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Diana strutted through the swinging glass doors like she was entering the mall or her favorite coffee shop. In some ways, her mindset was the same. I’m just coming to see what this is all about, that’s all, she thought to herself. After all, what could happen? Three steps into the space, her strut become something more like a stutter and then, a complete stop.Before her, instead of some type of lounge with a long, mirrored bar, cozy booths and tables one could stand by to kibbitz with friends after a long day’s work, was something she’d never even imagined was possible in this suburban pool of simplicity and homogeneity. Instead of a posh bar, Diana found herself taking in a huge, warehouse-like space, sparsely lit, with bare steel posts supporting a ceiling painted black. There were things in here. Things like what looked like a giant wooden “X” with cuffs bolted to it, and benches padded with leather, studded with steel rings and leather cuffs, a bed inside some kind of a steel cage. One wall was covered with pegs and held what her mind could only describe as Torquemada’s toy collection: whips, leather things with thick handles and dozens of falls; riding crops; chains; ropes; steel tings that looked like they were designed to hitch horses to; a glass-enclosed case filled with medical devices; another just as full of dildos and vibrators – there was simply too much there for her to take in. What on earth? her mind managed as he stepped into her view.”I see you decided to take me up on my invitation, Diana,” he Ümraniye Escort said, standing before her in a pool of light that might have simply appeared above him for all her overwhelmed mind could tell. He was dressed differently than when they’d met, but it fit him. A well-loved pair of Levi’s stuffed into a recently shined pair of black leather boots, a short-sleeved shirt not quite buttoned all the way, allowing a peek at tattoos she never imagined were covering his chest in the business suit she was used to seeing him in, and a black leather vest, of all things.”Wha – what is all this?” She managed, her voice almost squeaky it came out so high. She cringed inwardly at the stutter and wondered at her complete inability to speak in the presence of this unbelievably magnetic man.”This …” an expansive gesture, a sweep of his arm encompassing the unbelievable background he stood against. “Well, you asked if I’d show you how I like to relax some time,” he answered, dark eyes glinting at some internal joke. “This is how. “Now, if you will simply trust me, I will give you an experience like none you ever dreamed of. Are you game?”How could she resist that smile, those shoulders, thick with muscle she longed to run her hands over, those hands – rough, even though he spent his days behind a desk, or those eyes – she definitely could not resist those eyes; she hadn’t been able to, even when they were interacting in a business setting. His eyes were what had drawn her to accept an invitation Ümraniye Escort Bayan for a drink. A drink that had turned into a dinner. Then two dinners. Then … But he had always been a gentleman. A peck on the cheek good night. Never even alluding to a desire for something … more. And then yesterday, he had given her a business card – an odd one, as it was black, and held only an address, printed in white on one side. Nothing else – and said, “I’d appreciate it if you’d come by at, say, six?”It wasn’t a question, the way he’d asked that. And here she was, standing in shadow looking at this amazing man, who seemed totally relaxed in what she could only think to herself was some kind of dungeon. She considered turning around right then and leaving, but something stopped her. “Will you trust me?” he asked again, his eyes seeming to bore through her, to lase every possible doubt from her mind, to reach down to her very toes and fill her with a warm desire she found almost embarrassing.She couldn’t speak, and only nodded, scared, but absolutely enthralled with the swarm of outlandish ideas careening through her mind.”Good. Then I am going to put some music on while you strip.” While I STRIP?!!? her mind almost screamed at the way he nonchalantly delivered command. While I WHAT??!!?! Yet her hands moved of their own volition, letting her purse strap slide slowly down her arm, then allowing her business coat to follow. Next, those traitorous hands began unbuttoning her blouse – Escort Ümraniye fumbling – but still still unbuttoning, even as her mind raged against her almost slavish obedience.From somewhere off in the dark, she heard him ask, “Do you like trip-hop?” in a light, almost boyish tone. She kept peeling clothing from her body – unzipping her skirt and letting it drift to the floor, bra clasps next, then panties.”Should I leave my stockings on?” she asked in a clear voice – no stutter. Her hands refused to fly to her mouth and cover it, even though she wanted to stop herself from complying.”That would be nice,” he purred in her ear. How had he gotten there without her noticing? Music that sounded almost slinky began to fill the space with lush tones as his hands found her bare skin and that traitorous skin reacted, goose bumps raising and shivers of absolute ecstasy thrilling down her spine. He’d never toucher her other than to shake her hand or give her that little, teasing peck on the cheek. And here she was, naked, absolutely enraptured by the simple caress of his calloused hands.He slid those hands down her shoulders and arms, past her hands to her thighs and then back up, caressing her hips and her sides before bringing them to meet each other at her spine, and then back down, slowly, to her ass, and back around to her hips.”I like those stockings a lot,” he murmured, as he gently but firmly guided her toward one of the pools of light half-way across the room. There was a bench there – covered in leather and with steel loops bolted to its rough wooden frame.”Wha – wha …” she tried vainly to blurt a question, but her mouth was acting as traitorously as her hands had.”Shhhh. Just trust me,” was his firm reply as he stopped her in front of the bench, which had a knee-level padded “seat”, but a padded top as well.

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Adam was in Manchester on business so he had contacted his internet buddy Chris and suggested a beer that evening. Chris had agreed and told him of a pub he knew and arranged to meet him there about seven after Chris had finished work. The two had met up and enjoyed a pint and finally meeting each other. Chris invited Adam back for a coffee and Adam accepted. On arriving back at Chris’s, Adam was greeted at the door by a wonderful vision, there was a stunning beauty dressed in a Şerifali Escort black basque black lace panties and black stockings.With his mouth open he suddenly heard a command from her lips, “come in and drop to your knees slave.” Adam was so flabbergasted he immediately complied with the request, and as he dropped to his knees he heard the door shut behind him. “You will call me Mistress Naomi”, the woman said. “Yes Mistress Naomi, Adam replied”.Before Şerifali Escort Bayan he knew what was happening he felt his glasses being removed and a blindfold being placed over his eyes and tied behind his head. He felt himself being guided to his feet and walked through into another room. He felt his shirt being removed and his hands being tied behind his back. With this he felt his trousers and boxer shorts being pulled down and his legs Escort Şerifali being lifted so he had them removed. He was completely naked. He was pushed back onto a bed and was tied a wrist too each corner of the headboard and his feet wide apart so he was spreadeagled . He felt something being applied to his cock, it appeared to be some sort of suction device and he soon felt his cock growing. He felt a lubricated finger go into his arse soon to be replaced by a butt plug which was turned to a gentle vibration. With that he started to feel extremely horny, his cock growing rapidly and hoped it pleased his Mistress.Suddenly he felt someone on the bed and he could small the hint of perfume he had noticed briefly before his senses were overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

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Note: this story was written for a competition on the General Bulletin board, it contains 10 key words that hopefully don’t detract from the story.

