Mother-In-Law’s Resistance Fades

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The morning after our turkey day tryst, my mother-in-law Marilyn, apparently more level-headed and pious while sober, pretended like nothing had happened between us. When we shared a moment alone together in the kitchen, I slid up behind her and kissed her neck. She pulled away from me and gave me a little nudge with her elbow. I was puzzled to say the least.

Marilyn spoke barely a word to me the rest of the weekend. As Linzie and I got in our car to drive home, I had begun to wonder if the basement rendevous with my mother-in-law was a one-time thing. A small part of me even doubted that the whole thing had happened. It was such a wild and surreal experience. Had I dreamed the whole thing?

Of course I knew I hadn’t, but I was quite angry that I still had not satisfied the craving for my mother-in-law. Each time within the next couple of weeks that I fucked my wife, I tried to imagine it was her mom. But now, having felt and seen the real thing, it was harder to pretend.

About mid-December, three weeks after that fateful Thanksgiving Day, I got a call from Marilyn. I was at home with the afternoon off from work. She asked if we could get together and talk. Talk? Is that really all she wanted to do was talk? I invited her over to find out.

Marilyn walked into the house, bundled up in her winter coat, with a sour look on her face.

“Fuck,” I said to myself, she really does just want to talk.

Marilyn wouldn’t even take off her coat at first, until finally with my insistance, she allowed me to take it from her. I told her to come in and sit down, but she refused, preferring to stand in the doorway.

“Let’s make this short and sweet,” she started. “What happened on Thanksgiving was a mistake. We both know that if anyone ever found out what happened, our marriages would be destroyed. And I know Ankara bayan escort we both don’t want that.”

“I love your daughter, but she doesn’t come close to making me feel the way you do,” I responded. “And don’t tell me Jim, satisfies you, because I know he doesn’t.”

“I love Jim.”

“And I love Linzie. But what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“But what if–,”

I cut her off mid-sentence by shoving my lips upon hers and kissing her.

It didn’t take long for her resistance to melt, soon she was kissing me back, stammering in between our passion, “But it’s not right.”

I looked Marilyn straight in the eye, and said, “Marilyn, I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for ten years. I NEED to fuck you.”

I kissed her neck, sucking gently, and then I heard her relinquish softly, “fuck me. fuck me.”

With that I led her to my wife and I’s bedroom. I kissed Marilyn in the center of the room and laid her down upon the bed.

Quickly I unbottoned her blouse, practically tearing the buttons off. I pulled her bra up and brought my mouth to her nipples and hungrily sucked upon them. I felt her fingers running through the back of my hair as I lovingly suckled at her tit, using my free hand to massage her other breast.

After a bit of breast work, I yanked Marilyn’s jeans down, pausing momentarily to check out her underwear that in truth were nothing special, just a blue pair of brief style panties. I yanked her panties off with her jeans, and she lay before me completely naked except for the white bra that still was haphazardly caught above her tits and below her neck. I took care of that by quickly pulling her bra above her head.

I started to remove my clothing as soon as possible, frantically trying to get my cock into this 56 year-old woman as soon as possible. Escort bayan Ankara I could tell Marilyn couldn’t wait either. Just as my final piece of clothing, my right sock, left my body, I climbed on top of Marilyn and readied to fuck her.

However, she stopped me by saying, “no,” and grabbing me by the shoulders, pushing me down on my back as she roled her curvy frame on top of mine. I smiled, getting ready to enjoy the ride.

I watched Marilyn take my rock hard cock in hand and position it underneath her.

“Oh wow,” I moaned as I felt her pussy slide down upon my cock. She was so warm and so wet. Like her daughter, Marilyn’s vagina was big and expansive, but it still felt fucking unbelievable.

I reached up and cupped her breast as she slowly slid down on my cock. As she began to pick up the pace, I enjoyed watching her droopy 36 C, maybe D tits began to bounce. This is paradise I thought.

As I began to squeeze Marilyn’s nipples, she quickened the pace. As she did this, I took a moment to look at a picture of my wife on my nightstand smiling at me. Oh, if you could only see me now dear, I thought.

Marilyn began pounding down on my cock, “Oh fuck me baby,” I said.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, your cock feels good” is about all Marilyn could get out as she focused on riding me.

She was so wet, that the juices that had dripped from her pussy, were now helping to make squishy noises as she pounded down on my cock with no abandon.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” Marilyn moaned. I quit twisting on her nipples and moved my hands to her hips where I helped ram her down on my cock.

“Oh, son! Oh son!”mmmmmm fuccckkk!” I felt an explosion of fluid as she grinded down on my dick as hard and deep as she could.

I sat back marvelling at the beauty of this woman as her panting slowed Bayan escort Ankara and she savored the shivers of the orgasm which had just hit her by slowly rolling on my cock.

Tired, she fell forward and I kissed her. Grabbing her ass cheeks I thrust my dick upward and circled it around in her pussy. Oh it felt good.

“My turn,” I said.

With that I pulled out from her and moved behind her. Putting my hands underneath her hips, she helped me pull her up onto all fours–her big ass staring right at me.

I gave one cheek a spank. Marilyn smiled, “Isn’t mommy supposed to be the one doing the spanking?”

I took hold of her hips and moved my dick to her pussy from the rear…and entered her.

“Oh fuck,” I said again as I began fucking her from behind. I watched excitedly as her ass flabbed with every thrust. I savored a couple of minutes of slow fucking and then I picked up the pace.

“Oh you fuck so much better than your daughter,” I said as I pounded my mother-in-law’s pussy. That statement was meant with an extra loud groan. “I might have to bring you over to show her a thing or two.”

I leaned forward so I could feel Marilyn’s tits as I fucked her from behind. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “from now on, I want to fuck you all the time, Marilyn. Oh fuck.”

I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so went for broke.

As my balls slapped against her ass my mother-in-law moaned. I took tight hold of her hips and fucked as hard and as fast as I could until I felt myself tightening up. Right before I came, I took one last deep as I could thrust and held it in Marilyn’s pussy as far in as i could, reaching down to cup her tits. I exploded deep inside her, cumming like I had never cum before. Enjoying the sensation of filling her up momentarily and then collapsing in a heap on top of Marilyn.

I managed to gather up enough energy to kiss the back of the neck. Without even thinking the words came out of my mouth, “I Love you.”

“I love you too,” she said as we laid together, exhausted, catching our breaths.

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Seduced by a Stepdaughter Ch. 04

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The doorbell rang on Friday afternoon and Michelle opened it to see her best friend Kristen standing there. The first thing Michelle noticed was that Kristen looked angry. Hand on her hip, lips pursed, green eyes glaring.

“Kristen, it’s so great to see you, but what’s wrong?” Michelle asked her.

“Can I come in, or are you too busy?” Kristen asked in a terse tone with a snotty emphasis on “busy”.

“Of course! Come in, my dad’s still at work,” Michelle shared with her friend as she ushered her to the living room.

The girls sat down on the leather couch facing each other. Michelle had a good idea why her friend was mad. She hadn’t had much time for friends lately with school and the demands placed on her by her stepfather. Fulfilling his needs seemed to fill the majority of her free time. Fulfilling hers took up the rest.

Kristen was taking classes at the junior college just like Michelle, but they didn’t have any of the same classes and rarely saw each other.

“Are we still friends?” Kristen asked. Her eyes filled up with tears and she no longer looked so angry, just sad.

“Of course we are,” Michelle assured her. “I’ve just been busy with school and stuff and haven’t had much time for fun.”

Kristen leaned across the couch and hugged her friend. “I’ve missed you so much!” she confessed. “So much has happened since I saw you last and I need my best friend to talk to.”

Kristen then poured out her heart to her friend. She and her boyfriend, Matt, had broken up. Matt was attending a college in the next town and he had been cheating on her with some slut he met there. Kristen had found out on Facebook.

“I’m done with guys!” Kristen cried vehemently. “They just use you and move on to the next girl willing to suck their cocks.”

“You don’t mean that,” Michelle reassured her. “You’ll meet someone better than Matt and you’ll change your mind.”

The girls both looked toward the kitchen when they heard the back door open. Rick was home and he walked in on the girls hugging and crying together.

“Who died?” Rick joked.

“Oh, Daddy, don’t be a dick,” Michelle scolded him. “Kristen is going through a tough time. Come on Kristen, let’s go in my room so we can talk in private”

The girls went into Michelle’s room. Michelle flopped down on her bed and Kristen began looking through the closet. It was a ritual the girls had, trying on each other’s clothes. They could share most of their clothing, except for some of their tops. Kristen was quite a bit larger than her friend in that area.

“I got a new dress at Forever 21. It’s the blue one hanging on the right. You should try it on,” Michelle told her friend.

“This one?” Kristen asked. “It has spaghetti straps and the top part looks too small for me.”

“The fabric is stretchy. It’ll fit. Just try it,” Michelle encouraged her.

Kristen removed her clothing until she was standing in front of Michelle’s closet in nothing but her bra and panties. She stepped into the dress and slipped it easily up her long, slim legs, over her curvy hips and flat, tight stomach. When she reached her breasts, she removed her bra and tugged the top of the dress into place. It Ankara escort took a little effort to cover her breasts and pull the straps over her shoulders.

Kristen stepped back and looked herself over in the mirrored closet door. She pursed her lips and looked displeased. She had always been uncomfortable with her breasts. They grew to a 34DD in ninth grade and since then she had not had a conversation with a male who looked her in the face when he talked. It tended to make a girl self-conscience. She didn’t like to wear anything that put her breasts on display, and this dress definitely displayed them.

“You look amazing in that,” exclaimed Michelle. “Wear that out this weekend and Matt will eat his heart out.”

Kristen continued to gaze at her image in the mirror, trying to see what her friend saw. The blue was a nice color on her and contrasted with her pale skin and shiny, dark hair. Her breasts were barely covered by the dress. Her nipples were just out of sight below the neckline and the firm, rounded edges of her breasts were easily visible on the sides. Would he even notice her in this dress, she wondered to herself. A tear slowly rolled down her pretty face.

“Oh no, honey, don’t cry. He’s not worth it,” Michelle told her and crossed the room to look over her friend’s shoulder into the mirror.

“You look unbelievable in this dress. So sexy and pretty,” Michelle continued to encourage her friend as she put her arm around her friend’s tiny waist from behind.

Kristen turned in her friend’s embrace and looked at her. She leaned in and kissed Michelle softly on the lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “You always make me feel better.”

Michelle was surprised by the kiss. Kristen had never kissed her before, but she had to admit, she liked it. She leaned in this time and kissed her back. This kiss was longer, but still very soft and a little wet as Kristen ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of Michelle’s lips.

The friends pulled apart and looked at each other, both of them afraid to break the silence and ruin the moment. Michelle brought her hand up and ran the tip of her index finger along the neckline of the dress and across the top of Kristen’s breasts.

“I’ve always been jealous of these,” Michelle admitted. “I’ve always wanted to see you without your bra.”

Without saying a word, Kristen slowly lowered the straps of the dress and pushed the top to her waist. Michelle couldn’t speak. She just reached out and gently cupped one breast in her hand and rubbed the nipple of the other with her thumb until the dark pink tip grew erect.

“Ohhh, that feels good,” Kristen moaned as she dropped her head back.

Michelle took her friend’s hand and led her to the bed. She rolled the dress the rest of the way down Kristen’s legs until she was standing in just her pink, cotton bikini panties.

“I’ve seen you in a bathing suit, but you are so much more beautiful like this,” Michelle told her as she ran her finger down Kristen’s stomach to the top of her panties.

“But you’re still dressed,” Kristen complained as she reached out and pulled Michelle’s t-shirt off over her head.

Michelle wasn’t wearing a bra. She followed Ankara escort bayan her Daddy’s rules even when he was at work. Her breasts were a few sizes smaller than Kristen’s but they were high and firm with thick, long, pink nipples.

“You’re beautiful too,” Kristen told her. “I’ve always envied your perky tits and the way your nipples poke out in every top you wear.”

Michelle stood in front of her friend in nothing but a baby blue pair of Sophie shorts now. She took Kristen’s hands and pulled her onto the bed where she began kissing her with greater fervor. Both girls were getting hotter and wetter as they played with each other’s breasts and kissed as if in a frenzy.

“I want to suck your nipples,” Kristen whispered. “I’ve fantasized about that so many times.”

“Yes, oh yes, please,” Michelle sighed.

Kristen took Michelle’s nipple into her mouth and used her tongue to swirl around it and suck. It grew harder and unbelievably longer as she sucked and began to nibble.

Michelle was in heaven with her sexy best friend sucking and biting her nipples. She took the opportunity to massage Kristen’s large, round tits in return. The girls sucked and squeezed in rhythm as they began to rub each other’s cotton-covered pussies together. Their humping became more furious until they were both on the edge of coming.

“Touch my pussy, please. I’m so close. Make me come,” Kristen begged.

Michelle slid one of her hands into her friend’s panties. Her hair there was soft and curly over the lips of her cunt. Kristen moaned as Michelle ran her finger along her slit and opened her for exploration.

“You’re so wet,” Michelle told her and gathered some of Kristen’s juices on her middle finger and lubricated her clit.

The girls began kissing again as Michelle rubbed the other girl’s clit in slow circles. As their tongues and lips licked and sucked, Michelle began to move her finger with increasing speed.

“Uhhhh, yeeesss,” Kristen cried as she squeezed her thighs together and came all over Michelle’s hand.

“Wow, that was intense,” she said when she could breath again.

“That was nothing,” Michelle told her. “I want to show you another way to come. It’s the most intense feeling I have ever experienced.”

“Take off your panties, lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me,” Michelle instructed.

Kristen did as she was told. She propped herself up on the pillows, slid her panties down her legs and spread her legs while bending them at the knees.

Michelle lowered herself between her friend’s long legs, reached out and spread her pussy lips with her fingers.

Kristen was soaking wet and so pink inside she was almost red. With her palm up, Michelle inserted her two middle fingers into the pretty little fringed cunt in front of her. She found the bundle of nerves she was looking for just inside, on the front wall of her cunt, behind her clit. She began to stroke it with her fingertips.

“Oh my god,” Kristen gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, just lay back and enjoy it,” Michelle told her.

“But it feels like I’m going to pee. Don’t make me pee on the bed,” Kristen said, sounding a little embarrassed. Escort Ankara

“You won’t pee. I promise. Trust me,” Michelle reassured her.

Michelle used the tip of her tongue to run up the seam of Kristen’s pussy until she came to her clit. She used her tongue to work the hood back and began sucking her friend’s clit while she stroked her g-spot with increasing speed. Before too long, Kristen began to moan loudly again and shake all over.

“Oh god! I can’t stand it anymore,” she cried as clear girl juices began to spray out of her cunt all over Michelle’s face, hand and breasts.

Michelle smiled at her accomplishment and crawled up the bed to cuddle her new lover. They rolled into each other and began to kiss and fondle each other again. Kristen lowered her hand to Michelle’s shorts and slid it under the waistband. Michelle’s pussy was all smooth and wet.

“Oh wow, you don’t have any hair down there,” Kristen exclaimed. “That is so sexy!”

“We can shave your hair off too,” Michelle told her. “I would love to do that for you.”

Suddenly, a knock came at Michelle’s door. Both girls jumped apart and scrambled to find their shirts.

“Are you ladies okay in there?” Rick asked.

“I made some dinner if you are hungry,” he said as he opened his stepdaughter’s bedroom door.

Upon opening the door, Rick immediately comprehended the situation. The girls were flushed, with hard nipples sticking out of their t-shirts. The room smelled like female juices and Rick became hard instantly.

“What have you girls been up to in here?” Rick asked, eyeing Michelle’s hard nipples. His eyes then moved on to Kristen’s large, round breasts and then down to her lack of pants, a fact she was futilely trying to cover with the hem of her shirt.

“Nothing Daddy,” Michelle lied sweetly. “Just some girl talk, nothing you’d be interested in.”

“I doubt that,” Rick replied with an evil grin.

“Can I talk to you in my room for a minute?” Rick requested.

Michelle looked at her friend apologetically and followed her stepdad into the hallway and into his room. He closed the door after she entered.

“What were you an Kristen doing in your room,” Rick asked her. “And don’t lie to me.”

“I’m so sorry Daddy. We were just fooling around. Experimenting, that’s all,” Michelle cried.

“Does she know about us?” he asked her.

“No, I would never tell our secret unless you told me to,” Michelle promised.

“Maybe you should tell her,” Rick mused aloud. “She is a sexy little thing, just like you…and those big, round tits! They make me hard just looking at them inside her clothing.”

Michelle wasn’t sure how to feel about this last confession from her stepfather. Should she be jealous? She was, but she could also feel the juices in her pussy beginning to flow again as she imagined her Daddy with her best friend. Could she share him? After this afternoon, could she share Kristen?

“What do you want me to do, Daddy,” Michelle asked, bowing her head and assuming a submissive pose.

“Go back to your friend and resume your play,” he directed her. “Make her come again like I showed you and then tell her where you learned it.”

“What if she is disgusted and runs away,” Michelle asked.

“That’s a risk worth taking,” Rick grinned as he shooed Michelle back to her own room with her hot and sexy little girlfriend.

To be continued…

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Mark Has a Threesome Ch. 01

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Mark replays the words in his head.

‘Would you like a threesome Mark?’

These are the words that Tina has said to him in her new video clip. They haven’t seen each other for a few days since they fucked next to his wife and Tina’s sister. So this, this was a surprise.

“A threesome?” He asks himself out loud.

He emails her back with a simple, ‘Who do you have in mind?’

Her reply is instant, ‘It’s completely up to you…’

His reply is quick, ‘You’re on. I’ll sort it out.’

He smirks while thinking, his hand rubs his cock through his work trousers, making it come to life. He flicks back to the video she’s sent and looks at her body. He leans towards the screen and fast forwards the video to see what she gets up to.

