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Avertissement : Ce récit raconte la déchéance et la soumission sexuelle d’une mère de famille. Si vous n’aimez pas ce genre de récits, fermez cette histoire.

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Nous avions maintenant une routine matinale bien rodée. Si bien que Christine trottait vers la voiture avec une jupe la plus mini qu’elle n’ait jamais porté. Elle était consternée mais j’avais insisté. Le haut de ses bas blancs était presque visible quand elle marchait. Et lorsqu’elle s’assit, la jupe ne cacha rien de ses jambes.

Une fois encore, elle ne portait pas de soutien-gorge et j’avais titillé ses mamelons afin de les faire durcir. Ils pointaient sous le chemisier bleu légèrement ouvert sur ses gros seins.

Le soutien-gorge blanc que j’avais dans la main avait une ouverture sur le devant et mettait sa poitrine en valeur. C’est pour cela que je l’avais choisi lorsque nous étions partis faire les magasins. Nous avions pris aussi le petit string blanc qu’elle portait sous sa jupe noire.

Le trajet fut silencieux, ma belle-mère se demandant ce que je lui préparais aujourd’hui.

Après être arrivés sur le parking et garés à notre place habituelle, je coupai le moteur et lançai :

– Allez salope, enlève ton chemisier et vas à l’arrière.

Elle ouvrit la porte pour sortir mais je l’arrêtai :

– Attend! Tu enlèves ton chemisier, tu le laisses sur le tableau de bord et ensuite tu passes derrière.

Elle me regarda brièvement avant de retirer sa chemise et la laisser. Je la regardai se glisser sur le siège arrière, torse nu. Je descendis la vitre à côté d’elle et je lui dis :

– Tu écartes tes jambes et tu en passe une par la fenêtre.

Elle se pencha en arrière, passa sa jambe gauche par la fenêtre et appuya la droite sur le dos de mon siège.

– Quelle vue! dis-je en tendant la main et caressant sa fente avec deux doigts.

Puis en prenant un gode dans la boite à gants j’ajoutai :

– Avant que Marc arrive, tu vas pouvoir te préparer tu ne crois pas?

– Oui Maître je vais le faire.

Elle prit le gode violet, écarta son petit string avec le bout pointu pour faciliter son passage. Je regardai Christine baiser sa chatte et tordre ses mamelons jusqu’au bruit familier de pneus sur le gravier. Marc se gara à sa place habituelle et sortit de sa voiture avec un grand sourire.

– Passez derrière moi et toi putain, continue!

En faisant référence à la vue qu’il avait à 8h30 du matin il dit :

– Encore un accueil parfait.

Je dis à Christine :

– Salope, laisse tomber le gode.

Puis je demandai à Marc en souriant :

– Maintenant que cette pute se concentre sur ses tâtons, peut-être voulez-vous utiliser vos doigts et votre langue à bon escient.

Il s’agissait d’augmenter encore le contrôle et l’humiliation de ma belle-mère en permettant son assistant de toucher ses parties les plus intimes non seulement avec ses doigts mais aussi avec sa langue.

– Je veux bien.

Ce fut la réponse de Marc qui tendit sa main vers l’ouverture humide de la femme. Ses doigts glissèrent entre les plis charnus et disparurent à l’intérieur du vagin. Ensuite il plongea la tête afin de prendre le mamelon droit dans sa bouche. En rythme, il doigta la chatte à coups énergiques, tout en suçant et mordillant le téton sensible. Christine aimait cela, un gémissement profond sortant de sa bouche.

Après trois ou quatre minutes, il enleva ses doigts et trouva le clitoris en écartant les lèvres humides et charnues de ma belle-mère. Il plongea sa tête vers le bas et donna quelques coups de langue sur le petit bouton.

– OHHHHH! cria Christine la tête en arrière tout en jetant son bassin en avant. Un orgasme approchait.

Marc leva la tête, regarda Christine et dit :

– Les collègues et moi avions raison de penser que vous aviez une chatte d’enfer. S’ils savaient……

En riant, il retourna manger le sexe de sa patronne.

Ses paroles m’indiquèrent que ma belle-mère était une source de bavardage masculin. Avec ses seins énormes et son physique épanoui de femme de 40 ans, j’aurais été surpris que les hommes l’ignorent.

Je fus sorti de mes pensées par le cri de jouissance de Christine. Le visage de Marc, encore plongé entre ses cuisses, reçu le jus de la femme.

Puis il releva la tête. Je pus voir la moiteur de son visage souriant Erzincan Escort et je sus qu’elle avait déclenché un torrent sur lui. Il remit deux doigts dans son vagin, le pouce de sa main titillant le clitoris. Puis, se rendant compte que deux doigts ne suffisaient pas à remplir ce trou humide, il ajouta un troisième puis un quatrième doigt et pilonna avec force son sexe.

Je regardai l’heure et vis que nous avions encore largement le temps. Bien que connaissant déjà la réponse, je demandai :

– Marc? Voulez-vous qu’elle vous suce? – Oh oui, pourquoi pas! Répondit-il en sortant sa main pour l’amener à sa ceinture et braguette.

Je dis :

– Sors de la voiture salope! et vous Marc mettez-vous à sa place

– Mais…….. Commença ma belle-mère avant que je la coupe.

– Tais-toi et sors de la voiture salope! Et ne cache pas tes seins.

Elle ouvrit la porte et sortit tout en remontant et rajustant son string et sa jupe. Elle essaya de sa cacher autant que possible derrière la voiture. Marc s’installa, le pantalon autour des chevilles, son membre grossissant rapidement entre ses jambes.

– Suce sa bite. Ordonnai-je

Christine vint se placer devant la porte ouverte puis se pencha, prenant la bite de Marc dans sa bouche et commença hâtivement la fellation.

– Tu as de la chance que nous soyons dans un coin de parking caché par une haie. Mais la prochaine fois que tu essaies de te plaindre, je te mets à genoux au milieu du parking pour sucer des bites. As-tu compris pute idiote?

– Mummmppph, mummmmph. Marmonna-t-elle la bouche pleine.

Je sortis de la voiture et vint derrière Christine. Marc me regardait, se demandant ce que j’allais faire. Je soulevai la jupe de la femme et tirai son string humide vers le bas, jusqu’au niveau des genoux. Puis je dis :

– Ecarte les jambes!

Elle m’obéit immédiatement en faisant glisser ses pieds sur le gravier. Alors j’introduis brutalement mon sexe dans sa grotte humide et je commençai à la pilonner durement.

Lorsque Marc gicla dans sa gorge, ils avaient déjà 10 minutes de retard et on pouvait entendre, derrière la haie, les employés se rendant aux bureaux. Christine avait abandonné le sexe de son collègue. La bite reposait sur la cuisse droite de l’homme, collante et recouverte de salive. Ma belle-mère gémissait aussi silencieusement que possible. Au bout de 10 minutes, elle jouit. Ils avaient maintenant 20 minutes de retard. 5 minutes plus tard, ce fut mon tour, j’éjaculai dans son sexe. Puis rapidement je me penchai afin de tirer son string sur ses fesses puis je lui dis de remettre ses vêtements.

Une fois qu’elle fut habillée, je lui demandai de soulever sa jupe afin de me montrer sa culotte.

– Bon, ta culotte étant pleine, tu peux aller travailler.

Alors que Christine et son assistant s’éloignaient vers sa voiture je me suis souvenu de la caméra. Je criai :

– Hé Marc! Pouvez-vous prendre ce matériel et l’installer. J’appellerai ma pute à midi.

Je lui tendis la webcam et je les regardai partir avec presque une demi-heure de retard.

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A midi, je téléphonai à Christine. Elle répondit dès la première sonnerie.

– Alors ma pute, passes tu une bonne journée?

Je savais qu’elle n’aimait pas être traitée comme une chienne mais moi j’adorais. Elle me dit :

– Pas vraiment maître. Monsieur MULLER, mon directeur, m’a reproché d’être en retard. Il a essayé de me joindre à propos d’un gros dossier pour un client important. Comme je suis arrivée avec Marc, j’ai menti en disant qu’il était venu me chercher car ma voiture était tombée en panne.

Je n’étais pas vraiment intéressé par son discours mais l’idée me vint que je pourrais peut-être l’humilier avec l’aide de son patron.

– As-tu aimé mentir à ton patron avec une culotte dégoulinante de foutre?

– Non maître. Surtout que je pouvais sentir l’odeur de votre sperme.

– Bon, peut-être que ton patron ne s’est rendu compte de rien. Dis-je en riant.

– Je l’espère. Répondit-elle doucement.

– Quoi qu’il en soit, allume la webcam que je puisse te voir.

Le matériel que j’avais acheté m’avait couté cher. J’espérais qu’il me donne une image parfaitement claire lorsque nous serions connectés. Deux minutes plus tard, une image parfaite du bureau de Christine remplit mon écran d’ordinateur. Erzincan Escort Bayan La qualité d’image était à la hauteur du prix payé. Et une fois que je fis dire à Christine qu’elle était une sale pute, je fus encore plus impressionné par la qualité du son.

Le choix de son emplacement par Marc était parfait. La caméra était dans un endroit discret m’offrant une vue sur tout le bureau de Christine.

M’installant confortablement dans mon siège je dis :

– Appelle Marc, je tiens à le remercier pour ce travail.

Je la regardai poser le téléphone sur le bureau et aller ouvrir la porte.

– Marc? Puis-je vous voir un instant s’il vous plait.

Je l’entendis parfaitement et je la regardai retourner s’asseoir alors que Marc fermait la porte derrière lui.

– Donne le téléphone à Marc et déboutonne ton chemisier afin de sortir tes seins de ton soutien-gorge.

Elle tendit le téléphone à son assistant, déboutonna son chemisier et souleva ses seins énormes, les dénudant.

– Merci d’avoir installé la caméra Marc, c’est très bien fait. Ma pute va vous remercier pour cela. Donnez-lui le téléphone s’il vous plait. Demandai-je.

Avant de raccrocher, je dis à ma belle-mère :

– Sur le côté droit de ton ordinateur, il y a maintenant une boite de chat. Tu vas l’ouvrir et la garder ouverte toute la journée. Désormais nous communiquerons avec cet outil.

Je la regardai ouvrir le logiciel avec sa souris. Je tapai :

« Maintenant tu vas faire une fellation à Marc en remerciement de l’installation de la webcam. Tu lui demanderas d’éjaculer sur ta poitrine. Ensuite tu pourras ranger tes seins et vous pourrez recommencer à travailler tous les deux. As-tu compris soumise? »

« Oui Maitre » fut sa réponse courte.

En reculant son fauteuil elle dit à son collègue :

– Marc, pouvez-vous vous asseoir sur le bureau en face de moi afin que je puisse vous sucer en paiement de l’installation du matériel informatique.

Je l’observai ouvrir la braguette puis pêcher la queue dans le caleçon, qui fut en érection dans les instants suivants. Christine le suça rapidement avec des mouvements de la tête de haut en bas de son membre.

Tous deux étaient très nerveux à l’idée d’être surpris mais cela avait peu de chance d’arriver étant donné qu’il était l’heure du déjeuner.

La fellation dura une bonne quinzaine de minutes avant que Marc avertisse qu’il allait éjaculer. Christine laissa la bite le temps de relayer mes instructions :

– Ejaculez sur mes seins s’il vous plait Marc.

Elle laissa retomber sa tête sur le sexe tendu et titilla le gland avec sa langue et sa bouche humide tout en branlant la base du membre avec sa main.

Quelques instants plus tard, Marc la repoussa et gicla par trois fois sur le milieu de sa poitrine, le reste de l’éjaculation tombant malheureusement pour elle sur sa jupe.

Une fois qu’il eut fini, elle le nettoya soigneusement avec sa langue puis lui demanda de partir. Elle remit ses seins dans son soutien-gorge, reboutonna son chemiser et retourna au travail.

Je tapai dans le chat :

« Ne te nettoie pas de la journée »

Je la regardai taper sa réponse sur le clavier :

« Oui Maître »

Je l’épiai tout au long de la journée. Elle eut quelques réunions avec son patron pour des histoires de prix et elle fut obligée de quitter son bureau pour aller voir ses collaborateurs. Peut-être que je devrais faire installer plus de caméras afin de pouvoir couvrir l’immeuble. Je verrais bien plus tard.

A trois heures de l’après-midi, j’écoutai ma belle-mère qui était au téléphone avec son patron pour arranger une réunion dans son bureau à 16h00. J’étais surpris du nombre de réunions qu’elle avait avec son boss si bien que me vint toutes sortes d’idées vicieuses à exploiter. Dès qu’elle reposa le téléphone je tapai dans le chat :

« A quatre heures moins le quart, tu appelleras Marc et il ne devra pas quitter ton bureau avant d’avoir déchargé une autre fois sur tes seins. »

Elle répondit instantanément :

« Mais M. MULLER vient à quatre heures… »

Je tapai rapidement :

« Fais le ou demain ça sera pire. »

Elle réfléchit quelques minutes puis pianota :

« Oui Maître »

Christine était maintenant complétement sous mon contrôle. J’avais mon jouet sexuel Escort Erzincan et je débordai d’idées.

A 15h45, ma belle-mère appela son assistant. Dès que la porte se referma, elle se jeta sur lui :

– Il faut que vous soyez rapide Marc, je n’ai pas beaucoup de temps. Vous ne pouvez pas quitter ce bureau avant d’avoir encore giclé sur mes seins.

Elle lui arracha presque son pantalon.

– Bon sang! Dit-il alors qu’elle enfourna rapidement son sexe encore flasque dans sa bouche.

J’observai ma soumise, aspirant et branlant comme une folle la bite de Marc. Elle savait qu’elle avait peu de temps alors elle s’appliquait pour faire jouir son collaborateur. Cinq minutes avant quatre heures, Marc lui dit qu’il allait éjaculer. Mais Christine n’était pas prête. Dans sa hâte elle avait oublié de sortir ses seins alors elle s’acharnait sur les boutons de son chemisier.

Marc, le visage crispé, protesta :

– Je ne vais pas pouvoir tenir longtemps encore.

– Deux secondes s’il vous plait!

Alors qu’elle enlevait le dernier bouton, Marc éjacula sur les seins et le soutien-gorge, les recouvrant d’une bonne quantité de sperme

– Arghhhh! Désolé! Dit-il en secouant sa bite.

– Pas grave. Dit-elle en se redressant afin de rejoindre son bureau pendant que Marc se rhabillait.

J’observai Christine alors qu’elle lisait le message que je venais de lui envoyer :

« Ne remet pas les boutons du haut de ton chemisier et attend ton patron »

« Oui Maître »

Moins d’une minute après que Marc eut quitté le bureau, M. MULLER arriva.

Je savais que son prénom était Francis. Il donnait l’impression d’être puissant et riche. Il avait 60 ans environ, mesurait près de 1m80 et paraissait très tonique. Je devinais qu’il devait entretenir sa forme souvent. Il était marié car il portait une alliance et était bien habillé. Pendant une vingtaine de minutes, la conversation fut pénible. Ils parlèrent de grosses affaires qu’avaient traitées Christine dans de très bons délais. Tout le temps, le patron flatta ma belle-mère en lui indiquant que ses capacités étaient importantes pour la société.

