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Julia and Ben had made plans to meet several more times before the week was up. She was excited yet nervous as she didn’t know if she could handle a whole week of being used by Ben. There was a night in between their first and second nights together, and she and Mike spent time lying in bed, cuddling and talking about her hotwife experience to date. Before falling asleep, Julia made sure to stroke Mike nice and hard and edged him while telling him what she was most excited about for the following evening. They felt stronger than ever in their relationship and had a renewed passion for each other. The next evening they had planned to meet relatively late as Ben had a work dinner to attend. Julia was to meet him at a semi-bar/club downtown. She got dressed in a pair of tight, low-cut jeans with a tight white tank top and her hair tied up with some lovely earrings and a bit of makeup. Mike loved when she put her hair up, and she looked absolutely stunning! She gave her husband a deep kiss and headed out! The club was busy, and she quickly found Ben. Unlike the other night at the hotel, they took their time and had a couple of drinks in a booth. Their hands were all over each other’s thighs, and the petting was heavy. To Julia’s surprise, Ben asked if she would like to dance a little before returning to his room. She was excited as Mike was never much of a dancer and something about dancing with another man’s wife was a real turn-on for Ben. They danced for a good hour, and depending on the song, the dancing got quite dirty with some heavy grinding. Julia felt like she was in college again, feelings another man’s hard cock grinding into her ass on the dance floor. She felt young and adventurous and was loving it. The tension between them had gotten so hot that they had to go. Ben’s hotel was only a few blocks away. Just like the other night, as soon as the elevator door closed, they were all over each other, and as they got into his room, their shirts were instantly coming off. Ben held Julia tight as he undid her white bra and they explored each other’s mouths with their tongs. As her breast came free, he turned her and cupped them hard from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders. Her ass pushed back into him. She went to turn around as she wanted to free his cock, but he stopped her. She looked back at him, and he told her he would use her tonight and Ankara bayan escort make her work for his cock, that tonight she was going to be his little slut and that if she wanted to cum hard on his big dick, she better perform well.Julia was nervous yet excited. She loved being used by Mike, and the thought of being used by Ben and his superior cock and body had her pussy drenched. Ben asked her if she understood and if that was what she wanted. All she could do was look back with her blushed red face and nod up and down as she bit her lip in anticipation!He bent her over the bed and slowly brought her jeans down to her knees, exposing her beautiful tight ass and little white thong. He had her put her arms by her side, so she rested face down on the bed. He was rubbing her ass and then suddenly spanked her cheek hard. She flinched as she wasn’t expecting it. It left an apparent hand print on her soft white cheek. Ben rubbed her some more before spanking the other cheek. He removed her jeans and had her open her legs. He continued to stroke and spank her several more times. Her ass was getting red and tender, and she was now letting out a slight squeal with every spank. Ben was rubbing her pussy over her underwear in between hits, and she was moaning and trying to push back. Her panties were soaked right through, and she needed to feel him inside her. Ben raised her up, held her tight and kissed her softly as he rubbed her pussy under her underwear. She was moaning and felt comforted in his arms. She started trying to open his pants again to free his enormous cock. As she worked his stiff shaft free, Ben gently pushed Julia down to her knees. She knew what she had to do and was happy to do so. She had always loved sucking cock from the first time she had done so back as a young teen with her then-boyfriend. There was just something she loved about being able to make a boy and now a man throb while using her mouth to please them. Ben’s cock, however, was unlike any of the previous cocks she had experienced. She was intimidated the first time she had sucked on it in the hot tub during her trip west but now couldn’t get enough of it. She licked and sucked his balls before starting to work his head into her mouth. After a couple of minutes, Ben placed his hand on her head and started pushing her down further. He Escort bayan Ankara told her to take it deeper, and she did her best, pushing it down her throat as far as she could. Ben held her head down on his shaft, pushing it just that little bit further until she gagged and spat all over his cock. As she came up for air, she had spit all over her chin, and Ben looked down at her asking if she was his good little slut. She said yes and pushed his cock back down her throat. She came close several times to take his whole shaft as she kept gagging on it. After using her face for several more minutes, he helped her back to her feet, cleaned some of the spit from her face, and kissed her softly. Ben was dominant but respectful and knew how to push Julia yet make her feel comfortable, and in return, she was willing to let herself go to him. He bent her over again, taking her underwear off and spreading her cheeks from behind to lick her pussy. It was absolutely soaked and dripping down her inner thighs. He stood back up, positioned himself behind her, pressed his big head ever so slightly between her wet lips, and stopped.She looked back, begging to be fucked, and finally managed to push back and, in one long stride, took all of Ben inside of her. She moaned as she felt filled again. She had wanted this so badly, and she started to work his cock back and forth. Taking him all the way back out until his head was nearly out and then all the way back in. Ben started to work her pussy harder, and Julia’s eyes rolled back. They fucked until the early hours of the night, and by the time they were done, Julia was simply too exhausted to go home. She texted Mike not to wait up and fell asleep in Ben’s arms with his worn cock beside her bare ass. They managed to fuck the next morning again before parting ways for the day. Originally the plan was to meet up again that night, but Julia was just too spent and needed a night’s rest. Mike had never seen her like this and couldn’t stop picturing just how intensely they must fuck when they are together. That night Julia’s body was off limits, but she did take her time recounting all of the past twenty-four hours’ events in detail. Just her recounting of being used by Ben was enough to make Mike want to explode as she stroked his hard cock in her hand. Julia was enjoying her hotwife Bayan escort Ankara role and loved how much she could get her husband worked up. She had started to really get turned on by watching his dick throb and his small moans as she would edge him and tell him more details. She was particularly into it tonight and started licking his balls as she stroked him and gave him more details. She knew just how much to give and when to hold back. She started asking him more questions about why he was so turned on, knowing his wife was fucking another man and cumming on his larger, superior cock… Just her questioning him had him ready to blow. To his surprise, she asked him if he wanted to watch his wife’s pussy being stretched out and cumming on Ben’s big black cock. She licked him harder under his balls as she described how it felt to cum while being so