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It’s finally the weekend. After a productive day around the house I’m ready to get down and naughty. Most importantly I’m ready to get off, once, maybe twice. Hi my name is Elizabeth. I work hard and I play harder. I have all kind of fun things in my tool box to ensure my pleasure. I could have fun with my husband, but he’s away on business. I’m 28 and all curves.Tonight I chose a pink dolphin vibrator with a special extension that vibrates and twirls around my clit, when used correctly. As I crawl into bed naked after my shower I start picturing this dirty little scene in my mind. A gentle hummmm sounds through my room. In my mind:I see porno izle a young girl just turned 18 rinsing her body in the shower. Her tanned body in beautiful, her breasts lush. I watch as the water and soap makes a path down her firm sexy breasts to her hip followed by her hand. She brings her hand back up to tease her nipples, as more water caresses her body from above. The feel of the water is like tongues licking her body, making her hot. Her other hand slips down to slid her fingers gently through her pussy. She is starting to flush with pleasure, and lets out a little moan as she pinches her nipple and begins to play amatör porno with her clit in earnest. I know just how she fills as I start twirling that little nub on my vibrator around my clit just teasing myself. In my story she’s going at it seeking sweet release on her nimble little fingers. Another moan escapes as her strokes become more urgent. Suddenly she feels a male body slip in behind her. She can’t believe she was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t even notice the curtain move. His arms cross over her chest as he says ” I thought you could use some help. I’ve been watching you for weeks anal porno now wanting to suck those sweet nipples, and fuck that wet tight pussy of yours Elizabeth.” It’s her step brother Zack. He’s on vacation from college. Zack has a sexy body, and goes to the gym on a regular basis. Elizabeth always thought he was hot, but she’s shy, and he’s off limits anyway. Another moan lets out as his fingers replaces her own on her breasts. I’m delaying the inevitable as I twirl my pink dildo in my pussy, tightening my muscles to heighten my pleasure. I’m just waiting for the story to reach it’s climax before I reach mine. Zack spins his step sister around and looks up into her shining eyes. Her face is filled with desire and he looks at her pretty breasts, and cups them. Their beautiful and he wants them in his mouth. Zack pushes them together and takes them into his mouth both at the same time.

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I awoke from my sleep; the bed feeling somewhat empty as I rolled over and took advantage of the space that was usually occupied by her. My arms instinctively reached over to her side of the bed as I craved her warm body against my own; just as they were when I held her tightly before we went to sleep. “Morning.”My eyelids fluttered, squinting as a beam of sunlight peaked through the gap in the curtains.“Morning, what time is it?” I breathed; bringing my arms up to rest my head on my hands.“9:40” she smiled, making her way towards me with two cups of tea in hand.Her hips swayed as patted across the wooden floor boards; my football jersey hanging effortlessly over the top half of her body, coming just below the tops of her thighs, my eyes to wondering and down her endless legs. Her hair was a mess; light natural blonde waves, big and untamed, falling carelessly over her neck and shoulders. Her rosy cheeks producing the tiniest dimples as she smiled warmly at me; skin glowing and big blue eyes glistening. I loved seeing her like this; no make-up, hair undone… undressed. She looked beautiful and sexy as hell, and I couldn’t help but let out a groan as she stretched ever so slightly and revealed to me that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her lips pouted as she blew the rising waves of steam away from the mugs, before putting them down on the surface of my bedside table.“Come here” I whispered, cocking my head as I waited for her to sex izle join me.She smirked as she threw her legs over me, one each side of my bare, tonned torso, straddling her body over mine. My hands quickly found her bare skin of her pert bum cheeks, which fitted perfectly in my palms. She giggled before her lips landed gently on my own, and it wasn’t long before we’d fallen into a long, wet, lazy kiss. “Come under the duvet with me.” I muttered against her lips, feeling her shift slightly so that I could pull the duvet over her.She shifted slightly so I could pull the cover over us. Within seconds, her warm body was against mine; the soft material of my jersey sliding over my bare chest as she moved above me. I slid my hands below the hem and up her spine, feeling goosebumps erupt on her skin as she shuddered. One of her hands had latched onto my waist, teasing the hot skin between us, whilst the other had itself wound in my hair; massaging my scalp softly. The large duvet hid us from the outside world as we lost ourselves in our own. Her soft lips sponged a small kiss upon mine before she parted, lifting herself up so that the duvet fell from her back and she was sitting on top of my thighs. She leant over to the bedside drawer, my eyes catching a quick glimpse of her bare bum as my jersey shifted over her skin, before she sat back upright with her lips over the rim of her mug. I watched her lashes flutter as she took alt yazılı porno a sip of the warm liquid; her tongue running between her lips as she collected some of the excess moisture.