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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find errors.

*.*

Before driving to Flowers, to the one boot store she knew of, Gracie Taylor swung by the post office to check her P.O. Box. She nervously brushed her shoulder length light blonde hair back with her hand as her brown eyes searched every face carefully. She clutched her large canvas bag tightly.

A woman was checking her own box and Gracie shrank away. Just as Gracie was about to bolt for the door, the woman finished. The woman turned and gave Gracie a polite smile, but Gracie blushed, seeing a knowing smirk on the woman’s face.

Gracie’s latest issues of Parasols and Rub magazines were in. Gracie quickly dumped the two discretely packaged magazines into her large bag. There was also a discretely marked box in her P.O. Box.

Gracie again looked around to make sure no one was looking as she then shoved the box into her bag. A small piece of paper reminded her that the charge for her P.O. Box would be due in a month and she resolved to send them a payment.

“Hi, welcome to Cal’s. Anything in particular?” a bored sales clerk asked, toying with a display of cowboy hats.

“I uh, Nancy working today?” Gracie managed to blurt out.

“Nancy? Yeah, she’s in the back putting some stuff up,” the young man said, already losing interest.

Gracie looked at some boots on display. She looked at the brown ones, similar to the pair that Ms. Banks was wearing. But her eyes kept being drawn to a bright lipstick red boot that perched just out of reach.

“Jordin said you, Gracie! Hey!” Nicole said, then brightened.

“Ugh!” Gracie protested when she was hugged, then kissed, squarely on the lips.

“Oh my God! Hey! How have you been? Long time no see, huh?” Nancy asked cheerfully.

“Yeah, every time tried calling you, said this number’s no longer in service,” Gracie snapped, actually a little angered over Nancy’s perceived slight.

“Yeah, I know, and Eddy swears he paid the bill and had your phone number in my contacts and when it died, couldn’t find you,” Nancy admitted.

“Plus that, kind of embarrassed,” she mumbled, looking away from Gracie.

“Embarrassed?” Gracie asked.

“Lost the house, lost all the furniture, Eddy’s truck died, needed a new thingamabob or whatchamacallit,” Nancy admitted.

She then looked at Gracie. She shook her head slightly, which caused her hair to fall slightly into her face.

Gracie looked at Nancy. Nancy still looked cute, beautiful actually, with her brown hair dangling in her face. The snap button western shirt had decorative sequins around her small breasts and her blue jeans looked quite tight, sexy on her full hips. Nancy’s feet were jammed into a pair of high heeled cowboy boots and she wore a matching leather belt with large horsehead buckle.

“Then, when Eddy found out about the baby?” Nancy said, pointing at her belly, then affecting a deep voice. “Ain’t mine. We been using condoms. How I know how many mother fuckers you ben fucking, huh? I mean, remember that time with Warren and Megan?”

“You, you’re pregnant?” Gracie squealed.

“Shh, shh, trying get on the insurance here,” Nancy hissed, waving her hands at Gracie.

“How far along?” Gracie whispered, checking that Jordin was now on the other side of the store, playing with a lasso.

“Right at about three months,” Nancy whispered in reply.

“So, where are y’all living now?” Gracie asked.

“Uh, I’m at my momma’s house. ‘Oh Nancy, really? Told you, didn’t we? Told you don’t need be living with Eddy; y’all ain’t even married. And now look at you, huh?'” Nancy said bitterly. “And Eddy? Hell if I know where he run off to.”

“Y’all on commission?” Gracie asked.

“Yeah, four percent,” Nancy stated.

“Okay, I’m about a size eight. Those red ones? Right there?” Gracie said.

“Uh, Gracie? Those? Those are five eighty nine,” Nancy said.

“Uh huh?” Gracie said. “Y’all got a belt goes with them? But I’d feel terrible wearing a horse’s head on my belt; y’all got, oh God, I don’t know, like a star or maybe a moon?”

“Be right back,” Nancy said.

By the time Nancy returned, Gracie had found three pairs of boot cut blue jeans, four cute western snap button blouses and two pairs of boot socks.

“This blue matches your eyes,” Gracie complimented, showing Nancy one of the blouses she’d picked out.

“Now, heel’s going slip just a bit, okay?” Nancy said opening the box. “Wouldn’t be able get your foot in them if they didn’t.”

“Oh! I love the insole of these,” Gracie said, taking a few steps.

“Uh, yeah, it’s like a memory foam or something,” Nancy agreed.

Okay. Oh, belt?” Gracie said.

“Right here. There’s this star buckle, here’s a crescent moon buckle, oh, and I thought these were kind of cute; they’re boots, see?” Nancy said, showing her three belt buckles that would affix to the red leather strap.

“Okay, and I need mecidiyeköy escort a can of saddle soap; y’all sell that here?” Gracie said.

“Oh, drove by the apartment other day, looking for your Jeep,” Nancy said as she carried the two boxes of boots; Gracie had also selected a light brown pair in a slightly different style. “Megan said she hadn’t seen you, thought you might have moved out.”

“When was that?” Gracie asked, putting belts, buckles, blouses and jeans onto the counter.

“‘Bout two months back, right after lost your number,” Nancy said.

“That bitch. That God damned bitch,” Gracie snarled. Knew I was right upstairs. She KNEW that.”

“Anyway,” Nancy said, ringing up the items. “Had drop out of nursing school so I’m here full time now.”

“Drop, oh Nancy! Oh, that’s terrible,” Gracie said.

Gracie zipped up her coat, checked the three bags, checked that everything was in them, including the can of saddle soap, then searched through the heavy glass door for her Mustang. The jade green automobile sat alone in the parking lot; she was the only customer in the store.

“Here, I’ll help you,” Nancy said, still feeling giddy over the one thousand and eighty seven dollar sale.

“Nancy, it’s cold outside,” Gracie said. “Just stand here, make sure no one touches my bags, okay?”

Gracie dashed outside, put the first bag into the small trunk, checked to see that her canvas bag was also still there. She slammed the trunk shut then raced back to the door.

“I seen that car! In your parking spot at the apartment. Megan should have known that was you,” Nancy said, pointing toward Gracie’s car.

“Probably did,” Gracie snapped. “Just didn’t want share.”

“That sounds like her,” Nancy agreed.

Gracie brought the second bag out, checked that the first bag was still in the trunk, checked that everything was still in that bag, and in her canvas bag. She put the second bag in, then slammed the trunk shut.

“I uh, thanks. I hope I’ll see you again,” Nancy said when Gracie grabbed the third bag.

“What time you get off?” Gracie asked, opening the bag, making sure nothing had been removed.

“It’s… Forty minutes,” Nancy said.

“Oh! Want get something to eat? You ever eat at that Benito’s?” Gracie asked.

“Ben, Gracie, I can’t afford, every penny I make’s going to paying my bills,” Nancy admitted.

“Nancy, I can afford it,” Gracie said. “Unless you already got, unless you don’t want to?”

“Let me call my momma, let her know I’ll be home later,” Nancy smiled.

Again, Gracie let out a grunt when her friend hugged, then kissed her.

For thirty minutes, Gracie walked around the small store, looking at everything. She tried on a few cowboy hats but Nancy smiled and shook her head ‘no’ at her. She tried on a long coat that had saddle slits, for horseback riding. Again, Nancy shook her head ‘no’ and Gracie had to admit; it just was not her style.

“Hmm, would you look at that,” Nancy said as a car pulled into the parking lot, then drove slowly around to the rear of the parking lot. “Hey Jordin, Shelley’s on time for once.”

“Isn’t that one of the signs of the Apocalypse?” Jordin agreed, still practicing with the lasso. “Swear to God, I’m going get this one of these times.”

“THAT will be one of the signs of the Apocalypse,” Nancy said.

“Hey Nancy? Go sit on a cactus, huh?” Jordin smiled.

“I’ll clock out, meet you at your car, okay?” Nancy said.

Gracie walked outside, got into her car and nervously waited. She constantly looked all around; suppose Nancy slipped out the rear of the store, ran away? Suppose Nancy didn’t really want to go eat with her, but was just too polite to simply refuse? How long should she sit and wait before finally driving off?

Her fears seemed to be confirmed when Nancy did walk around the side of the building, from the rear. Gracie wondered why Nancy had come from the rear of the building, instead of through the front door, the shortest route to the car.

Nancy scurried; the December wind blowing from the Atchafalaya was brutal.

“Hey!” Nancy said, hurriedly getting into the passenger seat. “Don’t know why, but Jenna? She’s the manager? Makes all of us have come in and leave through the back door.”

“Hey,” Gracie said in relief.

“So, when’d you get this car?” Nancy asked, looking around at the tan interior. “This is nice.”

“I uh, I’ve had it a couple months,” Gracie said, leaving off the fact she’d had to buy it because Nancy had driven her Jeep.

“Oh, give me your number again, Nancy demanded, digging her phone out of her purse. “Got a new phone; I’m on my momma’s plan now, not Eddy’s, so I shouldn’t lose it this time.”

“And I won’t give it out to anyone,” Nancy followed up, anticipating Gracie’s comment.

“Should have worn your boots; we’d be like an advertisement for the store,” Nancy said when Gracie pulled up to Benito’s Italian Dining.

“Oh my God no,” Gracie said.

She didn’t tell Nancy but she would have to wash every item of clothing she’d just bought, plus spray the insides aksaray escort of her new boots with disinfectant spray, then clean the outside of each boot; she was thrilled to have the can of saddle soap for this purpose. Then, and only then would she actually be able to wear any of the articles of clothing and footwear she’d bought. As it was, where she’d tried on some cowboy hats actually itched. Gracie knew she’d have to wash her hair twice when she got home.

“Hi, welcome to Benito’s; how many?” a smiling woman greeted them.

“Two,” Nancy said.

“It’s terrible; all the carbohydrates, but this place has their own breadsticks; they’re the best,” Gracie enthused as they looked over their menus.

“Manicotti, God, I haven’t had a good manicotti in forever,” Nancy said.

“It’s good here,” Gracie agreed.

“You’re still the prettiest girl I know, I swear,” Nancy said, looking at Gracie’s face in the flickering candlelight.

“Please, Nancy, please stop,” Gracie begged. “I’m nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

“But I mean it,” Nancy said. “Yeah, I’m getting that manicotti.”

“Oh, you won’t be disappointed. She never uses that frozen spinach,” their waitress enthused. “And what you want to drink?”

“Water’s fine,” Nancy smiled. “Gracie?”

“I, the uh, the sausage and peppers,” Gracie decided. “Water’s fine.”

“Bring y’all some breadsticks,” the waitress said, taking their menus.

Nancy confessed, after Eddy’s truck broke down, they’d received the first notice from their bank. Shortly after that, O’Neil’s had sent a notice that they were going to turn their case over to a collection agency unless Nancy and Eddy became current on their payments.

“And since we both signed on them? And since they can’t find Eddy? Guess who they coming after?” Nancy said.

“Manicotti…” their waitress said, placing the heaping platter in front of Nancy.

Nancy also confessed that she hated, absolutely hated living at home. Her father would not even speak to her, sometimes going as far as to abruptly stand up and walk out of the room if Nancy tried to talk to him.

“I mean, he’s always been this real passive aggressive prick,” Nancy said, swallowing her mouthful of food. “Damn! This is good. Here, try a bite.”

“I, no, Nancy, no, I, I can’t,” Gracie stammered when Nancy held out a fork of the food.

“Oh, okay,” Nancy shrugged, accepting that her host had a problem sharing food.

“And my mom? Likes to sigh a whole bunch, like her heart’s all broken,” Nancy said.

“So, how much do you owe?” Gracie asked. “On the O’Neil’s stuff.”

“Seventeen thousand,” Nancy said. “Keep paying, but don’t look like it’s ever going down any.”

“Please tell me you’re not just paying the minimum,” Gracie said.

“Well…” Nancy said.

Gracie stopped talking and started eating. Nancy continued talking as they ate. She admitted that her own car had been repossessed, not by the bank, but by her father. He had bought Nancy the car as a high school graduation gift. The man claimed, since he was the one who bought it, his was the name on the title, he paid the insurance on it, he could take it. He had then turned around and given the car to Nancy’s younger brother, Michael.

“So my mom, sitting there, sighing, looking like she’s just stepped in something sits there and drives me to work. Then got to call her come get me. My dad answers the phone? Don’t even say nothing, just hangs up. Guess he tells my mom; she usually shows up twenty, thirty minutes later,” Nancy said.

“Warren, I mean, what about Warren and Megan? They won’t let you stay with them?” Gracie asked.

“Oh, guess you hadn’t heard. Warren? Broke up with Megan. Yeah, blew a gasket about her dancing at that Caliente’s. Told him, since she was only one working, only one bringing in the money, he could leave,” Nancy said.

“Then you could…” Gracie said.

“And moves her new boyfriend in, some guy works off-shore. Old guy, gives me the heebie-jeebies just looking at him,” Nancy confided.

Gracie paid the check; both she and Nancy declined dessert.

“You, y’all still on Frontier Trail?” Gracie asked as they zipped up against the harsh wind waiting for them just past the glass door.

“Uh huh,” Nancy agreed and kissed Gracie softly. “Thank you for dinner. And thank you for being a friend. God, so nice be able eat and not be afraid even say something in case my mom starts screaming.”

“Friend,” Gracie said softly.

“And…” Nancy said and pushed on the door. “Argh!”

“Cold, cold, cold,” Gracie said and hit the key fob of her car so that the passenger door would unlock.

“Cold, cold, cold,” Nancy chanted as she hunkered down in the passenger seat.

Gracie drove slowly. She always drove the posted speed limit; in the four years she’d been driving, Gracie had never once been pulled over for a traffic infraction.