full, and Mike exploded with force. As they lay in bed together, Julia expressed how she had started thinking about wanting Mike to watch her with Ben. They had talked about it briefly before but never with much detail. Julia told him that Ben was also open to fucking her in front of him. In no short time, it had been determined that they would all get together before Ben left, and Mike would watch his wife being a true hotwife in front of him for the first time. It was Friday, and Julia had lined up for the kids to go to their grandparents for the weekend and had made dinner reservations for a nice restaurant Saturday evening. The next day and a half seemed to drag on in anticipation for both Mike and Julia. Mike couldn’t wait to see his cute little wife being fucked in front of him, and Julia couldn’t wait to be a good little slut for her husband. Once the kids were picked up on Saturday, Julia had Mike pick out which underwear and bra he wanted her to wear. He picked a matching black lace set with a rather short black dress with her hair slightly curled and half back. On their drive to the restaurant to meet Ben, both were quite nervous and anxious. They entered to see Ben already seated. Ben greeted Julia with a small kiss, a hug, and a friendly handshake to Mike. The three sat down and ordered some drinks. Quickly the mood was light, and Mike felt quite comfortable. Ben was respectful and polite and never lost sight of the fact that Julia was Mike’s wife. He had many great things to say about her. As dinner progressed, they talked about various things, Ben’s work conference and other topics, but all 3 were getting anxious to head out. Mike could see that Julia’s right hand was no longer on the table and was leaning over towards Ben. This got him rather excited, and he called the waitress over for the bill. 

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Simone runs into Andrea Russo at a series of stores in an outlet mall.An account from the previous entry: my friend Simone introduced us to my neighbor, found out her name, Andrea Russo then asked her to join us for brunch. Well, Simone and Andrea hit it off over brunch and exchanged phone numbers.The Thanksgiving holiday week passed quickly, and it was back to the work routine. Simone called saying that she would be a bit busy this week and she wanted to hook up come the weekend. That was ok by me, and I supposed that I would relax after work in front of the television all week.At bedtime, I checked Andrea’s window and saw the curtains were closed. I supposed that she decided I had seen enough by now. Well, damn the bad luck, I said to myself and went to sleep.The next few nights were more of the same routine, although I happened to notice Andrea’s bedroom lights were on, but no open curtains. Not having sex or a show was a bit unpleasant, being that the previous couple of weeks was quite the opposite. I figured I’d save up my energies for when Simone and I hooked up when the weekend came.On Friday, I came home from work ready to begin the weekend. As I was showering, my phone rang. I almost busted my ass trying to get to it and I missed the call. So, I finished up and put on some jeans and a casual shirt and waited to see if Simone would call, assuming the earlier call was from her.An hour passed with no call from Simone, and I was getting hungry. I Ankara bayan escort picked up my car keys and started out to the parking lot. I noticed Andrea’s car parked a few spaces from mine and thought I saw Simone’s a few spaces down. As I got to my car, I thought it was a coincidence and besides, how many cars in this city were similar to hers.I began to consider what I wanted to eat and pulled into a nearby Chinese takeout and ordered my dinner.When I arrived at my apartment, I noticed Andrea’s car and the car I thought was Simone’s remained in their spots. So, I went up to eat, poured myself some tea, and barely got two bites in, when a knock on my door startled me.Well, there’s no need to ask who was at my door. You guessed right, readers: Simone and Andrea. And they were dressed to kill, sexually.  Both were wearing sheer black blouses, short black skirts, and black heels. They walked in without saying a word, looked at my dinner, then Simone reached over me, closed the containers, and put them in the refrigerator. “You’re not eating that tonight” she stated.”OK, then, what will I be eating?” I replied. Andrea was smiling as Simone told me to change clothes into something better than jeans.We got to my car, then Simone and Andrea surprised me by getting in the back seat. “To the casino, Austin” Simone teased.The ride to the casino was enhanced with the women sitting close by each other in the middle of the Escort bayan Ankara seat. They were having fun, teasing me about the way I was driving. Once or twice, Andrea would lean forward and lightly caress the side of my face and kiss my right cheek and ear. Yes, it was erotic, and it had the desired effect within my pants.When we arrived at the restaurant entrance, Simone informed the attendant that we were a bit late for a reservation. The guy looked her and Andrea over, smiled, then replied that it wasn’t a problem. As I passed him, he gave me a nod of approval or something to that effect.The ladies set up a nice dinner in the exclusive restaurant and we were seated in a somewhat empty space. The waiter came and took our drink orders, and smiled at me before turning to fulfill the order.The waiter returned with our drinks and took our course orders. I ordered a steak, while the women ordered seafood. The conversation by then, reduced itself to Andrea talking about how she was enjoying her stay.Next came the bar. Simone and Andrea had a table reserved there, also. We chatted about the people, we danced some and had a good time. Later, I caught Andrea’s eye as she winked at Simone. A better time was upcoming.I figured out what was going to happen earlier when they first arrived at my door, so I limited my drinks. And being that I saved my energies that week and my sexual desires, I thought I would be prepared.The Bayan escort Ankara ladies rode in the back seat once again for the ride home. My driving was rewarded or rather distracted and it was not easy paying attention to the road. Simone and Andrea began by kissing passionately. By the time I got to my apartment, Andrea had Simone’s blouse opened and kissed her erect nipples. Simone saw me looking and pursed her lips as if she were kissing me.I had to adjust myself in order to get out of my car and the ladies did very little to cover themselves from their back seat sex show they provided me. I waited as they walked by, wondering which apartment they chose: Andrea’s or mine.I could hardly wait to open my door and get inside, and they were anxiously hurrying me. Before I could close the door, Simone, oblivious to her blouse was unbuttoned and exposing her breasts, was pulling on my arm and telling me to come on. Andrea walked to my window and smartly closed the curtains. Nobody would get to watch this night. Simone pushed me onto my bed and faced Andrea as she stepped from the curtains.As I sat, Andrea stepped close to Simone and put her hands up to Simone’s face, and kissed her, lightly at first. Then as they kissed deeper, Andrea opened Simone’s blouse and exposed her hard nipples.Simone’s fruit was ripe for the taking and Andrea began to suck on the nipple closest to my view. I began to move to release the building pressure in my pants. Simone saw me moving and thinking that I was about to stand up and join them, she blurted out “No! Sit back down!”Her tone of voice surprised Andrea as well as me. I sat back on the bed as told. Andrea wagged her finger at me, like one of my former elementary school teachers would have when I misbehaved in her class.

