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Public Punishment Part Two

“If I thought my punishment was over and I would be allowed to redress and then find the girls, I could not have been more wrong.”

“The window needs to be cleaned,” said Mandy pointing to my semen still streaking down it.

“So, I asked for a cloth but one was not available.”

“Who needs a cloth when I’m told you have such a fine tongue. You have to lick it clean, starting at the highest blob so that your naked body is on full view to the passing public.”

“I asked if she was joking, my cock now diminishing in size and the earlier bravado gone with my orgasm. Her answer never came as we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“I recognised the voice of Claire saying she was the cleaning lady and Mandy let her in. She was minus her coat again but had gained a long bridal veil which trailed across the floor behind her. I looked at her, her lovely pert breasts, her neatly trimmed pussy hair and then the light blue eyes. She looked at me, her gaze dropping to my drooping cock.”

“I brought my bridal gown because I thought you wanted me but it seems I’ve wasted my time.”

“I shrugged my shoulders and tried to hide my predicament with my hands. You and Laura got me so excited walking down the street in the nude, was all I could offer as an explanation.”

“Of course the pair of you could always do an oral show in the window and see if you can get his cock up for a fuck later,” Mandy suggested as she nudged Claire forward.

“Lie on the floor just in front of the table and we’ll see if her veil has any effect as she walks astride your body,” Mandy continued.

“I took a bit if cajoling until the threat of a brown envelope to my mother changed my mind. I lay down as directed and looked up the street. It was fairly empty although some people were walking past. Claire seemed unconcerned about having to walk across the front of the window.”

“Laura and I love being nude in public. It’s great fun and so exciting as we surprise lots of people, so this is nothing,” she said positioning herself beyond my head.

“I looked up as she began walking and got a close up view of her cunt as she crouched down directly above my face. Claire continued her walk, the trailing veil sending minute shudders through my body and a late eruption of a few drops more cum when it glided over my cock. Turning around to return she followed instruction from Mandy and stopped and sucked my limp dick and the leakage. This and the veil still failed to gain a positive response from my cock.”

“Maybe we need a bride.”

“Mandy opened the door and in walked Laura in an exquisite bridal gown, shimmering sequins all over the bodice, the skirt full and exposing her petticoats as she walked in. Frills around the short sleeves and a ruffle train fit for gaziantep escoty a princess. I just lay there and watched her approach, rustling and swishing loudly, from my position on the floor.

“Gracefully Laura walked astride me and I felt the sheer magnificence of her gown as she did so. It was a tremendous buzz, her train seemingly endless as it trailed across my cock, still to no avail, even on the return.

“Mandy made another suggestion after I tried to explain that I had only ejaculated ten or fifteen minutes previously and I’d never been expected to perform so soon after, before.”

“Madame Margaret has you earmarked as a future stud. We don’t get many ten inch cocks around here so consider this as training for the future.”

“I climbed onto the table as instructed, my concern about being in front of the window and so public now overshadowed by my concern at being unable to respond to the beautiful girls around me. I lay flat out with my head right on the edge of the table as directed. Claire followed me onto the table and had to position her knees on either side of my head with her pussy directly above my face. She had removed her veil and it was used to prop my head up a little and so give my tongue access to her pussy. At the other end I could feel her hot breath on my cock and then her tongue flicking across my testicles. Then I felt the soft touch of a veil on my balls immediately followed by the feeling of a second tongue working on my droopy cock.

“One of them sucked the whole of it into her mouth and began to gain a small response. Then I heard Laura swish past me and next thing I knew I felt her dress and veil against my head. I looked up to see her pushing her tongue into her sister’s open cunny. Frequently our tongues clashed as we licked Claire who was still sucking some life into my cock. I was most disappointed when Laura stopped after only a few minutes and declared I would definitely not be unable to fuck her sister and she would do it instead.

“I watched, upside down, as Mandy helped undo her gown, reveal her tits, then undid the fastenings at the waist to push the white mass to the floor and give me a huge shock. Laura was wearing a large strap-on dildo and proudly stood in front of the window showing it off to me and anyone else who cared to look in at us. Instantly I panicked when I saw a drunk woman and man pointing and making faces at us. I made the girls aware of our audience but Mandy said “that it didn’t matter because we had to complete our punishment. Anyway they are so drunk they will have forgotten by the time they get around the corner.”

“Next thing I knew the dildo was above my face and I had to kiss it as Laura offered it to her sister’s moist cunt. Mandy instructed me to keep my tongue in position and use it to clean the dildo each time Laura withdrew and then pushed back in again. I could not have been closer to watching the two girls fuck and my cock was beginning to respond positively.

“The dildo moved in and out gently, stretching Claire, and I received some tasty fluid on each stroke. I was becoming used to the rhythm when it suddenly stopped and I looked up to receive the greatest shock of them all, a naked man, a man I had never even seen before and he was having his thick erection stroked by Laura.”

“So you wanted to fuck my Claire without my permission and now you have failed to satisfy her. What a pity, because when she gets so randy all she wants is to be fully satisfied, so just watch this.”

“The man, who was obviously her Sugardaddy, Robert, stepped forward and slipped his cock into Claire with relative ease and I was instructed to continue using my tongue as before. The rhythm was much less relaxed this time and Robert was soon pounding into her, her hot breath gasping onto my semi erect cock as it grew between the mouths of Claire and Laura who had now joined her.

“Each stroke Robert took, his balls hit me in the eyes, and when I made to move them with my hand he began to demand that I play with them as he fucked. I knew what was going to happen soon and sure enough he began to furiously fuck her until he orgasmed into her and then pulled back to let it continue spurting over my face. He deliberately directed his shots at my mouth and forced his still erupting cock into my throat. When he was finished I could feel a tongue on my face clearing the cum from my eyes until I could see Robert standing watching with a smirk on his face before he directed Laura to clean his diminishing dick instead.

“He began to issue orders.”

“So you and Claire fancy fucking each other in bridal gowns, the ones I buy her no doubt. Well instead you can do it in the nude with an audience and just remember this as you do so. These girls are my girls. You can fuck them sometime when I decide, not when you both take a fancy to each other, but you will always come after me.”

“He laughed at the pun as Claire was instructed to mount me in such a way that we could remain coupled together as we climbed off the table to face the window. As I leaned against the desk Claire was forcing her body onto mine and thrashing herself against me. I was looking over her shoulder as both of us faced the window.

“Laura meantime was kneeling on the floor between our open legs and licking her Sugardaddy’s cream as it was forced from Claire by my fully erect cock. Our audience on the street was still the drunk couple dancing about in front of us. Further up the street they had been joined by Mandy with a camcorder and she was filming us in action. I was at last fucking Claire, not exactly as I had planned, naked in an office window rather than both of us in huge bridal gowns in the fitting room of my mother’s shop.

“Still embedded in her she managed to turn around to face me, a chance to look at her, those baby blue eyes that had so much attracted me to her, those gorgeous breasts, shaking like jellies. I entered the enjoyment of the occasion and pounded my cock into her when she rested. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled up her legs and wrapped them around me.”

“Walk forward to the window,” came the voice of Robert and I did so without question because I was really enjoying myself.

“I walked forward until just a few feet off the glass and turned sideways on so that we could look out at Mandy. I wasn’t permitted to come until Robert received a phone call and then he instructed me to make it quick. As I began ejaculating into Claire I was told to look out at Mandy. I nearly died.

“There, between Mandy and the window, was my mother walking to the car park to make her way home from the shop. Laura, still licking any cum running down our legs, held me still and as my mother looked in our direction I was filling Claire with my hot cum. I was beside myself with worry but made to remain in position until my cock had been cleaned by both girls.

“When we eventually left the office I was obviously still very concerned, made even worse by the suggestion by Robert that he intended releasing a video of my performance. How would I enter the house not knowing if my mother had recognised me or not?

“You don’t have to worry about that for now,” Robert announced and continued. “We’re going for a few drinks and then to her shop to find new bridal gowns for you’re next assignment with my two kinky girls, so get the keys out.”

“We left the building and walked into the street in the direction of the shop, passing the window as we went. I wondered why everyone was crowding around me until they turned me around to face the window.

“I was stunned. Suddenly it dawned on me. The mirror into which we were all looking was the other side of the window where I had just had sex. A huge smile lit up my face as I gazed at our reflections. Once upon a time the pavement had gone through the arch, which was now the window, before the area had been developed and the office Robert had access to, was constructed. The architect had decided to leave the large arch and fit a ceiling to floor mirrored window. So the drunk couple had been looking at themselves and having a laugh. My mother and the others who glanced our way had only been looking at themselves.

“It was a massive relief and I celebrated by being extra daring on the precinct at the shop as darkness fell.

“A video entitled ‘Kinky Brides in the Window’ was released to KBG members and, shot from behind us, it really did look as if we had a public audience. I and the twins became pornstars and had many more sexy encounters instigated by Robert.”

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“Malak.”

Mal heard her name pronounced as if in a dream. It took the urging of two of her Sisters to move her from her kneeling position on the floor, where she’d been meditating as the Mother moved about the room, inspecting the girls, often reaching between their legs to check their wetness, squeezing their breasts to check their firmness. Malak had been spared the inspection, only because no one expected her to be chosen.

She was newly seventeen, the minimum amount of years needed to be chosen by the Goddess for the task of blessing the crops. Most of the girls in the waiting tent had been waiting for at least a year, many of them for more than five. The air in the tent smelled of sex, of wetness and desire and need. It was almost smothering, and when Malak had entered the tent for the first time the day after her seventeenth birthday, she had balked, not wanting to live in the thick air among the unchosen women of their tribe for no one knew how many years. The Goddess was a fickle deity, seemed to have a habit of choosing girls at random with no regard for just how long they had been waiting.

But even with the Goddess’ predisposition towards random choices, no one had expected Malak. She was different than the other girls. Where the others had ample curves, full hips and heavy breasts, Malak’s body was tight. Straight, with small, narrow hips and just the slightest swell to her breasts. Her bottom was tight as well, but rounded and prominent. Her Sisters tended to joke that the only touching Malak was made for was a good thrashing.

They joked about it so much that she had begun to believe them, and she had seriously contemplated simply bringing herself to orgasm and taking the punishment that would come, simply to end this whole foolish charade.

So when her name was called by the Mother after the prayers went up, she couldn’t quite believe her ears. She stumbled forward, barely resisting the urge to cover up her naked body in the presence of the mother, whose figure so closely resembled that of the Goddess: full, rounded hips and ample breasts, a soft face and a gentle air about her. Next to the Mother, Malak felt as though her body were made of only razor sharp angles.

The Mother touched Malak’s forehead, and then each breast, anointing her with sweet-smelling oil. “Chosen.” She whispered, giving Malak a broad smile. “Come, little one. We shall prepare you.”

The next few hours were a blur of bathing and dressing. Her sisters took extra care to bathe her first in fresh water, and then in water scented with herbs. They washed her hair, and scrubbed every place they could reach. /Every/ place, much to Malak’s squirming dismay. They lifted her gaziantep escort from the bath, drying her quickly before laying her down, face-up, on a mat and spreading her legs. She instinctively fought to close them, but one of her Sisters landed a sharp smack to the inside of her thigh. “Be grateful.” She chided, and Malak stopped fighting.

