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INNOCENCE LOST

Chapter One

“I can’t tonight,” Lisa replies over the phone to her best friend Melinda.

“But you’re home all alone,” states Melinda.

“Yeah. But I can’t. Every time I invite someone over when mom and dad aren’t here, I get caught.”

“But I’m so bored tonight,” pouts Melinda.

“We can do something tomorrow night. Robby will be home from college by then and you will be able to come over,” Lisa says confidently as she takes another swig from the can of beer.

“Okay,” Melinda sighs glumly. “I will talk to you tomorrow then.”

“K. Bye,” responds Lisa as she hangs up the phone. Already bored, Lisa flicks through the channels on the TV, stopping at a music station. ‘Dance your pants off’ is airing and Lisa chuckles to herself as she is up well past her bedtime, even for a Friday night.

Returning from the kitchen with another beer, her fourth of the evening, Lisa starts dancing along with the video. Caught up in the moment, she strips off her pants and starts flinging her long, blonde hair around as she gyrates her 5 foot 4 inch frame to the music clad only in her pink thong panties and cropped white tank top which barely covers her 32B’s. Taking another long drink, Lisa is startled by the front door opening and spills beer all over her shirt.

Peeking around the corner, Lisa sees her brother. Only one year older than her, Robby is almost a foot taller than Lisa, at 6 foot 3 inches. A shaggy blond mop tops his 210 pounds of muscle. She can see how all the girls in high school were in love with him and saddened when he took the scholarship to play football for a BCS ranked college instead of staying home and being the star wide receiver for State. As soon as Robby turns to close the front door, Lisa bolts from her hiding place and times her jump perfectly to catch Robby off guard as he turns back to pick up his bag.

Flying into his arms, Lisa yells, “Welcome home!” and kisses him while wrapping her arms and legs around his body.

Holding the kiss for a second or two too long, Robby finally says, “Hi sis,” with a big smile. “I smell beer.”

With an innocent look, Lisa replies, “Really?”

“Yeah. Really. Why don’t you peel yourself off of me and grab me one,” Robby chuckles.

“Okay,” Lisa smiles back and skips off towards the kitchen

Robby watches her as she prances away and mumbles to himself, “Damn.” He grabs his bag and walks toward his bedroom, trying to shake the image burned into into his brain away. Opening his door and talking to himself again says, “It’s good to be home.” Setting his bag on the bed, he turns in time to see Lisa standing in the doorway, her hair fluttering over her breasts, nipples peeking through her hair and straining at the tight, white fabric, her cleavage readily visible where the spilled beer had made the material transparent.

“Here,” Lisa states as she thrusts her arm out to hand him the beer.

“Thanks,” he replies as he pops the top to the can and takes a sip. “You’ve grown,” he continues, eyeing the new curves his sister has. Remembering at Christmas when he was home last, she was clad in heavy clothing sohe could not see her body and last summer shen she was swimming in the backyard pool, she didn’t have any of the curves she now possesses.

Smiling, Lisa grabs Robby’s hand and says, “Come on,” as she pulls him out of his room. Robby steps past his little sister and leads her to the family room, knowing if he followed her, his eyes would be on her bare ass, barely covered by the tiny thong, and there would be additional stirrings in his pants. Once there, Lisa sprints past him and jumps onto the couch. She grabs the remote before he even has a chance to sit down. “Hmm, what do I want to watch?” she asks herself rhetorically.

“What movie is on?” Robby asks her.

Flipping through the channels, she sees that there are two movies starting at midnight, about five minutes away, and they consist of a romantic comedy and a horror flick. “Seen it,” Lisa states when she passes the comedy. “Looks like it’s going to be the horror movie tonight,” she continues as she sets down the remote.

“Sounds good to me,” Robby adds as he drains the last of his beer. “Go get me another one,” he commands. Lisa does as bidden and when she is out of earshot, he mumbles, “Damn, she’s got a nice ass,” watching as she struts out of the room. Taking the opportunity, he adjusts himself as the stirrings are becoming a problem.

Lisa skips back into the room with Robby watching her breasts bounce unhindered under her tank top. “Here,” she giggles as she plops down hard on his lap, greeted by a groan as she lands on the growing problem. “What’s wrong?” she asks innocently as she curls up in his lap and leans against his chest.

“Nothing,” he states. “The movie is starting,” he continues as he slides her off of his lap and onto the couch beside him.

“Oh,” Lisa pouts, unaware of her raw sexuality and what it is doing to her brother. She slips a leg across his as she cuddles up under his protective Büyükesat Escort arm, her hard nipples burning against his ribs. He sets his beer down and drops his hand onto her leg and absent mindlessly starts to rub her knee.

“Gotcha!” Robby yells and pokes her in the ribs during the climatic scary scene at the pinnacle of the movie.

“Ahhhhh….,” screams Lisa as she nearly jumps off the couch. “You brat!” she continues screaming as she hits him across the chest.

“It’s not that scary,” he says reassuringly.

“Yes it is,” stammers Lisa with a tremble in her voice. She curls up tighter against his side and draws her other leg up onto his lap, hiding her face against his chest. Robby wraps his arms around his baby sister, assuring her and protecting her from the monsters on screen.

The movie ends and Robby grabs the remote to turn off the TV. He gently picks her up as she has nodded off during the final few minutes of the movie, safe in the cocoon of his body. He carries her up to her room and places her in bed. Deciding it would be difficult to keep his hands off of her if he changed her into a nightshirt, he tucks her under the covers and gives her a soft kiss on the forehead.

He retires to his own bedroom next door, throws his bags over in front of the closet and strips down to his boxers. Turning off the light, he climbs into bed, only to toss and turn while thinking about the hard little body his gorgeous sister has grown into. He finally falls asleep holding the nine inches of manhood in his hand. The storm that was predicted to hit, causing him to come home early, is starting to light up the sky.

Awakened by a loud thunderclap, Lisa sits up in her bed and listens to the roar of the wind and the pelting of the rain illuminated by flashes of lightening and accompanied by the rolling of thunder. Unable to go back to sleep because of the storm and memories of the movie, Lisa slips out of bed. Padding down the hall, she quietly opens the door to Robby’s room and runs across the chamber to his bed. Seeing him asleep by the light of a flash of lightening, she slides into the bed and curls up next to him. Robby rolls onto his side and Lisa quickly spoons in front of him and Robby throws his arm over her. Feeling safe and secure, Lisa falls back asleep.

Sensing the heat of a body, Robby, still more asleep than awake, starts rubbing his hand over the tight little body spooned up with him. In his drowsy state, he believes he is still at school and one of his girlfriends has snuck into bed with him. He gently kneads the smooth, upturned breasts barely contained by the short tank top. Her nipples hardening in response to the caresses, Lisa moans in her sleep as Robby pinches the tiny nips. Sliding his hand down over her flat stomach, Robby’s hand slips beneath the fabric of Lisa’s thong, allowing his fingers to trace along her shaven lips before entering the valley of her dewy folds.

Finding her nub, he draws his finger across it, causing her to shudder and moan in her sleep as his manhood rises, sliding up between her legs.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he pulls aside her thong and presses the head of him immense tool between her now inflamed lips. Unable to proceed further, Robby grabs Lisa’s hips and rolls them both until he is on his back and she is straddling him, facing away.

The tinge of pain caused by Robby penetrating her maidenhood rouses Lisa back to consciousness. Unable to breath or speak due to the waves of ecstasy from the feeling of being split in two as she slides down his tool, forced on by the downward pressure from Robby’s persistent hands.

A moan is caught in the back of her throat as he moves her up and down, impaled on the rigid pole protruding from the fly of his boxers. The feeling of completeness washes over her as the desires mount as fast as Lisa is sliding up and down.

Robby grunts as he pulls Lisa down hard and explodes into her newly deflowered nest. His hands slide up her sides before he pulls her back over onto their sides, sighing with pleasures as he slips deeper into his dream state, not fully aware of who is with or what he has done.

CHAPTER TWO

Robby wakens to the smell of fresh brewed coffee wafting through the house. Outside, the storm has passed by and the sun is trying to peek out from the leftover clouds. Pulling on his shorts and a tee shirt, he makes his way to the kitchen, memories of his wet dream clouding his thoughts.

Walking into the kitchen, he sees the coffee pot gurgling out the last of the water and Lisa, wearing a knee length night shirt, looking through the cabinets. She turns as she hears Robby enter and says, “There is nothing to eat here.”

“That’s okay kiddo,” he replies. “Let me take a shower and I will take you to breakfast to celebrate my homecoming.”

Lisa nods her head and smiles as Robby grabs a cup off the hook and fills it with the steamy blend. “I’ll take milk and sugar in mine,” she states.

“Okay Çayyolu Escort kiddo,” he repeats and hands her a cup before walking off.

Standing in the bathroom, Robby is confused, looking at the spot of blood on his boxers. From behind he hears, “It wasn’t a dream.”

As he turns around, he asks, “What wasn’t a…” Spotting Lisa standing in the doorway naked, he chokes on his words. He didn’t hear the door open. The cascade of water from the shower muffling the sound. “…dream?” he stammers out.

“Us. Last night,” Lisa replies.

“We didn’t. We can’t,” he mumbles as he stares at her perfect breasts and shaved lips.

“We did, we can and we will do it again,” Lisa whispers with a smile. “And from the look of things, real soon.” She takes the few steps to him and wraps her arms around his neck. On her tippy toes, she reaches up and kisses him on the mouth. Robby kisses her back and presses his tongue against her lips. Lisa, not knowing what to do, keeps her mouth closed as Robby reaches down and caresses her tight butt cheeks.

He picks her up and sets her on top of the counter. Positioning himself, he slides into her eager love canal. She moans as he enters her. Taking advantage of the moan, he pushes his tongue into her mouth, invading two orifices at once. He glides his tongue over her straight white teeth, fresh from braces, and darts his tongue in deeper, teasing hers as he matches the pace of his thrusts deep inside her recently virginal recesses.

Lisa breaks the kiss and moans deeply, panting to attempt to regain her breath as the spasms of pleasure cause her to gasp and gulp for air.

Robby feels the pressure build of his pending climax and tries to pull out. Lisa has already clamped her legs around him and locked her ankles in an attempt to pull him deeper, every thrust bringing her to new heights. “Let. Me. Out,” Robby pants.

“No,” she moans back. Unable to hold out any further, Robby explodes into his little sister with a final thrust. regaining her breath, Lisa pants, “Mom put me on birth control last fall when my tits started growing. Besides, I like it when you cum in me.”

Robby breathes out and whispers, “You naughty girl,” and smiles.

“You taught me,” giggles Lisa.

Robby stands up straight and reaches behind himself to pull Lisa’s ankles apart. Slipping from her grasp, he says, “Let’s take that shower.”

Walking into the restaurant, a small neighborhood coffee shop which Robby hung out in during his high school years, the hostess, whom looks vaguely familiar, yells out, “Robby, you’re back!”

Noticing her name tag, Robby replies, “Hi Kate. Yup, school’s over for the year.”

“I saw you on TV when you played. You did great.”

“Thanks. Can we have a table?” inquires Robby.

“Oh, there’s two of you?” Kate asks after coming back to her senses, out of her daydream about Robby.

“Yeah.”

“This way,” states Kate as she leads them through the coffee shop.

“Does everyone always stare?” whispers Lisa. Robby nods. Lisa walks a little closer to her big brother, partially to show her possessiveness, but mostly to hide from all the attention from the people seated.

Kate leads them to a family sized table near the rear. “Here you go,” she says as she sets down the menus.

“Ah, can we have something smaller?” inquires Lisa.

“From what I remember, there are always people wanting to join the table with Robby,” replies Kate.

“This will be fine,” Robby remarks. “Two coffees, please.”

“What do we have here?” Kyle states as he, two other guys and two girls squeeze into the booth with Robby and Lisa. “I guess you are trying to hide from your old high school buddies,” he continues with a chuckle.

“If I was going to do that, I wouldn’t have come here,” replies Robby as he has to slide over tight against Lisa because of Erica, last year’s head cheerleader, pushes into the booth next to him. “I got home late last night and I’m here first thing. That’s not hiding.”

“So, how has going to a big school out of state been?” Erica asks demurely.

“Not bad,” Robby responds.

“You would have played more here at home and we could have been teammates again,” says Kyle as he starts picking at the leftover food on the plates still on the table.

“True. But I have a better chance of getting drafted and being a big star,” boasts Robby as he leans in towards the table with the rest of his friends, leaving Lisa sitting back, slouching down and totally ignored.

“And then I can say I went out with a pro football star,” Erica purrs as she slips her hand off the table and onto Robby’s leg.

“We haven’t gone out,” states Robby.

“Not yet,” she replies as her hand grasps his upper thigh.

“I wanna go home,” Lisa quietly whines, loud enough for only Robby to hear.

“Looks like we have someone who doesn’t like me,” scoffs Erica.

“I do have to get going,” Robby says. “I will see you all later.”

“Call me,” whispers Cebeci Escort Erica. Robby and Lisa quickly get up to leave.

“Can you take me over to Melinda’s tonight?” Lisa asks, walking out of the house and calling to Robby who is sitting on a lounge chair in his Bermuda shorts.

“Yeah,” he stammers, staring at his sister in her bikini. “What time?”