He watches her slide a butt plug into her delicious ass and moans as it enters her.

“This is a new toy Mark. I bought it because of you.” She smiles at the camera.

She reaches for something else, it looks like a remote. He squints.

“And this is what it does Mark.” She giggles.

She presses a button and lets out a gasp. Turning away from the camera, she kneels near the foot of the bed and places her head onto the covers. She places her hands on her ass and spreads her cheeks so that Mark can view her from behind.

He lets out a moan and fiddles with his trousers, trying to free his now fully erect cock.

“Mark, are you home?” His wife shouts, slamming the front door behind her.

“For fuck sake!” He whispers angrily, and flicks off the computer monitor.

“Yes. I’m upstairs.” He stands and walks to his office door.

Leah climbs the stairs and gives him a small smile.

“Hi.” She almost whispers.

She’s being behaving strangely around him … shy, and innocent since he rammed his cock deep into her virgin ass. She blushes slightly under his gaze.

“I have a present for you.” Mark tells her.

“You do?”

“Yes. Come here.”

He takes her hand and leads her to the chaise lounge in his office. He sits her down and heads over to his desk. He smiles as he opens the drawer and lifts out a black piece of fabric. He carries it over to his wife.

“Mark, what ..?” Her eyebrows crease.

“It’s a blindfold. Here.”

He places it over her eyes before she can object and ties the knot tightly at the back of her head.

“What are you …?”

“Sssh.” He cuts her off. “Just do as I ask OK baby? It’ll be fun.”

“Mark.” Her tone turns icy.

“Can you see anything?” He asks her.

“No …” She mumbles. “Nothing.”

“That’s good … You should visit your sister tonight. She rang for you earlier and she sounded a bit upset.”

He leans his head close to hers, breathing on her skin, and kisses her collarbone.

“No, I … I have work …” She stutters.

“No, you don’t. It can wait.” He tells her while squeezing her breasts through her shirt. He licks down one side of her neck and nibbles on her earlobe.

He slowly un-buttons her shirt and slides her breasts out of her bra. He tweaks her nipples between his forefinger and thumb.

“Oh!” She gasps with pleasure Ankara bayan escort and pain.

He runs his tongue over each of her nipples, rolling it over them, sucking them softly before he nips them gently, then harder until she gasps again. He slides his hands up her legs, making her shiver. She doesn’t have tights on today.

“Lay down.” He instructs.

She settles herself on the chair, legs pulled slightly apart. He lowers his head to her legs and pushes them further apart with his hands. He blows on her soft skin, causing her to shiver. His tongue flicks out and he licks the inner part of her thighs, slowly guiding his tongue closer to her pussy. He places a finger on her silk panties and runs it up and down, pressing slightly against her dampening mound.

He slips a finger inside her panties and with a light touch, he runs it the length of her slit. She shudders and moans, arching her bottom towards him. She opens her legs further, urging him on, wanting him to touch her.

“Please.” She murmurs.

He smiles at this. His wife, the one who wasn’t interested in him until yesterday, after months and months of neglect, begging him to touch her. To please her.

Slowly he starts to circle his finger on her swollen nub. His touch is light and only occasionally does he increase the pressure to please her. She moans with each circle that his finger makes. He lowers his head and teases her entrance with his tongue.

“Yes, yes.” She mutters to him.

He presses his finger to her clit and begins to rub it harder, she writhes under his finger and jerks her now soaking pussy up to his face, wanting him to go in. She grunts in frustration as he teases her, pulling his tongue away and lessening the pressure on her clit.

“No … Please.” She begs him, her voice desperate.

He grabs her ass with both of his hands and pulls her closer to his face. He runs his tongue from her clit to her pussy entrance and with one quick flick, his tongue enters her. She squeals and her hands fly to his head, pushing him down, trying to keep him in.

He pulls away.

“Go visit your sister tonight.”

“Yes! Yes I will. Please, don’t stop!” She squeals in frustration.

He dips his tongue into her once more and then pulls away before her hands can find his head again. He needs to stop now. He needs his plan to work. She needs to be gagging for it.

He kisses her fully on the mouth and whispers in her ear.

“I promise I’ll give you more later. Now go see your sister.”

……………

He looks at the clock again, 22:00. She’s been at Tina’s for 3 hours. ‘Now is a good time.’ He thinks to himself.

He picks up the blindfold, some rope and a rubber strap on then places them in a bag and lets himself out of the house.

He rubs his cock with the palm of his hand while driving to Tina’s. When he arrives, he adjusts his cock slightly in his jeans, then walks up her driver and knocks on the door.

“Ready for our threesome?” He whispers to Tina as she answers the door.

He lets himself in as she stands there frowning at him. He tilts his head until the frown disappears Escort bayan Ankara and she seems to have understood.

“You told her?” She whispers angrily.

“No, of course not. She doesn’t know.”

“Then how can we possibly have a threesome? Besides, she’s my sister! I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can. I have an idea. Trust me.”

He pushes her against the wall and runs his tongue along the side of her neck, his mouth finds her and he kisses her roughly. He winks at her as he pulls away and walks into the living room.

“Mark? … Is everything OK?” His wife, Leah, asks him as he walks in.

“Can I have a word please? In private.” He inclines his head towards the door.

“What is it?” She asks him worriedly.

He takes her hand and pulls her off the sofa, leading her into the hall and up the stairs. He finds the second bedroom and pushes her in, shutting the door behind them.

“Mark? What’s wrong?” Leah asks, her eyes wide.

He grabs her shoulders and pushes her against the door, taking her wrists, he places them above her head and kisses her passionately. His fingers entwine with hers and he rubs his crotch against her. He bites her bottom lip gently and smiles as she gasps between their kisses. She pushes herself against him, grinding against his erect cock.

“I couldn’t wait for you anymore.” He whispers, wanting her to believe him.

“Oh my God. I’m so horny.” She laughs.

He pulls her roughly towards the bed and flings her on it. He climbs straddles her and begins yanking her jeans down her legs.

“Mark. No. Tina …” Her hands slap at him gently.

“I don’t care. Come on Leah. I need to fuck you.” He grunts.

Her jeans come off and his hands are on her breasts before she can react.

“St …” She tries again but he silences her with a kiss.

“Fucking hell Leah. I’m so fucking horny. Just let me fuck you dammit!” He pushes her further up the bed and buries his face in her pants. He pulls them to one side with his finger and thrusts his tongue against her clit. ‘This will work.’ He tells himself. She gasps once and seems to hold her breath. He flicks at her clit again, harder this time and rubs a finger up and down her slit, wanting to make her wetter.

The kissing against the door must have worked because her pussy is already slightly moist.

He slides his tongue towards her entrance and grabbing her thighs with both hands, he pushes her legs further apart and buries his tongue into her cunt.

She gasps loudly and pushes herself further onto his face.

“Yes, Yes” She mumbles while pushing her now sopping cunt against him.

He pulls away from her slowly, teasing her with his tongue as he does so, until he’s sat up right.

“Now will you let me fuck you?” He grins at her.

“Do it. Please … do it. I want … you in me. I want your … cock inside me!” She manages to tell him in-between her heavy breaths.

He picks up his bag from the door where he dropped it and pulls out the blindfold and rope. She opens her mouth to speak, probably to protest, but he places a finger on his lips and takes Bayan escort Ankara her hands in his.

He kisses each of her delicate wrists and wraps the rope around both of them, tying them together. Then he moves her closer to the wooden headboard and ties her hands above her head, well out of reach. She yanks at them a couple of times to see how they hold.

“Perfect. You can’t get out of them.” He whispers in her ear.

He moves his hands to her panties and slips them down her legs slowly, his hands never touching her skin until he gets to her feet. He wraps rope around the left one first, and then gently raises her leg, lifting it higher, and further towards her.

“Mark …” She speaks, trying to move his leg out of her grasp.

“No.” He tells her, grabbing her leg tighter and pushing it against the headboard.

He ties her ankle to the wooden beams tightly then grabs her by the hips and shifts her down the bed a bit until she at least looks a little more comfortable. He reaches for her other leg and pulls that up into the same position and ties the knot.

He stands at the foot of the bed and looks at her. ‘Perfect.’ He thinks to himself. Her legs are pulled over her head and spread apart, not too wide, and tied tightly to the headboard, so that she can’t move. Her hands are tied above her head too, so that she’s can’t touch anything.

He lands a sharp slap on her bare ass, and smirks at her slight gasp. He takes the blindfold and ties it around her head, making sure she can’t see from underneath. He kisses her lips and quickly rubs a finger on her clit.

“Ooo!” She exclaims as he touches her swollen nub.

“I’ll be back in a second baby. Wait here.” He chuckles.

He heads downstairs and finds Tina laid on the sofa. He climbs on top of her and pushes his hard cock against her crotch. His hands squeeze her breasts and he pulls her top up with his teeth to kiss her stomach.

She moans quietly, her hands on his. “Where’s Leah?” She whispers.

“She’s upstairs.” He mumbles into her stomach. “Ready for us.” He continues.

“Does she know now?”

“No.”

“Mark she’s my sister … This isn’t right.” She squirms.

“You wanted a threesome Tina. This is perfect. It’s exciting. She won’t know, I promise.” He smiles at her softly.

“So, what, you’re going to fuck her while touching me?” She frowns.”

“No.” He grins. “You’ll be fucking her, while I fuck you.”

She gasps and frowns at him.

“How am I supposed to do that? She’ll know!”

He laughs quietly.

“So it’s not that I’ve said you’ll be fucking her that’s the problem … its how you’ll do it?” He asks her with a grin on his face.

“I … No … It’s …” She stutters.

“I’ve brought a strap on. You’ll wear it, and fuck her. I’ll be right behind you, fucking you senseless.” He lifts her top further and starts to kiss her bra-less tits.

“Oh, Mark …” She whispers as his mouth wraps around one of her nipples.

He places a hand underneath him and unbuttons her jeans, slips his hand into her pants and slides his finger through her cunt lips.

“Come on Tina. It’ll be fun.” He whispers.

“Yes.”

He gets onto his feet and takes her hand, leading her up the stairs and to the room. Before they enter, he places a hand over her mouth and brings a finger to his lips. He shakes his head. She nods.

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I could not believe it, they both knew what that did to me, they knew that saying that would make me uncontrollably horny, craving a cock, craving sex, my cunt pulsed and throbbed with desire. I stood there looking at my sister’s apartment building. It had been over 10 years since I last saw her, I knew she had not moved. I also knew she could still be mad at me and this may have not been a good idea. I know it was about 7:30 I stood there not being able to make myself go inside.

What if she already went to work? What if she wouldn’t let me in? I still had to call Jim, I had to think up something and make it good. I saw the front door open and a man come out. He said “hey Kelly, you just getting back from a date?” I looked at him and saw he was a very handsome man. I also realized that he had mistaken me for my twin sister Kelly. I would have thought that by now one of had changed enough so no one would mix us up again.

Then he said “You look so hot like that, too bad I have to get to work right now.” I instantly knew two things, first he wanted me, and I needed him worse. I said “Oh I am sure you can spare a few minutes for a quickie, after all, what a better way to start off your day.” I walked up to him and took his hand, lets go inside, I want you bad Darlin, can you handle a hot piece of ass or are you nothing but talk?”

He said “Kelly you know you love my cock, lets get inside before Mary sees us talking” he unlocked the door and we went inside, as the door closed I turned and kissed him. I started rubbing his cock through his pants and it was already hard.

He said “My god Kelly I have never seen you this hot, lets go up to your apartment”

I said “No, I want you here, right here and now.” I unzipped his pants knelt and took his cock in my mouth.

I heard him moan and say “Oh shit Kelly, not here, what if somebody comes?”

I stopped, looked up and said “I want somebody to come, I want you to come real hard.”

He managed to pull me off his cock and walk me down the side stairs at the bottom of the steps we turned a corner and I said, “right here, I want you to fuck me right here, right now.”

I turned around and bent over, he lifted the back of my dress and I felt his cock touch my cunt, I said, “want to fuck my ass baby?”

He said “sure Kelly, you know how much I have wanted that, Jesus, what has gotten into you, I have never seen you like this.”

I said real quick and blunt “If you don’t shut up and fuck me, you are the one that won’t be getting into me, now fuck me.”

I felt him slide into my asshole. I moaned as he filled me. I could barley breath let alone speak; however I did manage to say. “When you come, let me know by saying “now” do you understand, say “Now” when you come.” I heard him grunt and pound into my asshole, our skin was slapping and I was getting a bit loud. And he started saying “Shhhh, Shhhhh, someone might hear you.”

I felt his hand on my mouth and cover it. I could not help it; I was lost to my lust. I felt him start to shoot his sperm and I twisted my head to free my mouth. I said “Say it, say it you bastard, say it.”

He did, he said “Now, Now, Now, OH Shit, Oh Kelly Now, Now baby”

I shuddered and I am sure my eyes rolled up behind my head. I was lost in the pleasure of this nasty sex here in the stairwell, with the possibility of getting caught. I felt him finish and he pulled back catching his breath. I turned and stood in front of him. We kissed and he said “Jesus Kelly what happen to you, I have never seen you this way in all the years I’ve known you.”

I smiled at him and said “Sorry baby, I’m not Kelly, I’m her twin sister, my name is Marline, I am mighty glad to fuck you.. I mean meet you.”

He was stunned, he looked at me and said “Come on Kelly this is Jack, you know me, we’ve been screwing for 7-8 years now, I know you, quit your kidding.”

I said “Oh I’m Marline alright Jack, I was trying to get up the nerve to go up to see Kelly when you made your most welcome offer.”

He asked, “what offer?” I said “to fuck me silly, now you better get off to work, I have got to go see my sister, do you know what time she leaves for work by chance?”

Jack just looked at me and said; “She leaves about 10 or something. My god, you even sound like her when you talk, she never said a word about you.”

I said “that’s ok, I never told anybody about her either.” I turned and walked up the stairs. I found her door and knocked. I waited and finely heard footsteps. I waited and saw she had looked through the peephole. I heard the door unlock and I saw myself standing in front of me. Kelly was wearing a very short white baby doll top with nothing else.

“What are you doing here?” she said as she walked away from the door with me following. I closed the door and said “Kelly, I am sorry, I am so sorry, I need your help, only you can help me.”

I followed her to her kitchen and she started making coffee. She said “You have some fucking nerve Ankara escort coming here, I thought you said I was dead, that you did not have a sister anymore.” I hung my head, my mind was spinning, I wanted to talk to Kelly, I needed her help, and I was sitting there craving sex, craving cock.

I said nothing she continued “You said you did not want me at your wedding, and if I know you well enough, I would bet everything I have that you never even told your fucking priest husband that I even existed did you?” I looked up and said “Yes, I told him I had a sister, I did not tell him we where identical twins.”

“Oh really, then how did you explain why I have never came to meet him?’ I replied “I told him you where busy going to school, and after awhile he stopped asking.” She said, “So what the hell happen that you came here to see me and ask for my fucking help, and what on earth makes you even think I would even want to help you after the way you have treated me all your fucking life?”

I started to cry and Kelly came over and held my shoulder saying “Oh come on Marline, I don’t know what it is, but it sure as hell isn’t that fucking bad.” I cried even more. Kelly went and poured herself a cup of coffee then came back to the table and sat down. I kept saying “I am so sorry, so sorry”

I do not know how many times I said it but I think Kelly got tired of hearing it finely she said “Ok, Ok, your fucking sorry, now what has happen, did you and your priest break up? Are you getting a divorce?”

With those words I began to sob and sob, somewhere in between I managed to say, “No, I don’t think so, I hope not.” She got up and poured me a cup of coffee and told me to drink it, and to calm down. I did and finely managed to stop crying. Kelly asked “Ok kid, out with it, I have to start getting ready for work soon, I can’t be playing this game all day.”

I started and it was all a mess, she stopped me and said “Look Marline, start at the beginning, I can’t help you if I don’t know what it is that is wrong.” I started again telling her how I was driving to a meeting in Abilene and how my van broke down. I told her all about them drugging me and hypnotizing me and that they made over 50 sex movies of me doing all kinds of sick things. I told her that they have turned me into a sex craving manic desiring nasty sick sex all the time and the nastier it was, the more that I craved it.

I told her how they had a trigger word to set me off and turn me on to a point that I had no control over my own will. She wanted details also asked how I got here. I told her every thing including the trip to the park, the sex with my dog and my secretary. I told her about the truck drivers I had screwed and the last person I screwed in her building down in the stair well. Kelly said, “You screwed Jack? You are a fucking whore, you fucked Jack?” I told her I could not help it, I told her he was a man, and I had no idea that he even knew her. I lied, I know, I had to, I told her it was only afterwards that I found out that he knew her.

It helped some, but she was still pissed about it. She said “Ok, wait a minute, I have to call my boss.” She went to the phone called her boss and said “Hey Peter, I have 8 appointment today, I need to take a couple days off and help out my sister in Austin. Yes, I’ll keep my appointments, Ok, yes, I understand, I’ll stop by later with the contracts.”

Kelly turned to me after she hung up the phone and said, “Ok sister, I’ll help you but you are first going to pay for all those years you called me a whore and slut. I can fix this for you, it is easy, but you are going to pay for my help and pay it in advance. You are going to do everything I tell you to do today with no questions and no objections. You are going to be my personal fucking whore. You will be giving your pussy to anyone and to everyone that I tell you too. Remember how you said I made you sick because I fucked all the boys at school and you where a little miss prude? Well sister dear, you are going to pay for all those years. You will meet all of my conditions and only then, will I fix this for you, understand Marline?

I said, “I understand, what are those conditions?” She said “For starters, you are going to dress up like the fucking whore that you are, you will go with me to my 8 appointments and you will fuck my clients or suck my clients or I just may have you do both. You will do what ever it takes to get the contracts that I need signed. If I don’t get a contract signed I don’t go to Austin to help you out of this fucking mess you are in. Like I said earlier, If I see a guy or a girl I just might tell you to fuck them or to eat them. You will do just that. And by the way, plan to walk bowlegged for a few days, you are going to get fucked so much you will have trouble walking straight. You will be eating me a lot for the next few days, and one last thing.

