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Zin had no clue what she was doing here. She was tired and just wanted to sleep. But that was the last thing she would get. The dreams were getting worse. They were vivid, erotic, and she always woke up panting, sweating, her body screaming for release. The music thumped in her ears, grating her nerves raw. Her two best friends were on the dance floor grinding with two random guys. She watched as she nursed her beer, noting they looked happy and carefree. Something she hadn’t felt in forever it seemed. All she ever did was work and school. When was the last time she got laid? Oh yeah, the guy in her study group. Sure, that had lasted all of 10 minutes but there had to be more to it than just spreading her legs and the guy getting on and off. Literally. The vision of the man in her dreams wafted to mind and she shook her head against it. NO! She would not sit here and fantasize about some stupid dream but still, they distracted her during the day. Sometimes she could feel HIM rub her shoulder, run his tongue along her ear as she sat on top of him with this enormous cock buried inside her. What disturbed her the most was that he always bit her right on the jugular when she came. She would beg him every time to bite into her flesh. The feel of his teeth tearing into her made her lose her breath as she rode out the most glorious orgasm on the biggest cock she had escort avcılar ever taken inside her. What scared the total shit out of her? It was that last night they had kissed afterwards and she could taste her own blood on his tongue and she absolutely loved it. Her friends came back with their new guys and she tried to join in the talking, chatting, drinking of the night. Zin gave up after a few minutes, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. He came to mind instantly. He was tall and broad shouldered. Long black wavy hair that hung past his shoulders. Eyes the color of a deep dark forest. Tattoos that ran from his neck, down his arms, chest, stomach, stopping just short of those firm hard hips and thighs. “Zin? Zin?! You ok?” One of her friends asked, shaking her hard. Her eyes popped open as she realized she had been moaning softly. She mumbled something and ran for the bathroom. She hid in a stall, her head buried in her hands. What the fuck was wrong with her?! She was failing at work and class. The last three months she had been hiding from everyone because she didn’t want anyone to see the changes in her, like the ‘super’ hearing she developed. It was so acute she could hear her friends talking at the table through the blare of the music and could hear them planning on dumping her and then leaving with their guys. Fine with her, she was a escort bahcesehir fucking mess anyways. She left the stall, washed her hands and went into the crowd. As she made her way through the happy drunk people, the back of her neck prickled. She looked up to see HIM standing by the door. She gasped and felt her body flood with a driving aching hunger she only felt in her dreams. She blinked… And he was gone. Shit, she needed to get OUT of here now. She bolted out to an inky night and lit up. Yeah, she shouldn’t smoke but she needed one right now. Her body was screaming for a release which she sure as hell couldn’t give it. She closed her eyes and took another drag. Her neck tingled again. Zinnia knew he was close by but didn’t open her eyes. “Zinnia?” A soft voice asked in front of her. “Go away. You’re not real.” She whispered to the air. “I assure you, I’m very real,” the voice said. A hand grabbed hers and she stiffened but offered no resistance. It was placed on a hard chest. She could feel a heartbeat, heat, muscle and she shivered. “If you’re real then I’m fucking nuts,” she said softly. Fingers lifted her chin and she opened her eyes. The cig fell from her hand. He was REAL! He smiled softly and moved his hand to her hair, pulling her against him. His arm wrapped around her, letting her feel every hard inch of him. Oh yeah, he was as beylikdüzü escort fully endowed as she had dreamed. He even smelled like he should. Warm, musky, and all male. She pushed back and slapped him hard. “Bastard! You haunt my dreams, turn me into a mess, drive me insane and NOW you expect me to walk right into your arms and fuck you? Fuck off!” She yelled and walked away. “Oh and one more thing-” she said and turned back around to find him gone. “Dammit!” She screamed and stomped away. She walked off her anger, occasionally lighting up to relax. It didn’t work. She walked home and straight into her bathroom. She stripped and stepped under the hot water. She leaned back on the tiles, letting the water stream down her long red hair, over her shoulders, full breasts, stomach, hips. She wasn’t a supermodel but she knew she was pretty in a classic way. Her hands traveled down her breasts, cupping them. They were full and aching. One hand slid down to her sex and she cupped herself, palming that sweet spot that pulsed against her. He came to mind as she rubbed herself faster. It didn’t take long to climax and sagged against the tile as her release swept through her. She stood slowly, shut off the water and stepped out. Zin wrapped the towel around herself and collapsed on her bed. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep but woke knowing he was there. “Why me?” she asked softly. “Why haunt me? Make me want a dream I can’t have when I’m awake?” The bed dipped as he crawled on the bed up her body. He pulled the towel away as he settled on top of her. Zin groaned in pleasure as his weight pinned her down.

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“I’m sorry, Baby.” Brushing a few strands of her auburn hair out of the way, Lee kissed Lynn’s forehead and smiled. “It’s okay. I’m just going to the store, and he’s been pretty good about that lately. It’s a pain to get him dressed for such a short trip, but I’ll live.” Her voice right on the edge of a sob, Lynn softly said, “I hate it. I can’t do anything to help. I just feel worthless.” Trying to suppress a sigh, Lee held her hand for a moment, squeezing it. “You’re just having a rough time adjusting to the new medicine. I’ve got to get going. The store will be closing soon, and we have virtually nothing left in the house to eat.” Lynn nodded and said, “I love you.” “I love you too.” Lee then turned to his son and picked him up. “Okay, Boogabear, time to get dressed and go to the store. We’re just going to the grocery store, and then coming right back, okay?” Garion partially repeated the last word, “Kay,” chuckled, and then babbled something while gesturing incomprehensibly. “If that was a sign, Kiddo, it’s one I don’t know. Cripes, you are entirely too heavy for seven. You know that?” Lynn sat up in bed, patting her son on the bottom. “Bye bye, Garion. You be good for Daddy. I love you.” “Laab Ooo,” Garion repeated. He then emphatically made the sign for please, saying the word as well. “Okay, okay. Chill out. We’re going,” Lee laughed. **** A short while later, Lee pushed Garion out of the store in a grocery cart. He could tell his son was getting tired, likely from not taking a nap that day. Being tired and being lazy went hand in hand with Garion, so Lee had decided not to argue and put him in the seat of the cart halfway through shopping. He was having enough trouble dealing with all the Valentine’s advertisements when he could only afford to buy a single box of chocolate covered cherries for the woman he loved. Garion pulled his legs up, saying, “Please,” and rapidly making the sign as Lee pushed the cart through the foyer, toward the door. “Stay in the cart, Garion.” The gesturing continued, and Garion said, “Please,” several times in rapid succession. Sighing, Lee asked, “Okay, what do you want, Kiddo?” Pulling on Lee’s arm, and then pushing when he had to in order to direct his father, Garion indicated the little toy machines in the foyer. “You want something out of there? When did you start noticing those?” Lee shook his head and chuckled. More bad influence from your cousins, I bet. Now I’ll never get out of the store without getting some cheap toy. Oh well, guess I better start carrying quarters. Frikkin’ fifty cents. Bloody absurd. Again came the stream of Garion saying, “Please.” “Okay, okay. I’ll get you something. Hang on,” Lee said, digging in his pocket for some change. Dropping the quarters in the slot, he twisted the handle, and then lifted the metal door to retrieve the plastic bubble. Holding it up, he looked through the milky plastic at what was inside. “Looks like you got a ring, Garion. That’s going to have to work, because I’m not playing the lottery with two more quarters that we don’t need to be spending.” He handed the bubble to his son, who started happily rattling it without showing any interest at all in opening it. Laughing, Lee said, “You’re a goober-head, Garion. Okay, let’s go home and make some dinner.” **** Putting Garion in the bath when they got home served the dual purpose of keeping him out of the way while Lee put on stew and potatoes, and keeping the sleepy-eyed little boy awake a little longer. Lynn wearily came out and ate, groggy from her nightly medicine. She nodded off while sitting up shortly after eating. Garion sat down and ate for once without getting up and running like a whirlwind through the house. It had been a while since Lee had made stew – once Garion’s favorite thing in the world – and apparently he was on that kick again. Garion was in one of his moods where he wanted to play alone, so he went into the bedroom, carrying a pile of his papers from school. A few seconds later, Lee heard the papers flying through the air and a flurry of laughter. Shaking his head, he sat down at the computer to browse around the message boards. Periodically checking on Garion, Lee knew he wasn’t going to stay awake much longer. After about an hour of laughing and spinning through a rain of his school papers, his son pulled the blankets up around him like a cocoon. Watching Muppet Treasure Island on the small bedroom TV, he was nearly asleep. Lee answered a post on the Autism message board about Garion’s recent progress, and then decided he’d pretty much exhausted the possibilities of the internet for the night. Changing the Disney movie on the front room TV to Blazing Saddles, He sat down on the couch next to Lynn to watch it for the umpteenth time. Pausing the movie shortly after the rendition of The Camp Town Ladies, he peeked in on Garion. Seeing his son sound asleep, he snuck in to turn down the TV in the bedroom and shut out the light. “Night night, Kiddo.” When he walked back escort avcılar in the front room, Lynn was slowly awakening. Before she could even say it, he picked up her glass and refilled it with fresh Coke. “Thank you, Baby,” she said with a smile. “You’re welcome, Babydoll.” Looking around, she asked, “Where’s Garion?” Lee answered, “In bed. He fell asleep a few minutes ago.” Looking up at the clock, Lynn asked, “Isn’t it a little early? It’s only nine-thirty. Don’t you think he’ll get up in the middle of the night?” Shrugging, Lee sat down next to her on the couch again. “He got up pretty early this morning, and he hasn’t had a nap. He’ll probably sleep through. I should probably go to bed soon, though. Otherwise, I’ll be tired and bitchy if he does get up early again.” Seeing the DVD screen saver on the TV, Lynn asked, “What were you watching?” “Blazing Saddles. You want me to start it over?” He hit the play button on the remote to show her where the movie was. Shaking her head and sighing, she answered, “No, I probably won’t be able to stay awake anyway. I hate this. We’re not even going to have a Valentine’s Day again.” Her lip quivering, she ran her hand through Lee’s shoulder-length brown hair. Wrapping his arm around her, he said, “The hours will go back up at work with this new business, and you’ll be better in a few days, once you adjust to the medicine.” “It sucks,” she sighed, leaning against him and watching the movie. “I know, Babydoll,” he said, hugging her tighter. Lynn was asleep shortly thereafter, nestled up against him. When the movie ended, Lee helped her to bed, and then walked back into the front room. Retrieving the chocolate covered cherries from where he’d hidden them, he smiled and thought, You’ll have a little bit of a Valentine’s Day. We can at least afford this. Putting the box on the table where Lynn was sure to see it the moment she walked into the front room, Lee went to bed. **** Silent as a ghost, Garion got up from the bed, opened the door, and walked out into the front room. On went the TV, and in went Transformers the Movie. Still a little tired, he sat down on the couch and wrapped his Spider-Man blanket around him, grinning as the theme song of the movie kicked in. Between the low volume and