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Becca was meeting her boyfriend after his shift in a little black dress barely longer than her jacket. She literally could not contain her excitement and left traces of wet pleasure on the bus seat wearing no panties that could have absorbed her liquid anticipation. He worked in an alley, stopping cars from using it as a parking lot. He was never too tired to see her, though, and she was sure he would love today’s surprise.

It was early enough for the sun to still shine between the buildings but late enough to for the shops to be closed, leaving the alley well lit yet deserted. Perfect. She was ready for him, finally after so much excruciating training with a baseball ball. They wouldn’t need to settle for kisses and boob-jobs anymore; she was going to mount him right there in the alley in front of his jealous coworkers.

Their love was forbidden, given her boyfriend was an inanimate street bollard, and that made it ever more exciting. People were so close-minded. They would quickly reduce her passion to a scientific-sounding word like objetophilia as if it was some sick deviancy but Becca knew herself to be on the spectrum of heterosexuality. Just really, really far off the scale. Her libido was such that her body hurt from the constant yearning for enormous hard cocks. While her friends whispered about boys, she was dreaming of men. Real men. Giant men. Men that would ruin her, break her with cocks as big as she was. 

Needless to say, human males had been a disappointment. The biggest penises she had seen on naughty websites looked no longer than her forearm. Evolution had failed her… until the day he unlocked her imagination.

There he was, immovable in his original spot. Eight inches wide and three feet high, twice as tall as any of his neighbors. Five hundred pounds of cast iron virility, his coat marked by a few scuffles with motorized vehicles. All fights he had won. A few of the scratches were from her nails during heated make-out sessions.

He was the alpha of bollards and he deserved a girl that could handle him. Until today, Becca was shamed by the inadequacy of her tender flesh with shallow cavities and annoying pain receptors. But three times a day for two months, with the sharpened end of a baseball bat, she had gradually carved a path through her body from pussy to Edirne Escort stomach. None of the perforations hurt anymore; they were like a series of body piercings that would eventually close up if she stopped fucking long objects for more than a few days, but she had no plans to ever let that happen.

Her giggles echoed in the deserted street along with the last steps of her heels. Even the few seconds she would have needed to take off her clothes would have felt like a wasted eternity. Her blood boiling, her heart racing, Becca simply lifted a corner of her dress to show her boyfriend the waxed smoothness on the menu today, then she ran a finger around the metal ball soldered on top of his head before sitting down on it, pussy lips spread wide. Her pussy swallowed the cold sphere the size of a tennis ball like it had done many times before, only today, her wet cunt was pulsing with the knowledge it would not be simply be teased. Under the ball was the first real cock head. One of two wide, rotund sections before a sharp ridge and the long, rough shaft. The fact that they were thicker than her legs was of no consequence; she wanted his entire body inside her so the consecutive cock heads were the place to start. 

Her training stick had been much slimmer. That was by design. Anything thicker than a baseball ball would have made her feel unfaithful. The passage was there for the taking, but the inhuman cock of the earth would still have to tear his way through her like a relative virgin.

Trusting in her own lubrication of lust, Becca rotated her hips and wiggled her ass on the seat to force her gushing vulva to accept its incoming ruination. Becca’s libido might have been supernatural, but her body was not made for all-the-way-through penetration of bollards. The mental image of her body acting as a fleshlight as she pushed it up and down the metal pole with her legs fueled her willpower and tolerance for pain. 

Again. Harder. Harder! Becca told herself while dropping her entire weight on the pole with tears of pain and pleasure running down her cheeks. Her birth canal was hungry; there was just not enough room in the hole of her hips.

The sun passed between two buildings to bate her in warm sunlight, giving her pause. A moment to relax was all her pelvis was asking for. In Edirne Escort Bayan a slow but steady motion, Becca’s breadbasket swallowed the entire first head. The elated girl threw her hair back and closed her eyes to etch every detail of this moment into her memory. The metal ball was giving her cervix a cold, wet kiss and she knew it was only a matter of time before her entire abdomen fully caved to her demands. She ran a hand up her skirt to feel the familiar lines in the bulge of her navel. A deep moan later, she sunk another two inches. The mounted ball had dilated her cervix enough to get sucked inside her womb, yet the little mouth would have to open much wider for what was coming next.

The little imperfections from bumps and paint chips on the metal cock were amplified a thousand-fold as it rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her cervix. It was like fucking cheese grater. A giant one. 

Becca’s vulva was stretching obscenely against the second head after a short break between the bulbous sections while her womb reluctantly welcomed the first one in its warm embrace. 

Don’t cum. Not yet… Not until he’s in your stomach. Because of her particular taste in self-destruction, Becca had never experienced an orgasm before and wanted her first time to be special.

Becca learned that her body responded better to a game of good cop, bad cop. If relaxation did not get the result she wanted, her artificial orifices were in for a punishing pounding and would usually yield the moment she resumed her calm meditation. She ground her cervix into submission, spread open the piercing at the top end of her baby-maker, forced her intestines to coil around the intruding bulk, and made a bitch of the freshest hole she had created, the one at the bottom of her stomach. 

Becca cursed her human body one last time as it didn’t have enough hands to touch every part of him through the stretched skin. She was ripe as a juicy peach and all that was left to do was close her eyes and savor the fullness of her being. She tensed and kicked and squeezed her lumps as she silently screamed her first orgasm with an abused diaphragm. Every spasm of her body hugged the metal cock inside and fed her orgasm to itself like a perpetual machine. 

Drowning in her ecstasy, Becca did not realize she was still Escort Edirne sinking and by the time the wrecking ball climbing up her esophagus became too disruptive to ignore, her legs could no longer retract between her butt and the bricks of the street. The only way left was down, and she embraced it. 

The pressure on her lungs made it nearly impossible to breathe even before the first cock head clogged her throat and she felt the metal ball against the back of her tongue. Becca’s vision went white then dark but she never stopped feeling and she never stopped cumming. Her jaw dislocated at the same moment her bubbly ass bounced against the base of her boyfriend’s spit-roasting cock. 

Becca felt like she was dying in a hundred different ways, but that didn’t stop her from jerking off the bollard’s shaft with her body using tiny seated bounces for the rest of this perfect night, passing out mere minutes before being found by the first shocked early birds.

She had missed the sunrise; the sun was setting again when she awoke in a hospital bed. She clutched at her chest. Nothing hurt remotely as much as the emptiness there.

“Is my boyfriend ok?” Becca asked a nurse changing her IV bag.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. No one was brought in with you and nobody came to visit.”

Becca gave a sharp sigh. She had to phrase things differently for close-minded sheep. “What happened to the pole.”

“Oh, the one that you… where you had the accident? It’s in a dumpster somewhere, I assume. They had to use an angle grinder to cut it off because they couldn’t get it out the way it came. They told me that took hours. We’re all amazed you’re still alive.”

“Yeah…” Becca turned her head toward the window with a loud whimper. At least the nurse wouldn’t see her tears. She wouldn’t understand. Why couldn’t you save us both?

But out there in the parking lot, a light turned on and drew her eyes. He was tall and grey, his head shining in the twilight. And that body… square, every side a foot in length. The four sharp edges wouldn’t be the only things tearing up her insides; his concrete shaft had a gravel finish that gave her goosebumps. A bad boy.

“Erm, excuse me, young lady, I really don’t think you should be moving around after what you’ve been through,” the nurse told the girl when it became obvious Becca was attempting to lumber off the hospital bed, her bottom fully exposed from the unclasped hospital gown.

“Oh, I’m just going to take a short walk around the parking lot.”

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Sarah’s Submission: Ch 18 – Prom Plans

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This is a 28 chapter long form story. If you are finding this for the first time, I would encourage you to go back and read from Chapter 1 to get the most enjoyment from the overall story. Enjoy!

Sarah and Ali met at the spa the next afternoon. Before going inside, Ali pulled her to the side for privacy to tell Sarah everything that had happened that morning. Getting a text after getting home the night before, he instructed her to be at his house by 8:30 am, letting herself in with the code for the front door, and to go straight to his bed. Being so tired from the exhausting experience of losing her virginity, she had overslept a little and got there about 8:45 am. He had raged at her being late, and spanked her 20 times making her apologize and promise to be prompt from then on. Then he had eaten her out and fucked her in three or four different positions. Giving her more orgasms than she could count.

Tying her spread eagled, he next lightly teased and tickled her before fucking her again. Being restrained for the first time had scared her, but she confessed to kind of liking it. Moving next to tie her wrists and ankles together with her ass in the air, he fucked her with a dildo and vibrator. Followed by a blow job where she managed to swallow all of his cum, gaining some compliments at her improvement.

He even fucked her once while choking her neck. She freaked out at first, but as he slammed hard into her, the choking made her feel completely helpless and it got her off even more intensely. Shaking her head in bewilderment, she asked how he could go from such light gentle stoking to hard body pounding fucking. Concerned that she feared he would break her inexperienced pussy. They fucked and played for hours with some small rests where he held her while they talked. She called the whole experience eye-opening, confessing that she wanted more.

But after the sex, he had given her a bunch of new instructions. First, he gave her a set of butt plugs of varying sizes. She had never seen a butt plug before, and he had to show her how to insert the smallest one. The familiar ass training instructions followed to Sarah’s knowing nodding, and she was unsurprised when Ali said he announced that they would be having anal sex at the end of the week. Sarah could see that her lack of surprise alarmed Ali. When she didn’t get any sympathy from her friend, Ali flatly continued that he had ordered her to start her anal training on Monday so that she would be ready for him the following Sunday.

Trying to console Ali, Sarah did her best after that to convince her that anal sex really wasn’t that bad and that she might find that she really liked it. That it could give her a different and very powerful orgasm. Ali also received several hidden camera clocks with instructions to install them in her bedroom and bathroom. And she had to send pictures and videos during the week of her training.

But her biggest and most shocking instruction had come last. He wanted Sarah to arrange for Jimmie to take Ali to Prom and he wanted Ali to fuck Jimmie at some point during the week. In front of the hidden camera so that Mr. Michaels could watch. She looked white as a ghost as she told Sarah. “Did you know about this?” Ali asked.

“No, but I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve actually had sex with Jimmie and he is a nice guy. You’ll like him.”

“But I thought I was going to go with Craig. I mean, he hasn’t asked me yet, but I just assumed we would go together.”

“You don’t have a choice. I’ll call Jimmie this afternoon and hopefully he hasn’t made plans. I don’t want to be the one to tell Mr. Michaels that it won’t happen.” Ali unconsciously rubbed her ass at the thought of failing his instructions.

“I don’t know if I can do all of this Sarah. I mean, I know I made this choice to be his…. submissive…… submissive slave….or whatever….but this is all just so much.” Ali fretted.

“If you don’t want to live with it, you can always tell him and just deal with the consequences. It is still your choice.”

Ali looked terrified. “I can’t do that! My parents would kill me. And I mean, I could go to jail. College would be fucked. My life would be fucked. I can’t do that.” She shook her head and shivered at the thought.

Sarah nodded and considered. “Then make the best of it. Accept what it is and live with the choice. I know I am. I made the same choice sweetheart. We will live through this. And maybe it won’t be as bad as we think.”

That seemed to calm her and Ali gave her a quick peck. “At least we are in it together. I really appreciate having you with me on this.” Sarah continued to be surprised that Ali never seemed to make the connection that she had a hand in setting her up. Feeling more guilty than ever, she did her best to just put it out of her mind. Reminding herself for the hundredth time that she didn’t really have a choice. Mr. Michaels wanted it, so Sarah had to do it. He really did own her. But down deep, knowing that bringing him a new slave had pleased her Master made her feel happy and content. Even it if meant putting Ali in the same predicament as herself.

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The massage released all their tensions with them coming out smiling and feeling better about their situations. Sarah called Jimmie right after and asked him about his plans for prom. He planned on asking a girl at school in the morning. When Sarah suggested that he should take Ali he snorted saying that he didn’t even know Ali and didn’t understand why she would even suggest it. Sarah promised that if he would take her, first he would get to fuck Ali during week. A practical virgin. And then after prom, the six of them would have fun together. She didn’t elaborate on what that meant, but with her promises, he couldn’t refuse and agreed.

With his assurance to call Ali and ask her right away, she also told him he should act surprised when Ali asked to get together sometime later that week. “You are one crazy slut Sarah. But I’m happy to be a part of your crazy,” he confessed.

“That’s right Jimmie. One crazy slut. Do a good job with Ali and I’ll even give you a little fun of my own. Maybe Saturday night?”

“Sure. For one of your blow jobs, anything.” He hung up and Sarah smiled to herself.

Completely giddy, Ali called later that night to tell Sarah that Jimmie had asked her to prom. They were set and she had set up a date with him on Friday night. Nervously, she confessed that she was excited at the prospect of having sex with a different boy. She also very quietly whispered to Sarah that she had her first butt plug in while they were talking. Grumbling that it hurt a little going in and the thought of the size of the biggest one terrified her. Sarah advised her to just take it one day at a time and that it would be okay. Confiding that she had used butt plugs in the past, even big ones like she had described, and that if you took it slow and worked up to it, that it wouldn’t be that bad. Sarah remained careful to stay ambiguous about when and for whom all of her experiences had come from. Ali didn’t question it.

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Mr. Michaels ended up having Jenny come to his place on Monday. Jenny relayed the whole story to Sarah the next day at school. “He put heavy rubber bands around my tits and small tight ones around my nipples and then tied me to the X cross face first, using the flogger on my ass and thighs. Every time I begged him to stop, he tickled my sides making me scream and wouldn’t stop unless I begged for the flogger again. He went back and forth like that until I thought I would pee myself. I didn’t like the tickling, but he would hit harder and harder until I didn’t have a choice. When he finally had enough, he flipped me around to face forward.”

Her eyes got big. “Sarah, when I looked down, my tits looked totally swollen and purple and my nipples hurt like a total bitch with those fucking little bands. But that wasn’t the worst. He pulled one of the really long crops, you know with the big leather pieces at the end and he slapped the tops of my tits like ten times. With that fucking little sadistic smile he gets. They felt so tender and it hurt like hell. I mean, I screamed until he yelled at me to shut the fuck up.”

“So then he set up a hitachi on a stand and put the head right on my clit. After a couple of minutes, I’m like humping the thing and then he went back to cropping my tits all over. It didn’t hurt as bad anymore, but every time I’d just about be ready to beg to cum like he likes, he’d slap right on my nipples. Fuck it hurt. But only for a few seconds and then the vibrator would make me want to cum again. Then he turned the hitachi on high. Like the low setting isn’t bad enough,” she said shaking her head.

“So then I am begging him, and he is still hitting me with the crop, and I came anyway. It was so strong. And then he slapped my face and called me a fucking greedy slut! Right across my face Sarah! Hard. I was so dizzy and disoriented at that point. I think I was crying and saying ‘I’m sorry Master’, but he just started pushing the vibrator harder on my clit and then reached down and pulled one of the bands off my nipple with his teeth. It was numb at first, but he started sucking on it and it felt like it was on fire.”

“And then like a minute later, I came again. And I got so sensitive after, but he wouldn’t take the vibrator away. I begged him and pleaded for him to take it off. I tried to pull my hips to the side to get away from it and he just reach grabbed one of the bigger rubber bands and pulled it out about two inches and let it snap. Then the other side. And he yelled in my face that he would make my tits all black and blue if I didn’t keep my cunt right on his vibrator.”

Sarah hand covered a small gasp. “So what did you do?”

“What could I do?! I kept it right on my clit until I came again. But this time, I remembered at least to ask permission. He said yes and it was like my whole body jerked. I felt it everywhere. And before it was even over, he grabbed my face and got real close and stared right at me and said ‘If you want to please me, you’ll cum again. You tell me you always want to cum for your Master!’ So I just kept humping the thing while he pulled the other nipple band and the rubber bands off and started massaging my tits. They felt so sore, but his hands felt so good. The last orgasm lasted a really long time. And I was babbling ‘I want to please you. I want to please you.’ I really was in a different world.”

“Wow! That sounds so intense.”

“Fuck, it was. And that was just the start. He put me on the massage table and everything hurt. I had pulled so tight on the cross. And my pussy throbbed like a drum. He put me on my stomach with a wedge pillow under my hips propping my ass up in the air. And he tied my hands and feet so I couldn’t move at all. And got on top of me and fucked me from behind. He called it a ‘prone bone’.” Both girls got the giggles and Jenny just shook her head.

“Hard and deep is all I can say. The way his whole body slammed into me. I just remember hearing that slapping noise every time his hips bounced of my ass. I begged to cum but I don’t have any idea if he said okay or not. I just felt my whole body shake. And my tits still hurt being smashed into the table.” She let out a big sigh. “It was fucking great. I might have cum twice. I don’t remember. His dick is just perfect.”

“Was that it?”

Jenny scrunched up her face like it was a stupid thing to say. “Of course not bitch! He rolled me on my side and used rope to tie my foot to my knee so my leg was bent. And then moved that fucking machine thing over and set it up to fuck my ass. Then he gave me a small vibrator for my clit that I had to hold while he moved over in front of me so I could blow him. He told me that I had to get us both off at the same time and that if I didn’t cum right while he was filling my mouth, that he would get the cane and hit my ass thirty times. He grabbed me right by the hair and yelled an me, ‘you better not fuck this up you stupid whore!’ Fuck I was so scared.”

When she didn’t immediately finish the story, Sarah grabbed her arm and asked with a hushed voice, “How did it go?”

Jenny smiled. “Handled it like a grade A slut ho! It was so hard to concentrate. That dildo in my ass kept going so deep and he kept ramping up the speed. And he was thrusting himself so hard into my mouth. I just kept slurping on him and jerking him as fast as I could. And then I had to hold off my own orgasm waiting for him. It was maddening. Twice I thought he was about to pop and then he didn’t and I barely stopped myself in time. Finally I heard him grunt and I just fondled his balls and sucked right on the tip of his cock. When that first spurt hit my tongue, my vagina just exploded. And I was trying to swallow and make sure I got it all down, but that wave hit me and I felt like I was floating away. Fuck it was so intense.”

Jenny’s eyes were staring off in the distance, unfocused as she relived the memory. Sarah let out a little whistle and smiled back at her. “Damn girl. I think I’m jealous.”

Her comment brought Jenny back to Earth. Chuckling, she clutched her left breast with her right hand and mockingly complained, “My boob still hurts.” Both girls laughed and headed off to class.

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Sarah got a text a few hours later instructing her to be at his place later that night. With Jenny’s de***********ion of being used as a fuck toy still in hear ears, Sarah felt her pussy tingle at the thought. A second text followed just minutes after, this one sent to both her and Ali, telling them to be at his place on Thursday night. “The man is insatiable,” Sarah thought to herself, titillated at the prospect of a second night of fun. She found out later that Jenny had gotten a similar text for Thursday’s appointment and figured out he planned on surprising Ali with Jenny being there.

She got to his house promptly Edirne Escort as ordered, with her panties soaked with her excitement as he led her to the hidden playroom. Commenting on her damp underwear as he stripped off her clothes, she watched as he took them off and inhaled the aroma of her juices on the thin black material. Standing stock still with her hands clasped behind her as she had been taught, when he finally turned back to her and ordered her to bow, she dropped to the floor immediately and assumed the proper position, feeling the cold cement on her skin.

With a long-handled thin paddle, he spanked her using steady, unhurried strokes. Two months prior she would have cringed and cried from the hard slaps of the paddle stinging her ass, but now it just made her pussy drip even more. She carefully controlled her breathing. When he paused long enough to run his fingers between her pussy lips, she moaned at his touch. He moved from directly behind her to straddling her ass facing backwards, using both hands to stretch her pussy and ass checks wide and demanded, “Who’s pussy is this Sarah?”