“You’re wet” I mumbled; the heat and wetness from her centre revealing itself upon my thigh.She shrugged, taking another sip of tea as she looked seemingly unphased by my observation, before placing the mug back on the side.“You’re hard” she retaliated with a smirk; both sets of eyes dropping down to my obvious hard-on beneath my striped JW boxers.My dick twitched beneath the strained elastic as her teeth took her lower lip between them; fingertips crawling up the insides of my thighs. Her hands had me mesmerised as I watched her every move and enjoyed each small touch that she gave me; burning flames leaving each area of skin that her soft tips graced. My head rushed and heart thudded as even more blood pumped to my aching cock; desperate for some sort of release from the tight confines that were holding it down. She moaned softly as I lifted my thigh an inch or so, making sure that my warm skin put pressure on her burning centre. It was then that I noticed her grinding her hips slightly; eyes fixed on what was between my thighs. I reached my hand upwards and caught the lower hem of my jersey, before lifting it up a little and revealing her. I pursed my lips tightly as my eyes shifted hungrily between her legs, altyazılı sex izle and I could feel her watching me; watching my eyes mentally doing all the dirty things that I wanted to do to her right now. I grazed my thumb lightly over her swollen clit, feeling it twitch against my skin as I listened to her breath hitch in her throat.“Do you want to touch yourself right now?” I lifted my eyes upwards to her face, waiting for her reaction. Her lids were closed and lips slightly parted, and I smirked to myself as I swept my thumb across her clit once more; this time probing a small moan from her. She hummed in affirmation, opening her eyes as my hand clasped her own and took it from my thigh, guiding it between her legs, giving her permission. Her small, delicate fingers began stroking slowly over her clit, and I could feel my boxers dampening with my own arousal as I watched her fingers play. I began to rub myself over the material of my boxers, squeezing my length mercifully until I couldn’t take it any longer. Pulling the elastic waistband away from my body, I slide the material down so that it bunched just beneath my balls; my cock instantly springing to life and falling back heavily against my stomach. Her eyes opened as I sighed in relief; a small smile playing on her lips as she eyed my dick up and down.“Show me what you do when I’m not here, Jack” she whispered breathlessly, bucking her hips towards me as she slipped a finger inside of herself.I groaned loudly as I watched her middle finger slowly disappear inside of her, imagining that it was my dick forcing the small whimpers that were tumbling from her heart-shaped lips; imagining how tight and wet she’d feel around me right now.

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As usual, I was late for the meeting, or in this case, the likely to be long and boring yearly mandatory state-of-the-union address by our department’s VP. Held in a large function room, it was not just standing room only, I could see nowhere to stand. As I scanned the room for a space to wedge myself into, I saw my colleague, Tina, wave to me from the kitchen area at the back of the room. I joined her in a crowded galley kitchen, where there was just enough room for two, amidst storage boxes and discarded office equipment. We had a good vantage point, standing behind a waist-high serving counter that opened on to the bigger room. The space was further enclosed by boxes on the counter, stacked up to chest mobil porno height. Tina and I have worked together for a few years but not closely until just recently. I’ve always found her physically and intellectually attractive and appreciate her bawdy sense of humour. We frequently tease each other and flirt in an increasingly comfortable way. I like the way she dresses. She has great fashion sense, and today she was in a sleeveless, scoop-neck, floral-print sundress, and wore a pair of her trademark heels, open-toed ankle strap sandals with spike heels, that showed off her crimson toenails. She looked great, very womanly. And she smelled great too. As I came up beside her, I playfully alman porno hip-checked her, saying, “Move over, I need some room.” Tina laughed and checked me back. And she stayed close, with her hip against mine. As the presentation progressed, the initially slight pressure between our hips increased. I wasn’t really paying attention to the talk, instead glancing out of the corner of my eye at Tina. I noticed that she had undone a button at the top of her dress, allowing me a great view of her cleavage and the lace of her crimson bra. This was getting very interesting. I wondered what else she wore that was colour-coordinated, in crimson. I was getting very aroused, which alexis texas porno was likely visible in my linen pants, under which I wore no underwear, as I had neglected to bring a clean pair to put on after my lunchtime workout shower. I looked fully toward Tina and she at me; there was a look of heat in that shared gaze. Tina’s eyes were smouldering, which increased my arousal. The tip of her tongue was showing between her teeth. I needed to touch her and reached behind and cupped her left buttock. Her butt muscles tightened in my hand as I massaged both of her cheeks. I said, “I don’t think anyone can see us back here.” “Good,” whispered Tina. “Because I’m going to do this.” She unzipped my fly and pulled my penis free. “Mmm,” she purred. “Now, we’re doing to have some real fun.”  I pulled the skirt of Tina’s dress up and revealed the globes of her ass, crowned by the V of her crimson thong. I didn’t think I could get more aroused than I felt at that moment.

