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Sometimes it is the order of things that are important, something apparently lost on at least one of my friends, Robin. She and I were buddies, pals, best of friends. Close enough to be personal about anything and at the same time not to take anything personally. From time to time we made love.

I can’t remember what got us started that evening, only that I didn’t have any cowboy boots and that she wanted to go to some western club to meet a friend of hers. The club was a clean place that was starting to smell of sweat and spilled beer, but I knew would smell of ammonia and floor wax by the next morning. It was a little to tidy for my tastes, long ago having been an inhabitant of this kind of establishment. No, it was not gritty enough, too sanitary, and it was populated with people drinking domestic light beer out of plastic cups and was decorated with neon signs selling imitation bocks and youth. And to quote the movie line, ‘One thing I can say about Texas is, it’s loud.’

The front door was in a corner of the building and just inside was the bar. Booths and table lined up against the dark walls and the dance floor was a giant diamond in the middle lit like a Hill Billy disco. Above the dance floor was a big screen television that alternated between National Finals Rodeo, NASCAR and a the video of a song the DJ had chosen. That’s were all the action was, and I decided to stay between the bar and the door while Robin went further into the hinterland and search for her friend. So I leaned against the bar in my dress shirt and running shoes and watched accountants and salesmen wearing jeans and sharp pointed boots and starched shirts escorting waitresses and secretaries wearing short western skirts and boots. It was clear that some activities have uniforms and others have costumes.

It didn’t take long to decide on what beer to buy since it was ladies night and draft was a buck for the guys and free for the gals. I stood there on the empty side of the bar, nursing eight ounces of something that was sort of, but not exactly beer, and watching the front door.

It would seem that women almost always make the first move and it wasn’t long before a cute red headed gal stepped up to the bar about six empty stools away from me. She was a pixie and wearing a crimson dress that complimented her short red hair. She ordered a beer and gave me a sideways glance and half a smile. (As always I was just staring.) Half of me said walk down there and get a number; you never know what tomorrow might bring, while the other half just didn’t want to have to explain Robin to the pixie when she returned.

My eyes crossed the room, looking for my friend, and when I looked back the fates had saved me. A huge cowboy walked up to the pixie and immediately an argument broke out. I eased away. They obviously knew each other because they had lots to fight about and they knew the bouncer too, because he called them by name as he worked them out the door and into the parking lot. Patience, I thought, patience.

I went back to holding my beer and holding up my end of the bar and counting accountants. For a few moments I was lost in thought and that is when I heard Robin’s voice say, “Hi Mike, this is my old friend Marla. She just moved back from New Mexico”

I looked up and there they were, arm in arm. While Robin was dressed the part of the cowgirl, Marla lived it. She was wearing a pair of jeans that had seen their time outdoors. The cuffs were shredded over the tops of her worn boots and as the jeans lead up her legs, barb wire nicks speckled the fabric. There as a giant nick over on the left leg that was tearing out and showing a lot of knee, but it was the way that they fit, fit over a body that was taught and lean that caught my eye the most. Marla was wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a crushed cowboy hat that looked like it was seasoned honestly. Her face was long and her smile wide and her black eyes sparkled despite the darkness of the bar. There was an edginess about her, a feeling that spoke of something moving her deeper than appearances.

Instead of reaching for my hand she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, keeping her hand on my shoulder as she drew away. Robin was still arm in arm with her as she kissed me, close, and if I didn’t know better I would say that she was holding onto Marla’s belt loop. I pressed my hand into the small of Marla’s back and she responded by stepping closer and smiling.

“How do you know Robin?” Marla asked.

“Oh I’ve known Robin a long time.” I replied.

“Bet I’ve known her longer.” Marla shot back, looking unflinchingly into my eyes.

“Yea, Robin and I are pretty close. She’s talked about you a lot. I’m surprised that we’re just meeting.” I said, wanting to avoid any unnecessary competition.

Marla turned to look at Robin. As they stood there faces inches apart something seemed to pass between them. Marla gave Robin a look and I realized that something was going to happen that night.

After a few songs, and the guys realized that kolej escort I was with both girls and neither, the girls were dancing far more than they were drinking. I danced some too. I could still hold my own on the dance floor, scootin’ a running shoe instead of a boot. Marla was a far better dancer than I and the popular new girl among the cowboys. We had taken over a table and when the girls were dancing with someone else I happily sat there watching the crowd and trying to guess if Robin would be horny and willing when the night was over.

There was a break in the music. Robin and Marla walked slowly back from the dance floor leaving two pleading men behind them. Marla sat down at the table and lifted her beer while Robin broke off and went toward the ladies room.

There was an odd silence, a moment between Marla and I. We turned toward each other and she gave me the same look that she had given Robin. I recognized it now, that over confident I’m going to tie your hands and make you scream and shiver look. It was something that I wanted to do to the taught cowgirl.

“How many times have you fucked her?” Marla asked, leaning into my ear.

“That’s a hell of a question.” I answered with a grin.

“Well, I have to know.” She insisted.

“Why?” I asked.

She leaned into me a little father. I felt the flat of her hand squarely on my leg. Not a kindly pat on my knee, but far enough up to trigger some feelings.

“Depends, you tell me first, then I’ll tell you why.” She lifted the bottle to her lips and inch from my ear.

I leaned back, careful not to move my leg from under her warm palm. “Well,” I said beginning to count on my fingers. “There was the first time.” I folded a finger down. “And then.” I folded down several fingers before turning to Marla. I leaned back into her, brushing her cheek with my own. “Don’t know for sure. I generally quit counting around twenty or so.”

“So that’s why she’s talking about you so much.” She edged closer to me.

“I thought you were going to say you’d been with her more than me.”

She smiled and I felt a finger moving against my jeans. “She was always Miss Goody Two Shoes. I kissed her playing spin the bottle. Rite of passage and all that shit. She always wanted to, but she was afraid.”

“And?”

“And she kisses good, don’t you think?” She stared at me with that ‘I’m going to eat you’ look again, this time a little more contrived.

Those coal black eyes were inches from mine. My hand wandered to her firm ass. Under her hand I was getting hard. I turned my face squarely to hers and we fell into each other, kissing harder, longer than I had ever kissed anyone in my life. When we stopped I looked around. Robin was nowhere to be seen.

Marla was more direct now, more honest. She had moved her hand to cover my crotch and she squeezed. “Y’all have to take me home with you.”

“Tonight?” I asked wondering how this was going to impact my plans with Robin.

“Yea, tonight. Tell you what. I’ll pretend I’m too drunk to drive. Then you can take me with you as a public service.”

“I’m driving a corvette.”

Her eyes lit up. “That’s even better.”

Robin came back and Marla did nothing. We sat and laughed, drank up our beers. I pulled Robins chair closer to mine. Marla was still leaning toward me, hand in my lap. Robin looked down long and hard and when she looked up I smiled.

“Hey Red, wait until I get you to my car.” I whispered.

She lowered her chin, watching me. Suddenly Marla stood up and pulled Robin from her chair. The Cotton Eyed Joe had started.

Country line dancing is controversial. Some love it, some hate it and everybody does it. I jumped up to join them. After the Cotton Eyed Joe there was the Shoddish and when that finished a waltz started. We circled and looked at each other, both women wanting to dance and only one man. Marla got the hint when I smiled and nodded and she pulled Robin off into the crowd.

Women dancing with women is not that unusual in Texas, but generally it’s early in the evening when the men are still getting drunk and building courage. Now it looked a little strange and by the time a couple of songs were over and the girls came back to the table some in the place were looking at us a little askew. I had pulled both chairs up, one on each side of me and when the girls came back they each took one, Robin on my left and Marla on my right. I wrapped my arms around them, kissing each on the cheek in turn and pulled them to me.

Both were hot, sweaty. Both were breathing a little hard, and short of Marla’s wandering hand nothing could have been a better turn on. We watched the swirling crowd on the dance floor while we drank another beer. I felt something on my leg again, at first believing that Marla was getting feely once more, but soon I realized that Robin was holding her beer in her left hand. When I kissed her cheek Robin smiled. When I kissed Marla’s she nodded maltepe escort toward the door.

We walked out in the order we sat together, Robin on my left, Marla on my right and the regular crowd watched with a questioning eye. As we stepped into the parking lot I held them up and quickly kissed both in front of the door.

Robin laughed and pressed her hand against my chest. “Girl boy girl.” She said pointing to herself, me and then Marla.

“How drunk are you?” Marla asked.

“Drunk enough.” Robin said.

Marla face curled into a grin. “What’s wrong with girl, girl, boy?”

Robin seemed puzzled. “Nothing I guess.”

“And you?” I asked Marla.

“Too drunk to drive.”

“I’ll take you home.” I suggested.

“That sounds like a pick-up line. Whoop.” Robin yelled drawing everyone’s attention. Suddenly she became stoic. “Hey, we’re in the Vette. Where’s she gonna sit?”

“You’re littler than me. You sit in my lap.” Marla suggested.

Surprisingly the idea went down like a sugar pill and soon I was driving through the neighborhood backstreets with Marla and Robin in the seat beside me. It wasn’t long before I felt Marla’s creeping hand and at a stop sign I noticed that her other hand rested quietly high on Robin’s thigh as she kept Robin chatting with some bawdy conversation I could barely hear over the motor and the wind.

Somewhere close to home Marla and Robin kissed. Not a passionate kiss, but an overly friendly kiss. I could feel Marla squeeze my crotch at the same time and it was all I could do to keep for thrusting my free hand into the tangle beside me. When they broke, Marla suggested a night cap at her place. Quickly all agreed and the table was set.

Marla’s complex bordered a field and was circled by a parking lot. As we idled around she pointed into the air to indicate her apartment. I parked several steps away from the entrance, careful to put the Vette under a streetlamp because I wanted to watch the girls climb out. Robin had been a gymnast and any hope for a drunken fumbling, stumbling, comical exit was lost as she easily pressed herself up from Marla’s lap. Now Robin was wearing the cowboy hat and she handled it like someone who wore one once a year at a county fair, giggling and constantly adjusting the oversized straw on her head.

“Girl, boy, girl.” Robin laughed taking up her place under my left arm.

“Girl, girl boy.” Marla said as she slipped in beside Robin. “Sometimes the order it important.”

I laughed to myself. I had seen those advertisements and knew the code, but knew the whole thing was lost on Robin. As we walked across the drive and up the stairs, I wondered if she really knew what was up, the plan, so to speak. When Marla opened the door and stepped inside, Robin stopped me on the landing.

“Hey sport. You up for it?” She grinned and looked at me with excited eyes.

I had my answer so I escorted her inside.

Marla’s apartment was surprisingly Crate and Barrel considering her taste in clothes and bars. There was a wall dedicated to photos of horses and otherwise the typical apartment furniture layout. Mail lay on the counter, Western Horseman sat askew and mixed with Cosmo on the coffee table.

“Here, have a beer and a seat.” Marla said as she stepped to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

With fresh beers in hand Robin and I plopped down on the couch. After a pull or two on real longnecks, I turned to her and gave her a long, easy, wet kiss. Marla had stepped away into the bedroom, but returned before we were finished.

“Damn, you would think that pants got looser dancing, not tighter.”

Robin and I looked up to see Marla standing before us in her sleeveless shirt, some very plain panties and white athletic socks. “Hope y’all don’t mind. I had to peel those jeans off.” She took a pull on her beer and started our way.

“Know exactly how you feel.” I grinned.

“Awww, you’re tennis shoes too tight?” Robin joked patting my leg.

“Pants.” I replied as I set my beer on the end table beside me and pulled her to me for another kiss.

Robin was in the center of the couch and as I reached to unbutton her shirt I could see Marla coming toward us out of the corner of my eye. I pressed my fingertips inside Robin’s bra like a teenager and she pulled herself to me just as Marla sat down on the couch beside her. I could feel Robin tense in my arms so I pulled her into me, grabbing her breast a little harder than I knew she enjoyed. I searched for Marla, finding her hair and running my fingers through it.

As I held Robin I could feel Marla closing in on her, getting closer and closer. I moved quickly to unbutton Robin’s shirt and start on her pants. Robin’s bra had a clasp in front and quickly her small breasts were free. There was another hand on her now. Robin struggled to pull free and for a second we broke up.

I kicked off my shoes and stood. As I did Marla pulled Robin mamak escort to her and kissed her deeply. At the same time she moved her hand from Robin’s breast and Robin relaxed. I quickly pulled off my jeans and boxers in one quick move and then I jerked my shirt over my head.

Marla stopped kissing Robin and looked up at me. “Ready for us huh?”

“What’s it look like?” I asked.

She looked at Robin. “Think he can handle it?”

“We’ll see.” Robin said, then with some pause. “I think I need a shot.”

Marla rose and walked toward the kitchen. I pulled Robin to her feet and cuddled her for a moment before beginning the strip her. We kissed and after I had removed her blouse and bra, I placed her hand on my cock as I kissed her and started unbuttoning her jeans.

I don’t know what was more provocative, her fist squeezing my cock in that familiar way as we kissed or the feeling of my knuckles against the soft skin of her belly. There was a clack on the coffee table as Marla brought three shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila. Marla began pouring as I knelt before Robin to pull down her jeans.

Robin took a shot and wobbled. It took the smallest push to press her back into the couch. I took her feet, pulling off her small boots and tossing them into the corner by the door. Marla filled the glasses as I pulled Robin’s jeans off her legs. Robin was wearing pink panties and she obediently lifted her hips as I started to roll them down her legs, exposing a velvet trim as bright red as her hair.

“You’ve done this before.” Marla said quickly tilting back a glass.

“Once or twice.” I said kissing Robin’s belly. I laid a string of kissed from her navel as low along her pubic hair as I could reach. For a brief second Robin opened her legs and let my tongue search.

She pushed me away. “Where’s that shot.”

As I stood Robin reached for one of the filled glasses on the table. Marla reached for me. Marla held my head with both hands and licked my face, drawing her tongue across my lips. I let her and began unbuttoning her blouse. Like Robin, her breasts were small. Unlike Robin her breasts were supple, not hard, but she was just as responsive, taking in a deep breath as I toyed with each nipple in turn. Again I knelt and this time pulled Marla’s panties to her feet so she could step out of them.

“Want a shot?” She asked as I rose. She held up a glass.

“No, not me. I’ve got quite a head start.” I said.

“Good man.” Marla filled the two empty glasses.

I sat down on one side of Robin and turned to her. Marla sat down on the other. As I reached for Robin again, so did Marla and, again, Robin’s body tensed. Quickly she pushed us away and stood.

“Let’s sit like this.” She said stepping away. Robin directed me to the center of the couch and took a shot before sitting where I had been.

Marla smiled, but it seemed a veneer. I kissed Robin for a moment before I turned to Marla. I held Marla’s shoulder in my hand as our lips touched. She tasted of tequila and was very, very eager. My fingers danced across her skin and I reveled in the silky softness. With deep breaths, Marla enjoyed our touch as well. If Robin was a gymnast, petite, flexible, Marla was the equestrian, strong lean muscles.

Robin’s hands were on me, pinching me, caressing me. For a time I turned to kiss her, caught in a sensual ecstasy until I felt Marla’s hand on my cock. When I turned back to Marla I watched her. Those coal black eyes pieced me as she stroked. Her soft, supple breasts danced with the movement of her arm. I took Robin’s hand and placed it on Marla’s leg and was surprised when she didn’t move it.

Robin began to kiss my shoulder, then my chest. I could feel her tongue lapping at my nipple, then on my side. As Robin’s familiar lips took me, Marla moved her hand down to massage my balls. For several very long and troublesome minutes I fought. This was all too much. Marla moved, bringing herself over me, pressing my head back into the couch. Robin sucked hard and deep. Normally quiet, Robin even began to moan. The sound of her taking me in her mouth drove me mad. I could feel my cock begin to pulse.

“Wait! Wait. Wait.” I said pushing them both away.

“What’s a matter Miles.” Robin said wiping the edge of her mouth.

“Yea, what’s the matter?” Marla echoed.

They both laughed at me.

“We have to take this to someplace more comfortable.” I said trying to pretend I was not about to lose it.

“There’s always the bedroom.” Marla grinned.

Robin sat up and emptied another shot of tequila. “I’ll be right back.” She padded off down the hall, closing the bathroom door behind her.

“She seems a little shy about you.” I whispered to Marla. I pressed a finger against the base of my cock to calm myself down.

“Yea, I know. Not what I had hoped for.”

“I’ve got an idea.” I said.