Being used to him always seeking confirmation of his dominance, she replied without reservation, “It’s your pussy Sir. To do with any way you want.”

He brought his hand down hard on the exposed tender flesh of her vulva making her yelp. Followed quickly by his hand rubbing her labia and clit in wide circles until she would start moaning again. He repeated it six or seven times, each time spending more time rubbing her clit. The throbbing sharp pain quickly turning into waves of pleasure each cycle.

“My I cum Master?!” she begged urgently.

“Not yet,” he commanded. Sarah started to spasm and jerk involuntarily, holding off her orgasm while he continued to thrash her sensitive bud. Several severe spanks on her ass started with his left hand while his fingers continued their dance on her tender morsel. The hot sting of his hand stayed distant as she focused all of her attention the growing climax inside of her. “Cum now little slut. Cum for your Master.”

As soon as the orgasm started, he let go of her clit at used both hands to slap her ass hard. The orgasm deepened and shook her body. After a flurry of hard slaps, he used both hands to knead her white hot ass cheeks. Sarah could feel her pussy gush in the afterglow of the orgasm and she groaned as the heat from her ass spread through her body.

Pulling her up to her feet, he led her to the massage table, laying her on her back. Leaning down, he kissed her while his hands massaged her tits. Slowly moving down her body with tender kisses and light strokes, he eventually focused on sucking and nibbling lightly on her nipples. The magic mouth trailed saliva down over her stomach before lightly biting her inner thighs with her legs spread just wide enough to run his tongue over her labia, splitting them with his tongue to lightly licking her clit. The journey returned up her body to her mouth again. The cool air made every trail of his tongue cause her body to tingle. While he kissed her again passionately, Sarah could only admire at how well he manipulated her body, taking it from one extreme to the next. She kissed him back just as deeply, probing his mouth with her tongue and then playfully bit his lip, pulling it out toward her, and enjoyed hearing him chuckle at her small defiance.

Relaxed and sexually charged, Mr. Michaels stood Sarah up, moving her over by what he called the ‘Sybian’. It looked like a half barrel with purple silicone piece on top that had a big bump just off center. He had two, but this one sat on a small adjustable stand. Instructing her to clasp her arms together behind her, he wrapped rope along her crossed forearms securing them together. With another piece of rope, he wrapped it around her body, first below her tits several times and then above her tits several times, squeezing them between the two groups of lashings. He looped the rope around the lashings in front pulling them together like a rope bra.

Leaving slack in the line, he tied the other end of the rope around the lashings in back. The loose loop of rope got placed over a hook at the end of one of the lines anchored up in the ceiling. Pulling on the other end of the hook line, he pulled down until the hook tightened on the rope looped over her head, putting pressure on Sarah’s arms and chest harness.

With Sarah secured, he rolled the Sybian over between her legs and told her to straddle it. With quick adjustments to the height of the Sybian and the tension on the hook line holding her up, Sarah soon found herself with the smooth attachment on top of the beast between her legs splitting her pussy until the bump rested right on her clit while she balanced on her tiptoes. Despite the rope supporting her comfortably enough, Sarah’s stomach fluttered nervously at being in such a vulnerable position, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get off the Sybian if she wanted to. Or needed to.

While he attached clamps to her nipples with the chain hanging down just above her navel, she felt her feet start to tire and had to let the ropes hold her putting even more pressure on her arms, chest, and pussy. Mr. Michaels picked up the remote control that attached to the Sybian with a long wire. Wasting no time, he turned one of the knobs and the vibrations started. Sarah’s whole pussy and pelvis vibrated, instantly answering the question as to how strong it would be as compared to the normal vibrators they used. It shook her whole lower body, but the focus remained on her womanly pleasure point. Slowly turning the dial, the vibration and noise intensified further, making Sarah let out a long low groan. She tried and failed to lift herself off, straining her calf muscles, barely lifting herself half an inch with no relief to her abused clit. The strength of her moaning kept pace with the growing vibrations.

“You are not allowed to cum, Sarah. You will take this for me and deny yourself, do you understand?” he stated rhetorically. Sarah ground her pussy along the slick surface, feeling the strong tremors radiate to every part of her body. Sudden terror filled her knowing she would not be able to comply with her Master’s wishes. Even her ass shook wildly from the vibration. Moans turned into small screams as the dial continue to inch up. The machine had her at his complete mercy with no chance to get a reprieve. Grabbing a crop from the wall, he started bringing it down on her ass cheeks with sharp quick blows. The sting helped her focus on the pain, but she couldn’t stop her pussy from grinding against the big bump on her clit.

“I’m not going to be able to stop, sir. This is too intense. It’s going to make me cum,” she protested.

He swatted her even harder but Sarah barely felt it. “No cumming. Stop being such a greedy slut and learn to control your body. You will disappoint me if you can’t control yourself.” But then he turned the dial more making the machine sound and feel like a lawn mower trapped between her legs.

Sarah cried out. She set her will to stop her body from betraying her, but she couldn’t stop grinding her pussy. He brought small weights over and hung them from her nipple clamp chain. She could see her nipples get stretched farther with each one. But still she could barely feel it. The constant vibration between her legs remained the only thing she could feel. Even the tight rope constricting her and holding her up had become an afterthought.

“I’m going to cum!” She yelled. “Please turn it off. I can’t stop it, sir. Please Master turn it off or I’ll cum,” she warned. He spun the dial down, but only for a two count and then turned it back up slowly. Repeating this several times, each time Sarah felt her resolve weaken more. He cropped her thighs and the back of her calves and then back to her ass. Right as she neared the orgasmic edge, he released the nipple clamps, dropping them and the weights to the floor. He grabbed both nipples with a vice like grip and stared right into her face in front of her while her body shook violently.

“If you cum right now without permission, you are going to cum over and over again until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?”

A cold sweat broke out on her forehead while she stared back pleadingly. She wanted to follow his orders, but couldn’t hold her body back anymore. “Yes sir,” she said meekly. Her body convulsed and she felt the orgasm rip through her. If the ropes weren’t holding her up, she would have fallen over. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she screamed. He body shook and spasmed, with her upper body swinging back and forth, but never off of the centerpoint of the Sybian.

He held her ass in place, focusing the vibration on her clit. Turning it up a little higher, Sarah rolled from one orgasm into another. She let out several exclamations without knowing even what she said. As the latest orgasm started to subside, her clit got super sensitive, making her struggle to get off her tormentor, to no avail.

“It hurts, please Master, please stop it!” she begged. After a long few seconds, the pain turned back to pleasure and another orgasm got physically pulled from her. Forced out of her body. She felt spasms all over her body and a weird warmth passed through her. She thought she might pass out, but Mr. Michaels slapped her face. Then pinched her face in his hand under the jaw and made her look at him. Shock, terror, and total lust filled her as she stared back in his eyes while her body shook and her pussy ground against the relentless Sybian.

“Again my little slut. You cum again right now.”

Sarah forced her eyes to stay open looking at him while she let her body go again and mumbled, “Fuck I’m cumming again oh my god fuck oh fuck cumming” in a stream of words without any real thought. It all felt like one long continuous orgasm that never really stopped.

Finally, he turned down the dial and stopped it. With her pussy completely numb, her head rolled forward trying to catch her breath in gulps, realizing she had been holding her breath for a long time. As he lowered the Sybian, Sarah let out a long sigh as she felt her feet fall flat on the floor. Her calves and thighs screamed from the long endured strain of straddling the barrel. Slowly calming herself, she watched as he pulled off the purple attachment and put on a new one. A plain tan colored one with two short, round dildos sticking up about an inch and a half apart. He placed a larger dildo sleeve over the forward one that changed it to an impressive length and girth. Silently grabbing some lube, he rubbed generous amounts over the double phallus before turning back to her and thoroughly coating her anus and pussy. She knew exactly what to expect.

The Sybian got raised back up into place between her legs. The thick penis shaped dildo in the front entered her pussy, stretching her swollen pussy. The smaller one in the back went up her ass. The double penetration made her feel full and the big dildo penetrated deep into her pussy. She found herself raised back up on her tiptoes, impaled in both holes. Her stained muscles burned and trembled in exhaustion, forcing her to rest heavily on the evil device.

He didn’t have any instructions this time around and just turned the first dial up about halfway. The double dildos now vibrated both the inside and outside of her lower body. As he turned the second dial on the remote, she felt the dildo in her pussy start to rotate in a small circle. When he turned it up again, it rotated faster. Alternating then between the two dials, the vibrations and rotations continued to ramp up. Sarah had never felt anything like it before, surrendering entirely to the two probes, letting the machine do it’s work.

“May I cum Master? Please may I cum for you again?” Sarah begged.

“Yes. Tell me how it feels and cum for me.”

“Oh my god! It is so intense. It keeps rubbing my g-spot. And the vibration in my ass….It’s going to….make….me…..CUM!” Sarah yelled out as her body experienced another very intense climax. He turned both dials to about three quarters of the way. Sarah’s orgasm lasted for a full minute or longer. It rolled on and on with varying degrees of strength, but her stomach never stopped clenching hard. She felt drops splatter on her thighs along with a wet slapping sound as her juices flowed. With her ready to plead for it to stop, he turned it off. He grabbed her face and kissed her running his tongue along her lips. Her body quaked as he kissed her neck and sucked on her sore nipples. When he bit her shoulder, new waves of tingles pulsed through her. He kept the tender treatment up for several minutes while Sarah tried to regain her composure.

He finally pulled back and held her head in both hands until she looked into his eyes. Warm contentment filled her as he smiled and held her gaze for a loving minute. The Master of her body had taken her to new heights. Unknown heights. And she had never felt better.

“One more,” he announced.

“NO!! NO! I can’t! Please. It is too much!” she yelled in protest, surprised at her own anger. But it fell on deaf ears. Both dials were ramped up until Sarah could see they were all the way up. With her head falling forward, she had lost any ability to stay upright, putting even more pressure on her clit. She didn’t ask or even say anything. She just came hard. Grunting and straining with all her might against her bonds. The orgasm exploded in her as she shook and trembled. She let out an almost silent groan while he pulled on her nipples, clearly enjoying her torment. Her eyes glazed over and she felt like she left her body as the orgasm continued for an unknown amount of time.

Satisfied, he turned everything off and dropped the Sybian from between her legs, loosening the restraints. Sarah couldn’t even talk. Cum drunk beyond words, she could only moan softly while trying to keep her balance. Her pussy felt like a fat pillow between her legs from being so swollen. Edirne Escort Bayan Her clit still vibrated on its own and her skin felt cool and slick with sweat. When he finally released her arms, they hurt to unbend and Sarah took her first deep breath since he had started.

He picked her up, holding her like a small child under the knees and back while she wrapped her arms around his neck. In a blink of an eye, she realized he had taken her all the way upstairs to his bedroom, laying her on the bed. She didn’t move while she watched him take off his clothes, following him only with her eyes as he got into bed on top of her. He proceeded to very slowly fuck her in missionary position.

The feel of his warm real cock in her pussy felt welcome after the long play with the cold plastic ones. Coming back alive, she wrapped her legs and arms around his body and felt the warmth and weight of his much larger frame against her small body. He kissed her neck and bit lightly on her earlobe and shoulder. Her pussy still felt somewhat numb, but the deep penetration soon had her nearing climax again.

“May I cum Master? You feel so good.” He didn’t answer but just kissed her and she let herself go while their tongues danced with each other. It wasn’t as intense as earlier, but the warmth spread through her body and she felt her pussy clench his dick and vibrate against him. Rolling her onto her side, he intertwined their legs while he fucked her from the side, thrusting much harder than before. She thought he would cum, but he stopped and rolled her onto her stomach.

Straddling her legs, he entered her from behind and rolled his pelvis over her ass while grabbing her shoulders and pulling her to him with each thrust. Deep, hard penetration while he grunted from the effort. Sarah grunted as well. Her clit still a giant swollen grape, sent out pleasurable waves as she ground her hips up to meet his thrusts.

He grabbed her arms around the biceps and pulled her torso up off the bed as he continued to pound her pussy hard. He rocked her torso up and down like a limp rag doll. “Tell me you want to be my fuck toy. Make me believe it,” he demanded.

She didn’t have to lie. “Oh yes. I love being your fuck toy! I love being manhandled by you Master!” And she knew in the moment she meant every word. Grunting as he yanked on her body. Every meaty jab sending ripples through her as she surrendered herself completely to him.

She could tell he had gotten close and proclaimed her own orgasm in a scream as the climatic spasm rocked her pussy. With one final deep thrust, he let go of his first spurt of seed deep in her pussy. He pulled back and thrust again with the second spurt and held himself deep in her while he continued to jerk through his orgasm. He released her arms and collapsed on top of her panting from his exertion. His hot breath on the back of her head and neck warming her already overheated body.

They stayed like that for several minutes until they had both calmed down. He pulled out of her and rolled over and lay next to her. Sluggishly, she pulled her head up enough to look at him not knowing what to say, taking long deep breaths now that his weight had left her, until she finally got up enough energy to roll over herself. When he reached down with his hand between her legs, she resisted giving a mild protest and just opened her legs. With even less resistance, she accepted his cum coated fingers when he brought them to her mouth after rooting inside of her sore pussy. The sharp tang of their combined juices filled her mouth each time he returned his fingers down for more to let her greedily suck on them. A small smile on her face indicating how much she enjoyed the intimate act.

He rolled back on his back with his head resting on his bent arm behind it. “Clean my dick and then go clean yourself up.”

Sarah moved to position herself between his legs, taking his semi-hard dick fully into her mouth and slurped up all of the residual goo off his dick, swirling her tongue around the head. Her own need to please him consumed her thoughts, nudging out the exhaustion the night’s activities made her feel. She sucked each ball into her mouth and slowly rolled it around with her tongue, followed by taking long licks from his balls, up his shaft to the big mushroom head. She took her time and enjoyed the tease.

She smiled at the thought of how a few months earlier, something like this would have repulsed her and now she relished it. Fully clean, she gave him one last kiss right on his cockhole before moving up to give him a quick kiss on the lips and then jumping down from the bed to run for the bathroom. Feeling the last remanent start to drip out as she was walking, she covered herself with her hand and skipped the last few feet into the bathroom. When she got to the bathroom, she turned to make sure he saw her bring her hand with the collected drippings to her mouth and lick them off.

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She bounded back to him once cleaned up and refreshed and he told her to go get them a couple of glasses of wine. With a quick kiss, she ran down to the kitchen to find and open a bottle of white and brought up two glasses. They sat up on the bed leaning against the headboard and drank and talked. He asked her what she thought of the Sybian. Recounting the heavy vibrations on her clit and the double penetration shaking her whole body made her pussy gush again. She didn’t understand how her body could crave more sex after having so many strong orgasms already, but she did crave more.

“Prom is coming up soon,” Mr. Michaels announced changing topics quickly. “I’ve arranged for a limo to pick you up. I think the three girls should decide on a house to meet at to get ready. I’ll want to watch as you prepare and we will make sure all three of you have something very sexy to wear under your dresses.”

“Oh my God!!! Really?! That sounds awesome!” Sarah exclaimed.

“The boys can all come to meet you after you get ready and the limo will take you to dinner at Vito’s Bistro. It’s a nice Italian place not too far from the dance. The meal will be paid for so you won’t have to worry about that. You’ll go to the dance and have fun.”

Sarah didn’t even respond. He clearly had a full agenda and she just waited to hear what he had planned for them.

He continued, “After the dance, the limo will take you to the Hyatt. You will have a suite. And I will make sure you have some drinks and snacks waiting for you there. After a few drinks to loosen everyone up, the six of you will have an orgy. I want you to start by the girls giving the guys a show and then I want to see plenty of fucking and sucking. Lots of different combinations. You will be in charge and direct the action. Of course, there will be plenty of cameras set up around the rooms. But there will also be two handheld ones that you can use for closeups. I would recommend you start in the living room, but you can use the bedroom as well.”

He took a sip of his wine before continuing. “There will be toys waiting for you on the dressers. Use what you want. But I want to see the three of you drain those boys until they can’t get it up anymore. And at one point, I want to see all three boys cum on your face as close to the same time as possible. I want a good bukkake shot with the handheld camera up close. Maybe make the other girls lick it off. I also want all girls to take it in the ass at least once. Bonus points if you can get any of the boys to get pegged by a strap on.” He looked right at her for a long minute. “Is all of that understood?”

It took a second for Sarah to process everything and respond. “Uhh…uhh.. yes sir. Of course sir. That uh…wow. That’s a lot. But I’ll get it done for you sir,” she said not feeling at all confident. Getting one or more of the boys to get pegged in front of the others seemed impossible. And a bukkake shot?

“Of course, remember, rubbers at all times when a cock is inside of either an ass or a pussy. And the boys aren’t to know anything about me. The three girls take credit for arranging everything without explaining how.”

“Yes, sir, I understand,” Sarah responded still somewhat dazed, quietly contemplating the ramification of his plan for several minutes.

“How about showing me some appreciation?” Mr. Michaels asked, sounding somewhat pissed.

Sarah gulped her wine and put down her glass on the bedside table. Turning back, she moved quickly to straddle his lap, leaning in directly to kiss him deeply and desperately. She held his head and dug her tongue into his mouth. Then she kissed his lips and cheeks and all over his face like an excited puppy. “Thank you Master! Thank you so much for everything you do for me! I promise I will make you happy and do everything you say!”

She continued to spread kisses over his face and then kissed him deeply again. Pulling back, she cupped her breast and ran her nipple over his lips teasing him. Alternating between both nipples until he playfully nibbled and sucked on each one to her squeals of pleasure. Kissing down his chest next and over his stomach. His manhood had started to recover, and she swallowed it fully into her mouth, cupping his balls and taking long strokes with her mouth working his growing cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

She relaxed her throat as much as possible and felt him slide into it. Forcing her head down as far as she could before coming up to gasp for air and starting again. Saliva dripped from her mouth and down his shaft and she jerked her hand up and down it. She pressed him back down into her throat until she had almost the entire thing buried and tried to lick his balls with her tongue. His length still kept her from her ultimate goal, but she did everything she could.

Moving down, she sucked both of his balls into her mouth, being careful to be gentle with them, but squeezing and playing with them for several minutes. Then she pulled his body down until he lay flat on the bed. He had to help given that she didn’t have the strength to pull his full weight by herself. With an impish grin, she pushed his legs up toward his chest. Still stroking his cock with one hand, she got down between his ass cheeks and ran her tongue around his asshole. Tonguing his ass as deep as she could, she spread saliva all around the opening, rewarded with his deep groans of pleasure.

She spit into her other hand and rubbed more saliva around and into his asshole. When he only groaned louder without objection, she decided to go for it. Coating her first two fingers one last time in her mouth, she then rubbed them against his puckered hole. Very slowly, she pressed them forward while stroking his cock steadily. As the fingers made it past his sphincter and got about an inch deep, she took his cock back into her mouth and started bobbing her head with her hand held against her mouth. Working his cockhead hard while finger fucking his ass, eventually getting her fingers fully into him. He grabbed her head and groaned even more loudly. Sarah knew he would unload in her mouth at any minute and worked furiously with both hands and her mouth, willing it to happen.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled himself from her mouth and pushed her up back onto her heels, pulling her fingers out of himself with his other hand. Initially panicked that she had done something wrong, she stared at him in dismay.

“Not yet my pet,” he said with an evil grin calming her, instantly comforting her knowing that she hadn’t gone too far or hurt him. He grabbed and squeezed his own cock under the head and Sarah knew he had intentionally held off his own ejaculation. She watched him take some deep breaths of his own and then he grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed.

He led her to the low chaise lounge chair in the corner of the room. Long and narrow enough for a single person to recline on. He practically threw her down on it and grabbed her legs and pushed them wide and to her chest. Quickly aiming his rock-hard hammer right at her cunt, he buried himself into her soft folds with a single thrust. Sarah gasped as he pushed all the way into her, and then ground his erection against her cervix.