Tonight, she drove five miles under the speed limit, wanting to prolong her time with Nancy. Even if she did not want to admit it to herself, Gracie knew she would be masturbating later that night, thinking nişantaşı escort of the beautiful girl sitting in her car.

“And, right there, on the left,” Nancy said, pointing.

“I uh, so, uh, when you uh, you working tomorrow?” Gracie asked.

“Uh huh, nine to five thirty, same as today,” Nancy said.

“I uh, okay, well, I uh, great seeing you,” Gracie stammered.

“So great seeing you too; and I’m so glad I got your phone number again, Nancy enthused.

Gracie saw a curtain move. Nancy saw the curtain as well; her face took on a hard cast.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” Nancy said, leaning close to Gracie.

She put her hand on Gracie’s leg, at mid-thigh.

“I notice, you kind of tense up when I touch you. Thought maybe if I announced it first, you wouldn’t…” Nancy said, then grunted when Gracie leaned over and pressed her lips softly to her own lips.

“That that was okay?” Gracie asked, brown eyes searching Nancy’s light blue eyes.

“That was more than okay,” Nancy smiled. “Love you. Bye.”

“Love you too,” Gracie confessed as Nancy steeled herself, then opened the car door.

“Argh! Cold!” Nancy squealed and slammed the door shut.

Gracie watched as Nancy raced for the front door of the house. She sat in the driveway for a long moment after the door had closed behind Nancy before carefully backing out of the driveway.

Home, Gracie backed into the garage. She lowered the door and sat, motor still running, car still in gear. If she needed to, she would floor the accelerator, crash through the garage door and race to safety.

Finally convinced she was safe, Gracie put the car into park and killed the powerful engine. Then she checked all around again before getting out.

She hit the lock for the trunk, grabbed the top bag and slammed the trunk shut again. Then she hit the alarm code for the home security system.

It took three more trips to fully unload the car. As each bag came out of the trunk, Gracie would slam the trunk closed.

Then, after emptying the bags from Cal’s Western Wear, Gracie had to make yet another trip to the garage, to dump the clothing into the washing machine. She carefully read the directions for the saddle soap, found a scrap rag and wet it.

A text message from Nancy asked what she was doing. Gracie said she was starting to saddle soap her boots.

Nancy said she was getting ready to jump in the shower, complaining that her younger brother Michael had used up all the hot water, again. But her father complained if Nancy took a shower too late; said the sound of running water was distracting, irritating.

“Send me a selfie; I want to see your baby bump,” Gracie texted.

“What?” And a smiley face was Nancy’s reaction.

“And I want one every day, showing your tummy. I want to see the baby grow,” Gracie sent.

“That’s so beautiful,” Nancy responded.

“Hello?” Gracie answered when her phone chimed.

“That, that’s the most beautiful thing, I mean, God, Gracie,” Nancy sniffled into the phone.

“And I’ll save them all, make a slide show,” Gracie enthused. “It’ll show today all the way until you have the baby, okay?”

“That is just so beautiful,” Nancy sniffled again.

“I, I love you so much,” Gracie said.

“Love you too,” Nancy said. “Okay, let’s see…”

Gracie heard Nancy fumbling with something. Then her phone gave a ‘Ding’ and she saw she had a picture.

“There. You get it?” Nancy asked.

Gracie opened the picture and saw a nude Nancy, visible from neck down and knees up. Her belly did have a slight paunch to it. Gracie also saw that Nancy no longer trimmed her pubic region into a racing stripe. Her plump pubic mound was completely covered in a dense thicket of brown hairs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Gracie said.

“Got to hurry, take my shower now,” Nancy said.

“Love you,” Gracie said, but did not know if Nancy heard her.

Nancy’s response was fifteen minutes later, a selfie, lips pursed in a kiss. Gracie continued to rub the saddle soap into her boots, eyes drawn to the picture of Nancy, hair wet, face scrubbed clean of any cosmetics.

“You are so beautiful,” Gracie said into her Text App.

Which started a small argument of ‘You are’ ‘No, you are’ ‘No, you are’ until Nancy sent ‘We are.’

Gracie finished her red boots, again sprayed the interior with Lysol ® disinfectant spray, then opened the garage’s interior door. She carefully checked around, then slammed the door shut and sprinted for her washing machine. The clothes went into the dryer and she sprinted for the interior door again.

“Call me,” was waiting for her when she returned.

She called Nancy and the two chatted, laughing and giggling, until Nancy’s mother knocked on Nancy’s bedroom door and snapped that Nancy’s father wanted her to be quiet; he was trying to sleep.

“Good night. God, I swear, I cannot wait until I can get out of here,” Nancy whispered into the telephone.

“When will that be?” Gracie asked.

“Shit; I don’t know,” Nancy admitted.

Gracie tried to get ready for bed, but knowing there were a pair of brown boots and two leather belts that needed to be cleaned weighed on her mind. Sighing, she got out of bed, put a terry cloth robe on over her gauzy teddy, put fuzzy slippers on her feet and marched into the kitchen/dining room area again.

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The next day, I went through the motions of doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen and chores like that. I actually got quite a lot done while my mind sorted through ‘the situation’. I wondered why, in the year and a half we’d been seeing each other, Jerry and I had never talked seriously about moving in together. I had to admit that maybe neither of us wanted that much togetherness. We met when I had walked to a nearby park and he was there playing with his Lab, Bruno. So our places were near enough that we could easily spend time together. Even a short-notice booty call was always an option. Mostly we just stayed the night on weekends at his place or mine.

Sex with Jerry was really good. He was good-looking, fit and pretty sensitive for a guy. (Never mind about the bear hunting!) But lately, I had a vague feeling of boredom in the bedroom. What did I know about his viewpoint on two women having sex? I remembered he had a porn DVD once and we watched it together. He was excited about two women getting it on on the screen. I think we talked about it some and I think my response was lukewarm. I don’t recall any other clues. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone.

“Jerry?”

“Hi, Babe!

“Hi! Where are you?”

“We’re on the way home.” I could hear road noise in the background.

“Did you get a bear?” I asked.

“A boar you mean. And, yes, I got one. He was good size and he’s at the meat processor right now. Sausages in a week or so!”

“I can’t wait,” I said

“Did the play go ok?”

“Yes, it did. Marie was a perfect date.” (I couldn’t have been more truthful there!)

“Great. How about dinner tonight?”

“OK,” I said, “I still have half a lasagna in the freezer. I’ll make a salad. You bring the wine. Sound ok?

“Sure. I’ll unload the truck, take a quick nap and a shower and see you at 6:00.”

I felt the comfort of the familiar and was looking forward to the evening. Picturing Jerry in my mind, all five-foot-ten of him with his good build, his curly reddish blond hair, short on top and maybe closely shaved on his face and with his very blue eyes I felt a stirring in my loins! I guess I hadn’t flipped a switch and gone total lesbian.

Chores done and dinner more or less in order, I took a bath. I had enough time that I could ‘luxuriate’. By the time Jerry was due, I was clean, dry, my hair was in order and I smelled good too. I put on a touch of makeup and a shirt dress that buttoned up the front and only came to mid-thigh. I seemed to have overlooked underwear. I guess a little seduction was in the offing…

Just as I closed the oven door to heat the lasagna I heard the front door to my apartment open.

“Hello!” Jerry called as I went into the living room. I went to him for a hug and a kiss. As I crossed the living room, I thought how good he looked in khaki shorts, a subtly patterned blue Hawaiian shirt and sandals. He held me for a minute and I felt his hands on my back. Then my butt. Then he squeezed my butt cheek and said,

“Hey, what’s goin’ on here? It feels like you’re nekkid under that dress?”

I broke away from him and said, “Oh, it’s no big deal. I’m just hanging around home and wanted to be comfortable.”

“Well, even if it just a little ‘deal’ I like it!” he said.

“Dinner is in the oven but I could use a glass of that wine,” I said gesturing to the bottle standing on the front hall table.

“Oui, Mademoiselle,” he replied with a wink.

Jerry sat on the couch and I sat in a chair opposite him. While he was getting the wine, I had unbuttoned a button at the top of my dress and one at the bottom. I was aware of my nakedness under the dress but I tried to act indifferent to it. He told me about his hunting trip. I told him about The Lion King but I left out the afternoon’s activities. We chatted comfortably for a while but then the conversation dwindled amid a sense of expectation. Jerry didn’t know quite what was afoot so I took the lead. I got up and unbuttoned my dress down to the waist as I went to him. He looked a little questioningly as I leaned over him. His lips met mine for a slow warm kiss. I straddled his leg and lowered myself to sit on his knee with my bare pussy under the dress. I gyrated my hips to slide my pussy back and forth a little. By now he got the picture and we kissed deeply. I actually was getting friskier by the minute and started kissing a little frantically, going after his eyes and ears and cheeks and neck. Meanwhile, his hands found their way inside my dress and were going after my breasts with the same intensity. My breasts were being pinched, massaged, tugged, tweaked and all of it was revving me up even more. I sat back aways and started unbuttoning his shirt. He cooperated in taking it off and my hands immediately started feeling his muscular shoulders, sliding down to his biceps and back up again. I leaned forward and laid my head against his chest while my hand felt the soft curly red-gold hairs there. I then moved my hand to the crotch of his shorts which had become quite tight bursa eve gelen escort over their swelling contents. I massaged his package gently, adding to the swelling I’m sure. Finally, I stood back up off his knee, which I notice had a damp spot on it, and said:

“You’d better get out of those trousers, Mister. They’re interfering with my plans!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” he said while hurrying to comply. I was undoing the belt and last few buttons on my dress at the same time and in a flash, we were both standing there naked and his cock was standing there too. I immediately dropped to my knees and without a lot of finesse, took his unit in my mouth. With one hand I grasped the base of his shaft while working on its head with my tongue and lips. He was starting to moan with surprised appreciation at my enthusiastic assault. With my other hand, I fondled his balls and then reached between his legs to grab a firm ass-cheek.

After a minute or two, I backed away and said, “Alright, enough of that.”

He said, “Wait…!”

I said, “Come on down here,” and he knelt in front of me. I then pushed him down on the carpet and nudged him onto his back. I immediately straddled him and started sliding my now slippery pussy up and down the underside of his dick. I leaned forward and waggled my boobs in front of him and he responded appropriately by reaching up and resuming the fondling and pinching.

Soon, I said, “Give me your hands.”

I got up off my knees and onto my feet in a crouching position just above his cock. With the fingers of one hand laced with his, I used the other to guide his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I laced my other hand with his and he helped me keep my balance as I slowly sank down taking him all the way inside of me.

“Oooh,” I said, closing my eyes to savor the feeling.

“You got that right,” he murmured.

I sat still for a moment savoring the feeling of fullness. I kagled a bit to enhance the sensation. Then, I started bobbing up and down slowly at first. Then I would stop with the up and down and roll my hips back and forth getting his pubic bone to massage my clit while my vagina swished around his dick. This was really working for me and from the sound of his moans, Jerry was liking it too. We picked up the pace as I alternated between the bouncing up and down and rolling back and forth.

“I’m almost there,” I panted.

“Me too,” he panted back.

And with that I gave a loud whimper and came like a volcano, shivering and dropping back down to my knees and collapsing onto Jerry’s chest. He continued thrusting for a few second and then let out an “Arrgh!” and immediately tensed his whole body and slowed way down for the last few thrusts.

We lay like that for several minutes, at first both breathing so hard we sounded like freight trains. Then as we calmed down, we relaxed and I really enjoyed that union you feel with a good partner. Small licks of turmoil came back to me though as I recognized that I enjoyed the same feeling with Marie only yesterday. Then I thought, ‘that’s a worry for another time.’

“You’d better not make a spot on my carpet,” I warned.

“Me!? You’re the one likely to leak,” he responded with a grin.

“Ok, don’t move.”

I eased myself off his now wet and flagging dick and used my hand on my pussy to keep most of our love juice inside. I got to my feet rather unsteadily and made my way to the bathroom. After a little cleanup on myself, I took some tissues and a warm washcloth back out and got Jerry squared away.

“Mmm. That feels good,” he said as I mopped his junk with the warm cloth.

“Yeah? How about this?” I said and took his much-reduced manhood into my mouth and cleaned off the last traces of our encounter with my tongue.

“Mmm. Even better…” he said.

“Ok, lets see…” I said standing up and gesturing for him to do the same. We studied the floor and somehow there were no spots.

“Looks good,” I said.

He took me in his arms and we held each other for a few seconds when he said,

“So, Donna, what did I do to deserve such a warm welcome home?”

“You don’t think I’d serve dinner without an appetizer, do you?”

He grinned and said, “Well, that’s the best appetizer ever!”

He accepted my explanation for our fantastic sex but I knew in my heart that there was something more to it.

As the afternoon turned to dusk it was still warm. We put our clothes back on and proceeded to dinner. We discussed the upcoming week and agreed on some times to walk Bruno together. We talked about the coming work week. Jerry is an electrician working for a big contractor and he talked about a condo project he was working on. Toward the end of dinner, in a lull in the conversation, I asked,

“Jerry, how do you feel about two women having sex?”

He sat back in his chair, his fork clattered to his plate, he looked like he’d just been slapped and said,

“Where is that coming from?”

I realized my approach bursa escort may have been too revealing and the question alone could be taken as a threat to our relationship.

I said, “Never mind that for now, just tell me your thoughts.”

I forced myself to look straight at him. I could see he was thinking hard for most of a whole minute before he said,

“Well, the way you asked the question, I like the idea of it. Watching two sexy girls get it on on the porn flicks is hot. But, two fat old lesbian broads: not so much. There, I’d prefer ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell.’