I stood and pulled Marla to her feet. She followed me easily to the bedroom. The room was a little more frilly than I expected, but Marla had surprised me enough for me to be expecting anything.

“Get on the bed.” I said pointing.

“How?” Marla asked crawling onto the fluffy comforter.

“On your back, long ways.” I replied swinging my hand back and forth. “Move a little closer to the foot of the bed. This will make her think things are what she expects.

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So, it appeared that Ronen and I had an “arrangement”. Everything had happened so quickly, it was difficult for me to wrap my mind around it. How had things progressed so fast?

The first night he took me, over his desk, had awakened in me a lust that I didn’t know I was capable of. I had written about a lot of sexual scenarios, based mostly on my own fertile imagination. And although I thought the stories were pretty good, and seemed to be popular, it turned out that the reality was very different.

When I was writing, I was the one in control. I decided who did what to whom, and how they reacted to it. I also decided when it was enough, and could, with a few stabs at the keyboard, bring everything to a stop at will. However, with Ronen, I had no control over anything.

The man had me by the balls, so to speak. Having discovered my very extensive collection of erotica on Harding’s old computer, he had, by implication, made it clear that my job was on the line. My job, and my reputation. I had always used a pseudonym when writing, the nature of the stories made that a necessity. But now, my cover was blown.

Ronen had all the information he needed to make my life very difficult. And I really had no defense, as I had been doing the writing on office equipment, and on company time. He could have fired me on the spot. But he didn’t. He chose another means of dealing with me, one that was quite unexpected.

I had become Ronen’s plaything. His toy. And he had some very specific ideas on how he wanted to play. After establishing our roles and the rules by which things would be done, it seemed I would keep my job after all, but at a price.

I had learned just how costly it would be the first time I broke one of his rules. He had decided that I was not to wear panties under my skirts anymore, and had told me so one evening after one of our “meetings”. No reasons were given, no explanation, he simply told me that from now on, I was not to wear them at the office. He liked my thigh high stockings, and said I could wear those, in fact, insisted I do, but panties were out. I was to go ‘commando” at all times while at work.

The very next day he called me into his office shortly after 9 am. This was unusual, as he usually wanted to see me after office hours. So, with some trepidation, I entered the office.

“Sir? You wanted to see me?” I asked.

“Come in Miss Ryan, and shut the door.” He sat behind the large desk, his back to me. I did as he directed, and took one of the seats in front of the desk, waiting to see what it was he wanted of me.

He suddenly swiveled in his seat and said sharply, “I didn’t tell you to sit down, Miss Ryan. That’s the trouble with you, you don’t know how to obey instructions.” My face must have looked a complete blank, as I had no idea what the man was going on about. He rose from his seat and walked around the desk to stand behind me.

“What are you wearing, Miss Ryan?” I stumbled for my words, still not sure just where this was leading.

“”Um, a skirt and blouse, sir.” It came out more of a question than a statement, but whatever it was, it was obviously the wrong answer. Ronen’s hand came down, hard and sharp, on the desk in front of me.

“No! What are you wearing under the skirt, Miss Ryan?” Then it came to me in a flash. I had been in a hurry to get to work, and had completely forgotten about what he had said about the panties.

“Oh, sir, I’m sorry. I was in a hurry this morning and completely forgot. Here, I’ll take them off right now.” Ronen put his hand up.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss Ryan. Come here.”

I walked over to where he stood, by his desk. He was sitting on the edge, his blue eyes fixed on me. When I got close to him, he reached a hand under my skirt, his fingers brushing the edge of my underwear. He slipped his fingers under the elastic and with a sharp yank, tore them off. I gasped as the elastic cut into my hip. Without a word he tossed them onto the floor.

He opened one of the desk drawers and took out a slim black rod. It was one of those telescoping things, like a pointer or something, looked like a car antenna. He strode over and stood behind me.

“Bend over the desk, Miss Ryan.” As I started to comply, he pushed me face down across the desk, my face resting on the blotter. His hand held me fast as he lifted my skirt up over my hips. I heard a light swish, and the rod landed across my ass with a crack.

Searing pain took my breath away, but I had no time to catch it as his hand rose and fell, again and again. He whipped me repeatedly over my ass and thighs, and I put my fist into my mouth to stifle my screams as continued without mercy.

Without thinking, my hand moved between my legs to touch my pussy, but he slapped it away. “No! I didn’t give you permission to play with yourself. Do you think I’m doing this for your pleasure, slut?” He whipped me again. “This is punishment, not play. You need to learn the difference.” The rod rose and fell several more times before he finally stopped.

My ass gölbaşı escort and thighs were on fire. Ronen snapped the rod shut and placed it back in the drawer. As I lay, gasping, across the desk, I felt hot tears begin to roll down my face. Ronen watched me for a moment, then his hand reached over and stroked my cheek. He traced the wet tears with his finger, then lightly stroked my lips.

“Taste your tears, Miss Ryan. And remember that when I give you an order, it is to be obeyed. No excuses. The next time, if there is a next time, I will not be so merciful.” He turned away from me, then said, almost as an afterthought, “Fix your clothes and your makeup and get back to work.”

I did as he told me, and left the office. The rest of the day went by in a foggy haze. My ass was so sore I could barely sit. After lunch, when I went into the ladies room, I looked at myself where he had hit me. Fiery red welts rose along my backside and thighs. On my God, I thought, how would I be able to explain these to my husband?

As it turned out, I didn’t have to. Bill called me later that afternoon to tell me he had to make an emergency trip to see his parents, as his father had taken ill and was in the hospital. I told him not to worry about me, not too rush back, to spend as much time as he needed. He was gone when I got home, much to my relief.

The welts faded after a few days, to the point where I could, if necessary, disguise them with makeup. But I never again forgot about the panties.

So then, this is how it was with Ronen. He ordered, I obeyed. There were times during our sessions that he seemed almost kind, when he would hold me after and kiss me tenderly, telling me I was a good girl. Then there were the other times.

He could be unspeakably cruel and cold. He enjoyed causing me pain, his blue eyes would grow hard and glitter with excitement as he would whip, or spank me. Sometimes he would grab hold of one of my nipples and squeeze, twist, until tears came to my eyes and I would beg him to stop. He would smile then and tell me that my tears gave him pleasure. And I knew he was telling the truth. His cock would become hard as wood as he would thrust it into my mouth, my pussy, my ass, whatever he was in the mood for that day.

In the meantime, I continued with my writing. Ronen had read all of the stories on Harding’s computer, and had told me that I was a pretty good writer. I knew he was enjoying them, as well as enjoying enacting some of them with me. But, as good as many of them were, there had always been a slight distance from my subject. Since I worked mainly on imagination, I didn’t always get it right. But that had begun to change.

For now I was writing from actual experience, not merely my active imagination. My agent had been surprised at the quality of the work I had been sending. “Damn, Carla,” he had said. “These are good! It’s almost like you were actually there.” I had smiled ruefully, if only he knew!

And, as things would turn out, my experience was only just beginning.

Once we established what was, for all intents and purposes, a master/slave relationship, Ronen decided to kick things up a notch. Our sessions had always taken place in his office, after hours. He’d let me know at some point during the day, discreetly, that I was needed. Not whether or not I was available, but that I was to be there. That I might refuse was unthinkable, the slave does not refuse the master’s order. I would make whatever arrangements necessary, and would stand before him in the office after everyone had gone home for the day. He would look me over, handle me, probe my most intimate parts with his fingers. My pussy was always wet, his fingers would glide slickly over me, sliding in and out of my cunt, over my clit, my asshole. All the while his eyes would be fixed on me with a quiet intensity that was both arousing and frightening. Sometimes I would be spanked almost playfully and fucked like a lover, at other times Ronen’s eyes would go cold, and I’d be whipped hard enough to raise welts across my backside, and he’d take me from behind, hard, in the ass. I never knew how things would happen until they happened.

So, on the day that things turned in a new direction, I was not expecting it. I entered his office, as requested, and waited for instruction. But Ronen was silent. He sat, going through some papers, did not even look up as I stood there. After a few moments, I decided to speak up.

“Sir? Is there something you want me to do?” He looked up, almost seemed surprised to see me there, then said,

“Miss Ryan, I’ll have need of you this weekend. You will be needed overnight, from Saturday into Sunday.” He gathered the papers up, placed them in a drawer, then stood. “I realize this is short notice, but I trust you will be able to make whatever arrangements needed.”

I nodded. Bill would be home for the kids, and it wouldn’t be too much of a problem to convince him I had to go for an overnight conference. “Yes Sir. Is there keçiören escort anything else?” I waited.

He walked over to the door and opened it. “No Miss Ryan, we’re through here. Thank you, and I’ll get back to you with the specifics. Good night.” I left, bemused by his seeming indifference.

What did Ronen have in mind for the weekend, and why an overnighter? And where? Surely not here in his office. And why didn’t he touch me at all this time? He seemed distracted, his mind elsewhere. I felt a bit of relief that it wouldn’t be one of those times I’d be whipped, but part of me was disappointed not to feel his hands, his lips, his cock. Despite the pain he often caused me, he also had aroused me to an almost animal-like lust. I had never come so often, or so intensely, before. Being at Ronen’s mercy had been scary, but liberating. I didn’t have to accept responsibility for the things that happened in that office. I could convince myself that I had a job to protect, a reputation to guard. And, freed from responsibility, I was able to let myself go and enjoy the things he made me feel.

I learned nothing until Friday afternoon. Ronen stopped by my desk after lunch, and dropped an envelope in front of me. “These are your instructions, Miss Ryan. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And that was it.

After he left, I opened the envelope. It contained a single sheet of paper, with a list of instructions. I was to come dressed in skirt and blouse with buttons down the front. I was to wear a pair of black thigh highs and heels. My hair was to be worn loosely, and, in parenthesis was the notation that I could wear panties, with a smiley face next to it. At the bottom of the note was an address.

I recognized it as being in one of the wealthier sections of the city, lots of old brownstones. Some of the oldest monied families lived there, as well as numerous nouveau-rich who had been gradually taking the neighborhood over to the chagrin of the established residents. I idly wondered which camp Ronen was in.

I took a cab on Saturday, arriving at the appointed place at precisely 2 o’clock in the afternoon. I knew to be precise, when Ronen said 2 o’clock, he meant 2 o’clock, not 1:45 or 2:15. Whatever was going to happen today, I had no wish to begin things by pissing him off.

I was greeted at the door by an impressively dressed butler. After taking my coat, he lead me into a parlor and invited me to sit. After sitting there for what seemed like an eternity, I heard a door open and looked up.

A woman entered the room. She was absolutely gorgeous. Medium height, slender build, with short dark hair, she wore an outfit similar to mine. Skirt, blouse, heels. I wondered if she also wore thigh highs, as I did. She walked over and extended her hand to me.

“You must be Carla. I’m Simone, it’s a pleasure.” I took her hand and lightly shook it. She smiled, and continued.

“Mr. Ronen is expecting you. But I’m sure you know that.” She gestured for me to follow her. “Mr. Ronen has been looking forward to this evening, as have I.” Her face was turned away from me, so she didn’t see my surprised expression. What on earth was going on here?

I followed her down the hall, and up a large impressive staircase. At the top was a long hallway, with many doors leading to what I assumed were bedrooms or bathrooms. All were closed, save the door at the end of the hall, which was ajar. We went through that door.

It was a huge bedroom, and beautiful, like something out of Architectural Digest. I caught my breath as I took it in. My companion chuckled.

“Nice, isn’t it? Wait till you see the rest.” But she made no move to show me. Instead, she took a seat on a small chair by the window and waited.

We didn’t wait for long. Ronen entered the room, spoke to someone I didn’t see outside the door. “We’ll have dinner at 6.” then closed the door behind him. He stood there a moment, glancing at the woman by the window, then looking over at me.

“Very nice, Miss Ryan,” as he checked my apparel. “Very nice, indeed. Wouldn’t you agree, Simone?”

From her seat, Simone smiled. “Yes Micheal, she’s lovely.”

Micheal, that was his name. Funny, but during the past weeks I had never learned his first name. Here I’d been, fucking this guy in every way possible, and I never even knew his first name. I wondered about this Simone, and who she was. Was she his wife? If she was, she didn’t seem too upset at me.

Ronen leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. Then he placed both hands on either side of my face and kissed me more deeply, his tongue sliding past my lips and exploring the inside of my mouth. He pulled away and turned to Simone. “You haven’t greeted our guest properly, Simone.”

She rose from the chair and walked over to where we stood. “You’re right Micheal. Please forgive me my lapse.” She looked at me and smiled again. She raised a hand to my face, then placed it behind my neck and leaned in to kiss me.

Her lips touched mine briefly, kızılay escort lightly, then she pulled me towards her and kissed me, deeply this time. I was startled by the feel of another woman’s lips on mine. As my mouth opened slightly, she pressed her tongue into my mouth. Ronen stood, watching, as Simone explored my mouth with her tongue.

I had never been kissed by a woman before. Although I had written about it, it was from imagination, not actual experience. This was real. This woman was real, as were her lips. And they felt good. I was aware of Ronen standing there, watching us.

Simone pulled away and broke our kiss. She turned to Ronen and asked “May I fix you drinks?”

Ronen said to her, “Yes, Simone, that would be nice. And please give us a few moments, will you?” She nodded, and walked over to the bar. Ronen looked down at me, taking me in for a minute, then he said to me, “Simone is not my wife. That’s what you were wondering, is it not?”

I hesitated, then said, “Yes, Sir.”

“She is someone just like you, that”s all you need to know.” He fixed his cool blue eyes on me. “And you are both here for my pleasure. Do you understand that?” I nodded.

“Good girl.” he said. He took the drink from Simone and she handed me mine. He looked at both of us, then said, “Well, I think we all understand one another.” Simone smiled and said, “Yes, Sir.”

I also said “Yes Sir, ” although I had no idea what I was agreeing to. To be honest, I didn’t care. This woman’s kiss had aroused me, and no matter what they had in mind, I wanted it.

“Why don’t you girls go and get ready.” Ronen said. He took his drink and went to sit on the bed. Simone took my hand and said, “Let’s go.” She lead me to a room off the main bedroom.

It was a master bath, with a huge walk-in closet. Simone, still holding onto my hand, leaned in and whispered to me, “You know why you’re here, don’t you?”

I nodded. “I can guess. Is that why you’re here, too.?

She smiled. “Yes, Carla. I am, too.” She turned away and turned the shower on. The water ran, gradually becoming hot. She looked at me a moment, then said, “It’s not so bad, you know? He just wants certain things, and he makes me…” Her sentence hung, unfinished. But I knew what she was going to say.

“He makes you hot?” That’s what she was going to say, I knew it.

“Oh God, yes Carla!” She watched me, then said, “He makes you that way, too, doesn’t he?”

Of course I agreed, she was right She began to undress, and I did the same, taking note of her beautiful little body, similar to my own, but with darker hair. When the water had gotten nice and hot, she stepped in and took my hand, and we stood under the stream. She picked up a bar of soap and began to lather herself, then me. Her hands, slippery with soap, glided over my body, lingering on my breasts, which she squeezed gently, then slid down my belly to my pussy. I did the same for her, and we spent several minutes just rubbing the soapy lather over each other. She slipped a single finger into my ass, then said,

“Has he taken you this way yet?”

“Um, yes,” I murmured as she slid her finger gently in and out. Her hands felt wonderful and I began to breath more quickly as she worked one, then two fingers into my ass. Without asking, I ran my hands down her body and slipped my own soapy fingers into her as well. Her little hole twitched as I fingered her the same way she was doing to me. But where I was still very tight, she opened to my exploring fingers.

“Did you like it?” I told her that indeed I had, but that it had hurt. “It does, the first few times. But after that…”

I knew what she meant. When Ronen had taken me that way, the pain had been intense at first, but had soon eased, replaced by a pleasure just as intense. Right before I had come, I was meeting him thrust for thrust as he plowed into my ass. And even though I was very sore back there for a few days, I also found myself craving it, wanting again to feel that big cock impaling me from behind. I hoped I would soon feel it again, but knew that, in all likelihood, I would be.

When we finished up in the shower, she toweled me dry, then herself, and led me back into the bedroom where Ronen waited. As she did, she leaned to me and whispered, “Just follow my lead.” I nodded. Of course, she had done this before, and knew what to expect. I, on the other hand, was still new at this game.

Ronen was still dressed, white shirt, black slacks, he even still had his shoes on. He sat in a chair, looking us both over, drink in hand. He inclined his head towards the bed, and Simone gently pushed me down across it, on my knees, ass in the air. Without a word, she knelt behind me and began to tongue me, first my pussy, then up along the cleft of my ass. With both hands, she spread my cheeks and licked at my asshole, probing it with her hot, wet little tongue.