His feet were on the ground and the low lounge allowed him the perfect angle and leverage to pound her welcoming pussy, which he took every advantage of. He pushed her legs fully back until her ankles where practically against her head as he started to jackhammer into her pussy with the single purpose of getting himself off quickly. Sarah felt the quake of an orgasm as it rippled through her pummeled vagina while she announced that she had succumbed yet again. There had been no opportunity to beg for permission.

As soon as her climax slowed, she wanted to get him off. “Please Master. Please stop for one second.” He hadn’t been looking at her, but he stopped thrusting and looked down. “Please master. Stop for one second and pull out.” His furrowed brow indicating his confusion, but he relented and removed himself.

She could see his throbbing dick glisten with her own cum as he pulled back. Sarah spit into her hand and reached down past her pussy. Rubbing the wad of spit into her own ass as quickly as she could before she grabbed his dick and redirected it to the lower hole. As the head found its target, she gave a throaty command, “I need your beautiful cock in this slut’s ass. Your fuck toy needs to make you cum hard. Use me.”

Mr. Michaels grinned and pushed forward. Sarah let out a deep guttural groan and a small yelp as he sunk into her. Her tight ass gripped his thick rod. He kept her legs against his shoulders and grabbed her thighs as he increased the pace. Sarah spit in her hand again and reached down to her clit. Rubbing her swollen clit in big circles, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace. It had become a race to see who would cum first. Both Sarah and Mr. Michaels groaned and grunted. “Fuck me sir. Fuck your dirty little whore. I’ve been naughty Escort Edirne and I need your hot cum in my ass. Make me your fuck toy!” Sarah dug her middle fingers into her pussy, slamming her clit with her palm.

Sarah won the race. The deep penetration of her ass combined with her hand proved to be too much. Screaming out a stream of “Fuck yes! Fuck me! Oh my fucking god! Fuck! Fuck me” and the like as her body stiffened and jerked through an intense orgasm. Her legs trembled against him and she felt her pussy vibrating.

Mr. Michaels let out a loud grunt and thrust as hard as he could into her and let loose a torrent of his hot spooge. He dug his fingers into Sarah’s thighs and ground his dick into her through several heavy spurts of cream. Sarah didn’t feel his fingers gouge her as her orgasm continued to rock her body for several minutes. Each time she thought it had finished, she would jerk and it would continue.

They both came to a rest panting. He looked down at her and grinned until he had caught his breath. Then he rolled her to her side and withdrew his dick. Leaving her only briefly while he retrieved a towel and a wet washcloth. With gentle care, he split her ass cheeks and used the washcloth to clean the spunk that seeped from her asshole. He put the towel under her and rolled her onto her back and used the backside of the washcloth to slowly clean between her legs.

He pulled her and the towel down to the end of the chaise more roughly. Spreading her legs wide with her feet on the floor, her stayed sitting on the floor and leaned forward to start eating her pussy. His warm soft tongue on her well fucked pussy felt electric. She moaned and wanted to pull her legs up, but he kept them in place. Sliding two fingers into her while his tongue danced over her clit. With nothing else to do, Sarah slowly massaged her tits and lightly pinched her nipples. He took his time and brought her close several times, but deftly slowed each time without her having to say anything.

Sarah moaned and ground her hips in time with his finger thrusts. He spread her pussy lips wide with his other hand and barely touched her clit with his tongue with small flicks and swirls. After so many orgasms already, Sarah didn’t think she could cum again at first, but the warm feeling overtook her again and she pressed up with her pelvis trying to force herself against his mouth. He kept the pressure light until Sarah felt frantic. The orgasm welled up in her slowly, despite her urging for him to take her quickly. Eventually reaching her pleasure plateau, she begged, “Please master, please let me cum.”

She grabbed his head and pulled him harder onto herself and continued to gyrate. Unconcerned about any potential punishment she let the orgasm rock her body, calling out and groaning loudly. He never slowed and sucked hard on her clit, biting and rolling it between his teeth. “Yes, of fuck yes!” she yelled as her body trembled deeply. He kept raking her g-spot with the tips of his fingers drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. She clenched her body tight and pinched her nipples visciously before finally collapsing back onto the chaise with small quivers every few seconds. She let out a very satisfied sigh and breathed deeply for the first time since her orgasm started. “Thank you Master. That was incredible,” she mewed softly.

He let her relax for a minute before pulling out his fingers. He stood and reached under her head and grabbed her hair. He pulled her up to her feet somewhat roughly and demanded, “Bow and show me some proper respect.”

Bringing her quickly to her senses, she dropped limply to the floor on her knees with her arms stretched out in front of her and her head pressed to the floor. “Thank you Master. Thank you for treating your slut so wonderfully. I don’t deserve how well you treat me. Thank you for my orgasms.” She then crawled forward and kissed his foot several times before going back to a bow to wait for instruction.

“On you knees,” he ordered. She raised up and put her hands behind her back and looked straight ahead. He waited a long minute before responding. “Who owns your cunt Sarah?”

“You do Master. You own my cunt, sir,” she responded. “You’ve made me a cum whore and I love it,” she added.

He walked behind her. She tried to wait patiently, but her stomach quivered with fear and her breathing got ragged. He put his hand in her hair and grabbed it, pulling her head back so she looked up into his face. “Say it again.”

“You own my cunt, Master. You own my body to do with anything you want. Willingly. I am your willing submissive slave.” She tried to be confident, but her voice cracked with nerves. She expected to be punished.

“Good girl. I believe you. And that is what I like to hear. Go clean up and we will get in the hot tub.” Sarah got up and ran off to the bathroom.

When she came back, she realized he had already grabbed the wine glasses and headed downstairs making her run to catch up. He poured them both more wine as they got in the hot tub. They talked and kissed and he played with her tits idly for a while. Then he said, “I have an appointment for you three to get waxed again on Saturday. I want Ali to get a Brazilian like you two. Later we might try some different patterns, but for now, I like you all baby smooth. And of course, make sure they wax your backside as well. And then I also have another massage set up for all three of you on Sunday. In fact, I think I am going to set that up as a standing weekly appointment. You can let the others know.”

Sarah jumped up and kissed him and thanked him. The massages had become a pampered treat that she looked forward to each time and couldn’t believe this would be a regular thing. The news of having to get waxed again made her less enthused, but it seemed a small price to pay for all of the spoiling treatment he bestowed upon her.

When they finished their wine and their skin got wrinkly, he picked her up and floated her on top of the water making her lay flat while he supported her from underneath. Floating her over to the side of the tub, he instructed her to put the lower part of her legs up on the edge. Bending her body at the knees, he lowered her waist up against side of the tub until one of the jets hit right on her pussy. He supported her back so that her head floated just above the water line.

The strong jet hit her pussy and clit. Similar to the showerhead, the stream of warm water felt wonderful immediately, but the jet had much higher pressure. As he moved her slowly closer, it soon became too much and he backed off just enough. She whimpered and moaned as the jet pummeled her clit, but did her best to keep her eyes open and focused on his. He pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts with his free hand as the warm water bubbled against her.

She begged to cum to his acquiescence, but he kept her held in place as it receded until she became sensitive. Whimpering more urgently, begging to be let off, he just moved her even closer to the jet making it hurt until she figured out that he would only back off when she stopped begging. Accepting her torment without complaint, he pulled her off enough to make it more bearable. Before long, she begged for permission again getting his assent. When he didn’t stop a second time, she didn’t ask for him to stop, but she couldn’t prevent her body from jerking and trying to get off the jet involuntarily. He pulled her away long enough to lean down to kiss her and give her a few seconds of reprieve. And then he forced a third orgasm out of her. Her body shook more violently the third time.

While she still trembled and shuttered, he picked her up and set her on the edge of the tub. She leaned back on her arms trying to catch her breath. He dove between her legs and sucked hard on her engorged and sensitive clit. Squeezing his head between her legs to fend him off didn’t slow Mr. Michaels. Her orgasm that had never really stopped, built again. The cool air on her wet skin intensified the electric feeling of his warm tongue on her overly sensitive bean. Her breath caught in her throat and her pelvis rocked uncontrollably against him. She screamed out, “Oh fuck!!” as her orgasm exploded and she dug her fingers into his hair with her body curled around him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she continued to utter as her body spasmed for a long minute. She knew her pussy had coated his face with her juices.

Exhausted, Sarah threw herself backward and laid down on the deck around the tub. She let go of her muscles and just gasped for breath trying to recover. He legs dangled in the water as he got out and sat by her side.

“Good one?” he asked with a knowing sneer.

Sarah couldn’t respond right away, breathing deeply trying to get enough oxygen while her body still trembled and shuddered ever few seconds. She put her hand up on her forehead and tried to focus through dizzy eyes. “Oh fuck that was incredible. How do you do that to me? I’ve cum so many times tonight. Of fuck!” She smiled and looked up at him trying to focus her eyes. She knew she had forgotten herself. “Thank you Master for my orgasms.” He just nodded but didn’t say anything.

He let her catch her breath and then stood her up. Still feeling the cool air on her hot skin, she stood still and waited for him. He retrieved a towel and proceeded to thoroughly pat her dry. When she motioned to try to help, he stopped her letting her know silently to just stand still. He showed tremendous patience as he patted every part of her body.

When he finished and stood in front of her, he tilted her head up to look at him. “You have a beautiful body, Sarah. I plan on using it for a long time to come. And rewarding you all along the way.” He kissed her softly and took his time. Sarah’s insides melted and she clung to his still wet body. Her hand instinctively went to his dick, feeling him getting hard again.

He broke the embrace and led her over to the railing on the deck. While he leaned back against the railing at a slight angle resting on his elbows, Sarah didn’t need instruction and dropped to her knees in front of him. She grasped the base of his cock and squeezed, kissing his glans and looking up at him playfully. Circling the head with her tongue, she slowly sucked the cockhead into her mouth. She teased and played with him before really stoking his cock and sucking him into her mouth. With him deeply imbedded to the back of her throat, she fondled and stroked his balls, lightly twisting and squeezing them. From his moans, she knew she got her desired effect. He grabbed her head and face fucked her thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth. Sarah put her hand back on the shaft of his dick and squeezed him with every thrust intensifying his pleasure. Right as she readied herself to swallow his oncoming seed, he pulled her head back and popped his cock out of her mouth, stroking it with his other hand. With her mouth open, waiting with her tongue extended, she stared up at him.

With a loud groan, his cock let loose a hot spurt of jism that hit Sarah right across the face with some landing in her mouth. More spurts soon coated her upturned face as he milked out every drop. Sarah got some up her nose, a little in one eye, but mostly felt the hot thick liquid on her cheeks, lips, and mouth. She waited patiently for him to finish, keeping her mouth open to show him he had half-filled it.

“That is exactly what I want Sarah. Three guys all unloading on your face trying to fill your mouth. And then you are going to swallow it and let the other girls lick the rest off your face.” We waited for a second and then finished, “Now swallow,” while releasing her head.

Sarah kept her head titled back and made a show of closing her mouth and swallowing the partial load. While he watched, she used her finger to slide the thick goo from her cheeks into her mouth sucking on her finger each time. Her eye stung while she cleaned his cum off her face, but she dealt with the pain until he was satisfied, waiving his hand dismissing her. With her eye watering, she grabbed a towel and got as much out of her eye and nose as she could, never complaining.

“May I go to the bathroom Master and finish getting it out of my eye?” He nodded and she left to flush her eye and blow her nose. After washing her face, she sat on the toilet feeling more of his cum slip out of her ass. The first time she had cum come out of her ass, she felt dirty and shocked. But she had become used to this as a normal side effect of anal sex.

When she finished, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eye looked a little bloodshot and her nose ran. Her ass and asshole were both sore. Both nipples were red and puffy. Her pussy felt tender to the touch and looked bloated. She reached between her legs and slipped her finger between her pussy lips. Just the touch of her finger on her clit made her want to jump with how sore it had become. Regardless, she fingerfucked herself for a minute feeling her body struggle to fight off the pain. Like a junkie needed another fix. But she stopped herself and tried to get her hair back into place as best she could.

When she rejoined Mr. Michaels, he had her clothes from the basement. Putting on the skirt and top, she looked for her underwear but gave up easily when she couldn’t locate them. Lack of underwear had become pretty normal to her, so it didn’t bother her. He just had on a loose pair of shorts.

“We have another night of fun ahead of us on Thursday. Get some rest and be ready. You can let the girls know about the weekend plans.” He kissed her and patted her ass.

“Thank you sir. That was an amazing night. I’ll tell the girls,” she said before turning and heading out.

She got home and collapsed on her bed and ran over everything from the evening in her head. Between prom, the following orgy, finals, graduation, sex with the girls the following night, sex with Jimmie on Saturday, and who knew how much more sex with her Master, she felt overwhelmed. She wondered how many more ways he could fuck her and make her cum. Sighing deeply, she got herself up knowing she still had homework to get done.

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Gracie and Jenny dried themselves off and touched up their dripping makeup. They quickly changed into sexy summer outfits. Gracie threw on a sexy skimpy black tank top with short short SHORT jean shorts. Jenny put on a super low cut white tank top with matching micro shorts. They kissed and as Gracie pulled away and giggled. “I hope your hungry Jenny, I whipped up something special just for you!” The two girls giggled and hand in hand they practically pranced down the stairs to the kitchen. Gracie smirked. “So..knowing you’re a former New Englander I thought you’d like a taste.” She reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a huge bowl of pancake batter, and real Vermont Maple Syrup. Jenny’s eyes widened. “Ohh my gawd girlfriend! I LOVE you!!” Gracie began pouring batter and told Jenny to look in the fridge. Jenny squealed with delight and began pulling out whipped cream and strawberry and blueberry compote. Gracie quickly finished a huge batch of pancakes and the girls sat down to eat.

Jenny put three pancakes on her plate and covered them with both flavors of compote and piled the whipped cream high. She scooped a tiny bit on her finger and fed it to Gracie. “Uhhhh..” Gracie moaned and sucked Jenny’s fingers greedily. Gracie dipped her pinky into the bowl of warmed up Maple Syrup and fed it to Jenny. Jenny lustily lapped the sticky syrup from Gracies finger and let out a wet moan. “Ohh girl we better be careful or we’re gonna have to take another bath!” Both girls giggled and began to munch on their breakfast. Jenny couldn’t help herself and treated Gracie to a show of her licking the whipped cream seductively off her fork. Not to be outdone Gracie lapped a spoonful of the warmed syrup. Jenny of course had to one up her and took a ladleful of compote and opened her mouth wide to let the gooey topping on her tongue, licked her lips and swallowed greedily as if she was gulping down a huge load of cum. Gracie moaned and took a ladle of the strawberry compote and let it drip down lustily on her tongue. A line of drool mixed with the compote Edirne Escort oozed down from her juicy lips and that sent Jenny over the edge.

Leaning across the table Jenny lapped at the gooeyness leaking from Gracie’s luscious lips. With her she brought the ladle full of the blueberry compote and let it spill between the two girls lapping tongues. A long line of spit and blueberry juiciness fell from Jenny’s lips and upon seeing that, Gracie grabbed Jenny by her dripping tank top and sucked the line of spit, juice and wetness from Jenny’s now drooling lips. “Fuck.”, Jenny moaned and let another line of spit leak from her sopping lips. Gracie took the hint and let another line of spit leak. The two girls moaned and let the spit and berry juice pass between two sets of wetter and wetter lips. They kissed hard..pulled back and both girls moaned as long ropes of spit pulled from their juicy lips only to meet again in the middle swapping the spit, juice and syrup between their sloppy lips. Jenny’s eyes rolled back as the mess passed back and forth. It snowballed between the two of them and their juicy kisses intensified. Gracie could stand it no longer and yanked Jenny on to the table right down on to the bowl of whipped cream. Jenny came up with the cream sliding her dripping body and Gracie climbed on to the middle of the table.

Jenny grabbed the cream with one hand and the strawberry mess with the other. Gracie grabbed the sloppy blueberry mess and the Maple Syrup with the other. The two girls knelt on top of the table facing each other. Two low wet moans echoed through the room and they kissed hard again this time with ropes and ropes of drooling dripping spit spilling from their mouth and shared a hard sloppy kiss. First, whipped cream was added to their juicy kisses, then the whipped cream. Then the bowl of blueberries was poured over two sloppy faces mixing with their gooey kisses. Finally Jenny slowly poured the strawberry over two greedy covered tongues and they melted into each other mixing cream, fruit, syrup and Edirne Escort Bayan spit into kisses that kept snowballing into a sloppy gooey mix.

Gracie pushed Jenny face down onto the table and let a long line of drooling mess down on Jenny’s gorgeous ass. She ripped down Jenny’s shorts and panties and let another stream slide from her drooling mouth down the crack of Jenny’s quivering hole and Jenny moaned loudly. Jenny squealed as she felt Gracies covered tongue invade her sissy hole. Gracie’s wet, gooey licks brought Jenny to an earth shattering orgasm and she screamed as Gracie reached down to scoop up her cream and add it to the mess on her puckered gooey cunt. Gracie wasted no time and slid deep inside Jenny fucking her with an intensity matching the hard pounding Gracie had given her in the bathtub. With every thrust of Gracie’s she cock she felt her cock mixed with all the gooey mess slipping, sliding and impaling her now sloppy pussy. Gracie’s thrusts increased and as she grabbed Jenny’s hips to give her a deep dicking, Jenny felt Gracie explode inside her, filling her with her sweet girl spunk mixed with the creamy gooey sticky mess Gracie used to lube her already well fucked cunt.

Gracie pulled Jenny up to her after she slowly slid from Jenny’s pussy. Jenny moaned like a whore as Gracie scooped cum and gooeyness from her. Gracie shoved her gooey cream covered fingers in Jenny’s wet mouth and the two girls kissed hard again. This time Jenny pulled back slowly letting more spit ropes pull from their sloppy lips. Both girls sucked on the ropes until their lips met again sharing another saliva filled kiss. The ropes snowballed once more. Gracie licked up a line of drool spilling from the corner of Jenny’s mouth. Jenny lapped away at Gracie’s tongue sucking up a load of spit then drooled it back down to Gracies waiting tongue. Back and forth the two sluts dripped lines of gooey spit. As their kisses once more began to snowball the girls moans grew louder.  Gracie leaned over to grab a gorgeous glass container in Escort Edirne the shape of a Maple leaf. She opened the cap and let a line of sticky syrup cover Jenny’s already rock hard and leaking she cock. Gracie licked her way down Jenny’s cocoa shaft all the way down and Jenny could feel Gracie’s gooey tongue lapping away at every drop. She poured another line of gooey syrup and added what was left of the whipped cream to it. Looking up a Jenny with complete lust in her eyes Gracie lapped, licked and sucked the creamy mess from Jenny’s girly cock and cleaned it completely. Jenny could take it no longer. She pushed Gracie face down in the bowl of compote and lifted her amazing ass in the air. Jenny poured the rest of the syrup and whipped cream over Gracies tight cunt and began pounding her. With each thrust Gracie’s face got pushed into the juicy bowl harder and harder. Gracie screamed as she felt Jenny’s cocoa cock deeper than even in her. Jenny grabbed Gracie’s creamy hips and sank even deeper into her sticky gooey pussy and held it. Gracie pushed back and wiggled which made Jenny unload deep up inside her. “Ahhhhhhhh!!” Gracie screamed once more as she felt Jenny’s creamy girl spunk fill her insides.