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You may remember the last time you read my ramblings about my sex teacher and lover, Aunt Sophia, where she treated me to an incredible session with Mistress Alexa and herself. The memories of that still crashed through my brain and I had enjoyed numerous wanks when reliving the occasion.For the past three weeks, she had been in France, opening up her house in Cap-Feret. I missed her enormously. My girlfriend, Mai had noticed I had not been myself, but I told her I was just down as I still hadn’t figured out what I wanted to do with my life.Eventually, my dark days were over when Aunt Sophia came back and we had one rendezvous at her place, which meant I was now firing on all cylinders.Later that week she joined the family for dinner, during which my dad asked what she was going to do for the summer.‘Well, Adam. I am going to spend the summer in Cap-Feret. I think it is about time I went back and enjoyed the place. There is still quite a bit of work to be done, but I am sure I can find some locals to help out.’‘What a splendid idea. Maybe you can take our lazy son and get him to help.’I choked on my food at this point.Mum looked at me, quizzically.‘I’m fine, Mum. Just think it might have been nice to ask my opinion.’I was annoyed with him. He loved to control our lives. But of course, at the same time, I was secretly very happy, as he had offered me a golden opportunity to spend more time with Aunt Sophia.‘You need to do something, young man, rather than laze about the house.’‘But Adam. He needs to be studying for his exams.’‘He can manage to do both, Fiona. I am sure Sophia will find things to keep him busy and help him with his studies.’I was turning pink at the way the conversation was turning.  Oh yes, she was only too keen for me to continue my studies, of the sexual kind.‘Fiona. I think it is a great idea. I promise to look after him and keep him out of trouble.’She smiled at me.‘What do you say, Jack?’I was trying very hard to suppress a huge grin. I decided I should be seen to go against the idea. I mean, who wants to spend the summer holidays with their aunt?‘Thank you, Aunt Sophia. But I would prefer to stay home, do some work and meet up with my mates every now and again. Also, Mai is looking forward to spending time with me.’‘Oh, don’t worry, Jack. Mai can come as well.’I kept the pretence up, trying to convince everyone I didn’t want to go. But I knew Dad had made up his mind. If only he knew what his sister and his son got up to when they were together. It would wipe that smug look off his face.After much debate, mum eventually kowtowed to dad. It was decided I would spend four weeks in her holiday home on the coast of Southwest France. I was buzzing!I spoke to Mai and she agreed to join us for the final two weeks of the break.Daisy, my sister was jetting off to some Caribbean island with her rich, twat of a boyfriend. Mum and dad would be spending the summer with some other relatives. So, it was all settled.Later that day I had some time to speak to my auntie.‘How the fuck did you wangle that?’‘Oh, I had spoken with your dad earlier and he was telling me he did not know what to do with you. He didn’t want you lolling around the house. I saw it as the perfect opportunity.’She reached forward and caressed my cock through my trousers.‘I am going to fuck you silly for two weeks before Mai arrives.’I went to grab her, but we heard voices and quickly moved apart.I could not wait for the trip. I had been to the house a couple of times before. It looked over the Bassin d’ Arcachon (the Arcachon bay). A very short distance away was the Atlantic coast with miles of sandy beaches.The waves could be huge, and it was a magnet for surfers and boarders. You had to be careful swimming in the sea as there were a Ankara escort lot of strong offshore currents and rip tides. Every summer people drowned along the coast. Even so, I loved the place. It was normally hot, and the food was great.I said goodbye to Mai, who told me to behave and treat my aunt kindly. She was excited to join us later in the holiday, as she had never been to that part of France.Two days later we flew out to Bordeaux. Aunt Sophia had arranged for her French car, a smart Citroen 2CV to be left at the airport. It was not a long journey to the house, about forty minutes or so.When we arrived, we were met by Dominique and Bernard, the elderly couple who were her neighbours and kept an eye on the place. They hugged Aunt Sophia and spoke rapidly. They remembered me from my last visit a few years ago. I found out later they had caught her up on the latest gossip about new houses, holidaymakers and lousy local government officials.Once we said farewell to them, we took our bags upstairs and unpacked. The house was a bit musty but was clean and tidy.I lay on the bed, taking in my surroundings.‘Jack. You cannot just lie there. What would your father say?’With that, she jumped on top of me, and we had a bit of a wrestle. I cheated by tickling her.‘Jack. Get your clothes off. I need a good hard, fuck. Then we need to get to the beach.’I loved my aunt.Once I had satisfied her cravings, we packed a picnic and drove to the beach, parking in the pine forest nearby. We struggled over the dunes and eventually made it onto a fairly deserted stretch of beach.I laid out the towels, pulled off my shirt and stretched out, closing my eyes.I heard the rustle of clothes and felt her lay next to me.‘You are a bit overdressed, Jack.’I was not sure what she meant.  I had on a pair of swim shorts and nothing else. She smiled and pointed down her body. Fuck me! She was totally starkers.I sat up, quickly.‘Bloody hell, Aunt Sophia. What are you doing?’She stretched out on her back.‘Enjoying the sun on my body.’‘You can’t lay there like that.’‘Why not? There is no one else here.’I looked up and down the beach. In the distance, I saw two women walking our way.‘You will have to cover up, as we may soon have some neighbours.’She looked in the direction I indicated but seemed totally non-plussed. What the hell?I watched as the two women got closer. They were probably in their early twenties. As they walked by, they smiled at us. Aunt Sophia waved and said something to them in French. They both laughed.I looked at her.‘What did you say?’‘Oh, just that I was sorry for the fact you are overdressed.’I was at a loss as to what she was talking about. Until, that is, the two women stopped a short distance away and stripped off completely.I was agog.  What the hell was going on?‘You idiot, Jack. This is the nudist section. Now take your shorts off and rub some sun cream into me before I burn.’She rolled onto her front and held out the bottle of cream. I was not too keen to go without anything on, so stayed as I was, then started to rub cream into her body. I paid a lot of attention to her fantastic arse, running my finger up the crack and watching her tremble.