know she was not sad, it’s her resting face,” Maggie laughs. Alexa rolls her eyes at her.

Maggie continues, “Then I saw her again at the bar. I had already gotten her file mailed to me. I approached her and it was as if she didn’t even care. But she was polite.”

“In my defense, my knees started shaking and I was at loss of words,” Alexa defends herself and Maggie smiles.

“After five minutes, I was pulled away by something and I didn’t see her until the night of the closing escort trabzon ceremony. I was looking for her everywhere without drawing attention. Then there she was; struggling with her keycard. I offered to help her. She was quiet again. It was getting on my nerves. As I was about to say something about it, she wrapped me up in her arms and kissed me,” Maggie squeezes Alexa’s hand fondly.

“Then what happened?” Lilly clasps her hands like she is listening to a bedtime story.

“Then I passed out!” Alexa comments.

Maggie rolls her eyes, “No you didn’t pass out. I was surprised. Shocked even. You looked like a lost puppy trying to apologize then I kissed you back.”

Alexa holds up her index finger, “I never told you this. I was quiet because I didn’t listen to any of the things you said. I was checking you out from head to toe.”

Everyone starts laughing and Maggie leans towards Alexa for a quick kiss.

“Then you passed out on me. And, then avoided me the next two days until I had to go down to your department.”

“Who asked out first?”

“She did,” Alexa sips her coffee.

“I did,” Maggie agrees.

“Tell us more!” Lilly squeals.

“The rest is PG,” Maggie laughs at Alexa who shyly smiles.

“Well, she came to place. I somehow managed to impress her with my cooking skill,” Maggie shares.

“She loves your cooking!? I’m your mother. I don’t even like your cooking,” Mrs. Chan comments in a surprised manner. Maggie pouts. “Aww,” Alexa wraps her arms around Maggie.

“I stayed the next day. And, the rest is history!” Alexa squeezes Maggie.

“I was so worried when your father said that you were dating a colleague. It was not like you,” Mrs. Chan says.

“Yes he walked in on us when we were having dinner,” Maggie says.

“Lucky him. I always walk in on you when you know..” Lilly says.

“Speaking of which, I need to hand you over the key,” Maggie says to her little sister.

“Okay,” Lilly says with a pout.

“Hey I am really sorry about last night,” Maggie says.

“Hmm,” Alexa says.

“Don’t be hmm-ing me now. You know I would never force myself on you,” she says.

“I know that. It didn’t feel like it. Just that I was embarrassed in front of your family so were they,” Alexa says.

“Gah I know. I am sorry,” Maggie says covering her face with her both hands.

Lilly comes in their room and jumps on the bed, “We are going on the yacht. Put on your best bikinis girls!”

Alexa looks worried while folding her clothes. Maggie comes close enough to whisper, “What’s wrong? We could stay in if you don’t want to go”

“It’s not that. We both have some marks on our shoulders you know,” Alexa whispers back reminding Maggie of their scratch marks during sex.

“Oh don’t worry. Our hair will cover them,” Maggie reassures her.

Alexa and Maggie both walk arm in arm flaunting their ripped bodies in matching bikinis.

Jia whistles, “Alexa you sure you believe in monogamy?”

“Hey! hands off of my girlfriend!” Maggie shouts. They sit beside Lilly and Jia. Mr. and Mrs. Chan join them. They both look funny and cute. Though Alexa feels embarrassed to be in a bikini in front of her boss.

Maggie squeezes her shoulder, “Relax!” Mr. Chan gets up to make some calls. It’s a big yacht. There are also some friends whom Alexa saw earlier. She sees Rose and feels uncomfortable immediately. Everyone notices Rose too. It’s hard to miss her with her loud voice.

“Jia!” Mrs. Chan scolds Jia.

“What? She is fun,” Jia shrugs in her defense.

Rose comes and joins them. She chitchats with everyone for a bit. Everyone is worried about Alexa’s reaction and Maggie seems like she wants to be anywhere else than here. It’s hard to read Alexa’s expression under her sunglasses.

“So, Alexa we didn’t get the chance properly,” Rose says.

“We didn’t,” Alexa says sipping her beer.

“You know, Maggie and I used to date,” Rose announces and Lilly facepalms.

“So I have heard,” Alexa says with a straight face.

“Is polygamy still her thing?” Rose asks. Everyone starts scratching their heads and wants to beat Rose up.

“What do you mean?”

“Maggie was never satisfied with one woman. We had an understanding,” Rose announces.

“Maybe you didn’t know how to satisfy her,” Alexa comments in annoyance.

A gush of wind blows past them exposing the scratches on both Alexa and Maggie’s shoulder and the hickey on Alexa’s neck. Rose gets a shock seeing this and everyone tries hard to suppress their laughter.

“I’m sorry if I have told something to offend you,” Rose apologizes and leaves.

Everyone bursts out in laughing even Mrs. Chan. Alexa smiles to sooth her annoyance.

“And, the wind put the final nail in the coffin!” Lilly laughs. Alexa resets her hair to cover the marks again.

“Baby what she said about me being a polygamist..” Maggie starts explaining looking down in guilt.

“Chill baby. If she were my girlfriend, I would be one too,” Alexa reassures her. She trusts her enough that she knows Maggie would never cheat on her.

“Yes, I never understood what you had seen in her!” Mrs. Chan asks.

“I had the same question,” Jia says.

“I was a little bird roaming from tree to tree till I found the right one to build my nest,” she plants a kiss on Alexa’s temple.

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Latasha decided to sleep in. Betsy sipped her coffee and thought about how much her life had changed in the last few months. She was out of school, working her first job, moved out of the apartment she shared with her mother, and she not only experienced sex for the first time but it was with a woman! Now she had tasted several women and was living with a black sex goddess that made Betsy her submissive bitch and much to her surprise, she loved it.

Bashful Betsy’s eyes lit up when Latasha glided down the steps and she served her mistress coffee. The 18 year old cooked breakfast, they chatted, and enjoyed their day off together. Latasha asked, “Have you ever been to a lesbian club?”

“No, never; what is it like?”

“Well, they are all different but the place we are going to go to tonight is wild. It is called ‘Naughty Girls’, has knockout strippers, and you will see chicks from all walks of life, all nationality’s, and all shapes and sizes. You will love it and they will love you. I want to show my little bitch off, so we will go buy you something new to wear tonight.”

“I have clothes; why do we have to get new ones? What is wrong with my outfits? Don’t you like them?”

“Don’t go get sensitive on me; your clothing is fine but we need something special for your introduction to ‘Naughty Girls’. Trust me, you will be noticed tonight.” The girls got ready to go shopping.

They walked in a uniform store and Betsy was puzzled, she had anticipated sexy lingerie and mini-skirts. She was really baffled when her ebony lover picked out a Catholic School Girl Uniform! Latasha had her try it on and model it for her. The store clerk was a stocky, buxom blond, in her late forties. The clerk pointed out that the skirt was too short. Betsy turned crimson when Latasha announced, “She is my submissive slut and we want it short. You have no other customers; why don’t you let her show you what a fabulous pussy licker she is?”

The startled woman stared wide-eyed and stammered, I… I never, I mean, been with another woman. I… I don’t know!”

Latasha offered, “Don’t tell me that you never thought about it. I know you have; this may be your last chance to have a sweet young girl between your legs! My little bitch has a very talented tongue and knows how to please a woman. If you don’t grab the opportunity now, you will regret it for the rest of your life. If you let her, you won’t forget her.”

Betsy just stood there silent. The timid girl felt so embarrassed and humiliated but she could also feel the moisture form between her legs. Latasha only had to mention lewd acts and Betsy would get aroused. They both stared at the confused clerk waiting for her response. The nervous clerk finally answered, “Well, if she wants to do it, I suppose that it would be alright. What do I do?”

Latasha spotted an easy chair and told the woman to sit down, spread her legs, relax, and enjoy. Then she ordered Betsy to make the clerk’s pussy hum and cum. Latasha then said that she wanted to hear the woman scream out in ecstasy. Betsy walked over to the chair, got on her knees, pulled down the woman’s panties, and lifted the clerk’s skirt to her waist. The woman trembled as the young girl’s tongue touched her clit.

Betsy eagerly ate the slushy pussy. She chewed on and sucked the pussy lips and then stuffed three fingers in the hot hole. The woman did scream when she reached orgasm while Betsy sucked her clit and finger fucking the woman vigorously. Latasha put her leg on the arm of the chair, exposing her hairy black pussy and offered, “Poor baby, how thoughtless of me! You can see how much my bitch likes feasting on your juicy cunt and I know that you want to try it yourself. I should have offered you a treat sooner but here it is now!”

The confused woman didn’t know what to do but Betsy was still busy between her legs and the woman was lost in a twister of lust. As Latasha moved closer, the horny clerk stuck out her tongue to taste a pussy for the first time in her life. The sight and scent of the aroused black pussy spread a whirlwind of carnal craving throughout her entire being. She devoured the chocolate delicacy with abandon passion. They all reached a rousing orgasm together.

While trying to regain her composure the clerk was horrified to notice a group of people staring in the store window at the lewd display of public sex. She hurriedly stood, straightened her skirt, stuffed her panties in her pocket, thanked them for cuming, and unlocked the door. The clerk invited them to come back but said that next time they would use the storeroom. On their way out Latasha and Betsy heard two young ladies say that they should go in the store and have some fun with the clerk. Latasha knew that the front door was not the only door that the clerk had opened.

The 32 year old ebony goddess complimented her young friend on her school uniform and told her that they would get some shoes and socks to go with her schoolgirl outfit. They entered a small shoe store and were greeted by a young black girl. Betsy sat in a chair and tried on several pairs trabzon escort of plain black shoes to go with her outfit, also some socks. Latasha observed the black girl staring up Betsy’s plaid skirt with interest and she was wearing an aroused look on her young face. Latasha spotted the girl’s nipples stiffen on her small tits and asked, “How long have you been into girls my dear? Please don’t try to deny it. The look of lust in your eyes gives you away!”

While still on her knees and gazing at Betsy’s spread creamy legs the young black girl said, “I’m sorry but she is so pretty that I couldn’t help but look at her but I meant no disrespect.”

Latasha asked, “How old are you darling?”

“I am 19 and out of school. Does she go to a Catholic school?”

“No, she is out of school but we are going to the ‘Naughty Girls’ bar tonight and I figured that this outfit would get a lot of attention from the dirty-old-ladies.”

The shoe clerk knew about the lesbian bar and it excited her to know that Betsy might be interested in her. As she slipped a sock on Betsy’s foot the girl ran her hand up the shapely leg to her creamy thigh. Latasha smiled and inquired, “How many girls have you been with?”

Just a few of my friends and oh yeah, a lady that lives down the street.”

“Have you ever been with a white girl?”

The slender black girl drooled as her eyes drank in Betsy’s white panties and she could see the outline of the white girl’s pussy and answered, “No I have never been with a white girl, never even thought about it until now.”

“Well this little white girl is my bitch and her pussy is very sweet. Eat her out right here and right now if you want it.”

The startled black girl couldn’t believe her ears. At first the thought of doing such a thing at work was frightening but the idea of risking getting caught eating this white girl’s pussy filled her with overwhelming desire and lust. She kissed up Betsy’s legs, pulled down her panties, and licked and sucked the deliciouses pink pussy with fervor. Two long black fingers entered the soaked pussy as the black girl sucked her clit. Betsy quivered to a mind-blowing orgasm and the black girl had a big smile on her pussy juice covered face, then she exclaimed, “Oh thank you both so much! That was fantastic, I hope that I can see you again!”