One other thing dear, when we get to Austin, you will work with me and you will help me to fuck my brother-in-law, (your Ankara escort bayan minister husband.) You will help me make sure that he thinks it is you that he is fucking. You are going to be hidden and you will watch him fuck me. Knowing you, and your sexual state that you are now in, well you will most likely get so fucking turned on and so fucking horny when you watch your husband fucking your sweet sister that you will be fucking yourself like crazy wishing it was you.”

I cried, and cried then I said, “no, please, you can’t make me do that, I need your help to keep my marriage and my life together, not that please. I do need to get out of this mess but please, he’s my husband, please, don’t make me do this?” Kelly laughed and said “Ok, fine, I’ll just call your husband and tell him to come up here and pick up his fucking slut for a wife up. I’ll let him know where he can get some real good home made fuck movies of his bitch of a wife being gang fucked and begging for more cock.”

I started sobbing and crying. Then she said “what about it Bitch, do you and your “Lovely Red Hair” really want that husband of yours to come here and pick you up?” I sobbed and my body turned on me, I was hot as hell when I got here, and with all the talking, I cooled down, here my sister said the trigger word, I was sorry I told her that part. I never thought she of all people would use them on me. I managed to say “No, please, I’ll do it, I’ll be your fucking slut.”

She said, “I thought you might say that, now get over here and lick your sister, you have turned me on with all this nasty talk of sex.” I moved from my chair and knelt in front of her, she opened her legs and she was sopping wet.

As my lips licked and tugged on her clit, she said, “Oh yes, Oh darling, you do know how to make a gal feel good. That’s it Marline, suck me baby, suck the pussy that fucked every boyfriend you ever had, lick the hole that your precious Charlie could not get enough of.” All my life I knew she was fucking every boyfriend that I ever had. I knew that she when she did fuck my boyfriends that she would make sure that they thought it was me they were fucking.

And when they actually did try it with me I would end up turning them down. Then when I would not do it with them, well they just dropped me. No wonder all the boys’ thought I was crazy nut case at school. I licked her wet pussy with love, I loved her cunt, and I loved her nasty pussy that had fucked all my boyfriends. I wanted to make that pussy climax. I needed that pussy top climax.

It did not take long, Kelly sat there moving her hips and rubbing herself against my mouth. Her ass was on the edge of the chair and her legs wide open. She help me to herself as she rocked in a climax, I had told her how I needed to hear the word “now” in order to climax, I was sure she would let me climax with her. I was wrong; she ground herself into my mouth as she cried out in ecstasy. Saying everything nasty except the one word that I needed to hear to climax myself.

When she finished she pushed my head back so hard I lost my balance and ended up on my ass on the floor. Kelly got up and said “Not bad Marline, Oh yes, I forgot, you need to be called by your right name don’t you sweet sister, lets see, Bitch, cunt, slut, all those words turn you on don’t they? Your just a fucking whore that can’t get enough cock, get up off your ass and come into the bedroom, were going to dress you in your proper attire suitable for a fucking slut like you.”

I got up and followed her to the bedroom. Kelly said “I’m going to take a shower, you can use the guest bath and take one also. Meet me here when you finish, and I’ll have your cloths ready for you. I went in and took my needed shower; I cleaned the outside of both of my holes. As much as I rubbed my clit and fingered myself in the shower, I could not get my much-needed climax. I looked all around the bathroom for something anything to use to fuck myself. All I could find was the stool brush.

I know I needed two things in me at the same time, so I did not even bother to use it. I finished and returned to the bedroom. Kelly was also drying her hair as I walked in drying mine. We looked at each other and I realized that we even dried our hair the same way. Hers was the same length as mine and it amazed me that after all these years nothing had changed about us in the slightest way. I looked at the bed and there was a very short red leather skirt, black fish net hose, black garter belt, and white short top. And a pair of white high heels.

Kelly said “that’s for you, put them on.” I asked “what about a bra and panties?” Kelly said “You told me you can’t wear panties but if you want, pick a pair from this drawer, as for the bra, forget it, I want you r tits free and available for people to touch and feel.” I went to the drawer opened it and saw all kinds of kinky sexy panties, I looked at them and could not make my hand reach in and pick one up so I didn’t.

Kelly saw me and said “I thought Escort Ankara so, now get dressed, our first appointment is in half an hour, and I want him to see you are w fucking slut that will fuck him crazy only if he signs with me. Get dressed.” I went over to the bed; I was so fucking excited, so turned on. Kelly was treating me so bad, and it drove me crazy with lust and desire. When I finished getting dressed.

I stood there, I know exactly what I looked like, I looked just like a streetwalker, one of the women on 3rd street that walked the street. The top of my stockings showed as well as the garter straps holding them. I knew that the back of the skirt barley covered my ass cheeks. Kelly said, “My, you do look like a whore all right, come on bitch, you have work to do.” I looked at Kelly and she was dressed so conservatively, she had a lovely suit on, her hair was perfect, the skirt went down past her knees. Looking at her you would think it was me just 5 days ago.

We went down to her car and it was a small Honda, I knew that when I got in, I could not help but show myself no matter what I tried to do to stop from showing myself. Kelly drove a few blocks and pulled into a 76 gas station up to the full service pump. Some pimple face young kid came out; he went to Kelly’s side and asked “fill it up lady?” Kelly said “sure kid, and make sure you clean the windshield, pointing over to the window in front of me she said “there is a spot over there that I can’t get off, maybe you can try.”

I could not see the guys face because I was sitting so low, but I knew he could see me and my white thighs showing above my stockings and my very short skirt. He said in a shaking voice “Yes mama, I’ll clean it real good for you.” He put the gas hose in and while he did, Kelly said “Open your legs and let him see that nasty cunt of yours Marline, when I tell you, reach down and rub your clit. Then when I tell you, I want you to ask him for the key to the bathroom, and ask him if he could help you with a problem you have.”

I sat there, my sister was so nasty, I was shocked, and I was excited and so fucking hot. I did exactly what she said. I waited for him to start cleaning the window in front of me. When he started, I opened my legs very slowly, it was apparent to me and to Kelly that his eyes where on my pussy. Kelly said, “wider, open up for the guy you slut.” I swear my blood was boiling I opened my legs and I did not wait for Kelly to tell me to touch myself. I reached down and started rubbing my clit; I did that for a few moments then I slid first one then two fingers into myself. I brought them out and brought them to my mouth where I sucked them as if they where a cock. Kelly said “look at his crotch, you got him hard as a rock.” I looked and she was right, he was hard all right.

She said “ok, sister, go fuck him, I want you to empty that cock of his.” I closed my legs, opened the door and asked him, where could I go to get fucked real good?” He was shocked, he could hardly speak, I looked at him and said, do you have a bathroom some place I could go and maybe you could help me out?” he said, “I don’t have any money lady.”

I said “That’s ok kid, It’s free provided you know how to use that thing of yours.”

We both heard the gas shut off, he ran around to put the hose up. Kelly paid him and said “I’ll wait over here while you take care of my sister, I think she wants a fill up also” I walked over to the ladies room and watched as he almost ran over to me. I opened the door and he followed me in. I did not wait, I was ready, I needed him, and he was as bad as I was.

I bent over pulled up my tight skirt and he plugged my wet hole in one swift movement. He started pounding into me and I managed to tell him to tell me “now” when he was coming, and to bury it deep in me when he came. I heard him tell me those magic words “Now, Now, Now” I started coming instantly. He held me tight as he came. When he finished he pulled out and said “thank you lady, thank you.” He zipped himself up and left, I pulled down my tight skirt and walked out. Kelly places a towel on my seat and I sat back down inside.

“Nice” she said, “one down, many, many more to go.” We drove about 20 minutes before pulling up to an office building. I turned and asked, “what is it that you sell?” Kelly said “Oh just office equipment, copiers, fax’s stuff like that, I lease them to the offices” now just follow my lead, and prepare to be the cock sucking slut that you are. Sit across from the person I end up talking too. Just slowly keep crossing your legs, when I tell them that there is a rebate if they sign today. That is when you are to open your legs wide and show them your nasty red cum filled pussy”

We walked in and Kelly said we had an appointment with Mr. Zeldon, She looked at both of us and asked, “are you two twins?” Kelly said Yes, but we are nothing alike, as you can see, she is well lets just say a friendly woman, I have to take her to the station from here, can I see Mr. Sheldon?” The lady said Sure, go on in, he has been expecting you, we like that new copier you loaned us.” Kelly walked in his office and I followed, She closed the door and introduced me as her twin sister the “black sheep” of the family.

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Millstone – ONE – (Hanging the Chimney Hook)

CHAPTER ONE

I like to train and keep myself fit for my job, but for those past eight weeks, my only exercise had been kicking myself. There’s not much else a man like me can do from a hospital bed with my noggin imitating a mummy and my keister in hot water with the Russian mob. I won’t take a stroll in Central Park with a target on my back and a price on my head.

So, the highlights for those weeks had been the three meals a day brought to me like clockwork and the unnecessary sponge baths used as a pretense to provide daily oral service from a hunky, blonde nurse named Max Roche. He had brains, a beautiful smile, and a body built like a brick shit house. Other than those often-wonderful moments, I’ve had lots of time for self-reflection (which I usually avoid), regret (a foolish activity in which I’ve discovered I excel) and kicking myself.

Sexually speaking, I had never identified myself as gay, straight, or even bisexual. I was just me. I would never hang out in bars, go to a parade, or anything one might perceive as stereotypical gay behavior. It never occurred to me to think of myself as anything but sexual, and I’m decidedly that.

Max was a hell of a man, masculine, 6 feet tall, 220 lbs. of muscle, with an incredible baritone voice. If he hadn’t sucked my cock every day, and I met him as a stranger elsewhere, I would never have thought he was gay. I guess that just shows that gay men come in all shapes, sizes, personalities, and temperaments.

I wound up in this situation because I was a new private detective in town, and I had a little run-in with Lev Stepanov, the boss of the local outlet for the Russian mob. Purely by chance, I saw him shoot a man dead, and where they dumped his body. So, like a law-abiding citizen, I went to the cops. As I expected, they jumped on it, but due to the nature of the assailant, they placed me in witness protection.

After the trial, I received a government “thank you” in the form of a rearranged face and the promise of sixty grand to start over elsewhere with a new name and identity. Officially, I had ten thousand dollars of cushion money in the bank, and while I squirreled away the tax-free money that I inherited a decade ago into an anonymous Swiss bank account, sixty thousand more in immediate cash sounded pretty grand to me.

It was then that the regret came in. I don’t know how plastic surgery goes with all those Hollywood types, but mine hurt like hell. The gay Polish surgeon I wound up with, a Dr. Wojcik, (don’t worry, I couldn’t pronounce it either) declared my surgery his masterpiece. Well, I had yet to see it at that point, so I couldn’t say.

I had two stages of full facial reconstruction and recuperation, during which they kept my beard trimmed off when they cleaned my wounds and kept the pressure on my face to reduce swelling with the wrappings. That took eight weeks, nine Wednesdays to the day, and that meant I finally made it to the finish line. The bandages were coming off permanently, and I would find out what I looked like. Hallelujah!

Special Agent Sawyer, of the U.S. Marshals, oversaw my case; I liked him, he was a good guy who kept me in one piece before, during, and after the trial. Unexpectedly, he showed up a couple of hours early that afternoon, satchel in hand, as Max was in the zone, blowing the hell out of me, and his sudden appearance interrupted my concentration. He didn’t say anything, but he had a smirk on his face and the effrontery to stay. He leaned against the wall six feet in front of me, dropping the satchel at his feet. Max refused to stop, and I really didn’t want him to. As with so many people in my past, he had grown addicted to the quality and quantity of my protein shake, and at that moment, I desperately wanted that handsome, muscle-bound cocksucker to have some more. Max held my dong in one of his meaty, blonde haired knuckled hands like an all-beef burrito, while the other wrapped around my scrotum, pulling the sack, like an addict would pull a tourniquet to get his fix. He worked hard at keeping a steady rhythm, shoving my cock head into his gob as far as it would go with every descent.

Because he insisted on watching, I stared defiantly into Sawyer’s eyes as Max remained before me on his knees at the side of the bed. Sawyer smiled in surprise that his presence hadn’t altered the scene in the least. He watched transfixed as my hand rode Max’s bobbing head as his lips traveled up and down my knob. With all the happy, wet, contented noise that Max made, anyone beyond the door could hear him slurping and slathering my cock in spit for another ten minutes. As my orgasm came upon me for the third time that day, he drew back to just the head and expected to get less that time. When Ankara escort he pulled the trigger of my spunk blaster, Max’s head jerked as I shot him in the kisser, but I kept his mouth firmly on the barrel as I pelted his palate as usual with a full magazine of white ammo.

I had grown quite attached to Max as much as he had grown attached to the business end of my schlong. And while I couldn’t say I was in love with him, I certainly liked him, and I loved his mouth as much as he loved the juice, I had to fill it.

Max cleaned me up, licking the sides of my cock of any remnants and spittle, then stood to his full six-foot height and backed away. Sawyer took a good look at me with eyes wide. “I would call you a cocky son-of-a-bitch,” he said, “but that wouldn’t do you justice. That’s the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen.”

The piece in question remained as erect as ever, and during my life, it proved both a curse and a blessing in equal measure. It got too much attention, especially when it was inconvenient, and if I didn’t have my nuts drained several times a day, I had erections that insisted on poking me between my navel and sternum beneath my shirts. However, its unique and prodigious nature provided the benefit of never having to take-care-of-business myself, as a long string of empathetic and eager volunteers had invariably come to my sexual rescue; Max was the most recent. However, unlike the others who merely wanted a taste, Max had taken the time to talk to me, demonstrating his intelligence along with a special devotion that made me see him in a different light.

Sawyer asked him, “Could you hang about in the hall while I speak to him for a moment?”

“Sure, I can do that,” he said in his deep masculine voice. He continued to lick his lips and winked at Sawyer as he left the room.

Sawyer pointed at the door where Max just left. “He’s cocky too. Are you just going to sit there, airing your horse-cock?”

“Why not? Ever been to the tracks? This is what horses do. Besides, you almost interrupted one of the best blowjobs of my life, yet you had the temerity to stay and watch, so if you have reservations now, it’s too little too late.”

Sawyer turned up, wearing his usual gray suit for my other big reveal (meaning my face). I hadn’t seen him for a few days while he took care of some business for my case, and he returned just before the hospital released me. I sat on the side of the bed with my cock standing vertical against my belly, still trying to catch my breath from Max’s outstanding work, but foremost on my mind was my growing impatience to get the wrappings off. Sawyer played nonchalant, but I knew I had gotten to him.

“You know,” I said, “while you were away, your temp told me they stopped doing these surgeries. What’s with the special treatment?”

“I pulled some strings and got them to do it for you,” he said.

“Why would you do that?”

He stood as erect as my cock once again, shoving his hands into his pants pockets, trying to get his growing bulge under control. “One, because you have no family.

“Two, because unlike you, most of the people who enter the system have committed crimes, and they usually ask for unreasonable things like Ferrari’s and a higher grade-point average for their child. You asked for absolutely nothing. You would do it because you saw it as the right thing to do, and you accepted the requirements of the system with no demands. In my experience, you are a rare bird.

“Three, because you’re a private detective, and as you know, we ask people in the system to leave their former lives behind entirely. I couldn’t have that. There aren’t enough rare birds like you, and I find the idea of forcing you into another trade a colossal waste of potential. So, to convince my boss that we could make this work, we had to go extreme. You get a standard, new identity, with all the i-dents you could ever want. You get a new face, a new history, and a new home in a new city. The apartment may not be much, but how well you do after you settle-in is up to you.”

“So, what’s my new name?”

“Howard Ellis Millstone,” said Sawyer.

“Millstone?” I laughed. “Whose hat did you pull that name from?”

“Mine,” he stated flatly, “It’s my great grandmother’s maiden name.”

I lowered my head. “And a fine name it is, I’ll wear it with pride.”

Sawyer smiled and laughed a little. “I’m sure you will.”

“So, does this mean we’re related now?”

“We are first cousins once removed, or at least that’s the answer to anyone curious enough to ask when I come to check on you every year.”

“Only once a year?”

“It’s the required minimum,” he said. “I could make it more often if I feel it’s necessary. I usually make it a birthday visit, and now your Ankara escort bayan birthday is June 26th, 1981. So, happy birthday to you.”

“You made me two years younger? I’m touched. I hope I get those years right this time. If you’ve already found me an apartment, I take it I don’t get a choice of city.”

“That was one of the conditions,” he said. “To further insulate you, we had to send you somewhere the mafia wouldn’t go.”

He left it hanging there, with a visible reluctance that I didn’t like. “Are you waiting for a drum roll?”

“I picked Franklin.”

“Franklin! Do you mean Freaky Franklin, often referred to as the Big Joke? Some people talk about dropping a nuke on Franklin. Why would you send me there?”

“The people who talk about dropping nukes on Franklin, those are the true freaks, my friend. There’s nothing wrong with Franklin. It’s a beautiful college city on the West Coast. I’ve visited it many times. Trust me; you will learn to love it. A city that size could sustain a detective like you. Besides, my sources say you’ll be the only detective there. The last detective that worked Franklin crossed paths with a bookie from Boxly who, as you might put it, didn’t take green stamps. I heard that after the double kneecapping and a couple of prosthetic implants, he moved upstate someplace.”

“I’ll be the only game in town?” I asked.

“Yep.”

