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Roger woke up the next morning with thoughts of Jessica and their classroom encounter fresh in his mind; actually, his dreams had been filled with the images of her big, round breasts squeezed in his hands as her pussy milked the cum from him. As he showered in preparation for work the mere thought of her soft lips around his shaft gave him an almost immediate erection, one that stayed with him long enough to make getting dressed a problem. But he was able to work around it and finally finished getting dressed, putting on a clean pair of khakis, a white shirt with a black tie and his maroon Mason Alexander Prep blazer that all staff were required to wear. He stopped to check his appearance in the full length mirror, noting once again that the only thing to distinguish his appearance from that of a male student was that the students wore black trousers while the staff wore khakis. That, and the obvious age difference, of course. After a quick cup of coffee in the small kitchen of his apartment he was off to Mason Alexander Prep and Jessica.

In a way he was looking forward to seeing her in his classroom today, but in a way he wasn’t. He knew he was playing with fire by getting involved in a sexual relationship with a student — while she was 19 years old and was of legal age, he’d lose his job for sure if they were discovered — but at this point his fascination with and desire for her was far stronger than his common sense. Like the old saying goes, “When one head gets hard the other gets soft,” and it was more than true with him. Besides, the idea of getting involved in a ’69’ with this alluring, sexy creature was way too tempting for him to consider shutting the whole thing down.

Not yet, anyway. ‘And not any time soon, either,’ he thought to himself.

The other reason why he wasn’t looking forward to seeing her was he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to act nonchalant with her in his classroom, and he wasn’t sure how she’d act as well. He had a feeling that she’d be able to pull it off, tempting and teasing him in her usual way, but he wasn’t so sure about himself. It was going to be a challenge, that’s for sure.

When the students trooped into his classroom and took their seats, Jessica wasn’t among them. This wasn’t anything unusual since she was almost always late for his class to begin with, but when she didn’t show up for class at all he was both disappointed and concerned. The sight of the empty desk front row center of his classroom bothered him, and he found himself longing to see Jessica sitting in it.

After giving the students their work assignment to be completed in class, Roger sat down behind his desk to grade some papers while the students worked. He opened the center drawer of his desk to get a pen, and that’s when he saw the note.

“I’m sorry, my pet, but I can’t be in class today as I have things to do in preparation for tonight,” the note said in Jessica’s distinctive handwriting. “But after all, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ as they say!”

That was it. Nothing else, no other details as to just what Jessica had planned for tonight. There wasn’t even anything in it to suggest that it involved him, but he was pretty sure that it did. Just what it was, however, was left to his imagination. And after all the notes she’d left him before and the encounter in his classroom last night, Roger was left with plenty to imagine.

And Roger’s imagination ran wild all day long. He found it very difficult to concentrate on his teachings with the erotic thoughts of Jessica running through his head, and he was relieved when his day was finally over. He had a feeling that this was exactly what she had wanted, exactly what she had planned and was counting on. Jessica had proven herself to be a master tease, and he had a feeling that she was playing him like a fine musical instrument.

The day finally ended, and after the students all left his classroom Roger picked up his briefcase and left, closing the classroom door behind him and walking through the now-deserted building and out to his car. When he unlocked the door and opened it, he was more than surprised to see a note with his name on it sitting on the driver’s seat. The handwriting was unmistakably Jessica’s.

‘Now how the hell did she manage that?’ he wondered, bending over to pick up the note before getting in the car and closing the door. He started the car and cranked up the air conditioning before opening the note and reading it.

‘Hello, my pet!’ the note said in Jessica’s elegant, spidery handwriting. ‘I hope you had a good day today and that my empty desk wasn’t too big of a distraction for you. I promise you that I’ll more than make up for it tonight!’

And that was it. Nothing else, no other details. She was teasing him again, and it was working. Roger’s imagination immediately went into high gear, his cock quickly hardening inside his khakis as images of Jessica flooded through his mind.

“Damn, this girl Bakırköy travesti is good!” Roger said out loud as he started his car. He backed out of his parking space, then drove out of the parking lot and off of the campus to his apartment. His head was filled with images of Jessica and her huge tits all the way, forcing him to shift his cock’s position in his khakis before it snapped off.

Roger had yet another surprise waiting for him when he got to his apartment. There was another note stuck in between the door and the jamb, just above the doorknob, again with nothing but his name on it in Jessica’s handwriting. Roger stopped, his mouth dropping open in surprise, and he stood there for several seconds before recovering his composure. He snatched the note out of the crack and opened the apartment door, then stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He dropped his briefcase to the floor and opened the note, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation as he did so.

‘Hello again, my pet! Welcome home!’ was all the note said. Roger dropped his hands to his sides and leaned back against the door, shaking his head in amazement.

“How in the hell did she find out where I live?” he asked the empty room. He thought about it for a moment, wondering if she had that many contacts around town that she could both find out where he lived and get his car unlocked to put the note inside. He walked around the half-wall separating the living room from the small kitchen, dropping the note on the counter and opening the refrigerator to retrieve a much-needed beer.

“Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed out loud as he looked inside the refrigerator. There, sitting on the shelf next to his beer, was a bottle of very expensive champagne and another note. With a hand shaking with anticipation, he picked up the note and opened it to read it.

‘See you tonight, my pet! Seven o’clock, and I promise this time I won’t be late!’ Beneath that one line there was a lipstick imprint of Jessica’s full lips, the red lipstick stark against the white background of the note.

‘This girl is amazing to the point of being scary!’ Roger thought to himself. ‘How in the hell is she pulling all this off?’ He reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a beer, twisted the top off and tossed it in the sink as he walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He took a long pull from the cold beer, then sat there for several minutes doing nothing but thinking and drinking the beer. He thought long and hard over his situation; part of him said to just let it run its course and enjoy the ride along the way, but the other part of him saw nothing but scenes from “Fatal Attraction.” He had never been so unsure of what to do in his life, and he was totally unable to figure out just how Jessica was pulling all this off. After several minutes he finally dropped his eyes to the coffee table in front of the couch, and his mouth dropped open when he saw what was there.

Sitting on top of the small stack of magazines on his coffee table was yet another not. He set the now-empty beer bottle on the coffee table and picked up the note, opening it to read it. He was amazed yet again at what he read.

‘I told you, my pet, I always get what I want. And right now, I want you — very badly!’ And at the bottom of the note was a P.S.

‘Relax, lover, I’m no Glenn Close. See you at seven!’

Roger dropped his hands into his lap and just sat there, looking at the note in awe and amazement. Finally, he got up from the couch with the note still in his hand, picked up the empty beer bottle and walked into the kitchen to throw it away.

“Fuck it,” he said out loud to the empty apartment as he tossed the bottle in the trash, “I guess I’ll just see what happens next!” Then he walked down the short hallway to his bedroom to undress and shower, stripping off his blazer and pulling off his tie as he went. He tossed them on his bed before turning and going into the bathroom. Thirty minutes later he emerged from his room clad in jeans, a green polo shirt, and leather boat shoes without socks. He went into the kitchen to get another beer before going into the living room to sit down and try to relax.

The hours passed slowly as Roger waited in his apartment for the appointed hour to roll around. At 5PM or so he called out for some Chinese food, suddenly realizing that he was starving. When the deliveryman knocked on the door Roger half-expected to see Jessica standing there with the bag of food instead of the Chinese teen who was there instead. He honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been her; by this time, she had more than proven herself completely capable of doing whatever she wanted to get whatever she wanted — or in this case, whoever she wanted. Roger paid the teen for the food and then sat down at the kitchen bar to eat. When he was done he made sure to go into the bathroom and brush his teeth, something he normally didn’t do Beylikdüzü travesti until he went to bed but something that he thought would be a good idea tonight.

Especially tonight.

After he finished in the bathroom Roger came into the living room and sat down on the couch to watch TV; he needed something to do to pass the time until seven o’clock. He watched the images flickering on the large LCD screen across the room, seeing them but not really seeing them at all. His mind was filled with images of Jessica and the previous night’s encounter in his classroom, and try as he might he couldn’t get them out of his head. And he wasn’t sure he really wanted to.

Two hours later he heard his watch beep with the hour, and at that exact instant there were three distinct knocks on his door. Roger felt his heart leap into his mouth as he reached for the control to turn the TV off, dropping it back to the coffee table after doing so. He walked quickly over to the door and stood there for a moment, his palms sweaty and his heart pounding in his chest, and he suddenly realized that he was as nervous as a twelve-year-old boy about to experience his first kiss.

And he had a feeling that was exactly what Jessica wanted.

Roger opened the door and there was Jessica, her long auburn hair falling over the right side of her face as usual, her full lips turned up in a smile as she saw him, her green eyes sparkling. She was wearing a black full length leather trench coat that was tied closed at the waist, her hands in the pockets and the front of the coat bulging out from her huge breasts beneath it. He could see a mile of cleavage at the top of the coat and couldn’t help but wonder what kind of shirt she was wearing beneath it. On her feet were black stiletto heeled pumps, the heels of which must have been four inches high at least. Beneath the black nylons that she was wearing he could see that her toes were painted a scarlet red to match the lipstick that she wore, and Roger was sure her fingernails were done in the same color.

“Hello again, my pet,” she said breathlessly, and Roger wasn’t sure if she sounded like that because she was excited or just wanted to turn him on. Either way it was having the desired effect as he felt his cock stir in his pants.

“Right on time, Jessica,” he replied, and her lips parted as she smiled bigger at him.

“I told you I wouldn’t be late this time, lover,” she said. “May I come in?”

“Absolutely!” Roger said, standing aside and holding the door open for her. He got a whiff of her jasmine perfume as she walked past, breezing into the room as if she owned the place. He closed the door and then turned to walk behind her, following her into the living room. She walked into the middle of the room between the coffee table and TV when she stopped, turning to face him, her hands still in her pockets.

“You have a very nice apartment, Roger,” she said, smiling a coy smile at him.

“Thank you, Jessica,” he replied, standing in front of her. “It’s not much, but I do what I can on the salary that the school pays me.”

“I’ll see what I can do about that later,” she said, smiling that coy smile at him again. Roger’s brow furrowed for a moment at this statement, but she didn’t give him any time to think further as she continued speaking.

“But right now,” she said, taking her hands out of her pockets and untying the belt holding the coat closed, “we have more important things to concern ourselves with, don’t you think?” she asked, opening the coat and slipping it from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor to lie in a heap at her feet. Rogers mouth fell open at what he saw.

Jessica was wearing a black lace half-cup bra that looked like it could barely contain her mammoth breasts, a pair of black silk panties that Roger just knew were thongs, and a black lace garter belt to hold up the black nylons that sheathed her legs. The black stiletto heels she was wearing completed the outfit, and as Jessica cocked a knee and put her hands on her hips he saw that he was right about her nails.

“Do you like what you see, my pet?” she cooed, her eyes hooded as she looked at him.

Roger paused for a moment before answering, drinking in the sight of her lithe, young body with her huge, rounded breasts and firm, flat stomach. He could see her big nipples protruding against the lace of the bra, and from her navel dangled a sparkling jewel which Roger knew just had to be a real diamond.

“Absolutely,” he finally managed to answer. “You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Jessica,” he said, meaning every word of it. She smiled at him in return as she spoke.

“Thank you, lover,” she said, dropping her hands from her hips and walking slowly over to him. Her massive breasts jiggled and swayed inside the flimsy bra she was wearing, and he expected them to pop out at any moment. “I bought this lingerie just for you, Roger. This is why Bomonti travesti I wasn’t in school today — this, and a few other things I had to take care of. I wanted to make our evening together memorable in every way!” She stopped when she was close enough to him that her breasts were barely touching his lower chest, and he could feel the hard nipples poking his skin.

“You’ve succeeded, trust me,” he said, looking down at her. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head slowly down to hers as she replied.

“And I’m just getting started, my pet,” she said softly, pulling his head down until their lips brushed. “The best is yet to come!” she whispered as their lips met.

Her lips were warm and soft against his as Jessica kissed him, her hand on the back of his head pulling his lips to hers as her other arm slipped around his upper body. She pulled Roger in close, molding her body to his from her knees to her chest, and Roger could feel the mounds of her huge, full breasts pressing against him. Her delicate tongue slipped between their lips and into his mouth to find his own as Roger slid his arms around Jessica’s lithe body. He slipped his hands down her back to her buttocks, gripping the firm, rounded globes in his hands and squeezing them as he pulled her close against him. Jessica could feel his cock swelling and growing between them, pressing into her abdomen as it grew longer, thicker, and harder. She moaned in his mouth at the sensations, pulling his tongue into her mouth as she deepened the kiss.

Roger squeezed the globes of her ass harder in return, and he could feel the hard tube of his cock straining for release as it pressed against her. Jessica moaned in his mouth at the increased grip on her ass, and she ground her pubic mound against him in return.

Just when Roger thought he would go out of his mind she finally broke off the kiss, leaving the both of them slightly gasping for breath. Her eyes were hooded with desire as she looked up at him, her hand still on the back of his head as his hands still gripped her firm, shapely ass.

“This is going to be such fun!” she whispered, smiling up at him as she spoke. “I’m going to make you cum so hard!”

“I intend on returning the favor,” Roger replied, smiling down at her. They kissed again, briefly this time, but just as intense. When the short kiss was over Jessica took Roger by the hand and turned to walk towards the bedroom, taking him with her. Roger was mesmerized by the sight of her shapely ass wiggling back and forth as she walked, and he was pleased to see that he was right about the panties. They were thongs after all, and he had never seen a woman wear them better than Jessica.

She led him down the short hall to his bedroom, and Roger briefly wondered how she knew where it was. Then he remembered that she had already been in his apartment and had invariably checked it out while she was here, and he made a mental note to ask her how she did that as soon as he got the chance.

Once in his bedroom Jessica led him over to the end of the bed, then turned him around so that his back was to the bed. She pushed on his shoulders to sit him down, and once he was sitting she stepped back from him so that she was just out of arm’s reach. Locking her gaze on his, her eyes hooded with desire, she reach around behind her and unhooked the clasp holding her bra in place. Once the back straps fell free she held it in place with one hand while she shrugged the straps from her shoulders. Never taking her eyes off of his she pulled the bra away, tossing it aside as she revealed her huge, full breasts to him once again. They were just as spectacular as the night before, the nipples hard and erect, standing out proudly from the areolas which were slightly crinkled with her desire. She walked over to him and placed one hand on the back of his head while she lifted her left breast up with the other, guiding his lips to the erect nipple. She pushed his face into her big, soft breast, and Roger immediately clamped his lips around the erect nipple and sucked hard. Jessica gasped with pleasure at the sensations of her nipple being sucked into his mouth, and she pulled his face harder against her big breast in reply. After a moment or two she moved Roger’s head over to her other breast, and he repeated his actions on her other nipple. Jessica threw her head back, her eyes closed, and moaned slightly as he sucked on her nipples.