As they left the store, Latasha told the girl her phone number and said, “Call me tomorrow and we can arrange something; I can tell that you love eating pussy and want to try your talented tongue soon.”

They went home to grab a bite to eat and get ready to hit the club. Betsy stepped out of the shower, dried herself, and went in the bedroom to put her hair in a pony-tail. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea but Mistress Latasha told her to do it. Betsy was shocked when Latasha entered the room in a black leather outfit, complete with black mesh stockings, boots, and hot-pants. The white girl was startled when her black mistress placed a black leather choker around her neck. Then Latasha hooked a jeweled black leash on the collar.

Betsy prayed that none of the neighbors were watching her being pulled by the leash as they left the house. Once in the car Latasha told Betsy to lose the panties. “But these are the white panties you told me to wear!”

“I know but I changed my mind. This is going to be a night of wild sex, and panties would only get in the way.”

“Wild sex? Isn’t that what we have been doing all day?”

“Oh baby, that was just the warm-up; the best is yet to come.” Betsy tugged down her white panties and left them on the front seat. Wonderment filled Betsy’s blue eyes as she was led into the club. She did not out feel of place there; she saw females in all kinds of costumes, policewomen, nuns, belly-dancers and there were even other Catholic school girls. Also, she was not the only one being led around on a leash. As a matter of fact, the only stares she got were looks of lust and desire.

Instead of sitting at the bar, they joined a couple of Latasha’s friends at a table. Betsy was intrigued by the other couple, an obviously well-to-do white woman in her forties named Victoria and a 21 year old black girl named Naomi. Victoria addressed Latasha saying in her southern accent, “How nice Latasha, you have a young white submissive and I have a young black girl. I suppose the old saying is true, opposites do indeed attract! We must get together at my place soon. It could be quite entertaining, just think of the fun we could all have together.”

“Hell, why wait? Betsy, crawl under the table and lick their pussies, and do it good.” Betsy did as she was ordered and started with Victoria and then Naomi. After she satisfied both of them she sat back in her chair and Naomi got under the table and brought Latasha and Betsy to glorious orgasms. Latasha stated, “That was marvelous, we will pay you a visit soon.”

Victoria handed her a card and requested that she call next week. Latasha laughed and quipped, “I will call lickety-split and we will play lickety-clit!” The lights dimmed and three exotic trabzon escort bayan belly-dancers appeared on the small stage. Their sensual movement was highly arousing; they all had dark hair, voluptuous figures, and were from Egypt. As the dance heated up, hands reached out to touch the dark skinned dancers. One of the dancers received a large round of applause and extra tips when she washed a young blond’s face with her pussy juices. After the show the dancers mingled with the crowd and were bought drinks, given tips, propositioned and wooed by aroused admirers.

Latasha noticed a table of four attractive Oriental women in their early thirties. She went over to talk to them for a minute, then came back to the table and instructed Betsy to crawl under their table and feast on some Chinese food.

The women smiled and bowed their heads as Betsy approached the table. The 18 year old American girl nervously went to her knees, crawled under the table, got between spread legs, pulled aside their thongs, and gave all four women wicked tongue lashings. Hands held her face tight to their smoldering pussies. One woman held her head so tight with her legs that she thought she would never escape the vice-like grip. Betsy did so good that they all wanted and got seconds. She came out from under the table, stood up, was being thanked by the grateful Oriental women and started walking back to her table when suddenly two policewomen cuffed her and walked her towards the door.

Just before they got to the front door they made a right turn and led the frightened girl into the ladies room. One of the police women pushed Betsy to her knees, dropped her pants and demanded that she eat the bald pussy. The other policewoman did the same. Betsy was told that she would be very popular in prison. As women entered the restroom the police women told them that their cuffed prisoner would like to eat their pussies. After two hours of eating strange pussies, Latasha entered the ladies room and told the two customers dressed as policewomen to release her. The black mistress asked her submissive slut how many pussies she had tasted. She replied that there was so many that she lost count.

They went back to the table, finished their drinks, and went home, explaining that Betsy was worn out. On the way home Betsy announced, “I thought that they were really the police and that they were taking me to jail; it was horrible and some of the women that I was forced to eat smelled foul and tasted worse.”

“Poor baby, I bet your tongue is in need of a rest. We will go right to sleep tonight and let you recuperate. It’s a shame that you missed the strippers though, maybe next time.” Betsy was grateful for her mistress’s compassion and lovingly thanked her.

Things went fairly quiet for the next few days except for for a visit from the shoe sales girl. Latasha asked Betsy what days her mother had off at the bar she worked at. After learning that the woman was off Tuesday and Wednesday, Latasha asked, What is your mother’s name anyway? She does look good in a trashy sort of way. I was thinking of inviting her to the prison for a visit. The inmates would just love her. How old is the whore?”

Her name is Doris and she is 37. Visitors aren’t allowed inside the prison, are they? I thought they were only allowed in the visitor’s area.”

“Normally that is the case but we can make an exception every now and then. The warden can have first crack at her.” The ebony Mistress called Doris and she quickly accepted the offer to visit her daughter at work. She hadn’t seen her Betsy since she left home and Doris missed her.

About noon on Tuesday Latasha received a call from the gate and told the guard to send her to the warden’s office and that Rose was expecting her. Doris was escorted to the warden’s office and introduced herself. The warden said, “I know all about you! Latasha told me that you are a slut for big cocks and you have just recently learned to eat pussy.” Rose slipped a tape in the VCR and stared at Doris as she watched her daughter eat Rose and Evonne’s pussies.

The black security guard that brought Doris to the office was still in the room. The warden stood, disrobed, and told them to do the same. The 6′ guard was out of her uniform in no time at all but Doris just stood there frozen. Rose told the guard to help her off with her clothes. Doris offered no resistance at all and could not help but stare at the screen and watch her daughter eat the two Latin women as her black lover encouraged Betsy to gobble up the spicy Latin pussies.

The warden observed, “You like watching your little girl get nasty, don’t you whore? Well let’s see if you can please a woman like your daughter can.” Doris was placed on her back and the guard devoured her pussy while Rose sat on her face and demanded that she eat her horny cunt! They changed places several times and Doris was told that she was not bad for a beginner but she still needed a little work on her cunt lapping skills and was advised to let her daughter teach her.

The guard then took Doris escort trabzon to the supply cage to visit with her daughter. Latasha let them talk for a while, then they walked down the hall to a shower. Doris was instructed to disrobe and take a shower and that she would have some company soon. The bewildered mother stepped in the shower and wondered who her company would be.

The slender blond mother was beginning to relax and enjoy the soothing effect of the water rolling down her body when the door opened and six naked women wearing strap-on-dildos joined her. She could hear Latasha tell them that this was their reward for being the best workers in the cell block.

There were 3 white women, 2 black, and one Hispanic. Doris was forced to bend over and suck their fake cocks. Then a dildo was roughly stuffed into her pussy. At first it hurt but as her pussy got wetter the dick felt better and soon she was fucking back wildly. Just as she was about to cum the dick was pulled out of her hot hole. For a second she felt disappointed, but then it was rammed up her butt-hole and another was shoved in her seeping cunt. She flailed about like a rag doll and screamed to an orgasm as both holes were filled to the hilt. After they all fucked her, Doris was made to suck the dildos clean and eat their sloppy cunts. When they all left her alone the exhausted mother collapsed on a bench and went to sleep.

Doris was awakened by Latasha and Betsy. The walked the shaken up mom to her car and asked her how she enjoyed her visit. “It was certainly different than anything else I have ever experienced. I only wish that I could have spent more time with Betsy.”

Latasha told her, “Don’t worry baby, tomorrow night we will pick you up and take you out for a good time. Be ready at 9pm.” With that said they went their separate ways.

The next night they picked up Doris and drove to ‘Nasty Girls.’ They sat at a table next to the stage, ordered drinks and watched a voluptuous redhead bump and grind on the stage. Betsy was red-faced when the dancer stopped in front of her and danced erotically. The dancer moved even closer, her shaved slit was only inches from Betsy’s face and she could smell the aroused sex. The redhead grabbed a fistful of Betsy’s hair and pulled her face to her pussy. The bashful girl forgot all about her embarrassment and licked and sucked the delicious pussy with fervor. The dancer fucked the 18 year old girl’s face furiously and after reaching orgasm she told Betsy, “Good girl, I like you! I want to get to know you even better; after this set I will join you for a drink.”

The dancer did join them for a drink and they exchanged numbers. Before she had to go back on stage Latasha promised her that they would get together soon. They were watching the next stripper when a 31 year old Oriental woman approached their table. Latasha recognized her as one of the ladies from last week. The beautiful woman bowed and then slipped under the table.

There was little doubt what the woman was doing when Doris cried out, “Oh my God, that feels so fucking good! Yesssseee, please don’t stooppp!” Doris was so vocal that even in a place where public sex was the norm, heads turned and the women gave them a knowing look, everyone knew what was going on under the table. The lovely Chinese woman proceeded to service Latasha’s sopping black cunt and then Betsy’s excited pussy. When the woman emerged from under the table she was helped to her feet, offered a drink,thanked, and told that she was awesome.

Doris proclaimed, “I have had lots of men go down on me but none of them even came close to bringing me the pleasure that you just did. How can I ever thank you?”

The woman pointed to her friends in a booth and invited the girls to join them at a private party. They walked down the street a block to an up-scale hotel and the Oriental women led them to a suite where there was a party going-on. They entered to find a group of a dozen Oriental women, dancing, chatting, drinking and fondling each other. The women were served drinks and mingled with the other party goers.

A slender Chinese girl asked Doris to dance, she accepted and felt her pussy flood when the 19 year old girl lowered her hand’s to the white mom’s buttocks and squeezed her ass cheeks while kissing her ear and neck. An 18 year old girl got behind Doris and rubbed her ample body seductively against her back while fondling her breasts. The woman who not long ago thought that lesbian sex was disgusting found herself incredibly turned on by being the center of a sandwich with the two Oriental sex-kittens. When one of the girl’s whispered in her ear, “Please come to the bedroom with us, we want to taste you!” Doris did not hesitate for a second; she walked hand and hand with the two young girls to the bedroom.

The girls quickly stripped Doris naked and disrobed themselves. The blond was gently placed on her back on the queen sized bed. Kissing lips and flicking tongues explored ever inch of her inflamed body. She started screaming and pressing her pussy forward as two tongues entered her craving cavity at the same time. Her whole frame tingled as she reached a titillating orgasm. One of the girls lovingly nursed on the mother’s pink nipples while the other continued mouthing her juiced-up pussy. Doris orgasmed twice more before the girls came up for air.

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I can’t ever remember receiving pocket money. Both Mom and Dad firmly believed that there should always be an equitable exchange where money was concerned, so from a very early age we had to do small tasks around the house to earn any money that came our way – well, except for the occasional birthday gift of money when we got to those ages where it seemed impossible to find suitable presents.