the bedroom door he’d shut on the way out, Mom and Dad had not yet awakened to notice he was up. As Prime rolled out for a final confrontation with Megatron, Garion got up from the couch and picked up the little plastic bubble he’d gotten from the grocery store machine. Sitting back down and rattling it while watching the movie, he eventually realized that the top looked like it would come off. With an ingenuity for destruction, he quickly figured out how to pop the top, and pulled out the ring within. Holding up the glittering gold band with an amber stone to the light, he smiled. After a little while, he slid the ring onto his finger. A few moments later, the Dinobots caught his attention, and he forgot the ring while two of his favorite things – dinosaurs and Transformers – were both on the screen at the same time. Garion absently started to fidget with the ring while watching the movie, twisting the band back and forth on his finger. He smiled and chuckled when steadily thickening wisps of smoke appeared between him and the television. “Oh, dear,” Laresa said when she saw her new little Master. It took only a moment’s concentration to understand that the boy was a special child, whose mind didn’t work the same as most children’s did. Garion laughed and stood up, walking over to run his fingers over the silky cloth of Laresa’s pantaloons. He realized that here was a big person who could turn on his bubble machine for him. Grabbing Laresa’s petite hand, he tugged her toward where the machine was stored beneath the sink. “Pwease – ba-buls,” he said, signing please at the same time. Laresa could clearly see what he wanted in his thoughts. Smiling, she eliminated the need for a machine, summoning up streams of bubbles that drifted around the room. Garion swatted at a bubble, and then took off toward another. He laughed and squealed as he delighted in catching and popping the never-ending bubbles. In the bedroom, the sound of Garion’s loud laughter awakened Lee. Groaning, he tried to shake the sleep out of his head, and then realized his son wasn’t in the room. “Dammit,” he muttered, climbing out of the bed carefully, so as not to awaken Lynn. A quick glance at the clock told him it was half past four in the morning. Opening the bedroom door, he sleepily wandered into the front room, saying, “Garion, what are you doing up at four thirty?” Exiting the short hallway, his eyes popped wide open when he saw his son happily popping bubbles appearing from nowhere, and a scantily-clad, platinum blonde woman standing in front of the couch. Garion ran over and Lee quickly snatched his son up in his arms. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?” he demanded of the woman as he took escort bahcesehir a couple of steps back. “My name is Laresa, and I am a genie. Garion summoned me from the ring he wears.” “Yeah, okay. You look the part except you’re missing a ponytail and you’re showing a helluva lot more skin, but somehow I don’t believe it.” Laresa smiled and said, “If I might suggest, you should probably take the ring from Garion. I’ll be forced to grant anything he wishes for – even if it’s a dinosaur.” Looking over at his son, he saw that Garion was indeed wearing a ring. “Can I see this, Garion?” As he asked, he tugged at the ring. His son didn’t protest removing the ring, but he did protest when Laresa vanished, and the bubbles stopped appearing. “Okay, this is fucking freaky,” Lee muttered as he put his son back down. Garion immediately ran to catch the last few drifting bubbles. Shrugging his shoulders, he slid the ring onto his own finger. When nothing happened, he asked, “Okay, how did you make this thing work, Kiddo? Not that it really matters since this is obviously a whacked out dream. How do I get this Laresa back?” As soon as he said her name, she once again appeared in a swirl of misty vapors. “You see, Master?”It took him a couple of seconds to recover from what he’d just witnessed, but then he said, “Okay, but drop the Master thing. I feel like Major Nelson when you say that. So what are the rules then?” Slipping into an imitation of Robin William’s voice, he continued, “All the addendums, and quid pro quos?” He chuckled when he finished. Garion ran over and tugged at Laresa’s arm, saying and signing, “Please.” “I think perhaps it might be a good idea to bring his bubbles back, Lee,” Laresa said with a smile. “Yeah, you’re probably right – do that. How did you know my name? I never said it.” Garion tugged on Laresa’s pantaloons, pulling them down just a little and revealing her hip. She smiled at him and summoned up bubbles for him with her power. “I can read your mind, in order to better grant your wishes.” It took a moment for her words to sink in, because his son’s tug revealing more of Laresa’s skin had caught his eye. Now that he wasn’t scared for his son, he noticed how sexy the genie was. She had full, firm breasts, barely contained in the tight vest she wore, with ample amounts of the globes showing. Only thicker pleating in her translucent pantaloons hid her sex, and her white-blonde hair framed a breathtaking face. As her words finally hit him, he realized he was standing in front of her dressed in only his underwear, his cock getting hard as he stared at her body. “Uhm, if you can read my mind, then sorry for what I was just thinking,” he said as his cheeks warmed. “It does not offend me that you find me attractive.” She smiled and quickly launched into another subject. “There are indeed rules. If you lie to me, then I will vanish forever. I cannot raise the dead, though I can heal any injury or sickness–” He interrupted her, his heart leaping in his chest. “Any sickness?” Seeing what he was thinking, the genie smiled and said, “Yes, I can help your son.” “Do that. Please, don’t let this be a dream.” Laresa summoned up her power, a wide smile decorating her face as she corrected the imbalances that held Garion back. “It is done.” Lee noticed a slight change in Garion’s laughing tone, and that his son was no longer making the odd gestures he always made while at play. “Hey, Garion, are you having fun?” Garion turned back to his father and nodded, saying, “Yes!” Tears welled up in Lee’s eyes, and he walked quickly across the room to hug his son. Garion hugged him back, but then said, “Bubbles,” in a clearer tone than Lee had ever heard before. “Okay, play with the bubbles, Kiddo.” Turning back to Laresa, he said, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” “You’re welcome, Lee. He will need some time to catch up, but he’s very smart. I think he’ll do fine,” Laresa responded. Lee slapped himself in the forehead, “So, do I only have one wish left? I wasn’t even thinking with the bubbles.” Laresa rolled her eyes. “You’ve watched Aladdin one too many times. Unless you break the rules, or lose the ring, your wishes are my command.” He smiled and said, “Well then, the next one is easy. I want all of Lynn’s problems gone. Physical, emotional –everything. Put her back in shape, so she’ll feel good about herself again. She always loved her body, and she hates that she’s put on weight from not being able to exercise. It’s not helping anything else. Just give her back everything she had before all her problems started.” Laresa’s smile widened, seeing in Lee’s mind that his greatest desire was to see his love whole again, as his son now was. Naturally, part of him was thinking about how much he’d like to have her feeling good and looking sexy again, but his main concern was for her. The benefits he was thinking of were just a side effect of returning her self-esteem and health. Calling upon her power, Laresa granted his wish, and beylikdüzü escort said, “Go see.” Lee walked into the bedroom, and he could immediately see the difference, despite the fact that Lynn was almost completely covered by the sheets. Sitting down on the bed, wiping tears out of his eyes, he shook her awake. Lynn roused, blinking and yawning. “What?” “Come in the front room, Babydoll. I want you to meet someone,” he said, reaching under the sheets to clasp her hand. She yawned again. “What time is it?” He laughed. “Really early. Come on, Baby. Trust me.” He pulled the sheet off her slowly, and she sat up. Lee’s breath caught in his throat, now that he could see the evidence of her magical rejuvenation. He started getting hard almost instantly. Lynn swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and then stood up. She let out a yelp of surprise when the boxer shorts she wore immediately fell straight to the floor. Her panties slipped down off her hips as well. “What in the…” “Come look in the mirror, Babydoll,” he said, tugging her in that direction. Grabbing her panties to hold them up, she walked over to the mirror on the back of the door. Her eyes popped wide open and every tiny bit of sleep fog in her head burned away instantly. Reaching over, she flipped on the light and stared in wonder at her reflection. Pulling up her shirt, she grasped her large breasts, which were firmer, and riding higher than they had since she was eighteen. “B-but, this is i-impossible,” she stammered, running her hand over her taut tummy with a whimsical expression. “That’s what I thought too.” Turning into the front room, he said, “Hey, Garion, tell Mommy you love her.” “Love Mama,” Garion rattled off, before returning to his bubbles. Lynn naturally ran straight into the front room after that. She noticed the Djinn standing in the room, but had eyes – and ears – only for her son at that moment. She hugged Garion and talked to him until he got frustrated, then stood up to look at Laresa. “Who are you?” “Her name is Laresa, and apparently she’s a genie. I think Garion, you, and the bubbles can attest to that. Pull up a chunk of couch, Laresa. You can tell me the rest of the rules.” A radiant smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, Lynn said, “I need to go dig up some clothes that fit.” “Or you could just go without,” Lee teased, something he’d not done very often for a long time. Despite the fact Lynn was still beautiful and sexy to him, she had felt hideous, and had not been able to accept the compliments very well. Lynn purred – a good sign as far as Lee was concerned – and then walked back to the bedroom to rifle through the closet for some of her old clothes. Laresa couldn’t help but smile and feel good, sensing the joy in her Master. Shortly thereafter, Lee finished telling the story of what had happened to Lynn, and Laresa explained the rest of the rules. Garion crawled up on the couch and fell asleep once more, exhausted from lack of sleep and running around for a little over a half an hour. Lynn picked up her son without trouble, experiencing none of the pain she was so used to, and took him to bed. As she walked back into the room, Lee couldn’t help but stare, and almost drool. She had chosen a top that was indecently tight – braless – and her big nipples were pressing hard against the thin material. Laresa laughed as Lynn approached and Lee undressed her with his eyes. “Would you like me to return to my ring for a while, to give the two of you some private time?” Lynn asked, “Are we that obvious?” “Well, not really, but I can hear Lee’s thoughts, and they certainly point toward things usually done in private,” Laresa answered, twitching her eyebrows. She was having as much trouble keeping her eyes off Lynn as Lee was. “Can you hear my thoughts?” Lynn asked, looking the genie over. Laresa shuddered from the sensation of need coming from Lynn. “I can pick up certain impressions, but I can only see your thoughts in full if my Master orders me to.” “Let her, Lee,” Lynn said in a soft, sultry voice. “Okay, I wish for you to be able to read Lynn’s mind,” he said, not really catching on to the chemistry flowing between the two women. Laresa gasped and threw her head back when the full force of Lynn’s desire slammed into her. Lynn immediately walked over to the Djinn, leaned in, and kissed her passionately. “Oh my,” Lee laughed. “Looks like somebody’s getting a special Valentine’s present. Maybe you’d better make it so Garion can’t hear anything going on in here, and so we will know if he wakes up again.” When she waved her hand and moaned something that sounded like an answer into the kiss, Lee assumed the genie had fulfilled his wish. Lynn pulled away from the kiss, and immediately reached over to tug on the waistband of Lee’s underwear. He moved closer, and Lynn wasted no time pulling them down away from his throbbing erection. He kicked the briefs to the floor, and Lynn took Laresa’s hand, wrapping it around his cock. He let out a pleasure-filled groan as the genie’s soft hand stroked over his flesh. In the blink of an eye, the clothing Lynn and Laresa wore vanished, to appear in neatly folded stacks on an end table. Lynn let out a sexy chuckle, and then bent to kiss the genie’s neck.