“About six,” she replies with a smile. She chose her tiniest bikini, the one that was already small on her body last year. And this year, the triangles don’t cover her blossoming breasts and the patch of a bottom is pulled up tight. She folded the back up into the crack of her butt to show off her tan lines. The mint green color accents her emerald green eyes. She giggles to herself as she struts across the patio. She is carrying a beer for Robby, having stopped at the market for some essentials, food and beer, on the way home. The cashier, another girl who worships Robby, didn’t card him for the beer even though it is store policy and he is of age. Her dreamy eyes watching him and not paying attention to her job. “Here,” Lisa states as she hands him the cold can.

Robby shifts uneasily as he reaches for the beer and says, “Thanks. I’m going out tonight too, so I am glad you are going to be busy.”

“Who are you going out with?” Lisa asks as she stands over him, trying to garner his complete attention.

“Aren’t you the nosy one?” Robby replies rhetorically. “If you must know, I’m going dancing with Erica.”

“I don’t like her.”

“You don’t even know her,” scoffs Robby.

“Yeah, but still…”

Robby looks up at his sister over his sunglasses and a wicked smile overcomes his face. “You’re jealous,” he teases.

“Am not,” demands Lisa.

“Are too,” Robby continues teasing. He swings his leg over the chair so he is facing Lisa. Suddenly, he grabs her as he stands up and runs towards the pool.

“No!!!” screams Lisa as Robby throws her into the water while he jumps in himself.

Coughing as she surfaces, Lisa glares at Robby and yells, “I hate you!” she starts to swim to the shallow end of the pool.

“No, you don’t,” Robby calls out after her, swimming towards the same end of the pool, angling to catch her before she can get out.

“I do too,” she screams and Robby grabs for her. “I do. I do. I do,” she continues as she fights him off.

“No you don’t. You love me,” Robby says as he wraps his arms around her. “Just like I love you,” he says with a smile.

Tears streaming down her face, Lisa looks up at him. She buries her face in his chest as Robby holds her tight. Lisa looks back up at him, stifling the tears, she whispers, “Prove it.”

Robby bends down and kisses her. His tongue tracing along her lips. “Am I going to have to teach you to kiss?” he whispers.

“I know how to kiss,” she replies.

“You know how to kiss mom and dad, but you don’t know how to kiss your boyfriend,” Robby breathes. Lisa blushes. “Now open your lips a little bit and meet my tongue,” he commands. He leans back down and kisses her deeply, tongues intertwining. “Now, isn’t that nicer?”

“Wow,” Lisa pants. Robby smiles and kisses her again. He slides his hands down her back and starts to massage her ass. Lisa moans in the back of her throat at this new development.

Robby breaks the kiss and asks, “Do you want to go inside?”

Lisa only nods because the words are stuck in her throat. She reaches back up to kiss him again. Feeling his nudges, Lisa wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her up the stair of the pool and into the house.

Laying her on the bed in her room, Robby unties the knots of her bikini at each hip and tosses it over his shoulder. He quickly pulls down his own suit and steps out of it, his manhood springing out in front of him. Slipping the head of his rigid pole between her folds, Robby tests for her response. Feeling the wetness of her natural lubrication, he pushes, driving home his cock deep into her depths. Lisa’s moans and grunts as he leans over her, pistoning in and out of her now well broken in honey pot.

“Kiss. Me,” she pants between the groans of Robby’s merciless cock grinding into her. He leans down and does as bidden, kissing her, sucking her lower lip between his teeth and gently biting. Lisa jams her tongue into his mouth at the same pace Robby is pounding her.

A moan escapes his lips as he thrusts hard and deep, exploding with the intense pleasures of the joining. Lisa locks her legs around his waist and pulls him deeper and she follows suit, moaning as she feels the spurts plastering her insides, triggering her own orgasm.

Robby rolls onto the bed next to his love, his little sister, as she rolls with him, keeping him locked inside. He kisses the top of her head before drifting off to sleep. The combination of the beer, sun and sex has worn him out. Lisa falls asleep secure in his arms.

CHAPTER THREE

Lisa wakes up alone. She sits up and stretches. A warm flow washes over her as she remembers and smiles. Shedding her bikini top, she hops out of bed and grabs a robe.

Walking into the kitchen with the robe hanging open, she sees Robby all dressed up in blue jeans, a black linen button-up shirt and running shoes. His hair is still wet from the shower. He is putting away the coffee cups they used this morning and wiping down the counter.

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My wife and son had gone to a college information night at his high school, but I had to stay late for a meeting at work. Since we were on opposite sides of town, we decided to meet up for dinner later on. As it turned out, my meeting didn’t take as long as I had feared, but still late enough to keep from meeting them at the info night.

I texted my wife, and it seemed the presentation was running longer. I headed out, and went to happy hour, and would go from there to our favorite restaurant when they finished. Saddling up to the bar, I order a snack and red ale. There were plenty of college games on the various tv’s, and I sat back and watched.

About 15-20 minutes later, I noticed a young black man at the end of the bar. Thinking nothing of it, until moments later I thought he might have glanced at me a few times out of the side of my eye.

Guilty admission here, although I was married with children, early in life I had sucked a big dick, and the memory had stayed with me. So I was a tad surprised when the same ebony gentlemen walked by, passing behind me. His hand touched the small of my back as he passed. Instantly, I thought of the many women complaining online about “why do men put their hands on our back in a bar”. I stood up, and headed to the restroom.

Sure enough, this stalwart fine specimen of chocolate masculinity had finished and was washing his hands. He looked at me, and smiled. In short order, I was standing next to him, and placed my hand gently on his bulge. His smile widened.

“Want me to drain your lizard?”

We removed ourselves to the larger stall, and I undid his pants. My hands fondled his already semi-erect phallus, as he kissed my neck. I was getting hot and Bahçelievler Escort bothered, it had been decades since I had sucked a big juicy pole, and my mouth was salivating at this rare opportunity. So when he started lowering me, I willfully squatted, and looked directly at his smooth hairless shaft.

I blew air on it, to tease him, before I started kissing the head, and running my tongue over the ridge of his helmet. Once my tongue tasted him, I had to have it. I pursed my lips, and pushed them over his hard meat, using my saliva as lube on his thick cock. I heard him moan.

That turned me on to no end.

Pushing his cock back on to his abs, I licked the bottom of his shaft with my willing tongue to get him nice and slick. At the top, I let the tip enter my mouth again and started shoving it in further.

My hands caressed his abs and chest as my whore mouth worshiped his godly baby maker. He placed his hand on my head, as I rose and fell on his spear. After a bit, his hands started shoving me deeper. At this point, I placed my hands on his nude rear end, and as he shoved, I pulled his cock deeper into my cock hungry mouth.

Mind you, I have never been able to deep throat a big one, but my hunger for his cum had me at a disadvantage. Only once did I almost gag, then unbelievably I got to the point where my lips touched his base. It was a personal best for me, and so many years removed from my bisexual days, I was impressed with myself.

At this point, he started raping my mouth. My hands reached for his chest and start twisting his nipples, willing him to face fuck me some more. He did so, upping the pace.

A wet gurgling Bala Escort sound filled the men’s room.

My cock was so hard it was sore. The idea that some random guy might come in and hear us excited me beyond belief.

Finally, he shot his jet of milky thick and stringy cum into my mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed it all. I used my hands to pump his phallus, as my lips massaged every last drop out of him.

I was in cock nirvana.

As I stood up, he pulled me in and kissed me, licking what little cum was still on me.

“Thank you for that, It’s been awhile since I swallowed.”

*****

‘What did you do to kill time?’ my wife asked.

“Went to a sports bar, and watched UCLA kill $c in basketball.”

“I wasn’t there long before I had to head out to meet you here. How was the information night?”

My son sighed, then said… “Boring”

My wife and I smiled at him, a typical teenager. My hand rested on her thigh under the table, my tell tale sign I wanted ‘some’ tonight. She patted my hand, letting me know she understood. We finished our dinner and headed home. My wife had two beers, I only had one since I already had one at the bar.

By the time we got home, it was later than usual. We headed straight to bed. I locked the door behind us and eagerly helped her undress. She slapped at my hands in a playful manner, but she was willing. She rolled on the bed, and spread her legs wide open, slapping her vulva several times.

“Lick me good! And you’ll get the prize!”

“You know I like using my mouth!”

I ran my tongue along her long legs, and teased her pussy several times before muff diving her. My tongue is an Balgat Escort expert at coaxing her to orgasms, getting her micro shaking in very little time. After taking care of her needs, she started pulling me up, but I kept sucking her clit making her cum.

“C’mon, fuck me already!” she whispered.

I climbed up as she grabbed my thick member, sizable in its own right.

“Unh, I love when you enter me…” she moaned.

“I love how your body moves, how you rub your pussy on my mouth, it turns me on so much!”

I started slow, let her get used to my stride. Once she was good and ready, I started hammering her wet pussy. She loves it rough, especially when I smack her pearl with my lower abs as my cock filled her. As I fucked her, and built up in intensity, she raised her legs to open up wider. This allowed me to go deeper, the way she likes it.

I was railing into her when she started twisting my nipples, and it set me off, my cock getting harder. She knows how to make me blow my wad. Trying not to, I delayed for as long as I could, but eventually I came inside her, and rolled my hips around to stimulate her further. This is when she had her bigger orgasms, her body seemingly letting go as her muscles relaxed in a wave of release.

“Baby…”

“Swallow your creampie?”

“Please, can you…”

“Okay, but only because I love you!”

She smiled as we played our little romantic game. I actually love eating her creampie, but don’t do it every time. I want to hold out so it’s something special for her, and me. My tongue lapped up her soaked pussy. Sucking out as much cream as I could, I licked around her pussy, taint and ass, making sure to clean her up.

Once I finished, I kissed her good night.

“Mmm, your cum tastes a little different tonight.” she noted.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Neither, just different.” she hugged me as I rolled off of her.

I thought of the cock I had swallowed, and smiled as I nodded off, knowing full well she had tasted two separate cum deposits.

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So yes, that just happened. I gave Josh blue balls and rubbed my driver’s balls as he stroked his dick for me. I let Eddie finger fuck my bare pussy and watch me cum. But the day wasn’t over yet. I still owed Josh a blowjob. I bet he’s jerking off right about now. Poor boy and his blue balls. Such a turn on for me. I guess I just like to torture my Men. Play with them, tease them, torture them, give them blue balls. It makes me feel in control.

I got home and practiced my speech. I practiced exactly what I was going to say and how I was going to say it so it didn’t look suspicious to my boyfriend. I couldn’t let my boyfriend know I was going to suck another man’s dick today. So I practiced. I just kept repeating the same scenario over and over in my head until the time came when he got home.

Usually I would wrap my lips around my boyfriend’s hard cock and suck the cum out of his balls, but not today. I didn’t want Bryan. I wanted Josh. I felt his cock for the first time. I got a peek of it as I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I needed more. Josh needed more. So, I told Bryan that I was really stressed out about the project and that I’m behind on schedule and that he needs to drive me to Josh’s house so I can catch up on the project.

My boyfriend is completely oblivious. He actually believed that. It was easier than I thought. I thought he would’ve needed more convincing but instead he just agreed without hesitation. I don’t understand. Bryan is either oblivious as hell or really fucking confident, which is hot. I hope it’s the 2nd one.

So we get in the car, I put the address in the GPS on my phone and we’re on our way. My heart was beating so fast. My pussy was so wet again. I couldn’t believe this was happening!! I was about to cuckhold my boyfriend! I was about to suck another guy’s cock. The hottest thing about the whole experience was the fact that my boyfriend had no clue that he was driving me to Josh’s house to suck his dick.

I should tell you right now, the only person getting his dick sucked tonight is Josh. Bryan can go rub one off in the bathroom if he needs to. So I texted Josh I was on my way and instructed him to wait inside for me until I knocked on the door so my boyfriend wouldn’t see him. Poor Bryan, he had no idea what was about to happen.

We pull up to the house and my heart is pounding. I have never done this before. This wasn’t me. Or was it? I honestly didn’t know but I liked it. I gave my boyfriend a kiss on the lips so he wouldn’t suspect anything and I got out of the car. I walked up to the front door and took Ankara Travesti a breath. I knocked and Josh opened the door with a big smile on his face.

“Hey.” Said Josh.

“Hey” I replied.

I walked in and he closed the door. As soon as he closed the door, something wild took over me. I don’t know what it was but I became the wildest most sexual girl in the world. I went up to him, put my hands on his face cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Next thing I knew we were tongue kissing.

I stopped and kneeled down like a good girl. I rubbed his cock through the outside of his shorts just for a little. It didn’t take too long for him to get hard. I think he was hard already. This was it. This was the moment. I would finally see Josh’s cock. I would finally be able to suck it. I would finally be able to make him cum.

So I took my time, trying to be as sexy as possible. I wanted him to enjoy this moment, I didn’t want to rush it. So very carefully I unbuttoned his shorts and slowly slid them down to his ankles exposing his underwear. I could see the outline of his hard cock. It was huge. I tugged at it with my fingers gently, teasing him, making him harder.

I slid down his underwear to his ankles and out popped his dick. It was huge!! This was a man’s cock compared to my lousy boyfriend. His cock was standing straight out! The head of his raging cock was now staring right at me, begging to be sucked. Begging to be touched. If I’m being honest, I really wanted to suck it. But I wanted to hold it in my hand for a second. I wanted to jerk him off a little bit.

So I wrapped my hand around his raging hard cock and starting moving my hand slowly up and down his shaft, just warming him up a bit. I could feel how hard he was, so I removed my hand from his dick and started to rub his balls very gently.

