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Je remercie Cathartico de m’avoir permis se traduire son histoire “Jessica’s Change Management” que vous pouvez trouver sur la partie anglophone de ce site.

Je sais que vous êtes de moins en moins à lire les suites de ce récit. C’est le problème des textes en plusieurs parties. Mais je remercie tous les lecteurs qui prennent la peine de lire mes productions et consultent mon blog. C’est un encouragement à poursuivre.

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Quand je reviens dans mon bureau, les stagiaires sont partis. J’essaie de me concentrer sur mon travail et de préparer l’argumentaire de mon projet que je dois proposer à la fin de la semaine. Mais c’est difficile, car mon esprit erre constamment en réfléchissant au prochain défi. Je suis presque heureuse quand la porte s’ouvre à nouveau et que Justin entre. Il dit gaiement :

– C’est presque l’heure du déjeuner, Miss BRATZ. Nous voulons des tacos pour manger aujourd’hui. Alors tu vas rendre visite à ton ami.

– Pardon? Je dois faire quoi? Demandé-je complètement déconcertée.

Il ne peut pas être sérieux. Il veut que j’aille chercher le déjeuner pour les stagiaires? A quoi il pense? Je ne suis pas leur bonne. Je suis une directrice ici, je ne sers la nourriture à personne. Au contraire, c’est moi qui envoie des stagiaires me chercher à déjeuner. C’est vraiment insolent et présomptueux. Je tremble de colère. Et je gronde à l’attention de Justin :

– Qu’est-ce que tu crois? Je ne vais pas te servir!

Le jeune garçon rit en retour. Et il dit :

– Héhéhé! Daniel m’a dit que tu réagirais comme ça. Ça ne rendra ma victoire que plus agréable. Ni toi, ni moi n’allons décider, le jeu va le faire.

Merde il a raison. Un jeu idiot d’enfant va décider si mes stagiaires vont transformer la dirigeante d’entreprise en serveuse. C’est tellement ridicule. Chaque fibre de mon corps s’insurge contre le fait de devenir leur bonne. Mais le hasard va décider.

Les jambes flageolantes, je me lève et je tends la main. Justin me regarde avec un sourire vicieux et tend le bras.

– Pierre… Papier… Commence-t-il à annoncer.

Cette fois, je suis encore plus motivée pour gagner. Je suis prête à faire n’importe quoi pour éviter de devenir leur servante idiote. La dernière fois j’avais fait « ciseaux ». Que pense Justin de ce que je vais faire maintenant? Pense-t-il que je vais prendre la même idée ou autre chose?

Je n’ai pas beaucoup de temps pour réfléchir alors je décide de prendre un autre choix. Je tends la main à plat pour symboliser le « papier ». Justin ne change pas la forme de sa main ,la gardant fermée pour symboliser la « pierre ».

– OUI!

Je ne peux m’empêcher de crier pour ma victoire. J’ai gagné donc je ne devrais pas aller chercher des tacos. Je ne devrais pas rencontrer de nouveau Checo, le méchant membre du gang des « LGZ ». Je n’aurais pas à jouer à la bonne des stagiaires.

– Et merde! Putain de putain! Grogne Justin, pas content du tout.

Il me jette méchamment :

– Tu as de la chance salope. Mais la journée est loin d’être terminée. Putain, je ne peux pas partir d’ici les mains vides. Montre-moi ta tenue de salope, putain.

Je m’attendais à ce qu’il sorte immédiatement de mon bureau. Mais évidemment il ne peut pas gérer sa défaite aussi facilement. Ne voulant pas l’enrager plus, j’ouvre à contrecœur ma robe noire et blanche et je lui présente pour la seconde fois mon chemisier rouge à bretelles.

Justin s’approche de moi et passe ses mains sur les lanières croisées. Lorsqu’il atteint l’extrémité, il tire brusquement dessus.

– Oooohhh! Gémis-je de surprise lorsque les sangles se resserrent.

Il tire si fort que le chemisier est tiré sur mes seins et les presse fortement.

– Oooohhh! Continué-je à gémir alors qu’il continue à tirer.

Il ne s’arrête que lorsque la chair de mes nichons est déformée, montrant sa brutalité. Mes énormes seins sont si comprimés qu’ils menacent de s’échapper de mon chemisier rouge.

– C’est mieux salope! Remarque Justin quand je ramène ma robe sur ma poitrine gonflée.

Et il ajoute, moqueur :

– Si je ne peux pas t’utiliser, je peux au moins t’humilier.

Il me regarde remettre ma robe et acquiesce joyeusement quand il voit les changements. Et merde, ma robe ne cache pas ses manipulations.

Mes seins sont tellement serrés que la robe est gonflée de façon obscène. Le tissu est tellement tiré que la robe semble trop petite et semble sur le point de se déchirer d’une seconde à l’autre. Mes gros nichons paraissent d’une taille supérieure. De plus le chemisier serré les fait remonter plus haut sur ma poitrine si bien que ça les rend presque faux.

Putain, il n’y a plus beaucoup d’élégance dans ma tenue.

Avec un dernier signe de tête satisfait, Justin se retourne et sort de mon bureau. Il a peut-être perdu la partie, mais il a quand même trouvé le moyen de m’humilier. Néanmoins, je ne peux m’empêcher de sourire en le regardant partir.

Daniel m’a peut-être transformée en jouet de luxe des stagiaires, bursa escort mais je ne serai pas leur servante. Je suis encore une dirigeante d’entreprise. Il me reste encore de la fierté. Les changements dans ma tenue peuvent surestimer la taille de ma poitrine. Mais j’ai de beaux seins et je peux m’en sortir. Avoir gagné sur un stagiaire est beaucoup plus important.

Une demi-heure s’écoule avant que Daniel ne m’appelle au téléphone.

– Descends dans la salle de conférence! Dit-il sèchement avant de raccrocher.

C’est inattendu. Que fait-il dans la salle de conférence? Pourquoi m’appelle-t-il là-bas?

Saisissant mon sac à main j’obéis et je descends. Au milieu des escaliers, je réalise que le gode est toujours dans mon sac. Mon Dieu, maintenant, je transporte un jouet sexuel partout où je vais. C’est vicieux.

En chemin je rencontre Michelle KEELAN, la secrétaire incompétente. Elle s’arrête quand elle me voit. De toute évidence, elle a remarqué que ma robe est tendue au-dessus de ma grosse poitrine. Cependant je ne m’arrête pas et continue à me dépêcher. Je la dépasse si vite qu’elle ne peut vraiment me détailler n’est-ce pas? Peu importe! Son opinion n’a pas d’importance pour moi de toute façon. Néanmoins je me sens un peu gênée.

La salle de conférence se trouve au rez-de-chaussée de l’immeuble de bureau. Elle est principalement utilisée pour les réunions de travail. Toutefois, du mardi au jeudi, la plupart des consultants travaillent chez les clients. La salle n’est donc pas très utilisée ces jours-là.

En y pénétrant, je vois les quatre stagiaires assis autour de la grande table. Ils ont des tacos et des frites devant eux. Je crois que je ferais mieux de ne pas demander comment ils ont eu cette nourriture .

– Qu’est-ce que vous faites ici? Vous êtes fou? Vous savez qu’il n’est pas permis d’utiliser cette salle pour déjeuner?

– Oh allez Miss BRATZ, ne soyez pas bêcheuse! La plupart des consultants sont ailleurs de toute façon. Répond Daniel imperturbable.

– Pourquoi n’utilisez-vous pas la salle de repos au sous-sol. Je ne ferai rien ici. Dis-je catégoriquement.

– Il n’y a pas de télévision en bas. Dit le latino en me montrant le grand écran plat accroché au mur.

Habituellement cet écran est utilisé pour des présentations lors de réunions. Mais les stagiaires l’ont allumé et regardent des clips sur une chaîne musicale.

– Dommage que tu aies gagné la dernière manche salope. Je parie que tu aurais aimé payer Checo avec tes trous n’est-ce pas? Me dit Daniel en mangeant.

Je voudrais crier « NON ». Je ne veux plus jamais revoir ce voyou brutal. Mais je garde la bouche fermée, n’aimant pas la direction que prend la conversation.

– Je vois que Justin s’est vengé d’avoir perdu.

Le latino commente mes seins remontés sous la robe. Il ajoute :

– De toute façon, cette robe était beaucoup trop classique pour une salope comme toi.

Je ne réponds pas alors il continue :

– Sinon… Justin m’a dit que tu étais beaucoup trop heureuse d’avoir gagné. Donc j’ai décidé que ce serait mon tour pendant l’heure du déjeuner.

Et merde! Daniel sait que j’étais contente de ne pas devenir leur servante. Il sait à quel point je suis fière de mon statut de dirigeante d’entreprise. Il veut me voir humiliée encore.

– Si je gagne la manche, tu nous suceras pendant le déjeuner. Tout ce que tu as le droit de manger c’est notre foutre. Si tu gagnes, tu auras ta part de tacos. M’explique le latino.

Putain! Que c’est vicieux encore! Une fois encore Daniel prouve qu’il est le maître des défis perfides. Il veut que je leur fasse une fellation pendant qu’ils mangent. Et il veut que je me nourrisse de leur sperme, Il veut me mettre au régime de foutre toute la journée. C’est si vicieux que ma chatte me picote instantanément. Bon sang, on dirait que j’ai appris à aimer ses manières vicieuses.

– Mais… Mais… Balbutié-je.

« Mais pas ici, dans la salle de conférence! », c’est ce que je voulais dire. Mais je n’arrive pas à le prononcer avant que Daniel commence le match.

– Pierre… Papier… Dit-il.

– Je prends ta réponse comme « Papier » si tu ne participes pas salope! Ajoute-t-il en montrant ma main ouverte.

Rapidement, je referme ma main et je rejoins son jeu. Je veux quand même avoir une chance de gagner. Toutefois je me dis que je discuterai du choix de la salle après le match si c’est nécessaire. Si je gagne, ça n’aura aucune importance.

Comme précédemment j’avais eu de la chance avec « Papier », je décide de recommencer. Alors je tends ma main à plat. Evidemment, Daniel a prévu que je choisirai la forme qui m’avait fait gagnée. Il opte donc pour « Ciseaux ».

Et merde! J’ai perdu pour la deuxième fois. Mon sentiment de joie de la victoire contre Justin a disparu. Je dois sucer les stagiaires alors qu’ils sont occupés à déjeuner. C’est trop dégradant. Ils m’utilisent comme une pute suceuse et ils me jetteront comme un mouchoir usagé une fois le déjeuner terminé.

– Alors… bursa escort bayan Dois-je aller dans la salle de repos et vous attendre les gars? Dis-je pour essayer de changer le choix de la pièce.

– Non salope! Tu te mets à genoux et tu commences à me sucer ici et maintenant. Réplique Daniel.

C’est ce que je craignais. Je me rebiffe en oubliant même d ‘appeler mon homme « Monsieur » :

– Nous ne pouvons pas faire ça ici Daniel! Je ne peux pas! Et si un collègue arrivait? C’est beaucoup trop dangereux!

Mais ce macho arrogant ne cède pas. Il répond :

– Je te l’ai déjà dit : Presque tout le monde est sorti et le reste est en train de manger au restaurant. Michelle était en train de partir quand tu es arrivée. Tu ferais mieux de commencer ou tu veux attendre qu’ils reviennent?

Bien sûr que je ne veux pas ça. Je veux qu’ils me suivent dans la salle de repos au sous-sol. Je veux qu’il écoute mes arguments. Au moins pour une fois!

– Tu veux que je te donne un coup de main? Intervient Matt.

Merde! Matt utilise mon hésitation pour essayer d’asseoir sa domination. Je ne peux pas permettre que Daniel cesse de me contrôler. Il ne doit pas perdre son statut de Maître sur moi.

Alors je cède, même si je ne le veux pas. Sucer les stagiaires dans la salle de conférence de me plait pas du tout. Mais je dois sauver le statut de dominant de mon homme.

Je me mets lentement à genoux et je rampe vers Daniel. Je lui écarte les jambes et je passe mes ongles longs sur son pantalon, de ses tibias à son entrejambe. Pendant ce temps, il continue à manger ses tacos. J’ouvre sa fermeture éclair et je sors sa queue. Elle durcit rapidement dans ma main.

Je fais glisser mes faux ongles doucement de haut en bas pour taquiner sa bite jusqu’à ce qu’elle soit bien raide. Ensuite je crache dans la paume de ma main pour la rendre humide.

– J’ai une meilleure idée! Dit le macho la bouche pleine.

Il attrape un sachet de sauce ketchup et il répand la sauce sur sa queue. Je grimace en le voyant faire. C’est dégueulasse! Pourtant je me prépare et je tire la langue. En la passant sur sa bite, je sens le goût de la sauce tomate. C’est trop vicieux de lécher le ketchup sur la bite d’un mec!

Après avoir nettoyé toute la sauce rouge et sucrée sur le membre de Daniel, je pose mes douces lèvres sur son gland et je commence à le sucer. Faisant rebondir ma tête de haut en bas, je chatouille le haut de son gland avec ma langue.

C’est complètement différent de la gorge profonde que j’avais dû faire précédemment avec le gode. Le latino me laisse faire tout le travail alors qu’il est penché en arrière et qu’il savoure son taco. j’ai l’impression de n’être pour lui qu’un simple objet qu’il ne remarque pas, étant occupé à manger. L’humiliation traverse ma chatte comme une décharge électrique.

Ma tête bouge de plus en plus vite et je peux sentir la verge de Daniel commencer à se contracter. Toutefois, le macho m’arrête et asperge ses couilles de ketchup. Il faut que j’arrête de le sucer et que je nettoie ses boules. L’une après l’autre je prends ses couilles dans ma bouche et je les lèche. La saveur douce de la tomate me heurte de plein fouet et me fait trembler sur mes genoux.

Les autres garçons se joignent rapidement à la fête. L’un après l’autre, ils sortent leur queue du pantalon et l’enduise de ketchup.

– Allez Poupée! Viens attraper! Dit Justin pour me taquiner comme il l’avait fait avec le gode.

