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Interrogatoire renforcé

Cette histoire est fictive et relève du fantasme, tous les personnages ont plus de 21 ans.

Introduction des principaux personnages et de la scène.

Safia est une jeune femme de 25 ans environs, elle fait environs 1.60 m pour 50 kilos, sa peau est blanches et légèrement bronzée. Elle vient d’être traînée manu militari dans une pièce relativement grande ou l’attendent 5 soldats en uniforme.

Il y a le capitaine Jackson, un spécialiste des interrogatoires de l’armée américaine, et deux femmes soldates, Cathy, une Américaine blonde de 40 ans, et Mélinda une afro-américaine, elles sont toutes les deux en treillis militaire.

Il y a aussi deux soldats hommes anonymes.

En dehors de la salle derrière une vitre sans teint, on retrouve le lieutenant Jermain, un instructeur formateur de de la police militaire et ses apprentis en formation pour devenir les futurs agents du renseignement.

Fin de l’introduction.

L’instructeur Jermain présente la détenue aux apprentis :

“Aujourd’hui, c’est un cours de travaux pratiques sur le traitement des prisonnières de guerre et des interrogatoires, nous avons Safia qui est la sœur d’un chef insurgé terroriste important issue d’une tribu puissante et influente hostile à la présence américaine. La jeune irakienne est entre les mains de l’armée américaine depuis environs 24 heures, elle n’a pas bu ni manger, et est restée attacher les mains dans le dos avec une cagoule sur la tête la plupart du temps. L’objectif de sa mission est de retrouver son frère ou d’identifier d’autres insurgés et d’avoir ds infirmations sur leur fonctionnent. Regardez bien comment l’expérimenté capitaine Jackson procède avec ce type de détenue.”

La cagoule de Safia lui est retirée et ses menottes retirées.

“Tout d’abord, il créer une discussion avec Safia qui parle très bien l’anglais” dit le lieutenant Jermain.

Le capitaine Jackson engage une conversation avec la prisonnière en lui demandant d’abord son nom, prénom, âge, nationalité lieu de naissance, niveau d’études. La fille répond Safia T, 25 ans, née à Bagdad dans un quartier chic, elle est irakienne et a fait des études de management dont une année à Boston ce qui explique qu’elle soit parfaitement anglophone.

Le capitaine lui demande ensuite sa profession, si elle est mariée, et si elle est en bonne santé. La jeune femme répond qu’elle aimerait travailler dans une entreprise informatique, qu’elle est célibataire et en parfaite santé.

Le lieutenant Jermain explique à ses élèves que “C’est important de créer un contact personnel en commençant par un dialogue amical et de mettre à l’aise la détenue en la libérant de ses entraves, pour lui faire relâcher la pression quelques instants.”

“Le comportement assez froid et distant de Safia est normal, elle vient de passer un sale moment, sous le choc de son arrestation et ne sait pas encore exactement ou elle est. La prison d’Abou Ghraib était réputée terrible sous l’Ancien Régime, et la détenue ignore de toute façon ou elle se trouve.”

Ensuite, “il faut poser des questions simples sur ce que nous voulons”.

Le capitaine dit à Safia que l’armée américaine cherche son frère et il lui demande si elle sait où il est.

La prisonnière lui répond qu’elle ne sait pas. Le militaire lui demande ensuite quand l’a t’elle vue pour la dernière foi, elle répond le mois dernier quand les résistants avaient pris le contrôle du quartier, son frère était avec elle, et depuis le lancement de l’assaut américain sur la zone, elle ne l’a pas vu. Jackson lui demande ensuite qu’est ce qu’elle a fait avec lui, de quoi a t’elle parler?

Safia répond qu’elle a parlé de ses problèmes avec son fiancée, qu’elle préfère annuler ses fiançailles , ainsi que des problèmes de la vie quotidienne et sa volonté de quitter l’Irak, ce a quoi le frère à répondu qu’elle sera bientôt en sécurité en Jordanie ou en Turquie.

Jackson lui répond ironiquement qu’elle est en sécurité entre les mains des Etats Unis. Ensuite, il lui demande ce qui motive son frère à résister à la plus grande puissance mondiale. La fille lui répond qu’il est un patriote et un combattant de la foi qui n’accepte pas de voir des Américains occuper son pays. Jackson lui dit qu’il le comprend et qu’a sa place, il ferait la même chose.

Il lui demande aussi s’il a des amis, qu’est ce qu’il faisait avant la guerre. Safia lui dit qu’il a deux vrais amis qui sont avec lui, ils sont fans de foot, et qu’avant la guerre, il voulait être kinésithérapeute.

Jermain commente “La fille dit sûrement vrai et se montre très coopérative” fait remarqué le formateur à ses étudiants dont l’un lui rétorque “Elle est innocente, et n’a pas l’air d’avoir d’informations importantes ne devrions-nous pas la libérer?”

Jermain lui répond “Quelques soit le degré de coopération un prisonnier peut toujours retenir des informations, et qu’il ne faut surtout pas la libérer pour le moment car elle pourrait indiquer à nos ennemis des informations mamak escort sur nous. C’est en fait notre otage.”.

“Une otage?” Réponds l’un des étudiants, “Oui, car entre nos mains nous avons un moyen de pression sur les insurgés, son frère sait que nous l’avons.”

“Mais pourquoi garder une innocente?” Demande l’étudiant.

“Innocente? Bien sûr qu’il peut arriver qu’une personne soit arrêtée et punie, car présente au mauvais endroit et au mauvais moment, ou parce qu’elle habite dans un foyer de la guérilla ennemie, c’est la vie, mais vous ne pouvez pas faire confiance à une prisonnière comme Safia sans l’avoir adoucie et imposée de mesure de coercition et de pression pour la rendre pleinement coopérative. Et qu’il est impossible de croire en ce qu’elle raconte sans quelques pressions physiques et psychologiques que certains appellent torture et d’autre interrogatoire renforcé.

Ne vous en faite pas, toutes les procédures son validé par le ministère de la Défense et les meilleurs juristes des Etats Unis affirment que nos pratiques respectent les conventions de Genève et ne sont pas de la torture, et que nous devons faire notre travail sans états d’âme dans le cadre du droit.”

Jermain ajoute que “Safia croit en la cause de son frère, chose normal et parfaitement compréhensible, mais que nous, notre but est d’obtenir une parfaite soumission et coopération de la détenue, ce qui passe par briser leur identité personne, leur estime d’eux même et leur système de valeur.”

Après ces quelques commentaires, la séance reprend. Le capitaine Jackson prend un ton plus autoritaire envers sa prisonnière et lui donne l’ordre de lever les bras pour qu’une soldate lui impose une palpation générale et s’assurer qu’elle n’a pas d’armes sur elle.

Safia reste très élégante malgré ses dernières heures mouvementées. Elle porte une belle robe traditionnelle arabe bleue, une veste noire et un joli hijab (voile, foulard) blanc qui lui couvre la tête et le cou. Elle à la tête baissée

Le lieutenant Jermain insiste sur l’importance de s’assurer que la personne à questionner ne cache rien et qu’il faut toujours fouiller les prisonniers de façon très sérieuse.

La séance continue et le capitaine Jackson donne l’ordre à la prisonnière se déshabiller complètement. Safia se met à trembler et dit qu’elle refuse de se déshabiller en public devant des hommes.

Le Lieutenant Jermain fait remarquer à ses étudiants qu’il est important de forcer une prisonnière à effectuer elle-même des actes humiliants et dégradants comme retirer ses habits devant des hommes. Imaginez une fille respectable, pudique, pieuse timide et bien élevée comme elle faire un strip-tease elle-même, c’est bien plus efficace que de la mettre à poil de force. De plus, c’est lui faire perdre tout contrôle sur elle-même et prendre un avantage psychologique important.”

Capitaine Jackson hausse durement le ton et répète à nouveau à l’Irakienne l’ordre de se déshabiller, sans faire d’histoires, sinon des moyens de coercitions seront employés et au final dans toutes les hypothèses elle se retrouvera sans vêtements. Que toute résistance est vaine, les gardiens et les gardiennes sont bien plus costaud que Safia et entraînés physiquement, et que ses vêtements seront arrachés et découpés.

Le formateur explique aux élèves que “L’interrogateur ici fait monter la pression sur la détenue pour obtenir sa collaboration avant d’user de la force”.

Safia se met à pleurer en disant qu’elle ne veut pas se mettre toute nue devant les hommes.

Jackson lui répond qu’il est un interrogateur et qu’il a le droit d’assister aux fouilles réglementaires et que maintenant ça suffit, la discussion est terminée, et il pousse Safia contre le mur.

Jermain reprend la parole “La discussion sur le déshabillage ne doit pas durer longtemps, un seul rappel et pas plus sinon la prisonnière va penser qu’elle a le pouvoir de discuter les autres, puis un peu de pression physique suffisent pour les rendre plus dociles.”

Captain Jackson ordonne à la jeune captive d’enlever sa veste, ce qu’elle fait.

Le formateur insiste sur “L’importance de fouiller les vêtements dans la recherche de tous objets illégaux, les vestes doivent être bien observés et étudier minutieusement, car il est facile d’y cacher des puces téléphoniques par exemple.”

L’inspection continue et Safia doit retirer le foulard qu’elle a sur les cheveux et le remettre à ses geôliers. Elle a des très beaux cheveux brun ondulés, volumineux qui dégage une bonne odeur de parfum oriental.

Jermain intervient devant ses apprenants pour dire “Elle doit porter un couvre-chef comme cette écharpe qu’elle porte lorsqu’elle sort de chez elle selon les règles de sa culture et de sa religion. Certes, nous savons que Safia le porte plus par tradition et respect pour sa famille que par conviction, car sur le campus de son école lors de son année aux USA, elle allait tête nue et s’habillait à l’occidental, ofise gelen escort elle portait même par moments lors de certaines occasions des tenues très osés et courtes.”

Une fois le foulard vérifié, il faut passer à la suite, et on ordonne à la fille d’enlever sa robe, une belle robe arabe bleu qui descend jusque à ses chevilles et est très ample et large.

Jermain réagit en disant : “Waow elle porte des sous vêtement de luxe, très sexy et très cher, cette petite coquine cache bien son jeux derrière sa tenue traditionnelle elle se fait très plaisir, si vous regardez bien sa culotte, vous verrez qu’elle mouille deja, elle sait qu’avec ça elle chauffe les mecs. Disons que dans le métier, avoir le droit d’assister aux fouilles à poil de femmes très sexy est une sacré chance, ça peut même créer des vocations.”

L’enseignant ajoute “Regardez son visage, elle est à la fois tellement embarrassée et humiliée de se déshabiller en public, mais elle est toute rouge, car elle sait l’effet qu’elle procure au mec qui la regarde, on a tous la bite bien raide ici en voyant ce spectacle et Safia voit bien les bosses qu’on les gardiens autour d’elle.”

La prisonnière doit ensuite retirer son soutien-gorge.

“Tous les regards sont portés sur sa poitrine, elle sent bien que le public autour d’elle observe avec passion ses seins en forme d’obus de taille moyenne, très fermes, avec des mamelons marron rose. Observez bien comment la détenue à l’air énervée maintenant, c’est tout un spectacle, profitez-en, quand la fille est jolie car malheureusement dans le métier c’est principalement des hommes qu’on interroge, c’est pas tous les jours qu’on peut mater des jolies choses”.

Jackson ordonne à la fille de mettre les mains sur la tête et qu’elle n’a absolument pas le droit de tenter de cacher ses seins. La culotte y passe juste après.

Safia doit garder les mains sur la tête et écarter les jambes pour que tout le monde puisse bien voir sa chatte et sa vulve. Elle est toute rouge et elle a quelques larmes. Mais elle mouille. Jackson lui fait quelques remarques “Alors tu ne serais pas un peu une salope? Tu as l’air d’aimer montrer ta chatte et tes seins en public non?

Jermain commente “N’oubliez jamais de faire retirer les chaussures et les bas, collants, chaussettes ou tout autres habits aux détenus, non seulement parce qu’une fouille à nu se fait par définition totalement à poil sans aucun vêtements, et que les chaussettes et assimilés sont des armes potentiellement dangereuse pouvant etre utiliser comme des armes, au USA des détenus mettent des pierres dans leurs chaussettes et ça représente un danger.

Le Capitaine fait enlever ses derniers morceaux de tissus à Safia qui en pleurnichant défait ses chaussures, une paire de tennis blanche et enroule ses bas le long de chaque jambes et laisse pendre ses seins en se baissant. Ses pieds sont assez petits et très jolis avec des orteils vernis en couleur vert flashy, ses petons sont bien entretenus.

Jermain intervient auprès de ses élèves pour leur rappeler une anecdote au sujet de séjours bostonien de la prisonnière. “Dans la résidence du campus universitaire, Safia et une de ses copines afro-américaines ont rendu un étudiant blanc esclave sexuelle pendant plusieurs semaines avec leurs pieds, Safia qui sur le Campus était en short, débardeur et tongs comme la plupart des étudiantes américaines quand il fait chaud avait remarquer que ce “pauvre” étudiant était spécialement attiré par ses pieds, elle l’a charmé et en a fait son véritable valet, elle le faisait faire le ménage à poil dans sa chambre, s’amusait à lui tripoter le zizi, a lui mettre des petits objets dans les fesses en rigolant avec sa copine. Donc pour ceux qui doutent encore que nous ayons à faire ici à une véritable obsédée sexuelle, je pense que vous êtes rassurés.

Safia doit remettre les mains bien sûr sa tête et écarter les jambes et les cuisses et ne pas bouger.

Jermain : “Revenons aux choses sérieuses et concrètes de ce cours pratique. Une fois la détenue complètement nue, privée de toute pudeur, exposée, et vulnérable, il n’y a aucune raison de se précipiter surtout quand c’est un joli modele. Regardez bien le détail important aussi, les affaires de la prisonnière sont mis dans un sac et sorti hors de la pièce, assurez vous que la détenue voit bien qu’elle n’a plus espoir de récupérer ses vêtements et de s’habiller, ça renforce son désespoir et sentiment d’impuissance.”

Jermain explique qu’on va passer à la fouille corporelle à proprement parler “Bien sur qu’en général les fouilles se font avec des gardes du même sexe que les prisonniers, mais lorsque vous êtes un interrogateurs, vous pouvez et je dirais même avez le devoir d’assister à la fouille, surtout quand c’est une femme. L’humiliation fait partie du processus et du travail d’adoucissement pour délier les langues.”

Jackson ordonne d’abord à Safia de secouer ses cheveux dans tous les otele gelen escort sens, et de bouger sa tête d’avant en arrière, puis l’une des femmes soldates vient lui regarder dans les oreilles, lui fait grandement ouvrir la bouche pour y vérifier les gencives, sous la langue, et dans le fond de la gorge avec une lumière, puis de soulever ses seins, la gardienne palpe et caresse les seins de la captive tout en soulevant bien ses nichons. La surveillante vérifie aussi bien le ventre, spécifiquement le nombril et les aisselles. Ensuite, Safia doit faire quelques squats toute nue et tousser fort, tous les yeux sont rivés sur sa chatte et son anus. Ensuite, elle doit se pencher et toucher ses orteils et écarter les fesses pendant qu’une gardienne examine ses entrailles avec une lampe torche.

Puis les pieds nus de la prisonnière son aussi contrôlés, ses doigts de pieds sont minutieusement inspecté tout comme ses plantes de pieds.

Jermain ” Ceci est la procédure classique d’une fouille, mais ici nous sommes dans un contexte de guerre avec l’objectif d’assurer la sécurité maximum et de dégrader les prisonniers.”

Safia doit ensuite se placer sur une table, sur le dos, obligée de ramener les genoux vers elle et d’écarter les cuisses le plus possible. Les organes génitaux exposés à toute personne présente dans la salle. Une gardienne lui examine attentivement le vagin, en écartant les lèvres et triturant le clitoris, puis en y introduisant un spéculum pour bien écarter la chatte de la suspecte. Safia doit rester plusieurs minutes exposée ainsi et subir les moqueries et blagues de l’interrogateur.

Jermain dit à ses disciples “Imaginez la consternation que la pauvre fille doit ressentir?

Surtout que le capitaine Jackson et les gardiennes n’hésitent pas à commenter l’intimité de la prisonnière nue, surtout que l’une des soldates prend des photos de la détenue dans une position plus qu’embarrassante, sa chatte ouverte par un spéculum est photographiée , quelle “adorable petite chatte bien juteuse,!” “Notre salope se rase elle-même la chatte!”. Puis son anus aussi est mis en valeur et immortalisé par une photo, avec pour commentaire “Un petit anus bien serré et avec de jolis petits plis”, “Elle doit être bonne à enculer aussi cette salope”.

Les gardes mâles se masturbent devant elle satisfait de ce spectacle. Cathy et Melinda se déshabillent et ne gardent que leurs bottes, casquettes et colliers auxquels est accroché son matricule de soldate.

Cathy libère la chatte de la détenue de son spéculum et se met à masturber doucement la captive. Sur la table. Mélinda lèche le corps de Safia, elle lui fait plein de bisous sur tout le corps, elle lui bouffe littéralement les seins, sous le crépitement des flash de l’appareil photos. Safia est toute chaude et tout émoustillée de sentir la douceur de la bouche de la noire lui mordiller les tétons et la couvrir de baisers.