The feeling was like nothing else I had experienced. I sighed, and opened up wider for her as she began to lick at me in earnest. Ronen watched us, his eyes intense, his expression unreadable. As Simone worked at me with her mouth, I began to breath more quickly. This woman knew her business, knew all the spots to lick, where to apply pressure, and where to tease me lightly with her tongue. She continued a little while longer, then just as suddenly as she started, she stopped and pulled her face away from me.

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1976

Martin’s Beach, Miskatonic County, MA

Scotty sat at lunch the circular lunch table, and although he couldn’t say what it was, he could feel that something had changed. Curtis, the tall black entertainment director at the resort sat with them like he always did, telling funny stories, and dominating the discussion, but that wasn’t it.

His mother Mary sat next to Curtis, lighting his cigarettes, taking the first drag, then handing them over to the big man. That may have been the difference, lighting someone’s smoke could be considered an intimate act.

He looked closely at his adoptive mother, she was dressed in a bathing suit with a light wrap around her body. She had a grin that wouldn’t go down throughout the meal.

‘Perhaps it Stevie’s folks?’ Scotty thought to himself. ‘They had always been less noisy than everyone else, but now they were almost silent.’

Scotty dwelt on that; they seemed sour and distant, and often sharing long silent glances with each other. When lunch broke, they quickly departed with few words.

“Hey boys!” Curtis said in his deep voice. “I’m headed into Arkham for supplies for the bicentennial, want to come along?”

Scotty and Stevie didn’t blink as they both shouted eager yeses! However when his mother spoke up, he was confused.

“I’d like to join you boys if that’s alright?” Mary asked.

“I thought you were sick?” A surprised Scotty asked.

Mary made a confused look of her own as she replied. “Oh, I feel better now.”

“Curtis do you mind if I drive?” Stevie asked as Mary and Scotty chatted.

“Sure, here’s the keys to my love bug!” Curtis said handing them over.

When they pilled into the small beetle, Scotty found himself in the front passenger seat with Stevie, and because of all the boxes they carried, his mother had to sit in the middle next to Curtis. As soon as they got started she lit a smoke for Curtis, then went to sleep on his shoulder.

On the return trip from Arkham the car was so packed with fireworks that Mary was forced to sit in Curtis’ lap. The cramped car with filled with laughter and loud music as they drove.

“Mom!” Scotty shouted over the music to be heard. “Quit shaking my seat!”

“Oh!” She shrieked. “Sorry dear, it’s just so.. Uh… tight back here.”

Her apology meant nothing as she continued to giggle and bump his seat. When ofise gelen escort they neared the resort she screamed with an intensity that Scotty hadn’t seen since she found him drunk on the sofa weeks ago. Curtis too yelled, but Scotty couldn’t make out the words.

After she nearly ripped his seat out, Scotty’s mother, and Curtis went suddenly quiet. The music still played and a confused Stevie looked into the rear view mirror to see them both passed out.

At the resort everyone scattered, Curtis had fireworks to deal with, Mary said she need a shower, and Stevie and Scotty wanted to get drunk before dinner! They snuck into the kitchen, but we’re shooed out by the staff.

“Man!” Stevie said in frustration. “What I would do for a drink!”

Scotty nodded in agreement, but lacked any suggestions. Susanne walked out with a smile and asked the boys what was wrong. When they weren’t forth coming she guessed it pretty readily.

“If it’s a drink you seek.” Susanne said in a riddle. “Then don’t be meek, I’ll show you something unique.”

Scotty laughed, whereas Stevie frowned and declared. “I’m not going to have tea with you!”

Scotty suddenly stopped laughing, ‘had Stevie been seduced as well?’

“Come to my office and the three of us can share a…” She said letting her words hang.

“Better be a trick Susanne!” Stevie warned. “No tricks!”

Scotty couldn’t help but laugh harder than before! Stevie had been seduced!

Susanne lead them to her office, which was near the main entrance. Staff and guests smiled and waved at her as the strolled by, she was a popular lady at her resort.

Once behind closed doors, she set out three shot glasses and poured liqueur into them, then handed them out.

“What is this?” Stevie demanded.

“Does it matter?” She asked as they clinked them together.

Setting down her glass she took the bottle and poured the boys another.

“To two-hundred years!” She said, the boys cheered than drank.

The liqueur was strong, very strong! Scotty was no light weight, but as Susanne topped up a third glass he wondered how many he could take!

“To America!” She cried out!

Scotty and Stevie made the fluid disappear in an instant, and she re-poured a forth. Stevie was giggling at a joke that wasn’t spoken allowed and sure what it was about, Scotty otele gelen escort laughed too.

After the fifth, or sixth shot Scotty put his arm around Stevie’s should and decided to teach him how to sing Oh Canada. Stevie tried, but kept slurring the words. Susanne however unzipped her one piece red jumpsuit, then removed it before folding and laying it on the floor.

Scotty marvelled at the elder woman’s figure, she didn’t look like the eighteen year old girls who usually played with, but she did know a thousand tricks they didn’t!

“No tricks Susanne!” Stevie mumbled as she pulled his shorts down to reveal his semi-hard manhood.

“No tricks…” Susanne said tugging on his beef. “Well maybe one.”

“Ok, one trick, but that’s it!” Stevie said sipping from his glass.

Scotty felt left out, but Susanne hadn’t forgotten him. She pulled his shorts down as well and started pulling on his already stiff boner.

Looking down at the ancient woman blowing him and jerking his friend, Scotty was surprised at how much thicker and longer his friend really was! He knew that had to be that African blood in Stevie’s background that gave him such an appendage!

Scotty also took note that Stevie didn’t wear underwear, he had noticed this before when they jerked off in front of a window whilst staring at a nude woman. Why his friend would forgo underwear left him baffled.

Stevie swore loudly, then declaring the room too hot, he pulled off his shirt. Scotty did the same as Susanne set herself up on all fours.

“Remember!” She announced. “On me, not in me!”

Stevie mumbled a reply about her not being able to get pregnant, then sunk his tick man-meat inside her. She grunted loudly at this, then grunted with each thrust. Scotty laid down in front of her as she commenced with one of her magical blowjobs on his cock.

Scotty watched her work his flag pole with expert skill, several times he thought he’d explode her head with cum only to have her ease off and wait. Stevie had no such restrictions on himself, he fucked faster and faster, then bellowed as he came.

“Dammit Stevie!” She cried out. “Why did you do that?”

“Oh, sorry…” He said in the least apologetic apology Scotty had ever heard.

“Just don’t do it again please!” Susanne said as she turned around.

Scotty looked at rus escort the mess of orgasmic juices oozing out of her silver haired pussy, then shoved his pale white spear into her. She didn’t grunt like she did before, but he didn’t care. Her old womb was wet, moist and… squishy, was the best word Scotty could use to describe it.

Susanne pressed back forcing Scotty onto his ass, she then without pulling out she started fucking in his lap. He looked up to see her working hard to bring Stevie’s giant sex organ back to life.

When his friend was tick cock was fully hard, Susanne stroked him as her tongue danced under the head of his penis. Scotty listened to the sounds the three of them made, and it reminded him of something else, from earlier that day.

‘My mother fucked Curtis in that car?’ Scotty thought to himself amazed!

It all made sense now! Scotty found himself overwhelmed by thoughts and emotions. This bewilderment trigger an explosive and unexpected orgasm in Scotty! Susanne didn’t stop pounding his lap, but she did complain.

“Scotty!” She said taking Stevie’s massive rod from her mouth. “You promised not to do that!”

Stevie laughed, then Susanne laughed. Scotty took a deep breath then chuckled along with them. Susanne started fucking his meat, not wanting to miss out on his flagging erection. Scotty squealed, but with two creampies packed into her ancient and loose uterus, it wasn’t the usual discomfort he got after he came.

Scotty’s erection returned quickly, he wondered what Susanne had planned this time. It didn’t seem that she wanted to try anything new, as she kept her pace on his lap as she sucked his friend.

“Hold on as long as you can!” Susanne begged. “I want us all to cum at the same time!”

Scotty had no clue how he’d be able to do that, as Susanne was the one doing all the work!

Stevie laughed deeply as he spoke. “You better cum now Susanne, cus I’m as ready as a buck on the first day of spring!”

Susanne didn’t reply, she had a mouthful of dick to worry about! Scotty didn’t see Stevie cum, but he did hear it! His friend roared louder than Curtis in the love bug!

Scotty came too in a torrent, he also felt it push out the two previous creampies to pour forth on to his testicles. It was warm and gooey as it oozed forth, all three loads mixed into one.

Susanne stood up, dressed, then kissed the boys deeply. Scotty tasted her salty tongue and tried to push the thought from his mind. In a moment she was gone and he lay naked sweating and panting on the floor with his friend.

“Scotty!” Stevie said in a shrill voice. “You promised not to cum in me!”

The two boys laughed as they passed out.

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My husband, Steve, and I met in college in another state. After graduation, we moved to the small rural community where he grew up. He was popular in High School, and was dating Anne, who is now the minister of our church. When Anne’s husband was killed in a car wreck, Steve was there to comfort her. Old feelings and her loss, and well, one thing led to another. Steve came to me after about a week, and confessed that they were sleeping together. He suggested that we could move, or break up, but he didn’t think he could control his attraction. Not living right down the street.

I went to Anne’s house, expecting to confront her, but when she answered the door in tears, I asked her what was wrong. She said that she had been seeing a man, and he told her that he loved his wife, and would probably be moving away. I told her that Steve had told me about them. She was crying uncontrollably as she told me that she had loved Steve since 9th grade, and how she felt so terrible that she had caused us so much pain. I found myself comforting her. We were both shocked when I suggested etlik escort that we share Steve. When Anne and I explained our solution to the situation, Steve thought we had both lost our minds. I said that I would lose my nerve if we didn’t just do it. They both just sat there watching as I undressed. Nude, scared, excited and confused, I then undressed Anne.

She hesitated for a moment, then cooperated. We both undressed Steve. Then I led them to our bedroom. I started kissing Steve, and pulled Anne close. She kissed Steve, but then, with tears running down her cheeks, she kissed me. I had never kissed a girl before, and later learned that it was a first for Anne too.

A few moments later, Anne and I were sharing Steve’s rock hard cock. Licking and sucking on his 8 inch pole, tasting his pre-cum mixed with our saliva. I pushed Anne down onto her back and directed Steve to get on top and enter her. While he slid into her, I started licking his balls hanging down between his thick, muscular thighs. eve gelen escort Then, as Anne lifted her knees up, I started licking her ass. Anne was announcing that she was going to come in just minutes. I moved around to the head of the bed, wanting Steve to eat my pussy while he kept fucking her, but it worked out just a bit different than the plan.

Steve pulled me down on top of Anne’s face. Anne started licking and sucking on my labia and clit. Steve was kissing me and sucking on my tits. Anne was cuming beneath us. I pushed Steve to the side, and demanded that he “Fuck you wife… ” Anne pulled me down on top of her, in a 69, we were kissing and caressing each other’s pussies, as Steve slid his thick cock into my dripping wet vagina. Anne sucked my clit into her mouth as Steve pounded me from behind. I slid 2 fingers into her and kept licking and sucking as Steve fucked me hard. I came really fast. Steve kept slamming his big, beautiful cock into me, again and again. Then he started to cum. gaziosmanpaşa escort Anne pulled his cock out of me, and shoved it into her mouth. Steve must have cum a lot, because she was choking and gurgling cum. As Steve fell over to one side, I spun around and slid my tongue into Anne’s mouth. We swapped the cum back and forth between our mouths, until we finally swallowed it all. Then we started licking each other’s faces clean from the drops of cum on her nose, and my chin.

After we were all satisfied, we talked about it. Anne and I wanted more. Steve was worried about our marriage and Anne’s position in the church. I suggested that Anne is just too depressed, and frightened to live alone in that house, so as her good friends, we would take her in, care for her, and nobody would ever know we also fuck together.

She moved in a week later. We have lived together now for 6 months. Sometimes Anne sleeps with Steve, and I sleep in the other bedroom. Sometimes I sleep with my husband, and Anne stays in her room. Sometimes Anne and I spend the whole afternoon in a pure lesbian lust-fest. But mostly, we sleep 3 in a bed.

I enjoy going to church together. The rest of our community think Steve and I are just so wonderful to give our good friend such support. They will never know that I would be very unhappy if she were ever to move out. I would miss the taste of her sweet pussy juice mixed with my husband’s cum.

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I drove Emily all around our city and showed her the different areas of interest. We chatted and had a very good time. We were like two old friends and anyone who would have seen us would have no idea of the lewd things we had been engaged in just a few moments earlier.

We ate at one of the finer restaurants in town and, of course it was Emily’s treat. She had loaned me a pair of white cotton panties because Ann’s blue ones were soaked with my sexual secretions and I could not wear them under my white pants. Of course she was dressed in all black. We were indeed a couple of truly beautiful and attractive women.

It was time for us to return to the hotel and as we drove along Emily, for the first time on our outing turned the conversation toward sex.

“This little escapade was not your first threesome was it?” She asked.

“No it was not” was my smiling response.

“How many others have there been?” She asked.

“Only one. This was the second time for me.” I replied.

“You were so incredible I thought for sure that you had done this many times. What led you to do this?” Emily queried.

“My husband is away on business a lot. I was bored and while exploring the Internet I discovered porn. That was about six months ago. I have been reading different erotic stories and visualizing myself doing all of those erotic sexual things. I have made Literotica and masturbation a part of my daily routine. It is just as important to me as working out at the health club and enjoying my son’s athletic careers. I have to orgasm at least once a day. At least that’s my goal. I love to masturbate.

I made up my mind that I wanted to actually experience some of the sexual things that were so vividly described on the net. So when an opportunity presented itself I was more than ready.”

“Tell me about the first time,” Emily said.

“I was checking the mail for my next door neighbor and brought it into their house. No one was supposed to be home but when I walked in I heard the sounds of sex. It was, Angie, their daughter. She was supposed to be at a gymnastic camp in a nearby town. Angie brought home one of the instructors and was fucking him in her bedroom”

“What did you do? Emily asked.

“I watched them fuck for a while and got so turned on. They were so into it and their young bodies were so beautiful. I had to join in. I told them that I would tell her parents unless they let me participate,” was my reply.

“So what happened next?” she questioned.

They both agreed and we sucked and fucked each other for the next couple of hours. I ate my first pussy and loved it. I loved the way I felt as we pleasured each other. It was so intense and sexually satisfying. I felt no remorse or guilt at all. I couldn’t wait for my next sexual adventure,” I volunteered.

“And that was today with Richard and I,” Emily stated.

I smiled and replied, “No. I seduced one of George Bush’s campaign workers a couple of weeks ago. She was a college student from Minnesota who was working door to door in our neighborhood asking for contributions. I asked her in and propositioned her with cash. With very little hesitation she ate my pussy. It was wonderful. She was so beautiful and really got with it once she started. It was her first time with a woman. The blue panties that I wore today were hers. They were soaked with her juices. I am getting wet thinking about it. I am going to always keep them. I also want the panties that you are wearing now.”

With an intense look on her face she replied, “The panties are yours and they are getting wet too. Your stories are turning me on. Do you know that I have never made love with another woman unless Richard was there? In fact, he is the only man that I have ever fucked, period.

“Aren’t you curious as to how it would be to fuck another man?” I asked.

“Of course I am and we will talk about that later. I want to watch you masturbate. Will you do that for me in the room?” she asked.

Pretty lady, I think that I would do just about anything sexual. Just let me know what you want me to do.” I answered as we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel.

As she dialed her cell phone Emily said, “I am going to ask Richard to give us some time alone. I want to experience how it feels to make love with another woman without him being there.”

“Hello, Richard we are coming up to the room. I would deeply appreciate it if you would go down to the pool for a swim. Betty and I want to spend some time alone. Bring your cell with you. I’ll call when we are ready for that big cock of yours. We expect a big load this time around.” She said as she smiled into the phone.

We walked into the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor. Richard was not in the room when we arrived.

Emily walked up to me, grasped my shoulders, and kissed me on the lips. She then gently probed my willing mouth with her tongue. I sucked it just as gently for a second and then I trapped her full bottom lip between my teeth. I sucked on it lustily for a few seconds dikmen escort and then let go.

Emily gasped as we parted and said, ” I liked that. Now lets get out of these clothes.”