Daniel pousse mes épaules et m’envoie vers l’étudiant vicieux. Comme il est assis de l’autre côté de la table, je dois me glisser dessous. Mon Dieu! Je suis à quatre pattes en train de ramper sous une table dans la salle de conférence.

Lorsque j’arrive de l’autre côté, Justin agite sa bite recouverte de ketchup devant mon visage. Il m’ordonne de mettre les mains dans le dos et de tirer la langue pour montrer mon obéissance. Ensuite il me laisse lécher la sauce sur sa bite. Après avoir bien nettoyé son sexe et l’avoir profondément enterré dans ma bouche il m’envoie vers Taylor.

Arrivée au footballeur noir, je recommence mon entreprise de nettoyage en léchant la sauce tomate sur son énorme bite et en engloutissant son gland avec ma bouche. Quand j’ai fini, je dois ramper à nouveau sous la table pour atteindre Matt.

– Héhéhé, elle est sous la table comme un chien qui quémande un bout de viande. On devrait l’appeler la chienne affamée. Se moque Matt.

Quand les rires se calment, Daniel suggère :

– Jouons à un dérivé de la roulette russe les gars! Nous sommes assis autour de la table avec une chienne affamée sous la table qui nous suce. Elle a deux minutes pour sucer l’un de nous avant de passer au prochain dans le sens des aiguilles d’une montre. Le dernier à jouir est celui qui l’enculera plus tard.

– Ouais! Super idée! Crient les garçons qui adorent cette idée.

– Prends ça! Il est temps pour toi de récolter ton déjeuner. Me dit Daniel en me tendant un gobelet vide ayant contenu du soda.

Pendant ce temps, escort bursa les autres gars ont réagi. Lorsque j’atteins Matt, ils ont tous déplacé leur chaise sous la table, leurs jambes en dessous. Je suis piégée, je ne peux plus sortir.

– Le temps passe, petite pute! Dit brusquement Matt!

Comme je ne veux pas qu’il gagne, je commence immédiatement à le sucer. Pendant ce temps, j’entends les garçons grignoter bruyamment leur nourriture comme s’il n’y avait pas de salope sous la table. Puis j’entends soudainement une voix :

– Ok les gars. Je n’ai pas trop de temps. Alors commençons rapidement.

Mon Dieu? Quel choc! Que se passe-t-il?

Un homme est entré dans la salle et il parle aux stagiaires. Je reconnais sa voix. C’est M. BLAKE, un collaborateur expérimenté du département d’ORTEGA, âgé d’une quarantaine d’années.

Je suis tellement choquée que je manque de peu de mordre la queue de Matt. La panique me prend et je me fige sur place. Je suis à genoux sous la table, entre les jambes de Matt et je ne peux pas bouger.

Que dois-je faire? Comment puis-je me sortir de cette situation? Comment dois-je faire pour que BLAKE ne me voie pas?

Toutes ces questions tournent dans ma tête et me tourmentent. La pire des choses vient de se produire, un collègue de travail vient de nous surprendre. Ce n’est qu’une question de temps avant qu’il découvre ma relation avec les stagiaires. Mais heureusement que la table est grande, je suis cachée dessous. Tant que BLAKE ne s’assoit pas, il ne peut pas me voir.

– Danny, montre-moi les diapositives que tu as déjà préparées. Demande mon collègue à Daniel.

De toute évidence, il a une réunion avec les stagiaires. Et cette réunion avait dû être fixée auparavant. Ils savaient que BLAKE entrerait dans la pièce. Ils l’avaient attendu! Ils m’avaient piégée! Ça devait être le plan de Daniel depuis le début.

Quel sale enfoiré! Il n’arrête pas de jouer avec moi et il augmente le danger que je sois découverte.

J’entends BLAKE diriger la réunion. Les stagiaires lui montrent le travail qu’ils ont accompli sur un projet et ils discutent des détails. Apparemment les garçons ignorent ma présence. Un consultant qui pose des questions relatives au travail est plus important que la dirigeante d’entreprise en train de sucer leur bite! Pffffff!

En retenant mon souffle, j’essaie de faire le moins de bruit possible. Cependant, après une minute, Matt me donne un coup de coude sur l’épaule pour m’envoyer vers Daniel.

Ils veulent toujours que je continue à remplir ma tâche. Ils veulent que je les suce alors que Blake est dans la salle. Ce sont vraiment des salauds!

A contrecœur, je rampe vers mon homme en essayant d’être aussi silencieuse que possible. Et les deux minutes suivantes, je suce sa queue. En me rappelant la règle de leur jeu de la roulette russe, je me concentre et je fais tournoyer ma langue autour de son gland silencieusement. Toutefois mes efforts ne suffisent pas et il n’éjacule pas avant la fin du temps imparti.

Avec un autre coup de coude je passe au suivant. « La chienne affamée est en route vers la prochaine queue » pensai-je cyniquement. Comme je n’ai que deux minutes sur chaque bite et qu’il y a ensuite une pause de six minutes, les queues des garçons ont du mal à rester en érection.

Je dois m’appliquer fortement pour les faire bander, ce qui est particulièrement difficile, car j’essaie d’éviter tout type de bruit. Lors de mon deuxième tour de table, leurs bites restent finalement bien droites. J’ai de la chance.

La queue noire de Taylor est un morceau de viande si massif qu’elle étire ma bouche au maximum quand je pousse mes lèvres sur son gland et que je balance la tête de haut en bas. Il y a un moment de silence quand BLAKE lit certaines informations que Matt lui a présentées. J’attends sans bouger la tête pendant que j’utilise mes ongles longs pour chatouiller et taquiner les bourses du garçon.

Au moment où Matt prend la parole pour répondre à une question, j’abaisse ma bouche et je prends l’immense tige dans ma gorge.

– Urgggghhh! Étouffé-je, mais heureusement la voix de Matt a couvert le bruit.

Sentant la queue de Taylor se contracter violemment, je la sors rapidement de ma bouche et je pointe le gland vers le gobelet en plastique. Quelques secondes plus tard, son sperme jaillit. Il gicle quatre gros jets de foutre que je recueille consciencieusement dans le gobelet.

Malgré l’humiliation d’être utilisée comme une chienne avide de sperme, j’éprouve une immense fierté à l’idée d’avoir fait jouir Taylor sans faire de bruit.

Forte de mon succès, je rampe vers Justin et je commence à travailler sur sa bite avec ferveur. Celle-ci a une belle circonférence, mais elle est loin d’être aussi grosse que celle de Taylor. Je fais quelques tours avec ma langue avant de pousser la majeure partie de l’organe dans ma bouche. A présent, je commence bien à m’habituer à l’étirement de mes lèvres et la tension exercée sur ma mâchoire.

A chaque fois que BLAKE parle, j’enfonce la bite de Justin dans ma gorge, provoquant un petit bruit de succion. Après l’entraînement que je viens de subir plus tôt dans la journée, c’est très facile. Ma bouche est maintenant un gouffre bien dressé, non?

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L’appartement ce Fyona Washington avait occupé il y a dix ans n’était rien mais le terrain vague maintenant. La clôture travaillé-en fer a gardé les yards débraillés et le trottoir cassé de l’étalage aux secteurs avoisinants et les fenêtres de vide-examiné des bâtiments d’appartement désertés dévisagés hors sur le repos du paysage prospérant avec la tristesse.

J’ai négligé les environs, plutôt cherchant n’importe quels signes de vie autour des bâtiments pourrissant et a localisé finalement Fyona SUV, garé à côté d’une dalle concrète Cela avait été précédemment un bassin de chargement. Les portes de chauffeur et passager étaient ouvertes et un de pantoufles de Fyona était sur le sol dehors. J’ai essayé de ne pas donner dans la crainte qui mâchait mon coeur pour le dîner et thumbed ma cellule dans l’opération, contactant Brad, qui était en route. Je ‘relayed’ l’information à lui et il m’a donné quelques-uns dans le retour.

Ronnie avait un fusil. L’a dopé la fille des Adams craque la maison était sorti de son brouillard assez long pour dire que Jonas l’avait donné un 0.38 Spécial. J’ai avalé le passé le tas dans ma gorge et aboyé pour Brad pour se dépêcher. Mon mètre d’inquiétude, déjà à un record sans précédent de 10, avait bursa escort atteint maintenant 100.

Je me suis senti s’impuissant, marchant de long en large dehors, attendre l’arrivée de Brad. Dix minutes soucieuses plus tard, la Pointe et trois autre de nos collègues tirés dans l’espace de gravier. Brad m’a lancé mon sac et nous avons convenu en haut. “Hé, Pete?”

“Ouais.”

“Plafonner ne sait pas de ceci.”

J’ai hoché. “Cela est bon. Je traiterai n’importe quelles retombées. Allons.”

Le premier trois bâtiments était vide. Ne pas complètement vider. Je ne comptais pas les squatters et sans abri camé que d’habitude a jeté des détritus ces types d’endroits. Je cherchais une mère et son enfant et l’homme fou qui les a tenu le captif. Nous avons demandé pardon n’importe qui nous éclatons dans sur et a continué notre recherche.

Dans le bâtiment de quart, un petit gosse joue avec un bateau de jouet cassé nous a donné un sourire large quand nous avons approché. “Salut. Vous cherchez Mikey?”

Le nom a attrapé mon attention tout de suite. Je me suis emparé de Brad, l’arrêtant et accroupi en bas par l’enfant. “Ouais. Vous le savez?”

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“Hou là, cela était vraiment agréable.”

La face de l’enfant est tombée. “Ouais. La jolie dame avec lui était agréable, aussi, mais l’homme … ” Le petit garçon a frotté son oeil comme s’il était sur le point de pleurer. “Il m’a donné un coup de pied et m’a dit que je n’étais rien mais un morceau de merde.”

Ronnie. Il n’a pas dû me dire pour moi savoir que Ronnie avait été le l’un le donner un coup de pied. J’ai combattu ma colère en bas. “Pouvez-vous me dire où ils sont allés?”

“Ouais. Ils sont allés en bas, dans la maison du gars de prune.”

“Le gars de prune?” Brad a demandé.

“Ouais. Le gars qui a utilisé réparer tous les tuyaux. Le gars de prune.”

J’ai failli rire quand j’ai compris qu’il disait. “Le plombier.”

“Ouais! Cela l’est!”

“Pouvez-vous nous montrer où c’est?”

Les yeux de l’enfant ont changé alors, montrant la crainte. “Ce grand homme … Il a dit qu’il me blesserait si j’ai dit.”

“Nous ferons S’occuper de vous, le fils. Juste nous dire. C’est très important.”

L’enfant a regardé environ à eux, a pris alors son bateau cassé, cradling escort bursa il aimer. “Approuver, mais vous devez m’acheter un nouveau bateau.”

“Accord. Maintenant me”montrer.

Suivre le jeune garçon m’a fait content que je ferais pris le temps pour lui demander les questions parce que l’appartement du plombier a été localisé au rez-de-chaussée du bâtiment et nous devions prendre un chemin indirect pour l’atteindre. Il pointu à la porte de peinture-craqué et a commencé au pouce en arrière, ses yeux larges avec la peur. “Cela l’est.”

Juste alors, le gémissement mince d’une femme a cassé l’air et je ne pourrais pas attendre plus long. J’ai cassé la porte en bas, mon fusil a entraîné sur quoi qu’il a trouvé et arrêté mort dans mes pistes. Mon Fyona charmant était nu, pendu par ses poignets par-dessus un stanchion en bois. Sa peau sombre a montré de la preuve d’un battement, une marques de bleu se présentant par le marron et ses joues étaient mouillées avec les pistes de déchirure. Ses yeux ont balayé par-dessus nous, connecté avec le mien, a détourné les yeux alors dans l’honte. Mykal était nullepart être vu. Le pistolet pointu à nous, Ronnie a souri.

“Ne pas se déplacer!”

“Ah, voici votre nouvel amant, Fy.” Ronnie a souri, son tourner de corps de prison-aiguisé vers nous. “Pete, n’est-ce pas?” Il a souri et a pincé son sein, dessinant un cri de douleur d’elle. Mon wrenched d’estomac dans les noeuds. “Et il sera obligé à joindre ici le parti.”

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Traduction d’une histoire de Jessiebnh.

Ce récit est une FICTION contenant chantage, contraintes et humiliations. Ne continuez pas à lire si vous n’aimez pas.

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Le soir venu, ma tête tournait encore. Mike était dans le salon où il faisait sombre. Seule la lumière de l’écran du téléviseur éclairait son visage. Il était à moitié endormi sur le canapé en train de regarder une émission sans intérêt.

– Mon chéri, je vais au supermarché tant qu’il n’y a pas trop de monde. Je n’y ai pas été cette semaine

– Ahhh… ok Jess… Fais attention! Répondit Mike en levant les yeux sur moi un court instant avant de retourner sur le téléviseur.

« Bon, il ne va pas me manquer » pensai-je en enfilant un jean et un tee-shirt sans mettre de soutien-gorge.

J’attrapai mon sac et je sautai dans ma voiture. Je commençai à réfléchir à ce que je faisais et comment c’était fou. Et je commençai à sentir ma chatte. Pas avec mes mains! Je remarquai que j’avais un sexe! Je ne pus me rappeler la dernière fois où j’avais eu cette sensation. Des fourmillements emplissaient ma chatte et elle me picotait avec enthousiasme. Plutôt que d’avoir peur ou dégoûtée de ce que j’étais en train de faire, je me sentis euphorique et sexy.

Je dois admettre que je roulais un peu trop vite pour arriver à la maison de Glen. Mais je voulais y arriver vite afin de revenir aussi vite pour que mon mari ne s’inquiète pas de mon absence. Alors que je me garai, je remarquai qu’il y avait deux autres voitures devant la maison. Je commençai à trembler d’excitation et je dus me calmer.

Quand j’arrivai à la porte je me figeai. Devant, se trouvait Paul JANKE, un de mes étudiants de l’année dernière. Il dit :

– Eh bien, eh bien, Madame B., venez, nous vous attendions.