Kim’s heart beats a frantic rhythm beneath her heaving chest. Her nipples, standing out hard and proud atop pert breasts, dance in erratic circles, keeping time with her heartbeat and feral moaning.

~~~~~~

Kim’s father, James, was out of town for the week, leaving Kim and her stepmother at home. Ashley was just eight years older than Kim, she was pretty, smart and friendly but Kim had never really got close to her. Since her mother had died, Kim had held most people at arm’s length.

When Kim got home from high school on Friday afternoon, Ashley was sitting at the kitchen counter watching TV. Glancing at the screen she saw half a dozen midgets tumble out of a saffron limousine with gaudy calligraphy down the side. A commercial, she assumed, or a Miami Vice re-run. Ashley didn’t seem to be concentrating on the screen, though. Kim traipsed up the stairs, dropping her bag in her bedroom doorway and leaving her clothes where they fell as she changed into her jeans and T-shirt. Kim didn’t go in for dressing up and she had no plans tonight, as usual. Although she was pretty, her plain dress and shy manner kept her out of the social spotlight. She was comfortable with that, usually.

Downstairs again, the TV was off, Ashley sat, her hands clasped in her lap. “Kim, we . . . need to talk.”

Kim’s heart had sunk, oh god, what she thought to herself, mind racing over all the possibilities.

Haltingly Ashley tried to clarify, “You’re getting older now, and your father that is, we, thought that it was time we talked to you about, you know, sex.” She’d blushed, this shouldn’t have been so hard.

Kim, part relieved, part embarrassed, had watched a cloud pass over her stepmother’s face. “Do we really have to do this?”

Ashley fetched herself a glass of wine. “Well, Jim wants to talk about it. I figured it would be easier on you,” she smiled, “and me, if we could have a girl talk.”

Kim sighed and pulled up a stool, taking Ashley’s kolej escort bayan wineglass from her and sipping it. Ashley grinned at her and went to get another for herself, paused with the refrigerator open, then brought the whole bottle back to the counter. With difficulty at first, then more easily as the wine washed away inhibitions, the two women had talked. At one point, while talking about condoms, Ashley took a condom from the drawer in front of her and giggled, “I prepared for this,” reached into the drawer again and withdrew a torch. Both women dissolved into a fit of laughter as they gauged its size. With unsteady hands Ashley demonstrated how to apply the sheath, which promptly tore as it was stretched beyond its maximum over the flashlight’s catch.

“Shit,” swore Ashley, the shredded rubber in her hands. Her eyebrows raised, then a wicked glint shone in hers eyes. “Wait here, love, I’ll be right back.”

“Ta-da!” Ashley stood in front of Kim, a silver vibrator in her hand. Kim gazed at her, uncomprehending for a moment, unaware that she’d closed her eyes. Then mirth and shock stole across her in equal measures.

“Oh my god, Ash.” She laughed her eyes wide. “And you . .? Can I hold it?”

“Yes, I do,” Ashley chuckled, handing the mechanical toy to Kim, “And you can too, if you want.”

Kim sat for a moment, entranced by the shiny device. She tapped it against her signet ring and shivered as it clicked solidly. Ran her fingers along the smooth tip, and the ridged shaft. Catching Ashley’s eye on her, she laughed self-consciously and handed it back. “The condom thing?”

Ashley grinned at her. She had a feeling she was doing that quite a lot, thank you wine. The demonstration with the new condom went smoothly.

“Well, I’m exhausted. I think we can talk about things now. If there is anything else you want to know, ever, don’t be afraid to ask.” She kissed Kim on the forehead. “Goodnight love.” Leaving the wineglasses and condom-encased vibrator on the counter, she made her way up to bed. Kim stared at the vibrator for a moment before reaching Escort sihhiye for it. Upstairs she dropped the vibrator on the pillow and stripped off her clothes, climbing into bed in panties and a bra. She was asleep the instant she’d lain her head down.

Ashley awoke late the following morning. Very late, she amended when she glanced at the clock. She dragged her fingers through her hair. She’d rolled over and stroked the pillow where James’ head would usually lie. From down the hall she heard a soft noise and stopped. That must have been what woke her. She listened for a moment; there it was again. It sounded like Kim, a sort of frustrated, exasperated whimper. Climbing from the bed, she paused momentarily to survey her naked body in the mirror before tying a silk robe about it.

When Ashley reached Kim’s room, she popped her head around the door, hand raised to knock. The sight before her stopped her in her tracks. Kim was lying on the bed, covers thrown back, panties in a pile next to her as she tried to push the humming vibrator into her tight hole. Kim knocked then. “Hon?” she said, concern in her voice. Kim’s eyes flew open and stared straight into Ashley’s emerald gaze. She clamped her legs together and flung the covers back over herself. It was her turn to blush. Ashley sat on the side of the bed, not saying anything. Only the unrelenting buzzing of the vibrator broke the silence.

Ashley held out her hand. Kim looked up at her and knew. She reached beneath the covers and retrieved the toy, placing it in Ashley’s hand. Ashley shut off the little motor.

Kim whimpered, tears glistening in her eyes, “Why didn’t it work, Ash, why didn’t it feel good?”

Ashley gathered her up in her arms. “Darling, if a boy tried to rush you like that, you’d never let him touch you again. You have to work up to getting it inside you. Did you stroke yourself? Your breasts? Your belly? Your clitoris?”

Mutely Kim shook her head.

“Sometimes you’ll find yourself ready for fast rough sex, but often you’ll need to build up to penetration. And that’s the same when you’re sincan escort masturbating.” Ashley barely hesitated before she continued, “Would you like me to help you?”

“How?”

“Put your hands on mine, I’ll do to you what I do to myself, and you can follow.”

Kim lay back as Ashley kept talking. “Most of my masturbation happens in my Mind. I close my eyes and imagine something, as my hands touch my body.”

With Kim’s fingers resting on hers, Ashley reached up and ran her fingers over Kim’s eyes, closing them, trailed her fingers across her ears, pulling gently on her earrings then down her throat. One hand paused to stroke the underside of Kim’s breasts in turn, while the other worked down her side and caressed Kim’s thighs. Kim sighed as Ashley cupped her breasts through the thin bra, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Kim’s legs spread of their own volition when their hands had journeyed up her inner thighs and closer to her sex.

Ashley slipped a finger into her stepdaughter’s mouth at the same time she pressed her other hand over her young pussy. Kim gasped, then sucked on the offered finger. Her mouth was as hot and wet as she was growing between her legs. Ashley stroked her folds and dipped a finger into the juice collecting there, then focussed on her clit. She rubbed and rolled Kim’s clit as she massaged her breasts and soon discarded the bra altogether. When Kim’s legs started to draw up, Ashley reached for the vibrator, replacing her finger with the toy. She placed the shiny machine in Kim’s hand and guided her to stroke herself.