She felt one of her Sisters deft fingers reach down and spread her lips, exposing her more. Another Sister teased at her clit with expert hands, drawing it out until it was swollen and Malak was shuddering with need. Still another Sister slid a smooth metal plug into her opening, seating it fully within her. The touch to her clit was replaced with a metal clasp, gripping it and pinching it gently to keep it full as it was now. Malak knew from watching the procedures done to girls in the past, that the plug and clamp were both elegantly filigreed, decorated with opal and set by their village’s finest metal-workers. She was decorated in a fashion fit for one of the Mother’s concubines. Or one of the Goddess’ priestesses.

Her legs were pulled up then, her bottom hole lubed with oil, and another decorative plug inserted. Her bottom was red and stinging by the time they finally got her to settle and take that one.

She was pulled up from the mat, a sari of the finest cloth wrapped around her otherwise naked body, and ushered out into the light. Her Sisters followed behind, giggling at the way the plugs and clamp made it hard for Malak to walk. The journey to the Blessing point was a long, tortuous one, and Mal had to stop several times to breathe and make her body relax, lest it betray her before the ceremony even began.

When they reached the point, she sighed in relief. It was a large, open tent with incense burning all around it and the finest rugs and silks laid on the ground. There was a circle of pillows in the middle, obviously where her part of the ceremony would take place. Off to the side of that was the altar, where the Priestesses would pray to the Goddess as Malak was being fucked. At the point of orgasm, they would burn the first return’s of last years crop, thus completing the ceremony. It was a process that had to be timed perfectly. An orgasm that took place at a point other than the designated one would not bring misfortune upon her people, but the harvest was only truly great when the ceremony was a success, and she would be punished severely if not able to control herself until the right point.

She was led into the tent, and laid down on the pillows, her legs spread wide so that the elders of the village and their warriors could all see everything. She heard their soft prayers go up as she was exposed to them, and she couldn’t bring herself to feel shame. She felt beautiful. Important. At the moment, she was the most important woman in the village, and she could feel that knowledge reverberate throughout her whole body.

Her arms were pulled above her head, cuffed and secured to a ring embedded in the wood of the floor. This was so she couldn’t be tempted to reach down and bring her orgasm on quicker than it should come. Her legs were pulled up too, ankles cuffed and secured to the same ring. She was completely open and exposed, every one of her most vulnerable parts on display to the entire village. She closed her eyes, heard the drumbeats begin, heard the Priestesses begin to chant softly. Incense was lit, the heady smell filling the room. She knew, at this point, many of the couples in the village would begin to touch each other as they watched. She knew many of her Chosen Sisters, who had already been through this process, would be reaching between each other’s legs at this point, bringing each other to orgasm. Though her’s was the most important, right now, others could not hurt. Most of the time, the village tried to bring their women to ecstasy as many times as they could, during a ceremony. Anything to bring on the blessings of the Goddess.

She felt hands on her, now. She knew them to be the Mother’s hands, as she’d felt them many times in the past few months, as each girl in the waiting tent was constantly brought to the edge of orgasm, as training for this moment. The Mother took great delight in training the girls this way, Mal knew.

The Mother’s fingers traced slowly down the outer lips of Mal’s sex. This was a deliberate tease, as Mal knew she was avoiding the sensitive areas in favor of making her squirm in anticipation. Fingertips danced lightly over Mal’s inner thighs, over her bottom. A few smacks were landed, just because she could, and Mal had to take a deep breath to calm herself. The Mother chuckled, and Mal blushed. Everyone knew, since the first time she’d reacted this way from a punishment in the waiting tent, that the burn of a spanking made her wet. The Mother reignited the burn in her bottom to the beat of the drum, and for a moment, Mal was sure she’d need no other stimulation. That she would orgasm just from being spanked. But the Mother was merciful, and stilled her hand.

The chanting took on a new tone, a little more urgent as the Mother gently pulled the plug from Mal’s bottom hole, laying it beside her on the mat. Then the plug was removed from her sex, joining the other. And slowly but surely, the clamp was removed as well, making Mal moan out. Hers joined those of many of the other women around her, a few of them having already reached orgasm, many more on their way. She couldn’t help but think of the unfairness of this. She would have to last the whole ceremony for one orgasm, while they got to have many.

These thoughts were all pushed to the back of Mal’s mind, as she felt the tip of the Mother’s tongue press against her entrance. She keened, a sharp yell sounding out above the chanting of the Priestesses. While all the girls in the tent were regularly stimulated by fingers, none of them were allowed to feel the touch of anyone’s tongue until this day, and the sensation was almost more than Mal could take.

The Mother took her time, licking a long, slow stripe all the way up Mal’s sex, and then twisting her tongue as she came back down, making Mal moan out. She pressed her tongue into Malak’s opening, fucking it in and out shallowly. Mal gave soft, needy little whimpers, wishing for the stimulation where she needed it most, on her clit.

The chanting was growing more frenzied, and Mal could tell it was almost time. The Mother was teasing lightly at her bottom hole as she continued to lick Mal lightly. The girl gave soft, choked sobs, feeling what she knew had to be orgasm right there, threatening and beautiful at once.

The next few seconds stretched on for what seemed like years, before the Mother finally lifted her head and whispered a prayer, and then permission to Mal. The smell of smoke on the altar and the Mother’s tongue against Mal’s clit was all that was needed to push her over the edge, and she came hard, wailing out her climax as she shuddered violently.

It seemed like it took hours for her to calm down. The Mother kept her hand cupped over Mal’s sex the entire time, letting her grind up into it as the aftershocks shook her, giving her a little relief, and a little bit of added stimulation just because she could. The final steps of the ceremony were completed, each of her un-chosen sisters coming up and pressing a kiss to her pussy. Each of the warriors of the village doing the same, so that by the time her arms and legs were released, she felt as though she weren’t too far from being able to do the whole thing again. Slowly she stretched out, lithe and sated, like a cat waking from a nap in the sun.

She was helped to her feet by one of the warriors, a tall young man with dark skin, dark curls, and bright blue eyes. He helped her steady herself. The Mother smiled on them, clasping their hands together in blessing. Malak smiled as well. This warrior had obviously been chosen for her, as a gift. The most devout and skilled of their warriors was given to the Chosen each year. She would have him for a week (longer, if they chose), in their own private tent. He was hers to use as she wished. And he was allowed to bring her to orgasm as many times as she wanted.

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This is another story that I wrote for a co-worker of mine. I hope you enjoy it! I love feed back (especially from you girls!) I will endeavor to respond to all e-mails. If you feel too shy to respond publicly feel free to e-mail me directly at the address in my profile.

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“…and…sent.”

I had just e-mailed Beth, a coworker of mine, instructions for a dare I had designed. That girl was a sexual risk taker for sure. I suppose I couldn’t blame her though their was something in us both that drove our minds to seek pleasure in risky and extreme situations. Although it couldn’t really be considered extreme my latest challenge for Beth was certainly risky. I had dared her to masturbate to orgasm in her panties to get them really wet, to make it even more exciting I wanted her to do it at her desk with the door open. Her desk shielded her lower body so nobody could see her from the main sections of the office however she had to be careful not to let anyone figure out what she was doing. Her arm movement could still be seen and her face as well. Beth was loud too when she had an orgasm and while that was an attribute that I myself loved a whole lot it could prove to be troublesome to her current mission. I had faith in her though, that she could hold it together for this one unbelievably sexy act.

When she was finished cumming in her panties her instructions were to take them off and bring them to me. I wanted her going commando for the next stages of the challenge! After the handoff she was to go back to her desk and work and wait quietly for me. I would be busy taking her panties to a quiet server closet and, after using her sent to get my cock erect I would shoot a nice heavy load of cum into the crotch of her sexy little panties. After I finished I would ball them up, stuff them into my pocket, and deliver them back to her. She would put them back on with the knowledge that her predictably dripping wet pussy would be swimming in my sperm for the rest of the day! Just the thought of that got me hard as a rock! I hoped that she would be able to find the time to make this erotic challenge a reality for us both.

Thinking about it brought back the memories of the first time I had kissed her. Our offices had been closed for Christmas Eve and –hard workers that we both were- we decided to come in to knock out some work so that we would be ahead of the game after Christmas. I really did plan on accomplishing some work although in the end I failed miserably (at accomplishing work that is).

We talked for several hours as we tended to. She was always so easy to talk with, for some reason I just felt comfortable around her. She would never judge me for anything I said either no matter how dirty. Well, one thing led to another and somehow I found my self holding her tightly against me and looking up at her (she was a couple of inches taller than me). Our lips were so close I could feel her spearmint flavored breath on my face. Who could help themselves? I let my self sink into one of the best kisses I had in recent memory. Wow. I wanted to fuck Beth so badly at that moment. As I ran my finger up and down her pussy I could feel her breathing in my ear and my cock desperately wanted to slide into her warm eager pussy. Truth be told if I had a condom on me at that moment I probably would have fucked her till she passed out from cumming so many times, but alas I did not have one. It was sincerely bad planning on my part indeed. We didn’t really have enough time anyway; I did fuck her silly but not that day, no that day we just kissed and touched which was absolute bliss indeed. As I look back on that moment the only thing gaziantep escort I regret is that we couldn’t have spent more time together; I think we’ve made up for it since then though.

A beep from my workstation signaled to me that I had received some new mail. It was Elizabeth! She certainly replied fast, I hoped that this meant that she was game with my little dare and was willing to participate fully. Her response to me detailed her willingness to participate. She apparently didn’t have much to do at that exact moment because according to her she already had been rubbing herself at her desk hoping that I would call her for a midday quickie! I suspected that I had provided just the outlet she needed for her sexual tension! I hoped she would cum soon though because the hard on currently residing in my pants was becoming uncomfortable. I squeezed my legs reflexively a few times to massage my cock in my pants but it was only serving to further stimulate the enlarged organ. If I could hold out for just a few minutes I could rub it with the scent of Beth’s sweet pussy flowing though my nose and put that cum to proper use. I secretly wanted Beth to have the same “cum in panties” fetish that I did so that she would get an equal amount of enjoyment from this lewd act that I did. Somehow, I suspected that she would indeed enjoy it.

Twenty agonizing minuets passed by with me squirming in my seat trying to picture what she looked like at that very moment fingering her tight and wet little pussy up there. The phone ring snapped me right out of this little imaginary world I was in and when I saw it was her I snatched up the receiver.

“Hey there you….” I said ever so seductively. Other people were busy working in this room and although they couldn’t see me they could certainly hear me talking if I spoke too loudly.

“I’ll be right down.” She said panting ever so slightly.

“I’ve just finished here and I have a little present for you.” The words sent a sexual jolt right to my cock making it now almost painfully erect. Now more than ever the raw male drive surged inside me.