Spent, the two creamy gooey girls collapsed on the table. They kissed softly once again sucking and lapping at gooey ropes of spit. After a few minutes of another spit and goo filled tongue kisses, Gracie pulled away and giggled. “Ohh what a creamy mess we’ve made!” She climbed down from the table and grabbed Jenny’s sticky hand to help her down. Luckily the tarp was still on the kitchen floor and the two of them raced outside to hose each other off in the glorious morning LA Sun. Giggling they sprayed each other down and Gracie grabbed the half smoked blunt and they lay in the sun, smoking sharing shotgun kisses occasionally mixed with lines of spit and dried off.

Gracie pulled back and giggled. “Okay girlfriend, I’m not much of a tourist anymore but I’ll take you anywhere you want!” She growled..”EXCEPT Disney World!!” Glared at Jenny and then broke up laughing. “We’ll do Star Tours next time, I promise!!”

Jenny smirked. “Take me to that observatory they always show in the movies, and while we’re there I hope we get to see..Uranus!”

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Christine Cagney thought that if Mary Beth Lacey and her husband Harvey got any more lovey-dovey, she’d throw up. They held hands at the dinner table, fed each other bites of dessert and called each other pet names.
Finally, Christine called a halt.
“Look I’ve got an early morning tomorrow, so I should get to bed.” She had to hope they took the hint.
“Oh, Jeez, we’re sorry, Cagney, here we are keeping you up, when we both have the day off tomorrow,” said Mary Beth.
“We might not get up at all tomorrow,” said Harvey with a leer. Mary Beth poked him with an elbow.
“Well, have fun you two, and it was nice to see you again tonight.” These Tuesday night dinners were a regular routine for the three. Cagney and Lacey had been partners at the fourteenth precinct for almost five years.
Christine couldn’t understand why Mary Beth was going home with a man in her bed, even if it was just Harvey, while, she, Christine, would spend another night alone.

She was better looking than Mary Beth, taller, a better figure, nicer hair and sexier. But years ago, Mary Beth had settled for one man while Christine had continued to play the field. Now she was paying for the freedom.
She saw them to the door and went back to do the dishes. She thought about Mary Beth and Harvey. They were probably humping each other in the car right now. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other tonight. As much as she hated to admit it, it had gotten her a little hot. It seemed like she was always a little hot these days.

As she got ready for bed, putting on the loose nightie she slept in when she was alone. She thought about the Hitachi wand in her bedside table. That would get her off to sleep in a hurry; she started out with her hand, just to get the juice going. In a minute or two, her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard. She was just ready to reach for the vibrator when she heard a scratching at the bedroom door. She rolled over and opened the door.

King ambled into the room sniffing the air. Blue heelers like King have an extremely good sense of smell, and King smelled something he liked. She had gotten King as a watchdog when she moved to the neighborhood and he had turned out to be a great dog. About forty pounds, not a barker and didn’t chew and destroy. The first time he had stuck his nose under her dress, she had pushed him away, but the next time she had let him sniff and push against her for a while it had felt good. She did some reading and decided there wasn’t anything wrong with what King wanted. Right now it was what she wanted too.

Christine Edirne Escort got off the bed and sat down in the overstuffed chair in the corner. She put her feet over the arms, exposing herself completely. She clicked her tongue to get King’s attention. The dog walked over to the chair and took a long sniff at Christine’s crotch. She waited for his move. It took a few seconds, but then he suddenly unfurled his tongue and gave her a long slow lick all the way from her asshole to her clit. She jumped as if she’d been electrified. She slid her rump down in the chair and lifted her feet up and pulled he knees further apart to give King better access. He set up a steady licking motion from one end of her crotch to the other. Every time he got to her clit she jumped again. She was just about to come when the doorbell rang.

She pushed the dog away and pulled her nightie down. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. She saw Mary Beth, alone on the landing. She unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.
“I’m sorry to bother you again, Christine, but I left my purse up here. I could have picked it up tomorrow, but Harvey and I are getting kind of hot and heavy in the car, and I have the condoms in my purse; we can’t afford to get pregnant again.”

Cagney looked at Mary Beth and could see her arousal. Her nipples were pushing her blouse out, and she could smell Mary Beth’s sex. She leaned over, took a handful of Mary Beth’s hair, pulled her head back and kissed her. When she didn’t pull away, Cagney put her tongue against Mary Beth’s lips. A second later, she responded and they swapped tongues for a few seconds before Christine put her hand down Mary Beth’s blouse.
“Come back here with me,” Christine almost ordered. She led Mary Beth back to the bedroom. King had not moved from his spot by the chair. “Now, don’t freak out, I want to show you something.” Christine set Mary Beth down on the edge of the bed closest to the chair.
Then she went back to the chair and resumed her position with her knees apart and her feet up. King immediately resumed his long licking strokes.
“Oh, my God, that’s disgusting, Christine!” Mary Beth could hardly watch.
“Yeah maybe so, but three more licks and I’m gonna come like a locomotive. That’s one; that’s two; that’s Ahhhhghgh!” Christine thrashed and shook, making the chair rock and rattle on the floor.
“Jesus, that was something,” said Mary Beth. “Can you do it again?”
“All night long, he never gets tired. He can do something else, too. Take your pants off, and I’ll let you watch.”
“I won’t let the dog touch Edirne Escort Bayan me,” said Mary Beth.
“Don’t worry, he’s my dog and he’s a one woman dog. Just take your pants off so I can look at you.” Christine was working on Mary Beth’s belt. Mary Beth stood up and pulled her slacks down and kicked them aside.
“No underwear, Mary Beth?”
“Harvey has them downstairs in the car,” Mary Beth smiled.
She pushed Mary Beth back down to a seated position on the edge of the bed, her full natural bush exposed. She knelt on the floor and put her face into Mary Beth’s muff.
“I’m not a lesbian, Christine,” Mary Beth said, closing her knees a little.
“Me either,” said Christine, pushing the knees apart again. She made long licking strokes up and down Mary Beth’s pussy. Mary Beth groaned and moved her knees even wider.
“If you’re not gay, how do you know how to do this?” Mary Beth was wiggling and pushing her crotch toward Christine’s face.
“When we were working vice, do you remember a hooker named Luann David?”
“Sure, blonde, big knockers and a long rap sheet, what about her?”
“I busted her once, and it was gonna get her sent away for a long time. She said if I cut her loose she’d show me something I’d never forget as long as I lived. She took me in the drunk tank and did what I’m doing to you right now. I made her show me how to do it.
“Oh, God, Christine, I’m going to come.” She pulled Cagney’s face harder into her pussy. “Unh Unh Unh UNH!
“I told you, you’d like it, Mary Beth. Was that as good as Harvey does it?”
“Harvey never goes down on me, he just doesn’t want to do it.”
“I’d never stay with a guy, hell I wouldn’t go on a second date with a guy, that wouldn’t eat me. So I am doing it better that Harvey. She ate Mary Beth until she came again.
“I’m sorry Chris, but I can’t return the favor, I just couldn’t do it.”
“No problem, I’ve got something else going anyway.”
Christine took a pair of mittens out of her bedside table. She turned to King, lifted his front paws and slipped the mittens over them and held them with rubber bands. With his claws covered, she massaged his balls and rubbed his dick until it began to emerge from its sheath when it had reached about nine inches out of its sheath, Christine turned back to Mary Beth and lifted her rump to King.
The dog jumped up on her back, wrapped his front legs around her torso and started humping at her rear. Christine reached back behind her and guided him into her dripping pussy.
“Unhhhh Ohhhh,” she moaned as the dog penetrated her. As King’s dick unfurled longer and Escort Edirne longer, she groaned louder and louder. She put her face back down in Mary Beth’s snatch and went back to eating her. The dog was humping like a jack hammer, just relentlessly pounding away behind Cagney.

Mary Beth looked down at the dogs head lying on Cagney’s back. She was reminded of the speech in Jaws. “You know the thing about a shark, he’s got…lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eye. That’s how the dog’s eyes looked, black and lifeless, but the body was just relentless pounding hammering into Christine like a mad thing. The dog’s mouth hung open and drooled on Cagney’s back. Down between her legs, she could feel Christine drooling too.

Christine could feel the dog trying to jam something else into her pussy, a lump the size of a lemon was shoving and hammering against her pussy on every stroke. She tried to relax and after a few more strokes, the dog’s knot popped into her. Now that he had her locked, the dog started to gradually reduce his pounding. She could feel the dog’s dick swelling like a balloon inside her all the way up to her cervix. She raised her head, and with pussy juice dripping off her chin, said to Mary Beth:
“This fucking dog’s getting ready to come.”
“He’s not the only one,” Mary Beth groaned and pushed Cagney’s face back down in her snatch. She humped her hips against Christine’s face and looked at that dog’s head drooling on Cagney’s back. She felt her climax rising like the tide toward her pussy. Suddenly, Mary Beth saw the dog’s eyes they rolled over to white.
Christine felt King’s dick continued to swell, its tip pushing against the head of her cervix deep inside her. Then the dog blew. Jet after jet of dog cum fired into her. Because the dog’s knot had her sealed, she felt like she was being inflated like a water balloon. His coming went on for a long time, filling her like a pitcher of cum.
Then it was over, King’s dick began to deflate and he climbed down off her back and lay on the floor. Cagney was just starting to doze off when the horn honked.
“Oh, Jesus, I left Harvey in the car all this time. How long has it been?” asked Mary Beth.
Cagney looked at the clock.
“Fifteen minutes. Not long.”
“But he sent me up here for a condom and he’s been waiting for fifteen minutes!” She looked at Christine, she looked at King. “I’m gonna go down there and fuck that man’s brains out.”
“Make him eat you before anything else, and don’t mention King.” Christine suggested.
When Mary Beth was gone, Christine lay on the bed watching the dog snoring peacefully, felt the dog’s cum leaking out from between her legs. The next thing she knew the alarm went and she was up and on her way to work. She gave King a scratch behind the ears as she went out the door.

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The Reunion Parts 1 and 2

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The Reunion.

I wrote this tale after I rediscovered an old flame on email and got chatting on MSN Messenger. To this day we still stay in touch in the same way.

This couple had embraced, but moved on unaware of how each other felt. They had each been tormented over the years by seeing each other with different partners until they both settled down with families and drifted apart. The only contact being a Christmas card exchanged each year.

Now quarter of a century on, there respective marriages failed they have arranged to meet. Both are aware that the other would have changed.

He arrives at the motel room with time to spare and draws the curtains leaving the room darkened but with sufficient light to be able to see, he puts the door on the latch and waits.

On time there is a gentle knock on the door. He takes himself to the bathroom and can hear the door opening and then closing with a loud click as it is taken off of the latch. He undresses, as he knows she will be doing in the main room. He is embarrassed to see that he is already erect with anticipation, beads of moisture forming on the tip.

He enters the room and sees her naked in the darkened room, they embrace tongues dancing eagerly in each other’s mouths. Both show their excitement without meaning too. His hardness is trapped between them throbbing so both can feel. She manoeuvres them still in the embrace to the bed where she gently pushes him down to sit on the bed. She is aware that he is so excited that he won’t last long in his current state.

With her hands on his shoulders she leans forward gently pushing him back onto the bed. As she does so she sinks gently to her knees running her hands down his chest, his manhood pushing between her breasts, she can feel the wetness he leaves in it’s wake.

As she gets lower he can feel her breath on the head of his glands and is beside himself in the memory of her expertise.

She gently takes the oozing juice from eye of his glands with the tip of her tongue savouring the saltiness she had lasted tasted so long ago. Circling his head with her tongue she can feel him twitching uncontrollably, knowing she is driving him crazy she takes her time, gently licking and caressing the whole of his manhood with her tongue before taking his glands into her mouth.

He feels the warm wetness of her mouth closing around him. He feels like he is going to cum there and then.

She sucks on his cock, which is pulsating with his rapid heartbeat. She draws the fluid from him, licking the shaft at the same time. She lifts her head so that he is almost out.

Slowly, so gently, she lowers her head back down until she feels his hardness at the back of her mouth, his head set against the entrance to her throat. With a little more pressure she feels him enter her throat, almost with a plop as it passes the initial constriction.

She pauses to allow the natural rejection by her throat to pass then eases on feeling is hardness pushing deep into her throat.

He can feel the tightness of her throat wrapped around the head of his cock then she starts to swallow causing the muscles of her throat to ripple around his glands.

Unable to breathe she comes back up gasping gently for air. She licks the whole of his shaft and can smell his manhood so close to her face, she gently licks his sacks, which are also swelling and subsiding with his excitement as if they were a pair of lungs.

She moves back up, takes his head into her mouth, with one hand she gently massages his shaft, with the other she ever so gently massages his balls, occasionally tickling them by lightly scraping them with her fingertips. Knowing how excited he is she gently wanks his shaft feeling more pre cum ooze into her mouth, which she spreads around his bared helmet with her tongue.

Drawing deeply she again takes him to her throat. He feels the sensation and unable to hold on any longer she feels him swell and jerk as his hips buck around below her. She draws harder and takes the flood of hot semen that jets from his eye to back of her throat. She takes his head into her throat feeling his swollen head pulsing against the stretched walls of her throat, as more cum bursts down her throat. When the flow subsides she releases his glands from her throat but holds it with in her mouth to lick away the remains of his cum savouring the always salty but always unique taste.

They both move up onto the bed. Embracing and kissing he can taste his own saltiness on her tongue. His hands move to her breasts, gently he plays with one of her already swollen nipples, so sensitive as she is already so turned on from taking his glands in her mouth. He gently massages her breasts, tweaking, pulling and gently pinching her nipples until they are hard. Then he moves his head down to her bosom where she feels his hot ragged breath on her engorged nipples.

He gently circles one with his tongue before tantalizingly teasing the tip of the nipple by touching, so lightly, with the tip of his tongue. Eventually he stops tormenting her and takes the nipple fully into his mouth, drawing it in so that it extends even further into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the nipple inside his mouth and then holds it in his mouth by gently biting and nibbling the nipple from base to tip. He gently massages the nipple which aches where it so engorged she knows how he must feel when his cock is engorged in the same way. After taking her second nipple into his warm mouth he moves on down to find her neatly Edirne Escort shaved mons.

He can smell the mustiness of her woman hood, he is eager to quench his thirst on her. He traces the triangular outline of her pubic hair before running his tongue down the inside of her thigh from front to back then back up on the other thigh. Then nothing as he lifts his head slightly. She’s left, wanting to push his head down into contact with her expectant pussy.

She feels the heat of his breath as he lowers his head back down, she feels the tip of his tongue push between her sopping lips and gently run down the groove from just behind the hood of her clit to the opening of her entrance.

He savours the taste of her juices, which have been flowing so freely from long before she even got to the motel. He continues to lap at her pussy’s crease being careful not to enter her or touch the hood of her clit. He licks away the juice that has gathered.

She knows from the sensation in her clit that it must be protruding from its hood without any assistance from him. She cannot prevent the involuntary shudder as she feels the tip of his tongue circle the hood of her clit with out actually touching it. Although expected she jumps as the electric shock of his tongue touching the tip of her clit shoots through her body. She is oblivious to all else as he sucks her clit from it’s shroud and teases it with his tongue, gently nipping with his front teeth. Her body tenses as the first of her orgasms surges through her causing her to break out in to a sweat of passion. Her pussy leaks love juice so fast she can feel it trickling down and pooling in the entrance to her anus before running on down to leave evidence of her pleasure on the linen.

He moves his tongue back down her crease and laps her fragrant juices to quench his thirst for her that has been building all this time. Then she feels his tongue move down past her pussy, licking away the trail of wetness. Again she shudders unintentionally as she feels his tongue circling the crinkle entrance to her anus gently taking her fluid away leaving her dry.

Again she feels his head lift, then feels his tongue pushing into her love canal, lapping the walls and moving the tip around causing sensations so unlike any thing else. He eases the entrance to her pussy open with his fingers and strives to push his tongue as deep as it will go. She can feel the slight roughness of his shaved face against her skin. He withdraws his tongue and concentrates on her pussy’s groove and clit. He inserts his finger into her and finds her most sensitive spot, which he works with his finger. She can hold off no longer and again her body arches up as she is once again filled with an orgasm more intense than the first.

Whilst giving her the pleasure of his tongue he has again become hard. So hard the fluid is flowing freely from his eye. As her orgasm subsides she feels the entrance to her pussy stretching as so slowly he enters her. His hardness has no flexibility but oh so much better than the cold toys she’s been using of late.

As he continues to enter her slowly, he takes himself into the hilt making her feel so full, he waits allowing her body to accommodate to him ensuring her sensitive ovaries move aside so as not to cause her pain. He withdraws so that just the tip remains at the entrance to her pussy, then he slowly inserts himself so slightly before withdrawing again. He again enters, slightly further this time withdrawing slightly faster than he entered. He continues this feeling the sensation of her pussy gripping the mushroom shaped head of his glands, each time entering slightly further. He maintains this for some time raising her frustration that his hardness is not in her to the hilt.

All of a sudden he drives into her hard all the way, not so hard as to hurt but hard enough to take her by surprise, causing an involuntary moan as the air is forced out of her lungs with the suddenness of his lunge. He holds deep inside her enjoying the feeling on his rock solid manhood and the look on her face.

Slowly he withdraws and continues to massage her inner walls with his solid cock. Again she orgasms, so satisfied to have him deep within her. Her pussy is so wet and eager for him. He is so excited he can’t control himself and gradually becomes faster and more selfish, this only serves to take her to higher levels of ecstasy. Feeling his manhood swell and jerk she again orgasms feeling the heat of his cumming inside her. To him he feels so big to her, she feels so full. He pumps the last of his seed into her, her pussy contacting in spasms around the root of his cock. They both collapse into each other, both so slippery with the sweat they have both built up.

They lie together quite still breathing hard recovering from the physical exertion and the energy spent in cumming. His cock shrinks down to its flaccid state and slips from within her.

She eases his head from her chest and moves down to take his glands into her mouth savouring the combined taste of her own sex mixed with his salty cum. She is surprised to feel his tongue licking her pussy clean, his tongue entering her with his fingers. She becomes aware of his cock growing within her mouth and redoubles her efforts with her tongue hands and mouth.

He laps at her enjoying her pussy juices, which are still flowing strongly with the attentions of his tongue and fingers. Her juices bring with them the remains of his cum which he tastes properly for the first time. This causes Edirne Escort Bayan his cock to twitch and grow faster with her tongues caressing.

She jumps as his fingers wet from her pussy caresses the eye to her anus. She becomes aware that he is gradually applying more and more of her sex to the crinkly eye.

Slowly he eases a finger in lubricating her tight hole. She wants to protest but doesn’t, trusting that whatever he has in mind will be for her enjoyment. Slowly he applies more love juice make her as slippery there as her pussy has become. His cock is once more solid in her mouth, pulsing in time to his raised heartbeat. He inserts a second finger into her and ever so gradually opens the entrance to her tight hole, adding more of her juice all the time.

He moves withdrawing from her mouth. She is still kneeling with her bum in the air. He inserts his solid manhood into her pussy and slowly works it in and out for a few seconds getting it thoroughly wet with her juice.

He withdraws and then she feels the tip of his hard cock against the entrance to her, now well lubricated, bottom. He applies slight pressure. At first nothing happens, he pushes ever so gently and she feels her anus starting to open to allow him in.

So slowly he eases forward feeling the tightness of her ring. He feels the plop as his head gains entry past the ring. She feels the suddenness of this invasion, at first a little uncomfortable. He stops pushing and allows everything to get used to the intrusion. Then he slowly pushes on in. It feels so full. Eventually he is in her to the hilt. He is so solid and feels so big.

He carefully rolls her onto her side and locked inside her he manoeuvres them both to the edge of the bed where he sits her up on his lap.

She feels his hands come round to the front and gradually work there way into her pussy, slowly masturbating her as she does so often at night when alone. She feels so full the feeling is unique. Slowly he starts to work her backwards and forwards, not up and down. Then he gradually moves himself within her until he feels his cock flick the inner most part of her. She feels it too a sensation so intense. Repeated every time he moves her backwards and forwards.