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May 23rd, 2057 11:24 am PST Like a spy cloaked against its enemies, three small spiked shapes danced unnoticed by the neighboring cells floating in the culture dish. Dimmed light from the monitor lit Dr. Campbell’s face while he watched the movement of the magnified sample. Computers hummed in the darkened room, providing power to the algorithms that automatically tracked and recorded the specimens. Dr. Campbell cleared his throat before speaking. “Allie, begin recording. Adenovirus Infection Test Number 689. This sample is from Batch 23-A and I’ve recoded to hopefully prevent the previous disruptions of the cell wall. I’ve introduced the virus into the sample of cells and am- hang on, here we go. Allie, mark affected displayed cell as a-1, please. ” One of the spiked viruses attached itself to a cell and Dr. Campbell watched quietly as the tiny structure decomposed after delivering its payload. Mentally, Dr. Campbell counted slowly while watching the larger cell. When he passed ten seconds, he smiled; when he reached thirty, the normally restrained man felt like laughing. “Allie?” the doctor said out loud. A soft feminine voice purred in response, “Yes, Dr. Campbell?” “Status on a-1, please?” The small array of computers silently ran a series of tests while he waited. Once completed, the AI gave its report. “A-1 shows the modification as described in your test case scenario, Dr. Campbell.” “Beautiful,” the man whispered. “Now… Allie, I need an assistant. Please create a listing for me. Maximum of $5000 for the budget and I want precedence given to the local university listings. Male or female between 18 and 25 with some experience in biology but nothing beyond either simple interest in the subject or high school classes required. Give the advertisement a seven day lifetime.” “Yes, doctor. The postings have been created and I’ve debited your account for $4503. Shall I keep you notified of potential applicants?” Dr. Campbell tapped his nose in thought. “A daily reminder is fine, Allie.” On the screen, only one adenovirus was left and he watched it attach to another cell. “I need a cryo injection on the samples. And disposal. Have my car ready and notify my office that I’m on my way.” “Yes, doctor,” Allie responded. Dr. Campbell stood and knuckled his back. “And, Allie, once the samples are disposed, please roll back to the save point created at 7:00 am this morning. That includes all data.” A faint hiss announced the destruction of the samples currently on display. Dr. Campbell watched as the small tray was carefully lifted by a delicate metal arm. Five seconds later, a cheerful ‘ding!’ sounded over the room’s speakers. “Good morning, Dr. Campbell,” Allie announced. Following routine, the man answered, “Good morning, Allie.” “Dr. Campbell, you’ve received two emails regarding applications for an assistant’s position. I’ve located advertisements listed in eleven different resources on the Internet. Would you like a summary of the applicants and their qualifications?” Dr. Campbell could almost hear the frustrated surprise in Allie’s voice; a frustration that could never exist in her electronic brain. “Not at the moment, Allie. Please set up a daily notification at 5 pm.” “Yes, doctor,” the voice replied. —– The young woman in front of the large glass desk fidgeted nervously and Dr. Campbell watched while she did. The girl alternated between biting her lip, rubbing her hands and setting her hands on her lap. Her eyes strayed to the large animal sitting alertly at the side of Dr. Campbell’s desk. She was an average looking girl with a small chin and a slightly pointed nose. Her blond hair was held back in a ponytail and her hazel eyes darted nervously around the room. Without makeup or revealing clothes, she’d fade into any crowd; neither pretty nor ugly. “So,” Dr. Campbell said. The young woman jerked minutely, bringing her eyes back to the man. “Trisha, isn’t it? What do you know about our company?” Trisha swallowed and then bit her lip again before answering. “There’s not much I could find, actually. Umm. You, well, your company, Alpha Gen, I mean, works with animals-” “Wolves,” Dr. Campbell interrupted. “Y-yes,” Trisha continued. “Wolves. You work with wolves. And, umm, gene therapy. So, not much? The search bots all came up with the nearly the exact same mission statement. It was, umm, sparse. No history of the company, no products, no list of employees or anything.” “And? What do you think we do?” The young woman fumbled at her fingers in her lap and then glanced at the wolf again. “I- I think you modify the wolves in some way. Probably government work. Maybe stronger? Faster? More loyal? For the police and such?” Dr. Campbell stared at the woman and she wondered if she’d made a mistake by asking a question. “You are basically correct in your assumptions. I founded this company with Dr. Schneider and we’ve done an immense amount of work with the canine genome and are pioneers in identifying key aspects of the genetic code and either encouraging or discouraging certain aspects of the genetic code. All according to our client’s specifications. As you’ve said: strength, speed, loyalty, obedience, fearlessness, aggression and more. We were the first to fully sequence and understand the common wolf genome and we’ve only grown our understanding from there.” The silence stretched between the two as Trisha wondered if she was supposed to say something. Again, Dr. Campbell allowed the woman to squirm uncomfortably. He’d always been fascinated by the little tics and mannerisms people displayed under pressure. Even more, he enjoyed having power over people. As with the animals, asserting control needed to be done quickly and firmly. A gentle ping signaled an incoming secure, bringing Dr. Campbell out of his reverie. The almost invisible, razor-thin bone conducting speakers near his ears relayed Allie’s voice to him without letting the young woman know anything was happening. “Dr. Campbell,” the AI said. “I’ve completed my initial research. Trisha Renee Adams. Born August 3rd, 2038 at Mercy Hospital in Brooklyn, New York. Her parents both died in a car accident when she was five years old. The incident was blamed on the flaws in the third generation of fully auto-piloted vehicles. She lived in foster care from escort avcılar that point on. Her psychological profile shows her as insecure, submissive and easily adaptable. She was physically abused, non-sexually, four years ago by her foster father but, when questioned by police, she dropped the charges. Further investigation on my part shows a link between the father, Terence McMillan, and the local precinct. Nothing was filed but they moved her to keep suspicion from developing. The University of Washington was her first and only choice of college. Rental agreement records show she moved here from New York one week ago.” “Do you like animals, Ms. Adams?” Dr. Campbell asked. Trisha’s face positively glowed as she answered. “Yes! I love animals! Especially dogs. My family, well the family I lived with when I was ten, had a husky and I spent all my time with her. I’m actually starting at UW for veterinary medicine next quarter. I’d love a chance to work with dogs… I mean wolves while going to school.” Dr. Campbell smiled. “Well, Ms. Adams, I do believe you’ll get your chance. The job is yours if you want it.” —– August 9th, 2057 6:17 pm PST The contoured black chair creaked as Dr. Campbell leaned back, massaging his temples. “Allie, prep another sample. Rotate to Batch 83-d and mix when ready. I want solution Number Six standing by in aerosol form this time.” Allie responded immediately. “Yes, doctor. Estimated completion time in two minutes, thirty-three seconds.” Machinery moved, whirring and hissing as samples were destroyed, removed and exchanged. So close, he thought. Twenty-three years of work and I’m finally so close. The affected cells respond to the virus and the code is stable. Why won’t it activate? What am I missing? Allie’s soothing voice filled the room. “Doctor, the solutions are ready.” Still with his eyes closed, Dr. Campbell answered. “When the payloads are all delivered, activate the aerosol.” Barely twenty seconds later, the older man heard a faint hiss as the solution was released into the enclosed area containing the culture dish. After a few minutes, Dr. Campbell leaned forward to look at his display. His eyes widened in shock. “Allie! Replay from the beginning!” The doctor’s display reset itself and he watched as the viruses delivered their tailored payload. The time at the bottom-right of the display flickered as milliseconds passed. After seventy-four seconds, the cells began dividing at a frenetic pace until the fluid in the dish was entirely drained. Swallowing to clear a suddenly dry throat, Dr. Campbell stared at his screen. “Allie, what is the status of the cells?” It took nearly a full minute for the powerful AI to respond. “All cells carry the modified genes, Dr. Campbell.” “Oh my god. Allie! I did it! This- I did it, Allie!” Dr. Campbell stood from his chair. “Allie, warm up the back areas and wake up the rats. Start the bacteria working on more of Solution Six. I’ll need at least five gallons of it.” —– Trisha sighed. Two weeks since my birthday, she thought. And I still haven’t worked up the nerve to talk to anyone. So, here I sit doing paperwork. They promised animals! Although… wolves? I’ve never done anything with wolves before. Glancing at the corner of her monitor, Trisha noted the time and then rubbed her eyes. “Cecilia?” Trisha called out. “Yes, Trisha?” Alpha Gen’s AI answered. “Could you please have a public car called for me? I’m going back to my apartment.” “Yes, Trisha. Transit responds with an arrival time of 4 minutes, 24 seconds. I’ve informed your apartment AI of your arrival in approximately 12 minutes. Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Adams.” “Thank you, Cecilia,” Trisha said. The young woman collected her bag as she left her desk. Cameras with an array of sensing equipment worked to track her progress. Soft overhead lights silently powered down as she left various areas of the empty office. Trisha stepped outside to wait for her car. Bicycles raced past in their designated lanes while public and private cars wove around each other. Trisha stepped to the curb and watched the flow of traffic while she waited. Seattle was slower than back home but she preferred it here. Less people, less in-your-face noise and activity. She’d often felt like she’d had no room to breathe on the east coast and escaping here seemed like the best option. A small red and white car separated from the stream of traffic. She watched as it gently and noiselessly parked next to her. She was used to the color pattern of the public cars by now but the image of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. left no doubt. The small, smooth oblong shaped car dinged cheerfully as she approached and the front of the car pushed up and forward, exposing the single cushioned seat within. Trisha carefully arranged herself and the car closed around her with a faint hiss. The five point restraint system settled solidly around Trisha and she closed her eyes against the feeling. “Breathe deeply,” she reminded herself. “Slow and steady, in and out. Slow and steady. Slow and steady. You’re okay. You’re okay.” She felt her heart racing as the car pulled away from the curb to insert itself into the flow of traffic. Seven years ago, a foster family decided that they would physically restrain her when they felt like she’d misbehaved. For two years she’d lived them, screaming and crying for hours when they left her tied up all night. Even now she still panicked from something as simple as a car restraint system. A soft female voice spoke over the car’s audio system. “Welcome to King county public transportation with partial funding from Google. Please, visit their website for more information.” The limited intelligence of the cloud based AI paused as it looked up her information. “Trisha Adams, would you like to view top news stories listed as relevant based on-” “Yes,” Trisha hissed through her teeth. “Anything to distract me.” Unseen to her closed eyes, a small video appeared on an overlay of the front window. A male voice, not human, spoke over the muted roar of a large crowd. “Protestors and human rights activists clashed with Russian police this morning over recent remarks made by Russian president, Alexander Putin.” The seasoned voice of the simulated news host was replaced by a dour, heavily escort bahcesehir accented voice. Trisha