“Oh, my God, that feels so good!” she moaned as Roger switched back and forth from one breast to another. Roger knew that Jessica was more than a little aroused by now as he could smell her musk filling the room as he sucked on her big breasts. He put one arm around her slim waist to hold her in place while he slid his other hand up the inside of her thigh to her mound, cupping it in the palm of his hand. Jessica moaned again as he rubbed her mound with his hand, and he could feel the heat and the dampness seeping through her panties. He slipped a finger past the crotch of her panties and discovered that she was already soaking wet as his finger slipped easily inside her tunnel. She jumped as his finger slipped deep inside her pussy, clamping down on it immediately with her talented inner muscles.

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Hi Kitten. Yes that’s YOU!

I decided last night I would like to call you Kitten. Your muscles seemed so tense last time me met it made me think you needed a massage. I know how stressful the past few weeks have been for you so I decided to write you this story.

This story is a bit unique in that it has instructions. These instructions must be followed. It’s very important that you don’t read below the line unless you have adequate time to follow my instructions (So ideally when you would not be disturbed). Please don’t disappoint me!

One very important instruction is that you can’t come until it says you can near the end of the story. I would allow about 30 mins at least to be sure. You will need to jump in the shower as part of the instructions, so keep that in mind. I hope you like it.

Damon

xox

Stop reading now if you do not have time to follow the instructions – Don’t disappoint me! I particular would love to hear what you think after you finish my story. Of course I do expect you to tell me that you followed the instructions and what you thought about as you reached orgasm! This is my first story on here so hopefully I’ve gotten the formatting right!

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The Spa

You received a gift certificate from your friend for a massage for your birthday. She joins you and is getting a massage in the next room. As you sit in the steam bath, you can feel stress melting away as hot water droplets roll down your naked body. All your friends have highly recommended the handsome masseuse at the Spa. So far you have not been disappointed by my looks, Ataköy travesti and you are wondering if they might be up to something. I met you when you arrived and you immediately ran your eyes up and down me slowing at my groin. The white shirt and pants I am wearing are to your liking and I fill them well. I lead you to the steam bath and then I ran off to get a towel for you. The sensation of hot steam condensing on your skin, rolling down your breasts, and working down your pussy is beginning to make you feel horny.

Kitten – now is the perfect time to go jump in the shower if you are able to do that. Make sure it is hot… you should start to rub yourself a bit… but not too much! You should continue to rub after the shower as well

I ask you to come out of the steam bath. You wrap the towel around you and notice that it barely covers you. You realize what I was up to when I ran off to get a “special” towel for you. It just covers your nipples, and it just barely covers your pussy. As the sweat rolls down you coming out of the steam, you see my cock start to enlarge. I cannot take my eyes off your breasts. A coy smile hits your lips as you see me start to fumble at the site of you. I had not anticipated this. I shift my dick around and you can see I’m uncomfortable with my situation. I urge you over to the table and ask you to lie on your back and I put the sheet over you.

It is a bit unusual to start off with you lying on your back. When you look up you know why, as you see me peeking at your breasts, though I try to hide it. You lie on your back as I stand at your head. As I work Bahçelievler travesti your shoulders you can feel your breasts moving and rubbing against the sheet. You close your eyes and begin to relax, but your thoughts linger to how obviously attracted I am to you. You notice your nipples begin to harden. Just when you think they might be starting to show through the sheet you hear a sigh from me. As I work on you my groin accidentally rubs against the top of your head. From this moment all you can think about is that you want to see my cock. I move down and work on your legs. You can start to feel yourself start to get damp. I ask you to turn over.

I start to work on your shoulders at the top of the table, and I can sense your stress. I have the massage table up high so you can see the bulge in my pants through the face hole as I work on your shoulders. My cock is inches away from your face now, and as you begin imagine it in your mouth, you feel your pussy start to get wet. At that moment, you know that you are going to have my cock in you in a matter of minutes. You begin a seductive moan as I massage you. I’m immediately aroused to the point that I cannot continue with the massage. I begin to slide back the sheet. Sensing this you lift your head and begin to unbutton my pants and slide down my zipper. As my cock falls, you move forward and begin to suck on it. The sheet falls away and I can see your perfect ass as you suck me hard. You can feel me getting harder in your mouth as you play with my balls. I begin to moan and you look up at my face. The look of ecstasy on my face drives Bahçeşehir travesti you wild and your pussy finds its way over to me.

Kitten – at this point start to slide a finger or two inside of you if you haven’t already… slowly at first

As you sit on the side of the massage table, I move one hand on to your breast and then suck on the other. I slide my hand down and rub your clit for some time. Then I slide in very slowly and you moan softly with each change of direction… In… Out … In … Out

You think you hear giggles in the next room. We are obviously making a little noise but your friend seems to like listening. You writhe a bit as you body tells you that you want me to go faster. You try, but your body won’t let you be quiet.

I go like this for a while until your face seems pained… you want it faster and can’t take it anymore. I start moving faster. I’m standing still and I lean you back onto the table. Now I can see how wet your pussy is. I put my thumb on your clit as I move in and out of you. Your pussy is fully stretched as I get 3/4 of the way in … and I push further. You pull yourself up and push your nipples onto me. You grab my shoulders with both hands and start to thrust. Your nipples are rubbing hard on me, just the way you like. You need to come soon. You can see from my face that I’m holding back my cum until you finish. As I sense your moaning getting faster I let out “Uh” with each thrust. Softly at first then getting louder each time. I move to your ear, and whisper “I want my good girl to come for me now”… you come and let out a long squeal. Seeing the look on your face I go deep and I squeeze every drop of come I have into you.

Kitten you now have permission to come.

We lie there for a while then get dressed. On the way out you smile at me as you book me for another appointment next week…your friend wants to know all about it.

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It is my firm belief that long-held and slow to be fulfilled desires are a painful joy that far too many modern men and women fail to appreciate. Pleasure denied is pleasure heightened and prolonged. Instantaneous gratification may temporarily satiate the body and the ego but it does little for the mind and the soul.

Desire is most paramount when it is tended, cultivated, nourished, and permitted to slowly and painstakingly grow until an engorged and ripened bounty can be blissfully harvested. The wait is maddening, often producing nearly unbearable physical and psychological torture. A quick and easy release beckons and seemingly offers an enchanting solution. This is a fool’s agreement though, trading the possibility of near rapture for a fleeting moment of fun. It is the exchange of one’s birthright for the scantest of sexual morsels.

During the week following our sixth floor encounter I could scarcely think of anything other than my new acquaintance. Thoughts of her body freely roamed my mind and there were seemingly no barriers that I could erect to prevent her from commanding both my waking and sleeping mental self. I obsessively remembered the feel of her skin and the smell of her hair. The sounds of her quickened breath and soft moans still filled my ears as I tried but failed to focus on other things.

I’m thankful I didn’t ask her name or get her phone number because a quick text or a short voice mail message would ruin the entire affair. It would introduce reality into a world of fantasy. At this moment she and I are tabulae rasae, blank slates. I am everything that she needs me to be and she serves the same function in return. Our minds fill in unknown details and concoct back stories that create something unique, a blend of fantasy and reality that is almost artistic in its scope and execution.

I pine for and fixate on the dark haired beauty throughout the week, my mind and body pumped and primed. I go through the motions, working, attending meetings, seeing friends, reading, writing, and doing everything I would during an average week. I lack focus though, and must consistently remind myself not to become lost in her. I carry her panties in my pocket to work each day and place them in my top desk drawer. When I am alone I rub my hand against the soft fabric and sometimes hold them to my nose, so that I can smell what remains of her. At home I rub them against my cock enjoying the subtle eroticness of the action.

When Tuesday finally arrives I can think of little else besides her; my cock rigid throughout the day as I remember our library encounter. As 11pm at last comes I force myself to slowly walk the stairs to the sixth floor. Fluorescent lights blink and flicker and the building is so quiet that my footfalls echo throughout the annex.

I wonder if she hears me coming as I walk toward the scene of our first meeting as I pass rows of stacks filled with leather bond classics. Normally, I would stop and browse but tonight there is nothing further from my mind.

Finally, I turn down the proper row and she is there, leaning against the shelving while pretending to read a paperback copy of Catcher in the Rye. I know that she heard me coming and is not really concentrating on the book, but I allow her this small contrivance. Her dignity thus remains intact when I “startle” her by scraping the toe of my shoe against the tile floor creating an audible squeal.

She looks up from her book, trying hard to mask any emotion. Her deep brown eyes expose her excitement though; her dark dilated pupils oxymoronically illuminating the heightened state that she wishes to keep secret. He face remains an emotionless facade but the stale library air is filled with tension and longing.

I try to remain calm and collected but I want nothing more than to fuck her. She is so stunning that it almost physically pains me. I search her face and body for a flaw to latch upon. Something to which I can anchor myself so that I am not left adrift as the waves of longing and desire overtake me. I find nothing except smooth alabaster skin, raven hair, and endless beauty. I unabashedly stare, losing myself in the moment and in her.

She bites her bottom lip out of uncertainty and nervousness and the visual of her square teeth against her pink lips sobers me from my sensual intoxication. Called to action, I walk the three scant steps and kiss her. My right hand holding her neck as my left hand roams her breasts.

I’ve spent a week building her up in my mind, my version of her is more fiction than reality and the illusion threatens to overpower us both. Her mouth Erenköy travesti accepts my invading tongue as my hand rubs her nipple through her tight shirt and bra. She tastes of arousal, restlessness, and a hint of spearmint gum. My tongue runs along her sharp teeth and pulls back just in time as she roughly bites my bottom lip, drawing blood. A coppery taste fills my mouth and only enhances my already overwhelming excitement.

I push her backwards and press her against the bookshelves, using my body to wedge her against the stacks. I hold her arms immobile as I kiss her again. Her teeth purposely nipping at my punctured lip. Only her mouth engages me as I prevent her from touching me with her hands. I suck her tongue into my mouth as she struggles to no avail to free her arms and hands.

I kiss down her throat and neck, grazing my teeth against her smooth skin. She smells of lilac and tastes of sweat and soap. I lick, kiss, and softly bite the side of her inviting neck. Her breathing intensifies and she grudgingly starts to vocalize short, harsh, guttural sounds that sustain my efforts.

I slowly snake my tongue along the ridges of her ear, feeling her body quake. I take her soft earlobe into my moth and methodically suck it, causing her to audibly sigh and whimper. My hands free her arms knowing that the need to struggle has left her.

I lick up her lobe again and softly whisper directly into her ear. My hot breath against her delicate skin.

“You’re so sexy. I love the way your skin feels on my lips,” I vocalize, needing to tell her how beautiful she is.

I rub and fondle her breasts through her shirt and bra as I kiss down to the side of her pale neck. Soon my hands are under her top and I trace the outline of her nipples through her undergarment. Unhooking her bra from the back, I free her breasts from captivity and let my fingers travel unhampered across her mounds.

My fingers rub and stroke her hard nipples, slowly circling her areolas and then softly pulling and pinching them. She squeals as I do this and hastily turns her face in embarrassment at the way she reacted.

I lift her shirt and watch as my hands continue to slide up her body, across her stomach, and under her breasts. Her body is beautiful, a pale wonderland of possibilities and potentialities. It is a corporeal Oz, a land which beckons me to explore its topography and geography.

I feel her buxomness and the weight of her breasts in my hands as I cup her bosom and continue to stroke and pull her nipples.

The sounds of her heavy breathing fill the stacks as I lower my mouth to kiss and lick her breasts, lapping my tongue flatly against her hard nipples.

I lose myself in her, succumbing to my basest of selves. The irony of devolving into my most animalistic state in a library is lost on me in the moment. She is all that exists. She is all that is. I am absorbed in her as I unconsciously lick and suck her nipples.

My tongue traces long slow circles around her areoles feeling the small solid bumps against my tongue’s tip. Then licking with short quick strokes against her nipple bud. Eventually taking her stiff nipple softly between my teeth and rolling my wet tongue against it. My warm breath touching her smooth skin as I continue to softly lick and bite her.

My hands flow down her stomach, playing with her navel ring as my mouth remains preoccupied with her breasts. I am entranced as my fingers rub her smooth skin and impulsively tug at her belly button’s metal charm.

Soon one of my hands slides between her body and her skirt and my fingers brush against her underwear. As my mouth continues to fixate on her breasts my hand snakes downward, feeling the hot wetness beneath her thin satin panties. While my lips suck her nipple, I grind the palm of hand into her pussy with only her panties’ slight fabric between her skin and mine. I press my hand against her sexual core and feel her stoutly push back.

I rub her stronger and grind deeper, hearing her moan softly. My fingers begin to pull at the crotch of her panties in an effort to quickly slide beneath. My index and third fingers reach her womanhood and feel her overpowering wetness.

I unhappily remove my mouth from her breast and I momentary curse myself as I watch my hands slide out from under her skirt. I leave her for a moment and walk to the end of the aisle to retrieve an abandoned round step stool. The short squat stool’s high pitched squeaks fill the stacks as I slowly roll it towards her.

The jarringness of our quick parting and the stool’s loud uncomfortable screech Beşiktaş travesti has made her anxious and uneasy and when I return I kiss her lips deeply and slide my fingers through her dark hair.

I sit her down and position her body so that soon she is seated on the front edge of the round stool, about two feet from the ground. I lean her back against the book shelves so that she slightly reclines.

She looks at me with a potent cocktail of nervousness, anticipation, and desire. The mixture emboldens and enthralls me and makes me yearn for her even more, if that is possible. During my brief absence she had pulled her shirt down and adjusted the rest of her clothing in an effort to regain some of her stolen modesty.

“Open your legs,” I order in a short flat tone. My voice surprising us both as it knifes through the silence. My words float in the air, seemingly filling the empty library and creating an unstated uneasiness.

Now is the point when her nerves could get the best of her and she may decide that she no longer wants to be a part of this union. Until now she may have been ruled by strong passions and desires but by slowing down our fervor I may have ruined the game. It’s a calculated risk I take, because the possible rewards far outweigh the potential negatives. Although I may have spoiled this encounter, we also could find shared desires that propel us to new erotic heights

She looks at me questioningly, appearing to take a moment to understanding what is being asked of her and to decide how far she will actually go. She then slowly slides her legs open allowing me to peer up her skirt.

I stare at her smooth pale thighs and focus on her black panty covered crotch. She is sex incarnate; the embodiment of desire. I want nothing more than to slide off her panties, spread her legs, and fuck her.