Sawyer tossed me the satchel. The bag contained a change of clothes, an envelope with a couple of vital pieces of identification (a birth certificate and a social security card). It also had a one-way plane ticket, a short essay on the history of Howard Ellis Millstone, a folded sticky note with my new address, a front door key, and 70 thousand in cash, including my 10 thousand from the local bank. “I guess I can’t get photo I.D. until this comes off. Where is the doc? Let’s get this going.”

“I had the doctor wait until I gave you the news.” He then insisted I put on the clothes to cover my finally shrinking appendage before pushing the nurse-call button. He brought me the clothes I told him I would need. Along with the button-down collar shirt, he brought the specially made pants I requested. They’re made with a gusset to give my package the room it needed, otherwise it’s shoved down the leg which gets uncomfortable, and quite impossible to stand straight when I get one of the erections that occur throughout the day.

The doc came in with a man who carried some photography equipment, and the curious Max snuck in behind them before they closed the door, and he quietly stood in the corner behind Sawyer.

“Hello, Mr. Millstone,” said the doctor. “How are you feeling today?”

“I see why you had him wait,” I said to Sawyer. “I feel ready to get out of here, doc. These walls are killing me.”

The doctor removed the clips that held the bandages. He began unwrapping me, and I became the center of attention. When the doctor stepped away, I saw three sets of eyebrows lift simultaneously.

“You look like a Marlboro Man,” said Max.

“What?” I asked.

“Yes,” said the doctor, “the Marlboro Man is a prominent icon in Poland.”

“Give me the mirror! I can’t look like a Marlboro Man; I don’t even smoke.” I held the glass before my face, and I realized Max was right. He mostly altered my jawline and gave me a square jaw. So, shove a cowboy hat on my head, dangle a cigarette from my mouth, and I could picture myself splayed across an advertisement right next to a whiskey ad in some Eastern European magazine. “Sawyer, you gotta make them fix this!”

“Sorry.” Sawyer shook his head. “Only one spin per player, and you’ve had yours. Look on the bright side; it’s far more handsome than the ugly mug you walked in here with.”

I turned to Max. “I trust your aesthetic judgment. What do you think?”

He shrugged. “You look just as I hoped you would.”

His answer caught me by surprise. I nodded a little and smiled. “Okay, if you like it, I’ll learn to live with it.”

The doc gave me some advice on how to take care of the minor scars so they would fade with time. The rest dealt with business. They began my discharge from the hospital. The photographer took some professional headshots. He gave them to Sawyer, who told me I would receive my photo identification at my new address in a day or two. After a few practice signatures, I signed my discharge papers, then again for accepting the government’s sixty thousand, and several extra autographs to transfer onto my photo IDs.

Before I left, I asked for a few minutes alone with Max and Sawyer.

Max and I stood staring at one another. He had a pained expression on his handsome face. “I don’t want to hear you tell me goodbye,” he said. Much like the rest of him, I was attracted Escort Ankara to his rich baritone voice.

“Well, that’s good, because I won’t do that. Come with me to Franklin.” I turned to Sawyer. “He can come, right?”

“It’s cutting it close, but technically he’s not part of your previous life,” he said.

“Go with you to Franklin?”

“You told me you didn’t care for New York, and you dreamed of living elsewhere. Please, come with me.”

“In what capacity?” he asked.

“Let’s just start where we are and see where it takes us,” I said. “On the surface, I make a lot of something you seem to need, and I need what you can do. Other than that, we like each other, so we’re friends, and we could be close companions at the very least. I know you’re smart, so you can assist me in my investigations. It would be a great adventure for us both.”

He turned to Sawyer. “What do you think?”

“I think if I were you, I wouldn’t turn down that kind of offer; those don’t come along every day. But you have to decide now, his flight leaves tonight at 10:00 p.m.”

He took a moment to consider it and smiled. “Howard Millstone, that name suits you, actually. Yes, I’ll go with you. I can get my roommate to send me my things. He’ll be jealous as hell, but he’ll do it if I let him keep the furniture. I will need to drop by the apartment to pack a bag.”

The hospital insisted on carting me to the door in a wheelchair. After eight weeks of being cooped up in that germ factory, I stepped outside a new man. The air smelled a bit polluted and familiar. My new face met a beautiful June day in New York. I would miss that city, but it appeared that life had called for me to start again in Franklin with Max. For as much as I didn’t want to go there, at least I wouldn’t go alone. I would have preferred for us to move to Fiji, but Sawyer was right, a detective like me would survive only so many places, and I knew nothing about bottled water production or growing sugarcane.

Sawyer drove us to Max’s apartment, and on the way to JFK, Max purchased a ticket to Franklin on the same flight as me and managed to get our seats together.

At the airport, Sawyer ensured that I made it through security despite my lack of ID, and I wondered how I would manage that. It came time to say goodbye at the gate despite that we were several hours early.

“This is where you’re on your own,” said Sawyer.

“You’re welcome to visit me more than once a year, cousin.”

“I would like that.” He shook my hand. “You’re a good man, Howard. I hope that you find a home there with Max. I think you could if you give it a chance.”

“We’ll give it a shot,” I said, and leaned in close. “And after my stint in the military, I grew accustomed to people calling me by my last name, so I guess you can call me Millstone now.”

Sawyer smiled. “Shining up to it, are you?”

“I think it’ll help,” I told him.

“Make sure you read that bio we gave you,” said Sawyer.

“I will.”

Max shook Sawyer’s hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re an unexpected addition to the situation. I think he picked well, and I don’t think you’re going to regret it.”

Once Sawyer had gone, we had a four hour wait, and little to do but talk shop about detective work. About halfway I felt my pants getting tight in the crotch.

“You know, you look a quart low,” I said, changing the subject, “and I just happen to bring some with me.”

He smiled. “I might need two quarts. Do you have enough to top me off?”

“For you, I will carry an almost inexhaustible supply at all times, and I am willing to top you any time you’re ready.”

“Then let’s go,” he said, and we both grabbed our bags. With two guys our size and nowhere else to go, we carried them into the large accessible stall in the men’s room which conveniently included its own sink.

We set our bags in the corner and I stood against the wall. Max opened his bag and pulled out a set of knee pads which he slipped into the knee pockets of the biker pants he wore.

On his knees before me, he looked up at me and enjoyed fishing my pole from my fly. I smiled at him knowing that whatever the occasion, anytime I asked, he would take my bate. He worked the fat knob into his mouth and jiggled his head a little when it reached the back of his throat. He passed it through into his gullet. He had himself thoroughly latched on. He played with it in and out of his throat, making my lure all shiny with spit for fifteen minutes. The undulating motion had me in anticipation when suddenly he took the whole rod into his throat, and I almost lost it. I knew it was time to reel him in and get him well and truly hooked on me. I started cumming and he pulled lines of cum from my balls, not quite tapping his lips at the base and although he fought to get away, I knew he wanted it rough, so I held him there until I had finished. When I brought him back up its length for some air, he gasped, coughed a bit, and laughed. I knew then he was a keeper.

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The music was part of me, I danced with pure, unadulterated joy. For the first time in my life, I felt free. Our movements were fluid and asynchronous. We danced with our bodies pressed together, and it was amazing. The bass pounded its rhythm into everything around us, and our bodies responded harmonizing. An atmosphere of sensuality settled over us heavy with the freedom of movement and sexuality. A high so natural and powerful that the laws of nature seemed to warp around us.

I looked into my father’s eyes, my hands on each side of my head, my fingers intertwined into my hair, feeling sexy and desirable. Feeling wanted. My body pulsed to the beat of the music. He looked into my eyes as I ground against him. I ached, I wanted more than just his leg between mine. His hands were all over me, feeling me, caressing me. A wave of pure bliss and affection washed over me, I was so relaxed, and so full of love, I had never felt a connection so strongly before. I wanted nothing more than to have him explore the blossoming wetness between my legs.

This moment is cycling through my head. I don’t think it will ever be forgotten, I know it won’t. The rest of our night will be something I relive over and over, time and time again. It is an experience so intense and alive, so beautiful, that I don’t even know how I will put it into words. But I will do my best. Even now, recounting this small bit, I find myself moved to tears. But before we can continue, there are some things you must know about me.

This is my story, and how I ended up dating my own father.

If there was a checklist for the perfect American family, we could have checked everything off and added more to the list. Dad worked, and Mom stayed home to raise me. Trust me. I was a full time job. Dad had a 9-5 job and was always home for breakfast, and dinner. Dinner, that we all sat down and ate together. We ended the evening watching television shows, while Mom often ironed. Looking back, just now, I find myself smiling, at our familial memories.

I remember nights where I would pretend to fall asleep in front of the TV. I would cover my head while peeking out a crack in the blanket, so I could stay up later and watch TV. And still, I would pretend to be asleep while Dad carried me to bed. Mom would come in to tuck me in, and smother me with kisses, until I went into a fit of giggles. She always knew when I was awake. To this day the smell of clean sheets reminds me of my mother’s kisses.

It wasn’t always charm and perfection, there were tough times as well. I remember sitting in the car, we hadn’t gone far, maybe a couple of blocks. Dad had let me sit up front, and for some reason I wasn’t wearing a seat belt. We were singing along to one of Mom’s favorite songs, Dad loved to sing and dance with me. I guess the door wasn’t closed all the way. I’m still not sure to this day what happened. But the passenger side door swung open, as Dad was making a left hand turn into our driveway. Somehow I was holding onto it. The door opened and I went with it. My heels dragged across the pavement, and I held on for dear life. I am not sure if I was scared because I was outside a moving vehicle, or if it was my Mom’s screams of pure horror at what she was seeing. The car came to a stop, my shoes had been ruined and I watched round eyed, scared, as my parents fussed over me. It affected me, it affected all of us. This was the first time I saw my Dad cry, I can count on one hand the amount of times he’s cried.

I laid awake that night in bed, and listened to them. It was the first time I had ever heard them fight. They were up until late that night, not screaming or even yelling, but I could hear the hurt in my Mom’s voice, she felt betrayed.

I look back at my youth and I revel in the very real fairy tale that I lived in. I remember long summers spent with my Mom, cooking and baking. She would spend hours outside gardening and watering, while I played with bugs and sticks. There are so many enchanted memories I couldn’t begin to recount them all. Even to this day, a smell, or even a random song, will bring to the surface some wonderful adventure.

When Dad was home, our family was complete. Just a simple weekend drive would turn into an enchanted adventure. His energy was so positive that nobody could have a bad day with him around. We would explore beaches, finding castle like outcrops, where Mom would become queen, and myself the princess. Dad became the knight that protected our castle. We always played and laughed, we always loved and smiled. Dad’s crazy energy kept our souls full of life.

It wasn’t until my senior year, when life became bleak. I was so innocent, a princess with her royal family, I helped cheer Dad on when he fought imaginary dragons and monsters, with Ankara bayan escort queen Mother by my side. I was never prepared to fight real life monsters. We had never armed ourselves to fight against the darkness of real life. However enchanted my childhood had been, it abruptly ended my fairy tale, as all tales must find a conclusion. Nothing lasts forever.

The second time I had ever seen my father cry was that night after school. We all sat down together for dinner, which was normal. The atmosphere was unusually heavy and somber. Dad’s energy, for the first time, seemed to be just out of his reach. Before our meal had even been finished, Mom burst into tears and ran from the room. I remember the feeling of utter shock, and how my Dad just sat there with his head bowed. My mother was not typically an overly emotional person, she wasn’t prone to such emotional outbursts. The shock of it sent chills through my blood.

“Jess” My Dad began, his eyes looked into mine and I could see the struggle between him and his own complete breakdown. I remember the lump in the back of my throat, and the trouble I had swallowing past it. I remember feeling like someone had placed a great weight on my chest, my breathing was short and sharp, desperate.

“Jess, I have something… to tell you…” he began again. “Today while you were at school…” he took a sip of water, it seemed to give him some strength to go on. Looking away from me, he broke, between choked off sobs he continued, his shoulders heaving. “I’m so… so.. sorry”

I did not even know, nor could I have ever guessed what he was about to say. But the emotional state of my father sobbing like a child, unable to finish even a sentence, broke me. I knew something was so wrong that my world would be shattered. An inherent truth that was written on his tear streaked face. Tears fell from my eyes, they were so hot, that to this day I marvel that they did not leave scars on my cheeks. My emotions and fears were so great that I sat across from my father and stared at him, frozen in time.

“Your Mom… shes… ” he began to speak, and taking a deep breath calmed himself. Likely finding the strength to go on, because he could see the absolute terror plainly etched into my face. “She’s sick…”

I don’t remember everything he said after that. He said many things, but the words that I do recall, I remember to this day, and can still hear them in his voice. “Doctor, Cancer, Months, Treatment”

When you move into adulthood, there are a great many truths that come crashing down around you. It is expected, and still difficult. The slow painful suffering of cancer is not easy for an adolescent. I watched as my sweet and loving mother slowly became sick. My father quit his job, staying home to care for her. I helped in every way I could, and still felt helpless.

When Mom’s hair started falling out from the treatments, I shaved her head and wrapped it in a scarf. Her sweet loving smile tried to tell me everything would be alright. But the feeling of hopelessness was so heavy in the air, that no smile could break through it, not even from our queen.

The sickness was brutal, and took everything from her. She became frail, and spent night after night vomiting while Dad, faithful as ever, tended to her. He was always our knight, he fought for her with a passion so great that it nearly broke him when she asked him to let her go. Mom was so sick, she couldn’t take it anymore, it took awhile for us to come face to face with that reality. But in the end, she left us and suffered no more.

It broke Dad, and with him not working, we ended up losing everything. The bills had piled up, and no money to pay them. We lost the house, our queen, and our fairy tale. The third time I ever saw my father cry, I watched as his tears left streaks down her coffin.

I was 18 when she passed, I was broken as well. Dad and I decided it was best for me to throw myself at my schoolwork and go to college, and so I did. I moved away, a broken teenager, with a broken family. Dad and I still talked, we talked about small stuff, like my grades, and his new job. We talked about how his new neighbor had a dog that kept shitting in his yard. We did not talk about Mom, we did not talk about ourselves. It wasn’t until two years later that I came across his picture on a dating app.

I was 20, and had been on the college scene for some time. Having a full understanding of what college men were all about, I decided to try a dating app, and set my location as far away from any schools as possible. I hadn’t seen my Dad in 2 years, he had aged, and grown a beard. He never told me he was growing a beard. There were speckles of gray in his short hair, even some in his well groomed beard. Facial hair was a new thing, he had shaved twice a day my whole life. I decided I liked it, it made him look refined and handsome. Dad had aged well.

I had just created my account and hadn’t even added pictures of myself yet. Really, I wasn’t even sure at the time, what it was, I was looking for. Browsing his profile I found myself giggling at the cliche things he had written. “Long walks on the beach” and “enjoys Escort bayan Ankara laughing” there were a few more things, I can’t remember all of them. I actually found myself really enjoying his profile, it was humorous and full of pictures I had never seen. Some of the pictures were goofy, but most of them he had a somber cast to his face. Slowly, his profile started to transform for me. I knew the person he used to be, there were hints of that person. But I could tell how sad he still was, how lonely he must be.

Guilt isn’t something I really struggle with a lot. I am pretty carefree and don’t hold onto things. But I felt guilt for having left him by himself, it surrounded me, enveloping me in a shadow. My usual happy go lucky self felt dampened and restricted. In his eyes was an intense loneliness that I knew was partly my fault.

I clicked on the messenger compulsively and wrote a message.

Our conversation started with a simple hello, and me telling him that I enjoyed looking through his pictures. Dad, of course pointed out that I had none of my own. I hadn’t thought of that, and nearly panicked, thinking I was pretty clever I snapped a picture of my toes and sent it to him. He sent a picture back of his toes. That is how we started, sending weird pictures back and forth.

Weeks had gone by, and I hadn’t gone a day without talking to my father. It was different somehow, than it was before. We could talk about secrets, and share our innermost thoughts. I had not intended to end up where I was with him.

The message he had sent me, was clear, and passionate. “I am really into you, you make me smile every day.”

I didn’t know how to respond, this was a road that I had avoided traveling. It had been innocent conversation, I had avoided thinking ahead, about where this might go. So I didn’t respond, not for some time.

My phone called to me, begged me to pick it up, I finally gave in, and found that I had no new messages. I guess I was disappointed, so, not sure what to say, I decided to speak from the heart. “I like you as well, I am glad I make you smile, that warms my heart.” And then, after hitting send, on a whim I wrote. “You make me smile as well” and clicked send.

The response was not what I expected. I am not sure what it was exactly, that I expected. Maybe some long drawn out exchange of romantic bullshit. Or maybe something funny. Instead all it said was. “I should very much like to see that smile.”

It was sweet and warm, I smiled right then, his words gave me a feeling of happiness, just as I had told him. He did make me smile. I put on some dark red lipstick, and took a picture of just my smile. My lips were full and cracked into a genuine smile.

He thanked me, and looking backwards, I can’t remember him ever asking to see the rest of my face. It was like he knew me, not as his daughter, but as his online friend. He knew me intimately, from our conversations, so intimately, that it never occurred to him to ask to see my face. Maybe, with Mom gone, it was easier for him to do this, to look towards moving on, if he didn’t have to put a face on it.

We began talking more than ever, neither of us ever ran out of things to say. I found myself checking my messages, at all hours of the night. I seemed to live for every message. We began to talk about very personal things, I told him all about my abusive ex, something I hadn’t even let myself think about, much less talk about. I told him about my loneliness and my desire to find my true self, about what it was like to be a victim. And how I had overcome that and become stronger.

He talked about Mom, oh how my heart broke, to hear him talk about her. His messages were so filled with love and passion for her. Their passion for each other’s lives had been the driving force of their love. I learned so much about the both of them, like how Mom would leave little notes in places for him to find. I love you notes written in dust, or on a piece of paper tucked into his lunch for work. He talked of her beauty, and he talked about me.

I clung to every word, desperately getting to know the shining knight of my childhood. He told me of his love life, and my mother’s unbridled passion. I learned I had been conceived in a parking garage, their lust for one another set off by a simple pair of shoes she wore.