couldn’t understand Russian but the English translation followed the speech. “Homosexuality is an aberration of society. I will round up all suspected homosexuals and-” Trisha waved her hand to the right and the news feed vanished. Maybe not anything, she thought. The rest of the ride was nearly silent and the young woman focused on her breathing. She’d often wondered why the car ride itself didn’t bother her but she thought that perhaps she was too young to remember anything about the crash that took her parents. Her car announced her arrival and Trisha eagerly exited when it opened for her. She hurried through the front door of her apartment complex and then up the two flights of stairs to her room. The door registered her arrival and opened automatically for her. She pulled it shut and then lay back, nearly gasping in relief. She could still hear the sounds of people outside but they were outside and she was home and safe and by herself. “House,” Trisha said (she always renamed her shared apartment AIs to ‘House’). “It’s too bright in here.” The windows darkened and the overhead lights dimmed slightly in response to the command. Trisha made her way to the small bathroom just inside the door. With deft, practiced moves, she removed the small amount of makeup she used. Mostly to hide her nearly constant fatigue; sleep never came easily to her. After a quick look in her small closet, Trisha grabbed her favorite pair of cotton pants. Rummaging further, she found an oversized black shirt and then quickly changed out of her work clothes. “Rocket ship jammies? Check,” she said to herself. “Old tattered comfy shirt? Double double check. Now where the hell did I put my tablet? Ah!” Trisha pulled her tablet from under a stack of papers and then settled in under her blankets on the narrow bed she used. Detaching the small stylus from the device, the young woman resumed her calculus coursework with a sigh. Two hours later as the sun finally set, Trisha received a small message notification on her tablet. The message was from Cecilia at Alpha Gen: Ms. Adams, tomorrow you will be working with Dr. Thompson and her training group. Please arrive on time at 7 am. Trisha smiled. Dr. Sheila Thompson worked directly with the animals. She’d seen a few more of the wolves by now but she’d not yet had the chance to interact with them. It’d taken a bit of time but she’d overcome her fears after watching the large animals calmly walk around the facility. Never once did one of the animals step out of line or misbehave. She was fascinated. They were larger than wolves she’d seen on video and they walked with a majestic, sure purpose. None of them were on leashes but when a command was given, they acted immediately as if that was what they’d intended to do all along. The night passed as it almost always did and Trisha eventually settled into troubled sleep. She tossed and turned, muttering under her breath, fragments of old conversations becoming vocalized. Begging to be let out, for someone to untie her. Whimpering quietly, she woke as soon as the apartment AI slowly turned on the overhead lights to a comfortable morning level. At the same time, it picked a random selection of her favorite Chopin and gradually increased the volume. Trisha sighed and swung her legs over the edge of the bed as the windows lightened to let in a fraction of natural light. “At least,” she grumbled. “At least I get to finally see the animals today.” —– Dr. Campbell sat nervously at his desk. It was an odd sensation for him and one not felt since completing his final thesis. With a glance at the time (6:58 am) he stood and made his way to the front. Allie whispered in his ear as Trisha’s public car pulled to the front and he forced himself to walk nonchalantly past the car. The young woman seemed taken aback when she stepped out of the small vehicle. “D… Dr. Campbell. Good morning,” Trisha stammered. “Ah, Ms. Adams. Good morning. I was on my way to the coffee shop when I got a call from Dr. Schneider. Dr. Thompson was called away for a customer meeting and I’m told you were meeting with her today. I’m sure I can find a few things for you to do around the office in her absence.” “Oh, that’s… oh. Okay. Sure, that’d be great.” The older man sighed sympathetically. “I’d forgotten that you’ve been waiting to work with our wolves. It is perhaps against procedure but, if you like, you could visit my home. I have two of our wolves as guards while they wait for placement.” Trisha considered her options. She had no classes today so she could either spend an entire day staring at the screen or she could go out for some fresh air and actually see what the wolves were capable of doing. All she knew about them was from a much sanitized presentation and the various bits of whispered gossip around the office and she was dying to learn more. The only problem she had was Dr. Campbell. He was remote and rarely around but, when he was, she felt nervous. Something about him set her nerves on edge. However, he hadn’t mistreated her so… “I’d love to,” she told him. Dr. Campbell felt a nervous tension leave his shoulders. “Wonderful. Why don’t you buy yourself a coffee and I’ll bring my car around and meet you when you’re finished. I’ll be just a moment.” Dr. Campbell watched Trisha walk away. “Cecilia?” He said out loud. The Alpha Gen AI answered over the man’s private headphones. “Yes, Dr. Campbell?” The man talked as he walked towards the company’s small parking garage. “Trisha Adams just met me outside and informed me that she’s leaving her position. Could you please make an advertisement for a replacement and inform Dr. Thompson? Also, please have my car meet me at the parking entrance.” “Yes, Dr. Campbell. Trisha Adams’ access rights are now revoked and I’ve updated our records. Will you be in the office later today? I cannot seem to find a record of your events.” “No,” he told the computer. “I have a potential meeting with the Seattle police department in one hour. Non-official and it may be canceled. If so, I may come back to the office or just take a day to myself and shop. I do have my sabbatical coming up so I may just prepare for that, instead. beylikdüzü escort Allie will inform you of any changes.” “Very good, Dr. Campbell. Good luck on your meeting, sir.” The parking garage gate opened and Dr. Campbell’s black sedan drove through the opening. Dr. Campbell walked over to the driver’s side and the door popped open for him. Taking the manual controls, he turned onto the street and drove the short distance to the small coffee shop three blocks from his building. Trisha was waiting near the curb with a small iced coffee drink. Dr. Campbell slowed to a stop and the passenger door opened. The young woman settled into the leather seat and then buckled herself. “Are you ready?” Dr. Campbell asked. “Yes, sir!” With a small smile, Dr. Campbell accelerated away and into traffic. “Glad to hear it,” he told her. “Very glad.” “I’m surprised,” Trisha said. Dr. Campbell glanced to the side. “At what?” “Well, that you’re driving. I thought, well, no offense but I thought with a man of your stature, you’d rather let the car drive.” “Ah,” the man said. “No. I like to drive, actually. When the auto systems take over, you’re just a passenger and there’s no control. There’s no variance. The car takes exactly the most efficient path and adjusts itself to ensure the rest of the traffic also moves efficiently. When I’m driving, the other cars move around me. I pick the path and direction and how fast I want to go.” “So you like the control, then?” Again the man glanced sideways. “Yes. Yes, I suppose that’s true.” The rest of the car ride was in silence as they sped along the interstate. Trisha watched as massive concrete highways turned to tree lined single lane roads. Houses stretched further and further apart as they drove deeper into the countryside until, finally, the doctor turned onto a tiny dirt road. Large brick walls were partially hidden behind trees and bushes and the automated gate blocking their entrance seemed to be made of solid metal. The doors swung open to welcome the car. Just inside the gate was a massive red wolf. Calm and serene, it watched the car pass. “That,” Dr. Campbell said. “Is Rex. I’ve had him for a year now.” The wolf’s head turned as the car passed. “You said there were two of them?” Trisha asked. “Yes. Umbra will be stalking us. He always does. Rex is there to let us know we’re seen while Umbra follows, hidden. They will both follow us but Rex will always be visible. He seems to enjoy it – making himself known.” Rex frightened her immediately. His eyes were hard and when the car had passed, the wolf simply stood and trotted alongside the vehicle. The car rolled to a stop in front of a palatial three story house. “Stay in the car for a moment.” Dr. Campbell opened his door and stepped out. He held his hand flat down and said in a clear voice, “I’m fine.” Rex sat back once again. “All right, Ms. Adams, you may come out. Please come here to my side.” Trisha slowly eased herself out, her eyes warily on the large wolf. Stepping around the front of the car, she went to Dr. Campbell’s side. Rex was even larger now that she stood in front of him. The male seemed taller than any Great Dane she’d seen (the largest dog breed she’d seen in person) and far more muscular. Rex’s ears stood tall and alert. “Rex,” Dr. Campbell said. “She’s a friend. A guest.” The man laid a hand on Trisha’s arm while she spoke. “Now, Trisha, keep your eyes on his and give him your hand. He had your scent when we pulled in but it’s symbolic. Just keep your eyes on his while you do it.” Trisha nervously held out her hand. The wolf had beautiful eyes; golden with small shards of green. She found herself caught in his gaze as she reached. Dr. Campbell touched her arm again. “That’s fine,” he told her. “It’s just a gesture. He’s not actually going to sniff at your hand. We can go now, Ms. Adams. I’ll give you a small tour of the house and then you can spend some time with them.” Once inside, Trisha became lost as Dr. Campbell rattled off one piece of architecture after another. Paintings and statues and rugs covered the entire house but all she could think about were the wolf’s eyes. They seemed almost human to her. “Ah,” Dr. Campbell exclaimed. “I nearly forgot. If you’re going to be working with the wolves I’ll need to give you a little inoculation. It’s a simple precaution that we do for all of the handlers. I myself received the same one.” “Inoculation against what?” Dr. Campbell shrugged. “One of the enhancements in the wolves is a mild paralytic agent in their saliva. We’ve seen that repeated intramuscular injections of the agent is able to cause tissue deterioration. Of course, that was after hundreds of doses but why take the risk? Make yourself at home while I find my kit. There’s still a bit more to show of the house.” Trisha looked around the large kitchen after Dr. Campbell walked away. Everything was spotless and she envied him for the amount of space he had. A large kitchen island dominated the center of the area. Stainless steel pots and pans hung from the ceiling above the island. Glass jars full of pasta and flour and dried fruits and vegetables covered a large area of counter space. Trisha was examining a delicate helical sculpture at the center of the island when Dr. Campbell walked back in. “Now,” he said. You’ll want to sit for this. There may be a brief period of nausea and sweating after the injection but only for a moment and then it will pass. Roll up your left sleeve a little please.” Trisha sat and braced herself. The needle stung going in but the pain was engulfed in sudden warmth. Spreading from the point of injection, the heat moved throughout her body. Beads of sweat broke out all over and she almost wished she’d taken a change of clothes. When the warmth spread to her head, the world spun around her. Everything seemed upside down and wrong and then she felt a cool sensation on her cheek. Trisha shuddered and then realized she had her head down on the tile of the kitchen island. When she tried to move, the room spun dangerously again. “Is it bad?” Dr. Campbell asked. “It’s… it’s…” Trisha’s tongue felt weird in her mouth and she had to force herself to close her eyes so she wouldn’t throw up. “Don’t you remember yours?” “It’s… different for everyone. What does it feel like to you?” “My tongue feels odd and thick. Everything is too hot. I’m sweating so much and if I move, I think I’m going to throw up. Wait. Wait, I think it’s better.” Trisha gently moved and, when the world stayed in one place, she sighed in relief.

