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Maddox had never wanted to take over for his father as the Warlord of the Weylin province, but the gods didn’t seem to care what he wanted. There were parts that he enjoyed, such as training and proving himself as a warrior. And of course being the only vampire in the world with the ability to change into a wolf wasn’t bad either.

However, Maddox did not enjoy events such as the one he would soon be attending. Fergus, the Warlord from the neighboring, Barra province, had invited everyone who was important to view his latest purchase. But, he had to go for diplomacy’s sake.

As Maddox strode through the stone hallway, maids and slaves couldn’t keep their eyes off of him. Maddox was around six feet and seven inches tall, with broad intimidating shoulders, shoulder-length auburn hair, and a clean-shaven face that seemed to be carved out of stone, except for soft expressive brown eyes. He felt naked without his weapons, but it would have been construed as a threat if he were to go into Fergus’s chambers with a sword.

When he entered, servants were laying out a lavish lunch of bread, cheese, sweet and savory meats, and several exotic fruits, along with wine. Fergus sat in an ornate chair. The man was tall, but serpentine in appearance with a pointed nose, thin eyes with a yellowish tinge to the iris, a thin mouth, and twitchy mannerisms.

“Maddox! Wonderful to see you!” he bellowed. He turned to a servant that was arranging grapes in a bowl and snapped, “Fetch my new slave.”

Maddox took his seat at the table and quietly thanked the female servant that poured his wine.

A servant returned and handed a black leather leash to Fergus. Attached to the leash was possibly the most beautiful slave Maddox had ever seen.

He was barely more than a boy, with the blackest hair Maddox had ever seen that hung low over his eyes, but spiked in the back. Snakebite piercings sparkled on his pretty mouth. A black leather collar studded with silver was around a thin, delicious neck. His chest was smooth and hairless. Each nipple was decorated by a silver hoop. His stomach looked soft and his navel was pierced as well. He was clothed in tight black leather pants that showed a bulge in his crotch and a nice ass.

The boy shyly scurried to kneel at Fergus’s side.

“Lovely, isn’t he? Just turned eighteen yesterday,” Fergus commented as he piled savory meat and cheese on a bread roll and stuffed it into his mouth.

Maddox nodded. Normally, he preferred females, but occasionally he indulged in a male, and this slave was just his type.

“He Ankara bayan escort cost me quite a lot. Five thousand gold bars. But when I saw him, and learned that he is completely virginal…” Fergus laughed nastily, food spraying from his mouth. “Now, how could I resist that!”

Maddox felt his cock stir in his trousers. The boy had been completely untouched. Not only was he a virgin sexually, but also no vampire had ever tasted him. “What is he called?”

Fergus gestured to the boy because his mouth was full of bread. The boy did not reply, though, and instead nervously sucked one of his lip piercings into his mouth. Fergus swallowed hard and backhanded the boy. The boy whimpered.

“Answer him, bitch,” Fergus hissed.

“Aidan,” the boy whispered. “I am called Aidan.”

When he spoke, Maddox caught a glimpse of a silver and felt his cock swell and harden even more. He wondered if there was any way that he could have the slave for himself, but he knew it was pointless. Fergus was looking forward to deflowering the boy and there would be no way to persuade him not to do it.

Fergus nodded. “I will savor you,” he said huskily.

Maddox glowered.

Fergus turned to address him. “Normally I would fuck him in front of everyone, but this one I think will be a private affair.”

Maddox was glad that he would not have to watch the event.

***

Aidan trembled as he was bathed and shaved for the night. The two female slaves arranged his hair in the way that pleased Master the most.

He didn’t want that man inside him. He knew it would hurt and he was scared.

Aidan was born and raised for this, but he had always fantasized that it would be a strong, beautiful man that would be his master…like that man, Maddox.

Aidan felt guilty for wanting him, but it wasn’t something he could control. He had a desire to taste that man, to touch him in ways he’d only imagined.

He was completely nude, and shone with lavender scented oil, as the women led him to his fate.

“It won’t hurt so bad,” one reassured him.

“It will be over before you know it,” the other added.

“Just picture something nice.”

“Like the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen.”

“Or the most delicious meal you’ve ever eaten.”

Or Maddox, Aidan thought.

The room was full of several people, there to witness the corruption of his innocence.

Master rose and spoke in a booming voice and the crowd was silent.

“Thank you, for coming to witness my first enjoyment of my new slave. Be assured that after the activities, my other lovely slaves will be available.”

The crowd cheered and the noise doubled Escort bayan Ankara when two identical, seductive slave girls clothed in nothing but shimmering golden coins led the nude Aidan to Fergus’s side.

Aidan felt his palms sweat and he looked around for Maddox. Somehow he would just feel better if he could see the beautiful warrior.

Master grinned and reached down to grab Aidan’s penis. Aidan squeaked in surprise, but had the good sense not to bolt.

“Look, he’s shy,” Master joked and the crowd laughed.

Master started to massage him, attempting to make him hard.

Aidan tried to think of something pleasant, when finally he saw Maddox’s hard face. He looked at the man’s strong arms and felt himself start to react.

His penis grew to its full five inches and the crowd began to cheer.

“Masturbate for us,” Master instructed.

Aidan felt himself go pale. How could he? In front of so many people?

He didn’t move, just looked around desperately.

Master chuckled. “Well,” he said. “Looks like my friends will get more entertainment than they bargained for. Fetch my whips!”

Aidan trembled. He was stupid to have hesitated.

***

Maddox struggled to watch and not rush to the boy’s defense, but somehow he managed to restrain.

Fergus had the boy kneel on hands and knees and instructed him not to move. He began delivering the lashes and with each stroke Maddox’s frustration grew.

The boy’s perfect ass was now red and tears streamed from eyes that were hidden by his dark hair.

The flogging continued, to the point where even the horniest members of the audience started to fear for the little slave boy. At that point, Fergus dropped his whip and walked to the front of the slave, grabbing him by his hair and jerking his head up.

Fergus freed his cock from his trousers and forced it down the boy’s throat. As he fucked the boy’s mouth, Aidan gagged and choked, tears streaming down his face. Finally, Fergus pulled out of the boys mouth and squirted white semen all over his face.

Aidan looked to Maddox pathetically before he was led away.

***

Luckily, Master was still angry about Aidan’s hesitation and did not wish to break him in just yet.

Aiden waited until he heard no sounds and then cautiously gripped his throbbing penis. He pictured Maddox’s strong arms around him, his rough hand in place of Aiden’s own soft hand. He started to masturbate, biting at his lip to keep from moaning.

He heard a sound and quickly covered himself. When he saw his visitor he was almost sure it was a dream. Maddox stood by the door, shirtless and glorious. Aidan couldn’t speak.

“Hello, Bayan escort Ankara little one,” he whispered. His voice was deep and rumbling and it made Aidan’s heart beat faster. He was struck stupid and could not even ask why Maddox had come to find him. “Listen closely, little one. I do not wish this life for you. I am going to buy you for myself. I have arranged for a meeting with Fergus.”

Aidan finally found his voice. “Why?” he croaked.

Maddox stroked the side of Aidan’s face. “I desire you.”

Aidan was filled with happiness.

Maddox swept aside Aidan’s messy black hair and looked into his eyes. “Indigo. I knew they would be beautiful.” He brought his strong lips to Aidan’s face. Their breath mixed and Aidan felt like he’d drunk too much wine. Maddox’s lips brushed against Aidan’s and it felt like electricity ran through his veins. Softly, Maddox probed with his tongue and Aidan opened his lips. Maddox started to explore his mouth and lightly sucked at the rod in Aidan’s tongue.

The separated and Aidan could barely breathe. Maddox smiled as Aidan explained shyly. “Uhm…first kiss.”

Maddox laughed and nuzzled Aidan’s neck, taking in his smell. “I promise I will cherish you,” Maddox whispered. “You will be mine.”

Maddox kissed his way down to Aidan’s nipples. He took one ring into his mouth and flickered his tongue over it, and repeated the same with the other. Aidan felt like he could orgasm from just that. His stomach quivered.

“I love how soft you are,” Maddox whispered, trailing hot kisses down Aidan’s delicate skin. He moved the blanket and found Aidan’s fully erect penis. He enclosed it in his mouth and Aidan cried out softly. Maddox handed the blanket up to Aidan to stifle his cries with.

The hot suction on his sensitive area was almost more than Aidan could handle. Finally, with a loud moan, he released. Maddox continued to suck him, removing the evidence of their time together.

Maddox rose and Aidan desperately reached for the bulge at his pants. Maddox smiled but said in a apologetic tone, “I’m afraid I’ve taken too much of a risk already.”

“Please stay,” Aidan begged. “I want to give you all the pleasure that one boy can possibly give.”

Maddox ran his hand through his hair. “Soon, you will be mine.”

***

“Fergus, I would like to make you an offer,” Maddox said, when the meal was halfway gone.

“What is this about?” Fergus asked, his eyebrows rising.

“One of your slaves.”

“Ah.” Fergus nodded. “So you liked the lovely brunette I sent to you?”

“Actually, this is about a male.”

Fergus nodded. “Make your offer, friend.”

“Ten thousand for Aidan.”

Fergus’s face fell into anger. “Are you joking?”

“No. I believe the price is more than reasonable.”

“I will not sell him.”

“Fifteen hundred,” Maddox offered.

“No. That little bitch will be my whore. No one else’s.”

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Thanks for the nice comments from my last story – hope you enjoy this continuation.

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Tom rolled over in bed and pulled the covers up, when he felt a warm firm body spoon him from behind. He smiled sleepily, grabbing Jason’s arm and pulling it around his torso. Jason cuddled in and gently kissed the back of Tom’s neck, causing goosebumps all over his body. Jason felt Tom’s cock harden and press against his back, causing his own penis to stir.

He couldn’t believe how much had changed in his life over the last month, ever since that crazy Friday night when Jason blew his mind and he blew his load. After that initial line was crossed, something flipped in Tom. He didn’t hesitate in that moment, after he recovered, to reciprocate and give Jason a rather sloppy, but enthusiastic blow job.

Tom and Jason didn’t give their changed relationship a label, they just figured that neither had a girlfriend, so they might as well help each other get off. Friends with benefits seemed to fit. They had kept it to jerking each other off and plenty of blow jobs, with occasional making out, but hadn’t progressed further. Although last night was the first night that they had spent the entire night together. Falling asleep skin to skin seemed so natural.

Jason Ankara escort ran his fingertips tenderly over Tom’s bare hip and smiled, feeling his bare skin cover with goosebumps, knowing his touch caused the reaction. His hand reached over further, and he took Tom’s hardening cock in his hand and started stroking the flesh up and down.

Tom sighed, feeling his muscles tighten, as the sensation of Jason’s firm grip working his dick overcame him. He unconsciously started thrusting back and forth against Jason, causing Jason’s stiff cock to slide against Tom’s crack, up and down. Jason’s other hand spread his butt cheeks, and his cock started pushing against his puckered hole. He wanted to tell him to stop, but Jason’s strong hand working his cock distracted him, and when Jason removed his hand and then put it back, wet fingers from his saliva slipping inside him, Tom moaned, helpless.