When my brother and I got to our early teens, it was therefore a natural progression to start looking outside for small tasks that would bring us in some extra spending money. For my brother it was things like car washing or helping neighbors in their gardens, and for me it was baby sitting. It wasn’t that I particularly liked young kids, but I did seem to have a natural talent for looking after them, and it wasn’t long before word spread and I had more requests for help than I could actually cope with, and although the money was never that great, it did get better as I got older and was able to look after older children, and it certainly beat the only other realistic money making opportunity for girls in my area which was the local fast food outlet.

So all though my late teen years I managed to get in a couple of nights a week baby sitting and do my schoolwork at the same time. I met some really fascinating people, and saw some really crazy domestic situations too, and I guess that helped me to grow up with my eyes a little wider open than if I’d just had my rather conservative family as role models. I even baby sat for one couple that were on the fringes of the fashion industry, so I used to get to try on some really lovely clothes and learn a little about make up too.

They were a really sweet couple, in their late 40’s, but so focussed on their careers that sometimes I wondered why they’d bothered to have a child at all! especially such a belated one, but they did surprise me on my 18th birthday by having delivered some really lovely flowers and a sensational cocktail dress that they’d designed. I thought mom and dad would faint when I put it on and paraded around, it was in some kind of new material composite that really molded to every curve of my body – and by this time I had really developed some enticing curves – and was so tight over my breasts that I hadn’t been able to wear a bra with it, so my nipples really stood out.

Dad kind of frowned, and mom blushed, but neither actually said anything disapproving as they didn’t want to spoil my birthday, but I could see what they thought reflected in their eyes and in their somewhat tight expressions. It was left to my brother to boost me up again when he followed me down the corridor towards my room and said “Wow, Sis, I didn’t realize you had such fantastic tits!” Crude, I know and typical of him, but it did make me feel a little better, although I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get the opportunity to wear the outfit, I mean if I put that on to go out I knew my dad would freak. So, for the next couple of months it sat in my wardrobe, almost teasing me every time I opened it to get something, almost daring me to put it on, but I couldn’t risk it in the house just in case mom or dad wandered by.

Then I got a call to ask if I’d baby sit for a new couple that had moved in to a house that had been built a couple of streets away. They were only in their early 30’s but were work friends of the designer couple, who had recommended me to them. Even with the recommendation, they still wanted to interview me first, particularly as they would be going to an event that was going to last well into the night and I might be required to stay over, a situation that dad didn’t really like, so insisted on coming to the interview with me so he could check out their suitability too. At first, that embarrassed me, but then I realized that he was only being protective and caring, so I let him come along.

Jeremy and Francine turned out to be a delightful couple, charming, well educated, erudite and both quite beautiful in their own different ways, so I was enchanted with them straight away. Surprisingly, so was dad, especially when they commended him on his thoughtfulness in coming and checking them out – he did have the grace to blush at that! The end result was that all of us were satisfied, so made the arrangement for me to be at their house by 6pm on the Friday night. It was as I was thinking about the baby sitting job, and the fact that they were in the fashion industry too, that I got the sudden idea to pack my new dress in with my night attire.

I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I changed into it when I was there and walked around a bit just to get the feel of it, but I’d have to reassure them that I hadn’t organized to have a boyfriend over or anything, I decided to tell them the truth about mom and dad’s reaction and how I didn’t think I’d ever get to wear it out anywhere.

So, when I arrived at their house at 6pm on the Friday, and Francine had talked me through where everything was that I might need for young Jamie, I confided in her about trabzon escort the dress, and she laughed, telling me that her parents had been exactly the same, and when she’d actually gone into modeling and then the fashion industry they’d practically disowned her. I blushingly told her I could tell she was a model, she was so beautiful and sophisticated. She laughed lightly and gave a little curtsy, “Why thank you Felicity, it’s nice to know I haven’t lost it all together, but modeling is in the past, that’s for gorgeous young creatures like you” she said. I blushed furiously, and just at that moment, Jeremy walked in.

“Hey, what’s this about gorgeous young creatures?” he asked in a bantering tone.

Francine grinned, “Oh I was just telling Felicity that I’ve past the use by date for models, and it’s gorgeous creatures like her that turn the heads now”

Jeremy walked over and hugged her, “Nonsense!” he said, “You’ll never be past the use by date, and you’ll always turn heads, because you’re absolutely beautiful.”

I thought that was the most fantastic thing I’d ever heard a husband tell his wife, and I could see that Francine was pleased too, then he turned to me and quickly looked me up and down, causing me to flush slightly, “But at the same time, I have to agree with Francine, you certainly are a gorgeous young creature and you’ll be turning people’s head for many years to come.” He said, and I really did blush furiously. Then Francine told him about the dress, and his eyes lit up, “Oh, one of Mavis and John’s designs, I wouldn’t mind seeing that myself, they do some super gear” he said, then looked at Francine and looked at his watch, “Do we have time for Felicity to put it on now so we can see it?”

Francine grinned, “Oh yes plenty of time, I’m dying to see it too, why don’t you go and slip it on in the spare room while we make ourselves a last minute drink” she said, and I didn’t really seem to have much of a choice, so I picked up my bag from the lounge and moved into the spare room and started to quickly change, a mixture of fear and excitement running through me. It was only when I finished and glanced into the mirror that I had sudden reservations, for some reason my nipples seemed to be harder and bigger than ever before and were really standing out. But I wasn’t given the time to change my mind as Francine called out and asked me if I was ready, so I took a deep breath and walked tentatively out into the lounge room, to be greeted by a low whistle, not just from Jeremy, but from Francine too.

Then they were both talking at once, commenting on the material, the color, the cut, the shaping, everything it seemed except the person that was in it. Then they asked me to move around, and I started to feel like a model on a catwalk, walking and turning to yet more chatter about the dress itself, I almost lost awareness of where I was. Then they asked me to bend at the knees so they could see how the material rode on my hips and buttocks, then lean forward at the waist to see how it held and firmed my breasts, and I did all those things totally unaware of exactly how much of myself I was showing, totally unconcerned at their references to my buttocks and breasts until Francine came over to make a point to Jeremy and actually cupped her hands under my breast and squeezed slightly, almost popping it out, “See how wonderfully this new material moves with the body” she said, “We really must ask Mavis and John if we can use it with some of our designs. Can you lean forward a little more Felicity?” she asked.

Automatically I did so, and her hands seemed to pull back slightly on the material and her finger brush against my hard nipple, causing me to shiver slightly and smother a gasp, I mean I didn’t want to make a fool of myself while these two professionals were treating me as a model. I glanced up and was stunned to see Jeremy grinning and staring right down the cleavage of the dress at my ripe breasts, and heat suddenly exploded through me, not helped by Francine’s hand which seemed to be moving in a slight caressing motion on my breasts and nipple, making it stiffen even further. But I knew I was just imagining it, after all, they were talking about the dress, not about me. Then Francine moved away and I straightened up, and once again they were talking trade talk about cuts and materials, and I knew for certain that I had only imagined things.

A moment later Jeremy let out a gasp as he glanced at the clock, “My god, we have to hurry, we certainly can’t be late for this event, it’s too important for the future of the company,” then he moved over and lightly brushed his lips against my cheeks, “Bye Felicity, you would really make a great model,” he said.

Francine had dashed out and grabbed her coat and handbag and came rushing back in and also kissed me lightly on the cheeks, “You know where everything is, help yourself to anything you want and let’s hope Jamie sleeps right through, Bye” she said, and then they were gone.

Wow! trabzon escort bayan I slumped on the couch amazed, excited and a little scared about what had just happened, even though I knew it was all just my imagination, my own reaction to Jeremy staring at my breasts and Francine touching them had really shocked me. I glanced down and again sucked in my breath at the sight of my firm breasts and my rock hard nipples, and I giggled, some model I’d make, I thought, first parade and I’m hot and horny from being looked at, what if I was having to model some of those outfits that showed almost everything? a shiver ran through me and my right hand automatically came up and cupped my breast. My eyes closed and my fingers momentarily brushed over my nipple, sending a huge shudder through me, and I squirmed on the couch, remembering how Francine’s hand had felt.

Damn I mustn’t think like that. I quickly took my hand away and stood up and walked around, trying to pretend I was on the catwalk once again, then I walked back to the spare room and posed and postured in front of the mirror. Trying to remember the way they’d told me to walk. Letting my buttocks swivel and sway and standing very straight so my breasts were uplifted. Then I leaned forward in front of the mirror and finally gasped aloud as I found myself staring not just at my cleavage, or even the slopes of my breasts, but all the way down to my hard, thrusting nipples.

With mounting trepidation I lifted my hand and tried to place it where Francine had placed hers and moved it back the way she had, and my eyes flew wide at the result. In tightening the side where her hand was, she effectively loosened the other side so that it gaped slightly, and everything was revealed! the whole of my breast and the whole of my nipple, god, no wonder Jeremy was grinning and staring! another huge shudder ran through me, and with a sense of shock I realized I wasn’t angry over what had happened, I was incredibly excited, Jeremy had been staring at my naked breast and had obviously loved it! I chuckled suddenly, reminded of my brother’s rather crude comment, well someone else obviously though I had ‘fantastic tits’ too!

My reverie was suddenly interrupted by a cry from down the hall, and I was immediately brought back to an awareness of why I was really there. I hurried down the corridor and found Jamie sitting up in bed crying, so took him in my arms and rocked him gently. Two hours and many soothing stories later and Jamie was finally fast asleep once again and I walked slowly back to the spare room feeling very tired. I eased myself out of the special dress, allowing myself just a brief moment of sadness at the thought that I might not get to wear it again for a long time, then slipped back into my original clothes and walked into the lounge to put on the TV and fetch myself a drink and some munchies. Settling down into the cushions on the couch and flicking from channel to channel trying to find something worth watching, but tiredness soon took over and I feel asleep, the TV still softly murmuring in the back ground.

It only seemed I’d been asleep for a moment, when the door seemed to burst open and a rather loudly laughing and crooning Jeremy almost fell through, only prevented from doing so by the steadying arm of Francine. I jumped up from the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and I guess looking a little startled, “It’s okay,” said Francine, “Jeremy’s had one or two too many as usual and made a fool of himself, can you help me with him?”

I hurried over and grabbed Jeremy’s other arm and was surprised by how little he was able to move on his own as Francine and I walked him across the room and down the corridor to their bedroom, where he flopped straight onto the bed. “It’s ok now” said Francine, “I can handle it from here, perhaps you could make me a hot drink, I think I need one”

I walked back to the lounge, then into the kitchen and prepared a nice hot coffee. Hoping that was what she had in mind. She arrived just as I was pouring the hot water. “Mmm that sure smells good, and boy, do I need it!” she said.

I happened to glance at the clock and was surprised to see it was barely after midnight, and she caught my glance, “Oh yes, I know we’re back early, that damn husband of mine still doesn’t know how to hold his drinks, and once he gets to that singing stage I just have to get him away before he wrecks any chance we have to impress in the fashion industry, oh, how was Jamie, not too much of a bother I hope?”

I told her about his waking and crying and how long it took me to get him back to sleep, and she grinned wryly, “Guess we’ve both had an evening we could have done without” she said, ” What we need is something to brighten us both up – and she grinned – why don’t you go and put on that fabulous dress again, you know you like parading in it, and I could show you how a model really shows the dress off to perfection, and we’ll soon forget the problems of the evening”

I only hesitated escort trabzon a moment, the thought of wearing the dress, of being taught how to be a model, was just too overwhelming, so with a nervous laugh I danced off to the spare room and put the dress on once again. When I returned, Francine was in the lounge room sitting cross legged on the couch, clutching her coffee cup, there was no low whistle this time, but her eyes were on me from the moment I walked in, and she gestured for me to walk up and down in front of her, giving me little tips as I went.