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Skuld was pleasant as always, but I could also sense that she looked at me with genuine affection and appreciation for leaving my old life behind for her. In troll society, as it was when humans still practiced it, magic was considered feminine, something uncontrollable and dangerous, just as the female spirit. There were no sorcerers, only sorceresses, avcılar escort bayan two headed axes, respected and feared. As a female, Skuld had some knowledge of the magics of her people. She understood what was necessary and did all the arrangements for my upcoming change. The magical secrets were kept by a few of the oldest troll hags, but all girls and women had to some degree been familiarized with the basics. Everything depended upon different herbs and ingredients meant to stimulate the forces dwelling in all things. She filled me in on what I needed to know and nothing more. I would be given a potion to prepare my soul for the dying of my body and release unto a new vessel. As a stroke of irony, there was only one person who knew how to make such a drink. She was Burr’s own mother, but Skuld assured me that everyone who was allowed intimate knowledge of troll magic held their secrets and integrity higher than anything else. To misuse the magic would mean to rebel against the forces of nature themselves. I had a hard time trusting her words. I was going to die, and was more than uneasy at leaving it in Burr’s influence. Finally, the night came, and Skuld led me from our home and down a series of corridors. I could see beylikdüzü escort bayan other trolls moving in the same direction through every intersection and crossing. There weren’t many big occasions in my new society. Clearly, this was something everybody wanted to witness. The air slowly became colder and less damp, and I realized that we were on our way outside. My heart rejoiced as we stepped through a large opening in the rock. Finally, after so many weeks I was allowed to breathe fresh air once more. A pang of remorse came over me as I remembered that I was soon to become a troll. Breathing fresh air didn’t matter anymore. My life on the surface was over. All the dwellers of the underground kingdom were standing before us, circling a small lake bordered by moss and peat. The blue-white moon was sending its cold beams towards us, covering everybody in a sheen that reminded me of the soft cover of newly fallen snow. The black chasm of water before me currently acted as a stage for the elves, gliding effortlessly across the surface in a twirling, smoke-like dance, whispering barely audible, incoherent words to each other. An old crone moved towards us and offered me a golden cup filled to the brim with a dark brown, esenyurt escort smoking brew. I could smell the characteristic scent of wild garlic and pine bark through a mixture of various herbs and minerals. I had dreaded this moment ever since I decided to join Skuld’s people, and with tears in my eyes I emptied the cup, making sure to catch every last drop. She watched me with her crystal clear, blue eyes, filled to the brim with water. My own eyes were like rivers, sending torrents of tears down into the dark pond. Determined to get this over with, I followed my fiancée’s instructions and leapt heedlessly into the dark water. Silvery bubbles rose to the surface as I emptied my lungs and felt my body slowly begin to sink into the blackness. The last thing I saw was Skuld’s white dress sparkling in the moonlight as she slowly faded from view, replaced by sheer darkness and panic. I tried to release the pressure to my nose and sinuses, but nothing could be done about my emptied lungs. As my body began to scream for air, I panicked and felt my heart beating rapidly. I knew this was part of the change, but fear overwhelmed me and seized control. 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It was Thursday night as I was playing Skyrim that I heard the noise. I lowered the volume and listened to the creaking of the bed overhead. Dad was fucking Mom. The creaking sped up and suddenly stopped. That was fast.I heard footsteps overhead, going into their bathroom, followed by a flush and running water. The steps then went towards the kitchen and stopped. Not heavy steps so I assumed it was Mom. No further noise.I played for another two hours before heading to bed. I thought about jerking off but decided to wait. I knew Karen would be showering in the morning, around seven, and set my alarm for just before seven. I would join her for a either a blow job or a shower fuck, so I needed to save it for her. The thought of Mom getting fucked played in my head as I finally fell asleep with a boner.I jumped as the alarm went off. I listened but the shower was not running. I got up and checked the bathroom -empty. I looked at Karen’s room – door open, empty. She was gone already. Fuck. The footsteps on the stairs caught my attention. Mom came down and looked at me, her eyes dropping to the tent in my shorts, and gave me a smirk.”I wanted to make sure you were up, you can’t be late again,” she said.She was in a blue night gown, almost see-through, and her big tits were fully visible. I could see the black patch of fur between her legs. My hard cock was leaking just looking at her and she could see the wet spot developing on my shorts as she continued. “You just shower, quick, and get dressed,” she instructed, “breakfast is on the table.”I jumped in the shower and blew my load as soon my soapy hand touched my cock. “Don’t waste time in there,” she scolded. Fuck, she was standing there in the bathroom.I finished up and stepped out of the shower to find her gone. I dried off, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I grabbed my bag and went up the stairs to the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, drinking from a steaming mug, with her legs crossed at the ankles. The sunlight from the window behind her made her nightgown almost disappear.”Sit down taksim escort and eat or you will be late.”I sat down and devoured the toast, eggs and juice. My eyes were on her the whole time as she stood there, sipping her coffee, in the sunlight. I was hard enough to split diamonds. She uncrossed and crossed her legs slowly while I ate, a little grin on her face, her big jugs jiggling each time she moved.I got up, sporting a huge boner, and grabbed my bag to leave.”Don’t forget to kiss your mother goodbye,” she said.I haven’t done that for at least five years. She didn’t move as I approached her and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. She moved her face and put her mouth on mine, kissed me, and then I felt her tongue run over my lips. I came in my pants with a little moan.”Well, you better go change fast,” she giggled, “unless you want to be… uncomfortable… all day.”I ran downstairs and pulled my jeans off. Fuck, cum all over. I wiped up, changed my shorts and jeans and headed back upstairs. As I headed for the door she called again.”Hang on a moment,” she said, “it will be just you and me for supper tonight.””Oh?” I responded.”Your sister is going away with her friends to the beach for the weekend.””What about Dad?” I asked.”He is going on his annual fishing weekend trip with his buddies, remember,” she replied, “so it will be just you and me.””All weekend?” I croaked hoarsly.”Yes, all weekend. Now get going.”***When I got home the truck and boat were gone. The Old Guy was gone fishing. Mom’s car was missing, too. I had hoped she would be home already. I went in the house and was surprised to see her sitting on the couch, sipping a glass of wine, waiting for me.”Your sister borrowed my car,” she explained, “and there is a taxi coming in… 15 minutes.””A taxi?” I asked in confusion.”You and I are going out for dinner,” she stated.She stood up and my jaw dropped. She was wearing a curve-hugging, cleavage-showing short blue dress. And high heels. My cock leapt to life at the sight of her.”Go and put on your nice clothes,” she instructed, “and beşiktaş escort brush your hair. I have a tie and jacket for you to put on.””Really?” I mumbled.”Yes. They are your Dad’s… and they will fit you well. If you want to go on a date with me you will have to look nice.””A date… with you?” I asked in surprise.”Yes,” she stated, “a date.”I washed up fast, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, brushed my hair and put on some of the aftershave I had got last Christmas. I hoped she liked it, Karen had given it me, and I had never used it before. I ran up the stairs.She held out the tie for me. I looked at it. “Fuck, how you put this on?” I said to myself. She took it back and stepped close to me, lifting my collar, and sliding the tie around my neck. I could smell her. Fuck, she smelled so good. She pushed her tummy into my bulging pants as she did the tie for me. Fuck, her big tits were bulging out right in front of me. I was sweating.She handed me the jacket and I put it on. Fit perfectly, too. She finished her wine as the taxi pulled in the driveway.”Let’s go,” she said as she gestured to the front door.”Mom, you look so… beautiful… so…” I mumbled sheepishly.”So smoking hot?” she teased.”Yes,” I nodded. My aching cock agreed.The evening was a blur. In the cab her skirt was up, showing her thigh, and the driver kept his eyes on the mirror. I was sure we would crash. At the restaurant the waiters were like fucking flies, buzzing around, as she flirted and showed herself off. “Your dad never takes me here… too fancy,” she stated, “but I like it.”Dinner was over as soon it began and we were back in a taxi on the way home. She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it.”You were very charming tonight,” she purred, “a real gentleman. Girls love that.””Why did that one waiter keep looking at me weird?” I asked.”I told him you were my date when he asked if you were my son,” she giggled. “I think he was jealous.”She winked. I felt a rush of pride.Once home I walked to the door and opened it for her. She brushed against me as she went throught the door. She told me take off my shoes and the jacket and sit on the couch. She went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of wine. I looked at her as she handed me one of them.”It’s okay,” she assured me, “you can drink it. I know you sneak beers anyway.”She sat next to me and put her hand on my thigh, leaned in, and starting talking into my ear in a low, growly voice.”Remember last Sunday, in your room, with your sister?”I swallowed some wine before croaking out a yes.”Well, that was for your sister’s benefit. She can’t get in the habit of letting you fuck her.”I sat and listened in the quiet. I could actually hear my cock hardening as she continued.”If she really wants to, she can masturbate with you, but no more fucking… she can’t risk pregnancy.””O…Okay,” I muttered.I felt her hand slide over my bulge as her hot breath continued to blow into my ear.”Now… since you are… older… and bigger… I think it’s time for you and I to spend more time together,” she continued, “instead of spending so much of your… time… with your sister.”I was about to blow my load when she suddenly stood up. She turned on some music, turned off the kitchen light and lit a candle on the coffee table. I was about to get up, thinking she wanted me dance with her, when she put her foot on my chest. Her toes wiggled as her foot gently pressed into me. Her dress lifted, giving me full view of her thighs and – no panties! Fuck.”Just sit there… and watch,” she instructed, “and keep your hands on your knees.”I did as she said and stared, mezmerized, as she slowly danced in front of me. She moved like a stripper, turning and posing, swaying to the music. Slowly she reached back and unzipped her dress, keeping it up, and turned around. Her back was exposed and I could see more of her ass as she slowly lowered it the floor and stepped out of it.She slowly turned around, her arms covering her chest, and slowly lowered them to reveal herself. She slowly swayed and danced, her big tits swaying, and began to run her hands over her body. She pushed her huge jugs together and put them about an inch from my face and shook her shoulders. She turned around, her ass in front of my face, and bent over.