Jackson dit à Safia en riant “Si tu ne parles pas nous enverrons ses photos à ta famille et à ton frère pour leur prouver que tu es bien une salope de lesbienne qui en profite pour baiser, et nous avons aussi des témoignages de ce que tu as fait à Boston, dont quelques partouzes”.

Safia qui rougie, cette fois de plaisir, n’y prête pas spécialement attention, elle sent la langue de la soldate Cathy se promener sur le bas de son corps, Cathy lui mange cette fois-ci les orteils , elle passe sa langue de haut en bas, et lèche consciencieusement les pieds de l’Irakienne, sa langue passe bien sur ses plantes de pieds, puis elle lui embrasse et mord les orteils vernis un à un avant de remonter petit à petit ses longues jambes pour y introduire sa langue dans l’anus et le clitoris. Safia à aussi le droit de se faire lécher le cul, elle tremble et a un orgasme, mais l’Américaine assoiffée de sexe continue à lui lécher le cul. La soldate Melinda, quant à elle, embrasse l’Irakienne à pleine bouche et lui caresse le haut du corps.

Safia lui dit dans un parfait Anglais “, c’est trop, c’est trop arrête”, puis des spasmes l’interrompt elle se débat, mais elle ne peut rien faire face à cette avalanche de stipulation sexuelle. Jackson lui dit “Non nous n’arrêterons pas, car tu mouilles trop et tu aime ça.

Safia, leur crie “bande de pervers!” Et Jackson lui répond “Hahahaha toi aussi, tu en es une, tu a l’air d’aimer ça. Safia n’en peut plus et s’abandonne au plaisir des langues et des mains lesbiennes et elle jouit.

Les lesbiennes laissent un peu de répit à Safia, et Jackson l’accuse sur un ton d’inquisiteur d’avoir fait des choses sales. Safia essoufflée et la chatte toute mouillée n’a qu’une envie, recommencer, car Cathy à encore un doigt dans son cul et son clitoris est pressé par l’autre main de Cathy.

Jackson ordonne ensuite à Safia de se masturber, elle n’hésite pas, elle est chaude comme tout et à tout oublier ce qui se passe autour d’elle. D’une main, l’Irakienne se caresse et pince les mamelons et frotte et fait tourbillonner ses doigts sur ses lèvres et son clitoris avant de s’introduire des doigts dans la chatte.

Jermain intervient “Vous êtes raides, vous avez le droit de sortir vos bites et de vous masturber comme cette salope en profitant de ce magnifique spectacle.”

Quand la prisonnière jouit, les soldates l’essuient énergiquement. On lui laisse quelques instants de répit avant de la relever.

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Les deux policiers désirant tirer l’affaire au clair, nous sommes tous embarqués et conduits au commissariat. Nous traversons le hall suivis des yeux par les quelques flics qui sont là. Nous longeons un couloir et arrivons dans une grande pièce. Nous passons devant la cellule des gardés à vue. A l’intérieur, deux putes l’air très vulgaire nous regardent passer ainsi qu’un SDF et un homme à la peau sombre, visiblement un étranger…Nous sommes auditionnées, maman et moi, par François. Nous avons demandé à parler à un gradé mais François a rétorqué qu’on ne dérangeait pas un officier de police judiciaire pour si peu. A un autre bureau, Mohamed et Moussa sont entendus par le second flic.

François n’arrête pas de mater nos jambes. Nous lui expliquons, maman et moi, l’ignoble piège dans lequel nous sommes tombées depuis le jour où, désirant aller faire les soldes, nous étions rentrées accidentellement dans un sex-shop. Je vois le flic sourire légèrement en écoutant notre récit. Nous lui parlons du site et il s’empresse d’aller voir. Je constate qu’à l’autre bureau, le flic fait la même chose et que Mohamed lui parle tout bas. Il n’arrête pas de nous regarder. Je commence à ne pas être rassurée du tout.

François revient accompagné de Mathieu.

– C’est ennuyeux, commence François, il va falloir faire un procès verbal, au minimum, une main courante, nous ne pouvons pas passer sous silence que vous et votre mère vous vous prostituez…

Outrées, maman et moi nous protestons!

– Mais pas du tout! Nous sommes des femmes honnêtes! Je viens de vous expliquer que nous étions forcées d’obéir…

Il se tourne vers Mohamed et Moussa et leur dit que leur garde à vue est levée et qu’ils peuvent partir. Ils se précipitent dehors trop contents d’échapper à la prison.

– Ma mère et moi nous sommes révoltées et nous crions….

François eut un sourire carnassier…

– C’est que…Les images sur le site parlent d’elles-mêmes…Il s’agit d’une preuve et puis nous vous avons prises en flagrant délit sur le chantier…

– Et vu les cris que vous poussiez, ce n’étaient pas des appels au secours…

Maman baisse la tête et je ne réponds pas…On me saisit soudain les seins par derrière et je pousse un cri!

Maman est levée de son siège par un flic et trainée jusqu’à la cellule. Elle manque tomber, déséquilibrée par ses talons aiguilles. Elle pousse un cri.

A l’intérieur de la cellule, les hommes se lèvent voyant arriver vers eux cette superbe bourgeoise. Imaginant déjà ce qu’ils vont pouvoir en faire…

Le flic lui passe les menottes sur un de ses poignets et attache l’autre au barreau de la cellule. Il appelle le SDF qui sort sa bite et la passe à travers les barreaux. Mathieu s’approche ulus escort et appuie sur les épaules de maman pour qu’elle s’accroupisse devant la cellule.

– Avale salope, bouffe-lui la bite!

Il appuie sur la nuque et maman, les larmes aux yeux, gobe la bite du SDF. L’odeur est insoutenable et elle fait une grimace de dégoût et a un haut le cœur…

Derrière moi, les mains continuent de me torturer les seins qui sont maintenant dégagés de mon chemisier. François fait le tour et m’empoignant par les cheveux me force à me lever me faisant couiner. Je me retrouve à genoux devant lui. Sa queue forçant ma bouche. Il prend visiblement un plaisir immense à se dire que la femme de son collègue va lui faire une pipe.

J’avale sa queue et lui tète le gland. Ma main le masturbe tout en le pompant. Je lui lèche les couilles, je salive dessus. François me traite de tous les noms…

– Vas-y chienne, avale ma queue, ton mari sait que t’es la dernière des salopes, une trainée…

Je sens la cyprine qui coule de ma fente. Je m’active sur le sexe de François qui grossit à vue d’œil prenant des proportions plus que raisonnables…

Il donne des coups de reins pour mieux s’enfoncer dans ma bouche, il appuie sur ma tête me contraignant à le prendre entièrement en bouche me faisant hoqueter.

Maman suce la bite du SDF trop content de l’aubaine…Quand on vit dans la rue, on ne doit pas avoir souvent l’occasion de se faire sucer par une bourgeoise….Mathieu en profite aussi et par moment contraint ma mère à lui sucer la bite. A l’intérieur de la cellule, c’est du délire, les deux putes insultent Christiane la traitant de salope. Et le type a sorti sa bite qui est énorme et se masturbe comme un fou.

Maman s’empare de la queue de Mathieu et le branle rapidement faisant coulisser ses doigts espérant sans doute le faire jouir rapidement. Peine perdue, Mathieu la repousse et la lève. Courbée en avant, la main toujours menottée, il s’introduit dans la fente de maman qui pousse un cri.

– Continue de le sucer! Et toi, viens te faire pomper par cette salope.

Il s’adresse à l’autre gardé à vue qui s’approche et passe lui aussi sa queue à travers les barreaux.

Maman se retrouve avec deux queues dans la bouche, la mâchoire déformée, pilonnée par Mathieu qui lui donne des coups de reins si violents que par moment la tête de maman vient se cogner contre les barreaux.

François m’a couchée sur le sol, en chien de fusil et, une jambe relevée à la verticale, il me prend ainsi. Sa bite coulisse rapidement dans ma chatte dégoulinante. Je gémis…Mes seins ballotent sous ses coups de boutoir. Il me tient la cheville et je l’entends grogner derrière yenimahalle escort moi…

– Tu mouilles ma salope, t’es vraiment une pute…

J’halète…Sa main me titille le clitoris en même temps me mettant dans un état d’excitation indescriptible…

Il se retire, me lève et me force à m’allonger sur son bureau. Il m’écarte les cuises et plonge sa langue dans ma fente, me suçant le clitoris, jouant avec mes petites lèvres. Je gémis, secouant la tête de droite à gauche…Il me mordille le clito et je donne des coups de reins…

Il me redressa de nouveau et me retournant violement me prit une jambe la mettant sur le bureau. En fragile équilibre sur le talon de mon escarpin, il me pénétra, me tenant par les seins et il commença à me bourrer le con avec violence….

Mathieu a détaché maman et elle a dû s’empaler sur sa bite. Son corps bouge, montant et descendant, ses seins secoués dans tous les sens. Ses cheveux en bataille…Elle pousse de petits cris. Mathieu la défonce comme un fou. Suçant ses seins quand il parvient à les gober.

– Ca vient, putain! Rugit-il. Ca vient…

Il éjacula dans la chatte de maman qui poussa un hurlement de possédée. Elle s’effondra sur le torse de Mathieu, haletante, en sueur…

François, ses mains serrant mes hanches à les briser, me pilonne faisant tressauter mes fesses. Il entendit ma mère hurler et cela déclencha son orgasme. Il jouit en grognant et je poussais un feulement rauque en sentant son sperme s’écouler de ma chatte…

Je me disais que c’était fini et que nous allions pouvoir rentrer chez nous mais les types dans la cellule protestèrent. Effrayées, nous supplions Mathieu et François qu’ils ne nous livrent pas à ce SDF et ces deux putes…Rien n’y fait…Nous pleurnichons toutes deux quand on nous entraine vers la cellule. Mathieu ouvrit la porte nous jetant dedans.

– Amusez vous!

Maman est aussitôt attrapée par le SDF qui la met à quatre pattes sur le banc. Il engouffre ses doigts dans la chatte de maman qui pousse un cri de dégoût. Il prend sa bite à pleine main et pénètre maman. Les mains sur ses hanches, il lui donne de violents coups de reins. Maman doit poser ses mains sur le mur pour ne pas tomber sous les coups de boutoir du SDF…

Les deux putes se précipitèrent sur moi, m’agrippant les cheveux et me forçant à me mettre à genoux, à leurs pieds, comme une bonne chienne. Je repense à Leila et Jessica et je me dis que, décidément, je suis habituée au viol lesbien. Une des putes soulève sa minijupe. Elle porte des bas-résilles. Elle appuie sur ma tête et me force à lui sucer la chatte. Derrière moi, l’autre pute enfonce ses doigts dans ma fente et me tunalı escort branle. Je lèche la chatte de cette pute et, mes mains posées sur ses cuises, je donne de grands coups de langue, lui mordillant le clitoris, buvant sa cyprine qui dégouline sur ma figure…

– Oh…T’es bonne ma salope…

Elle donne des coups de reins pour mieux sentir ma langue.

J’entends derrière moi, l’autre pute crier à l’attention d’un des flics…

– Eh, prêtez-moi votre matraque, je vais la ramoner cette chienne!

Je pousse un hurlement étouffé.

Tout de suite après, je sens la matraque qui s’enfonce dans ma chatte comme une gode. La pute la fait coulisser rapidement…très vite j’ondule du bassin. Je sens cette matraque qui me procure du plaisir comme si il s’agissait d’un sexe d’homme.

Maman subit le même sort que moi. Toujours pilonnée par le SDF, l’autre type lui a enfoncé sa bite dans la bouche et elle le pompe avec avidité, lui léchant les couilles, remontant sa langue le long de la hampe…

Le SDF poussa un cri en jouissant, libérant des giclées de sperme sur ses fesses. L’autre type repoussa ma mère et demanda la matraque que la pute lui tendit. Il l’enfonça dans le trou du cul de maman qui poussa un hurlement déchirant. Je tourne la tête et horrifiée, je vois cette matraque noire dépassant du cul de ma pauvre maman. Les larmes aux yeux, maman halète…

Le grand type fit coulisser la matraque puis la retira et enfonça sa bite dans le rectum de maman. La tenant aux hanches, il se mit à la défoncer.

Apres avoir goûté à la mère, le SDF voulait goûter à la fille. La pute lui laissa la place et il s’introduisit dans ma fente. Nos gémissements à maman et moi emplissent la cellule. Celui qui pilonnait maman se retira et se mit devant le visage ravagée de ma mère. Il lui aspergea la figure de sperme. Les jets allèrent s’écraser sur sa bouche, son nez, ses yeux…Des filaments coulent sur son menton.

Le SDF, lui, voulut se répandre sur mes seins et je dus le branler en lui faisant une cravate de notaire. Il cria quand son sperme gicla…

Nous somme sorties de la cellule et Mathieu et François nous annoncent enfin que notre calvaire est terminé et qu’ils vont nous ramener chez nous. Nous montons à l’arrière d’un fourgon blanc avec l’inscription POLICE sur le côté. Nous nous asseyons sur une banquette. Extenuées…Mais le trajet jusqu’à chez nous fut long…Suffisamment long pour être de nouveau baisées dans la camionnette. Maman se retrouva empalée sur François et moi, un pied posé sur la banquette pilonnée par Mathieu, la chatte ravagée par sa bite…

Arrivées chez maman, nous prenons une douche pour nous débarrasser du sperme qui souille nos corps. Nous sommes vraiment devenues des chiennes, des putes que l’on siffle et qui obéissent comme des poupées. Nous subissons ces humiliations avec horreurs mais aussi, reconnaissons-le, avec un sale plaisir. En tout cas, vous savez maintenant comment 2 bourgeoises respectables, mère et fille, sont devenues les esclaves sexuelles de plusieurs hommes et femmes…

Fin

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Chante Amy, chante

White Wife Blackmaled

Coulybaca / Black Demon

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Cette histoire se suffit à elle-même Cependant c’est aussi la suite naturelle de

“Halloween Horror”

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Alors que les enfants jouaient sagement avec leurs jouets, Madame Amy Renfro regardait nerveusement au dehors à travers la fenêtre, elle attendait l’arrivée de sa baby-sitter âgée de 18 ans.

En ce jour de début décembre, son mari qui inspectait le parcours du cross-country ne rentrerait que tard le lendemain, aussi avait-elle demandé à sa baby-sitter habituelle si elle pouvait garder les enfants ce soir pour qu’elle puisse assister à une fête de Noël.

Vêtue pour cette occasion Amy attendait l’arrivée de la jeune fille pour partir.

En entendant le ronronnement familier de la voiture signalant l’arrivée de Terry Martin, elle se demanda si ses parents étaient d’accord pour qu’elle flirte avec le jeune homme de son âge qui l’accompagnait partout.

En fait ce qui tracassait Amy, ce n’était pas leur âge, mais bel et bien le fait qu’ils formaient un couple noire et blanche!

Terry était une jeune adolescente blonde de 18 ans, alors que son petit ami, bien plus mure qu’elle était un jeune athlète noir.

Les épiant au travers des rideaux, Amy vit Terry remonter l’allée alors que son petit-ami sortait reculait pour faire demi-tour et repartir dans sa clinquante voiture rouge.

Amy rougit sous les compliments de la jeune Terry qui la trouvait extrêmement élégante dans sa somptueuse robe verte, Terry la complimentait :

– Vous êtes ravissante madame Renfro dans cette robe verte qui vous va à ravir! …… Je parie que tous les hommes vous jetteront des regards éblouis ce soir! ….. Seuls les homosexuels pourraient résister à vos charmes! …. Bon sang, monsieur Renfro ferait mieux de rentrer rapidement de son escapade! ……

En voyant Amy rougir à ces commentaires, Terry gloussa et s’excusa :

– Je suis désolée, je me suis laissée emportée, je sais très bien combien monsieur Renfro et les enfants comptent pour vous! …..

Elle expliqua à Terry qu’un pain de viande chauffait dans le four, pour elle et les enfants, et que les enfants avaient déjà pris leurs bains.

Elle lui donna aussi des instructions concernant l’heure du coucher des enfants, elle allait partir lorsque Terry s’enquit :

– Pourrez vous m’appeler lorsque vous serez sur le point de quitter la fête? ……

– Bien sur! ….

Répondit Amy, c’était quelque chose qu’elle faisait habituellement pour permettre à Terry de contacter son petit ami Dushawn Davis qui venait alors la reprendre pour la ramener chez elle, une fois Amy rentrée.

Dix minutes plus tard, tout en conduisant, elle entendit sonner son téléphone, son interlocuteur se contenta de lui rappeler :

– Chambre 125 madame Renfro! …..

En arrivant à destination quelques minutes plus tard, Amy rentra sur le parking et trouva une place entre deux autres voitures, une conduite intérieure rouge et un break couleur argent.

Elle jeta un coup d’œil circulaire, s’assurant que personne de sa connaissance ne rodait dans le coin, si c’était le cas cette personne ne comprendrait sûrement pas pourquoi une ménagère respectée, présidente de la ligue féminine pouvait faire dans une chambre de l’hôtel du “crapaud excité”.

En voyant que les lieux étaient déserts, Amy saisit la bouteille de champagne qu’elle avait gardé au froid dans son réfrigérateur.