“Wider,” I command and observe as her thighs open further in order to accommodate my stare. She looks downward, refusing to meet my gaze as she displays her body for me. My eyes drink in the sight of her as my cock strains against my pants and throbs from the torture and torment of inaction.

“Take off your panties,” I demand and watch as she lifts her eyes and stares directly into mine. Never breaking eye contact she removes her small black underwear and drops them to the floor. Her eyes peered into me, declaring that she is in control of her actions. I may be using her but only because she lets me and wants me to.

In the last few moments she has visibly transformed from a nervous and seemingly shy girl to a more composed and confident young woman. Some part of our new situation has sexually stirred her to level that was not evident just seconds ago.

She leans back and spreads her legs wider than before, daring me to look. I continue to focus on her brown eyes though, not willing to be the first one to look away.

She smiles softly appreciating that I am up to her silent challenge but also knowing that she won’t lose this contest of wills. Her hand slides leisurely down her body and out of my line of vision.

I observe her slowly inhaling and biting her bottom lip and know that her hand has found her pussy. The sounds of her breathing and small slight moans now fill the former silence.

I watch as her face become a totem of sexual desire and fulfillment while continuing to will herself to retain her gaze. She fights to keep eye contact as her fingers rub and stroke her pussy.

Her face is beautiful, lost in her needs and passions but all the while unceasingly staring at me. I hear the barely audible noise of the friction created as she rubs herself and I momentarily lose control as I quickly look down at two of her fingers sliding deeply into her wet pussy.

I silently curse myself for letting her best me but also am relieved that I can now take in the entirety of her performance. She gracefully smiles in acknowledgement of her victory and momentarily looks upward as a tiny gesture of triumph.

I watch her fingers rapidly thrust in and out of her center and I start to rub myself through my pants. My cock aches and strains and begs to be set free as I keep reminding myself that I need to remain in control. I need to assert myself and stoically watch her. I need to display my dominance and let her be the submissive she obviously should be.

My cock orders me to tend to its needs and, although I fight the sensation, it is a losing battle. I want her so badly that I cannot stop myself. Almost unconsciously I unzip my pants and quickly release my throbbing cock.

Before I realize what I am Avcılar travesti doing my hand is sliding up and down my dick shaft. I roughly grip my cockhead and stroke my erection.

I watch my companion as she continues to pleasure herself and the heightened pace and increasingly needy look on her face signal that her orgasm is eminent.

Her breathing slows, her head throws back, her body shudders, and she silently screams as an orgasm rips through her.

I stroke my cock furiously as my cohort shakes and quivers through numerous orgasmic aftershocks. Pleasure has ravaged her body and she enjoys the aftermath’s quiet stillness.

After several moments she regains her composure and turns her attention to my solitary sexual flagellation. She silently watches me stroke my cock, satisfied in the knowledge that I am doing it for her. Knowing that my need for her has driven me to abandon my respectability and risk humiliation and public scorn.

She stares at me as I feverishly rub my cock, excited by her newfound attention. I peer back at her overwhelmed by my need to fuck, suck, lick, kiss, bite, and do at least a thousand other things.

“Come here and suck my dick,” I order, wanting nothing else in the world except to feel her warm mouth on my angry cock.

I instantly realize that she had been waiting for this and watch as she practically leaps to fulfill both of our desires. Apparently the idea of being told to suck my cock excites her almost as much as it does me.

In one quick motion she bridges the distance between us and gingerly takes my cock from my hand and grips it inside her fist. Her long thin ivory fingers momentarily stroke and tease my cock, as she instantly drops to her knees and before I can comprehend that it has happened my dick fills her mouth.

Her sexy dark eyes look up at me as she bobs up and down taking about half the length of my cock into her angelic mouth. I groan as she licks my cockhead sending shivers throughout my body. Her left hand cups my balls as her right strokes my shaft allowing her wet tongue to lick and flick my engorged mushroom head.

“You’re a good little cocksucker,” I opine, knowing that my words will stroke her submissiveness and fuel her excitement.

“You look so sexy. You were born to be on your knees with a cock in your mouth.”

My words encourage her to redouble her efforts as she sucks me harder and faster. Her divine mouth and tongue fill me with yearnings and desires, the intensity of which overpower me.

Unable to hold out any longer against her oral onslaught I manage to warn her of my impending climax moments before my cock erupts, spewing my hot sticky cum into her inviting mouth. As I cum I feel as if I have reached some sort of sexual nirvana and have entered into a state of orgasmic bliss.

I blankly stare into the abyss and am lost in the totality that surrounds and fills me. I am adrift in the moment and unable to successfully processing the sensations that swallow me. Sensing that I am lost, my companion becomes my Virgil and guides me back from my sexually altered state.

Having swallowed my load, she kisses me deeply making me taste my cum on her lips. I rapidly regain control of my faculties and cup her face in my hands softly stroke her skin.

Slowly we untangle our bodies and straighten our clothing. Not wanting our pairing to end but knowing that any further action would only sully the evening’s proceedings.

There are at least a thousand things I want to do to her, with her, and to have her do to me, but waiting will only make them better. At this moment she is still more fantasy than reality and I want to hold on to that illusion for as long as possible.

I don’t know who she is, I haven’t heard her voice, I don’t even know her name and in the moment that is perfect. As time passes our truth selves will eventually emerge; the coming days will reveal us more fully, flaws and all.

For now we can both be each other’s fantasies. We are mental aberrations, briefly made flesh, and then again relegated to the mind’s playground. I hope to enjoy it for as long as I am able.

After smoothing her skirt and adjusting her bra through her shirt, she walks to the end of the aisle and silently looks back at me. I watch as she turns the corner and listen as her heel strikes reverberate through the night. Finally, she reaches the stairs and soon I am alone again.

Before long I follow her example and leave the sixth floor and eventually the library itself. I walk home in a daze, thinking only of her. Memories of how she tastes, smells, looks, and feels engulf me and she again intoxicates me, this time from afar. I worry that I am losing myself and try to regain some semblance of control over my thoughts and desires. I plan for our next encounter and I enjoy the afterglow of a flight of the imagination briefly made real.

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The journey home almost went as a blur for Kate. She had just agreed to come onto her friend’s husband in a trap to see if he was actually cheating on his wife, Jess. The problem was, she already knew the answer…

She almost got caught out when she turned up late to her spa appointment with Jess. In fact, while Kate was bringing herself to orgasm in the steam room with Jess, it was Jess’ husbands’ cum that was leaking back out of her pussy.

How could she have let it happen? Go this far? the first time was meant to be the last, an accident, but Jake’s cock was almost an addiction now… Even now, after having fucked him a few hours ago, and brought herself to orgasm at the spa she found her pussy tingling for more attention!

4 Months Ago:

Kate ran down the stairs, her large breasts barely contained in the small black bra she had on. The fact she only had a towel around her waist was ok as she knew it was just her friend Jess at the door.

“You’re here, finally! I didn’t have any… OH My God!” Kate froze. There standing at the door wasn’t her friend, but Jess’ husband Jake. He stood there, holding a bag in his hand, mouth open clearly taking in the view.

Kate realised that she had just bounded down the stairs in nothing more than a bra and her large breasts were pretty much entirely on show. Her red curly hair was wild as she hadn’t finished getting ready yet.

Jake turned beat red when he realised he was staring at his wife’s friend. He had always thought she was attractive, but he had obviously never seen her this undressed.

“I… er… Jess asked me to drop round… busy. She was busy.” He held up the bag. Kate went to take it, only for the towel she was holding around her waist to drop to the floor. Jake’s eyes dropped with it and saw her perfectly smooth pussy before Kate swore and pulled her towel up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Jake!”

“No… no, I mean it’s my… What?”

Kate noticed the rather obscene bulge in Jake’s jeans as she reached and took the bag of dresses from Jake. Fuck he’s big… she thought to herself, before she remembered who he was. “Look, come in.” She said and walked back into her house.

Jake stared open mouthed at the bare ass of his wife’s friend, round and pert and biteable… He kicked himself, he shouldn’t be having these thoughts. But Jess had been a bit cold recently. He just needed to sort himself out that was all… He entered Kate’s house and shut the door. “Lovely place you have.”

“Thanks.” Kate replied, putting the bag down and finally re-wrapping the towel around herself. “Sorry for the show, I was expecting you to be Jess and well, she’s used to seeing me.”

“No, don’t apologise, it was nice!” Jake turned bright red when he realised the words that just came out of his mouth. This time Kate turned red.

“I’m out tonight and realised I had nothing new to wear.” She tried to distill the Maltepe travesti silence before it brewed for too long.

“Well hopefully one of those will do the trick.” Jake smiled back. He couldn’t stop staring at his wife’s friend. “Though I’m not sure some of them will…” He cut himself off as he realised what he was saying.

“Not sure some of them will what, Jake?” Kate asked, looking down at her own body. “Fit? I’m not that fat am I?”

Jake held out his hands, “No! NO, no, sorry I meant…” He turned red again, “Forget it, please? I’m sorry.”

“No, what did you mean? You can’t tell a girl you think she’s fat!” Then she let out a coy smile, “Especially one who’s just flashed pretty much everything she has for free.” She spotted the tent bulge. Why was she so interested in it?

“Fine, I wasn’t saying you were fat, I meant, well… Your breasts are bigger than Jess’.”

“Oh…” Kate replied. “Well, I was hoping that she would also help me decide which one looks best, but I guess you’ll have to do.”

“Me? I don’t think…”

“Well you’re a guy, your opinion would better match the one of who I’m going out with surely.” Kate said matter of factly.

“I don’t know…” Jake replied, but inwardly the thought of seeing Kate trying on different dresses was making his heart thump. I guess just looking wouldn’t be wrong, he thought to himself.

“Please?” Kate said, pouting slightly. Was she flirting with Jess’ husband? No, just practice for later, Kate said to herself. Before Jake replied she was pushing him back onto her sofa and down. The flashing thought of straddling his lap quickly pushed away.

When she started rifling through the bag right there in front of him Jake started to squirm, “Aren’t you going to your room to change?”

“Well, I could, but that is a lot of to-ing and fro-ing, besides, you’ve pretty much seen all that I’ve got anyway!” Kate grinned.

“True.” Jake replied, warming up a bit. “Lets just say that you went elsewhere though to Jess OK?”

“Sure thing.” Kate smiled back. In her head this was nothing but innocent banter, but she couldn’t deny she was getting hot between her legs. A tingle of excitement spread through her as she picked out a black dress and held it up. “Number one!”

Jake remembered that dress. It didn’t help his situation in the fact that it was the dress that Jess had been wearing last time they had had sex. As he recalled Jess had not been wearing any underwear that night and they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. His cock throbbed at the memory.

But even worse now, his wife’s friend was about to put the same dress on too, and as she dropped the towel he remembered she was without underwear also… A groan left his lips before he could stop it.

Kate pretended not to notice Jake’s noise as she slipped out of the towel, her heart rate shooting up as she bared herself once again in front of him. What was she doing? “Sorry, I forgot…” She lied. “But it’s not the first time you’ve seen it Ümraniye travesti now anyway.” She grinned.

Jake watched, his mouth going dry as Kate struggled into the small black dress. Easing it over the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Her bra did nothing but force her breasts up and almost out of it.

“Well?” she asked, turning around. Jake’s mouth hit the floor. “I’ll take that as a good sign?”

“Well, you’re not exactly in it are you?” Jake finally found his voice. Kate pouted. “Well unless you’re meeting a guy that’s paying for your services I’d suggest something a little less fuckable.”

“Jake, it’s been so long I probably wouldn’t mind if he thought I was a hooker if it got me laid.” Kate divulged. But even she had to admit she feared breathing too hard in the black dress. “I’ll try another.”

Jake and Kate were starting to feel a bit more comfortable with her nakedness now as she peeled off the black dress, rifling through the bag in just her bra. Jake was enjoying the view of her round ass and her flame red hair, wild and frizzy made his blood boil.

“Let’s try this one.” Kate said as she pulled out a white one. Jake watched her get into it, wiggling around as it stretched in the places Kate had more curves than Jess. Once in it he had to admit she looked amazing in it.

“It fits a lot better than the Black one.” Jake said, he was having to rearrange himself subtly on the sofa.

“Clearly!” Kate said, suddenly shocked by her brashness as she looked down at her friend’s husband’s bulge.

Jake turned beet red and put his hands over his crotch. “Sorry it’s just…”

“Please no need to explain!” Kate smiled. “It’s the reaction I’m hoping for!”

Jake’s eyes widened.

“I mean from my date…. obviously…” Kate added quickly, though she wasn’t hating the sight of that reaction right now.

“There is one thing though…” Jake said, smiling a little himself now.

“Go on…”

“Well even I know you can’t wear a black bra with a white dress!”

Kate looked down and true enough the black bra was visible through the tight dress. “So what are you saying?” She asked, smiling.

“Well that, well, you need a white one?” Jake chickened out from what he wanted to say.

“I don’t think I have a white one.” Kate pouted, continuing her game.

I’ve already seen her pussy, Jake thought, seeing her breasts wouldn’t be any worse surely? “Well, just take the black one off then.”

Jess feigned shock at the suggestion. Pulling the straps of the white dress from her shoulders, she rolled the top down over the swell of her breasts. She turned to the side, teasing Jake, as she popped her bra off, covering her nipples with her arm. Then rolled the dress back up before turning to face her friend’s husband.

“Better?”

Jake’s mouth went dry. He managed a nod before croaking, “Much.” As his eyes were glued to the large breasts of his wife’s friend. Her nipples were perfectly proportioned and were sticking out a Tuzla travesti little, perfect for sucking… Jake shook his head. He needed relief and fast! “I should probably get going.”

Jess actually felt sad at the thought of Jake leaving, why? She was getting ready for a date! “Just one more dress? Please?” she pleaded before she knew what she was doing.

Jake couldn’t deny he was interested in seeing Kate change again, but he shouldn’t be. Should he? If it was just looking, he could sort himself out later. That wouldn’t be cheating would it? “One more.” He smiled.

Kate smiled back and pulled out a green one. She turned to have her back to Jake, much to his disappointment, and wriggled out of the white one. Fully nude now, Kate unzipped the front zip and put the green on. When she turned around Jake almost blew his load right there!

Her breasts were threatening to tear the zipper in two as it went all the way up, and the dress rucked up a bit over her fuller hips. Kate saw the bulge in Jake’s trousers literally throbbing.

“I think this is the one then!” she said, clearly staring at her friend’s husband’s cock. Jake nodded.