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Zoe was annoyed and frustrated. Since turning sixteen a few weeks before, she had made it clear to her big brother, Paul, that she wanted him, only to be met with laughter and flat rejections. She had been told often enough how hot she was with her 32B boobs on her slim frame, and a shade under five foot tall. He was eighteen, and everything she dreamed of in a lover, but he showed no interest in her. She sat in her bedroom, with her best friend, Tara, also sixteen with long dark hair. Tara had also been trying for Paul and had been just as brusquely rejected.”Why won’t he do it?” she moaned to Tara, “is it that I am just not attractive?””Of course not,” Tara assured her, kissing her softly and caressing a pert tit, “you are so sexy. Have you asked him why not?”Zoe moved into Tara’s embrace, returning the kiss.”Yes, but he just laughs,” she confided, “and says he is my brother, and it would not be right.””Well that is true,” conceded Tara, “you know it is incest. Sadly, he doesn’t seem to respond to my hints either. You don’t think he might be gay, do you?””No, of course not,” Zoe replied, “he has girlfriends, just none permanent. Maybe he needs it making more clear.””How do you mean,” queried Tara, “what have you got in mind?”Zoe smiled, an idea forming in her devious mind.”What would he do if he came home and found me tied naked in his bed?” Zoe proposed, “would he have me then?”Tara shook her head.”No, he would probably release you,” she told Zoe, “you are still his sister, he would go all ‘big brother’ on you.””Fuck, you are right of course,” admitted Zoe.She thought for a moment.”What if he found you like that in his bed?” she mused, “would he refuse you? And if he does take advantage of you, I could burst in and catch him, then threaten to tell Mom unless he…”Her words trailed off as the two girls started laughing.”I love the idea,” Tara told her, “just don’t come rushing in too soon. If he has me, I want long enough to enjoy him.”Zoe looked at her friend. Near enough the same size as her, so sexy with that deceptive air of innocence boys seemed to love. How could any boy, even her stubborn brother, not want to fuck her if they found her helpless and naked in their bed? The thought made her feel so horny.She pushed Tara back on the bed, reaching under Tara’s short skirt and sliding her panties down. Zoe looked at Tara’s naked slit, and pulled her own panties off, straddling Tara’s head. The two girls buried their heads in the other’s sweet pussy, hands and tongues taksim escort moving in unison, as they licked and teased each other to mutual climaxes which left both girls gasping.”Mmm, I needed that,” Zoe confided, “you taste so good.””So do you,” returned Tara, “you know just where to touch me.””I hope Paul does,” Zoe laughed, “otherwise you will have to give him directions.”They were still giggling when they went downstairs, finding Paul already in the kitchen.”What are you two laughing at?” he asked, setting the girls off again.He shook his head in disgust and walked out.”So you tell your Mom you are sleeping over tonight,” Zoe ordered, “as it is Saturday tomorrow, she will not object.”Tara nodded, then kissed Zoe before leaving. Later that night, Tara and Zoe waited in Zoe’s bedroom for her Mom to go to bed. Paul was out with his mates, as usual on a Friday night. Once they heard Zoe’s mom use the bathroom before going into her own room, they started to get ready.Zoe looked at the clock. Not yet eleven. Paul usually got home around half past. The two girls crept into Paul’s room and Zoe set up her webcam, so she could watch everything that happened in her brother’s room. Tara took off her nighty and lay down on Paul’s bed, putting her arms above her head so that Zoe could tie her wrists to the sides of the headboard.Tara’s legs were pulled apart and fastened in place to the sides of the bed, Zoe using extra cords on Tara’s knees to keep the legs wide. Once done, Zoe kissed her helpless friend, stroking her fingers along Tara’s naked slit, feeling the wetness already there.”If Paul rejects you,” she whispered to Tara, “I am having you like this for the rest of the night, and seeing how much I can make you come.”Tara blushed at the thought, then was covered with the sheet, hiding her from sight. It was about fifteen minutes later that Paul came in. Tara and Zoe heard the front door close, then his footsteps coming up the stairs.”Is that you, Paul?” his Mom called, “Did you lock the door?””Yes, Mom,” he answered, “just as I always do every night. Goodnight.”He used the bathroom, then Zoe heard him going to his own room. There was silence for a few moments, then the sheet was pulled back from Tara, showing her tied naked.”What the fuck?” growled Paul quietly, “what do you think you are doing?””Waiting for you,” Tara murmured, “I thought you might be feeling horny.””I bet this is Zoe’s idea,” Paul surmised, “I don’t know if I should spank you and throw you out, or beşiktaş escort fuck you stiff, you stupid kid.””Do I get a vote?” asked Tara, “because I vote for the second option.”Paul took off his top, dropping it on the floor, then started unfastening his jeans. From the bulge in his boxers, Tara could guess what Paul was going to choose. He stroked his fingers along her slit, feeling the wetness. When he pulled his shorts down, his erection sprang up as though glad to be free.Tara looked at it, taking in the size of the erection, and wondering if it would fit into her tight pussy. Paul lay between her spread legs, stroking along her slit until she was moaning, rocking back and forth as far as her bonds would allow. When his tongue made contact with it, it was all Tara could do to stop herself screaming out loud.He parted her pussy lips, tracing his way along the slit with his tongue, then licking expertly, his tongue and teeth tormenting her clit. Tara tried to hold back, but it was too much for her, and she came, clenching her teeth against the scream, panting hard as her pussy twitched and love juices flooded out.While she lay recovering, Paul reached to his bedside drawer, coming out with a condom. He opened it, sliding it onto his erection.”I don’t think we need the lubrication,” he murmured, “you seem more than wet enough, but we don’t want to take any chances with unwanted pregnancy, do we?”Tara gasped as he entered her, then she was moaning softly as she was fucked for the first time, ‘not counting vibes’ she thought. She was so sensitive after his tongue-fucking her, and she came quickly. Paul paused while she collapsed back onto the bed after arching up towards him as she came.The door burst open, and his sister was standing there. She entered the room, closing the door behind her.”What the fuck…” Paul began.Zoe put a finger to her lips.”Shush, we wouldn’t want Mom to know what you have been doing, would we?” she warned, “and we certainly wouldn’t want all your friends knowing that you fucked a sixteen-year-old, a tied sixteen-year-old.”Paul looked at her suspiciously. “How did you know?” he growled, “besides, she was already tied, waiting for me.””Really?” hissed Zoe, “and who will believe that? The webcam recording just shows you fucking her, after eating her first.””Okay, so what do you want to keep quiet?” Paul asked, knowing she had him.”Nothing much,” Zoe told him, “just what you gave Tara, that is all. Not too much to ask, is it?””So that is what this is all about,” Paul stated, “all because I refused to fuck you.”Zoe nodded happily, seeing the acceptance on Paul’s face.”Well, that and the fact that I get fucked by you any time I want in the future,” she corrected.”And me,” added Tara, “after all, you don’t want me telling anyone about this.”Paul sighed in resignation.”I might have known you would get your way,” he muttered.”Look at it this way, dear brother,” Zoe pointed out, “this way you get two girls to fuck on a regular basis, plus getting to watch Tara and me make out with each other.””Tara and you?” Paul spluttered in astonishment, “you mean you two…”The girls laughed at his surprise.”Oh yes,” Zoe confirmed, “like this.”She climbed between Tara’s legs, feeling her friend trembling. Tara had never been tied and helpless by Zoe, and Zoe had to admit that the idea was turning her on as well as Tara.  She gripped Tara’s hips, licking along the slit until Tara was moaning for her. Zoe’s tongue probed and teased, and her fingers rubbed and Tara was coming again, arching up towards Zoe’s mouth.Paul had stood open-mouthed while his sister had eaten her friend, and his cock was rigid by the time Tara came. Zoe untied her friend, then grabbed Paul’s erection.”Enough talk,” she ordered, “are you going to fuck me, or do we have to tie you down and help ourselves?”The girls pulled him onto the bed on his back, and Zoe climbed onto his erect prick, impaling herself on it fully. Paul gripped her hips, bouncing her up and down on his rigid cock. Zoe could feel every bit of him filling her tight pussy, and she was coming already. Paul carried on though, forcing Zoe higher and higher, and Zoe was bouncing frantically as she came again, this time feeling Paul’s dick twitch and pulsate deep inside her as Paul came.Zoe rolled off him to lie at his side, pulling Tara to lie on Paul’s other side. Paul moved his arms until each of his hands was cupping a firm sexy young ass, squeezing and caressing the young flesh, and forcing soft moans from the girls. Soft hands were stroking his cock and his balls, and he could feel himself growing hard again.Then the two girls were down the bed and his cock was being shared between two mouths. He lay groaning as he was given a blow-job he had never imagined until he was as hard as he had ever been. It took all his willpower to pull the girls away from their fun before they could make him come. They lay back next to him, waiting for him to decide which of them he was going to have next.The idea of having these two as his regular and available fuck-toys was very appealing. He might have known Zoe would end up getting what she wanted.

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Subject: Pounding the Prof, Part 5 Pounding the Prof, Part 5 If you are financially able to do so, please consider donating to Nifty to keep this amazing resource going! fty/donate.html ************************************* I was slightly disoriented when I woke in the morning. Feeling a warm body pressing up against me, it took a moment to remember what had happened the night before. Slowly it came back to me, as I felt the bare flesh pressed up against mine. I lay there for a moment, basking in the memories of the night before and all of the amazing sex I’d had. I’d taken four loads from two hot guys. After going for months with no action other than my hand, suddenly in the past few days, I’d been overwhelmed with sex. All at once, it struck me that I was lying naked in bed with one of my students. I was immediately wide awake. I slipped out of bed and stood there for a moment, feeling a wave of panic wash over me. “Shit!” I said aloud. I walked out to the living room and put on the sweats that I had worn the night before. “Shit, shit, shit,” I thought. I’d gotten myself into a real predicament now, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. While it percolated, I opened my computer and pulled up the class management software from the university. I looked through the student list and found the two guys — Nathan first, and then I figured out that the other guy, the one lying in my bed right now, must be Damion. The coffee was done, so I poured myself a cup, closed up my laptop, and went to sit in the living room to think about what to do. I picked up his clothes off the floor where they’d been tossed the night before, folded them, and set them on the couch. So I’d managed to fuck around with two students now, I thought, both of them twice. One of them, who was probably just a freshman, had spent the night with me. I was in this deep, and I couldn’t think of any way out. I decided that I should start by getting this guy out of my apartment. I set my coffee on the table and went back into my room. “Hey, buddy,” I said quietly, and he didn’t stir. I sat down on the side of the bed and shook him gently. “Damion.” He opened his eyes just a slit and smiled at me. “Hey prof,” he said. “Buddy, you should get going,” I said. He yawned deeply, reached his arms around me, and tried to pull me down. “Get back in bed,” he said quietly. “Damion,” I said and tried to pull away, but he grabbed me — gently but firmly — and pulled me into the bed against him. He rolled me so that my back was to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, closing his eyes as though he were asleep. “Mmmm,” he let out a guttural moan from deep inside and spooned me. “You feel istanbul travesti good,” he sighed. I could feel his cock hard against my back. He started to slowly rub it against my sweats. He used one of his hands to slide my sweats down so that his cock was against my bare ass. “I got some morning wood you gotta take care of,” he said, and he rubbed his cock along my ass crack. He rubbed himself up and down my crack a few times, then he used his hand to tuck his cock under, so that the tip of his cock was touching my hole. “I think Imma hafta fuck this again,” he said. He pushed, but his cock head didn’t slip in. I’d been fucked so much the night before that my hole was shut tight now. I realized that I still had the four loads in my ass from the night before. I grabbed the lube off the table and squeezed some on my hand, then reached down behind and rubbed it on his cock. He pushed again, and I forced myself to relax, and his head popped inside. It burned a little; my ass was worn out and sore. But I forced myself to relax, and he slowly slid inside. He wrapped his arms around me again, and his body felt so nice pressed against mine. His chest was smooth, and his arms around me felt strong. He slowly, gently pushed himself into me, out a little, then slowly back in. “I love being inside you, prof,” he whispered. “I’m gonna make love to you, baby.” He started kissing the back of my neck, nibbling on my ears, all the while slowly and gently going in and out. He smooth legs pressed against mine, and I could feel the thick hair of his bush press against my ass. “You still wet inside, prof. You still got my load in you.” He started to speed up a bit, tightening his grip around my chest. “Imma give you another load. You want my load, prof?” “Yes,” I whispered, beginning to push my ass back against his thrusts. “Tell me you want my load,” he said forcefully. “I want your load,” I said a little louder. “I wanna hear it!,” he said. “Tell