Assurée d’être seule, Amy sortit de sa voiture et se dirigea vers la chambre 125.

Il était évident que l’occupant de la chambre attendait avec impatience son arrivée car il lui suffit de frapper une fois à la porte pour qu’elle s’ouvrit, elle entra.

Il prit la bouteille de champagne qu’elle avait en main et la plaça sur le rebord de la fenêtre toute proche, Amy tremblait comme une feuille alors que son suborneur posait ses larges mains sur ses hanches en la saluant :

– Bienvenue madame Renfro, votre venue me remplit de joie, on va pouvoir se faire une petite fête entre nous madame Renfro! ….. Aimes-tu la décoration de Noël que j’ai mis en place pour t’accueillir? ….

Jetant un coup d’œil circulaire elle ne vit aucun ornement décorant cette minable chambre d’hôtel.

– Lève la tête ma charmante amie… Lui enjoignit-il fermement.

Obtempérant docilement Amy remarqua une ridicule branche de gui pendant au plafond, juste au-dessus d’eux :

– Connais-tu la coutume qui veut que l’on s’embrasse sous le gui ma chérie? …..

Amy avala sa salive et se contenta de hocher silencieusement la tête.

Elle avança vers l’occupant de la chambre qui faisait de même de son coté, Amy pencha la tête attendant l’inéluctable baiser qui devait clore son discours, elle ne voulait surtout pas froisser Dushawn……. L’infâme Dushawn Davis, le petit ami noir de Terry Miller.

Elle frissonna de dégoût lorsqu’il inséra son épaisse langue entre ses lèvres inspectant grossièrement l’intérieur de sa bouche.

Mains tandoğan escort pendantes le long de son corps, elle se forçait à endurer passivement cette indignité, elle voulait surtout ne pas répondre à ses assauts mais en même temps elle ne voulait surtout pas aggraver sa situation en le mettant en colère.

Cessant de l’embrasser, le salace jeune homme promenait sa langue dans on cou, elle frémit lorsqu’il mordilla ses mamelons au travers de son chemisier et de son fin soutien-gorge en dentelle.

Elle était honteuse de sentir sa langue presser ses tétons qui dardaient sous l’inconvenante caresse.

Ce n’était vraiment pas ce qu’Amy voulait, encore moins que de se trouver dans cet hôtel de passe normalement utilisé par les prostituées pour gagner leur pain.

Elle n’était venue que pour le dissuader de diffuser les photos compromettantes en sa possession, de les faire parvenir à son mari aussi bien qu’aux notables de leur communauté.

Ces photos ne laissaient aucun doute sur ce qu’elle faisait, le pire c’est qu’elles étaient d’une pornographie rare on l’y voyait copuler en exécutant les actes les plus dégradants… Avec ce pourri de Dushawn Davis! …..

Il y avait d’autres clichés qu’il avait pris en l’espionnant la montrant dans son élégante chemise de nuit bleue pâle comme si elle avait posé pour lui.

Ces photos compromettantes ne laissaient aucune place à l’imagination, spécialement celles où on voyait la bite de Dushawn profondément enfouie dans sa gorge.

Elle n’avait pas baisé de son propre chef avec lui, loin de là, en fait, la nuit d’halloween il avait plaqué sa main sur sa bouche et l’avait entraînée dans sa chambre conjugale.

A l’insu d’Amy, ce bâtard l’avait espionnée depuis le ravin en fond de son arrière cour, il s’était excité à la voir se déshabiller et avait pris des photos avec son portable lorsqu’il l’avait vue si sexy dans son négligé bleu pâle.

Alors que Terry et les enfants étaient malades et dans les pommes suite à l’absorption de la drogue qu’il avait glissé dans leurs verres, Dushawn avait mie en oeuvre son pervers plan en l’attaquant, c’est alors qu’il avait plaqué sa main sur sa bouche pour la traîner dans sa chambre.

Mains fixés à la tête du lit, au-dessus de sa tête, il l’avait dépouillée de ses vêtements, et l’avait alors longuement violée à couilles rabattues.

Trop honteuse pour rapporter ce viol méprisable aux services de police, elle l’avait aussi caché à son époux, gardant cette histoire pour elle-même.

Cependant bien qu’elle s’efforça âprement d’estomper cet événement dramatique de son esprit, chaque nuit elle demeurait étendue au coté de son mari, yeux grands ouverts, les images de Dushawn caressant ses charmes de ses mains calleuses défilant derrière ses paupières.

Retenant sa respiration elle se remémorait cette brute la traînant impitoyablement vers son lit, puis elle revoyait les détails de son épaisse bite distendant furieusement sa petite chatte! …..

Ses pleurs ses sanglots, ses supplications de cesser toute agression étaient restées sans effet, jusqu’au moment où elle le supplia d’enfiler une capote pour ne pas risquer de l’engrosser en crachant son sperme dans son utérus qui s’avérait réceptif à ce moment… C’est alors qu’elle avait appris qu’il avait l’intention de la mettre enceinte….. De lui coller un petit polichinelle noir dans le tiroir! …..

Se raidissant, elle se tint immobile alors que Dushawn s’emparait de son autre mamelon, elle remarqua alors que son téton dardé se découpait clairement au travers de son chemisier humide.

Quelques instants plus tard, ce sont ses deux tétons qui se découpaient clairement.

Puis ce sale bâtard empauma ses nibards au creux de sa main, les empoignant fermement, puis il pinça ses tétins entre pouce et index gloussant en se rendant compte qu’ils étaient franchement érigés, il en conclut

– Alors chérie, on s’échauffe? …..

Lorsqu’il tendit la main dans son dos pour dégrafer son soutien-gorge, elle entendit clairement le bruit de la fermeture éclair qu’il descendait.

Quelques secondes plus tard, son vêtement passait au-dessus de ses épaules avant de choir au sol, cette fois il mordillait ses mamelons au travers de son fin soutien-gorge de dentelle.

Ses mains calleuses glissèrent dans son dos pour dégrafer son soutien-gorge, qui chut à son tour sur la moquette, il pouvait maintenant mignoter ses nibards à même la chair dénudée.

– Owwwwwwwwwwwww…… souffla-t-elle alors que ce satané bâtard mordillait la tendre chair de ses mamelons pour la faire réagir.

Comme Amy reculait afin d’échapper aux lèvres de Dushawn qui lui mordillait un mamelon, son dos heurta la porte alors qu’il bougeait la tête pour infliger le même traitement à l’autre téton.

Elle glapit de douleur alors que les dents acérées de Dushawn s’enfonçait dans la chair tendre de son nichon, il se laissa alors tomber à genoux face à elle tout en tirant sa petite culotte vers le bas.

Puis sincan escort il posa sa main gauche sur sa cuisse droite, alors que sa culotte chutait sur ses chevilles, il empoigna sa jambe et la posa sur son épaule gauche.

– Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mon Dieuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ….. S’époumona-t-elle alors que Dushawn plaquait sa bouche agile sur son intimité.

Poussant sur sa jambe droite et sur le bouton de la porte qu’elle agrippait, elle chercha à échapper à son emprise, à fuir cette langue fouineuse qui fouillait les replis de sa féminité.

Tremblante de nervosité et d’humiliation, elle sentait son corps frémir sous les caresses de Dushawn qui lui dispensaient un plaisir qu’elle refusait de toutes ses forces, elle ne voulait surtout pas chavirer sous les assauts habiles de sa langue.

Cela lui semblait irréel, hideux, le comportement sexuel d’un déviant.

Sentant que sa malheureuse victime tentait désespéramment de ne montrer aucune émotion, mais à la façon qu’elle avait de gémir et miauler alors qu’il dégustait sa foufoune, Dushawn savait qu’il était en train de débaucher cette honnête et innocente ménagère mère de deux enfants.

A son manque d’expérience avec les hommes plus encore qu’à ses caresses labiales Dushawn avait compris qu’elle allait bientôt céder çà ses caresses et qu’elle allait jouir sous les caresses de sa langue.

Lorsqu’elle se mit à mouiller comme une fontaine, Dushawn se régala de son jus intime et amplifia les frétillements de sa langue dans ses babines embrasées… Avant de s’occuper de son petit haricot magique, son clito dardé! …..

Dès que sa langue flatta son petit bouton érigé, l’adorable madame Renfro jouit en criant :

– Ahhhhhhhhh… Oh, mon Dieu….. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……

Quelques instants plus tard, Dushawn laissa retomber sa jambe gauche au sol, puis il la prit sous l’aisselle et entraîna sa ravissante proie hébétée vers le lit avant de l’y déposer sans plus de cérémonie.

Il se dépouilla prestement de son tee-shirt, de son jean et de ses caleçons, puis il grimpa sur le lit et se jeta sur sa proie pantelante tout en flattant vigoureusement sa mentule déployée.

– Tu veux ma queue petite madame Renfro chérie, n’est ce pas? ….. Tu veux que ma grosse bite élargisse à nouveau ton étroite petite chatoune, n’est ce pas? ….. Je parie que tu en meurs d’envie depuis le soir d’Halloween… Tonnait-il hilare.

– Non, non….. Ce n’est pas vrai! ….. Vous avez tort de croire ça! ….. Je ne….. Je ne veux pas avoir de rapports sexuels avec vous! …. Je vous en prie… Pas ça… Non, pas ça…… Nonnnnnnnnnnnnnn…..

Soupirait Amy alors que Dushawn promenait son gland entre ses babines gonflées.

Elle avait souvent pensé à sa gigantesque bite, en fait toutes les nuits depuis Halloween, alors qu’elle gisait étendue dans son lit, à coté de son mari, revivant son brutal viol.

– Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… Vous me faites mal….. Je ne peux pas l’accueillir! …… Elle est beaucoup trop grosse! ….. Non….. Ressortez là! ….. Criait-elle folle de douleur alors que l’épaisse colonne forait son trou entre ses babines affolées.

– Oooh, Madame Renfro ta chatte est toujours aussi étroite! ….. Constata Dushawn, son épaisse colonne étranglée par les muscles de son vagin, il adorait l’entendre soupirer de douleur alors qu’il distendait irrésistiblement sa chatoune alors qu’elle le suppliait d’arrêter.

Lui empoignant fermement les hanches pour bien la maintenir en place, il parvint à enfourner encore plusieurs centimètres de son gigantesque épieu dans sa cramouille endolorie, elle couinait et pleurnichait de plus belle alors qu’il l’élargissait de façon difficilement soutenable.

Un autre coup de boutoir et il se retrouva totalement enfoui dans sa chagatte rétive, ses couilles butant sur ses fesses rebondies.

– Ouf ça y est….. Ta jolie petite chatte est pleine de moi! ….. Je parie que monsieur Renfro ouvrirait des yeux comme des soucoupes en voyant que ta chatoune a pu si facilement avaler les 30 centimètres de mon gros gourdin! …… Gloussait-il ravi.

Avec l’expérience qu’il avait accumulée depuis qu’il baisait des petites putes depuis ses 15 ans, Dushawn adorait faire chavirer des femmes inexpérimentées, les amenant à le supplier de les baiser alors qu’initialement elles s’y refusaient.

Lentement et délibérément, il ressortit sa bite de son antre endolori puis il renfonça sa bite dans l’étroit conduit et se mit à coulisser lascivement.

Et voila que les mains posées sur ses épaules qui le repoussaient l’instant d’avant l’étreignaient fermement alors qu’elle verrouillait ses chevilles dans son dos, s’arquant pour accroître la pénétration de son estoc.

Elle sanglota et soupira soudainement :

– Oohhhhhh, oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh….. Ahhhhhhhhhhh….. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……

Elle commençait à participer activement à cette séance de baise que ne désirait pas, en ondulant de haut en bas sur sa bite dressée.

C’était sıhhiye escort le signal que Dushawn attendait pour se figer en pleine action alors qu’elle espérait de toutes ses fibres qu’il continue de l’enfiler.

Il aimait par-dessus tout contraindre les femmes qui se refusaient à lui quelques minutes plus tôt le supplier de les baiser à couilles rabattues, il raffolait les entendre balbutier :

– Que….. Que se passe-t-il? …..

– Pourquoi arrêtez-vous? ……

– Je veux que tu me supplies de continuer madame Renfro! ….. Supplie-moi de continuer à te sauter! …. La fustigeait-il.

Dents serrées Amy secouait négativement sa tête, mais elle s’arquait sur les talons pour absorber une plus grosse partie de son énorme bite en elle! …..

Elle crispait ses muscles vaginaux sur la hampe conquérante l’invitant à reprendre son pistonnage, mais il ne voulait pas lui accorder ce plaisir tant qu’elle ne l’aurait pas supplié de reprendre.

– Je vous en prie… Je vous en prie… Faite-le! …. Baisez -moi! …… Le suppliait-elle humblement.

Mais ce n’était pas assez pour Dushawn qui voulait l’entendre mendier son plaisir! …..

– Quoi, madame Renfro….. Que veux-tu que je fasse? …. Dis-moi clairement ce que tu veux! ….. Emploie ce mot commençant par un “b”…… Tu sais bien ce mot magique commençant par un “b”…… Je veux t’entendre prononcer ce mot débutant par un “b»……

Pantelant désespérément, Amy avait perdu tout contrôle de ses muscles vaginaux qui se crispaient et se desserraient tour à tour pour l’attirer profondément en elle.

– Mon Dieu…… Mon Dieu….. Faite-le…… Je vous en prieeeeeeeeeeee….. Haletait-elle éperdue.

Elle réalisait cependant qu’elle ne répondait à son attente, elle savait pertinemment ce qu’il voulait entendre, en dépit de sa volonté elle s’entendit pleurnicher :

– Baisez-moi! ….. BAISEZ-MOI! …. BAISEZ-MOI avec votre grosse bite noire… BAISEZ-MOI espèce de bâtard! …..

Dès qu’il répondit à ses vœux, un orgasme fracassant le terrassa alors qu’elle miaulait :

– Oh mon Dieuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….. Ohhhhhhhhh… Mon Dieuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu……

– Ouiiiiiiii….. Oh, mon Dieu ouiiiiiiiiiiii… Oh oui, ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…… Psalmodiait Amy alors que le musculeux athlète retrouvait le rythme de baise qui l’avait tant affolée la nuit d’Halloween.

Ces 30 centimètres de bite coulissaient de sa chatte détrempée, il laissait toujours son gland en elle, Amy défaillait sous ses sensations irréelles.

Mais, lorsque son tourmenteur se figea à moitié enfoncé dans son intimité elle ne put que hurler

– BAISE-MOI…… BAISE-MOI.. Mais putain BAISE- MOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII….. c’est alors qu’il réclama vicieusement :

– Supplie-moi de t’engrosser madame Renfro….. Dis-moi que tu veux que te fourre un petit polichinelle noir dans le tiroir! …… Supplie-moi de te mettre enceinte! …..

Après 10 secondes de silence pesant, Amy le supplia :

– Dushawn… Je t’en prie…. Fais-moi un bébé! …. Un petit bâtard noir! ….

Dushawn était certain qu’en fait que cette ravissante blanche ne voulait surtout pas qu’il l’engrosse, qu’elle ne prononçait ces mots que pour qu’il continue à jouir avec sa pine d’âne.

Mais il s’en foutait, il voulait juste entendre cette ravissante proie l’implorer de lui bourrer son énorme queue au fin fond de sa moule.

Il savait sans aucun doute que, quels que soient sa religion et ses convictions morales, la somptueuse madame Renfro aurait recours à l’avortement plutôt que de donner naissance à un petit bâtard noir qui briserait son mariage.

Il était bien certain d’une autre chose : la captivante madame Renfro était maintenant accrochée à ces sensations qu’il était seul à pouvoir lui prodiguer, le genre de sensations que seul un énorme chibre pouvait délivrer.

Il avait abandonné son lent rythme de coulissage pour la marteler maintenant à la mode d’un marteau pilon, elle avait bouclé étroitement ses petites mains dans son dois, lui griffant les épaules au gré de ses émois.

– Oh oui….. Oui… Oui… Oh, ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….. baise-moi….. Encore…… Baise moiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….. Hurlait-elle secouée par ses frénétiques coups de bite.

– Veux-tu? ….. Veux-tu de ma chaude semence madame Renfro? …. Tonna-t-il en ralentissement délibérément le rythme de ses intromissions.

Consciente de son ralentissement de rythme, elle haleta :

– Oh oui … Gicle en moi! …. Crache ton foutre! ….. Emplis-moi la chatte de foutre! ….

Il se remit alors à labourer de profonds coups de boutoir, elle ne tarda pas à gémir :

– Oh mon Dieu. Je jouissssssssssssssss……

Bourrant sa bite dans sa grotte embrasée, il se vida frénétiquement les couilles au plus profond de son tunnel d’amour en grommelant :

– Ahhhhh, je jouis chère madame Renfro, je jouissssssssssssssss….. J’espère bien t’engrosser! …. Chantonnait-il, alors que jet après jet il se vidait en elle.

Il savait qu’elle serait éperdue de honte lorsqu’elle reviendrait à elle, qu’elle ne voudrait plus qu’il la touche à cet instant, mais il avait l’intention de briser définitivement ses défenses en, commençant par rester imbriqué en elle lui faisant apprécier les vibrations de son chibre profondément enfoui dans sa chatoune.