She quickly pulled off her blouse and shorts, then unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor. The nipples on her beautiful little tits were already hard and extended. Emily was ready for some more loving. She sat down on the couch and said, “Lets leave our panties on for awhile”

My pussy was already dripping and I began to salivate. I quickly stripped down to my panties as her eyes took in every inch of my body.

“God, you are so sexy.” Emily said, “So tall and thin and beautiful. I love your little titties. The nipples are so long and suckable. Lets rub our panty-covered pussies together and make them sopping wet. I want them to be sopping wet when I give them to you. I want you to lick and smell them tonight as you finger fuck your beautiful pussy. Come on pretty girl lets rub.”

I lay down opposite from her and we overlapped our legs until our pussies met. I put my hands down behind me and bucked into her. Emily did the same and banged her black panty-covered clit into mine. I grabbed her legs behind each knee and pulled her pussy tight against mine.

“Lets just rub, I said. We rubbed our clits over one another, together, enjoying the pleasure. Our pussies were wet and soaking through our sheer panties. We slid over one another and our pussies began making sloppy sloshing noises. The feeling was fantastic.

I ground my pussy into hers, then humped her and ground into her again. Our clits were so hard and extended that we could feel them through the cloth. Clit to clit we worked our pussies.

We were both moaning and groaning when Emily gasped, “Your clit is so big! Fuck me with it baby! Make me cum in my panties.”

We ground and humped as hard as we could and I exclaimed, “Rub that pussy baby! Rub that sloppy cunt on mine. Make me cum! Make me cream in my pants! I’m close. Buck baby, buck!

“Fuck me hard baby! I’MMM CUUMMMINNG! Emily screamed.

“OH GAWD! MMEE TOOO! I shuddered as I exploded.

We lay back for a moment and Emily said, “I want to see your pussy. I want to see you do yourself.”

I stood and quickly removed my sodden panties. I then pulled up a chair, which faced Emily, close to the couch. I sat down and draped my long legs over the arms of the chair and slid my ass to the edge of the seat completely exposing my dripping pussy to her.

Emily had also shed her wet panties and was spread wide on the couch. I gasped at the sight. I loved her fabulous well-toned body. The nipples on her little lemon-sized tits were erect and dark. I wanted to suck them bad. Her thick black bush was covered with her pussy juices.

She had a slightly dazed look on her face and she started talking, “God, you are the sexiest woman in the world. Your pussy is lovely. It’s perfect. Your clit is so big. I have never seen one that large. It’s like a little cock. Stroke it for me. Her eyes were focused on my open cunt. She extended her tongue and licked her full lips unconsciously. I pulled my legs further back and using both hands I spread my pussy lips wide. My enlarged clit stood up and indeed looked like a small cock. She was looking directly into my pussy and it made me excited. I was so damn hot. The idea that Emily was looking at my pussy only added to the fire.

“What a beautiful pussy,” Emily said. “The lips are so swollen and you are so wet. I can smell it from here. Stroke it with your finger pretty girl. Finger fuck that pretty thing. I want to see you cum.”

Emily spread her legs wider and began to finger her pussy. I watched with fascination as the fingers on one hand spread her pussy lips while the other stroked and rubbed her clit. The smell of her excited pussy reached my nose. Her pussy was beautiful. Emily was wide open and her hard little clit was clearly visible.

I began to stroke myself and Emily said, “That’s it baby. Your juices are running out and down into your pretty brown asshole. God! I wish I had a dick and could fuck your pussy.” Her fingers moved faster, “Ohh yes! That’s it, fuck yourself with your fingers and rub that big clit. Your pussy is so pretty. Finger fuck that cunt. Fuck it! Fuck it hard! Oh Gawd, I am going to cum again! Finger fuck yourself! Aahh! Yesss! Unh, Unh! She cried out over and over as she keep thrusting her fingers in and out of her very wet cunt. The squishy liquidly sounds drove me crazy with lust.

Her voice got low again and she said, “I’m about to cum. You know that I like for you to watch my face when I cum.” I looked up at her face and her eyes were locked on my pussy, Her lips were swollen and saliva dripped from the corners. Her beautiful face was again distorted as she worked to cum.

The sights and sounds of Emily bringing herself off drove me wild. I stuck two fingers from my right hand into my asshole and worked the thumb into my pussy. With elvankent escort my left hand I rubbed my clit and stroked my pussy. I used the arms of the chair for support and my ass bucked up at my thrusting fingers like a jackhammer. Masturbating in front of another woman drove me to one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

“Watch me cum baby. Watch my pussy juice flow. ” I gasped as my pussy spasmed and gushed a thick white cream that flowed down and into my asshole. Gobs of cum flowed from my cunt. My love sauce was a masterpiece.

I relaxed a little and settled back in the chair. I licked and sucked the cum from my fingers and the palms of my hands. I love the stuff.

Emily said, “That was the most intense orgasm that I have ever given myself. You were beautiful and you cum so much. I have got to taste you. Please don’t move.” Of course I had no intention of moving. I eagerly anticipated that beautiful mouth sucking my pussy.

Emily moved from the couch on her knees and wasted no time as she moved that beautiful face between my legs. She fastened her mouth on my asshole and sucked the juices that had settled there. I immediately orgasmed again and exclaimed, ‘Fuck Yes! Do my asshole!”

She immediately rolled up her tongue and deeply probed my butt hole. Then she flat tongued me from my ass to my gaping pussy as she loudly sucked and slurped my thick cum. Again my pussy went into spasmodic orgasm and more of my honey poured out.

“Oh God pretty baby! Lick it all up. Swallow all of my sauce. Let Miss Betty feed your pretty mouth.” I gasped as Emily started to really get into it. The loud slurping sounds she was making only added to the wonderful feelings that her probing tongue created in my cunt.

“I’m going to eat it all and then I am going to make you cum some more. I love to eat your cum. Suck mine off of my fingers.” She said as she presented her cum soaked fingers to me.

They were coated with her thick pussy juice and I sucked them loudly and almost uncontrollably, making sure to lick between each finger. I love the taste and texture of a woman’s cum and I had to eat every drop. She stopped licking for a moment and started moving those pussy-wet fingers back and forth into my mouth in a fucking motion.

“Is it good baby?” Emily asked.

“Oh God, Yes! Keep licking my pussy, I am about to cum again.”

She put her head back down just as I experienced another little orgasm and more pussy juice oozed out. She put her mouth tightly over my opening and sucked in, bringing my inner labia out to her tongue, which she licked rapidly. I cried out my pleasure in a series of pants as she ringed my hole with her tongue. “Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh, That’s it pretty baby. That’s what I like. Suck my pussy hard.”

Her tongue came out and licked my pussy up slowly toward my clit. All the while she loudly sucked in and swallowed the copious amount of thick cum already deposited there. I could hardly wait for her tongue to get there.

Emily raised her cum soaked face and breathed deeply. She looked directly in my eyes with that crazed look and in between breaths said, “I can’t get enough….. of your sauce….. Your cum is so thick….so tasty….I love to eat pussy…..I am so nasty…..I am a pussy eating slut…. I am going to work… that little cock…..I love to make you cum.”

She flicked my clit with her tongue and it felt like an electric charge going through me. Then she sucked it into her mouth and I came so easily this time. I could feel my fluids eject and Emily loudly lapped them up. My head rocked from side to side as I enjoyed this last orgasm.

Emily flicked my clit with her tongue rapidly and then licked it several different ways, each one driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt like I was in constant orgasm. She gave it one last suck and then moved down to my sopping wet hole and fucked me with it.

“Fuck Yes! I exclaimed I as exploded again and more cum flowed into her eager mouth. “It’s so fucking good! Please don’t stop! I can’t get enough of this good shit!”

“I’m not through yet baby doll,” She gasped and I felt two fingers enter my gaping hole. Emily shoved them all the way in and I let out a guttural sound of primitive lust. “AAAAHHHHHHH, SHIITT!” She again licked my clit hard and fast as she sawed her fingers in and out of my pussy. I felt the thumb from her other hand probe the opening of my asshole and I knew that I was about to explode again. I felt it pass my sphincter and settle knuckle deep in my ass.

I exploded with another body wracking orgasm and I bucked back against her fingers as it consumed me. She responded by fucking me hard and fast with her fingers as her tongue worked my clit with a frenzy. Copious amounts of cum poured out of me into her waiting mouth.

I heard her faintly say, “That’s it pretty baby…. That’s the way to cum…. for mama…. Feed mama…. with your beautiful thick cum….I love the way you cum….I want more….This nasty old gal…wants emek escort more.”

“I am going to try to work your G-spot,” She said as she shifted her fingers and curled them up, spreading my lips wide. All of the things Emily was doing drove me higher and higher. This was the most intense orgasm run I had ever experienced. I had never brought myself this far and I was now experiencing pleasures I hadn’t known. Her fingers pressed in on me and I felt the wrinkled skin over my spot tighten in readiness.

Emily had her thumb in my ass as her tongue continued its assault on my clit. With her fingers rubbing my spot furiously it took very little time for the pressure to build and I worked hard to cum again. I was on an unbelievable sexual high and with a few more strokes I exploded inside and my pussy gushed more thick, white, creamy cum into Emily’s waiting mouth. I screamed, “OOHHH GAWD!” as I felt a glorious rush of heat from my orgasm.

Emily licked up the copious amounts of cum leaking from my hole then looked at me. Her face was slick with my secretions. She smiled and said, “You have been a wonderfully naughty girl, a married woman fucking and sucking two complete strangers all afternoon. Naughty girls usually get spanked. I want to spank your beautiful ass. Have you ever been spanked nasty girl?”

“Not since I was a bad little girl.” I answered.

“Well I think that a good spanking is in order, don’t you?” she smiled.

“Yes. Yes I do. I’ll try anything with you.” I replied.

“Put my black panties on. I want to make you cum in them. I want to spank that ass with my panties on.”

I picked up the panties from the floor and slipped them on. As I pulled them tight around my pussy I gasped as I experienced another small orgasm. Jesus Christ! I was on an incredible sexual high.

“They are beautiful on that long body.” Emily breathed. “Lets move to the bed.”

As we walked to the bed Emily said, ” I want you to eat my pussy before I spank you.”

“I can do that. I want to taste you.” Was my reply.

Emily kneeled on all fours with her ass high in the air and I immediately sank to my knees on the floor. Her pussy was swollen from the excitement and her engorged clit protruded. It was soaked with her juices as was her hairy asshole. I leaned in and stuck my whole face in it and at first I just rubbed and inhaled her smell. It was intoxicating. Then I began to lick and suck, loudly and steadily on her cunt.

I slurped and swallowed all of the tasty cum that I could find there and then I moved to her asshole and gobbled up what had accumulated there. She tasted wonderful. Emily responded by slowly humping her ass back into my waiting mouth and said, “Ohh, eat me baby. Tongue my hairy asshole. Tongue fuck this horny old bitch.”

I did as asked and assaulted her hole with a rolled up tongue. I stuck it in as far as it would go and nibbled on the rim with my teeth as Emily pushed her tight ass back against my face.

“Eat my ass. Eat my fucking ass you nasty bitch.” Emily directed as I plunged my tongue repeatedly into her ass in a fucking motion. I then worked down the length of her pussy and lapped at her clit. When I touched it she lurched forward and dropped her head down to the bed and said, “I am about to cum. Suck my clit. Suck the pussy juice out of me. Suck pretty baby, suck!”

I wrapped my tongue around her clit and sucked with a strong, steady effort. I sucked it like I would suck a cock. She exploded into orgasm with, “Fuck Me! Fuuucck Yes! I’mmm Cuummiinng!”

Emily slumped forward on the bed and lay there for a few moments and then she looked at me and said, “You are the best baby girl, the absolute best. Now I want to spank that beautiful ass before I call Richard up here to fuck your brains out. Get up here and kneel.”

I kneeled with my ass high in the air. Emily stood and without hesitation brought her hand down hard and slapped my panty-clad ass. It stung like hell and I gasped. The slap sent electric like shocks to my pussy and the nubs of my little titties. Whack! This one was harder than the first and I felt a little cum leak from my cunt.

“A good spanking for a very naughty girl,” Emily said as she ran her hand over my ass and then my pussy. “You have been a nasty girl and I am going to spank you until you cry.”

Her hand again slapped down with a resounding ring and I gasped at the impact. It hurt like hell but I did not have time to recover as she repeatedly slapped the firm cheeks of my ass. My ass was stinging and I felt a perverse pleasure in the pain. There was a tingle in my pussy.

“Spank me baby. Spank my ass. Spank me harder.” I gasped.

Emily stopped for a moment and said, “I am going to call Richard. It’s time you had another good fucking.” She slapped my ass forcefully another couple of times and I heard her say, “We are ready for you daddy.”

“Spank my bare ass. Make it sting!” I demanded.

She responded by bunching the panties in the crack of my ass exposing the skin of my cheeks.

“I am going to spank your ass until he gets here,” She said as she began to steadily rain slaps down on my ass. “You have been a bad, bad girl.” Whack! “You have been sucking and fucking two complete strangers all afternoon long.” Crack! “You have been licking the pussy of a woman that you only met this morning.” Slap! “You are indeed a naughty girl.” Ouch!

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It was time to take my theories about money and pussy to the next level. I went to an expensive dance club in town. I made sure the entrance was crowded when I pulled up for valet parking in my Porsche. The outfit I was wearing cost $800. I walked in like I owned the place and stepped up to the bar. It didn’t take long for a beautiful and absolutely striking blonde to step up beside me.

“You’re new here, aren’t you? My name’s Missy.”

I turned and scanned her body up and down, practically undressing her with my eyes. I threw down a shot of expensive bourbon and ordered another. I handed it to her.

“Want a drink?”

She looked into my eyes with a wicked grin and threw it down in a single gulp. I order two more shots and toasted her. We both threw our heads back and swallowed in a single gulp.

“Can you feel it? It starts about here and spreads through the body.”

I put my hand on her lower tummy and spread my fingers. My hand slid down until the tips of my fingers could feel the swell of her pussy mound through her black mini-skirt.

“I think we should have one more and then get out of here. I’m not much for dancing.”

“But… I don’t even know you’re name.”

The bartender brought us two more shots. I threw mine down while she watched with hers in hand. I handed the bartender a $100 Bill.

“Keep the change. You coming?”

I turned and walked towards the front entrance and gave the valet my ticket. I waited several minutes before the car came around the corner. I thought I had blown it with Missy. Just as I was getting in the driver’s seat she walked out the front door. She climbed in and I peeled off down the street. I quickly got out of town on an open road and let the Porsche show off its stuff. After a brief demonstration I pulled off to the side of the road.

“You want to drive or would you rather go back to my place and fuck?”

“Look… whoever you are. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. You’d better take me back.”

“Au contraire. You know exactly what you’re doing. You saw a good-looking guy with lots of money and went after him. Well here you are and here I am. I’m going to make it simple. I’m putting three hundred dollars right here under my cell phone. Now I’m going to drive you back. If you’d rather go to my place and fuck just pick up the money and keep it. If we have a good time I just might let you be one of my girlfriends, and I’m very generous with my girlfriends.”

I did a fast U-turn that threw her against the door and sped back towards the club. Missy sat there in silence but I could see from the corner of my eye that she was glancing down at the money. About halfway there she spoke.

“How many girlfriends do you have, anyway?”

“A few. Would you like to meet one? I could call and have her come over.”

“Would I have to spend the whole night? I could just leave after, right?”

“For three hundred dollars you have to suck my cock and let me fuck you. That’s all. We could be done in an hour, maybe two.”

We were almost back at the club. I slowed and was almost to a stop when she reached down and picked up the three Bills. I stepped on the gas and headed for the Roaring Brook Inn.

“Name’s Jason. You’re a very pretty girl Missy. I’m really glad you decided to come with me. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

The suite was available. I paid in advance with cash and asked them to send up a bottle of their best champagne. Her mouth dropped open when she looked at the lavish furnishings. I put on some soft music and waited for the champagne and strawberries to arrive. I poured us each a glass and toasted her.

“To the good things in life.”

We both sipped. I put down my glass and sat back on the couch.

“You want to get it over with so I can take you back? Personally I’d like to stay and talk, dance a little, sip champagne, eat strawberries and, when the time is right, have wild, passionate, uninhibited sex. I’m in your hands… literally.”

“Just a second. I have to go to the bathroom.”

She returned several minutes later wearing a white terrycloth robe with the hotel emblem on the front. She sat next to me with her legs curled under her. We each had several glasses of champagne.

“I think I’m getting drunk. I better not have any more or you might take advantage of me. Well, I guess you paid for it. Does this make me a whore?”