me you want it.” “I want your load!” I said in a loud voice. He thrust hard and squeezed my body so tight that it almost hurt. He grunted, an animal-like sound, as he shot another load deep inside me. Once, twice, three times, a pause, then once more. Then he relaxed and loosened his grip around me. “Fuck that felt good!” He sighed and relaxed, and I knew that he would fall back to sleep if he could. “Bud, don’t go to sleep. I gotta get to work,” I said. I slid out of his arms and stood up. He stretched, reaching his arms way over his head against the wall. He was really gorgeous, I thought. His skin was so smooth, and he had just the right amount of muscle on his body. He stepped out of the bed, his long dick, still half-hard, hanging out from his istanbul travestileri body. “You’re Damion?” I asked. “How you know my name?” he asked with a big smile. “You’re in my class,” I said. “You want some coffee?” “Nah,” he said as we walked into the living area, to the kitchen. “You got breakfast?” The way he walked naked through the apartment without any self-consciousness, like he owned the place, was really sexy. He sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, his naked ass on the cushion, his cock dangling in front of him. “What do you want? Scrambled eggs? Toast? Cereal?” “Cereal is good,” he said. I poured him a bowl of cornflakes, poured in some milk, and handed the bowl and a spoon to him. He dove into it as only a teenager could. “Um, Damion,” I started. “We really shouldn’t have hooked up. You’re in my class. It’s wrong.” “Why?” he asked, and I think he was sincerely puzzled. “Well, because I’m your professor. I have authority over you. It could be abusive.” He laughed so hard some cornflakes shot out of his mouth onto the counter. “Abusive? That’s good! I’m the one that fucked YOUR ass, prof, not the other way around.” “It’s not about who fucks who. It’s about the power relations. I could get in trouble. Sex between students and professors is against university policy. If you complained, I could get fired.” He looked a little sad. “I wouldn’t do that,” he said. “Seriously, prof, you don’t have to worry.” He handed me his empty cereal bowl. “Could I get some more?” I refilled his bowl and added more milk and passed it back to him. “It’s not like that, really,” he said, his mouth full. “We didn’t even know you were our prof. We just saw you on Grindr and thought your body looked hot. And it does,” he added, with a wicked smile. He reached over ran his hand across my bare chest. “So, um, how did you and that other guy…” “Nathan? Oh, he was the one that hit you up on Grindr. He lives in my dorm. As was hanging in his room, and we were online…” “Oh,” I said. “We’re on the soccer team together. The team has a lot of fun,” he said with his wicked smile again. “The soccer team?” “Not everybody, but a few of us play around. Nathan’s a senior, so he’s kind of started things, got together the guys he thought were into it. He’s had a few parties in his room. You know, drinks, smokes, and then we have a little fun…” “Damn, that’s hot,” I said, and dick started to tent in my sweats. He reached over and grabbed my cock through the fabric. His cock started to swell again as he held mine. “So you like soccer boys, huh?” I laughed. “Maybe,” I said. “But I don’t think we can do this again. It’s not right.” I took his hand off my cock, and he looked hurt. “Who says?” travesti istanbul he asked. “Didn’t I fuck you good enough?” “Oh man,” I said, “Your fucking is amazing!” Then I asked, “How old are you, Damion?” “19,” he said proudly. “Well, 19 next month.” “Damn,” I said. I’m robbing the cradle, I thought. “Aren’t I kind of old for you?” “Hell no,” he said. “You’re hot! The first day of class when I saw you, I said, like, damn! I got a hot professor!” “So, or you gay or what?” I asked. “I dunno,” he said. “Yes. Probably. I like guys. Have been hooking up with guys since my sophomore year in high school.” “So… Have you been with an older guy before?” “Oh yeah,” he said. “In high school, the first guy I fucked was this guy that lived by me. He was like 40. we did it on and off for a couple of year..” He smiled really slyly and grabbed my cock again. “I got a thing for daddies!” “Daddy? I’m not old enough to be a daddy!” “Okay, Then I got a thing for teachers now.” The whole time we’d been talking, he’d had his hand on my cock, rubbing it gently through the fabric, getting my fully hard again. I took his hand off my cock again and stepped back. “Damion, we shouldn’t do this.” “So you don’t want me?” He had that hurt puppy dog look again. “It’s not that…” “Look,” he said. “I promise I won’t tell. You don’t gotta freak out about it. I promise.” I smiled, remembering that Nathan had said he promised too. “Um, you know it was Nathan who was here before you last night.” “Yeah, I thought so.” He said. “My boy’s a player. He love to get him some tight ass. And you got a tight ass.” He smiled broadly at me. Damion stepped up to me and kissed me, hard on the lips. “Can I take a shower?” he asked. I led him to the bathroom and turned on the water. I went to grab a towel out of a drawer. By the time I’d gotten back, he’d already climbed in the shower and was soaping up. I set the towel on the sink and went to the kitchen to get more coffee and clean up a bit. I could hear him singing in the shower, then the water turned off. A few minutes later, he padded out of the bathroom with the towel tied low around his waist, just showing the top of his bush. It accentuated his muscular abs, surrounding a prominent belly button. Damn, was he hot! He found his shorts and shirt on the couch and pulled them on, put on his white bootie socks, then stepped into his big red shoes. “If you don’t want me to come back, I won’t. But I hope we can have some fun again sometime, prof. You’re fun!” His sincerity was really cute. “We’ll see,” I said. “So … do I gotta just look for you no Grindr, or can I have your digits?” I looked at him. What the fuck, I thought. “You can have my number.” I told him my phone number, and he entered it into his phone. “You can trust me. I won’t tell nobody.” He stepped up to me and kissed me — a long, meaningful kiss. “Thanks, prof,” he said. I opened the front door and he stepped out. I stood there for a moment then headed to the shower.

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I arrived in Washington State, mid-summer for university. I did not know one person. The closest “friend” I had was Max, who lived three hours away. If you haven’t read my other stories, Max is my benefactor, my occasional lover, and my Sugar Daddy. My relationship with him may sound strange to an outsider, and it is complicated to explain.I met Max online, and he was the first person to call me and treat me as a “she,” even before I knew I wanted that. He encouraged me to follow my dreams, and he was the first man to take my virginity. Max is married with children, and I know we will never be together, and that hurt me for a long time, but I have grown to understand that it is not meant to be.Max’s company has given me a full scholarship to the university, and that is amazing, but books, food, and lodging were my responsibility. I found a one-bedroom online, it was a room in a house with a shared bath and main rooms, but it was cheap and walking distance to the university.I met the landlady, Renata. She was gruff, wore too much makeup, and seemed very conservative. She told me she owned many other properties and didn’t live there. Her brother Barry managed the property and lived in the house, and if I had any questions or problems, talk to Barry. Renata didn’t ask if I was trans, and I didn’t tell her. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best I could do at the moment.I found a job as a barista selling coffee at a local coffee shop and got prepared for the daunting task of school.I didn’t go out much, so I was at the house often. Barry never seemed to leave the house, ever. Barry was tall and skinny and wore too short, cut-off jeans, Birkenstocks, and rarely a shirt.  He had a hairy chest and tattoos of skeletons and dragons on his arms. We got along okay, but I would catch him leering at me whenever I left the room.One day I was stepping out of the shower, and the door swung open, it was Barry. He apologized but didn’t leave. He just looked at my naked body and especially my cock.“Jesus, you’re a guy!” He blurted out.I attempted to cover up, but şişli escort Barry pulled the towel away. He looked me up and down.“I have never met a shemale before,” Barry remarked.“Trans girl,” I corrected him, grabbing back the towel.“Sorry, trans,” Barry said.“Is this going to be a problem?” I asked him.“Not with me, but Renata is a prude, and she won’t let you stay,” he told me.“Does she need to know?” I asked.“I can be convinced to be quiet,” Barry said creepily.“What do you want?” I asked carefully.“Well, you can start by taking the towel away and showing me your body,” I said.I reluctantly lowered the towel, exposing my freshly showered and shaved body.“Fucking awesome!” He said, leering at me and moving forward.I put my hands up, pushing him back.“We negotiate first, what do you want for your silence?” I asked him sternly.Barry was taken aback by my assertiveness. He looked at me, considering his requests. “Okay, I get to suck on your cock and lick your asshole. Then you give me a blow job until I cum in your mouth,” Barry stated.“Cumming on my face, not in my mouth,” I told him.“Better,” He agreed.“And nothing else? And you keep quiet?” I told him.“Sure,” Barry agreed.“Alright,” I told him.Barry excitedly pulled off his shorts, and his half-hard cock was covered in thick gray-black hair. He gently moved his hand down my shoulder, examining me, and then lifted me onto the sink, as he sat on the toilet. Barry studied my hardening cock, cupping my balls, and squeezing the shaft. He gave my cockhead a little lick before he put his mouth around it.I was disgusted, but it felt good to have lips on my cock again, it was over three weeks, since my friend, Greg, sucked on me.  He moved his mouth up and down my cock, rhythmically without much technique, but it felt terrific. He tried to move his head down to lick my asshole, but he couldn’t manage it from this position.“Get down and bend over,” Barry said, frustrated.I got down and bent at my hips, touching the floor.“What a perfect pink hole,” Barry said lustfully.Barry slapped my ass, the mecidiyeköy escort spread my bubble-butt cheeks, and tongued my asshole. He swirled his tongue around my tight hole and even pushed his tongue into it. Again, I was conflicted because it felt so good. Barry pushed a finger, then two into my asshole, and I didn’t protest, but I did try hard to suppress my moans. Barry then stood up and grabbed my hips, pushing his cock near my backside, and I pulled away.“We said, blowjob, nothing more,” I reminded him.“Okay,” Barry said, disappointed.Barry stood there with his hands on his hips, almost displaying his cock or me.“Go ahead, it’s not going to suck itself,” He said sarcastically.I folded the towel on the floor and kneeled in front of him. His above-average cock was hard and protruded from the nest of unkempt pubic hair. I decided not to delay and put my mouth around his cock. He had a funky taste but wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I used my hand to stroke his cock while I licked and sucked on his cock head.“Let me see you stroke your cock while you suck me,” I said.I took my hard cock and stroked it back and forth.He looked down and smiled as he pushed his fingers through my hair and held my head, not roughly but with firmness. He started to move his hips back and forth in a fucking motion.“Fuck, baby, you’re going to make me cum!” He announced.I sucked a little more before taking his cock out and jerked his cock. I pulled his cock quickly as I looked expectantly for his cum. Barry then slapped my hand away and grabbed his cock, and stroked it himself. He held the back of my head as he let out a series of grunts, before shooting his thick white cum onto my face.“Beautiful,” he said, looking down at my cum-covered face.I took the towel and wiped my face and stood up.“Thanks, that was great,” he said, “You didn’t cum,” he added.“I’m good,” I said.“The least I could do is jerk you off,” Barry offered.“No, I’m good, thanks,” I declined.“Okay then, I offered,” he said.“So, we are good then?” I asked, “You won’t tell your sister about me?”“Nope, we have a deal,” Barry said.We left the bathroom and never really spoke of it again, but he smiled at me more and brushed against me more often after that.—-About a month later, I started full time at the university, it was a lot harder and more expensive than I was ready for. So many books and programs for my computer that it was very overwhelming.I always thought I was smart, but the people in my classes were next level smart, so I had to work harder than they did. I had to take fewer shifts at the coffee shop, and then at the end of the month, I discovered I didn’t have enough money for rent.I carefully avoided Barry for the first few days of the month until he barged into my room without knocking.“Renata just gave me shit; You didn’t pay your rent this month,” Barry snarled.I turned toward him, picking up a pillow for protection.“I know, I’m sorry, I just ran out of money this month,” I apologized.“That’s bullshit,” Barry said, “She wants me to kick you outright today,”“No, you can’t, I don’t have any place else to go,” I pleaded. “I don’t know what to say. Renata owns the place,” I said, almost crying.“I’ll talk to her, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded again.Barry’s face softened, and his mind churned, as I knew I might have said the wrong thing.“She’s a cold bitch and only cares about money,” Barry explained. “But I might be able to help you.”“How?” I said, not liking where this was headed.“I will pay your rent, and you help me out,” Barry said with a grin.I knew where this was going, but I needed to understand the terms.“What do you want?” I asked.“I have sex with you, including blowjobs, whenever I want, and I pay your rent,” Barry stated.He was so predictable, but I knew that I would need to do something sexually for him, or I would be out on the street.“We will have sex once a month and one blowjob a week,” I told him.“Forget it,” Barry said, turning to leave.“Okay, what? But be fair,” I asked.“Sex, once a week and two blowjobs a week, and that’s my final offer,” Barry stated.I thought about it, and at the time I couldn’t think of a way out, so I agreed.“Great,” Barry said, pulling off his shorts.“What, now?” I asked.“Yes, right now,” he said, “Turn over.”