Inside her it is so tight for him he knows he will not be able to hold off for long with the warmth enveloped so firmly around his throbbing erection, aching where it is so full.

Very quickly the intense flicking takes her over the edge of an orgasm so intense, so different to normal orgasms. The contraction of her body around his solid staff is all too much and he pumps, with a groan, more hot jism deep into her body. Even that deep, she can still feel the heat.

As her orgasm subsides, she knows even then that what ever her thoughts had been of anal sex she knows she will have to experience it again as it was just so different and intense to normal orgasms.

They both collapse back onto the bed. Both sated and spent. Eventually they both go to the shower to wash each other. But that will have to wait for another time.

The Reunion Part 2.

They walked across the dimly lit room, there bodies glistening gently with the exertions of there love making. They enter the shower turn on the hot water to bathe each other.

He stood behind her and with the soap starts to create a lather by reaching round and massaging his soapy hands on her throat and shoulders. He moves down and gently soaps her voluptuous breasts she feels him grow hard yet again, his manhood pushing up between her legs. She can feel it at the entrance to her sex and feels her juices running onto him where they mix with the water and flow down to his balls and down his legs.

Her nipples grow hard to his gentle massaging. Again she can feel that now familiar sensation as her body becomes more excited. He holds her close and moves his hands down soaping her belly washing away the remnants of there earlier love making. The shower is powerful enough to keep her nipples erect and aching as it hits her chest like an onslaught of pins.

His hands move down to her neat triangle of hair, working the soap into the carefully trimmed bush. Then she feels him lean in to her more as he reach his hands down to the front of her pussy. Her clit is already peeping out from it’s hood and the sensation of his soapy hands gliding over it’s tip sends shocks of electricity shooting through her groin. He reaches round under her, pushing forward to do so. He soaps between her legs careful not to get the soap inside her. The soap mingles with her juices that are now flowing so freely. He is amazed to feel that she is still so wet. She can feel his hands soaping between her legs, soaping her and his hardness at the same time using long strokes.

He takes the shower head and careful washes the soap from her body, the showers powerful spraying feeling like a thousand pin pricks to her body as he moves it gently to and fro washing away the soap. As he moves the shower down between her legs, the blast on to her clit is almost too painful to bear but at the same time brings her so close to orgasm but not quite.

She feels him move away and then he moves her legs apart as he turns, crouches and then lifts his face to her pussy, eager to savour more of her musty juice. He runs his tongue back and forth along her groove careful at this stage not to touch Escort Edirne her now fully exposed and throbbing clit. He licks into her entrance then she feels him sliding his fingers into her tunnel of love massaging the sensitive tissue of her inner walls. As even more of her love juices flow, he laps them hungrily. By now he can sense the closeness of her orgasm.

Suddenly he nips on her exposed clit and sucks, ramming his fingers deep inside her pussy, stretching her narrow channel. Electricity courses through her body tripping her over the edge and causing her orgasm to sweep through with such energy that her legs sag.

He feels her react to the orgasm and has to support her legs to stop her from collapsing. She has lost all control of her body. He feels the heat of her hot fluid splattering onto his upturned throat and chest, as she pee’s herself in her excitement. He feels the hot fluid run over his chest, some runs round the sides to his spine where it runs down to his sphincter. The rest flows down from his stomach round the root of his solid prick, over his balls to his bottom where it all runs off of him creating the strangest sensation. He stands again and sluices off under the shower.

She turns to him and soaping her hand massages his back and shoulders whilst embracing him in a kiss, there tongues shooting into each others mouths and entwining, exploring each other as there hands explore each others bodies. He is so hard she can feel it pushing against her stomach, not yielding where it is so engorged.

Her hands work there way down his back where she is able to soap the base of his spine causing him the urge of wanting to pee himself. He manages to control himself. His prick bucking as he tenses the muscles to prevent himself peeing. Her hands move between the crease of his bum where she cheekily massages the tight crinkled hole of his sphincter with a soapy finger, applying just enough pressure for the ball of her finger to nestle in to the opening. Again his solid manhood bucks at the sensations she is creating.

She slowly draws her soapy hands round his hips, stepping away from him to release his rampant manhood from between them. She gently encircles it with her soapy fingers, feeling the involuntary jerk at her touch. She slowly massages the soap into it using a slow wanking motion. She can see he is beside himself clearly on the brink of showering her belly and thighs with his silver liquor. Careful not to bring him off she stops. Taking the showerhead she washes him off. The showers powerful spray dimpling the skin as it passes over his flesh. Scared of tripping him over the edge she washes the soap from his phallus careful not to provide any further stimulation.

He watches and as she soaps his aching penis. As she wanks him gently he realises he is about to be granted the release he is so desperate for. Suddenly she stops. Leaving so close to the point of no return that he wonders if he will shoot his load even after she has stopped. Using all his will power he resists the urge to grab his enflamed prick with both hands and bring himself off. Slowly the sensation subsides slightly and he is again able to breathe. She washes the soap from him with the powerful shower. Taking great pleasure in aiming it at his sphincter, which reacts involuntarily by clamping itself, even tighter shut than before. This causes a globule of pre cum to ooze out of the eye of his penis, which bounces involuntarily. He closes his eyes and prays he can maintain control when she carefully hoses off his glans.

She again reaches behind him and gently rubs the base of his spine. His solid dick bounces. He mildly flinches tightening his grip on her shoulders. She continues to massage the base of his spine until she sees he can hold off no more and sees a jet of golden pee shoot from his engorged prick causing him to moan. She guides his prick to aim the jet onto the floor.

As he feels her start to massage the base of his spine he realises that his bladder is full. Trying to control him self he tenses his inner muscles to prevent himself from having and accident. She continues to massage the base of his spine and with the noise of the running water it is impossible to hold back any longer.

He feels the incredible surge through the length of his engorged solid cock as his wee surges up the restricted tube leaving his eye as if an ejaculation which lasts until the flow subsides as his bladder empties. The sensation heightened by her wanking his solid prick wile he pees pushing it downwards to aim at the floor.

When the golden stream has finish she carefully showers off his still solid dick, moves round and takes it into her mouth. Amazingly it seems longer and fatter than ever and the rim of the helmet catches momentarily in her throat. This is all it takes to force this incredibly exited man over the edge and she feels his thick hot salty fluid splatter against the back of her mouth. She immediately pulls him from her mouth and masturbates him, almost viciously to ensure she drains the last of his cum from his balls. The silver fluid blasting from his eye and landing on her bosom where she was now kneeling in front of him. It the slid on the water between her tits, down her tummy and caught momentarily in her thatch before being washed away.

She takes his still solid glans in her mouth and licking and sucking him until he subsides, savouring the last taste of his manhood.

She lets him slide from her mouth, stands up kisses him deeply as if to take some of his taste with her and then steps out of the shower where he remains.

A few minutes later he hears the click of the motel door as she finally leaves.

Now they meet when ever they choose or just chat on MSN.

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Je remercie Cathartico de m’avoir permis se traduire son histoire “Jessica’s Change Management” que vous pouvez trouver sur la partie anglophone de ce site.

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Le lavage de voiture.

—- Semaine 1 — Mercredi —

En arrivant à la maison il me faut un peu de temps avant que mon cerveau se remette à fonctionner. J’ai du mal à assimiler tout ce qui vient de se passer. L’arrogance et la désinvolture avec lesquelles Daniel m’a exhibée au centre commercial m’ont totalement choquée. Et je suis encore plus choquée de l’avoir laissé faire aussi facilement.

J’ai l’impression d’avoir franchi une ligne et de ne pas pouvoir revenir en arrière. Je sens que je perds complètement le contrôle de la situation. Il faut que je fasse quelque chose sinon il sera trop tard. Je ne peux plus attendre!

Je me sers un verre de vin pour me calmer les nerfs. Mes pensées se déchaînent dans ma tête. Il me faut bien deux verres avant que la tension s’atténue. J’ai toujours été intelligente. Je vais trouver une solution et je vais la trouver rapidement.

—- Semaine 1 — Jeudi —

Le lendemain, je reçois un SMS de Daniel avant de quitter la maison. Il ne me lâche pas! Il me donne des ordres pour emmener une tenue bien particulière au travail. Il veut que je mette dans mon sac, un haut court, un mini-short aussi, un bikini et une paire de talons assortie.

La lecture du message me remplit de colère. Je n’aime pas la façon dont il me commande. Je suis sur le point de refuser ses ordres. Mais je me suis jurée de prendre une décision aujourd’hui. A cet égard je dois me montrer intelligente. Cela ne m’aidera pas si je fâche Daniel. Donc, en final, je lui obéis.

Je fourre dans mon sac à main un petit haut blanc et fin qui laisse voir mon ventre ainsi qu’un jean déchiré par moi-même bien au-dessus des genoux. Ensuite je recherche dans mon placard un bikini qui pourrait aller. Je ne peux pas reprendre le rouge que j’avais quand j’ai rencontré Daniel. Il veut quelque chose de nouveau, quelque chose d’aussi petit.

Toutefois, je n’ai qu’un seul bikini répondant à ses exigences. Je l’avais acheté avec mon ancien copain lors d’une virée shopping pour pimenter notre vie sexuelle. Après les vacances, je ne l’avais plus porté, le trouvant trop suggestif à mon goût.

C’est un bikini doré avec des petites chaînes. Les bonnets du haut sont reliés par une petite tige dorée et les bretelles sont composés de deux petites chaînes dorées. Pour le bas, le tissu est tenu par deux chaînes aussi. Le tissu du bikini est de couleur or métallique avec des éclats argentés qui scintillent à la lumière du soleil. A ce maillot de bain, je prends des chaussures assorties, une paire de sandales dorés avec des talons de dix centimètres et des lanières entrelacées.

Cet ensemble, bikini et talons, est un vrai attrape-oeil. Il donne l’impression que je veux attire l’attention sur mon corps.

Mais au moins, je ne devrais pas porter cette tenue minimaliste au travail. Cette pensée me calme un peu. Ça ne devrait pas me porter préjudice non? Aucun de mes collègues ne va voir cette tenue n’est-ce pas?

Quand j’arrive au travail je laisse les talons dorés dans ma voiture et je prends mon sac à main avec moi. En entrant dans mon bureau, je reçois un autre SMS du jeune latino. Il me demande de poser mon sac à main juste à côté de mon bureau avec la fermeture éclair bien ouverte. De cette façon, mon sac est bien en vue dans mon bureau et toute personne y entrant pourra voir à l’intérieur. Tout le monde pourra voir le bikini s’il regarde attentivement.

Mes subordonnés pourront découvrir ainsi que je possède des vêtements sexy. Cette pensée me fait hérisser de rage. Il n’y a rien de plus important pour moi que ma réputation. Une fois de plus, Daniel sait comment me garder sous contrôle. Tout en travaillant, je ne peux m’empêcher de regarder le sac à main grand ouvert. C’est un rappel constant de la domination de Daniel et ça me rend terriblement nerveuse.

Avant le déjeuner, j’ai prévu de discuter d’un projet en cours avec Bill, un de mes subordonnés plus âgés. Comme d’habitude, la réunion doit se passer dans mon bureau pour ne pas perdre de temps. Cette fois-ci cependant, je regrette profondément cette décision. Je n’arrive pas à me concentrer sur la conversation. Tout en écoutant l’exposé de Bill, mes yeux sont sans cesse attirés par mon sac à main. C’est stupide car ça attire son attention. Et Bientôt, Bill s’intéresse à mon sac et commence à le regarder attentivement.

Je suis tellement tendue que je ne peux même pas décrire mon état. Chaque fois que mon collaborateur jette un œil sur mon sac à main, je suis sur le point de me jeter dessus et de le fermer. Je dois canaliser toute ma volonté pour rester immobile. Je sens la sueur se former sur mon front et je suis sûre que ça ne passe pas inaperçu. Je crois que je suis au summum de la nervosité quand je clôture la réunion.

Mais je me trompe. Après le déjeuner, d’heure en heure je redeviens très nerveuse. Je commence à penser à la « soirée après le travail ». Qu’est-ce que Daniel a Ağrı Escort pu prévoir pour la soirée. Pourquoi veut-il que je porte un bikini?

Une heure avant de terminer, je ne peux m’empêcher de faire les cent pas dans mon bureau, jusqu’au moment où je reçois un nouvel SMS du stagiaire. Il me dit de mettre la tenue prévue et d’aller chez lui. Il me retrouvera là-bas. Avec un soupir, j’éteins mon ordinateur. C’est l’heure. Je suis prête à renoncer à tout contrôle sur moi-même pour la troisième fois.

Une fois de plus, je me retrouve dans les toilettes pour femme à ma regarder dans le miroir. Je viens de me changer dans une des cabines. Maintenant, je porte le petit haut blanc avec de fines bretelles et la jupe en jean courte. Le haut est si fin que le maillot de bain avec ses chaînes dorées transparaît. Le jean coupé en mini-short est si court que les poches avant sont visibles. J’étais au collège la dernière fois que je l’ai porté et je ne pensais jamais le remettre.

Au moment où je me suis vêtue, tout sentiment de pouvoir m’a abandonné. Je ne me sens plus comme une femme d’affaire importante et respectée, mais plutôt comme une femme facile affichant ses charmes. Le minuscule haut blanc laisse voir mon nombril et mon ventre plat. Le mini-short est remonté et expose la courbe de mes fesses à chaque mouvement. Mes jambes lisses et bronzées sont bien montrées.

Au moment où j’ouvre la porte, je tombe presque sur ORTEGA. Je l’entends parler à quelqu’un alors qu’il monte les escaliers pour arriver dans le couloir. Immédiatement je me fige, la main sur la poignée de la porte. Il ne doit pas me voir comme ça! C’est la faute qu’il attend! Il ne laissera pas sa chance passer et il utilisera ma tenue contre moi pour prendre l’avantage.

Alors que mes jambes sont paralysées d’horreur, mon cœur bat aussi vite que les ailes d’un oiseau-mouche. ORTEGA approche de plus en plus. Il est occupé par sa communication téléphonique, mais après quelques marches supplémentaires, il sera près de moi. In ne peut pas passer sans me remarquer.

A la dernière seconde, je me libère de mon immobilité et je claque la porte des toilettes. Bien sûr, le bruit ne passe pas inaperçu. Je suis adossée à la porte, haletante, quand j’entends ORTEGA frapper :

– Tout va bien là-dedans? Demande-t-il avec inquiétude.

Je veux crier pour qu’il parte, mais je me retiens. Je suis tellement tendue que je m’évanouis presque. Tout ce que je peux faire est d’attendre. ORTEGA frappe encore quelques fois avant d’abandonner et partir. Ouf, j’ai eu chaud!

Je n’ose pas sortir des toilettes pour femme après cette scène. O’BANNON, mon PDG, travaille toujours dans son bureau. Je ne peux prendre le risque de le rencontrer. Cela reviendrait au même que si je lui remettais directement ma lettre de licenciement. Je reste donc dans les toilettes, en passant nerveusement d’un pied sur l’autre, tout en écoutant les bruits dans le couloir. Je sais que je risque d’être en retard à « la soirée après le travail » de Daniel et de le mettre en colère. Mais j’ai trop peur pour bouger.

J’attends seulement quinze minutes avant d’entendre des pas dans le couloir qui s’éloignent. Mais ces quinze minutes me paraissent des siècles. Quand je n’entends plus la pas, j’attends encore cinq minutes de plus pour m’assurer que le PDG a quitté le bâtiment. Puis j’ouvre la porte. Le couloir étant vide, je me précipite dans les escaliers si rapidement que je manque trébucher. Mais je n’ai pas le courage de faire une pause. Je retiens mon souffle jusqu’au moment où je suis assise dans ma voiture. Le parking est vide, personne ne m’a vu. J’ai quand même l’impression d’avoir vieilli en quelques minutes.

Une bonne demi-heure plus tard, j’arrive devant la maison de Daniel. Cette fois-ci il n’y a personne assis sous le porche. Après avoir chaussé les sandales dorées à talons hauts, je me dirige vers la porte et je frappe. Personne ne répond. Pendant quelques instants, je reste là sans rien comprendre. Puis je vois Daniel venir de la cour derrière la maison. Je suis presque soulagée de le voir. Je veux pas rester dans ce quartier sans lui à mes côtés.

– Tu es en retard salope! Remarque le latino.

– Je suis désolé Monsieur Daniel.

Je m’excuse en tombant instantanément dans un comportement soumis. J’ajoute :

– Je devais attendre que tout le monde soit parti.

– Et pourquoi Madame ADDAMS?

Il ricane sarcastiquement et continue :

– Quelle faible excuse. C’est décevant mais bon… On ne peut pas s’attendre à plus d’une salope aussi stupide n’est-ce pas?

Sans attendre de réponse il ajoute :

– J’ai promis à mes potes un moment d’enfer avec ma cougar bien chaude. Ne me déçois plus! Sois un bon sac à foutre avec eux!

Je comprends la menace à demi-mot. Il dit encore :

– Tu t’es mal conduite, tu dois payer et tu dois te rattraper. Montre-moi que tu as suivi mes instructions salope!

Le jeune latino est devant moi, habillé d’un pantalon ample et d’un débardeur et il exhibe ses bras musclés et tatoués. Il les noue devant sa poitrine Ağrı Escort Bayan de façon arrogante en attendant que je réagisse. Je le regarde avec incrédulité et je sens le sang me monter à la tête. Est-ce qu’il s’attend vraiment à ce que je retire mes vêtements et que je reste en bikini devant sa maison?

Bien sûr, il est très sérieux. Et je ne doute pas qu’il va le rester. La façon dont il m’a traité de salope est suffisant pour me convaincre. Il m’a également dit que j’avais oublié les règles. Je dois donc me conduire de cette manière très dégradante ou risquer de l’énerver davantage. Alors je balbutie en me sentant impuissante :

– Désolé Monsieur. Votre salope est désolée de vous avoir déçu Monsieur Daniel.

Mon Dieu, je déteste lui donner du « Monsieur ». Cependant je dois admettre que son attitude intransigeante m’a une fois de plus impressionné. Il ne discute pas, il n’hésite pas et il ne se montre pas indécis. Ce sentiment étrange de résignation et la fascination de mon impuissance me frappent de nouveau avec force. Ces derniers jours, j’ai été forcée de constater que ce genre de commandement dominant provoque en moi quelque chose que je ne comprends pas, quelque chose que je ne peux pas accepter.

Hier soir, je n’ai pu m’empêcher de réfléchir à une question : Pourquoi diable la façon impolie mais directe de Daniel de me commander m’oblige-t-elle à me comporter de manière si soumise? Bien sûr, il me fait chanter. Mais ça ne suffit pas à expliquer. Pourquoi ce traitement brutal m’oblige-t-il à abandonner toute résistance intérieure? Pourquoi ma colère s’estompe-t-elle si facilement? Chaque fois que ce voyou macho arrogant élève la voix, la fière patronne que je suis devient un chaton docile. A chaque fois, j’ai ressenti une humiliation sans bornes mais néanmoins j’ai obéi consciencieusement.

– Quand je te dis que tu dois payer… Allez! Dépêche-toi Miss Allumeuse! Me dit Daniel calmement mais rudement.

Une fois encore, les mots et l’ordre du latino ont le même effet et me font activer. Je ne peux pas l’empêcher. Une mécanique à l’intérieur de moi conduit mes mains vers mon petit haut blanc. J’attrape le bord inférieur et je le soulève par-dessus ma poitrine. Ainsi je dévoile mes gros seins qui remplissent largement le minuscule bikini doré. Le haut qui appuie sur mes monticules de chair fait gonfler ma poitrine.