“I just might have a present ready for you as well” I said and although I knew that she was fully aware of the present that I was planning on giving her I could hear her inhale a bit faster when I told her. For some reason there is a part of each one of us that just needs to hear with our own ears the sexual plans of a partner. One way or the other it was clear we were both on the same page. She was about to feel my sperm on her dripping pussy and clit!

With a click she hung the phone up and I started really getting excited. This might be the most arousing thing I had ever done at work. I didn’t know what else Beth had on her list of sexual adventures but this had to be one for the records.

Her hand brushed my shoulder. I must have lost track of time here she was! I turned around in my chair and, now aware more than ever who else was paying attention to us glanced up to her with my lust filled eyes. Her sultry look said it all to me. If it hadn’t of been for all of the other people in the room at that moment I probably would have bent her over the desk right there and fucked her brains out until I shot a load of cum right to the back of her hot twat. The fucking would have to wait however because it wasn’t a part of the challenge of the moment.

I wondered what her plan was though because I noticed that she didn’t seem to have her panties in her hands and she didn’t have her handbag with her. Was she still wearing them? Could she possibly dare to take them off here? She was wearing a skirt so I assumed that it had to be a possibility. Silently she turned around to face directly away from me and looked to see if anyone could see her or if anyone else was coming, then when she was satisfied that we were out of the common view she flipped up the back of her skirt and thrust out her rear at me placing her hands on her thighs for support. It was now obvious that she had was not wearing any undergarments. What was her plan? What did she want me to do? Seconds went by with her ass and twat exposed to me in the middle of my office. She spread her legs a little more and then I caught sight of it. The smallest hint of fabric protruded from between her pussy lips and all of the sudden it hit me. She had stuffed her panties into her pussy! Of all the dirty things I was expecting this was last on my list! How hot was that! She had carried my gift to me in her pussy!

With a grin on my face I reached out and began to tug on the end. She shook her bottom as if she had a tail as I slowly and exquisitely pulled them from her body. If I had a million dollars I would have gladly paid it to see the look on her face as I dislodged the sodden undergarments from her swollen and wet vagina.

When they dropped free she straightened up and turned around. She then reached out and squeezed my hard cock now obviously pushing out on my pants. Her hand felt so good on my straining body. My relief was only moments away. I could feel my balls surging with their heavy burden. Easy boys, you will have your turn soon enough.

With the sexiest of looks she smiled broadly and quickly turned.

“I’ll need the results for this report as quickly as possible.” She said making sure that everyone in the room could hear her. I blushed horribly and looked back at her as she rounded the corner and headed back up to her floor. Beth knew more ways to turn me on than I thought existed. She had yet to disappoint me!

After she cleared the corner I stuffed Beth’s panties into my pocket and headed for the server room. I knew that the room was guaranteed privacy for this afternoon. Come to think of it this would be a great place to fuck if we ever get the guts to try for a quickie at work. I hoped I would someday get to sample that pleasure from her. For now I had some masturbating to do.

Once locked in I got straight to work. I unbuckled and unzipped my pants and dropped them to my knees. There was no need for foreplay here. My cock was as hard as steel and it needed to cum badly.

I withdrew Beth’s wet panties from my pocket and rubbed them on my penis to get me going, then brought them up to my nose to take in her wonderful scent. God she must have cum hard into these panties because they were wet as hell. I made a mental note to have her do this again sometime for me but let me keep the underwear. They would prove to be a most helpful aid in getting off quickly.

Orgasm speed was not going to be an issue today however; I could feel my sack tighten up in preparation to launch its sweet volley of jizz out. I pumped my veiny shaft harder as I imagined fucking her body for all it was worth. In my head I pumped her hard and gripped my cock harder as I jerked it to perfect completion.

Part of me wanted to know what she was thinking at that moment. She had to know what I was doing and she had no knickers on to boot. If I knew Beth and by know I think I did she was probably back at her desk continuing to frig herself to yet another intense cum.

That was it. I was about to cum! Here it is …..right…NOW! The first of my shots spurted out and were caught right smack dab on the middle of her crotch. Her clit would be swimming in my sperm from that shot! Spurt after spurt flew from me as I gasped and attempted to maintain my balance.

“Oh…FUCK!” I moaned as I continued to shoot my hot load into her panties. It really turned me on to no end to think about Beth wearing these very garments shortly and smearing my cum all over her wet and hot pussy. She would be bathing her womanhood in the very substance that was meant to be shot into it! The mere thought was enough to turn me to butter. My orgasm slowed and I gently wiped the remainder of my sperm off of the tip of my penis and onto her underwear. When I was finished I balled them up careful to keep her cummy treat in the middle so it wouldn’t rub off in my pocket and stowed them for our journey back to her office.

After putting the panties away I pulled my pants back up and re-attached my belt. It felt so good to have shot that load. I can’t even begin to describe how good it felt to finally have that out of me. It had built up all afternoon and now it rested saturated in Elizabeth’s most personal undergarments. Ones she would have back on her body in short order.

As I made my way up to her office I regained my erection. I knew it wouldn’t take long. The rapidly enlarging penis was now rubbing its drooling head along my left thigh. Perhaps I would get a chance to empty another load from it yet this afternoon, I never quite knew with Beth. She was always just one surprise away from rocking my world.

There she was sitting so professionally in her office. I could smell the faint scent of her pussy as the air in the room washed up her skirt and across her unclothed privates.

“I’ve got those results you asked for.” I announced rather non-privately as she had before. My right hand extended toward her holding her panties in front of me. The boy cum was clearly visible sticking to the front and inside the crotch. Although my body blocked anyone from seeing the sight between us it still felt a little risqué to be holding such a personal item up in that environment much less one soaked in the male reproductive juices!

Beth snatched them right from my hand and without pausing for a second reached down and began threading them up her smooth legs. Right in the middle of her office she was pulling her cum sodden panties on. It was only a matter of pure luck that nobody happened to walk by at that moment. Boy would we have some explaining to do then!

Luckily nobody came in at that moment and her panties made it all the way up to where they belonged. We both visibly shook as the underwear slid home. I knew she could feel my still warm jizz bathing her pussy lips. It must have felt sticky yet relaxing for her. She had this look of utter bliss on her face. I observed her fingers travel down and gently push the panties into the crevice that was her womanhood, slowly massaging the sperm into herself. Her eyes were closed concentrating on her pleasure and the pleasure that my cum was giving her.

She pulled me closer to her body, her swollen breasts touching me.

“I can feel your sperm on my pussy. It’s all over my clit. I can feel it all over me, its making me so wet. Mmmm.” She pulled me even closer so she could whisper right in my ear.

“I need you to shoot another load just like that right up my pussy hole. Now. I need to be fucked so hard by you Jim.” She said this with clenched teeth. The poor girl was a wreck. I knew exactly how she felt too. I too felt that animalistic need to shoot my second load of the day up her wet vagina.

“Meet me in the server room in 5 minutes.” I whispered back at her with a grin. “I’m going to fuck you till you pass out from coming so hard!”

I turned and walked out of the office knowing that this was only the beginning of a really fun afternoon!

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This morning Becky woke up in a great mood. There is always something special when you wake up to the full sun pouring into the bedroom window. She though, “wow, what time IS it?” as she brushed her teeth and tried to pin down a particularly funny blonde cowlick on her head.

She looked around the hardwood for a couple of minutes before giving up on finding her slippers. Today was a “wear a big T-shirt and lay around the house day” if ever there was one. That is because tonight was a big night!

A note left on the door told her Jen would be back shortly. Jen was Becky’s long time girl friend. In a couple weeks they were going to exchange rings. Tonight was Becky’s bachelorette party.

At 37 years old Becky was the prototypical “soccer mom” (that is minus the GF). She raised her daughter (from a previous relationship), drove a van and rarely went out. Many would say she was the spitting image of Mary Stewart Masterson in the movie “Some Kind Of Wonderful.” So much so that Jen’s nickname for her was “Watts.” Since dating Jen she couldn’t be happier. There was something about Jen – her softness, her glow, her personality – that made life wonderful.

At 29, Jen was gorgeous in every way. Becky liked to think she was Clark Kent to Jen’s Superman. The great part was Jen herself was so head over heels in love with her she never considered them anything but equals – in love. Jen didn’t use her brilliant looks to dwarf Becky, quite the opposite – she used them to make Becky feel incredibly special.

When Jen got home she joined Becky on the couch.

Both women’s thin bodies fit easily together. With the outside sunshine still shining in Jen started to press Becky about her big night.

“Sooooo…where are you headed tonight?”

“Why are you asking, are you jealous?” Becky laughed back as Jen poked at her arm.

“Yes, you know I am,” Jen replied loudly in jest, “maybe I should go with you!”

“No way!!! I am going to meet some boys!!!”

“Oh REALLY!!” Jen screeched out. Both women were laughing very hard and flirting like teens.

After a few more minutes of this Becky said she had to get ready and went upstairs. Jen could not wait to see her before she left. It was very rare to see Becky get dressed up. “Going out” make up always looked so out of place on Becky. She had such a delicate pretty face that eye shadow made her look like a kid that got into mom’s make up.

This time was no different.

Jen laughed – half in fun/half in shock – when Becky descended the stairs. She was wearing a fashionable strapless top and plaid school girl skirt. Add in the glittery makeup and expensive necklace she looked hot. Still, gaziantep escort in typical Becky fashion, she could not navigate the high heels smoothly and without her contacts in the glasses looked quite out of place.

At the door they kissed a soft passionate kiss. Jen’s large breasts pressed hard against Abby’s firm smaller ones. Just as Becky was pulling away Jen pulled her closer and said:

“I know we talked about you having one last fling with a man. I am still on board with it. Please just do this one thing for me – don’t cum for him. If you have an orgasm it should be with me. If you are coming with men it makes me feel awful.”

Becky tried to speak but Jen covered her lips with a finger.

“It is ok to play one last time, just make sure it is playing. Get it out and come back to me”

Becky looked back with dough eyes which seemed to say “I am not going to be with anyone tonight.” The reason she didn’t say it is because she knew it would be a lie.

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14 girls in all were out that night. After work friend and family women left only Veronica and Jessica remained. It was off to the strip club.

Unlike Becky, Veronica and Jessica liked men. Their sole job that night: find Becky a man.

Completely drunk the girls marched merrily into the club. Becky had never been in one before.

In inebriated daze they found a spot to sit.

One of the fun things, in Becky’s eyes at least, was the fun theme behind the clubs introduction of the men. Sometimes it was funny (“butt man” for a guy with ample booty), dramatic (“Phantom of the Opera”) or gross (“Captain Cave Man” for a hairy guy).

Really, it didn’t matter who it was or what they looked like – the girls flirted with everyone (except Captain Cave Man…even drunk Becky thought that was gross).

In being honest with herself, Becky was more attracted to her friends than any of the guys on stage. That is until he came out.

When you hear the name “Batman” you initially think of a cape and funny suit. When this Bat-man came out he had neither.

His bat was his dick.