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What follows is the true and terrible record of the Countess Mila, who sought to harness the “seed of life” to remain eternally young.I must remain anonymous for posterity’s sake, so call me Ichobod. I nearly fell prey to Mila’s powerful allure.For me, it began in the year 1795 in the small village of Stone Gorge, in the shadows of the mysterious Carnalia Mountains. I was but ten and seven years, and had never ventured more than a few miles from my home. Living with my parents and younger siblings, I’d expected to live the humble, uneventful life of a blacksmith. But fate had something very different in store for me.Like everyone else in my village — and that dark corner of Eastern Europe — I’d heard all the legends about the insatiable, evil Countess Mila. She was said to be nearly two hundred years old, yet appeared no older than thirty. Further, it was said she maintained this unholy youthfulness by siphoning the very life-force of men, taking their life energy, leaving them empty husks incapable of fulfilling manly tasks for the remainder of their days. I’d never truly believed these stories, until the night I was taken from my home by force, the perpetrators so uncannily silent that my parents never even awoke. The black shapes were almost altyazılı porno like wraiths, and despite the fact that my slight frame belied my growing strength (I was, after all, an apprentice blacksmith), I was no match for them. Only when they flung me, my feet and hands bound, over the back of a horse at the edge of the great forest, did I suspect why they were taking me.I heard one of them chuckle derisively, “the Countess will be pleased. No way this one’s ever lain with a woman.”A moment later, they pressed a foul-smelling rag against my nose and mouth, and the world became black.I awoke naked, on the cold stone floor of what appeared to be a dungeon. My head was pounding. I moaned, in pain and confusion, and a female voice answered. from the dimly-lit corridor outside my cell. “Try to at least sound like a man.”I looked up. Out of the dimness, a woman pressed herself against the bars of my cell, assessing me cooly. Only when she lit a torch did I realize she nearly naked herself! Curly, jet black hair fell over her shoulders. A scabbard hung from a broad leather belt at her hip, but that was almost the totality of her clothing: the only other things she wore were sandals and looping metallic bands on her upper arms zenci porno and ankles. Despite my situation and the pounding in my head, my manhood immediately began to become rigid. It was then I truly became aware of my nakedness, for smiled a bit as she noticed. I tried to move to conceal my excitement, but my movements were restricted by the shackles.“Do not be embarrassed, boy. In fact, it’s a good sign that fear has not clouded your ability to become aroused. Otherwise, the Countess would have no need for you…and what she does not need, she cuts off.”I didn’t like the sound of that. “W-why am I here? Where am I?”She produced a key from I don’t know where, and unlocked my cell. “You are in the Castle of Countess Mila. As to why you’re here…you’re about to find out.”She knelt aside me, unlocking my shackles with the same key. I could smell her…her womanhood. Blood surged toward my member in response to this olfactory stimulation. “I warn you now, boy. No touching. Not me, and not your cock. Trust me when I say you would not want to experience the consequences. Now, walk ahead of me.”I did as she asked, stumbling out of the dank cell and into a torchlit corridor lined with identical cells. She guided me aldatma porno through winding, oppressive hallways. Soon, I began to hear the din of many voices up ahead…behind a large wrought iron barred door.