Je laisse tomber le haut et pose mes mains tremblantes sur mon mini-short. J’ouvre le bouton et je le laisse glisser jusqu’au sol, révélant ainsi mon bas de bikini doré. Je suis devant le porche de la maison crasseuse de Daniel dans un quartier mal famé et je tourne sur moi-même pour permettre à mon jeune stagiaire de m’inspecter avec arrogance. Le fait que je le fasse sans aucune protestation ne fait qu’augmenter ma dégradation.

Finalement, le latino macho dit :

– Bien! Maintenant, montre-moi que ta chatte de salope est baisable?

Cet ordre me coupe la respiration et me fait hésiter, mais je ne résiste pas vraiment. Je saisis le bas de mon maillot de bain et je tire le tissu sur le côté pour montrer ma chatte à Daniel. Elle est complètement rasée comme il aime. Mais cela ne lui suffit pas. Il m’oblige à écarter mes petites lèvres avec ma main gauche pour montrer ma chair rose. Me faire montrer mon sexe en plein jour presque dans la rue est une autre humiliation implacable. Je tremble de manière incontrôlable. Ma nervosité est palpable. En revanche, la joie du latino est tout aussi évidente. Il me laisse dans cette position, les jambes écartées et ma chatte exposée pendant des siècles.

TUUUT TUUUT!

– Miam, quel beau morceau!

– Waouu, qu’est-ce que c’est que cette pute?

J’entends une voiture klaxonner et des hommes hurler dans mon dos. Je ne peux les voir ,mais la voiture passe. Daniel leur fait un signe avec un sourire triomphant sur le visage. J’ai envie de me retourner pour voir mais je me fige. Je ne peux quand même pas leur laisser voir ma chatte rasée. Les laisser admirer mon cul presque nu est déjà assez grave. Zut, je ne peux même pas décrire la honte sans fond que je ressens. Mon visage est si rouge qu’il en est presque bouillant.

– Tu vas commencer par te faire une réputation ici Miss Allumeuse. Tu vas devenir la plus belle salope hein? Commente Daniel.

A sa plus grande joie, sa remarque ne fait qu’approfondir la couleur pourpre de mon visage. Je regarde le sol avec honte. Même la voiture partie, Daniel ne me laisse pas bouger. Je dois rester debout sur mes talons dorés devant sa maison pendant ce qu’il me semble une éternité. Il me laisse le temps de sentir pleinement mon embarras. Il me punit pour mon retard en me laissant exposer ma chatte en public, comme si c’est la chose la plus naturelle du monde.

– Il est temps de s’amuser! S’exclame finalement mon stagiaire.

Sans rien dire de plus, il se détourne et descend l’allée qui mène à sa cour arrière. Il me laisse seule, debout devant sa maison. Il m’avait puni et j’avais appris la leçon. Je ne me conduirais plus mal. C’est une des raisons pour laquelle je devrais Escort Ağrı être rapide dans le futur. Encore quelques jours et il m’aura complètement plié à sa volonté. Je m’inclinerai devant chacun de ses ordres sans renâcler.

Avant qu’une autre voiture ne passe, je saisis rapidement mon mini-short sur le sol et je le remonte sur mes jambes. Ensuite je remets mon haut blanc. Puis je suis le jeune latino.

En entrant dans la cour arrière, mon cœur bat à tout rompre. Les trois colocataires de Daniel m’accueillent. Ils boivent des bières tout en mangeant des steaks. Bientôt ils se présentent. Le type maigre avec une barbiche et la tête chauve s’appelle Franco. Il porte un tee-shirt blanc qui fait trois tailles de trop et un pantalon Kaki taille basse. Le gars torse nu avec un bandana autour du front et de gros tatouages sur la poitrine s’appelle Garcia. Il est presque aussi petit que moi , mais trapu. Le dernier avec une barbe de trois jours et un chapeau sur la tête s’appelle Lucio. C’est un tas de muscle ressemblant à un lutteur. Il porte un maillot de basket-ball noir, un ample short noir, et des chaussettes blanches qui lui montent aux genoux.

Avec leurs multiples tatouages et leur visage sérieux, j’ai l’impression d’avoir à faire avec des gangsters. Je remarque que les trois ont le même tatouage que Daniel sur le haut de son bras : Les lettres « LGZ » gravées en vieux lettrage anglais. Ils m’expliquent que c’est le symbole de leur gang. Apparemment, ils appartiennent à un vrai gang, ce qui m’intimide encore plus. Daniel me présente :

– Bienvenue Miss Allumeuse à notre barbecue. Cette petite chatte a voulu être notre divertissement.

La façon dont il déforme les faits me met en colère. Je bous intérieurement. Je n’ai pas postulé pour ça! Ses paroles m’humilient et me signifient que je vais vivre l’enfer. J’ai des crampes d’estomac. Daniel continue alors :

– Cette poupée veut devenir notre pute de gang. Mais ça dépend de vous les gars. Vous allez être les juges qui décideront si elle est assez bonne pour notre gang.

Arggghh! Qu’il peut être arrogant! Mon stagiaire veut transformer sa fière patronne en salope de gang. Son insolence me rend furieuse, bien que ma colère me semble déplacée. Après tout, je me tien dans sa cour, vêtue d’un haut révélateur, d’un mini-short qui ne cache presque rien et de hauts talons dorés. Toutefois, je fais la moue alors que les trois gars sourient. Je peux voir la luxure apparaître dans leurs yeux.

– Tu vas devoir les convaincre! Et pour chaque vote positif, je supprimerai une photo. Me dit Daniel en me regardant fixement.

Ensuite il me montre un tuyau et un seau qu’il avait préparés puis il me montre sa voiture garée à l’arrière de l’allée, près du patio arrière. Ma tâche est claire. Il veut que je lave sa vieille guimbarde rouillée et ses copains jugeront si je le fais de manière assez sexy.

Mes épaules s’affaissent lorsque je réalise que je vais le faire sans hésiter. La perspective de faire supprimer trois photos est trop séduisante. Je suis déçue de mon comportement mais le résultat l’emporte sur l’humiliation. Au moins, tout se passait dans la cour fermée De Daniel et non dans un centre commercial.

J’attrape le seau rempli d’eau mousseuse, puis je me dirige vers la voiture de mon stagiaire. Les quatre hommes ne font même pas mine de regarder ailleurs. Je sens les quatre paires d’yeux fixés sur mon dos alors que je commence à asperger le véhicule avec le tuyau.

L’eau est projetée avec force par le tuyau d’arrosage et des éclaboussures tombent sur mon haut blanc, faisant instantanément des tâches transparentes. L’eau est tellement froide que mes mamelons se dressent et pointent à travers le fin tissu. Bientôt, mes vêtements sont trempés. Mon haut de bikini reste collé à mon petit haut blanc.

Je mesure seulement 1m62 et je dois donc me pencher pour atteindre le milieu du capot quand je veux le frotter avec une éponge savonneuse. En me penchant en avant, je sens mon mini-short en jean remonter sur mes fesses. Et chaque fois que je dois replonger l’éponge dans le seau, je dois me pencher profondément, ce qui remonte mon mini-short assez haut pour que la presque totalité de mes fesses soit exposée. Ces gestes sont accompagnés par les hurlements des mecs. Leurs remarques vulgaires m’obligent à tortiller du cul.

Je les entends discuter de mes fesses que je leur ai montrées avec tant d’empressement. Ils n’arrivent pas à se mettre d’accord sur la façon d’appeler mon cul. Ils hésitent entre « gros cul », « énorme popotin », « croupe de vache » et autres. Aucune de leurs propositions me semble particulièrement gentille.

– Rappelle-toi de tous ces noms Miss Allumeuse. Tu sais comment on va appeler ton cul maintenant. Dit Daniel.

Après avoir frotté le côté droit du capot, je contourne la voiture pour nettoyer l’autre côté. De cette façon, je présente mon devant mouillé aux latinos. A présent, je transpire sous l’effort, ce qui ne fait qu’ajouter à l’humidité de mes vêtements. Le haut blanc et le bikini doré sont tellement trempés qu’ils collent étroitement à mes seins et soulignent ainsi mes courbes voluptueuses. En me penchant en avant, les hommes ont une vue parfaite sur mes nichons. Mes tétons sont si durs et si dressés qu’ils semblent sur le point de se frayer un chemin à travers le tissu.

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Traduction d’une histoire de Jessiebnh.

Ce récit est une FICTION contenant chantage, contraintes et humiliations. Ne continuez pas à lire si vous n’aimez pas.

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Je n’eus pas de nouvelles de Glen ou ses amis pendant plus d’une semaine après la fête dans la maison de la fraternité. Après cette nuit torride, ma relation avec mon mari repris un rythme lent et tranquille. J’avais été bien courbaturée après cette fête et je n’aurais pas pu subir d’autres amusements. Donc j’étais heureuse de ne pas avoir de nouvelles de Glen.

Le mercredi de cette semaine, je réalisai que mon temps de contrat avec le jeune garçon était passé pour plus de la moitié. D’une certaine façon, j’étais un peu triste que ma vie revienne à la normale bientôt. C’était un peu le même sentiment quand la moitié des vacances était terminé et que s’approchait la fin.

Bien que notre vie sexuelle soit revenue normale, il y avait une certaine tension entre Mike et moi. Je ne savais pas si ça venait d’un sentiment de culpabilité de sa part pour avoir baisé une inconnue (moi en vérité) ou d’un sentiment de culpabilité de ma part de m’être laissée prendre par une horde de garçons. Peut-être était-ce une culpabilité mutuelle et un embarras commun sur la façon dont j’avais dominé Mike ce soir-là. Mon mari a toujours été du genre à tourner autour du pot et à ne jamais affronter les questions. J’avoue que ça m’arrangeait souvent. S’il était trop gêné ou trop coupable de discuter de certaines choses avec moi, alors tant pis. Je n’étais pas impatiente de m’embrouiller avec lui.

Le mercredi après-midi, Glen m’appela sur mon téléphone portable alors que j’étais dans ma voiture.

– Jess? Salut c’est moi! Rendez-vous chez Rick? Dit-il comme si je n’avais pas le choix.

Je raccrochai en colère et je regardai ma montre. Mike avait des réunions toute la semaine et nous dînions toujours très tard. J’avais beaucoup de temps et pas grand-chose à faire.

Je n’avais jamais été au bar de Rick. Il était en dehors de la ville sur la route principale fréquentée par des motards et des ploucs. Je suppose que la moitié de la population de notre petite ville passait au moins une fois par jour dans le bar de Rick. Je redémarrai la voiture et je réalisai que je me dirigeais en dehors de la ville jusqu’au bar. Ironiquement, je ris de moi en me rendant compte que j’obéissais à Glen sans réfléchir.

Comme je ne voulus pas que ma voiture connue d’enseignante soit vue à l’extérieur du bar, je me garai derrière. Pourtant je savais bien que si quelqu’un regardait attentivement, il verrait ma voiture.

J’entrai dans le bar de façon sexy. Je portais une robe de coton imprimé, sans bas avec une paire de sandales mignonnes. Je vis Glen assis dans une alcôve et aussitôt ma chatte commença à picoter. Ça ne m’était jamais arrivée auparavant. Je me glissai en face du jeune garçon en regardant Afyon Escort autour de moi pour m’assurer que personne ne m’avait reconnu.

– Tu es si excitante! Dit Glen assez fort.

– Tu m’as appelée. Dis-je avec une voix monocorde en espérant qu’il ne se rende pas compte de mon excitation.

– Ma putain m’a manqué, il fallait que je te voie. Dit-il dans un murmure rauque.

Je regardai les yeux de chiots de Glen. Bon sang, c’était un jeune salaud! Je me détestai d’être tellement attirée par lui.

– Que veux-tu que ça me fasse? Demandai-je en haussant les épaules et en montrant de l’audace.

Je savais très bien où cela allait nous mener. Au sexe, sans tendresse, comme deux chiens qui s’accouplent brutalement.

Glen écrasa sa cigarette et se leva brusquement. Ses yeux me détaillèrent. On aurait dit qu’il voulait brûler mes vêtements du regard et me laisser ici assise, nue et vulnérable. Il attrapa mon bras :

– Lève-toi! dit-il d’un ton sec, comme si j’étais son chien.

Je m’exécutai en m’assurant de bien écarter les jambes pour qu’il puisse voir ma culotte quand je glissai hors de l’alcôve. Les yeux du jeune garçon étaient vitreux. Je sentis que j’avais un peu de contrôle sur lui pour la première fois dans notre relation.

Il me poussa vers l’arrière du bar où il y avait un couloir qui menait aux toilettes.

Il ouvrit la porte marquée « Homme » et me poussa. Je ne pense pas avoir déjà été dans des WC pour hommes. Il y avait trois urinoirs. L’endroit puait la bière et l’urine. Je me demandai combien de fois les hommes avaient manqué l’urinoir et pissé sur le sol.

Le plancher était recouvert d’un vinyle rouge des années 1960 et il était inégal. Ces toilettes étaient sales. Je pouvais entendre les gouttes du robinet et il y avait des tâches de rouille sur le vieux lavabo en porcelaine.

Glen mit ses mains sur mes épaules et me regarda dans les yeux :

– Baisse-toi et suce-moi!

Bien que je sois une enseignante et une femme respectée, que je sois dans les toilettes pour hommes où quelqu’un pouvait entrer et me reconnaître, peut-être même le père d’un de mes élèves, j’obéis.

Je m’accroupis, jambes écartées, ma robe d’été retroussée et mes pieds tournés vers l’extérieur. Je décompressai le pantalon de Glen et je me battis pour extraire sa bite maintenant bien dure de son jean serré et de son caleçon.

Ainsi je n’avais que la vision de son entrejambe et de sa queue. J’étais fascinée. Je commençai à caresser amoureusement le membre avec mes mains, puis je me mis à lécher et sucer son gros gland. Je le faisais comme si c’était la chose la plus naturelle pour moi. J’eus l’impression que je n’existais que pour me faire sauter par des jeunes gars dans des toilettes immondes pour hommes.

Ma culotte devint tellement humide que je pus sentir la fraîcheur sur ma chatte. J’aurais Afyon Escort Bayan pu jurer que l’on pouvait sentit mon excitation au milieu des odeurs nauséabondes de la pièce. Je pouvais entendre les « slurp » que faisait ma bouche sur la bite de Glen. Je m’appliquai dans ma fellation. En même temps, avec ma main libre, celle qui porte mon alliance, je frottai ma chatte humide à travers le fin tissu de ma culotte.

J’entendis Glen gémir. Je savais que ce serait bientôt la fin. Je fermai les yeux et je me concentrai pour prendre le plus possible de sa queue dans ma gorge. Les mains du garçon saisirent les deux côtés de ma tête. Je dus reposer mes deux mains sur mes cuisses pour éviter de tomber en arrière sur le sol éclaboussé de pisse masculine.

Alors que Glen commença à baiser mon visage, j’entendis le loquet de la porte qui s’ouvrit. Quelqu’un entra et referma derrière lui. Oh merde! Mon cœur se mit à battre la chamade. Et mon clito commença à bourgeonner. Ma chatte me faisait mal tellement j’avais envie qu’on la touche, mais je n’osai pas bouger mes mains de peur de tomber.

L’homme qui venait d’entrer dans les toilettes pris mes seins par-derrière. Il s’était accroupi derrière moi. Je sentis son souffle chaud parfumé à la bière sur ma joue. Il tripota durement mes seins pendant que Glen baisait ma bouche en rythme. Il me sembla que sa queue grossissait. Sa bite était déjà assez énorme lorsqu’elle était en érection, Mais là, j’eus l’impression qu’elle devenait gigantesque. J’essayai de ne pas étouffer quand il enfonça de plus en plus profondément sa queue dans ma gorge. Je n’étais qu’une figure à baiser. J’étais une salope suceuse de bites dans des toilettes. OH MON DIEU, j’étais bien, je voulais du sperme. Je pouvais sentir mon clito me picoter, chauffer et presque éclater.

L’homme qui malmenait mes seins mit ses mains entre mes jambes. Ma chatte était en feu et ma culotte complètement mouillée. Ce fut ironique, sur le moment je fus gênée qu’il trouve ma culotte humide. Il repoussa le fin tissu et ses mains calleuses cherchèrent mon clitoris. Je sentis que Glen allait bientôt jouir. Je me préparai à recevoir une bonne quantité de foutre.

– ARGHHHHH!! Gémit-il alors que le premier jet de sperme chaud et collant arrosait le fond de ma gorge.

J’eus le choix : avaler ou étouffer. J’avalai. Un second jet remplit ma bouche en plus grande quantité. J’avais du foutre sur le bord des lèvres quand Glen poussa à nouveau sa bite dans ma gorge. Ce fut alors que l’inconnu derrière moi trouva mon clito et le pinça violemment.

Je jouis alors. J’eus un orgasme qui me fit tout oublier. C’est comme si quelqu’un avait éteint l’interrupteur de mon cerveau. Je pensai que ça n’allait jamais s’arrêter. Glen était encore dans ma bouche, mais je ne m’en rendis pas compte. J’étais tellement consumée par mon orgasme que je me foutais Escort Afyon de ce qui pouvait se passer. Glen éjacula encore deux fois sur mon visage et me poussa en arrière sur l’inconnu. Mais il me rattrapa en me saisissant par les cheveux et me stabilisa sur ma position accroupie. J’étais si faible après cette jouissance que je serais tombée si Glen ne me tenait pas par les cheveux. Je sentis l’étranger me contourner pour se placer devant moi. Une bite, poilue, courte et épaisse fut poussée sur mon visage. Ma bouche s’ouvrit presque automatiquement. Encore une fois, je ne fus plus qu’un visage à baiser. Mais cette fois-ci par un inconnu dans les toilettes.

Sa queue était salée et sentait le renfermé. Mais j’aimai! Je commençai de nouveau à être excitée. Glen tint le dos de ma tête pour que l’étranger puisse utiliser ma bouche comme si c’était une chatte. Avec sa main libre, il ouvrit les boutons de ma robe d’été, sortit mes seins de mon soutien-gorge et commença à les frapper.

CLAC! CLAC! Sa main giflait ma poitrine. La queue inconnue s’enfonçait sans réfléchir dans ma bouche. Ma chatte me faisait mal. Je n’étais qu’une pute mariée au service de ces deux hommes. Je commençai à pleurer et mouiller en même temps. J’eus l’impression de ne plus pouvoir respirer, je perdais le contrôle de mon corps, la stimulation physique étant trop forte. La douleur, le plaisir de l’humiliation, la dégradation, ce fut trop et je commençai à uriner. Ma pisse éclaboussa mes pieds et mes sandales.

La queue dans ma bouche, bien épaisse, était loin d’être aussi longue que celle de Glen. Les couilles de l’homme frappèrent mon menton à chaque fois qu’il s’enfonçait dans ma bouche. Soudain je sentis un doigt, puis bientôt un deuxième s’introduire dans ma chatte. Glen me branla. J’étais proche de l’épuisement total, mais je sentis un nouvel orgasme monter en moi. Je priai que la queue dans ma bouche éjacule. Je mis mes bras autour du cul poilu de l’homme et je le tirai sans vergogne sur moi pour qu’il me baise la bouche.

Enfin, il gémit et laissa échapper un torrent de foutre dans ma bouche. Puis il se retira pour arroser mon visage et mes seins. C’était fini. Le sperme chaud me piqua les yeux. Je l’entendis remonter sa braguette et quitter les toilettes. Peu après, Glen me poussa sur le sol crasseux. J’entendis la porte claquer à nouveau.

J’étais seule sur le sol des toilettes hommes du bar de Rick. Ma robe était ouverte, mes seins vulgairement sortis du soutien-gorge. Le sperme recouvrait mon visage, mes cheveux et ma poitrine. Ma chatte touchait le sol crade. Je sentais l’urine.