“Glad I could be of help.” Jake stood, readying himself to leave, not even bothering to hide the massive tent in his trousers. Kate’s eyebrows rose when she saw his brashness. “Well, you’re still seeing less of me than I have of you!” Jake grinned.

“True.” Kate replied, urging her eyes to move from his crotch. She went to undo the dress and let out a little yelp.

“What’s up?” Jake said, stopping in his tracks.

“I promise, this isn’t some sort of trap…” Kate said.

Jake looked confused.

“I can’t undo the zipper. Can you help me?”

The expression of helplessness was enough to make Jake laugh. “I’m glad you think this is funny!” Kate put her hands on her hips.

“C’mon, Kate. Considering what I’ve just seen you think that you asking me to undo your dress is what I would consider a trap? Bit late for that isn’t it?”

Kate let out a small laugh, “I guess you’re right. I am really stuck though.”

Jake stepped forward and gripped the zipper. He gave it a tug. Nothing. “Doesn’t bode well for your date does it?” He grinned as he tried again. Kate put her hands on Jake’s shoulders for support as he gave it one final pull.

The zipper gave in and whipped down causing both Kate and Jake to fall into each other, Kates exposed breasts pressing between them. They stood there, in full body contact, Kate feeling Jake’s warm breath on her neck, Jake savouring the sensation of Kate’s firm breasts against him.

It seemed an eternity before they both separated, the green dress barely hanging off Kate’s hips. She did nothing to hide her nudity, not now, especially after feeling what was in Jake’s trousers pressing against her.

“I should finish getting ready.” Kate said, “I don’t want to be late for my date.”

“Very true!” Jake smiled weakly.

The drive home was a bit of a blur for Jake. Jess was still not home when he got in so he decided to have a quick shower and sort himself out. It did not take long at all, stroking his thick shaft to mental images of Kate falling out of his wife’s dresses he was plastering the shower wall with ropes of hot cum.

He went to bed still horny.

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I took a deep breath in. The theater always had a certain smell: wood and paint and paper. But, in the wings, it was different: you could smell the fabric of the curtains and the musk of unkept instruments from the orchestra below, and the emptiness on stage coupled with the energy from the audience was something almost tangible. It brought me back to my theater days when I used to act instead of writing. Albeit, I was in elementary school back then, and only comfortable enough to audition for anything because my step brother ran the elementary acting program back then.

It took the urging of my good friend María, our resident costume designer for this little excuse of a community college, to convince me to actually try out for a role again, and a huge letdown when I only landed the position of understudy. Understudies are never really used, and essentially meant that they still wanted me in the program, but didn’t actually have a role that they wanted me to act out. But, thanks to a bad bug making its rounds through the campus, one of our leads, Chet, was unable to perform and it was time for me to fill his shoes.

“Full house out there.” I turned around. María.

“What are you doing here?”

She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘what are you doing here?’ I’m in costume design. It’s my job to be here.”

“Yeah, but-” My job is all in the writing. I guess I’d never really been backstage all the much during actual performances and the later rehearsals. It was odd to see her in action instead of watching how the costumes were shaping up somewhere more quiet and laid back while we caught up.

She looked so out of place- in a single snug black outfit with a roll of safety pins at her hip among everyone else’s colored gowns and poofy sleeves.

“What, you don’t want me here?”

“No, no, it’s not that, I’m just…”

“Nervous?” she finished, face softening.

“No. No, of course not.”

She gave me a knowing look that told me she clearly didn’t buy it. “Anyway, I just came to check your costume. Your costume falling off is one thing you won’t have to be nervous about, thankfully.”

She circled around me, studying my clothes and checking the tie on my baker’s apron. “Chet was a bit bigger than you, but since all of this ties and doesn’t have to be sewn to size, I think you’re good… for this scene. For the next one, race up to the dressing room so that we can make some last second adjustments.”

She stepped back to study her handiwork. “Alright, Sam. You’re good to go. Good luck.”

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat noisily and she turned back.

“Ah, right. Sorry. Break a leg.”

And, before I had the chance to respond, places were being called, the curtain was rising, and my attention was being drawn elsewhere.

And it was everything I remembered it to be when I was little- both completely exhilarating and harmonious at the same time. There’s something to be said about playing the part of a character whose life is much more exciting than anything you could ever dream of in front of hundreds of critical onlookers. But, it feels right, like you’re taking some of that fantasy from that script and not just bringing it to life, but living it yourself. It’s… fun, for lack of a better word.

But, just as quickly as my scene began, I found myself back in the wings, having completed my part in the scene.

A younger student I didn’t recognize grabbed my arm. “María is waiting for you. She said to hurry,” the girl whispered. I had to contain a chuckle. María can be snarky, sure, but I’ll never know what she’s done to some of these newer students to scare them the way she has. One way or another, it was best not to keep her waiting.

The school was never great to begin with, but was going uphill quickly. Unfortunately, that ‘uphill’ was not focused on the arts. As the backstage was so small you could barely even call it backstage, the rooms makeup, dress, and half of the production’s props was upstairs above the theater, with curtains sliding on tracks in two corners for changing (though most people didn’t bother with the curtains) and lit mirrors mounted on the opposite end for makeup.

“Hey!” She smiled as I walked in. “How’d it go?”

I couldn’t help the drunken grin that slipped onto my face and was met with a too-hard but well-natured jab to the ribs.

“See? I told you you’d love it, but for years, you just wouldn’t listen.”

I winced and rubbed my side. “Uh… you’re welcome?”

“Anyway, Göztepe travesti here you are.” She handed me several folded pieces of fabric: the costume for the next scene. Each piece was astoundingly thin, save for a leather jacket. I guess that’s another place the school decided they could cut the budget.

“Erm. I guess you can step behind one of the curtains to change. Just… let me know when it’s okay to look.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Behind the curtain, I slid off my baker’s apron, shirt, and pants, and stepped into the new set of clothes. The clothing pooled around my ankles and waist and covered my wrists. I had to grab the waistband of the pants to keep them from falling down completely. Shit. I knew Chet was a big guy, but he wasn’t that much bigger, was he? There was no way anyone, not even María, would be able to fix this in time.

“Ummm, María?”

She poked her head in slowly and peeked one eye open. “That didn’t sound like a good ‘Ummm María'”

I motioned down to my oversized outfit as best I could without letting anything slip over my shoulders or waist.

She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “Okay. Okay, we can work with this.”

“We can? How?”

María moved behind me and took a fistful of the shirt’s fabric, which she pinned in a giant role.

“With a ton of safety pins.”

“Won’t people see that?”

“Not if we pin the inside of the leather jacket, and use it to cover up your shirt.”

And slowly, María worked her magic. The chest grew tighter, the sleeves came up to my wrist, and the length came to the hem of my pants in record time.

“We’ve gotta take care of these pants now. We don’t want them falling down on stage,” she laughed.

“No, we don’t.”

And she went back to work. I jumped as she slipped a finger down underneath the waistband. “Gotta pin on the inside so that people don’t see,” she said. I merely nodded, but felt a worrying rush of blood drop down between my legs, and a twitch.

No. No, no, no. Why then?

I closed my eyes and breathed out, willing my penis to stay calm before it got too hard.

On the next pin, María was working on a section right in front of my hip bone and accidentally reached down into my boxers instead of just the costume pants. She felt around for the pin, fingers only a few inches from the base of my dick. It swelled with anticipation, and somewhere in my head, a not-so-smart part of my brain indulged in a brief fantasy of her reaching down just a bit more and stroking up the underside. It’s only when I sucked in air through my teeth that she realized that her hand is down my boxers and not the costume pants, and abruptly pulled her hand away with a quick ‘sorry’ and joke about the pressure of working under a time crunch.

My dick had all but jumped to attention, not fully hard, but clearly visible through the thin fabric of the pants. I stared at the ceiling, trying to think of any way possible to smoothly exit out of the situation without María noticing. My mind blanked on me.

Amazingly, María hadn’t noticed yet. Her head was a few inches above my penis, eyes solely glued to the hem of the pants that she was working on, and nowhere below. As she moved to the very front of the pants, every exhale she made I could feel on my dick, like warm shocks prompting it to enlarge and harden more. The pants didn’t hold it down at all. It wasn’t until it sat high and actually poked her in the chin that she noticed.

At first, she tried swatting whatever was on her chin away, but as soon as her hand came into contact with my dick, she looked down and stared, eyes widening. For once, she had no clever comeback. Not even enough wit to make fun of me. I cringed and squeezed my eyes shut so hard that it was painful.

María stared like a deer caught in the headlights for another second longer before just deciding to ignore it and to keep pinning. Part of me felt relieved that she knew and that I was no longer waiting for her to realize what was going on, while a larger part wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Well, we’re done.” María stood to examine the pinning, still not deciding to address the elephant in the room. “Most of the audience shouldn’t be able to see the safety pins.”

Silence.

“You can’t go out on stage like that,” she finally said. She was right. Those pants hid nothing, not that any pants could hide this. It looked like I stuck a water bottle in them.

“Uh… Küçükyalı travesti yeah.”

Forget going out on stage, I couldn’t even leave the room.

María stepped forward to readjust a safety pin, and slowly moved a hand down to cup the underside of my penis through the fabric of the pants.

I bit the inside of my cheek. “You’re not helping.”

She looked up at me, one eyebrow raised. “Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re really not.”

Without meeting my eyes, she slowly reached below the hem of my pants, then the hem of my boxers. I gasped. Oh. Oh. That’s how she was helping.

“May I?” she asked, fingertips so close that I could feel the heat of them on my dick. I nodded wordlessly. My mind reeled and I just stared down at her hand with my mouth agape. For years I’d been made fun of for seeming ‘gay.’ All I could think of then was that the joke was on them now. She slipped her hand lower and closed it around my shaft. A shock went up my spine and I breathed out slowly, unevenly, as she began to pump her hand up and down.

God, why did it feel so much better when it’s someone else’s hand?

Still, I was so tense. It was just a thin curtain in here separating us from anyone retrieving props outside. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall, trying to relax and take in the feel of her smooth hands gliding up and down my shaft, one reaching down over the waistband and pumping, while the other reached up through the pants leg, switching between teasing the head and playing with my balls.

She stopped for a moment and removed her hands to pull down the pants below my knees. My dick bounced out, the head glistening with pre cum.

“Trying to get a better view?” She didn’t say anything, and instead leaned in and licked, long and hard, from the base all the way up to the tip, where she swirled her tongue until my legs began to shudder.

“Mph.” I didn’t know what had gotten into her. We’d spent years as totally platonic friends, best friends even. I’d normally never want to do anything to jeopardize that friendship, but I was well beyond the point of caring. She sucked gently on the head and I clenched my jaw. It didn’t even matter how tense I was anymore. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm spark whether that was an appropriate place or not.

María took as much of it as she could into her mouth, licking and sucking, and twisted her hand around the base. She then started to swirl her tongue and probe the tip every time she came up. My breathing grew ragged and she picked up the pace. I opened my eyes to look down at her and was met with her dazzling wide eyes peering up at me at she sucked me off.

The sight alone elicited a muted groan and she stopped to hold a finger to her lips, a string of drool connecting her lips to the tip of my cock. More precum beaded up on the tip, but it was back in her mouth and she was going full speed ahead again before it had the chance to drip onto the floor.

After just another minute, my legs started shaking and my breathing grew even raspier. I knew how important it was to remain quiet, but there was nothing that could be done.

“María,” I breathed. “María, I’m close.”

I hadn’t been sure if she wanted me to pull out to cum, but she only increased the pace, bobbing up and down on me impossibly fast while locking her huge eyes with my own.

I bit the inside of my cheek, hard, as I felt myself approaching the point of no return.

“Stop,” I said suddenly, hoping that she was a good a listener, because if she continued on for even another second, I’d have blown.

She stopped as soon as I said the words, looking up at me with an arched eyebrow, confused. My dick throbbed, painfully looking for its denied orgasm.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was about to cum,” I panted.

María only laughed in response. “That’s the whole point.”

“I don’t want to finish yet.”

“Why not?”

I merely glanced up and down her lithe body in response.

She looked up at the clock. “We don’t have time.”

“Is that a no, then?”

She bit her lip, looking from the clock back to me. And then, without another word, started stripping. She peeled off her leggings while I undid her blouse, full round breasts spilling out into my hands. I massaged them gently and leaned down to take one into my mouth. She gasped and despite berating me for my volume just moments before, was put in exactly the same position.

I kissed Avrupa yakası travesti down from her breasts, over her stomach, and hovered above the waistband to her thong. She was wet enough that the even the fabric was saturated in places and the inside of her thighs shone in the light.

She closed her eyes and her breath quivered in anticipation, and in one fluid motion, I moved the thin strip of fabric aside and buried my head between her legs, licking at and sucking her clit as best I could in our cramped surroundings. Her knees buckled and she reached up to grab the curtain rod that kept us separated from the rest of room for balance. My heart froze for a moment in fear that maybe someone exceptionally quiet was still in the room, but the curtain rod held and I went back to eating her out, this time with my hands placed firmly on her hips, supporting her up against the wall.

“Sam?” Her speech was breathy and hard to understand.

“Yeah?” I asked, pulling away.

She reached over and pulled the tunic off over my head, and then pulled my hips to hers, placing my penis up against her entrance. I lifted her up so that her knees were wrapped around my hips and slowly pressed inside of her.

The feeling was indescribable, hot and lush and squeezing around my member like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. And as I kept pressing slowly inwards, it only got more and more intense. I eventually bottomed out, balls deep, and had to take a moment to compose myself. It felt like if I even did so much as twitch, I might cum right then and there.

Finally, I rocked my hips, earning a slight whimper of a moan from María, and began slowly fucking her up against the wall, a plump round ass cheek in each hand.

She threw her head back, mouth open, though no sound came out. I picked up the pace, thrusting forward with more momentum, and she seemed to melt into the wall. I wasn’t even sure if I should be trusted to hold her up as my own mind was foggy and hands were clumsy, clouded by the pressure building far too quickly between my legs.

I breathed and slowed back down, but María was having none of that and began rocking her hips against mine.

While I’m no marathoner in bed, I’d had a track record of some pretty impressive times in the past. This wasn’t going to be one of those times, though. The rocking motion of her hips alone nearly pushed me over the edge.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to cum in no time,” I warned her through clenched teeth.

“I know.” She was looking at me with barely open, hazy looking eyes, hardly able to focus in the throes of bliss. “Me, too.”

And, with that, she somehow began thrusting her hips against mine even faster, pussy clamping down as she approached orgasm.