He told me of her passing, and I cried with him, I knew his pain and his loss, I knew my mother and his personal torment and self pity. I knew. I fucking knew. I fucking know. God help me what am I fucking doing? My anxiety hit new heights.

Over the next few months our conversations turned sexual, it was like a whole new world to me. I learned what excited him, and got to explore what excited me. I learned a whole new level of sexuality, and began a new chapter in my life. Hours of texting back and forth, talking about everything from bdsm to the different types of orgasms. It had me hot and horny.

In one day, I had to change my panties five times, I was soaking them through to the point of being uncomfortable. I would get nervous and think that the dampness was going to show through my skirt or clothing. I loved his Bayan escort Ankara obsession with my feet, and found opportunities to dress them up for him. Sending him picture after picture. I don’t know how much money I spent on shoes and pedicures.

When he sent me a picture of his dick, what I had been doing, started to sink in. This was my father. My Dad. What was wrong with me? I spent hour after hour talking to my father about my biggest, darkest sexual desires and fantasies. I had crossed a line, but I just couldn’t turn back. I had never felt such an emotional connection to anyone on this level. I was being selfish. I saved that picture, his dick looked like it had been sculpted, and it was framed by a taut and muscled stomach. He even had a happy trail that led down to it. He was well groomed, which shouldn’t have surprised me. I found myself looking and imagining that very fine penis within my reach, what did he taste like? What would Dad feel like inside of me?

Fantasy always reaches a point where it collides with reality. For me that point was, well me. I was the reality of the situation. I could not just schedule a meeting and appear and say, “here I am Daddy, let’s pretend like it’s not me after all this, and we can still make love!” I’m not sure at what point, I had decided that this is what I wanted, that I wanted my own father in more ways than a daughter should.

I dreamt up these fantastical ways for Dad and I to meet up. One recurring fantasy was of us meeting on October 31st. In it I could wear a mask for halloween, and he, oblivious to my real identity, would fall for my masquerade and allow me to undress him and show him my passion. As I said earlier, fantasy always meets reality. And this one was pretty far fetched, there were such factors as my voice, and size and build, and of course, my face.

The first year of our online relationship had been incredibly eventful, still I had not revealed my face, but I had revealed much, much more. I regularly took photos of myself in very compromising positions. Often in various stages of masturbation, I had begun getting waxes, as that was his preference. And often I would take photos or videos of me fingering myself. He would always tell me how beautiful and sexy I was. And I felt it as well. I felt beautiful, sexy, I felt desirable and wanted.

My desire for him to know my true identity, almost hit a crisis point. I cannot tell you how many times I began to type out that message, tears of self pity and self loathing bathing my cheeks. Only to delete it later. I had even gone so far as to consent to phone sex. Disguising my usually very girly voice by making it deeper, and using a prepaid phone to hide behind. Often I took photos of myself nude in my full length mirror, hiding my face behind my phone and flash. My strawberry blonde hair pulled into a bun. I wanted him to figure it out, and end this charade.

It had been years now since my father had seen me. Even our phone calls became scarce. While Jessica and Dad drifted apart, the real me felt closer than ever to him. I teased myself thinking that he might recognize my naked body. My breasts had filled out more since I was 18, I had moved from a b cup to a solid c, and I had put on some weight elsewhere. I wasn’t the scrawny girl he would remember. My hips and butt were considerably more pronounced. I was not fat by any means, and worked out regularly to ensure that.

Multiple times a day I sought release through masturbation, and every time I pushed my fingers into myself, I found myself wanting to describe it to my Dad. So I did, and so did he. He described his self pleasuring with such lurid detail, that I couldn’t sit still for the reading of it. He was incredibly comfortable with his sexuality and would often describe experimentation that most men would have blushed at. All it did for me was get me excited. The thought of him pleasuring himself while ogling my naked body was beyond arousing. He would describe to me such things as lubricating my feet, and using their slippery contours to bring himself to a climax, describing it in near poetry, I loved it.

What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? Is this normal? Will he ever forgive me? Panic runs deep and I remember these questions and feelings like they were yesterday. I think that in the end, this is why I chose to do what I did. It was this massive anxiety that pushed me to the breaking point, and why I put everything on the line to get what I wanted. To give him what I knew he needed , which was myself.

I discovered through our conversations that my father loved slang. These words I had so carefully avoided all my life, especially around one’s parents, were a huge turn on for him. I took to using words to describe my body to him while on the phone, that I would never have imagined using or saying before. I would tell him how wet my pussy was, or that I had my fingers buried in my cunt. I would even tell him how much I wanted his cock. I would describe to him what I would do with his cock in as lurid of a way as possible. His encouragements and grunts of passion while on the phone, marked his own sated pleasure. We became very vocal about our needs and desires, words being the only interaction we were truly capable of. I had no idea how, at the time this would translate for us in the bedroom. Of course I was defeated at the time thinking I would never have him in such a way.

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Part 11

This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike’s fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in “Cross-Country with My Uncle,” and continued by “Alice, My Uncle, and Me,” day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and “My Uncle’s Bachelor Party,” parts 1 and 2, wherein Jeff, Mike’s old college roommate and lover, is introduced. This continues Day 4.

Kneeling there between Jeff’s powerful and heavily-furred legs, now well-splayed, I had a nearly irresistible urge to grasp his big fat steely cock in my hands, and to force his smooth and shiny cockhead between my lips and as far into my mouth as I possibly could, so that I would be joined by an incredibly intimate bond with this wonderful, beautiful, talented man I had so recently come to admire, and who I knew liked and respected me too.

But it took only a second of reflection to conclude that it would be only self-indulgence to succumb to this immediate and strong temptation; and that what the situation called for was something far more subtle, yet more powerful, and ultimately much more satisfactory. Lying right before me, Jeff’s body would be my playground. So, resisting the urge to seize his phallus, instead I withdrew to the foot of the bed, and instead began a concentrated campaign on his right foot, ankle and calf. It seemed like an humble part of the anatomy, but in fact it was an entire world, a universe, all in itself. When I held the ball of his foot in my gentle hands, and kissed the great toe, with its little tuft of thick, dark hair, I felt almost as though I was mystically kissing his very heart, and Jeff’s response, a soft almost whispery “Oh, Mikey!” almost pierced my own heart.

Then I gave my attention, seriatim, to the second toe; and then in its turn the third. I was in no hurry, and small, but distinctly appreciative sounds issued from deep in Jeff’s throat.

Recollecting that we were in Alice’s wonderful bedroom, I decided to take a brief break and got off the bed and walked over to the nearby computer and clicked on the icon of the treble clef to access Mike and Alice’s music files. I wanted to get right back to Jeff, so I just clicked on any random file. It turned out to be “FuckMix15,” and almost at once we began to hear Kenny Loggins singing “Celebrate Me Home,” and the lyrics seemed to mean something to Jeff. Loggins’ rendition was joyous; but its effect on Jeff was more equivocal. He was back in California again, yes, and he and Mike had exchanged the most sincere tokens of abiding love; but still, I thought, he was a little uneasy, unsettled. I hastened to resume my exquisitely pleasurable lovemaking to Jeff’s wonderful right foot, with its well-formed muscularity, its prominent tendons, and most of all its remarkable sheathing of dark silken hair along the top of the foot, representing an uninterrupted extension of the dense hair that covered his ankle and calf.

By the time I had advanced up his calf, Rita Coolidge was crooning “We’re All Alone,” and Jeff’s evident anxiety had passed, never to return that afternoon. Instead, as Rita ended her introduction and began, “Close your eyes and dream…..,” Jeff sat up a little, and reached down and ruffled my hair ever so gently, and passed his fingers softly over my ears, and he even softly sang along with Rita. He had such a rich and sonorous timbre in his voice, even when he was singing quietly, hardly voicing his vowels at all. It fuckin’ thrilled me.

But I reached up and put my hand in the middle of his firm, manly chest, and gently shoved him back down, indicating to him thusly that he should relax, just relax, and leave the driving to me, for it gave me intense pleasure to kiss and lick his profoundly hairy calf, so well-formed.

When Rod Stewart began his incredibly bittersweet “Listen to My Heart,” I had already started my infinitely gratifying worship of Jeff’s left foot and, eventually, his ankle, and then lower calf. Again, Jeff murmured along with Stewart, touching my own heart anew.

As much pleasure as I had taken in systematically exploring with my fingers and lips every inch of Jeff’s feet and calves, it was as nothing compared to the joy I took in caressing and kissing his mighty thighs. Now it was Elvis at his very best with a soft rendition of “One Night with You,” as I knelt now between Jeff’s great and powerful legs, and as my fingers threaded through the dense but soft hair of his right thigh, and I pressed my kisses upon his firm skin, I knew I was translated to still yet another plateau of bonding with this wonderful, beautiful, infinitely loveable man. The more I worked my way up his thigh, and ever closer to his genitals, his power over me grew and Ankara escort grew, as I seemed to be drawn to his magisterial cock, throbbing above his hairy belly, now just inches from my face. And yet I was able, somehow, to free myself, a little, from the impossibly powerful pull of his cock and his big, wonderful balls, enough to return to his left knee, and lave and caress his left thigh. Just then the Duprees segued into “You Belong to Me,” as I spread both my hands on his thigh, stroking through the thick, dark hair, and, in the space between my hands, I systematically left a carpet of small kisses; and as the whole procedure moved inexorably northward, toward Jeff’s crotch, now radiating warmth and a wonderful intensely male odor, which acted on me like a powerful perfume. Now Jeff again had his powerful hands on my head, stroking my hair, and actually softly harmonizing with the Duprees as they went into their refrain, … “You be-longggg to meee-eee.” It was paradisiacal.

But there was something in me that wanted even more unrestricted access to Jeff’s body, to pleasure him, to gratify him. I briefly got up and rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table and found something that I had seen a previous day when Mike had opened it seeking some lube. I drew from it a pair of soft but strong terry wristlets, equipped with Velcro fasteners. I saw a few curly golden hairs on them, evidently from Mike’s own wrists from a previous use.

I told Jeff to close his eyes and relax, and he obeyed. I took first his left arm, and fastening the soft and padded fetter around his wrist, I lifted his arm to the headboard and fixed it to the side beam; and then, the same with his right arm, so that now Jeff was spread-eagled, though of course he was able to move his legs freely if he chose, and in fact, had he wished to do so, with his powerfully muscled arms he could have ripped loose the bonds that held his wrists.

But now, truly, Jeff’s fixed and secured body was my playground, a magnificent pleasure garden to enjoy. First I began with his beautiful left forearm, ropy with muscles, and very nearly as hairy as his legs, stroking it, kissing it, as I knelt by his left flank, as Neil Young spun out “Heart of Gold.” Then progressing up to his inner elbow, where the veins so prominent along the ventral side of his forearms were so particularly evident, I kissed and licked the highly innervated supersensitive region, and Jeff gave a little gasp, and opened his eyes and looked lovingly at me.

I progressed to his large, round bicep with my kisses, and then I pressed my face into his left armpit and licked the hugely aromatic dew from the dense, dark hair, and I luxuriated in nuzzling my face into his wonderful axilla. Jeff moaned with pleasure.

With my face still damp with his perfume, I covered Jeff’s head and face with kisses, starting with his left ear, my gentle osculation eliciting still more profound sighs from the object of my adoration.

I kissed his eyebrows, and then, ever so gently, his eyelids, first the left and then the right; and skippingly, I placed a few small kisses on his nose, and, then, straddling his upper body for the first time, so that my oaken cock was pressed against his hairy belly, I leaned down and kissed his densely stubbled left cheek, and then, finally, I pressed my mouth to his. The tip of my tongue found his, and we began a delicate lingual minuet, as the “To Know Him is to Love Him” began its absurd 2 minutes and 23 seconds of infantile pathos: and despite all, it touched me deeply: “Just to see him smile/ makes my life worthwhile.” By stages our refined tongue dance grew more active and vigorous, as we each sought avidly to penetrate the other’s mouth by turns.

This was something that we both were just loving, so I continued on and on and on, during all of “Oh, Darling,” before, with reluctance, I broke, and began a long series of kisses down Jeff’s strong neck, prickly with a thick two-day beard. And from his corded neck, I segued to his right shoulder, with its prominent traps, and then descended to his right armpit, where, very gently at first I used my lips tug and tease at the dense hair. But only for a short time before I began to worship his big, round bicep with scores of kisses. He smiled right into my eyes and muttered, “Yeah, Mikey!” I got off Jeff’s middle, and knelt at his side, in the process dragging my heavy balls across his firm torso, infinitely stimulating me: I could not suppress my gasp.

I continued with my blanket of kisses down to the inner fold of his elbow, and then along his meaty forearm. The outer surface was thickly coated with dark hair: The inner or dorsal side was much smoother, but ridged by a dozen large veins, arranged almost as distributaries of a river delta: Crouching now alongside his tethered arm (my toes Ankara escort bayan slightly but definitely touching Jeff’s powerful torso) I smothered the outer side of his arm with one kiss after another, the dense hair tickling my nose, absolutely delighting me. And now, grasping his forearm in both my hands, I began licking the inner arm, my tongue lingering over the ridged veins, as the Bare Naked Ladies chirped “It’s All Been Done,” and then I proceeded to his inner wrist, where the throb of his pulse again recalled to me his precious heart. As I nuzzled his palm, he gently caressed my chin and jaw with his fingers: they were practically the only parts of his upper body that were free to move, but he made the most of it, communicating with his soft strokes on my face his undoubted warm fondness.

I turned a little, and as Billy Joel’s “Just the Way You Are” unspooled out, I just and sat back on my haunches, and just admired the wonderful man and his incredible body, and that, though in bonds, he looked up at me with a broad smile, and, beaming from his dark eyes purest affection.

Judging from his face, you’d say he was relaxed; but in fact his mighty chest was heaving slightly; and his imperious dick was definitely throbbing: each beat of his heart was mirrored in his absolutely rigid phallus, standing over his lower belly, a tangle of dark hair.

Leaning into him, I put my left hand gently on his chest, just below his large, defined pectoral; and my right hand on his shoulder, all my fingers splayed. And with wicked deliberation, I slowly, slowly eased down and gave his big, dark nip a quite wet kiss, causing him first to gasp, and then to moan as I softly sucked and licked. After a few moments of this, I arched my body over his, with my right knee near his left armpit, and my right knee close to his ribcage, and supporting my upper body with my right hand near his right armpit, and my left, gently, on his right flank, and, taking infinite care that the head of my almost bursting cock caressed his left nipple, still wet from my kisses, again and again; and, wickedly slowly I bent down to take his right nipple between my lips, tonguing it with infinite care, causing him to cry out in pleasure.

Next, I resumed my position kneeling at Mike’s left flank, and, leaning low over his abdomen, I slowly kissed and nuzzled my way down, across the firmly ridged and highly defined eight-pack to his fuzzy navel, and beyond, into the dense forest of his lower belly, such that his great masterful dick helplessly massaged my left ear, and slid through my soft blond hair.

Now at last I was ready to get serious about his phallus. Shifting position, I arranged myself between his big thighs, so I was comfortably sitting cross-legged between his legs, which were correspondingly forced still wider apart. And contemplated the absolutely rigid eight-inch organ, topped with its empurpled hood, shiny at its fullest, most urgent expansion, the shaft ridged with large veins popping out along both the ventral and dorsal surfaces, but also mapped with smaller veins curving and forking along every surface. It throbbed, slowly and steadily, and, slowly, deliberately, I folded my fingers around it, eliciting a huge intake of air from Jeffy, followed by a deep sigh, even though I was only grasping his cock, otherwise not moving my hand.

“Oh, Mikey, Mikey!” he whispered, as I slowly tightened and loosened my grip, again and again, each constriction a little tighter until I was squeezing his dick almost as hard as I could, but it was so steely that it completely resisted compression. I was amazed at its firmness. Leaving off this interesting exercise, I loosened my grip somewhat and began to stroke, very slowly, and Jeff goes “Ah, ahh, ahhh, AAAHHH.”

Even with a great determination to work as slowly and deliberately as possible I felt an nearly irresistible desire stroke a little faster, but I overmastered it, and continued slow, slow, slow, even as Jeff began to moan “God, faster, Mikey, go at least a little faster,” but I would not. Had he not been in bonds, I am sure he could not have born it.

But after long minutes of this, I relented, and gave Jeff a dozen strokes in quick succession, and Jeff goes “Yes, yes, yessss, yesssss!” but then I resumed my slow, slow stroking, even slower than before, ignoring Jeff’s “Aw, Mikey! Gimme a break!” But after two minutes of infinitely slow stroking, I gave Jeff another fast dozen, and a broad smile broke across Jeff’s manfully beautiful face. “Ah, yes!”

And then another long series of exquisitely slow strokes – and eventually relief in the form of another fast dozen, and then I slowed up again. Ya gotta be cruel to be kind. Now, for the first time, I bent still more forward and took his glans between my lips as I very slowly stroked, feeling the Escort Ankara smoothness on my tongue, and smelling more strongly still his intensely masculine odor. I was slowly caressing his cockhead with my tongue, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Hold on, man,” I said as got off the bed, slipped on my little running shorts, and leaned down and kissed Jeff right on the nose. “I’ll be right back,” giving his cock one more squeeze, and leaving Jeff tied down, I answered the bell.

It was of course the wine delivery. The driver was remarkably good-looking: a slim guy of about 5’8″ with piercing green eyes and blond streaked medium-brown spiky hair, maybe 28 years old. His tank top revealed wiry muscles, and below his rather too-tight cutoffs I saw well-defined calves, well-covered with sun-bleached hair. He gave me an unmistakably appreciative once-over – I was wearing only my little shorts, of course – and I directed him into the kitchen, where he stacked the cases, but on the second trip he glanced down the hall and through the partially opened bedroom door, where much of Jeff’s naked upper body was visible, including the terry wristlets fastening his arms to the bed frame.