Il lui demanda de lui montrer quelque chose sur l’écran tout en passant derrière elle. Je pouvais voir que son regard n’allait pas à l’écran mais plutôt au décolleté de Christine. Il jetait aussi de rapide coup d’œil à ses cuisses dévoilées par la jupe trop courte. Je sus que ça l’intéressait lorsqu’il se rassit et demanda à Christine de sortir un dossier client. Il l’observa attentivement lorsqu’elle quitta nerveusement son bureau pour se diriger vers le classeur dans le coin du bureau.

Elle ouvrit le troisième tiroir du bas, ajustant ses pieds afin de ne pas se pencher directement devant son patron. Mais sa jupe était si courte que le haut de ses bas ainsi que le début de ses fesses étaient visibles.

Francis l’avait vu aussi et, pendant que Christine était tournée, il saisit son entrejambe et réarrangea sa bite gonflée dans son pantalon. Leur réunion dura encore quarante minutes et se termina à cinq heures moins le quart. Le patron n’arrêtait pas de reluquer les seins et les jambes de son employée.

Avant son départ, il se tourna vers Christine et lui dit :

– J’aime vraiment vos nouvelles tenues de cette semaine. Elles mettent votre…. silhouette en valeur.

Timidement et gênée, ma belle-mère répondit :

– Merci Monsieur MULLER.

– Et je crois que vous avez renversé quelque chose sur votre chemise. Dit-il en montrant du doigt sa propre poitrine.

Encore une fois, complétement embarrassée Christine répondit :

– Oh oui désolé, j’ai renversé mon repas un peu plus tôt.

Elle se détourna en essayant de cacher le sperme entre ses seins.

Alors que nous rentrions à la maison je décris à Christine comment il la lorgnait. Elle me confirma qu’elle l’avait remarqué. Elle me dit aussi qu’il avait la réputation de reluquer toutes les femmes de sa société.

Je gardais cette information dans ma tête tout en commençant à réfléchir comment je pourrais mettre ma belle-mère dans une situation difficile avec son patron.

Cette nuit-là, alors que Christine me suçait, je téléphonai à Marc pour lui dire que demain matin la surprise serait dans le bureau de sa patronne. En entendant cela, ma soumise ne sourcilla pas et avala entièrement le foutre que je lui giclais dans la gorge.

A suivre….

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Traduit avec l’aimable autorisation de l’auteur “MILowner”

Amis lecteurs, ces récits sont là pour votre plaisir alors n’oubliez pas que commentaires ou votes sont les bienvenus. Merci.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Le bar est maintenant officiellement vendu, l’acte avec ses péripéties n’est qu’un souvenir de plus.

Quelques jours se sont écoulés sans aucune nouvelle de nos successeurs. J’espère que ça va durer, bien que je ne me fais pas d’illusions!

Il faut que je précise qu’avec la vente du bar, nous avions décidé, mon mari et moi, de nous installer au Portugal. Mon chéri est donc parti pour trouver un terrain et faire construire une maison. J’ai dû rester ici en raison de mon engagement avec les acheteurs du bar.

Nous sommes mardi matin je me prépare pour sortir en ville, j’ai rendez-vous chez le garagiste. Mais je reçois un texto, je suis très surprise et en même temps angoissée à la lecture de celui-ci.

– Bonjour salope, j’espère que tu es en forme, car tu as un rendez-vous à 14h00 à l’hôtel courte- paille chambre 21, en robe décolletée au raz du cul avec talons. Tu m’envoies une photo avant de partir!

– En quel honneur? Je ne vois pourquoi j’irai à l’hôtel, je ne suis pas une pute!

– Écoute-moi bien, tu as accepté de travailler pour nous et je ne pense pas que ton mari apprécierait le crédit que tu as fait. Alors tu te bouge le cul!

– C’est bon j’ai compris, mais sortir en ville comme ça c’est limite…

– Pourquoi? C’est pas assez dénudé? Faites attention tu risques d’avoir des surprises!

Pendant toute la fin de matinée je réfléchis, j’hésite, mais je prends néanmoins une douche revigorante. En sortant de la cabine je me regarde dans le miroir, j’aime beaucoup mon reflet, je rêve, je m’excite toute seule je me pince les tétons, c’est tellement bon. Je suis toujours nue, je regarde ma robe, elle est tellement légère que c’est un véritable plaisir. Je ne la sens pas sur moi. C’est décidé j’y vais, je suis trop excité, il me faut un homme!

Il est 13h45 je suis amplement dans les temps, quelques minutes plus tard je me gare sur le parking de l’hôtel. Il n’y a pratiquement personne à cette heure. Je me sens légère tout en marchant, mes tétons tendent le tissu, ils sont tellement durs. Je les pince vite fait, ça m’excite, je sens mouiller, je me traite de putain je suis bien.

Je m’arrête devant la chambre 21, j’hésite brièvement. Je toque à la porte. Une voix me dit d’entrer. Un homme est assis sur le bord du lit en train de téléphoner. Je suis surprise car je le connais. Il a essayé à plusieurs reprises de me draguer, sans succès. Il a un petit sourire, il a bien vu que je l’ai reconnu.

Je m’avance au milieu de la pièce. Il m’arrête je le regarde. Il me fait signe de tourner sur moi-même. Je remarque qu’il me prend en photo, mais ça m’est égal, j’ai l’habitude. Mon petit tour effectué, il me fait déshabiller. Je le regarde, troublée. Ça m’excite tellement de me montrer, je me sens brûlante.

Je le vois se lever, je remarque immédiatement la grosse bosse sur le devant de son pantalon. Il vient se coller dans mon dos, je sens sa bite si dure contre mes fesses, ses mains quant à elles partent à la découverte de mes seins. Il trouve facilement mes tétons qu’il commence à pincer délicatement. Et comme j’aime ça, je laisse aller totalement.

Me voyant si réceptive, Erzincan Escort il me pince de plus en plus fort. Ses ongles pénètrent ma peau m’arrachant un hurlement. Me voyant défaillir de plaisir, il écrase mes seins contre le bureau pendant que sa queue me pénètre en force et m’encule violemment. Mon anus est complètement dilaté. Il y met toute sa hargne, il veut me punir, me faire mal, sûrement pour avoir ignoré ses tentatives de drague. Contre toute attente, je sens ses boules taper en cadence mon cul. Ohh c’est tellement bon!!

Il continue pendant un bon moment. Il sort totalement de mon cul pour y replonger de toutes ses forces. Mais bientôt, il ne peut plus se retenir et je le sens se vider dans mon trou dévasté de plaisir.

Allongé dans le lit, il me demande alors de nettoyer sa bite, ce que je m’empresse de faire en suçant au mieux son imposant engin.

Au moment de nous quitter il me glisse a l’oreille :

– Tu vois, ça a du bon que tu sois là comme la putain du bar. Avec quelques billets, je te baise comme je veux. Normalement, je n’aurais jamais pu t’approcher!

Quelques minutes plus tard je monte dans ma voiture le sourire aux lèvres. Je suis pratiquement revenue en centre-ville malgré les bouchons, quand je reçois un appel de Marc. J’ouvre mon téléphone en me demandant bien ce qu’il me veut.

– Alors il parait que tu es la reine du cul. Je viens de voir des photos, je pense que tu as fait un heureux.

– Il est gentil.

– Tu passes au bar, je t’attends.

– Je vais me changer et j’arrive.

– Surtout pas, tu viens comme tu es.

– Tu sais bien que c’est trop provoc!

– Justement je veux qu’on te voit comme ça, tu es parfaite!

– Tu es gonflé, je ressemble à ce que tu sais et je n’aime pas!

– Pourquoi? Supposons! dis-moi ce que tu es!

– Tu es pénible!

– Bon écoute, tu arrêtes de me contredire, tu fais ce que je te dis point barre, et tu te fringues comme je veux. D’accord?

– Oui je comprends!

– J’attends ta réponse et tu vas m’appeler Monsieur c’est plus respectueux!

– Oui Monsieur, je suis votre putain et je m’habille en fonction!

– Tu vois quand tu veux! Dépêche-toi je t’attends.

J’ai horreur de me soumettre comme ça, mais ça ne va durer qu’un certain temps. Il faut que je rentre dans la peau de mon personnage, je serais peut-être moins embêtée en ville.

Je ne passe pas inaperçue pendant le trajet du parking au bar avec ma petite robe et mes talons. J’affiche clairement mes prétentions, je me sens comme nue. Une fois entrée dans le bar, je vois tout le monde se retourner. Les plus familiers me font un « smac », je sens quelques mains sur mes fesses, mais rien de méchant. J’attends devant le comptoir que « Monsieur » daigne me parler.

– Salut Lyliane, tu vas à la réserve et tu enlèves ta robe!

– Oui Monsieur

Ça me prend deux minutes pour me déshabiller et j’attends environ dizaine de minutes. Ils ne sont pas pressés, je trouve. Marc arrive en se pressant. Comme il est très occupé, il me demande de le sucer vite fait. Je lui obéis et le prend en bouche. Erzincan Escort Bayan C’est trop agréable, mais dommage qu’après quelques aller-retours, il décharge une grosse partie dans ma gorge. En se rhabillant, il me dit de ne pas bouger, car il veut m’envoyer du monde.

Effectivement, je ne tarde pas à voir arriver trois hommes. Je m’allonge sur une table, ils m’entourent. Couchée comme je suis, c’est libre service pour eux. Ils passent d’un orifice à l’autre selon leurs envies. Mon corps est bientôt couvert de sperme. Alors je m’essuie sommairement avant de remettre ma robe. Heureusement l’après-midi touche à sa fin, il n’y a plus grand monde sur le parking quand je monte dans ma voiture.

Le lendemain, la sonnerie du téléphone me réveille. Il est tard, je suis toute courbaturée de mes folies d’hier, je lis un message qui dit « rappele-moi! ». J’obéis.

– Salut Lyliane!

– Bonjour Monsieur!

– Tu es où?

– Au lit, je me réveille!

– C’est pas trop tôt, il est 11h30! J’ai besoin de toi en début d’après-midi, tu passes chercher des tunes au bar.

– Ok pas de soucis!

– Au fait, tu te rappelles comment tu dois t’habiller!

– Oui Monsieur!

Le temps passe vite, c’est pratiquement l’heure de partir. J’ai perdu du temps pour me préparer. Je me regarde dans la glace du couloir, j’ai un doute devant mon apparence, je n’ai pas l’habitude pourtant. Mon maquillage est plus prononcé, je trouve que ça va bien avec mon nouveau look. Une petite robe blanche très coquine avec des talons de 12 cm assorti, je me trouve très grande, presque 1m80 avec ces échasses.

Le temps de faire le trajet du parking au bar j’entends plusieurs sifflements, pfff les mecs! Je rentre dans le bar, il n’y a pas grand monde tant mieux. David vient me faire un « smac » en me mettant la main au cul, quel cochon.

– salut Lyliane, tu es très classe comme ça, mais c’est pas ton style!

– Pourquoi Monsieur? C’est une jolie robe!

– Dans ta tenue, il n’y a que les talons qui vont bien, la robe ne te correspond pas!

– Je les ai toutes dans le même style sauf celle d’hier qui est sale!

Je vois Marc passer au bureau pour téléphoner. Il revient un instant plus tard. Il me donne une carte de visite et me dit :

– Tu vas te présenter à cette adresse pour te relooker!

– Mais c’est un sex-shop?

– Oui, il est spécialisé dans les tenues sexy. Quand tu seras habillée tu reviens me voir!

C’est bien commode d’habiter une grande ville, car nous avons tout pratiquement sur place. Une quinzaine de minutes plus tard, je me gare dans un parking pratiquement en face du sex-shop, c’est trop commode. Je m’arrête devant une vitrine remplie de gadgets, bof c’est pas terrible, j’espère que pour le reste il y aura plus de choix. Je passe la porte et je jette un coup d’œil à l’intérieur. C’est étonnant, c’est très grand là-dedans, je n’aurais jamais cru. Un vendeur vient à ma rencontre, il me regarde avec curiosité.

– Bonjour je suis Lyliane. On vous a prévenu normalement?

– Bonjour Madame, oui effectivement! j’ai donc fait une présélection Escort Erzincan comme convenu avec Mr. Suivez-moi s’il vous plaît!

Le vendeur me précède. J’en profite pour jeter des regards curieux, c’est la première fois que je visite un établissement comme celui ci. Je remarque qu’il y a pas mal d’hommes seuls. Je sens leurs regards interrogatifs, ils doivent se demander ce que je fais dans ce commerce, habillée sexy.

Nous descendons quelques marches et nous parcourons un petit couloir. Sur la droite, je lis « accès salle de projection ». Nous avançons tout droit pour entrer dans une grande pièce bien éclairée, dédiée à la vente de vêtements sexy. Le vendeur se dirige vers un comptoir sur lequel sont disposés plusieurs robes.

– Voila ce que Mr a choisi comme vêtements. je vais vous demander de les essayer, je dois lui envoyer des photos.

– Oui évidemment c’est normal! De toute façon, je vais les essayer pour me donner une idée!

– Déshabillez-vous, je vous attrape les vêtements!

– La cabine d’essayage est où s’il vous plaît?

– Désolé madame, elle n’est pas disponible et Mr vous fait dire de vous changer là où vous êtes!

L’effet de surprise passé, je regarde autour de moi. Je remarque que plusieurs hommes sont descendus derrière nous. Je sens comme une bouffée de chaleur, mon ventre se contracte, je me sens que je commence à mouiller.

Le vendeur revient avec les vêtements. Je n’ai pas le choix, j’enlève donc ma robe. J’entends à ce moment là des hommes dire :

– La salope, elle est à poil!

C’est tellement agréable, j’adore me montrer nue. Je commence les essayages par une robe noire très fluide, deux bandes de tissu cachent mes seins. Elles sont rattachées à une mini-jupe. Hummm, vraiment mini!

En suivant j’enfile une robe tube toute simple sans bretelles et très courte, un déshabillé rouge totalement transparent, et toute une série de robes, ainsi que un imper transparent.

Sur la lancée j’essaye d’autres modèles, mais c’est plus pour sortir en club que pour tous les jours!

Pour finir le vendeur me présente une robe courte en lycra, fendue sur les hanches des deux côtés. Le dos est nu avec un drapé plongeant sur le devant, découvrant une bonne partie de mes seins. Le vendeur semble accro. J’avoue qu’elle me plaît beaucoup, mais elle est quand même assez osée. Le vendeur me glisse qu’elle existe en quatre couleurs. Il me prend en photo et l’envoie à Marc. Pendant ce temps, je me promène dans le magasin. C’est alors que je reçois un texto de Marc

– Je valide les robes. Par contre laisse un pourboire au vendeur!

– Je n’ai pas un centime sur moi! Tapé-je sur mon téléphone.

– Suce-le, ça ira très bien! Fais-toi aussi prendre en photo, je veux que tout le monde te regarde!

Je donne donc l’autorisation aux clients du sex-shop de me prendre en photo, ce qui a l’air de plaire a beaucoup. Puis, sans perdre de temps, je me mets à genoux devant le vendeur. Je croise son regard et ne le lâche plus. C’est trop bon de le sucer devant toutes ces personnes, je prend tout mon temps voyant petit a petit dans ses yeux la progression de son plaisir je le sens grossir vibrer de désir jusqu’à l’explosion finale.

Que de jus, j’avale pourtant du mieux que je peux mais devant tant d’abondance je manque de m’étouffer laissant couler le trop-plein sur mes seins pour le plus grand plaisir de tous ces photographes.