After teasing his balls a bit, it was time for some tongue action. Without touching his cock with my hands, I used the tip of my tongue to lick the underside of his head. I swirled my tongue around in circular motions around the head of his dick.

Then, I grabbed his dick and held it straight up so I could slide my tongue slowly up and down his shaft. I started at the very bottom and allowed my tongue to slowly slide up to the head of his cock. I did this a few times, licking the underside of his hard cock. I felt some pre-cum. Poor boy. I gave him blue balls this morning, and now he’s patiently waiting for me to suck his dick.

I didn’t want him to suffer anymore. So I grabbed the bottom Ankara Ucuz Escort of his cock with my hand and started to suck his dick. Slowly at first. Up and down, up and down, up and down. I tasted some more pre-cum. So I removed my lips and looked up at him. I looked at him and said, “You can cum down my throat if you want, ok?”

He nodded.

So I sucked his dick. I sucked it nice and hard like a good girl moving my head up and down his shaft. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Fast, furious motions. I felt the beating of his cock, he was so close to cuming. I just kept going. Sucking up and down, up and down, up and down. Then, the most unbelievable feeling in the world, for him and for me. He came so hard down my throat, his cock was throbbing in my mouth as his cum shot down my throat. His balls were pumping the cum on it’s own. Pumping it down my throat.

I almost choked on it. So much cum! I kept his cock in my mouth for a couple seconds until he calmed down. Then, he slowly removed his cock from my mouth and caught his breath.

“Holy shit.” He said.

“Can you finger me?” I asked.

“After what you just did, absolutely.”

So I took off my shoes and slid my jeans off as quickly as I could. I removed my thong and bent over giving him a beautiful view of my pussy from behind. He messaged my pussy with his fingers at first. Slowly. He knew what he was doing. I was moaning loke crazy. I was wet already. I didn’t want to be teased any longer. So I said, “Please, just do it. just do it. Make me cum. Make me cum.”

So he put 2 fingers in my pussy and fingered me. Moving his fingers in and out of my pussy in an unbelievably fast rate. Oh my God, this was so good. I was moaning like crazy. It was even hotter for me because Bryan had no idea what was happening. I wasn’t thinking of Bryan. I was thinking about Josh. I was thinking about his cock. His manly cock. His manly fingers inside my wet pussy fingering me. I was so close to cumming. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I just let it out. I screamed with joy as I squirted all over his floor. Most people would’ve stopped, but not Josh. Josh kept it going. He kept fingering my pussy. More and more cum came out of my pussy. I squirted so much I didn’t think my pussy could ever squirt that much. My legs were shaking from the orgasm!

I stood still and waited for my legs to stop shaking. After they stopped shaking, I turned around and pulled Josh in for a quick kiss on the lips and thanked him. We put both our clothes on and couldn’t stop Ankara Yabancı Escort smiling at each other.

“We should do this again sometime.” I said.

“How about tomorrow?” Josh asked.

“No, no, tomorrow’s not going to work. I can’t ask my boyfriend to drive me here 2 days in a row, it’ll look suspicious.”

“Then don’t. Just tell him you got held up in class.”

“And what do I tell Eddie? I can’t ask Eddie to drop me off at your house. That wouldn’t look right. He might tell my boyfriend.”

“You don’t tell Eddie anything. You follow the schedule as you normally do. Eddie drives you home after class. Then, I’ll pick you up at your house and bring you here.”

“And then what? You drive me back to my place? And then my boyfriend sees the 2 of us together? Not such a good idea.”

“No. I don’t drive you back at all. I’ll call you an uber.”

I was thinking about it for a second. I could see what he was getting at but I needed a refresher to understand the plan.

“So, the plan is?” I asked.

“You let Eddie give you a ride home like he usually does. When you get home you give me a call and I’ll come pick you up. If your boyfriend calls asking where you are, you simply tell him that you got held up in class and that you’re going to take an uber back home when your done. That’s it.”

“That might actually work.” I admitted.

A smile cracked along his face and he said, “So what do you think? Sound like a plan?”

“Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”

So that was the plan we agreed on. Tomorrow, another day with Josh. I loved that idea very much. So I called my boyfriend and asked him to come pick me up. Josh gave me a quick tour of his house as we were waiting for my loser boyfriend to come pick me up.

My phone rang letting me know that my boyfriend was there. I answered normally and told him I’d be right out. I put a mint in my mouth to block out the taste or smell of another man’s cock just in case my boyfriend asked for a kiss.

I gave Josh another kiss on the lips and walked out the door and into my boyfriend’s car.

“Hey babe, how was the study session?” Bryan asked.

“It was good. Just a lot to take in.”

“Hey, so um, I was thinking, when we get home you can give me a blowjob like you usually do?”

“Honestly Bryan, I’m just really tired. Can we do it tomorrow?”

“Come on, how about a handjob then?”

“Bryan, I’m tired, ok. I’m not gonna suck your dick. Just rub one off on your own time.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, I’m just really tired. Can we just go, please?”

“Fine.”

So we drove away. Of course my boyfriend wanted me to suck his cock, but like I said earlier, the only person getting his dick sucked tonight was Josh. Bryan can jerk himself off on his own time. Bryan was my cuck, whether he liked it or not, and that was hot for me. Tomorrow is another day. Another day, another cuckhold. 😉

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“Not like that!”

He turns quickly. Taking me by my hair, he slaps my face hard. Then again. I cry out. He ignores it.

“Start with the tip of your tongue in a little sissy point, at the base of my balls, then widen your tongue flat up into the crack of my ass. Press it in hard and lick to the top of my cheeks. Put your tongue back to a point at the top, run it back down the full crack of my ass, over my ass hole. Then go back the base of my balls and start over. Do it over and over until I tell you to stop, bitch. Clear??”

“Yes, Daddy.” I whimper to him. He turns back away from me. His face down on the bed and his rear up high, his back arched, I lick him as directed.

“That’s it. Good little bitch. That’s it. Perfect. See? You can do this right. I don’t have to whip you after all. If I shit in your mouth you keep licking!”

I feel my heart almost stop as he says that.

He laughs loud.

“That got your attention. Don’t worry. I’m not going to do that to you. Not yet anyway. But if I did you’d just keep licking me. I own you. I’m not into bathroom things, little boy. But You never know.”

He laughs, is amusing himself. He goes to ‘mmmmmm, ahhhh’, moans, loses himself to my tongue. He pushes back against my wet face as I move up and down the crack of his rear, as I do as directed.

His cock is rock hard, bouncing up under him as I lick his ass. He reaches down and pushed it up between his legs, bends it, pointing back at me. He arches his back more to make it stick out from behind.

“Suck it.”

I do as I’m told. Burying my face deep into the crack of his ass as I do. His hard on in my mouth from behind him, I have to struggle to get the head into my mouth at that angle.

He yanks away from me quickly. He turns on the bed. I feel my face turn bright red, feel afraid he’s going to slap me again, think I’ve made him mad somehow. He says nothing. He takes me roughly by my arm and pulls me full up onto the bed face down. In seconds he is on top of me. I cry out as he pushes his cock Ankara escort into me. He reaches back and spreads my bare cheeks with his hands so far apart I cry out, his full weight on top of me. He goes as deep into me as he can. I feel him start to fuck to cum, cum quickly. And as I whimper, almost cry softly, he does. He cums in less than two minutes. He fills me.

“Do you know what good little house bitch you are going to make for me? You, baby, are going to make the perfect house sissy.”

He gets up off of me, pulling me quickly to the floor. He talks to me as I am on my knees in front of him sucking him clean.

“You’re training is coming along nicely. When I tell you to lick my ass that is how I expect it done. You really are the perfect submissive.”

He pats my head.

“You like the way I treat you? Do I give you what you need?”

He smiles down at me.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes…”

I mumble, his cock choking me, to the back of my throat.

I am addicted to this dominant man. He has taken total control of me. He pets the side of my face as I masturbate him with my mouth, feel him start to get semi hard again.

“I’m going to ask you to trust me. Trust me completely. I will never do anything to hurt you, other than the punishment you need from time to time. Do you trust me?”

I nod ‘yes, as he starts to slightly fuck my mouth, reaching down and cupping the sides of my face with his big hands, holding me in place.

“I’m want you to let anyone I send to your door into the house. I want you to let them in and do what they want.”

He feels me stop moving on him. My eyes dart up to him. I feel him hold my head tight and in place not letting me pull away from his now erect cock.

“Don’t worry. Any man I send to you will be as trustworthy as me. You’re going to do this for me. I have several friends I’ve told about you. Friends that would love this mouth. You’ll do it and you’ll get used to it. And if they give you money you put it away and give it to Abidinpaşa escort me.”

He pulls my head back off of him, holding my head by my hair, face up to him. He raises his hand. I feel my heart stand still. Feel myself wince, start to cry slightly.

“Do I have to slap your face again? Do I??”

“No, Daddy…nooooo…”

He runs one finger over my lips, holding my hair so tight it hurts.

“Good boy. That is the right answer. Any man I send to you, you will treat him with the same respect you show me. To start, this will only be on Wednesday nights from 7 pm to midnight. I’m working that out. And you’ll be dressed super cute, sissy like, just like you do for me. Your girly girl thing is what they’ll be needing. You only do naked sissy boy for me. We’ll see. Maybe some will want that too.”

He looks up to the ceiling, pushes his cock back into my mouth. He starts to fuck, slowly.

“Don’t worry. Two said they want you. Maybe three I can think of that would love this mouth. Married friends that have wives that do nothing for them. Maybe I’ll let them fuck that ass too. We’ll see. The ones I told about you want to be sucked. You just let them in when they ring your bell and do what they want with you.”

He pushes deep into my mouth. I feel myself start to choke as he starts to fuck again.

He cums for the second time. He spurts to the back of my throat. His cum dripping out of my mouth, I do my best to swallow it. He squeezes my face so hard it hurts as he holds me in place, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

When he finishes he pushes my head back and off of him.

“Go wipe your butt and put your panties back on. I don’t need you dripping on me.”

He starts to dress as I hurry to the bathroom. When I return to him he takes my hand and walks me downstairs to my living room. He leads me to my couch, sits and puts me on his lap. He kisses my cheek. I feel his hand cup my rear end.

“You know I really care about you and I’ll never Akay escort do anything to actually hurt you.”

He pulls me to him. He kisses me all over my face, my ears and neck. I feel my tiny little penis go semi erect. He holds me on his lap petting and kissing me. I am lost to this man. He starts to kiss softly all around my cheeks and neck, teases across my lips.

“I’d French kiss you but not after you’ve had that mouth sucking my ass.”

He kisses my nose, and cheeks. I feel my face go bright red.

“I’m going to give you what you want. I do know what you need, don’t I? You’re going to be treated like the submissive sissy you are.”

I push up against in, feel him hold me. He’s a huge well built man, so much bigger and stronger than me.

“Yes, Daddy, yesssss. You do. I want to be yours. You know I do. And you know how I feel about you.”

He laughs loud.

“I do, don’t I. You need a strict man, a firm hand. You just keep being my ‘good boy’ and I’ll be the perfect owner. And we both know you need to be owned, don’t we?”

He runs his hand up my back, feels me get goosebumps all over. He pushes his tongue gently into my ear, holds me in place and nibbles on it.

“You smell like cum. I wonder why.”

He slides me off of him, gently.

“I have to leave. I’ll be back to visit you later this week. You remember what I told you, baby. Wednesday night you open the door for whoever rings your bell and be dressed super sissy cute when you do. You gonna do that for me?”

He moves to the door. I look down at the floor. Feel my face turn red again. Feel super apprehension. He is taking me to a new level. I know that and so does he.

“I’ll do that for you, Daddy. I will. But you know I want you. Not other men.”

He smiles.

“I know. You’re my special little bitch. I know you. You just be a piece of sissy candy for whoever I send to you. You really are a good boy. I know that. And that pleases me very much.”

He opens the door and leaves.

I sat on the couch, seeing myself in the large hall mirror. High heels, panties, smeared makeup all over my lips. I still tasted his cum in my mouth. I thought to myself that I am with the right man. I felt my tiny penis go erect. I played with myself and thought only of pleasing that man. I am in the right place and with the right man.

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Chapter XXV

Our New Neighbours

A lot had happened since we’d taken our first steps on the road of sexual liberation. Erin and I were closer than we had ever been and the adventures on our six month celebration were mind-blowing.

Nothing could top that evening; Joe became an occasional lover for my wife. He was the only other man she’d fuck bareback, and the sight of my brother taking Erin while I looked on was a deep, shaming humiliation that excited the very core of my submissive tendencies. However, Joe and his wife were more into wife-swapping, and as I never fucked other women, Erin’s playtime with him was on a monthly not a daily basis.

In the early months of our adventures my wife sought more and more lovers as the reins were unleashed and the shackles were off. She longed for sex with more and more people as she fed from Christina’s libido and they egged each other on.

But after that night at the sex club my gorgeous wife settled a bit more. She had done the rampant promiscuity and I had watched, heard, fluffed and even videoed her sex with scores of men, and been told about hundreds more.

The novelty of her freedom was waning slightly, and although she still had plenty of nights out and trips away, she longed for some more stability. She sought fewer, and more engaged partnerships for her regular sex. That came from Greg, a bald-headed estate agent in an adjacent town, and Samuel, a regular gym bunny. I liked them both; Greg was older and he loved to have my lips around his cock before he fucked Erin. He loved emphasising his dominance over me, and enjoyed seeing me prostrate myself before him.