Mon cœur battit plus fort et ma gorge s’assécha. Mais je rassemblai mon courage et je dis :

– Bonjour Paul! Comment allez-vous? Vous êtes à l’université maintenant non?

Le garçon mit un bras autour de moi et me regarda dans les yeux. Maintenant, je sentis vraiment ma chatte.

– Vous êtes une poule sexy Mme B. J’ai rêvé de cette nuit tout au long de vos cours.

Après ces paroles, il m’embrassa passionnément. Je sentis sa langue envahir ma bouche. Ma chatte s’humidifia et je fus gênée de dégouliner comme une chienne en chaleur. Puis j’entendis la voix de Glen :

– Eh oh doucement tous les deux. Nous avons un programme chargé ce soir.

Paul me relâcha lentement et me remit à Glen.

– Tu es prête? Me demanda-t-il.

Ce ne fut pas vraiment une question étant donné que j’étais là. Mais je secouai la tête et Glen me conduisit dans son salon.

– Ce soir nous allons t’apprendre à devenir la meilleure suceuse de la région. As-tu déjà sucé des bites?

Je secouai la tête. Glen se mit à rire.

– C’est ce que je pensais! C’est bien, parce que ce soir tu vas vraiment apprendre à sucer de la queue. Et quand bursa escort nous l’aurons fait, ton mari sera fier de toi.

Je pus entendre trois ou quatre garçons rire. Mais je n’eus pas le courage de regarder autour de moi pour voir qui ils étaient.

– Nous avons environ un mètre de bonne bite de la région pour toi ce soir.

Il appuya sur mes épaules pour me mettre à genoux au milieu du salon sur le plancher. Puis il se tourna vers Paul et lui dit :

– Paul, tu es un vrai bâtard. Viens là, tu seras le premier.

Le garçon s’approcha et se positionna de telle façon que son entrejambe se trouve devant mon visage. J’étais agenouillée devant lui comme un agneau que l’on mène à l’abattoir.

– Sors sa queue et commence à le sucer salope! Ordonna Glen d’une voix autoritaire.

J’ouvris la braguette de Paul et j’allai pécher sa queue. Je vis ses poils pubiens rouge vif et je remarquai que sa bite était toute rose. Sa bite n’était pas aussi longue que celle de mon mari et sûrement pas plus grosse que celle de Glen. Doucement, je commençai à sucer le membre de Paul. Je le sentis grossir dans ma bouche. Le monde se referma sur moi. Il me sembla qu’il n’y avait plus que moi et cette queue dans ma bouche. Je fermai les yeux et je fis de mon mieux pour bien sucer.

Pendant que je m’activai sur la bite de Paul, je sentis deux mains se poser sur ma tête. C’était Glen. Ses lèvres se trouvaient juste à côté de mon oreille. Mais j’étais dans un autre monde.

– C’est bien petite chienne suceuse de bites, mets bien cette queue dans ta bouche. Ronronna-t-il dans mon oreille.

– Enfonce la bien et déglutis pour que le gland s’adapte à ta gorge. Ajouta-t-il.

J’essayai de suivre ses instructions. La tête de la bite de Paul était juste assez petite pour entrer dans ma gorge si j’ouvrais bien la bouche et poussais ma tête dans ses poils pubiens. Je sentis les poils roux chatouiller mon nez tandis que les fortes mains de Glen poussaient ma tête vers le bas sur la bite.

La queue de Paul était maintenant complètement fichée au fond de ma gorge. Je commençai d’essayer de déglutir et j’entendis le jeune garçon gémir. Puis, soudain, je sentis un flux chaud de sperme envahir ma gorge. Je ne pouvais rien faire, je ne pouvais pas goûter ce sperme. D’une certaine façon je me sentis trompée. Puis je commençai à étouffer et je toussai. Sa dernière giclée de sperme fut dans ma bouche et sur ma lèvre supérieure.

Glen racla la substance avec son doigt et la déposa dans ma bouche. Je la pris comme j’aurais pris de la crème chantilly.

– Au prochain! Dit Glen.

Paul se déplaça et une autre bite prit sa place. Celle-ci était longue et mince. Je rigolai presque en voyant cette queue si mince. Je ne m’intéressai pas au garçon qui possédait ce pénis. J’étais trop fascinée par les veines, le gland et l’odeur de l’engin. Son propriétaire frotta sa queue contre ma joue, sur mes lèvres. Il jouait avec bursa escort bayan moi, il me taquinait. J’ouvris ma bouche et fermai les yeux. Encore une fois, je fus seule dans mon monde. J’entendis le garçon crier alors que je le suçai vigoureusement et que je léchai sa bite. Ma seule pensée était de savoir quel goût aurait son sperme lorsque que je l’aurais fait jouir. J’étais mortifiée de penser que tous ces jeunes garçons avaient probablement été mes élèves.

Je réalisai que je voulais être la meilleure suceuse de bites que connaîtraient jamais ces jeunes. Je sais que c’était obscène, mais je voulais que Glen soit fier de moi devant ses amis, quel qu’ils soient.

La bite mince commença à gicler dans ma bouche. Glen me demanda de garder la semence à l’intérieur de la bouche et de ne rien avaler. Je lui obéis. Puis il me dit d’ouvrir la bouche afin que tout le monde voie le foutre de son ami. Je fermai les yeux et montrai ma bouche remplie à la salle pleine de jeunes hommes ricanant.

– Avale salope! Commanda Glen.

Un grognement collectif s’éleva dans la pièce. Alors que j’avalai, j’entendis un garçon s’exclamer :

– Quelle salope!

Cela fit rire les autres, mais je ne fus pas offusquée. Au contraire, je me sentis fière d’être la salope de Glen et fière d’être désirée par tous ces jeunes.

Cela recommença quatre ou cinq fois, j’avais perdu le compte. J’étais dans mon univers avec chaque bite. Tous les gars devaient être assez jeunes et inexpérimentés parce qu’ils éjaculèrent tous après une ou deux minutes de fellation. Je pouvais sentir la pièce se vider au fur et à mesure qu’ils se libéraient dans ma bouche. Bientôt, il ne resta que Glen et moi dans le salon de ses parents.

Le garçon était toujours derrière moi, ses lèvres près de mon oreille. Je sentais le chaume de sa barbe contre ma joue. Quelqu’un avait levé mon débardeur et mes seins étaient dans les mains de Glen. Il les tripotait sans vergogne. Le sperme que je n’avais pas pu avaler et qui était tombé sur ma poitrine refroidissait.

– Tu es une vraie salope avaleuse de sperme Jessie. Murmura Glen à mon oreille.

Tout d’un coup je me sentis horriblement gênée. Je voulais essuyer le sperme sur ma poitrine, mes lèvres et mes joues comme si ça pouvait cacher à Glen ce que je venais de faire.

Je sentis ses lèvres sur ma joue. J’ouvris la bouche et il commença à m’embrasser passionnément. Nous partageâmes le sperme que les garçons avaient laissé sur mon visage et mes lèvres. Puis Glen tira fort sur mes mamelons, tirant mes seins vers le bas tout en m’embrassant. Mon Dieu, je n’avais jamais été embrassée de cette façon! Ma chatte était en feu. Je pensai que si quelqu’un avait soufflé dessus, j’aurais eu un orgasme gigantesque.

Puis le jeune garçon fut devant moi. Il me regarda tout en ouvrant sa braguette et il murmura :

– Es-tu prête pour le sexe d’un homme?

– Oui, donne-moi ta bite. Je escort bursa veux ta bite. Donne-moi ta putain de bite!

Je m’entendis dire ces mots. Qu’avais-je dit? Est-ce moi qui avait demandé à cet homme qui n’est pas mon mari de baiser ma bouche avec sa bite? J’avais l’impression d’être sortie de mon corps. Je vivais l’instant sans penser aux conséquences.

La queue de Glen fut la plus grosse que j’ai eu dans la bouche. On aurait dit un gros gode en caoutchouc. Le garçon ne fut pas doux. Il commença à bouger ses hanches pour baiser ma bouche comme si c’était une chatte. Je me rappelai la leçon. J’essayai d’ouvrir ma gorge et d’avaler autant que possible. Je sentis ses mains se poser derrière ma tête. Il enfonça sa queue au fond de ma gorge. Mes yeux étaient fermés, j’étais dans un autre monde. Je pouvais entendre les bruits obscènes que faisait sa queue en entrant et sortant de ma bouche.

Il viola ma gorge. Je n’avais jamais été traitée comme ça auparavant. J’adorai. Je commençai à sentir un orgasme se former au sein de mon entre. J’allais jouir alors qu’un homme me baisait le visage, je n’arrivai pas à le croire. Je commençai à trembler. Je gémis autour de la queue de Glen qui se raidit de plus en plus. Puis je le sentis éjaculer une grosse quantité d sperme dans ma gorge et ma bouche. J’étais tellement excitée que je jouis aussi. Je me souviens avoir pensé que le foutre de Glen était l’élixir des Dieux et que je ne devais pas en laisser échapper une goutte. J’étais vraiment dans un autre monde.

La prochaine chose dont je me rappelais, fut que j’étais dans ma voiture, roulant vers ma maison. J’étais toujours désorientée. Je baissai les yeux et je vis que mon chemisier était encore ouvert et mes seins couverts de sperme encore exposés. Je commençai à reprendre le contrôle de mes sens. Je pensais qu’il fallait que j’aille au supermarché pour acheter quelque chose et rentrer le plus vite possible.

Je me garai sur le parking du supermarché et je boutonnai en hâte mon chemisier. Je n’avais pas le temps d’essuyer le sperme sur mes seins. La plus grande partie avait séché d’ailleurs. Dans le magasin, j’attrapai quelques articles, je payai, repris ma voiture et je retournai à la maison le plus vite possible.

Quand j’ouvris la porte, je me rendis compte que le téléviseur était éteint. Mon cœur se mit à battre plus fort. Évidemment, mon mari Mike était déjà couché. Je ne voulus pas prendre une douche, ça aurait paru suspect. Donc j’entrai dans la salle de bain et j’essayai de me nettoyer le mieux possible avec une serviette humide. J’avais eu peur pour rien car quand je me glissai dans le lit, Mike était complètement endormi et ronflait doucement.

Tout en me couchant à côté de mon mari, je repensai aux événements incroyables de la soirée. Doucement, mes doigts trouvèrent mon clitoris et commencèrent à jouer avec. J’eus un orgasme, les jambes raidies, sans laisser passer le moindre son de mes lèvres. Je jouis dans mon lit, à côté de mon mari, avec la vision de la grosse et belle queue de Glen remplir ma bouche avec des litres de son foutre succulent.

Mais que se passait-il? Qu’allais-je devenir?

A suivre…

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I waited several minutes, and was relieved to hear the truck door open and see Logger climb in. He had a towel in his hand and gave me a giant shit-eating grin when he saw my disheveled state.

“And now you really look like a good whore!” he said without a hint of derision or judgement. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I really did.” I admitted again truthfully. “Those two guys really know how to show a girl a good time!”

“Ready to give another blowjob?” he asked.

I balked. “I am pretty sore, and a really wanted to get cleaned up and take a break…”

Logger pressed. “I have a guy outside who really wants you to blow him while you’re still covered in cum. He’s willing to pay extra.” he added.

I hesitated to deny the request. “Just a blowjob?” I asked for confirmation. “My pussy isn’t up for another cock right now.”

“Just a blowjob.” he answered. “and half of the take is obviously yours.” When I still hesitated, he added “It will certainly help take care of any repair bills for your car…”

While I wasn’t particularly in the mood, that practical argument swayed me. Besides, I thought, what was one more blowjob after everything I’d been through that day. I nodded to Logger.

“Send him in.” I sighed.

“Get on your knees and wait for him like a good whore.” Logger said.

I did was I was told, sliding down onto the floor into a kneeling position. I sat back on my heels, and clasped my hands behind me, thrusting my cum-coated chest forward. I mustered as much dignity as a woman covered in semen can, and awaited my latest gentleman caller.

A large man with broad shoulders and a square jaw stepped into the truck, pausing as he saw me. Rare for this part of Canada, he appeared to be of South Asian descent. She stared at me, wide-eyed, taking in every filthy detail of my surroundings. No doubt he noticed not just the smears of cum all over my face and body, but the lurid smell of sex that permeated the sleeper cab. He walked towards me slowly, undoing his belt buckle as he did. He didn’t speak – that didn’t seem to be part of the fantasy he now played out. I sensed that he wanted me to be an object, more than a person. The actualization of some fantasy slut of his dreams.

I opened my mouth, letting both my jaw and my thick lower lip hang loose, inviting penetration. He dropped his pants to the floor, belt making a harsh metallic clank. I kept my hand behind me üsküdar escort and stayed still as he pressed his boxer-brief clad package against my face. I could feel his fully erect bulge through the fabric as he rubbed it on me, wiping the cum from my face with his crotch. I could smell him through his underwear – a slight tinge of curry, but clean and not unpleasant.

He pulled down his waistband, revealing a thick uncircumcised cock the colour of dark chocolate. It was darker than the rest of him, with a patch of closely trimmed coarse black hair. He stroked it a few times, pulling back his foreskin and rubbing the revealed dark pink head on my limp lower lip. Still I remained stationary, merely looking up at him with my deep brown eyes. He pushed his head inside my mouth slowly, as if testing the temperature of a hot bath. I heard him groan as he felt the warm moisture of my mouth on him. I suckled lightly, reacting as if by Pavlovian response rather than conscious thought. He ran his hands through my hair, caressing me and telling me how good my mouth felt.

“It’s been so long since I felt lips wrapped around my cock.” he said with a noticeable British accent.

I stayed silent – not that I had many options with a mouth full of dick – and held eye contact, content to work his cock head with suction and my tongue. He, in turn, seemed content to revel in the feeling, throwing his head back occasionally in ecstasy. Finally he looked down into my eyes and spoke once more.

“Are you ready to have your mouth fucked?” he asked.