Jason’s fingers worked in and out of Tom’s virgin asshole, two fingers, then three, then quickly as he pulled them out leaving a gape, slipped the spongy head of his cock, coated with precum, inside. Tom gasped, feeling the slight pain as he was penetrated for the first time, but unable to speak. Jason worked his entire head inside and stopped, giving Ankara escort bayan Tom a chance to stop him. When he didn’t hear anything, he started slowly thrusting, inch by inch, filling Tom. This was a first for them both. His tight ass constricted around him, as he continued to jerk Tom’s cock in rhythm with his thrusts, until his groin was plastered against Tom’s tight ass.

“What do you want me to do,” Jason whispered against Tom’s ear, then licked the edge of his earlobe.”

Tom was on the edge, the pain inside fading and a new desire growing. “You’re already inside me, so don’t stop. Fuck me,” he moaned.

Jason took Tom’s earlobe into his mouth and sucked, as Tom’s body shuddered against him. He pulled fully out of Tom’s ass, and he cried out, as he felt the emptiness.

“Get on your knees,” Jason ordered in a new firm tone. He was in charge now.

Tom looked back at him, licking his lips. “Yes sir,” and did as he was told. He got on all fours, with his legs spread apart wide. Jason reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He poured a generous amount on his stiff dick, threw the bottle back, and moved behind Tom. He rubbed his cockhead against the less puckered hole, and when Tom pushed back against him groaning Escort Ankara in need, he pushed and popped back inside him.

Tom felt like a bitch in heat, needing to be filled again, and drove back against Jason. He started thrusting back and forth, fucking himself against him. Jason grabbed Tom’s waist and just let Tom impale himself, closing his eyes and enjoying the tight grasp of Tom’s tight hole on his rigid cock. Tom felt Jason hit his prostate and lights hit behind his eyes and his cock swelled, ready to spill. The combination of pain and pleasure was almost too much.

Jason felt Tom’s asshole constrict on his cock as he started to come, and he took over, pounding Tom hard and fast until he yelled out, “fuck!” spurting his juices deep inside Tom.

Tom fell forward in total exhaustion, and Jason’s cock slipped out, wet and leaking juices, and he collapsed down on his side, hand possessively on Tom’s ass, still quivering in climax.

After several minutes, Tom turned on his side, facing Jason, and leaned forward to place a tender kiss on Jason’s moist lips. Jason put his hand behind Tom’s head, pulling his head closer, tongue slipping in Tom’s waiting mouth.

They lay there looking at each other knowing something had changed between them, and they couldn’t go back, didn’t want to go back.

“Come here baby,” Jason said, and Tom moved closer to his lover, putting his head on his chest, and closing his eyes. They both fell asleep, completely satisfied.

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It was Friday morning and I was trying to work but I was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate. I was working in the real estate office where I work part-time and being late spring there was a bevy of activity around me, and on my desk. There was a bevy of activity in my mind, and in my pants, too, thanks to Michael.

Ever since he came back into my life, we were friends in high school over 20 years ago and had reunited for a quick lunch about a month ago, my heart raced and my mind staggered with possibilities, fantasies and fear, yes fear. You see, here’s an interesting thing; about a year ago Michael wrote a story called “Love and the Fear Genie,” a story about conquering fear to get to love, and how the two oppose each other. The story really struck a chord with me, it was my favorite of all his stories, at least of that type and I told him that when we had lunch the first time.

It has occurred to me that the story was also responsible for triggering some emotion in me that made me desirous of seeing him again. You see my marriage has gone bad, probably irretrievable so, and I was either looking for a fresh perspective or fresh meat, although the latter was undoubtedly an unconscious need, something that I tried to deny.

I can’t recall the last time my husband Glen and I made love, and I honestly can’t recall what I felt for Michael when we first had lunch, it seems so long ago and far away as they say, compared to my feelings now, but I will say Cleopatra is not the only Queen of Denial. I can admit this, from the time I read that story, something inside me awoke, and although I didn’t know it then, I was receptive to him, only he didn’t know it at first.

His story, and his words since were like a beacon to me, a light shining brightly towards a future, a destiny, that was the word he always used with me, and I knew that was what I needed and wanted, although I did say “ I don’t know what I want”, to him a lot.’ He’s smart enough to know I don’t mean that, in fact the other night we had exchanged some kisses in my car, funny thing at 40 necking in your car like high schoolers, especially with someone you went to school with. Anyway, he told me he knew what I wanted. And when I asked what that was he said, “to be in Love.’ I had to agree with him.

“Melissa, are those ads ready to go to the printer yet?” It was my boss.

“Almost, Mic-, I mean Tim. Give me 15 minutes.”

He nodded and walked away. I shook my head. God, I just need to let him have me and get it over with, I thought. But I was so afraid, the fear genie had me tightly clamped and I wasn’t ready yet, at least not to make love. I might be ready for some action and as I looked over the ads one more time I thought about a fantasy he told me of, him jerking off and me crawling catlike across the floor towards him, finally coming to rest right below his cock, rising up on hind legs enough to perhaps lightly lick his balls. I pictured him naked, God I’d love to see his hard body in all it’s glory, to run my hands along his thighs and to feast of him with my eyes and take it all in to store to memory, so I could have him anytime I wanted in my dreams.

I finished the ads and brought them into Tim’s office and as I walked I felt slipperiness in my crotch. Michael said I looked as if I invented sex, what a nice compliment I thought, but to be honest I kind of felt I had. All I needed was a partner, an equal, both in expertise and desire, and I think I found him, but still was afraid. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him; Michael was a rare man, entirely worthy of my trust and respect. No, it wasn’t about him, this fear. It was mine and only I could beat it. In fact the thing about Michael was he was totally unafraid of intimacy and relationships, he had conquered his Fear Genie, he said.

At our first lunch together he told me the story of his lost love, Karen, and how he had lost her to the fear genie, but how he had triumphed over his and unsuccessfully proposed to her, even though he knew she would say no. He told me that was his finest hour, just doing that he had beaten all his fear and felt now he was really ready for love, all he needed was to find the right partner, that’s what he called it, not a wife or girlfriend, he always said partner. Huh, that’s what I was missing. Glen and I did everything separately, we even went to bed at different times, we lived entirely parallel, never meeting or touching. We didn’t go out together unless we had a party with common friends to go to, you see we went to high school Ankara escort together too. In fact, he and Michael were friends, they played football together. What would be my finest hour, I wondered?

I took a swig from my beer, a Corona, and blinked up at the afternoon soon. I had just finished talking to Melissa, and as usual I was trying to decipher her feelings. I knew what mine were, I was very in touch there, but I knew there was still a lot of ambivalence in her mind. I thought we were making some real connections, but sometimes I thought it could be just a fantasy that would never be reality.

The Fear Genie had a big hold on her, that I knew, and there was nothing I could do to free her.

That part she had to deal with herself. All I could do was try to provide the incentive to do so, which seemed to be working. We had made out in her car last night; I had to laugh at the notion of two 40 year olds making out in cars, especially when they knew each other in high school. Well, they say there are some things you are never too old for, and Love was one of them. That kind of crazy passion that makes you stay up all night talking or twisted into strange contortions in your car because you have no other place to make out, that was something I hoped to never outgrow.

My thoughts revisited that night in the car, and I think I have never seen beauty so close, I don’t think I have ever seen her look more beautiful for sure. We were restrained and respectful, as if we both feared getting too hot and heavy, we each knew what frenzied lust lay beneath the surface. I hoped she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, I was afraid to be getting in over my head here, I didn’t think I was, but you never can tell with women, that’s what makes them so intriguing, their mystery.

Lately I was having a lot of difficulty thinking of anything but her, I was definitely obsessed with her, I thought she was with me, after all we were talking pretty much every day and seeing each other as often as we could, exchanging an e-mail or two a day, it seemed as if I was on her mind as much as she was on mine. I thought of having sex with her, I knew when the time was right we would, but I didn’t know for sure it would be right, ever. I was almost afraid to think of that, what if after all this it didn’t go to that step’? Then I remembered the way she looked at me and the sexual nature of this woman and felt better, besides if it was meant to be it would be, and if not…

I picture her undressing for me having finally decided and there wasn’t any barriers between us now, she was coming for me and she was now naked, her large breasts, her new tan all over, and her fresh shaved pussy were too much to take in all at once, and then there were those eyes, those bedroom eyes, and those luscious lips, those were enough all by themselves. The whole effect made me start to get hard, and I patted myself for good measure. This was a woman you did not let get away if you could help it.

What had happened to her marriage I wondered? Glen was a passive man, more inclined to accept than make things happen. Melissa I knew needed something much stronger than that to reclaim her lost self. I knew all about that, for I was finding mine every day, and I knew I could help her along the way.

First, though, I just had this great fantasy, of simply lying in bed with Melissa, both of us naked and under the covers, lying on our sides and looking at each other, maybe just holding each other or her putting her head on my chest, maybe even spooning, one of my favorite things. It had been a long tome for both of us, and when I told her about this fantasy she seemed to respond to it imagining it dreamily. I imagined it would be wonderful to kiss her that way, kiss those beautiful lips and then her neck, by the way she has a gorgeous neckline, long, lean, and tan, and you can see the arteries that you would lick and suck like roadways that would lead you to more promising alleys. I’m sure after some kissing she would be wet, and I’d let my hands start to work my way down and then back up, teasing her nipples and stomach and thighs, I would really take my time and measure every reaction. I could imagine her breathing getting heavier, she’s so sexy this way, and the inside of her hips would now come into play, and then I’d curl one arm around her hip and playfully squeeze the bottom of her ass, near the part where the wetness comes from and I pull her really close and kiss her very deeply and stop to make her look at me, just to have her look right at me, Ankara escort bayan and then I’d relax back down and make it start all over again.

Just to have her that close with no barriers and staring into those smoldering black eyes would be amazing. Knowing that I was making her smolder, and that I was responsible for this boiling cauldron of passion simmering next to me was more gratifying to me that I can say. Damn, I was obsessed, in a controlled way, waiting for the obsession to be fulfilled was the hardest thing, but the ride was worth it.

I got home from work and noticed it was almost 2:30; damn the kids will be home soon I thought. I threw my purse on the table and went into the family room to check my e-mail. I trembled as I got online and grew excited at seeing an e-mail from Michael. I was really starting to look forward to his e-mails and especially his stories, he’d write the best erotic stories for me, usually 1-2 a week, and I read and re-read them until they were committed to memory, especially the juicy parts and the detail he used in writing them.

I fucked myself silly after reading these stories, he knew exactly what I liked, I don’t know how, and he wrote it in such an emotional manner it was obvious there was a lot of passion in him, and it was equally apparent that he really understood women and knew how to please them.

I knew from his kiss that he would be great orally, and I grew wetter as I imagined him between my legs, and tasting me for the first but not last time, and I pictured him licking me and looking up at me with those piercing blue eyes and his strong arms and soft hands around me cupping my ass as he made love to my clit with his skilled tongue, teasing me lightly around my lips and then just grazing across my clit and then circling more and more until he zeroed in on it and made me swell with pleasure. I opened myself up for him and released more of my juiciness until I was flowing like a river, and then I felt one of his hands come off my ass and gently rub my lips and then a finger was inside me and finding it’s way to the upper wall of my vagina and there he was circling my G-spot and finding it and making me squirm and then I couldn’t help myself I was bucking and coming and holding his head and I screamed his name,” Michael!”, the way he liked me too, and I fucked his tongue while he fingered my pussy.