Once again, the straightening of the shoulders and back to enhance the bust line, the extra wiggle of the buttocks at each turn, the need to smile constantly and occasionally throw my head back so my hair bounced around my shoulders and my breasts. Then she placed her empty cup on the side table and rose up from the couch to walk around me at close quarters, humming and nodding every now and again. “The only problem with this particular material” she said “is that it needs to be constantly smooth, with no protrusions, now I see you’ve been sensible enough not to wear a bra, but unfortunately the panties create quite a line and spoils the total effect, why don’t you slip them off and see if you can see the difference”

I gulped, looking sharply at the door to the corridor, and she laughed, “Oh don’t worry about Jeremy, he’s out for the count for the rest of the night”

I felt myself flushing, and realized that I was acting like a child when I really wanted to be seen as a sophisticated woman, so just turning away slightly from Francine for modesty sake, I lifted up the hem of the dress, quickly peeled my panties down and tossed them onto the chair and let the dress drop down again, feeling the heat suddenly start to flow through my body. When I glanced over at Francine I could see that she was slightly flushed too, her eyes still lying on my discarded panties, and her tongue wiping across her lips. Then she shook her head, and turned to look at me, her eyes sweeping up and down my body, much as Jeremy’s had done the first time, in fact, it gave me the same feeling of heat and excitement. She grinned and walked around me once again, “Mmmm that’s so much better” she sighed, “such perfect lines now” and she reached out and brushed her hand across the material stretched over my tight buttocks, “Can you feel the difference? the new sense of freedom?, the new feeling of sensuality?” she asked, her hands still lightly caressing my buttocks.

“Yes” I whispered hoarsely, not entirely sure I should be enjoying the feeling of her hands on my buttocks the way I was, I even found myself bending slightly as if to press my ass cheeks more into her hands, and I think she detected it, as she moved around behind me and placed both hands on my buttocks, gently stroking and caressing, and I seemed to be holding my breath.

Then she moved closer and her hands slid around over my hips and up my stomach to lightly cup my breasts. “Mmmm, you are indeed a glorious creature!” she whispered, “Such a perfect, firm young body, just like I had when I was modeling!”

“But you’re still incredibly beautiful and have a fantastic body!” I whispered back.

“Well I do try to keep in shape,” she said quietly as if to herself, “And I do appreciate a beautiful body, mine or anyone elses…”

She was still lightly caressing my breasts and rubbing against my stiffened nipples and I was trying not to cry out with the sensations that were running through me, but when she took one nipple between her fingers and lightly squeezed it, I couldn’t hold back the moan, or the shudder, and that seemed to wake her from her reverie, “Oh, I’m sorry, Felicity, I didn’t mean to hurt you”, she stammered, and she let go and moved around the front, “Can you forgive me?, it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen anyone as beautiful and sexy as you, I guess I got carried away”

I quickly reached out and grabbed her hands, not wanting her to feel upset, “It’s OK, Francine, really, I was just….you know…surprised”

She stared at me, a slightly confused and contrite look on her face, “Are you sure, I mean, I’d hate to offend you” she whispered.

I gave her a slightly tremulous smile, still feeling all that incredible heat flowing through me, still feeling the impressions of her hands on my breasts, “Of course, I’m sure, and I’m not offended, honest, in fact…” my voice tailed off and my eyes and head dropped down.

She let go of my hands and lifted hers to my chin and raised my head so we were staring into each other’s eyes, “Oh Felicity, do you mean…um…do you mean… you liked it?”

I knew I was flushing, I could feel it racing over my face, but her hands didn’t let me look away, and I stared silently into her eyes for what seemed an age, Then she smiled and gently caressed my cheeks, “You don’t have to say it” she whispered, “I can see it in your eyes” and she drew my head forward and kissed me gently on the lips, and as she did so her hands again slipped down and cupped my breasts, and I moaned into her mouth. Her tongue slid forward and invaded my mouth and my own tongue eagerly came to meet it and dance with it, even though I had never kissed like this before, and certainly not with another woman.

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That last was the first night he and she actually slept together in the same bed.

Little did she know that it was to be a long time before she’d spend an entire night alone. Though most nights he couldn’t or didn’t sleep over, every night after sleep came on also came a smaller presence; A smaller presence that would creep to her bed and climb into the covers. Lynette stayed home most nights, now a days, or came home from her boyfriend’s by 12 or 1 AM. Those latter nights she crept almost straight into bed in her friend’s room. She had found a new taste within her now that she’d never thought of before, and she was drawn to explore. For that she used her friend’s bed, her friend’s body, on any night that she could find her home and asleep. She used her friend’s deep sleep state to experiment again and again. She used the ample gifts in the next bedroom – the accommodating vagina, and generous, responsive breasts – to find out what it was about another woman’s body she could appreciate. After exciting herself some nights and comforting herself on others, or whenever she found she had the apartment to herself, Lynette sought the comfort of her training with the stolen sex toy. Another thing she was experimenting with to try to find some explanation; why was she so desirous of a bigger pussy? Why did she want so badly to train her twat to expansion? She found her boyfriend satisfying, but still… and her boyfriend, in how she had acquired him, had been an area of shame for her. She wondered, then, if she’d only been interested in him because he’d been forbidden fruits, OPP. So what was his interest; a tight pussy and a hard suck?

Some nights Lynette would think of this while toying herself or right after and she thought of other things on the way to sleep. Why were they like this? What was going on with them? Had she fucked her friend over? Again? And had that put some desperation into her friend’s quest for self-esteem? Were they, like, little sluts? And had she done that, unwittingly, to her roomie? Thoughts like that were part of why she was so set on keeping her roomie’s lover coming around. If she could keep that situation glued together maybe she could turn her friend back to solitary, stable relationships – even if her own vagina had to offer up the resin that would keep him stuck there. Lynette decided that, aside from wanting a piece of his action for herself, her desperation to keep him screwing girly next door made her feel atoned for having hurt her.

Her own ministrations on herself led her to another layer of shame within about two weeks.

One night she climbed into bed with her friend, the amazing sleeper, and began her almost-nightly explorations looking to advance on the peak of activity she’d reached the night before. That previous night she’d really pushed the envelope when she found that sleeping beauty would instinctively kiss and she marmaris escort shared a few soft frenches. During this night’s explorations she decided to put that ability to another use. During her creepings Lynette worked her friend’s body until she was lubricated and physically ready and did the same for herself, then she nimbly crouched near her roomie’s face, exposing her naked vagina. Her outer labia still were quite tight over her own flushed inner openings – they never seemed able to close over the rest of her pussy when she really got going. He friend’s seductively parted lips moved to suckle the presented clitoris. It was all so cute, she just had to see how long she could do this; how long she could take it and how long she could make it last before the deep sleeper was awakened.

Getting wet fingering herself and her friend she was sure she had some hint of fragrance, but she was confident in girly’s ability to sleep, although she’d seen that her friend could be awakened by some circumstances. As she lowered she accidentally nicked her friend on the nose. A hand came up and waved an imaginary fly away. The attached arm was colied around Lynette’s ankle and now she was obviously captured. As the hand settled across he chest the oblivious owner’s form was left face still upturned and mouth pouting upward, ready for Lynette’s intentions. Fearing that she’d pushed too hard the latter hovered some time; one minute, two. Her leg shook from holding her three-pointed balance without moving. Feeling a shameful creep didn’t really deter her and she pressed on with her questionable experiment. She again lowered her crotch slowly to her friend’s lips and realized she’d lost her moisture in her nervousness. That didn’t much matter, what played on her mind was an eeking little voice that held that this was naughty – that she was being a bit of a bad girl. Still, she pressed on.

Gently she placed her lips to her friend’s in what she hoped was the barest caress. She rocked her hips the tiniest bit one way, then another, to try and part that sleeping pout. She was greeted by the faintest ‘smack’ of a kiss and she stopped. Now, she’d been right, what next. She had to shift her weight on to her bed side foot and back and was touched with another, slightly firmer kiss. That one registered on her clitoris and she felt a little flush of blood to her face. Another wet ‘smack’ came and another, and Lynette, curiosity sated, had to deal with another dawning hunger. Her juices crept just a little from inside and she now wanted more of these. And more. A wonderment crossed her mind about why her friend, even asleep, would kiss her cunny, and she thought ‘Maybe we women all do have a little bisexual streak.’ It did feel sooo so good. Things increased when a sleepy head roll brought a chin to the labia and a probing tongue tapped another internal spot.

Lynette felt a flush elsewhere now marmaris escort bayan and her freakishly tight vaginal fold relaxed as the lips engorged with soft excitement “Ohh,” softly escaped her mouth as this had never happened like this before. Her pussy was softly welcoming this. For the first time her firm pussy felt soft, yielding, and it purred of an excitement that felt warm, not hot. The soft tongue quested forward twice more lapping along to her clitoris, which made her shiver, and then went gently down to her hole. She let her weight down a bit more. The warm soft french kiss that followed flowed inside. Folding and rolling softly the licking, probing tongue brought her to rock her hips a bit. The movement of the vaginal frenching continued to her clit and back three times and then she was brought to a sudden min-climax, and Lynette had to stop herself from pressing down and burying the sleeping girl’s face in warm wet folds. Another smacking kiss could be heard, gently as she moved herself off.

Lynette was dogged tired and needed direly to sleep herself. She went to move herself to bed, but found herself restricted. Her ankle was caught between her roommate’s elbow and a breast. “Ugh” She rolled her eyes and pulled, and again. Resistance. Again, and her leg popped free making her stumble two steps before she pranced out of the room. Little did she know, in her tired state she couldn’t make much sense out of it, what she left behind. Her panties lay in the bed, and he sock was still caught up in her friend’s elbow. When she got back to her room the little nymph worked to satisfy herself with her friend’s vibrator, and again worked a bit to push her width, but she noticed there was none of the relaxed feeling that had comforted her pussy a few minutes before. There was definitely something to the excitement a woman’s touch lent to the situation. Soon after her orgasm, however, she had to call off her fight against sleep.

The next night she kept her ministrations to simply touching the hard sleeper’s pussy until she rolled and then licking out the juices she’d created. When her roommate mumbled something Lynette retreated immediately to her own room. She knew she’d pushed it too far the night before and she wanted to do more, but had to slow down lest she be caught in her own craziness.

She slinked back off to bed alone and warmed up the vibrator to work her hole. Even with that she only brought herself to a small orgasm, the kind that usually comes on the way to bigger and better things. An even bigger wave of drowsiness overtook her and so she lay down the vibrator and her small frame drifted off to sleep alone in her big, big bed.

An unknown time later something brought her out of sleep. She’d slept with a dim light on and now, above her, a dark head and shoulders loomed with long black hair forming a cowl.

“So what a thieving little bitch.” escort marmaris The shape said and now the shadow’s weight settled down across Lynette’s thighs. “Guess what I’ve been looking for for over a week.” Lynette’s vision cleared a bit more and she could see straddling her legs was her roommate in her panties and a large hockey jersey holding up, of all things, her long misallayed vibrating penis.