“We’re all whores, Missy. We all have our price, and we all use sex and power to get what we want.”

She kissed me on the neck and dropped her hand to my lap. I slipped the robe off her shoulder eryaman escort exposing a perfect pear shaped breast. My mouth covered the nipple. I sucked it between my lips and teased it with my tongue. I pushed her back on the couch and continued kissing down her body. She spread her legs and lifted them exposing her well-trimmed pussy seeping with desire. She gasped as my mouth covered her swollen mound and my tongue flicked up and down the juicy crevice.

I sucked and slurped aggressively on her tasty peach. She humped her pussy up into my face and put her hands on the back of my head. I shoved two fingers up her cunt and sucked on her swollen clit. Her moans became louder and louder. She reached behind her head and grasped the arm of the couch. She screamed out. Her body jerked and bucked against my face. Juices gushed from her cunt and dripped down my chin.

I continued licking her clit and fingering her pussy causing wave after wave of orgasm to crash through her body. She pushed my head away and closed her legs when she couldn’t take it any more. I looked up at her heavy breathing. A sheen of cunt juice spread across my face.

“I know that wasn’t in our contract. It was a little advance bonus I wanted to give you for being so cooperative.”

Missy smiled at me. She sat up and straddled my lap letting the robe fall from her shoulders. She reached down and unbuckled my trousers.

“You know, Missy, I’m not sure once is going to be enough. Why don’t I just give you $500 for the whole night?”

“Make it $1000 and I’ll give you twenty-four hours.”

“You’re an expensive piece of ass. Make it $750.”

“Deal. You know, if you had played your cards right I might have fucked you for nothing. Maybe not on our first date but who knows.”

“I don’t like to wait. Besides, this way is more honest.”

She smiled at me and unbuttoned my shirt while I slipped off my trousers and shoes. She lost the robe. We were both naked. She lifted up on her knees and guided my swollen cock to the dripping lips of her cunt. She rubbed it back and forth until the head slotted itself in her opening.

“You have a nice cock. I can’t wait to suck it. But first I want to stuff it in my pussy.”

She quickly impaled herself. I could feel the searing heat from her pussy wrap around me as she lowered herself.

“You know, Jason, I kind of like being a whore. It turns me on to fuck for money. I could make a habit out of this.”

“Just don’t forget who gave you your start.”

She proceeded to ride me like a woman possessed, screaming obscenities as she bounced up and down on my throbbing cock. I sucked and pinched her nipples and even pushed a finger up her ass. Her orgasms hit one after another. I picked her up and staggered to the bedroom fucking her standing up. We bounced off the coffee table, the wall and the door leading to the bedroom before falling onto the bed.

I fucked her from on top slamming my cock repeatedly straight down into her pussy. I rolled her over and fucked her dog style. Her orgasms were non-stop. She had her head buried in the pillow trying to muffle her screams when I felt my own explosion building. I looked down between her creamy rounded cheeks and watched my slimy cock slide in and out of her tight cunt.

I grabbed her hips and slammed into her harder and faster. My head started spinning. My cock swelled and my balls shrunk. I cried out as I buried my cock deep in her gut. Cum exploded into her pussy in a steady stream. I continue to fuck her and fill her with streams and streams of cum until it was dripping from her cunt. I collapsed onto her back, spent and drained, with my cock still inside her seeping pussy.

Missy rolled me off her and immediately swallowed my cum-drenched cock into her mouth. She licked the juices from around my balls and in my pubic hair. She climbed on top of my and slipped my cock back up her cum-filled cunt. Missy slowly lifted off me letting cum drip from her pussy all over my cock and balls. She licked up the mess with her tongue and took me back into her mouth until I was fully erect.

“That was freebie. Now let me show you how a $750 whore sucks cock.”

She gave me an incredible blowjob, taking me deep in her throat, licking my balls, teasing my sensitive head with her tongue and even licking my ass while jerking me off. She had me stand and sucked me while kneeling on the floor and looking up at me with her big blue eyes. She rubbed her pussy to orgasm.

Next Missy got on her back and tilted her head over the esat escort side of the bed while I fucked her throat. She played with her pussy and tits. Saliva ran down her forehead and into her hair. She had another powerful orgasm. She must have sucked my cock for a good twenty minutes. I fucked her tits while she gave her jaw a break. Filth spewed from her mouth.

“Oh baby I love your fucking cock. I like the way it slides between my tits and makes my nipples want to explode. I love it in my mouth and in my throat. When I feel the hard flesh against my tongue and cheeks my pussy wants to explode. Oh god. Get up here and fuck my mouth. I want to taste your cum and feel it squirt all over my tongue and down my throat. Cum in my mouth, Jason… please…”

That did it for me. I climbed up over her face and shoved my cock between her lips. She wrapped her hand around it and jerked me off as I fucked it in and out of her mouth. She worked the sensitive head with her lips and tongue. I looked down and saw her eyes smiling up at me. She knew I was close. She nodded her head letting me know she wanted my cum. I couldn’t hold back. I tried to slam into her mouth but her hand only allowed a few inches between her lips.

My cock swelled. I grunted. Missy pressed her fingers against my scrotum. Cum gushed from my cock into her mouth. She moved her hand up and down my shaft and rubbed her fingers across my scrotum until every last drop had been drained from my balls. She let go with her hand. My cock slid deeper into her cum filled mouth and pushed into her throat. She held me there sucking until I went limp. I fell from her mouth. Missy sat up with her lips open and let cum drool down her chin and over her tits. She closed her mouth and swallowed the rest.

“Mmmmmmm… tasty. What’s next, stud.”

I pushed a strawberry up her cunt, and proceeded to eat her pussy again. We fucked and fucked and sucked and sucked. In the shower she let me fuck her in the ass, but not until I agreed to pay her another $200. We slept until late morning and fucked some more until it was time to take her back to her car. She scrawled her number on the back of a card and handed it to me.

“You can fuck me anytime, Jason. You know the price.”

I never called. Three weeks later I found her in the same nightclub and told her she could be one of my girlfriends. After a few drinks we went back to her place. Money was never discussed but I left $300 on the dresser when I left the next morning.

I experimented with a number of different approaches to using my newfound wealth over the next few weeks. I learned that there were a few women out there with scruples, but not many. It was more a matter of approach. I had to pick the right bait, get them hooked and then reel them in. I didn’t have much patience for the “wine and dine then maybe on the second date” types. I wanted immediate results.

It took me three tries and $200 at a sleazy dive near campus to get a blowjob under the bar from a sophomore history major named Susan. She swallowed every drop of cum and washed it down with a beer. It only cost me a few more beers and a cheap dinner to get her back to my place and into the sack. I called Danielle who was happy to join us for a marathon all night three-way.

A few days later I met a blond freshman with big tits named Mary who drooled at my wad of $100 Bills when I paid for drinks at the same bar. She had gone to an all-girls Catholic School and was ready to rebel against her strict upbringing. Mary was the perfect target – young, adventurous and short of cash. I kept feeding her drinks until she was feeling a little tipsy.

We got on the topic of dares. She told me she once peed during mass on a dare while kneeling in prayer. I told her I masturbated in my young hot-looking History teacher’s ham sandwich on a dare. She admitted masturbating at confession while explaining how she had let a boy finger her pussy. We kept one upping each other until I decided to give her e real dare.

“Tell you what Mary, I’ll give you twenty bucks to go up to the bartender and flash your tits. How about it?”

She giggled and put her hands over her face.

“Noooo. Not here. But I’d get naked for you in private. We could go to my dorm. My roommate’s at class.”

“Would you let me feel your tits? How about I give you $40 and you let me feel your pussy.”

“I don’t know. Now you’re getting nasty. That’s different than looking. I’d play with my pussy in front of you for $40.”

I put a $100 bill on the table. I let etimesgut escort her stare at it for a few seconds.

“You can have it if you let me fuck you.”

She looked at the $100, looked at me and looked back at the $100 bill. I reached down to pull it away. Her hand beat me to it. I looked at her as I took out another $50 bill and put it on the table.

“I have a friend. You get another $50 if you do him first while you suck my cock.”

She looked down and bit her lower lip. She looked like she was going to cry. I threw another $150 on the table and asked her what she would do for $300.

“For $300 I’ll do you and two other guys. You get one hour.”

“Three guys and two hours or the whole deal is off.”

She thought about it for a few seconds and made up her mind. She looked right at me with a determined face.

“$600 and six guys. You get two hours. No ass fucking.”

For another $400 she agreed to anal and DP, and to receiving one cum bath. She had never done anal before and said she deserved the right to change her mind if it hurt too much. I agreed when she let me tape the session. I called five more than willing males from my former dorm.

We decided a motel room would be safest. We got right down to business and stripped naked. We formed a circle around her. She dropped to her knees and sucked each cock in succession while jerking off another. She may have been repressed, but somewhere along the line she learned to suck cock like a pro. One person would tape while the rest of us were getting sucked. After a while we would switch.

We were all throbbing hard. I told the other guys not to cum until we were ready to do it together. Some of them had to pull away before they unloaded. A couple of the guys wanted to eat her pussy before we fucked her. She got up onto the bed as we each to turns licking her cunt. We also kept at least one cock in her mouth, although she had a hard time keeping it there between her screams and moans. Several of us fucked her big tits while her pussy was being sucked.

When it was my turn to eat her pussy I shoved a finger up her ass. It took her a while to relax, but when she did I shoved a second finger in her ass. She lost all control when I bit down on her clit with two fingers up her butt.

Next we took turns fucking her dog style. We always kept a cock in her mouth but again she had a hard time between her gasps and moans. Several of the guys shoved thumbs and fingers up her ass. This seemed to make her even crazier. I couldn’t tell if she ever had an orgasm or if she was in a steady state of orgasm.

We were ready to cum all over her. Mary got back on her knees and sucked our cocks in turn. It didn’t take long before the first cock splashed a stream of cum off her forehead. It dribbled over her nose and chin. A second cock splattered the side of her face while the first one was still shooting cum. Mark, who also had the biggest cock, sprayed stream after stream after stream of hot cum all over her face and into her mouth and hair. I shot most of my load onto her tongue and open mouth. One of the guys covered her tits in cock cream.

When we were done she looked like a professional cum slut. There was hardly a spot on her face that wasn’t covered in cock cream. It drooled out of her mouth and dripped from her chin onto her tits. The video camera never stopped rolling. I took her hand and led her into the bathroom so she could see herself in the mirror. I pressed up behind her and fingered her pussy. She came hard and gushed all over my fingers.

My cock had grown hard again and was wedged in the crack of her ass. I decided it was time to take her anal cherry. I grabbed the hand lotion and rubbed it all over her asshole and shoved two fingers up inside her. I twisted them around inside her and poured lotion all over my cock. Mary tilted her ass in the air. I pressed the tip of my cock against her sphincter and pushed.

“Oh… oh… oh god… oh… oh shit… uh…uh…uh… mmmmpppphhhh…”

My cock pushed into her dark passage and continued to burrow deeper and deeper. I decided it was best to get my cock buried quickly and then let her adjust. I began fucking her ass. I turned her towards Mark who stepped up and shoved a cock up her pussy. She went nuts.

We carried her back to the bed and took turns fucking her pussy and ass. Once again Mary was screaming and moaning from the constant hammering. She was taking three and four of us at the same time, always with a cock in her pussy and ass. We dumped a ton of cum into each of her holes. Several of the guys came a third time before the two hours ended.

I drove her back to the dorm and told her to call if she ever wanted to do it again, only this time the price would be $400. Two weeks later she called. The week after she did it for $200. She was addicted to cock and would have done it for free, but I wasn’t going to push her that far. So much for her repressed upbringing.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! The annoying sound of Jeremy’s alarm clock was loud enough to wake the dead, but it took Jeremy a couple minutes to rouse from his deep sleep. As he turned to shut off the alarm, Jeremy wondered why he had set the alarm to go off at 5:30 in the morning.

As he sat on the edge of the bed trying to clear his head and think straight, his semi-erect dick started poking through his boxer shorts and quickly brought back the scenes of the previous night.

* * * * *

Jeremy was barely inside his front door after a long day at the office when he heard the familiar sounds of two people fucking. The woman’s moans were getting louder and louder as he walked down the hall to the living room. He entered the living room and saw two pornstars fucking like rabbits on the widescreen TV and his wife Erica on the couch her with legs spread wide and fingers furiously fucking her clit. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back as she started bucking her hips into her hands desperately trying to orgasm.

Jeremy watched quietly as his wife started squirming on the couch, her screams drowning out those of the pornstars on the screen. His whole body was motionless with the exception of his growing cock, his eyes fixed on his beautiful wife of seven years in her self-induced state of ecstasy.

His mind was flooded with memories of their sexual escapades over the years. Erica was just as horny as any man and just as wild. Jeremy knew long ago he had landed a keeper in Erica. Her beauty was matched only by her talent in bed, as she knew every trick in the book to heighten their sexual pleasure. “If the guys who had stopped and stared at his wife over the years only knew about her sexual abilities,” Jeremy thought to himself.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Erica’s voice quickly brought Jeremy back to reality and he looked at the couch where his wife had been masturbating to find it empty. He was about to turn and look behind him when a tug at the zipper on his dress pants made him look down. There was his wife, on her knees in front of him trying to fish out his hard cock. It wasn’t too tough to find and the tip was quickly inside Erica’s expert mouth.

Jeremy’s moans were obvious signs of his approval as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his wife’s tongue on his prick. Just as quickly as they had started they stopped, and Jeremy looked down to see his wife looking up at him impatiently.

“Well did you?” Erica asked.

His eyes widened as he looked down at his wife.

“Of course I did babe! I think that’s pretty obvious,” Jeremy said, gesturing towards his dick. Erica laughed.

“Well ya! But I just wanted you to say it!” his wife’s excitement was very evident in her voice. Without warning she reached up and grabbed Jeremy’s dick pulling it into her waiting mouth. Jeremy twitched as his wife’s lips encircled his dick.

As Jeremy started to close his eyes again, he saw a gleam of white out of the corner of his eye and turned his head, trying not to interrupt his wife. He was able to see straight out the window and into his neighbor’s house. He and his wife were in perfect view for watching eyes. He didn’t see anyone, but wasn’t in the mood to put on a show.

“Baby, can we take this upstairs? I think the neighbor might be watching.”

“So? It’s not like we haven’t fucked in public before!” replied his wife in between licks of her husband’s cock.

“I know honey, but right now I just want privacy,” Jeremy said. He looked down at his wife waiting for a response. Erica was looking back up at him with a pouty look on her face. “Don’t give me that look!” Jeremy said sternly.

“Aww, did I upset you?” Erica asked while trying to hold back a laugh. She quickly stood up, letting her hand trace up her husband’s inner thigh to his dick. She wrapped around her hand around his cock and squeezed, pulling him down the hall by his cock.

“Ouch!” Jeremy grunted as his wife took a kung fu grip of his dick. But Erica ignored him and just pulled him along like a dog on a leash, up to the couple’s bedroom. As they entered Erica released her death grip on Jeremy, much to his delight.

“Damn girl! That hurt!” Jeremy whined as he reached his hand down to massage his red prick. “You could have at least let me take off my pants! The zipper on my pants was tearing into me!”

Erica turned and quickly slapped his hand away. She dropped to her knees.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it better,” Erica said with a sly grin on her face. Once again Jeremy felt his wife’s lovely mouth working his cock.

*****

Jeremy looked over at Erica who was sound asleep in bed. She was totally wiped out from the all night fuckfest and so was Jeremy. His thoughts were interrupted once again by his alarm clock which was going off again. “Shit!” Jeremy mumbled. He had a presentation at work at 11 o’clock and wasn’t prepared at all. He had fucked all night instead of preparing for work. Jeremy leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to get in the shower.

He cebeci escort was quickly lost in the warm water with thoughts of his presentation and the possibility of losing his job if he didn’t wow everyone with his presentation. Jeremy quickly shampooed his hair and started soaping up his body. All of a sudden he felt an extra hand on his lower back and jumped up, nearly falling to the floor.

“Sorry!” Erica said with a sympathetic look on her face. “I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“It’s alright babe. I thought you were still asleep though,” Jeremy said while continuing to scrub his body.

“Ha! Not after your alarm went off! It’s so loud!” Erica responded. “Why are you up so early?”

“I have a huge presentation with a client today at 11 o’clock and I haven’t done any work on it, because I planned on doing it last night. But you’re sexy ass distracted me!” Jeremy said while giving his wife’s ass a little slap.