God, I wanted his big cock inside me so bad, and so far in that our souls would touch and to kiss him at that time,,,, I would come again and again and again for him all over his cock and I’d ride him until he exploded in me and could give me no more.

Damn, I think I was getting obsessed! My pussy dripped with obsession, or was it possession I wanted?

I opened the e-mail, there was a short note from him; a poem had come to him and he was sending it to me, as a gift. I won’t tell you the whole thing it’s too private, but it was called,” Heart Clues,” and it was about trusting your heart and conquering your fear and choosing love and exploring our destiny together and all the wonderful things a girl never tires of hearing and I found myself swooning a bit and then what I did next surprised me but I started getting undressed and running up the stairs, but I remembered to close the e-mail first and save it so I could have it to re-read anytime I wanted to know how much he cared for me.

When I got upstairs I finished undressing throwing clothes everywhere and found my vibrator from the box on the shelf and I stuck the end in my mouth to wet it but also because it reminded me of Michael and how eagerly I awaited the next step, yes I would make Love to him, and taste him and rip his clothes off and ride him and cuddle with him and let him spoon me, and fuck me any which way he wanted and so I fucked my vibrator like it was Michael and my pussy squeezed him tightly as if she didn’t want to let go ever and she didn’t and then I changed the angle as I imagined he would know to do and it was hitting me just right but I wanted more so I squatted on my knees and put Michael beneath me and watched his cock go in and out of me as I thrust down on him and then this did not last too long as I could feel our orgasms getting closer and the girl in the mirror was out of control, was that me? And then her pussy was screaming with pleasure as the first wave of coming started and it just kept coming and coming and coming and I lost track after ten and it was almost as if I could feel him beneath me and his hands on me but I looked down and he wasn’t there and Escort Ankara I so wished he was I wanted him to kiss so much, and ride him and look into his eyes, but he wasn’t there, and I knew that I had to let him in there and he could complete me and that’s what I needed.

Finally I stopped and threw the vibrator on the floor in disgust and lay back on the bed. Michael was right, I knew what I wanted. “To be in Love,” he said, and as usual, he was right. Damn, this was an obsession, sheer obsession.

It was Tuesday and I was trying to get some work done, but obsession with Melissa rendered me useless, at least for work. I hadn’t been able to see her since that last night in her car, and I missed her badly. I couldn’t wait to look into those eyes again and see their smoldering beauty, to look deep into her soul and see things only I could see in her, because for some reason I think God had given me the power to know this woman beyond what I should, he had empowered me to help heal her, and to do that I had to understand her first.

I don’t know for sure how I’m doing all this, or how well I’m doing it, but I have never felt this connected with someone’s needs, and that’s saying a lot. I pictured her lips, they were the instrument that would complete the bridge between our souls, for I knew at the point she would give herself to me her lips would be the primary means of doing so.

The other night she had lightly kissed me face and it was as if angels were stroking me with their wings, that’s how it felt, and I dreamed of the day when she would take those kisses down my body, perhaps pulling off my shirt and going down my well muscled shaven chest, she would marvel at the smoothness and the definition of my body and I would throw back my head and marvel at her tickling kisses around my nipples, they were small but they would be hard, and then I imagined her working down my stomach lower and lower still. And then she would unbuckle my belt and teasingly unzip my pants, maybe taking my cock in her mouth while it was still inside my boxer briefs.

By now I was rock hard and waited while I hoped she would take it from it’s cage and slide my prick gently into her mouth, and at this point I would know that glorious union again of hearts and bodies, as she discovered the kind of man I was, and we each re-discovered how it was to be wanted again. She stroked my shaft and looked up at me as she played with my cock, and if I told you she was beautiful before I didn’t lie, but this was even more beauty than I could fathom, and to see her possess me, yes, I knew that’s what she yearned for, and I would grant it, willingly.

I thought the first time she might want to just please me, maybe start slowly this way so I allowed myself to picture her taking all of me in her mouth and letting her tongue drag across the underside of my head ,and I knew she would know just how to please me, because I knew, I just knew that God had probably granted her the same power towards me as he had given me towards her and in no time she had me wanting to come to give all of myself to her but I was determined to hold back and not let this end you see I wanted more now that she was there I could see no reason for us not to join our souls in the deepest soul kiss of all time and of course I needed to be inside to do that.

Gratefully, she surrendered and let me in, peeling off her clothes as she needed to, first her pants and then her silk panties, and then she just swung a leg over mine and came down on my cock just right with her soaked pussy and we locked in the greatest kiss I’ve ever had and the fucking was so amazing too that I pulled her over me until I could not get any deeper in her. She took all of me and then started to withdraw until I was almost out and than thank God she would come back down and I must say I’ve never been so grateful to have been a man as I would be just then!

I suddenly looked at the clock and noticed it was almost eleven, and I had not done a damn thing all morning except to think of her. There was a knock on the door and I went to answer it.

As I opened the door, she stood before me, DRESSED in a black rain coat and black heels, her dark hair with the butterscotch tint glistened at me and she really did look more beautiful to me than any woman I had ever seen. Her eyes smiled at me with pure pleasure as we both knew why she had come.

As I let her in I held the door open for her knowing that she had come into my life for a reason, and today was the beginning of really finding out what that reason was, and where our destiny would lead us.

As I closed the door after us, I realized too that things would never be the same for us, that we were in this thing together.

TO BE CONTINUED………………………………………………..

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Do you ever think about being involved with the breeding of your body? Do you ever think of having more than one man take your body over and over and over again? And, if you do, do you ever think about doing it with say five men?

I mean think about it baby. With five men it would mean 10 hands, five mouths and five tongues all working on your body to prepare it and stimulate it for the fucking that is to come.

Think about it, the best of all things, there would be five cocks that will fuck you continuously making you cum over and over again like never before. Imagine each cock taking its turn and each giving you at least one repeat fucking when it’s their turn again. Perhaps you would be fucked 10-12, maybe 15 times before it’s over and each time the cock would fill your pussy with cum until it was overflowing.

You would be watching as the cocks all grow right before your eyes. Seeing them and knowing that all of them are hard and long and thick from their owners look and touch your helpless body. I bet it makes you wet with anticipation. And, all of them would be pointing at your body standing proudly facing you because they would all be just for you.

As it starts, think about it, men would use their hands to hold your legs open as other men tied each of them to the bed. Other hands would hold your arms spreading them wide and securing them to the bed. When they were done, they would all stand back and look at your sexy beautiful wide open body. Oh baby, you would be so open and so available to do whatever they wanted to you. You would be so very wide open and they would see your holes and stroke their cocks smiling.

Imagine, two hands on each breasts squeezing it, pushing it up so that the nipple is pushed up too. As they did, a mouth would cover it and start sucking and licking it. Two hands on each breast and a mouth on each nipple teasing it, pleasing it, and making the nipple so hard and long and thick.

You would watch as the mouths and hands work on your tits. You can feel their cocks, hard and throbbing pressing against your body as they kneel over your breasts. You feel the lust Ankara bayan escort beginning to build inside you? I bet your clit is starting to throb and your nipples hard with anticipation.

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Then the first of many fingers begin to touch your slit. You arch and try again to move but you can’t. You can feel the fingers begin to spread your vagina’s outer lips and then hold them open exposing your pink insides to the rest of the men. They all look and they all can see you are wet, and slippery as a finger runs up and down your opening and then it is held up to show all of them how wet you are. Your juices almost drip off his finger.

You can feel each of the hands stroking and rubbing and probing your holes. Fingers, so many fingers now touch and work your most sensitive parts. You feel a finger very slowly begin to move into your body and press deeper and deeper. You arch a little and feel other fingers playing with your other hole; your rose bud, your ass hole and it too is being open. Slowly a finger enters your ass as two fingers now moving in and out of your pussy. They work together to build your need. Pumping in and out, in and out, in and out, you begin to react and rotate your hips.

Even if you really didn’t want this at the start you are now realizing you do. It’s happening! Your body begins to work with the touch, to stimulate you even more. Your brain begins to think you need this badly! Your body building towards………fuck a orgasm. You have been trying to hold it back, hold it off, but now……….you can’t stop it.

The heat between your open thighs is tremendous now as you feel your body reacting more and more to the touching. Oh God you think Escort bayan Ankara you might cum! You can’t stop the need, the desire, and the fucking need!! The need is so great now you can’t stop it!

And then you feel it. The first of the wetness from a mouth moving over your thighs and down between them. You try to see what is going on and see the top of a man’s head moving down over your pussy. His mouth moves down closer and closer until it is over your cunt. You feel him begin to gently lick the open cunt slit and then his tongue enters the hole! Jesus your body arches up as high as it can go! Soooo good!!

He begins to fuck your cunt with his tongue. You arch again and begin to struggle as he lick and sucks the wetness out of your hole. Your body loves how it feels as his tongue moves in and out of your pussy slow at first but then faster and faster. Oh yes!!! It’s so nice, so good, and so wonderful.

You begin to let yourself go, and enjoy the touching and stimulation of all the areas of your body that pleases you at the same time. You look around the room and see their hard cocks. You wish you had one of those hard, long thick cocks inside you fucking you. You know it will come but you want it now. The fear you had is gone now and you are feeling such pleasure. You close your eyes and enjoy the lust your body feels

As you lay there your can feel your body rocking with the movement you can’t control. And as you enjoy the licking and sucking of your pussy hole you begin to feel another mouth licking over your pelvis and going lower. Ahhhhh Jesus!!! A set of fingers are pulling your clit hood back and the mouth covers your swollen hard clit.

You watch and feel as your body is held secure, your clit fully exposed and lips cover the clit and begin to suck. You cry out as mouths and tongues are now working your nipples, cunt hole and clit. You can’t help it you begin to fuck the faces licking and sucking your cunt.

You moan and thrust up as high as your legs and arms will allow and you begin to hump the faces, fucking them. You let your body go and think of only release! The wonderful feeing Bayan escort Ankara of release! You need to cum!! You need to orgasm!! And then………it happens.

You’re body let’s go completely and gives in totally as you begin to orgasm. So good!! The orgasm and release feels is nice and it’s so long and oh yes, soooooo hard. Your body starts to leak your thicker juices and your thighs try to squeeze the head between your thighs. Your pussy grabs the finger and tongue that are both insider you. You cry out louder this time.

Humping and humping you fuck wildly now! You need a dick, any dick. There are so many cocks so close and you want one inside your hole. You need to feel filled, to be fucked!! You yell out: “Fuck me”

You hiss the words, you cry out for it. Mouths never stop sucking; tongues never stop licking, and the fingers, so many fingers, all touching you never stopping.

FUCK, you are going to cum again!! They never stop touching and playing with your body and you crave it now, you need it, and you got to have it. You, arch up again, your back and ass lift off the bed as high as you can and hang in the air as you hump and hump and hump and hump. Your cunt is looking for anything it can grab on to and hold. You are having one of the best orgasms of your life.