“But I need to know why that question came up just now.”

I could see I painted myself into a corner. I screwed up my courage and said, “I had sex with a woman yesterday.”

This was a blow. He raised his hands to his head as if to cover his ears. His face was twitching with different emotions rolling through him: surprise, alarm, curiosity, disbelief. He looked at me, looked away and back at me again. He took a sip of wine and sat there still processing.

Finally, he said, “Ohh-kaay. What does it mean?”

“I’m really not sure,” I said. “The last hour or two should show that I haven’t totally switched sides. That’s what it showed to me at least. Jerry, I still love you as much as ever. I was pissed last week when you stood me up for the show. But Marie helped me get over it. She showed me I could have a very nice time even if you were out of town.”

“So, you liked it?” he said.

“Yes, I did,” I replied.

“Hmph,” he said and I could see he was sorting through thoughts.

He said as if thinking to himself, “So, an evening with Marie and you’re not mad at me anymore. And then some hot, welcome-home sex. That’s not all bad…”

Then his next thought, “So, Is Marie hot?”

“Oh, yeah.” I replied.

“Tell me about it. How exactly did this all come about?”

“Un-uh. For now, it’s a private thing. I would need to check with Marie to see how she feels about ‘kiss and tell’.”

“Can I meet her?”

“Let me talk to her and see where she’s at with all this.”

I could see he was processing furiously. After a minute he pushed his chair back and said, “Come here.”

I went to him and he sat me on his knee. He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and tucked his fingers in my moist, furry crotch. “So, she licked you here?” he asked, nudging me right in the pussy with his fingers.

I looked at him and just nodded with a faint smile.

“What if she does it better than me? Won’t you be running off to her all the time?”

“Well, you’ll just have to practice more to keep up.” I grinned.

Keeping his fingers on my pussy, he pulled me to him and we kissed warmly.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. “Let’s start now.”

We got up and he took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

I had my usual coffee and egg the next morning and gave some thought to the situation. By the time Jerry left the night before, we were as good as ever, I thought. It had been some time since we had had such good and plentiful sex. And after the initial shock, the girl sex seemed to fade. I knew it would emerge again though, and I needed to talk to Marie. Coincidentally, I saw on my tablet I had a Facebook ‘friend request’ from Marie. “Well, that’s certainly reasonable,” I thought. I got our accounts hooked up and headed off to work.

By mid-morning, I hadn’t run across Marie so I called her to see if we could meet.

“Well, I’m up to my eyeballs in the Rebco proposal right now,” she said. “But this afternoon it’ll be on a plane with Simpson and I should be able to breathe again. How about after work?”

“Sounds good. Do you know that place in the mall that has the café tables out front? We can sit inside and it should be quiet there.”

“Sure, I know it,” She replied. “5:30 ok? I can’t wait to hear how things are going.”

“We’ll talk. See you there.”

I hung up, somewhat relieved to have a plan to go forward even though I didn’t have a clear idea of what ‘forward’ meant.

I got to the café first and found a table. It was uncrowded at that time of day and I felt like it was a perfect spot to ‘talk’. I was sipping a soda when Marie walked in. As usual, she looked great in a dark blue silk blouse, floral print loose skirt and low heels. Today, it seemed she was lovelier than ever before. Hmm. As she got to the table I was on my feet and we embraced. But it was a little more than a casual hug. We held on for several moments. Then, quite naturally, we had a little kiss on the lips. I was glad that, we lived in a time and place where such a display would go unnoticed.

Marie ordered tea and then exhaled dramatically. She said, “Mike Simpson is a good guy and he gets the job done. But preparing these things is nerve-wracking. One minute it’s perfect and then, ten minutes later, we need to change it all around. Anyway, I’m glad Mike and his proposal are ‘out the door.'”

I smiled and said, “He’s lucky to have you.”

She görükle escort grinned back and said, “He knows it.”

After her first sip of tea, she visibly relaxed and said, “Sooo, how’s Jerry?”

“Pretty good, actually. All day, I was looking forward to seeing him. By the time he got to my place, I kind of seduced him. It was like I had to prove to myself I wasn’t a total lez.”

At this, Marie smiled.

I continued, “I guess I was also laying down some proof for Jerry, too. Later, when we were finishing dinner, I told him. He was visibly shocked at first. I think that if we hadn’t just had some pretty good sex, he would have been much more concerned that maybe we were ‘over’. He recovered pretty quickly and then became curious. I didn’t share any details. I told him I had to talk to you first to see how you felt.”

Marie had been following this intently and she responded, “Donna, first, how do you feel?”

“I feel pretty darn good actually. It’s as if I have been playing an acoustic guitar for years, and all of a sudden, you give me an electric guitar. Same principles but a whole different sound. Do I now hate acoustic guitar? Hell, no. It’s as great as ever.

“Sorry about the metaphor. But it seems that Jerry and I are good and you and I have become closer in more ways than one. If that’s all true, then I can’t see the downside.”

Marie said, “OK. Now here’s my side of the story: Obviously I set up our little Saturday afternoon encounter.”

“And,” I interrupted, “I have to thank you for that!”

She nodded and smiled and continued, “Well, it succeeded beyond my wildest imaginings. And the rest of the evening was wonderful, too. So, I feel a closeness with you that is very welcome in my life at the moment.”

At this, she reached across the table and took my hand. We just looked at each other and I felt my eyes tearing up a little. We held each other’s gaze for a moment and I could see she was emotional too. Finally, we returned to the here-and-now and I rummaged in my purse for a Kleenex.

“Anyway…,” I said as I wiped moisture from my cheeks.

“Yeah…,” Marie said as she did the same.

She sipped her tea and I pulled on my soda straw.

“Well, that covers us but what about Jerry?” she asked.

“All I know is he doesn’t ‘hate’ me for ‘cheating’ on him. I threw up a firewall around our time last Saturday. I’m sure he’s curious but I told him I wouldn’t talk about it unless you were ok with it.”

“As long as he can keep it among us, I’m ok with it. I’m not very bashful about sex but I do believe in discretion.” Here, she paused for a long beat. “Would the two of you be interested in having me as a guest in your bedroom?”

“Whew!” I said. “That would be something. Have you ever done that before?”

“A few times. It was quite fun.”

“Well, first, I’ll have to think about it,” I answered. “If I can get my head around it, I’ll feel Jerry out.”

“No problem. No pressure. I’m totally fine with whatever you want to do. But I would like to ‘see’ you again.”

I smiled and said, “Me too. Tomorrow I’d like to talk to Jerry and Wednesday is Yoga. What are you doing Thursday?”

“I’m open,” she answered.

“How about if we come here for a bite to eat and then go to my place and I’ll show you my little abode.”

“Sounds fine.”

We paid up and were about to part to our separate cars when I remembered something. “Oh, Marie, you said you had a place that I could get my pussy waxed.” I grinned and winked.

She smiled back and started poking around in her purse. She pulled out a card, handed it to me and said, “Here. Ask only for Lana. She’s great.”

“Well, you were right about Lana. She was great! She made a basically unpleasant experience about as comfortable as it could get.”

We were seated at the same table at the café, dining on soup and salad. Marie said, “So you went for it, huh?”

“Yup. Lana was very complementary about my pubic hair. She said it was fine enough that I could expect very good results.” I was amazed at myself talking about such intimate things so freely. “It was a little irritated down there at first but it’s settled down now to a nice smooth finish. It still tingles a little but I think that is psychological,” I said with a wink.

“I’m getting excited…” Marie said as if her imagination were working away.

Changing the subject, she said, “So what’s the latest with Jerry? I was checking out the photos on your Facebook page and Jerry is a pretty good-looking guy.”

“I’ll take that as a complement,” I said, “so thank you. Yes, he has a certain boyish charm. I told him about last Saturday and he seems good with it. He became quite curious, especially about you. Talking about it, we both got a little aroused. But it was late, and we were at the park walking Bruno. Plus, I had just seen Lana and was a little raw. I didn’t tell him about the waxing. It’ll be a surprise.”

“So, he doesn’t hate the idea of us together?”

“No. He knows I was meeting you tonight and he was fine with it,” I replied. “We looked at some of your Facebook photos, too. He said, ‘Wow, she’s hot!’ I think he’s intrigued. I’m sure he’s gonna want to hear all about this evening.”

Marie picked the check up off the table and said, “Well lets go make some stories for him to hear.”

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My family and I have always been very well off with my Father being a Stock- broker and my Mother in the fashion industry we were definitely not short on money. We all live together in our Stately home ‘Lilyfort Manor’ amongst the English countryside with beautiful gardens, wine cellar, stables and our own forest which we use for firewood in the winters. It really is a lot of fun.

I know, I know what you’re thinking ‘What a rich snob!’ But really I’m just like everyone else struggling with what to do in life and most of all love.

Although we live in grandeur and I can pretty much have anything I could wish for, one thing I haven’t been able to obtain is a long term loving relationship.

I’m only 24 but my parents are the kind that really want me to just settle down and find someone.

I mean so do I eventually, no-one wants to die alone you know. But trust me when I say some men I’ve been with definitely make me think otherwise on the matter, and the ones I do like never seem to stay for more than a month or two. In all honesty instead of trying to find ‘the one’ or just ‘make it work’ I made a New Year’s resolution to have much more fun and live out the ‘bachelorette’s lifestyle experiment a little more and really try to find myself sexually this year. And so far it’s been really working out well.

One Saturday evening it was getting past 10:00 having already knocked down a few white wines over dinner I was already feeling up for a good time.

As Mum and me where clearing up after dinner, I asked her,

“Mum could you ring up for someone to come to the house tonight for me?”

She replied with an endearing smile,

“Sure darling I’ll sort it, what’s it for this time? Sex I presume? “

“God YES! I need someone tonight I’ve had such a rough day. Shannon at work made me come up with new designs for her handbag line that’s coming out. I was only supposed to work on emails today. She really loves to take advantage of the interns.” I sighed remembering the stress Shannon put me through.

“Oh Elly I’m so sorry I’ll speak to Shannon on Monday.” Mum replied with a guilty tone in her voice.

“You know what she’s like when I’m not around she gets a bit of a power trip and starts taking advantage. But let’s forget about all that now. What time would you like me to organize the guests for?”

“Ummm about 11.30 would be great. Thanks Mum.”

“Your welcome sweetie anything for my only daughter!” She exclaimed giving me a hug to cheer me up.

“Your growing up so fast, working and nearly finishing your intern position with my business, it only seemed the other day we were celebrating your 18th.”

“I know its crazy. Thanks again for letting me work with the business Mum, I know you were worried about me cause I never know what to do with myself but I think this is gonna work out ok. “

“Ah your görükle escort bayan welcome sweetheart. You’ll do great I just know it. So, how about another wine to celebrate your first week as an intern?”she said pointing to the mini wine cellar hidden amongst the alcove in the wall.

“Oh go on then one more Isn’t going to hurt, I guess,” I said as she poured me and herself another large glass of Sauvignogn Blanc.

“Now you’ll be sensible tonight with your guests, won’t you? I know u like to have fun, but I don’t want you getting into any trouble,” she said whilst poking my belly.

“GOD MUM! Don’t worry I’m not going to get knocked up! We’ve gone through this before I always use protection. If your still that worried about me getting pregnant just ring in for some girls,” I laughed jokingly and walked away leaving my Mum looking a little shocked at my suggestion.

So off with my wine in hand I headed upstairs to my private apartment to relax and get ready for later.

Normally I would order some escorts or ring up some old mates myself, but we are such an open family when it comes to sex that when I’m feeling lazy I have no qualms asking Mum to organise things for me, she’s always been great with people on the phone anyways.

Its funny when I think about it, I literally have sex on tap in this house all I have to do is ask for it and it will come…with me included! It seems the more sex I’ve been able to have recently the more I crave, it’s an insatiable hunger that has to be fed every day now. It was definitely becoming a habit and not a bad one at that. Tonights fix couldn’t come any quicker… I was positively starving.

As I entered my apartment to wait for whoever would arrive, I wondered who Mummy would have picked for me, would she pick from my extensive close contact list or find someone completely random. I didn’t know and I liked it that way, surprise encounters where half the fun. Somedays it would be a guy I’ve never seen before or a long term on and off lover. Whoever was available really.

Sitting on my four-poster bed I got undressed and into something more comfortable, lit up a cigarette and thought back to the countless men that had been with me in this room and all the naughty things we would get up to.

Although my parents know I’m not innocent any more they’d be downright shocked at what goes on up here. I’m forever thankful I have the entire top floor of the manor to myself. No one can hear a thing! So my partners and I can be as loud as we want which is so liberating.

Thinking about it, I could literally write a book and possibly a few sequels about all the sexual encounters I’ve had up here maybe I’d call it something like “Dirty Tales of the Manor Girl” or “Diary of a Slut…” I giggled to myself whilst taking another draw on my ciggy, saying to myself, “God bursa otele gelen escort their awful titles!”

As I continued to pace my bedroom killing time I lit up yet another smoke, popped on some Depeche Mode and wandered over to my floor length windows that were dressed with dark red velvet curtains. My decor had turned slightly Gothic recently anything vampy and sexy I was totally into.

Looking out of my window and leaning up against the soft curtains into our gardens below I spotted our gardener tending to a beautifully laid flower bed late into the night. Mum must have given him a lot of workloads to finish today.

His name was Vincent, and he had recently been head-hunted via my mother for his exquisite landscaping expertise all the way from France. He’d been at the house a few months now, but we’d never spoken only passed each other here and there in the gardens and expelled pleasantries.