I nodded slightly and opened wide like a snake preparing to swallow its prey. He ran his fingers through my hair and then interlocked them behind my head – his hand entwined with my dark brown locks in a vice-like grip. I shifted the own grip with my hands behind my back in anticipation. He didn’t make me wait long. Looking down and shifting the angle of his hips until the head of his cock was in my mouth again, he slowly pushed himself as deep as he could go, until my nose was pressing into his pubic hair. I gagged very lightly as the tip of his head entered my throat. The sensation of my gag seemed to make him grow bigger, so that the entire head them lodged in my airway. He pulled back smoothly so that just the head remained in my mouth before plunging deep and starting a rhythmic pumping of my mouth.

He didn’t yenibosna escort rush at all, despite it being so long since his last blowjob. Instead, he seemed intent on savouring every moment as he fucked my throat with slow, deep strokes. He was clearly going for depth, rather than speed, burying himself down my throat and pausing there for a moment on each thrust. I swept my tongue from side to side under his shaft, increasing the sensation as he fucked my mouth. His hands interwoven in my hair, he held me perfectly still that that in essence he was fucking a stationary object, more than a person. He did, however, keep telling me so good it felt, and how sexy I looked while having my face fucked like a good little whore. He paused briefly, and used his hands to slap and rub himself all over my tits, smearing the drying cum into my skin. He then pushed himself back into my mouth so that I could taste the congealed semen of another man on his cock. I gagged slightly at the thought but remained still, moaning as he plunged my throat.

He pulled out again, his entire manhood now covered in sloppy wet saliva. As he had before while in his underwear, he pulled my head against his crotch, rubbing and smearing himself all over me. Instead of cleaning me up, this time it had the effect of covering my face in a sheen of spit. I gobbled and sucked at his balls as they pressed against my lips, and he paused there, standing on his toes as I craned my neck upwards to get a better angle to suck and slather his testicles. They hung down into my mouth and I sucked one, the other, and then both into my ravenous mouth. In the meantime, he used his hands to rub his dark cock onto my nose and forehead, smearing precum into my eyebrows.

Pausing again, he reached down and gently tilted my chin up to meet my gaze. “You look stunning.” he said sincerely.

I looked like a mess. I could feel the spit all over my face, and running down my chest. I smiled up at him. “Where do you want to cum?” I asked.

He held eye contact as if looking into my soul. “I want you to kneel low, open wide, and catch as much as you can.” he answered, voice wavering. “But first I want to fuck your throat again.”

I smiled again and opened wider this time, sticking my tongue out as he entered me. I gripped my head once more, and drove his cock home, harder and faster than before. zeytinburnu escort His balls slapped against my outstretched tongue as he ravaged my throat, gagging me over and over. With my mouth still open, the sounds we louder and move obvious, filling the cab with the sounds of his cock squelching in my throat.

*GLUG GLUG GULCK GUK GUK*

I gagged and saliva poured from my mouth down my handing tongue. I felt his balls slap higher on my chin and tongue, growing tight in their sack.

*GLAK GAK GAK GAK*

The sound changed slightly as I shifted the angle of my throat. His hands trembled behind my head and his breathing became ragged. I finally removed my hands from behind my back, reaching up to cup his hips, pulling him into me and pushing my throat against him hard. I held him there, hugging his hips to me, working my throat muscles and gagging on his cock head.

*HUUUUNNNGH ULLLLGH*

I gagged so hard it sounded like I was vomiting. He yelled out with pleasure and pulled back. “I’m going to cum you perfect slut! I’m going to cum!” he warned.

I reached up, seizing his throbbing cock from his hands. I sat low on my heels and opened my mouth as wide as possibly could, moving it two inches from the tip of his head. I stroked him very, very slowly, with an extremely tight grip. This seemed to extend his time on the brink for long moments before he let out an earth-shattering cry. I did my best to point him at my open mouth as he exploded a first powerful jet of cum. My aim was off, and it ricocheted off my cheek, over my left eye, and into my hair. I adjusted and his second blast hit me directly in the uvula, making me gag, but I held my position and caught the next two shots on my outstretched tongue. His cum ran down my tongue and splattered wetly onto my tits as I continued to stroke him off. Several more shots followed, landing on my nose and chin until I leaned in to catch the rest in my mouth. Withdrawing my tongue, I made a cup with my mouth to capture the rest of his load.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed as I kept stroking. “Holy shit!” he was awestruck.

“Mmmmm.” I moaned with a mouthful of cum. I squeezed out the last drops and smeared them on my lips.

I opened wide again to show him the amount of cum in my mouth. He smiled down at me and caressed my cheek wit his hand, pushing more cum into my mouth. I gagged slightly as I waited there mouth open and cum cooling on my tongue. Finally he told me to swallow.

“Swallow my cum, little whore. Eat it all.”

And I did. I gulped his seed down. Its taste was unique, like nothing I’d tasted before. It was neither bad nor good, just… different. I gagged a little but managed to suppress a cough. I smiled at him and opened wide again.

“All gone.” I bragged with a wink.

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Nervously, I pace back and forth across the hotel room. I have waited for so long for this day, yet I’m terrified now that it’s here. I pause for a moment to check my reflection in the mirror. Short black skirt, no panties…breasts straining against the thin white silk of my blouse, free of a bra. I’m faintly embarrassed by the outline of my nipples, already so hard and showing clearly through the fabric. I followed his instructions to the letter, and can only hope he’s satisfied.

As the time we agreed upon grows closer, doubt begins to fill my mind. What if I’m not what he’s expecting? What if I can’t fulfill his desires the way he has already filled all of mine? “Stop it, Michelle” I say out loud. After wanting him for so long, and needing so badly to submit completely to him, I can’t let my fears stop me now.

I gasp as I hear the key turn in the door. I quickly move to the door to take his jacket and briefcase for him. I can feel his eyes burning into me as I bend to set his briefcase in the closet. In the next second, I am on my knees as he looms behind me. His hands run through my hair as he holds me to him, and I can feel his cock already growing in his jeans.

“Ah, my good little cumslut, are you ready to hand yourself over to me?”

“Yes, Master,” I reply, “I am yours to do with as you please.” I feel a calmness settle over me, and know that I’ve made the right decision.

Slowly, he turns me to face him. God, I want so badly to rip his clothes off now and take him in my mouth, my pussy, my ass…to feel his cum on my body would be sheer heaven! But I know I must wait for it, so instead I bow my head, trembling at the thought of what’s to come. Slowly, he unzips his jeans and slides them over his hips. “Look, Michelle. Look at what your Master will give you if you’re a good girl.” I raise my eyes and a moan escapes me as I see his cock for the first time. Veins are throbbing tuzla escort all along its length, and I close my eyes to imagine how it will feel in my pussy.

I’m brought back to reality by the sharp slap of his cock across my cheek. “Did I give you permission to close your eyes? Were you supposed to be daydreaming, girl?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I reply. “Please forgive my moment of weakness.” In reply, you draw my head to you. I open my mouth and before I have a chance to react, your cock is buried deep in my mouth, and I can feel my throat opening to make room. You wrap your fingers in my hair and begin a slow, leisurely thrusting. All I can think of is how good you taste, and how right this feels.

You begin pumping harder and faster, telling me what a good girl I am to swallow you so well. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper, until I feel a heat building…my pussy is drenched, and my legs begin to shake. You notice too, and suddenly you stop. “Did I give you permission to cum, girl?” I slowly shake my head with tears streaming from my eyes, both from the enormous cock in my throat and the need to cum.

You pull out of my mouth, and keeping your hands wrapped in my hair, pull me to my feet and to the bed. I find myself thrown on the bed on my hands and knees, and quickly drop to my elbows, head between them, in the submissive pose I know you like so much. You grab my hips and pull me back to the edge of the bed. I stifle a scream as you run your fingers down my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how wet I am.

As you stroke my pussy, you warn me. “No noises, little one, or I will stop. If you cum before I allow you to, your fun is over. I will take my things and leave, and you will never hear from me again.” I quietly answer, “Yes, Master, this girl will do her best, Sir.”

Without warning, you plunge two fingers into ucuz escort my pussy. The shock of it almost makes me cry out, but I bite my lip so hard it bleeds. Working your fingers in and out of me, you sigh with pleasure that I am as tight as you hoped. You slowly withdraw your soaked fingers and tell me that you’d like to see how well my virgin ass can take them. I’m petrified, yet I nod, being careful to not make a sound.

The pleasure is almost more than I can bear when you slowly rim my ass with your fingers. The pleasure turns to pain as you insert both fingers at once into my tight ass. With the fingers of your other hand, you stroke my clit until I relax, and I begin to forget everything except the amazing sensation of your hands on my body. With two fingers of each hand, you fuck my ass and my pussy. I can almost feel your fingers touching as you ream me harder and harder…it is so hard to keep quiet!

Finally, just as I think I can’t take it anymore, you stop. I think I’m getting a break, but I couldn’t be more wrong. You step closer to me and say, “I can’t decide…will I fuck your pussy or your ass?” You rub your cock along the slit of my pussy, and I can’t help but lean back to try and take you inside of me.

SLAP! Tears spring to my eyes as I feel the heat of your palm coming down on my ass. “girl, you do not get to choose. you are not to move unless I say, understood?” I nod yes, tears again streaming from my eyes. This may be more than I can handle…I have never given up control like this before. More decidedly now, you move the head of your cock to my ass, and push ever so slightly against the tight hole. Just as I think you’ve made your decision, you slide back to my pussy. Back and forth you continue, making me insane with desire, but knowing I am helpless to make any movement or noise.

At last, you bring your ümraniye escort well lubed cock back to my ass. I tremble with fear, afraid of the pain and unknown that comes with my first ass-fucking. “Don’t worry, my little girl. I won’t hurt you,” you say. Slowly, ever so slowly, you push the head of your cock against my ass. I can feel myself opening to you as you slip the tip of your cock into me. With a soft pop, the head enters me, and you slowly begin to pump into me, little by little. Finally I am accustomed to this new feeling of fullness and begin to move with you. You move a little faster, grabbing my hips to pull me farther and farther onto your throbbing cock. Harder now, you pump into me as I moan inwardly, being careful to make no noise.

My head is exploding when you finally give me permission to cum, as long as I am quiet. Straining to impale myself on you, I feel myself let loose as my legs begin to shake uncontrollably…my legs and your balls are soaked with my cum as I spurt in the most intense orgasm I have ever had. At the same time, I feel you growing and throbbing in my ass and hear your breath becoming more and more ragged. With one final thrust, you grab my hair and pull me upward against you. You kiss and bite my neck as you give me the best reward ever-hot, ropy, streams of cum shoot into my ass.

Exhausted, you collapse onto me as we fall forward onto the bed. I lay with your weight on top of me, smiling with the pleasure of knowing that I’ve satisfied you.

“you are a very good girl, Michelle. I may use you again,” you say. I lower my eyes and answer “Yes, Master. This girl would like very much to be used in any manner you see fit, whenever you desire my company.”

After a short rest, you raise your body off of mine. I hide my disappointment as you shower, then dress to leave. After I shower and dress as well, you pull me to you for one final kiss. I watch you pick up your cell phone and bag, and as you walk down the hall, I hear you say “I’m on my way home, honey. I’ll pick up pizza on the way.”

I sigh, knowing that this dream of mine can never be a reality. I pick up my keys and purse, and head home to my family, knowing that I will always have the memory of this amazing forbidden day.

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Greg wondered if he had made a wise decision about joining the friends of his cousin Rachel for a hike in the mountains, as he stumbled across the trail that had been washed out by the recent heavy rains in Southern California. He had arrived the night before at his cousin’s home in Capistrano Beach after completing his week-long assignment in La Jolla, near San Diego. He realized that he had allowed himself to be dragged into this adventure out of guilt, as he had not worked out during the previous week. So he figured he could use this opportunity for some much-needed exercise. Now, after running out of breath and grimacing at the burning feeling in his mouth and chest only after a climb of a mile up the canyon, he wondered if he had over-extended himself.

Rachel and her husband Roger had also joined the hiking party, and so Greg really had no choice. He would have preferred to spend his time on the beach and enjoy the nice view of the ocean and the bikini-clad women. His mind kept wandering towards the thoughts of the flesh, as he sweated his way up the road, trying to keep up with the experienced mountain climbers in the party. He trudged on, and soon they were at the 2-Mile marker for a much-needed refreshment break.

Roger and another couple decided that they had had enough, and turned back. Greg was tempted to return with them, but Rachel told him that she wanted to go on a bit further, and would return after another mile or so. Greg decided to keep her company, and they climbed on. But he was tired, and his legs began to hurt. He had suffered from leg cramps for a long time, and now he was beginning to feel the end of his stamina.

He told others to go on, and told them that he would wait for them at that spot. After a few minutes, he wandered up the path around the hairpin curve. A few hundred feet ahead, he found a clearing in the forest on the hillside where a narrow trail led to the dense bushes and exotic trees dotting the rocky landscape. Greg made his way up the trail and entered the dense growth to a breathtaking view of the valley on the other side. The hillside dropped several hundred feet into the dense, tree-covered slope and he could see the shimmering stream in the floor of the valley below. He could also hear the sound of the waterfall in the distance.

The sun had come up considerably by now. Greg looked at his watch. It was close to noon. He looked up, and was greeted by gentle, white clouds drifting in the easterly direction. The wind picked up slightly, and he could smell the exotic smells of the wildflowers around him. Bees, bugs of all kinds and birds flew all around him, making buzzing and chirping sounds. Greg stepped closer to the edge, and found a precarious trail, leading along the edge to what appeared to be an open spot a couple of hundred feet ahead. Thinking that he might be able to get a better view of the lush valley and the distant Pacific Ocean on a remarkably clear blue sky, he gingerly made his way along the narrow path.

As he neared the clearing, which was well hidden from view by dense bush and trees, he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a red blanket. He heard a giggling feminine sound, followed by a male laughter. Suddenly aware that he might be invading the privacy of some couple, Greg paused, and waited for some indication that it would be okay to proceed. After all, the couple might just be having a picnic.