When it’s over the men move away and smile, two wipe their mouths. As the men move out from between your open thighs you see the most beautiful man you have ever seen. As you look from his handsome face down his strong young well built body you se the biggest and longest and hardest cock you have even seen. You watch as the man moves between your open thighs. Your pussy runs with your cum and juices. You lick your lips as you watch the young man place the head of his cock at the opening of your wet hole. YOU see him smile as he rubs the head up and won your opening. Your cunt juices coat his cock head and he begins to push as the men cheer him on. They are cheering him because he is the first and this is his first time. He is a virgin and you are his first woman. You smile when you hear this and lift up to accept his big dick. He pushes and you feel your cunt lips begin to spread wider and wider and wider. Then you feel the cock head move in. There is a sort of popping sucking sound as he pushes more and more of his beautiful cock into your cunt. Soooo Good. And he is only the first.

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[Author’s preface notes: The initiation and life of a male prostitute—a jinan—in the Floating World of the Beautiful Way in ancient China in the waning years of the Chu dynasty, 200 BC, was a sensual but cruel, often foreshortened, bitter-sweet existence. Floating World Bitten Peach weaves a complex, romantic, and all too often tragic tale of the interwoven lives of six jinan affiliated with one male brothel—the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia. Laid against their linked stories are those of the managers and servants who guided these beautiful young men through their training, their initiation—in which they became bitten peaches, a term for the loss of a male prostitute’s anal virginity to a client—and beyond to burn as bright stars, and, in too many cases, sputter too early to ash.

[On the surface, the life of a male courtesan in China twenty-two centuries ago was a lush, pampered existence, and the services they provided, described in this novel, were exotic and arousing. Most young Chinese men of the era were promised only a hardscrabble life fighting the elements for too scant a harvest and sustenance and dying an early death. To be taken into the nanleshijia marked a young man as having certain charms, beauty, and diminutive stature and guaranteed him comfort and nurturing, leading up to a highly formalized deflowering and folding into the life of those who served the demanding sexual needs of powerful men. For the best jinan, it also led to fame, sponsorship, and an assured protected and refined life. But underneath this veneer of vermillion lacquer and refined beauty lay a world of danger, uncertainty, competition, loneliness, and cruelty that became more than most jinan could bear—and certainly more than they deserved just for being born desirable.

[While providing an intricate network of stories of adventure, sexual exploits, and entwining relationships, Floating World strives to capture the essence of the deliciously euphemistic Oriental world of men making love to other men in China’s ancient past and covering two kingdoms. The stories of these six jinan and of the men who served, coveted, and mastered them are interwoven tales that go beyond the random act of sexual release between men. They offer more complex and context-richer studies by gathering age-old themes, exotic settings, and all-so-human characters up into the Floating World of the Orient. A world in which men give themselves to other men—some more freely than others—for something in return, whether it is money, position, power, survival, honor, service, devotion—or, not all that rarely, really, in unconditional love.]

Chapter One: School for Nantung’s Nanleshijia

The caretaker judged that he had been right to do as he had done. The school baoan, Niu—The Ox—whose job it was to protect the nanleshijia—male pleasure house—students from the outside world, apparently was more of a threat than a protector. The caretaker—the zhaoguzhe—knew he must accept responsibility for hiring such a young and volatile man as protector. As the caretaker of these young students, the zhaoguzhe had to make what had come out of harmony right again. Sending young Deming—Virtue Bright—to the monks of Langshan—Wolf Hill—was the first step in this atonement. But the caretaker could readily tell from Niu’s reaction that it would not be enough.

“Where have you sent Ankara escort Deming?” Niu demanded. He rounded on the zhaoguzhe, towering over him, all muscle and power, but knowing that it would be death to so much as touch the manager of the nanleshijia school—the preparation school of Nantung’s male pleasure house. “Deming is not sufficiently prepared yet,” he said.

“Deming is sufficiently prepared in being arousing to men, wouldn’t you say?” zhaoguzhe countered with a hard, accusing look in his eyes. “Deming is fulfilling his destiny, just as any other of those of the Beautiful Way do. He is where he is safe from predators.”

“I protect the students here from predators,” Niu declared.

“I am well aware of your duties here,” said the zhaoguzhe. “Perhaps more than you are. Perhaps I appreciate more what you are supposed to be doing than you do—than you are contemplating doing.”

“Where—?”

But the zhaoguzhe simply gave Niu a disdainful look and turned and, hanfu—ceremonial robes—rustling against the bamboo walls of the narrow passageway into the heart of the male pleasure house, flowed away like one of the majestic ships that the growing riverside village of Nantung was famous for building.

Niu stood angry, but mute, in his wake. How had the old man discovered the interest Niu had been building toward Deming?

As famous as the port city on the northern bank of the Yangtze River, near its mouth in the kingdom of Wu, was for shipbuilding, it was even more famous for its beautiful and pliable young men. In this era, Wu was the most powerful of the three Middle Kingdoms in military strength, agricultural production, and trade. Most legendary of its trade goods, though, was its supply of youths for the Beautiful Way—the world of male prostitution.

The Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia was not the only male brothel in Nantung, but it was the most expensive one and the one where the richest and most powerful patrons of the prefecture of Yangzhou, in which it was located, were clients. And it also had the most respected preparation school attached to it. Only the most beautiful and refined young men were admitted there, where, for several years, their talents for entertaining and pleasing were even further refined. The training only went so far, however. Every young man went to his first client a virgin, usually in an auction followed by an elaborate ceremony. And large fortunes were paid for the privilege of being the “first” for one of these young men—the first to take the bite of the perfect peach that would never be perfect and unblemished again.

That was why the zhaoguzhe had sent the young Deming where he did. He was dissatisfied with what he had had to do—he had to take less than Deming could normally have earned for his first taking. But the zhaoguzhe knew that time was extremely short before Niu, a very arousing young man in his own right, but a baoan—a protector—rather than a student, ruined Deming for that first entertainment. The inevitable had become obvious when the zhaoguzhe had seen the looks Deming had been giving the muscular body of Niu as the baoan sluiced off his body at the water spout at the end of his working day. Deming could not be trusted to hold himself in check any more than Niu could.

And in this Deming was more at fault than Niu was. Niu was untrained, a virile Ankara escort bayan animal acting on natural instinct. Deming had been trained to control his emotions. For this transgression, Deming had to be punished.

Niu stood there in the passageway, fists clinching, bitter words on his lips, watching the zhaoguzhe sail away from him. He took one step forward, as to follow the zhaoguzhe, but from behind him, a trembling, restraining hand reached out and touched his arm.

“It is useless to badger the old man, baoan. He will not tell you where Deming went. But I know where Deming went. I can take you there.”

Niu turned and looked at the school servant, Shun—Obedient—a former student whose arm had been scalded with boiling water in an accident and who no longer was perfect, and thus had been reduced to the level of servant.

“Show me.”

The zhaoguzhe watched them in discussion in the garden pavilion on the cliff overlooking the Yangtze. He smiled. Even though he knew the servant, Shun, was so smitten with the baoan that he would lead Niu to where Deming had been sent, he also knew that Niu would be too late to do anything about it.

From where he stood, he could see down the willow-bordered pathway and thus was able to see that a vermillion palanquin, carried by six sturdy soldiers of the imperial guard of the House of Wu, was approaching. The caretaker moved swiftly back into the nanleshijia and to the room where the youngest and slimmest of the students in preparation, Xiaodan—Little Dawn—was being clothed and powdered for his trip to Gusu, the capital of Wu.

The zhaoguzhe regretted that he had not had sufficient time to train Xiaodan—he was the most recently arrived of the students—but he had received instructions to provide the most femininely beautiful of his students, and when he demurred on sending who that would be—Xiaodan—because the young man was not yet trained enough in the life of a jinan—a male prostitute—he was informed that the most innocent of the students would be the most welcome, trained or not.

After Xiaodan had departed in the palanquin with the training master of the capital city’s premier drama troupe, the zhaoguzhe floated into the large salon, where the other students had gathered. Which, he wondered, would be the next to make his way to the outside world? Some would need to remain. The Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia itself would need the best that he could keep back.

He cast his eye on the exotic beauty, Xiu—Fine Beauty. This was the young man who would be the most arousing and who had become the most learned in the ways of arousing other men. If he was at all able, Xiu would remain to become the principle jinan of the house. And if so, the shy and diminutive Bolin—Gentle Rain—would need to remain as well. The two were almost as brothers and were inseparable. Xiu would do anything, if only he knew Bolin was safe and being treated well. And it would seem that Bolin would do nothing, without crying about it, without the present support of Xiu.

The zhaoguzhe’s attention went to Ping—Tranquility—who was entertaining the rest with his song and lute. When the drama master at the capital asked for one of the students, Ping had been the first to come to mind. He was the most talented in the arts other than sensual—Xiu reigned supreme there. But a less accomplished Escort Ankara artist was what was sought. The zhaoguzhe assumed Ping would go at a high price and bring considerable honor to the nanleshijia school.

Of the rest, the zhaoguzhe could not speculate what would happen to them. He would assign them as needed and convenient.

He stood there, watching them in repose. Which would be the next to leave the nest, he wondered. Something told him that it would have to be the baoan rather than a student. He had averted disaster with Deming, but Niu had also given looks of desire at Xiu, and Xiu was just too valuable of a commodity to let Niu spoil him. No, he thought, it would have to be Niu who left next. He could not be sold as any student would be, but he was owned by the nanleshijia as any of the students were. It would have to be a special arrangement, and it would have to be lucrative enough to make up for the lower price Deming went for.

The zhaoguzhe strolled slowly back to his own offices, his mind spinning out the answer to this puzzle. He actually rather liked puzzles of this nature.

* * * *

As the zhaoguzhe rustled past the wardrobe closet on the other side of a thin rice-paper wall, Niu held a beefy hand over the mouth and nose of a trembling Shun, living up to his name, Obedient, as he lay bent over a robe press, bare feet on the ground, with Niu folded over him, embracing him, his massive cock already in position deep up the school servant’s channel. Shun was no longer perfect enough to be a jinan, but a scalded arm did not cause an imperfection to a young man’s anal passage, nor did it take the edge off his need if he had been trained initially in lying under a man and giving clients pleasure and taking his own pleasure from them.

Shun had information on the whereabouts of the student Deming and Niu had a need to know where Deming was and was prepared to cover Shun and meet the servant’s need for a man to learn that information. The servant’s damaged arm meant nothing to Niu. The young man was beautiful otherwise and he had a hole and a desire to be covered. That was enough for the randy protector. Men of his class were not supposed to lower themselves to coupling with the servants, but that had not gotten in the way of Niu’s fucking whoever appealed to him before.

When the zhaoguzhe had passed in the corridor beyond, Niu took his hand away from Shun’s mouth, palmed the young servant’s breast through the folds of his robe, and commenced the rhythm of the deep fuck. Trembling in the close embrace of the massive, virile protector, Shun panted and moaned low in his gut, concentrated on opening to the gloriously thrusting shaft, and struggled with what mental capacity he could tear away from focusing on the magnificent cock working his passage to gather his thoughts on what he would tell Niu about where Deming had been taken.