‘Enough!’  She said, before rolling onto her back.I enjoyed covering every millimetre of her body with the cream.  I was such a lucky guy.I lay on my back, holding the bottle out to her.‘I will gladly put cream on you, but only when you take those shorts off.’I managed to wriggle out of them, making sure I did not flash anything in the direction of the other two beachgoers.She covered my top and bottom half with the cream, leaving my crotch alone.  I was a bit miffed at this.  But I should have known better.  She knelt over me, shielding me from the Ankara escort bayan French women with her body, and poured cream all over my cock and balls.‘We don’t want these being burnt, now, do we?’She then proceeded to massage the cream in, getting me hard in an instance. I looked around to make sure no one could see us. Our neighbours were facing towards the sea, wearing nothing but sunglasses. They were not looking in our direction.I lay there and closed my eyes. This was definitely a first for me.  Naked on a beach and being wanked in the open air. It was horny and naughty at the same time. Every now and then I looked around to ensure no one could see us.She started off slow and when she heard my breathing increase, she sped up, bringing me that I felt very quickly to the brink. However, I managed to control my orgasm as she had taught me, ensuring I did not ejaculate.‘Roll over. I need to do your back.’This was turning out to be a great holiday, and it was only day one!Once she had finished, she told me she was going to snooze for a while. We had been up early in the morning to catch the flight, so we’re both jaded. I decided to sit there and take in the sights.I watched as our two neighbours stood up and began to rub sun cream into each other. They took their time and were clearly enjoying themselves. In fact, when they finished, they got into a tight embrace and kissed each other deeply. Very sexy.  They walked down to the water, hand in hand and were obviously into each other.I realised they were lesbians, which surprised me. As being young and a bit dumb, I thought all lesbians looked like blokes.I lay down next to my gorgeous aunt, kissed her breast and fell into a light sleep.  A short while later it was interrupted by the sound of laughter and splashing.As I looked towards the sea, I saw our two French friends frolicking together. It was a sight to behold.  One of them was blond and petite, with small breasts and a perky bottom. Her friend was a dark-skinned brunette, with much larger tits and a shapelier physique.The brunette ran up the beach to get a ball from their belongings. I must say I enjoyed watching her tits bounce as she jogged. She looked over at me, catching me staring at her. She smiled and held out the ball, then beckoned me over, before jogging back to the sea.Aunt Sophia was still asleep, so I decided to make my way down to the girls. I was conscious of my nakedness but tried to ignore it.When I got close, she threw the ball to her friend and then dived into the water. She swam a little then jumped up and shook herself. I was staring at her sexy body, watching her ample boobs bounce when I felt the ball hit the back of my head. I turned around to see the blonde laughing at me.‘Do you want to stare at Monique all day, or would you like to play “piggy in the middle?”  She enquired.Her French accent was so sexy.I chucked the ball at her and she caught it easily.They decided I was to be the “pig.” I was more than happy as they jumped around, throwing the ball and trying to avoid me. They were very good at it, so I decided to cheat by grabbing the brunette one.  She screamed and fell into the water.Being the gentleman, I went to help her up but as I did so, a wave caught me from behind and I fell on top of her, feeling her breasts pushing into my chest. I was quite happy. I stayed like that for longer than was strictly necessary, then apologised and helped her to her feet.  She told me it was fine.I was having such a good time I had forgotten all about Sophia. Until that is, I heard her call my name. I turned around and saw her standing on the water’s edge, hands-on-hips, staring at me. I waved and smiled, but she seemed none too impressed with me.I Escort Ankara walked over to her, and as I approached, she turned and walked up the beach. I was at a loss as to what was the matter with her.‘Hey. What’s wrong.’ I enquired.‘What’s wrong? What’s wrong? I saw you getting a feel of that French tart. No doubt you think you can grope other women when I’m not around!’‘Whoa. What the fuck has got into you?’‘I brought you on this holiday. I don’t expect you to fondle other women when my back is turned.’Her voice was raised, and I noticed her nipples had become engorged. She certainly was angry. What didn’t help was me starting to laugh.‘Oh. You think it’s funny, do you?’‘Aunt Sophia. Wait a minute. You’ve got hold of the wrong end of the stick. And you are going to laugh at yourself in a moment.’‘I don’t fucking think so, young man!’She started to pack things up. Moaning about her ungrateful I was.As she knelt down, I pushed her over and pinned her to the ground.She started to wriggle violently.I kissed her on the lips and after a while, she returned my kiss. When I pulled away, she calmed down a little.‘I’m sorry I upset you, but you should know that those two gorgeous women are lesbians. And there is no way I would cheat on you.’‘Oh, they are?’‘Yep. We just had a bit of fun. They are very nice.’‘I’m sorry, Jack. Our first argument – over nothing. Can you forgive me?’‘I think you will need a good spanking when we get home.’‘Oh goody.’A short while later the two French beauties came over to us, plonked themselves down and started up a conversation. Monique introduced her girlfriend, Giselle and Aunt Sophia gave our names but kept the fact we were related quiet.The three women were very comfortable sitting there, totally starkers. And after a while, I forgot about our nudity. Although it was strange holding a normal conversation whilst wearing nothing but sunglasses.We had quite a laugh and arranged to come to the same stretch of beach tomorrow. It was obvious they both enjoyed looking at my Sophia, who was flattered by their attention.Once we got home, Aunt Sophia was desperate to be fucked. I think being ogled by the two French ladies had got her all horny.We had barely got in the house when she ripped off her clothes and threw herself on the sofa. She smiled at me and opened her legs high and wide.I told her to wait there, as I needed a piss. I dashed upstairs, relieved myself, then went to her bedside cabinet and got a length of rope and cat o’ nine tails.When I came down, she saw what I was holding and immediately turned over, putting her arms behind her and pushing her arse in the air.