James “Bat-man” Rollins was a very large man. Tall and very muscular he looked like an NFL fullback. He was athletic and carried himself with the pinnacle of confidence. Also, he had a 13 inch cock. His dick was literally the size of small Becky’s wrist.

Even flaccid the whole room went wild with “ooOs” and “oh my gods” when he first walked out. Women screamed like it was the 1960’s and he was all the Beatles rolled into one. He made his way around the room to renewed cheer at each encounter.

Becky’s friends saw she couldn’t take her eyes of him. She followed him around the room by making silly glances. The longer he stayed out the more overt she became.

When he was really closed girls started to giggle and whisper.

Finally, he got to Becky. She was flush with embarrassment but filled with excitement. She could feel her panties wet.

James, ever the showman, flipped his big dick around like a club. He rubbed it all over Becky’s tight body with a smile. Bat-man seemed to like little Becky. He stuck around, made small talk and got extra close.

Becky also noticed something amazing: James’s cock was getting bigger. Like many of the other girls Becky started to stroke his cock in fun but for her it seemed to be getting hard.

By the time James moved on (he was obligated to do so) Becky was sure he had a hard on. EVERYONE in the club was whispering in either jealousy or excitement. She got high fives from a bunch of women she had never met.

“This was a good idea,” Becky whimsically announced to herself.

The fun was just starting.

When the club closed the girls took a cab back to their hotel room. Completely drained Becky felt on her bed. Such a fun night. Oh and James. James was so amazing. She started touching herself to him. Sweat started to come off her working her clit so gently.

Just then a knock on the door.

“Come in, the door is propped open”

In came James.

Becky was floored. Her friends!!! They must have done it. But the shock was too much to think about that right now. Here he was: Bat-man.

Without a word he removed her glasses. “What an idiot,” Becky thought to herself. “I can’t believe I wore them out!! My contacts!!”

James did not seem to care. That was good.

“What are you doing here,” she stammered. She knew why. He knew why too.

He slowly removed her top to reveal her hard as a rock nipples. Her large areolas covered most of her A cups. James did not stop there.

He wasted no time. Before she could think again he was on top of her. The thick bulb of his massive cock was squeezing into her soaked hole.

Five inches he pushed into her (that left 8 to go) when she first realized she was ACTUALLY being fucked by a man. She couldn’t even remember the last time she touched a man before tonight.

Now this gigantic dick was pressing her insides apart. She started to get nervous and tried to free herself to catch her breath.

There was no breather coming. James had pinned her down by her wrists and was stronger than any man she would ever meet.

She didn’t want to admit it to herself but her vagina was responding to him. While trying to open wide for him it was also trying to milk his fat shaft.

“Deeper,” she moaned.

“Like you have a choice,” he grunted back.

The deeper James’s dick went inside her the faster he trusted.

He let go of her left hand to put his hand around her neck. He gently but firmly held it there with defiance in his eyes. If you had asked her an hour ago if she would have wanted this she would have said hell no. But now…now it was ok….now she wanted it.

“Choke me harder.” Was this her? Did she really say that?

She did. She did and she meant it. She liked it. She loved it.

His big dick was throbbing inside her now. It was at full thickness and length when a thought came to Becky’s head: “don’t cum for him.” Jen had asked that. Jen.

“He has to cum soon,” Becky thought. She thought wrong.

She tried so hard to resist the tingle in her wrists and ankles. She tried to ignore the welling up feeling in her chest. He skin seemed on fire in the most exotic and sensual way.

The more she tried to fight it the more the feeling build. He was fucking her so well and she couldn’t do anything about it. She tried so hard to fight tears welled up in her eyes.

Then she cam all over his amazing cock. And again. And again. All that she had pushed back was overflowing out of her. She body shuttered and shook in orgasm.

After a time completely unquantifiable to her she thought it might be over. A little disappointed her head was clearing. She would never cum for a man again she thought to herself.

But she was wrong. He KEPT fucking her. Becky’s body warmed again. His cock was still 4 inches from being all the way in and he was going to get there. James continued to pump.

Again she pushed back and again it was useless. She could feel her fresh orgasm lubricate his fat cock even more. Becky swooned and passed out.

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All day Becky could still feel James inside her. Her pelvis felt as if someone had tried to pry it apart. Walking was a cross between a limp and a ducks walk.

Jen must have noticed. If she did she didn’t show it.

But she must have known something: she didn’t ask a single thing about the night for 3 days. This was about the time Becky stopped walking funny.

That night Jen called to Becky, “Come upstairs”

When Becky opened the door her jaw hit the floor.

There with his naked dong in full attention was James. Jen was jerking it off slowly – her hand not able to reach all the way around it.

Before the three of them fucked like mad Jen stated matter of factly:

“All you had to do was ask!”

James would get it all in this time.

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I’d like to first apologize for my extended absence! I became frustrated by anonymous critics who would pick my stories apart. So if this story is in no way interesting to you, please do not read all of it and then anonymously comment on how bad you thought it was.. I appreciate feedback and criticism but if I do not know the source then how could I trust its expertise? For everyone else please enjoy, the usual standard age of eighteen and above, is held by all in this story!

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Begging for a Pegging

This story starts like most. You will most likely find it predictable, mimicking the rest of the story’s you read here. I’d like to think mine is different, stands alone…however I’d be a fool to think that.

You know…you’re madly in love with her. To be in her presence was your number one priority. She finds this charming and cute, deciding then to say yes, she will go out with you.

You see her as a porcelain doll, afraid to move her from the shelf. Looking like every hot actress you had a crush on. The honey colored ringlets of her fabulously smelling hair, were identical to each other, giving the impression she had worked for hours to achieve the look. If she wore makeup it was to pull focus to that particular area. Full lips, high cheeks and a gleaming white smile that was contagious infecting everyone in its path. Liquid blue pools that shimmered, sitting behind the lush long lashes with the perfect curl. They would steal the words you have practiced a hundred times. They had the power to ensnare you to worship at her cute pedicured feet. An hourglass would inquire how she keeps her shape, while maintaining an image that angels were jealous of. She was the girl next door, the one you wanted to introduce to mom. The popular cheerleader all the guys wanted and the girls wanted to be.

We were inseparable, finished each other’s sentences, all those cliches fit like a glove. We were made for each other! My career in information technology, for a leading internet security company, guaranteed that I would live comfortably. Not having to worry about where I was going to sleep. Knowing that I could keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to had to explain her attraction to me. Never admitting that to me when I asked, her answer was that I was different from the rest of the guys. She is so wholesome and pure, it never occurred to me that she could be lying.

We had a Harlequin romance, it seemed that we were invincible to the problems that killed so many other people’s marriages. The perfect house, in the perfect neighborhood. The nice cars, with nice clothes, the Jones’ people were trying to keep up with. Nice party’s with nice people, I could never see any flaw.

The overwhelming demands of a homemaker must have been awful. She wore it well, the only place she raised her voice was in our bedroom. The sounds she made during our lovemaking were arousing by themselves. She was aggressive, using crass words for anatomy, dreaming up new ways and places to enjoy each other. The ideas and fantasies she came up with, mixed with an underlying hunger, spurred our desire in bed.

I admit that some made me blush, and shy away from trying. You see I never had any luck with women, a stable career was my interest. Not the best looking guy in the crowd I was often turned down, if I managed to ask for a date. Inheriting my mother’s meekness, and frail looking structure most people called me a nerd or a geek. I found increasing my intelligence more appealing than getting a girl into bed. In fact she was the one that made me a man.

She was sexy, and naughty. She would wear underclothes gaziantep escort that were transparent and take on different personas. School-girl, babysitter, cheerleader roles she would act out wearing scandalous outfits. The scenarios began rather tame, slowly progressing, without seeming like they did. Had me looking forward to what naughty thing she would come up with next.

It was on a night much like the thousand before, she casually asked if she could tie me up. My face showed how confused I was at the request. “How would I touch you or move the way you liked?” Her laughter made me blush for asking.

“Come on it will be fun teasing you making you mad with desire.” Her smiling innocent look melted me. I would agree to letting her bury me up to the neck in sand at that point.

She must have been a scout in a past life. Like a spider spinning web with grace and beauty she bound me. The final position I found myself in was a bit uncomfortable. My face in a pillow, my back at a thirty five degree angle, knees apart with my arms inside of them. I could easily scratch my feet if they itched. Had to turn my head if I was to continue breathing, my eyes searching the room for her. I wasn’t comfortable, I wondered how I would be able to penetrate in this position.

A tingling sensation in my fingers and toes started me worrying if they had plenty of circulation. I opened my mouth to voice my protest, when a rubber ball found its way in. Straps of leather on each side attached behind my head. Making the contraption impossible to remove, or speak! Attempting to shake my head no, just rubbed my face into the pillow making it impossible to breathe. I had to face one direction or another. She had placed a mirror in my line of site now, in its reflection was the scariest thing I had ever seen. The entire side of my body was displayed, I could see and feel the binding rope dig into my skin as I attempted to free myself. Struggling only served to tighten the hold they had on me!

She appeared out of nowhere, wearing what looked like liquid rubber. The outfit molded to her curves and had a shine to it. It zipped in the center of her body, the zipper itself rested on the down slope of her large breasts. Hanging free below the cavern of cleavage between them. The sleeves ended into gloves covering her arms to her polished nails. The right hand held a wip, it had several tassels exploding from the grip. The left hand loosely held what scared death into me.

The phallus she wore was the biggest I’d ever seen. So realistically crafted I could make out lines and veins. The color matched the outfit, light reflected off of the deep ebony giving it a sheen. My panic must be obvious to her. She laughed as my eyes pleaded for her to stop this fiasco. Her words burned my ears with profanities. Letting go of her newly acquired appendage, she grabbed my testicals and penis, fitting some restrictive ring at the base of the two. This action tightened the flesh that held my testicals in. Another piece was being added to the ring, I couldn’t quite make out what it was, as she adjusted me, there became some discomfort, it felt as if she was pushing my penis into my body, then there was a click.

The pillow beneath me was soon wet with the saliva leaking from my opened mouth. Muffled protest and frightened looks had no effect on her. I was at her mercy. She wielded that whip like a master painter, sinking the tassels into the alabaster flesh of my butt. Leaving the welts they produced to stand away from the canvas of the masterpiece she was beginning to create. My screams and cries went unheard, drowned out by the crack of each swing. Speaking madness, she threatened to violate my body in unheard ways, Often laughter followed each one.

She finally dropped the weapon that was causing the excruciating burn to my backside. Holding the phallus that was somehow attached to her, bringing it to my face for me to see how disproportionate it was to my own. The girth alone was too big for her to wrap her hand around completely. Lengthwise it appeared to be a yard long. The cap of the head mushroomed into the base and even had a urethra for urinating if it could.

The threats of her violating me became very graphic, describing exactly her intentions. My own penis found achieving an erect state impossible, in fact even painful if enough blood flow was permitted. Then the bottle of lubricant was extracted from the drawer of the nightstand, as she moved into position to carry out her threats.