Fuck it, I decided, and, biting my cheek, thrust back against her full force and full speed, jackhammering her against the wall, her breasts bouncing from the force of it all. I breathed in and out slowly, trying to keep my head on straight, but no force on earth could stop the tide of pleasure building, or distract me from the feeling of her pussy as I pumped in and out of her, soft ridges all but torturing me as they teased the sensitive underside of my dick. I felt the point of no return approaching quickly and as much as I wanted María to cum on my dick, I needed to cum so badly it was painful. My body wasn’t giving me any choice in the matter, and my penis began to swell.

“Fuck. I’m about to cum,” I warned María.

The words hadn’t even fully left my lips fully when her body spasmed and she leaned forward to moan into my chest while her pussy clamped around my dick.

And that finally did me in. I exploded forth, eyes rolling back, every spasm of her vagina squeezing out a new forceful rope of cum. My balls clenched and the orgasm continued to wash over me like a tidal wave until there was nothing left and the two of us were left trying to catch our breath. My dick and her vagina were left throbbing and spasming in small aftershocks of our orgasms, and cum leaked out of her and dripped down onto her ass.

María gasped. “Whoa.”

“Whoa is right.”

There was a long pause before she said: “I guess we should get cleaned up now, huh?”

“I guess so.”

I slid out of her and handed her a spare scrap of cloth to clean up with. She looked up at the clock. “Oh, Sam! You’d better get going before they send someone to hunt you down. You should have been down there by now!” Sure enough, I heard the faint stomping of feet from the stairwell outside- probably someone sent to retrieve me after I’d held up the production.

“Err, I don’t know if that’s the best idea.” I shift awkwardly from foot to foot and motion down towards my groin.

I’m still rock hard.

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It is storming outside. I hear the rain hitting my windows and the gentle rumble of the thunder. I don’t know what woke me up; it must have been the storm. I am turning over onto my stomach when the lightning flashes and I see a shadow of what looks like a person. I sit up and stare into the shadows but there is nothing there. Figuring it is just my imagination I lay back down and close my eyes. I roll onto my stomach and fall asleep.

I wake up to a tickling sensation on the inside of the thighs. I jerk in response and realize that my hands are tied together above my head; they are attached to a cord tied to one of the four posters of my bed. I hear your little rumble of laughter and my heart starts racing.

I feel something cold press into my back and you say “Don’t do anything stupid and make me use this. Listen to everything I say and you won’t get hurt. Understand?” As I nod my head you say: “Good, now I want you to roll over.” I am starting to shake but I roll over. With my arms raised above my head it pushes my breasts out, I hear you groan. I can’t see you, your face is in the shadows but I see a feather in your hand.

The feather rises up and the tip touches my arm. You work the tip down my arm, over my collarbone and over my nipple. As my nipple hardens you do the same to the other one. With your other hand you make me spread my legs as you run the feather down my body. You run it up the inside if my leg to my thigh and switch to the Kadıköy travesti other side and to the same thing.

I can smell your cologne and it is so familiar to me but as the feather passes over my freshly shaved pussy, my breath catches and all thoughts leave my mind.

You can see what you are doing to me so you lean down and take my nipple into your mouth. You circle it and flick it with your tongue. When you sucked on it, my back arched off of the bed and liquid heat pooled between my legs. You give the other nipple the same attention as your hand moves between my legs. You slide a finger down over my clit and into my pussy. You can feel how wet you have made me and that makes you all the harder.

You shift and start kissing down my stomach. You position yourself between my legs and it hits! Right as I realize who you are, you run your tongue over my clit, and your name rolls over my tongue like a caress.

You hear me say your name and really start to lick my clit. You suck on my clit and trap my little button with your teeth while you flick it with your tongue. You can hear me panting and feel my legs quivering and you can tell I am about to cum so you shove a finger in my pussy. You feel me tighten up around your finger as my climax washes over me. You climb up and straddle my chest and tell me “suck it!” I eagerly flick my tongue out to lick the pre cum that is on your dick. I take you in my mouth as far as I Kurtköy travesti can go in this position. Every time I pull back I caress the head of your cock with my tongue. I want it so bad, you taste so good. I can’t get enough. You can see I am getting frustrated so you grab my head and start fucking my face. You set the pace and the rhythm and I am in heaven. I have wanted this for a long time. You can feel it starting to build up inside you but you want it to last so you pull out of my mouth. You hear me whimper and you chuckle. You lean down and kiss me. As you put your tongue in my mouth, I can taste myself on you and it is driving me wild. My pussy is throbbing, and it needs to be filled by your wonderful cock. You stop kissing me and tell me to turn over and get on my knees.

I turn over and get on my knees. You press my back down so my tits are on the bed and my ass is in the air. You stick a finger in a little jar and put a small amount on my clit and rub it in. It feels like a cool tingling sensation, but kind of hot at the same time. You see my ass start to move around and smile. You reach for a small tube and get some on your finger but you don’t use it yet.

Your hand reaches down, and gently rubs my clit as you lean down and licks my ass. You hear me moan and know I am ready for anything. You play with my little hole with the tip of your tongue. You feel my legs shaking and know that it is time. You take what is on Pendik travesti your finger and run it around the rim of my ass. You ease your finger in my ass as you ease your hard throbbing cock in my aching, wet pussy. Before you get either on in all the way you feel my muscles contract as I cum again.

You start to move your cock in and out slowly at first. You hear me moaning again and pick up the pace a little. You can feel me moving back to meet your thrusts, and before long you are slamming your cock in my pussy. You grab my hair and pull my head back arching my back even more. You take your finger out of my ass and reach down and touch my clit. I scream and you know I am ready.

You take your cock out of my pussy and you can see my juices running down my thighs. You grab the small tube again and put a little on the head of your cock. You grab your cock and put pressure against my ass. You slowly slip in and work in and out until you get all the way in.

You reach down and grab what you had shoved in my back earlier. It is my little 4 inch silver buddy. You turn it on and shove it in my pussy and tell me to keep it there. You start fucking my ass. It is so tight and you can also feel the vibrations from my toy. It feels too good and you know you are not going to last long. You can tell from my moans that I am almost there. You can’t hold out any longer and you want us to go together. You reach down one last time and rub my clit and within seconds I scream your name. That is all it takes to send you over the edge as you fill my ass with your seed.

We both collapse on the bed and I fall into an exhausted sleep.

When I wake up in the morning and there is a rose on my pillow, and a smile on my face.

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Chapter 2 – Pretty as a Picture

(C) Bad Hobbit

It’s taken me quite a while to get round to taking Brenda to the next level. Hope you enjoy it as much as she does!

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“Now just let me do the talking, and watch what happens. You don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to, but let me know if you change your mind. I know what you’re like when the juices start to flow.”

I gave Annette a playful slap on the arm. She had talked me into going with her on a glamour shoot, basically to observe and to give me an idea of what it was like. I’d been doing the Sally Spring round for several weeks, and although Annette was sometimes with me, I was increasingly doing it solo. The money was useful — maybe three sessions a week, giving me around £600 in total so far — but I’d never get rich. Annette had told me that the starting rate for a photo shoot would be around £200 a session, and that would be just showing her breasts. She hinted that if she showed more, or even had sex with the photographer or another model on camera, she could make £500, even up to £1,000 for a single session. It sounded fascinating — and rather scary.

Annette had told me that the photographer — a guy who called himself Brad, probably because he fancied he looked a bit like Mr Pitt — was actually fun to work with, not at all pushy and actually very good looking. She had worked with him before, and had shown me the results of one of his photo-shoots earlier in the week; black lingerie, open legs, toying with a dildo rather suggestively. She told me that after the shoot she had actually had sex with Brad, and that he was very good. That made me a bit jealous. I felt that Annette was my lover. I didn’t want to share her with anyone, male or female, which was really a bit selfish as I still had regular sex with Derek. In fact, since the parties started, I’d found that I wanted sex a lot more, and both Derek and Annette were getting the benefit. And of course, me.

I really don’t know what Derek thought was going on. Annette spent quite a lot of time at the house on the days that neither of us were working. Usually soon after Derek had left for work, she and I would get into bed and spend an hour or so making love. Sometimes it was slow, romantic and very sensuous. Sometimes it was hot, horny and dirty. But it was always fun. One morning Derek came back unexpectedly and nearly caught us at it. I had to bustle Annette into the shower and pretend to be looking for clothes in my wardrobe, and fortunately he didn’t seem suspicious, though he did try to sneak a peek of Annette while she was showering, before I shoved him on his way. I also noticed that he took more trouble with his appearance these days, and the way he looked at Annette annoyed me a bit. I don’t know why it should have done. After all, it was me, not him, who regularly got between her thighs.

So here we were, in Brad’s studio. Annette was going to do a photo-shoot, and I was going to watch. The studio was set up so that a corner looked like a bedroom, with mirror-door wardrobes, fluffy rugs, a big bed — everything you needed to make it look like the woman was in her own home. There were lights, cameras, reflectors and the usual photographic stuff, as well as a computer with a big screen set up for photo editing in the opposite corner. And in easy reach, a box full of dildos, vibrators, tubes of lubricant, blindfolds, handcuffs and other stuff I didn’t want to look at too closely. I was a bit concerned at what I was walking into, I must say, though I reassured myself with the knowledge that Annette had done this before, so it couldn’t be too scary.

And I needn’t have worried. Brad turned out to be very pleasant and fiendishly attractive — big blue eyes, white even smile, high cheekbones, nice, strong jaw, blonde floppy hair and a distinctly fit body. Annette had explained to Brad that I was curious about glamour work. He looked me up and down, and I thought ‘Oh no, he’s going to make some remark and I’m going to feel two inches tall and wish I’d never come’.

What he actually said was “I hope after you’ve seen me work with Annette that you decide to pose, Brenda. I’ve been asked to provide some pictures for a special MILF feature next month, and you could be the star of that if you wanted. It would be worth around three hundred — more if you’d be a bit more adventurous.”

Three hundred quid? I was tempted, but terrified. “What does ‘MILF’ mean?” I asked, wondering if it meant I had to do something strange with animals.

“It stands for ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’. It means sexy older ladies — like you — that lots of guys go for. I’ve got one or two other models lined up, but you’re definitely the prettiest I’ve seen. I could put you in the centre spread.”

The words of that old song came back to me, a bit distorted. “My blood runs cold — my granny is a centrefold!” But three hundred quid! I have to confess, I was very tempted.

“I — I’ll think about it for a bit. Can I just watch what Bağdat Caddesi Travesti you do with Annette before I decide?”

“Sure.” He threw me a very winning smile, and then sat me down on a sofa facing the bed.

Annette had come dressed in a nice, cream-coloured wrapover dress, which set off her lovely olive complexion. Brad starting taking pictures, and Annette started taking her clothes off. She slid the dress slowly back and down her arms. Underneath, she had a white lacy bra and tiny thong panties, with matching suspender belt and white stockings. Brad just moved around, clicking away as she removed the dress, posed in the underwear, then slid onto the bed and started to reveal more. First, a bra-cup pulled down; then the thong panties pulled to one side, then bunched and pulled into her slit, exposing tantalising glimpses of pussy lips.

I watched as Annette removed her bra and panties, and Brad took her through a range of poses; kneeling on the bed with her bum in the air , legs parted; on her back, legs spread, opening her pussy lips with her fingers; knees up to her boobs, displaying her slit. It was all a bit blatant, even gynaecological, but I could see Annette was wet — and so was I. Brad kept moving around, taking pictures from all angles, and I could see from the bulge in his chinos that he was also turned on by it all. I’d have thought that he’d seen it all before, and sticking his camera lens into a girl’s slit was all part of a day’s work for him. But of course I felt that Annette was a bit special, and maybe Brad agreed.

After quite a few pictures, including some real close-ups, he handed Annette a cock-shaped vibrator and asked her to play with it. She licked it, rubbed it over her nipples and up and down her thighs, then slowly homed in on her pussy. She clearly enjoyed the feeling of the buzzing toy on her clit, but Brad was angling for more.

“Slide it inside you”, he said softly. I was also eagerly anticipating watching her use the toy in that way. I was reminded of Hazel’s request at my first Sally Spring party, eager to see me use the ‘rabbit’ in that most blatantly sexual way. “Go on girl, fuck yourself with it!” Her words had goaded me to masturbate in front of a roomful of strangers, and now I watched as my lover slowly slipped the buzzing plastic penis into her wet vagina. I had performed this particular act on Annette more than once, had her return the favour and enjoyed sessions when we had watched each other masturbate in this way. (We once had a race to see which of us could come first — Annette won.) In this context it looked so horny I had to resist putting my own hand under my skirt.

Within a couple of minutes, Annette was writhing on the bed, now thrusting the plastic toy deep inside herself, now running it along her inner lips, finally pressing it to her clit and moaning out a strong orgasm. Brad was eagerly capturing every moment with his camera, and he was clearly very aroused.

“Beautiful! So beautiful Annette! I think that was your best photoset yet.” Brad leaned across and kissed Annette on the lips. “Can I get you a drink? You must be thirsty after all that exertion,” he asked, solicitously.

Annette asked for water, so I got up, poured a glass and took it to her. “You were fabulous. That was so sexy!” I smiled, and bent to kiss her as well. Our kiss was warmer than Brad’s — a kiss of lovers.

“Oooh!” said Brad. “How about a girl-girl session?”

“Not right now, you greedy boy!” Annette replied. “I’m spent for the moment.”

“Hmmm, maybe later then?” Brad let the question hang in the air. I tried to ignore it, but his next question was aimed at me.

“So Brenda, you’ve seen what the photoshoot is all about. Would you like to have a go?”

I was very turned on by what I’d seen, but still terrified. “I — I don’t know. What would you do with the photos?”

“Like I said, I have a particular commission in mind for a specific magazine. They’ll use it for the mag and their subscription-only website. So don’t worry — you won’t be splashed all over the Internet.”

“Would they — are they likely to put my picture on the cover?” I could just imagine me, tits out, grinning down from the top shelf of W H Smiths for all the world to see.

“Probably not — at least, not a full-cover spread.” Brad was clearly anticipating my concerns. “But even if they did, these days men’s mags are sold in semi-opaque polythene wrappers, so someone would have to want to buy it and take it off the shelf before they would see the cover pics. So you needn’t worry. The only people who will see you are guys who pay for porn, and they’re not likely to tell anyone they’ve been buying girlie mags or visiting porn sites, so your secret will be safe. So how would you like to pose?”

Brad’s smile was sexy and seductive. He’d already made the assumption that I would go through with it — and to be completely honest, so had I. It wasn’t just the easy money. It was the thought of being a ‘glamour model’ Bostancı travesti — at my age! It was the thought of turning on a young guy like Annette had done, and maybe lots more through the pages of the magazine. It was the sight of Annette getting wet and coming through the sheer, naughty thrill of posing naked and provocatively.