A suivre

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Les cinq jeunes font cercle autour de Marie-Hélène, l’épouse du Maire de la commune. Ils l’empêchent de sortir de la cave où ils l’ont entrainé bien malgré elle. Madame rentrait à son domicile quand bêtement, elle s’est trompée de route et a atterrit dans cette citée voisine de la ville huppée où elle habite. Forcement, sa BMW a vite été repérée par les jeunes du quartier. Et elle aussi. Une bourgeoise BCBG qui détonne un peu dans ce milieu.Les jeunes s’avancent.On agrippe Madame et on lui soulève sa jupe, les bas nylons apparaissent et le porte-jarretelles.

— Ouah !! Elle est habillée comme une putain, cette salope de bourge ! lance un des jeunes.

— Elle va morfler.

Un doigt s’introduit dans la chatte de Madame qui pousse un cri.

Madame se réveilla en sursaut. Elle regarda autour d’elle se rassurant. Elle est bien dans sa chambre à coucher. A l’abri dans son pavillon et non pas dans cette cave sordide. Madame soupir. De soulagement mais aussi avec un peu de regrets. Elle fait de plus en plus souvent des rêves érotiques où elle est malmenée par des jeunes ou des hommes ayant un statut social inférieur au sien. Elle se rappelle avec émotion de son aventure avec les flics de la BAC et sa visite à la caserne des pompiers. A ce souvenir, elle sent son bas-ventre se réveiller. Son corps s’enflamme… Elle repoussa ses draps avec ses pieds et sa main se dirigea vers son bas-ventre relevant sa nuisette en satin rose. Elle écarta rapidement son slip et plongea son index dans son vagin en poussant un petit soupir.Son clitoris darde déjà, tout dure.Son autre main remonta et dégagea un de ses seins dont les pointes sont déjà dressées. Elle s’en empara et les tira violemment lui arrachant un gémissement de plaisir. Dans son fantasme, elle imagine des dialogues :

— T’es qu’une putain sous tes airs de bourgeoises, une salope qui aime se faire enfiler !

— Une cochonne qui aime la bite, t’en a jamais assez !

Madame gémit, murmurant :

— Oui, Oui, je suis une trainée, punissez moi.

Les doigts de Marie-Hélène s’agitent dans sa chatte, elle ondule du bassin imaginant un sexe énorme la pénétrant violemment. Elle sent le plaisir monter.Elle accélère le mouvement de ses doigts, la mouille coula sur ses cuisses. Elle se tortilla délirant à haute voix :

— Je suis une garce, baisez moi comme une chienne!

Elle poussa un cri quand l’orgasme la submergea la laissant pantelante et apaisée dans son lit.

Madame sursauta quand elle entendit la porte de sa chambre s’ouvrir ! Elle poussa un cri. Elle reconnut Erzincan Escort Alexia, son employée de maison. Une jeune fille de vingt ans. Elle est vêtue d’un chemisier marron avec une jupe noire très courte sur des collants « léopard ». Elle est perchée sur des bottines à talons.Madame n’aime pas tellement Alexia, elle trouve qu’elle s’habille de manière trop provocante et elle la soupçonne de tourner autour de son époux. Elle voulut protester lui disant de retourner dans la cuisine mais ses mots se bloquèrent dans sa gorge. Alexia tenait dans sa main son portable.

La bonniche regarda Madame avec ironie.

— Madame est très photogénique, elle passerai très bien à la télé.

— Mais…Mais.bafouilla Marie-Hélène, qu’est ce que vous faites Alexia ?

— Je fais un film sur la vie privée de l’épouse du Maire ! Ça marche bien ce genre de truc sur Internet, vous allez avoir des centaines de visiteurs.

Madame crut que son coeur allait s’arrêter de battre.

— Non.je vous en supplie, ne faites pas ça.

Alexia s’approcha du lit.

— Imaginez que vos administrés découvrent quelle salope vous êtes, Madame. Voila qui ruinerait les chances de votre mari d’être réélu, les élections municipales sont dans 2 mois je crois, non ?

Euh .Que voulez vous ? De l’argent ?

— Un peu que je veux du fric, salope ! C’est pas avec le salaire de misère que tu me donnes que je vais augmenter mon pouvoir d’achat.

Marie-Hélène se leva précipitamment, enfilant machinalement ses mules à talons et prit de l’argent dans son sac. Elle le donna à Alexia. Cela représentait une coquette somme.

— Ça suffira ? demanda t’elle d’une voix tremblante à Alexia. Celle-ci haussa les épaules.

— Trop facile ! Quand on a du fric, on s’imagine qu’on peut tout acheter.

— Mais.Que voulez vous d’autres ?

Alexia resta songeuse quelques instants détaillant le corps de Madame dévoilé par la nuisette. Celle-ci s’en rendis compte et rougis violemment.

Alexia répondit d’une voix douce.

— Je vais te raconter une histoire. Quand j’étudiais dans mon lycée professionnel, j’avais une prof de ton âge, plus âgée peut être. La prof m’avait pris en grippe et me sacquait en cours. Un jour, avec des copines, on a voulu se venger. On l’a choppé et on l’a gouiné toute la journée avec des godes. Après, on a appelé des copains.Quand j’ai quitté le lycée tous les mecs c’étaient tapés la prof.Elle était devenue Miss PO.

Horrifiée par cette histoire, Marie-Hélène sentit malgré tout les lèvres de son sexe Erzincan Escort Bayan s’écarter. Ses fantasmes venaient de se réveiller. Elle demanda.

— Ça veut dire quoi Miss PO ?

— T’as jamais assisté à un bizutage ? Ça veut dire Miss Pute Officielle.

Elle s’approcha de Marie-Hélène et posa ses mains sur les seins à travers l’étoffe de la nuisette. Madame sursauta et voulut reculer mais Alexia la rattrapa !

— Ne bouge pas ! laisse toi faire.

Marie-Hélène sent une lourdeur dans son bas-ventre.Une légère humidité entre ses cuisses.

Alexia soupesa les seins de l’épouse du Maire qui se mit à respirer bruyamment. Elle lui palpa les nichons sans douceur. Madame vacilla sur ses jambes. Alexia enfonça ses doigts dans la chair tendre qu’elle pinça méchamment arrachant une plainte à Marie-Hélène.

— Je dois reconnaitre que t’es bien conservée pour ton âge.Regarde les miens !

Alexia déboutonna son chemisier. Ses seins nus apparurent. Elle ne portait pas de soutien-gorge.

Il faut dire qu’elle n’en avait pas besoin, privilège de la jeunesse..

Elle agrippa la tête de Marie-Hélène et la pencha vers les pointes de ses seins qui dardaient.

— Suce moi les seins salope ! Et applique-toi.

Madame goba un mamelon et le suça comme un bébé suce la tétine de son biberon.Arrachant des soupirs à Alexia.

Elle repoussa Madame et lui ordonna d’enlever sa nuisette. Marie-Hélène s’exécuta avec veulerie. Elle resta les bras ballants au milieu de la chambre, perchée sur les hauts talons de ses mules, totalement nue à part son petit slip qui cachait à peine ses poils. Sa vulve dégoulinante avait laissée une trace d’humidité au fond du sous-vêtement et bien entendue Alexia s’en rendit compte.

— T’es vraiment une salope ! T’es trempée.

Elle joua avec les tétons de la femme du Maire donnant des petits coups d’ongles les faisant rougirent. Madame se pince les lèvres pour retenir ses gémissements. Saisissant les bouts des seins entre le pouce et l’index, Alexia les tritura et les tira vers le haut faisant couiner Marie-Hélène. Elle secoua les seins dans tous les sens avant de les lâcher. Madame halète, elle est toute rouge. Alexia lui tapa sur les cuisses pour qu’elle les écarte. Elle inspecta ses petites lèvres, jouant avec. Un flot de mouille se répandit sur les doigts d’Alexia. Elle pressa le clitoris et Marie-Hélène poussa un feulement rauque. Elle donna un coup de reins.

— Retourne-toi, fais voir ton gros cul de bourgeoise!

Marie-Hélène obéit et pivota Escort Erzincan sur ses talons. Alexia lui tata les fesses, lui donna plusieurs claques, la faisant crier. Le cul rougit rapidement.

Madame fut de nouveau retournée et Alexia de nouveau plongea ses doigts dans le sexe béant.Elle les remue dans tous les sens.Madame gémit sourdement.

— Non…Je vous en supplie, arrêtez.J’en peux plus.

— Pas question que tu prennes ton pied sans mon autorisation sale vicieuse, viens avec moi !

Alexia entraina Madame vers la cuisine. Elles descendirent l’escalier. Les mules claquent sur les marches. Marie-Hélène frissonna surprise par le froid qui régnait dans la pièce. Elle dut s’allonger sur la table, jambes à la verticale. Dévoilant sa fente baveuse, comme si elle était dans un fauteuil gynécologique.

Humiliée, la femme du Maire réalisait qu’elle exhibait ses lèvres intimes à sa bonniche.Tremblante, elle respirait difficilement.La jeune fille lui tapota la vulve ce qui fit sursauter Madame.

— Fais pas ta mijaurée, t’es trempée.

Alexia allongea la main et continua de lui triturer les seins tous en lui plongeant ses doigts dans la chatte. Madame faisait grincer la table en gigotant comme une folle. Elle se contorsionna et cria en remuant des hanches. Une de ses mules tomba à terre.Alexia la masturba longtemps prenant un plaisir sadique à s’arrêter des qu’elle voyait sur le visage ravagé de Marie-Hélène qu’elle allait prendre son pied. Arrachant à la femme du Maire un cri de déception à chaque fois. Elle lui enfonça son index dans le cul faisant sursauter Marie-Hélène. La bouche ouverte sur un cri muet. Alexia s’accroupit enfonçant sa langue dans l’intimité de sa patronne qui poussa un long gémissement. Elle lui suça le clitoris en grognant, lapant la mouille.Cela dura de longues minutes mettant Madame dans un état de nerfs indescriptible… Finalement, elle pinça violemment le clitoris de sa patronne. Celle-ci eut un orgasme qui agitât violemment son corps, elle se tordit de jouissance sur la table de la cuisine en poussant un hurlement.

Alexia se redressa.

Voyons ce que nous avons dans le frigo!

Elle dénicha un concombre qu’elle enfonça sans ménagement dans la chatte de Madame qui poussa un feulement rauque…

La bonniche perverse agita le concombre le faisant coulisser.

Marie-Hélène agite son bassin en gémissant. Alexia agite le concombre de plus en plus vite faisant couiner l’épouse du Maire. Elle poussa soudain un hurlement dévastateur qui la laissa pantelante.

Épuisée par la violence de l’orgasme, c’est dans une semi-conscience qu’elle entend Alexia lui dire que dorénavant, les relations patronne-employée allaient radicalement changer. Et qu’elle avait des copines à lui présenter et surtout des copains.

Madame allait devenir la Miss PO de sa bonniche…

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We had a new girl start at work a few weeks back. Anne was, to put it mildly, very attractive. She was twenty with long hair (which is something I’ve always liked) and a very nice figure. Her face was a sight you wouldn’t want to miss as your life would be the poorer for it. Altogether one of nature’s superior creations.

She wasn’t in my section, unfortunately, but I still found occasion to meet her. (Daily if I could see my way clear to doing so.) I decided that this was a case where I’d be incredibly stupid not to chance my arm.

I happened to meet her in one of the back corridors one morning. We stopped by mutual agreement, just chatting in a friendly way. Finally I got to the point that I wanted to make.

“What I’d really like to do right now is to step into a private little room I know of, remove your panties, and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Interested?”

She blinked, slowly digesting this statement. Then she blushed.

“Mr Henshaw, how could you say something like that? I’m shocked. Truly shocked.”

“Uh-huh. And?” After all, she hadn’t answered the question.

“Have you any idea what HR would say if I repeated this conversation?”

“Um, yes. It would go something like this. Mr Henshaw, one of the women has complained that you made a sexual suggestion to her. You do know that sexual harassment is against company policy as well as illegal?

Yes, I’d reply, and I quite agree with that policy. I have to say that I’m shocked, no, embarrassed and appalled, that any of our staff would suggest such a thing where I’m concerned. I don’t want to know who complained as I consider that irrelevant. None of the women on our staff deserve to be treated with anything other than the utmost respect. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to have said but I assure you that whoever complained was mistaken. It’s possible that I phrased something in a suggestive manner without realising it and I will take the greatest care in the future to watch how I speak to the women.”

I smiled at Anne and winked. “I could continue that line of protesting my innocence and approving of what they’re doing to ensure that there’s no sexual harassment in the work place for a good fifteen minutes. By the time I finished they’d be congratulating me on doing my part to ensure that there’s peace and harmony in the office.”

“There was no innuendo in what you said. You flat out stated that you wanted to fuck me.”

“Well, yes, because I do. You haven’t given your answer yet.”

“Might I point out that you’re married?”

“You can but that’s irrelevant. You’re not. Ah, not wanting to nag or anything, but you haven’t answered the question.”

“What question?”

“Are you Edirne Escort interested?”

She gave me an old fashioned look, one that gave me no clue as to what she would say.

“What’s in it for me?” she asked. “Apart from you,” she added quickly, apparently reading my naughty thoughts.

“Not quite sure what you’re getting at,” I admitted. (Yes I was. She wanted a bribe.)

“Let me put it this way. When my boyfriend wants to get into my pants he takes me out to dinner and a show or a few drinks. He won’t have any change from a fifty and even then he’s not on a sure thing. He has to take his chances and the dinner and drinks are his way of trying to load the odds in his favour.”

“Either that or get down on his knees and say please fifty or so times,” I suggested.

“Or that,” she admitted with a giggle.

“As I have no intention of taking you out for dinner and drinks, the wife, you understand, may I make another suggestion. I’ll pay you the fifty for the dinner and drinks and you can buy it yourself when you’re ready.”

“I see. And where would you suggest our little encounter take place?”

“Funny you should mention that?” I told her, reaching behind me to open an inconspicuous door. The door opened into a small room, about four feet per side. The only thing in the room was a solitary chair.

“What’s this room?” Anne asked, surprised.

I indicated she should enter and she did, the silly little lamb.

“This is what they call dead space,” I told her. “Rather careless of the architects to create it. All it can really be used for is storage or as an office for someone you want to encourage to leave the company. Currently it’s unused.”

“This is the private little room you mentioned?”

“It is. Lift up your dress.”

“Ah, why?” she asked, blushing a little.

“You know why. I’m going to remove your panties.”

“You mean here and now?” blushing even harder.

“Why not? Let me assist you.” I bent down and took the hem of her dress and lifted it high enough to expose her panties.

“Now just hold this while I attend to the panties.”

She was still blushing but she held her dress up. I proceeded to take hold of her panties and slowly lower them, taking them right down to her ankle.

“Now step out of them,” I told her. “There’s a good girl.”

She lifted her feet one at a time and I eased her panties past her shoes, dropping them onto the chair. I also very thoughtfully extracted a fifty from my wallet and placed it on the panties.

“Hands on the chair and lean over,” I said, turning her to face the chair. She did as she was told, exposing herself very nicely. I could tell at a glance that she Edirne Escort Bayan was already slightly aroused by what she was doing. I suspected that the fact that she was doing something that she shouldn’t somewhere she shouldn’t was what was getting her worked up.

I took it slowly to start with. She might be slightly aroused but she was also slightly nervous. Who knew if rushing her would give her second thoughts and make her back off? Not me, so why take chances?