But outside the bedroom he was a nice, genuine guy. He was married, but in an open relationship, and after fucking he enjoying sitting and watching television, or discussing politics. We met him in pubs and restaurants and were good friends with him, and later his wife. It was like having Jason back, only with less hair and fewer muscles.

Her other partner was Samuel and he was more insular; he bounced from girlfriend to girlfriend but his Thursday dates with Erin at the local cinema were the only constant in his love life. It started every evening: he’d meet her from work, go to his apartment and have sex, then dinner. Then have sex again and get changed, go to the cinema, have sex again on his double bed and he would bring her home. Occasionally, she would stay the night.

He avoided my eye contact when he brought my wife home, and he never engaged with me at all. I can’t remember more than ten words said between us, and Erin laughed when I suggested he might be a little scared Ankara Escort of me.

My sex life settled also: I had a regular lover in Bryn, an irregular lover in my wife and a once or twice monthly visit with a local naked men’s group I joined to the local “open minded male spa and sauna.”

It was a fucking shop; secluded corners and playrooms, beds and hot tubs: all full of copulating men performing unbiblical acts in public. I loved my visits; not a trip went past without my mouth sating several gentlemen and I normally got a couple back in return. It allowed me to release my sexual steam without breaking our dynamic.

Although, I still gave my wife plenty of oral; I adored the taste of her cunt on my tongue and the feeling of her orgasming pussy squeezing my fingers as I massaged her G-Spot. I loved the wetness coating my face and the gentle run of her hands through my short hair as she tried to resist another climax.

And I was promised full intercourse on my birthday and our anniversary; a fair trade for a panty-wearing cuckold.

I had a full sex life: we all did.

It felt as though nothing would change. We didn’t want it too, but events beyond our control were about to cause problems

And it probably would have been far worse, if it wasn’t for Greg. The properties being constructed at the end of our drive were nearing completion. I returned home one day to find that a number of the hedges and trees that marked the original boundary and shielded the newly-built end property from the filthy antics of my house and Bryn’s property had been removed. They had been replaced with short picket fences.

We complained to the site manager; it was a deviation from the plan, and his junior subcontractor had removed the wrong hedges. His manager returned my calls and I made a complaint to the Council. I wanted them replanted.

The building contractors eventually planted several new hedges but they were young saplings, and the end house was angled so it would have a spectacular vista over our driveway and Bryn’s gardens.

There was little more we could do, but wait and see who bought the house. Bryn explored erecting a large fence or wall, and we spoke to an uncompromising and unhelpful man from the council planning team.

Bryn and Christina valued their privacy more than anything and their lifestyle was under threat. The multi-millionaires viewed other properties in the local area and our friendly, bisexual, cuckold neighbours were seeking a house move.

Things were about to change and if it wasn’t for Greg, they would have. His estate Ankara Masaj Escort agency sold the problematic property to a young professional couple: a delightful young lady who worked in public relations and a wiry fiancé who worked in IT.

I chatted to them briefly as they moved in; helped them carry some boxes into their stylish new residence and they seemed friendly and “normal.” While I had nothing against them, I worried for the carefree nature of our existence, where the only people we had to shield from our sexual adventures was our children.

Middle-class leafy areas were stuffed with interfering curtain-twitchers and I could imagine the gossip: “they are always having men over” and “the party the other night was full of naked people in her garden.” It was something that shouldn’t have happened.

My wife wangled an invite from Laura and James to visit them after work the following Friday, and after our children were collected by my mother for a weekend with “nanna and granddad,” Erin and I crossed our drive to the new house.

James welcomed us into his home; Erin kissed him on the cheek, brushing his untidy mop of black hair as she did. We made idle chatter with the engaged couple; James showed me around his new three-bedroom house with some pride. It was smaller and more expensive than our house, but said nothing as I attempted to deduce his personality.

If I said I came up with bland that would be unfair, but achromatic and colourless would be a better description. His house lacked soul, was a square box and it fitted in with his functional, objective descriptions of his new home.

Lastly, we came to the smallest bedroom that housed a desk and two bookcases stuffed with books; it was Laura’s sanctuary. My eyes scanned the books on the shelves: some classics, some factual guides and some books on creative writing. And then some erotica. Good, well-written smut loaded with hot sex and good characterisation: Janine Ashbless, Anne Rice and Pauline Reage.

He said nothing as I clocked his fiancée’s taste in erotic fiction. “She writes too.” The philistine dismissed the books with a casual wave of his hand. I scanned further, filtering the few books in her second bookcase that weren’t erotic: there wasn’t many.

“James says you’re an author,” I blurted out the moment I was furnished with a cup of tea by our host in their new lounge. She blushed a little, hesitating as she shot her boyfriend an angry glance.

“Yes.” She coughed as she sat on her couch. “I … err … I write to save up some money. PR is good, but it doesn’t pay that Ankara Olgun Escort well.”

Erin’s attention was piqued. “Been published?”

“A few dozen times.” Laura gulped.

“Oh, what genre?” I raised an eyebrow as my mind recalled the erotic literature that she owned.

“Look, please don’t share this around but I write some … adult … material under a pseudonym. I don’t want everyone to know.”

“Sure,” my wife and I replied in unison. “What’s your pseudonym? I may have bought and read some of your work.”

“Ummm …” She took a deep breath. “Lara Lovelace. It’s really … niche.”

My wife squealed in excitement. “Female domination. Male submission. You wrote the Mistress Angel series, didn’t you?”

Laura’s uncertain demeanour changed into a beaming smile almost instantly; my wife was stroking her author’s ego. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“I loved those books. So hot. And the things Angel did to her partner.” Her eyes flitted to me. “We play … like that. So it was cool to read it too. Such creative imagination.”

“You play …”

“Yes.” Erin snapped her fingers at me, her face beaming. “Love, take down your trousers.”

I stared at the wall, pausing for a moment as I blushed. But I knew better than to disobey my wife: she rarely made commands and my fingers unfastened my belt and slid my trousers to my knees and exposing some lacy pink underwear.

My cheeks burnt, my eyes averted as Laura cooed appreciatively. “I so want to go further with him. We both do, but it’s finding the right people to experiment with and play with.”

And that was the first night of Laura and James moving into our neighbourhood; we introduced them to Bryn and Christina, and slowly the two wives took the young author under their wing.

They strengthened the communication between James and Laura. They introduced her to the art of domming and sadism. They took her out clubbing and found a regular partner for her to enjoy cuckolding her partner with and they helped her find a stronger, more authentic author’s voice for her stories.

Bryn and I introduced James to bisexuality; he was uncertain at first, but a couple of trips to the sauna loosened his doubts and once he left his shell became good company. He learnt to embrace his place in his relationship while masochistically enjoying the nastiness Laura so willingly adopted.

Her writing was originally a release of her desires and fantasies, and moving into the area gave her and her partner the opportunity and impetus to explore these unusual desires. Suddenly, her writing became her experiences and her sales rocketed.

Their house move changed everything for them, just like it did for us. Because, as they found out, when talking to estate agents there are many ways of filtering houses, but “welcoming and rampantly kinky neighbours residing next door” is not one of them; they come by extremely good fortune and Laura and James were very lucky.

The End

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Jason’s tickling weakness is discovered by chance by his best friend Emily. On a bet, he agrees to let her tie him up and tickle him. But something about her has changed–it is a side of her he’s never seen before, and there’s something simultaneously terrifying and entrancing about it. Should he really have agreed to this?

* * *

Emily and Jason had been close friends ever since they met junior year of college. They had been introduced through a mutual friend, and from the beginning, even though their personalities were quite different, something about them just seemed to click. Emily was outgoing and funny, and Jason was reserved and had a wry sense of humor, but when they spent time together, they always fell into a light, natural banter and mutually enjoyed each other’s company.

Their relationship had always been completely platonic. What’s more, Emily always had a boyfriend–she seemed to cycle through men the way some people cycle through clothing with the passing seasons–but throughout the three years they had known each other, Jason had mostly been single. He had dated several women during that time, but he and they never quite seemed to be compatible and never lasted long. To make matters worse, his girlfriends would would jealously inquire about this girl Emily that he was spending so much time with. He would always promise them that Emily and he were just friends, but each time, a slight nagging feeling would rise up in him that he did truly enjoy spending time with her more than with his girlfriend–but he always brushed the feeling away. But time after time, it would only take another month or two before they broke up.

One day, during one of those rare periods when she was between boyfriends, Emily invited Jason over to her apartment to watch a new anime show that had come out on Netflix. She made them ginger tea which they sipped together as they sat on her sofa, close but not touching, under her blanket. They were only on episode two, but the series seemed to be heating up–an errant knight in a mythical, medieval-style world had been captured by a wicked queen who believed him to be a spy from a neighboring realm, and she had him bound and tickle-tortured him, demanding information that the helpless and innocent knight was unable to give. The episode came to its climax when the knight managed to befriend a stray dog that lived near his cell and taught it to fetch him a sharp rock, which he used to free himself and run away in the middle of the night. The screen faded to credits.

“Wow,” said Emily. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen something like that in a show before.”

“Yeah,” said Jason dreamily.

“It was kind of…incredible!”

Jason didn’t answer, his eyes drifting upward aloofly, as if he were far, far away, lost in an imaginary world of his own.

Emily looked up at him, her brow furrowed, and then her energetic, inquisitive eyes flashed with imagination. She took her fingertips and clutched his side, digging in firmly and wriggling them.

His response was immediate. His arm shot down in defense and his head twisted left with an expression of horror on his face.

“What are you doing?!?!” he said, his eyes wide.

“Oh, so you’re ticklish?!” she said looking up at him, her voice steeped in performative innocence.

“No I’m not!”

“Are you sure?” A grin spread slyly across her face, and she reached down and dug her fingers firmly into his knee and lower thigh, which he reflexively jerked upward and covered with his arms.

“STOOOOOP!!!! OK, that’s it, you’re done!” he said, pushing her hand away.

She looked away, but she couldn’t hide her irrepressible, malevolent grin.

Neither Emily nor Jason mentioned tickling again until the next weekend, when she invited him to her apartment again, this time in order to cook together. Emily was teaching herself to cook Indian food, and Jason happily obliged to come help make saag with her. In the kitchen she was accurate and efficient–Jason watched her hands as she cut an onion, then chopped spinach–her fingers were strong and deft and nimble. She didn’t make one movement out of place as she laid out the ingredients and went about the prep-work, laying out the bowls and making the rice and gathering the spices. He, on the other hand, was distractible and diffuse, slow and dreamy, and it must have taken him three times as long to poorly cut up his portion of the vegetables.

It wasn’t long before the meal was done, and to Jason’s surprise, as they were enjoying it together, Emily opened a bottle of wine, which was rather unlike her–during their entire friendship, he didn’t remember a single time that she’d offered him alcohol when they were alone together.

But it was excellent, and so was the food, and it was beginning to make Emily rather gregarious–she began relating every detail of her obnoxious colleague Larry and unknowledgeable boss, and Jason was beginning to become slightly tired and bored, when his akyurt escort eyes wandered to the corner and noticed something in the cabinet he had never cared to pay attention to before: a beautiful wooden chess set that sat on the top shelf.

“Do you play?” he asked, pointing to the cabinet.

“Of course I do,” she said, a smile curling on her lips.

“How about we play and if I win,” said Jason, pausing, a bit fuzzy from the wine, “you have to shut up about Larry and work for the rest of the night.”

“Oh, a bet, how frisky,” she purred, grinning even wider. She took the board down and placed it on the table. “And how about if I win?”

“I’m not sure, did you have anything in mind?”

She put her elbows down on the board and leaned forward, looking straight at him with almost predatory delight. But then a shadow of nervousness moved across her face, and she reflexively took a large gulp of wine. “Well, I have one idea…”

Jason looked at her quizzically for a moment, then with a smile spat out, “I suppose you can choose whatever you want, since you’re not going to win anyway.”

“If I win,” she said, “I get to tie you to my bed and tickle you. For as long as I want.”

Jason’s eyes went blank, and his mouth fell cartoonishly agape. A dead silence hung in the air.

“…No, I’m sorry Jason, that was really weird. Forget I said anything. We don’t have to play for anything.” All the slyness in her voice was gone and her predatory grin had vanished.

“No, it’s ok. I did write you somewhat of a blank check,” he said lowly, his voice sobering.

“So you agree?!”

“I do,” he said. “But you know it’s not going to matter anyway–you aren’t going to win.”

It took her all of twenty minutes to resoundingly, mercilessly crush him. He had begun to play one or two games online nightly after work, as a way to relax, and in the months that he had begun playing regularly, his rating had increased from just above average to nearly the top 10 percent of all players. Something in the wine or in the course of the evening had emboldened him, and he was convinced because of this that he would very likely win, but he had no idea that Emily, though she no longer played seriously, had been one of the best junior players in the state and had never lost a tournament when she played competitively in high school. In all but twenty moves, she had cornered his king into a wall. Checkmate.

“Come on,” she said.

Her eyes flashed and her head swished as she turned and led him by the hand to the bedroom. The blood was rushed and thumped in his ears, and a growing sense of nervousness invaded his body and settled in his stomach.

As they entered the room, she turned around and stood very close to him, looking up piercingly straight into his eyes.

“You’re really okay with this, right?”

He nodded.