I could tell he liked to watch me as I went for my morning runs round the property as I caught him a few times staring at me whilst I stretched my legs or took a short break, this actually encouraged me to exercise more often outside. I loved the possibility that I was being spied on from afar.

As I looked down upon Vincent working up a sweat in amongst the bushes my eyes widened and I bit my lip at the thought of him being with me. French accents always turned me on. Although I was allowed anyone I wanted from outside I was prohibited to have relationships with our staff otherwise my sexual privileges in the house would be taken away from me. A stupid house rule I did not favor. But ‘rules are rules’ as my Mother always cited annoyingly.

I continued to watch him bend and lay bark chips on the floor of the flower bed with the rain beating down on his now soaking wet shirt, I started to touch and caress my body through my black sheer bodysuit I’d put on, which had the highest swimsuit cut making my legs look extra long. Running my hands over my thighs and up to my breasts I rubbed and squeezed my nipples till they were hard and visible through my skin tight suit. Vincent, on the other hand, had stopped what he was doing for a minute and was just standing around de-clinging his wet shirt from his muscular body and pushing his long hair behind his ear. It was too much and tipsy me couldn’t control or help myself.

So I banged on the window pane three times to get his attention. He immediately looked up at me, and his mouth fell open at the site of me, I imagine from where he was I looked pretty much naked, but slowly he closed his mouth and broke a smile that had me feeling weak and got my heart racing. I continued to touch and feel myself up, but now with our eyes locked with each other. Smiling back I ran my hands over my hips and down to my inner thighs moving my bodysuit to the side bursa escort bayan to get access to my pussy which was now warm and wet. I started to stroke my clit collecting up all the wetness that had gathered before slowly entering a finger.

By now he was just gawking at me and getting agitated looking around in case someone saw him not working for too long.

I slowly started to finger myself in and out, so he could take every last bit of me in gradually getting faster I could feel myself getting hotter. I quickly removed my finger before I got to needy and popped it into my mouth tasting and sucking off my juices teasing him by continuing to stare at him intently.

Now he had lowered his hand onto his now bulging jeans, and we both cracked the wickedest smiles enjoying our little game I had initiated. Then his eye contact wavered, and he suddenly spotted someone walk from the entrance of the house, and he hurried back to work looking flustered and embarrassed. It was the staff manager ‘Helena’ a very prudish matronly woman who kept everyone employed at our house in line. She shouted at Vincent to keep working and then continued to stand just below my window looking around to see what Vincent was so completely entranced by. I sensed her about to look up and spot me in a very compromising position, so I hid behind the curtains. Waiting a few moments my heart rate going a mile a minute, I peeked, and she had gone thankfully but Vincent was still looking back up at my window whilst blindly making a mess of the flower bed arrangement. I giggled to myself, closed the curtains over and decided to prepare for my soon to arrive visitors. I’ll get back to Vincent another day I thought.

Walking into my en suite I looked at my reflection in the floor length mirror, my slim, petite figure really did look good in the sheer bodysuit and my nipples were still erect. I decided to put on a pair of black thigh high stockings the ones with the pinup stripes on the back of the legs followed with a pair of black heels to make me as tall as I could get. Sadly I had not been gifted with the tall gene but a lot of men seemed to love a smaller girl anyways so its not too bad. Deciding to keep my hair wild, messy and disheveled I thought I’d just add a sheer lip gloss and some mascara to my face. I was now ready for whoever was to come through my doors.

After perusing through some fashion magazines on my bed for 5 minutes, I received a knock on my door. My heart rate immediately quickened and I started to feel a bit nervous as I went to see who had turned up. Looking through the spy hole in the door I noticed not one figure but two, and they were women! Both standing and waiting chatting happily amongst each other dressed in long coats. One was in red heels and carrying a bag the other in platform boots.

I was shocked and didn’t quite believe that my mother did actually end up hiring girls let alone two of them. I’d never been with a woman before but have always had crushes on them, and I’ve never been confident enough as I am with men to act on my feelings. Although nervous I was still pretty excited to finally see where my fantasies would lead me. It was gonna be an entertaining night for sure…

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Chantell was eagerly awaiting the arrival of her friend Jalessa from Michigan. They had been planning this get together for months now. The two of them were going to take a trip to Corpus Christi for the weekend to just kick back and relax. This was going to be a great weekend for both of them. Jalessa and Chantell had been best friends since junior high school, high school and went to the same college too. They were like sisters sharing their lives together along with their life experiences.

It was no surprise to Chantell that Jalessa took her coming out as a lesbian well. Chantell never did enjoy the dates she went on with guys much. Secretly, she had these sexual fantasies of being with Jalessa, but never did express them to her. In the back of her mind she always wanted her as a lover as much as her best friend. So, she decided that this would be the best opportunity to let her feelings for Jalessa come out.

Finally, she could see the people arriving from the plane and anxiously waited for her best friend to come through the tunnel. At first, she didn’t notice Jalessa coming towards her. Then, as she looked closer she made out the face of her friend. Her mouth opened in surprise and when she realized she was staring she quickly closed it. It was a startling surprise; Jalessa was dressed as a stud. This was not possible, she said on the phone that she had something new to show her, but she never would have thought of this.

“Jalessa,” she called, “it’s me, Chantell, over here.”

The smile that spread across her lips made her so happy, that she ran towards her to give her a hug. They embraced lovingly for a few minutes and then made their way to baggage claim. Chantell couldn’t take her eyes off of Jalessa’s new change.

“So how was our flight?” she asked nervously.

“Oh it was cool, but the flight attendants kept calling me sir the whole time,” she laughed.

“So, what’s been going on with you? It sure looks like you’ve been doing well. The last time we talked you had just gotten out of a bad relationship with Terri right?”

“Yeah, it just didn’t work out with us. Right now I don’t want to talk about that, I’m still not over the hell she put me through” she explained while trying to hide a stray tear.

“Good, because I have better and more pleasant things I want us to get into this weekend” and she smiled and took Chantell’s hand in hers.

Chantell couldn’t help but smile at what she thought that implied. It was going to be one interesting weekend indeed. They had found Jalessa’s things and headed for the rental car to leave. Chantell found it hard to keep from staring at Jalessa. She really did look amazing dressed as she was. On the drive to the hotel Chantell was nervous about sharing rooms with Jalessa now, she wanted to come out and ask if the new look was permanent. So, she just came out and asked her.

“Jalessa why are you dressed like that and the hair, I mean it looks great, but is there something you need to tell me?” she blurted escort bursa out.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask me that question. Yes, Chantell it’s permanent. I’m out of the closet. I just didn’t feel good trying to hide who I was inside anymore. I always knew that I was into women, but when you told me your secret I felt that I could do the same. So, I wanted to let you know first.”

Chantell’s face lit up and she began blushing. Her heart felt full and she was really overwhelmed by the compliment Jalessa had given her.

Finally, they arrived at the hotel and stopped at valet parking in front to allow the bellmen to help them with their bags. Then went in and walked up to the desk and immediately Jalessa took charge. Chantell was stunned into silence.

“Hi, do you have a reservation for Chantell Donald and Jalessa Darton?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am here you are. That was two suites correct?” he said.

“Yes, but we would like to change it to one suite please.” she replied.

“No problem, that can be arranged ladies.”

After he changed the reservation, he handed them two keys and sent a bellman to help them to their room. Chantell was nervous in the elevator ride, but Jalessa, noticed her demeanor and took her hand and squeezed it for comfort. She felt heat rising inside her body unexpectedly.

“Here you are ladies, the Goddess Suite. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to call my name is Jeff, have a pleasant stay with us.” He said.

Jalessa gave the young bellman a tip and he left with a thank you. Then she turned and said, “Damn girl, you really look good. Come here Chantell.” Excitedly she went into the embrace.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. When you told me about what happened with Terri, I just wanted to rush right to you and take care of you. I never want you to feel that way again. I know it’s too soon, but give me some time.” Jalessa explained with sincerity.

“I’ve always wanted you Jalessa, but it seemed like we were just suppose to be friends and nothing more. Now you want to be with me and I don’t know how to react to that.” Chantell replied softly.

“Then don’t think about it now, just wait until this weekend is over. Here let me show you how much I want to be with you.” Jalessa leaned in and began kissing Chantell on the lips. Moving her mouth slowly over her face lovingly, caressing her neck, while holding her firmly in her arms.

Chantell’s body began melting into Jalessa’s, as if she was sinking down into the carpet. Jalessa began walking backwards towards the bedroom, Chantell couldn’t believe it. She was nervous, so, she paused before they reached the bed a moment.

“Jalessa, is this what you really want?” she said almost on a breathless whisper.

“Yea Chantell, I’ve been wanting you for as long as I’ve known you.”

“Ok, then I want it too.”

Jalessa began sliding off her blouse slowly over her head then bent down to bursa merkez escort unzip her skirt. Chantell was so nervous, of course they had seen each other without clothes on before, but they were much younger then. This was so completely new to her. Chantell wasn’t sure what would happen, she only realized that once they took this step nothing would ever be the same again.

“Are you ok Chan?” Jalessa wondered and Chantell nodded yes and smiled in answer to her question.

“Lie down and just let me take you to ecstasy baby,” and she did just that.

Jalessa slowly freed her breasts from the bra and held them in her hands feeling their weight. She brought her mouth down to her right nipple and began sucking. Chantell moaned with pleasure as she did this, it felt like heaven to have her giving such wonderful sensations. While she sucked on one nipple she began rubbing the other nipple between her fingers, Chantell let out another moan. Her moaning was turning Jalessa on in so many ways. Before things got too heavy with passion she stood and began taking off her clothes as well. Her jacket came first, next was her wife-beater, then came her pants but she left on her sports-bra and boxer-briefs.

Jalessa took a moment to rummage through her bag for something, moments later she came back with a harness, strap-on dildo and lubrication. Chantell’s eyes went wide; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, Jalessa really had changed.

She stripped out of the sports-bra and briefs and put on her harness and strap-on and came back onto the bed lying next to Chantell with a big smile.

“You ready for me baby? I’ve been way past waiting for you,” she said.

“I have to admit I’m a little nervous, but I’m ready for anything with you,” Chantell pulled Jalessa’s face to her for a long passionate kiss to prove it.

Warm hands were all over her body and it was like torture. They were massaging and kneading and everywhere she touched left a hot trail. Jalessa went down her body kissing and licking from her head to her toes. Chantell was in heaven and there was only one way to go, up. So, she just soared with the feelings and the ride. She felt Jalessa nibble and bite on her thighs it was bringing her close to the edge and she wasn’t going to be able to take it for much longer.

When she felt a finger sliding into her pussy her back arched off the bed instinctively while she let out a gasp. With her eyes closed, her hands grabbing the blanket on the bed she continued to moan in pleasure. Jalessa started sliding her finger inside her with powerful strokes, increasing the tension. Suddenly, the heat felt around Chantell’s clitoris made her moan even louder, letting out small cries.

Pressure was building up, and she didn’t know if she could take it for long. Jalessa obviously knew what she was doing and well if she had to tell the truth. Every minute was longer than the last, beads of sweat formed on her brow as her body writhed, bursa escort twisted and turned all over the bed. Her tongue was working overtime on Chantell’s pussy and clit. The more Jalessa put pressure on her the louder her screams got.

“Is that how you like it Chan? Is that how you want it baby? Or do you want me to stop?” she asked while pausing to look at Chantell’s body losing control in front of her.

Damn, she was beautiful like this, she thought. Jalessa felt her slickness growing between her own thighs and went back to the task at hand.

“Oh God, Jalessa, don’t stop. Don’t stop! I’m cumming!” she screamed.

“Hold on baby, not yet. Just hold on,” she said while positioning herself above Chantell.

Jalessa took the lubricant and rubbed some on the head of the dildo and placed it at Chantell’s slick pussy opening. She took a moment to watch her face as she did this. Her eyes said it all, trust, and that’s all she needed to proceed. She let it continue on inside of her listening to her intake of breath as each inch went farther and farther into her hole. When she could feel Chantell’s shaved pussy up against her own trimmed one she knew that twelve inches was enough. She became rough and pushed back her legs spread eagle against the bed wanting to go deeper.

Chantell’s body was becoming one with the bed, with each thrust Jalessa made. She was pumping harder and faster inside of her pussy like it would run away. Jalessa began talking to her softly.

“I’m not hurting you, am I baby?”

“No,” she managed to get out.

“Good, I want you to lie flat on your stomach for me,” she said.

“Ok Jalessa,” she said between breaths.

Chantell turned over and laid flat down on the bed for her she knew that this was going to make her sore in the morning. She didn’t care, she loved Jalessa so much.

“Now, arch your ass in the air for me baby?” she instructed.

Chantell could only nod while bracing herself for the pleasure. Jalessa pushed the dildo into her pussy doggy-style. A scream tore from her mouth and she knew she’d be cumming again.

Jalessa continued to make love to Chantell on into the night until they both fell asleep in each others arms. In the morning, when Chantell awoke, Jalessa wasn’t in the bed, she got worried. She wondered where she had gone, feeling the soreness in between her thighs she decided not to move too soon, and just lay back down.

“Good morning baby, did you sleep well? I know I did,” she heard from the door.

“Yes, I did Jalessa,” she answered back, “but I am a little sore.”

“Sorry about that baby, I guess I got a little carried away with you. Can you blame me? I’ve been holding that in for a long time. Now that I’ve got you, I won’t be letting you go so we have some things to talk about, don’t we?” she stated calmly.

“Yea, I guess we do baby,” she smiled as a blush came across her entire body.

“First, I want to see what you taste like in the morning,” she laughed.