~~~~~~

She strokes her clit with the vibrator and squeezes and pulls her nipples. Breath comes in gasps and she feels the universe contracting around her. Ashley presses the vibrator inside her pussy, she feels herself filled and stretched, her other hand is guided back to her clit where she rubs furiously without any prompting. Her pussy sucks at the toy as it plunges into her, she arches her back, release imminent. Her toes curl and thighs quiver, a rising moan issues from between her lips.

“Ohhhhhh!” She screams and shudders as Ashley pushes the vibrator into her hard and deep. She feels torn and injured and fulfilled all at once as another spasm crashes over her. Her finger lays lightly on her clit, unmoving, the vibrator still pulses inside her, sliding slowly in and out as she convulses again and again.

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It had been our fantasy for some time now. Actually it was hers to start with but the more that we role-played it the more it turned me on too. At first it was mostly because of how excited she got talking about it. Her nipples would get very hard, her pussy would really start to flow and she could not keep her hands away from herself. Seeing her turned on naturally made me hard. But each time she described the scene I wanted more and more for it to happen in real life. My lover wanted to see me with another man. She wanted to see me take a hard, warm, pulsing cock deep into my mouth. But that was not all she wanted. She also wanted to see that hard cock in my ass while she watched and played with herself. She wanted it all. She wanted to be with two bi men. Doing everything that she imagined.

I have to admit it may have been my fault. I was the one who introduced her to the strap on. I had inherited a strap on from a previous marriage (See “Strap on and Me). Why did I end up with the strap on? I can’t remember exactly but perhaps it was because I was the one who really liked it. I have always had a sensitive ass. I love having my ass played with. I loved it the first time a lover put her finger in my ass and made me come immediately. As time went by it became more and more a focus in lovemaking. When I finally experienced full penetration with a strap on there was no going back. I loved it. So naturally when the marriage ended I took the strap on with me. It was only natural that I would bring it into my new relationship. It happened quite innocently. One time while my tongue was flicking lightly over her clit and two fingers were in her pussy, she mentioned that she wished she could have my cock in her at the same time. “No problem,” I said and reached into the drawer for the strap on. I Escort kolej took the dildo portion off the harness and put it into my mouth and started sucking on it to warm it up. She practically came on the spot without any further attention from me.

“Oh my god” she cried. “It looks like you are sucking a real cock”

“You are good at that, aren’t you?”

“I want to see you take it all the way into your mouth, you horny cocksucker.”

She was really getting into it. I started playing with the fake balls hanging below it as I bobbed my head up and down on the shaft.

“Here, hand me that harness” she said. “And give me the cock too”

Uh – oh, what had I done? My cock was hard as a rock and already leaking precum as she snapped the dildo back onto the strap on harness.

“Now, on your knees and suck my cock,” she demanded. “Get it nice and wet because I am going to fuck you with it”

“Yes, that’s right, you are going to suck my cock until it is nice and wet and then I am going to fuck you in the ass with it.”

“What do you think of that?

I didn’t answer her then. I got down on my knees and took the fake cock into my mouth. I coated it with my saliva as I went up and down on it. She took hold of the back of my head and forced me up and down on it until I almost gagged on it. But I got it nice and wet. Then I lay back on the bed and lifted my legs in the air and spread my ass for her. I wanted to be able to see her face as she slid the strap on into my ass. And what a sight it was. A look of pure lust was on her face as she brought the strap on to my ass and rubbed it up and down. Her nipples were sticking out like two hard points. Her face was flushed and her breasts were heaving as she pressed the dildo into me. It sihhiye escort felt so good as it entered me. She kept pushing until it was all way in and then I watched as she started to shake and shudder.

“OHHHHHHHHH it’s all the way in you. I am fucking you now with my cock. How do you like it? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I’m CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIINNNNNG!!”

Her convulsions and spasms caused the strap on to go in and out of me. And that only made her wilder. She started fucking me faster and deeper with each stroke.

“OHHHHHH I love fucking you” she exclaimed. “It feels so good to have my cock in your ass.”

“You love it don’t you?” OHHHHHHH, I am CUUUUUUMMMMIINNNNG AGAIN!!

That did it for me. The cum shot right up from my cock and landed on my mouth. I instinctively stuck out my tongue to lick it up. That sent her over the top again. It was the first time I had ever tasted my own cum. And I loved it. She wanted it too.

“I can’t believe you are licking up your cum. Give me some. I want to taste it too.”

She leaned down and kissed me deeply sharing the cum in my mouth. Then she licked up the rest from my neck, chin and chest and fed it to me. I could feel her shuddering with aftershocks as she kissed me.

Things only got better and better after that. The strap on became a regular part of our sex lives. We bought another larger one and a selection of dildos of different shapes and sizes. She named them all. The 10-inch dildo was Hank. The 6 inch one was Frank. The 8-inch strap on was Peter. And so on. We also got one that she could pump and shoot cum in my mouth. And then she started talking about seeing the real thing.

I would be on my back with her fucking me with the strap on when she would hand me one and sometimes sincan escort bayan two of the dildos.

“Hank and Frank want you to suck their cocks while I fuck you,” she would say. “Let me see you take both of them deep into your mouth while I fuck your ass deep with my cock.”

“That’s it, deep throat them”

“I love to see you with your mouth full of cock”

“C’mon, make them cum in your mouth”

” I want to see their cum running out of your mouth and down your chin”

“You know, you need a real hard hot cock in your mouth and ass, don’t you? She said. “I can watch as they slide their hot hard cocks into you”

“You want it don’t you? DON’T YOU!!”

“Yesssssssssss, I exclaimed as my cock spurted once again all over my chest and chin. “I want real cocks in my mouth and ass.”

“I want to be on my back so I can watch you play with yourself as they fuck me.”

After sharing my cum and coming back to earth after that last one, we both agreed it was time for fantasy to become reality. It was obvious that my bi-curiosity had gotten the best of me. I was ready. And so was she.

We decided that our online adult chat room was the place to look for the right man. We had already had a number of hot sessions online with bi men, each one more intense than the one before. I would be the one online and she would be sitting next to me reading along and playing with her vibrator. After one particularly hot session with a very, sexy horny bi guy, I decided the moment of truth had arrived. As we were thanking each other for the very wild online session of sucking and fucking, I asked him if he was interested in meeting in person. There was a brief pause after my request appeared on the screen and then his reply, “Fuck yes!” It looked like we had found the right one.

We agreed to exchange email pictures and discuss dates and locations. Thank goodness, he looked as good as he sounded. And he didn’t seem at all disappointed with our pictures. We finally agreed to meet in 4 weeks for a weekend together.

Stay tuned for Part 2!!