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Author’s note: This is a chapter in a series that will include lesbianism and themes of sex work, with potentially various guest kinks in different chapters depending on the client. Please do not read if such themes offend you, and if you want realism look elsewhere, as my stories are smutty sapphic fantasy. All characters are 18 or over.

This is part of the ‘Sapphire Lane’ universe which is a collection of various series all set on Sapphire Lane, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each series is standalone but features cameos and potentially crossovers with other series.

Chapter 3

Gabbie spent Sunday mostly helping her mom with yard work and doing her homework, however, she couldn’t stop thinking about the successful audition the day before with Bianka, the beautiful Hispanic woman who was now her boss (or ‘pimp’ she jokingly thought), and the other young woman who were now her colleagues. It was surreal to think she was now officially, despite not having done any jobs yet, an escort at an exclusive lesbian agency. She was excited to get her first client, but didn’t hear anything from Bianka on Sunday which was to be expected as the agency had only just opened for business, but this didn’t make Gabbie any less impatient to get to work.

Gabbie was hoping to get her first client in the upcoming week, so was delighted when she checked her phone during lunch hour at high school on Monday to find Bianka had texted her a job offer. It was with a woman named Tracey who was 47 years old, and desired a sensual evening. Gabbie immediately accepted the job without a second thought, thrilled to get one so soon and excited to meet her first ever client.

Bianka scheduled the session to be Tuesday evening, the next day, and told Gabbie to skip dinner as Tracey wanted to have a meal with her. The woman lived in the suburbs, not too far from Sapphire Lane, but Bianka arranged a taxi to give Gabbie a lift at 6 o’clock to the client’s home then pick her back up later that evening (as it was a school night after all!).

Having her first client booked in made the situation even more surreal, with Gabbie barely able to believe how her existence as a virgin had so quickly changed to one where she had a lesbian orgy and now was going to be doing lesbian escorting!

****

Tuesday evening couldn’t come fast enough for Gabbie, and she found the day at school to be such a slow drag, so she was thrilled when the bell rang and she hurried home, not bothering to wait for Tina, Natasha, or any of her other friends who lived in Sapphire Lane that she normally would have walked home with.

She told her mom she was going out for dinner round Natasha’s, pretending they were all going to wear sexy dresses just for fun; knowing her mom was trusting and had no reason to check up on the lie. She changed out of her Ginerva Academy school uniform and took a shower, wanting to be fresh for her client, then dressed in black lace panties and her tight orange dress that clung to her curvy body, and showed off her cleavage and legs so well. She didn’t bother with the nipple petals again as liked the idea of having the outlines of her nipples visible through the fabric to tease her client as they ate dinner. When she got paid for her first few jobs, Gabbie decided she’d go shopping for a few new outfits but for now her orange dress was perfect, even feeling lucky as it was the one that she wore in the photos that got her the audition, and then to the audition itself.

At 10 minutes to 6, Gabbie left her house, taking a handbag with her mobile phone inside, and walked to the entrance of Sapphire Lane which led on to the main road. She had asked for the taxi to pick her up here as it would arouse suspicion if her mom saw her being picked up from home when she had said she was going to Natasha’s who lived just a couple of minutes down the road away.

The taxi was there waiting, driven by a friendly female driver nicknamed Dixie who was a former sex worker friend of Bianka, and she told Gabbie as they drove how she had retired from streetwalking when she turned forty to become a taxi driver and that she’ll be doing all the driving jobs in Bianka’s agency. They pulled up in front of a large, detached house that resembled the ones on Sapphire Lane, and Dixie gave Gabbie her number so the teen could text her when she was ready to be picked up.

Dixie’s chatter had kept her relaxed, but as she stepped out of the taxi and walked up the driveway to the front door, Gabbie couldn’t help being a bit nervous. Afterall she had basically only ever had one sexual experience (albeit a wild one with six other females) and here she was, dressed in a revealing dress, about to knock on the door of an older woman she had never met who was paying her to have sex. However, she wasn’t about to chicken out, and rang the doorbell, waiting with bated breath as she felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

It was only a short wait until she heard the door unlocking, and was opened by a woman she presumed to be Tracey, gaziosmanpaşa escort her first ever client. She was a tall white blonde with long hair and an attractive thin face with prominent smile lines and subtle make-up. Her slim and athletic body looked stunning in a form fitting turquoise sleeveless dress that extended down to just past her knees. Her breasts, artificially enhanced, were large and firm, with cleavage enticingly displayed in her dress. Gabbie couldn’t believe that she would be having sex with such a stunning woman (especially being paid for it too), who at 47 was more than a decade older than even twice Gabbie’s age.

“Hi, you must be Gabbie! You look even more gorgeous than your photo… come in.” Tracey smiled, showing her perfect white teeth, and stepped back to allow Gabbie to enter, the girl returning the greeting whilst trying not to show that she was a bit nervous.

“Perfect timing as I had just finished cooking dinner! If you go through there to the dining room then I’ll just plate it up and bring it in.” Tracey smiled.

“Yeah sure, I can’t wait!” Gabbie smiled, and the woman hurried off through another door to the kitchen. The teen realised that the woman was probably just as nervous as she was, and she wondered if Tracey had ever hired an escort before. Gabbie went through the door that the woman had gestured to, entering the dining room where she found the table was laid for two with a placemat on the end and another placemat in front of the chair to its right, set up so they would be sat as close together as possible. Gabbie took the chair to the right, thinking the older woman should sit at the head of the table. The teen noticed a candle was lit and there was quiet music playing, making her smile how cute it was for the woman to put effort into creating a romantic atmosphere.

Tracey came in carrying a tray with two dishes of spaghetti Bolognese, and placed them down on the placemats then took her seat.

“Wow, smells delicious.” Gabbie grinned appreciatively, not lying as the food looked and smelt mouth-watering.

“Thanks, it’s actually one of the only things I can cook well…” Tracey laughed “Do you do much cooking?”

“Nope, my mom still does that all for me.”

“Oh no, hope I’m not coming across as too motherly then!” Tracey groaned good humouredly.

“Not at all, I love being spoilt.” Gabbie flirted, enjoying the easy small talk with the woman, with the prospect that after the meal they’d be having sex making her excited and playful.

“In that case would you like some wine though I know you’re still eighteen… otherwise there is Sicilian lemonade.”

Gabbie hadn’t ever drunk much before besides some spirits and weak beer at a few parties that some of her friends had either pinched or got their permissive parents to buy them.

“Yes please, I’ve never been wined and dined before!”

“Really! I’m surprised a gorgeous girl like you hasn’t.” Tracey opened a bottle of wine and poured Gabbie a glass then poured one for herself.

“Yeah, I’ve never even been on a proper date… and as for this escorting job, you’re actually my first client…” Gabbie confessed, and Tracey seemed surprised.

“Wow, I didn’t realise I would be your first, hope I won’t put you off it.”

“No, if all my clients are as beautiful as you then I’ll be very happy.” Gabbie blushed as she sipped her wine, not used to the sour taste.

“Aw you’re such a cutie.” Tracey blushed a little too, as though she was proud of her looks and athletic body, she wasn’t used to receiving such genuine sounding complimenting from stunning teenage girls in sexy dresses.

“It’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like this too but sure we can work through it together…”

The vague allusions to the upcoming sex was making Gabbie aroused, and she felt her pussy become wetter as she talked with the older blonde, whilst they ate the delicious meal and drunk the wine. Not being used to drinking, the single glass of wine made Gabbie more flushed and only increased her arousal.

“Time for dessert?” Tracey said when their plates where empty. Though Gabbie was enjoying the flirtatious meal, she was excited to move to the more intimate part of the evening so would rather skip dessert but politely smiled and nodded.

“Then let’s go to the lounge and get comfy on the couch.” Tracey smiled and stood up, reaching out to Gabbie who stood up too, taking the older woman’s warm hand and loving the feel of the first skin on skin contact with her. It seemed ‘dessert’ was just a euphemism as they went into the lounge and sat close together on the sofa, with Gabbie enjoying the smell of the woman’s perfume.

“I have to admit I’m a little unsure how to start…” Tracey laughed nervously.

“I’m not…” Gabbie said, emboldened by the wine, arousal, desire, and confidence from knowledge that the woman was literally paying her to have sex. She kissed the woman, softly at first with light pecks, and growing gölbaşı escort more sensual with the woman reaching up to caress the side of the teen’s face and hair. Gabbie lightly ran her fingers over the woman’s neck and then down to her breasts, gently caressing them through the turquoise dress. Their kissing grew more passionate, with their mouths open and eager to suck deeply on each other’s lips between heavy lustful breaths. Tracey, eased out of her nervousness at being with a teenaged girl, moved her hand down to caress the escort’s bell-shaped breasts, whilst running the fingers of her other hand through the girl’s dirty blonde hair. Gabbie was delighted to feel the woman’s tongue on her lips and hand on her chest, and their kissing turned French style.

The teen couldn’t believe she was really making out on the couch with her first client, a beautiful 47-year-old woman who was actually paying her for this! Tracey’s thoughts weren’t too dissimilar, having found it hard to believe even during the meal she would be having sex with this gorgeous 18-year-old with a beautiful, dimpled smile and curvaceous body outlined by the tight striking orange dress. She knew she was paying Gabbie for this, but the girl seemed genuinely eager and attracted to her, and having the teen passionately kiss her turned the woman on more than she had been in a long time.

“I love your dress but think it’s time I got you out of it…” Gabbie said when the kiss finally broke.

“Okay, but only if I can take your one off after!”

“Deal!” Gabbie laughed, and got the woman to turn on the sofa to face away from her so she could unzip the back of the turquoise dress. Tracey pulled the top of the dress down then stood up to tug it down her legs, stepping out of it so she was just in her underwear, a beautiful set of white lingerie.

Gabbie’s dress was removed next, and as she wasn’t wearing a bra, she was left just in her black lace panties. Seeing more of one another’s bodies drove the women back into their passionate kissing, now kneeling facing one another on the sofa instead of sitting side by side. Tracey caressed her fingers over the girl’s bare bell-shaped breasts, tracing around her large pink areola then feeling her nipples, small and cute, harden from the attention.

Gabbie loved the feel of the woman caressing her breasts; however, it also reminded her how much she wanted to return the favour to the blonde’s large, enhanced breasts which were still clad in the white bra. The teen kissed her way down the woman’s cheek and sensitive neck, loving the sound of the woman’s aroused breathing, then pulled the straps of the blonde’s bra off of her shoulders so it could be pulled down to reveal the firm breasts it was covering. Out of the bra they looked even bigger, and Gabbie marvelled at the woman’s large plump nipples which she couldn’t resist going straight down to kiss then lick her tongue around and over, feeling them harden from contact with her wet warm tongue.

“Your breasts are so nice…” Gabbie murmured as she worshipped them with her mouth, using her hand to caress and rub the one she wasn’t currently licking, kissing, and sucking. The teen though how they were even bigger than Bianka’s, and again couldn’t believe how she was actually getting paid for this.

“Thanks, they weren’t cheap.” Tracey laughed self-deprecatingly, but was proud of them so loved how enthusiastic the teen was in playing with them and pleasuring her hard plump nipples. After a while the teen straightened up to kiss the older woman again, edging closer on the sofa so their breasts were touching, loving the feeling of her soft breasts pressing against the woman’s larger artificially firm boobs. As they made out, Gabbie reached around the woman to unclasp her bra so she could remove it fully.

“I think it’s my turn.” Tracey said, and gently pushed Gabbie back so she was led back against the armrest, with the older woman on top of her. Tracey moved her lips down to the teen’s breasts, kissing the soft flesh and licking over the large pink areola and little hard nipples which caused Gabbie to softly moan. As she kissed and licked the hardened teen nipples, Tracey caressed the bell-shaped breasts in her hands, enjoying the softness of the flesh.

The blonde then kissed her way down the girl’s body, her lips moving over the teen’s tummy and teasingly tickling the belly button with her tongue. She brushed her lips over the girl’s black panties then kissed her inner thighs, starting with the area just outside the crotch of Gabbie’s panties, and moving down her leg all the way to the side of her knee before kissing back up again. After Tracey had done this to each leg, with Gabbie moaning in anticipation, the blonde tugged down the teen’s panties to reveal her shaved pussy, with her pretty upside-down horseshoe shaped outer labia.

“I can’t believe I’m about to taste a hot teenager’s pussy!” Tracey grinned, examining the girl’s pretty vulva presented to her. Gabbie also keçiören escort couldn’t quite believe she was about to have a beautiful woman in her late forties go down on her.

Tracey kissed Gabbie’s pussy, sucking on the plump outer lips, before wetly slurping on the teen’s vulva which made the girl moan softly. She squeezed the girl’s soft thigh with her left hand, whilst her right hand reached up to rest on the escort’s flat tummy, but the girl reached down to hold the right hand, with the usually innocent touch feeling so sensual and intimate in the circumstances.

Gabbie placed her other hand on the back of the blonde’s head, holding Tracey’s face between her legs even though the woman clearly had no intention of stopping her licking, sucking, and kissing of the girl’s pussy. Tracey thought about all the fancy fine dining meals she had wasted her money on when really she should have been spending it on eating beautiful teenaged pussy! It tasted tart, but was subtle in flavour, and Tracey found it delicious.

Gabbie moaned in pleasure, loving the sensation of the woman’s wet tongue and warm lips between her legs, and felt like she was going to have her first orgasm solely from a woman’s mouth (as Bianka and Payton who licked her pussy at the audition had also used their fingers) as she felt the climax build within her as the woman’s tongue worshipped her sensitive clit. The teen’s last thoughts before she orgasmed was that she should be the one paying for this experience, not the hot mature blonde between her legs!

Gabbie led on the sofa, softly panting, as she recovered from her climax with Tracey still gently licking her pussy, brining on further little twinges of pleasure.

“Not that I mind you down there, but don’t you think it’s my turn to taste some pussy?” Gabbie teased and Tracey laughed, excited but also a little nervous of having the beautiful teen escort taste her mature pussy. The blonde led back on the other arm of the sofa to get into position, but Gabbie stopped her. “Could you perhaps sit on my face? You’re the client so your choice after all but I think it’d be extra hot.” The teen suggested, blushing.

“Sounds good to me!” Tracey grinned, pulling off her white panties to expose her pussy with a small neatly trimmed square of dark pubic hair. She climbed over the prone girl and knelt over the teen’s face. Gabbie examined the pussy above her, with faint but slightly puffy outer lips, meatier inner lips which the escort noticed were slightly lopsided with the dangling right lip bigger and more protruding than the left, and between them a glistening pink vulva. Gabbie couldn’t wait to taste it, and didn’t have to wait for long as the blonde lowered herself onto the girl’s face.

Gabbie licked her tongue over the wet vagina, slowly and savouring, and comparing the flavours to Mitena’s pussy, which was a little sour and musky, whilst this one was far fainter in flavour, a tiny bit salty but otherwise much like the wet taste of a person’s mouth. Gabbie found both delicious and she was excited to discover different vaginas had different tastes as well as appearances. She sucked on the woman’s labia, especially enjoying the inner pussy lip that she had noticed earlier was bigger than its twin. Gabbie started to suck on the pussy, then hungrily licked the vulva, thinking one day she might need to develop a technique but sure her enthusiasm would carry her as she succeeded in making the blonde moan. Tracey’s arousal grew and desperate for the ecstatic pleasure of orgasm, she began to grind her pussy against the teen’s open mouth, forcing the tongue to lick her harder.

Despite Gabbie’s recent orgasm, the taste, smell, and feel of pussy grinding on her lapping tongue along with the moans of the blonde and the heat she felt from being face sat, all turned the teen on immensely and she began to rub her own pussy, still sensitive, but yearning for a second climax.

“Oh, I love that you’re playing with you pussy whilst you lick mine!” Tracey moaned, noticing the girl masturbating, and finding it aroused her even further, loving the thought that the teenaged escort was so aroused by her mature pussy that she couldn’t help touching herself.

Tracey felt she was near to orgasm but stopped grinding her pussy over the girl’s mouth and knelt back up, as she wanted to prolong the heightened feeling of arousal, and though the woman loved seeing the girl rub her own teen pussy, she wanted to touch it herself and make the girl cum a second time, hopefully at the same time as herself if she could time it right.

“Did you cum?” Gabbie asked confused, not having felt or heard anything that seemed like a climax so was a little disappointed in herself as assumed she must have done a bad job, but Tracey shushed her “I’ll want you to resume licking in a minute, just a little break to get you back on the edge…”

Tracey reached back behind her and pushed her hand between the teen’s legs, Gabbie obediently removing her own hand to allow the blonde to stroke her vulva then push two fingers inside her wet pussy, fingering her like Bianka had done. Gabbie closed her eyes, moaning as the blonde’s fingers fucked her, loving their feeling inside her tight wet hole. Temporarily denied the woman’s pussy, she reached up and caressed the woman’s breasts, feeling the hard nipples with her fingertips that were wet from rubbing her aroused pussy.

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This is a fictional story of two sailors who meet and find the right chemistry between them. Gay and Lesbian behavior is permitted if not actively condoned, so I thought I’d slip this little petty officer into the mix.

All characters are over eighteen years and consenting adults. I’ve had a few relatives who served in the USN, but none came home with this kind of sea story!

Enjoy!