The fabric of the outfit she wore was as soft as suede, resting each of her knees between mine provided a cool feeling inside of my thighs. I could still see my profile, and hers, in a far more menacing light. The gel flowed, drowning the flesh it covered in cool slickness. A sigh of relief as it cooled the fire on my freshly tanned hide.

Her laugh bellowed, then she said “I just knew you were going to like getting fucked by a big black hard cock. I know I sure do! ” My brain exploded! Bombarded with images of lust, and sleazy ideas, her mouth perfectly described. It was like I was there witnessing everything she said.

Bulking black men, taking her, sometimes as many as three. Violating every orifice, their bare flesh opening her holes. I could see it happen in my mind’s eye, and wondered why my penis struggled even harder to become erect. Her words like a cattle pod, jolting life into it, as I grimaced in pain. Then to hear her laughter again

The sweat now joined my pooling saliva on the pillows case. A freshly reddened butt now dripped clear lubricant thickly applied. Two of her overly long fingers easily slid inside of me.

“What a slut!” She said, when I grunted the moment her fingers slid in. She probed as deep as she could with two. Then she added another finger, twisting her wrist suddenly clockwise and back. Drawing another moan out of me, any noise I made sounded like I enjoyed everything she was doing or saying.

“See you are a slut! Can’t wait for me to fuck you with this black firehose can you?” My grunts were the answers to her questions.

Then suddenly her hand was gone. The quickness of her withdrawal left me open, exposing my colon to the cool air. The cheeks of my ass were now being spread apart by the massive crown on the toy she wore. It’s tip now filling the gap her fingers left behind. A slow push and it found its way inside. The thickness stretched me in every direction, sending shocks that clenched the muscle involuntarily.

“That’s it, tighten that pussy for me, because I know you want to be able to feel every inch of it entering you don’t you slut?” she purred the words sounding seductive. The noise I made only confirmed her words.

She fed its length completely inside, I could feel the cool of her outfit on my red ass. She started pulling, sliding out of me, naturally the muscle relaxed the grip. At the cusp of her fully withdrawing she paused, and listened to the sounds I made.

“More.. deeper… harder… see darling you are a slut.” Driving her cock inside again quickly , and then out, developing a rhythm. She was now fucking me hard.. I never used the force she was using violently thrusting in quickly pulling out. Her perfected pattern massaged my prostate like a clitorius. Without any way to stop it, my ejaculation erupted.

“You always cum for black cock you slut?” The humiliation of the truth made me blush. My face felt like it was on fire. The violation continued, smacking her hand on my rear on her withdrawal, then pulling on my hips slamming herself inside.

She enjoyed what she was doing to me. Slapping my ass, abusing my hole with the weapon she wore. She called me filthy names, sissy and wimp were just some. Degrading me as she defiled me she laughed at me while she did it. I remember her even telling me she would make me her bitch. I’m not quite sure what she meant but something told me I would find out.

Forty minutes had passed with the intensity never fading. The entire pillow was saturated. Her stroke was as barbaric as cave-dwellers, and some animals. She took me until i came two two more times from the onslaught, she told me to brace myself. She sped up her tempo and announced that she was coming. A rush of warmth filled my bowles, stretching me further, expelling out, then down to the sheet below. She quickly exited my anus, then appeared in front of my face. I watched in horror as what resembled cum flowed from the phallus she expertly fucked me with.

Treating me as one would a whore, I laid there buried in my shame. I came! She made me cum three times. I couldn’t be more humiliated. Did this mean I was gay? Questions about my sexual orientation were flooding my head. Until finally I decided I didn’t enjoy being forced to do it. I would tell her in the morning that I wanted never to repeat what happened last night.

“Just wait baby now you’re going to learn how to swallow a big cock.” Again she laughed. Her deviant smile along with that sinister laugh will haunt me forever! Oh god!

She couldn’t be serious, she wouldn’t put that thing in my mouth after violating my ass with it. Would she? Ok she will wash it in soap and water, I just know it. I thought. How very wrong that assumption was. The gag was removed, but before I could protest the head of her cock was thrust in my mouth. A tangy flavor followed its entry filling my mouth up with saliva. I drooled, as excess spit was forced out by the thick cock wanting to take its place. She slowly started a pattern to fucking my face all the while her hand was at the back of my head to help guide the cock into the depths of my stretching mouth. I would gag every time she touched the entrance of my throat. As saliva increased exponentially, it caused me to swallow involuntarily.

She was a pro! Timing it perfectly, she forced the head of her cock into my open throat. It instantly stole my ability to breathe, as the inches stretched my throat open for her violation. Withdrawing enough just so I would not die of asphyxiation. Then again it wormed its way into the depths of my esophagus.

For thirty minutes this pattern continued. To my utter horror the phallus twitched and pulsed. Then a warm feeling raced to my stomach. She came in my throat. I struggled to escape her but I failed. She emptied herself into my unwilling throat. On the withdrawal she made sure to leave the last rope stretched down my tongue so I could taste what she had just deposited into me.

“That’s the real thing baby. I had some friends get a collection going. You now have cum from every guy on our block in your cute little mouth. Now be a good whore and swallow it.” laughing the entire tome of the announvI was beyond humiliated however I complied to her request. Retching the goo down. Finally freeing my mouth of the large rope. The flavor of it stayed behind. It burned into my taste buds so it would be impossible to forget the flavor. I was so ashamed.

Thanks for reading part one!

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Soeliram,

Anak manis djanganlah ditjioem;

Kalaoe ditjioem merahlah pipinja.

“Sweet child, let her not be kissed,” she sings in her native tongue, “or ruddy will her cheeks turn:soeliram…” Her voice tinkles and her spirit soars, as the bundle in her arms latches onto her full brown breast. The child’s eyes are wide and sincere, sparkling like burnished bronze under candlelight, as mother and baby commune through song and shared body-being. “Anak manis,” she warbles again, “sweet child…” Her own eyes gleam happily, as baby’s slowly close, softly urged into slumber by the stroking of a maternal finger. She gently places him in the cot, folds over the blankets, stows her breast back into her bra, and buttons up her faded floral-print dress.

She looks around, the fading moment of shared beauty belied by the tawdry reality of her bedsit. Black mould adorns the corner of the ceiling above the sink, and the curtains are not quite large enough to keep out the fading summer light and the view of the grey smoke-stacked city outside.

Soeliram,

Kalaoe toean dapat kawan baroe,

Kawan jang lama ditinggalkan djangan.

She sighs at the irony of the words: “If you find a new friend, let not the former be forgotten:soeliram…” And, as if on cue, a sharp whistle outside the window summons her. Checking baby one last time, she lets herself out the door, tiptoes barefoot down two Ankara Yabancı Escort flights of rough stairs, into the bin yard by the rear alleyway.

Ignoring the stink of refuse, their lips mash desperately together. “Emiel,” she mutters into his bearded face. “Snel — quick. Maybe baby no long sleep,” she stumbles in a language not her own. She grasps at the erection already straining at his breeches, which they release with a joint fumble. There is a brief glimpse of his tumescent penis, before he yanks the front of her dress upwards, pushes her panty gusset to one side with a gnarled hand, and slams his shaft into her.

She squeals at the unprepared penetration, wrapping her arms tightly around his buttocks so as to hold him fast inside till the pain fades. “What a hot fucking pussy –godverdomme!” marvels Emiel, as his penis begins to burrow in and out of her nascent wetness. “Dirty filthy immigrant cunt, desperate to get fucked while your bloke’s off God-knows-where trying to scrape together a living. That’s it, isn’t it?”

She understands little of what he is saying, but latches onto the few words which seem to bring him pleasure: “Fuck my pussy, Emiel,” she echoes, “neuk m’n poesje — good like that,ja?” Emiel’s member seems to appreciate her linguistic efforts, stiffening as it pounds harder into her, his glans beating brutally against her cervix, balls slapping noisily against her Bahçelievler Escort skin. She is not sure why she does this: the money helps keep the baby, to be sure; but perhaps also, the physical touch — hardly tenderness — is some consolation for her lost, lonely, foreign soul.

He yanks at the top of her dress, scattering buttons and pulling down her bra so that her exposed breasts bulge obscenely upwards. “Oh yeah, I love these tits, baby!” he exclaims, slapping and tweaking her damp dark nipples.

“Nee, no tits, Emiel.Tieten for baby now,” she pleads. “Come, better you fuck arse –neuk m’n kont, okay?” she continues, extracting his penis and twisting around to proffer her backside. He pushes her torso down onto a grime-streaked metal dustbin lid, her slender brown buttocks mooning skyward. Hawking a large gob of spit onto her anus, he presses his bulging glans into the puddle of warm saliva, and lunges.

She bites her lip to stop herself screaming. “Ohja Emiel,” she mutters through clenched trembling lips, “you like fuck my arse? You wan’ come in arse?” She senses that he is close, and is pleased: this may earn her an extra couple of guilders.

But then — she hears it first, of course, and freezes. That little squeak from inside the upstairs window: not crying, barely even mewling, just a little treble cracking sound which no one but herself would recognise. Butshe knows — and now her Balgat Escort breasts begin to leak. The brutal pounding at her anus is forgotten. “Baby!” she whimpers.

“Nee,” says Emiel, with faux authority, “you’re imagining it,” he chuckles, as he continues to pile-drive deep into her. “You want me to come in this fuckin’ arse, eh, bitch? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Nu, come now,” she urges him, as another high-pitched morsel of sound pierces the air, still barely crying — but even Emiel hears it now.

“Fuck,” he curses, speeding up his pounding. She bites her lip harder, as the pain in her backside surges, the tingling in her nipples grows, and the milk begins to spurt, now dribbling down the dustbin lid and wetting the front of her dress.

“Nee, must go — baby!” she cries, as at last her little one launches into an insistent full-throated wail which echoes out the window and into the yard. She pushes back and bears down, forcing Emiel’s throbbing erection out, noisily breaking wind after it, and then running, bare feet nearly slipping on a rotting apple skin discarded on the concrete. Her exposed breasts continue to spurt, and she has only one thought now: to honour the summons, to return to that state of joyful communion, to be truly loved, again, still.

Emiel’s stiff penis, barely expelled from her pungent orifice, explodes nevertheless, semen jetting out in thick spurts which fly after her, a drop or two catching one retreating bare heel, but mainly splattering unappreciated across the bin. “Godverdomme!” he roars, in simultaneous relief and humiliation. “Fuck you, bitch!”

But she has gone. And two stories above, her window slams shut.

Soeliram… Anak manis… She is home again. Eyes and breasts alike weep, as baby latches on, and she feels truth and beauty and light in her body once more.

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Chloe was, she supposed, someone who might be referred to as “quiet”… at least by the standards of the students with whom she shared a flat.

They went out at least three times a week, usually to the campus nightclub (though, every so often, they’d venture into town to go to a “real” club). Before going out they would spend several hours in the kitchen, pre-drinking and playing noisy, chaotic games that almost always resulted in something getting broken. After going out they would return home at three in the morning, talking in hushed voices that were somehow louder than their normal voices.