“I’m going to go to tickle you as hard as I want, wherever I want, for as long as I want, do you understand?”

“I understand.”

His lips tightened and twitched. He had known Emily for years, and he thought knew and trusted her. She had never uttered an angry word at him; she had always been kind and supportive and fun, even if she was bit cocky at times. But the thought that he would soon be tied up in her bed, completely at her mercy–would she then still be the same perky, friendly woman that he knew? She had grinned so maniacally, once when she had discovered his ticklishness, and again after he had agreed to her bet to tickle him, but what that grin would mean for him, he did not fully know, and this was simultaneously terrifying and electrically exiting.

She made him take everything but his boxers off, “for easy access,” then took out two pairs of cuffs secured to the bottom of the bed posts and fastened them to his wrists and ankles. She pulled on a contraption fixed to the straps so that the ropes tightened, and he was immobilized, his limbs splayed out wide, spread-eagle on the mattress. He couldn’t budge his hands or feet more than an inch from side to side. He was completely defenseless.

She also stripped to her underwear (claiming “it wouldn’t be fair otherwise”) and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him with a malevolent grin.

“Feeling a little tied up at the moment, are we?”

“I never knew you were such a freak.”

“Ha,” she half-laughed, half-scoffed. “One of my boyfriends was. I wasn’t into bondage at all before him, but once we introduced me to it, we found out I enjoyed it even more than he did.” She chuckled slightly.

As she spoke she had draped a hand lazily across his chest, over his right nipple, the pads of her fingertips perched ever so softly on the inner tendon where his armpit began.

“Poor fellow. You wouldn’t imagine what I used to do to him.”

“I would–“

She didn’t wait for him to finish his response, and with zero warning, she dug her fingertips hard into both of his armpits. He jumped, altındağ escort tried to twist in his restraints, a look of mortified confusion on his face, and a hard, uncontrollable laughter immediately came pouring out of him.

“Oh, so I was right! Someone is ticklish! And not even only a little.”

The only words he could muster were “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” between desperate laughs and strained gulps of air.

“Aww, you’re already so out of breath and desperate from a couple seconds!” she said, her lips pouted and her voice syrupy. “Just think, I could tickle you all night if I want to. Are you really going to be able to make it? No???”

She lifted a leg and straddled him just above the waist.

“How about here?” she said, thrusting her fingers into his midsection. His face contorted, his eyes clenched, his nose wrinkled, his mouth opened wide, and he laughed and laughed and laughed. How helpless he looked, all spread out for her! There was nothing he could do to stop her eager, prying fingers–he was far too well restrained. So she set to work exploring him. She pinched below his ribs, and dug her fingertips into his navel, and scratched lightly above his hips, and then moved up and tickled his nipples. No spot was missed; she worked methodically, like she were charting a map of all his weakest, most vulnerable areas, then returning and exploiting them over and over, without relief. And how sweet the sound of his laughter was! This was not some ordinary giggle; his laugh was hard and loud and involuntary, and didn’t stop until she paused her handiwork. She loved that sound–it gave her energy, the sound of his tormented desperation, the sound of him realizing he truly had nowhere to go, and that he was truly at the mercy of her devilishly persistent fingers.

When she got tired, or shifted her position, or sometimes just for the intense terror of anticipation, she would pause, or brush her fingers lightly over his skin. During these breaks the outlandish expression of laughter on his face would relax, and she would briefly see his true expression, like bits of blue sky through violent storm clouds; he was still smiling, and appeared to be having fun, but she detected that now his brow was also ever so slightly furrowed in what looked like embarrassment or almost a shadow of pain. It only flashed on his face for instants at a time, but there was something about that furrow did to her, that furrow that she knew that she had caused, and the way his chest that had become beaded with sweat heaved heavily up and down, and the way his body wriggled underneath her, trying helplessly to break free.

She was electrified, enraptured, entranced, riding high off of his desperation. She could feel within her a part of her that only wanted him to go lower and lower, to wreck him, to keep going and going even past the point where one who had good sense would stop, past his limit, past the point where it was OK. And yet there was another part of her, a voice of reason and restraint, that was disgusted and reproached her for even allowing herself to think that way, and reminded her that he was her friend, that she cared about him, that he had entrusted her with his safety for the evening, that it would be beyond wrong to hurt him, and that she would feel terrible about herself if she allowed any harm to come to him tonight.

But seeing that furrow in his brow was so intoxicating that that voice of restraint got quieter and quieter, drowned out by lustful, animal fervor, until she could barely hear it.

“NOT THEREEEE!!!” Jason’s voice was beginning to hurt from yelling so much. After thoroughly exploring his upper body and midsection, Emily had moved down to the foot of the bed and had started on his left foot. With one hand she held back his big toe, and with the other she dug deep into his arch and scribbled on ball of his foot. It was absolute, unbearable torture. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was screaming for it to stop. This must be worse than being branded with hot iron, or being punched in the gut, he thought.

Sometimes she used her nails, which she inserted and forced between his toes, biting into his skin, or on the top part of the ball of his foot just below the toe, and sometimes she all five of them at once, putting them all on his soft, warm, sensitive skin of his soles and moving the around, each one tracing an independent path, causing him to shake his limbs with unbearable sensory overload. She ran her fingers over nearly every inch of his body, searching him, playing with him. She seemed remarkably receptive to his body, never failing to notice when he twitched or squirmed or laughed even harder when she passed over an especially sensitive area. Each time she uncovered a new spot it was like she was poking holes in a great defensive wall, and as she came back over and over to these spots he felt himself breaking down, and his body betraying him, his defenses being breached; Ankara Anal Yapan Escort slowly, gradually, she was breaking inside him and conquering him.

Soon the hot flush of humiliation swelled and spread across his face. He had never felt like this in front of anyone before, this helpless and desperate and powerless. Whether he breathed, or whether he had to fight his insides for air that was being forced from his lungs by involuntary laughter, it was all under Emily’s control. Whether he was squirming and bucking, trying to get away from the torment of her fingertips, or whether he could relax, or whether she held him in agonizing anticipation, teasing and scrawling and grazing, making him guess when she would start up again, it was all under her control. She could make him feel however she wanted–his emotions and his body belonged to her now; they were hers to do with whatever she wished.

He was no longer his own. He was her object, her instrument, and she was playing him so skillfully and so deftly, that she was more of master of his body than himself. The feeling was agonizing and thrilling and terrifying all at the same time. Though he had never understood it before, there was something which awoke within him which craved this, which wanted nothing more than to be owned, controlled, no longer in possession of himself, to come deeper and deeper under her spell. It was like an addiction; it had seized his entire mind, and he felt as if he were falling, dropping lower and lower into a gaping chasm, and did not know whether she would break his fall or let him plummet and recede into the blackness below….

The smile had all but disappeared from Jason’s face, and in its place was a jittery, disjointed expression of desperation. He no longer yelled out; his voice was quieter, softer, almost a whisper, and he pleaded, “Please,” in between sputtering laughs. She watched the little muscles around his eyes and cheeks and nose contract and relax in an expression that almost resembled pain. She wasn’t tickling hard anymore; she only needed to brush lightly to make him squirm and see his face wracked with anxiety. Something was quieter, too, within her–that electric feeling of excitement, that predatory, animal lust that had driven her was receding now. She found herself focusing on the heavy swell of his breathing, his soft moans, the shakiness of his voice. She released his foot, and sat on top of him again, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes.

Her hair fell like a shroud around his face and grazed his shoulders, a column which enclosing her face with his below. Her breast welled with pride that this boy was so fully hers, that he had given himself up to her so completely. She had never let it show in front of him, and when they were together, though she usually talked more about herself, her life, and her problems, she had always admired his quiet demeanor and humility. Though she had never really thought much of him, and had never considered him anything more than a friend, now with him there, lying below her, looking up at her, so completely hers, she felt the urge to press her body against his and kiss his delicate, slender lips–but considering his restraints and the vulnerability of his situation, she thought it wouldn’t be right. Another twinge of nervousness shivered through her body, and, passing her hand through his hair one more time, she unbuckled the restraints and let him up.

She had him get dressed, and offered to make him tea and sit together for a while in the kitchen, to which he aloofly agreed. They sat a few feet apart on high stools, and Jason peered into the tea that steamed up into his face while he legs swayed gently back and forth.

“Are you OK with everything that happened?” she asked.

“I think,” he said, his voice falling, still looking down, as if the answer were somewhere to be found in the steaming, amber liquid.

She her eyes searched his face. “You can tell me if you aren’t–.”

He looked up at her with the eyes of a timid dog. He was searching her face for that thing, that wild creature that had possessed her when he was in her bed, that predatory animal that he was both entranced by and terrified of, but now it was gone. Now her expression radiated only calm and warmth and concern for him, and his shoulders relaxed a little, and he began to feel a bit calmer too.

He smiled back at her.

They sat for a while, only seldom speaking, but it had become late and Jason told her he needed to leave. She showed him out, giving him a warm but somewhat awkward hug as he left, his tall, long body seemingly mismatched with her short, tight one, her forehead pressing into his bony chest and collarbone. After she closed the door, she felt a twinge of loneliness–she wished that he had stayed and was beside her. With a half-heavy heart, she slid herself into bed and lay down on her side, and, neither fully asleep nor awake, in the bittersweet feeling between contentment and longing, she thought of Jason lying there below her, his face desperate, defenseless, hers–and with this image in her mind she lay for a long while and eventually drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.

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She tried to resist him. He was bad for her in every possible way. He was like the devil with beautiful, fathomless, icy blue eyes. He hadn’t been making any recent advances towards her, but she knew he wanted her just as much as, if not more than, she wanted him; she could tell from the way he looked at her when they were together. He was toxic, and dangerous, and she knew she shouldn’t mess with him. Yet, there was nothing else that she wanted more.

This was her last thought as she knocked on his door one night in June. It was warm, even though it was past ten o’clock, so she didn’t bother with putting anything other than a pair of shorts on with her panties and tank top. With what she was there for, she didn’t need very many clothes at all.

He answered not long after she’d knocked, not giving her enough time to change her mind, as if she really wanted to. He looked naturally, sexily casual, wearing dark blue pajama pants and nothing else. His dark hair was lightly tousled, and the confused expression on his face turned to one of realization as she fidgeted on his doorstep, trying to figure out what she wanted to say. A slow smirk turned up the corners of his mouth as he awaited her greeting.

“Hi,” she said softly. “May I come in?”

“Tell me why you’re here first. It’s not every day that a beautiful girl like you shows up at my door, scantily dressed, this late at night.”

She took a deep breath and said in a rush, “I can’t resist you anymore. I know you’re bad for me, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” He cut off whatever she was about to say next by roughly grabbing her waist, pulling her to him, and kissing her so passionately it made her knees weak. She clung to his bare arms desperately for support as her body melted into his, and she moaned against his lips as his tongue slowly slid into her mouth, deepening their kiss. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched his shoulders, slowly running her fingertips along his smooth skin and tangling them in his hair. Wordlessly Escort Esenyurt he carried her to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Only then did they break their kiss and he looked down at her with primal longing as he spoke.

“Are you really sure you want this? Now that I know how you taste, I need more.” He pulled her shorts and panties off in one quick movement. “I have wanted you for so long that I can’t stop.” He quickly slid his pants down his legs and stepped out of them, standing naked before her for a moment, his thick, hard cock looking so enticing that the last of her resolve melted away and she ached to have him inside of her. He slowly moved to kneel on the bed and moved between her legs, keeping his eyes on hers.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Her soft affirmation was all he needed, and he gripped her hips tightly enough that they would probably be bruised, holding her still as he thrust into her. She cried out and locked her eyes onto his, reaching up to grab either side of his face so she could kiss him. He gave her a minute to adjust to his size before pulling out and thrusting into her again, and again, going slowly at first, then he slowly started gaining speed. She encouraged him with her moans of pleasure and the movements of her hips, and he only went faster, looking into her eyes with a look of primal desire that stirred a fire within her in a place she hadn’t known existed before that very moment.

She found her release shortly after, screaming out his name as her body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm. He groaned as her walls clenched around his cock, and he continued thrusting into her with an intensity that he didn’t know he had in him. She fell apart around him again and again, the feeling so incredible that she never wanted it to stop. She was totally lost in the moment and the copious amounts of pleasure he was giving her. When he finally couldn’t hold his own orgasm back anymore, they fell apart together, and it was the most intense orgasm either of them had Escort Avcılar ever had.

She didn’t realize that she had passed out, but she woke up to him gently kissing and licking his way down her body. She moaned as she ran her slender fingers through his hair. “Mmm, well this is a nice way to wake up. How long was I out?”

“Less than ten minutes,” he murmured against her skin. She knew where he was going with his talented mouth, and she didn’t even come close to wanting to stop him. She relaxed and spread her legs, and she felt his smile against her inner thigh as he slowly inched closer to her most sensitive parts. He didn’t even pause to look up at her before he started doing things to her with his mouth that she would have been embarrassed to ask anyone else to do. She gripped his head tightly, silently urging him to keep going. His talented mouth and fingers worked her into a frenzy, and it wasn’t long before she screamed out her orgasm again. Wave after wave hit her, and still he didn’t stop. Her moans and screams got louder and her orgasms became more intense with each moment that passed, with each flicker of his tongue, with each push of his fingers.