Niu could not know the pain of the pleasure his thrusting shaft was giving Shun. Although Niu prided himself of biting the peach—taking the virginity—of many a young man, he could not have known that Shun, to that point, although he had been trained to please men to the time the scalding of his arm had ruined his perfection, had been a virgin to men. He had loved Niu from afar and had been willing to let the baoan—the protector—feast on his peach. He would have preferred it to be in a more luxurious and meaningful setting than this robe closet, but, as Niu stroked him roughly and hard, the school servant gritted his teeth and took what he had longed for as he could get it.

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It’s 8 p.m. on a Saturday evening in a bustling level 1 trauma hospital. My shift began as it usually did. Being a hospital police office, my partner and I made rounds in our assigned area. Tonight, we toured the Emergency Room. A familiar excitement fills me, washing me over with nostalgic feelings of when I was a young man.

The ER was filled with the usual crowd of faces. Stretchers lined the hallways as patients waited to be placed in their designated areas. Visitors and family members stand among the patients, eyeing every staff in uniform to get some sort of clarity as to the disposition of their family members. The doctors sit behind the stations frantically writing their orders as to catch up with the multiplying patients waiting to be seen. The head nurse is making announcements to clear the ER of visitors so the incoming nurses can make their rounds.

“Harry, please clear the room of family members until 9:30 p.m.,” Cathy says to me. She has been head nurse here for almost 15 years. I’ve been working with her the last 25 years. Feisty as ever, but this nurse couldn’t hurt a fly. 25 years of the same job was enough to experience what lay people would never believe. From inebriated frequent flyers to drug seeking fellows who I’ve seen grow up in these very ER. 25 years and I’ve finally earned my detective shield.

As my partner and I cleared the ER, the nurses came to view. They exchange reports amid usual conversations and humor that only these nurses understood. In my 55 years of life, I don’t think I have ever, or will ever, fully comprehend their language. Don’t get me wrong they’re speaking English, but their stories are but a league of their own.

There was one nurse that always caught my eye. Sandra Hayes. 26 years my junior. she’s fairly new to the place compared to her co-workers, but she’s made her mark. She’s known to be quite a firecracker. Standing at about 5’2″ at approximately 120lbs, I can only imagine what lies behind the shapeless navy blue scrubs. I tower over her standing at 6’5″ and over 200lbs. She is sweet and kind, but has a liking for tying down belligerent patients with a sass that is rare nowadays.

“Hi, Harry! How are you? Another overnight shift for us, huh. I’ve got my restraints ready for anyone who misbehaves tonight,” Sandra says with Ankara escort a mischievous little laugh and a wink.

“Hayes, you are crazy,” I tell her, “what are we gonna do with you?” We exchange a few words all the while wild thoughts flood my head with the restraints she had already prepared. Thoughts of using them to bind her hands while I explore her clouded my mind. The way she speaks and laughs leaves me intoxicated. Inebriated without the least bit of alcohol. I needed to excuse myself as my manhood began to swell. Hiding all 8.5″ of it in my uniform pants may be difficult.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Hayes. Gotta get back to my station. Now you behave yourself,” I say jokingly with a hint of seriousness. She laughs as she continues with her work.

The night passes along with minor incidences. Drunks being drunks and out of place being restrained so that they don’t fall out of the bed and hurt themselves. Then a few times we were called to the ER to remove discharged patients who do not want to leave. Every chance I get, I wander around Sandra’s assignment hoping to get a glimpse of her. I see her busily working a patient. 5 hours into her shift and she’s looking tired. Only about 7 more hours to go. I wonder what time she will be going on break.

It’s now 3 am. My assigned break time. I find myself on a recliner in the hospitality room. This room is rarely used, and no staff usually takes a break here. There are about 5 recliner chairs in this room, along with an office, a bathroom, and a shower. The great thing about working nights is that majority of the administration is not in the hospital. Foot traffic is not as much, so the staff can get some pretty good break time. As I began to settle, the door opens. It’s Sandra. My heart races as she takes comfort in another recliner a few seats from mine.

“Hey, Hayes. Finally putting your feet up for the night?” I say.

“Oh hey, Harry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I didn’t know anyone else really uses this place to take a break. You know we’re not really allowed in here. I won’t tell of you won’t,” she says.

“It’ll be our own little secret,” I said. “Why are you so far away? I don’t snore!” She laughs as she moves to the recliner next to mine. As she settled in, I can smell her perfume. Her perfume drives Ankara escort bayan me wild making my imagination run a muck. That’s not the only thing running a muck. I can feel my heating up knowing she’s but an arm’s length from me.

As she cozies in the blanket she’s wrapped herself around, we talk in the dark. About work, our family, and some nonsensical things. She asks me to lock the door so no one else can come in. This way we get maximum rest. I do as she asks. I know that nothing can possibly happen, but I sure hell wish something would. She talks about her unhappy relationship with her 30 year old boyfriend. Now I’m not really one to give advice as I have been divorced from my ex wife for about 10 years now. But I sit there and listen to her talk offering what little advice I have garnered in my 55 years of existence as a man.

10 minutes into the conversation, I find her dosing off. She finally falls asleep. I, on the other hand, had a hard time even taking my thoughts off her. In the darkness I can see the silhouette of her lips. I dared touch it. I brush my fingers across her face to set aside stray strands of her long dark hair. With a mind of its own, my thumb drifted to the curve of her lips. Soft as can be. I wonder what it would taste like. She opens her eyes. I freeze, bewildered by her entrancing gaze. My hand still on her cheek. She does not protest. Instead she takes my hand and buries her face in it, like a feline rubbing against her master.

To my shock, and pleasure, she guides my hand lower to her breast not once breaking our stare. I can feel she’s at least a C cup. Forgetting all senses, I take her into my arms and kissed her passionately on her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck as our tongues battle. Her mouth tastes more tantalizing than I could imagine. My penis is responding freely to the magic this woman has bestowed on me. I am addicted.

I lift her up easily like a rag doll and undress her. No light is necessary to see how beautiful her body was. My hands registered every inch of her. I clumsily undo my belt and take my pants and shirt off. Now we were both stark naked, alone in a room in the hospital during our break. I carry her into the shower room, and lock the door behind us careful not to break our kiss. With the light on I can see Escort Ankara redness and swell of her nipples and the fine completely shaven mound of her womanhood.

I turn the shower on and stepped into it with her.

I sat down on the shower bench and began sucking and licking her nipples. My fingers explored her pussy and noted how wet it was. I easily slid 2 fingers in her tight hole and began to finger fuck her. I lifted her legs to my shoulder as she held on to the shower bars on the wall. I began licking her cunt as she moans right above me and the water drips on us continuously. I continue eating her out as waves after waves of orgasm lash at her body.

“My turn,” she says as she climbs off my shoulders. She kisses me wildly tasting her own fluids. While I still sat on the bench, she works her way down my body. I take pride on my shape. Age has never been a factor, I still worked out to maintain my shape. Her hot tongue makes its way down my neck, my chest, my abdomen, until she reached my groin. Seeing her on her knees, with her hands caressing my dick, sent me into overdrive.

She takes my dick in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down, twirling her tongue on the head of my dick. I hold on to her head as she skillfully swallow all 8.5 inches of me. I groan in pleasure as she continues her assault.

I lift her up and she straddles me. I knew where we were headed. I can feel my dick at the entrance of her pussy. She gasped in pleasure as her pussy engulfed all of me. Her pussy feels so warm and wet as she bounces up and down on my lap. I turn her over, so that I’m coming from behind her.

“Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me harder,” she commanded.

I began ramming my dick into her pussy, thanking high heavens that two doors separated us from the halls as to mask the moans of pleasure emanating from this nurse.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! I want you to come with me. Fill me with your cum, Harry!” With those words, I busted my load into her warm, wet, dripping cunt.

“Oh, Harry!” That was all she could mutter, as we were both spent.

“Don’t worry, Sandra. You won’t get pregnant. I’ve had a vasectomy years ago,” I told her.

“I don’t care about that, Harry. As long as we can do this again soon.”

“I work another shift tomorrow night,” I tell her.

“Bring the handcuffs next time,” she says as she gathers her belongings and readies herself to return to work. She turns back to me, smiles her mischievous smile and winks.

I can’t wait for my shift tomorrow.

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We must have lain there for about 2 hours sleeping in each other’s arms. When I awoke, for a minute, I thought it had all been a dream. My head was a little foggy between the nap and the mental exertion from the whole day. I opened my eyes and ran my hands over a firm naked back. I smiled when I looked down at the sleeping beauty that I had in my arms. She was nuzzled in between my tits and resting her head on my right one. I breathed in deeply and watched as her head rose with my lungs inflating just beneath her. She opened one of her eyes and looked directly at my erect nipple right next to her. She smiled and then leaned up and looked at me. I glanced at the clock on the other side of the room and was amazed that it was only 9:30 pm. We had the whole night ahead of us and she had a look in her eye that told me that she was ready to start being the dominatrix of her dreams.

“Did my sex slave have a nice little nap?” she asked me.

“Yes Mistress, that nap was enough to energize me for quite a few more hours. I am here to be at your beck and call, Miss and I will not disappoint.” I looked into her lust filled eyes and she grinned at me. It was the same kind of grin that the Cheshire cat had on his face in the story.

“Go ahead and get up while I go and get a few things from my room. Why don’t you pour us another glass of wine? It seems to have quite an affect on you. I need you primed and ready for my little experiment. I am not quite sure how to go about all of this dominating stuff but I know what I want to do to you. I hope you’re up for it.”

She got off of being on top of me and walked up the stairs to her loft. I got off of the couch and poured us some more wine. My cunt was still wet from earlier and it had a charge to it now. I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for me. I walked back into the living room as she was coming down the stairs with a bag in her hand. She looked pleased with herself and with me at the same time.

“Well, you have done well so far. Let’s see how you respond to this.” She took a riding crop out of her bag and whacked my ass with it, hard. I didn’t flinch and I didn’t even slosh the wine that I was holding. “That’s exactly how I hoped you would respond. I knew you could take a hit like that and not even flinch. I remember hearing the strength in the slaps on the ass that Uncle Dirk would give you in the middle of your orgasm. If I’m not mistaken, I saw a riding crop very similar to this one in your room at one time or another. It made me hot and wet just seeing it lie on the side of the bed. Now, let’s get back into your bedroom. I figure that with your submissive attitude that you probably already have some props in place. I knew about the eyebolts that you had back home in your bedroom. So I figure that you probably have some sort of restraining system in your bedroom now. Is that right?”

“Yes, Mistress, that is correct. That was the first thing that Dirk did for us when we moved into this house was to set up some things for our fuck sessions. Wait until you see the outbuilding that we have in the back with all of the amenities that you would ever think of needing for an orgy.”

“Oh, you will have to show me that tomorrow. I want to know everything about you and what you like when it comes to fucking. I want to turn you into my submissive little fuck slave. How does that sound to you, bitch?”

“That sounds absolutely wonderful Mistress. I will be yours for as long as you’ll have me. I promise to show you the building tomorrow and maybe give you some ideas of what I like and what you have to work with. Thank you Mistress.”