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I had just reported to my new ship. I’d been promoted to PO2 a month ago and I was getting used to my new rate. After I reported to the Boatswain and got my berthing assignment and my watch schedule, I stowed my gear and I went forward to the nearest female head for a shower.

As I was enjoying a good hot Hollywood shower, another woman came in and undressed for the shower. In case you’re wondering, our ship is nuclear-powered and there is no limitation on fresh water while we’re in port. We all took advantage of it until we weighed anchor and had to go on water restrictions.

I’d needed a shower since all the work I’d had to do clearing my last post and transferring to my ship. I was pretty excited. I’d been ashore for a school and I was looking forward to sea duty. That’s a big part of why I’d joined the Navy in the first place.

I rinsed off and had a chance to look over the new woman in the next shoer stall. She was taller and heavier than me. She had a very nice rack and I saw her nips were erect. Mine perked up in response. I hadn’t had any kind of action for more than a month and I needed to make good use of my fingers, at least.

I noticed she was looking me over, too, and that added to the heat for me. I’m bisexual, but I truly enjoy being with another girl more than with a boy.

I was only 19 years old and I’m pretty petite. At 4’10”, I weigh in at just 98 lbs. I barely have hips and my titties are as flat as pancakes, but my nipples are really prominent when I’m cold or turned on.

She smiled and nodded. “New here? I’m PO1 Wendy Harkness. Which Division did the Bosun put you in?”

“Just came aboard. I’m PO2 Pace. I’m in the H Division. I go on watch in 7 hours.”

She grinned. “Intel?”

“Yep.”

“I’m in Commo, D Division. Welcome aboard. It’s nice to meet you. I have to confess, when I first saw you, I thought one of the boys wandered into the wrong head. No etimesgut escort offense, I hope.”

I looked down at my little cunny and grinned. “It looks like I’m still a girl. No new growth down there.”

She giggled. “I bet you get that a lot.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind it. I just do my job and ignore them. The advantage is I can shop for clothes in the girls and teen sections. Much cheaper than petites and misses.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You got some nice nips there, Pace. Feeling a chill?”

I smiled at her. “No, they get this way when I’m horny, too. I wish I’d grown at least A- cup titties, but all the women in our family have little titties.”

She was soaping up her breasts and then down to her cunt. I watched every move and I began to get that lovely full feeling in my pelvis. She was sliding a finger up and down her slit now and it wasn’t just for cleanliness.

“Want to come to my quarters for a while? The Chief I’m sharing it with is off the boat for family compassionate leave and I’ve got it all to myself. I hate to waste a good opportunity.”

I’d stepped out of the shower and I’d begun to dry myself, but I faced her and didn’t hide what little I had. “As long as we aren’t in the same chain of command, I think that would be lovely.”

She nodded. “Different Divisions, different chains. Get your things and follow me.”

“Aye aye, Ma’am.”

She frowned. “I’m not a Ma’am. I work for a living, Sailor.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She snapped her towel at me and I laughed.. I couldn’t wait.

I wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just issue panties and a tee shirt under my dungarees. I just plain didn’t wear a bra unless the regs required it like with dress whites or something.

We walked to her stateroom. Checking we weren’t seen by any other crew, she closed the door behind us. She held my arms for a moment and looked me over. “What’s your first name, Pace?”

“Elizabeth, but please call me Betsy. I hate being called Elizabeth or Liz or whatever.”

“Betsy it is. I can’t believe how the uniform just totally hides the fact that you’re actually a sexy chick, but it does.”

I frowned for a second. “It’s a good thing. Some of the Chiefs I’ve met are real horn dogs. I’m sure they’d screw a pine board if it wore a etlik escort dress.”

She shook her head and then pulled me in for a hug. It felt so good to be in another woman’s arms. I loved the feeling of her titties on my little bumps. I’m not totally a boob girl, but I do like playing with them when I can. I ran a hand up the front of her shirt to cup her left breast. It felt nice and firm and I could just feel her nipple growing under her shirt and bra. I leaned over for a second and nibbled her nipple through her clothes for a second, making her giggle.

She put her hand over my breast and began to circle my nipple with her thumb. Despite being as flat as a board, mine are real sensitive. If a girl takes her time, she can get me off by playing with my nipples.

“Hmmmm, these are nice, sweet Betsy from Pace.”

“May I call you Wendy? I love that name.”

“Hell, yes. If we find private time or just get a pass off the ship, I’m always Wendy. I don’t think we’ll be able to do this very often, but you have to grab the opportunities as you find them.”

I started to unbutton her shirt and she began on mine. I caressed her lovely boobs through her bra for a moment before I took it off of her and kissed her nipples.

“I love that, Bets. Please don’t stop.”

I laughed and kept on licking and kissing and sucking on her nips, enjoying the soft moans it seemed to elicit.

She didn’t stop to waste time. As I enjoyed her tits, she undid my belt and my pants, pulling them down over my hips. My panties followed. “Kinda wet and horny, Babe?”

She steadied me as I stepped out of my pants and panties, pushing them over on the decksole. I didn’t waste any time, either, undoing her belt and pants and panties. I knelt down to get her things off of her and I stopped to admire her cunt. It was neatly trimmed and her hair was sparse. I could see the lips begin to open and a drop of dew at the bottom. I had to have a taste, so I licked it all up. Then I ran my tongue from the bottom to the top of her cunt, enjoying her aroma and taste.

She backed to the edge of her rack and sat down. I stayed on my knees, between her thighs, kissing and licking her inner thighs up to that lovely crease between her thigh and her pussy lip. She liked that a lot, so I kept it up until eve gelen escort she shifted to bring my attention to the middle. My Mama didn’t raise no idiots. I knew what she needed and I began to run my tongue around the edges of her hood. I used very light pressure, avoiding direct contact with her clit. She liked this a lot and responded with low moans. We knew we had to keep it quiet, but I really wanted my new shipmate to appreciate the care a new petty officer could bring to the organization.

It really only took her a moment to begin breathing more heavily and humping my face with her cunt. She was getting deliciously wet, to my immense satisfaction. I knew she was cumming when she pulled my head and my face into her pussy and did her best to stifle a scream.

I kept after it until she pushed me away.

“G-d, you’re good, Bets. The best I’ve had in ages.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned. “I aim to please, PO.”

She gathered me into her arms and we kissed for a while. She clearly enjoyed licking the extra fluids from my face. Twisting to put her full length into her rack, she urged me to sit athwart her shoulders and neck. I was very ready for some deeply personal attention.

Kissing my thighs and then my taint and my labia, I was definitely stimulated by this wonderful sailor girl. She reached around my thigh and pushed a finger into my cunt as she began to give me a good licking. I struggled to keep quiet, but I couldn’t help letting a few little moans out as she licked me.

With her other hand, she began to pinch my nipple and twist it between her thumb and first finger. That pretty much did it for me. I was cumming in a moment, crying as she pulled me to her and kept licking and sucking. It was absolutely heavenly.

As I tried to recover, I certainly wanted more, but Wendy shook her head. “That was amazing, Bets. We have to wangle a 4-hour pass at the same time. I know a lovely hotel not too far from here that has a whirlpool in the room for total relaxation.”

She pulled me down and hugged me tightly as we kissed. We stayed that way for about a half hour before she pushed me off of her. “Come on, little sweet Betsy from Pace. Get dressed. You have to be alert and on your first watch in five hours and I think you really ought to get a shower first. I know your watch commander, Lieutenant Briggs. He’s a real stickler for punctuality.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I hope we can do this again. You’re amazing!”

“Don’t call me Ma’am. I work for a living. The service is a lot easier than it used to be with gay behavior, but we still have to be careful. I’ll see you at mess, I’m sure. Welcome aboard, Sailor Girl.”

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Do you know that we have Angels walking among us? The Bible assures us that we do, so why should we doubt their presence. It gives me great comfort to believe that they are always with me, encamped around me, protecting me and delivering me.

My faith was strong but I needed proof when I saw her bathing on the roof her beauty the moonlight overthrew me with desire she tied me to a kitchen chair she broke my normal sorrow mood she shaved my legs & pussy so smooth from my sweet lips she drew out a “Hallelujah.”

I’m Cheryle “Cheri” an Irish Catholic woman thirty years old, 5’2″ 103lbs. with dazzling blue eyes, small cute feet, a heart shaped ass, long red hair with nicely trimmed red pubes to match. I know my place in the world I’m a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid attorney but I have been turned on by feet cute pampered painted feet for as long as I can remember.

My obsession has grown I find my self in Church on Sunday mornings turned on by all the beautiful feet, painted toes peeking at me, plus the up down, on my knees adds a sexual element to my daydreams. My wetness growing with my desire to almost unbearable proportions. Lusting after me neighbors gorgeous feet wanting to suck those luscious toes.

Hurrying home after Church to make love to my self, Laying on my bed exploring my body watching myself writhe in pleasure as my fingers explore and disappear inside my soaking wet pussy. My juices flowing, eyes transfixed, waves of pleasure crashing over me. My hands finding my small breast pinching my delicate nipples caressing and squeezing them. Bringing one of my breast to my mouth I teased with it flicking my tongue over my hard nipple. Taking my time enjoying the show as I let my hand slide down slowly over my flat stomach through my red pubes to my waiting wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my clit, rubbing softly. Inserting one then two fingers inside me slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My other hand following the same path to find my clit rubbing it gently the whole time watching the scene play out in the bedroom mirror. My juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. I am skilled at the art of fucking myself through years and years of practice.

Tingling all over, legs spread and up, knees bent, what a great view of my sexy body in the mirror. My juices trickling down my ass crack sent shivers up my spine. I could do this for hours bringing myself to the brink, pulling back, teasing myself. I loved bringing my fingers to my mouth tasting myself. Bucking wildly, face distorted in pleasure and pain.

Moaning, rising off the bed to meet my fingers plunging into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, my scent filling the room. Slowly dropping my wet fingers down the crack of my ass to my brown flower rubbing my juices on my tight asshole. Probing the entrance, gently, poking one finger inside my ass thrusting in deeper. Then out, then in, adding another finger and a third driving hard pounding my ass, deeper and deeper. Rubbing my swollen clit the first waves of sheer pleasure are encompassing me. Something primal taking over, losing all rational control, I submit to forces not seen. Bringing my fingers up to taste my ass, “you dirty slut”.

So here I sit on Sunday morning in a red dress and slinky heels glancing at the beautiful pedicured feet and wonderfully paint toenails. Driven to brink of excitement knowing I’ll never make it home I head to the bathroom. Entering a stall I sit on the toilet red lace panties at my ankles. My hands attack my wet cunt with vigor gorgeous feet dancing in my head.

Eyes closed head back, moaning, lost in debauchery of the moment.

“Are you Okay dear?” The voice snapping me back to reality.

“Yes,” emek escort I stammer.

Embarrassed, I quickly stand, pulling up my panties and adjusting my dress. Walking out of the stall seeing a tall blonde standing at the sink looking at me in the mirror smiling knowingly.

She takes my hand and leads back in the stall without saying a word. She sits on the toilet sliding her black thong off slowly removing her heels. I dropped to my knees licking and kissing her gorgeous feet gently sucking her red painted toes one by one in my warm wet mouth.

I was in heaven one my knees on the bathroom floor worshipping her beautiful feet. My eyes caught a glimpse of her rubbing her shaved pussy a wonderful moment between strangers at Church. Slowly working my way up her smooth calves my long tongue traveling over her sweet thighs.

Teasing her smooth pussy with my long tongue parting her lips with my fingers plunging my long tongue deep inside her wet cunt. Exploring, curling my tongue listening to her moans her hands in my long red hair. I am a wild little slut to be here on my knees in the Church bathroom floor face buried in a beautiful strangers lap while she sits on the toilet.

Her moans growing louder her grip on my head becoming firmer I was pushing to the edge. Her orgasm hitting us both as her body shook and her pussy juices squirted on my face. A blonde and a squirter two of my favorite things I stayed there on my knees savoring the taste and her scent.

She stared at me with dazzling green eyes stroking my long red hair.

“We better get out of here before the service ends sweetie,” She said in a sweet voice.

Fixing my self in the mirror as best I could we returned to the sanctuary hall at Holy Name Cathedral taking our seats in the large hall for the remainder of the service. After the service my new friend, Angel, and I walked the short distance to the Fremont for brunch. The Fremont is a Swanky, bi-level spot combining a modern American restaurant & craft-cocktail bar.

A few mimosa, great food and conversation a great Sunday morning. As we sat there playing a seductive game of footsie under the table Angel told me she was forty-five a widow with two kids Mark and Mathew in college. I told her how I loved to ride the train on Sunday after Church starring out the window at the Lake Michigan alone with my thoughts.

How I board the Brown Line (which goes “counter-clockwise”) and ride until it leaves the Loop, next stop is Merchandise Mart. At Merchandise Mart I cross over to the other platform and get another Brown Line, which will end up where I started. Which gives me a wonderful view over the Lake Michigan before and after Merchandise Mart.

Angel is easy and fun to talk too her voice seems like sweet music to my ears soothing, sexy. Her toes tickling my smooth leg has I Listen to her talk as I imagined us naked running on a beach. We fought over the check which I finally paid which made Angel pout for just a minute.

After lunch we walked the Magnificent Mile laughing, chatting, looking in the windows of the upscale shops. The Magnificent Mile is Chicago’s premier commercial district. The vibrant, bustling area is home to upscale shops, fashion outlets, cool restaurants and posh hotels. Landmarks include the historic Chicago Water Tower, the neo-Gothic Tribune Tower, the terracotta Wrigley Building skyscraper and the 100-story John Hancock Center, which has a rooftop observation deck with fine dining and panoramic city views.

When we reached my apartment building I politely asked Angel if she wanted to come up and see my place.

“I need to change my cloths, some other time I hope,” Angel said with a sad puppy dog look on her face.

“I have some cloths eryaman escort my ex left behind when she moved out that should fit you,” I said hopefully.

“Okay Cheri, for a little while,” she said with a smile.

Through the lobby into the elevator for the ride to my floor. We hugged after the doors closed a sweet embraced Angel seemed nervous for the first time all day.

“What a wonderful view of the city Cheri,” she said looking out my window.

I changed into some jeans and a Depaul University T-shirt and gave Angel the cloths Lisa had left when she moved out. We took are places on the couch facing each other like school girls giggling and laughing. Still playing a seductive game of footsie her feet were so well cared for, so soft, toes perfect painted red.

Slowly we kept sliding down till our toes in each others warm mouths. Split like scissors our pussy rubbing together as we work on each others feet. A strangely erotic experience full of wanton lust and desire sucking her gorgeous toes. Our speed increasing pressing are cunts together dry humping rubbing, sucking, licking.

Still dressed but the pressure, rubbing on my clit was bringing wonderful feelings along with Angel sucking my toes as I sucked hers. A beautiful moment with my Angel ending in a crescendo of mutual orgasms and screams of delight.

Taking her hand leading her to the shower, stripping off the cloths. we had just changed into, on the way. Climbing in the hot shower, soaping her gorgeous body, what a beautiful site. Washing Angel’s back with my soft soapy hands, reaching around washing her breast with the hot soapy water, I teased with her hard soapy nipples, taking my time, as I let my hand slide down slowly over her flat stomach over her smooth body to a soaking wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, washing, the soap so slippery, making love to each other, letting my wet soapy fingers play with with Angel’s clit, rubbing softly. Inserting one then two fingers inside her, kissing under the hot water, has she does the same things to me. Slowly moving in and out, our desire growing with each thrust. Our soapy fingers making a slurping sound as our fingers thrust in then out. The hot water, the steam, lust, mixing to make a beautiful moment between new friends.

Tingling all over with sensory pleasures, legs spread and my right foot raised on the tube, hot water trickling down my ass crack sending shivers up my spine. Moaning, pulling back, moving my hips to meet her soapy slick fingers plunging into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, our scents filling the bathroom. Slowly dropping my wet fingers down the crack of Angel’s ass to her little brown flower rubbing my soapy fingers on her tight little asshole. Probing the entrance, gently, poking one wet finger inside her ass thrusting so deep, she lets out a soft sigh. Then out, then in, adding another wet soapy finger and a third driving hard pounding her ass, which she seemed to love, deeper and deeper. Angel rubbing my wet soapy swollen clit as the first waves of sheer pleasure start encompassing me.

The hot water, a bathroom full of hot steam, our own little sauna. The pain and pleasure, the depravity, of fucking my Angel’s sweet ass after Church. Angel squeals and screams in delight as I drop to my knees for a taste.

Her bald cunt is so wet my long tongue exploring her sweet insides. Curling, dancing, tasting her juices with my long tongue. Angel grabbing my head, legs trembling. knees buckling, “YES! Cheri YES!” She screamed. Squirting in an erupting orgasm all over my face I linger there savoring her taste.

Climbing out of the shower we dried each others wet bodies, my beautiful Angel, we climbed in my king size bed. Snuggling together esat escort pressing our naked bodies together so soft and warm. Kissing me sweetly, then passionately, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Our naked bodies coming together, hands, fingers, legs, feet rubbing each other. Tender moments with my new Angel.

There’s something in the way she moves, looks my way, calls my name that seems to leave this troubled world behind when I’m feeling down and blue troubled by some foolish game she always seems to make me change my mind. I feel fine anytime she’s around me now, if I’m well you can tell she’s been with me now

Somewhere in her smile she knows that I don’t need no other lover. Something in her style that shows me, I don’t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how. Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover.