“Uh, oh”

“And where was this?” she asked feigning a curious lilt. “Oh, it was here laying between your legs, still pointing at your effing snatch.” She pointed down at Lynette’s accused crotch with the dildo.

” I… I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’ll have to better than that. I think we need to talk about taking what I’ve got. Again. You know, I sat aside and I think I’ve let this stuff go on long enough.”

“No, no, I’m sorry I just, ohhh!” She felt her cheeks go hot and was quite mad at herself.

“Well maybe save it! I don’t want to hear it right now.” She leaned forward and with one hand tightly held Lynette’s cheeks. With the other hand – well that hand disappeared from view with the vibrator. A moment later the vibe hummed to life. Her face came close to Lynette’s who suddenly wished she could get up, but was still pinned by superior weight and positioning across her thighs. A rough kiss found its way to Lynette’s mouth as the hand was removed, but new things were happening below. The vibe had come in contact with her naked and just slightly spread crotch and gently caressed her labia. Then with the angry roommate’s other hand something new was introduced. She rose up straight and pressed the vibrator up to Lynette’s tight, scared little hole. Something else was there, too. As she noticed that the vibrator was pressed in and parted her hole – not far in, and she felt firm fingers, too. The vibe was pushed out and back in a little again. The fingers remained holding something and then the vibrator came back again, press once, fingers moved, pressed again. Yes, it could feel good, but still not knowing what was up Lynette felt she dare not give on to that.

“There,” she said cutting off the buzz and getting up. “this is mine…” she teasingly waved the object next to a big cheesy grin, “and those are yours.” now pointing with the dildo to Lynette’s odd feeling snatch. She walked pertly out of the room and immediately the sound of running water could be heard. Trying to get up there was still something, something odd feeling… in there. She sat up and looked down. Some things clothy were there hanging out of her pussy. She tugged, tugged, tugged and out rolled her one sock and pair of panties. From the other bed! She was caught! Now her roommate appeared again in the doorway.

“Oh,” she added toweling her dildo affectionately, “You found them. It looks to me like someone’s got to make some atonement for some… bad habits. Don’t you think?” This last lingered in an almost teasing tone. She gave the dildo a little kiss and smiled wickedly as she left the doorway. Her voice called back from the hallway, “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something!”

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Ailis Fionn Graham of Sutton, Ali for short, had been given by her parents to their landlord, his Lordship, the Ninth Duke of Sutton, one of the wealthiest land owners in the county, in exchange for their farm. She didn’t mind. She was old enough to be out of the family home, and the money and land her family gained meant they wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore, and her brothers could have an education.

She was well read enough, having spent the better portion of your young years reading from her benefactor’s library when she wasn’t helping her mother. She had lead a very sheltered life though and at 19 had never even lain with a man or kissed a boy. She had been told by her Lordship that this fact, in addition to her rare beauty, was why he had been willing to pay so much for her to her parents.

Her lack of lineage worked wildly in his favor as he neither had to explain himself nor marry her. He planned to take care of her for her lifetime however, and was quite fond of her, having watched her, from a paternal and landlord position, grow from a little girl into a stunning young woman. Her visits to his chateau had been regular for her reading materials, and he made sure that she always had access to the books for he saw no reason she should not enjoy some education in her life.

Their age was not so very far apart at he being 15 years her senior, and they had been fairly good friends all her life, so Ali was actually pleased that her family had been able to secure such a beneficial agreement for them all. She was unsure as yet what her position in the household was to be, but she was sure she could manage well no matter what as her mother had trained her well in the ways of cooking and cleaning, knowing that her future would entail some sort of work.

This being her mindset, she was taken aback when, upon her arrival at the chateau, she was taken not to the servant’s quarters, but to a modest little cottage on the back acreage of the property. Set into the side of a mountain, with a lovely running stream beside it, the cottage was something from her dreams. She looked quizzically at the driver Duncan, who also knew her very well, and he said, “Aye lass, that’d be your new home.”

The cottage was made of stone, with a small herb garden and flowers in front of it. A larger patch of land stood off to the left, and was already tilled for a vegetable garden, and a well sat off to the rear of that, almost against the mountainside. Duncan stepped down from the coach and helped Ali with her bags. When they walked in the front door, she saw a large stone fireplace that took up almost the entire interior wall of the room she was in. She also saw that the entire house was made of stone, not just the outside. The floors were of stone, but of a much smoother kind, and were washed clean with warm wool and fur rugs scattered about. There was a small fire burning, and when she looked she could see through to the next room where there was a kitchen that shared the hearth.

To the right of the entrance was a sitting room and a small flight of stairs which Duncan was climbing and told her to follow. The stairs opened out into the entire top floor of the cottage which was a large and well furnished, charming bedroom, with another fireplace set into the stone on the mountain side of the room.

Duncan then took her back downstairs and through the kitchen, out a rear pantry door inside the house, and into a root and wine cellar that had been carved right out of the side of the mountain. The floor was wide plank wood and the walls were stone as well.

Ali was in awe of her surroundings. bursa evi olan escort Her parent’s farmhouse was not as grand and cozy as this her little cottage in the mountains, and she could barely contain her glee at the prospect of living here for all her days.

Duncan told her that she would be visited that afternoon by his Lordship, who would bring a lady’s maid to her tonight, and on certain occasions to help her when necessary. Ali was confused and not sure why she would need a ladies maid to prepare, but she was so caught up in the joy of her new situation that she never thought to ask. Duncan left closing the door quietly behind him and telling her she should expect his Lordship the Duke in one hour.

She set to unpacking and settling her belongings into her new home and whiled away the hour faster than any she had ever remembered.

At 4pm precisely, his Lordship Blake Macleod, the Ninth Duke of Sutton presented himself formally to Ailis Fionn Graham. Following close behind his Lordship was a young girl. Although older than Ali by a bit, and much larger boned, she was stern looking but very pretty, and she smiled at Ali genuinely. Ali assumed this girl was to be her maid, and liked her instantly, smiling in return.

Ali curtsied deeply to his Lordship in greeting, as was usual.

Macleod looked at her and said, “Welcome cairn, to your new home. I hope you like it, and it will meet all of your needs adequately.”

He sat down and gestured that she do the same before he continued, “This is Lara, your ladies maid. She will attend you periodically as I feel you likely have no need of a maid consistently.”

Ali nodded to Lara, who nodded back, and then disappeared into the kitchen and the root cellar. Ali forgot about her and looked at the Duke, giving him her full attention, “I am very happy your Lordship. I could not have imagined something so lovely for me.”

The Duke smiled at her warmly before continuing, “I’m glad you are comfortable Ali. We have known one another for a long time, and I consider you a good friend. I was happy that I was in a place to be able to offer your father so much in return for your placement here, as I had been basing my future on just such an arrangement between you and I.”

When she looked confused he continued, “Don’t worry Ali, everything will become very clear soon, and I know that you and I will get along famously for many years to come.”

He stood up and said, “Now, you will meet with Lara for awhile next, and she will take very good care of you peata, though I have told her that she is limited in what she can answer, she will be able to at least give you some idea of what will be expected of you in your new life here.”

He walked over to where she stood and kissed her on the top of her head, “I will see you soon.”

And then he was gone, leaving her to search for her new ladies maid in the house herself.

She didn’t need to search long, as Lara was in the kitchen filling a very large tub with boiling hot water. On the table were various tools and implements, some of them familiar to Ali, some of them not. She knew that the bath however, was for her and was greatly relieved at the chance to bathe herself.

Lara looked her up and down and smiled, “Yes, I can see why he is interested,” she muttered. “Though why he isn’t occupying himself with someone older and wiser is beyond me. Ah well, tis not for me to dwell on, come, let me look at you.”

And with that Lara began to help Ali disrobe from her dress. She wore only a thin muslin shift beneath it and went to get into altıparmak escort the steamy inviting waters still wearing it out of modesty, but Lara stopped her gently.

“Oh no lass, we remove all of our clothing to bathe here. You’ll only keep the dirt in the clothing on your skin otherwise. Off with it, that’s it,” as she helped her pull the thin material over her head.

Ali was shivering, and covering herself, as she had never been naked in front of anyone, much less a strange woman. But Lara was firm, though gentle, and said, “Well lass, you’ll need to get used to it I’ll have to tell you, bloody shame no one thought to tell you what you were in for is all I can say. Come, get in the water, we’ve lots to do.”

Ali was perplexed by all of the secretive talk, but she was so grateful for the bath that she forgot about her modesty and sank fully into the waters, dunking her head easily underneath to get her long dark hair good and wet for washing. Lara wasted no time even though a large fire blazed in the giant hearth and the room and water were completely toasty warm, leaving Ali wondering what her hurry was.

She was very attentive but diligently scrubbed away at Ali’s hair and body with wonderful smelling exotic soap as though she were on a schedule. When Ali was completely clean, Lara told her they were not done and that the next part might be difficult for her but it must be done. She told Ali that she was to be shaved in her intimate areas, completely.

Ali sucked in her breath and her eyes grew wide as she carefully asked, “But why?”

Lara looked at her not without compassion, but with little patience for questions, and replied, “Because that is what his Lordship has requested, and what his Lordship wants, his Lordship certainly gets.” The latter being said with no animosity, for Lara truly respected and liked her employer, though this was the first time she had ever been given such a duty for him. Most of the time, it was a one time affair, and Lara would clean the waifs up, they would do their duty, and off they would go back home slightly richer and none the worse for the wear.

Ali was to be different though, she would reside here and eliminate the need for his having to travel elsewhere. If she were inclined, she might even find that she truly enjoyed the life and the benefits that went with it. Though, if she were not, it wouldn’t really matter as this was to be her life, lock, stock and barrel.

Lara continued with the preparations, instructing Ali to sit at the edge of the tub, where a stool had been placed, and wrap her shoulders in the cloth while placing her legs on either side of the tub. Ali hesitated and blushed profusely, but acquiesced to Lara’s instructions.

“There’s a good girl,” she cooed. “It won’t hurt even a bit, might even feel nice to you, and it will be over before you know it.”

With that Lara lathered up the area between Ailis’ thighs and began to shave the girl’s thick pubic hair away, dipping the razor into the water with each stroke and being very careful near her lips not to cut her in any way. When she was done, she told her to stand in the water and bend over until her chest rested on the same stool. Ailis was visibly shaking, but did as she was told. The shaving sensation had done something to her insides and she felt very wobbly. She also felt a strange moisture between her thighs that was not water.

When she was fully bent over, Lara parted the cheeks of her bottom by way of inspection almost, and continued to the area she had just shaved and went over it again, making sure she didn’t miss anything, opening Ailis’ small, firm, lips and making sure they too were free of all hair.

She noted the girl’s moisture and smiled secretly, knowing that part of her task was to fully prepare her young charge, and grew excited herself at the prospect of sliding her tongue through this beauty’s tight hairless slit.

“There is one more task I must perform, and I dare say you will not enjoy this one, but it will be done none-the-less, as it is both good for you, and a way to keep very clean,” said Lara as she picked up a sheepskin bag with a 5 inch long, thin, tapered attachment on the end of it. “His Lordship has installed an indoor outhouse here off the root cellar that you will use instead of one out of doors. The plumbing and drainage is good, but there is no running water. Hence our need to use the indoor tub.”