After their morning romp they talked and decided that Chantell would move to Michigan with Jalessa and together they would start a new life full of desired fantasies that included both of them. The rest of the weekend went by smoothly and they had thoroughly enjoyed each other like never before…

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Note to my readers: Intrigue precedes this story.

*

As she lay there, with her head on my chest, I thought back through our past together. We met per chance when her son and my younger brother started playing soccer together. I was still discovering myself at that point and so it was great to have a strong and successful woman to look up to. Eventually, she hooked me up with a job at the place that she worked. She was in charge of the kitchen at a country club and I was her new employee. All summer we worked together for a couple of hours in the middle of the day and it would be crazy at first, but after the lunch rush, things would settle down and we could just talk.

I am not going to lie…I often fantasized about her taking control as my boss and having me come in in early to “lend a hand” one morning. Anyway, the end of her shift was always the worst part of the day because we had to say goodbye. She would leave and I would always imagine what it would be like to feel her lips on mine and to feel her hands on my body.

By the end of our summer together, the sexual tension was ridiculous, but we often played it off as a joke. One time, she was cooking something and I was cutting on the cutting board right next to where she was standing, so we stood only inches apart. She was graceful and sexy when she cooked and I couldn’t help but watch. She dropped whatever she was holding onto the floor with a loud clang.

“Shit J, you are making me nervous,” she admitted.

As she bursa eve gelen escort looked into my eyes I realized that it wasn’t that I had been watching her, but instead, how close our bodies were…close enough to grab her around the waist and pull her into my body and close enough for her to spin around, grab me by the shirt collar, and cheat on her girlfriend.

I never thought that all the joking and flirting would actually lead to this, but I sure am glad that it did.

*** *** ***

“What are you thinking about?” she asked me as all of these thoughts were racing through my head. Her question yanked me from our past and focused me back onto the beautiful woman I held in my arms at this moment.

“You,” I answered and then I kissed her forehead. I smiled at her and then gently grazed my tongue across her lips before kissing her, all the while, starring into her eyes with an intense desire. I wanted to taste her badly, but I decided to give her a good tease first. I knelt over her hips and lowered my body onto hers lightly tracing my nipples against her stomach and breasts. Leaning on my right arm, I kissed her passionately on the lips, thrusting my tongue against hers, and began to play with her nipple with my left hand. Running my palm over top and then squeezing it lightly between my fingers, before trailing my fingertips down her side. She inhaled deeply and I started to nibble on her ear, running my tongue up the outer edge.

“I bursa escort can’t wait to make you cum,” I whispered.

I stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, along with her soaked panties. I tossed them on the floor where her shirt and bra were already strewn.

She moaned and I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I wasn’t done teasing her yet. I knew what she wanted, but she was just going to have to wait. I continued to trace my tongue down her neck, kissing along the way, flicking my tongue over her nipples and then sucking them into my mouth. My hands moved lightly up and down her body as well.

As I cupped her voluptuous breast into my hand, I could feel her chest rise and fall with every breath. I traced her necklace with my tongue, continuing down between her breasts and her breathing quickened. Still on my hands and knees on top of her, I kept working her nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue across them and then lightly tracing circles around them. I heard her moan and I was enjoying driving her crazy.

“Fuck me. I want to feel your fingers inside my pussy,” she moaned.

I decided to ease the build up slightly and I slid my thigh against her clit. Her wetness against my leg almost made me explode, but this is about her. As I moved my body against hers, I kissed back up her neck and looked into her eyes. They begged for me to fuck her and who was I to deny her that. I kissed her hard on the lips while I slid my hand between görükle escort my thigh and her wetness. She gasped and moaned as I grinded my hand and leg against her clit.

I rocked into her and then away, far enough that on the next rock forward I was able to plunge two fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Oh shit J!” She moaned.

As she dug her nails into my shoulder blades and then dragged them down my back, she could feel the sweat begin to bead. Each time I thrusted my body forward, her hips thrusted back at me, pushing my fingers harder and deeper into her. She pulled at the back of my neck and my hair as I fucked her.

“Fuck me! Oh God, don’t stop!” She screamed.

Her desire excited me more. I wanted to make her cum…hard! My body grazed hers and our legs were intertwined as we moved together as one. My fingers stroked her g-spot on every thrust in and out and once in a while my hand would catch her clit as well. Her breaths were choppy and short and I wasn’t about to stop now. I wanted her to explode.

Soon enough, she stopped thrusting and her hips locked out. Her pussy clenched down hard on my fingers as she inhaled deeply. I kept my rhythm and speed, hammering into her until her body started to shake as she came. She finally exhaled; her raised body collapsing against the bed.

On my elbows and knees on top of her, with my head resting on her shoulder, I listened to our rapid breathing and heartbeats. After we both calmed down, I raised myself onto my hands and looked into her eyes. There was a mixture of content, thrill, desire and longing.

I ran my fingers through her hair, leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips; the kind of kiss that you can feel in every part of your body. We both knew with that kiss that we weren’t even close to being done.

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by Danielle Roget as told to BrettJ © 2007

*

My goodness, that was a night to remember!

Oh, I’m being rude. I’m Danielle. Danielle Roget, some of you might have read the stories of my lovers, Racquel and Zara, in other installments. The three of us, plus our friends Jennifer, Denyce and Tobi, form what we’ve christened “The Stiletto Club”, so-named for our love of sensual footwear.

We love shoes, sexy, provocative shoes. Stilettos. I love the ones with the silver tip. There’s just something about that shiny, metallic spike that arouses me to a fever-pitch.

I’ve been in Über-arousal mode lately, I want sex 24-7. I fucked Greg, the football stud I’ve been dating this past 3 months, into a frazzle the last 3 nights. The poor bastard couldn’t walk straight after I finished with him. I’ve worn out the batteries on two of my favorite vibes and my shower head has gotten quite a work out. My poor little puss has been rubbed raw.

So of course, my main lover, Racquel, has to work late all this week. Sighhh ….

She’s was working tonight until midnight, then meeting Jennifer for coffee and going to Jenny’s to spend the night.

Damn, if I didn’t adore Jennifer so much and she didn’t lick pussy so well, I’d be damned jealous.

Luckily, I was not left to my own devices. Zara lives with Racquel and I and she is almost as adept at pleasuring me as my beautiful Racquel. We’ve been best friends since High School, although lovers only recently. I had a lesbian relationship in the latter years of High School, but she doesn’t know anything about that yet.

Being her sweet, considerate self, Zara called Denyce, our newest playmate, knowing I was enjoying becoming more intimately acquainted with the beautiful, sensual black woman. Between Zara’s sultry, sensuous body and the lithe beauty of Denyce, my body experienced a great deal of lesbian bliss last night.

Sometimes, even moreso than Racquel, Zara can get into these moods. An uncontrollable lust that she has to satiate, now she has Denyce to alleviate it with. She seems to hunger for pussy, to relish the feeling of an aroused cunt, an erect clit, under her tongue. The whole package turns her on, getting dressed in her sexiest black teddy, her spikiest heels, a tiny thong and garters, making a show of it.

She loves it when “her little bitch”, Denyce, comes over in her long trenchcoat and black, spiked heels. Denyce is getting a good read on Zara lately, she teases with a glimpse here, a flash there. Under the coat is a blue or black mesh top, dark cocoa tits with erect pegs for nipples. A smooth, dark tummy, flat and sleek. Tight leather shorts, or sometimes, if really horny, just the barest of thongs. Denyce dropped the coat to the floor, took the somewhat-tinier Zara in her arms and they danced, kissing and nibbling.

I get hot watching them, Zara’s hands sliding over Denyce’s taut ass, her fingers slipping into the recesses of Denyce’s horny cunt. Denyce is the loudest of us all when she cums and Zara knows it.

“You bitch, you wild, fucking bitch!” Denyce hissed as Zara began fingering her while the continued dancing.

“You love it, you dark slut!” Zara groaned. She led Denyce to the bed and spread her out before me, legs splayed, her body shapely and arousing. Zara walked over to me, I was almost panting, they were so sexual.

“Get over there, straddle her face!” Zara commanded and I complied, fast. My tall, blonde body straddled Denyce’s face and I can feel that tongue, that wonderful, eager tongue began licking my spread-wide pussy. It’s hard for me to imagine that Denyce has only been doing it with girls for a few months, she’s so damned good at it. But we found her in a bar, Zara somehow found her true nature. Denyce is almost entirely into women now and she also has a tiny submissive streak that Zara finds very sexy.

I could see Zara’s dark brown eyes dance as she feasted on Denyce’s black muff. It is one of the ways she keeps Denyce in check, we can all make Denyce cum, but not the way Zara can. Zara knows every square inch of her lanky body and just where to touch, to lick, how to play her. With every lick of Zara’s tongue on Denyce’s pussy, my pussy got more loving attention.

I love being eaten. Oral is the best and visual stimulation is second for me. I think that’s why I love shoes, I love the visual of them. I love seeing Zara lick up, up, up Denyce’s long, sleek legs, still in the shoes. Oh, those shoes, they look so hot on her.

Zara seemed to know what I like, she worked her tongue down Denyce’s legs and slithered her tongue over the silver-spike of Denyce’s shoe while she smiled over at me. Zara has the most winning smile, she’s such a honey.

“Oh, fuckkkkkk!” I yelped while I heard the slurp, slurp, lick, lick of Zara’s tongue on Denyce’s pussy. Zara and Racquel both say they love seeing me lose my composure, I tend to be the most “straight” of our loving trio.

I was cumming, gangbusters. My tits were jiggling a merry dance as Denyce continued sucking bursa escort my pussy, Zara was eating and kissing Denyce. Denyce had already had one cum, you can tell, her tummy ripples. Zara would be next, she wouldn’t go unsatisfied.

I moved off of Denyce’s face and kissed her, seeing her beaming face, tasting my own juices. She flipped around and Zara moved to the head of the bed. Denyce buried her face in Zara’s snatch and I ate out Denyce from behind while I licked her ass from time to time. I even slid a finger up her butthole from time-to-time, we recently found out it’s a turn-on for her.

Matter of fact, for her upcoming birthday, Zara’s bought a special, slim dildo she’s going to use to fuck Denyce up the ass. I bet the little bitch will love it.

Zara’s eyes were closed tight, the gentle look she gets when she’s letting go was all over her face. She is one of the prettiest women when she cums, I love that look. I am so glad I gave into the urge to seduce her, so glad my beautiful partner was cool about it.

I’ve been very lucky in my choice of female lovers, going right back to my first one. As my body trembled with orgasm, I thought back to my teenage years.

My Mom and I were sharing a tiny apartment, but we were making do. My father had never really been a presence in our lives, he gave us money every once in a while, but Mom worked full time as a secretary. Her boss was her best friend, my Aunt Gloria – “Glo” we called her — and they ran an upscale lingerie business.

My mother is a truly spectacular, imposing woman. One would say, almost regal. Despite her lack of formal education, she never played the fool. Mom always carried herself with pride. She’s of French extraction and has a definitive, sultry air about her.

She was 39 when I was 18 and looked 29. Mom — Bethany — was tall, nearly 5’9″, taller in heels. She always wore heels, still does. Her hair is auburn and curly, it always shines and it’s long and beautiful, almost down to her buttocks. She has beautiful eyes of emerald green, a beautiful face with high cheekbones. Her smile makes you feel likea million dollars and she smiles a lot. Not an ounce of fat on her body, nor any sag to her breasts.

Aunt Glo was also tall, a fiery redhead. “Zesty” was the word Mom used to say described Aunt Glo. She has perfect white teeth, a great tush, powder-blue eyes and a sweet, heart-shaped face. She’s a bit more curvy than mom, but she has great legs too and wears very sexy, seductive clothing. Aunt Glo delighted in being “girly”.

I love birthdays and am blessed with two partners who remember my birthday and spoil me rotten on each and every one. That tradition started with my Mom, grandparents and Aunt Glo. They tried their best to make each birthday special, even in the lean times.

Prior to my eighteenth, I had been a jeans and Runners kind-of girl. I was already nearly 5’8″ and I had pretty good boobs. I gasped when I saw what Mom and Aunt Glo had bought me.

It was a beautiful ensemble, a nice pair of earrings, a very sexy, low-cut black cocktail dress. Expensive, silk stockings with garter belt. And my first pair of heels, black stilettos with a glimmering, silver tip.

I was overjoyed, but as I was hugging Mom, then Aunt Glo, I exclaimed “But, I don’t have anywhere — or anyone — to wear this for!”

Mom smiled and Aunt Glo got this goofy, lopsided grin. “Well, that isn’t true tonight, hon!” Aunt Glo said. “I’m taking you to La Petite Chou for dinner, your Mom’s going to mind the store for me!”

I clapped my hands together in joy, I adore French food and this restaurant was the top in the city. But that wasn’t all.

“Your mother and I are also treating you to a Spa Day honey, so hurry up and get ready, we’ve got a lot to do today.”

I practically raced upstairs to get ready, shucking off my grubby jeans and putting on an at-least presentable pair. I could hear Mom and Aunt Gloria talking, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. All I knew was, I was on Cloud Nine to be spending time with my favorite person, my Aunt Glo.

I brushed my hair, put on a dab of makeup and descended the stairs. Aunt Glo took my hand and my Mom said “Bye, you two. Have fun and behave!” I could have sworn I saw her wink at Aunt Glo.

The Spa Aunt Glo took me to was owned by a friend of hers, and it was plush, to say the least. I started out with a facial and nearly feel asleep while they were doing it. Next came a hair-wash and trim. Following that, I had a manicure and pedicure, which I’d never bothered with before.