J’arrêtai de sangloter et je laissai mon corps se détendre. Je réalisai à quel point j’avais été humiliée alors que j’étais toujours allongée sur le sol. Un inconnu m’avait baisé comme une pute. J’étais une vraie salope. Mon corps était disponible pour tout homme qui voulait. Je sentis mon clito me démanger à nouveau. Distraitement, je me mis à frotter ma chatte. Quelle salope étais-je devenue? Je me délectais de cette situation. J’espérai presque qu’un homme arrive alors que je me masturbai sur le sol souillé de ces toilettes.

A suivre…

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The hot summer seemed to drag on. Steve and I were riding around as usual. We were just killing time. Gas was still cheap.As in most small towns in the south, there was a ‘circuit’ that the kids drove around. It covered most of the town. That was what we did when not otherwise occupied.After our night on the beach, we spent a lot of our spare time together. I bought some cold wine coolers, and we enjoyed them as we cruised around. I was concerned about getting stopped for an ‘open container’, so I took the cloverleaf on the highway. We headed out towards the point at the lake.I pulled into a camping spot high on the hill, where we could finish our beverages in peace. The sky was clear, and the stars were bright. No moon tonight meant no shadows. We got out and sat on the trunk. Drinking our drinks and watching the sky. It was quite peaceful and relaxing.There was no conversation between us about our relationship or even if we had one, apart from a friendship. We were just great friends with benefits, it seemed. I did think about it, but I didn’t dwell on it at length. We did seemingly spend almost all of our ‘free’ time together. The ten-year age difference didn’t seem to bother him, but I had to buy the alcohol. The running joke was whenever he hit twenty-one, he was buying.After about an hour of drinking and solving the world’s problems as best we could,Steve said, “Why don’t we ever do anything?” out of the blue.“What do you mean?” I said as I took another drink. “What do you want to do?”“I don’t know,” he replied.I think he knew what he wanted to do, but he was uncertain how I would receive it. Little did he know, I would have done absolutely anything he wanted to do.With that response from him, I hopped off the car and took my clothes off. Throwing them in the back seat of the car, I hopped back up and scooted next to him. He smiled, jumped off the car, and removed his shorts and t-shirt. He tossed them in the back seat with my clothes. Then he hopped up on the trunk resting against me. I rested my hand on his thigh.We sat like that for some time. Skin to skin. I continued caressing and massaging his thigh. My hand slid further and further down between his legs. He spread his legs to give me greater access. As I cupped his hairy balls and began lightly massaging them, he spread his legs wider. Then he brought his heels up to the trunk lid.“How far can you cum?” I asked as I took his cock in my hand. I was rubbing the head with my palm. He was producing a lot of pre-cum.He laughed, “I don’t know? I’ve never cum for distance. Is this a contest now?”“Could be. What would the rules be?” I asked.“Well … I’ve never played this game before. I guess, since you’re holding my dick, the first rule is you can’t jack yourself off. Someone else has to do it.”“Sounds good. I’ll do you, and since it’s only us, you do me.”“Deal. Can we use anything besides our hands?”“You can use anything you want,” I said, “and there’s no time limit.” We both laughed.“Come on, let’s go out here,” I said as I let go of his cock and jumped off the car. He followed me out onto the road. I needed to pee, so I peed a starting line on the road.“Now we can measure,” I said.“Oh yea, so much easier,” he said, laughing.I moved behind him, burying my cock in his butt crack while reaching around him. Taking him in my right hand, I got my rhythm going quickly as he was simultaneously backing his ass into me. With my right hand, I can do much better, as it’s the one I use when I jack off. I reached around with my left arm and began massaging his balls. Kissing his neck and sucking his ear lobes as I continued my ministrations. Soon he began thrusting his hips and gurgling something I couldn’t understand. Then his cock began to swell. I wrapped my left arm around him as he erupted. His cock threw five large streams of cum. I worked it all out before dropping his limp stem.With my dick in his ass crack, he wouldn’t have to work hard to get me going. I was already hard from the motions of his ass. Steve stepped away from me, tugging my dick with him, leaving a good deposit of pre-cum between his legs. He laughed as he took my steel hard rod in his hand and stepped behind me.I reached behind me to grab his ass, pressing his leaking member into my ass crack. His drippings smeared onto me, allowing his cock to rub smoothly as he began to work me up.“I really like the way your dick feels in my hand. It’s all smooth,” he said as he felt around my shaven genitals.“Feels wonderful to me having your hand there too. Maybe we should do this more often,” I replied.“It’s possible, I’m having fun.”“So am I,” I said as he began stroking me. “I am going to have to take the record, though.”He squeezed my balls as he stroked me, stopping occasionally to rub my pre-cum around my shaft. I massaged his butt cheeks as he continued to stroke me. He laid his head on my shoulder and began kissing and sucking on me, chewing on the back of my neck. I wondered if he was going to give me a hickey. He kept adjusting the speed of his strokes until it was time to see if I could ejaculate farther than him.I began thrusting my hips and breathing harder, making the “nnngg” sound. Constricting my abdominal muscles as he reached around my stomach, I started shooting cum as far as I could. Not that you can change that, Adana Escort but it was fun to watch. Steve kept massaging my cock to squeeze my drippings out on his hand, bringing it to his tongue and lapping it off. “Mmmm. Excellent stuff,” he smiled as he swallowed.We went out to look at who won the ‘Cum for distance’ contest. It was Steve. By about a foot. We both laughed as we stood in the street naked, dripping our cum down our legs. Glad no one drove by. I kneeled and took him into my mouth to suck him dry and clean him off. He did the same to me when I finished, and then we walked back to the car.I asked him to bend over the trunk of the car. He said he didn’t want anything in his ass. I told him I wouldn’t do that to him without talking about it. He had enjoyed anal sex with some of his girlfriends, but he was still an anal virgin. Neither he nor I had been in a sexual situation with another guy before. This was new to both of us. But it was comfortable for us to be together.He laid over the trunk of the car. He reached backward and spread his cheeks after I asked him to do so. I passed my finger down his crack, and he jerked up and looked back at me. I suggested he trust me, as I put my hand on his back to ease him down. Steve had the most remarkable butt. I was going to taste him. I leaned over and ran my tongue up his crack from his taint to his back. He moaned, and stretched his ass cheeks wider, knowing now what he was in for.I helped him push his cheeks apart as well as I began rimming him. He stated he’d never felt that before. I asked him if he liked it. He replied it was different, but yeah, he thought he did. Then he puckered his hole. I washed all around his hole with the flat of my tongue, pointing it and pressing in. As I licked, I added my teeth to chew on his cheeks in his crack. I loved it, and all I heard from Steve was moaning and gasping for air.I had the tip of my tongue in his hole while I massaged his balls. He came in a torrent on my back bumper. I drained him, and we went to sit inside my car. The clock on the dash said it was 2:15 am. It was time to head home. We dressed and headed out. On the way out of the park, we passed the Ranger driving towards the area we had just left. Good timing, I guess.“So, is that what you wanted to do?” I inquired as we drove home, grinning as I did.“Well, I wasn’t certain what I meant, but yeah, that was wonderful. Can we do that again?” He asked.“Absolutely! I had fun too. Just so you realize, I’m up for whatever you might be interested in trying. You know my sexual experience. There is none to speak of. I’ve been with one girl, strictly to lose my virginity. Never touched a man except you. It’s remarkable what you can learn by reading.” I laughed. “All you need to do is tell me you want to try something, or just start it. I’ll follow your lead.” However, I did have to pull the hair out of my teeth.Taking his hand to reassure him, we held hands the rest of the way home.The next week, we got together at the Boys Club for a sauna, on Thursday night. Steve is very hairy all over. Except for pulling hair from my teeth, I had no problem with that. Evidently, he wanted to make some changes though.He was very familiar with my shaven genitals and stated he liked how it looked and felt. We talked about why I started trimming mine when I was a senior in high school. He replied he wanted to try it, but feared cutting himself. I reminded him he needed to be careful. Especially about shaving the underside of his balls and the base of his penis. There was hair about an inch and a half up the shaft of his dick.He quizzed me about my process. What kind of razor I used and what kind of shaving cream. Then, out of the blue, he asked if I would help him with his first shave. Of course, I would help him. Remembering my initial shave, I was so afraid of cutting myself in those areas you can’t see. I told him I was house-sitting at my boss’s house the following week and asked if he wanted to come stay with me. He said sure. We could do it then.The next day was Friday. I went to work as normal, but Bob took me to his home for lunch. He had his chef prepare lunch for the family, me included. That afternoon was all about familiarizing me with the property. I was to be there from Saturday noon to the following Sunday, a week later.The house was massive compared to mine. The kitchen bar sat twelve. There was a pool and an indoor ten-person jacuzzi. Eight bedrooms and an enormous flat screen TV. They asked me to use a specific bedroom with a king-size bed that had an attached bathroom. We worked through all the security settings and how to call the service if needed. They also provided contact information for the cruise ship.Steve would begin staying with me on Sunday. After the evening church service, we went for pizza. He followed me to the house and I gave him the grand tour. We watched TV until around eleven pm and called it a day.There was a walk-in shower in the ensuite which we took advantage of. It had about ten shower heads. Neither of us had ever experienced that kind of shower before. After we got out, we dried off, brushed our teeth and headed for bed. Both of us slept nude, so we just crawled in. We talked for a little while about the upcoming week and cuddled. It Adana Escort Bayan felt good to be in contact with him like this.I had to work the following day. He had band camp all day every day that week from 9 am to 4 pm. He was the drum major going into his senior year. We both had to be out of the house by 7:30 am. It was going to be a busy week for both of us.I remained lying on my back. Steve settled down on my left side. His left leg and arm lay across me, and his head lay down on my chest in the crook of my neck. I had my left arm wrapped around him, caressing his back, while he rubbed my chest and nipples with his left hand. It didn’t take long before he was lightly snoring. I drifted off shortly afterward.My six o’clock alarm came all too soon. Neither of us was used to sleeping with anyone, and we had separated in the night. He had twisted off me to his left and was lying on his stomach. I had curled to my right and lay on my right side as usual. I shut it off, took a quick shower, then went down to prepare breakfast. Still nude.Bob had filled the fridge and pantry before his vacation and told me it was all available to me. He had an extensive alcohol collection but asked me to avoid a certain portion of it. I guess it was the more valuable stuff. Sounded that way. I knew nothing about the liquor in the cabinet. The labels looked old to me, so I assumed it was. That would be easy for me to bypass. I liked the less expensive wine, anyway.Coffee was first on the menu. Once I figured out how to use the coffeemaker, everything else was simple. I sauteed some mushrooms and tomatoes together and made scrambled eggs. Steve came around the corner into the kitchen, showered, and sat at the bar.As we ate, I asked him what he normally had for breakfast. He said cereal, but his usual brand wasn’t in the pantry. We would have to get him some tonight after work. We went back upstairs to dress for the day after we finished breakfast.I called him at his parent’s home before I left the office that afternoon and told him to meet me at the house at six. We would go eat and pick up what we needed at the grocery store. The Walmart Supercenter had just opened about six weeks earlier. We could find what we required and look around for anything else we might want. Besides, in a small town like this, going to Walmart is a social event.We walked around, picking up his brand of cereal and some snacks for the week. Then, thinking of his impending hair removal, I asked if he had a new unused razor with him. He said he had used the one he had already. So, we picked up some razors and gel shaving cream. I employed gel for my genitals. I knew it worked and wanted this to go as positively as it could for him. Besides, he could take it with him for future use.When we arrived back home, we put the groceries away and took the toiletries upstairs. He suggested we try out the jacuzzi. I agreed, and we got undressed. Neither of us had a swimsuit, so we went nude. When we were together, at least when it was just us two, we were usually naked. We both enjoyed being nude, and he had a beautiful body to look at. So, we headed downstairs to the hot tub.The jacuzzi was in its own humidity-controlled room. They instructed me to always keep the doors closed. The button for the jets was near the door, so you could turn it on as you entered the area. There was a floating thermometer in the water that registered 103°. Perfect. This was going to feel great on my back and would soften up his pubic hair for later.We spent a good half hour in there. We were both getting overheated, so we ran outside to the pool and jumped in. Even in the August heat, the water felt so cool compared to the hot tub we just left. We stayed in the pool, just lounging for about fifteen to twenty minutes. Then, as a brilliant sunset showed over the western hills, we went back inside to the jacuzzi.After about twenty minutes, I asked if he was ready to lose some hair. He laughed and said yes. I took him by the hand, and we got out and dried off. I locked up the main floor and hurried upstairs. Steve was already in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. At 5’7″, he had brown eyes, blond hair, a cute smile and weighed around 140 to 150 pounds, he was a gorgeous image to behold. Muscular but not bulky, well-defined pecs, shoulders, and stomach. There was no obvious fat to be seen. It will only enhance his smile when he gets his braces off. He was tugging on his pubic fur as I entered the room.“Soon you won’t be able to do that. You sure you want me to do this?” I asked him.“Yeah, I was just playing with it one last time. Every so often, I lie in bed and run my fingers through it. But I prefer feeling yours better with nothing there. It’s all smooth and baby soft,” he said.“Remember the first four or five days it will itch like crazy, so you’ll have to keep some lotion on it until it quits. At least that’s all mine itched. Now it doesn’t itch at all. Your skin just needs to get used to it.”“Yeah, that won’t be a problem. That means by the time we’re out of here, it should be done.”“It should be,” I replied “Ok. Are you ready?”“Yeah, let’s do this!” he said.I had put the razor and gel cream on the counter by the sink. I went and got a comb and a pair of scissors and returned. Escort Adana He was still flexing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I also brought my phone. He wanted to know why I had my phone. I told him I thought he might want to have some before and after pictures of his transformation.I asked him to sit on the counter and spread his legs. After combing through his pubic fur one last time to get any tangles out, I took several pictures. Wouldn’t make any difference in ten minutes, but it seemed like the right thing to do. After all, what barber gives you a haircut without using a comb? Anyway, I combed the space from his belly button down to his penis and in the crease of his legs. He had a deep golden tan, which contrasted strongly with the alabaster white of his pubic area and his ass. We agreed I would clear-cut at his tan line, which was far below his belly button. He always wore his shorts low on his hips.I began trimming a little at a time, giving him a last chance to change his mind. But he didn’t. Just focused on me and the scissors. I progressed to his dick and had to take it in my hand to maneuver it, so I could trim all around it. I don’t know if it’s normal, but he and I both have hair growing about an inch and a half up our shafts.Having completed the upper area and the crease of his leg, I moved down to his balls. They weren’t hanging down as far as they normally do. Kind of tight, so I massaged them a bit to loosen up his scrotum, so I could prune it. Then I asked him to lie down longways on the counter and put his feet on the counter, so I could get the underside of his ball sac and his taint. He didn’t question me at all, but he had an erection now. His beautiful, thick, seven-inch cut dick standing straight up.When I finished the trim, I took a couple of pictures from different angles to show him where we were. Bottom to top. Then I helped him down from the counter, and he studied himself in the mirror some more. I explained we would do the next part in the kitchen. He looked at me funny but trusted me. He wanted to see the pictures, so I gave him my phone. I heard his notifier go off several times, so he must have sent them to his phone.I asked him to jump in a hot shower to keep his pubic fur warm and pliable for the razor. As he did that, I grabbed a couple of enormous beach towels and two washcloths. Took them downstairs to the kitchen to set up our ‘work location’. The counter space near the sink would be perfect. It was long enough for him to lie comfortably and it was near warm water.I laid the towels down on the marble countertop, so he could stay warm. I picked up a large bowl from the cabinet and filled it with hot water. The washcloths went into the bowl. I only turned the lights on over the counter. When I returned to the bathroom, he was just getting out of the shower. I threw him a towel as I picked up the razors, shaving cream, and my phone and said, “Follow me.” He did, and we descended back down to the kitchen.I helped him up on the counter and told him how to lie with his feet up on the edge. He spread his legs apart. I photographed him, lathered him up, and photographed him some more. After a few quick strokes and a kiss on his big purple head, I began shaving him at his tan line. We had six razors, so I figured we’d be ok as far as that was concerned. I didn’t have to go back over any areas near his waist, but I cleaned the razor often.I shaved the crease of his legs and a double razor’s width on his legs. I used a wet washcloth to clean any loose hairs from the areas I had already shaved. It was time for a new razor, as his dick was the next area of concern. He had gotten comfortable, and as a result, gone soft. I had to pull him up by the head to get the skin tight enough to shave. He got hard at a record pace. I shaved his dick and stretched his scrotum out, so I could shave that. Then I shaved his taint. Three inches to each side of his centerline. I washed him down, so he was clean, and ran my hand over him to feel for missed stubble. His blond hair was difficult to see. I took more pictures as I wanted him to have a full set.He reached for the camera as I urged him to roll over, so I could shave his asshole. He looked surprised and said, “Really?” I nodded my head and he rolled over. I suggested he reach behind and pull his cheeks apart and hold them. He’s blond, as I’ve mentioned, and it’s hard to see in his crack. I lathered him up, and using a new razor, shaved his whole ass crack from his taint to the tan line on his back. Then I washed off all the loose hair.Steve reached his rear end and felt the smoothness of the shaven area. Then he asked, “While you’re back there, would you shave everything that isn’t tanned?” “If you want me to, sure,” I said. So, I continued shaving his hips and legs. When I was done, everything that wasn’t tanned had been shaven smooth. Not a hair to be found. We had used five of the six razors. I use some unscented after-shave cream that has aloe in it. I massaged that into all the newly shaven areas. We paid special attention to the base of his cock and his butt hole.It was almost midnight by now and as much as I wished to spend some intimate time together, we were both tired. I let him get used to his new sensations. We cleaned up the kitchen and made sure there was no hair to be found. Put the wash in the laundry, wiped down the counters and went upstairs. Steve had taken a shower before I shaved him, and he needed the moisturizer to stay on, so he went on to bed. I took a quick hot shower and crawled in next to him.