“This is very warm, and you will need to hold it in for a bit,” Lara said. “Please remain still and it will take less time and be less uncomfortable overall for you. In time, you will get used to these. In fact, you might even begin to like them as they do provide you with a feeling of being very clean and light.”

Ailis was nearly terrified with dread at what was about to happen next. She could not imagine what Lara was talking about, but found out soon enough when she felt Lara opening her cheeks again, and then a feeling of something warm and slippery, and pressure, terrible pressure against her bottom.

“Oh please miss, not there, you’re hurting me now, please stop,” Ailis asked, her breathing becoming shallow.

“Now now Ali,” Lara scolded a bit, “It won’t hurt, it’s just different and uncomfortable a bit at first. Just breathe deeply and slowly, and try to relax. We must finish this, and you have made it this far, you can do this next part easily. It’s only the first time it’s this much discomfort, I promise.”

Lara had been pushing the nozzle slowly into Ali’s rear while she was talking to the girl to try to distract her. Ali was moaning uncomfortably and asking her to please stop the whole time, but Lara had to finish the preparations and would not be persuaded.

“Ow, oh, please Lara, oh, it’s pulling on my insides so much,” Ali cried.

“It’s okay pet,” Lara assured her, “the nozzle is all the way in now so it won’t pull anymore. I am going to start squeezing the bag now though and you will feel warmth inside of you. It’s warm water Ali, that is all, but I will need to massage your belly as I do this to make sure it gets well inside you and cleans you out completely.”

Ali could not believe it could get any worse and focused on her breathing instead of the growing wetness between her thighs, while the older girl began to squeeze the bag whose nozzle was now lodged quite deeply, fully, and firmly into Ali’s tight rectum. Lara’s hand worked on the girl’s firm abdomen, kneading the skin and muscles, while Ailis struggled to remain in her position as her legs began to shake.

“That’s it pet,” Lara comforted as she continued to gently squeeze the bag and knead Ali’s growing belly, “You’re doing wonderfully. We’re almost there.”

Ailis was nearly crying from the discomfort now, but held her composure as the older girl told her that she was done and going to remove the nozzle now. “You must tighten your muscles though and hold the water in,” she instructed.

It felt like it would never be out of her, but finally the thin nozzle left her anus and Ailis tightened her muscles as Lara had told her. She immediately felt the water and cramped a bit, but breathed through it in order to stand and get out of the tub.

Lara wrapped her in several cloths and lead her through the passage into the root cellar and showed her the door where the indoor outhouse was located, and told her to empty out completely and then come back to the kitchen.

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“I have to go,” Alexis whispered in my ear as her vagina slowly ceased its spasms on my fingers and her tongue ran lightly up my neck. My other hand was cupping one of her large breasts and I was slowly running my thumb over her nipple.

“I have an on-line class in less than an hour,” she explained before she kissed me and ran her tongue to my ear. Alexis slowly pulled back away from my fingers in her pussy before picking up the robe I had loaned her earlier and tying it around her.

I was sitting in my salon chair still naked when she bent in to kiss me again and whisper, “I loved licking your pussy and loved your juice all over my face. I really like this job and really like you…….I just hope I didn’t scare you off.”

And she left my ‘salon’, locking the door behind her.

I spent the rest of the day and evening working on the household books…interrupted frequently by the visions of Alexis with her face between my legs as her delightful tongue licked my pussy lips and her lips gently sucking my clit.

Scare me off? I’d never experienced such a wet hot tongue gliding over my pussy from someone who really enjoyed licking it; I couldn’t wait to get her tongue back in my pussy and I was even considering how I would love to replace my fingers with my tongue as it pumped her pussy.

Alexis had a private room in our house, but usually only slept there if we had a late evening social event; most nights she went to her own apartment since she was studying to get her RN license and needed the study time and computer.

I spent most of that night tossing and turning as the visions of her delightful tongue running over my entire body kept running through my mind.

The next morning I was at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and nibbling on toast, when Alexis rushed in and took a seat at the table.

“Sorry I’m a couple minutes late,” she said as she composed herself. “The online discussion seemed to last forever and it was midnight before I got off the computer.”

She looked at me shyly.

“I think the Jose shots might have gotten to me.” Alexis said, looking down at her plate. “I’m sorry if I did anything to offend you or ruin our friendship.”

I rose from my chair and approached her. I ran my fingers through her long hair before I placed my hand under her chin to raise her lips to mine as I softly kissed her. I ran my tongue over her lips and spoke quietly.

“You were wonderful. Your tongue made me so hot, I played with myself all night, imagining you licking my pussy and ass.”

Alexis gently kissed me back and then looked up into my eyes.

“I’ve been fantasizing about making love to you for months. I didn’t scare you? I didn’t know if I was a lesbian when I found how much I liked licking my ex-husband’s lover…….and then I was really wondering about it after spending so much time fantasizing about you, Michelle.”

“Then, when it finally happened yesterday, I wasn’t worried about the label or if I was a lesbian or not, I just know I loved kissing you and sucking your nipples…….and running my tongue over your pussy.”

“I didn’t want to stop.” She murmured.

Demurely, Alexis reached up to the neck line of my robe, her fingers lightly touching my skin as she ran her hand up my neck and then down the long collar of my robe. Slowly she reached her and inside the collar and she slid my robe softly over my shoulder and opened it just enough to reveal my breast. She looked up at my face as she bent in to lightly place her lips over my nipple. I gasped at the same time I arched my back and pushed my nipple into her mouth as her tongue flicked it over and over again before her lips circled it and sucked wetly. My pussy was tingling when suddenly I heard a door slam from the kitchen.

I pulled myself away and barely covered myself just as the kitchen maid breezed into the room.

“I have fresh frozen strawberries for your breakfast, Madam.”

Mally, I thought was her name, glanced at me standing so close to Alexis, but didn’t say anything as she set the bowl of strawberries on the table and left the room.

I picked up a strawberry and bit into it.

“We have to be a little discreet.” I said. “I don’t want the staff creating rumors- true or not.”

I pulled Alexis’s Old Navy tank top down below one breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I reached down her top to expose one of her full breasts and cupped in my hand before I swirled the other half of the cold strawberry around her nipple.

“Oh fucking my,” she gasped at the cold touch of the near frozen strawberry as I coated her nipple with the cold fruit making it red with juice as her nipple jumped to rock hard in a second. I bent down to run my tongue slowly over and around her nipple.

“Mmmm” I said as my lips sucked at her strawberry coated nipple. Breathing hard and fast, Alexis cupped her large round breast and pushed her hard nipple into my mouth.

I heard a door from the kitchen and pulled Alexis’s tank zonguldak escort top back over her breast just before Mally entered the room.

“Shall I clear the table, mam?” she said while glancing at the looks between Alexis and me.

“Yes, dear,” I said, “but I’ll take the strawberries to my salon….they are very tasty and don’t want to waste them.”

“Yes, Mum” the cute young gal shot a strange look at us both as she left the room.

“What do you suppose that look was about?” I asked Alexis as the door shut behind her.

“I don’t know,” said Alexis. “But I think you’re right about being discreet…there are eyes all around here.”

“Let’s go for a quick swim before we go to my salon and discuss today’s schedule,” I replied. “It seems to me that I had a busy day lined up for today.”

We cut through my salon and I placed the bowl of strawberries in the dorm frig under the counter in my salon that I usually keep my mineral water in and headed through the patio doors to the cabanas. We changed into our suits, dove into the pool and did a few laps before coming to rest at the edge of the pool. Her breasts were so appealing, swelling over her swim top, barely covering her nipples and I wanted to reach my hand inside and roll her nipples between my fingers. Alexis saw me gazing at her breasts and smiled.

“I want you to touch them, too.” She said quietly as though reading my mind. “But the house surrounds the pool and there are LOTS of windows; they may see us but we can’t see them.”

I sighed. “You’re right. So let’s go in.”

We changed in the cabanas and came back into my salon; me in my robe and Alexis in a fresh black uniform. As I sat in my salon chair Alexis checked my calendar.

“Boy, Michelle, you were right about your schedule today. We have to be at the public library in less than two hours to help launch the new computer programs John donated, and you have an afternoon tea with the historical society.

“I have to be home by 4 for an online class and a then attend a mandatory lecture at the college at 5:30 that lasts until 8 pm….but I can be back later tonight and stay in my room here so we can have an early start tomorrow…….looks like tomorrow is pretty open.”

I was disappointed, knowing that our exploration of each other was on hold until at least tomorrow-I didn’t dare visit her room at night since it was so close to the rooms of the other full-time staff.

“Alexis,” I started hesitantly, “do you remember how you giggled at the thought of being in a French maid’s uniform when I first asked you about wearing a uniform?”

“Yes…?” she replied.

“Well, I’ve been having this fantasy of you in that uniform-with no panties and your breasts just barely covered.” I blushed. “If I got something like that for you…..and only worn here, in my salon….would you wear it? For me…for ‘play’?”

“Mmmm,” she smiled and then said “I wasn’t quite just kidding when I said it was a fantasy of mine.”

She kissed me lightly on the lips before leaving to get dressed in ‘public’ clothes.

I felt a little rush in my pussy as she disappeared.

I left the salon to get dressed in my bedroom as Alexis went to her room to do the same. We met an hour later in the foyer before the chauffer drove us to the library so I could make my appearance and afterward I attended the tea and Alexis left for her class. After the tea, my afternoon and evening were open; John, of course, was away on business as usual.

“Take me to the mall,” I requested the chauffer. “The entrance by Barnes and Noble, please.”

I shopped at Barnes and Noble quite frequently, but that wasn’t my real intent today. Just a few specialty shops away was the tasteful lingerie shop I’d purchased BOB (my battery operated boyfriend) and some sexy crotch less panties and lacey bras for the few occasions John was home-and that’s where I was headed.

I entered the store and looked around-there were numerous racks of sexy clothing and a large display of vibrators, dildos, and I found something that looked like a pacifier.

“May I help you, Mum?” an attractive young lady was suddenly at my side.

“Yes, what IS that?” I asked, pointing to the ‘pacifier’.

“It’s a ‘butt plug,’ Mum.” She smiled without a trace of smugness. “Extremely erotic feeling to have that inserted in your anal orifice while your clitoris is being stimulated,” she said and after a pause added, “It’s only kinky the first time.”

I laughed out loud and then replied, “I suppose that’s true. I think I’ll have to buy one and check it out. But I’m also interested in sexy maid uniforms. My husband has this fantasy…..” I trailed off, not being a very good liar.

“We have many. Right this way,” she said as she led me to a rack of lacey clothing.

“We have your standard French maid’s uniform.” She said as she pointed out a dress with a black tapered bodice and a short skirt with many layers of white netting.

“But zonguldak escort bayan this seems to be a little more popular,” she said as she held up a black satin bodice with gathered see-through white lace netting across the area that fit over the breasts. The separate skirt was black satin and very short and the white apron was satin with a gathered edge of white satin border. The ‘uniform’ came with white satin cuffs and lacey white thigh-high stockings.

“I like this last one.” I said. “I’ll take the ‘pacifier’ and this outfit. Do you have it in size 8?”

Alexis is about the same size I am, but with larger breasts. I expected those large breasts would strain against the see-through lace, but the thought of her breasts straining against the transparent netting gave my pussy a sudden little hiccup.