“Oh did it?” Erica said with a coy look on her face. “Well, if all goes well at work, I just might let you fuck my ass tonight,” she said while turning away from him and rubbing her butt against his dick.

“Oh,” Jeremy moaned as he pictured fucking his wife’s tight hole. He shook the thought out of his head and quickly rinsed off. “Then I better get to work!” he exclaimed as he stepped out of the shower and raced to get ready for work.

“OK babe, I gotta run! I’ll call you later and let you know when I’ll be home!” Jeremy yelled as he put on his shoes.

Erica was at the top of the steps wrapped in a towel. “Love you honey!” she called down. “Oh wait, I might be going shopping with Michelle from next door!”

“Well just don’t spend all my hard-earned money!” Jeremy called back as he stepped out the door.

He raced to work and got to his desk a little before 7 o’clock. He took a deep breath. “All right, let’s do this,” he said to himself as he dove into his presentation.

*****

Erica turned back to her room as Jeremy shut the door. She went into her closet and took her time getting dressed, trying to fight her urge to go back to sleep. As she was putting on her clothes, her mind wandered back to the night before.

She and Jeremy had fucked over and over. She couldn’t even remember how many times she came.

“Oh, he fucks like he’s 18 year old!” Erica thought to herself. She didn’t know how many times her beau had come, but it never mattered, because he was always ready for the next round.

She pictured his face all tense as he pounded away at her pussy. She just loved watching him as he fucked. He always tried to make it pleasurable for her — and boy was it ever!

Erica returned to reality after her daydream and finished getting dressed. She padded her way downstairs to make something to eat. She flipped on the TV to watch the news while she made her breakfast.

The coffee maker beeped as it turned off after brewing a fresh pot. Erica filled her cup and sat down to enjoy her eggs and toast with the morning news.

She finished washing her dishes and was going to get the dirty laundry when the phone rang. She picked it up.

“Hello!?”

“Hey Erica, this is Michelle!”

“Good morning Michelle, how are you?”

“I’m good! I was just calling to make sure we’re still on for shopping today?”

“I was planning on it,” Erica said. “Just come by here about 10 o’clock and we’ll go.”

“Sounds good, see you later!” Michelle said as she hung up the phone.

Erica hung up the phone and went back to the laundry.

*****

As Jeremy was furiously working on his presentation, there was knock on his door. “Come in!” Jeremy called without looking up. Jeremy’s boss stepped in the door.

“Finishing up the big presentation I see?” Ryan asked.

“Yep. Just checking it over now,” Jeremy said, still not looking up from his work, which was not even close to being done.

“Good, good!” Ryan said. “Because you know how important it is?”

“That’s why I’m going through it,” Jeremy said, the sarcasm becoming evident to his boss.

“OK then, I’ll leave you to it,” Ryan said as he opened the door. “See you in a couple of hours.”

Jeremy looked up at the clock. It read nine o’clock. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath.

*****

The doorbell chimed and Erica ran to the door to open it. There stood her neighbor Michelle.

“You ready to shop?” Michelle asked playfully.

“Hold on, I need to get my purse,” replied Erica. She ran back to the kitchen and grabbed her purse. “OK, we can go!”

They hopped in the car and headed for the local mall, making small talk along the way. They arrived at the mall and drove around the parking lot looking for a place to park. Erica parked the car and both women got out of the car and walked inside.

“You need anything in particular?” Erica asked.

Michelle was looking around the mall checking out the stores. “Nope, I was just going to walk around çukurambar escort and see what catches my fancy,” she said.

“Sounds good to me,” replied Erica.

The two ladies walked side-by-side through the mall, drawing the attention of men all over the mall. Young, old and middle-aged, it didn’t matter. Anyone with a dick noticed these two ladies walking through the mall.

Both women were in the early 30’s, but could easily pass for coeds. They were both in good shape and it was evident. They were similar in stature and body type. Both stood around 5’7” with very petite frames. But it was their curves that the wandering eyes were focused on. Both ladies had firm breasts, with Erica’s being slightly smaller than Michelle’s. The only noticeable difference was hair color, Michelle’s dark brown locks were strikingly opposite of the bleach blonde locks on Erica’s head.

They popped in and out of different stores, doing more looking than buying. As the continued through the mall, Erica saw the Victoria’s Secret store.

She giggled, “I want to go in and get a little something with Jeremy’s hard-earned money.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” replied Michelle.

The two ladies entered the store and started looking around. Erica was a little more determined in her browsing as she really wanted to get something nice to surprise Jeremy tonight. But Michelle was very nonchalantly looking through the undergarments.

“Don’t you want a little something?” Erica asked.

Michelle looked up, “Who am I going to wear it for? Myself?” Michelle said quizzically. Erica knew Michelle was recently widowed — her husband had passed away without warning almost two years ago — but she thought that Michelle being the young attractive woman would have started dating again.

“I’m sorry,” Erica said sheepishly. “I thought you might have started dating.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s fine. But no, I haven’t been on a date since Kyle died,” Michelle said. “I guess I’m still not ready to move on.”

“We can leave then,” Erica said. “I won’t make you wait on me.”

“Don’t be silly! I’ll help you pick out something sexy! I may not go on dates, but I still know what men like!” Michelle grinned.

Erica smiled, “Sounds like a plan!”

The two ladies sifted through the never-ending piles of lingerie for half-an-hour and had no luck. Erica threw up her hands in despair, tired of looking. Just as Erica was giving up, Michelle struck gold.

“Mmm, this is sexy!” she exclaimed.

“Let me see,” Erica said as she turned to see what Michelle had found. She was holding up a sheer white thong and matching bra. “That does look sexy,” Erica said as she took them from Michelle. “But both are too small!”

“That’s the point!” Michelle exclaimed. “Now go try them on!”

Erica decided to go with it and walked into the changing room. She swiftly removed her clothes and stood there naked staring at her body in the mirror. She smiled, very happy with the way she looked. She reached to the hook and grabbed the thong, slipping it on. It was definitely sheer as her pussy lips and little strip of pubic hair were in plain sight. But because the thong was too small, it pulled tight against her lips, making them stand out even more. Her eyes widened as she pictured Jeremy looking at her. Erica then put on the bra which did the same to her tits. The fabric was so tight she thought her nipples would rip the fabric if she became at all aroused. She stood there getting a good look at her outfit.

“Erica? How does it look?” Michelle asked from outside the room.

“You were right Michelle, this is sexy!” replied Erica. She turned to look over her shoulder and see her back and ass when the door opened.

“Well let me see if I still have taste!” Michelle said calmly as she stepped in the changing room. Erica froze, unsure of what to do. Despite her wildness and willingness to go all out sexually, being with a woman had never crossed her mind. And the close quarters with Michelle made Erica a bit uneasy.

“Oh it looks good from behind!” Michelle said. She reached up to the strap of the bra and slid her hands to the outside towards Erica’s tits. “Does it fit OK?”

As Michelle’s hands touched the sides of Erica’s breasts, a tingle shot through Erica’s body and she could feel her nipples start to harden.

“Well turn around!” Michelle commanded as she gently turned Erica towards her. “Mmm, lucky Jeremy!” Michelle said as she gave Erica the once over. Erica’s face was beat red as she stood there in front of Michelle, but it was as if Michelle didn’t notice. Michelle left Erica to put her clothes back on. Erica came out a bit stunned but did her best to keep her composure.

“You’re going to get it right?” Michelle asked.

“Yeah, I am,” Erica stammered. She went up the register and paid for the garments.

“Well, I’m ready to go home if you are,” Michelle said.

“OK,” Erica said quietly as the two women demetevler escort left the mall and headed home. As they got in the car Erica glanced at the clock, it was half past 11. “I hope Jeremy’s presentation is going well,” Erica thought to herself.

*****

It was 10:30 and Jeremy was working furiously, nearly done with his presentation when his boss Ryan poked his head in the door.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that presentation anymore,” Ryan said.

A stunned Jeremy looked up, “What?” he said with an annoyed tone.

“Mr. Jones came down ill and has to reschedule for tomorrow,” his boss replied.

“So I guess you’re done for the day then, just plan on presenting tomorrow at 11 o’clock.”

Jeremy sat there stunned as his boss left. He had been working like a maniac the past few hours and now it didn’t even matter. Then he realized how relieved he was not to have worry about the presentation, which was nearly completed. He could go to lunch, come back and finish the presentation, catch up on some other work and still go home early.

*****

Erica was a little more relaxed on the drive home and quickly forgot about the encounter in the store as her and Michelle chit chatted during the drive home. They pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.

“Why don’t you come have lunch with me Michelle?” Erica said.

“I’d love to!” Michelle replied.

The two women went inside and Erica set her bag down in the entryway and led her guest to the kitchen. They went to work in the kitchen preparing lunch sat down a little after noon. Erica was enjoying the conversation and was happy to be catching up with Michelle.

“So do you think Jeremy will like the outfit?” Michelle asked out of nowhere.

The scene from the store entered Erica’s mind and she became uneasy but did her best not to show it.

“Yes I do, he’ll love it!” Erica replied with fake enthusiasm. Michelle looked up.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable at the store, I was a bit forward and wasn’t even thinking when I did that,” she said apologetically.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable,” Erica replied trying her best not to admit to her discomfort.

“Yes you were. That was obvious,” Michelle said.

“Yeah well, I’m very open sexually, but being in that situation with you made me really uneasy,” Erica said.

“I think ‘very open’ is an understatement,” Michelle said with a laugh.

“Pardon me?” a very shocked Erica replied.

“You’re performance yesterday kinda proves otherwise,” Michelle said as Erica just sat there with her mouth hanging open, a mortified look on her face. Michelle snapped her fingers. “Hey, it’s OK, I’ve seen two people going at it before!”

Erica sat there silent, not sure how to respond. She didn’t mind strangers seeing her and Jeremy, but the thought of someone she knew stopping and watching them was very unnerving.

“But I’d have to say, you two were better!” Michelle said. “I was quite turned on I’d have to admit.” She reached a hand up and caressed Erica’s cheek, “It’s alright, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I know, I’ve seen!”

Erica blushed at the compliment. She had never had someone comment on anything like that before. The two women finished their lunch in an uncomfortable silence. Erica stood up to take her dishes to the sink and Michelle followed. They both set their dishes on the counter and Erica turned to go back to the table, but Michelle was standing in her path looking back at her.

Erica looked around Michelle, hinting that she wanted to sit back down. Michelle looked right at Erica then leaned in and kissed Erica on the lips. Not a peck, but not all out either. It was enough to elicit a moan from Erica, as Michelle’s lips sent another tingle through Erica’s body. They stood there looking at each other when Michelle reached out and took Erica’s hand. Michelle turned and led them down the hall and upstairs to the bedroom. Erica followed, completely entranced by the situation.

The two women entered the bedroom and Michelle helped Erica onto the bed. Michelle lied down next to her and put an arm across Erica’s waist. She leaned in and kissed Erica, this time using a little tongue. Erica showed no signs of uneasiness and kissed Michelle back, their tongues locked in a romantic dance.

Michelle gently pulled away from Erica’s lips. They both opened their eyes and just stared, taking in the moment together. Michelle licked her lips as she stared at Erica. She slid over so she was on top of Erica and gently turned Erica’s head sideways, revealing her waiting neck.

Michelle slowly kissed Erica’s neck. Up and down, side to side, Michelle’s kisses were both passionate and tender. But soon the passion overtook her tenderness and Michelle kissing Erica’s neck with no abandon. This drove Erica wild, as she felt Michelle’s tongue trace along her neck to her ear lobe, sending that now familiar tingle throughout her body. Michelle went back and forth, kissing every inch of Erica’s neck.

Without warning, Michelle pulled away and sat up while looking down at Erica. She quickly reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her bright red bra-clasped breasts. Erica couldn’t take her eyes off of the heaving tits in front of her. She watched intently as they rose and fell with each breath Michelle took.

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The characters names have been changed (I don’t want to give out the real names) Me: Sava (narrating position), My Ex-boyfriend: Dyl, My Husband: John! (I am not actually married (I’m only 20 years old and I do not have kids) This is a story about a fantasy I have of my ex-boyfriend I had in grade 8, my “husband” and “kids” are completely fictional and are how they are pictured in my fantasy)! This is my first time writing an erotic story, of any kind, so I hope you like it. Without further ado, I give you my erotic fantasy :

I have long brown hair hanging over my shoulders, the blue low-cut, but modest, tank top hugs my newly formed six-pack abs, my long muscular legs, seem to go on forever, over my legs I wore a short black skirt and purple flip flops. My name is Sava; I have golden brown eyes, a fairly big nose, and full luscious lips. I am a size 6, with considerably large 38DDD breasts. I am married to a man who is a sex god for all single, and married, women!

John is 1 year older than me, has short brown hair, muscular build, and he always reminds me of an Abercrombie & Fitch model with his six-pack abs. He has emerald green eyes, a small nose, perky lips, and an amazing 10inch cock! We have the most amazing sex! He works me until I cum 4 times! I work him until he shoots his load 3 times! Then when we both have had the best orgasms of our lives I straddle him and ride him until we cum so much we get exhausted. Oh and I may be a little of a swallower and a screamer, but what can I say, when you have John as a husband, how could you not! I always feel like the luckiest woman alive! We have 3 kids together, Molly, 3 years old, Lilly, 4 years old, and Lilly’s twin brother Mason. We have a great family.

I was standing in the small market place looking at a pale of apples and oranges when I hear a big commotion around the next stall of vegetables. I saw this man who looked to be my age, 22, and this much younger woman who looked to be about 18, having an argument. The woman yelling that the man wanted to have sex with her but she told him she didn’t want to.

The man was shouting back at her that they had not had sex in over 2 weeks and “A man has needs! That’s why we are together, so I can be satisfied every day!”

The woman did not like what he had just said so she grabbed a tomato, smashed it into his face, and stormed off yelling “we are done!”

The man grabbed a scarf hanging on the stall, wiped his face, and paid the stall man apologizing for the damage. He turned and the way the light hit him, I recognized him right away. The man who just got into a fight with his, now, ex-girlfriend was in fact my ex-boyfriend, Dyl, who I had dated for 5 months in grade 8, which was my first boyfriend.

I almost dropped the apples in my hand; I mean whoa he looks good! I haven’t seen him for about 5 years after we graduated high school together. Dyl was a complex boy back then, he was trying to get my friend to date him but she was not interested one bit, so naturally me and him were great friends since kindergarten and I decided to help him out by trying to convince my friend to at least try going out with him, she had just moved to town and wasn’t interested in dating. But during one day of scheming for her, something clicked between us and the next thing we knew, we asked each other out. It was great at first but being at the age of 13, his need to become a man was stronger than our love for each other (cheesy I know), he started demanding sex and I was always rejecting his advances and he didn’t like that, so on the 5th month mark he decided to call it quits. I was heartbroken, of course, but I couldn’t let go that easily, so I fought for him for at least a year and I lost, badly. He decided to get into drugs and alcohol and his buddies thought it would be fun to try to completely ruin any chance I would’ve had for a high school boyfriend, they were successful. Although I didn’t blame them a lot because I was a little heavier than the rest of the girls and not as pretty, in my mind (everyone would have to keep telling me I was pretty, but I never really listened).

It seems he has completely changed, except how he treats women: like sex toys, his hair no longer looks greasy and long, but styled in a short fohawk, (oh how I LOVE fohawks on guys ?) he looks slim and fit, muscular, his blue eyes look more intense, his lips full and red, he looks hot!.

He sees me staring at him and walks over saying “Holy shit! Is that you Sava?”

“Yeah it’s me, wow you have changed a lot Dyl. But you certainly have a way with women.” I say as he stands there staring at me.

“Holy fuck! You have changed soooo much! You’re so hot!” Dyl looks me up and down.

We beşevler escort just stood there talking about how much we both have changed since high school and he comments on how big my breasts look in my tank top. He was in the middle of complimenting my ass when my husband walks up and John, being John, completely agrees with him. Dyl was stunned by this and I introduce Dyl to my husband, Dyl says he is very surprised by how far I have come from high school. Then my kids decide they are going to walk into our conversation fighting over the toys they found. I get them to stop arguing long enough to introduce themselves to Dyl and they run off playing and fighting. Dyl is once again surprised by the fact that I have kids, let alone 3. We find a little table, and sit down to talk and catch up.

We talked for what seemed to be hours (2½ hours) when finally my kids walk up and say they are tired and want to go home. John, Dyl, and I all stand up and I hug Dyl as he secretly puts his one hand in my back pocket massaging my ass, I pull back, give him a little wink and say goodbye. John and the kids say their goodbyes and we go our separate ways.