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We met at a New Year’s Eve party. I was single, lonely, and very horny. She was a vision of beauty quietly sitting on a couch in the living room. I was almost irresistibly drawn to her and had to fight my instinct to approach her immediately. I needed to watch her for a while and learn about her. It had been my experience that women as gorgeous as her were often vain and bitchy. The honest truth though was that I was shocked at how she had affected me, and I needed a moment to think about that. My recent breakup was a harsh reminder that my feelings often colored my perceptions.The reason I was single, lonely, and horny was that my girlfriend, the woman that had lived with me for the past year and the woman I had planned to marry had left me for her lover. She’d been cheating on me for months. Blithely living her double life with absolutely no regrets whatsoever. I think the only reason she bothered to come clean was that our planned wedding day was rapidly approaching.I’ll never forget it. I walked into our apartment after work and she was waiting, “David, we need to talk.”Those dreaded words ‘We need to talk’ that I knew were the last ones I wanted to hear from the woman I loved. Any guy that has been in love with a woman knows what those words really mean. “Sit down and shut up while I tell you how you fucked up and how it’s going to be from now on.”She was direct and to the point. It was glaringly clear that she had planned this out for some time. “I’m not marrying you. I’ve been seeing someone else and I’m leaving you to be with him. I’m sorry things didn’t work out between us.”I was caught completely unaware. I loved her and I thought we were ecstatically happy together. Her late-night work sessions and frequent weekend travel for her job never raised my suspicions. My career made similar demands of my time. In hindsight, all the signs were there, but my brain refused to see them. My feelings for her blinded me. I sat there paralyzed as my brain tried and failed to make sense of what she had just said. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”She blew out a breath in frustration. “Don’t be dense, David. I’m leaving you.”I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “But why? We love each other. Did I do something?”She shook her head. “OK, first of all, I don’t love you. I love Steve. Second, you didn’t do anything. I just need to move on.”The situation I was in was a prime example of how clueless men are in relationships and how pragmatic women can be. She had planned her exit from my life in detail down to every word she would say and had a response for every word I might say. I, on the other hand, was completely unprepared. She’d had weeks to think it through, and I had seconds to form a response while in a state of shock. She was having a battle of wits with an unarmed man. To top it all off, she had left no room for negotiation. There was only one outcome to this conversation that she would accept. “I’ve packed my stuff and Steve is here to help me move out.”I was stunned. “What?”The son of a bitch walked into my living room! When I saw the way she looked at him it finally hit me. I knew it was over. “You fucking bitch! Bad enough that you cheat on me. Bad enough that you fall in love with another man. That wasn’t enough, was it? You had to humiliate me on your way out the door. What the fuck did I ever do to you except love you?”She frowned in exasperation. “Look, David, I’m not trying to humiliate you, but I need to be clear that we are done.”I was deeply hurt and angry. The combination made it nearly impossible to talk. “What? Did you think that I would force you to stay with me if you weren’t cruel enough when you left? Fuck you! If you had talked to me and told me you wanted out I would have let you go. You didn’t have to slap my face on the way out the door. Get your shit and get out! Leave your fucking key on the counter when you go.“Oh, and Steve? Fuck you too. Make a move or say a fucking word, and I’ll kick your backstabbing ass!”He didn’t move or speak, which I will admit pissed me off even more. It would have felt good at that moment to beat the living shit out of him. Later when I had time to think it through I really couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t the one that cheated, that hid his affair, that blindsided the one that loved him. That was all her.I left the apartment and sat at the bar across the street, downing shots and watching out the window for them to leave. It didn’t take them all that long. She’d planned well and the van on the street was soon loaded and Eskişehir Escort gone. I went back to my empty apartment and alternated between bouts of deep depression and raging anger. Over time my feelings mellowed enough to move on with my life, but the scars ran deep.I orbited around the fascinating woman on the couch like a surveillance satellite, never looking directly at her and eavesdropping on every word she said. What I heard worried me and enticed me in equal measure. She was nice, funny, and intelligent. She was the whole package and I knew I had to get to know her.I watched and when the woman sitting next to her got up to refresh her drink I sat down next to the focus of my attention. I soon found out that her name was Sara. I also soon found out that I was totally smitten with her. We talked and laughed and forgot about everyone else. With the exception of bathroom breaks and refreshing drinks, we spent the rest of the evening talking. When the night was over I handed her a note with my phone number. I thought that the best way forward was to put the ball in her court and see if she showed interest.A few days later she called and we talked. It wasn’t long before she tried to call every day, but eventually talking wasn’t enough. We needed to see each other. She would pick me up in her car and we would drive around talking. Sometimes we would make out, but that’s as far as it went. I wasn’t the only one that had been burnt by someone I loved. She was recovering too and wasn’t in a hurry to open herself up again.I was on a roller coaster of emotions. When I was with her I fell deeper each minute. When I was away from her I saw the futility of pursuing her. I knew I was going to end up with another heartbreak. Knowing all of that, I couldn’t bring myself to quit. There was something about her beyond how attractive she was. I kept telling myself that I was imagining things the way I wanted them, not the way they are, but that still didn’t stop me from answering the phone or dropping everything when she wanted to go for a drive.Our relationship grew and I fell head over heels for her. She also introduced me to her daughter Lisa and I fell in love with the three-year-old immediately. We’d been seeing each other for a year when I asked Sara to marry me. Her immediate answer was, “No. I love you, but no.”I’m still surprised at my response. “OK then. I won’t ask again. The next time, you have to ask me.”A year later we bought a house together. The day we moved in we sat down at our kitchen table, exhausted by the move. Sara reached across the table and took my hand. “When are you going to make an honest woman out of me?”I smiled. “What are you trying to say, Sara?”She smiled back. “OK, fine! Will you marry me?”I said yes before she had a chance to come to her senses. Lisa walked into the kitchen and saw her mother and me kissing. She hugged our legs trying to join in. She was very happy that her mom and I were getting married. In her mind, I was her dad. I was the only father figure she had ever known.We settled into married life. Our sex life was wonderful and mildly adventurous. We weren’t oversexed swingers or anything like that, but we did enjoy making love and just plain fucking immensely. We had fun. Of course, nothing stays new, and the pressures of life take a toll. We reached that point in our marriage where the burdens of the day made sleeping way more enticing for her than sex and our frequency dropped off. We had a few arguments about it and did the best we could, as all married couples do. Neither of us ever considered an affair. I can’t prove that regarding Sara, but knowing her the way I do, I am confident of that assessment.Shortly after we married I adopted Lisa. I loved her with all my heart and I wanted that little girl to be my daughter. We were happy.Life happens as it does, and our sex life took a beating. Sara had a tumor that required a full hysterectomy. She got thrown into menopause well before her time and her doctor was an old-school asshole that felt women just needed to tough it out. There was no need for medication to offset the deep depression, the hot flashes, or the mood swings. To add insult to injury, he had used a wire suture during the surgery that didn’t degrade over time. The suture moved and the end of the wire poked through her uterus. As a result, sexual intercourse caused her excruciating pain.It wasn’t until he retired a year or so later and she found a woman gynecologist that she discovered the Eskişehir Escort Bayan wonders of modern pharmacology. The wire was surgically removed by her new doctor. We had adjusted to the fact we couldn’t have sex and getting back in the saddle was a slow and tentative process. One that got interrupted yet again.I got cancer. The surgeries and drugs made it impossible for me to have sex for a very long time. Ongoing medications after I recovered made it impossible to maintain an erection. Sara and I had a sexless marriage and we both grieved. It was a sad and difficult time, but we never gave up on each other. For better or worse means something to us.The hits just kept on coming. I had been an avid weightlifter when I was young and had depended on youthful exuberance instead of proper training. Years later, I ended up developing severe back problems and was nearly homebound.Three back surgeries later, things changed. I began losing the weight I had gained while practically an invalid. The weight loss made it possible to start reducing medications. I went from roughly twenty meds a day to two. The cock that had given me so much fun over the years decided to stick its head up on occasion and the occasions began to get closer together. I could actually have an orgasm sometimes. I wasn’t sure if I could actually make love to my wife, but things were improving.The emotional dynamic of our situation is hard to understand from the outside looking in. Neither of us had ever wanted our sex life to stop. We loved our sex life and enjoyed each other. When we couldn’t have sex we began to emotionally withdraw from it. For a while, Sara would approach me and want to make out. I knew she was horny and I knew I would fail her. It got to the point that when she tried to kiss me I felt like I wasn’t her man anymore. I was a useless drone, only good for home improvement and income. We stopped casually touching and kissing because it only led to disappointment. We learned not to be intimate, not because we didn’t want each other, but because we did. I couldn’t allow myself to build her desire, then let her down when she needed me the most.How do you recover from that? How do you go back to the way things were, or at least create a new reality? Fear of failure, of letting her down yet again, had wrapped chains around me that seemed impossible to break. During the worst of it, I sat down to talk with Sara.“Honey, I’m not taking care of your needs and I won’t say a word if you decide to have sex with someone. I’m asking you please be discrete. I will need to know who you are with and when you will be with them so I can make sure you’re safe. I’m sorry I’ve let you down. You don’t deserve this, and I want you to be happy.”I left her to think while I went to my woodshop to hide my grief. I knew if she went down that path I would eventually lose her to a better man. A man that could give her what I couldn’t. I didn’t know what else to do. She is my world. How could I hold her to a promise that makes her miserable?Time passed and Sara made no attempt to find my replacement. I could now get an erection, but maintaining it was problematic. I couldn’t take the chance of disappointing her yet again. I needed to be sure I could complete the mission before I started something.Our world fell apart again. The sudden death of our daughter Lisa devastated us and the loss and grief ruled our lives for a long time. Sara fell into a deep depression and began to drink too much. Something had to change. We were heading toward a tragic end if I didn’t get off my ass and do something. Sara mentioned that we hadn’t been away on vacation for years and maybe it was time we took one. The wheels began turning. We could go to a romantic resort in the Caribbean. An all-inclusive, couples-only place where we leave behind all our emotional baggage and just have fun together. I wasn’t expecting some cum drenched orgiastic depravity. My sincere hope was to make love to my wife one time. Just one time to kick start things again. One time to prove to us both that we can still have a happy sex life.We pulled the trigger and made a reservation in March, six months away. Life continued stuck in the morass of grief and loss as the days marched on. I became concerned that Sara had given up. I wasn’t sure that she would be willing to leave the house for the Caribbean when the time came. I needed to change the routine and get her outside of her own head. I pleaded, cajoled, and begged before Escort Eskişehir finally getting her to join me in exercise. We needed to get in reasonable shape before leaving on vacation because I knew she would be miserable if she thought she was fat and ugly.Getting her out of the house and doing something had a profound effect on her. She smiled again and her general attitude began improving. A month before the trip we started using the local tanning salon to develop our tans. The last thing we wanted was to arrive with our pasty winter skin and get burned the first day.We were both super excited as the Tuesday we were leaving rapidly approached. Shit came unglued at work on Monday. The details are unimportant. Suffice it to say I was the guy to deal with it. It was my job, and I didn’t have someone to dump it on. I had to fly out on Tuesday to Houston while Sara went on to our resort alone. The company was good about it. They covered the costs of re-ticketing my flights. I was going to miss the first few days of our vacation, three at the most. Worst case, that still gave us four days to find our intimacy again.Sara is one of the strongest people I know. If she cries, there is a damn good reason. The tears fell from her eyes when I told her what I had to do. I’d let her down again. I’d failed her again. I took her hands in mine.“Honey, I know this sucks, but I will be there. Enjoy a few days for yourself. Have some fun, explore, and try to meet some people that you can introduce me to when I arrive. I will be there as soon as I possibly can. At least we’re leaving on the same flight and we can have lunch together in Charlotte. I’ll knock this thing out and will be sitting next to you on the beach before you know it.”We left in the morning and wrangled our luggage to the check-in counter. Our flight to Charlotte took off on time and once we arrived, we had a nice lunch together. I walked her toward her gate afterward and directed her into a side hall. I pulled her behind a business kiosk and kissed her with all the passion I could.She kissed me back hard, then pulled back and looked at me sternly. “You had better show up, mister.”I smiled up at her. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll try to call, but I’m going to be up to my neck in it for a while and it might be late at night before I can call. I love you.”“I love you too.” And she was gone.I arrived in Houston and I wasn’t up to my neck in deep water. I was ten feet under it and I had to learn how to breathe in it fast. I didn’t get a voicemail from Sara telling me that she had arrived until I got to my hotel at one in the morning. I went to bed planning on calling her when I got up. That didn’t work out as planned. I wouldn’t get to call her until late the next evening. When I did, her phone went to voice mail. I didn’t think much of it. I figured she was sleeping.~~~~~{Sara}~~~~~It seemed like the day took forever. Check in, fly out, have lunch, board another plane, run the airport gauntlet on arrival, then board a bus for nearly two hours before finally reaching our little patch of paradise. I guess I should say my little patch of paradise since David is stuck in Houston. He’s been acting different lately and I’m worried. He’s lost so much weight and he looks so good. He’s been kissing me a lot more lately and that’s wonderful. I just can’t help but wonder if he’s having an affair. Isn’t that what’s happening when a spouse suddenly changes the way they look and act? Is he doing it for me or someone else?It’s been so long since he’s touched me in that special way. I feel like I’m married to my best friend, not my lover, and that scares me too. I had hoped that we could try to have sex on this vacation. I don’t care if he stays hard. I want him close to me, holding me, touching me, loving me. I’ve seen the look on his face when I tried to kiss him. I’ve never seen a man look so lost and sad. I know it’s because of his condition, but I can’t help but be hurt. I feel like he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.If he is cheating on me I’ll make him sorry and that’s for damn sure. I really can’t believe he would do that. He’s a man of his word and he keeps his promises. If he is having an affair I don’t know how I’ll cope. I can’t imagine life without him and I don’t plan on finding out what that would be like anytime soon. I needed to stop thinking about that crap. What I needed was a tropical drink and a towel on the beach. I’ll go dip my toes in the ocean, then lay out in the sun with my steamy romance novel while the handsome resort staff plies me with drinks.Matching actions to thoughts, I pulled my bikini from the suitcase and left the rest of the unpacking for later. Within a few minutes I was on the towel, my toes still wet from the ocean, a book in one hand and a wonderful drink in the other.

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The key turned silently in the lock; the door opened without resistance. She walked through and leant heavily on the closing door. She sighed a big sigh, kicked off her trainers and slide off her heavy coat, before hanging it up. Her feet complained of the amount of standing she had done. She entered into the semi dark flat and switched on a small table lamp that barely light the room.

Looking through her window she saw the sun was setting on yet another 14-hour shift. The red star sent flamed, red colours across the night sky as dark reddish / grey clouds crept silently over the sky towards the west.

“Looks like rain”, she muttered to herself. She walled to the kitchen, opened her fridge. The light shone over her navy-blue uniform and created a bigger dark shadow on the wall behind.

She forgot to shop again, and the fridge told the tale. She shut the door and the kitchen pitched back into darkness. She did find a half bottle of Vodka in the corner and a glass in the cupboard. No ice, ice would only dilute the drink and dilute the effect of the drink, she had told herself time and time again.

She poured herself a drink and downed it. Then poured another, this time sipping it. Dam it was good, it was already warming her inside. She carried the bottle to the windowsill and put it down. She carried the glass to the bathroom.

Inside she turned the light on. The bathroom fan started up and made a complaining noise as it sped up. She put the glass on the side of the bath, turned around and switched the shower on.

The room was starting to fill up with hot steam from the shower, as she cleaned the full side mirror on the wall.

Taking a long look, she realised her uniform covered 20 years’ service in nursing. She could not fathom why people found nurses uniforms ‘Sexy’, she didn’t and if they really knew what nurses did, they would think of them differently, even with some empathy and admiration.

“Poor you, you look tired” she muttered to herself in the mirror.

Slowly undressing, she unzipped the front of her navy-blue tunic and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. She undid the tie on her scrub bottoms, put her hands down the waist and they slide them down and kicked them off, before pulling off her Erzurum Escort black socks.

She was glad she wore her red matching bra and panties this day, they were still comfortable after a double shift. Her feet began to ache more, as she slid her panties down and kicked them off, before undoing her bra and sliding that off, adding it to the hill of clothes in the corner. She knew there was a washing basket under that growing pile.

She stood naked in front of the mirror.

“Not bad”, she thought. “Not bad for a fifty-year-old at all are you”? she told herself in the mirror.

Looking herself up and down she checked. Her breasts were still firm and amble, her nipples were nice and perky. Her stomach was flat and tight. She smiled at her shaven pussy looking nice and fresh, nestled between her tight thighs and well-toned legs. Turning sideways she posed so she could see her firm buttocks. She liked what she saw. She saluted herself with her glass then downed the drink.

“Well, my uniform may not be sexy, but I am still a well fit nurse”, she laughed, blowing herself a kiss in the mirror. She reached up and pulled out the scrunchie in her hair. She shook her long dark brown hair loose and it feel, cascading over her shoulders.

Steeping in the shower she felt the effects of the drinks and hot water as she suddenly felt relaxed and warm inside and outside. The jet f water playfully fell through her hair, running down her back and between her but cheeks before running down legs, shifting position in the shower caused the water to run down her face, neck, now seductively between and over her breasts, gently kissing her now harden nipples. It continued to run down her stomach and her groin, running between her pussy lips and down between her thighs and legs.

Lathering up a sponge she began at her feet and rub up her legs, then her thighs. Giggling, she may have spent too much time washing her pussy, but it tickled and was exciting when she did it. Finally sponging her breasts, again spending to much time cupping her breast and sponging her nipples.

Once out the bath she rubbed herself dry, tying the towel round her head. She walked naked to the kitchen, refilled her glass, and walked to the bedroom Erzurum Escort Bayan she turned the table lamp off as she walked past. The flat was barley lit now; shadows played across the walls as car lights drove by beneath her on the street.

She could hear rain, so collected a pair of fresh white panties and red t-shirt and bedsocks, she walked into the lounge and to the window. She was aware she was still naked but didn’t care as she was 7 stories up. She sat naked on the windowsill and watched the rain run down the glass.

This bought back memories of the day, of sitting on the floor in the ward toilet area with blood on her tunic, holding a crying young woman, who had fell over and cut her head. Then having a family member scream at her because her sons leave meds had not arrived. She had been in a busy ward round which didn’t go well as one meeting end up badly. Before having lactulose spat back at her because the patient found it offensive.

“Yep”, she thought sipping her Vodka. “Not sexy at all”. Absent minded she put her socks on, side her pants on around her ankle Standing up she pulled them up covering her pussy, then slid her T-shirt on. He T-shirt barley covered her groin and her covered camel toe peered from under the hemline, she didn’t care she felt comfortable and more relaxed from the drink and shower.

Sitting back on the windowsill, she bought her knees up to her chest, exposing more of her panties. She felt a drought from the window blow gently between her legs and groin area. It felt good. She downed her drink and then refilled the glass.

Nursing her drink, she watched the rain build to a storm as lightening pierced the sky and the thunder rolled on. She could see people like ants, running along the street. Running home to their loved ones.

She felt a wave of sadness, and suddenly felt lonely in her flat. The person she would come home too had left 5 weeks back.

“Couldn’t cope with my shift patterns. Couldn’t cope with my stories of how my day was and the times I came home crying as it had been too much”. It said in his farewell letter she found one morning after a busy night shift.

Yes, she was upset, it had been steady for over a year, but she moved Escort Erzurum on as always. Coming home to a quiet, secluded flat to escape the outside world and she was beginning to enjoy the solitude.

Reaching across she opened a draw in her dresser and without looking pulled it out. It felt cool in her hands, the small metal object sat comfortably in her right hand. Slowly with practices expertise she bought it up to her groin. She felt the cold sensation press on her panties and as it started to buzz and vibrate, it sent a familiar sensation through her groin. She let out a sigh of excitement as she pressed it more firmly on her pussy, slightly opening it. Soon her panties felt damp.

She felt relaxed and comfortable where she was sitting in the windowsill so decided not to take it to her bed. Instead, she spread her legs more apart, so what if she was in the windowsill, no one could see and if they did well, let them look. She giggled and for a fleeting moment thought how much a window prostitute made during the impressionist period. She liked art, it romanticised everything.

She smiled as she pulled her panties across, exposing her groin and her pussy. She quivered in anticipation as she slowly pushed the toy inside her pussy.

“Wow”! she thought, must be the drink has relaxed her too much as the toy vibrated inside, teasing her moist pussy. Deeper she went in until she hit the spot and nearly exploded in ecstasy. Controlling her actions, she playful moved it against her clit.

“HMM Just right, you sure know how to please a woman, well its just you, me and the road to ecstasy”. she giggled as she felt her orgasm build. She was nearly ready, she felt so close now.

Looking out the window she could see her reflection looking back and having as much fun as she was, the toy brought her closer and closer, buzzing like a bee, nestling against her clit, slowly drawing gout her sweet nectar. She bite her lower lip as she felt the tingle, then the tension, then the soft moan of pleasure that escaped from her lips. Her body trembled with pleasure as her toy never failed to please her. She slowly pulled it out, adjusted her panties over her moist, trembling pussy and curled up in the windowsill. The cool draught still blew up her groin and she shudder as she climaxed again.

Looking out, drink in her hand and soft smile on her face, she watched the world slowly sleep. Dreamily wondering “How much did a window prostitute make during the impressionist period”? Then thought “No, I will always be a nurse”.

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