Aunt Gloria told me “If you’re going to wear sexy clothes, including sexy shoes, you should have sexy feet.” Heck, it made sense to me.

The next part wasn’t quite as fun. I had a wax, a Brazilian. Man, did it sting and when it was done, by poor pussy was bald as could be. Aunt Glo, who was having hers done, said it was just cleaner and “things feel so much nicer.” I didn’t ask her what things she was talking about.

We altıparmak escort had a nice little lunch at the Spa, just finger sandwiches and coffee, not wanting to ruin our appetite for our meal. I got dressed after all my prep-work and the look I saw in Aunt Gloria’s eyes made it all worthwhile.

“Wow. Baby, you look stunning. Simply stunning!”

I did look stunning, as I looked in the mirror, I realized that I was truly an attractive girl, made even moreso by the girls at the Spa. Prior to this day, I had felt gawky and awkward, now I realized for the first time that I was a tall, hot, leggy blonde. The dress hugged my ample curves and was cut low enough to show my breasts, now hugged by a lacy black bra. The stockings felt so sexy, so yummy, on my newly-shaved legs and the tiny thong was rubbing my newly-shorn pussy, that also felt kinda nice. I adored the shoes, I kept looking down at them and seeing the tip sparkle in the light. I felt like a woman, not a girl, a hot woman!

The day just got better. Instead of just going to the restaurant in Aunt Glo’s car, she’d hired the loveliest stretch limo. I felt like a Princess, this was an evening that I would not soon forget — and obviously, I haven’t!

I can barely remember the Limo ride to the restaurant, I was so excited. When we got there, they held the door for us, I could feel admiring gazes on me and Aunt Glo. Why not, we both looked great!

Aunt Glo had let her long, red hair fall down and it absolutely shone from all the pampering she got at the Spa. She was wearing a black and white pinstripe suit, obviously tailored for her, the sexy grey silk blouse underneath was almost as low-cut as my dress. The skirt hugged her hips nicely and was short enough to show a goodly expanse of leg, which were in grey silk stockings and stilettos to match. I bet we were the best looking people in the restaurant.

We sure were getting a lot of attention, people were pointing and whispering. I decided to pay them no mind, I was with one of my favorite people in the whole world. Aunt Glo was smart and fun to be with. She even bribed the waiter to pour me some of the wine and we shared a toast to my birthday.

I’d never had wine before and my Aunt Glo told me at over 50 dollars a bottle, this wasn’t one I’d have very often. My eyes went wide when she told me the price, but Aunt Glo told me that this was a special night and having a nice Bordeaux on a special occasion was called for.

The food was amazing. French Onion soup. Crepes with truffles in a white wine sauce. Coq au Vin. I enjoyed every mouthful and Aunt Glo kept sneaking me sips of her wine. I noticed her getting a bit tipsy, but figured, oh, what the hell.

Aunt Glo and I shared a birthday cake, a specialty of the house called Nessel Road Pie, with fruit and liqueurs and other things in it. It was rich and decadent and I loved every bite.

We were both feeling no pain and Aunt Glo was beat. So instead of going of going back to my apartment and waking Mom, my tipsy Aunt suggested we go back to her Condo and I could spend the night there, going home in the morning. It made perfect sense to me, so we got in the limo and headed to her place.

I couldn’t believe this night, it had all been so very magical. Like a dream, a dream I didn’t want to end. When we got back to Aunt Glo’s place, I gave her a big kiss of gratitude. She grinned at me. She gave me a hug and kissed me back, just a peck on the lips. I felt a slight tremble — was it her, was it me? – and we kissed again. This time, there was a bit more pressure. Something was going on. I felt — uneasy, but not in a bad way. Aunt Glo kissed me yet again, but there was no mistake in the intent of this kiss. It was sensual, her tongue slid across my lips and I wanted to kiss her back the same way. So I did, putting all of myself into that wonderful kiss, whimpering ever-so-slightly as I felt her hands cup the cheeks of my ass.

I was frightened for a minute, but Aunt Glo sure knew how to kiss. I felt my senses swim, it was like I was in another dimension. I could feel a slight dampness in my shaved little puss, this was such a tremendous turn-on.

“Afraid, darling?” Aunt Glo asked me, her voice tinged with concern. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and all of a sudden, all of my fears and doubts were gone.

I kissed her softly and whispered into her ear “No. I want this as much as you do.”

She beamed at me and took my hand, leading me upstairs to her bedroom. It was all so surreal, like it was happening to someone else. I was being seduced by my Aunt Glo, someone I loved. I was going to make love with her, my first sexual experience would be with another woman. It felt right though, I was so over-the-moon about her.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Aunt Glo light a few candles on her dresser. The light scent of vanilla wafted throughout the room and she sat beside me on the bed, smiling and holding my hand gently. Unbidden, my hand went to görükle escort her full breast and I cupped it gently as I kissed her again, putting my all into it. She sighed back against me and put her hand over mine as I fondled her tit.

“God, you’re sexy, baby!” she sighed as she pulled away from our kiss. “You’re just a perfect blonde angel!”

“Me? You’re the hottest woman I know, I’ve always wanted to be just like you and have everyone drooling over me!”

Aunt Glo smiled at the compliment. “Then, my angel, I will teach you lots of nice tricks and you will have a wonderful, wild life. Why don’t you take off that sexy dress — slowly darling, that’s trick One!”

I grinned over at her as I stood up from the bed. I made a silly little bump-and-grind motion, letting one strap of the dress fall down, then the other, I moved the tiny little bra aside from my breast. Moving close to Aunt Glo, I offered her my nipple. She took it into her mouth and cool shivers went through me as she licked it, so gently, then nipped it. I moved the bra down and away from the other tit, now both were bare. Aunt Glo nuzzled them gently, then I moved away.

“Danielle, you’re a tease!” she giggled.

“Fuckin’-A!” I grinned back.

I am sure I was shaking, I was very nervous, yet bound and determined to please my sexy soon-to-be lover. I shimmied out of the dress and let it fall to the floor, kicking it to one side with my new stiletto shoes. They caught the candlelight and the silver tip gleamed, they were so fucking sexy! I felt alive, wild, desireable! I could feel Aunt Glo’s eyes boring into me, watching my every move. I shook my ass and pulled the tiny thong off my pussy, round butt and down my long, silk-stocking clad legs. Twirling the tiny thong on my finger, I tossed it to Aunt Glo. She took it, raised it to her nose and inhaled.

“You smell — hot!” she purred — then she licked the tiny thong. Fuck, was this woman sex personified or what?! Aunt Glo reached out for me, but I pulled away, eluding her for the moment.

I went to remove my stockings and shoes, but Aunt Glo wagged her finger at me. “Uh-uh babydoll, leave them ON! Stockings and shoes are sexy, the hottest sex is visual, understand?”

I didn’t completely then, but I do now. I moved back towards the bed and my very-sexy Auntie. She kissed my flat little tummy and I giggled. It felt so nice. Aunt Glo took my hand and sat me down on the bed, standing up and away from me.

“My turn, scrumptious!” she mock-growled.

I was almost sitting there with my tongue hanging out as Aunt Glo got out of her clothes. The suit jacket came off first, her breasts jiggled provocatively underneath the grey-silk blouse. I remembered how soft they felt and couldn’t wait to feel them again. She slid her skirt down her beautiful legs, stepped out of it gingerly and placed it on the nearby end table. The blouse was next, soft, exquisite flesh came into view, now hidden only by a light lavender bra and matching thong. In the briefest of seconds, those two, were on the endtable. Now, aside from her stockings and shoes, Aunt Glo was naked before me. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and I was about to make love with her.

Aunt Glo walked over to the bed where her eager-and-horny “niece” was waiting for her. She leaned down, placed her hands on either side of my face and kissed me again. Her sweet, agile tongue slid along my lips and forced its way into my mouth. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever known, it took my breath away.

I didn’t pull away, didn’t move, didn’t do anything. I just lingered in the kiss, I let Aunt Glo lead me to wherever she wanted to go. She took my hands and we stood up, she pinched my butt with a little giggle. Aunt Glo had me lie down on the bed and I was soaking wet, anticipating what she would do to me next.

I didn’t have to wait very long. Aunt Glo climbed on top of me, for the first time, I felt the softness of another woman’s body against mine. Breast-to-breast, she slid against me, her pussy mound rubbed against mine. The charge was electric, to this day, I have never felt anything like it. Aunt Glo didn’t touch me, didn’t kiss me, she just moved, slowly, deliberately, letting her body do the work of arousing me. It was working, that was a certainty. I felt very warm, but it wasn’t just an outer warmth, it was like my body was full of heat and I was feeling sensations that were entirely new. I reached up and caressed her naked body, just let my fingers do the walking all over her sensual, curvy form.

There were lots of places to explore and kiss. Sweet, lovely nipples. A sexy neck that seemed to like gentle little kisses placed on it. Creamy, smooth shoulders and a long, sensual back with an elegant line. A gorgeous tushie and silk-clad, smooth legs. And the warm, wet pussy that my fingers were now probing gently. I heard Aunt Glo let out a gentle sigh and so I crooked my finger and stroked her clit and pussy the way I had played with my own, many, many times.

From the moans and sighs Aunt Glo was letting out, my instincts were right on the mark. I loved exploring another person’s body for the first time — well, beyond simple petting with fumbling boys in the backseat of a car — and learning how to arouse another human being, particularly one this sexy, was a real turn-on.

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Disclaimer:

-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain’t your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send comments and feedback to [email protected]. All of it is welcome. Author’s note: Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg & Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in the story are mine.

Synopsis: Strange incidents are occurring at Streinhen castle, a German Castle turned Inn on the banks of the Rhine; Emily is plagued by dreams where she is ravished by a ghost who bears a striking resemblance to her friend Liana…

9. Awakening

Curled up in a ball beneath the covers of the bed, Emily Bryden was afraid to get up.

She hugged one of the three pillows resting on the canopy bed, clutching it against her body like an anxious child would a teddy bear. In her mind, disturbing imagery flashed on and on incessantly. Closing her eyes as hard as she could, she tried thinking of something else. But the thoughts continued to taunt her, and the heat radiating from her sensitive box served as a cruel reminder of the very real hold they had on her. She felt tears of desperation rise up, but she somehow could not bring herself to let it all out.

She eventually roused from the bed, walking about aimlessly on the carpeted floor, her solitary sulking darkening her mood further. She spared a glance at Liana’s undisturbed bed, and felt sudden pangs of worry and confusion squeeze her heart. Emily had the strangest feeling, like something had happened to her.

As much as she didn’t want to confront the strange dreams that had haunted her throughout the night, she still very much wanted to make sure that the central figure in all of them was safe and sound. Surely there were no sexual implications in that, were there?

Emily left for the bathroom and showered very briefly, as if the mere fact of her nakedness might spur more of the strange urges and feelings she was attempting ignore. She made sure the water was cold, and fought to stay under the icy stream as if it could wash away all of her dark, sensuous thoughts. Much to her chagrin, she felt a brief rush of arousal as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, water dripping from her curvaceous body, nipples stiff from the frigid temperature of the shower.

She instantly chastised herself, wresting with that elusive part of her subconscious which had signaled her body to react with pleasure at the sight of her nudity.

I must be losing my mind, she thought.

Minutes later, Emily strode into the suite, and sat on her bed, wrapped in a silk, navy-blue kimono. She stared blankly at the window and the green hills beyond it. It was ten, perhaps eleven in the morning, and sounds from the busy medieval town in the valley below reached the top of the cliff where Streinhen castle rested. Emily carefully stepped into that dangerous part of her mind which contained her memories of last night, thinking hard of that last moment when she was fully aware and conscious.

Her eyes wandered to the desk beside the window where she remembered reading the diary. And there did the old book, with its brownish, musty cover, sit.

She shivered involuntarily, and fought the urge to panic. ‘It’s only a book’, she repeated in her mind over and over. Yet the memory of how it had drawn her into the dreamtime was surfacing, and with it fear and incomprehension.

The white candle which had burned next to it had melted down to a fraction of an inch, a hardened puddle creamy wax now resting on the varnished surface. Emily’s eyes shifted between it and the diary with mixture of dread and frustration. She felt thorn between getting to the bottom of the mystery which had so disrupted her life, and retreating to the safety of the castle lobby, filled with plenty of modern-day, real-life tourists who had nothing to do with ghosts and outrageously libidinous dreams.

Emily sighed heavily, trying to exorcise her fear in a single long breath, assembled her courage, stood up and walked over the desk. She reached for the diary hesitantly, opened it and began quickly flipping the pages. She punctuated her glimpses through the worn yellowing pages with long glances outside the window, hoping to shake any influence the book might have on her frail psyche by concentrating on something else every couple of seconds. But it quickly became evident that daylight chased away any such power the diary might have, and Emily found she could easily look away from the ancient scribbling whenever she wished. Furthermore, no strange apathy came over her. Moments later, she began flipping frantically though the personal journal, desperately searching for answers.

10. Kristin’s Diary entries

Anna, oh sweet beautiful Anna, how I long for thee! bursa sınırsız escort Those few precious moments during the Barons’ feast, where we managed to elude our respective sentries to share a blissful embrace! I kissed thee, kissed every part of thy lovely body, and still thirsted for more! How can I live without knowing such pleasure everyday and every night? I have no choice but to crave thee, crave thy soft touch in every waking moment of my loveless, unhappy existence! Why does Father pursue his vendetta against thy family? Why did my heart find such love, and deny me the right to live it freely, under the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars? Why must I suffer thus?