After a few gallant outings during Fresher’s Week, Chloe had decided that clubbing wasn’t for her. After briefly trying to persuade her otherwise, her flatmates accepted this. They’d invite her out to the pub every so often, but it was given, now, that if they were going out out, Chloe would be staying at home.

This situation now put her at a frustrating disadvantage. What she wanted to do, Chloe thought to herself, was hook up with a boy. And hooking up was something that mostly happened at nightclubs. That was certainly how her flatmates managed it. In fact, some of her flatmates were enviably good at it.

Kate, for example. Kate was the girl in the room next door to Chloe, and Kate was particularly good at attracting the attention of broad-shouldered boys with posh accents and wet-looking hair. At least once a week, it seemed, she would return from a night out with one of them following along in her wake.

Chloe was under no illusion that these boys were just friends. They were Kate’s conquests, or she theirs. Chloe knew this because her room shared a thin cinder block wall with Kate’s room. When Kate hooked up with a boy, Chloe could hear everything.

The noises Kate made were almost always the same — exaggerated, tortured, porny moans that somehow, though infuriatingly fake, would turn Chloe on. The boys would grunt, mostly — sometimes low, satisfied grunts and sometimes a high and desperate ones.

Kate would always apologise in the morning. “I’m sorry,” she’d say. “Were we too loud? Oh gawd. SO embarrassing. We just got… you know… a bit carried away.”

And though she blushed while apologising, Chloe couldn’t help but feel that Kate was somehow bragging — somehow showing off to her, to Chloe (who had never brought a boy back to her narrow little halls bedroom, and had never moaned theatrically underneath a different boy two nights in a row, and who in fact had never had a boy so much as buy her a drink).

The ease with which Kate managed to bring attractive specimens home with her made Chloe feel like something of an ugly duckling by comparison. Or… not ugly, as such, but ungainly. Kate knew exactly what she was doing. Boys were effortless for her.

Chloe had witnessed this in the first few chaotic weeks of term when she had ventured out with the group. She’d watched Kate be approached by a seemingly-endless stream of boys, and watched as she flirted with those she liked, dismissed those she didn’t, and steadily harvested drinks and fawning compliments and attention all night long.

It was something which had hardly bothered Chloe at the time. Now, however, she felt almost sick with envy at the thought of how easily Kate would be able to source a willing cock to suck. And the thought that she, Chloe, really didn’t know if she could.

Nonetheless, she had made up her mind: she was going to try.

*

She picked a Wednesday, because nobody from her flat ever went out on a Wednesday. And she timed her exit carefully so that nobody would see her leaving halls in a short black dress and makeup that had taken her more than two hours to complete.

It was a brisk evening, and only just dark as she crossed campus. Chloe felt watched. She felt like she was wearing a costume. The dress was the shortest she owned, and it kept riding up her thighs to become even shorter. She had shaved her legs and they itched. Even for the short walk to the campus nightclub a coat would have been comforting.

She arrived. She joined the short queue at the door behind a white boy with dreadlocks. He eyed her openly as he finished a can of lager, and Chloe instantly fantasised about offering to suck his dick, and him accepting, and him taking her by the hand and leading her away somewhere, a room somewhere on campus, and making her kneel between his legs…

The boy with the dreadlocks appeared to lose interest in her. He was let in. Then Chloe: wristband, handstamp, into the slightly muggy warmth of the campus nightclub.

It wasn’t packed, but there were enough bodies that Chloe had to slide her way to the bar. She purchased a cider. Found a spot at the edge of the room. The music vibrated through the floor and through her feet and all the way up to her knees. She drank. She watched milling bodies — groups of people swimming between one another like fish.

And none of them looking at her.

How to approach a boy? How did Kate do it? Kate didn’t do it. Batıkent Escort Kate never approached a boy. Boys approached Kate.

Should she dance? Chloe didn’t want to dance, but she equally didn’t want to stand by the wall drinking alone all night.

Taking a breath, she insinuated herself into the crowd. Warm bodies on every side. She brushed up against boys. They moved around her. Gave her space. Bodies moving away from her, as though magnetically repelled. She paused and looked around, trying to make eye contact. Nobody.

For almost half an hour, Chloe tried. She did dance for a while. And boys floated into her periphery and then floated away again before she could really engage with them. Around her everyone was in their tight-knit nuclear groups — impossible to slip into. The longer she kept at it the more she felt obtrusive and obvious. A freak or a slut; someone who people were avoiding on purpose.

Piqued, she retired to the bar and ordered another cider, which she took to the edge of the dancefloor. As she went to take a sip someone lurched against her and knocked her drink neatly out of her hand. It splashed onto the floor in a slick of ice and liquid.

Irritated, Chloe looked up to see the boy with dreadlocks who she’d caught looking at her outside the front door. He was with his friends. In fact, it looked like his friends had been dragging him to the bar when he’d stumbled into her.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” he said, leaning close to shout in her ear.

“It’s fine,” said Chloe, but the music was too loud and he didn’t hear her. He apologised again and again, and then — quite suddenly — he had her by the arm and was taking her to the bar. Chloe let herself be taken. His name was Aaron, he whisper-shouted to her. And he was sorry. He wanted, he told her, to buy her a replacement drink. He felt guilty. He was so clumsy. Let him make it up to her.

Chloe felt a sudden shot of adrenaline. A maddening little impulse to act. Now. To do what she’d come here to do. The first boy that had spoken to her all night, yes, but why not him? She wasn’t sure if he remembered eyeing her in the queue, but the fact that he had made it feel bizarrely as though she knew him already.

He leaned in to speak into her ear again. “What do you want?” he said.

Chloe paused for a moment. And then she leaned in to him, and he obediently brought his ear down to her mouth so that she could speak. And she spoke, although she couldn’t hear her own words. She said, “What I really, actually want — if you don’t mind — is to suck you off.”

He recoiled, blinking. “Huh?” Expressions ranged across his face. Was he appalled? Annoyed? Disgusted? Chloe didn’t much care. The noise and the crowd and the fact that nobody would just notice her (like they might notice a girl like Kate) was irritating her past the point of caution. She beckoned him in again so she could speak into his ear.

“I want to suck your dick. Go down on you. I’m just… yeah. I don’t want a drink. I just want to do that for you.”

He recoiled again, staring at her in disbelief. Almost suspicion. “Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” said Chloe. He was staring at her, his expression still utterly shocked. How frustrating! Chloe felt a little ball of anger in her chest. How could she be any clearer? She’d gone to all the effort of making herself look nice. She’d come out. She’d danced. She’d plucked up the courage to just go ahead and ask. She’d done all the things. Why weren’t they on their way to his room already?

She leaned in again. “Do you want me to?” she said. “I’m going to ask someone else if not.”

That seemed to do it. Aaron looked around for his friends and, not seeing them, took Chloe’s hand and lead her out through the mass of people. They dived out into the smoking area, where he turned to her again.

“You’re sure? You really want to… you know… do that?”

It was dark out by now, and he looked different in the dark. Thinner. Younger. “I do,” said Chloe. “Can we go somewhere more private?”

“Yeah.” Aaron laughed, almost to himself, as though he couldn’t believe what was happening. And then he took her hand again (it wasn’t actually that unpleasant to hold hands with him, Chloe thought) and lead her out of the smoking area and across the square.

To Chloe’s surprise, they didn’t head towards the cluster of halls accommodation. Instead he led her down some steps and past the closed campus shop to the little cul-de-sac behind the Arts building where the recycling bins were stored. Six huge green skips overflowing with bundles of cardboard. The place was barely lit, shadowy and quiet. It was a dead end.

Chloe stopped in her tracks, uncertain.

“Where are we going?”

Aaron seemed unperturbed. “It’s quiet here.”

And he pulled her onward. And Chloe let herself be pulled onward, her moment of fear now behind her. She should be scared, she thought, but he was so young-looking and so Beşevler Escort boyishly horny that she felt not the least bit threatened by him. Quite the opposite in fact. She almost got the sense that he was scared of her.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t nervous. She felt jittery and tense, just as she had when unwrapping the dildo she had bought off the internet. She felt like something was about to happen. She knew something was about to happen.

In fact, she knew exactly what was about to happen. He was going to take her into the dark behind the bins, and she was going to get down on her knees and suck his cock. There, in a dirty, ratty alleyway, surrounded by trash. Not in a bedroom, like she’d imagined. Not after a long, quiet stroll across campus. No — it was going to happen now, just a few minutes after she’d first proposed the idea to him.

It required barely any time or thought at all for Chloe to decide to let it happen.

For just a split-second, she did contemplate pulling away. Insisting that they go somewhere more quiet. Demanding to be taken to his flat. Telling him that she wasn’t the kind of girl who sucked dick in alleyways with boys she’d only just met.

But that impulse lasted no longer than a split second. Because if she wasn’t that kind of girl it was only because she hadn’t yet had the opportunity to be.

She wanted to be that kind of girl. Sort of. She wanted it like she wanted to be pushed down on a cock to the point of choking. The thought of it turned her on so much that it made her light-headed and jittery. The reality was unpleasant, but the unpleasantness of it only made it more exciting.

It was humiliating, in a way. Being dragged out to a dirty alleyway to be used abruptly and unromantically. It was scary. Dark. It smelled like piss out here by the bins. It was too dark to see the boy’s face anymore. Part of her was uncertain and fearful and part of her wanted more: let him push me down, back me up against the side of a bin, fuck my mouth until I gag, grab my hair and come into my throat…

Chloe allowed herself to be pulled into the darkest little patch of darkness, where one big skip abutted another. She let the boy move her. When he pushed her down towards the ground she knelt, knees meeting concrete.

Things proceeded very quickly after that.

He undid his belt and pulled his cock out, and it was stiff already. Chloe, with a lurch of destabilising arousal, took it in both hands. Too dark to see, really, but it felt big. Thick and short rather than long, but pleasingly thick. It was in her mouth and she was pushing forward, overwhelmed momentarily, by the desire to gag on it.

She didn’t gag on it, but the girth of him forced her mouth open to a degree that made her jaw ache. A beautiful ache. Did she have all of him in her mouth already? Her nose was pressed into his pubic hair. No room for her hands on the shaft of his cock, so she was gripping the waistband of his jeans. She rolled her tongue against the massive obstruction in her mouth, and was rewarded when his cock gave a rapid, pulsing twitch.

That twitch was enough to make her forget almost everything else. The hard concrete under her knees. The stink of the bins. The dark and the danger. She wanted to feel his cock do that again and again and again, each time in response to something she was doing. She was making his cock twitch like that. She rolled her tongue against him again, and pushed forward some more, pulling on his belt for leverage.

She managed a good long suck before she gagged. Longer than she had managed the first time she went down on a boy. And when she did gag, the nauseating sensation of it was accompanied by a destabilising spike of arousal. She pulled back just far enough to swallow it down, catch a breath… and then she pushed herself forward again, impaling her face on his cock.

Aaron grunted. She felt his hand on the back of her head. Yes, she thought, yes, yes, yes, do it, push me down, make me, hold me, make me take it, choke me. An incoherent torrent of thought. But he didn’t push her down. He simply rested his hand there. He grunted again, and Chloe grunted in response around his cock.