‘You have been a very jealous and angry aunty today, so you must be punished.’She went to say something, and as she did so, I whacked her hard on the arse with the flat of my hand.‘You can only speak when I ask you a question.’I placed her on the floor, tying her hands together behind her back, passing the length of rope around her throat, making sure she was not too uncomfortable.I hit her a few more times, watching as her arse cheeks turned red.‘You were a bad girl today. Do you think you need to be punished?’‘Oh, yes!’I started on her with the whip. At first, I used soft strokes against her pussy lips and delighted in watching them engorge and open. I then whipped her behind several times until she started to grunt, at which point I knew I should stop.My cock was rigid and needed some action, so I walked around in front of her, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to a kneeling position.‘You should not get angry with me again. If you do, the punishment will be worse. Do you understand?’She nodded.I placed my dick against her lips. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip. I slapped her face, not very hard. She gave me a look of shock.‘I will tell you what you can and can’t do. And you must obey.’She nodded once more.I pushed my cock into her mouth, feeling it hit the back of her throat. I grabbed her head and started to fuck her face, quite violently. Her eyes were wide, but she knew I was in control.

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Jack and Jessie struggled their way down the stairs in the pitch black. Jessie turned an ankle and stubbed a toe in her high heels until she abandoned them. Jack hit his head on an overhanging branch. But, eventually, they made it to Jay Bird. They slept, restlessly and still in their clothes, for a few hours.When they woke, hungover, they both wondered if perhaps a warm bath, and a night in a real bed, might have been worth the price of hanging out a while longer with some slightly scary freaks. If it hadn’t been for the note, essentially telling them to get out, it had been an odd, but entertaining evening. They didn’t acknowledge it to one another, but they were each more than a little turned on by the flirtatious Clare and Winston. And the pictures of all those beautiful servants fucking around with them, while shocking, were exciting, as well.“It would be even weirder if we went back up there, now. Right?” Jessie asked, knowing the answer. Jack acknowledged her rhetorical question with a nod as he handed her a cup of tepid instant coffee.“Yeah. Awkward on top of awkward. Let’s get out of here,” Jack said. Jessie quickly pulled-off her useless skirt and blouse, but didn’t take the time to put on a bathing suit. In just her lace thong she untied the dock lines and pushed Jay Bird off as Jack backed her out.They took the boat out of the cove under power in the pre-dawn light. In the partial darkness, navigating the shallows was especially difficult. When the wind picked up, it got even harder. And when the tide seemed to drop right before their eyes, it was positively frightening.Jack worked the helm with white knuckles. Jessie stood at the bow, clinging to the forestay and leaning over the bowsprit marking coral heads. 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They had hit the reef and run aground. A quick inspection showed the hull was undamaged, but the fin keel was wedged into the coral. They wouldn’t be going anywhere, and the way the wind and seas were going, the boat, and perhaps they themselves, would be battered to death. Over the wind they could faintly hear someone calling to them.“Jack! Jessie! Here!”They turned to see Clare and Winston on deck. Clare was shouting into an old fashioned megaphone. Winston stood on Talkies’ stern, a life saver in hand. He threw it out, and then expertly managed the current and the line in his hand to angle it toward Jay Bird.Jack and Jessie hesitated, but when white caps flowed over the transom, they knew they had no choice. However weird it was going to be, it was better than being dead. Jessie gave Jack a kiss and then jumped into the sea. Escort bayan Ankara She was a strong swimmer, but it was still a challenge to make it the fifty feet through rough water to get to the life line. Jack battened the hatch, tore-off his clothes, and dove in after Jessie. For once, I really wish I hadn’t gone commando, Jack thought as he swam to Jessie. Winston pulled them to the boat, and Clare tossed down a rope ladder.Clare wordlessly handed them white Turkish towels, then set about reefing the luffed mainsail and jib, as Winston reefed the mizzen and turned Talkies back to the wind. In a daze, Jack watched their saviors scurry about the long yacht. With her self-furling job, and easy-reef mainsail, Jack or Jessie could pilot Jaybird, single handed. Hell, they could even set the autopilot for long stretches. On more than one occasion they had gone below to tear-off a quick fuck, as Jay Bird happily went along on her own.Talkies had no such modern conveniences. What winches she had were archaic bottom-turners. The lines, remarkably, were made of hemp. The oversized blocks were made of brass and wood. The masts and booms were Canadian birch. The decks were thick teak. And, yet, everything was as if brand new.As much as Jack was astounded by the vintage accuracy of the yawl, Jessie was amazed at Winston and Clare’s unwavering obsession with vintage clothing. They were running about the deck in old fashioned wool tank suits. She itched just thinking about it.As absurd as their bathing suits were, they still showed more of Winston and Clare than either of them had seen up to now. Clare had the legs of a Ziegfeld dancer. Her staggering rack had already been on display the night before in her emerald gown, but somehow bouncing around on deck it was all the more mesmerizing. Bayan escort Ankara Jessie glanced at Jack, and she smiled as his eyes followed Clare around the yacht. As a brief balancing, Jessie gave Winston the once over. The square jaw, the shoulders, the pecs, the tennis thighs, were all fine, but it was the bulge at the bottom of the tank suit that captured most of her attention.Once Talkies was in deeper water, the waves quickly settled and the battering gusts became a steady ten-knot breeze. Clare and Winston set the boat downwind and everything was suddenly calm. With the wind behind them the sails didn’t much need tending, and it was quiet and warm. Clare took a seat next to Jack and Jessie.“You had us scared. It’s lucky Winston saw the top of your mast headed out. That king tide has taken more than one vessel in these waters,” Clare shared, as Winston shot her a look.