“Go ahead,” she urged. “Quickly. The Countess does not abide hesitancy.” She swung the large iron door inward, and I noticed the sturdiness of the muscles flexing in her lithe arm. “Go in. Now.”I stepped forward into a large, circular, arena type structure. But instead of benches filled with spectators to watch some great spectacle in the central space below, the chamber was lined with ascending rows of stalls. In each of these stalls was a naked man, his hands locked into manacles attached to the stall’s frames. Something glittered amid the rows of stalls….something metallic: winding silver runnels trailing down toward something sunken into the central stage area.My escort prodded me, slapping me on my bottom. “Stop staring and move. This way.” I was guided to my own stall. I caught the eyes of several other men – though, like me, most were barely out of boyhood – and each seemed as puzzled and scared as I was.A scant moment after I was pushed into my stall, the guard roughly placed my wrists and ankles in the manacles attached to the stall’s frame, leaving me unable to move. My erection had softened by this point. As she clicked the lock in place, my guard hissed in my ear. “Don’t let the Countess see you flaccid!”With that, she disappeared. I surveyed my surroundings, now with a better vantage point.

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The story so far:

It is 2050, and Alison is a student at the Royal Academy of Fucking in London. But she is losing faith in the “Enlightenment”, the ideology of Pleasure it brings with it, and her own future as a “fucker”. Her friend Eva’s father has been brutally culled by the state, and Eva’s brother Rob, who is in love with Alison, has returned from exile to oversee his father’s funeral. The funeral will take place at one of the very few underground churches remaining which still preach Love over Pleasure. Alison’s best friend Claire has agreed to attend the funeral with Alison, but is deeply sceptical of Alison’s tentative dabblings in the old-style religion.

~~~~~~~~~~

“You can’t wear that!” exclaimed Alison.

“Why not? Isn’t it sluttish enough?” replied Claire. She was proudly showing off her tight black wet-look PVC one-piece dress, which barely covered the distance between her nipples and her ass. Her cunt lips peeped out cheekily from underneath.

“It’s too sluttish! This is an old-style religious service we’re going to: you’ve got to look modest and chaste and stuff — like they dressed before the Enlightenment.”

“Oh, but that’s so disgusting! Besides, how can you be ‘too sluttish’? There’s no such fucking thing as ‘too sluttish’!”

“Yeah, I know — but that’s how things are with these Old Believers. You need to cover up — long sleeves and long trousers and things. Here, try this,” said Alison, flinging some pieces of clothing out of her trunk.

“Where the fuck did you get these, Al?” Claire grimaced.

“Fancy dress party: ‘millenial’ themed…”

“These are so fucking awful,” declared Claire as she pulled on a pair of jeans and a blouse. “Look, the only tears in these jeans are at the knees: there aren’t any on my ass or my cunt. And this blouse is so fucking thick so you can’t even see my tits through it. How’s anyone gonna feel me up in this?”

“They’re not — that’s the point! In those days it was considered bad form to feel someone up without their consent.”

“Well, why would anyone withhold consent? Fucking Jesus!”

Alison ignored the question, but continued, “Here, and you have to wear these.”

“What the fuck is this?” asked Claire, holding up a piece of clothing the like of which she had never seen before.

“It’s called a ‘bra’. You wear it on your tits.”

“What, like this?” asked Claire, incredulously.

“No, no, it’s what they called ‘underwear’. You put it onunder the blouse. And these –” Alison brandished an even stranger item of clothing, “are called ‘panties’. You wear them under your trousers.”

“Is the point of all this gear to stop anyone from even trying to fuck you? ‘Coz that what it looks like!”

“Yeah, maybe — but when in Rome… And they’re all going to be old-style believers there today, so let’s just try and behave, shall we?”

“Fucking God-freaks, you mean. Illegal, subversive, anti-social religious pervs. And I bet they’re all Undesirables: blacks and coloureds and…”

“Claire, calm down! We just go and sit and keep our mouths shut. Even if you can’t stand Rob, do it for Eva’s sake — okay?”