Brad asked me what I was wearing and what I’d feel comfortable doing. To be honest, I’d dressed with the expectation that I might actually do it. I had on a slinky knee-length dress and some of my favourite undies, as well as stockings and suspenders, at Annette’s suggestion. For me, I favoured black, as white didn’t work so well against my rather paler skin. I’d taken a lot of trouble over my make-up, including nail polish and a fresh waxing of my pussy — though I didn’t tell Brad that. I’d also worn a velvet choker with a pearl motif, which Annette thought looked sexy on me.

Brad suggested that I should do a strip, rather as Annette had done. “Imagine you’ve been on a romantic date with a handsome young lover. You’re in his bedroom and he’s going to make love to you. Undress the way you would to entice him into sex. Look at me, look at the camera. Seduce us.”

Actually, I was trembling. I don’t think I’d ever seduced a man in my life. Most of my first times with new lovers — all a long time ago – had been very spontaneous, spur of the moment things. The guys may have planned them, but I hadn’t — though once or twice I’d certainly hoped for and anticipated being seduced. (That is, I’d put on my best undies and taken condoms and breath fresheners in my handbag).

This was all unfamiliar territory. I’d done the striptease bit a few times with Derek, but it’s not the same when the object of your attention is a bit paunchy and looks more like Johnny Carson than Johnny Depp. My first thought is ‘you’ll look ridiculous, stripping for a hot young guy like Brad.’ But then I thought — ‘but he asked me to do it. He wants me to play to the camera.’

“I — I think you may have to guide me a bit. I haven’t really done anything like this for a while.” I smiled coyly.

“Sure, Brenda. Just take it nice and slow. Just show me how sexy you are. I’m really turned on by you. I want you. I want to know that you want me too. Can you do that?”

Oh God! Could I show Brad that I fancied him? I’d been trying to hide that fact for the past hour, but now…

Brad placed me in front of a long mirror, unzipped my dress and made me slip it down at various angles and in various positions, bending over to unfasten my shoe on a stool so he could take some shots up my skirt and down my cleavage.

Brad kept snapping away. “Smile, Brenda. Remember, I’m going to be licking your pussy in a few minutes.”

My stomach gave a jolt. Oh, if only! I was already so wet I could feel my panties getting soaked, juices seeping into my upper thighs.

My heart was pounding as I slowly took the dress off. Now I’ve got a good figure for a woman of my age, but I’m not Annette. I don’t have the lustrous skin and the ultra-tight bum and the oh-so-firm boobs. I’d dressed up what I do have as prettily as possible. The panties were those with the ribbon lacing the crotch — fortunately black and shiny, or the big wet patch would have been clear for all to see. The bra was a strapless ‘push up and out’ type I’d bought only a few days earlier from the Sally Spring catalogue. It lifted my boobs up and presented them, without covering very much at all. My nipples were hard and tingly. I wanted to touch them. Actually, more than anything, I wanted Brad or even Annette to touch them.

“Wow!” said Brad, “you look even better without your clothes, Brenda. Lovely tits, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

Actually, I didn’t mind at all. I was creaming my panties, relishing a hot young man ogling me through his camera, making sexy, complimentary remarks.

“I love the outfit,” Brad continued. “You look fabulous in stockings, and those panties look very sexy. And if I’m not mistaken, rather wet.”

I never thought I looked that good in suspenders. Annette has this taut young body, and the straps just float over her skin. I’m a bit more fleshy, and I think I bulge out around the lace. Brad clearly didn’t seem to think so. I realised, to my surprise and delight, that he still had quite a hard on. This couldn’t still be left over from Annette — this had to be for me!

Almost the first thing he asked me to do was unlace the ribbon from the panties. “Nice and slow, Brenda. Let me take lots of shots as you open up that naughty slit.” Whether he meant the slit in the panties or the flesh one underneath, I wasn’t sure, but the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me, had me trembling.

Once the bow-fastening was undone, the satin ribbon had to be drawn slowly out to open the crotch of the panties. This was quite fun in itself — the slippery satin rubs on your pussy lips as it slides out. Brad made the most of it, taking shots from lots of angles, Kartal travesti including lying on his back on the floor as I straddled him. Once the ribbon was out, he had me spread the opening wider so that the fabric framed my pussy, and then run the ribbon between my pussy lips. The friction on my clit and inner lips made me gasp, and Brad was quick to capture my facial expression, as well as close-ups of the action down below.

Then it was onto the bed, for lots of poses involving me opening my legs, or pulling my nipples to my mouth to lick them. This is one feat I can do that Annette can’t. Her boobs are firm and beautifully shaped, but no more than a B cup. Mine are rather bigger and quite a bit softer, so I can pleasure my own nipples if I wish. Normally I wish someone else would do it for me — they’re very sensitive when I’m aroused.

Finally the bra and then the panties came off, though Brad lingered over both. I don’t know how many shots he could get on a memory card, but I suspect that he’d already taken at least a hundred of me. As with Annette before me, the poses became more blatant, spreading my legs and giving the camera a serious ‘come-on’ expression. Actually, I felt so horny by now that Brad had dropped the camera and his trousers and shoved his cock into me, I wouldn’t have objected.

“God, you’re so wet, Brenda. Why don’t you put your fingers in your slit and play with your clit?”

Without a thought I did exactly as Brad suggested. Oh, it felt so good! The sensations were getting so strong. I turned my head, and saw Annette on the sofa. Like me, she had her hand between her legs. It always turned me on to watch Annette masturbate — usually so much so that I’d have my own hand or mouth between her legs after only a few moments.

Brad saw where I was looking and glanced round at Annette. “Hey, Annette. Would you like to join Brenda here on the bed?”

Annette stopped masturbating for a moment. “How much, Brad?” she asked.

“Oh — another two hundred.”

“No. At least four. Each.” Turned on as we both were, Annette knew when she could make some proper cash.

“What? That’s a lot of money, Annette. Another eight hundred just for a girl-girl session. And we haven’t asked Brenda yet if she’s interested. Are you, my sweet?”

Through my erotic haze, I realised that if I let Annette make love to me now, we would both walk away with £700. Not bad for an hour or two’s intense pleasure.

“Ye — yeah. Please” was all I was able to gasp.

“OK. Tell you what. Seven hundred between you. How does that sound?”

“Unacceptable,” Annette replied immediately. I was about to beg my lover to give me release and she was holding out for a paltry fifty quid each!

“OK, deal,” said Brad. “But, Annette — I get to fuck you after you’ve finished with Brenda.”

Annette got up off the sofa. “Deal,” she said. She almost threw herself onto the bed alongside me.

And suddenly, everything had got a bit more scary and a bit more exciting. I was going to make love with Annette, in front of a camera. Guys were going to buy pictures of me with my fingers and my tongue in my sweet girl’s pussy, and hers in mine. I had no doubt that Brad would capture our orgasms in close-up detail. And then I was going to watch while this young hunk stuck his nice young cock into my girlfriend. This was way beyond anything I’d ever imagined myself doing, even when I entered this studio.

But I wasn’t going back now. Annette’s first kiss was hot, hungry, demanding. Our sessions were usually slow, languid, romantic affairs, with lots of skin contact and gentle caresses before homing in to the sensitive areas. Now we were already far beyond that, and we gave Brad exactly what he was looking for. Our mouths and fingers found breasts and nipples, probed each other’s slits. Annette knelt over me, sucking at my hard engorged nipples, (which I adored), pressing her smooth, stockinged thigh tightly against my open pussy. We rolled over, and my fingers plunged into her wet, open love-hole, thrusting almost savagely in a way I knew she loved when she was very aroused.

Our cries and moans seemed to be exciting Brad as much as the scene we were showing him, He was leaning over us, snapping away, encouraging us with phrases like ‘that looks so hot, Annette’, and ‘oh yes, Brenda, let me hear how much you’re enjoying that’.

We shifted position a few times. I got Annette to kneel up, and fucked her with my fingers while I licked around her tight, puckered bum-hole, which I know she loves. We moved into scissors, which I think really turned Brad on, and which I usually like a lot. It’s very erotic, rubbing pussy to pussy with another (shaved) woman, especially one as sexy as Annette. Unfortunately, we found that our suspenders were a bit scratchy on each other’s inner thighs, so we quickly moved into a 69, licking and sucking each other’s pussies. Annette slid a finger, slick with my juices, into my bum. I love a finger in me there — nothing bigger, just a finger, skilfully inserted and withdrawn. Annette knew how to make it feel very good. So we lay there, with Annette crouched over me, my head towards the foot end of the bed, as I licked and sucked and finger-fucked my hot young lover. Brad circled us, closing in to get pictures of pussies and faces.

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Sitting at my computer one evening, trying to work my thoughts started drifting of my wants of you. The more I typed the less was accomplished. Until I just gave in and let my mind explore the fantasy that was building and let myself have what I was trying to hold back. And so it goes:

Just thinking about being in a room with thick, plush, soft carpet that you feel under your feet. Sparse furniture but a chair in the middle of the room. You are sitting on the chair void of all clothing and blindfolded. No sound but your own heartbeat. Then you feel hands on your neck, lightly dancing around your neck, your shoulders, your arms, to your chest. Kisses on your cheek around to your ears, the back of your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, your groin. Then nothing…you wait still nothing now slightly trembling waiting. You feel a breeze across the back of your shoulders. It’s me blowing softly on you, very softly. Anadolu Yakası Travesti Little chills overcome you as you then feel fingers lightly touching your chest around your nipples down your stomach to your sides. Sliding over your arms to your hands and back up again. Now your legs, knees down to your ankles feeling…something soft…ahh a feather gliding over you. Goosebumps all over you as the feather glides up the center of you over your groin. Then again nothing…

Now a kiss, deep, passionate, mind releasing. My tongue and yours circling each others. Minds floating as the kiss continues so very passionately. Now kissing your chin, neck and little kisses and tongue traveling down the front of you. Your hands not being allowed to touch. Pushing them away as they do…

”Must I tie you? Keep your hands still!”

Your cock has grown…it needs attention. My tongue licks the Antalya Travesti head, around the top and over the smooth surface of your now throbbing member. Lightly sliding down the shaft with my tongue to the base. Licking your balls, sucking them one by one so gently. Fingers sliding to your ass as you move to allow me to finger you. My tongue licking you and following back to your cock as it pulses with the touches. Now as you are ready to feel my mouth over your hardened cock… nothing You moan, wanting, needing…nothing

Asking for more, wanting…more My mouth takes you in all the way…DEEP. Hold…now sliding you in and out of my mouth slowly, slowly. My tongue gliding over you. Slide you in then all the way out, now IN all the way fast! Again hold…sliding out slowly

Sucking, tasting mmmmmmmmm so good!! Drops of precum oozing from you, oh the taste of you, making me so wet as you get Ataşehir Travesti more excited. Sliding on your cock as I begin to finger my pussy…oh how it has gotten so wet, so wanting, needing you…but not yet.

Harder pumping you, taking you deep in my mouth. My lips surrounding your shaft and my tongue gliding over you so wantingly.

“Will you cum for me…may I taste you? Let me have you…cum, now cum.”

Harder, faster, deep in my mouth. Fingering my pussy, sliding my fingers in and out of me as you feel deep stirrings from within. Getting ready, feeling the need, oh yes you are ready!!

NOW CUM, CUM NOWWWWW!!!!!!! EXPLODING!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…oh yes oh yes you came you came!!! OH GOD…me oh oh oh oh yessssss I AM OH YES OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Panting, panting…oh God I came too!!!!

My juices all over my fingers as I swallow all your hot cum. Licking it off my lips, swallowing your flow. Our minds free floating as we are calming down but trembling still.

Blindfold off now as you lay down on the floor, gathering yourself, feeling everything is right with the world and so content, so peaceful. I lay beside you and all is right.

We will continue.

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I strolled down the hallway of the company that I worked for, my heels clicking quietly on the tiled floor as the tails of my trench coat rustled behind me with each step. I had the earpiece of my glasses between my teeth as I started to remove my sunglasses from my face. In one hand I held the largest cup of coffee that the gas station on my way to work sold, I think it was 20 ounces, but I would have liked it if the cup were at least twice that size. I was dressed the way that I usually dressed for work, a pair of Dockers, a button down dress shirt and a pair of loafers. Today the Dockers were black and the shirt was white. I absently let my sunglasses slip into my breast pocket finally freeing the other glasses from my mouth so that I could drink some of the coffee that my body was begging for. The coffee had already begun to cool from its exposure to the cold winter morning outside. I was the network administrator for my company and also served as an outside consultant to other companies who could afford the fees that we charged. As a result of my position I had more leeway than the average employee, which gave me the opportunity to essentially create and enforce my own dress code regardless of how the others in the company thought I should appear.

My office was situated in a corner of the building that sometimes gave me the feeling of being in a closet. It was almost as if I was a child that the company was embarrassed by and kept hidden away from the general public. Personally, I thought it was funny and actually preferred being lost in the labyrinth of corridors as I was. It was a rather small office that had an equal small waiting room of sorts in front of the door. Actually the waiting room was just a wide section of the hallway where a chair had been placed against one wall and a small desk for a secretary against the other. The whole area had originally had an antiseptic hospital appearance to it, which I had tried to rectify. In actually I ended up created what seemed like a teenagers room with cheap carpet and a couple of ratty posters. However, my previous secretary had taken it upon herself to help me do a better job. As a result, there was a nice patch of dark blue carpet that covered the waiting area and the walls had been painted in a soothing cream color with two tastefully framed prints from some famous artist that I had never heard of before. Unfortunately for me, the secretary had retired about two months ago leaving me once again on my own. Although, my new secretary was much more interesting to look at than had been the other one, although I did wish that she would dress a little more suggestively than she did.

At the time that my previous secretary had retired, there had been quite a fight within the secretary pool as different people jockeyed and tried to get the position with me. I’m not entirely certain why they thought that I would not hear about what they said and why they wanted the position, but they had spoken quite freely. This attitude prompted me to insist on interviewing the people and I choose whom I wanted rather than the customary assignment system that the company employed. Apparently, many people had the opinion that I was easy to work for, I did not ask my secretary to do a whole lot and actually did a fair amount of their work myself. This led to a general opinion that working for me was the ideal place to be as there was hardly ever anything to do. I thought that that assessment was fairly accurate, however, I did not want someone unwilling to help me as my secretary, which gave me the idea of the interviews. I asked each person why they wanted to work with me; most of them gave me some rehearsed answer about wanting to learn more about computers or some other kind of bullshit. However, the one that I chose, a lady named Raylene, actually gave me an honest answer. She had said that she heard that I did not give a heavy workload to my secretary and since she was going to night school she hoped to have some time to study. Anybody who was willing to go to night school and be honest was someone I wanted. It caused quite a stir, but I insisted on having her and eventually got my way, after the computer systems within the personnel department mysteriously crashed and could not be brought back online, it seems everyone needs their access to the Internet. Raylene had been my secretary now for two weeks.