I ran my hands over her bottom, stroking her. Back and forth, nice and easy, at the same time having my hands move closer and closer to the vulva. Then instead of covering her vulva my hands slipped to either side, stroking her inner thighs. As a side note I have to admit that I have quite a bit of hair on my hands. The fact that that hair was tickling her vulva while I stroked her thighs was completely incidental to what I was doing. (Although she did seem to make an odd noise while it happened.)

Down along the inside of her legs I stroked, stopping at her knees and moving back up. Anne had shuffled her feet slightly further apart, giving me room to play. This time when my hands approached her vulva one of them actually closed over it, giving it a slight squeeze.

All the time I was doing this I was also talking softly, little compliments on the texture and softness of her skin, how smooth her curves were, laying it on thickly but with a gentle touch, sensing that she was lapping it up. A girl does like to feel that she’s appreciated.

I continued to gently rub her vulva, feeling her getting hotter, wetter, more tense. My hand caressed her bottom again, and I rubbed the edge of my hand along the cleft in her buttocks. I don’t think she really noticed when I replaced the edge of my hand with my erection. It probably felt the same to her, one hand caressing her while the other pressed against her buttocks. When my free hand started massaging her vulva again she probably got a bit of a shock.

I could practically hear her working it out. A hand is stoking my bottom. Another is pressed between my buttocks. His third hand is holding me down there. Ding, ding, ding. He’s only got two hands. She gave a gasp and jerked a little as it registered, but didn’t say anything.

I switched things around. My erection went between her legs, pressing upwards along her slit. She had to know what it was as both my hands were back to rubbing her bottom. She made a funny little sound, as though she had said something while keeping her mouth closed.

Time for things to progress. I eased her lips apart, moving my erection so that the head was pressing firmly against her. Then I started pushing in.

“Push Escort Edirne to meet me,” I suggested, and was slightly surprised at how fast she went along with that suggestion. She gave another little gasp and flexed her hips, driving herself firmly onto me. Quite happy for things to continue in this vein I pressed even harder, sheathing myself firmly in her tender flesh.

I figured that a gentle movement would be all that was required for the start and Anne seemed quite happy to go along with that. I just slid gently in and out with her moving in time to my gentle thrusts. Even while I was doing this I was pulling her blouse loose, letting my hands slide up inside to unclip her bra. From there it was a small matter to move my hands around to capture her breasts.

I started more compliments flowing about her beautiful breasts, how soft and shapely they were and how wonderful they felt under my touch. I added how sensitive when I saw how she reacted when I tweaked her nipples.

The trouble was that we were at work so I couldn’t take as long as I wanted to truly enjoy this encounter. This doesn’t mean that I wasn’t enjoying it, just that I wouldn’t be able to prolong things for as long as I’d like. I started moving a little faster, treasuring the feel of her heated flesh rasping against me, my cock seeming to swell and thicken the more we moved.

The way Anne was responding and pushing to meet me it was obvious that she was a hundred percent behind what we were doing, giving her all and expecting the same from me. I had no complaints, simply picking up the pace a little more.

When you’re in a state of great excitement it’s hard not to rush towards completion. This applied to Anne as well as me, and we were now putting considerable effort into what we were doing.

“Um, Anne, if you start screaming we’re both going to be toast,” I gently reminded her as she started to become a little vocal.

Her next squeal came through tightly closed lips and subsequent to that she clamped a hand tightly across her mouth. Not wanting her to have to wait too long for a little relief I upped the stakes and drove in as hard and fast as I could.

If left to herself she’d have screamed loud and long as she climaxed, shuddering with the force of it. Thank god for that muffling hand. I have to admit I gave out a bit of a groan as I finally spent myself within her.

“That, you, were quite amazing,” I told her. “I knew you would be but you surpassed expectations.”

“Not bad,” she said with a smile, damning me with faint praise. “You do realise it was a one-off?”

“Unfortunately, yes, I do. I’m married, after all. Too bad, so sad.”

“Uh-huh. Too bad, so sad,” she agreed with a giggle.

With that she slipped away and I followed. It was an interesting interlude but it was fortunate that she worked in a different section. Having that living, breathing, goad to temptation, in the same section would have been beyond frustrating.

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“What do you think of the Davisons next door?” Donna asked her daughter Rita as she looked out her front window. She watched that skinny boy leaving the Davisons’ house again, smiling and looking very relaxed.

“I haven’t talked to the wife yet, but the husband’s a slime,” Rita replied from the couch. “He hit on me just the other day over the fence…told me we wouldn’t have to use a condom ’cause he was shooting blanks.”

Donna turned to her. “Really? What is he, thirty?”

Her eighteen-year-old daughter, pretty much a younger version of herself, auburn-haired and shapely, shrugged.

Donna turned back to the window. “Huh.”

—

The next morning, Donna saw that boy slip into the Davisons’ house again after the husband left for work. Curious, she exited her home and headed along the side of the Davisons’ abode. Sure enough, through a window she saw the young man pawing at the housewife before she pulled him somewhere else out of sight.

Steeling up her courage, Donna quietly opened the door the young man had used and padded toward the sound of moaning. She pulled out her phone, set it to silent, and started recording. Then she turned the corner to find a half-naked Mrs. Davison on her knees fellating the young man in the bathroom!

“AAH! Who’re you?!” Corinne screeched as she spied Donna.

“Donna, your next door neighbor,” she replied as she continued to video them. The young man turned to look at her and she gasped as she saw the size of his member before quickly recovering. “I thought that this kid had broken into your home and you might need help, but it seems that I misunderstood what was going on here, hm?”

“Please!” Corinne said, “He’s a blackmailer.”

Simon looked confused. “I’m a white male.”

She turned to him. “No, I mean you threatened to show my husband that picture you took of me if I didn’t do this for you.” Then, realizing that she was still half-naked, she pulled her top back down.

Simon looked even more confused. “No, you like helping me. I wouldn’t have shown that picture to anyone; it’s mine.”

Corinne was intense in thought. “Then…then…shit.”

“So no blackmail,” Donna summarized. She tapped her phone to save the video. “Until now.”

Corinne looked at her. “What?”

“Cheating on your husband with this kid? Is he even eighteen?”

“Yeah!” Simon answered, indignant. He was sensitive about his size.

“I wasn’t cheating,” Corinne informed Donna.

“What? So you’re a swinger?” Donna challenged her. “So I can show this to your husband when he gets home and he’ll give you a high five?”

“No!”

Donna smiled grimly and took their names and phone numbers. Then she started her video recording app again. “Okay, keep doing what you were doing.”

Corinne looked stricken. “What?”

Donna activated the camera and waved her hand to indicate they should continue. Corinne hesitated, but then grabbed Simon’s shaft and began self-consciously stroking it again.

“Can you take your clothes off again, Mrs. Davison?” Simon asked her breathily.

Corinne sighed and did so, getting completely naked. Then, back on her knees, she took Simon’s cock into her mouth.

“Yeahhh…” Simon moaned. “Play with yourself.”

Corinne groaned and moved one hand down between her legs. At least this way he’ll cum sooner, she considered, since he enjoyed watching her do that.

Donna looked at Corinne’s tight body with her dangling C-cups and felt her own pussy moisten. This woman reminded her Elazığ Escort of a former girlfriend who had also turned out to be a cheating whore. After a few more minutes, several things happened at once: Corinne groaned in orgasm, Simon grunted, and then Corinne pulled back so as to not choke on it.

“UNHH!” Simon cried out as his emission splattered Corinne’s torso. She, in turn, fell onto her back, her fingers thrusting inside herself as the young man hosed her body down with his spunk.

Donna gasped as she saw him paint the hand Corinne had between her legs. The orgasming housewife then thrust some of that sperm inside of her, gasping as she came even harder! Donna stepped forward to catch that on video.

“All right, go home, Simon,” Donna commanded him, and he quickly dressed and left. She turned off the recording.

Donna remembered her daughter mentioning that Mr. Davison had said that he was infertile. “Aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant?” she asked the woman as she lay on the floor, still recovering from that massive orgasm.

“What? Oh…” Corinne pulled her dripping fingers out of her vagina. “No, I can’t have children.” She sighed as she examined the remainder of the sperm on her hand before absentmindedly licking it off.

“I’ll be in touch, Corinne.” Then Donna headed home.

After she was done jilling off, Donna’s brain was working a little better. Both of the Davisons were infertile? That seemed very unlikely. She pulled out her phone again. “Hey, I need a favor, darlin’.”

—

Simon had kept an eye on Mrs. Davison’s house waiting for Donna to leave before going back in. He could hear the gorgeous housewife sobbing in the shower as she washed off his spend. “Are you okay?” he called out.

“AAH! Simon!” She turned the water off and asked for a towel. He handed her the one she was going to use to catch his cum before that lady had arrived and everything changed. She stepped out with it wrapped around her. “I need you to leave and never come back, Simon.”

“What? But…”

“The only reason I was doing…this…” she waved her hand at where she had been kneeling on the bathroom rug, “…was because I thought you were going to tell my husband if I didn’t.”

“Oh.”

“Goodbye, Simon.”

—

Later in the day, Simon headed over to Nessa’s house for another romp with the beautiful Black woman. He loved that she actually let him have sex with her, though with a condom, and this time it held together. Before he went to bed, his mother helped him again, and she used her mouth the whole time before swallowing his mighty load.

Life was good…

—

In the morning, he got a text message: *Simon, this is Mrs. Davison. Please come to my place at 10.*

Simon arrived on time. “Hello?” he called out as he entered the house.

“Up here!” a female voice called. He headed up the stairs and down the hallway to Mrs. Davison’s bedroom to find the married woman on the bed in attractive blue lingerie and that Donna woman sitting in a chair, waiting. Mrs. Davison looked to have been crying.

“Um…”

“Get naked and on the bed with Corinne, Simon,” Donna ordered him.

He didn’t move. “I don’t think she likes this, Donna.”

The auburn-haired older woman turned to Mrs. Davison. “Corinne?”

“Please do as she says, Simon.”

He pulled off his clothes and did as directed. Corinne grabbed his partially soft member and started to stroke it.

His eyes roamed her lingerie-covered Elazığ Escort Bayan body. “You look really pretty, Mrs. Davison.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Simon.” When he was sufficiently hard, she took his member into her mouth. Maybe if she made him cum this way, she thought, Donna wouldn’t make her…

She aggressively sucked on his cock, trying to make him orgasm.

Simon pulled the lingerie off of Mrs. Davison’s shoulders, revealing her glorious C-cups.

“I think that’s enough foreplay, you two,” Donna told her. “Let’s get to the main event.”

Corinne pulled her mouth off of Simon’s prong. “Please, Donna, I’ve never fucked him, just sucked him off…”

“There was that time at Nessa’s…” Simon added helpfully.

“O-ho!” Donna shifted forward in her chair. “Well, if you’ve already done it then there’ll be no problem doing it again, hm?”

Corinne hung her head. There was no arguing it. “Lay down, Simon.”

He did, and Corinne pulled off her lingerie, revealing her sexy voluptuous body before she climbed astride him in the cowgirl position.

Donna had worn a flowy dress just for this occasion, and as she saw Corinne swipe the head of Simon’s long schlong between her very wet pussy lips, the voyeuristic neighbor pulled her skirt up in order to start playing with herself.

Simon couldn’t take his eyes off of Mrs. Davison’s puss– vagina as it opened around the head of his cock. She grunted as a couple inches of him slipped inside her. Up until that point, he had been the aggressor, shoving his penis inside first his Mom, then Nessa, and then Mrs. Davison, but just laying there while she did all the work felt amazing to him.

She pulled up a bit and then pushed down again, and he felt another couple inches go in. Both of them gasped in pleasure. When she managed to get as far down onto his prong as physically possible, she moaned as she felt the tip of it stretching her cervix. She looked down to see that there was still another half-inch to go. Glancing back up, she could see Simon looking up at her with awe.

“Sex requires movement, Corinne!” Donna started to thrum her own clitoris as the cheating housewife sighed in defeat and started to bob her body up and down on that incredible cock. This was delicious, Donna thought…this cheating whore was going to get what she deserved, unlike Donna’s unfaithful girlfriend.

When Donna had come over before Simon, she made Corinne tell her everything. Simon’s supposed blackmail was an understandable misconception…he was certainly no evil genius. His hormone issue required that he empty those large balls of his multiple times a day, so that was his focus, but the suburban housewife didn’t have to help him with it; she could have just sent him away. Donna felt that Corinne’s broken marriage and, frankly, faithless personality, contributed to this situation.

She could see Corinne moving faster upon the boy now, her overheated body getting into the sex even though her mind was still fighting it. That was excellent.

Corinne had to move to shallower strokes to keep Simon’s cockhead from impacting her cervix, but the adjustment naturally caused her to move faster upon him. She caught herself and slowed down, but then she felt every bump and ridge along the young man’s shaft as it scraped along the inside of her underused vagina. She couldn’t win! And even as she was doing this pleasurable activity, she dreaded the inevitable end: the boy’s hot jets of sperm deep Escort Elazığ inside her! She knew that she couldn’t get pregnant, but this would be the final straw, the voluminous evidence that she had been unfaithful in her marriage. Her overheated body and despairing mind fought for control, with the result that she hadn’t orgasmed yet.

Donna brought the chair closer. She was behind Corinne, and could see Simon’s scrotum drawing closer to his core, the sign that he was going to cum soon. She slipped two fingers inside herself as her other hand continued to play with her clit. She had decided that she was going to cum with them.

After heading home the previous day, Donna had called in a favor from a woman who worked at the local doctor’s office. It was worth it! Mr. Davison was indeed shooting blanks, but it seemed that he had lied to his wife about why they couldn’t have children. There was nothing wrong with Corinne at all, and Simon was about to blow one of his mighty loads deep inside the secretly fertile woman!

Corinne looked down at Simon. He had half-closed his eyes and was grunting. He was going to cum! No! She dropped all the way down upon him and stopped bouncing, trying to keep him from going off, but that caused the tip of his cock to stretch her cervix again. “Erck!” she gasped in a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

Donna paused her masturbation. Corinne had stopped moving!

“Grr…” Simon growled and grabbed Mrs. Davison’s waist, ignoring the twinge from his injured wrist. He was so close! Holding her up, he ducked his hips down and then quickly thrust them up hard, again and again.

“Simon! No! Uhhugghh!” Corinne felt the beginnings of an orgasm rising from her core as the head of his cock repeatedly bounced off of the entrance of her womb.

“RAAAHH!” Simon bellowed as his swollen testicles gave up their contents. They rushed up his lengthy shaft before spewing forcefully into Mrs. Davison’s unprotected depths.

“OHGAAAHHWWDD!” Corinne cried out as she felt the torrent of Simon’s sperm-filled semen pressure wash her cervix.

“Yesss…” Donna moaned as her own orgasm washed over her, imagining Simon’s no doubt potent swimmers smashing their way through Corinne’s internal defenses.

“NAAUGHH!” Corinne moaned as her long-denied orgasm exploded from within her overheated body at the thought of Simon’s potent sperm blasting away inside her forbidden body. Her brain was no longer working, so the concept that she was infertile was forgotten. All that mattered was each throb of his cock, signaling another burst of potential life being injected deep inside her.

“Hng! MHG!” Donna moaned, still cumming as she saw some of Simon’s cum slipping out of Corinne’s depths and realized that meant that there was no more room inside the naive woman’s no doubt packed reproductive system.