My eyes opened after a short nap finding Angel’s beautiful naked body laying next to mine, it wasn’t a dream, I just watched her breathing, so sweet her head laying on my chest, I stroked her blonde hair softly, as the events of the day danced through my head. The sun peeking through the black curtains. My Angel opened her beautiful green eyes.

Getting out of the warm bed I walked to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate Angel following me she sat at the counter both of us still naked. I poured her a cup of hot chocolate watching the steam float in the air.

“Thank you, Cheri,” she said in her charming way.

“Do you have any sex toys?” Angel inquired to my surprise and we giggled.

I went to my nightstand opening the top draw retrieving my favorite toy. Walking back to the kitchen I placed my princess but plug on the counter. Angel’s green eyes were huge as she looked at the sex toy.

“I Love to put this in my tight little ass when I play,” I told her, “A wonderful sensory sensation.”

“I’ve never used one, but have always want to try,” Angel said nervously.

Taking her hand leading her to the bedroom, I laid her naked body on my king size bed. Watch yourself in the mirror, I instructed, lay on your side and bring your knee up. Handing Angel the lube, I continued, get a generous amount on your fingers and rub it on your brown flower.

She lubed her ass rubbing her brown flower, purring as she did, now put a finger in I instructed. She let out a sigh as she did fingering her ass her face showed her pleasure. Now some lube on the plug, continuing my instructions, ok put the plug on your asshole, go slow, push it in.

I watched as her asshole stretched to except the princess butt plug. Angel moaned softly as the toy slowly slid in filling her ass. Her tight little ass swallowing the toy, adjust to the feeling then roll on your back.

Look in the mirror, I instructed, see that a butt plug in your ass sweetie. Moaning her hands roamed her body as she starred at her reflection. Pinching her nipples playfully, legs up bent at the knees, she seemed lost in the moment.

I watched my Angel make love to her self like I had a thousand times. My desire growing as her hands lowered to her wet pussy. Finger her cunt her sighs and moans filling the air her cute little toes curling. She was learning new pleasures I watch her moving her ass knowing the sensations the butt plug was giving her. A scent of sex still filling the room, her green eyes transfixed on her reflection. I reached down turning on the vibrating function and the plug in her ass hummed to life. Angel screamed in delight, her body bouncing, what a wonderful site.

“Hallelujah, Cheri,” she yelled.

Her face distorted in pleasure, panting, moaning, sounds coming out of her I can’t describe. I was feeling pretty good myself watching her, listening to her, two of my favorite fetishes, voyeurism and auralism. Angel screaming in orgasmic delight, her cute little body contorting, spasming, her feet curling, beautiful music. Climbing in bed with her snuggling close with my Angel kissing her sweet lips tenderly, stroking her blonde hair, as she caught her breath.

“That was wonderful, Cheri, thank you,”

So safe and warm in Angels arms nuzzling her neck.

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(This is completely a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to any real-life character is completely unintentional. The author does not intend to hurt / disrespect / demean anybody)

Today is a red-letter day for me. I have found my ex after a gap of 4 years.

The first two years from those were spent in extreme mental agony. I lost the will to live, then started recovering slowly and now have managed to find my feet a little.

I found that I unconsciously have stopped blaming Mini… she couldn’t have stayed back with me. Our backgrounds are different, and she was being subjected to a kind of house arrest and emotional blackmail from her conservative parents after they found out that she was seeing a girl. Me.

Within a month’s time, I got the news that she was married off. To a groom of her parents’ choice. That was such a nightmarish and emotionally volatile period for me. To wake up and spend each day. Maybe it was the same for her too.

And today, out of the blue, I catch a glimpse of her in the balcony of a two-storied house in a pretty upscale neighborhood, where I came as a traveling salesgirl for ladies’ cosmetic products. It has just been four months since I joined this firm. At least it helped me to stay distracted from my pain, and also gave me a certain stability. As part of my work, I have to visit the various neighborhoods of a particular area of the city which has been allotted to me.

I had moved out of my old place after Mini’s marriage. Eventually I came in this city with the little savings I had. I didn’t know Mini too has arrived here. Maybe her husband has a transferable job.

My heart started pounding as soon as I spotted her from a distance. It was just a momentary glimpse, as she immediately went inside from the balcony. I was absolutely clueless what to do next. I was so close to my adorable sweetheart. I could vividly remember the living hell which I had to endure in the last few years. I never went into another relationship, nor encouraged any temporary fling. It was as if I had lost interest in everything.

And now, with this stroke of luck, I have traced her again. I decide to skip her house and come back another day. My mind is racing and getting ahead of me. Shall I start lurking near her house and keep a track on her movements? I may get a rough pattern of when her husband leaves the house, how many members reside in the house and so on. It can become a full-time obsession for me.

I must control myself. I am feeling heated up and feverish, a burning sensation is raging through me, compelling me to knock on that door and take her in my arms. But I must plan my steps ahead. I cannot let go of this opportunity. Letting out a sigh of relief, I thank my good fortune and start walking ahead to cover the rest of the houses in the street.

Throughout the week, I continue servicing the houses in that locality only. I use my friendly and convincing attitude to achieve a considerable amount of sales and my team boss is happy. He insists I keep close to that radius as it may consolidate my customer base and target group. Inside I am flying high.

I deliberately avoid her house, yet keep a close watch on it. My observations tell me that her husband departs around 9 in the demetevler escort morning and comes back after 6 o’clock. Twice or thrice I catch sight of Mini during this 5-day week. She seldom comes out on the balcony and mostly stays indoors. I do not know if she is unwell at present. Also, it is a pretty rainy week and so there is no need to water the plants or hang the clothes on the balcony. Then a magical thing happens on Saturday.

I thought her husband works 5 days a week, but I am proved wrong, as he leaves the house around that same time today also. I am fighting an intense inner battle whether I shall muster up the courage and come face-to-face with her today, and I am just not able to make up my mind. But around 10, I find Mini unlocking the gate and stepping out of the house.

I am in the middle of sipping tea at a roadside stall when I notice her walking to my direction. Hastily I find a newspaper left in the bench by someone, bury my face inside it and feel her going past me.

She is quite a mature woman now, and her figure has grown fuller. Her face is grim, firm and unsmiling. I get a vibe of unhappiness as she walks past. Previously it used to exude a cheerful glow which seems lost now. It is also a strange sight seeing her in a sari, as I have mostly known her in tops and jeans. Putting the paper aside, I keep watching her from her back as she disappears around the end of the lane.

Today I must follow her, I tell myself.

While maintaining a safe distance, I trudge along while she keeps going briskly, occasionally checking her phone. I am having fleeting memories of the two of us, walking hand-in-hand and enjoying each other’s company. Discovering new places and never-seen-before roads. Countless times, she had lied to her parents to meet me. I was an orphan and had only myself. My life changed completely after meeting her. I was a little older than her and we had met at a book club a couple of years back. Overall our relationship lasted about three years. By that time, her parents became suspicious and started matchmaking for her, when she completed her graduation and began pursuing masters. I do not know whether she has completed her masters. At that time, I was doing some part-time jobs and did not have a steady income.

I am born this way and always fancy girls. Mini became a perfect friend and soulmate to me. Her orientation did not matter to me and we became very close. We were happy with one another. We did explore our bodies but it all happened very naturally and spontaneously. I was deeply attracted to her and was very fond of her. I was sure that this companionship would lead somewhere. But the narrow-mindedness and orthodoxy of our society came in the way of everything, as Mini bade me a tearful goodbye and I was left broken in many pieces.

I find her going inside a library and seating herself in the office chair. She is still into books, I contemplate. Maybe she manages this library on weekends. It has quite a satisfactory collection. I keep staring at her for a while and then walk away.

I am feeling very light, very elated. It has been a profound experience in reminiscing old days and looking at my beloved after all these years.

I will be dikmen escort coming soon to meet her.

It is the following Monday, and I press the bell and wait with bated breath. My heart is again beating very fast. In just a few seconds from now, I will be in front of her again.

I can hear approaching footsteps and someone opening the door.

It is Mini. She is standing, but her jaw has dropped. She is now struggling to stand.

I study the rapid change of her expressions and the range of emotions playing on her pretty face. Her lips are quivering, and she starts shaking uncontrollably. Almost instantly she bursts into tears.

I cannot bear anymore. Closing the door, I run towards her and hug her tightly.

My poor Mini! I press her hard into me and feel getting lost in the fragrance of her hair. She has taken a fresh bath I can sense. It is a different feeling altogether. My tears are also welling up inside me and I can feel myself breaking down. The sobbing girl is clinging onto me even more tightly and keeps on muttering: “I am sorry… I am sorry… I had no choice…”

I pat her head and kiss her cheeks. I hold up her crying face in my hands and look straight into her beautiful eyes, which are pouring right now. She was also in so much pain all this while.

We let go of each other and compos ourselves. Mini sniffs loudly, holds my hand and takes me indoors.

She tells me to take a seat in the sofa in the drawing room, while she runs inside to get water. I try to pacify my thumping heart but in vain and walk around the room, looking all over.

It is a typical homely setup, with all necessities in place and completely devoid of any luxury. It is a reflection of the upbringing and simple nature that Mini nurtures. It is a pretty ordinary two-bedroom flat with a balcony. I felt it is taken on rent and the landlord lives upstairs.

Mini brings a tray containing a glass of water and some snacks, and places it in the table in front of me. “I simply can’t believe… how are you Madhu?”

“I have been worse…” is all I can manage. I can hardly keep my emotions at bay.

“Where have you been? Tell me everything…”

And I don’t hold anything back. I keep talking. Still, I consciously conceal some unpleasant details inside me, which are too painful to hear. I don’t want to cause her further pain. Indirectly, it will also affect me.

She cries hysterically at some point. I do not hold her responsible for anything, I clarify myself. She knows and believes that. We curse the circumstances, the tragic unfolding of the situations. And how we both have a stroke of good fortune now that our paths crossed.

We cannot guess how much time has passed. But it is still sometime before her husband comes home.

I am enormously drained after the talking. These painful recollections and digging up the past affect me deeply. The surrounding air hangs heavy and gloomy. To break the silence, I go up to her and smile, patting her cheeks. She gives a forced smile and excuses herself, murmuring about some work in the bedroom.

I follow her.

A bed and a wardrobe occupy most of the space, though I also spot a small table and a chest of drawers below a mirror hung elvankent escort on the wall. Beside it is a photo of the couple in bridal wear. Mini rummages inside the wardrobe with her back to me. I can hear a few of her wet sobs and sniffs once again.

“what happened Mini?” I whisper to her kindly.

“it was difficult for me too… every night I feel I am betraying you.” She starts, again with a shaky voice. I understand what she is trying to say.

“I do not deserve you Madhu. I let myself become married. Your devotion is of a different kind. I couldn’t stay loyal to you. Please forgive me. I am so sorry.”

I want to hug her tightly again. She is in a complete mess, shaking and crying.

“Every night is a test for me. I sometimes feel I’ll go insane. I always keep thinking about you. My husband doesn’t know anything. I give in to his physical demands. I lie on the bed and let him do what he wishes. Later I punish myself. I always feel like sleeping in the other bedroom or telling him the truth. I feel so guilty all the time. I am cheating everyone.”

Mini is wailing and I put my arms around her. She buried her head inside my bosom. I clutch and hold her, while consoling her over and over again.

I feel very sorry for her. She has also gone through a lot, life has been incredibly difficult for her. She has to serve her husband dutifully, and at the same time burn herself at the altar of self-guilt, regret and remorse. It is all because of what her family has imposed on her, and she had no option. She had longed and pined for me, and she had remained pathetically miserable throughout these 4 long years. She has bottled up all these emotions inside her.

She quiets down her sobs now, and immerses herself in me. We both are in need of this warmth, this touch of togetherness. It is as if time has stood still. We remain standing and hugging each other in silence. We both have found each other and that only matters right now. Reality has been merciless to both of us and we both passionately crave for this long-awaited reunion.

She presses her lips to my cheeks and utters a thank you in a whisper. We are so drunk in the moment that it is some time before we realize our lips have touched each other.

Our eyes are closed.

Our lips keep on brushing each other. I realize my mouth has gone completely dry.

Soft tender touching of the lips…

Mini gently opens her mouth and gulps in my lips after what seems an eternity.

She is now sucking my lips hungrily. I am so lost, so engrossed… I have missed this so much. I can feel some long-lost and familiar urges building up inside me. Maybe she can also feel the same.

In a state of frenzy, I also join in the lip-suckling. Mini is lost in ecstasy and drinks my lips fiercely now. The state of our breathing is becoming heavier in each passing moment. I can feel my lips getting bit frequently.

“your tongue…” I murmured.

She slips out her tongue, still with her eyes closed. I swallow it whole and suck it deeply. She is panting now. Even my forehead feels sweaty.

Our lips now graze gracefully against each other, and occasionally our tongues are slipping inside our mouths and rolling along each other. We are dripping with saliva and getting dirtier at our mouths. Still, we are in no mood to stop as old flames are getting rekindled.

In this excited state of liplocking and open-mouth tongue-play, I press against her body and keep kissing her hard. She now pants heavily and arches her head back, giving me access to nibble on her neck and throat.

(Continued in next part of the story)

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When I woke up, I found I was alone in the bedroom. My hands were no longer bound behind. I was simply naked. Even the nipple tag was off.

No sheet covering me, I luxuriously stretched, smiling. The lovemaking with Gabriela had left me a warm feeling. I felt closeness and positive, safe emotions.

I lay face up, loving the warm sunshine and ocean breezes that the open window allowed into the room.

I smelled coffee and heard soft chatter.

Helen cracked open the door and peeked in. I gave her a grin and slid off the bed. She smiled warmly back.

How did you sleep?”

“Oh, I feel wonderful! Very well, thank you.”

Helen’s eyes moved up and down, clearly enjoying my nudity. Even though I had been more than naked for while, I blushed. Momentarily self-concious, I started turning sideways to avoid full frontal nudity, and move my arms in, but quickly recovered. I decided to do the opposite.

I turned back toward Helen and stretched.

Helen stepped in and hugged me. We kissed briefly until Helen stepped back. She looked down at my perky hardening nipples.

“Your night with Gabriella doesn’t seem to have diminished your libido.”

I smiled coyly and shook my head, biting my lip. “It was wonderful, and my orgasms were bliss, but simply being naked now, and being with you, has me me feeling it.”

Helen smiled back and kissed me gently, lovingly.

“Gabriella told us that you both had explosive orgasms.”

I nodded, blushing a little.

“Sassa’s recommending that we be extra strict with you today because you had orgasm relief last night. And Gloria has been studying on the internet. Wow, she has some incredible ideas for you! It’ll be her night with you, so we are letting her also take the lead sometimes today. She is SO VERY excited about the things she wants to do with you. And TO you!”

My smile vanished for a moment, but then I imagined more of my sex slave dreams coming true, and bravely smiled again.

Helen grinned and touched the tip of nose with one finger.

“You sexy little thing! You’re actually happy about that!”

I nodded, still smiling, though Helen noted that my smile was of a different quality now. Still genuine, but my eyes revealed eager lust, and my lips a trace of trepidation.

“Gloria, her mother and Sassa are sitting at breakfast on the veranda. Stefania went home and will be back by midday. Gloria and Sassa have been building on one another’s ideas. They’re having fun and being creative and they think you’re the most exciting toy of all time.”

I smiled happily at that.

Helen paused and looked into my eyes, her expression changing from smiling to serious.

“They want to get right into it right away. Harsh and humiliating, forcing you to know you are what you wanted to be, an utterly dominated, totally and truly owned slave. Totally property.”

My heart quickened and tightened, but my loins moistened.

Helen continued.

“Some of the ideas seemed too cruel to me at first thought. Maybe a better word might be hard. I wouldn’t do them to you. I hope you can handle it all. Don’t forget you have your safe word, and I love you.”

We smiled into one another’s eyes.

“I happen to know they are all falling for you too.”

“I am nervous, Helen – my Owner, I mean. And I mean, ok, I AM a little scared.

But I also softly admitted to Helen this is still my dream, even though now it’s real. I craved to experience such things in reality, as a really owned sex slave.

“It’s ok, Lisa – I mean ‘my slave.’ Gabriella and I especially are watching for your safety, but everyone understands the contract. When Stefania arrives, I’ll review it again with them all.”

I nodded, smiling.

“Sooo….are you ready? It will start as soon as you walk out there.” Helen caressed my shoulders.

I paused.

“It would be helpful to have coffee and breakfast first. And a shower.”

Helen nodded and to my pleasant surprise said “And at least a few more gentle moments. You had some with Gabriela, I heard. That’s good.”

Helen smiled, and we luxuriated in long romantic kisses.

Helen oversaw my very quick shower, smiling as she warned me not to masturbate, and to hurry.

I admitted to Helen that I would like to simply sit at the table like a regular person, relax, chat, sip coffee and enjoy the ocean view.

Helen smiled with sympathy, caressing my arms.

“From what I heard, that definitely won’t be happening.”

I felt sorry for myself then, to the point my eyes became misty.

Helen kissed me. “Let’s go.”

We walked hand in hand out into the sunshine of the veranda, where Gabriella, her daughter Gloria and Helen’s sister Sassa sat at the table.