I rounded the last corner and found myself in my little waiting room. Raylene was sitting behind her little desk; it was one of those cheap wood things from Wal-Mart. She had her flat screen monitor on one corner of the desk, her phone on the other and an open textbook in the middle. It was almost comical as I looked at her, the first time I had seen this I thought she was asleep. Her face was close to the book and her long brown hair had fallen all around her head, given the impression that she was actually sleeping on the book. But, I now new better. She was majoring in psychology and had just begun her senior year. I figured Travesti that meant she would only be with me for another year, but I tried not to think about that too much. She was wearing a long yellow dress. The dress, if she were standing, would come down to her ankles. The neckline was a little low and gave a hint of the sizeable cleavage that she could display if she so chose, however, she kept it buttoned up and revealed next to nothing save for a small V coming down from her throat.

“Looks fun.” I said as I placed my coffee cup on an edge of her desk. She jumped slightly and then looked up, using her hands to brush the hair back from her face and over her shoulders. Her hair was pretty long and surprisingly thick. She wore a delicate pair of wire frame glasses that perched on her equally delicate nose. Even though she had only been with me for a couple of weeks, we had developed a friendship of sorts. Which means that she did claim sexual harassment for the crude or suggestive comments that I sometimes threw at her. It was strange, but somehow I seemed to be able to make a comment that would get another guy slapped and all I would get is a blushing laugh or at worse a nervous laugh. With Raylene, I always seemed to get the blushing laugh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you coming up.” She said with a smile as she slid a piece of paper into her book and quietly closed it. She knew that I did not mind her studying at work, in fact I encouraged it, however, she still seemed as though she felt she was doing something wrong when she did it.

“That was the point.” I told her taking another sip of my coffee and briefly wondering how pathetic life must have been before it, “I was trying to catch you naked.” She laughed with this as we both new the absurdity of such a statement, she just did not seem like the type who would be naked in public. Although, there was a part of me that believed there was more to this lady than met the eye.

“What have I got today?” I asked her drinking more of the coffee. With a flick of her wrist she moved her mouse around and with a couple of clicks brought up a new screen. Usually I checked my schedule myself, but I had gotten in the habit of asking her to do it, mainly because it kept me by her desk for a few more minutes.

“Uh,” she started then pushed her glasses up her nose, “ten you’ve got an onsite inspection and meeting with First National Bank, new network ground up. And, that is it. But, tomorrow you’ve got to be here at eight, meeting with CEO’s.”

“Great, just shoot me now.” I said realizing that I would basically be gone all-day and then in the morning a dreaded meeting with my bosses. I leaned forward and glanced at her textbook, the title was “A Sexual Odyssey: From Forbidden Fruit to Cybersex”. “Interesting, got an exam?” I asked her nodding towards the book. She glanced down at the book and blushed, not realizing that the title was showing as it was.

“No, research project that I’m trying to get a basis for.” She replied, still keeping her eyes on the book. I grunted a response, sensing that she was uncomfortable, or, or what? I thought.

“When you get a chance, could you get me copies of the Bank’s folder so I can take it with me?” I asked her, most of the preliminary work had already been done for their network.

She scooted her chair back and started rummaging through a little filing drawer in her desk. I grabbed my coffee cup and started towards the door to my office. Once upon a time there had been a large window next to my door, however I had had that replace with a one-way mirror. Many people thought it was strange, but that way I could see who was waiting to see me. During my time with the company I had learned that there were some people who had genuine problems with the computer systems and some who created their own. Thos who caused their own problems, tended to wait longer than those who did not.

“Well, if you need to do any hands on research, I’ll be in here.” I said to her as I neared the door. I knew that the smile on my face was evident in my voice. I glanced into the mirror, and saw her looking up over the edge of her desk. Her bangs had fallen onto her forehead and a length of hair had fallen to obscure her right eye. However, I could clearly see her looking at my butt. The surprised me and I considered wiggling it back and forth but decided against it. Her eyes shifted and she saw that I could see her in the mirror, she saw the smile on my face as I opened the door and just before I stepped through, her head darted back below the surface of the desk, she had turned a shade of red that I do not recall ever seeing before. I closed the door behind me.
My office contained the same dark blue carpet and cream walls as my little waiting room. My desk was also one of those imitation things from Wal-Mart, although it was the biggest model that they had. There were three flat screen monitors on my desk all of them hooked up to my computer. Along one wall was Ankara Travesti a bookshelf that was stacked full of books; occasionally I used them but not very often. Behind my desk was my chair, a black leather full back reclining thing that also came from Wal-Mart. Raylene had one as well and there were two more on the visiting side of my desk. I also had a little futon kind of couch against one wall that had in the past served as a bed when I dealt with serious network problems. I shivered as I remembered the chaos of the 2000 switchover and that despite my calming reassurances; everyone had been in a panic.

I placed my nearly empty coffee cup on the desk and dropped into my chair. I moved my mouse, to kill the screensaver and watched as my three monitors all cleared. Nothing interesting on the network, no emails, a good start to the day. I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet on the desk. I looked through the mirror as Raylene placed a folder on one edge of her desk then opened her textbook again. Once again she looked as though she had fallen asleep. I toyed with the idea of trying to mount a hidden camera out there somewhere, but decided that there was no real point. Glancing at my watch, I decided that I had about an hour before I had to leave for the day. My coffee cup was empty, so I decided to just sit and wait. I watched Raylene through the window, letting my mind drift this way and that. She had pulled out a notebook and was now writing some things down on a blank piece of paper. Eventually it was time for me to leave.

“See you tomorrow.” I told my secretary as I grabbed the folder that she had placed on the edge of the desk.

“At eight.” She told me without looking up from her book and notes. I could not read what she had written, but it looked like a series of questions based on all the question marks at the end of each line. I thought about her as I walked away and towards my car. She seemed strange to me. She was the quintessential nerd of the eighties, she seemed extremely shy and did not seem to have too many friends, and I based the last on the fact that I had never seen her talking to anyone on the phone unless it was business. And yet, I could not shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. Much more in fact.

I arrived the next morning about thirty minutes before eight. I was wearing a gray flannel suit. The trousers were freshly pressed and blended well with the black Bostonians that I had on. I had a white button down shirt, tucked into the gray slack separated by a black leather belt. I was wearing an aqua patterned silk tie that stood out in brilliant colors against the dark gray of the suit. The jacket was double breasted, however I had none of the buttons fastened on it. My coffee steamed in one hand as I arrived in my waiting room. Raylene had not made it into work yet, which did not surprise me as I had not expected to see her, although by the edge of her desk she had left a stack of papers that I assumed I would need for the meeting. I grabbed them as I walked by and entered my office.

The lights came on slowly as I sat down behind my desk and glanced through the stack of papers. It looked as though the meeting was going to revolve around budgets and other financial things that I did not care about. But, I knew that I would get thrown a bunch of questions about why things cost so much and need to figure out a way to tell them. They were a bunch of computer illiterate people who would not understand the true reason. Oh, well, let the games begin, I thought as I rose to my feet. By the time that I reached the conference room I realized that I had left my coffee behind and silently fussed at myself about the oversight.

The meeting was a little over an hour long and was pure hell to get through. I hated those meetings, and could already feel the start of a headache coming on. I dumped the papers in a wastebasket as I walked down a hall. With one hand I gave a sharp tug and loosened my tie down to the third button on my shirt. I undid the button at my neck finally feeling as though I could breath again. I rounded another corner and came into my waiting room once again. Normally I would have slowed my pace and started thinking of something witty to say but not this time. I walked past my secretary’s desk and as I reached for the door handle I heard her voice.

“Wait, please.” Her voice seemed distant and soft, almost timid. I turned and saw her rising from her seat behind her desk. Today she was dressed in a pair of purple slacks with a matching purple blouse. Once again, the blouse could have revealed the temptation of her cleavage, however, with all the buttons fastened all it did was let an observer know that they were missing quite a treat. “I was left some instructions by your previous secretary.” She was coming towards me, somewhat hesitantly, and I noticed her hand. She was holding a new cup of coffee with four Advils sitting on the plastic lid. I laughed as I took İstanbul Travesti the items from her. “She said that you did not handle these meetings very well.”

“She was right, although I think you just made me look forward to the next one. Thanks.” I told her with a smile and entered my office.

I had been sitting behind my desk for about thirty minutes and was beginning to feel the Advil pushing the headache away. I had drunk about half of the coffee and was starting to relax. I smiled to myself as I looked out into the waiting room and saw Raylene glancing at her notebook and textbook, she seemed as though she were double checking something. I moved up closer behind my desk and launched a solitaire program on one of my monitors. As I lazily moved cards around on my screen, a new window suddenly popped up in front of what I was doing.

“Do you have a minute?” light blue text appeared within the window. I glanced at it and saw that it was an internal message within our network. Looking at the sender’s ID I saw that it was Raylene.

“Sure.” I typed back.

“May I come in?” her reply flashed back in a second or so.

“Sure.” I typed again and then the window closed. I wondered what that was all about as I glanced through the mirror and saw her rise to her feet grabbing her notebook and a pen. She moved towards the door, seemed to hesitate for a moment and actually began to turn back to her desk before she seemed to decide to go ahead. The door silently opened and she stepped in. She methodically closed the door behind; everything she was doing was methodical, almost as though she was wondering if she could still change her mind.

“Are you sure your not too busy?” she asked quietly as she stood at the opposite side of my desk.

“I’m sure.” I smiled to her and pointed to one of the chairs as I drank some of the coffee. “Thank you again, by the way.” I said indicating the coffee cup as I sat it back down on my desk.

“Oh, your welcome.” She replied almost seeming as though she was blushing. We sat there for a couple of minutes, I was just kind of waiting, since I did not know what she wanted I did not know what to say. She had opened her notebook and was glancing through the first couple of pages seeming to be ignoring me; I could not help but smile at the absurdity of the situation and my first thought. It’s almost like she has a crush on me or something, I thought unbelievingly. She glanced over at me as though she had forgotten I was there when she heard me take another sip from the cup.

“Sorry.” She said then put her notebook firmly on her lap as though she had made a final decision, “Could I ask you some questions, kind of interview you?”

“Sure.” I said with a smile shrugging m shoulders.

“Kind of personal questions?”

“Yeah, why not.” I told her again leaning back in my chair.

“Well, very personal questions?” she seemed to be losing some of her uncertainty.

“Sounds like fun.” I replied with a smile. She seemed to accept my answer and after another glance at me looked down at her notebook.

“Do you masturbate?” She asked and I could not help but cough in surprise. She looked up quickly then just as quickly looked back down and began to close her notebook, “I’m sorry.” She said as she began to stand up.

“No no, don’t worry about it, I didn’t realize you meant that kind of personal. This is for that research paper thing, right?” I asked her.

“Yes, it is. I just thought that maybe, but I don’t think it’s a good idea now.”

“Yeah, its fine, sit down, fire away.” I said leaning back into my chair again after recovering from the initial shock, “What was the question again?”

“Well, do you masturbate.”

“Oh, yeah how could I forget that one.” I laughed lightly breaking her tension and folded my hands under my chin, “Yeah, I do.”

“How often, would you say? On average?” she asked, she was trying to keep her voice clinical and professional, but I could tell that she was quite nervous.

“What? I don’t get to ask questions?” I told her in mock shock, “relax, and I guess I would have to say probably three times a week, though my record is three times in one day.” I answered proudly and pretended to pound on my chest. I caught the glimmer of a smile from her in response and knew that she was starting to settle down.

“I might answer a couple of questions when I’m done, fair?” she asked looking over at me for the first time since she had started asking questions.

“Yeah, that’ll do.”

“Three times you said?” one of her eyebrows rose slightly.

“Yeah, oh you mean in one day, yeah I did that once, just be happy you weren’t around me that day.” I said with a laugh. She smiled but there was a twinkle in her eyes that seemed to convey that she would not have minded at all. She wrote something done in her notebook and then seemed to scan over a couple of lines.

“Uhm,” she seemed to be thinking her eyes moving from line to line on her notes, “oh, do you look at adult material when you do?” It surprised me how she seemed to have settled down, and while she might have still been a little nervous she was not blushing with each question. At least, she was not brushing as brightly as when she had started.

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“Super damn him for making me this blisteringly horney,” Sydney said as she turned off the water and stepped from the shower. She had just grabbed the towel when she heard a knock. “Just a moment, please” she called. Drying quickly and adorning the soft, plush terry cloth robe, she opened the door to find Georgi waiting. Sydney was plunged back to her vision by the statuesque young beauty. Sydney felt she could hardly walk she was so filled with sexual desire. Her libido had never been running this fast before. The fantasy of her and Yuri was so strong, so real it brought her to a new awareness. “Are you ready for your next appointment?” she asked cheerfully.

“Yes. Do I need to take anything?” Sydney replied

“No ma’am, just follow me,” she instructed and they started down the hall. Sydney imagined she could hear her privates squishing as she followed Georgi’s perfect butt outlined through a pair of short athletic shorts. “Did Yuri treat you well?” Sydney was asked.

“Yes, he was wonderful. Unfortunately, I fell asleep during the massage. I am a bit embarrassed,” Sydney explained. She quickly changed the subject. “I actually I hear congratulations are in order. Yuri tells me you two are engaged.”

“Yes, this summer. We are planning to have the marriage here. The management said that we could have the ballroom for nothing. Here we are. I think you will find Halimah just as capable. I will be back when she is through.”

“Thank you.” Sydney entered the room to find the most beautiful set of deep, dark eyes she had ever seen. They were like pools of deep chocolate. Behind the eyes was an exotic petite dark-skinned woman, with lustrous deep auburn hair. “Professor Hawthorne?” came a soft, melodic voice. The young woman must be in her early 20s. She held herself tall, almost regally, even though she must have been less than five and a half feet tall.

“Yes. Hello … You must be Halimah. So what wonderful delights do you have planned for me,” Sydney said as she offered her hand. Halimah grasped it with the most delicate fingers Sydney had ever seen.

“Yes ma’am. Your husband has purchased a facial, manicure and a pedicure. I will start with the pedicure, then proceed to the manicure, and finish with the facial. This allows the polish to dry. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable.” Halimah spoke confidently and with a formal accent. Her voice was soft and musical, like a flute or oboe. It flowed from her exquisite face with the quality of a master musician. “First thing is you must choose a color.”