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On a normal day, Pandora was a successful woman that ruled her life and not the other way around. She controlled her basic urges by keeping busy with her day to day interests. Not wanting to deal with the drama that comes with a relationship, she chose to remain single. Although she was satisfied with her calm existence, there were times that she couldn’t hold back the need for the pleasures of the flesh. She had a number of male friends that she could turn to in times of need, but tonight was a night of extreme need, and there was only one fuck buddy that could fulfill her urge to act like the filthiest of whores around. With her pussy throbbing and already soaking wet, she called Damon, a man with urges that rivaled her own. Knowing that he would quench her need, she hoped that he was available and in the mood. On the third ring, he picked up and just the sound of his deep commanding voice had her hungry cunt salivating. “Well now…I haven’t heard from you in a while. Thought I might have been replaced,” he joked. “Replaced! You? Never!” Pandora flirted. “I’m assuming that since you called me you have a need to have all your tight, little fuck holes stretched?” he said, his voice deepening. “You do know me well, don’t you?” she purred. “Unfortunately, I had made plans with a couple friends for tonight,” Damon said. “I see,” Pandora answered disappointed. “But…I could be persuaded to change said plans…for a price,” he teased. “What’s the price?” she said warily. “My friends are coming with me,” Tunalı escort he told her. A thrill shot from Pandora’s brain straight down to her pussy; her clit tingled. Damon always knew just how to push her buttons. He had threatened the last couple of times to bring his friends with him. She always thought that he was teasing; apparently not. “What time should I expect you?” she simply asked. “After dark. You know what position I like you best in,” Damon said as he hung up. Pandora hurried to her bathroom, paying special attention to her pussy and ass. Once her body was entirely free of hair, she dried off and reached for a jar of Vaseline. Bracing her foot on the vanity, she dipped her fingers into the oily paste and rubbed it all over her fat cunt lips, making them shiny and soft. Her fingers massaged and pulled at her pussy, until her tender skin was warm and tingly, engorged with blood. She then coated her fingers in a thick layer of Vaseline. Her slender fingers circled her wrinkled anus, smearing the ointment all around. Pandora moaned. Just touching her winking asshole felt so damn good that she couldn’t help herself. She pushed her middle finger inside her sphincter, watching from the mirror, as her ass sucked her finger deeper into her horny ass. She pushed her finger inside deeper and pulled it out, just to the tip. Blood filled her clit swelling it enough so that her hood retracted. Pandora shook her head to clear the fog and pulled her finger out of her ulus escort bayan ass. Horny beyond belief now, she hoped that Damon and his friends would be over soon. She busied herself to kill time. Not bothering to get dressed, she would glance at her naked reflection each time she passed a mirror. Even her reflection looked horny; her nipples were rock hard; her chest flushed. She approached her large front room window. The sun was below the horizon now. Cars passed by with their headlights on, and Pandora, ever the exhibitionist, remained in front of the window, despite the fact that anyone passing by could see her naked body. Her heart lurched in her chest when Damon’s dark sedan pulled into her driveway. She hurried to her sitting room and climbed onto her sofa. Pandora pushed her ass up high and pressed her face into the suede fabric. She waited for him to come inside. She listened to the door open and then shut. Three very different male voices were heard talking. “So Damon, where’s this ‘ho that you said wanted plowed?” the first voice asked. “Probably in the living room with her slutty ass in the air waiting for us, Jack,” Damon answered. She listened, as the voices got closer. “What did I tell ya? Ready, willing, and able,” Damon said. “Damn! Look at all that pink,” the third voice boomed. Pandora felt a large pair of rough hands slide up her thighs, brushing her fat cunt lips. “She tastes as good as she looks, Drake. Stick that long fucking tongue Escort yenimahalle that you’re famous for deep in her juicy hole,” Damon urged. Pandora’s body shook with anticipation. She could feel his warm breath on her ass cheeks. His hands pulled her pussy open wide; his lips closer now; breath hot. His nose probed her greasy anus. She felt his strong tongue wiggle its way up her hole. All her breath left her body. His tongue went deeper and deeper, as his lips clamped around her hole and sucked her big, floppy inner lips into his mouth. “OH!” she groaned, as he sucked all the juice from her cunt. Drake tongue fucked her slit a bit longer before pulling it out of her snatch slowly. His nose tickled her pucker, as his snake like tongue slithered its way up to her quivering clit. Pandora gasped, when he flicked her nub. “Dude, don’t be so stingy with her fuck holes,” Damon laughed. “This bitch is definitely in heat. Her pussy is dripping, and believe it or not, her asshole is already lubed for us,” Drake said, rubbing his thick hard on through his jeans. Pandora didn’t know which one was Drake, but she hoped that he would eat her pussy more with his snake tongue. One of them lifted her head by the hair. She opened her eyes and looked Damon in the face. Her nostrils flared, when she noticed his naked body. He sat down with his back to the arm of the couch and pulled her face to his crotch. Keeping a tight grip on her hair with his left hand, he guided his rigid pole to her mouth with his right. Pandora eagerly wrapped her lips around his musky tool. She sucked his fat mushroom into her mouth and sucked. Her tongue laved the salty nectar that oozed out of his piss slit. He grabbed her head with his other hand, and with two handfuls of hair, he held her face still, while he fucked her mouth.

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Jason and I are now retired from our jobs, so we thought why not move somewhere warm to enjoy the rest of our lives? We do have the money to move to wherever we want, so we decided to move to a warm state, Florida. It is a beautiful state and the weather never gets to freezing which is a huge plus. Jason didn’t have to convince me at all to move here from a state that gets blue cold in the winter months. We are just about finished moving our furniture in the house. I’m relieved our house has plenty of room for all of our furniture. We finally get the furniture in the house and now comes the big fun of putting all of the beds together. This will be an all-day task getting the beds together. Jason walks in the kitchen with a big smile on his face. I smile back at him wondering why is he smiling Tunalı escort bayan known we have all of this hard work to do. “Hi honey, why are you smiling?” I ask and see a young man and a young lady walking behind Jason. “Hello,” I say. “Hello, Mrs. Turner, I’m Nathan Reece and this is my wife, Kara.” “Willow, they are our neighbors, look, they brought us an apple pie, Isn’t that nice of them?” I smile and shake their hands. The husband slightly tightens his grip on my hand and grins at me. I can’t help but notice how young they both look. I’m guessing they can’t be any older than maybe, twenty-two. Jason and I are both in our mid-forties, but I shouldn’t worry about their age, it’s not like we plan on doing anything we shouldn’t. “That is very kind Escort ulus of you, thank you. Please, have a seat at the table. Would you two like something cold to drink?” I ask and Nathan watches me walk over to the fridge. Jason sits down beside Kara and I try not to read anything into it. “Thank you Mrs. Turner, do you have any beer?” Nathan asks and I hesitate answering him thinking what if he isn’t old enough to drink? “Don’t worry Mrs.Turner, we both are at the legal drinking age. Kara is twenty-two and I just turned twenty-three,” Nathan says and I sigh in relief. I grab four millers and turn around to see Kara whispering in my husband’s ear. She looks over at me and grins. I glare at Jason and he gulps down his beer. “So, Mrs. Turner, Jason tells us you two yenimahalle escort just retired. You seem young to be retiring at your age,” Nathan says. “Oh, yes, Jason and I just retired a few months ago. That’s one great thing about owning your own family business and having five kids to run it for you.” “What? Mrs. Turner, you couldn’t have possibly given birth to five kids, your body is in great shape,” he says and winks at me. I look over at Jason to see if he is going to throw them out, but he is too busy chatting with Nathan’s wife. His wife that seems to be flirting with my husband and he seems to be enjoying it. “Mrs. Turner,” Nathan says and places his hand on mine. I look over at Nathan and I now see what appears to be a lustful look in his eyes. “Well, will you look at the time? Jason, we have a ton of work to get done,” I growl. “Oh yes, we do. Sorry to cut this visit short, but as my wife just said, we have a ton of work to get done. Maybe after we’re all settled in we can have you two over for dinner and maybe play some games,” Jason cheerfully says. We all stand up.