“Wow, dude, looks like I interrupted something fun,” he said, and instantly there was an even more defined bulge in his tight shorts. “Uh, what’s going on? Can I take a look?”

The very thought horrified me…..at first. Then, I don’t know, the notion sort of struck me funny and I said, “Yeah, man, I guess so,” and he followed me down the short hall and into the bedroom, where beautiful Jeff lay stretched out there, amazingly with his cock seemingly as hard as ever.

I said, “Jeff, this is, uh, Whaddya say your name was?”

“I’m Roddy,” he said. “Man, this is so cool!”

I said, “Roddy, you can look, but you can’t touch.”

Jeff was aghast at this development, or so it seemed. He looked at me and said “Mikey, What the fuck…..?!” But, his phallus did not wilt; in fact, his erection seemed, if anything, subtly to expand, and it bounced in air a little as it throbbed.

“Roddy,” I said, “you can stand right over there,” pointing to the carpet by the side of the bed, mere inches from Jeff’s flank, and again I slipped out of my shorts.

And again I wrapped my big hand around Jeff’s throbbing cock, and Jeff closed his eyes and smiled as I slowly, slowly pumped.

Roddy, however, was anything but relaxed. He pulled out a very impressive cock, utterly rigid, and pointed almost skyward from the placket of his cutoffs, and he wrapped his own right hand around it, and began to match my movements stroke by stroke. After a few moments, he paused and unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop and stepped out of them, hardly missing a stroke; and then, grabbing the hem of his tank top, quickly pulled it over his head and off, and within only a second or two he was totally naked except for his high top boots and sox, again stroking in unison with me, but now with his legs much more widely separately, his lean body now open and free for self-pleasuring. With his left hand he stroked his chest, working his fingers through the hair of his pecs, and slowly he moved it down his belly, and ran his fingers through his public hair, finally settling with his index finger and thumb on one side of his big dick, and the other three fingers on the other, pressing against his pubis as he almost violently pulled on his cock, his big balls swinging in the air with every stroke.

Jeff could hardly bear the slow and stately pace of my stroking: but unlike Roddy, he had no choice, and again I heard him almost sotto voce pleading, “Mikey, pick it up, pick it up, please, I’m begging you!” But I was deaf to his entreaties, and even stopped for a while, merely squeezing and loosening my grip rhythmically, causing something of a grimace temporarily to take shape on Jeff’s beautiful face. But I resumed my measured, loving stroking and a gratified smile reappeared.

Meanwhile, Roddy was approaching paroxysm. Now as he pulled on his cock, he cupped his balls with his left hand, and began to gasp, and then suddenly a long rope of semen appeared on Jeff’s hairy belly, while Roddy continued to stroke, and then another spurt of semen spread itself as fat droplets onto Jeff’s belly. Roddy was done, panting and heaving.

Something about Roddy’s orgasm spurred me to quicken my pace, and his deposit on his belly brought Jeff ever closer to the precipice, and knowing I had extended my tender torture long enough, with a half dozen very definite and deliberate strokes, I brought him to his delicious conclusion, and with a great sigh, he jetted up, way over my ministering hand, his cum settling on my his belly, partly across Roddy’s contribution, and partly on my own fingers and thumb, working steadily as I brought Jeffy to a second ejaculation – a notably smaller spurt – and then, a tertiary expulsion, this time just a bit of creaminess over my hand.

“I love you, man, I really do,” he said to me, still gasping a little, with his eyes still closed.

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It was one of those shifts that was long and arduous, all participants happy when it was at an end. On the third floor of the “Helping Hands” Memorial Hospital, Nurse Lynn Goodrhyde was finishing up with the shift change and checking her messages. With nothing pressing appearing on her phone’s screen, she gave her associate Nancy a pat on the shoulder saying,

“It’s all yours hun, hope the old guy in room three seventeen is not too damned cranky for you.”

“I can handle him sweetie,” Nurse Gardener replied, “you just have to handle a fellow like that with just the right… delicate touch.”

Nancy raised and lowered her eyebrows a couple of times and ran a tongue across her lips while making a slight jerking motion with her thumb and forefinger. There was a pregnant pause. Lynn’s face registered a bit of horrified disgust.

“Ewwwwww …he is eighty-three years old!”

She shuddered at Nancy’s implication; seizing up her motorcycle helmet and gym bag as Nancy laughed at her own joke. Nancy gave her a friendly wave and Lynn responded in kind with a little fingery “see you later” wave of her own like she was back in kindergarten. A second later and she was headed down the hall and out the door. A quick change from scrubs into riding apparel later and she was out the door to the parking garage.

Two minutes later and a Jet Black Harley Davidson Night Train roared to life; leaving the garage with its characteristic Milwaukee vibrator, DIGGUH! DIGGUH! DIGGUH! DIGGUH! sound echoing against the building. Ignoring the posted 15 MPH speed limit sign, Nurse Lynn made her exit out of work in a style fitting a woman atop a fine piece of machinery who wasn’t concerned with conventional rules when off the clock. She sped down the hospital drive and seeing the lights in her favor, she just gunned it; leaving only swirling wind and a jarring BBRRRAAAAPPPPPPP THUGGAH! THUGGAH! THUGGAH! behind her. The day was definitely over and what was even better; she had the next two days off!

She weaved in and out of the traffic on the straight away; expertly handling her machine and compensating for its wide tires as she stitched her between cars and semis. Making one green light after another, she made good time to her entrance for the highway home. It was all working her way. The traffic ahead was sparse. PERFECT! She gunned it up the on ramp and headed west.

Two miles down the highway was her favorite part of the home commute, THE FUCKING TUNNEL! It was just the thing she needed after a long shift…a chance to blast through that hole in the hill ahead; the tunnel lights and dotted lines racing past her as those after-market side-pipes reverberated with deafening thunder against the tile walls. Without fail the experience make Lynn’s clit absolutely tingle through her riding leathers. Some girls had their time in the tub with a glass of wine, some had smutty paperbacks in a lounge chair by the poolside; Lusty Lynn – the sexy biker nurse had the fucking tunnel.

Her pretty black-gloved hand cracked the throttle as she gritted her teeth and wrinkled a tiny button nose behind her visor. She “opened her up,” and felt the bike lurch forward as she leaned into it. There was nothing in her way, no trucks vans or cars, just gaping tunnel… a hole needing to be fucked hard by speed and noise. Luckily,Lynn was JUST the lady to fuck it!

She rocketed ahead, letting the angry BAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! of her engine vibrate inside her skull. The road became a slipstream blur beneath her, white dotted lines becoming less and less distinct until they became painted strobes flashing at the edge of her periphery. The straight away of the highway ran forward to the hill; hillside at the edge resembling parted tanned thighs, the hill itself a round feminine tummy and the tunnel opening; a great yawning gash. Oddly enough, bushes landscaped by the Arizona Highway Authority draped down from the slopes above and gave the entrance just the correct amount of anatomical correctness Lynn observed. Lynn giggled at a naughty little thought in her head and licking her lips whispered beneath her visor to the hill,

“Take it bitch!”

She plunged into the hillside, brilliant afternoon sun being replaced by the dimness of the tunnel’s slightly claustrophobic squeeze. It was an illusion. She’d had the same amount of room to either side as she’d had before on the highway, but now up inside the hill’s cunt (aided only by her front headlamp, the tunnel lights and the road reflectors), she knew her sense of sight and perception was changed.

The increase in velocity combined with the dim twilight meant her peripheral cues were deprived and starved, (much like the uncertainty of a blindfold placed over eyes prior to a fuck from a total stranger). It made her heart rush with fear and apprehension… in a dangerously nice way! She resisted the urge to slow down, leaving that throttle right Ankara escort where it was; relishing the thunderous cacophony of her pipes against walls moving too fast now for her to perceive properly.

The straightness of the tunnel gave way to a curve. She loved curves of all types and varieties; be it road, cloud, ass, tit, or cock. Any fool could make a straight line but it took a higher power to make a curve, and it took a naughty girl such as herself to appreciate it and ride it!

She leaned into the gradual right turn, white lines continuing to fly past. The curve reversed left and she tilted the bike over the opposite way accordingly. A red security phone shot past her right side. She knew there would be more straightaway … more straightaway and … THE DROP.

At three hundred yards from the start of this straight portion, engineers had set a distinctive slant to the tunnel at a shallow angle, (ostensibly to aid in drainage and runoff). It was appropriately marked well ahead of the descent, showing an incline road-sign to adequately warn motorists. To Lynn however, it could mean but one thing; FUN AHEAD!

At the end of the curve left, she cut inside an SUV and then changed lanes around a way -too-slow delivery van without slowing. She was now in the straightaway and saw the “Descent Ahead” warning-sign as it flashed past on the ceiling high above. This was the part she loved; that bit of heart skipping terror that made her nipples hard as ball bearings beneath her riding jacket and sent a corkscrew sensation up her spine.

She was there quickly, the road ahead and tunnel sloping away. It was now time for the sensation she craved as she forced her eyes to remain open bit her lip. The wheels became light, Lynn became light. Rider and wheeled machine were momentarily transformed into an imaginary fighter jet roaring from a runway.

It never failed to provide her with a huge mind-blowing rush, that gravity defying lift. The only other lift providing her with more rush came from a standing male impaling her on his dong like a coat on a hook; her feet well off the floor while two powerful arms held her fast beneath her heart shaped hiney as easily as if she’d been a teacup. This would do for now; she could get that later perhaps.

A second and a half later gravity did its work, (it always did dammit)! She returned to the road with a KA-THUD, (her softail absorbing the shock, – along with her heat-shaped tushy and spine). The impact always was always a little rough on her rump, but hey… if a girl could find a man to slam her rear-end like that she reasoned; she’d do well to marry him and never leave home again!

She kept the bike going straight. Riding between the lanes and allowing the road reflectors on the white lines to fuck her with a steady dubbah dubbah dubbah against her tires. She was bad and she knew it as she smiled at her own badness.

Shooting out of the tunnel she saw her turnoff a mile and a half later. Good! The traffic was finally picking up. As the downward swoop of the hill became flat she moved to the exit lane.

She left the highway and pulled into her neighborhood. It was now time for the domesticated ride home so as not to endanger families and piss off too many home owners. Ten minutes and three stop-signs later and she was in her driveway; shutting down her bike.

Now came the ritual she repeated every day without really knowing she did so; the whipping off of the helmet that was straight out of a 1970s cigarette commercial. A pretty head, a blonde head, a head that made other heads turn shook yellow locks free and scanned the yard. Lynn Goodrhyde, the sexy biker nurse had survived another commute. Now her only task was to pause for minute and look at the desert flowers in her front rock garden, (which strove to compete with her daily as to see who was prettier).

Oh and pretty she for damned sure was! At five foot five the skinny blonde sported golden bangs that drooped lazily over her left eye. The eyes themselves were lovely blue and never left the house without mascara. That pair of blue pools were set in a face possessing exquisitely high cheekbones and the same button nose mentioned earlier. A pair of pouty kissable lips smiled above a kew-pie doll chin.

Her skinny proportions and porcelain features might have made any casual on-looker think that Dru-barrymore and the 1960’s model, Twiggy had somehow defied known biological science; conceiving Lynn in the form of a love child. She had an aura that screamed sensuality, it oozed charisma, hinted at badass, and was confidently desirable. It’s my considered opinion; those flowers fought a losing battle each day to “out-gorgeous” the lovely Lynn Goodrhyde. They simply didn’t have a fucking chance!

She unzipped the front of her leather riding jacket to reveal a simply white wife-beater t-shirt below; allowing her small pert 34B tits to breathe. She was no milkmaid perhaps, but “her itty Ankara escort bayan bitty gals” as she called them, could rock any dress or skirt no matter how skimpy (and with a panache and grace that would be the envy of any model in Milan). A pair of gumdrop nipples poked against the cotton tee, itching sooooo terribly after being delightfully agitated on the commute home.

She started up the sandstone walk to the house when she was presently interrupted by a drop of moisture… or was it a drip? She’d felt what amounted to a wicked little wet trickle suddenly “down below.” Funny, it was warm out but she hadn’t been that hot on the rid home had she? She unsnapped the leather pants hugging her ass. Wiggling a finger around down beneath her red panties (trimmed with a bit of black lace) she located that little bit of mysterious moisture. Bringing it to her nose (and then to her tongue), she decided it wasn’t sweat that registered on her tongue; no she knew that taste and this was not it.

She recognized this particular flavor all too well as she smiled devilishly and let her own feminine notes of excitement dance upon her taste buds. What can one say, the ride home worked her up, yes? Mr. “D” inside was going to get a good working over by her estimation.

“Thank you Harley Davidson,” she whispered as she stepped through the front door and shut it behind herself, (another satisfied customer of a time-honored motorcycle company -inadvertently keeping marriages happy for over a hundred years, and still going strong apparently).

#

Alright, now if she’d been in a good mood when she’d entered her home, (all coos and purrs like a hungry house-cat in heat); its ironic that that same frisky feline became a roaring snarling tiger shortly after entering. She threw the mail across the room with junk-mail and bills raining down like oversized post-marked confetti. A stream of obscenities left her lips- loud one’s too. There on the kitchen table was a note from Mr. D saying,

“Babe, I got a short notice for construction gig up-state over the weekend but I had to leave tonight. No time to explain but the money is damn good. I tried to message you at work but could not get a signal from the work site. Back Monday. There’s beer in the fridge.

Luv ya!”

“FUCKING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she screamed.

She was looking forward to a perfectly lovely weekend at home; ripping her husband’s clothes off when he left his construction job and afterwards. He and she would have done lots of nasty bunga bunga sex, (as well as other things she’d never tell her mother she liked while they drank tequila and partook of at least one controlled substance). Eventually she’d have phoned her mother and lied (saying that it was a calm and placid weekend). Now she was faced with just that; a calm and placid weekend. FUCKING FUCK!

“FUCKING FUCK NOOOOOOOOO!” she howled at no one in particular, (save her cat who knew better than to come out from hiding when she was in a cat kicking mood such as this). Even the fish in the tank swam to the far side of Cinderella’s Castle and waited in the shadows for this latest “Lynn-storm” to subside. No she was in an absolute fog of disappointment; the prospect of crappy Friday Night TV, microwaved mono-sodium-sludge for dinner all by herself, and a lack of Mr D and his “vitamin D injections” all looming ominously close ahead.

#

Several hours later the fish decided the time was right to emerge from their hiding spot and resume swimming in the light. The cat emerged from her “feline American safe space” under the bed in the guestroom as she too guessed she could enter the laundry room and use her litter box in peace. On the opposite side of the house in the bath adjacent to the master bedroom Lynn soaked in a tub of steamy water and negativity.

She might as well have been taking a bath in BLAH, as grey as her fucking mood was. The half-eaten container of ice-cream along with the half-drunk bottle of red had done nothing to alleviate that funk. The stubby burnt blunts of two expertly rolled former doobies were of no effect either on this bad mood. They lay in crushed smoky defeat at the bottom of an ash tray (alongside the wine and rocky road at the edge of the bath). Well …third time was a charm, so she lit another.

She let the illicit ciggie get a good tug from her lips while cracking the hot water valve open just a touch with her toes; steaming up her pity party pond even more as the smoke went to work on her lungs and senses. She then raised her feet up high to the tub’s edge and got low, low, low in the water as she held in …WHEWWWWW…and released a huge mushroom cloud of controlled substance, (courtesy of the great State of Colorado’s legislature, but still not exactly legal here in Phoenix). Her pretty blue eyes which had now ceased crying away their mascara settled on her right leg, her ankle in particular; with its calla lily tattoo.

She loved her calla Escort Ankara lily. As tattoos went it was a good one. She liked it even more than the yellow sun on her right upper back, although of her “sunny” as she called it, she’d only seen in photos (or backwards in a mirror). She smiled, and wrinkled her pretty button of a nose at her lily, her silver nose stud twitching at it. Well she didn’t have the benefit of her hubby’s vitamin D here in the tub as she’d fucking hoped, but she could at least smoke up his vitamin J before he went back up to Colorado on another construction gig to get more!

The silly thought made her laugh at that juxtaposition. It shouldn’t have, (it was a stupid joke). Yep, she was buzzed. Well at least she was done crying and throwing shit around the house like a primate at the Scottsdale Zoo. She’d have to see if there was a coupon for KFC on the counter, (next to where Mr. D kept his spare motorcycle keys).

This bit of munchy musing was interrupted by the angry hornet BUZZZZZZZZZ of her phone vibrating next to the ashtray. She’d left it on vibrate for good reason. Earlier at the end of the first joint and the third glass of red, she’d flung her pocket-rocket across the room in howling frustration when she’d learned the batteries were deceased.

Not to be defeated, she’d called herself on the cordless phone for several minutes until she brought herself off with a colossal screamer of a girlie-gasm; her ass perched on the edge of the tub. Mr. D may have been away but she could still give herself a phone-gasm ..there was an App for that! She took the call, hoping it was Mr. D.

“Yes?”

“Lynn,” came a familiar female voice on the other line.

“WOOO HOOO CHRISSY GIRL,” Lynn screamed into the phone, “WHAT’S UP?”

“Are you high?’

“OH NO NO NO hon,” Lynn lied into the phone as her feet dropped down into the tub with a splash and she rolled on her side in the churning water and steam; attempting to pull herself together, “what’s going on?”

“I’m sick,” came her friends voice back over the phone, “both me and Tim have the stomach bug.”

“What? Oh damn,” Lynn said concerned, “you need me to take your shift or something?”

“No I got that covered,” Chrissy replied, “I need another favor.”

“What is it?” Lynn asked, (figuring she needed to sober her shit up quick and go help a friend).

“Tim and I cannot go to the concert in Flagstaff tomorrow. We found one person to take his ticket for us, but we gotta have somebody else take the other ticket. I thought of you. I know you like hair metal as much as me hun!”