“What are the odds Jay Bird will survive?” Jessie asked, realizing in that moment that while they may have saved their lives, they may have lost their living.“I think she may make it,” Winston answered, “These freak tides don’t last long. We’ll take a wide circle around the island. By the time we get back, there should be enough water for safe passage. Cynthia and Thomas will meet us there, and between the two of us, we might be able to get Jay Bird off the reef.Jack and Jessie would have relaxed at that point, were it not for the fact that they were naked, or nearly naked, in front of these odd strangers. Clare sensed their unease.“I’d offer you clothes, if we had any on board,” Clare said. Jack, with just the towel covering his groin, gave her an understanding wave. Clare smiled and shrugged, and then peeled her suit off. Jessie glanced around to see Winston doing the same.“We wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, darlings,” Winston said with a laugh. Neither Jessie nor Jack were sure that mutual nudity was the solution they were looking for. Bizarrely, however, they found themselves getting excited by their beautiful hosts, once more. Jessie eyed Clare’s full body, and full chestnut bush, and peeled-off her thong to share her waxed peach.

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Eva had needed a few days to recover from her visit to her master’s house. She had left with apprehension about being a submissive and this new world was a challenge both physically and psychologically. Why did he need to own every part of her body? She had given clear boundaries and yet he pushed her to accept violations she had never agreed to but she had found obedience and acceptance of her depleted authority to be the biggest sexual stimulation of the whole experience.When she got home she had soaked in a hot bath for ages soothing her sore skin, her aching limbs and her swollen, abused pussy and tender arse. Even though she hadn’t been ridden up her butt she had never taken anything up there, and it hurt. She was horrified that she had been used there but it turned her on. It had been uncomfortable, humiliating, verging on non-consensual. She had her safe word. Her reluctance to utilise it confused her.One question she couldn’t answer just then was whether she would go back. The warning she had received as she left the house was she would be taught how to be a good submissive on her return. She was so proud and head strong. She didn’t know if she wanted to be controlled. And she certainly wasn’t going to obey a cruel sex master who disregarded her boundaries. But he obviously knew her better than she knew herself because he knew it turned her on. He had given her sexual satisfaction and he had made her cum harder than she had ever experienced in her life. He had unlocked a very dark, dangerous Escort Yakacık desire and she couldn’t ignore the consuming and desperate need she felt for sexual deviation.So when Eva received an email five days after her visit, it was just long enough for her to have recovered physically and consider being back as his submissive again. Psychologically, she was feeling mischievous and wanted to play with him. He was going to have a challenge if he intended owning her.Brad’s email read:Dear Eva,I am ready to teach you to use your manners. I know you are a deliciously beautiful and insatiable woman but you are not above being polite to your master. You will visit me again.Master.This was infuriating to Eva. How could he be so sure she would go back? It made her feel like a silly, little girl to be so predictable and needy. She would ignore him. She was not going to be that easy to crack.An hour later she received the next email:Eva,You know you have been distracted for the last hour thinking about being my submissive. Your panties are wet as your moist cunt dribbles in anticipation of being dominated and used. Stop being a proud and silly little girl and start behaving like the sexual deviant slut you discovered in my playroom.Master.Eva read the email. She gushed as she read his graphic description of her. He was accurate in his perception of her experience. She was a needy, sexually enlightened, whore of a woman since she had visited him. She had played Atalar escort with herself at least twice every day since her visit, even though her pussy had been tender and her pelvic bones hurt. She needed more. She couldn’t satisfy herself. More concerning still, her underwear was saturated in her juice and she needed to calm down or it would be embarrassing when she had to walk into the meeting she was due to attend in fifteen minutes.She stood up and walked across the office. She could smell her cunt. She was so aroused. She was sure her team of assistants gave her a long hard stare as she hastily strode to the ladies washroom, past their workstations. Her nipples were hard and protruding obscenely under her shear, cream blouse. They were actually visible through her fine, large cupped bra. The dark colouration of her nipples showed through the light pink lace that was meant to mask her areola. She entered the cubicle and slipped her knickers down. Her pussy was dripping. She slipped two fingers in her needy cunt and groaned with relief. She rubbed her already swollen clit and lent over the toilet, legs open, arse protruding. She was about to cum when she heard the door to the washroom open.”Eva, are you in here?” shouted her boss.For fuck’s sake, thought Eva.”I’m right there,” she shouted back.Orgasm denied, she wiped her dripping pussy and fingers, flushed, and left the cubicle. She washed her hands, albeit she was never going to get the scent of her Kadıköy escort bayan aroused cunt off her fingers that easily.Over the next hour Eva sat through the meeting hearing about excellence and target setting. She was distracted. She kept having flashbacks of her time in the playroom. Her pussy being used, her arse being opened up. Her body was aroused and her damp, lace panties were drenched to the point she thought she would leave a damp seat when she stood up, it was sure to have seeped through her business dress.”Eva,” her boss said firmly.Eva looked up and saw the meeting room was empty.”What the fuck is going on with you today?” asked the boss, frustrated.Usually Eva was all charm and focused. She was one of the company’s greatest assets. She was beautiful but always modestly dressed. She was charming with clients but always professional. She was highly intelligent, astute and always in control. Today her boss was not seeing any of this.”I’m not sure I feel–” started Eva.”Take the rest of the day off. Go sort out whatever it is stopping you doing what I pay you for. I’ll see you back in tomorrow,” instructed the boss. “And Eva, I hope he is worth it.”Eva felt herself flush with embarrassment. Was she really that transparent? She gathered her handbag and car keys and got in the elevator to leave the office block for the day. She glanced at her phone to see how her inbox was and she had three unread emails. As Eva exited the lift, the receptionist called over to her,”A parcel for you, Miss Conner.”Eva signed for the parcel and dashed out to her car in the parking lot. She drove out of the financial district and didn’t stop till she had turned into the rest area just before the freeway. Switching the ignition off, she reached for her phone.The first unopened email read:

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Someone once said that when it hurts to look back, and you’re scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there. Isn’t that the best feeling in the world…to know that someone will always be there? The bond is impenetrable. It’s one soul that inhabits two bodies. It’s like a marriage when you think about it. Through thick and thin, through better and worse, in sickness and health….well, you get the point. We met in the third grade when my dad, a successful financial advisor, was transferred from his job in our hometown in Northern Ontario. I was 9 years old, and the news that we would be moving 1,500 miles away seemed like the end of the world. My mom had died in a car accident when I was 4, and the thought of leaving the house that her and my dad had built together when they were first married made my chest hurt. I didn’t want things to be different. Of course, with 9-year-olds, nothing is ever set in stone. It took about six weeks (and plenty of fishing trips) but my dad finally convinced me that this was a good thing. He would be making a better salary, we would be in a city that was always warm — so I could go swimming and fishing and camping any time of the year. He told me that I would make new friends and that just because we were leaving our small Canadian city, we would never leave our memories of mom behind. I knew my heart wasn’t really in it, but I loved my dad and trusted his decision. I smiled politely and prepared my semi-broken heart to move to Texas. He was in my class. I will never forget the way he looked the first moment I saw him. He wore a faded pair of denim shorts, a yellow and red striped t-shirt and scuffed-up Power Ranger sneakers. He was a little chubby, and even when you’re 9, girls tend to be judgmental. He wore his sandy blond hair shaggy around his freckled face, almost but not quite hiding his big chocolate brown puppy dog eyes. The only seat left in Miss Felice’s class was the desk right beside his at the back of the room. After that first day we pretty much inseparable. His name was John Callahan, and although a little shy, he opened up to me pretty quickly. He lived on a big farm with his mom and he was an only child — just like me. He told me that his daddy was a soldier and had died while on mission two years earler. Somehow that made me feel closer to him because he had lost one of his parents too. We could talk about our memories of our lost parents often, and it was a good feeling to know that we had this mutual tie to one another. It turned out we only lived a few miles away from one another, so we spent most days after school and weekends together. I usually ended up riding my bike to his farm because my dad would be busy working at home from his office, and it got boring listening to him tinkering away on his computer all the time. His mama was a sweet lady — she always packed us sandwiches and pudding cups to take down to the swimming hole that lay on the edge of their property. We would spend as much time as possible there swimming, fishing, and exploring. When we got a little older and could stay out past dark, John would sit down by the shore under an old weeping willow tree. He always made a spot for me, and we would look up at the stars together and share our thoughts and dreams and hopes for the future. We always knew that whatever happened, we’d be together, taking on the world side by side. John’s extended family of aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents would come down every few months for a long weekend, and it was always a great occasion. John’s face would light up like a Christmas tree when he found out his family was coming down for a visit. I always thought that John would want to spend as much time as possible alone with his family, as these visits were few and far between, but I was never left out. He would ride his bike over to my small house with a huge grin on his chubby face and beg me to join his family for dinner — followed by a waffle cone at the local ice cream parlor. At first I felt like an outsider, sitting down in the warm familiar kitchen at John’s and saying grace Escort Küçükyalı with his family. After I got over the nervousness of being around such a large group of people, it felt pretty darn good to be a part of something so special. They always made me feel welcome and when I asked John why he wanted me there, he gave me an odd look but put it very simply — I was a part of his family, so I should always be there too because it wouldn’t be the same. I think that was the moment John stole my young heart. We had a lot of ups and downs together once we hit high school. He hit a growth spurt in the ninth grade and all of a sudden girls seemed to take notice of a once shy, chubby boy. By our last year of high school John had transformed into the most beautiful boy in school. He stood tall at 6’4″ and his baby fat had turned into a whole lot of lean muscle with wide shoulders and strong hands. He was still a simple boy who wore loose fitting t-shirts and jeans, but even that could not disguise the thickness to his arms and powerful back that was toned to perfection underneath. It never really fazed John though. He played football and ran track. He dated a few girls, and during those months I would bite my tongue and swallow the lump in my throat. I knew none of them would love John the way I did, but I was adamant that I would never reveal my feelings and risk ruining what we had. His girlfriends never lasted too long though — they could never understand the bond we had and got jealous of the time he spent with me. 