“Unhh! UNHH!” Simon moaned as he arched his back, shoving his cock as deep inside Corinne’s orgasming body as he could. The head pressed against her cervix, stretched it, and then the tip pushed inside her womb, just a little, before it sprayed another burst of his seed into her most personal, private place.

“Uhhhuuhhuuhh…” Corinne moaned, her thoroughly inseminated body shaking as she collapsed upon Simon’s slim form. She felt her undulating insides urge one last dollop of dangerous sperm from his cock. “…huhh…”

Donna didn’t know when Corinne’s period was due, but if it was the right time of the month then there would be no doubt that this overwhelming insemination would knock the bitch up. She had seen the young man practically cover the woman’s entire torso with one of his orgasms, and now that impressive volume of cum was all the way up inside Mrs. Corinne Davison’s vulnerable reproductive system.

To be continued…

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After an incredible night of passion, Phillip and Liz may see each other in a new light in the morning.

After such a night, that lasted into the early morning hours, its no surprise that Liz slept in a little later then she otherwise would have intended. It’s also no surprise that her dreams were racier than she’d remembered having for many years, maybe since she was in college. With real life passionate fucking to fuel her sleeping brains sexier inclinations, she woke up with a sigh after finishing a very nice dream where she’d been riding Phillips cock until he came once again inside her.

Liz took a deep breath and sat up, looking around the room and finding her phone. The time was 1035 and sunlight was streaming in through two bedroom windows. That’s what had finally woken her up, the sunlight shining on her face.

Liz could hear a shower going in the adjoining bathroom. She found her clothes, but she didn’t feel like putting them on. She found a pair of loose boxers, some sweatpants and a zip up hoodie and laid them out on the bed.

Liz smiled and decided to join Phillip in the shower. She checked the door and found it unlocked. When she entered the steam wafted over her and she opened the shower door, happy to find it was big enough for two. Phillip greeted her with a kiss and put his arms around her, dragging her under the shower head.

“I was just about to get out, but since you’re here I think I can stay a while,” she felt Phillip smile as he pressed his face next to hers and grabbed her ass hard. “God damn your butt feels so good in my hands.”

“Mmmm baby, your body feels so good too,” Liz said. They held each other for a few minutes, just rocking beneath the warm water and pressing their naked flesh against each other. Liz felt Phillip caressing her back.

“I’ll go get started on breakfast before the hot water runs out,” Phillip said as he steped away from her and out of the shower.

Liz soaped herself up and let the warm water wash over face and body. “I wonder what’s in store for me today….”

She was excited, but another part of her felt nervous. Back when Phillip and her ex-husband had been friends, before her and Phillips one night stand, she had been friendly with Phillip; but not exactly close friends. Phillip would come over to watch a game, or they’d all attend the same party together, or they might go on double dates together, but she and Phillip had never had a lot of one on one alone time. She had always been attracted to him, which is why when she had her crisis all those years ago it set the stage for her to have that one night of passion.

But now, here she was at his house, taking a shower and about to go down to breakfast with him after he had literally fucked her brains out the night before. She thought about some of the things she’d said to him, how she’d told him to cum deep inside her, impregnate her and change her body forever. Jesus.

She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. As she put the clothes on that she had gotten from Phillips clothes dresser. Had she meant that? It was certainly hot in the moment, but did she really want to make that kind of life with Phillip? Is that what he wanted? If not and it was just sex talk, this could be an awkward breakfast. Was it just sex talk or what?

Certainly part of her was leaning towards it being real, and not just talk. She had wanted kids with her ex, but then he started drinking too much and things started falling apart. But she hadn’t given up on her desire to have kids, or at least one. It was something she wanted very much.

But what if Phillip didn’t, for real? Well, he obviously was willing to come in her over and over, so maybe he did? Or maybe he didn’t, but he wasn’t being very careful in that case. If she wanted a baby, and she had this good looking, nice man who was apparently eager to unload his genetics into her body, maybe she could just take advantage of the situation and see what happens. No rush, but no precautions either?

Is this crazy? Yes, she had an incredible night with him, but now she was seriously planning to get pregnant with him? Welp, she’d thought a lot about taking what she deserved. She deserved the good fucking Phillip was giving her, and she definitely deserved a child if she wanted one and could conceive one. So why shouldn’t she let it happen if that’s Elazığ Escort what she wanted?

She went to the living room and saw Phillip serving breakfast, which appeared to consist of eggs, biscuits and coffee.

“Whew, this is a big breakfast that you made while I was in the shower,” Liz said sitting down at one of the seats.

“Ahhh it wasn’t that much work. I just made coffee and eggs. The biscuits just needed to be warmed up. But…. I figure we had a pretty uhm, active evening, so we deserved a good breakfast.”

“I’d say so, I’ve been thinking this morning about what I deserve,” Liz said as she began to dig into the breakfast.

“Oh yea?” Phillip said. “You think you deserve a good spanking after last nights activities?”

“Well, yes, I wouldn’t mind that actually,” Liz said laughing. “But yes, I was thinking about how I deserve what you gave me last night, all the uhm… fun. I’ve been needing something like that for a long long time. I hope you feel the same.”

“Oh I do, I really do,” Phillip said. “Like I said last night, I’ve been thinking about fucking you again for years. I know it wasn’t right, but that night so long ago at your party was the greatest sex of my life, up until last night. Last night was amazing and I definitely feel like we both deserved it. Like I said, I don’t want to let you go.”

“Yes well, there were a lot of things said last night. Don’t want to assume things said in the heat of passion are always a hundred percent uhm…. Accurate.” Liz said, getting to the end of her plate of food and sipping her coffee.

“What do you mean? I meant everything I said last night?” Phillip said.

“Just that, I mean, there were a lot of things said last night, I mean, you said you wanted to breed me, but I’m not necessarily holding you to becoming a father,” Liz said. He had opened the door for her to talk about things that were said last night, so she was going to walk through it.

“I uhm, I meant that too. I mean, obviously its your decision what to do with your body, but… frankly I would enjoy trying and I’ve always wanted a child. And I want you more than any woman I’ve ever met. I want that so bad, but if you don’t, I understand.”

“I meant what I said too, I think I want that too,” Liz said. “Still, not exactly something we need to commit to right this minute. But like you said, it would be very enjoyable trying, right?”

“I 100% agree, completely, it would absolutely be fun to cum in you many more times,” Phillip said, giggling a little.

Liz rolled her eyes, “Of course, you’re a man. A willing woman to be a cum dumpster for you is all you guys ever want, right?”

“Well, when you put it like that, yes,” Phillip said, smiling and cleaning up the table, putting the plates in the kitchen sink. When he came back into the dining room, he stood next to her and examined her clothes. “Nice clothes by the way, did you put these on so I’ll have easy access to your body?”

Phillip reached down her slightly unzipped hoodie, his hoodie, and ran his hands over her breasts, leaning down and giving her a kiss. She turned towards him and kissed him back, unzipping the hoodie and pressing both his hands to her ample breasts. “Take me to bed.”

They both moved back to the bedroom, Phillip had only been wearing a t-shirt and boxer briefs while Liz slipped completely out of the hoodie, leaving the pants on for now. She crawled under the covers and placed her head on Phillips shoulder, similar to how she remembered falling asleep this morning.

“You feel so warm,” Liz said. She rubbed her hands over his now bare chest.

They lay there, relaxing and snuggling close to one another for a few minutes. Liz ran her hand down his chest to his waistline and then found his dick, soft for once.

Before caressing it further she lifted the covers up and moved her head closer to it.

Phillip laughed and said, “What are you doing?”

“I just like to watch it get hard and get so long. Your dick really is big ya know?” Liz said, slowly stroking his cock and feeling it get hot, long and thick. “You’ll have to take it easy on me with the pounding ok? I am feeling a little sore from earlier.”

“Gotcha, gentle fucking only,” Phillip said.

“Well, I’ll… let you know how gentle… or not gentle to be, how about that?” Liz said.

“Sounds Elazığ Escort Bayan good to me,” Phillip said.

Phillip climbed on top of her, he moved his arms under her shoulder and held her close, pressing his hold body down on top of her tightly. She could feel his rock hard, hot cock pressed into her torso. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder and kissed him as he did the same on her other side. She could feel him inhale deeply with his face pressed into her hair.

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good being on top of you like this, it feels so good to be pressed up against you so tightly. I just want to eat you up.” Phillip feigned taking a deep bite out of her neck and kissed her earlobes. Liz giggled.

“Your breathing is tickling me,” Liz said. “But it does feel good having you on top of me. I like feeling your weight. I like feeling that you’re in possession of me.”

“I never thought you would have such a uhm… submissive streak in you,” Phillip said. He grabbed his dick and began moving it towards his goal, roughly in the center of Liz’s body.

Suddenly he felt Liz pushing against him with her arms and legs and heard her grunting against him as she said, “Oh yea? You think I’m submissive huh?”

Phillip felt her pressing hard against him. He smiled and removed his hands from around her shoulders and grabbed both her wrists, planting them firmly on the bed as he thrust into her. He remembered what she had told him about feeling sore and slid his dick inside her warm wet pussy slowly, but gripped her wrists hard and pushed them into the bed. Then he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and said, “Yea, I do.”

He began slowly fucking her and continued to kiss her forehead, with soft and wet kisses. “I do think you’re submissive. I think you enjoy being pinned down, forced to take a huge dick inside your needy body.”

“Ohh… uh… fuck, god you feel so good.” Liz said. She surrendered to him. She hadn’t really wanted to fight it anyway, she had just wanted to push back a little. She loved what she was feeling so far. Phillips mouth moved from her forehead and down to her tits, still holding her arms far out to the side as he began to lick and suck her tits, alternating between them as he saw fit. Slowly, he continued to pull his dick out of her until it was almost completely outside of her body before he thrust it back in, equally as slowly. The pleasure of feeling every single inch move inside of her was almost too much already.

Finally he loosened his grip on her arms. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down closer on top of her. Before there had been a few inches separating his torso from hers, now they were jammed back together again and he was only able to make small thrusts in and out of her. Liz reveled in the feeling of their bodies being so close together.

“Please baby, just keep holding me close, I know this is kind of… restricting your movement, but it just feels so good to have you near me,” Liz said, moaning into his ear softly.

“I know Liz, god you feel so warm. Everything about being close to you feels good, every inch of you touching me feels amazing,” Phillip held her tightly just as she held him tightly. Phillip staying so close to her meant he could only move a couple inches of his dick out of her before moving back in, but every single second of it felt amazing.

She reached between their bodies and began gently touching herself and touching him too. She caressed her clitoris and moved her fingers down to touch the head of his dick when it exited her body, quickly playing with her pussy before he moved back inside her and then she caressed the length of his dick as he pushed inside of her.

“Oh god, oh god, you feel so good, I think I want it harder,” Liz said. “I think I need it harder, its ok, I want it. I can take it. Give it to me harder baby, just a little harder.”

Phillip pulled away from her, creating some distance between them so he could pull his hips farther away, and thus remove his dick farther from her body, thrusting it in 6 inches instead of the previous 2 or 3 he had room for before.

Now he was not only working with more of his dick, plunging it in and out of her, but he was fucking her at a much more robust pace. Her heart rate began to accelerate and a fire Escort Elazığ began coursing through her body, her brain overloading again as it had every time Phillip had fucked her.

He truly was giving it to her better than any man ever had, fucking her brains out and turning her into nothing more than a mewling, senseless, slutty body. “Yes! Yes, fuck me harder give me that big fat dick!”

Phillip growled and grabbed a hold of her right breast with both hands, squeezing it tightly and planting his mouth on her tit, biting and sucking hard as he grunted again and increased the pace of his fucking even more. Liz screamed as she felt his hard dick increase in speed. Phillip stayed there, sucking her tit and moving to the other one, biting it and sucking it, at one point biting it hard enough that she cried out in pain.

Phillip relented, lifting his torso up and she cried out again, feeling the absence of his attention. He reached next to her head and grabbed a pillow, then he lifted her butt up and slid the pillow underneath her body and began fucking her harder, sweat beading on his head.

“Holy shit!” Liz cried out, as the new angle allowed him to get even deeper than before, now the full length of his dick slamming into her. His hips slapping her thighs made a sound she found very erotic, combined with the mass of flesh moving in and out of her, her fingers still playing with herself and caressing his dick as it moved in and out of her.

“That’s right baby, take this fucking dick. You love being underneath me, being controlled by me. It’s true, I wasn’t sure until now. But you will do anything I ask as long as I fuck you with this big dick, won’t you? I own your body.”

“Awwww…. Oh god, yes, fuck…. You own me. You own me. I belong to you. You’ve got more control over me than any man has ever had. Just keep fucking me, please please daddy. Daddy, oh shit. I’m gonna cum daddy. Give me your cum and breed my body!” Liz’s body was exploding all around her again, this is what she had wanted all morning. This is what she wanted every day, forever, for the rest of her life, if she could get it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt like she was being struck by lightening.

Over and over and over again, she screamed, “Yessssss…. Yes, god yes daddy! Fuck!”

Phillip grunted again and said, “Yes, cum all over my dick you slut. You love it, you love being treated like a cum slut, because you know the truth. That’s all you are, is just a needy little cum slut. That’s why you let me fuck your brains out in the park. This is what you need, what you deserve, to be treated like a plaything, my plaything.”

Phillip lifted her legs up so that her knees were on his shoulders, then he pushed his body forward so that she was curled up under him as he continued to fuck her. He leaned forward and pressed her knees back towards her own body, so that her own knees were pressing into her chest as her pussy was curled under him, accepting his increasingly fast, deep and hard thrusts.

Feeling the extreme weight of his body pressing into her once again, and the incredible pressure and thrusting length of his dick, her body shuddered and rocked as another massive orgasm blasted through her. She screamed and grunted, her cries strained as her lungs fought his weight, and part of her own body weight pressing on her.

Her fingers grabbed onto his shoulders and clenched as hard as she could. She was pretty sure she was drawing blood, but at this point she didn’t care. She needed something to hold onto, tightly.

“I’m gonna cum deep in you baby, oh god. Oh oh fuck, take it take it,” Phillip groaned as he felt his dick convulsing.

“Yes! Yes, deep inside me please now!” She felt his dick jerking deep inside her, unloading a torrent of warm cum and filling her. She moaned and groaned, her mouth hanging open as her body had no choice but to submit to the savage breeding of the man above her. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining feeling his cum pool insider her or if it was real, but she could feel his dick twitching inside her as he moaned above her. She loved every second of it, every pulse and twitch.

She couldn’t breath, the pressure was too much, but she didn’t want it to stop. When Phillip was done with her, he finally rolled to her side and she began taking deep, ragged breaths.

She curled up next to him and threw her arm across his chest, the both of them breathing heavy and fast like they’d just finished running a marathon. They both drifted off to sleep, exhausted again by their exertions and the powerful orgasms that had wracked their bodies.

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Âgée de vingt-huit ans, Dorothée est une jolie femme d’un mètre soixante-cinq. Mince sans être maigre, elle est dotée d’un mignon visage de « petite souris ». De nombreux hommes l’auraient d’ailleurs « croquée » sans hésitation. Des cheveux châtains foncés, des yeux bruns en amande, une bouche en cœur et des lèvres ni trop fines ni trop pulpeuses, de beaux seins ronds affichant un bonnet C, des fesses fermes et des jambes longues et finement sculptées : elle a tout pour plaire.