She willed herself to stay conscious, and he kept going, his face buried between her legs as her thighs clamped down around his head. She begged him not to stop between screams of ecstasy, and his only response was to suck her clit into his mouth and hum around it as he plunged three of his fingers into her. Her next orgasm was more intense than her last one had been, and it caused her to lose consciousness after letting out one last scream.

This time, she awoke to him lying next to her propped up on his elbow and smiling down at her. “Am I so bad that I put you to sleep?” He was still smiling, so she knew he wasn’t serious.

“No, my God, that was incredible, and the best I’ve ever had. I didn’t want it to end,” she confessed. “I still don’t want it to end.”

“It doesn’t have to.” He grinned devilishly and captured Escort Beylikdüzü her mouth with his. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured against her lips. He rolled onto his back and she followed him, settling down with her thighs on either side of his hips. She moaned softly as she felt his thick, hard cock gently probing the entrance to her pussy, and she broke their kiss so she could look into his eyes.

“Okay,” she breathed as she lifted her hips, poised to impale herself on his cock. Before she could make another move, however, he thrust up into her with a low growl, and she threw her head back and moaned. He quickly built up a fast, intense rhythm as he massaged her breasts and flicked her nipples with his thumbs. How had he known she liked her breasts being played with? She had to remember to ask him later. For now, she was too absorbed in the way his cock felt as he thrust up into her again and again, the way his skin felt against hers, the groans and moans that rose from deep in his throat as he held on to her hips.

If she chose to be with him, she could have this every day and night, whenever she wanted. The mere thought of it sent her tumbling over the edge again, and she dug her nails into his shoulders as she screamed out his name. He grunted and sped up his thrusts, moving with almost inhuman speed as he fucked her through each orgasm until she couldn’t tell when one ended and the next one began. It felt like hours of constant orgasms before he thrust hard once, then twice, and came inside her with a growl. She moaned out her last orgasm weakly before collapsing on top of him, nestling her head in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered. “I knew that I wasn’t good enough for you, though.” He sighed and closed his eyes, and she lifted her head enough to press her forehead against his, waiting quietly until he looked at her. “I decide what is and isn’t good enough for me, you know.” She grinned and brushed her lips against his. “I’m happy with my decision.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” His eyes lit up and he smiled in a way that made her heart melt.

“Yes. I want to be with you. I need you, and I can handle everything that comes with it.”

“Ditto, baby,” he murmured as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Soon, they were lost in each other again.

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Suddenly Zoe stopped walking, and turned to face him. Cupping his face in her hands she tipped her head up and kissed him hard on the mouth. And when she finally pulled away to break the kiss, looking up into his eyes she said, “I’m sorry I doubted you, Tate. I know you’re a good guy, and you’ve proven it. I guess I was just blindsided when I saw her go after you like that.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, so he could hold her gaze as he apologized. “And I’m sorry you had to see that. Believe me, if I had any idea she was planning something like that, I never would have agreed to meet her, never mind bringing you along.”

She smiled. “Well, I guess that answers that question.”

“What question?” he asked, looking confused.

“I was wondering if you’d have taken her up on her offer and agreed to spend the afternoon with her if I wasn’t with you.”

Looking shocked, he shook his head, and said, “No way. Odd, but when I saw her again I realized that I don’t feel a thing for her anymore. And suddenly I was kind of glad she’d left me for my friend.” He held his hand to her cheek, holding her gaze. “And how could I ever feel anything for her, when I’m with you?”

If he was going to be honest, he really wasn’t all that broken up when she’d left him for his friend Curtis. He’d probably felt more of a sense of relief, glad that she’d be his problem now. Lord knew that was no lie. Beth was so high maintenance he hadn’t had the energy or the desire to keep up with her and all her demands, especially near the end. Everything they did, even down to where they ate, all had to be just so, nothing like Zoe, who was so easy to be with. So when Beth had latched onto Curtis who’d just been promoted and dumped him, he’d basically thought he’d gotten off lucky by not having to be the one to end it.

Zoe sighed. “Well, that does make me feel better. But now I feel sorry for your friend, if she’d do something like that behind his back, asking you to hook up with her again.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” he agreed. As they started to walk again, he laced his fingers through hers. “Okay, enough about them. Why don’t we go exploring?”

Zoe leaned close and whispered into his ear, “Just remember, I’d still like to explore those handcuffs and that blindfold later on tonight, too.”

Groaning, he shook his head. “You know I was kind of hoping you’d forgotten about that stuff.” Yep, she had a pretty healthy sense of adventure all right.

She flashed him a grin. “Are you kidding? When I woke up this morning that’s all I could think of. You’re just lucky I didn’t go with my first inclination and cuff you to the bed while you were sleeping. And believe me I was getting pretty wet just thinking about it, imagining how hot it would be to have you at my mercy while I gave you that blow job I’d promised you, and then rode you while you were cuffed.”

Tate had to clear his throat before he could speak again, with how uncomfortably his dick was already pressing against his fly, now that she’d put that image in his head. “Well, maybe we should try and get back a little early then.”

“To try out the cuffs?” she asked, grinning up at him.

“And of course check on Pussy, too,” he managed to say straight faced.

“Well, once I release you from the cuffs, I promise you can feel free to check on Pussy all you like.”

Rolling his eyes, he needed to adjust himself in his slacks they were getting so damn tight, just imaging how crazy it would be start messing with restraints. “Zoe, if you could just let me get to the apartment before you start driving me crazy, then I’d still be able to walk.”

She was wearing a naughty grin as she pulled him to a stop again, took his face in her hands and sank her tongue into his gaping mouth, hungrily mating with his tongue under a leafy maple tree, right out on the sidewalk where anyone could see them. And when she finally lifted her head, she was wearing a positively devilish smirk, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to remind him that at least for now, that he was all hers.

Achingly aroused, Tate sagged against her, breathing hard. “You sure you want to see Chinatown today? I mean we could skip it, go back to the apartment, order in a little Chinese, and then break out the cuffs. What do you think?”

Knowing just what she’d done to him, Zoe laughed. “No, I want to explore the city a bit before I take you back to try and discover what you’ll be like when I’ve got you under lock and key with that big dick of yours in my mouth.”

Zoe tried hard not to laugh as Tate stumbled, barely able to put one foot in front of the other as the image she’d provided flashed in his head. Grabbing hold of the closest sign post to steady himself, he groaned so loudly an older woman stopped to give him a curious look, asking, “You okay there, sonny?”

He shot Zoe a look as he shook head, and said, “Not sure, maybe better check back on me later.”

The woman wandered Esenyurt Escort off looking totally bemused as full blown laughter bubbled out of Zoe. Finally, she extended her hand and said, “Come on, Professor, I promise I won’t bite.” But her brow rose as she teased, “At least until later.”

Tate heaved a sigh as he accepted her hand, feeling more helpless than he’d ever felt in his life. God, he really had unleashed a monster, an extremely sexy, tempting monster, but a monster none the less. “Just promise to be gentle with me,” he asked, giving her a tentative smile. And the scary thing was, he wasn’t entirely joking.

Zoe grinned and said, “We’ll see,” deciding she was having the best time ever, keeping him off kilter. Feeling braver and bolder than she’d ever felt, she knew that coming out of her shell with him had done it for her, emboldening her to not only try new things, but also to have the confidence to take what she wanted. Which got her wondering if her new and improved self would even be able to exist back in sleepy little Martindale, or if she’d be content to go back to her quiet little life after experiencing how exhilarating life could be with someone as exciting as Tate.

After watching her silently walking beside him for a few minutes as they walked toward Chinatown, Tate remarked, “You’re quiet,” giving her hand a squeeze and tugging her a little closer.

Zoe nodded thoughtfully and told him, “Just thinking.”

He eyed her across the sidewalk. “Care to share?”

She shrugged. “I was just wondering what good all this new stuff I’ve learned with you is going to do for me, when I can’t think of a single person back at home that I’d want to share it with.”

Ugh, what a thought, Zoe digging into her newfound bag of tricks to use on some other guy. “So, is that how you picture things going for you, marrying someone from your hometown one day and settling down?”

She nodded, and told him, “Most likely. But what other choice do I have? It’s not like the perfect man’s going to come riding in one day on a white horse to spirit me away to a life full of adventure.”

Chucking, he said, “A guy on a white horse, really? Is that the only way you can imagine getting free from your life there?”

She managed to laugh at how silly it sounded. “Yeah, I know it’s just a fantasy. But you know what I mean. Bottom line is, no one’s ever going to come and rescue me and change my life.”

They had to stop and step aside just then to allow a young mother with a wide twin stroller to pass, flashing them an appreciative smile as she pushed past. Tate’s hand slid along Zoe’s waist as he eyed her. “You ever really given any serious thought to living someplace else, Zoe?”

She heaved a frustrated sigh. “We’ve been over this, and I have. But I have no idea where I’d go. And I don’t know how I’d handle it on my own if I left. At least at home, such as it is, I have my family. And I also know they’d never want me to leave, especially to go live on my own.”

Sure that his chance of staying stateside and getting an interview at NYU had pretty well crashed and burned with that little fiasco with his vindictive ex Beth back there, Tate knew he didn’t really have much choice but to accept the offer he’d been considering. And it was a good offer, too. And would at least give him a chance to start over somewhere completely new, let the air clear, and hopefully allow the controversy he’d left behind at his last post die down. But even with her sense of adventure, he couldn’t imagine her agreeing to move away with him. Still… he did have a few days left to try and convince her.

Tate happened to glance down at her feet then, and realized just how self-absorbed he’d been. “Sorry, Zoe, I just noticed you’re walking in heels, and that’s got to be hard on your feet. And we’ve still got about a half mile to go. Are you going to be okay, or do think we should call a cab?”

He was just so thoughtful. Unable to resist, Zoe took him by the chin and touched her lips to his. “You’re sweet. But they’re surprisingly comfortable. Thanks for asking, though.”

Smiling, he tugged at her hand, starting off again. “I can’t really claim to be all that thoughtful, not when I’m only thinking how hard it would be to carry that sweet ass of yours the rest of the way to Chinatown if I had to.” Laughing, he jumped when he felt her hand take a playful swipe at his backside. Still, he narrowed his eyes on her, warning her, “Careful there, sweet cheeks, because you know I’d be happy to mark that luscious ass of yours, too.”

Grinning, Zoe bit into her lip remembering when he’d given her a swat and told her to grab the head board that first time when they’d had rougher sex. And how unbelievably hot she’d found it when he’d basically ordered her to obey him. She leaned close and whispered, “Just as long as it’s not too hard.”

Chuckling, he knew he was getting hard just thinking about Beylikdüzü Escort getting her back in bed again, never mind sinking his teeth into that perfect round ass of hers. Brushing his lips to her ear, he warned her, “You keep this up and you can bet it’ll be hard, really hard.”

Leaving behind the leafy residential neighborhood they’d passed through on their walk, Tate watched fascinated as her face lit up the moment they approached the colorful signs, appetizing smells filling the air, and the cacophony of sounds that was Chinatown.

Wide eyed, Zoe seemed to be taking in every last detail, nearly childlike in her exuberance, her openly curious gaze had him realizing once again just how sheltered her life had been.

Of course there was a certain degree of comfort and safety in living in a small town, but usually never much to broaden a person’s horizons. And she was living breathing proof of that, with how eager she was to experience anything new and exciting she could. Like all the things she’d shared with him in bed. Things he felt sure he’d never be able to forget.

Bringing him back to where he was, Zoe tugged his hand, insisting they stop to take a look at nearly every shop and stall they passed, finally pulling him into one selling kitschy souvenirs and Chinese handicrafts. “Ooh, I have to look in here, Tate,” she told him, “it just looks so fascinating.”

Didn’t they all? Surprised at how much he was enjoying sharing this little escapade with her. Her delight at exploring a place as eclectic as this was pretty infectious, and knew there wasn’t anywhere else he’d rather be, than with her. And he kept his hand firmly attached to hers as she eagerly studied all the intriguing sights and sounds that surrounded them.

Finally Zoe did drop his hand to pick out a pair of men’s underwear. Black with a bright pink Confucius smiling from the groin area, it read: ‘Rub for Luck.’ “What do you think? Should I get these for you, maybe for your next birthday?” Her eyes were bright with supressed laughter. Grinning at her, Tate just shook his head.

Looking back at her checking the various bins, he noticed she’d tucked something under her arm, that she obviously didn’t want him to see. And after checking out the colorful teacups, a few minutes later she came to the cash and pointed at the door and said to him, “I need you to go outside while I pay for these.”

But he didn’t leave, just smiled and said, “I can see you’ve got something there you’re trying to hide. And I just hope it’s not those, Rub for Luck drawers, because you know I’ll never wear them.”

She shook her head, grinning. “No, but I’ve got a pretty strong feeling you will like what I got.”

He took a step closer while the cashier served another customer and said into her ear, “And just when will I get to see this little purchase?”

Her smile coy, she looked up into his eyes. “Could be your lucky night, Professor, who knows?”

As far as he was concerned, every night had been his lucky night — at least since he’d met her — but the way she was grinning had him thinking that he was especially going to like whatever she had in mind for tonight. Pressing his lips to her cheek, he said, “I’ll be outside, you little tease.”

After sharing a cloyingly sweet glass of bubble tea, that had them both shuddering and making funny faces at each other, before trying a few sweetly perfumed lychees, they decided it was time to look for something more substantial for dinner. Tate noticed a bustling Szechwan restaurant and asked her, “Can you take a little heat?”

Zoe grinned. “Well, I know I’ve been enjoying a lot of heat with you lately.”