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I got off from work and decided to stop off at a local “meat-market” pub near work. The place was packed with scantily clad females. I had managed to score a couple of lucky hits in the club, a few month back and I was overdue another lucky strike. I grabbed a drink at the bar and tried my usual disinterested look, but no one was biting. I spied a couple of groups of young ladies and tried to work my way into their conversations by standing close by, hoping someone, maybe one, would take an interest. After trying this for several minutes, I got brazen enough to approach one very beautiful young lady who was drinking alone at the bar. I casually slid up next her and smiled. We chatted for a few minutes. She was a certified public accountant and strikingly beautiful. I zeroed in on her loneliness and being in the bar by herself. I was about to ask her to step out and get a bite to eat, when her dinner date showed up. Frustrated at having wasted about an hour and half trying to pick up a date, I decided to hit a local strip club. The neon sign outside read “table dances, ten dollars, fifty girls.” I paid the buxomly door gal the cover costs and stepped into the dark club. Lights pulsated to the heavy beat of rap music. I was immediately approached by a scantily clad waitress, who offered to seat me. I decided to avoid the “seating” and asked for directions to the men’s room. I stepped into the men’s room and relieved myself of the rum and coke I had already consumed on my quest for pussy. I had a good buzz, but I wasn’t wasted. I found a dark corner in the club, and settled back into the booth. There were girls paired off with various customers. The girls were various stages of undress. I could hear giggles in the booth next to mine and figured someone was getting very lucky. Several dancers stopped by and slid into the booth next to me, offering me a table dance, but none of them peeked my interest. Each one of my booth visitors made sure she grabbed Mr. Happy and gave him a light squeeze. “I can take care of you,” each one beckoned. I had no doubt I could get taken care of, for the right amount of money, only I wasn’t in the habit of paying money to be pleasured. I noticed a very young thin teenage-like, blonde stripper on the main stage. She seemed totally out of place, like she was just going through the motions of trying to be a tease. She gyrated her hips to the sound of the music, but didn’t really do enough dirty dancing to draw a crowd to the main stage. I sat and watched her for a few minutes, before gathering up enough nerve to step up to the stage and tip her. She was cute. Very cute. She flaunted her very young and perky breasts only inches from my face and then squatted in front of me. She pulled at the tiny strip of elastic that covered her womanly parts. I slipped a couple of folded dollars into the elastic as she placed her hand on my shoulder. “What’s your name?” she asked. Her touch was more friendly than suggestive. Escort Tunalı I liked her approach. “Scott,” I replied. I never gave my real name in a strip club, for the very same reasons the dancers used fake names. “Melissa,” she replied, squeezing my shoulder as she smiled. “But please call me Desiree, in here.” I slipped another dollar into her g-string, smiled and quickly sauntered off to my dark corner. I decided to wait on her and see if I might get lucky enough for a table dance. An hour passed and it seemed as though she had disappeared. I asked the waitress about her and was told she had left the club early. Disappointed at having struck out again, I went home. The liquor and loneliness had taken its toll. I was hugely disappointed. The next day, my apartment complex had a cookout at the pool. I pulled my grill off my patio and pool side. As I sat eating my burger, I saw this young girl, saunter out to the pool and take up a chase lounge just a few feet from her patio and across the pool from where I lived. She looked familiar. Where did I know her from? I was thinking she was probably one of the many girls from the pub, as quite a few of them seemed to live at my apartment complex. After a few moments, it dawned on me that this was the same girl I had seen at the strip club, the night before. I did my best to act cool and not tip her off that I knew her or where she worked. Several guys tried to talk with her, but she just casually brushed them off. I decided to cook a few extra burgers, figuring I might share one with some of my buddies, at the pool and if I was lucky, maybe my stripper neighbor. As luck would have it, she waded into the pool. After momentarily scanning the pool and the pool deck, she waded over close to where I was grilling. “Hey,” she called out in my direction, “I think I know you.” I turned and smiled, but didn’t say anything. “Did you have a good time last night?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied, before appending my answer. “But I didn’t see you again after we met.” “Sorry about that,” she replied, “Club rules. Can’t be seen doing anything inappropriate in the club.” I smiled. “So what would be inappropriate about a table dance?” I asked. She smiled and then suggestively said, “Come on over and I’ll show you.” I flipped a burger on the grill. “Should I bring something to eat?” I asked. “No,” she replied. “You’ll do just fine.” I thought for sure she was just playing with me. I watched as she swam to the far side of the pool, exited the water and grabbed her beach towel. She opened her patio gate and disappeared into her apartment. I placed the burgers on a plate and ran them into my apartment. A few seconds later and one of my buddies, was tapping on my patio door. I looked out and this friend excitedly pointing over towards the apartment across the pool. I looked across the pool and could see her standing naked, in the opening of her apartment patio door. ulus escort She waved and then disappeared back inside her apartment. I couldn’t walk fast enough