Après quatre aventures amoureuses qui s’étaient terminées par autant d’échecs (même si elle était restée quatre ans avec son dernier compagnon), elle pense avoir enfin rencontré le grand amour, en la personne de Frédéric, un bel homme d’un an son aîné. Sportif, bien bâti, celui-ci travaille comme responsable du département commercial dans une société spécialisée en leasing de voitures pour les grandes entreprises. Dorothée, elle, preste à mi-temps comme employée d’administration au sein d’un village situé en Champagne-Ardenne. Elle aurait souhaité un horaire complet, afin de commencer à mettre de l’argent de côté en vue de construire la maison de ses rêves avec son amoureux, mais les restrictions budgétaires au sein de la mairie ne lui laissent aucune illusion : elle ne verra jamais son temps de travail augmenter, ni même avoir l’espoir d’une nomination.

Sa vie bascule soudain un samedi soir dans un bar lounge, alors qu’elle prend un verre en compagnie de son chéri. Une voix amicale se fait en effet soudain entendre : – Frédéric, c’est toi?

Celui-ci se retourne et reconnaît un ancien camarade de classe, rencontré durant ses années de lycée. Se prénommant Antoine, il n’est toutefois pas un ami, Frédéric l’ayant toujours trouvé un peu malsain, ou en tout cas relativement sournois.

L’invitant, par politesse, à se joindre à leur table, le couple entame la conversation avec l’intéressé. Au fil de la discussion, il apparaît que le nouveau venu a plutôt bien réussi sa vie professionnelle : ayant hérité de son défunt père de la société familiale, il œuvre dans le secteur agroalimentaire et des machines agricoles. Au sein de cette région rurale, les clients ne manquent pas : marchands de bétail, agriculteurs, etc. D’autant qu’il n’a pas vraiment de concurrent direct dans sa zone.

Seul ombre au tableau, explique-t-il, son récent divorce.

Alors que Dorothée se confie sur sa propre situation professionnelle, Antoine la coupe :

– Si vous voulez, vous pouvez venir travailler dans mon entreprise. Je cherche une vendeuse, la dernière en date m’ayant quitté il y a une semaine en raison d’un déménagement dans une grande ville. L’équipe est petite mais suffisante vu l’éventail de marchandises que nous proposons. Un magasin de vente au détail ou en gros pour les produits agroalimentaires et un « atelier » pour l’exposition des machines agricoles, la vente et la réparation. Mon ouvrier, qui s’occupe de cette partie, s’appelle Kévin et c’est vraiment un chouette gars. Pour le reste (expéditions, livraisons), on fait appel à des sous-traitants. Cela vous dirait de tenter la chose?

Le lundi, après un week-end de réflexion avec son compagnon, Dorothée finit par accepter la proposition, d’autant que le salaire annoncé est plus que correct.

Et un mois plus tard, le temps de prester son préavis, la belle entame sa première journée de travail. Le job est relativement plaisant et facile : servir les clients et, depuis le comptoir, enregistrer les commandes concernant de grandes quantités de marchandises.

L’entreprise est établie en périphérie de la ville de Reims, dans un bourg perdu situé à une trentaine de kilomètres de l’endroit où elle habite. Malgré l’emplacement, le magasin, le plus souvent, ne désemplit, des fermiers de toute la région s’y fournissant. Seuls les mardis et les jeudis sont un peu moins chargés.

Les premières semaines se passent relativement bien, même si, Erzurum Escort de temps à autre, Antoine ne manque pas de toucher Dorothée. Rien de bien répréhensible : une main sur l’épaule, sur le bas du dos ou sur le bras. Puis, un lundi, Antoine fait venir sa vendeuse dans son bureau : – Vous faites un excellent travail. Mais, comme vous êtes très jolie, ce serait bien que vous vous habilliez plus sexy. Tous mes acheteurs sont des hommes et voir une charmante personne comme vous ne peut que les inciter à revenir. Le sexe masculin est d’une nature assez primaire, vous savez…

C’est tout ce qu’il dit, avant de replonger le nez dans ses papiers administratifs.

Désarçonnée par cette demande, la jeune femme n’ose toutefois pas en parler le soir même à son compagnon, dont elle connaît la jalousie. Or, ils ont besoin de ce travail.

Le lendemain matin, Frédéric à la surprise de voir sa dulcinée sortir de la salle de bains en étant vêtue d’une fine robe d’été. Il est vrai que nous sommes en plein mois de juin.

Vêtue de cette manière, Dorothée apparaît très désirable, même si le vêtement dévoile peu de ses charmes délicats. D’ailleurs, rien ne se passe au travail, son patron l’ignorant quasi durant toute la journée. Le reste de la semaine se déroule sans événement particulier. Antoine a simplement demandé à son employée de rester un peu plus tard le vendredi soir. Un client doit venir chercher plusieurs pièces de matériel et lui remettra, après chargement, une enveloppe d’argent liquide pour le paiement. Elle doit remplacer au pied levé Kévin, tombé malade la veille.

Les choses se déroulent comme prévues. Toutefois, ce que la fille ne sait pas, c’est que toute la scène av été filmée par deux caméras extérieures. Et le client en question est en fait un chauffeur roumain payé par le patron pour jouer ce rôle. Les pièces seront évidemment restituées, en toute discrétion, dans quelques jours. Le patron se réjouit déjà d’être à lundi. Le piège vient de se refermer.

A peine arrivée, la vendeuse, l’enveloppe à la main, est convoquée dans le bureau de son boss :

– Bonjour Dorothée, vous allez bien? Donnez-moi cet argent et regardez-moi ensuite un peu cela! C’est un petit film vidéo très révélateur! Et moi qui avait confiance en vous!

Ce disant, et en présence de Kévin qui se tient debout derrière lui, l’intéressé montre à la jeune femme la scène du vendredi soir, filmée sous deux angles différents.

– Je ne comprends pas, Antoine…

– Mais si vous comprenez! Il est clair que vous me volez du matériel que vous revendez sur le côté! Dommage que l’on ne sache pas identifier la plaque minéralogique du camion piloté par votre complice, le conducteur! Vous savez, celui qui vous a remis de l’argent en liquide. On le voit clairement sur la vidéo! D’ailleurs Kévin, qui était présent, a lui aussi tout vu de la scène. N’est-ce pas?

– Absolument, chef!

– Mais vous êtes fous, tous les deux! s’écrie Dorothée.

– Les images ne mentent pas. Et Kévin, en qui j’ai toute confiance, non plus. Il ne me reste plus qu’à prévenir la police et à déposer plainte pour vol aggravé. On verra comment vous contesterez ces faits indéniables. Votre réputation sera ruinée et vous irez sans doute en prison. Adieu maison, adieu le moindre travail! On n’engage pas une voleuse. Un beau gâchis, vous ne trouvez pas? Je n’aurais jamais cru cela de vous.

– Pourquoi faites-vous cela? murmure l’employée, entre deux sanglots.

La réponse d’Antoine est cinglante : – Parce que depuis le lycée, je n’ai jamais aimé Frédéric. Je le détestais même. Et je le déteste toujours. Un prétentieux tombant les filles. Et j’ai ici l’occasion de me venger un peu, via sa petite amie. C’est aussi simple que cela. Ne vous avais-je pas dit que l’homme avait une nature primaire?

Puis, marquant un temps, il reprend son monologue sous l’œil goguenard de son Erzurum Escort Bayan ouvrier : – Maintenant, je peux oublier toute cette affaire si, à l’avenir, vous vous pliez à certaines de mes exigences. C’est compris où vous voulez découvrir les joies d’une cellule?

– C’est compris, Antoine, répond-elle dans un murmure.

– Appelez-moi désormais Monsieur Florent. Quant à moi, je me permettrai dès à présent de te tutoyer. Voici la première de mes demandes, qui ne souffre d’aucune contestation. Sinon, ce sera la police. Afin de booster nos ventes au magasin, je souhaiterais –ou plutôt j’exige- qu’à partir de demain, tu viennes avec des robes plus courtes. Autrement dit, des mini-jupes. Et que tu arrêtes de porter des soutiens-gorge. Allez, file maintenant, il est temps d’aller travailler, ma chérie!

Le reste de la journée se déroule de manière habituelle, même si Dorothée a dû mal à se concentrer sur ses tâches. Elle se force à sourire aux clients, même si le cœur n’y est pas, d’autant qu’une sourde angoisse est née en elle quant à la suite des événements.

Le mercredi matin, habillée d’une mini-jupe moulante et d’un chemisier à boutons, elle quitte la maison pour se rendre à l’entreprise. Fort heureusement, comme la plupart des jours de la semaine, Frédéric est déjà parti et doit rentrer en fin de soirée. Il ne verra donc pas la tenue avec laquelle elle s’en va travailler. A peine arrivée au magasin, le patron invite son employée à se rendre dans son bureau, posant son bras sur son épaule, avant de déplacer lentement sa main vers le bas du dos de son employée. Quelques minutes plus tard, quelqu’un vient frapper à la porte.

— Entre, Kévin, c’est ouvert!

Et l’ouvrier de pénétrer dans la pièce, tout en découvrant le visage de sa collègue rouge comme une tomate.

Antoine prend immédiatement la parole : – Allez, Dorothée, raconte un peu à notre ami ce qui vient de se passer…

– Monsieur… Florent vient de… vérifier si… je portais un soutien-gorge.

– Et comment ai-je vérifier?

La jeune femme ferme les yeux et prend une profonde inspiration. Elle regarde son collègue, un gars d’à peine vingt ans, blond et doté d’une belle carrure. Ses cheveux coupés courts n’embellissent pas un visage peu gracieux, doté d’un long nez et de pommettes saillantes. Même s’il est désormais un homme, quelques traces d’acné parsemant encore sa figure témoignent de sa sortie récente de l’adolescence.

– Vous avez déboutonné mon chemisier, écarté les pans et commencé à palper et tâter mes seins.

– C’est vrai, répond son patron. D’ailleurs, ta fine blouse n’est toujours pas réajustée. Tu veux bien l’ouvrir pour montrer ta jolie poitrine à notre ami Kévin? C’est un ordre, évidemment!

En pleurs, la vendeuse s’exécute, dévoilant ses globes aux yeux concupiscents de l’ouvrier. Et Antoine de poursuivre :

– Qu’ai-je fait après m’être assuré que tu ne portais pas de soutien-gorge?

Après un long silence, la fille laisse échapper dans un murmure : – Vous m’avez fait enlever ma culotte et m’avez dit de ne plus jamais en porter au magasin ni à l’atelier.

– Et qu’ai-je dit d’autre, Dorothée?

– Vous m’avez demandé pour demain de raser tous mes poils pubiens afin d’avoir un sexe ressemblant à celui d’une petite fille.

– C’est bien, tu apprends vite! Tout en parlant, Antoine s’est déplacé derrière son employée, abaissant la fermeture éclair de la mini-jupe. Tandis que celle-ci tombe par terre et que la vendeuse se retrouve totalement nue, il continue son monologue :

– Tu vois, Kévin, c’est la dernière fois que nous voyons notre amie avec son duvet. J’ai horreur d’avoir des cheveux en bouche lorsque je fais un cunnilingus. En outre, quand je baise une fille, j’adore voir où je rentre ma queue. Et toi, tu en penses quoi?

– Tout à fait d’accord avec vous, patron! acquiesce le manutentionnaire.

Posant Escort Erzurum sa main sur le postérieur de Dorothée, il caresse celui-ci comme si la femme lui appartenait. Avant de donner une claque sur la fesse gauche : – Allez, il est temps de faire bouger ce joli cul. Rhabille-toi et va au comptoir! Les clients n’attendent pas!

L’employée ne revoit pas son patron ni son collègue de toute la journée. Au bord de la crise de nerfs, elle tente de se concentrer sur le service à offrir aux visiteurs en affichant des sourires forcés. Mais des pensées noires ne cessent de la hanter. Elle ne parvient pas, minute après minute, à effacer le spectacle honteux qu’elle a offert à ces deux hommes. Même si elle était contrainte et forcée, elle s’en veut énormément.

Alors qu’elle va partir, Antoine la somme de venir le lendemain vingt minutes avant l’ouverture officielle du magasin. Elle le rejoindra au bureau, tout comme Kévin devra être arrivé, lui, dix minutes après elle. Le soir, lors du dîner, elle ne peut retenir des haut-le-cœur, qu’elle tente tant bien que mal de masquer à son fiancé. Prétextant une migraine, elle se refuse à lui et monte immédiatement se coucher, non sans avoir avalé une solide de dose de somnifères. Les bras de Morphée finissent par l’enlacer et elle sombre dans un sommeil à la fois profond et peuplé de cauchemars.

Le jeudi tant redouté arrive trop tôt. Comme ordonné, elle se présente à son boulot en avance. Lorsque quelques instants plus tard, son collègue ouvrier pénètre à son tour dans l’office, il découvre un spectacle qu’il n’aurait jamais imaginé. Totalement nue, à genoux, les fesses reposant sur ses mollets, Dorothée est positionnée devant la bite, aux dimensions supérieures à la moyenne, de son boss, qui est vautré dans le canapé servant habituellement à accueillir les bons clients. Celui-ci lui donne une nouvelle injonction : – Explique à Kévin, tel que je te l’ai demandé, ce que tu fais car c’est ce que tu aimes par-dessus, n’est-ce pas?

Et la jeune femme de répondre en hachant ses mots, la voix tremblotante : – Co… Comme je vous le disais… A l’instant… J’a… J’adore sucer des bites… Toutes les bites…

– Et bien, qu’est-ce que tu attends pour continuer?

Frémissante de dégoût, elle se penche néanmoins, ouvre lentement ses lèvres, sort sa langue et entreprend de lécher doucement le gland de son patron, qui commence à gémir et s’exclame :

– Notre salope à la bouche pleine!

L’intéressé montre désormais de sérieux signes d’excitation. Il caresse les cheveux de son employée en grognant et en gémissant de plus belle. Sa queue qui a désormais atteint sa taille optimale luit de la salive que la suceuse dépose dessus à chaque passage. Il se cambre en criant, s’agrippe à la chevelure de la pompeuse pendant que celle-ci, n’ayant pas d’autre choix, continue son œuvre. Antoine aurait bien voulu faire durer son plaisir plus longtemps, mais cela lui devient extrêmement difficile. Séance tenante, lors d’un spasme plus puissant que les autres, il finit par exploser et éjacule massivement dans la bouche de la pauvre Dorothée :

– Avale tout! Ne gâche pas cette précieuse semence! Avale et nettoie bien avec ta langue. Je veux que ma bite soit parfaitement nettoyée! Compris, voleuse?

La vendeuse, la mort dans l’âme, s’exécute sous les yeux moqueurs de Kévin avant d’être brutalement congédiée : – Maintenant que ta première tâche du matin est terminée, il est temps de passer à la seconde. Bouge ton cul et va travailler!

Anéantie, elle s’en va servir les clients tel un zombie. Ses gestes sont mal assurés tant son cerveau brumeux ne cesse, encore et encore, de se remémorer cette horrible chose qu’elle vient d’être obligée de faire. A la fin de la journée, elle est à nouveau convoquée pour le lendemain, à la même heure. Rentrée chez elle, profitant de l’absence de son mari, qui n’est toujours pas revenu de son job, elle s’en va directement coucher, non sans lui avoir laissé un repas à réchauffer. Comme ordonné par son vicieux chef, son sexe est désormais totalement imberbe.