He heard the laughter of the woman again and then the unmistakable sign of moaning, which could mean only one thing. The couple was engaged in some kind of intimacy. Greg strained his ears to catch a hint of what might be going on, but the wind was blowing in the opposite direction. He became curious, and began making his way towards the bush. He planned to steal a peek at the couple from the safety of the bush, and ascertain the status of the situation, before making his appearance known to them.

As he crouched behind the bush, he heard more sounds and then the flashing of the woman’s leg. He could see the glint of silver from the anklet she was wearing, and the position of the leg clearly suggested that she was lying on the ground with her legs up in the air. Greg found himself reacting to the titillating sight. He shifted slightly to get a better view. Soon he was staring at the most erotic sight in his life.

The young brunette was lying naked on the red blanket, with her lover poised over her. From the side, Greg could see his muscular torso, and his very erect penis aimed at the dark bush between the woman’s open legs. The man plunged with precision, and Greg watched in awe as the glistening organ deftly disappeared in the pink opening. He was barely fifty feet away from the copulating couple, and was becoming painfully aware of the pressure exerted by the rapidly growing erection in his shorts. He shifted again to ease the urgent pressure in his loins, but as he did so, the twigs under his feet broke, making a loud snapping sound. The man on the other side of the bush froze tesettürlü escort in his downward plunge, his head turning sharply in Greg’s direction. Greg cursed under his breath, and crouched lower to avoid detection.

The woman clasped her lover’s hips and heaved up at the same time, moaning with desire. “Don’t stop, Mike. I am so close. Don’t pay attention to the noise. May be a squirrel or something.”

The man turned his attention back to the woman lying under him, and resumed his lovemaking. She pulled him down on top of him, kissing him with passion, as their bodies undulated in the tight sexual embrace. Greg could not see too well from his position, but could hear the passionate sounds coming from the woman. He could sense her imminent orgasm, and it excited him to the point of wanting to run out into the clearing to watch them openly. He slowly crawled away from the hiding spot, and stood up. His organ was painfully stiff and pushing against the material of the shorts.

Greg looked around quickly, and then pulled his shorts down. His erect cock sprang up liked a coiled spring, slapping against his belly. He stripped completely, leaving only his socks and shoes, and began walking toward the clearing. He stepped carefully around the bush separating him from the couple and stood watching them. He now had a clear view of Mike’s back as he continued to ram the woman.

The woman, whose name he had not yet heard, was frantically heaving and pushing against the stiff cock of her lover plunging into her very moist pussy, trying reach her orgasm. Greg could see the tension in her face, and the desperation in her movements, as Mike continued to ram his cock in her. He seemed more relaxed, as if he had yet to reach his orgasm. Greg’s cock twitched at the incredibly erotic sight, and he had to fight the urge to stroke himself. He wanted to enjoy the eroticism of the moment without any additional stimulation.

The woman let out a deep moan, and flung her head from side to side as her orgasm approached. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and thrust her hips up against her lover’s cock. Mike arched his back to meet her thrusts, grabbing her knees and spreading them further so as to bury himself deeper. His orgasm was also getting closer, and he wanted to flood her womb at the same time that she climaxed. The woman screamed as his cock plunged into her passage, and she opened her eyes. They were full of lust and passion, and her vision was almost blurred. But she sensed that they had company. She suddenly stopped moving, and looked at Greg. Her mouth opened in disbelief. Her first impulse was to push Mike off and scream, but then she saw the very erect organ jutting straight out from Greg’s hairy bush. Suddenly she smiled and licked her lips, looking squarely at Greg.

Greg smiled back, and gave her a thumbs-up sign. The woman returned her attention to her lover, and grabbed his buttocks. With a load moan, she thrashed her pussy against his cock, and arched her back. Mike plunged in with a loud grunt, shuddering as his orgasm flooded her. He gave a few rapid thrusts trying to prolong his orgasm, and the woman ground her pussy against his shaft, moaning with abandon, knowing that she was putting on a great show for the intruder.

After a few frantic gyrations, she stopped and pulled her lover down. Mike had still not seen Greg. She whispered something in Mike’s ears, and his head sharply jerked towards Greg. He tried to pull himself out his lover’s grip, but she held him down, and said, “Let him watch, Mike. I think he is enjoying it. Look at his cock. Isn’t is beautiful?”

“Cut it out, Karen,” Mike said, his voice showing a trace of anger at the intrusion. He pulled his shrinking organ out of her, and stood up. Facing Greg, he demanded, “How long have you been standing here watching us?”

“Not very long. You two were just beautiful together. I am Greg.”

“I’m Mike, and this is Karen. What are you doing here?”

“I was with some friends who are hiking up the mountain. I didn’t want to climb all the way, so I stopped. I was just wandering around when I heard the sounds from here. So I came closer to investigate. I didn’t expect this.”

Karen had gotten up in the meanwhile, and she walked over to Greg, oblivious of her nakedness.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes, of course. Thanks. I am glad you did not stop or scream when you saw me. You have a great body.”

“So do you, Greg. Doesn’t he, Mike?”

“Yeah. Do you work out?”

“Not really.”

“You have a nice cock, Greg,” Karen said, reaching out to touch him. Greg’s erection had partially subsided, but it twitched as soon as Karen’s fingers encircled his shaft, her long fingernails brushing the sensitive tip

“You like it, don’t you?” she said, smiling at him. Greg looked at Mike, wondering what to do about her blatant flirting right under the nose of her lover.

“Oh, türbanlı escort don’t mind him. Mike knows how I feel about relationships. We are both swingers.”

“Yeah. Don’t be embarrassed, Greg,” Mike said, coming over to shake his hand. Greg nodded, and shook his hand. Turning to Karen, he said with a smile, “You already did a handshake with me. Now I’ll do the same with you, if you don’t mind.”

With that comment, Greg reached out with both hands and squeezed her breasts, nodding appreciatively as he felt their firmness. He smiled as her nipples responded immediately to his touch, hardening against his palms.

“Seems you like it, too. Now we are even.”

Karen took his hands and pushed them down to her waist. She pulled herself into him, and said, “Aren’t you going to give me a thank you kiss for the show?”

Greg laughed and looked at Mike. Mike just nodded, smiling broadly. He knew Karen well. She was insatiable, and always ready for new adventures. She was clearly attracted to Greg, and was actually quite aroused by being discovered. Greg pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. Karen opened her mouth, and soon they were locked in a deep, probing kiss. Karen put her hands on his buttocks and ground her pelvis into him as she clung to him, her lips locked firmly on his. Greg reached up to grab her breasts, and squeezed them hard, crushing the succulent flesh between his fingers. Karen shifted her legs slightly to accommodate his growing erection, and moaned loudly as the tip brushed her inflamed clitoris.

She broke the kiss, and fell to the ground, kneeling before him. She turned to look at Mike, and smiled at him. “I want to suck him, Mike.”

“Go for it, sweetheart. I want to watch this.”

Karen immediately opened her mouth and engulfed Greg’s throbbing erection in one plunging motion. She immediately gagged as the tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled out, and gasped, “Wow. Your cock is so long. I am going to enjoy this.”

She began sucking his cock in earnest, cupping and caressing his balls as she gently chewed on the red tip. After several deep throat motions, she looked up at Greg, and asked, “Are you enjoying it?”

Greg nodded, and said, “We’ll be more comfortable on the blanket. I want to eat your cunt.”

“Gladly,” Karen jumped up, and led him by the cock to the blanket. “I like it when you use vulgar words. Say it again.”

“I want to eat your juicy, fucking cunt. How’s that?”

“Fucking sexy. Come, and eat me, you fucking cock. I am your cock sucker.”

They fell to the blanket and assumed the 69 position. Karen rolled on top of Greg, and began assaulting his cock with animal lust. Greg had a big cock, and with the highly erotic situation, it had grown even bigger. He thought it was at least 8 inches long and had become thickly engorged with the blood of animal passion.

He stared for a moment at the beautifully framed pussy lips of the woman lying on top of him, her glistening wet pubic hair lining the triangular love lips. He could see the gently throbbing clitoris and the dripping wet passage of her vagina, beckoning him to enter with lust. He clamped his lips over the opening and began sucking her juices. He could taste Mike’s semen, which had been deposited in her cunt a few minutes earlier. Karen moaned loudly, pressing her cunt into his face, almost smothering him. He grabbed her at the waist and raised her slightly into a more comfortable position, and resumed his oral assault.

Mike had been watching this scene all this time, enjoying the embrace of the beautiful, naked bodies before him. He had climaxed powerfully only a few minutes earlier, but found to his astonishment that he was getting hard again. He began stroking his rapidly enlarging cock, and walked over to Karen. He nudged her buttocks with his cock, leaning over her to grab her breasts.

Karen turned around to look at him.

“I want to fuck you again, Karen.”

“Can’t you wait for a while, Mike? I want to fuck Greg first. You already had your turn.”

“I can’t wait. You two are too damn sexy. We’ll both fuck you at the same time.”

“What? You know I don’t go for anal sex, Mike. You will have to wait.”

Karen rolled off Greg, and stood up, annoyed at the intrusion. She stood before Mike, and said, “Don’t be so selfish and jealous, honey. I love you, but you have to be a gentleman and let me finish with Greg first.”

Greg also got up, and came over to stand next to her. He said, “Listen, you two. Please don’t fight over me. I am an intruder. You take her, Mike. I’ll watch.”

Karen turned to him, and said, “No. I want to fuck you also. Mike is not being fair. Why are you so jealous, Mike?”

“I am not jealous. I am damn horny. Look at his massive cock, Karen. Greg, if I was gay, I’d love to suck you, man. I bet you are one hell of a fucker.”

“Well, how are you going to find tüyap escort out, Mike, if you don’t let him fuck me? Why don’t you watch for a while, and then I’ll fuck you again.” She turned to Greg, and pulled him to the blanket. She stretched out on it, and said, “Come, my lover. Fuck me with that monstrous cock of yours. “

Greg could not believe his luck. He fell on her eagerly, and parted her legs. Karen grabbed his throbbing cock, and guided it to her pussy. She rubbed the tip against her clitoris and on her cunt lips. She was quite wet with desire. Greg looked down at her pink womanhood, glistening in her juices, waiting to be invaded. He lowered himself and watched as the shaft slowly disappeared in her passage. It was tight, but silky smooth. Greg shuddered with delirious pleasure as the tight passage of Karen’s vagina sucked his cock in, massaging the shaft with a maddening intensity. He had never experienced so much carnal pleasure before.

Soon he was plunging with lust he had not known. Karen’s expert manipulation of the cunt muscles, and her loud moaning, which he knew was genuine, brought him quickly to orgasm. With a loud, animal grunt, he plunged down into her and gritted his teeth. He could feel the churning in his balls as the flood of hot semen shot forth and flooded her passage. Karen screamed as the hot jets splashed into her, and she began to buck against the pile-driving cock that repeatedly stabbed her passage with a lustful fury. She came with a fierce intensity that shook her whole body, as she flung herself up against Greg, screaming and crying with lust. He collapsed on top of her, and she clasped her legs around his waist, gripping him into her. They remained locked in that position for several minutes, moaning and enjoying the smaller tremors that raked their bodies.

Mike had been watching the furious lovemaking in awe. His cock had become so rigid that it was hurting him. But he could not get over the hump in his excitement to reach a climax. He needed one badly, and so he approached the copulating couple, and knelt near Karen’s head. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She could not speak, but her eyes revealed the depth of her pleasure. She saw her lover with a fierce erection, and the expression of pain in his face. Her eyes softened.

She pushed Greg gently away and rolled over on her tummy. Her head was in Mike’s lap, and soon he found his erect penis being engulfed in the warm and loving mouth of his woman. He relaxed, and stretched out on the blanket, enjoying the oral stimulation of his organ. Greg sat back and watched them, getting another erection as his eyes feasted on the freshly fucked pussy of the woman.

Karen shifted into a more comfortable position, crouching before Mike as she continued to suck his cock. Her buttocks were thrust up in the air now, giving Greg a perfect view of her glistening pussy, which still throbbed with excitement.

Without a second thought, Greg moved behind her, and positioned himself to mount her. Leaning forward to grab her swinging breasts, he lunged forward with his erect cock, and pushed it in her cunt. Karen gasped in surprise, not expecting him to be ready so soon. But she moaned loudly, and said, “Yes, yes. Fuck me like a bitch that I am. Ram your cock in my bitchy cunt.”

Greg mounted her, and started fucking her with the same frenzy he had experienced earlier. In this position, her cunt passage was even tighter, and he found himself being thoroughly squeezed and milked as his cock slipped in and out of her. He watched her face, gobbling up Mike’s cock with rapid movements and sucking his cock, which had turned into a throbbing mass of red meat. Mike’s eyes were closed, and he was probably unaware of the fact that his girl friend was being fucked in both holes at the same time.

Karen was on fire. She could not control her arousal as two sexy, throbbing cocks filled her completely, driving her to the peak of her orgasm. She cupped Mike’s balls and began milking him with her hands as she braced herself for the assault from Greg’s plunger. She could feel the rising orgasm in Mike’s cock. Delighted, she caressed his balls and rotated her hips to signal to Greg that she was ready. Greg squeezed his leg muscles and he rammed his cock in her, shuddering as he erupted deep inside her. Karen moaned as Greg’s eruption triggered her own orgasm, and she clamped her gums on the tip of Mike’s cock, sending him in a delirious spin as he heaved up to unload a massive amount of white semen in her mouth. She pulled back, letting the erupting cock splash all over her breasts and, at the same time, lowering her hips to dislodge Greg’s cock. He continued to squirt more of his white seed on her back.

Sighing with pleasure, Karen turned over on her back, and pulled her men on top of her. They aimed their cocks at her belly and breasts, and covered her with the sticky semen. Then they fell on top of her, as she opened her arms to embrace them.

Mike kissed her on the lips, and said, “Gosh, Karen. I never came so hard in my life. I didn’t know you loved fucking so much. That was the best blow job you have ever given me.”