When we home, I made dinner and the kids went to bed around 9:00, but by 10:00 I was ready for some fun so I told John I was going to meet some of my girlfriends in the casino to let off some stress. I went upstairs, put on a sexy, short, cleavage bearing dress but made sure to put a long over coat on so my husband didn’t see what I was wearing, and left for the casino. This wasn’t something I would normally do, but seeing Dyl again made the high school girl, desperate for some boy attention, come out of me again.

I got to the casino and got a little table in the back, ordering a double scotch on the rocks; I looked across the room and saw Dyl striking out with another woman. He looked crushed going back to his table, but on his way he passed a petite blonde and asked if she would join him in his room, she also said no.

In a way it was more little “No fucking way!”

He then went to his table and ordered a double tequila on the rocks. I undid my coat and pushed my breasts up to make more of my cleavage visible, my greatest weapon in seduction. I had made my decision on the drive here; tonight I was going to have sex with Dyl and make up for what I missed of him in high school. I reached down and pulled up my tight dress to show a little more of my upper thigh. I took a deep breath and started to walk towards him, but stumbling along the way to make it seem like I had been there a while and had had a few drinks.

I bump into his side and he turns saying “What the fuck, man! Oh Sava it’s you!” and he helps me sit down, orders more drinks, and we start talking again.

Every now and then the conversation would turn to my breasts or my ass and as he was talking I see his eyes look from my face to my cleavage to my bare thigh and back, and as I glance down I see a bulging tent in his pants, so he likes what he sees. GREAT! I can’t help but feel very attracted to him, and by that time I felt I was dripping wet! I leaned forward, giving Dyl a glimpse of my dark pink areolas, telling him that I want him and I want him bad. I tell him he’s very sexy and that I have a large (6inch) vibrator in my pocket and I am not wearing any panties (naughty, I know!). I grab his hand and guide it to my pocket where he feels it and takes it out. Thankfully there is a long table cloth blocking the way for anyone who might see what we are going to do under the small corner table.

I tell him I want him to turn it on to whatever setting he wants (there are 6 settings: low, medium, medium rotate, high, and high rotate) and push it into my pussy. He says he doesn’t have anything to use as lube and I say I’m so wet we don’t need it. I watch as his cock twitches with excitement through his pants as he turns the vibrator to the medium setting, it starts buzzing and he pulls up my dress a bit, circles the vibrator in a counter-clockwise motion around my clit then holds the vibrator against it. I let out a little surprised moan as the sensation spreads through my body.

As he’s holding the vibrator against my clit, he takes his other hand and gently rubs the opening of my pussy, until finally he inserts his finger, all the way to the knuckle, in one sharp push. I inhaled sharply and had to bite my napkin to keep from moaning out in pleasure. Dyl started to pump his finger in and out of my pussy eventually adding another finger; he worked my pussy and clit until adding another finger. As he thrusted his 3 fingers in and out of my pussy, he moved the vibrator in a clockwise circle büyükesat escort around my clit. In no time I was bucking my hips into his hands, my breathing began to get faster, I started to sweat, I was so close! In a rush of pleasure my back arched and I let out a moan (a little too loud) as my cum poured out all over Dyl’s hands and the floor.

As my orgasm subsided, Dyl pulled out his fingers and licked all of my juices off his hand, he said I tasted so good; he then turned the vibrator to high rotate; I watched as it buzzed strongly and started to twist and rotate around in his hand. He trailed it from my anus up to my pussy and up to my clit. He repeated that movement a few more times, pausing at each hole and hood, before he thrusted the vibrator into my pussy. The feeling was intense, I could feel it twisting inside my pussy and I felt my whole body tingle with pleasure, but I couldn’t sit there and enjoy the feeling for long when Dyl took my hand and whispered into my ear that we should go up to his hotel room. I wanted to pull out the vibrator, but he thought it would just add to the pleasure, so I stood up, paid the waiter, and off we go up to Dyl’s hotel room with the vibrator still inside my pussy. Oh this was going to be a great night!

We got to the elevator and found it to be empty, so Dyl hit the 18th floor button, grabbed my waist, pulled me close, and kissed me passionately only pausing to tell me how sexy and beautiful I was.

I nibbled his nose and said “Oh baby you haven’t seen nothing yet!” and kissed him shoving my tongue in his mouth roughly.

I reached down and grabbed his rock hard erection through his pants and started stroking it with a continuous rhythm. We were going at it for a while until the elevator stopped at floor 14, but as the doors opened and 4 people stared into the elevator with disgusted looks on their faces. I was moaning so loud Dyl and I didn’t hear the elevator bell ring and Dyl was too busy grinding into me to feel the elevator stop moving. There was 2 young adults dry humping and furiously sucking each other’s faces in a public elevator in one of the busiest and most expensive hotel casinos in the city.

One clearly impatient man cleared his throat loudly and another much older woman gasped in horror at what she saw before her. I looked up, gave a yelp and pulled away from Dyl as he tried to apologize but the elevator doors swung closed. We stood in silence for the next 3 floors, but we couldn’t stand it any longer. We looked at each other and busted out laughing as he slipped his arm around my waist and kissed my neck.

We got off the elevator, looking like a regular everyday couple, but once we got into Dyl’s room he grabbed me, shoved me against the wall and kissed me passionately. I couldn’t help but wonder how he remembered that I like to have the man make the first move.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he grabbed my legs and hoisted me up onto the desk beside the door knocking over a vase of flowers. He was kissing and sucking my neck, I was pulling and twisting his hair in my hands grinding against him and moaning softly as we did that he lifted me up, kissed me, and walked toward the bed, throwing me onto it as he ripped open my dress exposing my large breasts and my engorged pussy. I grabbed at his belt and pants as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Once we got undressed he took his time kissing me from my mouth down my neck, down my arms, going around my breasts, to my belly button, my hip bone, down the outside of my thighs and licking all the way up the inside of my thighs. I moaned at the sensual pleasure he was giving me, oh wow I wanted him inside me soooo bad!

He trailed his tongue all over my body causing me to tingle everywhere, my every nerve was stimulated. I could feel how wet I was, my nipples were hard and standing at attention, I could feel my clit was swollen. He slowly brought his hands up my thighs, caressed my stomach, and firmly grabbed my tits, massaging them and rolled and twisted his thumb and forefinger on my nipples. The feeling was incredible and I screamed at the pleasure, as he was playing with my tits and nipples he put his face in between my thighs and licked over my lips. He then plunged his tongue in between my lips and licked all the way from my asshole up to my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit.

He stopped when I started screaming “Don’t stop baby don’t stop!” and he grabbed the vibrator out of my pussy with his teeth, grabbing it with his left hand and held it against my clit.

He plunged his tongue into my soaking pussy; I had to grab my left tit çankaya escort and squeeze my nipple as he tongue fucked me and played with my right tit. I started bucking my hips screaming and moaning so loud I swear the whole building shook, I could tell Dyl loved that I was so loud because he started pumping his tongue harder and deeper inside me. I let out one last scream as the most intense orgasm I have ever had washed over me as wave after wave of sensation hit me as I soaked Dyl’s face with my musky juices.

Right at that moment the door burst open and in walked, none other than, my husband John. He was right in the middle of asking if someone was hurt but stopped when he saw Dyl’s face in between his wife’s legs as I was screaming with more intensity as the most powerful and amazing orgasm hit me, even better than the first one. I never thought that I would have cum so hard and so much from being caught in bed with another man by my husband, especially when that man was Dyl, who had ruined my high school life with his friends and classmates.

“What the fuck?! Sava? Dyl? What the fuck are you two doing together? Why the fuck is there screaming? Oh my fucking god! Sava you were having an orgasm! I know that scream from anywhere! What the fuck?! I thought you two hated each other?!” was all John could manage to say.

I thought he was going to throw something or hurt Dyl, but I couldn’t help but notice the huge tent in his pants. Oohhh he likes what he sees!

“Hey babe, well why don’t you get your ass over here and find out!” I said making a sexy smile appear on my face.

Dyl looked at me like I was crazy, but when John ripped off his shirt and pants, clearly eager to get in on the action he saw what I was doing and winked at me. John got undressed unleashing his monstrous 10 inch cock, making Dyl’s 8 inch cock look small; he jumped onto the bed and made his way to my ass. Dyl moved to my face, I slowly stroked both of their cocks until they were as hard as I thought they could get, and they aligned themselves with Dyl being at my mouth and John at my anus.

Then they both started to count down “1…2…3” and on 3 they both drove their cocks into me.

I screamed at the pain, but all that came out was a loud moan. They both simultaneously pumped their cocks deep into my ass and throat. Dyl and John reached for my nipples and as they did that I reached down and started rubbing and pinching my clit. In no time I was meeting John and Dyl’s every thrust and I could tell we were all very close and I thought it would be the sexiest and hottest thing if we all came at the same time. They started thrusting into me faster and deeper and I started rubbing faster and faster. Until finally, I let out a muffled scream as John gave one last hard thrust burying his cock deep in my asshole; Dyl also gave one last hard thrust shoving all 8 inches down my throat. I could feel both of their balls contract and their warm cum shot out of their cocks deep inside me as I screamed and my cum squirted everywhere as I rode out my many orgasms soaking the bed. Did I forget to mention I was a squirter ;)?

Once we were all spent they pulled out and laid down beside me on the bed, I wrapped my arms around John’s chest and my legs around Dyl’s legs. We stayed there for a while in silence when all of a sudden I could feel both of their cocks start to harden and grow as we all looked up and shared a knowing look. So I got on top of Dyl letting his cock easily slide into my anus, as John got on top of both of us straddling us and easily slid his cock into my vagina.

I had never doubled before and it felt so strange yet completely amazing and I couldn’t help but scream “Oh fuckkkkk! Daddy fuck my ass! Mr. John fuck your naughty student in the pussy! Fuckkk yeah! Mmmmm!” and with my encouragements they did just that.

It felt utterly sensational having my husband and my ex-boyfriend turned lover in my pussy and asshole pinching and rubbing my nipples. I never thought getting pussy fucked and anal fucked would feel this amazing!!

I bounced up and down on Dyl and John pumped into me so hard our hips were pounding into each other. Fuck it felt so damn good! I was screaming so loud and they were moaning and grunting. Dyl was the one to shoot his load first, grabbing my hips and jamming me down and as he did that John was smashing into me until he came, too. Both of their cocks inside my 2 holes and feeling their cum shoot out was too much for me sending me over the edge as I came screaming! My nails and toes dug into the bed as the orgasms were so strong I was shaking by the time they subsided. We all stopped and just laid there with both of their cocks still deep inside me, for so long it felt like an eternity passed. Finally they pulled out, John and Dyl turned on their sides and we fell into a deep, well-earned sleep, tangled on the soaked bed. I have a feeling Dyl and John will be around a lot more! 😉 Let’s just say I got a surprise in the morning, waking up screaming and looking to see them smiling back at me pumping and thrusting.

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As I entered both Becky and Liz looked at me. Jeff was not shocked and I thought he was expecting me. Liz introduced me as the Doctor with a cock as big as my forearm as she spread her fingers to show how big my prick was. Becky unzipped me as my cock sprung out wet with precum having witnessed the sex orgy and the sight of the two women showing the jet-black hair in their bushy armpits.” Sit down ” Becky told me and reached for my pants and pulled my cock out. She bent down and her tongue circled the head of my cock until it was all wet and then she swallowed me whole. I looked over at Jeff. He was rubbing what was obviously a huge hard-on. He couldn’t take his eyes off Becky and her hirsute armpits as my cock went down her throat over and over again.

Jeff was pulling and stroking his huge cock. I felt Becky moan around me at the sight of Jeff’ cock. He was just sitting there stroking it slowly up and down, precum already oozing all over the tip. I could see that Liz had started breathing heavier than she was and realized she had her hand between her legs rubbing her wet hairy pussy for all she was worth Jeff was watching his wife closely as she spread open her lips and pushed two fingers deep into her herself as Jeff’s tongue found her clit and sucked it softly. That was all it took as she started moaning as she came all over his face.

Becky took out my cock from her mouth and replaced it with Jeff’s bulging prick. She looked right in his face as she lowered her open mouth to his throbbing cock. Slowly his two-inch around cock disappeared into her eager mouth. She was having a hard time getting it down her throat and I saw her gag twice, but she was determined to swallow all of it and finally her lips touched his balls as they slid down his cock. I moved closer bahçelievler escort and pushed the head of my cock into her hairy pussy. I was amazed at the masses of jet-black hair, which grew on her pubic mound. It was hard and very long as I twirled my fingers around her pussy hair. Liz came towards me and thrust her hairy underarms into my face. “AAAHHHHHHH” I shouted as my face took in the strong aroma of her armpits. It smelt of sweat and deodorant and I took in the smells as I put my tongue deep amongst the thicket in her hairy underarms. Becky meanwhile didn’t hesitate as she pushed back hard burying me deep inside her.

Jeff pushed his cock all the way down her throat. I pushed her towards him and pulled almost all the way out. We found a perfect rhythm right away as Jeff and I pushed her back and forth. She was trying to say something but neither one of us could understand what she said with that big cock down her throat. In any event my face was buried in the armpit forest of Liz who amazingly had her hands on her husband’s swollen balls.

Becky was moaning constantly now as she rocked back and forth between the two of us and she started shaking uncontrollably as she came. There was pussy cum all over me and on the floor as she pulled off me and she turned facing me and straddled Jeff, the tip of his cock just brushing her hairy pussy lips. Then she looked at me and motioned for me to put my cock in her mouth. I was obviously bigger than Jeff who packed a mean machine but I did not want to leave Liz she followed me around as my lips stayed plastered to her matted hair in her unshaven pits.

I slid half my cock into Becky’s mouth as she pushed down, taking Jeff’s’ fat head into her pussy. balgat escort She rode him bouncing up and down on it until she screamed “I’m cummmmming!! Fuck me! He lifted her off his cock and blasted cum over her pussy lips before plunging her back down on him and blowing wad after wad of

I stroke Liz’s wonderful ass, which I find is hairy too. Moving forward I slip to the floor then using my hands I pull apart her ass cheeks to reveal her outer and inner vagina lips and watch as a drop of dew rolls down the trough and nestles next to her blood engorged clitoris. I lick and suck as her moans became even louder. Then I slowly launch into her ass and then withdraw. Then I just pause my cock luxuriates in this hot and silky smooth tunnel. Soon Jeff is offering her his hard dick with pre-come dripping from its’ head. She reaches out with one hand to draw him to her while extending her tongue she licks the wetness from his dick and then swallows him fully. Jeff moans in pleasure from the contact. I can’t believe she ate the whole thing in one swoop, awesome. She began licking up and down his shaft and nibbling on the underside of the head causing it to immediately get nice and puffy for her. She licked up and down teasing it then enveloped the head into her warm mouth. His hips began to come up to meet her as she let it fuck her mouth. I withdrew my cock from her anus and plunged it into Liz. She was wet and my cock moved easily into her.

Then climbing on top of me, she took my cock and rubbed the head against her slippery clit, masturbating herself with it and working it inside her extremely ready and slick pussy. Her warmth wrapped around me as I strained to hold back from filling her with cum on the spot. batıkent escort I pushed my head into the heavy pelt of jet-black hair in hr underarms. “Sweetie I love your moist hairy armpits they taste so god” I said as I pushed my mouth into the long bushy hair n her underarms. She put her hands on my chest and raising her hips up and down as she fucked and kissed me like she hadn’t done in years. It was wonderful! Where had this woman been?

“You need to start giving your wife more cock.” She said, as she seduced me. I told her though she was even more hairy than both Becky and her she did not like sex and therefore I was starved of hot sex. In no time she came, bucking on top of me and digging her nails into my shoulders. Then I followed quickly filling her with my warm cum. It was quick for both of us, but then we both needed it so badly.

I turned to see what Jeff and Becky were upto. She was kneeling in front of him and she took his cock in her hands. Her eyes devoured his meat for a long moment before she lowered her head and gently licked the throbbing tip. It was very erotic as she he pushed down, taking all of his meat into her mouth, feeling it stretch her jaw with its girth. She worked up and down, letting her tongue massage the underside of his shaft. She brought one hand up to cup his balls as she continued to fuck his thick cock with her mouth and tongue. She concentrated her whole being on his cock, devoting herself to it and to pleasing him until she felt the first twitch in his heavy sack. As exciting as the idea of him cumming in her mouth was to her, she wanted him to fill her pussy with his seed. She pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up into his eyes.