Father was wounded yesterday by vile retainers of Count Schtaffen who had cornered him while he hunted for sport with his usual entourage. He has professed vengeful oaths anew, to destroy the Count’s whole family line, words which have only drowned my heart with further sorrow. Dear Father, how I love thee, but please do not pierce my heart with the sword that would fall upon my pretty Anna!

I feat Brother Hilmund has begun to suspect strange goings on between our house and Schtaffen’s, and I fear that he might be onto the secret I share with Anna. Precautions must I now take that this record of my most secret thoughts be not discovered by prying eyes. I have kept this diary in a safe place, but prudence counsels that I remove it to another safe place as the seasons change. God forbid he summons my Father to voice concerns real or imagined!

Sweetest, most consuming of passions! A kiss from thine lips, Sweet Anna, is enough to rouse me from death’s embrace and fill my heart with incandescent joy like the phoenix which rises from the ashes at the moment of rebirth! Though the master of the guards appointed by Father sought my person for a day, he will not speak of my momentary vanishing after I have instructed him so. Surely the threat of my Father’s wrath at having lost his precious daughter in a street full of commoners is enough incentive to keep that secret to the grave. If only he knew what pleasures I partook in his absence, if only he suspected the joy his dereliction has bought for me, thought furtive and ephemeral it felt to my restless, loving heart! Anna, I would risk the entire world for an hour at thy beside!

I have tasted and kissed thee, Anna, but wish above all to hold thee in my arms, hold thee as man holds wife, with love and contentment! Rumors of an impending visit by questing knights in search of brides to marry fill my soul with dread, but a look in thine eyes chases all away, replacing it with hope for a future hat must be shared, if need be, in secret. I pray that none will come to my Father’s door, claiming hospitality and the hand of maidens to carry off to their lands. I pray for a continuation of our love, eternal as the flow of the Styx, the rising of the sun, and the shining light of quixotic moon in the cloudless night sky.

Cruel Fate! Cruel Destiny, Chance and Circumstance! A fortnight ago, a man clad in armor and bearing the sword and standard of the Heimdall line shouted for servants to accommodate him after a night’s ride from Boerhen. Seeking an audience with my Father, he forthwith demanded the right for my hand, in accordance to the Germanic tradition, providing proof of his line’s ascendancy over numerous baronies and villages stretching from the banks of the Rhine to the Frankish lands. Father has agreed, on conditions that remain unknown to me, and I have since exiled myself in my chambers, refusing admittance to all but lowly servants.

Father is upset, and I can sense an ominous nervousness in those few servants who bring me food, and beg for me to acquiesce to his demands. I fear that my days may grow short indeed, but I cannot will my heart to cease loving Anna anymore than I can agree to marry this beastly man who seems to thrive of murder and blood, suffer his invasions upon my person or spawn his sons into this world.

Emily reached the last page of writing, all of the rest unadorned by the Germanic writing. She pondered the meaning of the few entries she had just read with apprehension, the unmistakable ominous tone of the final entries arousing worry. There was a fleeting impression as she gazed upon the pages once more, as if she were remembering elements of an old fairy tale she had heard as a child. Somehow, part of her mind told her she knew the details of this strange tale, though she could not readily summon a specific memory of it.

She blinked in a heartbeat, perplexed as she focused on the last line of writing in the diary. Suddenly, the awareness came that every word on the page was transcribed in medieval German.

In a quick motion, Emily snapped the old book shut. The heavy thump echoed in the large suite, and a dusty smell filled her nostrils. She threw it back violently upon her bed, and took deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Strange dreams, weird tales of Gothic lesbian affairs, seemingly ancient diaries bursa escort bayan written in arcane tongues-yet easily readable by 21st century contemporaries… it was all too much.

She looked about, cursing inwardly for the hundredth time and wondering where Liana had gone!

She reached for her suitcase, pulling out fresh clothes with sudden and furious energy. Though shy of nature, Emily Bryden prided herself on being able to exert a surprising force of character when the situation called for it.

One way or another, she was going to get to the bottom of all of this.

11. Ghost Tales

Emily caught sight of the tour guide standing nonchalantly the Inn lobby, and signaled him at once with a gesture of the hand. He waited patiently while she joined him, next to a stone support column which rose and vanished up into the high stone ceiling above.

“What can I do for you miss…?” the guide asked, with a hint of recognition that Emily knew went back to their own visit of the battlements two days earlier. He paid attention to the fact that the woman wore a dark green wrap skirt and a snow-white shirt with supple cuffs, chastely buttoned up to the collar. He could not help but paused briefly to admire her beauty, her blond hair tied back in a simple but stylish knot, her shapely figure graceful and poised. But her delicate features were marred by a disarming look of worry that found its purest manifestation in the deep blue of her pretty eyes.

“Bryden” she stated simply, in guise of introduction. She stared at him resolutely, but her embarrassment was clear when she resorted to a hushed tone. “I was wondering if there’s ever been reports of… strange events occurring in the castle?”

He looked at her mutely for a moment, scrutinizing her. “Uhh… define ‘strange'” he whispered, his voice uncertain.

Emily sighed, and resigned herself to a more direct approach. “I… heard rumors that this was a haunted castle. Two tourists were talking about this incident that transpired here in 1967 or something…”

“I’m afraid I haven’t heard anything of the sort in all my years here Miss Bryden.”

Emily mustered up all the disappointment she could and let it rise up in her eyes as she pouted. The man’s discomfort at disappointing the young woman was immediately, painfully evident.

“Ah,” he quickly added, “Well… although I don’t *personally* know of any strange happenings here, I know of a local legend which finds its origin in a tragedy which took place at the beginning of the fourteenth century.”

Emily’s eyes betrayed her sudden, grave interest. Her hands clasped the man’s arms urgently. “What tragedy?!”

Passing tourists turned their heads towards them while the echo of her exited voice traveled down the corridor.

“Uhm, you understand” the guide began, his voice still hushed, “that the details are sketchy at best, since reliable accounts have been either destroyed, damaged or lost through the centuries. The gist of it, however, is that the daughter of Markwald Streinhen, the most powerful robber baron of the region, died in unfortunate circumstances, sometime in 1305.”

Emily swallowed hard. Her mind worked furiously, one part assessing the truth of the story the diary had partially revealed, the other thinking back to her thoughts and impressions in the dreams that haunted her nights.

“What kind of unfortunate circumstances?” she said, pressing the guide.

The man’s eyebrows shot up, conveying his bewilderment at her apparent agitation. “Some surviving records imply that a knight who had sworn allegiance to an enemy of the Streinhen family may have killed her purposefully, but that seems doubtful since Marlwald was the most established and powerful local authority of the region at that time. Moreso even than the old Count Schtaffen, who was his chief rival. In fact, historians believe that this story refers to the murder of the Count’s daughter, not Markwald’s. The former was old and frail, and evidence suggests the murder of his daughter may have been carried out at Streinhen’s behest.”

Emily’s whisper was like the cold breeze on an icy lake. “Anna…”

The guide nodded curtly, his eyes gazing to the firm grip she held on his arm. “Yes, Anna Schtaffen… you have studied the local history then?”

Emily fired back with a question of her own. “Kristin… Kristin Streinhen was the daughter of Markwald, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“How did she die?”

The man frowned as Emily’s hands squeezed his arm desperately.

“It is believed that she threw herself from the East Tower and into the precipice below. Since then, popular myths have propagated stories of her ghostly presence within the castle walls.”

Emily Bryden nodded curtly and finally relinquished her hold on his arm, obviously shaken by his response. He began mouthing some kind of an apology as he rubbed the sore limb, but she merely gave him a stunned look and silently strolled off, her hands nilüfer escort dangling loosely to her sides.

12. Searching

Liana had pulled a perfect disappearing act.

Emily would have been fuming had she not been so concerned for her friend’s life. The guide’s words were an forbidding omen, a tale that rang true in her mind and soul. On a very basic, almost unconscious level, she hardly even questioned the possibility of having fallen, along with her friend, under the spell of a ghost intent on toying or using them. The rational part of her mind, which began at once to attempt to figure out where Liana might have gone, concluded that it was best to operate on the assumption that she *wasn’t* going mad, just in case there was, in fact, a ghost haunting the castle.

In her heart, a more serious battle raged. Buried beneath the fear and worries stirred a strange, fascinatingly new perspective; a key had turned in a locked door, and it had opened ever so slightly. Emily Bryden has banished the thoughts from her mind consistently, but they just seemed to crop up in her mind again and again. she could not deny the reality of her multiple climaxes in the last two nights, no more than she could ignore the acute sensitivity of her breasts, thighs, pussy – practically her whole body. But the truth of her sudden, hidden yearnings seemed too shameful a concept to sustain prolonged scrutiny in her own mind.

As she attempted to draw information from the castle gatekeeper who had seen Liana drive off in the rented car that very morning, as she quizzed the morning busboys and waiters in the dinner hall for clues as to her friend’s destination, Emily fought not to think about those enthralling nights past, of their unreal yet exciting quality… when she had experienced the soft, intimate touch of another person

She had been certain of her instinctive distaste of male companionship, but the absolute bliss she had experienced in dreamtime now pointed to a new path. If the focus of her search for Liana was aimed at warning her of the dangers of staying in Streinhen, and of initiating immediate departure from the premises for another place to reside in for the night, then why was her heart pounding faster every time she visualized her friend’s face? Why was a subtle current running up her legs, converging in her womb, sending delicious, forbidden thrills through her body, making her sigh despite herself?

All avenues save the involvement of the Hotel and police personnel were exhausted by mid-afternoon, the staff wondering if she wasn’t loosing her mind after she had questioned a sizable lot of them on anything from her friend’s whereabouts to the possibility of the castle grounds being haunted. Emily retreated into a lobby, defeated, and slumped in a cozy leather chair, feeling the tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.

She felt isolated, alone, and powerless… turbulent emotions raging inside her… struggling to breach the surface of her quiet, reserved facade.

“No!” Emily hissed to herself, alone in the richly decorated salon. She breathed deeply, focused on the moment, and felt strength and determination flooding back within her. Her arms clasped around her shoulders as she hugged herself for comfort. This situation called for firm resolve, and she was bent on to living up to her untapped potential.

She made for the main Hotel lobby, next to the administrative offices. Once there, she called a clerk and requested that reservations for two be made for a nightly stay at the Hotel Richtoffen, roughly twenty seven miles downstream from the castle.

“Certainly madam,” the clerk responded, in perfect English. “May I ask for what day?”

“Miss, actually” Emily snapped, sharper than she intended. “Reserve for tonight. I’ll be leaving as soon as my friend arrives, hopefully before nightfall.”

The dark-haired man’s expression grew troubled. “But surely Miss has heard the reports?”

Emily gave him a blank look.

He frowned, his bushy eyebrows coming together. “A bad storm will be hitting the whole region before sundown-a regional warning has been issued. With muddy, unlit country roads between here and Richtoffen, it would be extremely dangerous to drive.”

Emily fought for control of herself and succeeded, her facade remaining untroubled. She slowly turned, in a rigid sort of way which the clerk found a bit upsetting, and walked away without saying another word.

13. Stormy horizons

The whole sky was ablaze with blue lightning by 5 PM. All shutters in halls and suites were closed, except in the newly renovated sitting room of the West wing, which had a thick panoramic window that could easily withstand the high winds and torrential downpours, offering a spectacular sight. Emily had crawled into a heavy black leather chair not unlike the one in the lobby, facing the large pane of glass and the gloomy rage of the elements beyond. She still nursed the same drink, one hour after a waiter had brought it to her.

Outside, under a dark sky, wind blew fiercely and rain poured down violently upon the forested valley below. For the thousandth time, she glanced towards the large outside corridor — the main hallway that lead to the luxury suites Liana would have to pass through in order to get back to their shared accommodations. For the thousandth time she sighed in desperation.

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We were both supposed to be at work at three the next afternoon. It was three, I was there, but there was not sign of Erika. I watched my boss, a short balding man in his late forties staring at his watch.

“She’s late again. That’s going to be her third write-up. I’m so tired of her…”

Just then, the door flung open and in she came-her wild curly hair bouncing as she rushed to the time clock.

“Erika, we need to talk about your punctuality.” He began.

“Shit, I’m late. I’m sorry Joe. I had car problems.” She was so tactful. “The thing that kicks in when the battery dies didn’t kick in.”

“Alternator?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, that.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She had him eating out of the palm of her hand, and I was mesmerized at her skill. “…So finally he got it fixed and here I am.” She put her hand on Joe’s shoulder, making sure to brush his cheek a bit. “So please forgive me just this once, Joe?”

She had him. “This once, but next time call me and let me know you’re going to be late, okay?”

“Oh, absolutely. You’re the best, Joe.” She gave him a quick wink. He smiled like he had just conquered China. “Oh, hey Annie. How’s it going?”

The goddess said my name. “I’m good, you?”

“Well, I had a late night last night,” she said with a chuckle, “but I’m doing great.”

I don’t believe I mentioned we work at a hotel. She usually takes care of the bar (because she has that outgoing, bartending personality), and I check in guests. Tonight was the same, only the bar was much busier than I was, so I went over and helped her bus tables. I was bringing a load of glasses into the kitchen when she rushed in.

“Thanks, hun. I’m getting my ass kicked over here tonight.”

“Oh, no problem.” I sat the dishes beside the sink. I turned around and she was right in front of me.

“I’ll give you half of my tips tonight,” she said. Then she shoved something in my pocket. “You’ve got somebody up at the desk.”

I scurried out of the kitchen and back to the desk. The man standing there was just a pizza deliverer who had never delivered to our hotel before. So, I gave him directions, and he headed down the first floor. I reached into my pocked. It was a napkin.