“Thanks, honey. I was inspired. I have never been so thoroughly fucked by a man before either. Don’t be mad, but Greg’s cock is just great. It’s like a jackhammer, and he knows how to use it, too.”

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A sliver of sunlight pierced through a small opening in the heavy curtains hanging on Staci’s bedroom window, streaking across the room as I opened my eyes Sunday morning. Staci was snuggled into my side one slender leg draped over my thigh, a tiny delicate hand softly resting on my chest and her head cradled on my shoulder. Her eyes remained closed and her breathing shallow as I stared up at the fancy lace canopy hanging above her bed.

Her petite body fit perfectly into my side, small champagne glass shaped breasts pressing against my naked flesh. The comforter I’d pulled over us before I drifted off to sleep still warmed us, making her body feel even more luscious.

My mind began reviewing the events of Saturday night. I had initially thought Staci to be a reserved conservative woman, but once the passion of our foreplay began she was quickly transformed into a seductive tigress, her incredible body matched equally by her sensuous mind. Unlike her roommate Gina, I knew that Staci wouldn’t be a one-time fuck but rather a woman I hoped to enjoy again and again.

I felt her body snuggle tighter against me as her fingers curled and she lightly scratched my chest with her perfectly manicured nails. “Morning lover.” She whispered.

I turned my face toward hers and replied. “Good morning sexy.”

Her eyes still appeared a little sleepy but sparkled just the same, the irises seemed a more sensual shade of green, the gray highlights disappearing in the brighter light of day.

“I kind of embarrassed myself last night.” Staci mentioned.

“How so?” I asked as I curled my arm and pulled her soft sleek body tighter against me.

Staci grinned then explained. “Watching that couple across the street really turned me on, I went a little wild when you started touching me.”

“That shouldn’t embarrass you, I absolutely loved it.” I replied squeezing her shoulder to emphasize how much I loved her aggressive manner.

“I’m not normally that wild.” She admitted while continuing to scratch lightly across my chest with her fingernails.

I grinned at her then said. “Trust me, I know some pretty wild women and you’re no wilder than most.”

Staci’s smile disappeared and she flattened her hand against my chest as she lifted her head off my shoulder, looked me squarely in the eyes and asked. “You’re involved with other women?”

Having no reason to lie to her I replied. “Yes, I’m seeing several other women.”

I instantly regretted using the word several as the frown that appeared on her face confirmed she had an issue with me seeing other women. Staci rolled away from me and sat up on the edge of the bed. Her sleek naked body slid from under the comforter as she spoke. “I wish you had told me that before we made love last night.”

I hadn’t even thought of telling her I was seeing other women before we began our mutual seduction and tried to explain as I replied. “I’m a 41 year old divorced man, I told you I have no intention of getting married again and I assumed you would have figured that I would be dating other women.”

Staci turned a little toward me so she could see my reaction as she asked. “Do these women know you are seeing others or are you cheating on all of them?”

My ex had cheated on me with several men, and the word cheating offended me a little. I knew my answer to Staci’s question would either salvage our budding relationship or end it just as we started. I hesitated a moment then answered. “They all know and are okay with it. In fact we sometimes spend evenings together.”

“Would you expect me to be a part of a ménage à trios?” Staci asked.

Her question gave me hope that she’d be okay with me dating other women and I quickly replied. “Staci, other than enjoying the time we share together, I have no expectations.”

“Well that’s good to know. Gina once talked me into a threesome with a guy she was dating and I felt like a third wheel the entire time.” Staci admitted.

I stared into her beautiful eyes waiting for her to continue. If she agreed to share me with the others I knew our time together would be one on one, which I was completely happy with.

Staci’s eyes dropped from mine and she hesitated for the longest time before speaking. “I not sure I’m willing to share a man with other women. Every time we’re together I’d feel like we are cheating on them.” Staci said.

“You’d feel that way even if they were aware I was seeing you?” I asked.

Staci returned her eyes to mine as she answered. “Oh god, that would make it even worse, I’m already wondering about whether I’m as good a fuck as them, and I can’t imagine they wouldn’t wonder the same if they knew about me.”

I knew Staci wouldn’t believe me if I told her she was a better fuck than all the rest, and to be quite honest I’ve never really compared them in that way. Every fuck is awesome to me. I still wanted to try and salvage something between Staci and me since I knew there were many sexual buttons still to push şerifali escort on her sleek sensual body. I reached out and gently touched her shoulder as I said. “I really enjoy being with you and hope we can see each other again.”

She moved so my hand slipped from her shoulder and turned more toward me before answering. “I love the way you touch me, the way you kiss me. I love the feel of your cock inside me, in my mouth and the sweet taste of your cum, but I don’t think I can share you with other women.”

I gazed over her lovely petite tits, up to her silky blonde hair and into her sparkling gray green eyes. I knew it would have to be on her terms if our relationship was to continue and offered a suggestion. “I want you to think about it Staci. I promise never to tell anyone about us if you change your mind.”

Staci stood up and began walking toward her closet. I studied her exquisite naked ass for what could possibly be the last time, the unique and colorful tramp stamp inviting my gaze. She slipped into a bathrobe and tied it tightly around her waist.

“I will think about it and promise to tell you what my decision is, but for now I think it best if you leave.” She said as she turned and walked toward the door.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and heard the bathroom door close. When I walked past I could hear Staci sobbing inside. As I collected my clothes and dressed I thought about what she was feeling, I had promised last night to honor the trust she had for me, and now she was crying because she felt I had already broken that trust.

She was still sobbing softly as I lightly knocked on the bathroom door and said. “I’m leaving Staci please forgive me for breaking your trust in me.” Staci didn’t reply and I left without saying another word.

As I waited for enough coffee to brew to fill my mug I wondered if Staci would actually call, or if her silence would serve as an answer to her decision. Only time would provide me with the answer.

The morning sun was beaming onto my balcony as I stepped through the door and went to the railing carrying a mug of hot coffee. I looked toward Kay’s apartment and saw she was standing on her balcony apparently enjoying the crisp morning air while having that first cup of java.

I waved to her and she instantly smiled widely and waved back. I wondered if her black lover was still there, or if she’d dispatched him shortly after he pumped her hot pussy full of thick cum. She was wearing her favorite fluffy bathrobe which was tied tightly around her waist protecting her from the crisp early morning air.

She held her hand up and spread her thumb and pinky finger then moved them to her ear signaling she wanted me to call her. I gave her the okay sign with my hand and turned around to retrieve my cell phone inside.

“Good morning.” Kay answered my call as I stepped to the railing again.

“Morning Kay, did you sleep well?” I replied looking down toward her.

She was looking up at me as she answered. “I slept like a baby and my headache is gone.”

I bit my tongue and didn’t ask if she’d cured her headache with a huge black cock, instead I simply replied. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I’m so excited about going over to Ginger’s later.” Kay said.

I chuckled then answered. “I’m looking forward to it too.”

Kay giggled and offered. “I suspect you’re really going to enjoy yourself today.”

“I’d ask you why, but I think I’d rather be surprised.” I said.

“I know how much you like surprises so I won’t reveal any of our plans for you.” Kay answered.

What Kay didn’t know was that I had a surprise or two planned for her. Somehow during the day I wanted to bring up the fact that I watched as she deep throated a huge black cock last night but in a way that only Kay would know I’d seen it.

“I figure we should leave about eleven thirty.” Kay suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” I replied.

She giggled again then asked. “Did you get plenty of rest last night?”

“Enough.” I replied with one word.

“So I’ll see you later this morning?” Kay asked

“For sure, do you want me to come up?” I asked.

Kay replied. “I’ll be waiting in the lobby for you.”

“Great see you then.” I answered.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Kay said before she disconnected our call.

I puttered around the apartment for a couple hours thinking about the incredible sex I’d shared with Staci as well as what I fully expected to be an awesome afternoon with Ginger and Kay.

About 10:30 I showered and got dressed. I drove to the local Rite-Aid and bought a box of Garcia y Vega Elegantes, a slim six inch long Dominican Republic cigar with a flavorful taste and sweet aroma, before picking Kay up at the Cambridge Arms.

Kay was standing inside the lobby when I double parked outside. She came bounding through the doors as soon as she noticed my car carrying a small overnight silivri escort bag which she tossed in the back seat before sliding into the passenger seat beside me.

I turned and accepted her quick kiss, as she buckled her seat belt I asked. “What’s in the bag?”

She grinned devilishly at me then replied. “It’s a secret.”

As I pulled into the flow of light Sunday traffic I mentioned. “I’m sure glad you got rid of that headache.”

“Me too, nothing like a good night’s sleep.” Kay replied, continuing her lies about how she got over her headache.

As we drove to Ginger’s Kay mentioned that she and Ginger had talked about going antiquing up north one weekend soon. I told her I thought that was a great idea knowing a couple days away would provide me with an opportunity to hook up with Fran or perhaps Staci if she changed her mind about seeing me again.

I’m looking forward to seeing Kayla again.” Kay mentioned.

I glanced toward her and replied. “I hope she’s doing okay.”

“I’m sure she is, Kayla looked pretty good when we first visited her shop.” Kay answered.

“I bet Kim will be happy to see you and Ginger walk into his shop.” I said.

Kay giggled then suggested. “Maybe Ginger and I can double team him and get some goodies at a deep discount.”

“As hot and bothered as he got when you flirted with him I’d suspect he might give you two some freebees.” I said with a chuckle, recalling Kim’s remark that he’d love to see Kay when she’s really turned on and her admission that she told him she wished she was alone so she could do more than show him her tits.

We arrived at Ginger’s a little after twelve, one garage door was open and the bay empty, the black Escalade that was parked there Wednesday was missing. I parked in front of the closed door where that classic T-bird had been parked figuring Mindy had left in the Cadillac and forgotten to push the button on the remote in her car. I grabbed Kay’s bag from the back seat and held her hand as we walked past the open garage door. Ginger’s red Beamer was parked in the other bay confirming her daughter was out and about already today.

Ginger opened the front door as we approached and said. “I’ve been expecting you two.”

Kay smiled as we walked inside and answered. “We’re not late are we?”

“Of course not we have the rest of the day to enjoy ourselves.” Ginger replied.

I smiled as I followed Kay inside then extended my hand toward Ginger as I said. “It’s good to see you Ginger.”

I instantly felt a little silly offering her a handshake when I fully expected to be offering her a rock hard cock later.

Ginger grinned and instead of accepting my hand moved against me and hugged me tightly as she spoke. “It’s really good to see you.” She placed more emphasis on the word you.

Ginger’s hair was teased into a very sexy messy look and her sensuous lipstick was a lovely shade of pink. She was dressed in a black floor length knit dress with short sleeves that hugged her body snuggly. Most would think it a rather mundane dress to entertain guests in until I noticed it was split up both sides to a point at her waist. When she walked the split opened to reveal not only her shapely leg, but also her firm thigh and sexy hip.

“Let me take your coats.” Ginger offered.

Kay slipped out of her coat; besides the short denim skirt she was wearing she had on a rich blue satin blouse that she had left open enough to show off her creamy white cleavage. She had decided to go braless, her already erect nipples poked at the satin fabric.

Ginger hung Kay’s jacket in the foyer closet and I took the liberty to hang my own. As we turned to face Kay, Ginger remarked. “That’s very sexy.”

I smiled at Kay confirming I thought she looked extremely hot today.

“Your dress is pretty sexy too.” I commented as I turned to again check out Ginger’s shapely leg.

Ginger chuckled and replied. “This old rag, I like to wear it when I’m planning on a soak in the hot tub, it’s very easy to slip on and off.” As she started toward the kitchen Ginger asked. “Would anyone like some champagne?”

“I’m gonna leave my bag here.” Kay said as she placed her overnight bag on a chair at the bottom of the curved staircase leading upstairs and followed Ginger and me toward the kitchen.

Ginger had a bottle of champagne on ice and three fluted glasses prepared. Her kitchen looked like something out of a home design magazine, cherry cabinets with brass pulls, black granite countertops and matching black appliances. The floor was done in a very expensive looking ceramic tile. It had clearly been designed by someone who knows their way around a kitchen, every area seem to flow into the next so preparations would move smoothly.

“Allen, can you open this please?” She asked as she slowly stroked the neck of the bottle like it was a cock.

As I began working on the bottle I asked. “Where’s şirinevler escort Mindy today?”

“I don’t really know, she got up early and took off. Hopefully she’ll be out all day.” Ginger answered.

Kay moved beside me and placed her hand in the small of my back then said. “I haven’t eaten anything today; I hope this champagne doesn’t make me tipsy.”

Ginger was standing at the corner of the counter watching and remarked. “I made up a cheese and fruit tray so we’d have something to snack on while we soak in the hot tub.”

I worked the cork slowly out of the bottle wanting to avoid any accidents with a flying chunk of cork or a mess if the bottle fizzed too much. With a resounding pop, the cork came out of the neck but I caught it with my fingers.

“Here we go.” I said holding the open champagne bottle up for them both to see before filling all three glasses and returning it to its icy cradle.

Ginger held her glass up and offered a toast. “Here’s to incredible sex.”

Clinking her glass against Ginger’s Kay said. “Here, here!”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I said as my glass touched theirs and I smiled at Ginger.

“I don’t normally use this during the day, but after a stressful or especially long day at the office I usually relax with a warm soak by candlelight, soft jazz and a glass of wine before heading for bed.” Ginger said as we entered the room.

The midday sun had warmed the floor as well as the air in a room clearly designed for one purpose. A huge eight seat hot tub was sunken into the floor and potted ferns surrounded it on three sides. The hot tub was already turned on and a froth of air bubbles rose to the surface from every jet. Ginger’s snack tray of fruit and cheese sat near one corner of the very inviting tub.

“I like soaking in the nude.” Ginger remarked as she bent down to set her champagne glass down on the edge of the tub.

Ginger straightened up and lifted her knit dress over her head. She was naked in an instant with the exception of her heeled black sandals. Kay quickly followed unbuttoning her satin blouse and letting it slip from her shoulders. Her denim skirt fell to the floor and she kicked it and her pumps toward her blouse then slipped out of her black lace panties.