I was suddenly self-conscious of my nudity, even though they’ve seen me naked and dripping sex juices. In fact, Gloria and Stefania have never ever seen me wear any clothes.

Everyone else was nicely dressed. Gloria’s navy blue short sleeveless romper especially caught my eye. I was suddenly very attracted to çankaya escort her.

It thrilled me that I was the only naked one, yet I felt nervous. And still sorry for myself.

I smiled and thanked them for making my dreams come true. I asked them if I may relax with them at the table for just a little while, just for coffee.

Sassa and Gloria looked at me sympathetically, and Gabriella stared into her coffee uncomfortably.

Sassa began to explain, “Slave…”

The mere use of the word “slave” to speak to me, instead of my name or any term of endearment, already signaled how different I had become from them, regular free people. I was owned. I was property.

Sassa continued, “All we’ve talked about the many ways we will play with you today, and we have been waiting. We allowed you to sleep in only because of the energy you’ll need today.”

Sassa paused, thinking. “Slave, we had a discussion over whether “the slave” had too much of a kind and luxurious time overnight.”

Gabriela defended herself by mentioning that I had my wrists bound behind me the whole time.

Helen added it’s ok, even good, for “the slave” to experience bonding of the emotional kind with her mistresses and owners.

There was a silence.

Sassa pointed to the stone tiles of the floor of the veranda. Her fingers then made a crawling type motion, and her other hand pointed at her feet.

I felt very sorry for myself at that moment. I had wanted a momentary break from all the subservience, to sit, relax and chat as friends.

I even wanted to take a break and wear something. A break, just a brief one, from being the only one always naked, from being so submissive.

I glanced at Helen, miserable. Helen looked at me sympathetically, but did not speak.

Gloria seconded Sassa’s command by also pointing at the floor. She smiled into my eyes warmly, but nodded, and then with a quick raise of her chin I instantly understood the wordless command: get onto the floor, pronto.

Gloria then spoke more sternly than I expected, given she had just provided a warm, kind and encouraging facial expression.

“Slave girl, the hesitation in obeying was not good. You are to obey commands instantly, especially from Sassa and Helen, who own you.”

Sassa smiled at Gloria, and Helen raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Gloria continued.

“I am only your mistress now, but I hope to soon earn full shared ownership rights to you, along with the beautiful sisters.”

Gloria smiled when she saw the pleased reactions of Helen and Sassa.

I realized they were all in agreement.

I found myself staring just a little longer than usual at Gloria, so beautiful in her sleeveless blue romper.

As I crawled toward Sassa’s feet, I wallowed in the self-pitying thought that I was being extra humiliated now, and thought I just could not handle this 24/7, all the time, for months to come. I was a human who needed a break now and then too.

But as I licked and kissed Sassa’s pretty, sandaled feet, I felt that arousal build again.

I felt the air on my skin. I imagined eyes on my raised naked derrière. I felt the tingle in my loins.

I remembered I was fortunate to be on this beautiful island with these beautiful women, who had enthusiastically joined in making my fantasy a reality, already more than I could have hoped for.

I had wanted to experience the full reality of the fantasy: true sexual bondage- and discipline, utter submission, totally owned for real.

Their ordering me to the floor to humiliatingly obey and crawl naked, to submissively lick their feet, despite my momentary desire to slip into pre-fantasy freedom (even if only for breakfast), aligned with my desire to know the experience of being truly owned and treated like a sex slave. Yes, I consoled myself, this dominance by my owners and mistresses meant I really was an owned sex slave.

I also thought that my not being allowed to sit as an equal meant they wanted this fantasy too, and that they were aroused by me. They were into my being their naked sex slave. I was owned and cherished.

This quick change of perspective kicked off a jolt of arousal. With sudden feelings of gratitude, I licked and kissed Sassa’s feet with fervor and passion.

Sassa cooed “ohhh, good slave.”

I was proud of this praise. Inspired, I began to make long, langorous licks from her toes to almost her knees. I nibbled on the leather of her sandals and animalistically gnawed on her shin with my teeth, of course in a gentle way.

“Wow,” whispered Gabriella.

Sassa ordered me to do the same for Gloria. I glanced up at Sassa, who nodded and smiled and patted me on the head.

“Good slave,” Sassa reassured me. “I want more of that later.” She winked and I smiled back.

I felt arousal as I blushed with humiliation, crawling naked to Gloria’s bare feet.

Gloria and I shared a smile before I lowered my face to her toes, which I gently kissed and sucked.

Other cebeci escort than a coffee cup clinking on a saucer, the ocean and birds, the only sound was my licking and kissing.

I had an idea as my arousal grew: I “swallowed” as much of Gloria’s foot as I could get into my mouth, wpumping it as if it were a dildo, continuing pumping even after gagging and my eyes tearing.

Then I licked and loudly kissed my way up her smooth, luscious leg.

I boldly continued onto her perfect thigh, licking and kissing, pressing my chest onto her knee. I felt her pretty knee on the insides of my breasts. I loved the skin to skin contact.

I was glad she did not scold me for going so high.

I decided not to go higher, though I longed for her upper thigh and to feel the edge the her romper, so I dropped to start on her other foot.

Sassa said “Lisa, you are so sensuous.”

“Uh huh, wow, that was hot” marveled Gloria. “You’ve got me tingling.”

I was surprised to hear my name being used when Sassa spoke, and it embarrassed me. I realized then I preferred to be called “the slave” or “slave,” so I could drop my identity in society and take on the identity of being the total and full sexual slave. I glanced at Helen, thinking I’d speak with her later on this topic.

Gabriella, applying her nutritional awareness, mentioned “the slave needs water – we should all start our mornings with water.”

Gabriella started pouring water from the pitcher into a glass. Sassa intervened to empty the glass into a shallow bowl.

Gabriella smiled at Sassa as she placed the bowl on the patio floor. I glanced at Helen, who nodded. I crawled to that bowl and without using my hands, lapped at the water.

Gloria, enjoying the view from behind, praised my “perfect, tight butt.”

I blushed again, feeling the ocean breeze on my exposed and widened anus.

Helen gestured and encouraged Gloria to enjoy my derrière.

Next, as I lapped the water, I felt Gloria’s hands caressing my rear. Mmmm that felt so nice!

Gloria calmly observed, “The slave’s butt is just perfect, it’s just perfection.”

It was difficult to lap water from the bowl as I felt her hands exploring and caressing my entire derrière. I felt her hands move more and more into the interior of the cheeks. My face wet, I gasped when Gloria’s fingers began gently exploring the area near my open anus. Strangely, my main thought was that I was relieved I had taken the time to thoroughly clean it while in the shower.

Gabriella kneeled to caress my hair. I stopped lapping water to moan as Gloria’s finger went into my anus.

Sassa placed a bowl of strawberries next to the water. I eagerly bit into the largest one on top. Strawberry juice flowed down my chin.

Sassa advised me to eat the whole strawberry, including the room with it leaves. I glanced up at Gabriella, our faces close. She nodded, it’s ok to eat the leaves, she smiled lovingly.

I hungrily ate more strawberries before the bowl might be taken away. My lips and chin were wet with strawberry juice.

Grabbing strawberries with only my lips and teeth was awkward, and for the strawberries at the bottom of the bowl I used my tongue to press them against the sides and lift them high enough to bite them.

I felt air, sunshine, hands and fingers on my exposed derrière and anus. I imagined their eyes on my anus. Blushing, I continued to eat until every strawberry was gone.

Hands left rear as I raised my torso, knees wide for stability and to show myself.

Thats when I noticed that a stool was mounted with a vertical phallus.

Sassa saw the directions of my gaze, smiled and greeted me again with “hello, sexy slave.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. Sassa’s happy and pretty face, her blue eyes looking into mine, triggered an auto-response of love and happiness.

Sassa then wordlessly pointed to the stool.

I looked at my owners and mistresses, feeling self-pity.

I was heartened by Gabriela’s smile. Not just any smile: loving smile with sparking eyes. I again couldn’t help but smile back, remembering our special, intimate moments alone.

I glanced at Helen as I stood and stepped toward the stool. Helen encouragingly smiled and nodded.

Blushing, four pairs of eyes watching me closely, I raised one leg to mount the stool. Then I realized lubrication would help. So I bent to spit on and swallow the dildo, sliding up and down, spitting more.

I felt it odd that Gabriela chose that moment to ask if I had slept well. Before I could answer, Sassa said, “she must have, it’s 9:30.”

I nodded. “Yes mistress, I slept very well.” I smiled warmly at Gabriela but had to return my attention to mounting the phallus.

I felt rather miserable suddenly. I realized I wanted a break and to just eat breakfast with them, relax and chat.

Instead, I had already addressed Gabriela as “mistress,” not using her name after our wonderful intimacy last night. And before I had enough çukurambar escort to eat or drink I was getting onto the stool and inserting the tip of the dildo into my bare, shaved vagina as all of them watched.

And they were comfortably sitting in chairs at the table, nicely dressed, and all had eaten a fine breakfast with coffee. In contrast, I was the one naked and getting onto a stool that was higher than the tabletop. I was on display.

I thought to myself, “What have I gotten myself into? Can I really take this 24/7 for months? They are not giving me any breaks…”

Sassa smiled wickedly and said, “We need our toy to be fully aroused, so we decided this would be a good tool to rev you up. Let’s see if your orgasm last night slowed your arousal level down at all, or if you are still a good and wet sex slave.”

Sassa and Gloria exchanged conspiratorial glances, and Gabriella blushed.

I took that as a challenge and began riding the dildo, shallowly at first, but I was indeed quickly wet and lowering myself more with each pump. When I reached down to the top of the stool – that is, the dildo was all the way in – Sassa clapped.

Gabriela stood and walked over to me to hand me a cup of water. Sassa scolded her for letting me grab the cup. Gabriela frowned briefly at Sassa but nodded and smiled, taking the cup back and letting me sip from it.

Gloria smiled triumphantly with an idea. “Here’s another way the slave can drink,” announced Gloria as she stood, gulped her own water, stepped over to me. Her cheeks were puffed. I realized she had not swallowed her water.

Gloria inserted her finger between my lips and I got the message to open wide as Gloria’s lovely young face came towards mine.

She positioned her face above mine and began streaming the water from her mouth into mine. The water came rather forcefully and I coughed, and then my face was splashed.

Gloria took another sip from her cup, and with her other hand held the back of my head. To my pleasant surprise, she open-mouthed placed her lips on mine and pushed the water with her tongue.

She did this a few more times with more sips.

When she stepped away, my face was soaked and I was panting for air, but I was delighted that Gloria had done this, and with her mother right there!

Gloria kept her eyes on me as she grabbed the bottle of water from the table. She poured it on me slowly, including on my head, breasts, and then let me drink from it.

Gloria said she liked the slave’s skin shiny.

Sassa added “she’ll be shiny from sweat and sex juice soon enough.”

Helen encouraged Gloria to take the lead in “managing the sex slave.”

“It’s your day to imprint yourself on the slave as a mistress with almost total power over the property, while at the same time understanding your power. Imagine as much uninhibited enjoyment as you can,” smiled Helen.

Helen’s expression turned more stern. “Of course, you will also learn to manage. For example, keeping the slave at the height of arousal without climaxing, and testing her limits without going too far.”

Gloria nodded seriously.

“Yes, I understand. And as we discussed, the first thing I want to do is bring the slave to such a high of arousal she wants to beg for orgasm. I will keep her in that state all day so she’s ready for the evening show.”

I looked at Gloria with wonder. Evening show?

Gloria turned to look up at me. She was then sitting right next to me, but I was sitting higher on the stool, my bare spread thighs at her eye level.

Gloria placed her hand gently on the toned thigh nearest her. I loved her touch.

“Slave,” she looked into my eyes with warmth but also the confidence of being completely in power, “slide up and down. I want you sloppy wet. But don’t you dare cum.”

Despite all the things that happened yesterday, when I was a sex-juice-oozing -and-bound-dildo-sucking naked slave, I suddenly felt humiliated.

I looked down at my flat hard abs, arousing myself more, seeing all my smooth skin on display. I noticed my labia around the dildo, glistening in the morning sun.

Up and down I slid, soft sounds of my riding and wetness embarrassing me even more.

As I rode, I glanced at the four of them, noticing (or thinking anyway) that they were all mesmerized.

This thought, their rapt attention on my sexual performance, I the only one naked and oozing sex juices, aroused me yet more.

Gloria kept her hand on my thigh, feeling my muscles work. That contact fed my libido yet more.

Gloria told me to hold near the top of the dildo. She leaned forward to run a finger up the dildo. She then stood to show the others the moisture before having me suck her finger.

She sat again and ordered me to continue, but slowly, to not risk cumming.

I wasn’t sure where to look, so I looked down. After awhile, I stared at Gloria. Then I gave each of the others a turn of steady eye contact.

I marveled at my own bravery to do that. I felt as if I were silently communicating my full acceptance of my sex slavery. I was ashamed of my sexual depravity, but I was simultaneously mentally submitting as a slave yet again to them, giving up my anxieties over making decisions.

The decision to do all this had already been firmly made, and I could give up control and guilt. After all, I was no longer in control.

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As Amanda was doing her normal 5 mile run on a cloudy Saturday morning, she was hoping to finish the run before the rain came. As she ran she thought about her life, what she is happy about, what she feels like she is missing, and what she has to do to get what she wants. Being married for so many years she just didn’t know if she was being satisfied anymore. Approaching mile 3, Amanda lost in thought she felt the flood gates open up and she was wet within seconds. The rain just soaked right through her cute yellow sports bra showing her hard nipples within seconds. Soaking wet she knew there was a gazebo just ahead about a half of a mile. She headed straight toward it to take cover. Little did she know this one act was going change her life…

As she approached the gazebo she saw the most beautiful woman in there with her large breasts in just a black sports bra her little black shorts with long dark hair. Amanda’s breath was taking away by her beauty. The woman said hello and Amanda return the pleasantries with just a gently shy smile. The woman sat on the table and started a conversation about them having the same idea about trying to beat the rain but how they both we not successful and now they are both here together. Amanda agreed and couldn’t help but check this woman out. She felt this desire to be with this woman. She wanted her. She wanted to kiss, lick and taste her. Amanda trying to come back to reality and struggling to regain her focus told the woman she was beautiful. The woman thanked her and shared the compliment. At that moment Amanda could feel the batıkent escort woman’s eye going up and down her body for the first time. She felt a twinge in her pussy. The two women talked for a little while about life where Amanda found out that the woman had just broken up with her girlfriend. Amanda perked up when she realizes what she just heard.

Amanda had never been with a woman but had always fanaticized about it. She wanted to know what it was like to kiss a girl. They continued to chat as Amanda climbed on the table and sat next to her. Amanda had put her head down just for a moment when she felt a hand on her cheek and one on her thigh. Startled she looked up and she was kissed with the most passionate kiss she had ever felt. She melted like butter in the woman’s arms. The woman laid her down on the table and straddled her while never taking her lips from hers. Amanda closed her eye and just got lost in the moment listening to the rain hit the top of the gazebo. She forgot about all of the stresses of her life and just let go.

The woman whispered in Amanda’s ear relax I promise I won’t hurt you. Amanda could feel her stomach tighten with anticipation. She was gently pulled to a sitting up position where her bra was removed and tossed on the ground. She felt the woman’s hand run across her breasts just making her nipples even harder. She was wet with excitement. She was doing this with a woman, in a public place, what if she got caught. What would she say? What would she do? But those thoughts quickly beşevler escort left her mind as she felt a warm mouth sucking on her breasts. She lay back down on the table and just lost all concentration and just fell into the moment. With a deep breath she felt fingers sliding up her leg and into her running shorts. The only barrier between the woman’s fingers and her pussy was this little piece of cloth. As soon as that was pushed to the side Amanda took in a deep breath as fingers were plunged deep into her pussy. With an almost instant orgasm she let out a loud moan right as a crack of thunder sounded as though on cue. She just laid there while the woman slowly pulled down her shorts leaving just her running sneakers on. The woman had her exactly where she wanted naked, turned on and ready for the taking.

Slowly the woman ran her fingers up Amanda’s legs as gently kisses followed all the way to the sweet wet pussy. Giving sweet kisses on the inner thighs Amanda started to twitch wanting more but that was not the plan yet. She just had to lay there and enjoy the tease of this stranger touching her body, satisfying her like never before. Gentle moans came from both women as the stranger just took what she wanted from Amanda. She climbs back on top, places her hands on Amanda’s face and kisses her deeply, pressing her into the table breasts to breasts with light grind of her hips showing Amanda that she is in charge.

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The woman continues to make her way down Amanda’s body touching, licking, sucking and soon to be tongue fucking. After reaching Amanda’s pussy the woman pulls back and looks at it and admires the beauty of the glistening soft, pink pussy. She tells Amanda how incredible it is and how bad she wants it. Amanda tells her to take it and just like that the woman’s face is there licking her clit while her fingers are teasing the outside of her pussy. Amanda’s back arches with excitement as she feels the woman’s tongue fucking her pussy. She screams with pleasure as she cums all over the woman’s face.