“You are welcome, my little whore. Now, let’s go into your bedroom and see what I’ve got to work with. I have a few different items for use tonight and I want to see which ones I will have to go with depending on the system you have set up in there.”

I led the way to the back bedroom and into what I knew was going to be a very erotic adventure. I could not wait to share with Dirk when I next talked to him. With every step that we took, she brought that riding crop down on my ass cheek. She alternated cheeks and severity of hits. She had it stinging pretty damn good and I was creaming my pussy, once again. When we got to the bedroom, she slapped me on the ass rapidly and without hesitation. I cried out just a little bit at the intensity of her slaps and then looked back at her quickly. Yeah, she had heard it. She slapped my ass harder and faster and mentally dared me to cry out again. I bit my tongue and took it well. She momentarily stopped and rubbed my cheeks, gently.

“Well, now we know how I feel about you making a sound when I beat your ass. I didn’t even know that until you did it. Apparently, you must be silent until told to do something or say something. Apparently, you will be punished for disobeying me in that aspect. You see with your reaction to my beating, my cunt is dripping wet. It made me completely hot beating your ass like that. That will become a daily function if I have anything Ankara bayan escort to say about it. You are one hot little slut to take that and not scream out.”

She turned me around and planted a passionate kiss on my lips and forced her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue like I would suck on a cock. She tasted so good. There were still remnants of me on her lips and I licked and sucked what I could off. She made me hot and wet. My cunt was dripping down my thighs and she hadn’t really started yet. Man this was going to be hot!

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair so that she pulled my face away from hers. She looked me in the eye and said, “Now, where are your restraints? And what do you have this bedroom equipped with? Don’t hold anything back because if I find out that you didn’t reveal something to me, I will punish you severely once Uncle Dirk comes back. Do you understand me?”

I gazed toward the floor and said, “Yes Mistress, I will tell you all that we have in here. I will not deceive you.” She yanked on my hair and tilted my head back so that I was looking at her again. “I promise, Mistress.”

“Good girl, now go ahead and walk me through.”

She let go of my hair and I straightened up. I turned toward the bed and she followed my every move. “Okay, we have eyebolts but they are not as noticeable as when we had them back home. They are over here on the inside of the bed frame, at all four posts. I have ankle and wrist cuffs in the closet, very easily accessible. There is a compartment in the top of the bed that has a spreader bar hooked to a pulley system for you to be able to spread my legs as far apart as you want and raise my legs up and down at ease. We have a variety of restraining devices in the drawer underneath the bed. Would you like to see the drawer or the closet first?”

She was very interested in seeing what kind of devices and toys that I had. “Let’s look into the drawer first.”

I led her over to the side of the bed closest to the bathroom. This was Dirk’s side of the bed and very convenient for when we wanted to get kinky. He always dominated me, never the other way around. He had such a knack for telling me what to do that I was always submissive to him. No matter what role we were playing out, I never dominated him. I loved being his little sex toy to do with what he pleases. Same goes for little Katrina. I will always submit to her unless she requests otherwise. I kneeled down and pulled the drawer open. It was very neatly organized and everything clearly had a place. It was divided into sections with each section clearly marked. Her mouth dropped open.

I looked at her and smiled. “Why Mistress, is there a problem?”

“No, no, there is no problem. I just can’t believe the collection you have here. I think that I know what everything is, but I have only read about such items and seen them on the internet. I have never seen most of these items in the flesh before.”

“Would you like for me to explain all that’s in here?”

“No, that’s fine. If I don’t know what something is, I will ask. Now, let me see your closet.”

I closed the drawer and got up to walk toward the closet. I felt the riding crop come down on my ass and I lunged forward slightly. Damn it, she caught me again and she wailed on my ass for a few minutes. “You stupid cunt, you are not to move when I smack you, ever. Do you understand me, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress, I apologize for my actions. Please, Mistress, don’t be upset with me. It would break my heart if I knew that I had caused you any grief. I won’t flinch again, I promise.”

“You had better not. I will not stand for it from you. I hope you understand completely because next time I will not be merciful.”

We walked into the closet and I turned on my spotlight on the section that Dirk built special for my toys and accessories. Her eyes grew wide. “Wow that is amazingly awesome. I have never seen anything like it before in my life. You have everything that I can imagine. And you have some things that I would have never thought of. Alright, I know what I want to do with you. Everything that I need right now is out in the drawer. Let’s get back out here and get you set up. I’ve got big plans for you this evening.”

She lead me back out into the bedroom and sat me down on the bed. She opened the drawer and pulled out my pink leather wrist and ankle cuffs and attached them to my arms and legs. She pulled out a pink blindfold and put it over my head. She leaned down to kiss me and look me into the eyes one more time.

“You are absolutely the most amazing woman that I have ever known. You turn me on to submit to me like this. To trust me so much means a great deal to me. Let’s see about getting you locked up where you can’t move so I can fuck the hell out of you. Scoot up on the bed and spread your arms apart.” She pulled some small lengths of rope out of the drawer and crawled up on top of me. I could feel the heat coming from her cunt onto my stomach. She reached Escort bayan Ankara up and pulled the rope through the eyebolt and then through the loop on my wrist cuff. She pulled it tight and tied it professionally. I couldn’t move my right arm for anything in the world. She repeated the process with my left arm and there was no slack whatsoever. I pulled on them and they were tight.

“There that should do you for a little while. You are here for my pleasure and I am about to use you like a fucking whore. The only difference will be that you won’t get paid at the end of the night. That’s what it is about, being a sex slave. I have read many books on the subject and masturbate often to the thought of dominating another woman. Now, I will get the spreader bar down and get that hooked up. And then I am going to have me a little fun with my newest sex toy.”

She stood up on the bed and found the door into our secret compartment, immediately. She pulled the bar out and released it to the bed. She knelt down and hooked my ankle cuffs to it. Widening the bar slowly, she watched my expression until my discomfort was shown. Then she added three more inches and I bit my tongue. My legs were spread farther apart than I have ever have had them spread apart. She stood back up on the bed and began raising my legs upward. It was a very erotic sight and I was thrilled to be a part of it. She raised them up just high enough to lift my ass off the bed. I was completely immobile and she was going to be able to do anything that she wanted to do to me and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. She saw that the track, that the pulley was attached to, was mobile as well. Mistress then pushed my legs back so that they were even with my stomach and my cunt was wide open for her. I was getting wet just lying there watching her get me ready.

“That should do nicely for what I have planned for you. Now, we will pull that blindfold down over your eyes and I will begin.” She did just that and I could not see a thing. “You are one hot little whore to submit to me like this. To trust me this much must be kind of weird for you, huh?”

“Not at all Mistress, I trust you with my life. I have known you longer than I haven’t known you. You are my other third that I have been searching for and if you want to do something to me, then so be it. I am yours to take Mistress.”

She moved over to the side of me and I could feel her presence nearing my face. I felt her lips brush against mine and then lock onto my lips and give me a kiss that had my juices flowing down the crack of my ass. She reached up and began twisting my nipples and making them stand up on end. I could feel them growing and getting harder with every twist and pinch that she gave me. Then I felt the clamp latch onto my nipple and she just kept getting it tighter. I squirmed a tad when she got it as tight as she wanted. She repeated the process for my right nipple and I could feel that they were attached by a chain. My cunt was soaked. In the short time that we have been lovers, I have found that she listens well and takes heed to what I have to say. She definitely did concerning my nipples and the lack of sensitivity. The nerves in my nipples were being tested and failing miserably. They were tingling and with every tug of the chain that she gave, my breath caught in my throat.

“I love doing this to you, my little sex slave. Now that I have your nipples’ attention, I am going to get busy on the rest of you. God you look hot, I wish I had a camera to capture this picture. It is incredible.”

“There is a camera fully charged in the top drawer of the nightstand. Your uncle Dirk and I love to take pictures of our sexual adventures. I wasn’t sure how you would feel about photographs so I haven’t brought it up. You are more than welcome to take any pictures you would like.”

I heard her get off of the bed and open the drawer. I heard the camera turn on and she started snapping pictures left and right. “God, you are HOT! This is a wonderful idea. That way Dirk can share in the good times. Think we could send him some to keep him in the loop?”

“He would love that. He loves porn and really loves it when he is looking at people he loves and lusts after. Go ahead and take all you want and we will send him some in the morning.”

The camera started flashing and whirring and I could hear her walking around the room getting different angles of my being spread wide open. I felt her get on the bed between my legs and, still taking pictures, she lubed up my ass with her middle finger. It felt so good to have her finger slide in and out of my tight hole. I started moaning with pleasure as she got my ass lubed up well. She took her finger out and I moaned with disappointment and she smacked my ass with her wet hand.

“I will say what and when you have something in one of your many fuck holes. You are not deciding anything here so chill out and lay there and relax bitch!” Then, without warning, she shoved an anal plug deep into my ass. Bayan escort Ankara It hurt but then it felt awesome.

“Oh god that feels good! Thank you, Mistress, for thinking about me when choosing toys. I love having my ass filled. It is such a turn on.”

She moved out from between my legs and over to the side of my head. She tweaked my nipples and I groaned. They were about a hundred times more sensitive than they usually are. I squealed out when she touched them and she smacked my face. It stung and my cunt started flowing like a stream out with my pussy juices. I needed to do something else to get smacked in the face again. That was erotic as hell. She grabbed onto my tits like she was hanging on for dear life and squeezed them with a vengeance. It hurt like hell and then I couldn’t take anymore and I screamed out. She reached over and slapped my face even harder.

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking whore. If I want to squeeze your tits, I will squeeze your tits. Or maybe you just like to have your face smacked. I knew about the ass but I didn’t know about your face. That’s hot on so many different levels! Let’s see what it has done to your cunt.”

She crawled around between my legs and shoved three of her fingers deep inside of my tight wet cunt. She stroked in and out deeply and harshly. I was soaked enough to cover her fingers and let them slide all the way in. “Oh man, are you soaked? You are so fucking wet I could fuck you with a ten inch cock and have no problem sliding it inside you. I think you really liked the being slapped in the face routine. I can accommodate that. It turns me on to slap you either on the ass or on the face. I like having that kind of control over you. I’ll bet you would like to have your clit slapped too, wouldn’t you? Let’s see what we can do about that.”

She took her fingers out of my cunt and began slapping the shit out of my clit. It stung and it was electrifying and it made me cum in about 30 seconds. I was so worked up and hot over her that I couldn’t stand it anymore. If I had to wait for her to tell me to cum, I was surely in trouble. I didn’t care, the release was intense and wet and I could hear the splashing of juices with every slap of her fingers.

“Oh that’s it, bitch, cum for me. I love when you cum for me. That tells me that I have turned you on until you couldn’t stand it. I love feeling your juices exploding from your cunt. I love the heat that comes from your cunt. You are such a nasty slut to want to be slapped and restrained like a whore. I love using your body to make you cum! I love you!”