to get around the pool. The pool gate clanged shut behind me as I stepped on to the patio. I peered in the open door to the apartment. “Are you coming in or do I need to come and get you?” she asked, standing butt-ass naked by the kitchen cut-through. I stepped in and looked around. She told me to take a seat on the couch. I did as she instructed. “How about a lap dance?” she asked. “Fine with me,” I replied, “But I don’t have any dollar bills.” “This one is on me,” she mischievously responded. “Get comfortable.” She turned up the volume on a counter top speaker. I took a seat on the couch. She stood totally nude in front of me, her hips swaying to the music, nodding her head and shoulders to the beat. My eyes were glued to her crotch. She didn’t have a stitch of pubic hair. She parted my legs with hers and stepped between them. Her slightly curly blonde hair hung lazily over her shoulders. She had perky nipples perched perfectly on top of her 36-c cup breasts. She slipped a knee on either side of my waist and proceeded to plant her totally naked body on to my lap, while gyrating her hips to the beat of the music. She took my hands and placed them on top of her breasts. Her breasts were soft and firm- au natural. I ran my thumbs over her pencil-eraser-tio-like nipples and she smiled. She slipped her hands under my t-shirt and pushed it over my head and off of me. “I love your chest,” she breathlessly whispered, running her finger tips through my chest hair. She leaned forward and circled each of my nipples with her tongue. The entire time, she was grinding on me. I didn’t know how much I could take. “I love your chest as well,” I replied, massaging her luscious breasts. She slipped off my lap and on to her knees, between my legs. She planted her mouth directly on my erection, lightly biting down, while feeling for my balls through my shorts. She slipped her hands into the waist band of my pants and pulled. I arched my back, allowing her to freely remove my shorts and my underwear. My cock was now fully exposed. She wasted no time going down on me. I couldn’t believe it. “If you keep this up,” I remarked, “I will cum.” “Then, you need to put it in me,” she breathlessly whispered. “Do you have a condom?” I asked. “You won’t need one,” she replied. “I’m on the pill and I have only been with one guy and I am clean.” She used her fingers to part her pussy, as she stood in front of me, as if I needed to inspect her. “Turn around,” I said. “I don’t do anal stuff,” she replied. I assured her I was not into anal sex, but that I just wanted to back door screw her. She turned and held her pussy lips open, as I positioned my cock at just the right place. As she settled back on to my stiff rod, and I slid my cock into her very young teenage yenimahalle escort bayan pussy. She let out a deep moan. She rode me, hard, as I held on to her hips. It didn’t take much and she was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Suddenly, she shivered, her entire body stiffening, just as a gush of feminine fluids flooded my lap. I shot my load deep into her pussy, so much so, that my semen dribbled out and on to the carpet. Then all of a sudden, she collapsed back on to my chest, letting out a deep moan. I placed my hands over her breasts as the last spurts of semen shot from me. “Oh! My! Fucking Gawd!” She exclaimed, digging her fingers into my thighs. “That was entirely inappropriate,” I remarked. “Next time, we may have to keep things more appropriate. She laughed. “I can’t do this in the club,” she said. She looked at the clock on the wall. “You have to go,” she said, “My sister will be here any second.” I used a kitchen towel to clean up, pulled on my shorts and disappeared out the same door I had entered. I sauntered, wearily and bow-legged-like, back to my apartment. I collapsed on to my bed and fell asleep. I woke about nine that night and looked out across the pool. The lights were off in the apartment where I had spent the afternoon. I tossed on some jeans and a button-down short. I decided to go out for a drive, since I was between paychecks. I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, so I decided to stop by my favorite strip club, a bad choice when one is low on cash. It didn’t take long for Melissa to find me. As she stepped into the dark corner where I had taken up temporary residence, she asked if I enjoyed my private table dance from earlier in the afternoon. I told her I was hoping for a repeat. “Be patient,” she said. She slid into the seat next to me. I slid my hand between her parted legs and slowly worked my way towards her pussy. I slipped my finger under the elastic of her t-back. She lowered her head and bit down on her lower lip. She didn’t say a word, as I probed her pussy. She arched her back and then slid out of her t-back. It didn’t take much and I was finger-fucking her into a frenzy. I unzipped my pants and she pulled on my stiff cock until I was about to cum. She slipped down in the booth and I felt her warm moist lips on my enlarged cock. Almost immediately, I shot my load right into her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop. “Are you oaky?” I asked as she sat up and smiled. I’m freaking horny,” she replied, “and I am hungry>” I was all for leaving, but she said she had to first pay her “tip outs” to the management team in order to leave- otherwise she had to stay until 2am. “How much do you owe?” I asked. “Thirty for tonight, but I still owe thirty from last night,” she said. I agreed to pay the tip outs, while she headed to the dressing room. A few minutes later, she was back and dressed in her street attire. The club manager walked us out to my car and watched as we drove off. I’m sure he was jealous and he hated to see her leave early, but there was nothing he could do. I hadn’t gone a block when she had her shirt unbuttoned and her shorts unzipped. Fortunately for me, I am a good one-handed driver. I slipped my hand into her open shorts. She didn’t have on any under garments.