“Okay — but you gotta fuck me first, before we go in — otherwise I’m gonna go fucking crazy sitting in church for a whole hour with no jerking off allowed. Jesus…”

~

Conveniently, there was a bench on Tottenham Cunt Road where Alison could eat Claire’s pussy before the funeral started — even if doing so around jeans and panties made things a bit more complicated than they were used to. (“Jesus, Al, how did they ever fuck in the olden days?!”) And when Alison knocked twice on the green door, a smiling dark-skinned nun let them in and led them down a long plain corridor, to a small chapel with pews and kneelers arranged in a semi-circle facing a simple stone altar. “Hey, it’s like our fuck lab!” whispered Claire. “Is that where they fuck, on that table thing? That must be so fucking uncomfortable!”

“Sh!” signalled Alison. “Don’t use that word here!”

“What word? ‘Uncomfortable’? What’s wrong with saying…”

“‘Fuck’!” whispered Alison. “Don’t say ‘fuck’ here — it’s rude!”

“Oh yeah, sorry — I forgot… Don’t say ‘fuck’, yeah, okay…”

There were already a few people kneeling at the pews, praying or whispering quietly to each other. Unlike at Wankminster Abbey, no one was fucking. “No one’s even jerking off!” whispered Claire to Alison, amazed at the novel sight. “But look, I was right — they’re all coloureds and Asians and…”

“Shhhh!” Alison signalled to Claire to be quiet. In front of the altar, on a dais, was a simple wooden coffin. And seated in the front pew, backs to the door, were Eva and Rob, talking quietly with a dark-skinned priest whom Alison presumed to be Father Ambrose. Rob was dressed in a black suit and tie. Eva was wearing a long black dress, her hair straightened back into a simple ponytail, a black mantilla over her head. Alison and Claire sat zenci gaziantep escort down in a back pew.

“Jesus, Al, look at Eva!” whispered Claire. “She looks awful! No one’s gonna want to fuck something looking like that — oops, sorry, F-word. And who’s the Asian in the pyjamas?”

“I think he’s the priest — Father Ambrose. I think he might be Goan…”

“Well, they all look the same to me… Hey, is it true that if you go to confession you can get your throat fucked by the priest? That must be — oh fuck, sorry, there I go again — oops, oh fuck, I just can’t stop saying…”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, CLAIRE!” Alison whispered, but louder than she meant to. A few heads turned in the front pews. “Sorry…” Alison mouthed apologetically to the congregation. Eva and Rob noticed, turned, grinned and waved at their friends, as the chapel slowly filled with mourners.

Alison had never been to a non-fucking church service before — but she had at least been to church, and so knew to follow along with what everyone else was doing and copy their behaviour. Claire, on the other hand, was finding it very difficult. They were barely ten minutes into the service before she started whispering into Alison’s ear, “I am so fucking bored and so fucking horny. Hey, let’s sneak out and have a quick fuck — they won’t notice.”

“No, Claire, just sit down and shut up!” whispered Alison urgently.

“Surely they won’t mind if I just jerk off quietly here in the back pew. I won’t make any noise, I promise…” She slipped her hand between her thighs and started frustratedly rubbing her crotch through her denim jeans.

“You’re already making noise, Claire. Just shut up and sit still!”

“How can you stand it? Aren’t you horny too?” whispered Claire.

The truth is, Alison was. She was a fucker through and through, and was devoting much of her attention, as was her habit, to scouring the congregation for fuckable specimens. Truth be told, there weren’t many of them: most of the congregation looked, Alison thought, old and ugly: presumably all sterilised specimens of various types of Undesirables allowed, for exceptional reasons, to remain in the Union after the Expulsion — the last, sad, hidden representatives of their once-numerous communities, now decimated by exile or execution. But she amused herself by wondering what the few young, dark-skinned, handsome (or pretty) specimens of Undesirability present kept hidden under their well-buttoned clothes — remembering what Eva had said: “The few of us that are still here are only allowed to remain in order to satisfy white people’s penchant for fucking black ass…”

Father Ambrose was now reading out loud:

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

As Alison listened, she wondered briefly whether it was true. She felt weary and burdened, to be sure — from being ‘loved’ by Rob, from being attacked by Eva, from being assaulted by Chad, from watching the old man mown down in cold blood in the name of the Enlightenment, from all the jealousy and spite which seemed to permeate the whole world of state-sponsored fucking. Was there really someone who could lighten her burden? Tears welled up behind her eyes. Claire muttered next to her, “Fuck, I can’t jerk off through these fucking clothes. Is there a bathroom anywhere here?”