“I owe you. Jack’s still out of town. I need to make Joe think there’s something wrong with my car. Can you give me a ride home?”

The napkin smelled like her. She’d sprayed her görükle escort bayan cotton-candy scented body spray (it reminded me of high school) on the napkin! My mouth watered. “Joe, I need to use the phone. Can I use the one in your office?”

My hand was so shaky I could barely dial the numbers.

“Hello?”

“Dade, she wants me to give her a rid home tonight. What should I do?” I whispered excitedly so Joe wouldn’t hear.

“Who, Erika?”

“Yes, she put a note in my pocket. What should I do?”

“Give her a ride. I’ll be waiting up. I want all the juicy details.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hell yes! Now go. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” I replied, hanging up the phone.

The night seemed to drag on forever after that, but finally eleven o’clock rolled around. Erika grabbed her things, clocked out, and said a quick goodbye to Joe and me. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Was I supposed to go ahead and go out to the parking lot? I didn’t know, so I poked around gathering my things and clocking out. I was just about to go out the door when she barged in.

“That fucking mechanic! He swore it was fixed.” She was a truly talented actress. “Jack’s out of town and my fucking car won’t start! Fuck!”

“Calm down, Erika,” Joe comforted. “There’s no sense in getting all upset.”

“I can give you a ride home,” I blurted.

“Oh, could you? You’re the greatest, Annie. See ya later Joe.” Then she turned and went out the door. I followed. She stopped at my little silver car and waited for me to unlock the doors. We both got in, and I started the car.

“I don’t know where you live.”

“Just head that way,” she pointed while unbuttoning the top three buttons of her blouse, giving me a peek of her pink bra.

She was strangely quiet most of the trip with the exception of directions. We finally came to a stop in front of a small duplex. “Come on in,” she ordered.

I locked the car and followed her. The apartment was small, but very well decorated. A large framed oil painted of a naked woman graced the wall over the sofa.

“That’s my favorite,” she responded when she noticed me admiring its beauty. “It’s an ex-girlfriend. It took months of begging for her to let me finally paint her.”

“You did that? Wow, it’s gorgeous.”

“Thanks. Have a seat, and I’ll be right back.”

I bursa otele gelen escort plopped down on the plush black couch. I was fidgeting from excitement. I could feel my panties already becoming wet. I closed my eyes, imagining Erika’s sweet lips pressed to mine. I took a deep breath. I could smell her cotton-candy body spray.

“Are you tired, sweetheart?”

My eyes shot open. “No, I was just…”

She was standing in front of me. Naked. Completely naked. She had let her curly black hair down and it was partially covering her large gorgeous breasts. Her creamy white skin glowed in the soft light. I couldn’t do anything but stare at her amazing body.

She slowly walked toward me, and kneeled directly in front of the sofa where I was sitting. “I said I owed you.” She raised her hand to my face and ran her fingers through my hair. “Annie, you are so gorgeous. I have to kiss you.”

She pulled my head to hers and pressed her lips to mine. It was everything I had imagined and more. Her tongue slid inside my mouth, and I felt hands rubbing my inner thighs. I wrapped my arms around her soft body and pulled her closer. We sat there in that passionate embrace for what seemed like only a few seconds when I felt her pull away.

“Annie, would you undress for me?”

“Oh Erika, my body is not half as perfect as yours.”

“Please, Annie. I think you’re gorgeous. Please, for me?”

She knew I couldn’t resist. I stood, a little light headed from being so aroused. She resumed my place on the couch and turned on some music with a remote hidden in between the cushions.

“I really don’t know what to do.”

“Just start with your shirt, and unbutton it slowly.”

I did as she instructed, starting at the bottom and working my way to the top. When I reached the top button, I undid the button and started to slide the shirt off my shoulders.

“Turn around while you’re taking it off.”

I faced the opposite wall and let the shirt fall to the ground. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra.

“Now turn back around. You’re doing great.”

I did as she instructed. My eyes glanced down and my breasts, not nearly as gorgeous as Erika’s. I slipped the white lace bra off one shoulder, then the other, and let it fall beside the shirt. I unzipped my skirt, and it too fell to the ground.

“Turn back around and bursa escort bayan slide out of those panties.”

I followed her instructions, bending over and also slipping out of my shoes.

“Turn around now and let me admire that beautiful body, Annie.”

I turned around. She had stood up, her eyes feasting upon every inch of my bare body. I reached out to touch her, but she stepped back.

“I said I owed you. Sit, please.”

I returned to the couch, a little disappointed I couldn’t hold her.

“First, the rules Annie. I want you to enjoy yourself, but I also know you love to be controlled. So, I want you to sit on your hands. In a few minutes, I’m going to kneel between your legs and make you scream my name like you did last night. But you can’t touch me.”

I wanted her so bad I could taste her.

“Pay attention now, Annie. I want this to last. But it has got to be my way, understand?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied.

“Good. When I finish making you cum like you never have before, I will ask you what you want. If you do as I say and not touch me, then you may do with me as you please. Agreed?”

It wasn’t exactly as I had imagined, but I nodded and placed my hands under my bare ass. “Agreed.”

She smiled and leaned closer, kissing my inner thighs. My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure she could hear the steady beating. She kissed her way up my thighs and then moved to my nipples. She kissed each one delicately before beginning to suck hungrily on each one. I moaned with pleasure. So may things were running through my head. It felt amazing, but should I really be doing this? Oh hell, who cares, I was enjoying every second of it.

Looking down at her sucking on my nipples, I almost forgot the no touching rule. I started pull my hands out from underneath me, but she reminded me with a quick glance and a sweet no.

She continued to move down my stomach, kissing her way down. She caressed my thighs and quickly pushed them apart. She kissed around my wet pussy and then she bit my clit. I jumped a bit in surprised, but was quickly calmed as she began sucking. She slid a finger in my pussy and that was all it took. I shook in ecstasy as I came.

I was still shaken from the orgasm when she asked softly, “Now what do you want.”

Without the least bit of hesitation, I replied. “I want to taste you, please.”

“Okay, you obeyed well.” She leaned back on the floor.

I slipped off the couch and onto the floor in front of her. I started to kneel down and she stopped me.

“No, you only said you wanted to taste me.” She slid her finger into her extremely wet pussy. She moaned as she slid in it. She pulled out her finger and held it up to my lips. “Taste, Annie.”

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I resisted the urge to get down on my knees and take Mike’s cock into my mouth again. It looked absolutely delicious, but I felt like it was time for the main event. I grabbed my beer and my phone off the coffee table as Mike stood up. “Taking your phone?” he asked quizzically”Hubby said he might call if he gets reception on the camping trip,” I replied. “If I don’t respond he might get suspicious,” I finished with a wink. Mike smiled at that and followed me as I guided him to the bedroom. I tried hard not to look where I knew the cameras were. “Don’t look directly at them,” Bryan had repeatedly drilled into me. But I couldn’t help myself. Now that I was committed to this role: my husband’s personal porn star, I wanted to flaunt it. As I pulled Mike into the bedroom, I looked directly at the camera opposite the bed and flashed a smile. I had planned to pull Mike down into the bed with me, but he had other ideas, putting his hand on my shoulder and pushing me down face forward onto the bed. I practically tripped over my 4″ stilettos but caught myself just in time to avoid an ungraceful fall. I was about to turn around and chide him, but he pushed my legs apart and roughly jammed his cock home. Whatever protestations I had immediately flown out of my head. One of Mike’s hands stayed on my shoulder, forcing me facedown on the couch as he fucked me from behind. I turned my face and realized I was looking directly at the hidden camera. Bryan was downstairs watching Mike force himself on me. There was nothing delicate it about, it was nothing but pure animalistic frenzy. That morning, I’d woken up in this bed with my husband, and now Mike was on top of me, taking me. I couldn’t have even smiled at the camera if I wanted to. All I could do was moan while Mike pounded away at me.I heard him toss his now empty beer bottle on the floor, only just then realizing that he must have been chugging away at it while he was plowing into me, and then I felt his other hand press down on me. I had to admit, I was amazed by Mike’s staying power. Bryan was no slouch, by any means, but it felt like Mike escort bursa had already been fucking me all night. Then he stopped and withdrew himself. I almost cried out in protest, but he roughly turned me around, his hand on the back of my neck. Through a quick contortion, I lay on my back and Mike guided my head towards the edge of the build, until my head was tilted over the edge. From my inverted view, I looked up at him. He held his glistening cock at the base, looking down at me with raw lust. Without another word, he leveled his cock with my mouth and slid it in deep. “Ugn,” he grunted as his cock, tasting of me, filled my mouth and throat. I knew he’d be looking down at the moving bulge in my throat where his cock was pumping in and out. I saw him reach up, unbutton his shirt, and toss it to the floor without once breaking his pace as he fucked my face. I closed my eyes then and concentrated on relaxing my throat as much as possible.To give him, and Bryan, a better show, I spread my stocking-clad legs, my heels digging into the comforter for purchase, and began to finger myself. Mike grunted in appreciation. “That’s it, baby,” he said, and I imagine Bryan was saying the exact same thing. Mike began unlacing my corset with the same deftness he had removed his shirt, while I concentrated on grabbing quick breaths for the brief time his shaft wasn’t filling my throat. By touch alone, I unclipped the garter snaps from my stockings, alternating hands as I continued to rub my clit with my free hand. Once he was done unlacing the corset, he pulled his cock all the way out and I gasped for breath. He tugged the corset out from under me and tossed it carelessly behind me. While he did, I cradled his cock between my hands and licked it, running my soft tongue along the underside.“Little slut can’t get enough, can you?”“No,” I moaned, my voice throaty and wet. “You want this cock, slut?”“I need it,” I cooed, writhing on the bed as I tried to slide the head back between my lips. But Mike pulled it back, teasingly. Then he stepped forward and slid bursa merkez escort his slick cock between my tits. I immediately reached up and pushed them together. His head and shaft slid between the slick mounds of my breasts. At this angle, his balls were right above my face, so I reached up to lick at them, but Mike shuffled forward a little more, and I knew what he wanted. I tilted my head up and ran my tongue along his ass, rimming him as he titty-fucked me.Jesus, I thought to myself, I never thought Bryan was going to get this much of a show! I glanced over and realized that from this angle he’d be able to see me perfectly. While from the camera by the window, he’d be looking straight at Mike’s cock sliding between my tits. Mike suddenly stepped back, and I saw his cock pulsing. “Fuck,” he said and shook his head, “I almost came.” A little confused, I rolled over, eagerly eyeing his cock, “Almost? God Mike, what, are you like some tantric sex guy or something now?”He smiled, “Nah, Becca, I just want to fuck you like I used to in the dorm room.” He motioned me towards the head of the bed.I laughed at that, and rolled back over, turning 90 degrees to put my head on Bryan’s pillow. I could smell Bryan on the pillow, and the scent of him turned me on even more. I stretched my body languidly along the bed. Mike would go through the position, but at the end of the day, this was his favorite. On top. In full control. He watched me for a second, so I decided to give him a show. I spread my long legs, licked my fingers, and slid my hand down to my pussy. I looked down as I did, right at the camera that was positioned between my legs on the dresser. I pumped my fingers in slowly, seductively, as Mike stood by watching. Then he stepped up to the side of the bed. My head still on Bryan’s pillow, I turned lazily and began to suck Mike’s cock again. From this angle, I couldn’t deepthroat him, but I took him as deep as I could and moaned contentedly as I did. “You are an amazing, cock hungry whore,” Mike exclaimed. I was too busy to reply.Then bursa escort he got into the bed and laid on top of me. I run my fingers up his ribs and wrapped my legs around him. He slid his cock slowly into me. For the first time that night, he wasn’t rough. He was taking his time.”You ever fuck anyone in this bed but your husband?” he asked.”No,” I answered honestly.”But you couldn’t resist this dick, could you?” he asked as the aforementioned dick lazily filled me.”No,” I answered honestly.”Best cock you ever had, isn’t it?””Yes,” I lied, carefully resisting the urge to turn my face to the window camera and wink. “That’s why I’m your slut, Mike. I’ll always be your slut because I need your big, hard cock.”At that moment, my phone buzzed. Had I gone too far? Said too much? I sighed with exasperation “Don’t stop, it’s just my husband,” I said, and Mike noticeably picked up the pace in his excitement. I was nervous when I grabbed the phone. Was Bryan going to tell me to stop?I unlocked the phone and pulled up my messages. I was greeted with a text saying “Fucking Amazing” and a short video clip of what I quickly realized was Mike’s ass pumping back and forth into me, my heels bouncing in the air with every thrust. “All for you” I texted back and tossed my phone back on the nightstand. “He just wanted to say goodnight,” I explained to Mike.“Aw, ain’t that sweet. Too bad you’re home being a whore. I don’t want any more distractions tonight.””I’m all yours,” I said to Mike and Bryan at the same time.Mike, I will say, had been doing his situps, because his core muscles were no joke. As soon as I finished talking he slammed into me with so much force that the headboard cracked against the wall. He put his whole body into each furious thrust, fucking me like he hated me, like he wanted to break me. I scratched my nails along his back, openly screaming out in unbridled desire, wordlessly urging him on. I came again at some point, maybe more than once, it all blurred together under the heaving, sweaty, shaking tumult of Mike’s rage-like fucking. I thought I could take no more, but Mike was unstoppable, a raw force of nature, and my desire was unquenchable. I took everything he had to give. I begged him for more. When I pleaded for him to fuck me harder or faster, he did. When I screamed in pleasure, he found that spot again and again, keeping me in a state of ecstatic bliss. 

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