“Oh Chrissy you are a doll! I LOVE YOU!”

#

And that was it… between the weed, the wine, a mind blower of an orgasm (thanks to Apple products), and Chrissy’s thoughtfulness; Lynn was happy again. The funk was gone. Her weekend was brighter.

The next day Lynn pulled up to Chrissy’s Santa Fe ranch style home with the characteristic DIGGUH DIGGUH DIGGUH of her pipes waking up anyone in the neighborhood who mistakingly thought they’d sleep in that Saturday. Chrissy had told her she was too sick to come to the door, (so she’d left the ticket in her mailbox to retrieve). Looking down at the bit of paper in her hands she read in big bold lettering,

Touch the SerpentGRAB HER BY THE HAIR AND HANG ON TOUR: ADMIT ONE

She placed the ticket in her jacket and with a loud blast of motorcycle flatulence, she was gone. The whole neighborhood knew it too. No matter, she needed to get to the liquor store for “essentials” before heading home and getting dressed, (that outfit she had in mind wasn’t going to just get itself ready without her)! Nope, she had work to do and she needed to hurry.

#

Two hours later, Lynn rode out of her drive and down the lane; leaving her neighborhood and heading to the highway as fast as cheap gas and expensive bike parts would take her. She was “transformed.” as it were. The riding pants were gone, (replaced by a leather mini-skirt that would have been better suited as a clutch purse). It was ok… it showed off her legs nicely and accentuated her black engineer boots. As she entered the highway and turned north she cracked the throttle open; letting the bike roar and the speed build.

To the uninitiated she may have miscalculated something …WIND! The oncoming rush of desert highway air became a blast from an aircraft test tunnel. Immediately her teensy black skirt that only came down over a quarter of her thighs filled with wind like a parachute. It rode up and reversed itself, (like a backwards umbrella in the front and back); revealing a black cotton thong containing less cotton than a q-tip.

Now the whole world could plainly see the delightful heart-shaped globes of her ass, (especially the truckers, who blared their horns in approval at her choice of riding apparel). She smiled and blew kisses with each horn-blast; leaving that skirt up right where it was, (damned happy she’d shaved that day). Apparently it hadn’t been a miscalculation after all; mini-skirt math it seemed was her forte!

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Getting out of his car, Mark turned to look at his sister, Katie, shaking his head. Once more she had talked him into another crazy idea and he couldn’t quite figure out how she’d done it. Ever since they had been young children, his twin had the uncanny ability to bat her eyes at him and get him to do her biding. He contemplated getting back into his car and going back home, but his sister stopped him before he’d completed the thought.

“I know what you’re thinking Mark, and you can forget about it. You are going to have a good time tonight even if I have to beat it into you.” Katie was only a few minutes older than himself and took the role of bossy big sister very seriously.

Even as he allowed her to drag him into the large foyer of the hotel, Mark protested. “I don’t like crowds, Katie. I don’t want to be here.”

“Too bad,” Katie said, grabbing his arm again, the purple wings of her fairy costume jostling him as she pulled him toward the Celino Hotel Ballroom.

Grumbling to himself, Mark handed his ticket over to the costumed man at the door; taking the simple black mask he was given. Katie received a mask as well, only hers was a deep red.

For the third year in a row, Celino Hotel was hosting the Midnight Madness Ball. The invitation only event was a huge success with many local business men and women who preferred something a little more grown up than the rowdy crowds found at bars on Halloween. Normally it was just a costume party but this year the owner and host for the Ball had decided to go with a masquerade theme.

Mark would have been content to stay at home, curled up in his favourite chair by the fireplace, reading. Instead he found himself decked out in full pirate ensemble, complete with sword and eye patch. Although he thought that he looked absolutely ridiculous but Katie had told him that he looked hot.

She hadn’t been the only one.

When Mark had come downstairs at home after donning the costume, his seventeen year old daughter, Kaylee had whistled at him and his twenty year old daughter, Olivia said that he was definitely going to be getting hit on that night. Mark hoped that the girl was wrong because he wasn’t interested and he’d told them so. His daughters had simply laughed at him and told him that he was just being silly. Then they’d told him to have fun and not come home until late.

Kaylee didn’t know he only planned on staying for an hour or so. That was the amount of time he’d promised his sister he would stay. Mark had no intentions of staying any longer than that. The minute he was free to leave, he was out of there.

“Come on Mark,” Katie said, nudging him out of his memory. “Put the mask on and let’s go already.”

In order to wear the mask, Mark had to take off his eye patch which he was sort of happy for. A few years before he’d been in a car accident that had left him blind in one eye. For months afterward, he’d had to wear an eye patch and the damn thing was uncomfortable. He didn’t relish the idea of wearing the mask though, because it would prevent him from seeing what little bit he could.

Still he put it on because his sister was glaring at him and no one was ever able to stand up to one of his sister’s glares, not even him.

“There you go,” she said with a smile. “Now remember your promise. You have to stay for at least an hour. I’m going to mingle and have some fun. You do it too, find some hot guy to flirt around and have fun with.”

Mark sighed heavily, watching his sister the fairy walk away from him. Then he turned and headed toward the bar area of the ballroom, smiling at the bartender. He didn’t drink alcohol often and tonight would be no different. He knew damn well that Katie would be drinking and he was going to have to be sober in order to take her home. There was no way in hell he was leaving his car behind.

Ordering a soda, Mark leaned against the bar, looking out over the crowd, trying to see if there was anyone he recognized. Of course that was impossible considering everyone was wearing masks and all were in costumes. He’d be lucky to find his sister now, since he’d seen no less than three women and even one man wearing the same sort of fairy costume.

Glancing at his watch, he sighed again. Five minutes in. Fifty five minutes to go before he could leave.

“Mmm well hello there sexy.”

Mark near about jumped out of his skin when he heard the sultry voice at his side. One of the main reasons he hated being blind in one eye was the fact that he could never tell when someone was approaching him from the left. That of course, meant that he was constantly being snuck up on and startled.

He turned to better see the man who’d come up to him and instantly wished he hadn’t. Whoever it was couldn’t have been more than twenty-one or so and he was clearly drunk. Mark could smell the stench of stale beer and sweat permeating from the guy.

“Want to dance, gorgeous?” the man asked Mark, his speech slurred and his footing unstable. He grabbed Ankara bayan escort onto Mark’s arm to keep himself from falling over, giggling like a child.

“No thanks,” Mark told him, carefully prying the man’s fingers from his arm. He really, really wanted to go home now. The last thing he needed was a bunch of drunk people getting after him. Especially ones young enough to be his own children.

Even though his sister had told him to have fun and find a hot guy to flirt with, Mark doubted even Katie would blame him for not wanting to be bothered by this one. Twinks weren’t his cup of tea and hadn’t been even when he was one himself.

“Oh come on,” the man was whining now. “It’ll be fun. I can show you a really good time …”

It took everything in Mark not to physically cringe when the other male ran his fingers down his chest, hooking into the open front of his shirt. He brought his other hand up, wrapping it around the guy’s fingers. “Don’t touch me,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m not interested in anything you have to offer.”

The guy pouted at him, wavering on his feet again as Mark pushed him back a bit. “Party pooper.” He leaned in close once more, his hand reaching out to brace himself, narrowly missing Mark’s crotch. “Oops.” There was that damn giggle again.

“The man said he wasn’t interested,” another male voice said as a third male joined the group. “Come on now, let’s go find someone else who would delight in your little ass. Over that way. Go on now.” The man steered the young drunk in the opposite direction, giving him a tiny nudge.

When he turned around with a smile on his lips, Mark near about melted.

The man was absolutely gorgeous and that was even with a mask on.

He had dark blond hair worn a little too long but shagged up in the most sexy of ways, as though he’d just run his fingers through it. The dirty part of Mark’s mind gave the suggestion that the man’s hair looked like he’d just gotten out of bed after having a long fucking session. Brilliant blue eyes sparkled behind the mask, a mischievous amusement reflected in the depths. His slender nose and strong chin framed what Mark considered to be the man’s best feature: his perfectly full lips.

He had to almost smack himself from imagining what those lips would look like wrapped around his dick with those piercing eyes looking up at him.

Biting back a groan, Mark shifted a bit to relieve his discomfort, realizing the man was talking to him. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked, flushing red.

“I said, sorry he bothered you,” the guy told him, leaning against the bar and smirking at him. “And I said my name is Oliver.”

“Oh, I sort of zoned out,” Mark confessed. But that was as far as it would go. There was no way in hell he was going to confess to this man that he was thinking incredibly naughty things about him. “I’m Mark. Nice to meet you, and thanks. You know, for that.” He nodded his head in the direction the twink had gone.

Oliver smiled at him again and Mark felt his knees go a bit weak. That was a smile that would make any man’s heart melt. “No problem,” Oliver told him. “In fact, I’m about to go get some air. Care to join me? I’ll protect you from the drunks trying to get at that hot body of yours.”

Mark laughed a little, feeling his face flush again. The fact that this man found him to be attractive even with the stupid costume he had on made him feel oddly pleased. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be such a bad night after all. He nodded his head, pushing away from the bar and followed the other man through the crowd. He could do with spending a bit more time with him and getting away from the crowd for a while. Something about Oliver intrigued him and he was keen to figure it out.

As they walked, Mark took the time to continue his assessment of the man, noting the angel costume he wore. Black leather pants hung low on Oliver’s slender hips, black angel wings brushing over the swell of his ass. An ass that Mark’s hands were aching to reach out and touch.

“Here we go,” Oliver said once he’d opened a door and lead them out into a hallway. “Much quieter out here, don’t you think?”

Mark nodded his head, attempting to get himself under control. It was bad enough to be here without his hormones turning against him at the sight of a half-naked man. Even if said half naked man was hands down the sexiest creature he’d ever laid eyes on. He took the chance to watch the other man a little more, noticing for the first time the spattering of hair on his chest and that was almost his undoing.

Mark had always been a sucker for a man with chest hair.

Oliver smiled at him as he leaned against the railing of the balcony, tilting his head slightly. “This isn’t your scene is it?” he asked quietly, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip of whatever it was he was drinking. “Why did you come if you’d rather be anywhere else?”

Mark shrugged and moved to lean against the rail with Oliver. “My sister Escort bayan Ankara and my daughter happened,” he said. “My daughter said I needed to get out more and my sister told me in no uncertain terms that I needed to get laid.” From where they stood, they could still hear the music from the ball room and Mark watched out of the corner of his eye as a couple came to stand on the balcony, making out with each other.

Oliver laughed again. “Hmm I think I agree with your sister,” he said. “No offense, Mark but you’re pretty wound up. You need to relax more.”

Mark near about jumped out of his skin when Oliver’s hand rested on his arm, moving slowly upward. The shorter man was squeezing Mark’s arm lightly, almost as though he was attempting to relax him.

“I-I uh…” Mark stammered, looking at Oliver, his mouth going bone dry. There was a look in the man’s eyes that told him that Oliver wouldn’t mind helping him out with the relaxing and possibly in the way his sister was referring to.

Oliver smiled and stepped back, moving his hand. “Sorry. I have a bad habit of touching people. I should learn to curb that.” He glanced over Mark’s shoulder at the couple who were making out and groaned. “Well, someone is getting laid tonight…”

Mark turned his head, and his eyes widened when he saw that the male of the couple had the female’s dress pushed up and was unabashedly using his hands to bring her pleasure. He turned away quickly, embarrassed at watching them.

“I think I know of a better place to get some air and also talk more if you’re interested in joining me?” Oliver said a moment later.

Mark found himself nodding his head, thinking it wouldn’t be too bad to spend some more time with Oliver. He wanted to get to know the man better. For someone who didn’t want to be here in the first place, he found himself oddly drawn to the sexy angel’s charm. Imagining things his mind should not be conjuring up.

“Follow me,” Oliver said, leading Mark back through the crowded ballroom and then out the door. He smiled at the door man, telling him to go on inside and have some fun before heading for an elevator.

“W-Where are we going?” Mark wanted to know a moment later, watching the numbers above the elevator doors blinking brightly as the machine descended.

“My office,” Oliver said as the doors dinged open and he stepped inside. He smiled and waited for Mark to join him then pushed a button for the top floor. “I own this hotel.”

Mark’s surprise was written all over his face. “Impressive. Do a lot of your guests get tours of your office then?”

“No, only the ones I like,” Oliver said.

They lapsed into silence for a few moments and then the elevator stopped and Oliver stepped out with Mark close behind him. Soon they were stepping into a large office and Oliver shut the door behind them, gesturing to the sofa that lined one wall. “Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” he offered.

Instead, Mark wandered around the room, taking in the photos of smiling girls on the walls along with a few shots of the girls with their friends. Oliver saw what he was looking at and grinned. “My daughters,” he said with a proud grin. “Both of them as beautiful and talented as the day is long. And as annoying too.”

Mark smiled at him. “They’re beautiful,” he agreed. Then he saw a picture of Oliver with a man who had dark hair with grey flecks throughout. He pointed at the picture, “lover?” he asked.

Oliver grinned. “Best friend. We’ve known each other since I was five. Ronnie is … my other half for lack of a better word. He helps me with everything.”

Mark smiled. “It’s good to have someone like that. Reminds me of my best friend. We’re very close.”

Oliver moved over to a bar area of the office. “Would you care for a drink? I don’t drink alcohol, but I think I have something up here if you want anything stronger than soda.”

“Soda is fine,” Mark told him, stepping over to the sofa and sitting on it. “This is a nice office. Roomy and cozy. It feels comfortable.”

The angel made them each a drink and brought it over, sitting close to Mark on the sofa. He handed one of the drinks to Mark and just sat there watching him. It was slightly unnerving for Mark, but he turned and looked at the other man, taking in everything he saw. One thing was for sure, Oliver was definitely sexy and the thoughts he’d had of him before were definitely starting to come to the surface again.

“Is there something wrong?” Oliver’s voice broke through Mark’s thoughts again and the man shook his head.

“No, no,” he said. “I just … okay this is going to sound very forward but … why did you ask me up here?”

Oliver smiled and Mark watched him shifting closer on the sofa. “Because I think you’re very attractive and I’ll be honest in saying that since the minute I saw you walk into the ballroom tonight, I wanted you.”

Mark nearly choked on the sofa he had been drinking at that moment and he stared at Oliver. He wasn’t Bayan escort Ankara moving any closer but Mark could see that he was clearly honest and meant every word he said.

“I’m not like this…” Oliver told him with a soft whisper. “I don’t normally …” he broke off, looking away and made to stand up.

Mark took his hand, stopping him from getting away. “I’m not like this either … but something about you…” he swallowed and then licked his suddenly dry lips. “I … kiss me.”

Oliver’s eyes widened behind his mask, but then he sat back down, moving closer to Mark and lifting his hand, running his fingers over Mark’s cheek. Mark closed his eyes, completely surprised at himself, slightly nervous and nearly shaking in anticipation. He was never like this. He never lost all his inhibitions like this.

He let his eyes drift closed as Oliver moved closer still. He could feel the other man’s warm breath against his skin and then the softest of lips were pressing against his own for only a second. Mark opened his eyes, looking right into Oliver’s noting the guy was looking at him as though gauging his reaction.

Mark bit his lip then leaned in and kissed Oliver again. This time the kiss was more passionate, open mouthed and it was all he could do not to moan against the man’s lips. Oliver definitely was skilled when it came to kissing and Mark found himself wondering if he was just as talented in other areas.

When he felt Oliver’s tongue dancing along his bottom lip, Mark did moan, opening his mouth to allow the other man entrance, giving in to his silent begging to take the kiss deeper. He massaged Oliver’s tongue with his own, a rush of desire coursing straight to his dick when Oliver sucked on his tongue.

“Oliver…” Mark moaned the man’s name as Oliver trailed kisses over his jaw and down to his neck. He tilted his head, allowing the man more room, biting his lip to stop another moan from escaping his mouth. God the man was going to drive him insane with those talented lips of his.

“God I want you,” Oliver moaned against the skin of Mark’s neck.

All of Mark’s protests fled from his mind as thoughts of being with this man, even just for this one night filled his mind. He ignored everything screaming at him to get out of there, to just tell the guy he was flattered but not interested but he knew he couldn’t lie. He wanted Oliver too.

“Then…” he tangled his fingers in Oliver’s blond locks, bringing the man’s lips to his own once more, kissing him hard. “Take me.”

Oliver smiled at Mark again, leaning close to him and kissing him back, hard and passionately. Mark felt himself sinking into the pleasures of the man’s mouth, wanting — aching — for more. He wanted all of Oliver. He wanted to feel the man’s hands and mouth on him, touching him everywhere.

“You’re so beautiful,” Oliver whispered as he leaned down a little more, pressing his body against Mark’s in a way that could only be described as wanting. Mark wrapped his arms around Oliver’s waist, pulling him so that the man was straddling his lap, not once breaking the contact of their lips, wanting only to have him closer.

Mark let out a sharp moan when Oliver trailed his lips along his jaw line to his neck and he felt an indescribable chilling of his flesh when he felt those tiny teeth nipping at his skin before Oliver’s warm mouth covered that one spot on his neck, just beneath his ear and sucked on his skin. “Oh god…” he muttered, his hands moving to encircle the man’s waist again, trying to not dig in fingers in Oliver’s sides.

Oliver leaned his body away a bit more, so that his chest wasn’t pressed against Mark’s and slid his hands between their bodies, reaching for the buttons on the white shirt Mark wore. He felt the buttons being released from their holes and then the gentle tug as Oliver leaned out and pulled the ends of the shirt from under his legs.

Then the material was parted and Oliver’s warm hands were inside the shirt, running along Mark’s chest. He moaned softly when he felt his fingers brushing over his nipples, and then his lips were at Mark’s neck again. Unable to help himself, Mark arched against him. “O-Oliver…” his voice hitched when he felt Oliver’s fingers grazing along his belly, moving to the buttons of his pants, undoing them in one smooth motion.