She moved around me and straddled my face. I could smell her juices flowing as she lowered her cunt to just within reach of my tongue. I licked out and she raised her hips but lowered her body over mine. She smashed my tits against her body and took my clit into her mouth as she lowered her cunt to my tongue. She was thrusting her hips over top of my tongue and I just stuck my entire tongue out and let her hump my tongue. She was sucking the fuck out of my clit and had me up on the edge again in no time. I could feel her thrusts on my tongue getting faster and she was bearing down harder onto my face. I wanted to suck every drop of her juices down my throat. She was getting close and was about on the same track that I was with our orgasmic planes. Her mouth felt so good sucking on my hard little clit.

I could feel the flow of her juices change and I planted myself on her clit and sucked like my life depended on it. She moaned into my clit and started bucking her hips against my sucking. We climaxed at the same time and I sucked every drop that I could from this delicious little cunt. I can’t believe my lucky stars with having this pussy to eat anytime I want. That made me even hotter, thinking about never having to give this pussy up. She took advantage of my body’s reaction to my thoughts. She reached down and stuck two fingers from each hand into my cunt and just started slamming my fuck hole like a whore.

“That is amazing, you fucking slut! I can’t believe how tight you are with all of the fucking that we have been doing. I love having my fingers inside of you. Your cunt feels so fucking good wrapped around my fingers. I will never give this cunt up. Even if I don’t live here for a long time, I will always come back and visit. I will not be able to live long without this hot cunt in my life. But as of right now, I don’t plan on leaving. I feel that I have found the place that I need to be. I want to be in your cunt, always. Now, let’s see if I can get you off one more time. I have something planned for you that is turning me on so bad with the visions that I have in my head. I need to make it happen before I explode.”

She turned up the speed a notch or two and started fucking my cunt with a purpose. She leaned down and took my clit into her mouth and sucked while she fucked me. All I could do was tongue fuck her pussy and every once in while she would put her hips down close enough for me to lick her asshole a little bit. I would love to tongue fuck her asshole. Damn, what was she doing down there? It felt so awesome. Her fingers were wiggling inside my cunt and her tongue was sliding over my clit, back and forth real hard. I was going to explode in the next two strokes!

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Amanda had returned from her vacation late at night. She quietly entered the home she shared with Katie, slipped off her heels and slowly tip-toed up the stairs. Walking down the hallway, she gently turned the doorknob and pressed against her bedroom door. Buried under the covers was Katie, Amanda’s wife.

“Oh, she looks like an angel,” Amanda thought to herself. It had been a week since the two had embraced, let alone made love together. They spoke on the phone a couple times while rubbing their vagina’s to multiple orgasms, but it wasn’t the same as feeling Katie’s body against hers.

Keeping her eyes on her sleeping beauty, Amanda slowly stepped out of her dress, removed her bra. She held onto a chair to remove her pantyhose and then reached around back to take off her panties.

Thinking about what she should do, either go to sleep next to her lover, or maybe jump-start a lovemaking session. The latter seemed right. Amanda genelty tugged on Katie’s shoulder to see if she could get her to move onto her back. Katie rolled over while still asleep.

Amanda got on the bed and straddled Katie with her butt facing the headboard. She inched back in slow movements until she was right over Katie’s face. Then she sat down and began rubbing her pussy against Katie’s face.

“Oooooh. This feels wonderful,” Amanda said as she reached down to tweak Katie’s nipples. Underneath, Katie started waking up and was wondering what was happening until she inhaled her favorite scent, which was Amanda. Dipping her chin down, Katie said, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I just got back and needed to cum bad. If you do a good job I may crawl up next to you for the rest of the night.”

Katie didn’t wait for Amanda to end her sentence before she began lapping her pussy from the entrance of her vagina up to her clitoris with a very soft tongue. Katie kept this motion using a soft and wide tongue Ankara escort against Amanda’s vagina until she was squirming and rubbing her vagina into Katie’s mouth. Amanda was breathing quicker and moaning “ohs” as Katie kept manipulating her vagina. Katie kept her jaw relaxed as she began running her tongue between Amanda’s right inner and outer labia as she held them together. This action drove Amanda wild as she started panting and silently begging for more. Katie switched sides and did the same to Amanda’s left inner and outer labia.

Amanda was losing control and had trouble concentrating. She held onto Katie’s breasts mainly for support, caressing them when she could.

Using her right hand, Katie spread Amanda’s outer lips apart and with a pointed stiff tongue began flicking her there. She moved her positioning and kept Amanda in a frenzy. Katie moved back and forth, flicking her tongue at Amanda’s exposed vagina, but always making sure to flick her tongue at Amanda’s clitoris.

Amanda ran her hands through her hair. She was perspiring all over her body and she arched her back to get her vagina closer to Katie’s mouth. Katie removed her fingers and relaxed her tongue, letting its softness caress against Katie’s vagina and clitoris. Katie reached above and began caressing Amanda’s inner thighs as Amanda continued rubbing herself on Katie’s face.

Amanda was super wet. Her pussy was dripping down onto Katie who’s face with slick from Amanda’s juices. Katie kept loving Amanda’s pussy with her soft tongue, finally centering all her touches on the clitoris which drove Amanda over the top. Her breath sped up and all of a sudden she stopped, closed her eyes, and let go with an earth-shattering orgasm which continued for nearly 10 seconds. Amanda tilted her head back and arched her back and rubbed herself against Katie who kept lapping at her pussy with a soft delicate tongue.

When the orgasm Ankara escort bayan subsided, Katie used her fingers to press Amanda’s labia open so she could reach her tongue inside and taste Amanda’s cum.

Amanda sat on Katie for a couple minutes in a complete daze before she rolled off and cuddled up close against Katie, lavishing her with kisses before they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Later that day when both were at work, Katie called Amanda into her office.

Amanda closed the door behind her and sat down in front of Katie’s big desk.

“You know I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

With a sheepish grin, Amanda said, “I know. I’m sorry, but you were great.”

“That may be true, but now you’ve got to repay the favor.”

“Here? Right now? Can’t we wait until we get home?”

“I don’t think I can make it that long. All I am doing is looking at the same report over and over thinking of you and not getting anything accomplished. If you get me off I can concentrate on work and get done faster.”

Katie stood up and walked around her desk to sit on her comfy couch. She wore her slim black jeans that day with a white silk blouse and a pair of chic boots to match. She used her finger to motion Amanda to come over to the couch. Amanda climbed onto Katie and they kissed with their soft full lips. Amanda ran her hands through Katie’s hair as she continued kissing her lips and neck.

Katie held onto Amanda’s back and let out little coos of delight when Amanda kissed her and a big sigh when Amanda reached under her chest to unbutton Katie’s blouse.

Amanda continued kissing down Katie’s body, licking her bra to stimulate her nipples. She continued kissing and licking her way down Katie’s stomach, stopping once to look up and a dismayed Katie, who soon felt amazement wash over her when she saw Amanda’s little devil girl smile.

“Oh my gosh, what Escort Ankara are you going to to?” Katie said in a near whisper.

Without saying anything, Amanda unbuttoned Katie’s jeans and pulled the tabs back and kissed her along her panty line. Katie let out soft moan as she closed her eyes and lightly held onto Amanda’s head. Amanda then unzipped the jeans and pulled the ends back as far as they would go so she could kiss Katie with soft almost feather-like kisses on her stomach and around the top her panties. This drove Katie into a huge rush of arousal. She sweating profusely, had trouble catching her breath but otherwise was quiet.

Amanda left Katie’s body to take off her boots. Katie lifted herself off the couch when Amanda started pulling on her jeans, leaving her dressed in an open top, bra and wet panties. Amanda kept Katie close to cuming when she planted light kisses on her knees and inner thighs. Katie’s panties were now sopping wet and clung to her. Amanda kissed her gently on her panties just above her vagina, then kept kissing lower and lower until her lips were on Katie’s vagina, only separated by her silk panties. Looking up at her lover for a moment, Amanda clenched the top of Katie’s panties with her teeth and started removing them which drove Katie into a frenzy. She gently slid the panties off of Katie, and then kissed her knees and inner tights on her way back up.

Amanda liked Katie between her inner and outer lips. She used her left fingers to gently stroke Katie’s clitoris as her tongue teased her by just touching the entrance of her vagina over and over again. Katie was in a full arousal mode and came hard as Amanda continued her stimulation efforts. Katie’s orgasm lasted more than five seconds during which Katie leaned back into the couch, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head.

When she calmed down and took a few breaths, she leaned down and gave Amanda a big kiss. They got undressed and took a shower in her office bathroom to clean themselves off and cool down so they could get finish any remaining work and hurry back home where more fun between them was sure to follow.

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A rainy, fall afternoon I made my first trip to the Fantasy Boutique. It’s an adult bookstore in the edge of Philadelphia with toys, DVDs, magazines, and also has private dances, private viewing booths, and a three room theater.

I walked in casually enough, and made my way straight back to where I realized they had girls giving private dances. On the opposite side of the hallway is the bill acceptor to allow access to the booths.

I gave my admission and found an empty booth. Many of them were unoccupied, and there were several men milling around in the common area. I entered booth number four. I put a few dollars in and browsed the selection of videos. They had everything. EVERYTHING!

I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock. I kept glancing at the hole that led to booth five, but had no offers.

After watching a handful of clips on the TV, I decided to make my way to the theater.

Back into the lobby and to the left. I pay admission, and in we go. It’s so dark it takes a moment to collect your bearings.

The first room has a large projection screen showing a young girl getting double teamed by two well endowed men. There were about three rows of seats Ankara escort occupied sparsely by two men jerking off, and two older, black men, sleeping.

I continued on to the room showing gay porn. Two muscular jocks were pounding away at one another as the only man in there was asleep.

I moved further back, and went down a small hallway with a small monitor playing shemale porn. So, I sat, and discreetly stroked my cock on the bench. A few men would stop and look and comment on my cock.

All of the men that passed by ended up going through a small, dark hallway into another room. There are three booth like seats, and a large, round, upholstered table in the middle of the room.

A bi threesome was playing on the TV, and man was visibly and audibly sucking a man’s cock in the far right booth. It was pretty hot. He was shamelessly slurping down two cocks going back and forth between them.

I again unzipped and stroked myself watching the porn and the men in the corner. I caught some of the men watching me and rubbing themselves. It was very hot and made me more excited.

After some time, I decide to change venue, so I again entered the gay room, and went to the Ankara escort bayan elevated seating area. There was a man pleasuring himself while watching the men across from him. One man had his pants at his ankles and the other steadily stroked his cock foot him and played with his nipples. He moaned and writhed as he neared orgasm.

I sat at the couch adjacent to them, watching and stroking my bare cock. After a few moments, I leaned back and watched the movie playing. The film was a young man sucking a huge, white cock.

As I looked away from the screen, I noticed all of the men looking at me while I jerked myself. After a short time, the man receiving a hand job stood, and shot a pretty large load, causing me to edge my cock to the delight of the spectators.

Directly after cumming, he exited the theater. My interest in the room died, so I returned to the main theater. I watched a young blonde taking it from behind and gently stroked myself while another man jerked his huge cock to my left. Sadly, he seemed to want to keep to himself.

Again, the scene kind of died. So, I made my way to the back again. A man was in the far left seat going down on man standing in front Escort Ankara of him. I began to watch and jerk myself. Within minutes, the man standing started to cum. The guy blowing him moaned with pleasure as he swallowed his load and continued to tease his cock.