She couldn’t hold back any more but she wants more. She puts her hands on the woman’s head and holds her down until she makes her cum again. The woman’s more than happy to make that happen. Amanda, cums again and again. Now the woman’s face is covered with Amanda’s pussy juices and the woman tells her to lick it off. Amanda is more than happy to oblige. She licks her face, than they kiss one final kiss of the morning. Amanda is too weak from all of the excitement to notice the rain stopped and before Amanda can even realize it the woman is gone and she has been left completely satisfied.

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Courtney heard the doorbell ring.

She grabbed the towel, wrapped it around her neck and over her shoulders and ran upstairs to answer the door.

“Are you Courtney?” asked the delivery driver.

“In the flesh,” replied Courtney in a playful response. “Is that package for me?”

“Yes it is but I’ll need some ID” said the driver.

“OK please step in and I’ll go get my wallet.” Courtney responded.

As she came back with your wallet in hand, she said “I apologize for the music, I’m trying to teach myself Latin dancing.”

Courtney stands 5 foot three, is in great shape her 110 pound body is really athletic. She has nicely proportioned hips, a beautiful butt, and B cup tits. This day she was wearing exercise gear tight exercise shorts, and a sports bra. Small beads of sweat we’re already on her body as she had been working out for 10 or 15 minutes.

Her form and shape was quite a contrast to the slim, uniform-clad, 5’9″, beautiful black woman who commented “I thought you were having a full-blown party with the music this loud.”

Courtney, fumbling through her wallet to grab her drivers license commented “Party for one. You know what they say, when the cat’s away; the mice will play. You are not from the Caribbean are you?”

“My parents are from the Caribbean. I was born in Seattle. I teach fitness and Latin dancing when I’m not working this delivery gig. As a matter of fact I have to go in a couple of hours for my 7 o’clock class.”

Courtney found her ID, reached out to show it to the driver and blurted out “Maybe I should come to you for some dance lessons”

“You happen to be the last delivery of my afternoon. If you want I could show you a couple of things right now. By the way my name is Angela.”

Courtney exclaimed “0h you don’t have to. I was just kidding.”

“No no, I don’t mind at all. Dance is my first love. Do you want me to show you a few things?” responded Angela.

“Oh that would be so great. Even if you can show me some basic steps, I would love that. Can I take your jacket Angela?”

Peeling her jacket off her shoulder, Angela exposed a uniform shirt that looked kind of hot with the pockets accenting her breasts. She was obviously in great shape. And Courtney complimented her “Wow you’ve certainly got the body of a dancer.”

Courtney isn’t shy, but having said that, she’s never been experimental in our sex life. She loves complementing people and seeing their reaction. She’s a very warm and genuine type of personality. She is often described as bubbly.

Courtney put Angela’s coat on the railing of the stairs up to the living room and asked Angela to follow her to the downstairs side-split entertainment room. Angela could see the YouTube video that Courtney had been trying to watch.

“Angela can I get you a glass of water? Or a glass of wine?”

“Either one. What are you having? It’s been a long day. You don’t know how much I was looking forward to this last delivery.”

“And now you have to work because of me.” Courtney laughed as she went to get the drinks.

Courtney returned with a glass of water and a late afternoon glass of Chardonnay, for her new best friend.

“You look like you are into fitness too are you, Courtney?”

“I try to keep the muscles toned especially during this pandemic where it is sometimes hard to get out with friends or go to the gyms. I’ve been doing a lot of fitness in front of the TV. My husband is on the road quite a bit when he comes back tomorrow. We’re were supposed to go to some Latin dance lessons but that was all put on hold. I would love to be able to show off to him when he gets home.”

Angela wasn’t really in her fitness gear. But she did like the fact that Courtney was. One of the important things as a dance instructor is to see how the other body moves. “So what do you want to start with, Courtney?”

“I love salsa but I find it hard to do without a partner.”

“Press play and I’ll do the Male part.” Courtney pressed play and with an inviting smile, stood with her hands in position for her partner. Angela, returning the smile, quickly accepted Courtney’s invitation and stood in front of her with her hands meeting in the proper dance position; left hand high, right hand on Courtney’s hip.

Courtney didn’t want to acknowledge this outwardly but found it kind of hot that she had invited an attractive woman be her partner in a sexy dance with nobody home. The music started and they danced. Courtney, in her enthusiasm, bumped chests a couple of times with Angela and felt a little awkward around such a great lead dancer.

“Just let me move your hips. You follow remember?” commanded Angela.

Courtney loved the confidence and the firm tone. She was usually a bit of a submissive in the bedroom so this was kind of fun. She reset the dance position and secretly noticed that Angela’s pert breasts were inches away from her own. She inhaled a slow, deep, relaxing breath.

“I am so impressed with your movement ability, Angela.” Courtney said “You are so fluid and sexy.” Those ankara yabancı escort words have never before spilled out of her mouth.

“You’re doing quite well for never having had a partner who knew what he was doing. Salsa is so much fun and is a very sexy dance. Are you ready for some twirling? ” Has she lifted her hand and Courtney stepped in to do a complete circle.

Courtney was starting to relax and really get into the rhythm. This time she did a half turn to have her back showing to Angela, and looked back over her shoulder. She had this desire to really sway her hips; an odd desire being that she had never considered showing off to a woman. She noticed that Angela had a nice musty smell of someone who’d worked all day. Not overwhelming, but just invitingly nice.

“Wow, you were really getting this.” complemented Angela. “I love your enthusiasm and you have a natural sexy tease to your moves.”

Courtney blushed but loved the idea that another woman, especially a woman with such talent, noticed her and was confident enough to comment.

“Do you wanna learn some merengue before I go? I’ll just show you some basics. It’s such a sexy dance so your husband is going to be impressed.” Angela said.

“I’d love that. It seems so much more difficult but intoxicatingly seductive!” coo’d Courtney playfully.

“It won’t be that tough for you.” Angela said with a wry smile. “Why don’t I teach you some of the super-hot moves so you can show off.” said Angela. “Do you have a pair of sweatpants and a top that I could just throw on. It’s a little hard for you to see what’s going on when I’m in my uniform.”

“Of course, Angela. I’ll grab your T-shirt and I even have some clean exercise tights.”

Angela came out of the washroom in her new outfit looking really hot. Courtney hadn’t noticed fully, what a great body she actually had. Courtney’s T-shirt was a little small so fit really tightly showing off Angela’s perky breasts. When she released her hair it formed a triangle from shoulder to shoulder with soft curls. Her hair down like this, really accented her soft almond -shaped eyes and she spoke with confidence exclaiming how much better she felt now that she could move.

Wow. This is so forbidden but I am getting turned on by this woman, Courtney thought to herself. Then without thinking to herself she blurted out “Angela that’s not fair that you can look hot in a uniform and super hot in exercise gear.”

It was no obvious that these two were very comfortable with each other and found each other attractive. Angela felt she couldn’t make the first move in somebody else’s house, so she caught Courtney’s eye and winked in response.

“The basic steps are easy; the sexy parts take some practice. Can you find some music?”

Courtney noticed that her breathing was shallow and her heart was pumping and she fumbled through the YouTube channels. Angela moved over to stand right beside her new partner as they scrolled through the music choices. Courtney loved the guidance on picking a new song. She also loved when Angela gently touched her arm when the right song appeared. She thought this will be really fun to see that magnificent body moving through the sexy dance parts.

As the music came on Courtney turned and clasped her outstretched hands above her head and pranced over to Angela showing off her sexy sway. Angela reached out and grabbed both hips. They just dance like that for the first song. Courtney was really embarrassed to think that she was seducing her newfound friend, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was so excited and Angela obviously didn’t mind.

Angela twirled her around so that she was now behind Courtney. Courtney playfully arched her back, pressing herself into Angela’s crotch.

“Stop stop stop. We gotta get that booty moving.” Angela playfully scolded.

“I want you to turn your hands in and put them on your knees, shoulder width apart and bend your knees. Think of it like you want to tease your husband’s cock hard so he can rub it between your ass cheeks.” Courtney loved the calm nasty confidence of Angela’s direction as she was being instructed to really ‘turn on’ her dance partner. What Angela didn’t fully get, was who Courtney was now trying to turn on.

“No arch your back and throw your butt cheeks up to the back of your head, then curl them under, then arch your back and curl it again.

Courtney had been trying this but it didn’t really feel sexy. It was more like exercise than dance. She stopped and asked Angela to show her.

Angela didn’t skip a beat. She put her hands on her knees, elbows out and arched her back to throw her bum up to the back of her head. She then curled it under and up and under and up. Her gorgeous ass bounced freely. Looking over her shoulder she stepped back towards Courtney so it would be bouncy bum teasing Courtney’s rhythmic crotch.

Courtney exclaimed “Oh my God. I would never be able to do that. Look at that gorgeous ass!” Courtney extended bahçelievler escort her hands to pull Angela in.

“Touch it” instructed Angela. “Put your hand on my butt and just see how it bounces.”

Courtney thought to her self, “How the hell are my inner thoughts and desires coming out of her mouth?” Courtney had never thought of touching a woman’s ass while she was doing a sexy dance. It was so wrong, but you have to do what the teacher tells you.

Courtney timidly reached down and cupped Angela’s left ass cheek. “Can you feel how freely my muscles bounce?” Instructed Angela, “No,no. Cmon Girl, don’t go all shy on me now. You know you want to touch this fine, trim ass. You have been invited. Take advantage. You have to really massage deep for the muscles. Pretend you’re kneeling bread and my ass is the dough.”

Courtney went for it. She was titillated by the invitation and reached out to knead Angela’s butt as she was Twerking.

“Did you like that? It felt really good for me. Now it’s your turn.” exclaimed Angela.

They changed position so Courtney was now in front. She spread her legs shoulder width apart, bent her knees and arched her back and then pulled her pelvis under. She was embarrassed because she couldn’t get her ass to bounce. Angela put her hand on Courtney’s right cheek and slowly pulled it up and then pushed it down instructing on how to do a proper twerk. “Squeeze and release, squeeze and release. Think of him going to town on this cute little butt.” Courtney could not believe how good it felt to have these muscular hands squeezing and caressing her ass. She was so titillated, felt so guilty and yet shy. She really wanted to do this so she just went with the flow.

“You’ve got a great ass Courtney. You gotta be able to do this. I want you to relax as I move your bum.”

Courtney was in heaven. Here is this tall, slim, fantasy woman caressing her ass. All Courtney could think of what is that they were alone at this moment and no one ever had to know. Her heart was throbbing. It felt like she was having an affair.

Courtney was so turned on and decided it was now or never so she asked Angela if she could try that again. “That part of putting my hand on your ass while you dance, this time from in front of you? “

“Courtney?” Stuttered Angela, staring directly into her eyes as she guided Courtney’s hands back to her ass? “I’m a little shy to say this but I’m really turned on.”

Courtney broke the eye contact and went back to the massaging. This time with a lot more passion. It felt really good to be the aggressive one so Courtney cupped and massaged the bottom of her ass and back up to the top of her ass and teasingly brushed across her labia. Feeling these powerful muscles moving to the rhythm Courtney was relaxing into the fact that she wanted this woman to do more than dance. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was.

Now it was Angela’s turn to put her hand back on Courtney’s butt. Courtney turned and gave Angela free rein. She noticed how good it felt and noticed that there was a little more massage to it now. Courtney instinctively twisted her ass to give access to Angela’s fingers around her butt hole and even farther down. Angela was enjoying this obviously as well. She massaged the hips and down to the ass as Courtney tried to keep the rhythm. Courtney’s arched back presented a beautiful view for Angela. Courtney’s crotch also showed that she was enjoying it. Angela’s hands roamed freely around Courtney’s butt. She grabbed, twisted and caressed the two cantaloupes that made up Courtney’s ass. Courtney let out a pleasureful little moan as Angela playfully separated the cheeks and brought them back together. It wasn’t hard to tell that they were both turned on by this.

Courtney could feel Angela’s powerful hands separating her cheeks and pulling them together. Reflexively she worked into those hands and she couldn’t believe how sexy it was. This woman knew exactly how to touch her. Not to disappoint, Courtney pushed her ass into Angela’s fingers. Angela commanded Courtney to bend lower, as she did Angela’s hands went under to cup Courtney’s cheek. As she came up from that position she noticed that Courtney hands would naturally slide down to the back of her thighs which were her secret pleasure zone.She noticed Angela spending a little more time around her butt and occasionally slipping down to brush her labia through her exercise tights. This was an incredible turn on. Yes this was the sexy part.

Courtney turned around and looked at Angela in the eye. Angela could see the lust but didn’t back off. Courtney put her arms around Angela’s neck and slowly drew her wonderful full lips in for a kiss. She wondered if this was going too far, but driven by the lust, she didn’t want to stop. Their lips met. Courtney could not believe how soft and tender Angelas mouth was. She could also feel the warmth of Angelis tongue slipping gently out from between her protruding lips.

Angela pulled Courtney balgat escort towards her and slid her left hand down to Courtney’s asscheek but her right hand slid up and grabs leases engorged breast. This was so hot and so naughty. But Courtney knew she couldn’t stop. With the rhythm music still going Courtney’s rhythm stopped to all but still. She ground her hips into Angela’s hips. And the move was reciprocated. The kiss went from soft and sensual too firm and full of the passion of first sex.

Angela initiated lifting Courtney’s sports bra. Accommodatingly she raised her hands to the ceiling. She then lifted Angela’s T-shirt to expose a lovely rack held together by a very simple bra. Angela reached around the back and released the clasp. Now the two of them were chest to chest swing slowly to the music. Courtney let her hands move all over Angela’s back and down to her ass pulling her tightly against Courtney’s hips.

Angela took the hint and slid her hand down the back of Courtney’s pants and she started to roll them down her legs. Courtney could feel a rush of cool air on her pussy in sharp contrast to the last 10 minutes of heating up. As fitness shorts hit the ground, Courtney stepped out and flung them with her foot. Here she was standing nude in front of a beautiful black woman she had just met an hour earlier.

Not to be undone, Angela slipped off her sweatpants and was now down to her panties. Courtney slid behind her, pinched the waistband and slowly started to unwrap her present to herself. As she eased the panties slowly off Angela’s left hip, she voiced her protest that had Angela started to help. Angela got the message and just raised her hands above her head, closed her eyes and gently swayed. Courtney wanted to do this on her own so as the panties sank to the floor, so did Courtney. She was now ‘cheek to cheek’ with that beautiful ass and could see a beautifully manicured mound. As Angela turned and stepped out of the panties, Courtney kissed at her belly button with licks and nibbles, she made her way down to Angela’s slightly intoxicating musky mound. Courtney had never been with a woman but instinctively knew to tease her lips. Angela spread her legs to give Courtney access. Courtney’s hands slid from the back of her knee up to her taut ass and around the front of her now nude lover to a beautiful mound. As Courtney stood up, she turned her palm up and slowly slid her hand over Angeles clit, touched her opening and could feel how wet she was. And kept going to her tight little butt hole. Angela gave her free access.

The mix of emotion was delightful for Courtney. She had the guilt of fooling around on her husband, the ecstasy of being with another woman, and the sheer power lust of roaming around her friend’s body.

Angela opened her eyes and reached out to Courtney’s shoulders to bring her in for another long, lustful kiss. She massaged Courtney’s breasts as Courtney now raised her hands above her head. Courtney’s breath was a deep inhale as she allowed her new lover to caress her chest; here she was manhandle by a woman who obviously wanted her body. It was such a turn on that she would never be able to explain to a man.

Courtney quickly grabbed Angela’s hand and escorted her to the downstairs bedroom. Nobody had used that bed for months. She turned Angela around and Angela fell under the bed with a bit of a giggle. Leaving her one leg on the ground spreading exposing her pussy to her new lover. Courtney wasted no time. She got down on her knees and spread Angela’s legs so she could have access to these beautiful pink lips.

Angela’s pussy reminded her of an orchid. And on every orchid there were drops of sap; delicious drops on the petals. Angela made sure that Courtney got a great scalp massage. In a surprise move Courtney stopped. She asked Angela to flip over so she could see that perfect ass. Angela turned on her stomach, hands around the pillow and spread her legs giving Courtney access. Courtney grabbed Angela’s butt cheek like you would a mound of pizza dough. She then went over to the other side and massaged a second perfect mound. Smelling the musky smell from Angela’s pussy, she spread her butt cheeks teased the perfect little butt hole and worked her finger down to penetrate Angela from behind.

Angela writhed on the bed with moans of approval. Courtney was mesmerized by the ass cheeks. She was mounted on Angela and worked her left cheek while her right hand penetrated Angela’s flower gently in and out. She worked at in and out rhythmically, back-and-forth rimming her pussy then plunging deep. She could feel Angela starting to come so she increased the rhythm. With a shutter Angela ‘coo’ed and closed her legs, mission accomplished.

Now it was Courtney’s turn. Angela rolled over and grabbed Courtney for a really passionate kiss. She rolled on top of Courtney and instructed Courtney to grab her wrists above her head. This was a nice vulnerable position exposing all of her parts, her magnificent parts to her lover. Angela slowly licked the side of Courtney’s neck giving nice nibbles and working down to her breasts. She reached her right nipple she inhaled it and bit it firmly then let it go and inhaled it again. This was rougher than Courtney had ever played…but so exhilarating. Angela nibbled, caressed and pinched on Courtney’s sensitive breasts, alternating left and right. The pain, the excitement, the smells, the forbiddeness.

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