“Thank you. It has been … well … I guess my wedding since my last manicure and pedicure and I have never had a facial.” Sydney replied as she situated herself in the chair Halimah indicated and selected a pale pink nail color.

“Well then, I shall work extra hard to make this a very pleasurable experience,” Halimah sang as she pulled up her work stool. “So how many years have you been married?” Halimah asked as she started to wash Sydney’s feet. “Almost 20 years now,” Sydney replied.

“My, that is a long time. Your husband must be a wonderful man to be married so long. But again, he did arrange this weekend.” Halimah chatted as she scrubbed Sydney’s feet with a stone. “Do you get away much?” she inquired. “No, not at all. In fact this is the first time away since we had children,” Sydney answered.

“My, My. Why this weekend? Is it your anniversary or maybe a birthday present?”

No. Nothing like that,” and Professor Bailey-Hawthorne began to tell how she had been working out for two years and had lost 100 pounds and this was her reward. She explained that it was a complete surprise.”

“That is the type of man I wish to marry. But I have not found him yet,” Halimah bemused.

“Do not worry, Halimah. You are young and have time. Besides, a beautiful woman like you should have not problem finding dates,” Sydney said in a motherly way.

“I hope so,” Halimah prayed. The two women continued to chat as Halimah massaged and pampered Sydney’s feet and ankles. Sydney did not get many chances to have a “Girl’s Chat”. She thoroughly enjoyed the banter about Halimah’s homeland, the goings-on at the spa and at the college, about life in general. “I am done here and ready for your hands,” Halimah announced.

“WOW! My feet look and feel great. You really are a master,” Sydney exclaimed. “My toes have never looked so good nor have my feet felt so smooth.”

“Thank you Professor,” Halimah said as she took Sydney’s hand in her own elegant fingers. The conversation continued as Sydney talked about her kids, Nate, and her job. Halimah included information about her family and one particular young man back home. Overall, it was a very pleasant conversation, refreshing in a way. Having only college professors to talk to is intellectually fulfilling, but lacks some of the informal pleasantries that most people need Antalya Travesti and women thrive on.

“I have finished with your hands. How do they look?” Halimah asked. “Just fabulous my dear; just fabulous!” Sydney praised.

“Well, I need to lower the chair and lean it back so I can reach your face. I am not so tall.”

“That is fine my dear. I just hope I will be better company that I was for poor Yuri. I fell asleep during his massage. I was so embarrassed.”

“Many have fallen asleep on his table, me included, several times in fact. But I hear he is the best. And so handsome. Georgi is so lucky to be his fiancé,” Halimah sighed. “OK I am ready, please lean back, close you eyes, and relax. Do not worry about falling asleep. With your eyes closed you will no doubt drift off. That is fine, most do,” she informed Sydney.

Doing as she was instructed, Sydney relaxed and shut her eyes. She felt a smooth lotion applied to her face. It smelled of flowers and herbs, putting her mind at rest. She heard Halimah explain what she was doing in her sweet, soft, musical voice. It was not long until Sydney was again asleep and drifting to far away places.

Sydney heard raucous laughter and bawdy singing. She was in a large room with many people having what Sydney thought was some sort of banquet, like the ones you would see Robin Hood or Ivanhoe. “No!” Sydney thought out loud as she scanned the room. No, it was more like a banquet out of Ali Baba or the Arabian Nights.

Sydney suddenly became aware of the leather collar around her neck. She also was shocked to realize her hands were cuffed together by a leather band of a foot and half in length. But what was the ultimate shock, Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne, professor of mathematics, wife and mother of two, was naked, kneeling at the feet of her husband, who was sitting on a throne, dressed as an Arabian prince and holding the other end of the leash.

“My Prince,” she her someone say and turned her face to see a pair tight leather pants and knee-high boots. She raised her face more and viewed a fleece vest opened at the front showing a well formed chest and flat abs. She also noticed metal bands on his arms, highlighting his powerful arms. She was surprised to see Yuri smiling down at her. Georgi was on his arm dressed likewise but she wore a fleece half vest, displaying copious amounts of cleavage and her tight abs. Her perfect legs and fine butt obvious through her skin tight black leather pants. “I see you have a new beauty,” said Yuri. Georgi bent and stroked Sydney’s face as she would have a favorite pet. “If I may say, my Prince, this lovely is the most beautiful yet,” Georgi added. They bowed and took their seats.

“Good evening, my lord,” came a voice Sydney knew too well. Standing before her, lording over Sydney’s submissive state was no other than Tina Tilly. She was dressed in a golden bustier, her breasts cupped, almost spilling out, in an elegant display of ebony flesh. She wore a filmy silver skirt allowing Sydney and all others to view her long, firm legs. Her feet were wrapped in golden sandals laced to the knee. Standing next to her was the young waiter, dressed in a dark blue military-style tunic, black boots, and a deep blue kilt belted with a wide black leather belt. “Beware this pet, your highness. She looks to be part wild cat,” Tina laughed as she took the young man’s arm and walked seductively away.

Others passed, all acknowledging Nate’s nobility and some commenting on Sydney. She was called a pet, a toy, night-time plaything, and a beauty. All the while, Sydney was taken aback by the ultimate submissive posture she was in. She felt embarrassed and at the same time, the picture of her, totally submissive, at the feet of her master, turned her on.

As soon as all the guests were seated, large-breasted serving wenches in tight bodices brought trays heaped with roasted meats, breads, fruits, and grilled vegetables. Copious amounts of wine were poured into golden goblets. The guests grew rowdier and bawdier. The slower serving girls were snatched and pulled into the laps of both men and women. Many of the wenches, however, expertly swerved, escaping the lustful lunges, each time playfully chastising the unfortunate guest. Lewd songs erupted spontaneously among the tables and raucous laughter floated over the crowd. The drunken, lascivious orgy seemed to build through the night until just before midnight, Nate stood. An expectant hush fell over the crowd as Nate spoke.

“My friends! A toast to fine food, fine wine, a lusty life,” Nate proclaimed as he raised his goblet. The drunken swarm erupted in salutes. Nate raised his hand and again the throng hushed. “I have some very special entertainment this night. No it is not my new pet although she may show her talents to me later,” Nate said as the guests laughed boisterously. “No, I have another treat for Konya Travesti you; one of exceptional beauty and exquisite grace. A fine delicacy that is bound to rise more than just eyebrows,” Nate insinuated as he sipped his wine. With that he motioned to the guards at the main entrance.

They opened the doors and a lone drummer entered the room followed by two large, bare-chested men carrying a very large basket. Sydney recognized the drummer as the front desk clerk. He was dressed only in a loin cloth and a turban. His sinewy chest and legs glistened as he took a seat and placed the drum in his lap. The room fell silent and the drummer started, creating a slow, steady rhythm that was at the same time complex and driving. Sydney heard the sound of bells. They kept pace with the drummer’s tempo but produced a hypnotic counter rhythm.

The lid of the basket slowly slid open and two hands unhurriedly snaked from the opening. The hands, holding small silver bells, were gracefully by two followed lovely arms, twisting and intertwining to the music. Smoothly following the arms was a set of dark eyes; deep chocolate pools, mysterious and mesmerizing. They were framed by deep lustrous auburn curls. Her face was cover with a translucent silken veil held in place by a fine silver rope around her auburn locks. Finally, as if summoned by a snake charmer, a petite form fluidly rose, writhing in beat with the drummer. The two large men, lifter the dancer from the basket and she landed lightly on her feet.

The dancer wore a golden halter, beaded and bejeweled. He tight, flat belly was uncovered except for the deep red ruby in her navel and a thin silver strand of bells lovingly encircling her waist. The dancer’s hips and legs were covered with more silky veils. More silver bells encircled each ankle and her small, perfect feet were bare. Her movements were fluid, with the grace of a gazelle. The dancer skipped lightly as if she did not touch the ground, the bells on her delicate fingers and toes kept the spellbinding rhythm led by the drummer.

The dancer hips shook and vibrated making the silky wraps ripple. Each movement choreographed with expert precision to draw attention to different parts of the dancer. Her arms weaved erotic and hypnotic patterns before and beside her.

Expertly, the dancer moved around the room. She floated from table to table. She teased selected guests, and then elegantly danced away, leaving the subject languishing. She moved from patron to patron, leaving a wake of stunned guests. Slowly the drummer increased the tempo. The dancer, match him beat for beat. Sydney felt herself sway to the music, wishing she could join the danseur noble in her conquest of the patrons.

The rhythmic figure shimmied through the guest. Her hips swaying quickly side to side. She approached Tina and the young waiter. Looking deeply into the ebony beauty’s eyes, the dance detached a veil from her hips. She sauntered, seductively toward Tina, bewitchingly taking one step forward, entrancingly flipping one hip then repeating with the other. Sydney could see Tina’s breathing increase. Her bosoms strained against the corset. The dance reached Tina and alluringly threw the veil over Tina’s shoulders. The dancer deftly leaped into the air, twirling her rich auburn hair, leaving the veil covering Tina Tilly. Tina did not move as the fine fabric formed a golden mantle, matching Tina’s bustier. Sydney saw a burning desire in Tina’s eyes and her breasts heaved against the restraints of her bustier.

The dancer had moved on. She spun and moved to another patron. With acrobat-like moves, she vaulted onto a table, landing so gently and precisely that not one drop of wine was spilled. She nimbly danced down the length of the table, hips, hands, and beaded halter vibrating furiously; the silk scarves rippling around her feet. The dancer dexterously somersaulted three times, her feat lightly striking the table. Sydney was amazed not a single dish was disturbed. With a flourish, she picked up with the drummer’s beat. Leaving a fine silky sheet playfully sliding from another patron’s head on to the table.

The tempo increased. The danseur’s hips keeping expert pace with the driving pace. Waves of silk flowed down her legs as her hips vibrated hypnotically. She detached another veil and arched it over yet another guest. She pulled the patron toward her. Sydney watched as the dancer shook her breasts, in the same spot as the rest of her body shimmied forward, creating a graceful arch. Just as the guest was about to kiss her cleavage, she deftly flipped the silk back over the patron and wrapped it around his hands, effectively binding him. As the crowd howled with laughter, the dancer blew the patron a kiss and skipped away.

Spinning and skipping, the erotic coryphée floated through the crowd once again. As she pirouetted down the tables, Sydney İzmir Travesti noticed the hungry look on each person’s face. She realized that she too was caught in this small figure’s spell. The rhythm of the drum and the bells intensified her passion. She started to rise. A small tug on her leash reminded her that she was in forbidden territory. As she looked back at Nate and noticed the same hungry look in his eyes. Her position also allowed her a close view of his growing manhood, restricted under his trousers. Smiling, she returned her attention back to the dancer, just in time to see another veil drop.

Sydney noticed much more of the dancer was exposed. In fact, Sydney could see that the dancer was covered by only a veil in the front, one in the back and one covering her face. The dancer twisted, flipped, and twirled steadily around the room; her feet a blaze of hypnotic patterns, the bells tinkling, and the drum pulsating. As the dancer and the drummer intensified their lustful ballet, Sydney’s lust increased. The heat and sexual intensity increased in the room. Nate was growing even larger, his member straining against its imprisonment. The drummer’s beat sped up as did the dancer’s counterpoint. Suddenly she stopped in mid-move, the drummer stopped, the crowd stopped breathing, the world around them seemed to stop.

All eyes were on the graceful petite figure. However, she was looking straight at Yuri. He was looking back, entranced. The drum stoked once. One small foot moved forward. A second stroke and with a flourish of her hip, the dancer stepped the other foot forward. Beat … Step … Beat … Flourish … The tempo quicken with each beat until it resumed and exceeded the previous tempo. The ecdysiast’s hips and halter were flying at amazing speeds. Closer and closer to Yuri she moved. He could not move, trapped in this small spider’s erotic web. She danced right up to Yuri, moved her face to within inches of his. She then turned on her heals and performed the move amazing back bend. Her body seemed to defy gravity. It seemed to float. She righted her self and cart wheeled away, leaving two veils, binding Yuri and Georgi together.

As the drummer played an amazingly intricate and intensely racing rhythm, the figurante burst into a full run then completed a series of hand springs like a gymnast across the mat. She vaulted in the air, spinning and flipping over Nate and was hidden from the crowd by his throne. The drummer expertly stoked his drum in to a roll. However, the dancer did not reappear. Just as Nate was turning to see what was happening, the dancer adroitly leaped over Sydney and onto the head table, landing gracefully, facing Nate. The last veil floated softly onto Sydney, covering one shoulder and breast. Sydney looked at the table, and there stood Halimah, nude except for the belt of bells around her waist and ankles. She ceremoniously threw one arm into the triumphantly.

The drummer stopped. The dance was over and Halimah stood on the table before Nate, glistening with perspiration; her pert breasts heaving from the exertion. The ruby in her navel set off her flat belly. Her slim hip encircled by the belt of silver bells and her auburn hair was both wild and plastered against face. All eyes were on this small nude beauty that had aroused the room.

Nate sat stunned, staring in to Halimah’s deep eyes, mesmerized. His hands gripped the arms of his throne tightly. He was no longer the master but was held, submissive to the delicate form before him. She had total power the Prince. She could do anything she wanted. Halimah was for the moment queen of Nate’s domain. She reached out and pulled him roughly to her. She pulled his face toward hers, his lips being pulled into hers …

“Professor Hawthorne … Professor Hawthorne … Madam I am finished,” Sydney heard Halimah’s melodic voice arouse her from her dream. “How do you feel?” she asked.

“Oh My! Did I fall asleep?” Sydney asked.

“Yes. I am afraid so. But I am finished. How do you feel?” Halimah inquired.

Sydney wanted to say “So horney I would fuck that broom over there.” But she instead said, “Like a new woman. One I never knew I could be. Do I owe you anything?”

“No madam. You husband has already paid me and left me a very generous tip,’ Halimah answered. “You can wait here for Georgi if you wish. I have to leave for another appointment. It was good to meet you. I hope you have a wonderful stay,” she said as she gathered her belongings.

“Thank you. Halimah,” she added. “You be patient about meeting someone. I have a feeling someone special will be dancing into you life before you know it,” Sydney said confidently.

“I hope so. Good-bye professor” and Halimah left. Sydney relaxed in the chair and thought about her wild dream. This was a side of herself Sydney she had never encountered; never knew she had. She knew she would have to explore it deeper. However, the dream had intensified her lust. “If I don’t get fucked soon I will not be responsible for my actions” she murmured to herself. She sat exploring this “darker” side of her lust for some minutes more, until Georgi called to her from the doorway.

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