The man standing left and the guy on the seat waved me over, saying “C’mon, what ya got? Give it to me.”

My cock is rock hard when I approach him. I stand a certain so I can watch the solo shemale porn playing as he hungrily sucks me with no hands.

He would get my cock soaked and jerk me with both his hands. It felt so fucking good.

An older black man comes and stands, blatantly watching me.

“Looks good with my cock in his mouth, doesn’t he?”

“Oh yes. Oh yes.” he said softly, slowly stroking himself.

He moaned as he swallowed my whole cock, and took me right to the edge. I removed my cock from his mouth, and smacked it on his tongue repeatedly before shoving it deep in his mouth,

“Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum”

He pushed me into his throat as I fired nine shots of cum and he didn’t even flinch. He stroked me dry.

I nearly fell over because my orgasm amidst floored me. I was so turned on and came so hard.

I stepped away and allowed the man next to me to step up as I situated myself and made my way out.

I left that night and knew I’d be back soon. That was one of my favorite experiences.

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Special thanks to Le Gourmand for editing this story.

*

Emily Johnston was 19 years old. Brushing her bangs out of her eyes she heads out of the kitchen, glass of water in hand and trudged up the stairs. Her day old pajamas wrinkled and creased, hanging limply from her thin frame. If one could have seen her 6 months ago, one would never believe she was the same girl. Her parents, Ron and Jessica were at this very minute sitting in their bedroom, and as usual she was the topic of their discussion, a rather intense one, at that.

‘Ron, we’ve got to do something, we can’t just let her keep lying around doing nothing all day. It’s just not good for her. She should be out, in college making friends and having a life,’ Sighing, Jessica looked over at her husband, wishing he’d take her words more seriously rather than with the usual aloofness. Was she the only one who knew that it was unhealthy, not to mention weird that a formerly bubbly, eager teenager would suddenly turn into a hermit? A lot of things could confuse and confound, presenting dead ends of thought, and it seemed that this was one such case for Jessica.

‘Sweetie, have you tried talking to her? You’re her mother and it’s your job to get to the bottom of this. You’re the only one who thinks she has a problem, I keep telling you to leave it alone, all teens go through this and she’s fine. But no, you have to make this into a big deal. Leave the girl alone.’ Ron crossed his arms, giving Jessica the same look usually reserved for parents disappointed with their children. It was obvious he was not pleased with whatever was going on right now.

‘You’re just annoyed we have to stay home to deal with this. I know we had plans for when you retired, but maybe it’s partially our fault leaving her alone so much the last few years. Did you ever think of that Mr. Know-it-All?’

‘You didn’t seem to mind my retiring early when you could travel all over the world Jessica. You’re her mother. If you thought of her back then instead of now, maybe we wouldn’t be having this discussion,’ Giving his pillows a few light punches Ron tried to get comfortable knowing he’d never get to sleep like this. Once Jessica got something on her mind, she didn’t let it go. Lying flat on his back he quickly ran over their life in his mind, thinking where he might have went wrong, sighing out softly, shutting his eyes and sinking into the darkness.

As stock broker he worked hard when his son was young, entrusting his rearing mostly to his wife who was more than happy to stay at home while he went out and made a living to keep food on the table. If only he knew what else she’d been doing on the side he might have been home more often, if only to make sure his wife didn’t feel so neglected. A few months after his divorce, walking out of a restaurant with a client, he’d literally run into Jessica, and after striking up a conversation, they’d been with each other ever since. It must’ve been some kind of special chemistry between them.

Her daughter Emily – ‘Emma’ as they called her at home – was only a few years younger than his boy and never made him feel less than he was Ankara escort her father, addressing him as ‘dad’ pretty much right after the wedding. A few smart business moves led him to hit gold, making him very, very wealthy before his 35th birthday, and he decided that day to work smart and not hard from then on. He took early retirement knowing with the money he had saved up they could live more than comfortably on the interest, while still traveling the world as both he and his wife had always dreamed of.

The children were old enough to care for themselves by then, he’d thought, though he always made sure they could be reached at any time day or night and in the 4 years they were away they never even called once, giving the parents no reason to worry.

‘I did my job, Jessica. I took great care of you and the kids, made sure they wanted for nothing, and gave them the best of everything. We know she isn’t on drugs like half of the other kids in this neighborhood are, and we know it’s not a boy since she wouldn’t date any of these losers. What else can be wrong with her?’

‘She’s gorgeous, did great in school and has never had to worry a day in her life. I think you’re making something out of nothing, hunny, just relax and try to get some sleep, we can talk about Emmy in the morning.’ Ron took a deep breath, breathing only when he finished what he had to say.

Turning over in bed and rolling her eyes, Jessica thought, that’s it I’ve tried everything I know how, tomorrow I’m calling a therapist. She ruminated over the past years, wondering exactly where it all went to hell, but the hour was late and her mind soon drifted off to sleep, and she too went silent in the Sandman’s embrace.

***

Emily lay in bed preparing for another night of little to no sleep, as usual. Lying back against her pillows with her mind running through her day, she couldn’t quite remember where all the hours went. One minute it was morning, the next it was time to go to bed. Wishing he, her beloved, were here to talk to, she plumped her pillow and tried again to drift off but every time she closed her eyes she saw his own. The softest of brown, his eyes were warm and inviting, yet capable of turning dark and hard in an instant. This she imagined in her mind’s eye, shuddering when those eyes shook with punishing thunder, but feeling warm honey flow through her when they cleared and glowed radiant with inviting charm.

Shaking her head to clear them away, Emily remembered with a reminiscent smile the feel of sitting in his lap, his arms lazily holding her about the waist, but she knew he wouldn’t let her tumble out of them, if she ever slipped just because of sitting. Her head fit perfectly against his strong shoulder as if his body were meant for hers. In her mind, it was. It would always be that way. Warmth settled over her, creeping across her cool skin. Imaging his arms around her waist as they’d sat countless times in the past, wishing every single moment that passed counted for five more, she dozed off, still dreaming about how safe and secure she felt within the embrace of those strong arms.

***

Getting Ankara escort bayan home from a day full of classes, Emily bounced up the stairs, dropping her purse and books haphazardly behind her without looking back. Seated on her bed, she kicked off her shoes and brought her small foot up, kneading it with her thumbs. Feeling some tension ease out of her she did the same to the other, admiring her artfully painted toenails in the process. Baby blue and gentle to the eyes, they were playful yet beautifully done, not unlike everything else in her life.

Glancing at the clock it was barely 4 pm and she knew she would have the house to herself for a few hours. She grinned to herself and walked to her closet and pushed aside some shoeboxes, as if looking for something, setting some aside and basically reaching to the far back and finding her prize. Nothing distinguished it from the others but for the fact that the shoebox was marked size 6 instead of the size 7 she actually wore. Asides from that, it was actually quite plain and ubiquitous being a plain tan, nothing that would attract the attention of any would-be thieves or snoopers.

Heading to her armoire she hooked her finger into a tiny latch and the doors sprung open, revealing a 32-inch flat panel TV screen and an expensive DVD player. Picking out a DVD from her ‘box of goodies’, as she liked to call it, she grabbed the remote and went back to her bed, moving some pillows out of the way.

Lying on her tummy, she started the movie, a little tingle of anticipation going through her, though this movie wasn’t technically hers. She borrowed it – all right she stole it, and that made the anticipation even sweeter. She wanted to giggle to herself because of the sheer mischief in this act. Marcus had so many he’d never notice one missing would he? She didn’t even know what this movie was called – it was tossed under his bed with his other pornos. Whatever it was, she’d been waiting the whole week for the chance to watch it.

Static filled the screen and Emily thought that what she inserted might have just been some kind of blank disc, and she felt a tinge of disappointment begin to burn in her belly, but just as she was scooting forward to grab another DVD from the box an image of a blonde leaped on screen. Beautiful, with lush breasts she was seated on a chair, smiling up at the camera. Clad in nothing but slacks, she started to touch her breasts and giggled before covering her face. Suddenly a voice fills the silence, telling her to lower her hands and touch herself for him. Hey, that’s Marcus, Emily thinks, and then scoots closer on the edge of her bed, a big grin on her face.

The blonde did as she was told, nervously not looking up at the camera blushing from her breasts to her ears. ‘Pinch those nipples, baby,’ she hears and watches, riveted knowing where this would lead, but unable to look away. She’d never heard him like that, so manly and bossy. It awoke deeper, much more animalistic tendencies that stirred warmth in her loins.

‘Lie down, and spread your legs,’ again the girl doesn’t hesitate and nether does Emily. She lies down across her Escort Ankara queen size bed and lets her legs part, her little white panties starting to get wet.

‘Touch it baby, over the panties…that’s it good girl… really slowly over the panties.” Soft moans fill her room as the blonde loses her shyness, clearly getting into being told what to do for the tape. Tentatively Emily brings her hand down following his directions; she suddenly felt shy though she has the house to herself and Marcus would never know what she’s done. She gingerly ran finger on the outside of her panties up and down gently, her fingernail teasing her damp nether lips through the fabric. Her eyes were glued to the screen as she mimicked the blonde’s every move, followed his every command. It was causing her heart to race, causing her slit to moisten with every passing moment.

Finally, she pulled her panties off and flung them across the room and heard it hit the door with a soft thud of slightly moist fabric, sort of like a raw steak slapping against flesh. Her right hand snaked down her body again and using two fingers she separated her outer lips, allowing the fingers on her left hand to explore her pussy, stoking, probing, and pulling the folds gently. Nimbly moving them along her now-soaked pussy getting herself to the edge then pulling back never making a move the man on screen didn’t order the blonde to.

By the time the blonde was begging to be fucked, Emily was biting her lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure, her finger working her clit in fast circles. Her breasts felt heavy and full and her body was tight as a bow, aching for release before he finally set the camera down and stepped into its view. She moaned out longingly, wanting to feel his cock throbbing and pistoning deep inside of her, plunging deeper and deeper, stretching her wider and bringing them both to climax.

Her thighs were wet with her sexual juices and sweat, and she stroked her clit faster and harder with each passing moment, the burning in her loins overwhelming already as she waited whatever cues she could take in order for her to stick a finger into her pussy already. She alternated between stroking her breast and thighs with her free hand, pinching and twisting the pink nub between her thumb and index finger, stroking over the pink skin of her areola and snaking down to her sweaty and moist thighs, each stroke edging closer and closer against her swollen pussy lips, the puffy skin just ripe for the stroking, and she gasped out softly as she felt the base of her thumb brush up against the outer lip of her labia.

Her eyes still glued to the screen, she saw him. Gloriously naked, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat he was masculinity personified to Emily, at least in her eyes. From the way his muscles rippled as he stalked towards the begging blonde, to the way he gripped her in his powerful arms, pulling her to his chest and crushing his lips unto hers. Emily was riveted; this was better than any other porno she’d seen. Finally, he spread the blonde’s thighs and buried himself inside her to the hilt in one thrust. Emily let her self go and plunged a finger inside her aching pussy and climaxing instantly, her walls clamping around her finger in a vice-like grip. Her eyes shut tightly; as her head tossed back in bliss, she knew she’d never look at Marcus the same way again.

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