This was so much better than the dildo. Warm. Alive. Twitching. A living thing — a biological cock attached to a real boy. A boy who would, she was sure, ejaculate into her mouth if she kept going for long enough.

That thought made her unhook one hand from his belt and delve in between his legs. His balls — grape-sized and so much more soft and tender than the balls of her practise dildo. No synthetic material could capture that feeling, Chloe thought; the feeling of complex and sensitive structures beneath a thin, warm skin.

She held them in her hand, closed her lips around the shaft of his cock and sucked. And then, without even a grunt of warning (and what felt like less than a minute after she had started touching him) he came in her mouth.

The first spurt of come actually Büyükesat Escort bypassed her mouth altogether and hit the back of her throat. Chloe felt it land there, warm and liquid, and in the brief half-second before she gagged she felt a thrill of arousal that felt maddeningly, tantalisingly close to orgasm.

A moment later she was choking. Messily. Abjectly. Her stomach convulsed and her throat closed up and her head spun. She was still holding his cock, still cupping his balls, but now he was outside her mouth, ejaculating onto her cheek as she drooled and coughed up the come he’d shot into her throat.

Even as she choked, though, Chloe was also seized by a sense of happy awe. His come was different. And not just a little bit different, but completely so. Which meant that, perhaps, every boy’s come was subtly different from every others, which was a possibility that excited her so acutely that it didn’t even matter that she was choking violently.

His come was sweet. Barely any salt to it at all. And liquid, too. The first load she’d had from the boy at the party had been syrupy — a little like a dose of olive oil or the yolk of an egg. The mouthful of it she’d swallowed had slipped down into her stomach in a mass.

This boy’s come, however, was much more watery. Sleek and sweet and thin, leaking out of her mouth even as it slipped down her convulsing throat. The come on her cheek barely clung there at all. She felt it drip hotly down, landing on the shoulder of her dress.

With a significant effort, Chloe suppressed the need to choke, and lunged forward, getting his cock back into her mouth in time to get the last couple of spurts of his come. Sweet, still, and so liquid that it practically sloshed in her mouth. She couldn’t swallow without gagging, which was immensely disappointing, and so she held it for a moment and then drooled it out around his cock.

When she was sure that he’d finished coming, Chloe rocked back on her heels. She gasped for breath. Cold air reached her face, tingling on the wet mix of spit and come on her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, and allowed herself, finally, to cough and gag until the urge to do so had disappeared.

When she looked up again, Aaron was standing above her, fiddling with his belt. She waited until he was done putting himself away and then stood. Her knees hurt a lot — a kind of ground glass feeling, accompanied by a muscular stiffness in her thighs. She winced.

“You okay?” said Aaron.

“Yeah,” she said.

They stood. An awkward silence. Both of them breathless. Chloe’s heart pounded.

“You… wanna go back?” said Aaron, touching her shoulder awkwardly.

“Yeah,” said Chloe. The world was still spinning a little, like she’d just come up from a long time underwater. “Yeah, I guess.”

Together they edged out from between the bins and set off out of the little cul-de-sac behind the Arts building. For one second, Chloe was quite sure that Aaron was going to take her hand again… but he clearly thought better of it, and they walked beside one another instead.

There was come on her dress, Chloe knew. She didn’t want to clean it off. It didn’t feel important. It was dark. Nobody would see. And she wanted it there so she could look at it later.

When they got close enough to the campus nightclub to hear the thud of the music once more, Chloe felt herself overcome with a kind of irritated lethargy. She didn’t want to go back in. She didn’t want to be around Aaron anymore. She wanted her space. She wanted it now, while the memories of what she’d just done were good and fresh and she could go over them and re-examine everything.

She stopped. Aaron stopped too. He turned to face her. Was he going to kiss her? Did he want to kiss her? Chloe couldn’t tell, and so she waited a moment before speaking to see if he would do anything. He didn’t.

“Listen,” she said. “I’m kind of tired.”

“Oh,” said Aaron. And then, “Sure, of course. Sure.”

“I think I’m going to head home.”

And he said that was fine, of course, and she reiterated how tired she was, and that she had a lecture the next day, and he said that was fine too, and she said that she wished she could stay out but she was just so sleepy, and he said he should probably go and find his friends anyway, and they both laughed, and in this manner they awkwardly and delicately disentangled themselves from one another and parted ways.

Chloe walked home across the campus. It was dark and quiet. Her knees hurt, her throat felt pleasingly slick, and her head was full of thoughts, her pussy throbbing gently with the need to be touched. A need which she was already anticipating attending to.

As she arrived back at the door to her halls building, she found herself wondering — for a very brief moment — if Aaron had wanted to kiss her. It was an odd thing to be curious about, because it didn’t matter now, and it hadn’t mattered to her then, and she wasn’t quite sure whether it would have mattered one way or the other if he had kissed her, though she didn’t know for sure.

For a moment Chloe pondered this question. Then her pussy gave a particularly pronounced throb of desire, and the question slid quietly out of her head. There were more immediate things to attend to, she decided, and she let herself into her building and went upstairs to her room.

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Not long after the first time that I whored myself out to enhance my husband’s career, Dan was offered a promotion into senior management. He would become a vice-president and head of a division. He would have to move to another city, Columbus, Ohio, but I could find work there in my field. I consulted with Mrs. Cardinal to verify that the Last Wives Club would help if my company wouldn’t transfer me. He accepted the promotion and we made preparations to have a commuter marriage until the kids and I could make the move. The two of us were invited to a reception to welcome him to the management team. My new dress was perfect for it. On our way to the dinner, Dan coached me on who I would be meeting, telling me what he knew about them so that I could make conversation. Of course I suspected that the club had something to do with his selection, but that was confirmed when he described one couple. At least I thought so. The Palmers were both ill and may not attend, he said. Mrs. Palmer was the VP of Human Relations. She had recently had surgery and there were rumors that she was dying. Her husband had a respiratory illness that had responded well to a new drug, but maybe not well enough to attend. So I had to contemplate the possibility that I would see one or both of them, and that she might know I was the sister who had sex with her husband, or that he might recognize me. I asked myself how a confident woman would respond if either of those occurred. The only answer that came to me was, ‘With aplomb.’ Of course, as the guest of honor, everyone who attended would congratulate Dan, so we were ask to stand to receive these as the guests entered. Sure enough, Mrs. Palmer and her husband did show up. She was wearing a head covering that suggested her hair was either shaved or had fallen out from chemotherapy. He was using a walker and while he seemed much stronger than he was when I last saw him, he was clearly weak. I had noticed a wheelchair with an oxygen tank in the corner of the room, and thought that might have been pre-placed for him. I looked straight into Mrs. Palmer’s eyes as she was introduced to me and saw no hint of recognition. I shook her hand and felt only infirmity. When I was introduced to Mr. Palmer, it was very clear that he was curious about me and was on the verge of recognizing me. My mask does not cover the lower half of my face, so he had everything from nose to necklace to work with. I saw a sudden sparkle in his eyes as he looked back up into mine. I shook his hand, leaned etimesgut escort over and said, “My special friends call me Cate, but not here.” I heard a sharp intake of breath from Mrs. Cleveland, indicating that she had heard and understood. Mr. Palmer smiled and said, “Pleased to meet you, my dear.”, but his handshake included an extra squeeze. Mrs. Palmer caught up with me later in the ladies room and, after checking that we were alone, broke the ice with. “My dear, I believe I owe you an apology. I left you with a false impression. The woman whose career you sought to damage is not a sister. She’s… she’s my daughter. If you have any daughters, pray that they don’t become like her. She is a serial homewrecker. I’m glad she didn’t succeed with you.” “Homewrecker?” “Perhaps they’re no longer called that. She seeks out married men and then deliberately exposes their affairs to their wives. It’s a result of her discovery of my husband’s….” “I understand. But her last name is not the same.” “She married and divorced before she left college. She was not recruited and we are better for it. But I cannot act against her. I never heard from you or your sponsor on whose career to enhance, but it looks like that wasn’t necessary. I will find a way to express my gratitude for what you did for us. The kiss on the forehead and the blown kiss at the doorway were especially nice touches. Don’t worry, the security tapes were erased.” I was embarrassed at the thought that she had seen video of me sucking and fucking her husband. I could only think to thank her, and to apologize for my attempt to use her influence for petty revenge. She assured me that it was quite understandable and easily forgiven. We parted friends. But as a result of her explanation, I had to reconsider my suspicions about the club. She was a mother protecting her daughter, not a sponsor (or another sister) protecting a sister. Kyra had almost certainly manipulated me into the sex trade aspect of the club, but nobody had sent this bitch to tip the balance. She was just an emotionally disturbed bitch. As the mother of a thirteen year old daughter, I felt a responsibility for shaping her attitudes toward marriage. I mentally sighed as I added that to the burden of living within a false marriage. Sadly, I learned of Mr. P’s death a few weeks later, followed by Mrs. C’s a month later. That was during the time when my husband was commuting on weekends, between Columbus and St. Louis, etlik escort to keep our marriage together and to be a father to our children. Amazingly, Mrs. Cleveland bequeathed a share of her unspent NQA account to me. I was up ten thousand dollars as a result of my kindness to them! Dan moved into an apartment in Columbus before I could manage to do much to improve our sex life. Before he left, I had oral sex with him once, letting him come on my chest. He reminded me how good he was at licking pussy. I had gotten over my thing about having simultaneous orgasms, but I still could not touch myself in front of him, and we still weren’t having sex more than once a week. It was simply too hard to find the time and the privacy without waiting until late at night, and by then the enthusiasm had ebbed. We were much happier in each other’s company, but the stresses of the impending separation were hard on both of us and the kids. On Kyra’s advice, I decided to stay with my company because they agreed to transfer me to Columbus in 8 months and it would likely be a promotion. It would also coincide with the end of a school year, so the kids wouldn’t have to leave in the middle. Kyra also advised me to rely on Margo as a source of logistical support. “She can get you sitters, nannies, shoppers, and of course, drivers and bodyguards. And one more thing, sweetie. Consider sending gifts to Dan. Your sisters can help you keep him safe.” It was hard advice to hear, but I took it. I filled out a profile for him in the husband database and placed my first ad. I modeled it on another ad. Favor needed: Seeking gift(s) for husband relocated to Columbus, OH, by promotion. Long separation likely. Offering NQA compensation. First time gift. Email correspondence. I checked my secret email just four hours later and found 7 messages. I began reading them and by the time I finished, there were two more. Three of these said that I should hope that Mrs. Malibu responded and if so, get her for the first time gift. Then consider the respondent available for subsequent gifts. I waited until the next day, to give more time for more responses. There was only one more. I opened it with hope and scrolled to the bottom. It was from Mrs. Malibu. This was her message. Hi Sugar! I hope you haven’t struck a deal yet. I love to be the first gift a husband gets, before he gets a chance to compare me to some of the younger fillies in the stable. 😉 😀 I love it so much, I won’t even eve gelen escort charge you for it! This works so much better if I can call you on the phone. My number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Please call me. I can help with your profiles, too. Love, Barbie Malibu I actually snorted when I read her name. I immediately called Kyra and told her that I was advertising for a gift for Dan. “Oh, you want Barbie Malibu.” “You’re kidding, There’s a sister named Barbie Malibu?” “Yep. Cruelest joke ever played by a sponsor, but Barbara turned it into gold. I can have her contact you.” “That’s okay. Mrs. Malibu responded. She wants to talk to me.” “I recommend her, for a lot of reasons. You’ll see.” “Thanks.” I called Mrs. Malibu, and I became very glad that I did. She was 41, a little older than I wanted to send, but I could see the wisdom of sending her when she asked all the right questions about how to make the gift have the best effect. She had a marvelous sense of humor and really helped to ease my mind about the whole process of gifting her. I had initially thought of sending the first gift in a burqa, but she convinced me that a trenchcoat and mask would be so much more impressive. She wasn’t local to Columbus, so I did transfer some NQA money for gas for her car. 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I’m getting on the interstate, so I better go.” “Thanks, Barbara. Drive carefully.” “Love you both. Bye.” I had sent her to him after nine days of not seeing him. He couldn’t get home every weekend, but he would be coming home in just a few days. I was tempted not to call, but she said he would be expecting it, and I did feel that I could trust her. So I enlisted my daughter to help give me some privacy. I told her that I had to make a long phone call to her father and that she should make sure that her brothers did not disturb me. “Make sure they go straight to bed when the movie is over.” “You’re not breaking up with Dad, are you?” “No, sweetie.