Au réveil, elle se justifie auprès de Frédéric en disant qu’elle l’a fait pour mieux l’exciter…

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Is this really happening? he thought, feeling his heart pounding against his chest. The rush of blood in his ears and tightness in his pants made the moment seem unreal. There was something daring about dangling yourself so close to danger. Of course, getting caught would lead to disaster. Being fired or needing to quit, possibly never being able to teach again, and maybe not ever being able to do anything related to his original field of study. But… the risk also came with a taste of exhilaration. Feeling like anything could happen, even something bad, was… exciting. The view from the edge of a cliff and the resulting desire to step off was simply too hard to resist anymore.

“Are you sure about this?” he said. He knew the answer already. She wouldn’t have come all this way, sat in his office and had the conversation they’d just had all to back down at the last moment. He watched her disregard the question almost immediately and scoot her chair closer to him. He had locked the door a moment before and was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. He wasn’t making a concerted effort to hide the beginnings of his erection and she had certainly taken notice by now. Without warning, she locked eyes with him from where she was seated below and began unzipping his pants. The rushing of blood in his ears was back and before he knew it, he could feel the warmth of her hands on his cock.

She broke their gaze to look down at it, tracing careful circles around the tip with her thumb while both hands held him at attention. He let his eyes close and breathed in quietly, feeling his abs tighten when she began to stroke him. Long strokes, up and down his throbbing shaft that made him feel impossibly big. She was clearly experienced. He opened his eyes to see her wetting her lips slightly with her tongue. The sight was almost enough to make him cum, seeing this hot college student ready to suck his cock for a better grade. He shifted to a more comfortable position, standing up fully instead of leaning against the desk. He guided his hand along her neck for a moment and ran his fingers through her hair, getting a gentle grip on the back of her head.

Her face had blushed a deep bink when he guided her head forward and pushed into her mouth. He looked up to the ceiling and grit his teeth, tightening his abs again at the wet, warm feel of her mouth and tongue. She likely knew he was getting close and began working him with her hands Edirne Escort and mouth, expertly. Each time he heard the ‘pops’ and ‘sllmmms’ of her blowjob, he thought she was hamming it up for him. And boy did he not mind the show. “That’s right, suck your professor’s cock. Swallow this fat dick.” he groaned under his breath. She picked up her pace until he was stiff as a brick and spurting cum along her tongue. He felt a shiver down his spine when, after shaking to catch his breath, he realized she had swallowed. Her hair had gotten messy and she locked eyes with him again as she took him in her mouth one more time to lick him up. What a slut, he thought to himself, impressed at how much she wanted to show off for him.

He thought back to what had brought them here, to this moment.

“I missed last lecture thanks to being sick and I know my last exam didn’t go well either. I think I’m really slipping behind,” she said. They had again been alone in his office, the door slightly open this time. He shared the hallway with a few other professors who routinely passed by, along with other employees and students. But that afternoon he had agreed to meet further into the afternoon, when the building was mostly deserted. The meeting had been progressing the way these meetings always did with failing students, and he rubbed his eyes boredly before addressing her.

“Well, things like this happen. If you come to office hours to study and ask questions, your next test grades should improve.”

“Right… I was thinking that too. Plus there’s the review session coming up that I’ll be sure to come to.”

“Exactly. Up the studying, really try to come to review sessions, and if you have to miss lecture try to get someone’s notes next time.” He was absently scratching his ear and felt the conversation was coming to a close. Dealing with students wasn’t his favorite part of the job and, with the hour growing late, he felt a stronger urge to get home.

“Of course if there’s extra credit, I’d be willing to do that too.”

He had begun to stand up and rustle around for his things. “Yeah, if you write an extra paper at the end of the semester, I’ll drop your lowest grade.”

“Or something else?”

He was patting his pockets, trying to find his keys. “Uh.. I’m sorry. I do need to get going. That’s the only form of extra credit. The paper.” More patting and rustling through drawers.

“Something else,” she repeated. Edirne Escort Bayan Her tone was serious.

Dr. Everett let out a breathy laugh, having paused with keys in hand. Oh great, she’s one of these kinds of students, he thought. He widened his eyes in mock terror, thinking she would begin hassling him about unfair grades and demanding extra credit. He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“There’s nothing else, I’m afraid. You can refer to the syllabus, I only offer the paper,” he said firmly.

She blinked. He saw a small grin forming at the corner of her lips and watched her hand travel to the top of her zip-up sweater. She grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it down to reveal a gorgeous amount of cleavage. There was no shirt underneath, he realized, and for a moment he thought maybe she was just adjusting her sweater innocently. Though provocative, she hadn’t revealed much more than one might see on a normal day. He tried to look away before she noticed him staring but the awkward pause in their conversation gave him away. She locked eyes with him and lifted her chin, daring him to keep looking. She unzipped… and unzipped, until the sweater perfectly revealed the center of her bosom and bra. Seeing the fancy black lace of her bra signaled to him that she had premeditated the whole affair… for him. He gulped. Oh… he thought, extra credit.

He sat back down in his chair and glimpsed the crack in the door. The hallway outside had been perfectly quiet to this point. He hoped this luck would last and none of the janitors would come by. Perhaps on any other day, he would have sent a student out for pulling something like this. The only correct response was to immediately expel her from his office and his class, but he had hesitated. It wasn’t too late to back out, but he might as well see what she wanted.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asked.

“I want my last test grade changed to an A, please.” she said, simply.

“And what can you do for me?”

“I… can do things with my hands or my mouth,” she said. She had peered down and lost some of her confidence, having to say the words so directly.

He sat and observed her for a moment. There was no way around how wrong it would be to exchange sex for credit. He didn’t think they were terribly far apart in age with him being a pretty new professor, but the uneven power dynamic made him uneasy. Just another guy taking Escort Edirne advantage…

“I wouldn’t worry about the optics of it all,” she said, suddenly. “I’m using you too.”

“You’re not violating me to do it, though.”

She shrugged.

They both sat uneasily for a while. He couldn’t reconcile how wrong it was, but felt in his bones that he already knew he wouldn’t say no. There was no inertia, no resisting the forbidden fruit when it so easily offered itself up to him. He let his eyes fall back to her cleavage.

“Come to my office a few times after 6, and I’ll see about changing that grade.”

She looked unhappy. “If we do this, I want a more concrete deal than that.”

He raised his eyebrows. He didn’t want to admit how much he wanted this by further hammering out the details. Just not right then.

She zipped her jacket up a bit. “I know you want me, but you still have all the power here. Who’s to say I have all these visits with you and you don’t follow through?”

“Well, that’s right… You can’t trust me. I think we’re both taking a leap here.”

She frowned. There was some amount of mutually assured destruction to be had for both of them. She couldn’t deny that. “Okay. Visits first.”

He couldn’t hold back a small, pleased grinned.

“But,” she added. “Blowjobs will be worth boosted test grades. Handjobs should be worth some missed attendance.”

Selling yourself a bit short there, he thought, but didn’t protest. Nodding and crossing his arms he offered some more terms to their contract. “For some photos of you… perhaps letters of recommendation? I can make some connections for you.”

He saw her face turning a deep pink at the mention of nudes. The rest of her expression didn’t betray whatever embarrassment she felt. “Deal.”

“And what about sex?”

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “I suppose that could also be on the table.”

Sensing her discomfort, he thought he should back off, but he figured she had earned some discomfort for being this bold. Like a shark sniffing blood in the water, he pressed on. “Perhaps worth a full letter grade.”

She blinked, her thoughts indecipherable in that moment.

“Think about it. We won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

And with that she nodded and left.

Hours later, when he was well at home, he got an email from her.

“Here’s my phone number. Talk there.”

He sent her a quick text and she immediately replied with a photo.

This ones on the house, it said. Below was a photo of her in her lacy black bra, no sweater in sight. That night, he studied the photo carefully, letting his imagination run wild with everything he would do with her.

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B was a nanny for a well to do professional couple with a young family. She was fresh out of college, engaged and enjoyed her job. What she had not counted on was falling for Kevin, the husband, and finding out that this older married man had more to offer her than her stuck up and aloof betrothed.

Kevin had accidentally stumbled upon her masturbating in the shower and they quickly connected under the hot water. While intense and passionate, they both realized how risky it would be to ever do anything like that again. As a result, they made it an almost daily routine thereafter.

After the wife had gone to work and the kiddos needs were met, there was a blissful couple of hours where opportunity presented itself. Kevin would workout and go for his daily run, B would often accompany him (time permitting) or just be ready for him when he got home. As a result, they found time to have lots and lots of hot, steamy sex.

Kevin was in his late 30s, dark hair, athletic, friendly smile and energetic. B was 21, “girl next door” pretty with light brown hair, hazel eyes, tons of charm and whit, perky little breasts and a bubble butt. On occasions when they went out in public with the children, people often assumed they were a couple, and he hammed it up, patting her bottom, bragging about her and generally making her blush.

His wife was an up and coming surgeon in high demand, and was trying to find a wok life balance that leaned heavily in favor of work, then children and husband ( to a very minor degree).

B’s other half was in grad school, aloof and more interested in hanging out with his buddies and only attempting to connect when he was drunk and horny. Needless to say, she wasn’t a priority and he did not give her the respect and attention she deserved.

It was the perfect storm for two outgoing people (starved for affection), forced by their situation to spend many hours together every day. Once the dam broke, they found time to meet their respective needs.

More often than not, they would start in the shower. He would get back from his run and jump in the large shower adjacent to B’s quarters. She would shed her clothes and join him. Kissing, fondling, soaping each other as their ardor built between them, quite literally with his hefty endowment growing and pressing Edirne Escort into her belly or nestling between her ample cheeks. She was learning how to meet his needs and he was a willing instructor as she grew more confident in using her hands, mouth and body to tease him to full, throbbing, leaking erections.

Likewise, he was very adroit in ensuring her arousal, and by the time they left the shower, he had mad her cum at least once (usually twice) on his fingers or with his mouth, or a generous combination of both..

They would towel off and then get in her bed, where they would fuck in every position she could think of, and many that he showed her for the first time. She learned what positions he liked to take her in, and she also learned what she enjoyed most that put her over the edge, over and over. Riding him cowgirl style filled and stretched her while her clit mashed into his pubic bone in a delicious way. He would suck on her long eraser tip nipples and grab her ass while pumping up into her tight little hole. Her orgasms were intense in this position and she couldn’t wipe the silly grin off her face as she would shutter on top of him, collapsing against his muscular chest.

He enjoyed rolling her onto her tummy and straddling her thighs and plowing into her nubile, prone body. He would grip and knead her pale cheeks as he slid in and out of her slowly, enjoying seeing his long, thick cock spread her puffy pink lips while her virgin ass would contract and expand delightfully.

Since she was on the pill, he didn’t hesitate to finish inside her, putting his weight fully on top of her as he thrust deeply in her until he shot his hot sticky load into her.

Afterward, they would cuddle and kiss as he leaked out of her onto her sheets. Then they would resume their day, he going into his home office and she carrying out her nanny duties.

So when the wife announced the conference in Tahoe, it was an exciting opportunity go someplace fun and beautiful, and see what new opportunities they could discover together.

Packing her suitcase, helping pack her charges’ things all while fighting with her fiance’ over txt led to a stressful buildup to the trip. the early morning flight with fussy littles, too little sleep and not enough coffee nearly Edirne Escort Bayan had her wiped out by the time they arrived at their chalet they had rented for the week.

They had a day to unwind before the conference and B happily slept in while Kevin and his wife played happy family in the snow with their kids. She luxuriated in the large king bed all to herself in a room with large windows looking out over snow capped mountains. Her thoughts drifted to wondering when she would get to be alone with Kevin on the trip and a naughty thrill ran through her and she slid her hand down her tummy and into her pajama bottoms.

She traced her fingers around her lips as she imagined feeling his hard throbbing cock inside her. She masturbated as she relived past experience with hm, and soon she had kicked off her PJs and rolled onto her tummy. She humped her fingers as she moaned into her pillow and had an intense orgasm. She sighed and figured she would hop in the shower so she could be dressed and ready when they returned home.

She was luxuriating under the hot water of the large walk-in shower when she heard a familiar voice, “Hey, I always seem to catch you in the shower.” Kevin stood grinning, nude, with his gorgeous erection at full tilt as he opened the glass door.

“What are you doing?” B exclaimed. “Where is the family?” Thrilled and alarmed at the same time at his boldness.

“Oh don’t worry, they went to a colleague’s house that lives locally. I feigned altitude sickness, so I came back to the house to get some relief,” he said lustily as he pulled her wet body to his and leaned in hungrily to kiss her. She moaned into his mouth at the thought of having him all to herself. His throbbing cock pressed into her belly as his hands cupped the globes of her bubble butt.

She slid her hands between them and began fondling his smooth, heavy balls while stroking his shaft. She rubbed her thumb, artfully, over his pee slit, causing an involuntary moan from his lips into hers.

He kissed and licked her neck and shoulder, trailing down to her perky breasts and erect nipples, sucking on them in turn as she stroked him and his fingers split her cheeks to penetrate her slick folds. He was so skilled with his hands and fingers, something she had not Escort Edirne experienced in her young life with boys her age. He quickly fingered her to her second orgasm of the day, pushing her over the edge when one finger penetrated her virgin little star.

She panted, her forehead against his chest for a moment as she recovered, her hands still on his manhood. It was so close to her mouth at this angle, and she just slid down to her knees and took his head into her mouth.

He sighed and gently put his hands on her shoulders as she began to lick, stroke, and suck him. She was certainly getting better at using her pouty lips and mouth to pleasure him, and he praised her for her skills. After all, she had already sucked his cock more in the few months she had worked for them, than any other time, with any other guy, previously. In fact, his was only the third one she had ever put in her mouth.

She cupped his balls and worked her hand up and down his shaft as her lips and tongue worked on his head. He began to thrust his hips and fuck her mouth slowly, then, with more urgency. His hands went to her head and he held her in place as he announced he was going to cum. With one more squeeze of his balls and a rapid flicker of her tongue on the underside of his corona, she locked eyes with him and he erupted in her mouth. “ohhhh fuck…” he hissed through clenched teeth as his cum drained from his balls into her. She swallowed as much as she could of his thick creamy ejaculate, but it still spilled out of her mouth, running down her chin, onto her chest. She drank him greedily, and kept him in her mouth, sucking and licking him until he had to gently push away from her.

He pulled her up by her armpits and slid his hands under her ass and picked her up to hold her in a tight embrace. Her long legs wrapped around him as he kissed her cummy lips. She was giddy with pleasure and contentment, knowing she had taken care of this wonderful man, and that she was a capable, and appreciated woman.

He finally put her down and they languidly laughed and soaped each other off before finally exiting the shower. He playfully smacked her ass and said, “thanks for healing me!” To which she grinned and responded, “hey, you are still not cured. I think you need to go lie down in bed and let me make sure you are fully recovered. In fact, I don’t feel so well myself, and think I need to get back in bed, also.”

And with that, they quickly toweled off and jumped back in bed, kissing and embracing, as part of him, a large part, began to recover quite nicely.

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This is mostly a prequel to the “My Summer with Nora” series, but some of it overlaps with later events. Here Nora Meara discusses some of her freshman year experiences. She entered the City College of New York in September 1973.

Paul is the narrator of “My Summer with Nora” and he was her boyfriend for a time starting in June 1974. Wackenhut was the company that provided campus security at the time. The $25 charge for her first trick would be about $150 today.

********

I didn’t have an easy transition from high school to City College. The sexual attitudes and politics of the new place disturbed me.