Unable to resist Tate cupped her chin, pressed his lips to hers, and murmured over her lips, “I meant spicy to eat, you naughty girl.”

Playfully wiggling her eyebrows, her gaze dropped to his fly and he shook his head and laughed as he took her hand and tugged her inside the garishly adorned, very touristy red and gold dragon themed restaurant. “Later, my insatiable little minx,” he murmured into her ear as he led her to the table the hostess indicated.

Her eyes big and round, looking awestruck, she stared up at the gold embossed ceiling and threatening looking dragons adorning every pillar circling the room, certain she’d never seen quite anything like it. And just like Dorothy it the Wizard of Oz, she knew sure she wasn’t in Martindale anymore.

Just as they sat down, Zoe’s cell phone went off in her purse. And she remembered it ringing when she’d been running from Tate, but she’d been so upset then, she’d ignored it. Reaching into her bag, she wrinkled her nose, when she saw it was her mother. And she wondered if she really felt like talking to her, fairly certain whatever her mother had to say might just ruin her meal. Dropping her phone back in her bag, Zoe decided she could always call her back later, pretty sure she was probably just Avcılar Escort checking up on her. And knowing how she loved to worry, and often lecture, she didn’t feel like spoiling her dinner by listening to her over-protective mother giving her an earful.

Their waitress returned, setting down a small bowl of warm peanuts, along with the menus. Tate picked up his chop-sticks and reached for a single peanut, intending to feed it to Zoe. But then she surprised him when she managed to pick it up her own, and expertly pop it into her mouth using the chopsticks with impressive dexterity. “Huh, you’re pretty good with those, aren’t you?” he remarked, helping himself to one, too. And he remembered it had occurred to him when they’d had sushi, that she had no trouble eating with them then.

Nodding, she explained, “I bought some a long time ago. And I’ve been practicing, hoping that one day I’d find myself somewhere where I’d have to use them. I had been thinking more along the lines of Asia, but this is still fun.”

He smiled, brushing a few loose hairs from her face, wanting more than anything to be the person she travelled and explored with, sure after spending the day with her, that they’d enjoy themselves together no matter where they wound up. “I’ve got a feeling you will to get to Asia one day, Zoe.” At least if he had any say in it.

Once their food came, watching her dig in and enjoy it, he realized it was something she really liked to do, savoring everything she ate. It occurred to him then that everything she did, she did with gusto, and he thought it was a pretty good way to live, something he’d like to do more of himself — and was just beginning to do with her.

“Mmm,” she moaned with a delighted little shiver. “Everything is just so good. I’ve had chicken balls and things like that before, but nothing as tasty as this.”

“Glad you’re enjoying it,” he said with a smile. And knew he was enjoying his meal even more, simply by being with her, and was beginning to realize there wasn’t anything he didn’t enjoy with her. And knew for a fact, that what they had together was turning out to be about way more than just sex.

Later, they decided to take a taxi home. And carting the little bag of leftovers up the four floors to the apartment, Tate noticed that Zoe still seemed pretty energetic despite their day exploring.

Then wearing a little grin, she turned to face him at the apartment door as he dug his keys from his pocket, telling him, “So, you have a choice. I cuff you, or you can cuff me.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. “And either way, I get to decide what we will or won’t be wearing.”

He chuckled watching her eyes dance with mischief. So, apparently she hadn’t forgotten about the cuffs and blindfold, and he wasn’t sure if he should be happy about it or terrified. “Okay. How about we start by cuffing you, and if that works out, I’ll let you restrain me for the next round,” he suggested, pulling her in for a warm lingering kiss once he’d unlocked the door.

Her arms tight around his neck, rubbing her nose against his, she said, “Sure, I’ll just go change, then.”

And after heaving a sigh, Tate went to see about the other Pussy, who surprised him by actually coming out to rub herself on his legs as he set down her food and gave her a little pat on the head. After he was done with the cat, he made his way into the bedroom. Stopping dead in his tracks in the doorway, eyes flaring, he murmured, “Damn, Zoe, you trying to kill me in that getup?”

Flat on her back in the middle of the bed, long shimmery hair loose around her shoulders, clad in what had to be the sexiest, tiniest scraps of lace he’d ever seen, utterly mesmerized, all he could do was stare. Staring wide-eyed at her full breasts invitingly displayed in a tiny cut out bra, exposing her very erect nipples, and a matching pair of crotchless panties that left absolutely nothing to his lust- filled imagination, he was already hard. And those insanely sexy heels that had gotten him so hard the first night they went out, were tempting him all over again.

Desperate to get at her, lost in a sexual haze, Tate had no recollection of stripping his clothes off before joining her on the bed. Running his hands up along her slender waist, straddling her hips, he bent to take her mouth, nearly devouring her in a ravenous kiss.

Zoe groaned. Seeing Tate so turned-on had her feeling not only powerful, but insanely hot and more acutely aroused than she’d ever felt. Quivering with anticipation, she wanted desperately for him to truss her up and take her.

The tantalizing peeks of her taut nipples tempting him through the cutaway bra, had Tate dropping his head to sample first one erect peak before sucking the other between his lips, moaning at the taste of her. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?” he asked, gazing up at her lust-filled eyes.

Grinning, she cast her gaze down to his erection, straining hard between them, the swollen crown already glistening with pre-come. “Oh, I’ve got a pretty good idea.” She whispered breathlessly, “And you talking dirty, makes me even hotter.”

Tate looked down at himself and shook his head. “You know I’ve never been this turned-on in my life, before you.”

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While tuning the radio, she found a song that seemed perfect for the moment. It was a sad ballad. Her eyes filled with tears as she pulled out of the driveway to go to the shop for another days work while he worked at home in his office on the computer. Sara hated leaving her husband. She loved him to death, but she just hated leaving him. Austin was always sad to see her go, but he couldn’t wait until she got back. At the shop Sara was lonely because nobody had come in the entire day, so she decided to go home. As each second passed, she was closer and closer to getting home to her husband whom she longed to hold, to feel, and to taste.

When she arrived home, she walked up the path to the house. When she walked in the door she found him still in his office but asleep with his head over to one side on his arm, and the computer still on. She slowly bent down and started kissing his neck, starting low near his shirt collar and advancing upward to where she wanted to go most… his mouth. Austin began to stir. He began to awaken slowly and he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or if this was real, but one thing he knew for real was the reaction he could feel that he was having. He was getting harder and harder. Before his head was up, his cock was fully erect and Sara was still moving up toward his Avcılar Escort neck. She was fixing to kiss him on the lips when she suddenly pulled out his chair and threw her leg over him, straddling him before he knew what had happened or before he was awake. She was glad to be back home with him and she was wanting to make up for not seeing him this morning. Pulling herself closer to him, grinding into his hips, she felt his erection.

With a slight smile on her face, she leaned over, and at that moment she pulled his head back and kissed him roughly. She ran her hand up and down his body before reaching below and unzipping his pants. Her hand eagerly went in and pulled out his cock. By now, he was fully awake. He groaned as she knelt down and began to slowly suck his throbbing, aching penis. While slowly moving up and down the shaft of his cock, she licked the tip and playfully teased under the swollen head… just how she knew he liked it. She then returned up to his lap while removing her shirt and bra, revealing her beautiful smooth breasts and supple rose colored nipples.

Cupping her right breast, she placed the juicy nipple in his mouth coaxing him to suck. Closing her eyes, she felt sensations go from her nipple straight to her head, down Beylikdüzü Escort through her legs, and ending up at her wet heated mound before she reluctantly pulled her nipple out of his mouth (she loved to tease). She then stood up in front of him and slowly started to remove each piece of clothing, knowing that Austin was sitting watching her. He made no secret of how he was feeling as she could hear him moaning aloud. Sara was standing there in front of him now, completely naked, and savoring the naughty feeling of making him wait to touch her. She wanted to make him wait to be inside her…just long enough to make him feel like he would explode. Sara made him wait, for that intense moment, to fuck her and then she decided that he had waited long enough.

She turned around, bent forward, and leaned into the table’s edge and was beginning to lower herself onto his cock. But little did she know, Austin had other ideas… it was pay-back time! With one swift motion, he pinned her hands behind her back, and pulled her down onto his lap making sure that his cock slid up her back, away from her warm, aching pussy. He pulled her hair back from one side of her neck and started kissing, moving up and down very slowly just as she liked. He then moved Esenyurt Escort to her ear lobe and repeated.. kissing, licking, biting, and sucking her ear and any other place he deemed worthy. Suddenly, she started to moan, and then she realized exactly what he was doing. Helpless, she lowered her head back onto him allowing him to tease her… she was ready.

He could feel her catch her breath and freeze in suspense. Then slowly, almost like they were reading each others minds, both of them began to move together in rhythm. They moved slow at first, then he paused, took a deep breath, and thrust in as far as he could. Sara yelled in pleasurable pain. Austin exclaimed, “oh yes Sara,” as he began picking up the pace. He proceeded fucking her harder and faster, over and over to Sara’s commands of “pound me, pound me as hard as you can baby.” This gave him the invitation to take control, thus making him go harder and faster, raging deeper and deeper inside her. Then, Austin reached for Sara’s long hair and pulled on it – this ultimately pushed them both over the edge. In unison they cried ‘I’m Cumming!!!! I’m Cumming!!!’

It was at that point he could feel his cock shoot everything he had deep inside her, and with each thrust her lips tightened. She pushed down, closed her eyes, and with a piercing cry…came as hard as she could with his cock still inside her. Sweat drenched both of them. Tired and out of breath, Sara leaned back into him, wrapped Austin’s arms around her and they both just held each other waiting, relaxing, catching their breaths. Austin smiled at Sara and said, “I love it when you come home early.”

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“HEY DERRICK!!” I was half a block away before Holly caught up to me huffing and panting. I waiting for her to catch her breath.

“What do you want now?”

“I didn’t say thank you, did I?” She’d removed the bandana, wiping her brow with it as I folded my arms across my chest.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Okay, let’s go to that motel across the street.” Holly softly took my hand tugging on it a bit until our torsos were pressed together. Her immense cleavage surged like baking bread under my nose.

“Why?”

“I guess negging does work on me, after all.” She smiled looking much like some cherubic kid with that bushy shock of sand colored hair. It reminded me of a lion’s mane.

We crossed the street to the motel walking hand in hand.

UNDERCOVER FREAK: SIZE QUEEN EPILOGUE

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Holly’s hand was pillow soft and plump as she walked beside me along the crosswalk to the opposite side of the street. Her work uniform, the nurse’s smock fit loose on her body the weighty jiggle of her bust was telling. She was tall, almost my height with an air of unpredictability about her. Without the bandana her bushy, sand colored mane was out in the open sporting Ghana styled braids in the front while the rest was a bushy mane that gave her cherubic features a regal air. Holly wasn’t wearing makeup but was still quite fetching with a bit of eyeshadow to bring her eyes out.

“Black and Mexican; that’s the question on the end of your tongue, right?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t gonna ask Holly.”

“But then, it would’ve been on your mind and I can’t have that taking away from my girls here.” Holly gave the underside of her bust a playful bounce. I could tell how big and massive they were as she glanced down taking liberties. I winced as she gave my shaft a pinch, laughing.

“You got jokes, baby.”

“You didn’t like it Derrick?” She was smiling, but the underlying aggressiveness was omnipresent on her person.

“Do it again.” I punctuated my statement by reaching back cupping her butt with a hearty squeeze.

Holly chortled like some schoolyard girl slapping my hand away as she arched in the opposite direction. I tugged her into my side letting my hand drop down covering her ass with a circular massaging motion.

“I got enough back there, but not as much upfront.” Holly admitted of her figure.

She didn’t move my hand this time as we entered the parking lot of this shady looking motel that looked like it hadn’t been remodeled since the 60’s, design wise. The place had definitely seen better days and the drive-in style sign had a couple of flickering lights. The motel clerk’s office was well lit by contrast with the registration desk surrounded by double layered Plexiglass. I filled out the index card as Holly leaned on my back watching. I was surprised when Holly dug a wallet out of her pocket fishing out some bills to pay for the room.

“What?”

“You carry a wallet?”

“Yeah, I can carry a wallet; there’s no law says a woman can’t carry a billfold. Besides, I usually keep it in the vault.” Holly leaned into my side letting her side boob rest against the counter.

“Vault?”

Holly tugged at the bottom of her nurse’s smock allowing her barely hidden cleavage to bubble to the top through the short V-neck. It was a sight to behold rising out of the opening in dramatic fashion. Holly tucked the wallet into her cavernous cleavage making it disappear from sight completely.

“Goddamn girl, you need to be on America Got Talent with that shit.”

Both of us snickered like dumb teenagers. She pressed her face into my shoulder motioning towards the bullet proof glass, chortling. This skinny Asian kid with some thick, coke bottle glasses was eyeballing both of us with a wide, impish grin.

“WELCOME TO HOTEL CAPRI!!” Both of us broke up when he saluted us.

Off in the distance one of the parking lot level rooms was buzzing. I opened the door, but Holly decided to press into the counter smiling gregariously at the clerk.

“Hey, if I show you these; can I get a discount huh?”

“Ah, cut that shit out; stop messing with him.” The clerk was shaking his head profusely fingers interlocked in a fist before his bird chest. Holly glanced back at me with a look of criminal mischief before calling my bluff.