“We do,” said the young clerk and picked the right size from the rack. I paid for the purchases and after arriving home, stashed the butt plug in my salon drawer and placed the ‘maid uniform’ along with a robe in the cabana Alexis used to change in. I was wet with anticipation as I thought about Alexis in that uniform-catering to my every whim as my maid would do.

Early the next morning I checked my calendar-luckily the entire day was open-before I headed to the pool. I swam a few laps before I noticed Alexis standing at the edge of the pool.

“Good morning,” she called. She was wearing her usual sexy two-piece swimsuit and I gazed at her wonderful body, thinking how nice it would be to touch every inch of what I could see…..and every inch I couldn’t.

“Good news,” she said. “Water line broke at the college and took out the computer lab-no classes today-even on-line classes.” She dove in the pool and only did a couple of laps when she caught up to me clinging to the edge. She moved in close and whispered, “We have all day and evening-if that’s what you want.”

“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted to kiss her lips and lick those wonderful breasts but I also knew we were too exposed to any house staff that may be watching. “Put your uniform on and meet me in my salon-then the day is ours.” I whispered.

I entered my cabana, dried off and wrapped my robe around me before entering the patio door leading to my salon. Under my black satin robe I was completely naked and as I sat back in my salon chair waiting for Alexis, my fingers toyed with one nipple as my other hand slipped down to caress my pussy.

Suddenly the patio door opened and she stepped through, clothed in the robe but I could see the white satin cuffs on her wrists and the lacey nylons on her legs. She stepped away from the doorway and stopped, slowly pulling the belt off the robe and dropping the robe to the floor.

Her breasts strained tightly against the see through netting of her bodice of her ‘maid uniform’ and I could clearly see her nipples pushing against the material. Her lacey stockings didn’t quite reach where the satin skirt stopped which was just short of revealing her pussy.

Her blue eyes bored into mine.

“How would you like me to serve you?” Alexis said, clearly getting into the role.

“After you brush my hair, would you rub my temples just a bit? I have bit of a headache.”

“Of course,” she said as she moved behind me to gently brush my hair; I could see her large breasts straining against the lace bodice in the salon mirrors before she leaned closer to press her fingers lightly to my temples. Her nipples were rock against the material and I could tell her ‘role’ as my maid was turning her on.

Her hair brushed gently lightly over my shoulders and I felt her breasts push against the back of my head. I could see my head nestled comfortably between her glorious breasts in the salon mirrors and realized that if I turned my head just a little I could put my lips over her nipple straining at the netting of the bodice.

“That feels very nice,” I said, “but I notice you aren’t wearing your uniform properly,” I said.

“Really?” she asked in surprise. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” I replied. “It just needs a little adjustment. Come here a minute.”

Alexis came around to stand in front of me and I gently pulled the netting of the bodice down so it rested under her breasts. Her large breasts were completely exposed and her nipples were at attention before I wetted my lips and sucked one while cupping the other breast with my hand and lightly rubbing my thumb on the other.

“oh, fuck, Michelle,” she breathed as she pushed her nipple further into my mouth. I lapped my tongue around it before sucking it.

Abruptly, she pulled back.

“Thank you for instructing me on the proper appearance of the uniform.” Suddenly she was taking on the ‘maid’ role again.

“I think if I would massage your feet, it would relieve some of your stress.” She said. “May I rub your feet?”

This was a bit of a twist I wasn’t expecting, but said, “Yes, I escort zonguldak think that might help.”

Alexis pulled a small stool to sit at the bottom of my salon chair and then went to the drawers build into the cabinets below the mirrors behind my salon chair.

She rummaged for a couple of minutes and said, “I think this should do it.”

She brought a bottle of lotion and positioned herself on the stool at my feet, kicking off her shoes and hiking her short skirt and apron up enough that her pussy was fully exposed to my gaze. Her smoothly shaven pussy appeared moist, her breasts were jutting out over the netting of her corset –and my pussy was tingling in anticipation of her touch and that wonderful tongue slithering over my stomach, my legs, and snaking its way to my wet crotch.

Alexis poured the lotion into one hand, rubbed her hands together before taking my foot in her hand, and pulled my leg up; I could see her glancing at my now exposed crotch as she began to rub the lotion on the bottom of my foot.

“There now, Mum,” she said as she worked the lotion into the sole of my foot while stealing glances at my pussy. “Isn’t that soothing?”

It was very relaxing as she rubbed my foot and ran her fingers in between my toes.

“Mmmm,” I agreed and she set my foot down to put more lotion in her hands before working on the other foot.

She raised my other leg so she could still see my pussy and began to rub the lotion over my sole and between my toes. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes after pulling my robe up to make sure she had full view of my pussy. It excited me to expose my pussy to her as she rubbed my foot; I could feel my juices wetting the salon chair.

Alexis continued to rub my foot when suddenly I felt something wet slide up the arch of my foot.

Startled, I opened my eyes and looked down to see Alex running her tongue up my foot as she toyed with one of her nipples.

“Isn’t that relaxing, Mum?” she said as she looked me in the eyes.

Not expecting or waiting for my answer, she licked my foot once more and began to suck on my middle toe like it was a little cock. The erotic sensation was totally surprising. Alexis wiggled her tongue between my toes and sucked my toe once more before she began to kiss and lick her way up my leg.

She stopped kissing my leg at my knee but continued to run her hand lightly up my thigh until her fingers lightly tickled my pussy lips and then retreated to stroke my thigh.

“You have a beautiful pussy, Mum,” she said as I watched her other hand slide over her own pussy lips as she gazed at my wet crotch.

“Well, thank you, dear,” I said as I spread my legs a little wider so she could see the juice that covered my pussy lips and dripped toward my butthole. “I like that you like it.”

“I think I would like those strawberries from the frig now, dear. Would you mind getting them for me?” I asked.

“Well, uh sure,” Alexis replied, a little ruffled at being interrupted at her quest to touch my pussy. She got up from her stool and bent to reach the berries from the dorm frig. As she bent over, I got a full view of her smooth rounded ass cheeks and a glimpse of her wet slit. I roamed my hand lightly over her ass and let it slide to the inside of her thigh, not yet quite touching her pussy lips.

“Mmmm, that’s a very nice view,” I whispered as I let my fingers trail her pussy lips. I could see the ‘dew’ on her lips and easily slid my middle finger up her slippery tunnel.

“Oh!” Michelle said, as if surprised. She stood up with the bowl of strawberries and turned toward me, making sure I had plenty of ‘reach’ to keep my finger buried in her.

“Feed me a strawberry, dear,” I said with my finger still in her pussy. She set the bowl on the counter before selecting a very large strawberry and offered it to my mouth. I bit into it; it wasn’t quite frozen but still very cold and very sweet. I took the other half from her and ran it between her breasts and up her neck. My tongue followed the same trail to her chin and then pulled my finger from her cunt to place it in her mouth. As she sucked my finger, wet with her own pussy juice, I ran the strawberry around her lips before I pulled my finger from her mouth and licked the strawberry trail from her lips.

“Mmmm, you are tasty,” I whispered. “I can taste your pussy on your lips. ”

Alexis bent over me in the salon chair, her impressive breasts with visibly very hard nipples were swaying above me as she placed her hand softly around my face and bent down to kiss me. A soft kiss, barely touching my lips. Then her tongue was gently exploring my mouth and I reached behind her head to bring her lips closer to mine and swirled my tongue with hers.

I was getting so wet kissing her and reached my hand around to caress her butt, gently tickling my fingers over her ass and sliding them toward her pussy.

“I’d like another strawberry, please, ” I said as I continued to caress her ass, running my fingers lightly toward her butthole and down to her pussy lips.

Alex reached into the bowl and offered the strawberry to my mouth. I bit it in half and pulled her mouth to mine as we sucked each others’ tongues and pushed the berry back and forth, each of us feeling the cold, sweet taste of the berry as we kissed.

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Julie is a twenty-three year old young woman, who met a man thirty years her senior via online chat. This is the story of their first in-person meeting. It is somewhat of a biographical fantasy where the idea of prior anonymous seduction becomes a reality. I have tried to capture elements of desire in a somewhat romantic setting where the sensuality and eroticism becomes pleasantly consuming. It also leaves the way open for added adventures.

‘What were you doing?’ you asked yourself…’Julie, get a grip,’ was the phrase that echoed in your head.

Sensibility was always one of your strongest traits, but now something else was niggling at you; a strange sense of adventure for something risqué.

He said that eroticism was mainly a function of the brain which was the most erogenous of organs. You were quietly stimulated, and after all, needed a distraction from the obsequious advances and sly comments from your step father which had put you ill at ease. You did try once to tell your mother, but she would ‘have none of it.’ In her view it would have been your fault, ‘walking around provocatively’ as she said.

Your own mother saw you as her competition for her husband. Yes, you were certainly twenty plus years her junior, but you were not provocative in any way. And besides, your mum still had it… her looks and her sensuality. You were just the third of the ‘two’s company and three’s a crowd’. You weren’t going to put out for him…no way! Therefore you had to get out of the domestic arrangement. You would work on it as soon as you could, but it was a welcome relief when the older stranger entered into your life as if by chance.

Chance…maybe. You knew that he knew, and he knew that you knew… the world of online anonymous chat, making contact, swap emails and then lo and behold. An unsuspecting target, but who really is the target if there is one anymore. Is it you or is it him? Get a credit card, some financial backing for something, maybe even identity theft, alternatively perhaps a contact for sexual dalliance, sexting, personal porn and the like.

But things took a bit of a twist and you wanted to explore and find out more. This is the beginning: the first installment of ‘the more’: the awakening of Julie. There was something that attracted you…you became the moth to the flame.

The text said ‘I’ll be there at 6.30pm.’ It was the first dinner date, but there had been a number of email sexual interchanges over the last week. And it was not long after, that you realized you were becoming intrigued and your bodily responses… well, you had never felt so aroused. You were eager, horny and knew that this night was going to escalate into a consummation finally putting aside the recent pent up sexual frustration.

You were already secreting between your legs as you waited for him and you hoped that the gathering moisture was not going to be a tell tale sign for people that you passed by. You thought ‘no underwear…what if my dress shows after I have sat down?’ ‘Maybe it will, maybe it won’t;’ but, you decided, ‘seriously…not my problem.’

You had spent a long time in the bathroom preparing yourself for this dinner. Well showered and shampooed, you cut the few straggling hairs around your labia and perineum and neatly trimmed and shaped your pubic hair, leaving it intact but a very defined and tidy ‘landing strip’. You had a sixth sense that he would like that. You douched and made sure that you were clean inside and out, including in and around your puckered asshole. You enjoyed the sensation of this preparation and could feel your arousal building with the slickness that coated you between your legs. He had said…’no stone unturned’… you chuckled to yourself: ‘I’ll be the turned over stone,’ but it won’t be stone, rather pliable, wanton flesh in need of good stimulation. The thought excited you even more. You were ready and wanted to be touched and probed now!

You reached for the sea-blue slinky dress and slipped it over your head, adjusting the spaghetti straps fully conscious of your ample breasts pushing against the satiny material. Nothing left to the imagination as your nipples protruded; engorged with the movement of it. You shivered slightly, again in anticipation, as your highly sensitive nipples responded to each little move you made. You ran your hands up your upper thighs flattening the little dress out. You had long, shapely legs, and this dress did everything to expose them in all their glory. Your caramel skin was a beautiful contrast to its blue colour and your eyes, wide with desire, blended beautifully against high cheekbones tokat escort and your long curled hair.