It was like every guy who couldn’t get laid in high school assumed that college girls were “easy” and they couldn’t wait for some sexual action. It seemed that the place was swarming with horny virgins and near-virgins, and all of them noticed me.

When I was on campus, I was constantly getting asked to go out with them or to simply have one-night stands. Many of them would comment on my appearance and supposed sexual availability even if they did not know me at all. There were no topics that were out of bounds when one of them would come up and try to converse with me.

I became paranoid about being anywhere at the school outside of the classrooms. Walking to the subway stations was a trial.

Within a couple of weeks, I knew most of them thought I was just a cunt they could penetrate, or if that wasn’t possible, my mouth, hands, or anus were there to get them off. I, in turn, started to think of the lot of them as simply erect cocks seeking a female orifice to satisfy them.

Later, Paul would say I had exaggerated the situation, but he wasn’t an eighteen-year-old female trying to navigate that difficult environment. It all felt demoralizing, even dehumanizing. I was completely unprepared to deal with it. Then I hit upon an idea to get some power back for myself.

One of the most persistent of my “suitors” was a junior by the name of Greg. He would often follow me around on both the North and South Campuses, and he constantly was asking me for dates. One time he said, “Even the snack bar would be fine for me.”

“Well, it’s not fine for me; it’s a dump. And besides, I’m just not interested in you.”

“Come on, we could just have sodas or coffee if you wish.” We were on the North Campus at that point

Some inspiration came over me, and maybe I was being tongue-in-cheek when I said, “If you give me twenty-five dollars, I’ll give you a blowjob. How does that sound?”

I was amazed that he took that seriously. After a few seconds of indecision, he said, “Yeah, I’ll go for that. And we’re in luck because my car is parked right over on St. Nicolas Terrace.” That was a curving street that separated the campus from the park on the other side.

At that point, it was about two o’clock in the afternoon. I said, “That doesn’t seem particularly secure, to be in a car on a public street in the middle of the day.”

“That’s not a problem. I’ve got a big quilt in the back that will cover us up.”

I had a weird feeling of disassociation like this wasn’t really happening. Yet I heard myself setting two conditions. “First of all, you can’t come in my mouth. I won’t allow it.”

“Why does that make a difference?”

“I don’t know; that’s just the way I want it to go. I’ll pull you out at the end and you can shoot it elsewhere.” Later on, I would charge them extra if they wanted to ejaculate into my mouth. I also had a charge if they came in my face, which could be quite a mess.

Then I said, “While we’re doing this, I want you to put your hand under my skirt and into my panties. Fondle my cunt and try to make me come. That way I can feel some pleasure too. You think you know how to do that?”

“Oh yeah, of course, I’ve done that many times.”

Some instinct told me that he was either exaggerating or outright lying, but I didn’t challenge him on that.

Then we went to his car, which I think was a late 1960s full-size Ford. He sat in the front seat behind the steering wheel, and I sort of hunched over next to him sideways. Then he got the quilt from the back seat and covered both of us. I insisted that he pay me first, and he didn’t object.

Under the quilt, I completely unbuckled his pants. It was very strange to realize that I barely knew this guy and then have his cock in my mouth. As promised, he did put his hand under my skirt and he was doing a fair job of working on my pussy. I still remember that skirt: it was black with white dots on it. My panties were pink with white stripes.

What I hadn’t counted on was how fast he would come. I guess he was one of those guys whose main sexual release was through masturbation, and having a real girl work on him was a novelty. It seemed to take him only a few minutes to climax. I could tell from the way he was moving and the sounds he was making that he was about to go off.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and continued rubbing Edirne Escort it with my hands; he pushed the quilt partially out of the way. I aimed it so that he mostly ejaculated onto the car’s dashboard. Quite a bit of his spunk covered the speedometer.

When he was done, he also took his hand away from my crotch. I said, “Hey, I haven’t come yet.”

His next statement was an important lesson for me. “So what? I’m finished, we’re done.” I realized that as the customer, he was paying for his own pleasure, not mine. What I thought was irrelevant; my needs were not important.

Yet he didn’t get nasty about it and order me out of his car, which guys would do later. And I was pleased that I had made twenty-five dollars so easily. Neither one of us really knew what we were doing, nor did I realize that I had set a price more appropriate for an experienced call girl, not a neophyte college student.

“Greg, do you have any friends who might be interested in my services?” I didn’t tell him that I had never done this before.

“Sure, there are lots of them who would be interested I think.” At that point, I was thinking about how many male virgins were wandering around that school.

“My name is Nora, Nora Meara, and I’m a history major. Thus I usually can be found somewhere on the South Campus.” On an impulse, I wrote out my home phone number on a piece of notebook paper.

“Okay, I’ll make sure that the word gets out about you.” I don’t even remember making the decision; I just liked the money. In a few minutes, almost by accident, I had turned into a whore.

I didn’t know what more to say to him, so I just got out of the car. He was already using a cloth to clean the interior of his vehicle. I thought, I don’t mean anything to this guy; I’m just a mouth that brought him to a climax. All right, I accepted that fact.

I was still very horny from his fondling of me, so I went into one of the ladies’ rooms in Shepherd Hall and masturbated in a stall. My climax from that was intense, and I had to control myself so I did not cry out with my pleasure.

On the way out, I stopped and looked in one of the mirrors. It seemed on the surface that I was still the same Nora Meara, but I knew I wasn’t the same underneath. I remember thinking, why bang these dumb guys for nothing when I could get them to pay for it? They don’t care about me one way or the other. I was just a sexual object to them.

I was already in a state of denial that would last for months.

****

It was surprising how fast word about me spread through the school.

Within ten days of starting my hooking gigs, a lot of guys at CCNY had my phone number and I’d arrange many of my transactions through that medium. Sometimes I’d still do it the old-fashioned street prostitute way. I’d lounge around inside the Finley Student Center or just stand outside that building or maybe Wagner Wall, and invariably some dude would approach me.

My first ever customer, Greg with the big Ford, said he’d get the word out about my services and he kept his promise. He had told his friends, who then told their friends, and so it went out along the horny college student grapevine. A girl with dark blonde hair and steel-rimmed glasses named Nora was turning tricks, mostly on the South Campus. I regretted giving Greg my full name, but I was still very naïve when I had met him.

******

I had decided that I wouldn’t let any man take me vaginally, with or without a condom, or let him spank me. Everything else was open to negotiation. I tried, by trial and error, to get my prices in line with reality.

Some guys were quite disappointed that I wouldn’t be submissive and let them spank me. After all, I was a very bad girl and I deserved to get my ass whacked good and hard. Well, too bad, I wouldn’t do it. Actually, I might have done it for some ridiculously high price, but none of them had enough money for that.

In the beginning, it was hard to find places to take the johns during the middle of the day. One place that worked pretty well was the small mens’ room in Stieglitz Hall, a building that was really a wing of Finley. It had two urinals at the front and two stalls in the back. It was very lightly used all day long.

We would go into the last stall and I would squat on the toilet as I performed blowjobs and handjobs. If anybody came in to take a piss, they would only see the male’s legs, not mine.

One time somebody came into use the stall right next to ours. That was a little too close for comfort. I shook my head, and we made a hasty retreat out of there. Maybe that other guy noticed me passing, or maybe he didn’t. It really didn’t matter.

There were other mens’ rooms around that may have been a bit busier but they were also much larger. It was possible to get away with a lot if we used the last stall at the end. The one on the second floor of Wagner saw some action

Sometimes, if they were on the staff, the johns wanted Edirne Escort Bayan to use one of the student newspaper offices in the evening. There were five such offices lined up on the third floor of Finley.

My first anal, in fact, was with one of the editors of The Campus in their office. I got up on my hands and knees on their couch for that. He lubed up pretty well, so it wasn’t that difficult to do. He also promised to fondle my pussy during the act, but he quickly forgot and concentrated on his own thrusting.

It didn’t matter much, because he came pretty quickly. In fact, almost all of my customers were pretty fast with their orgasms regardless of what they were doing. That’s just the nature of revved-up college-age guys. The majority of them were premature ejaculators no matter how much they tried to think of baseball or whatever. They were excited by the novelty of having a new girl, despite the fact that they were paying for her.

The only exceptions were those who paid for another go-round. Those two-timers usually had more stamina for the second act.

For the others, I didn’t know why even they bothered getting a hooker. Rarely was the time from pulling their cocks out to having an orgasm more than fifteen or twenty minutes. It was usually about the same for oral, manual, or anal stimulation.

Using a newspaper office could be a bit perilous because it was hard to predict when somebody would drop by for some late-night reason. We would lock the door, but the unexpected visitor usually had the key. In those cases, they would open the door, while we would look sheepish and get out as fast as possible. After a while, people would recognize me anyway as Nora, the campus hooker.

There was always that tunnel under Convent Avenue between Shepherd and Baskerville. It wasn’t very busy and would work for an occasional handjob or blowjob. A Wackenhut guard came through once and caught us in mid-suck. He just laughed and kept going. They weren’t paid enough to do any real security work.

******

One day in early October a guy approached me as I stood in front of Wagner. He had very little money to spend. For that amount, there was only one thing I would do: I’d be in some stage of undress and he could masturbate while looking at my tits or pussy. It was cheap because I didn’t have to be touched by him. It was like a peep show without the glass between us.

That guy had the keys to a little room in Cohen Library, right up the road. There was nothing in there except for a desk and two chairs. We went in and I started my little peep-show act for him.

To start off, I leaned over the desk, lifted my skirt, and took my panties off. I waved my bare hindquarters at him, my pussy and everything else down there visible to him. I knew he could have a good view of my whole underside that way. Meanwhile, he sat in one of the chairs a few feet away and he began masturbating as he watched my womanly parts from behind.

It didn’t seem worth wasting the time, so I took out my sociology textbook and read it while swaying my ass back and forth. I could hear him moaning louder and louder until I knew he was about to climax.

He cried out, “Nora, you’re so beautiful; you’re making me come!”

Then I heard something that sounded like raindrops hitting the pavement. I looked back, and I saw that he was ejaculating several impressive loads up and out into the air. The sound was the noise of his semen coming back down and splattering onto the floor.

I was about to leave — I had my money and I had finished the job — when he caught his breath and said, “Please Nora, let me do some more things with you.”

“Do you have more money? Because it’s strictly pay to play with me.”

He had none, so I put my panties back on and put the book back into my bag. I walked out while his cock was still hanging out and his semen pooled on the floor.

*****

Some customers paid to be “fluffed.” I would gyrate my bare buttocks again their bare crotches until they came as they held my hips. Of course, their spunk went all over my backside and lower back, requiring some clean-up time.

One of them bet me that I couldn’t make him come if he kept his trousers up as I rubbed my ass against his front. He claimed that I wouldn’t be able to give him an orgasm that way, and thus he wouldn’t have to pay for it.

He was obviously a fool because I was sure I could do it. Within a few minutes, he shot off inside his clothes. It was quite embarrassing for him because it left a big wet spot right on the crotch of his pants.

****

Another customer had a rather elaborate scenario for me. I was supposed to be a street whore, and he would drive up and engage me while I was standing on Convent Avenue in the evening.

Usually, I was reluctant to get into a man’s car; that first Greg client had parked his vehicle with the engine turned off. But this one was offering a significant amount of Escort Edirne money, and he was also going to give me even more cash to buy some provocative clothes. From his point of view, he probably felt safer with me than with a real street prostitute. I took the job, and he paid for everything ahead of time.

The plan was that he would pick me up at a pre-arranged spot. Then we’d drive off and we’d play his john-whore game. He would take me someplace and I would give him a blowjob. Then he would drive me back to the campus. He had a pretty roomy car too, a 1971 Chevelle sedan.

On the appointed evening I was wearing a tan raincoat to hide my costume, and I waited at the entrance of Wingate Hall. It was just around sunset when he drove up and lowered the passenger side window. “Hey honey, are you working tonight?” I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous line.

I went to the window and pretended to negotiate with him. “Yeah, I’m working. How much have you got to spend?” Actually, since he had paid me in advance, it simplified things. I got in the back seat so I could tease him when I took my raincoat off. Everything underneath that garment was black. As we drove off, I removed my coat and revealed myself to him

My outfit was well-coordinated, all in black, a version of the dominatrix look. I knew it would be useful during future encounters. From top to bottom I had: a bustier (a sort of brassiere-blouse combination), elbow-high gloves, a micro-miniskirt, a tiny thong, a garter and straps to hold up my fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots.

He was extremely impressed with my attire and he had a difficult time driving while trying to look back at me. “Come on baby, sit up in the front with me.”

“Oh, no, I’m going to flaunt myself to you first.”

Actually, I had planned to stay back there until we reached wherever the blowjob location was. I knew if I sat in the front he would want to put his hands all over me. It may seem strange for a hooker, but I tried to minimize the amount of touching the customers did on my body. Yes, it felt creepy to have men pay to put their hands on me.

I gave him a good show, however. I spread my legs and pulled my thong aside. Then I fondled my pussy as we drove along. I was giving myself some real pleasure rubbing the cloth of the glove on my clitoris.

Our destination was not far away; it was under the Riverside Drive viaduct around 130th Street. He already had his cock out when I got in the front with him. I held his cock with my gloved-covered hand and I put my red-lipsticked mouth around his shaft. As I expected, he came in a few minutes.

He had paid to ejaculate into my mouth. However, I had an improvised surprise for him. I leaned over, opened the door, and spat his semen into the street.

He was shocked. “Why did you have to do that?”

“Because, sweetie, that’s what street whores do.” I had read about such incidents somewhere, like maybe in The Village Voice or perhaps Screw magazine. “I mean, you were done with your cum and so was I.”

I thought he would argue about not getting his money’s worth, but he meekly accepted the situation. In return, I gave him a freebie on the return trip. I was in the back again, and I took off a glove and began a masturbation session that was more intense than the one on the outbound trip. It seemed that I could finger-fuck myself better than most of those inept guys could do it.

When we were back on Convent Avenue, I hadn’t finished yet but I was very close to coming. I didn’t have to fake anything as I cried out in my sexual release.

He had been watching intently from his position behind the wheel. As I was catching my breath, he said, “How about watching me jerk off now? I know I can put out another really big one for you.”

I thought I had done enough, so I started putting my raincoat back on. “Baby, that was a free one. If you want me to do more — like watching you work on yourself — than that will be an extra charge.” With prostitutes, every little detail added to the cost.

He did make one attempt at an argument. “Please, I know you’ll be impressed by how much I can shoot out.”

“You think I haven’t seen lots of guys come before? I’m running a business here, not a charity for horny dudes.” With that, I pushed the door open and got out. I thought he might follow me, but I only heard the click of my own boots on the sidewalk.

When I turned the corner onto 141st Street, I felt safer. I was heading to Amsterdam Avenue to catch a cab. As I took my glasses out of my purse and put them on, a human thought came to me. Nora, you’ve only been at this for two months, and you’re turning into a hardened, very cold strumpet-bitch.

I couldn’t face the truth, so instead, I thought about the ample amount of money I had earned that night and which I had already taken home. It was hidden with my other cash in a chest of drawers in my room. My “roomie,” my uncle, eventually found it. However, he didn’t seize it but made me open up bank accounts.

A few days before that happened, I dumped a drawer full of cash onto my bed. Then I lay face up on it while wearing a bra, panties, and tennis shoes. I can’t say if I was happy or sad, but I did ponder my life for a while.

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