I wanted to put my cock into her bushy armpits. It was wet and looked very inviting as she stretched her arms and I put my dong into her armpits. It felt great as my prick felt the prickly hedges of her untrimmed underarms. “Aaaaahhhhhh” I groaned as my cock disappeared into her hairy underarms.

I was having the time of my life and I needed a break so I went to get myself some water and maybe regain some vigor doctor that I am from HAIRLEY STREET.

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Chapter 1. “Pumpkin”

Monday, July 18, 2016

Flagstone, Nevada

“What the heck am I doing?” The troubled grimace on Lindsay Delacroix’s face belied her youthfulness as she gazed at the eclectic, Spanish-style house. A terrible knot bounced around in the pit of her stomach and her temple pulse-point twitched with anxiety. Lindsay’s psyche screeched at her to turn and run away, but she refused to budge, convinced the key to a successful future awaited within those walls.

Everything looked identical compared to the online photographs she’d studied so meticulously over the past several months. The desert scenery surrounding the house provided breathtaking background views of orange-banded canyons, towering yellow limestone peaks, sandstone crags, crumbling rocks, and an assortment of colorful wildflowers. Nestled at the end of a cul-de-sac, the property looked normal with its white stucco exterior, red tiled roof, manicured grounds, spacious front patio, and dense shrubbery.

Yet Lindsay knew it was anything but normal. This house represented all the immoral things she’d been taught to avoid while growing up in a conservative, religious family. What happened in establishments like this, she’d been told, was dehumanizing and potentially even life-threatening.

That voice from within continued to protest.

Don’t do this.

Save yourself.

Run!

But Lindsay again chose to ignore it.

“Well, I’m here. I’m actually here. Wow. Might as well go through with it, huh? There’s no turning back now.” Lindsay again spoke out loud as she applied a fresh layer of lipstick and fluffed up her hair.

Need to look my best, right? This is the biggest day of my life. Random thoughts swirled through her mind much like gray ash and dust did in the desert air all around her thanks to a strong, gusting wind. Mom and Dad would throw a fit — maybe even disown me — if they knew what I was about to get myself into.

She took a deep, fortifying breath and tipped her chin high with conviction. I’m gonna do it. It’s time to be a big girl for once and move onto the next phase of my life. Don’t be afraid. You’ve got this.

Still brimming with nervous energy, Lindsay managed a brave face, flung her backpack over her shoulder, and walked toward the seemingly routine, inconspicuous desert house.

Stay strong. Everything is gonna be alright.

Besides, the 18-year-old had nowhere else to go. Thanks to that Uber ride just to get here, she was out of money.

Lindsay had fallen in love with Las Vegas after a whirlwind sightseeing tour and staying at a hotel there last evening. An oasis of lights, sounds, and uncaged debauchery in the heart of the Mojave Desert, Sin City was more like a theme park than an urban metropolis — it could awe as much as it could overwhelm, and that was part of the appeal.

Known for its luxurious rental properties, the clink and ring of slot machines, world-class shows, and a cornucopia of fine dining, Vegas had more than earned its moniker as the entertainment capital of the world. Activity raged everywhere, and the exotic parade of tourists from all walks of life boggled Lindsay’s young, impressionable mind. And the Las Vegas Strip itself? It was a flamboyant, boisterous, and wildly eccentric adult fantasyland — especially after dark — where anything was possible, and reality (and all its pitfalls) ceased to exist.

But here, 150 miles north in Flagstone, Nevada, things were different. Rich in tradition and nineteenth-century architecture, this tightly knit community offered peaceful living and affordable housing. Many locals were descendants of the original settlers, and while friendly, were also protective of their way of life and resistant to change.

An old silver mine, abandoned long ago, was strewn with wrecked and twisted debris. The Flagstone Historical Museum was bursting with artifacts, including one of the original train engines used to haul ore from the mine. The town’s biggest attraction, Crown Hill Cemetery, was the final resting place for hundreds of outlaws and murderers from the 1800s. With gunslinging once a favorite pastime, many locals insisted it was haunted.

“Well, this sure ain’t Vegas,” Lindsay observed.

The temperature on this bright and sultry Monday morning was 105 degrees Fahrenheit, typical weather for July, but Lindsay was accustomed to sweltering heat like this. Just three weeks ago she’d been standing on stage under the blazing sun at her high school graduation in the small town of Citronelle in the southeastern California desert.

She left those old stomping grounds behind yesterday morning, as well as her parents, three sisters, and everyone else she’d ever known and loved, and took a charter bus from Palm Springs to Las Vegas. It was a long, grueling trip, and Lindsay was still feeling the effects of it. Her mother insisted she had no idea what she was doing and was downright crazy to Ankara rus escort venture out on her like this at such an early age.

But Lindsay had a plan.

She just didn’t tell anyone what it was.

Not even her lifelong best friend, Evie Bancroft.

Lindsay wanted to get away from Citronelle for as long as she could remember. Sure, it was home, but nothing ever happened there, and no one ever left. The next closest sign of civilization was 30 miles away. Between it and Citronelle there was one lonely highway and a whole lot of empty space. In her mind, continuing to live in that town was a dead end and offered zero opportunity at a successful future.

For years, Lindsay clung to the hope that something better was out there waiting for her but wasn’t sure what, or where it was. And unless she went out and searched, Lindsay knew she’d never find it because it sure as hell wouldn’t come looking for her in Citronelle.

At first, securing leading roles in television and on the big screen was going to be her ticket out of the boondocks. She’d be a Hollywood icon, drive around in a Porsche, live in a mansion on the beach, and have an entire staff of servants dedicated to her every whim. Her life would be glitzy and glamorous and full of excitement.

It was an idea shared by hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of little girls who dreamt of one day becoming a star in Tinseltown. But as she got older, reality set in. Lindsay had a better chance of winning the Powerball than becoming the next A-list actress or magazine cover girl. She possessed the look and certainly didn’t lack self-confidence but was smart enough to realize there were two chances of succeeding in showbusiness: slim and none. Those long odds, she concluded, were not worth her time or effort.

Still, Lindsay wanted to ditch Citronelle and do something fresh and exciting with her life. With her two older sisters attending USC and Arizona State, respectively, going off to college was out of the question. There was no way her parents could afford the tuition. Besides, Lindsay lacked motivation during her high school years and flat-out didn’t care about learning or trying to do her best. Getting accepted into a top-flight university would be an uphill battle with less-than-favorable GPA and SAT/ACT scores.

She was also tired of dipping and frying corn dogs for minimum wage at the town fairgrounds like a mindless zombie every summer. Ewwwww, gross . . . corn dogs. Lindsay shuddered at the thought. It was the only available job for her in town and further evidence she needed to escape the purgatory her life in Citronelle had become.

So, at the beginning of her senior year of high school, an idea popped into her mind and wouldn’t go away. At first, Lindsay found the thought utterly repulsive, but soon the perversity of it intrigued and excited her like nothing ever had before.

Why wouldn’t it? It involved having sex.

Lots of it.

And this girl loved sex.

Lindsay did exhaustive research on every active brothel throughout the state of Nevada and what it was like to work at one. She read every news article, blog post, and website message board available on the Internet related to them.

Brothels (or to be blunt, whorehouses) were 100 percent legal in select, lesser-populated Nevada counties. Advocates claimed that visiting one was the safest sex anyone could ever have in their life. A million times safer than, say, picking up a random chick at the neighborhood bar and taking her back to their bachelor pad for a one-night stand.

All aspects of a brothel’s day-to-day operations were regulated and subject to the strict scrutiny of the Nevada State Legislature. Every sex worker was routinely screened for STDs. If diagnosed with an infection, they weren’t allowed to return to work until cleared by a physician. Failure to comply would lead to a jail sentence for the lady, and license cancellation and permanent shutdown for the brothel itself.

There had never been a case of HIV reported in the LPIN (Legal Prostitution in Nevada) system. Mandatory HIV testing began in 1986 and a mandatory condom law followed two years later. Each year, it seemed that safety protocols for the industry became even more stringent.

Lindsay created dummy accounts on Twitter and Instagram so she could follow as many working girls (i.e., prostitutes) she could find. Lindsay even socialized back and forth with those who were gracious enough to respond. Claiming to be 24 with legitimate aspirations of joining the business, she asked countless questions and processed all the feedback.

Some brothels were glamorous, upscale resorts while others operated in tiny, rundown shacks. They went from one extreme to the other, like comparing that Porsche to an old clunker.

But when you got down to it, at least for the customer, what did it matter? Women were women and sex was ankara ucuz escort sex, so if a customer found a connection and enjoyed themselves, it’s doubtful whether they’d remember it happened in a glittering palace or a hundred-year-old house in dire need of repairs.

On the higher end, a legalized working girl could make between $1,500 and $2,000 an hour for a standard session, but only at those posh, extravagant resorts outside of Las Vegas. Though banned in Las Vegas itself and all of Clark County because the population exceeded the state-imposed limit of 700,000, a handful of brothels could be found in adjacent Nye County.

According to Lindsay’s research, working at them was competitive and demanding — almost to the point of being cutthroat — and the girls had to pay substantial fees (rent, supplies, food, cleaning, etc.) daily.

Way up north, closer to Salt Lake City than Las Vegas, earning power was far less — just a couple of hundred bucks an hour. Those brothels were in quiet desert towns without much else going on. A healthy chunk of their clientele were locals who led normal lives and worked at the casino or in the mine and didn’t have a surplus of money to throw around. Working at them wasn’t lucrative as certain days came and went without a single customer stopping by.

But the vibe at the smaller houses seemed much more relaxed and easygoing. Management still charged a daily rent, but according to Lindsay’s probing it was in the $20 to $30 range (compared to down south where it was close to $50) and general expenses were covered for the most part. The ladies got along and supported one another. Many posted comments on social media about the comfortable living conditions and how they didn’t have to pay for any frivolous expenses. Despite slower business and excess downtime, they claimed to be happy.

Prostitution was illegal in Reno and Carson City as well, but a few miles away in Lyon County, brothels offered higher earning potential than those along the northern beltway. A greater population and their proximity to Sacramento and San Francisco meant more business. But the negative drawbacks at these western houses ramped up, too. Management could afford to take liberties with their employees, make outrageous demands, and charge higher fees.

After months of deliberation, Lindsay decided to apply online at Happy Ending Ranch in Flagstone (population: 1,100.) Aesthetically speaking, Flagstone wasn’t much different than Citronelle or the towns further north. But it was closer to Las Vegas (a two-and-a-half-hour drive compared to six or seven) and attracted more customers because of it. High rollers and big shots from the casinos would drive there looking for a good time with pocketfuls of cash to burn.

The typical working girl at Happy Ending Ranch netted between $300 to $350 an hour while entertaining a client. It was on the low end compared to the larger houses, but Lindsay was okay with that. Those amounts came courtesy of some friendly patrons she met through social media. Lindsay asked a select number of prostitutes what their earnings were as well, but never got a response from any of them.

That’s because in-house employees discussing prices through online communication or over the telephone was illegal and warranted an arrest. In the eyes of the law, that’s considered solicitation. The only place any legal negotiating could take place was in a private room within a brothel itself.

Happy Ending Ranch had a few nice bonus perks, too — it provided both meals and supplies, such as condoms, wet wipes, hand sanitizer, and other essentials free of charge. Working for less money was a welcome trade-off for not owing exorbitant living fees and being in a less stressful environment. The ladies weren’t in constant fear of losing their jobs, either.

But the main reason Lindsay chose this specific brothel was she hadn’t read one negative word about it. Customers raved about the girls and how friendly and attentive the staff was. The owner went out of his way for the customer, and judging by pictures she’d seen, Lindsay thought he was easy on the eyes, too.

Patrons also spoke far more glowingly of the ranch’s atmosphere than they did any other in the state. In a way, it seemed too good to be true. Some clients traveled thousands of miles and only visited for an hour or two yet kept coming back multiple times a year. Reading the message board and watching videos, Happy Ending’s girls were tight-knit and friendly. Lindsay thoroughly analyzed their exchanges on social media and found no hint of petty jealousy.

At the bigger houses, the atmosphere was all business. Those brothels, particularly the ones closer to Vegas, were a well-oiled machine whose sole purpose was to make money — which they did hand over fist. That model worked well for them, too.

But veteran whoremongers (or mongers, an industry ankara yabancı escort term for repeat customers) complained there wasn’t the special touch found at the rural houses. The high-dollar brothels didn’t offer an unforgettable experience that would attract returning business like the smaller ones did.

It was get in, get out, keep the assembly line moving — a well-oiled machine, indeed. They could afford to be this way because with tens of thousands of tourists cycling through Sin City every day, new customers were always coming through the doors, whether it was with a purpose or out of sheer curiosity. Athletes, celebrities, multimillionaires, and Fortune 500 CEOs were frequent guests. So was the common, everyday working man vacationing from thousands of miles away who didn’t realize the prices were way more affordable in Humboldt, Elko, White Pine, and Lander Counties.

It was sex. And with Vegas being close by and having such constant demand, prices were inflated.

Additionally, turnover was high and morale shaky. Lindsay read several horror stories about certain things the girls did to each other during disagreements. One urinated in another’s suitcase, for example, and didn’t tell anyone about it for four days. A massive firestorm ensued with both ladies getting terminated and moving onto separate houses.

And then there was the lawsuit.

Lindsay wanted no part of any drama, so decided to apply at Happy Ending Ranch. Even former employees didn’t have anything negative to say about the place. Everything was positive. They loved the management — especially the owner — and the rest of the staff as well. It came recommended for both first-time and veteran working girls.

Plus, at most houses, the minimum age for employment was 21, which disqualified Lindsay. But here, it was 18. Each county had its own rules.

NOTICE: Cell phones, pagers, personal digital assistants (PDAs), laptops, recording devices, and two-way radios are prohibited on this property and will be confiscated.

Lindsay’s face twisted as she scrutinized the sign at the entrance. She assumed it was to protect anonymity and safety and that such a rule was for the clientele, not the working girls. Surely, management wouldn’t forbid their employees from using cell phones, would they? But just to be safe, she stashed her wireless device inside her backpack anyway.

Lindsay reached out a tentative finger, pressed the doorbell, and heard the chime go off from somewhere behind the thick, reinforced mahogany.

And as if on cue, she started doubting her decisions. Maybe I have it all wrong. Am I about to make the biggest mistake of my life? One I won’t ever be able to recover from? Lindsay’s heart was pounding in her chest as she wondered what awaited her on the other side of the door.

You’re insane, but welcome to the rest of your life, girlfriend. This is what you wanted. Time to get fucked for a living. She gripped the hair at the back of her head with both hands, groaned miserably, and shuffled her feet. Hey, they can put that on your tombstone! Lindsay Michelle Delacroix, December 4, 1997 to . . . whenever. She was a prostitute and got fucked for a living — and she liked it. A cocksucker du jour.

The young woman blew her cheeks out with a heavy breath, lifted her chin, and took in the surroundings one more time. This sure isn’t Citronelle, either. She knew all too well her mother was against the idea of prostitution, legal or otherwise. Mrs. Delacroix claimed that brothels were “houses of ill repute” and the women who dared work at them “unholy sinners.” She enjoyed watching daytime talk shows a little too much and insisted sex workers were the lowest form of scum on the planet and would forever rot in Hell.

Lindsay’s face went pale at the thought of her parents ever finding out she was here. Mom would spaz out. Dad would have a heart attack and call the National Guard — no, he’d do one better — he’d get Seal Team Six and have me extracted.

After a full minute, the door had yet to be opened. Maybe everyone was still sleeping? Lindsay knew the majority of brothel customers showed up at night under the sanctity of darkness, but the place had been open for almost 90 minutes. Someone had to be awake and lurking about inside, right?

Impatient, Lindsay hit the buzzer again and experienced more pangs of self-doubt and trepidation. Coming here wasn’t an easy decision, but at least it’d been a well-thought and informed one (or so she hoped.) Lindsay again reminded herself that this was what she wanted to do with the next phase of her life.

It was her one-way ticket out of Citronelle, too.

A man opened the door and greeted her with a cheerful smile. “Hi! Good morning! Welcome to Happy Ending Ranch!”

Dressed from head to toe in black, the gentleman’s face was aged with lines giving him a distinguished complexion, his hair dark with silver streaks, and he had green eyes that reminded Lindsay of the forest on a calm day.

She found herself intrigued by how handsome this man looked. Lindsay had countless fantasies of being with an older, far more experienced man who could show her how things were supposed to be done in the bedroom. In those fantasies, she imagined herself as defenseless and at her lover’s mercy.

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