With a minimum of make-up, a little foundation, eyeliner and lipstick, as your skin was flawless, you reached for your favorite perfume; J’Adore and dabbed some on your neck, behind your ears, wrists and with a grin, lifted the hem of your dress (it didn’t have to come up much) and gently rubbed more scent into the top of your inner thighs. You were ready…oh yes…you were ready!

You were going to stay with him at his hotel, and in the interests of discretion, opened your lingerie drawer and reached for a pair of black lacey panties and matching bra for later the next day. You didn’t want to be leaking combined bodily fluids down your thighs now. You slipped these, along with a blouse, skirt, your purse, lipstick and toiletries into the Gucci tote bag that you regularly carried.

The door bell rang, and there he was, waiting on the step, dressed casually in open neck plain white shirt, dark blue slacks and light grey jacket. It was his smile that you first noticed: broad and welcoming. He leant forward and you responded giving a gentle but seductive kiss on the lips in greeting. Both tongues protruded slightly and you could smell his aftershave, woody and enticing enter your nostrils. It was like a pheromone and you weakened slightly at the knees, clasping your thighs together feeling a little wetness escape your pussy. You sensed, but did not feel, that he too was instantly aroused.

It did not help matters when he slowly licked your lips and sucked in the bottom one ever so slightly and you felt his hand gently graze across your ass, cupping each cheek almost unnoticeably but nonetheless intentionally. He moved his face back a little and stared straight into your eyes. It was mesmerizing and pleasantly intrusive and you and he gave a little moan in unison. Mutual desire was now matched. You sensed him looking into and capturing that something of your inner self. There was an aura of control, but you weren’t threatened. It was completely unlike other men, whose first glance, which almost immediately turned into a stare, would have been at your cleavage. He hadn’t even looked down. He leant back in towards your ear and whispered slowly ‘Good girl, no panties,’ as he had not felt the give-away panty line when grazing across your lower back and ass a few seconds earlier.

‘I love your willingness; and my darling, you look absolutely ravishing!’ He crooked his arm and you took up the invitation, linking your arm through his as you moved off to the taxi.

Opening the rear door for you, as any gentleman would, you sidled into and across the seat. Immediately you reacted to the cold leather against your bare flesh as your dress could not really cover your ass discreetly in this position. He sat next to you, and cupping your chin, gently moved your head slightly sideways and you noticed the gift wrapped box on the seat. ‘It’s for later my darling,’ was all he said.

You knew from previous discussions that it contained some sex toys which you had said you wanted to experience. Yes… so far he had thought of everything and you gave a little shudder. It would be a night to remember, and hopefully one of many times together.

He leaned in again and gently placing his hands on your thigh, you felt the electricity as his fingertips, smooth and gentle began an ever increasing circular motion. He read your thoughts and said ‘I know, for a guitar player, I have prepared myself for you too: a manicure and using an emery board across the small hardened blisters making them baby smooth. I want to fully explore you in every way, and do it so that you are comfortable.’

‘Oh yes,’ you thought to yourself, ‘every which way…oh fuck.’

You placed your hand on his upper thigh and then mirrored every action that he was applying to you. First clockwise, then counter clockwise, a gentle squeeze and a pushing apart of the legs, higher and higher both hands went, teasing and enticing but never making contact with the spot that was now so demanding for ministration. You sensed, rather than felt his growing erection as he too involuntarily parted his legs wider, inviting you in and up. You did the same, shuffling slightly on the seat, knowing that you were so wet and desperately wanting that touch on your pussy and the stimulation of your clit. The teasing was uniform. You whispered ‘I’m so wet,’ and he replied ‘I’m hard… let’s hope we get out of the taxi and into the restaurant without overly embarrassing ourselves.’ You chuckled back at him, tokat escort bayan stating; ‘You know the best part of this is that we both know what is going to happen, but there is no rush. I love this sensuality.’

‘Yes, me too,’ he responded…’the mind fuck, the best foreplay there is. You have the most beautifully proportioned body, and your tits, my god!’

As if by remote control at his use of the word tits albeit somewhat crude, you felt your nipples harden more and strain against the blue fabric. There was no denying their excitable state. Somehow he had become intertwined with your body and the mere mention of a key word elicited a sexual arousal within you.

Moving from the taxi to the restaurant foyer was a bit of a light-hearted moment as you giggled arm in arm with him. Your normally conservative demeanor even surprised yourself as you quite openly stated, ‘I’m surprised you can’t hear the sloshing between my legs with every step I take!’

‘Between you and me darling,’ he replied, ‘I can!’ and he laughed. ‘I’m sure my cock is going to beat us to the door!’ It was your turn to laugh. There was a great sense of ease and comfortableness between the two: a perfect combination.

On approaching the secluded entrance to the restaurant, the door magically opened and there was a pleasant greeting of ‘ Bon Soire’ from the Maitre ‘D, who could not take his eyes off your voluptuous tits. ‘Madame, Monsieur please, follow me’ and soon the table seating had been done. Going against convention, you wanted to sit beside him rather than opposite, and there was certainly no objection to this. The menu was very selective and clearly one of gastronomic proportions. You thought to yourself, ‘Yes the night was going to be a one of gastronomy: eating and drinking of each other, exploring textures and folds, hard and soft, probing and enticing and finally the forbidden fruit.’ You couldn’t wait!

Pre-dinner drinks of Martini Sour were followed by Bollinger champagne to accompany the Nicoise Salad. Before the mains were served, you leaned your head against his, aware that your strap had fallen down your shoulder and the areole of your left breast was exposed.

No-one could see as you were in a secluded area; and completely uncharacteristic of you, you reached up and pushed his head towards your exposed breast. He responded immediately by giving the areole a gentle lick, but not extending that little bit further to stimulate your nipple which was straining and almost exposed. You moaned in pleasure and let him guide your hand down to your legs where you realized that he wanted you to place it between your thighs. He slowly guided it up, you parted your thighs, and as if by a sixth sense and knowing intimately the shape and feel of your body, he gripped your hand just millimeters from your pussy and slowly drew it back up. He took your fingers and brought them up to his lips and gently sucked on them, giving the tip a bit of a nibble. ‘Later I will suck your juices from your finger tips my darling,’ he whispered. You stuttered a response of ‘Yes.’ The sexual tension was building and building.

The main course of Lemon Dover Sole arrived. You were pleased that he’d remembered you preferred fish. It was accompanied by Pomme de-Terre and a creamy burnt butter sauce with French beans. The dish was light and delightful. Again he took your hand and this time guided it to his own thigh, which you squeezed and pinched, and like him, you did not encase the obvious erection but repeating similar words, you said, ‘Later I will suck your juices too my darling,’ and tracing a finger nail above his waist band you gently scratched upwards to his nipple and circled around the outside, being careful not to touch it directly.

He looked into your eyes again with that same intensity as before and you knew exactly what he was thinking. He said nothing, but you simply stated ‘Yes, I will…anything!’

Strangely, but without reservation you would now give yourself completely to this person. You trusted him implicitly because you knew there was nothing he would do to compromise that trust.

As if on a silent command, you took the table napkin from your lap and rubbing the fine Irish linen against your pussy you brought it up to his face. On the pretense of wiping his lips, you very slowly and seductively said ‘Smell me, taste me now and think about what’s to come,’ and you pushed it against his nose making sure he could feel your moistness. He strained against his trousers and could feel his own pre cum lubricate the tip of his cock.

Like you, escort tokat he was wearing no underwear and like you, would leave a tell tale sign of a wet spot on his trousers. Both you and he were now marked. You squeezed your thighs together and spread them apart, you were moving yourself against nothing but yourself, but it was somehow stimulating as you focused your mind on your core: wet, slick and demanding attention. He knew and just put his finger to your lips in the ‘quiet shush’ gesture and with his other hand, moved it under your ass, but it was not on your bare flesh. He had managed to push what little dress material there was, through first.

Automatically, you raised yourself to give him access and your mind was pleading that he make contact, but he just splayed his fingers: thumb and forefinger on one ass cheek and little finger and ring finger on the other. That left his middle finger free. He applied pressure on his fingers and as you raised yourself just a little bit more, the strength in his fingers spread you apart, middle finger extended and ever so slightly it just tickled, barely touching your asshole before the hand withdrew completely. God you wanted so much to feel his finger there.

‘That’s the dessert,’ you whispered. It was an ambiguous comment, but left nothing to his imagination, as the waiter tabled the crème caramel; a delicious dish that met your sweet tooth needs. The egg custard was velvety smooth and literally slipped down your throat: the analogy not being lost on you. You looked at him as you parted your lips slightly, pushing some custard on the tip of your tongue and protruding it before making an exaggerated swallow. It was playfully decadent. He just said quietly, ‘swallow it all darling, there will be more.’

He asked the waiter for a dessert wine, a Tokay with which to accompany some cheese and biscuits to finish the meal off. You excused yourself to go to the rest room and take a little breather. On your return he said ‘Open it,’ handing you the gift wrapped box which had been on a chair opposite them. You didn’t hesitate. Under different circumstances you would have said ‘No, let’s leave it for later,’ but here and now nothing really mattered other than the moment. It was liberating.

You opened the box on your lap and gasped at the contents. Expecting to see the ‘run of the mill’ vibrator and lube you were surprised. Neatly laid out across a black silk mask was a very fine silver chain. You picked it up and ran it through your fingers. It was quite long and there were three ends, a ‘Y’ shape. On each of the ends were small rubber clamps. You caught your breath in excitement and then lifted the mask out. Underneath were four lengths of thin leather strap. That’s all. It was simple, yet highly provocative and suggestive. You couldn’t wait to leave the restaurant.

The taxi back to his hotel seemed to take forever as the musky odour and wanton sexual need between the both of you seemed to pervade the interior of the cab.

It was a no touch ride at his request other than a gentle nibbling of your ear-lobe and exposed neck, running his tongue gently up and down and pursing your flesh occasionally between his lips, which applied just enough pressure to elicit a small moan from you. You felt yourself secreting and knew that it was now more than just a little moisture, but you had advanced to the next level where it was quite thick and sticky. You were well lubricated and shuffled slightly, again bringing your legs together and apart, up and down, spreading the slickness all around your pussy as much as you could. Oh… how you wanted to cum so much!

Finally arriving at the hotel you proceeded to the lift foyer arm in arm, he holding the small box, you, your Gucci bag. You did not notice anything other than the fact that his room was on the 42nd floor.

As soon as the doors closed, you and he dropped the box and the bag and went into a deep and passionate kiss. It was the first time there was any real hard contact.. Lips, tongues and teeth were roughly used against each other, tongues exploring and saliva swallowed, little erotic bites and the sucking in as far as possible each others’ tongues. He lifted your arms and turned you around so you were facing the mirrored lift wall. You arched your back, crouched a little and pushed your ass out and up. He was hard up against your cheeks and you could feel his erection in the crease.

You pushed and he responded by rubbing up and down. He moved his hands and cupped each of your breasts, giving each nipple a gentle tweak and followed by an insistent pull. Just before the lift arrived he said in a gentle voice to the back of your neck. ‘I’m going to make love to you, I’m going to fuck you and you my darling are going to do the same.’ In a now husky voice you replied ‘Yes…anything…’ There was a tacit agreement where each gave to the other complete trust and control.

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