Oliver looked up at him as though waiting for permission to continue and Mark nodded. God he would die if Oliver stopped now. The man smiled, bringing his head down so that they were kissing again and his hands resumed their explorations of Mark’s chest. Then they roamed lower even as he slid his body off of Mark’s legs, moving his hand so that he was brushing against his length through the material of his jeans and boxers. Mark moaned softly, his eyes drifting closed. If there was a god, he was smiling on him right now.

He didn’t know when it happened, but Oliver was soon on his knees on the floor in front of Mark, both his hands now at Mark’s waist, tugging on the jeans a little. Mark’s eyes flew open and he looked down at the man and nodded again. He knew from looking into those blue eyes what Oliver wanted and by god he wanted it too. Hadn’t he been thinking about this very thing from the moment he’d met him?

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Author’s Note: Welcome to my first story of 2014! I decided to kick off the year with a simple, but fun filled naughty little fantasy featuring a young man discovering a dirty little secret about his best friend’s mom. So let’s get the New Year rolling! LC

*

I opened my eyes and smiled, tonight was the night! After six weeks of saving every extra dollar I could, I was only twenty dollars short of the two hundred I needed and I was going to make that this morning! I lay there staring at the ceiling, my cock already stirring as I envisioned the night to come.

Glancing over at the other side of the room, I saw Jimmy was still asleep. He was lying on his side with his back to me and sliding my hand under the covers; I grabbed my now fully erect cock and started to stroke it. Closing my eyes, I thought of a pair long well shaped legs wrapped around me and imagined what those big tits would look like out of her sexy black lace bra. I could all but feel the wet heat of her mature pussy and just as good; the warm, wet and experienced mouth of an older woman who knew how to suck cock better than any girl my age.

I thought of that long blonde hair trailing down my stomach, fanned across my thighs. I had no idea what her face looked like, but pictured big blue eyes to go with that blond hair. Those eyes would be looking up at me while her lips were wrapped around my cock. My hand moved faster and I held back a moan; I was already close. My mind jumped to having her on her knees, grabbing those curvy hips and watching that well rounded ass while my cock slammed into it.

I would be fucking her as hard as I could and with no complaints because older women loved getting it hard and fast and could care less what you thought of them, they were just out for a good hard fucking. I’d whip my cock out and tell her to roll over and spray my hot cum in her mouth and all over her face. Unlike other girls I’d been with she wouldn’t say no, because end of the day I would be paying good money for her to do anything I wanted and most likely a hot cougar like her would love…

“Oh!” a gasp escaped me as my cock exploded in my hand and I felt a warm sticky stream of cum splash onto my stomach.

I continued to pump, all the time imagining my load going into a pretty mouth and not all over myself. When I was finished, I lay there with my heart pounding while holding the sheet over my sticky stomach.

“Hey Nick, you awake?”

I quickly slipped my boxers up and dropped the sheet, wincing as it stuck to my stomach. Sitting up, I looked over to see Jimmy was now sitting on the side of the bed facing me. Shit, how long had he been awake?

“Yeah.” I said simply.

“Good,” Jimmy got up and after stretching, picked up a pair of sweat pants and slipped them over his boxers. Walking towards the window he said, “It’s going to be a great day. Look at it out there.” leaning on the windowsill he took a deep breath, “Clear skies, only in the seventies and it’s a Saturday after a week of rain, we’re going to get some calls today!” Facing me, he asked. “We got Mrs. Williams at eight and The Donovan’s for nine thirty, but that’s it right?”

“So far.” I said. “But you’re right, we’ll get more.”

“Well do me a favor, and check the e-mails and bump our ad, I want us on top of those other guys.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I started to slide my legs off the bed and could feel the sheet sticking to me. There was no way I could get up in front of him. After a minute he asked, “Well?”

“Oh, well I…I’m not wearing anything.”

Jimmy scrunched his face up, “Come on man, why would you do that?”

“Habit.” I shrugged, “Anyway, you want to turn around for a sec?”

“No problem, I don’t want to wake my mother up laughing.”

“Yeah, okay. More like you don’t want her to come in here and see me naked, I’d end up being your step father.”

“Asshole.” He said, but laughed and started to turn around.

I slipped out of bed and was just reaching down to grab my jeans to toss on before I showered, when he turned back around.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed, pointing at my crotch where there was a large wet stain. “You were jerking off, you pig!”

“I…” oh, what the hell there was no denying it. “Hey, what can I say?”

“Dude that is nasty!” he waved his hand disgustedly at me, “Do that shit at home will you?”

“Oh, like you’ve never done it at my house?” I pulled my underwear down, causing him to turn his back to me. Slipping my jeans carefully over my cock, I zipped them up, “You’ve been sleeping over there once a week since we were in middle school.”

“You’re right, I did.” He turned back and grinned at me, “But I had an excuse, I was thinking about your sister in the next room.”

He laughed and I held back from saying anything. Jimmy had been busting my balls about my older sister Kelly for years. He had a thing for her, but had promised me as my best friend he would never ask her out, but that didn’t stop him from busting my balls. I usually fell for it, but time gave it Ankara bayan escort back to him.

“Maybe I was thinking about your mom.”

“My mom?”

“She is pretty damn hot.” I walked over to his desk and opened his lap top, “Best looking cougar I know.”

“Don’t be a jerk, my mother treats you like you’re my brother.”

“Maybe I’d rather her treat me like a cub; her little boy toy.” I grinned as he frowned and tapped the side of my head as if thinking, “Maybe she lays there and thinks about me.”

“Yeah I bet she does. All those sexy things like the time you threw up when we took you to six flags and, oh.” he snapped his fingers, “The time she caught you peeing in our pool and especially that time she found a pair of her panties in that bed” he pointed to where I had just gotten up. “Pretty sure she knew I didn’t take them.”

I felt myself turning red, “I was fourteen and they were mixed in the sheets! I…I just was looking at them.”

“Got eyes in your nose?” he asked.

We stood there staring at each other then after a moment we both burst out laughing.

“Okay,” I waved my hand at him, “You got me, those were the only panties I’d seen that weren’t my mother’s or sisters.”

“Could have at least brought a pair of your sister’s over as a trade.”

“Whatever, anyway I wasn’t thinking about your mom.” I grinned, “Got something hot going on tonight and, well you know, sometimes it gets to be too much”

“Wow, score!” he reached out and slapped my arm. “Anyone I know?”

“Nope.” No one I knew either, at least not yet.

“Who is she?”

“I’d, uh, rather not say. It’s sort of a hook up, nothing serious and I don’t want to kiss and tell.”

“Fine, be like that.” He shrugged, “But speaking of my mom, roll up those sheets and I’ll toss them in the wash, she don’t need to be seeing your spooge.”

“Fair enough” grabbing my underwear I tossed them in my gym bag and yanking the sheets from the bed, rolled them up in a ball.

Turning around I threw them at Jimmy who caught it and with a look of disgust made a show of holding the bundle at arm’s length as if it were going to bite him.

“I’m going to run down and put these in the wash, bump the ad.”

“You bet.” I told him as he left the room and headed downstairs.

Sitting at the desk, I opened a browser and brought up Craig’s list. Finding services I scrolled down until I found our ad for landscaping and after copying it, clicked new add, pasted it in and hit submit to put us back at the top of the list. We had done lawns last summer, but didn’t make too much money. All we had was our cars and people would look at us funny when we would show up with lawnmowers and rakes sticking out of our trunks and backseats.

But this spring, Jimmy’s father, who for the most part was pretty useless, had come up big and given Jimmy his old ford 250 pick up so he could make more money landscaping to help with school. So far it was only late July and we’d each saved over a thousand dollars. My parents took half to put in the bank for books and school expenses and after I paid for insurance and gas and had some fun I was still usually broke, but pretty content as there was nothing I really wanted.

That was until a few weeks ago. Figuring Jimmy would be a couple of minutes I clicked out of services and went over to adult services. As all the ads came up featuring young college age girls who were offering their services at hourly and half hour rates, I began to scroll through them, looking for the one that had caught my eye over a month ago and had since been obsessed with.

“Shit.” I whispered when I didn’t see it on the first page. “Please be around.”

I hit the second page and halfway down sighed with relief at the words Milf for Hire! Clicking on the words I sat back and smiled at the picture that came up. It featured a woman from the neck down dressed in black lingerie that included stockings, lace panties and a transparent bra that showed not only her large round tits, but her nipples were visible. She was leaning against a doorway, with her hands under her tits, cupping them.

Although her face wasn’t visible there was plenty of long blonde hair showing and I could not imagine that she wouldn’t be as beautiful as her body. And that body! I would never say she was chubby, but she had a full set of hips and her thighs looked soft and inviting. Her ass looked to have some curve to it and overall her body was a sharp contrast to the slender girls I went to school with.

Most of them had smaller perky tits and tight little asses. Not that I was complaining, I’d had some serious fun with the couple of girls I’d been with at PC, but the woman in the ad’s body seemed so…I kept coming back to the word inviting. The fact that it belonged to a woman who according to her ad was over twice my age was one hell of a turn on. Pulling my eyes from the picture, I read the ad that by now I was sure I could quote by heart.

“Are you tired of those skinny inexperienced little things in those Escort bayan Ankara other ads? Well if you are, then I’m the woman for you. That’s right, woman, not a girl. This forty two year old Milf is sexy, fun and most of all experienced!

“All those young girls are doing is going through the motions, trying to get you off and out the door for the next one. But this hot cougar is out for more than just the money, honey! When you’re with me you’re not only enjoying me, but I am enjoying you just as much because this slutty little blonde loves to get a good hard fucking as much as you love to give one!”

“So whether you’re a gentleman my age looking for a fun time or a young man who wants to know what it’s like to be with a real woman, two hundred dollars will get you all that you want and more!”

I went back to the picture and for the hundredth time wondered what had me so interested. I had never been into Milf or cougar porn before. Truth be told, the only woman in her forties I considered hot was Jimmy’s mom, Wendy. I wasn’t alone in that. Poor Jimmy had been getting his balls busted about his mother for years.

I grinned at the thought that the panties they had caught me with weren’t the only pair I’d gotten. I’d smuggled a black pair out of his house once and had jacked off with them several times while thinking about my best friend’s mother. I still thought she was hot, but no longer used her inspiration.

Once I’d started dating it had gotten me over thinking of Wendy along with the fact that when I’d gotten a little older I realized this was my best friend’s mother and she had been very good to me. Wendy even kept it from my parents about her finding me with her panties. I recalled when she found them and I tried to stutter out an apology she simply said, “Boys will be boys and there’s worse things than a cute boy thinking I’m sexy, but let’s not let it happen again, or I’ll have to tell your folks.” She’d never mentioned it again, but it had taken a month before I could look at her without blushing.

But other than her, no older woman had done it for me and even Wendy was mostly because she was the first woman I knew who I thought was sexy. So I found it odd this ad grabbed me the way it had. I’d only found it by accident when Jimmy and I were working on our first Craig’s list ad and for fun he had decided to click on the adult services. While he was joking about which ones he would pick or wondering if any of them were fellow PC students he had spotted this one and clicked on it.

Jimmy had laughed and said, “Man, imagine fucking someone your mom’s age?” then after a moment had added, “Bet a woman that old gives a hell of a blow job.” He had clicked off of it, but the ad stuck in my mind and later that night I’d looked at it again. After that I’d gone online and watched some milf porn, which I’d formally had no interest in and became hooked.

Now it was all I thought about, how much better an older lover could be. The girls I had been with were fun, but fun for my age, which is what they were. They were still a little shy and hung up on some things, a woman that age? She would know exactly what she wanted, how to get it and would be damn good at it. But even though I was watching movies my thoughts kept turning back to that add, the fact there was a woman that age available that would do whatever I wanted was killing me.

Finally after three weeks of jerking off, including several times while staring at the picture in the ad it occurred to me why not do it? I could save up the money and it’s not like anyone would know. I’m sure it was something my parents would frown on, and I wouldn’t tell any friends, especially Jimmy because I would never hear the end of it.

Once I’d decided to chase my fantasy I’d looked at the ad every day hoping that whoever she was she would keep doing this. Right now all my bills were paid including the money to my parents to go in the bank. I had a hundred and sixty stashed and after the couple of jobs today would have two. Staring at the ad I wondered if I should contact her now. No, I had to get to work and…

“What are you doing, looking at hookers again?” I jumped as Jimmy came up behind me. “Shit, all the hotties we saw and you’re looking at the old lady?”

“Like you wouldn’t tap that.” I responded, pointing at her.

“I wouldn’t pay for it.” Slapping me on the shoulder he laughed, “Hey, Nick you want to bang a cougar, Miss Jennings is single!”

“Ugh.” I gave a mock shudder, “Dude, she has false teeth.”

“Then she can take them out and give you a gum job!”

I shut the computer off and got up to see Jimmy tossing a t-shirt on. “You about ready to go?”

“I have to shower.”

“Why, we’re going to get all sweaty.” He reminded me, “But really, you know if you want some desperate housewife go hit the bar over on Broadway lot of lonely ladies there.”

“How do you know?”

“Oh, well…” he looked away.

“No! You fucking dog!” I exclaimed “Have you really…?”

“I’m not proud.” He made a show Bayan escort Ankara of hanging his head, “But she was lonely and upset and I took one for the team and made her…”

“How old was she?” I asked.

“I don’t know, maybe thirty,” he grinned wickedly, “Old enough to know some tricks.”

“You never told me.”

“It’s none of your…”

We looked up at the sound of heels coming down the hallway.

“What’s your mom doing up before nine on a Saturday?”

“I have no…”

He stopped at a knock on the door and Wendy calling, “Hey you guys decent?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy called back as I reached down and grabbed a Red Sox shirt from my bag and started to put it on.

“I should say as decent as a two twenty year old boys can be anyway.” Wendy laughed as she entered the room.

“Morning, Wendy, I…” I stopped in mid sentence when I saw her.

Wendy was wearing a black skirt so short I doubted she could bend over in it and a pink short sleeved blouse that wouldn’t be anything special if the buttons were secured. Instead the top half was wide open exposing a red shirt beneath it that was low cut to where I could not just see the top half of her tits, but a red lace bra.

Her long blonde hair was down despite how hot it was outside and I noticed she was wearing eye shadow to accentuate her blue eyes and her lips were painted a deep red. Catching myself staring at her chest, I dropped my eyes down and was now confronted with her almost totally exposed legs. Wendy sun bathed by the pool every day and her legs were not only long and well shaped, but as tan as I was from working outside all summer.

Her legs were made to look even better by a pair of what had to be four inch black heels. Unable to help it, my eyes worked the length of her legs right up to the hem of the skirt which I swore couldn’t be more than a couple of inches lower than her crotch. If she sat across from anyone today they would be getting a show.

She was standing with her legs slightly apart and I couldn’t help staring at the inside of her thighs. Like the woman I was hoping to meet tonight her thighs weren’t slender, but still had a nice shape, thick some of the guys at school would call them.

“Mom!” Jimmy spoke up, “What the hell are you wearing?”

“I’m going to work.”

“Like that?” he pointed, “Can you sit in that thing?”

“I’m working at the lounge today.” She shrugged, “I won’t get tips in jeans.”

“The lounge is open this early?”

“I…” she paused then smiled, “No, but I’m seeing George for breakfast first and figured I’d give him something to think about.”

“Him and everyone else.” Jimmy shook his head, “That’s way too short of a skirt, mom.”

“I’ll keep that in mind dad” she said with more than a little annoyance in her voice.

“Yeah, okay.” Jimmy sighed.

“Anyway, I came in here to tell you I’ll be home for a little bit later, but I’ll probably be gone for the night before you get back. There’s left over pork chops and mashed potatoes in the fridge.”

“Where you going,” he looked annoyed, “George’s again?”

“Yes,” she told him, “Why, do I need permission?”

“No, just wondering why he never stays over here.”

“Maybe he’s afraid of my guard dog son.” She reached out and touched his cheek, “I love that you look out for me Jimmy, but I’m a grown woman and I feel more comfortable at his place. I don’t have to look around his house and be reminded of your asshole father. I’ll be home for breakfast okay?”

“Sure.” Wendy kissed him on the cheek and as she turned away gave me a little wave. “You boys go out and make some money today!”

“Maybe I should wear a short skirt.” I laughed and ignoring Jimmy’s dirty look went on, “Maybe I would get better tips.”

“Nah, you don’t have the legs for a skirt.” She told me, then surprised me by adding, “But you do look good with your shirt off, bet some of the horny housewives would tip you extra then.”

“Mom.” Jimmy sounded aggravated.

“Oh, honey.” She laughed, as she turned away from us “It was just a joke.”

She left the room and I saw Jimmy still looked pissed. “Everything okay? I was only joking about the skirt.”

“I’m not mad at you. Mom’s been acting weird. She comes and goes all the time and she’s dressing like…well you saw her.”

“Yeah, but she’s a cocktail waitress right?”

“Yeah that was all she could find when her office closed, but she works messed up hours. She’ll be gone three four hours, come home, go back out later, she says she splits shifts.”

“I take it you don’t like the boyfriend?”

“I might if I ever met him.”

“You never met George?”

“Nope, not yet, and I don’t know why. I mean he’s banging her every Saturday night and some Friday’s too, so I guess it’s serious, but she won’t bring him around.”

“Maybe she thinks you’ll give him a hard time.”

“Whatever.”

“Hey, Jimmy, she’s single and she is pretty damn hot. Good for her.”

He stared at me, then smirked, “Your sister is single and pretty hot too, maybe…”

He stopped when his cell started ringing and picking it up off the desk he answered, “Hi, yes this Jimmy.” He gave me a thumbs up, “Sure Miss Clancy, we can get there today, how’s eleven? Great, we’ll be there.”

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