Her back was to me cheating me out of the big reveal as this mixed beauty yanked up her smock in “Ripping the Band Aid off “fashion unleashing her twin monsters on the addled teen. Even from my vantage point, you could see her boulders spill from her brassiere with the force of a lead weight. There was an audible thud when they hit the wooden counter.

“O jenjang! mwoya! sesang-e!!” To say the clerk lost his shit, would be an understatement as he opened the register refunding Holly’s money.

“Come on here, girl!” I snatched her away from the counter, half pulling Holly outside the glass enclosed office.

The kid scrambled behind the counter coming up with Escort Beylikdüzü his phone, but we were halfway to the buzzing motel door. Holly was socially flexing slamming her palms into the door making it swing wildly open.

“OH, WHAT’RE YOU DOING, DERRICK?!!” My hand came swing right up between her legs, middle fingers on her slit as I pushed her inside our valued room number one.

“Just helping you inside, baby.” I pressed into her slamming the door behind us. The clerk was on his phone talking excitedly as I lost sight of him.

The moment that door shut Holly’s hands wrapped around my abdomen from behind rubbing my abdomen and roughly squeezing and kneading my crotch. This girl was ready for action even groping and cupping my balls. She unbuckled and unzipped me in seconds, already past the elastic band of my boxers pinching it outward to release my throbbing erection. Holly encircled the shaft at the base using her other hand in a stroking motion away from our bodies. Honestly, it was kind of like being mauled by a bear. Her breasts were mashed against my back like two enormous, water balloons.

“Damn!!” I gasped, caught off guard by her energy. It seemed like she’d built up a head of steam as I was registering for the room and now, she was about to burst.

Her weight was considerable and compromising as she leaned in hard leaving me to support myself with both palms against the other side of our motel room door. One of her soft hands drifted up my abdomen to my chest, pinching and rolling my right nipple. This sent a torrent of auxiliary blood to my fattening cock at light speed. It hurt a little becoming steel hard in the pillow soft palm of her right hand. Holly knew how to touch a man, letting the underside of my shaft rest in her grasp, softly stroking it and running a finger over the crown ever so often.

“Are you gonna cum, or can you last a few minutes?” Holly asked, her breath hot at the base of my skull. I took umbrage that she thought I was a five minute guy.

“Oh, you think you got it like that?”

“Stop fronting, I know I got you right now Derrick; I just want you to get the first one out of the way so we can do some fucking.” There was something in the authoritative sound of her voice that triggered me, but I couldn’t put my hand on it right away.

“Oh, we gonna do some fucking; you can bet your ass on that, Holly!”

“JUST WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR!” She quickly released me taking a step backward allowing me to face her but flattened her palm against my sternum.

My back bumped the door as I found her without her scrub bottoms. Holly managed to lose her pants while she was feeling me up leaving only her ankle socks and white sneakers. She was standing there with her smock gathered up revealing her lower half which was rather thick supported by shapely legs. I found myself staring at a slightly sloping tummy over some very small black colored bikini panties.

“Cute.” I motioned towards her shoes with a smirk. She took it in stride pressing two condoms into my open palm, obviously from her wallet. She had to have removed them from the billfold while I was checking into the motel.

“You can take them off for me, Derrick.” Holly turned her back kneeling on the edge of the bed presenting a very meaty looking butt.

Those bikini panties turned out to be a thong that made her honey dipped skin stand out even more. I took note of the hunched over posture Holly assumed on the bed which was essentially a kneeling fetal position that made her butt pop out that much further.

I wasn’t going to wait quickly sliding both of the condoms onto my straining pecker before digging my fingers into those squarish hips driving myself home. She was already beyond wet as my cock slid in and downward at angle ending with an audible smack as my pelvis hit her solid backside. Her inner grooves, that velvety tunnel was decidedly narrow and a tight fit. Holly let out a distressed sounding moan followed by some whimpers that gave me the impression that she was trying to control her reactions. Her body tensed up presenting this sort of inert, stationary target. It was like fucking a boulder.

My pants were bunched up around my ankles, but I managed to spread my legs a bit more giving it to her as best I could. There was a lattice of barely visible stretch marks at the junctions where her hips met her pelvis and a bit of chub rub between the thick, yet substantially shallowness of her cheeks. I could tell that she’d experimented by looking at her backdoor but didn’t think it wise to stimulate it without asking first.

Her gasps were synchronized in time with each of my thrusts. She felt good with an exquisite pressure on two thirds of my girth. The pleasure was found on the inward stroke because her body would instinctively tighten around me. Her posture remained the same and that was off putting, causing me to slow down a bit.

“Did you cum; you blow your load, already?” Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan Holly asked rather plainly.

“No, I need you to do something for me, though.”

“You’re not putting it in my ass, fool!!” She moved a bit turning her head on the bed giving me a view of her profile. That nurse’s smock was bunched up around her torso hiding her bust in concert with her stiff posture.

“Shut up; I want to see your body, Holly. I want to fuck you real good, but it just feels pedestrian right now and I know you’re capable of so much more.” There was something restrained about her after we just got started. I could feel this sort of barrier around her person, invisible but wholly tangible.

“You throwing shade at my pussy, huh?” Her tone was sharp, antagonistic.

I recognized the innate harness and crude, misplaced bravado. My first girlfriend had taught me a thing or two about rueful petulance, so this was nothing new. I knew what to do; how to respond to this unspoken challenge.

Holly cried out several times, whimpering and gasping when I started swinging my hips wildly into her ponderous buttocks. My fingers found a bit of spongy flesh in her slightly frayed saddlebags giving me leverage to go harder than before. In moments she was back to controlling her aural responses, now grunting with each powerful thrust. That exquisite tightness sent waves of pleasure up my spine, making my inner thighs pulse.

I didn’t care because I wasn’t fucking Holly for pleasure. I was self-medicating with her body in order to put some sexual distance between myself and Jenny Delacruz. I didn’t care that both of us were partially dressed or that Holly Santos was an insufferable bitch who didn’t have an ounce of compromise in her Rubenesque body. I recognized the biting sarcasm and fake bravado for what it truly was…pain.

“OH, OH SHIT YOU’RE REALLY HARD!!” It sounded like she was struggling with even that meager admission through gritted teeth.

It was begrudged, but an earned acknowledgment that I was keen to expand upon. I pushed harder trying to trigger a selfish orgasm for myself, not caring if she got hers because she was being selfish in her own respect. We agreed to share our bodies and nothing else.

“FAAAWKK MAN, YOUR DICK IS-FUH!! AWWWWNNN!!” My shaft was coated in her essence, a milky sheath of froth lubricating the condoms I was wearing. Her cunt was throbbing, the grooves of her inner walls massaging and churning up my spunk. Holly felt good to the touch, real good.

“YEEEAAHHH, FUH, FUH, FUUUKKK DERRICK!!” I doubt she even realized that I’d broken down one of her walls of resistance with the candid admissions of what she was feeling. The bubbling wetness was now yielding audible evidence of her wetness in a series of vulgar queefs as Holly reached back pulling her thong to the side.

Her legs were shaking, going rubbery from the constant stabbing motion into her velvety pink. Just the slight bit of movement, that adjustment and unspoken accommodation spoke volumes. Holly reached between her legs frantically rubbing her clit, eventually slapping it. She caught me off guard with a sudden dip in her lower back rearing up on all fours, tilting her head backward mouth agape. I was sexually indifferent isolating my gaze solely to her muscular derriere clapping back into my crotch.

“SHIT, SHIT, I’M FEELING IT DERRICK!! FUCKMAN, FUCK IT HARDER!! GET THAT PUSSY!!” My nails dug greedily into her hips, hooked fingers locking into honey soaked flesh.

I started rearing back enough to let half of my shaft outside on the outward strokes, slamming hard inside. Holly’s nurse’s smock drifted off one shoulder exposing a brassiere strap which dug oppressively into her shoulder. It sunk into the softness of that shoulder straining to continue its designed purpose. It was a dingy cream color which aroused my curiosity further. Holly shifted, spreading her legs further to allow me a bit more access. She was unconsciously popping her hips back into me, caught up in the pending rapture.

“IT’S ALMOST HERE, IT’S CUMMING, YOU’RE FUCKING ME SO HARD!! KEEP DOING THAT SHIT, KEEP FUCKING DOING IT, MAN!!”

The tone of her voice, the minute intricacies were intimately known to me now, and I surged forward allowing my balls to slap against the underside of her butt. Every thrust resulted in complete penetration, stuffing her as full as I was able. Holly suddenly resumed her Rock of Gibraltar posture becoming a tight ball. She was almost a human armadillo, violently masturbating as she began to cum.

There was a flurry of movement on my part reaching down yanking up on my left pants leg enough to get my foot on the bed. That smock slid up covering her shoulders and head, exposing the back of her brassiere. My hands were handling the front of her thighs, roughly yanking her back into my offending member with aplomb. Her voice was raw, labored with every thrust earning a righteous gasp of pleasure. Beylikdüzü Escort Holly stiffened up all over signaling the cresting of her climax and I just went for it almost trying to sever my cock inside.

“AAAAWWWNNNNN, AWWWNNNN BAAAA-BEEE!!” Everything else became unintelligible in a mouth stuffed to the brim full of melted bravado and mush. Right at the height of her climax, I pulled out stripping off the condoms.

Thick, milky ropes of ejaculate cut a diagonal swath across her left butt cheek followed by several others. Substantial amounts ended up concentrated on her rear entrance almost filling that shallow canyon between the squarish globes of her ass. I cupped the outside of her right hip, stroking out the rest as Holly rocked and swayed, audibly cooing. The splotchy, soiled appearance of her butt stained buttocks appealed to my inner deviant nature. I let my shaft rest in her gluteal cleft achieving a bit of success by cradling the halves about my girth. Holly let me have my fun for a few minutes.

“Can you go again Derrick?”

I responded by gently pushing on the side of her left hip indicating that I wanted her to sit upright, facing me. The person shifted a bit under Holly as she righted herself facing me. I was unprepared for the mountainous wealth of cleavage staring me in the face. The off-white cream colored sports bra was little more than a hammock for the dual boulders adorning her torso.

“What do you think?” My throbbing, still erect cock was pointing directly at her face.

I wanted my cock in Holly’s mouth, but she had other ideas grabbing the back of my thighs bringing me forward level with her bust. I watched my endowment disappear into her cavernous, sweaty cleavage. Holly cupped the outsides of her mams providing a slick heated cradle of meat around my length horizontally. It was literally a straight shot as I covered her hands with my own, pumping away. Her breasts were so massive, I couldn’t see my thrusting cock. I noticed a weird sensation tickling the tip of my penis. It turned out to be Holly’s hidden wallet.

“Trying to break into the vault, eh?” I opened it finding three more condoms along with a wad of cash. I removed the last three rubbers tossing the billfold on the bed beside Holly. I got naked as she watched.

“Maybe later, I want some more of that ass right now. I’m not gonna lie, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you!” Holly watched me roll one of the rubbers onto my thickening member rubbing her mound pensively.

“Oh you think you can handle this? Think you got enough in the chamber for five foot ten inches of fully packed womanhood?!! Can you take care of 40L-44-56 inches of mixed pussy, eh payaso?!!” My brow raised at her measurements, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. She wanted it as much as I did.

“You sound like fucking Dolomite; when your record come out?”

“MADRE FUCKER, DEBO PATARTE EL CULO!! MEJOR SEGUIR DARME QUE BUENO, BUENO, NEGRO!! FUCK ME RIGHT NIGGA!!” Holly’s ability to go between the languages of her parents was flawless with perfect diction for each dialect with no lingering accents.

“Okay bitch.”

Her thick, voluptuous body would’ve been problematic for someone who didn’t know how to handle it, but this wasn’t my first rodeo and I wouldn’t have given a shit if it were. I just wanted to lose myself in her lush, pillowy curves. It was obvious that she liked the rough stuff as I crouched low to the floor grabbing her ankles quickly standing shoving Holly on her back. Pushing her knees into her doughy abdomen wasn’t happening, so I opted for turning this woman into a human wishbone. I went balls deep right off the bat, but let my member rest inside looking down at her face.

“Come on, do it motherfucker. Fuck the shit outta me like you mean it!” Holly rocked her hips a little, trying to prod me into action.

“That’s what you like?”

“Yeah nigga; that’s exactly what I like; are you gonna do it or are you parked in the garage?” Her hand was already rubbing her clit, but I swatted it away.

“That’s cheating.”

“Fuck you!”

Holly Santos had no idea of my mental state, of the memories floating through my head of being fucked around, punked and emasculated by a litany of women from Jenny Delacruz, undercover thot Shaila and finally that uber bitch, Jong Park. Hearing her cuss at me was like lighting a match and tossing it into a gas tank. She half shrieked as my body came crashing down on her. My face was buried in her cleavage, arms snaking around her body as my hips popped and twisted driving my cock, deep. I was grinding her like sandpaper, feeling every groove her walls had to offer.

My chin was hooked over her right shoulder with intent while my fingers dug under the elastic material of her sports bra peeling it upward. I wanted at those fucking tits she was so damn proud of, and I wasn’t going to be denied. Holly could feel everything, wrapping her arms around me in a prone bearhug meaning to squeeze the life out of my lungs. It felt like we were grappling as she likely struggled with some inner demons as well. Despite her size and the awkwardness of her enormous teats, Holly was rolling her pelvis in counter clockwise fashion for optimum sensation and penetration. I couldn’t deny this mulatta knew how to fuck with the best of them.

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