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The date did not get off to a good start. I arrived early as always, ordered a drink and found a nice seat outside to enjoy the amazing summer sun that for once was beating down on London. As the minutes ticked by I began to think that I’d been stood up. Suddenly, fifteen minutes late, my phone buzzed with a message apologising but assuring me she was on her way.She finally arrived thirty minutes late and I was taken aback – she had looked very cute online but her picture really didn’t do her justice at all. Despite being flustered she was stunning, about five-foot-two with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes and a brilliant smile. She described herself as thin and was not lying–hers was a tight body with a wonderful pert set of boobs and a high firm butt especially for a forty-two-year-old divorced mother of two. As the drinks flowed we naturally chatted easily as if we’d known each other for years. The occasional flick of her hair or brushing of my arm showed just how relaxed she was in my company. I was captivated by her, and hoping beyond hope that we’d share at least a kiss this evening. Her impeccably lipsticked lips looked so inviting and I couldn’t wait to experience them.She told me how she was brought up in New York, graduated from Columbia and had become a lawyer before moving to London seven years before with her husband. Much like myself, she had divorced a year previously and was starting out in the online dating world.On our third drink, the talk turned to dating and sex, much to my delight. “Have you been on many dates since your divorce?” Maggie asked.“A few,” I replied, “but not many, and how about you?”. Much to my surprise, she said, “This is my first, and I am so nervous.”I assured her she had nothing to feel nervous about and that I was loving her company, which seemed to relax her.She gave a smile and asked, “And how many people have you had sex with since the divorce?”I lied and said, “Just two. You’ve been divorced a year now so how many people have you slept with since then?” “None,” she replied. “In fact, I’ve only ever had sex with my ex-husband.”“You’re kidding!” I blurted out, not managing to hide my shock whatsoever.“No, I’m totally serious. I grew up in a pretty strict Jewish home and lost my virginity on my wedding night,” she stated matter-of-factly.Now I wanted more than ever to not only kiss her plump red lips but to do a whole lot more with this incredible lady. Sadly my hopes were soon to be shattered.“And I won’t be having sex with you either,” she added.Somewhat shocked at her honestly and feeling a little deflated, I cheekily replied, “Tonight, or ever?”A sly smile reignited my hopes that maybe not tonight, but soon, I might just get to see her naked.“Would it be alright if we kissed?” she asked, “but no tongues.”“I promise, no tongues – unless you slip me the tongue first,” I replied with a wink.I leant forward and closed my eyes as her soft warm lips pressed against mine and lingered for a few tantalising seconds before she pulled away. I looked up to see her smiling and preparing to kiss me again, once more delighted as she pressed firmly against my lips. “That was nice. You’re only the second man I’ve ever kissed.”I moved closer to her and felt her hand rest on my right thigh as she moved to kiss me once more. Our lips lingered longer than ever and she released a very şişli escort quiet moan. Our kissing continued for at least fifteen minutes with no sign of her tongue. As we were finishing our drinks I asked if she’d like another one or would she like get dinner.Much to my dismay, she said she should be heading home but would love to meet again soon while her kids were still away with their grandparents. At least the possibility was there for something more and very soon, I thought. She ordered an Uber and I started walking her to the meeting point, then I felt her hand reach for mine. There we were, walking hand in hand like innocent school kids. With only minutes to go until her Uber arrived our eyes met, I brushed a lock of hair from her face and we leant in to kiss. Our lips pressed urgently together and now my hand was on the nape of her neck, then I felt it! Her tongue tentatively pressed forward. I opened my mouth and soon our tongues were gently caressing each other as I pulled her towards me. Our bodies pressed together and for the first time, I felt the firmness of her breasts against my chest. As we parted and opened our eyes I saw her smile and lick a tiny piece of saliva from her top lip.I leaned back against the wall and pulled her towards me, urgently exploring her mouth as she put her hands around my waist tugging us closer together. Just as we were getting heavily into making out her phone rang, jerking us back into reality. Her Uber had arrived and was just across the road from us, the driver watching us making out. As I walked her to her car, hand in hand once more, I thought I’d try pushing my luck even further.“Perhaps I should come with you to make sure you get there safely,” I said.Without missing a beat she replied: “Okay, but you’re not coming inside – I told you we’re not having sex.”“Of course not, I just want to make sure you get home safely,” I replied, secretly hoping that I might still get invited in.The whole journey we were making out with her becoming more and more passionate, running her fingers through my hair, caressing my arms, neck and back and moaning more and more. As we arrived at her house, an immaculate London townhouse, I made sure that we both exited the Uber as I walked her to the door. Reaching the top of the steps she turned and said, “I’ve had a wonderful evening, thank you. I’d forgotten how much fun I can have.” Desperately yearning to feel her body once again I leaned forward, placed my arm around her and drew her in for a kiss. Our bodies pressed tightly together as our tongues danced together one final time. I’m sure she must have felt my raging hard-on against her hip. Our kiss seemed to go on forever before she withdrew and reached into her bag searching for her keys. She opened the door and turned to face me. Expecting her to wish me a good night, I was elated when she instead reached for my hand and led me indoors. This was now beyond my wildest dreams and I knew if I played it right I might just become the second person she had ever fucked.Inside she led me to the living room and asked if I wanted a drink, which of course I accepted. She grabbed a crystal decanter and poured two fairly large glasses of whiskey and came to sit right next to me. She seemed nervous, so I put my arm around her and pulled her tight as we kissed once more. I felt her hand on my thigh, inching mecidiyeköy escort higher and higher – ever closer to my rock-hard cock, but never quite touching it.I could tell she wanted more but didn’t know how to move things forward or was simply too nervous to try. Downing my drink, I stood up and said, “You have an amazing home, why don’t you show me around?”I feigned interest as she showed me her home, hoping she’d take the hint and lead me to her bedroom. Eventually, she did, turning to say, “Other than my husband, you’re the only man ever to be in here,” smiling nervously.“I’m honoured,” I said as I brushed her hair from her face once more and searched for her plump lips. As our tongues teased and caressed each other I tugged her hard against me, making sure to press my throbbing dick against her hip. She pulled me in, and I could feel her hands rubbing my back and reaching down to my butt but still not daring to touch it. Instead, I grabbed her ass and squeezed it firmly, enticing a deep moan from Maggie, and finally her hands clutched my cheeks. Now I knew that she wanted more, much, much more.Mid-kiss I reached up and found the zipper on her dress and began to slowly unzip her, giving her plenty of time to object. With no objections coming, I reached up and pressed my hand into the small of her now-exposed lower back and felt her warm smooth skin against my hand. Slowly our lips parted and I took a step back, freeing her shoulders from her dress while staring deep into her eyes. She didn’t resist at all as her dress fell to the ground.My eyes clearly gave away my delight at what I saw as Maggie smiled and tilted her head coyly at my reaction. Wow, she was even more stunning than I had thought. There she stood in an incredible set of lingerie (which I would later find out was La Perla). A black lacy push-up bra made her 36-inch chest rise ever so temptingly, more like the breasts of a twenty-year-old than a forty-two-year-old. Slowly my gaze followed down her slim figure to a matching black suspender belt holding up sheer black stockings. Her outfit was completed with, of course, a matching lace low-rise thong leaving her smooth, flat stomach exposed. “It looks like you were expecting someone to see this sexy little outfit,” I said cheekily. “Were you hoping to get me here tonight?”.“No, I honestly wasn’t. I wore this to make me feel sexy. I wasn’t even expecting to kiss you tonight.”With that I pulled her close, caressing her back as I kissed her passionately. After a few moments, she pushed me back and began undoing my shirt, rushing the buttons, keen to get me undressed. Her hands explored my stomach and chest, rubbing her palms all over as she smiled knowingly at me. My shirt dropped to the floor as we pressed against each other once more, our kissing becoming ever more passionate as I began lightly kissing and licking her neck. Slowly, tentatively I felt her hands begin moving down from my chest onto my stomach again and reaching for my belt.She quickly had my belt undone but was struggling to undo my jeans, so I lent her a hand undoing the button and pushing them to the ground – ensuring I pushed my socks off as I did so. Now she could clearly see not just the bulge in my boxers but the ever-growing damp patch she was causing. I took her by the hand and led her towards her bed. Before allowing her to sit down I reached around and unclasped her bra. For a moment she pinned her arms against her sides holding her bra in place, as if unsure. Then she moved them and let her magnificent breasts burst free. Even without the push-up bra her tits were firm and seemed to defy gravity, with firm nipples standing proudly erect. Without missing a beat I took first one nipple and then the other in my mouth, rolling it around, teasing that bullet with both my tongue and teeth. My hands grabbed a firm handful and squeezed each boob firmly. As I stood up I pressed my body against hers and felt her now-wet tits sliding against my body. Moments later I felt her tracing a line with her tongue from my neck to my chest, licking eagerly at my tiny but now very firm nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body.Soon I realised that she was heading further down as she took to her knees facing the throbbing cock in my shorts. She nervously took hold of the waistband, sliding my boxers off, letting my dick spring free.“Fuck me!” she said. “It’s huge!”Now I’ve never had any complaints about my size but never considered myself “huge”. My cock is a little over seven inches and pretty thick; combined with trimmed pubes and shaved balls, it has never disappointed – but I was delighted at her response.I simply smiled and guided it towards her mouth, pushing it gently to her lips. Her warm and powerful tongue licked the tip, circling the entire thing as she reached up to stroke my balls. I pulled my cock up, exposing my shaved ball sac to her and felt the warm wetness of her tongue exploring my tight balls that were bursting to unload. I let my dick rest on her cheek as she finished on my sac and licked the shaft, taking it in her hand and slowly rubbing it backward and forward.“Holy shit, you’ve got a foreskin!” she suddenly shouted. I’d totally forgotten the only man she had been with was her Jewish husband, so she had never experienced a foreskin before. I watched as she slowly pulled it to and fro, exposing and then hiding the purple head. I could see the genuine look of amazement and discovery on her face as she tugged on my dick.“Now you’ve played with it, suck it,” I urged her.I watched as she pulled back my foreskin letting the head free, licked it to get it wet once more and then tried to stick it in her mouth. The tip made it in, but before much else, I could feel I was filling her mouth. To give her credit, she did the best she could creating a beautiful warmth and wetness as she tried to squeeze more of my cock into her mouth. Soon she was picking the pace up, bobbing back and forth on my tip while using one hand to slide down my shaft in perfect rhythm and the other hand tugging on my balls. The sight of her beautiful face sucking me as hard as she could whilst playing with my balls was almost more than I could take and I could feel my orgasm building.“I’m going to cum any minute if you keep doing that,” I moaned. Her pace quickened and my cock started twitching – meaning I was seconds from cumming. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, is that okay?” I begged but she just kept going. Then my balls contracted and I exploded in her mouth: first one, then another and another and one final spurt of hot cum shot into her mouth. With the tip of my cock already in there, it was more than she could take and she started to cough as cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and onto the floor. I pulled out of her mouth and she licked the cum from her lips as she recovered and began to stand.

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