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CapturedTaking one last sip of her rum & Coke, heavy on the rum, Erin handed the stack of paperwork to the tall man sitting next to her at the “Down & Dirty Dalliances” meet and greet.  As she handed the papers over the man confirmed: “And you are sure you want to do this?” Erin steeled her shoulders and looked him square in the eye responding, “Yes Sir, what is life without a little adventure now and then?” Feeling everyone’s eyes on her made her nervous and it was getting late, so with her task for the evening complete she picked up her purse from the stool next to her and left the bar striding with a sense of purpose toward her car on the far side of the parking lot.She was beyond ready or so she thought. For the past three months Erin had completed questionnaires, been interviewed, provided a medical profile and a psychological evaluation to the club’s owners to satisfy the vetting process necessary to participate in this extreme fantasy fulfillment club.  The club was very secretive and exclusive, however, there were many rumors surrounding its existence and the extreme nature of the dalliances but Erin had been told by other members that no one has ever quit the club once being admitted.  Perhaps a bit naively  Erin felt reassured by all the satisfied members about the safety factor of jumping into an adventure of this type.  Having attended several meet and greets full of those who had either been selected to participate in experiences or were waiting for their number to be drawn her confidence was high when she submitted her application. However, everyone was sworn to secrecy about what actually happens during the promised dalliance, the only information shared with her was the repeated statement: “no matter what happens, in the end, we always feel it was totally worth it.”Now, what Erin didn’t realize was that the drawing had already been held that evening and that last stack of liability waivers required for officially joining the club had been the only thing standing between her and the “adventure” of a lifetime.  Being taken by surprise had been one of her requests, and she was definitely in for a surprise.She hadn’t driven more than a block before she saw the flash of red and blue lights in her rearview mirror. “Oh shit,” she thought to herself as she realized that her breath was probably still strong with alcohol since the only drink of the night was the one she had needed to go through with all those signatures.  But she was interrupted before she could start her tried and true “officer, I can explain” routine.“Step out of the car ma’am,” was the forceful bark of the large uniformed man standing next to her car, the beam from the Maglite obscuring his identity.  Erin kolej escort complied and found herself performing the humiliating tasks of a roadside sobriety test in full view of all of the other “Down & Dirty” participants as they slowed a bit while driving past after exiting the same parking lot she had just left.  Thinking she would surely pass and be sent on her way she was startled to hear the officer firmly state, “You are going to need to come with me ma’am,” before handcuffing her and ushering her unceremoniously into the back of his cruiser with the lights still flashing.As they pulled away, Erin noticed that the windows and the divider partition were completely blacked out and she could not see anything.  Feeling the taste of panic rising in the back of her throat her heart began to race and her skin flashover with a fine coating of moisture from the fear gripping her body.  For a moment she was completely frozen in terror and then the impulse to fight took over as she started to scream and kick at the seat in front of her.  She screamed and kicked until her voice was hoarse and her legs were heavy and sore and just as she began to succumb to the exhaustion the partition lowered a few inches.“Are you about done?” the interrogative came from the front seat punctuated with a short laugh.“What is going on, where are you taking me?” was her reply.“You are guilty of DWI and are going to be punished, however, the court systems around here are way too lenient on your type – prissy, uptight housewives and all who have lawyers to get you out of everything – so we are taking things into our own hands tonight.  Buckle up babe, I promise you will return a changed woman, that is if you return.”The car sped through the night and in an hour or so came to a stop, Erin could hear muffled voices outside the car and then the door opened and she was pulled to her feet.  She was wearing a white racer back tank top, her breasts held in place only by the built-in bra and a short skirt that left little to the imagination, her ordinarily perfect hair was beginning to frizz in the warm night air and her bright pink pedicure was framed by strappy thong sandals. Before her eyes could adjust to the dimly lit parking lot a blindfold was strapped around her head and she was forcefully pushed into a chair sitting next to the cruiser.“Well she won’t get far in those shoes,” said a man with a deeper voice than the one who had driven her here. Erin heard the trunk pop open and the sound of someone rummaging through boxes, “That’s okay, I’m sure we have her size in here somewhere.”“Now hold still,” another voice said. “This won’t hurt a bit, we get to that later!”Erin felt her sihhiye escort bayan sandals being removed and thick socks slid over her feet and up to her ankles, then she felt the sneakers being placed her her feet and the laces being tightened and tied.“Nice and snug, not as fun as the knots we’ll be tying you into later though!”As Erin attempted to make sense of what was happening to her she was pulled back up to her feet the skirt she was wearing was removed and a heavy leather strap was placed around her waist like a belt and a different skirt resembling a white tennis skirt was wrapped around her. Once the skirt was in place the metal cuffs were removed from her aching wrists and each hand was slipped through slashes on the side of the skirt and tucked into the pouches hanging from either side of the leather strap and secured at the wrists, with the final result making it appear at first glance as if her hands were sewn into her pockets.   “Now walk forward.”Erin couldn’t see and with her arms tethered it was difficult to maintain her balance but she took a few tentative steps forward as the two men glanced at each other to communicate how much they were enjoying her struggle.  “How far do I have to walk?” she asked.“300 miles Erin, 300 miles…” was the simultaneous response.Before she could ask any more questions the men slid a plastic device into her mouth that held her jaw in place so that she could only make the faintest of mumbling and moaning sounds.InitiatedThe trio continued walking along a loose gravel path for what seemed like hours. Erin could feel the burning sensation of lactic acid building up in her legs as the fatigue began setting in.  She had closed her eyes behind the blindfold and had felt herself begin to nod off from the exhaustion and disorientation created by this sensory deprived forced hike.  Stumbling a few times she had already skinned her knees and elbows as her captors caught her just a split second before any real damage could be done.“Here is our first stop,” said the man with the deeper voice. “Let’s get you inside and uncomfortable shall we?”The men had to carry Erin up the steps into the rustic cabin and did not waste any time once they were inside.  Her hands were released from the leather pouches just long enough for her top to be removed and the skirt unwrapped from around her waist.  The men picked her up and placed her face down on a padded surface, her arms were further held against her sides with an additional leather strap and her legs stretched out behind her and spread so far apart she feared that one or both of her hips might come loose from the socket.  She was nearly too tired to process Escort sincan the pain that had started to creep into her limbs from being locked down into this position.With the roar of pain in her ears, Erin could barely hear the door open and quickly lost count of how many pairs of footsteps she heard walk in.  “All of you have been invited here tonight to participate in the sentencing of this scofflaw and to enjoy planting the seeds of justice to remind this lady that it is better to follow society’s rules,” was the call to order ringing out from the arresting officer.  “This woman was observed exiting Remy’s Tavern where the infamous ‘Down and Dirty Dalliances’ club was meeting, she smelled of rum, she was clearly guilty. I call upon all those assembled here to serve justice in this matter.”“We find her GUILTY and will plant the seeds of justice!” was the boisterous response of the men gathered in the cabin. She then heard the unmistakable sound of the men removing their belts.SMACK – the sound echoed through the room as the first belt landed on Erin’s right buttock. SMACK – another strike landing on the left, with the plastic device still firmly wedged against her teeth her throat burned with the silent screams muffled before they could escape her lips.  The striking continued, welts rising from her shoulders to her ankles until each participant had their turn.  The room was spinning and Erin felt as if she was falling although she was firmly attached to the surface of whatever type of furniture they had secured her to.  The next thing she knew she was being carried back out of the cabin and placed into a wagon.Any Port in a StormHer body was throbbing and she could feel the burn of her skin as the sheet covering her rubbed against the welts with each bump in the path.  She could smell her own scent but did not smell or feel any indication that the men had taken any sexual liberties with her while she was unconscious.  It briefly flashed through her mind that she wasn’t sure if that was good news or not, from all of the “plant the seeds of justice” references before the beating – she was expecting to wake up dripping with semen.  The heat from the sun was mostly reflected by her covering, however it was growing uncomfortably warm in the wagon which lulled her back to sleep before she could linger on that thought too long.    “We are making good time, at this rate we will be to the next stop by sunset.”Erin was startled awake by the female voice coming from one of the two bicycles pulling the wagon along the trail.“They promised her 300 miles… Can’t do that on foot the whole way if you want this done over a three day weekend. In fact, if we might want to consider making more time to rest at lunch…” another female voice stated as she urged the other cyclist to pick up the pace a little.Erin floated between consciousness and unconsciousness for the rest of the trip, waking fully only to accept the water and nutrition shake offered to her through a straw at lunch time.