“Come on Allen, aren’t you going to join us?” Ginger asked as she slipped out of her sandals and I stood there comparing their sexy bodies.

Ginger’s a more petite version of Kay’s, her perfectly shaped B cup tits are decorated with darker nipples than Kay’s whose tits are a full D cup and tipped with pinkish nipples and decorated with a light splattering of sexy freckles, like most true redheads. Kay is slightly taller than Ginger, perhaps by two or three inches but I believe the difference is in her torso because their hips seem to be an equal distance from the floor. They both have incredibly sexy legs, shapely thighs and well defined calves. Kay’s feet are a little larger than Ginger’s but both take the time to add sexy colors to their toenails.

As they joined hands and stepped into the tub Kay looked over her shoulder and said. “Are you gonna stand there and stare all day?”

I didn’t need to be invited again. I placed my champagne glass next to Ginger’s and quickly stripped. I could tell they both were studying my semi erect cock as I stepped into the hot water.

Kay was first to remark. “He’s got such a beautiful cock.”

As I walked down the steps in the hot tub into the hot frothy water, Ginger’s eyes were carefully surveying my cock as she said. “It’s a perfect size, not so big that he’d rip you open, especially if he puts it in your ass, but big enough to fill every nook and cranny and when its completely erect it has a perfect curve to massage my most sensitive spot.”

After getting all the way into the hot tub, I moved across to take a seat between these two sexy vixens facing the doors to the family room. A strong air jet was massaging my back as I stretched my arms behind them both. I placed my champagne glass on the edge behind Kay then placed a hand on each of their shoulders. I pulled them closer to me, the sultry Ginger on my right and the mature tart Kay on my left. Ginger rolled with my hug, her right hand coming to rest on my thigh. Kay slide sideways and place her right hand on the other. Both sexy women teased my thighs with their long fingernails. Enjoying the feeling I said. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Tell us what you want Allen?” Ginger asked.

“Yes we want you to tell us what you want today, tonight and in the future.” Kay added.

I felt like I was seated between two sexual Santa’s both ready and willing to provide me with everything on my Christmas list of desires. Both happy to fulfill every fantasy and satisfy every fetish, I hardly knew where to start.

I glanced at Kay her sexy smile acknowledging that she already knew most if not all of my desires.

I turned my head toward Ginger and started. “I want to fuck your hot pussy again. I want to fuck your tight ass.” I turned my head to Kay and continued. “I want you to teach her how to swallow cock, how to take it deep in her throat without gagging.” My face turned again to the sultry brunette who was now dragging her nails along my thigh under the water. “I want to feel your tight throat massage my cock head as I fuck your mouth.”

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I was driving home after a night out of clubbing with my friends. After dropping off my friends, I went to a Mexican restaurant for some take-out. After leaving the restaurant, I noticed a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed guy about to be mugged by these two huge guys. I ran up and began fighting them. I had kicked, punched, spin-kicked and even head-butted them. After that, they ended up apologizing to the guy they were about to mug and started running.

I looked at him and asked, “Are you okay?”

He looked at me with those blue eyes, grinned and said, “I’m fine. Thanks for saving my life.”

I said “It’s no trouble at all. My name’s Felicia. And you are?”

He said “I’m Matt.”

After our introductions, we went into my car and I offered to drive him home.

Matt said “I was walking home after hanging out with the guys at the bar when all of a sudden these two black guys in street clothes were about to mug and rob me. But luckily, you got there in time.”

We arrived at my place, an apartment. Matt şişli escort looked around and said “What a nice place you have.”

I said “Thanks.”

Then, he looked at me. I was wearing a black leather and lace bustier, black leather low-rise jeans, lace-up gloves and black strappy sandals. My entire outfit fitted every curve of my curvaceous, womanly, cotton candy soft body and my dark brown hair was down to my shoulders.

He said to me, smiling “Wow, you look really hot.”

I said “Thanks” and then my made my move by kissing his lips.

I felt his arms wrapping around my waist. Softly, my lips moved lower to his neck. My hand was under his green tank top, my fingers made a trace of his chiseled stomach.

I moved back and heard Matt say “When I saw you in your leather outfit, you look so hot when you kicked the muggers’ asses. Felicia, let me personally thank you for saving me tonight.”

In no time, he was kissing my lips. While kissing, we moved taksim escort to the sofa in the living room. Matt took off his tank top, showing off his lean, ripped body. His lips moved lower, giving access to my neck. He got up and slowly unzipped my bustier. Underneath, I wore a black lace bra. Matt carefully pulled down the straps of my bra, leaving my voluptuous 38DD breasts exposed. His hands were cupping and his thumbs were rubbing my nipples. I moaned and nearly came as I felt his mouth softly sucking them. My fingers were running through his dark brown hair.

He then unbuttoned and unzipped my leather pants as his lips and tongue moved lower to my big, round belly. He noticed my leather thong that went with my bustier. I could feel him licking my thick thighs with his tongue. Then, he took off his dark stonewash jeans, wearing only dark blue boxers. I smiled at what I saw. As he got back to pleasing me and worshipping my body, I felt his cock slowly hardening against topkapı escort my thigh. His hands were caressing every inch of my skin.

He bent down on his knees and removed my thong in one sweep. I was naked with only my lace-up gloves on. His tongue was licking my clit and pussy. It was sending me over the edge, making me hot and wet. I let out a long moan as he was licking me faster and then started sucking me. My hands began playing with and squeezing my breasts. I couldn’t handle it any longer. Matt got up and took of his boxers. I looked up at every inch of him. My hands explored his entire body and my fingers felt his 8-inch cock. He got on top as his cock went inside my pussy. I felt it swelling up inside me. He was making slow, steady thrusts. His hips were rocking against mine. My hands were going down his back, feeling his firm ass while increasing tempo.

I felt his tongue licking up from my belly to my breasts. My orgasms were getting intense. Then, I had a large orgasm. After he was done, Matt laid his sweaty body on top of mine. He kissed my lips once again.

He looked into my eyes and said “Felicia, I’m glad you came to my rescue. You can save my life anytime.”

I smiled and said “I don’t mind rescuing you from any serious danger, it’s way better than the other way around.”

I was his heroine, a heroine of the night.

THE END

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Just before she arrived, he lit a few candles to give the room a soft glow; one was vanilla scented. He turned the music on and laid out the evenings toys. He wanted to push her a bit closer to the edge tonight and made sure the preparations would help him succeed. He stepped out of the room and got out of sight.

He returned, opened the door and she was standing in the middle of the room, waiting patiently; feet together, chin down, hands behind her back. The black dress he requested accented her body perfectly and the white pearls looked radiant against her tan skin. Her hair was up and she was the picture of elegance and class; exactly what he wanted. Because of this dichotomy, making her do nasty things tonight would be so satisfying. Good girl turned bad; demure librarian made to be slutty; it was delicious, self-indulgent and lusty.

“Good evening Miss Sophia, you look lovely tonight.” Taking his time, he walked slowly around her and let his index finger lightly traced a horizontal line around her waist. When he got to middle of her back, he brought his hand up to the zipper and lowered it slightly. With a deft touch his finger stroked her bare skin and continued further up; just below her ear.

“Hello Sir, I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you this week and thought of you often.” He loved her tender voice, her sultry tone. Her submissiveness to him was visually obvious, she wore whatever he selected and made sure she looked the part; tonight he wanted poise and grace. But it was always more than that; it was her ability to be his; to give to him completely. Sophia was his to take and that is what she did best for Sir. His heart raced otele gelen escort and he could feel the tightness in his pants; he enjoyed her obedience. He enjoyed taking what he wanted.

“Unfasten the pearls and hold one side.” She reached behind her neck and undid the strand, the loose end slid across the top of her chest and slipped down between her breasts. She waited for his direction; “let the pearls drop between your tits.” She let go and they snaked their way inside her dress and eventually fell to the floor. The sight of the pearls on her feet was gratifying.

As he pulled up a chair in front of her, he spoke in a tone that was just discernable above the music. “Turn your head toward the bed and tell me what you see.” He sat down and waited for her to respond.

“There’s a harness of some sort, a blindfold, a choker, some lube and my plug.” The expressions on her face were a mix of delight, embarrassment and wonder. “Are those for me tonight, Sir?” He didn’t answer.

“Turn around and face away from me please.’ Sophia rotated deliberately. “Beautiful, now unzip your dress, slowly.” One hand reached for the base of the zipper and the other found the tab; she pulled the zipper down little by little, making sure not to go too fast. The top of her panties was visible from the opening and the curve of her smooth back looked gorgeous. He slipped his finger between the fabric of her panties and small of her back; ran it back and forth, enjoying the smoothness of her skin.

“Undo your hair, slip the dress off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor; then put your hands behind your back.” pendik escort Without hesitation, she removed the clip from her hair and gently shook her head; her hair fell to her shoulders. Her fingers slid the straps off and she let the dress fall to the floor. The sight of her body was magnificent and he took his time to soak in her beauty. Her womanly shape was accentuated by her hands clasped at the small of her back and her subservient mind-set; she stood still for his pleasure. He was enjoying this intimacy and soaked in her splendor.

The thought of placing a choker on her was divine. The image of it confining her sleek feminine neck, combined with the symbolic control aspect of the device brought him immense pleasure. “Sophia, please bring me the choker. Lean over and reach for it; do not kneel on the bed.” He watched her as she bent over the foot of the bed, her body stretched out to retrieve the collar. It was placed there purposefully, just so he could admire her bum. As she bent over, her panties rode up between her legs and he could see the outline of her pussy. He wanted to fuck her right then but his plans called for a bit more playfulness before that happened.

With the choker in hand, she returned. “Kneel in front of me please.” Sir had placed a pillow on the floor. She knelt down and looked up at him, willing and dutiful. “I believe we’ve talked about the choker before. Should we put this on you now?” He watched her reaction, waited to see the desire in her eyes. Sophia did not disappoint. Her appreciation of his dominance was displayed in her expression and it was intoxicating. Her ability to show rus escort complete and utter surrender told him their connection was valid and mutual.

“Yes Sir, would you please put it on me.”

He undid the fastener on the choker and started to capture her neck when he abruptly paused. “Not so fast Miss Sophia; I believe you may have forgotten something. Where are your hands, my dear?” In an instant, her expression turned when she realized that she was not following protocol. Sir has a strict rule when she is kneeling; her hands will be between her legs and she will be playing with his pussy. Watching her being a bad girl for him is quite gratifying. Her head lowered in disappointment for not following his desires.

“Move to the foot of the bed, now.” His voice was demanding and calculated and she hasten herself into position. “Spread your legs.” As she complied, his arm wrapped around her waist and forced her chest to the mattress; “don’t move.” He walked around the bed, retrieved the blind fold and put it over her eyes. Within seconds her breathing increase dramatically and her excitement rose. Watching her anticipation and her reaction was blissful. The next experience would be more intense with her visually oblivious.

The bed posts had restraints affixed to them and he wasted no time securing her limbs. On the night stand was a bucket filled with ice water and inside was a pair of stainless scissors. Stirring the ice with the scissors made a distinctive sound and he made sure she heard it. With the scissors close to her ear, he cycled them; snip, snip, snip. The stainless steel touched the side of her thigh and he made sure she felt the coldness. Sliding the scissors up her leg and under her panties, he made a horizontally slit across the back. The cut was made low enough to fold the top portion of her panties up, making it look like a small flip and fuck skirt. Exposed and bound, he smiled and voiced his pleasure; “Oh my!”

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This is part 6 – the last chapter of a multi-part series called “Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True.” Thanks for letting me indulge my doctor patient fantasy. Until next time.

~~

There’s no way I’m letting myself come only one minute into fucking her. I pull my length out of Stefania’s ass, her buttocks glistening from my sweat. She lets out an exhale of relief. It’s her first anal experience, and I want to go easy on her.

“Stefania,” I say as I look down at her lying prone on the bed, relieved that the tears that were streaming down her cheek had dried into two faint trails, “you sure you want me to keep going?”

“Please … I want you to,” her back arching downwards as she lifts her ass up higher to once again meet my cock. My base of my shaft firmly sandwiched between her cheeks now, she begins to grind her flesh pleadingly on my hard-on. I take hold of her small waist as she rocks back and forth. Waves of pleasure pulse through my groin making me feel lightheaded. I’m losing control again.

“Got any lube?,” I ask, pulling away from her in self defense, “I know you’ll enjoy this if we do it right.” As I part her cheeks again to look at my prize, she reaches for a drawer next to the bed and hands me a small bottle. I stream the clear liquid into the crack of her ass and massage it around here perfect, tiny asshole, using a very light touch as I spread it all over my rock-hard cock so as not to encourage the imminent orgasm.

It doesn’t help any when I notice that she has reached underneath herself and is enthusiastically strumming her pussy again as she quietly moans, more wetness radiating from her slit all over her upper thighs. My balls, rock hard, are ready to spew the second I enter her.

She looks over her shoulder at me, her big brown eyes conveying frustrated desperation.

“Daddy???,” she whines.

“Ask nicely,” I instruct.

“Please, Daddy. Please shove your cock in my ass,” she begs as she gets onto her hands and knees again.

My throbbing dong feels indescribably good as I slowly probe the depths of her body. She tenses as I penetrate her more and more deeply, inhaling rhythmically to relax into the intrusion of my huge cock. Satisfied that I’ve somehow forced half of my length in, I take hold of her little waist as I draw my hips back. I plunge into that perfectly round ass over and over, my cock squeezed beyond comprehension by her tight knot.

I swear he’s almost all the way in me now and the new sensation in my ass feels dirty and amazing all at once.

In the space of hours I’d gone from just dreams of yielding completely to this man to now giving him all he could want. With each powerful thrust, his body meets mine in a sweaty confirmation of my complete submission…his cock has now found all of my holes, his tongue has explored every last inch of me. Even as I gulp back the pain of his huge rod up my ass, I’m filled with satisfaction.