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The sounds of the crickets and the squeaky porch swing must have been hard to hear over the pounding of my heart inside my chest. His mouth explored mine tentatively, almost as if he was worried I would pull away from him. I wrapped my arms around the strong line of his neck, pulling him to me and silently assuring him that there was nowhere else in this world I would rather be. We lay there together kissing and embracing and listening to our hearts as they beat rapidly in tune with one another like a perfect melody. I ached to explore him further but was so stunned by the recent turn of events that I seemed to be paralyzed in my spot. It was simply nice to be this close to John, knowing that on this last night here in Texas, it was here with me that he chose to be. I loved this quiet, perfect boy with all of my soul. He was all I needed. He held me there until dawn crept over the horizon, casting the sky in brilliant shades of pink and orange. With that dawn my soul had weakened. I knew he had to leave, and I was beside myself with that realization. He stroked my hair like I was a tiny china doll and could break at any moment. I looked up into the face I had memorized and adored and saw the love and hesitation that filled his eyes. He felt something too, but it was time for him to go. I slowly rose from his warm lap and he reached his hand out to mine — holding it to his chest like a silent promise. His eyes filled with tears once again as he kissed my fingers one by one. I would memorize this moment. I would capture it and keep in with me until the day God brought us back to each other. Maybe he would still want me when he came back. Maybe the thought of me would give him the motivation he needed to stay safe and return home. As if he read my thoughts, he finally spoke. “I will come home to you Natalie. I will fight my hardest until the day I can come home and make you mine. Until I can give you everything you deserve.” His words were soft and filled with emotion, and they made my heart swell and my tummy flutter. “I will write you every day and pray every night until you come home to me John. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” With that I pressed my lips to his in a silent promise that I would wait for him. I would wait forever.  We wrote to each other every day. He would tell me all about his training and missions (sparing me the gory details and specifics) while I told him about life in University and all the new and interesting people I was meeting. We tried to refrain from speaking about our feelings too often, knowing that the pain of not being together would only hurt us more if we focused on it all the time. I got all the assurance I ever needed from the last line of every letter he wrote me. My heart is always with you.  Love, John Sometimes weeks would go by while I Suadiye escort bayan waited for a letter. I tried not to let this scare me, because I knew the mail service wasn’t entirely reliable on his end, especially depending on where he was. It was those letters that got me through my darkest days. I dreamt of John all the time. I dreamt that he would come home from the war. He would sneak into my small apartment late at night and rid himself of his dusty fatigues and climb into my warm bed. He would pull me close to his strong body and explore me with his hands and mouth. On many occasions I would wake up out of a dead sleep, covered in sweat and goosebumps and completely aroused. The way my body reacted from a simple dream about him never failed to stun me. I became quite accustomed to pleasing myself — the thought of giving myself to another man was never an option. I would always wait for John. If he still wanted me when he got home, then he would be my first and only. After four years of university I had obtained my degree in History and was patiently awaiting graduation. I was planning on enrolling in teacher’s college for the following year and was excited to start this new chapter of my life. My thoughts strayed to John for the umpteenth time that day. I had not received a letter from him in almost four weeks. This was the longest I had gone without a letter and I found myself waiting on the front stoop of my small walk-up apartment every morning waiting patiently for the post man to come round, but every day that passed without a letter brought new fears. I worked as many shifts as possible at work. I volunteered extra days and busied myself preparing for the transition to teacher’s college I would be making soon — anything to occupy my mind, really. I had been running on autopilot for months now, waiting to hear from him. I felt sick to my stomach every time I turned on the television to watch the news, but at the same time could not turn a blind eye. Where was he? Was he safe? Did he think of me as often as I thought of him?  I lay in bed one lazy Thursday morning. Graduation was tomorrow, then I would head home to enjoy three whole months off until the fall semester started and I could get back into the routine of school once again. I was in the middle of a very pleasant and steamy dream about John — as usual, when I thought I heard what sounded like a light knocking on my front door. I paused and listened intently until I heard the knocking again. I figured it must have been my roommate Karen. She often stayed at her fiance’s apartment when she didn’t have morning classes the next day and she was guilty of forgetting her keys on more than one occasion. I smiled, shook my head and pulled myself out of my cozy bed, not bothering with my robe as I made my way down the hallway towards the door and the now persistent knocking. “Man, Karen, hold your horses, I’m coming,” I shouted as I made my way to the door. I pulled at the hem of my short silk nighty, making sure it was covering my butt. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties and it was quite short. Oh well — if Dean was with Karen then I would just quickly duck into the bathroom after I opened the door. “You know, you really need to work on remembering to take your keys with you when you go to Dean’s place,” I admonished as I flung open the door without a second thought. “Well, easy for you to say, but I don’t have a key sweetheart.” My jaw must have dropped to the floor and I was at a complete loss for words as I took in the sight before me. Standing there leaning against my doorway was John. He still wore his uniform and had a large duffel bag tossed over one shoulder. He had changed. He was bigger than that last night we had spent together wrapped in each other’s arms on my front porch when we were 18. He looked a few inches taller and it looked like he had gained about 30 pounds of solid muscle. His hair was a bit lighter and cut much shorter then I remembered. I drank in the sight of him standing there looking me up and down for a few seconds until I finally let the air out of lungs. It felt like the first real breath I had taken in four years. I finally snapped out of it and he dropped his duffel bag the moment before I leapt into his arms, clinging to him as I wrapped my bare legs around his strong hips. I pushed my face into that perfect warm spot between his neck and collar bone and breathed him in.

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