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I had just gotten off work one Friday back in June and I was looking forward to the weekend. I had just bought a new propane grill and was anxious to fire it up for the first time. I went to my usual grocery store to buy the things I needed for tomorrow’s dinner–steak, baby red potatoes, corn on the cob. But as I got to shopping, I found that they didn’t have what I wanted in steaks. So I went to another grocery store a little out of my way, to see if they had the steaks I wanted. I didn’t ordinarily use this particular store, so I had to look around a bit to find what I wanted. With some decent rib-eyes in hand along with some spices to make my marinade, I went up to the check-out line to pay for it and head on home. As I waited in line to check out, I noticed that ahead of me was a blonde woman, about twenty-one years old and quite pregnant. She got up to the register and as she was checking out, she realized she didn’t have enough money to pay for the few things she wanted. I could see she was embarrassed about not being able to pay for her things. She apologized several times for making the cashier void some of the purchase. Then she took the four or five things she did actually buy and tried to rush out of the store before she was embarrassed any further.Since I only had a couple of items, I quickly paid for them then as a gesture of kindness I told the cashier to ring up what they woman ahead of me couldn’t get. The cashier smiled, knowing what I was doing and quickly rang up the other things. I put them all in two separates bags–mine and hers–and walked out of the store hoping to catch her. Well, she was sitting at the bus stop in front of the store and she was alone. Perfect! I thought. I wouldn’t embarrass her by giving her the rest of her things. I walked up and sat down next to her. The woman was sitting there with her head in her hands, obviously distraught.”Excuse me, but I was behind you in the store. I want you to have the things you couldn’t get in there. Here you go,” I said. She looked up at me surprised. Then we both got a surprise.”KELLY?” I said in shocked surprise. “Kelly Richards? Is that you?””Oh fuck! What else can go wrong today?” she said, turning away and hiding her face again.”What’s wrong, Kelly?” I asked concerned. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face me.”I’m sorry Mark, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. It’s just things have been going pretty shitty for me lately. I came to this store to try to buy some things I needed and chose this store because I hoped I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew.” She looked down at her extended belly.Kelly and I Escort Gölbaşı had gone through high school together and even dated a couple of times, although it never went anywhere. Then I went off to trade school and she went off to some Christian college. You see, Kelly comes from a very strict religious background with her father a pastor in one of the local churches and her mother is high in the women’s church circle. “Well, it’s alright Kelly. I don’t usually come to this store myself, except that they didn’t have any decent steaks at my usual store today, and I was wanting to grill some steaks tomorrow. I got a new propane grill and wanted to try it out.”Mmm, that sounds good Mark,” she said. I could see by the looks of her that Kelly hadn’t had a really good meal in a while. Kelly always looked really good in school, but now she was looking kind of ragged and worn.”Say, Kelly, if you don’t have anything going on, why don’t you come back to my place and have dinner with me? I mean we won’t be having steaks–I still have to get the propane for the grill–but we could get a couple of pizzas or Chinese food or something. It would give us a chance to catch up also.””I’d like that. It’s been a long time since I had pizza and I always loved it. Thank you, Mark, for the invitation and for this,” she said holding up the bag of groceries.”Good, then it’s settled. Wait here and I’ll go get my car. Be right back,” I said, then headed off to my car at a trot. I wanted to get back to her before the bus came by and she changed her mind. I had no way to contact her and it was just dumb luck I bumped into her today.I pulled up to the bus stop and she was still sitting there. I got out and came around to open the door for her. “Still just as sweet and gentlemanly as ever,” she said, smiling at me.”Manners never go out of style,” I said as I seated her and shut her door. We headed out of the parking lot and I turned the car towards home. “So do you still live over on Maple Avenue like before?” she asked.”No, I moved out of there when I went to trade school. Mom and Dad live in Florida now, so I got a place over in Oakview Subdivision now,” I said.”Ooh, that’s a nice area, Mark!””How about you? Where are you calling home these days?” I asked.”I live… I live in the Brookstone apartments downtown,” she said. Yeah, I knew of the Brookstone apartments. They were the low-income housing and while they weren’t as bad as some, just telling people that you lived there put a stigma on you with most people. I could see she didn’t want to admit to it either, but at this point, she Keçiören escort was past the embarrassment stage. Our conversation lagged at that point. I didn’t really know what to say. It was plain that Kelly had been through some rough times and was down on her luck now. And I didn’t know how to tactfully ask her about it. I figured if she wanted to tell me she would. Besides, we were almost home anyway. Kelly looked out the car window at all the houses and the tree-lined sidewalks as we got close to my house.My neighborhood would be classified as upper-middle class, I guess. It wasn’t the “rich part of town” by any means, but there were nice single-family homes here with good-sized yards. People here drove decent cars, and the place was clean and friendly.We reached my house and I pulled into the driveway, clicking the remote to open the garage door and pulling inside. I opened her car door for her and helped her to stand. Then we took our groceries inside. Kelly didn’t have anything that needed refrigeration, so I just put her things on the table and put my own things away. Looking into the living room I saw Kelly looking around in amazement. “How about a tour of the place?” I asked. “Yes,” she said and I took her hand to give her the grand tour. After showing her around, we ended up back in the living room.”Would you like something to drink, Kelly? I have soda, beer, or water.””I’ll have a soda. I can’t drink, you know,” she said, patting her belly.”Of course. No problem, I’ll be right back.” I went into the kitchen and brought back two sodas.As we sat drinking our sodas, I asked her, “So how far along are you?””Almost eight months now. It’s getting hard to do the things I need to do to. Just going to the grocery store today was exhausting. It’s been really hard lately. It was so nice of you to invite me to dinner–I wasn’t looking forward to cooking on top of everything else.”I wasn’t going to get a better segue than this, so I took advantage of it. “So tell me, Kelly, What’s been going on with you since high school? What have you been doing?””How much time have you got?” she asked sarcastically. Then she began telling me all that had happened to her since our days together at Westside High School. I learned that, when she’d gone off to college and was out from under her parents’ thumbs, she went a little bit wild. Her parents wanted her to live on campus in the dorms where the house parents could keep an eye on her, but she didn’t like all the rules they had. So she got a job to earn some extra money and that, plus what her parents gave her, allowed Kızılay escort bayan her to get a small place with a couple of other girls off-campus. Well, three girls living off-campus is bound to spell trouble and it wasn’t long before they found themselves at a party for a neighboring college. Alcohol was in abundance and Kelly, not used to that devil drink liquor, soon found herself feeling less than inhibited. She became involved in a game of Truth or Dare and before she knew it, she was in one of the bedrooms and under one of the male partygoers. Apparently, she had done pretty well with him too, because another and then another went for a ride on the blonde hottie, and by the end of the night, she’d pleasured and been pleasured by five of the male guests and one girl who couldn’t resist trying her first lesbian experience.It wasn’t long after the party that she started feeling sick. She thought she just caught a cold or maybe the flu, but when she went to the doctor complaining of throwing up and feeling sick, she found out it wasn’t the flu she caught but something a lot more serious and long-lasting.She was pregnant.Now she was caught between a rock and a hard place. Either she would have to tell her parents she was pregnant, in which case they would flip out, or she would have to get an abortion, and being a pastor’s daughter they would flip out even worse about that.She was raised absolutely pro-life and the idea of having an abortion was unthinkable. So either way, she was literally and figuratively fucked.So she summoned up the courage to tell her parents–after all this wasn’t something that she could hide, and it damned sure wasn’t going to just go away. Being devout Christians and high in the church order, they reacted just as she thought they would. Her father immediately dropped all support for her college education saying things like “Whores don’t need a degree!” With no money for college or even to pay for rent and food, Kelly was forced to give up her part of the apartment. She packed up her suitcase and was able with her last paycheck from work to buy a bus ticket back home. There she found that her parents didn’t want her or the baby around, and so she found a menial job as a waitress which paid enough for rent on a small dumpy place and she ate meals at the restaurant because the boss lady took pity on her.Eventually, she was able to get on state aid and she could move into Brookstone, which was nicer and roomier than her econo-dump. She was able to start seeing a doctor for herself and the baby, and her small wages at the restaurant didn’t interfere with her aid. So things improved a bit. But she knew it wouldn’t last and finally, she got so far along in her pregnancy that she couldn’t work anymore and now was purely on state aid.”Damn Kelly, I’m sorry. That’s got to be tough on you,” I said, mainly because I couldn’t think of anything more intelligent to say.

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