This horrible year has left my heart raw and exposed. It only made sense to me that I close myself, my body, off to the world. In some twisted way I thought that by insisting he fuck me in the ass, I would somehow confirm the hopelessness and violation I’ve felt. But he’s thwarted my attempt at masochism, and has only met my anguish with pleasure.

Faster now, the sweat is pouring down my legs as I slam into her over and over again, her cheeks growing red from my relentless assault. My body trembles on the verge of explosion as I hammer her, one hand wrapped nearly all the way around her slender neck, my palm closing tighter and tighter around it as my orgasm builds.

I can no longer be gentle.

“Almost there, you naughty little girl,” I huff. She moans with delight.

“You’re right, Daddy. I am very bad,” she pants, “pull my fucking hair hard while you pump my ass full of cum!”

I can’t do it.

That spectacular ass is just begging to be covered. The mounting pleasure of my thrusts throw my cock into convulsions and I spew hot cum all over her cheeks, her lower back, some in the crack. I’m pleased by the abstract canvas I’ve painted and I can barely catch my breath from the power of my orgasm.

I lay my head down onto the pillow next to her. She smiles at me and pets my cheek with open palm. The only thing I want to do is kiss her.

~~~

Should I set my alarm for you?,”I ask, moving closer to him in bed.

“Not necessary. I’m finished working for the week,” he says, continuing, “not even on call this weekend, thank god.”

He pauses and inquires:

“Didn’t you say you took Friday off?”

A guy that actually listens. I seriously think about making a permanent switch to older men.

It’s a bit hard for me to string words together:

“Right. I took off tomorrow. I have no special plans, I just thought it might cheer me up to mill around town all day and enjoy the weather.

I’ve been in a bit of a rut this year, as you may have gathered,” a note of sarcasm in my voice.

“You’re welcome to join me, that is, if you don’t have plans,” sancaktepe escort I continue.

I can’t believe I just invited him to stay.

I was hoping to be more elusive – absurd considering I’d already admitted my infatuation and then allowed him to penetrate me in every way imaginable.

I start to panic as my words hang unanswered in the air.

“It might be fun to do that together,” another pause,”if you’d like.”

A sense of relief and giddy excitement sweeps over me. Another day with him, and one more chance to crack his surface. It’s always the formal types that surprise you by acting like animals in bed.

I start to sweat a little. I just really stepped in it with her.

I try and backpedal:

“But you know, Stefania, maybe it’s not such a good idea. Oh and also, I only have the clothes I came here in – it was a particularly rough shift. I’d have to keep such a low profile. Nearly every woman in this town goes to my practice.”

In a way I feel special that he’s broken his rules with me, but I’m also not going to agree that two single, consenting adults must lurk about in the shadows. My heart sinks.

“Understood,” I say cooly.

(God, aren’t they all the same?)

“It’s just umm, I just think…if I’m seen walking around with a much younger woman, people might assume things. They might talk. You know, this town is my livelihood. I, … I don’t want to send the wrong message.”

It’s so odd to hear this man sound nervous and inarticulate.

“Right, you need to appear beyond reproach.

No worries either way,” I chirp, now feigning nonchalance. “Totally your call.”

She opens her mouth to continue, and as if it were reflex, I place my hand over her moving lips. The sincerity in my voice surprises even me:

“Stefania, I really want to stay with you.”

His energy changes completely as he leans over and kisses me once again.

“Super. I’ll just freshen your clothes in the wash come morning. I’m sure I can find something we can do for a few hours while you’re naked.”

“Mmmmmm” he growls as he squeezes me tighter and draws me towards him so that we’re spooning.

His voice growing sleepy, he asks: “so why did you write the story about us, Stefania? Why didn’t you just tell me how you felt?”

I can feel my cheeks flush. Talk about being on the spot.

“Well…ummm, I didn’t know your personal situation. (I still don’t). I knew you weren’t married…but that’s all.

And I could tell you were highly ethical man, one of the things that drew me in in the first place. I’ve kind of had it with creeps, as you might imagine.

I didn’t think you’d ever step out of line with me or any other of your patients.”

I can feel him tense up.

“You ARE a highly ethical man,” I correct.

“You know, Stefania…,” he starts in a serious tone.

I can tell this pillow talk is about to go downhill again.

“It’s ok.” I interject.

“I know that we can’t see each other as doctor and patient anymore. No matter what happens after today. It’s a big loss for me. A good gyno is so hard to find! But when I think about how you made my body feel tonight, it was worth it a million times over.”

“I suppose you can still go to one of my partners for checkups,” he says, suddenly lighthearted, “but that might make me a little jealous now.” He chuckles.

We lay as close together as two people can, his long frame enveloping me, my head nestled under his chin as he holds me from behind. A strange peace has settled over me. I am satisfied in mind and body for the first time in what seems like forever. I know this thing with Dr. Demarco, or Matthew, as he’s told me to call him, is only temporary, but I plan to enjoy every minute.

Matthew.

I say it in my head.

It sounds so odd to me since we’ve been seeing each other for ten years and I’ve never uttered his first name.

Matthew, I mentally repeat, as I give in to a completely blissful sleep.

~~

When I first wake up in Stefania’s sky blue bedroom, the sheets tightly cocooned around me, I have no idea where I am, but the feel of her silky skin pressed against my chest is an instant reminder of the passionate exchange that had transpired.

She is still sleeping peacefully next to me, a sunbeam slicing through a small opening in the curtain and shedding a diffuse, ethereal light on her pretty features.

The lightly floral smell of her hair triggers my memory and the events of last night come hurtling into my consciousness like an avalanche.

For whatever reason, I hadn’t done my normal M.O. of claiming work in the morning and running out after the deed was done (although that classic will never die).

Something about Stefania just makes me feel at ease. I know this because it has been forever since I let go of my inhibitions like that.

I lift up the covers ever so slightly so I can glimpse Stefania’s nude form in partial daylight. She’s sarıyer escort curled in the fetal position with her hands angelically tucked under her cheek, her curvy ass nestled firmly into my crotch.

Upon sensing me stir, she sighs, stretches a bit, then wiggles her bottom for several seconds, which immediately perks up my dick. (Women think we don’t know what they’re up to when they pull this move.)

I sneak away to collect myself.

A splash of cold water is just what I need to get my bearings. While rinsing out my mouth, I closely inspect my face in her bathroom mirror.

I still have my looks, save for a few lines here and there. Whatever grey has crept into my dark hair is just sparse enough to help me appear distinguished. I silently thank my body, which is, admittedly, a bit broken this morning, for allowing me to put on an impressive show by anyone’s standards.

Still gazing at my own reflection, I marvel at how quickly the last thirty years have flown, and how, for this, my third act, I am starting totally from scratch.

In this moment a crushing fear overtakes me.

Regrets. All that I’d want to do over.

I’ve held my myself back from people.

I’ve put my work above all things.

I’ve been called a narcissist and egotist.

I am none of these things…

but I have made the mistake of being emotionally unavailable to an extreme extent. Over and over.

And here is the collateral damage — I go home to an empty house every day. Sure, I can crack a five hundred dollar bottle of wine like it’s water, but what the hell good is that?

Fuck.

I tiptoe back into bed and wrap my arms around Stefania. It isn’t long before my panic subsides. Another hour passes in what feels like a minute, and the next time I wake, Stefania’s on her way back into the bedroom. She’s spilling out the top of a skimpy nighty with tiny blue polka dots and smiling broadly at me.

“Hey you, good sleep?,” I ask him.

“Best in a long time,” he responds.

“Me too,” I tell him. “You released such an incredible amount of tension, Doc, I mean Matthew. ”

“Which kind, sweetheart?” I ask, silently congratulating myself.

I’ve never seen him look quite this unkempt but seeing him in my bed, bare-chested and with his wavy hair all over the place, he’s like a different man than the imposing figure in a starched white lab coat who examined in his office yesterday. It’s the most delicious sight.

“All of it….

All of it,” I respond.

She flips on the morning news as she lays a mug of coffee she’s holding on the end table nearest me. “English muffin? It’s all I’ve got.”

I feel comfortable in her home, a rarity for me. You might imagine that I’m a dedicated creature of habit.

“Sure,” I tell her. (I’m famished, actually).

Then, as promised, she scoops up my clothes from the floor and instructs me to take off my boxers, which I do in a strategic way so that she doesn’t see me in any less than my full glory. Although, let’s be honest, I’m pretty impressive either way.

I take a glance at her bookcase and note a very eclectic mix of philosophy, art, poetry, the odd novel, and lots of history books. I’m relieved because I’m always eager to discuss subjects outside of medicine.

She’s back quickly with my food, and we spend the next few hours holding each other in bed and chatting, the TV in the background, we doze off here and there. I’m tempted to make a move on her of course, but just having her near me feels so natural, I am enjoying that in itself. Though I don’t readily admit it, it feels good not to wake up alone, given the right circumstances, of course.

“I’m going to hop into the shower,” she announces as she climbs over me. I can’t help but watch intently as she disrobes. My eyes bore through her as she takes down her nightgown straps one by one, her round, firm breasts with the large brown nipples bounding out of their confines. She cradles them with one arm as she bends to lower the nightgown past her knees and drops it to the ground.

And there she is before me, completely nude, in full daylight now. Phenomenal.

I look her up and down from her petite ankles, up the length of her long and shapely legs, over the curve of her hips, to her breasts and then the neat landing strip of brunette hair between her legs. It’s a nice contrast to the inside of her which is perfectly bare.

I feel my cock move under the covers.

One hand on her hip now, she gestures with the other, “my spare bathroom is at the end of the hall if you’d like to freshen up too. You’ll find everything you need for a shower. And your clothes should be dry by now.” I nod as she walks away, her fantastic ass bouncing seductively as she goes. I spend most of my shower thinking about it as I relish the feeling of the hot water on my sore muscles.

Stefania emerges from her bedroom looking totally refreshed, her still damp hair tightening into waves collected sefaköy escort at her shoulders. She’s wearing another sundress with a subdued floral print. This one is shorter than her last but with a higher neckline. The impressive swell of her breasts allow it to be alluring in the ladylike way.

“The dryer is over there, babe,”she says motioning towards a utility closet. I tighten the towel around my waist and head over to grab my boxers, shirt and pants.

While I dress, she throws on some flip-flops that are placed by the door. As she bends over, I glimpse her pink cotton bikini undies. They are skimpily cut and show good portion of her ass cheeks.

“Ready to go?,” she chirps. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, saying a silent thanks as I grab my sunglasses and baseball cap out of my work bag. My plan is to throw one or both items on should I see anyone I know.

“Why don’t we walk to the park by the pier?,” I offer. There’s a big field with plenty of space to stretch out under the trees (away from any prying eyes).

“Perfect. I’ll bring a something for us to sit on.”

The weather outside is sunny and warm but with almost no humidity, close to perfect for a leisurely stroll. As we walk, I can’t help but continue to be paranoid of being seen. It’s a work day so the streets are fairly empty but I deliberately choose a route that keeps us away from the general vicinity of my office. It’s a beautiful day to be by the water. The clear skies allow for a flawless view of the city across the river.

“Ooh, there’s the lobster roll truck,” she says.

“Wanna?,” she asks me, cute and childlike. My stomach is grumbling something awful again.

“Sure.”

“Be right back,” she says as she bounces away, returning a few minutes later with the food and two fresh lemonades.” I’m still pretty famished so it all tastes especially good. I think about how I haven’t had a lemonade in years. Serious people don’t drink lemonade. Iced tea, maybe.

“Wait a sec,” Stefania says as she rummages through her tote bag emerging with a fairly large silver flask, a big smile across her face.

I glance at my watch to see if it’s noon yet.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me?,” I ask her. “Been there, done that, Doc, but this is my first day off in ages and I plan on living it up. It feels good breaking the rules with you,” she grins mischievously as she pours an absurd amount of vodka into my big styrofoam cup. I glance around to make sure no one is looking because I can’t help but kiss her.

As she nibbles at her lunch, her knees bent and feet in the grass, I can see her a tiny bit of her pink cotton panties through the gap between her shins. My eyes fixate on the small mound created by her pussy lips as they are pressed together. I envision removing her panties and slipping my tongue between her legs again.

As the effects of the vodka begin to scramble our brains, Stefania and I talk for what ends up being another few hours under that tree. She has a million questions for me, all of which I’ve heard before, but her excitement for getting to know me is infectious. I’ve never loved opening up, but I find, to my surprise, that I’m happy to indulge her curiosity.

How amazing is it to help a baby be born? Am I sick of looking at lady parts by the end of the week? Does it take me more time to get aroused because I’m desensitized? What made me choose this line of work?

One thing is for sure. People have a real fascination my medical specialty. Especially about what motivates a man to be a gynecologist.

No, we aren’t fetishists, at least not in the context of work. We just really appreciate women and also find the whole process of reproduction, birth and maturation to be fascinating.

Delivering babies is a miraculous thing that honestly never loses its luster. As I’ve told you, in the context of exam room, I try not to think of what other miracles can come as a result of a woman’s body, but those are pretty fantastic too.

Now I also have some questions for her, but I hold back because I sense her wounds are still raw.

I mainly wonder what kind of man would leave this girl. And why.

People change and relationships aren’t easy. I am a prime example, but the thought of her hurting and alone disturbs me. Frankly, it really scares me that I even care, especially since I barely know her.

Our conversation still flows effortlessly. I learn about her interests. Much in line with what I saw on her bookcase. She likes to write and say’s she’s a very good cook. She makes her living as a director of sales for a well known technology company. She seems quite successful at it. Understanding people and persuading them is her stock and trade.

Tell me about it.

She’s Italian too and an only child. She collects wine (which reminds me, I was interested in checking out her wine collection more closely).

I learn that she’d traveled a decent amount before and during her marriage but she’s eager to do more.

“Do you want children?”

As soon as the question escapes my lips I feel like grabbing it right out of the air. She takes a swig straight from the flask then casts her eyes down a bit.

Yeah.

“Just not with the wrong person. But if I run out of time, I am ok with that. I have the means to take care of a baby but I don’t want to raise a child alone. A good dad is so important.”

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