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I honestly thought that, after two years of commuting into the city for work, I’d experienced it all. Until that was, the afternoon of the points failure. Now that was an afternoon that will live long in the memory. Sorry, I’m getting a little ahead of myself, let me back track a little. I’d been traveling on the train to work for quite some time. You get to see the same faces day in, day out, but you never speak, never acknowledge that each other exists. It just isn’t done. The same train in, the same train out. Hoards of people being shuffled around like so much cattle, herded here and there. It’s a little brain numbing to be honest, but the pay in the city is so much better that you just put up with it. So as you can imagine it’s quite an occasion, sad as that may seem, when someone new appears on the platform at the same time for a few days, especially when she’s hot! I’d seen her for a few days in a row, the sign of a new commuter, getting on the train a door down from my usual spot. Being an inquisitive sort I wanted to get emek escort a closer look, so the next day I edged a little further down the platform to the next door, and slipped on behind her. I guessed she was in her late twenties or early thirties. She had a firm, fit body with curves in all the right places. She was smartly yet sexily dressed, shoulder length dark hair with a slight wave to it, large expressive deep brown eyes and a winning smile. Yeah I admit, I was smitten from the off! The only draw back was the ring of gold on her finger, but then I’m not sure my wife would have understood to be fair. It was a warm June day and work had been difficult to say the least, a long afternoon of frustrating meetings, the kind where everyone has an opinion and no-one can agree on anything. When I left the meeting room and someone mentioned that there were problems on my train line I sighed heavily, Fucking typical! I cleared it with my boss, grabbed my bag and left a little earlier eryaman escort than usual. I hopped on a bus to the station and arrived to find an over-stuffed concourse. I looked up at the departure board and saw that there was a train set to leave in two minutes, and its first stop was my station. I gripped my bag tightly and ran for the platform, bundling past lots of bemused and confused tourists. I could see the train before me, and it looked busy. I tried to get on at the first door, but there was no room. I stepped back and looked along the length of the train, and there she was, walking along right up at the front. She had a white vest top on and a short green tartan skirt. I knew I had to get on that train, and I had to get on at that door. Just then the whistle blew, the one-minute warning! I ran faster than ever, the sweat beading my brow as I sped along the overstuffed train, I was getting close when the little squeaky door warning sounded, as the doors began esat escort to glide closed I forced my way inside, face to face into the object of my desires. The train lurched into movement as we stumbled for balance, but being so well packed in it wasn’t much of a problem. What was a problem, for me at least, was that I had her delightfully fit body pressed hard against mine. She turned her wide brown eyes up at me and smiled sweetly. “Sorry,” I stammered. “That’s ok,” she smiled. “It is a little cosy in here isn’t it?” I smiled back. I was trying to control my breathing after the frantic run along the platform, but with it being so crammed and quite a warm day I was taking a while to catch my breath. Not such a problem you’re thinking? The trouble was every time I breathed deeply my chest would push out and brush against her proudly prominent and very nice looking breasts. We tried not looking at each other in a very British way of behaving, but there really wasn’t much choice. I blushed a little and saw my colouring reflected in her own cheeks. The train rocked gently back and forth as it wound it’s way out of the station. I can only assume it was the motion of her breasts rubbing repeatedly across my heaving chest, but I could feel her nipples as they stiffened. I dared a glance down and there was no mistaking the proud buds as they stood out.

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The following day, Sunday, Pete was at home waiting for Dave to come round. His Mom was upstairs doing the beds and generally cleaning as she usually did on a Sunday.

The backdoor was open, so Dave was able to just come into the kitchen without ringing the bell at the front door, which was sneaky but very much like Dave. He was probably hoping to surprise Pete’s Mom.

“Hullo, Pete. Where is she?”

“Hi Dave. She’s upstairs doing the bedrooms.”

“Excellent!” Said Dave and, quietly, made his way up the stairs.

Pete had not mentioned going to see Dave’s mom the previous day to Dave, and he thought it highly unlikely that Miriam would have mentioned anything about it to him, since the only two items of note were Pete telling Dave’s mom that Pete was fucking one of the other boys’ moms, and that Dave’s mom had given him, Pete, a rather good handjob.

“No,” thought Pete, to himself, “she wouldn’t have told him either of those.”

From upstairs, he heard the surprised scream of his mother and he imagined Dave pouncing on her from behind. Dave was not one for much foreplay and Pete knew, if he were to follow upstairs, he would most likely find Dave already trying to squeeze his thick cock up inside his mother. He hoped that she had been given some chance to be ready for it.

Pete’s imagination continued to inform him about his mother, upstairs on his bed, with her knickers pulled to one side and Dave thrusting hard and lustfully into her. The picture was quite clear in his head and he felt no need to go up to check.

Just a week ago, he would have been interested in going and watching, maybe even joining in. He thought he heard his mother’s voice, “Oh, David!”, but it might just have been his imagination working overtime. Pete had other demetevler escort things to think about.

Pete was far more interested in what might happen between himself and Dave’s mom. The sexual activities of his own mother were now far less interesting to him than they had been so very recently.

Sure that neither Dave, nor his own mother, would miss him, he slipped out of the back door and made his way to Dave’s house.

Miriam opened to door to him, seemed surprised to see him, and then less surprised.

“David said that he was going to see you. I guess we both know where he is now?”

Pete agreed, although thinking to himself that he had a much better idea of exactly where Dave was. Pete’s imagination helped by providing yet another picture to him of his mother’s open thighs and a fully inserted Dave.

“Leaves me at a bit of a loose end,” he said, “so I thought I’d come over.”

“You’d better come in,” said Miriam, “and we’ll see what we can do about that loose end.”

Pete sensed an innuendo.

“I’ll get us some coffee. Go and sit down in there,” she said, indicating vaguely.

Pete went into the sitting room and plonked himself down on.the sofa. Making himself comfortable, and as available as he could, he undid his trousers and let his penis enjoy the new freedom.

“What’s that?”, said Miriam.

My Loose End”, said Pete.

“That looks a bit too loose to me!” Said Miriam.

‘Yes,” said Pete, “it needs to be taken in hand,”

Miriam giggled, put down the coffee, and sat down beside Pete, wrapping her hand around his ‘loose end’.

“Not so loose now,” she said.

“Taken captive,” agreed Pete, quite enjoying the banter.

“So Dave’s dikmen escort stood you up, again?”

“Not as well as you have.”

Miriam giggled again, her hand slowly stroking Pete’s stiff cock. It felt very good to Pete, he was thinking that it possibly felt good to Miriam, too.

Pete moved his arm around Dave’s mom’s back. Dave’s mom had a small, slim, but curvy body, he let his hand move down her side feeling the slight taper to her waist and then filling with the curve of her hips. Moving his hand further down, he felt the swelling round softness of her bottom. He squeezed her right asscheek gently.

“I don’t know if I like that, Pete!”

He moved his hand away, not wanting to go too far.

“Silly boy,” she said, “I didn’t say that I didn’t like it. What I meant was that I didn’t know if I should like it, but I’d like you to do it some more so that I could see how I feel about it.”

“Oh,” said Pete, “sorry!”

“If you do anything that I don’t want you to do, I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you to stop!”

Feeling emboldened, Pete moved his other hand to her breasts, giving her left breast another gentle squeeze.

“I don’t know if I like that, Pete!”

Pete moved his hand furthet across to her right breast, slipping his hand under her blouse and into her bra gently savouring the warmly receptive flesh with his fingers until his thumb and forefinger found the nipple and felt it stiffen.

“That I like, Pete,” she said, wrapping the words in a sort of a moan.

“You’re so incredibly sexy, Mrs White.”

:”You think so, Pete?” her hand was still around his stiff young cock. It felt wonderful.

“I want to fuck you, Miri!”

“Oh Pete…”, her hand tightened around elvankent escort his erect penis.

“Not this time, Pete, next time. I promise.”

“Can I cum on your tits, please, Miri?”

“If you want to, Pete.”

Miriam unbuttoned her blouse, her bra unclipped at the front so, upon undoing it and opening the cups to each side, her two breasts were fully revealed to Pete.

Pete thought that they were the most beautiful, most perfect, things he’d ever seen. Completely forgetting what he had wanted to do, he took one breast in each hand, gently, his thumbs hooked around the nipples and then buried his face between them.

After moving his face from side to side between them for a while, he moved his lips to her left nipple, licked and sucked, taking the swollen nub fully into his mouth and squeezing it between his lips, and then licking again.

Then he did the same for the right nipple, and then repeated again for both breasts.

“You have beautiful breasts, Miri,” he said. Somehow it seemed disrespectful to call them ‘tits’.

Standing up, in front of Dave’s mom, Pete was unsure what to do next and whether he really wanted to cum over her breasts like he had originally wanted.

Miriam made the decision for him. Taking his cock in hand again, she proceeded to give him a quick handjob. He felt the spunk which had been building up inside him erupting like a volcano over her upper body, creaming over her breasts topped by the nipples that Pete had so recently been licking and sucking and into the cleavage between them where Pete had buried his face.

Miriam then took his sticky cock into her mouth and proceeded to clean it and swallow the remaining semen still waiting to come out.

While she did that, she massaged his creamy cum into her breasts, up her body to her neck and down over her stomach.

Overcome by it all, Pete pushed her back

onto the sofa and pressed his lips against hers, one hand giving her right breast a gentle squeeze.. Miriam opened her mouth to his and he tasted his sperm on her tongue.

And next time he was going to get a fuck.

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