“Off that corridor, I think — where we came in.”

“See you later,” whispered Claire, sliding out of their pew and disappearing.

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God…

“Oh Jesus, this is heavy!” thought Alison to herself. “‘Love… love… love’ — that’s all they fucking talk about, these God-freaks.” From her position close to the door, Alison could, much to her embarrassment, hear Claire moaning from the behind the door to the toilets. “Oh Jesus,” Alison thought, “if she wants to fucking jerk off, can’t she do it quietly? Last time I take her anywhere…”

Who will separate us from the love of God? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.

“‘Conquerors through love?’ What the fuck does that mean? Is that possible? No, no, no — Mommy and Daddy taught me that ‘love’ oppresses and imprisons people. It isPleasure that conquers all things… But if that’s so, why aren’t I in that fucking bathroom with Claire, eating her cunt and letting her fist my ass? Why am I sitting here with all these ugly people listening to this bullshit? I mean, it can’t be true: I bet gaziantep zenci escort bayan they don’t even believe it themselves. They’re all gonna be like Rob and Eva — sitting here listening to God-shit, then the moment they’re out the door they’ll be fucking the first ass which comes their way…”

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

From the other side of the toilet door, Alison could hear Claire building up to her orgasm: “Oh yeah, oh fuck,” she was muttering, “yeah, rub that fucking clit, baby — I wanna fucking come!” But for a moment Alison ignored her, intrigued anew by the words she was hearing from Father Ambrose: “‘A bride adorned’! Not a bride oppressed or violated, but ‘adorned’! What the fuck…?”

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying: See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away.

And then something strange happened: Alison did not know how or why, but she felt compelled to kneel. She was, for the first time in her life, not kneeling to suck a guy’s dick — but kneeling for something unutterably rich and strange. She felt compelled to worship, to adore something — or Someone — greater than herself, so much greater, in fact, that she could not even attempt to seduce Him. And yet He loved her. He offered her not Pleasure, but victory through His Love. With Him she would not need to keep eating every new cunt, or fucking every new dick that came her way, for He was adorning her as His bride. Suddenly, Alison thought, it was as if a veil had fallen from her eyes. All the ‘marriage’-talk, the ‘love’-talk, even the ‘fuck’-talk — these things were just signs, shadows,typoi, signposts to the eternal Love which now beckoned to her from Beyond.

And the one who was seated on the throne said: See, I am making all things new. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give water as a gift from the spring of the water of life. Those who conquer will inherit these things, and I will be their God and they will be my children.

Behind the toilet door, Claire was coming — loud and noisy and obscene: “OH YEAH, FUUUUUUUCK!” But Alison barely noticed, for all she could hear was the voice calling to her:

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

“But how?” demanded Alison in the silent but screeching turmoil of her heart. “Fucking how? I’m a fucker, goddammit! I’m a child of the Enlightenment, destined to fuck and be fucked! How can I come to You?!”

No one can serve two masters.

Either you will hate the one and love the other,

or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other.

And so Alison, still on her knees, wept desperately — for she knew she must choose. Claire tiptoed back into the chapel and slid into the pew next to Alison. She giggled as she held three fingers of her right hand up to Alison’s nose. Alison smelt cunt — and it was beautiful: pungent, full-bodied, sweet — and irresistible. In an instant Alison wanted nothing more than to eat hot cunt again, to taste its savour, to coat her face with it so that everything tasted and stank of cunt. She felt her own pussy tingling and juicing up, and her slender hand could not resist moving down to her crotch. Even as the old man’s coffin was being borne slowly down the aisle, and Eva was shaking with grief and weeping into her brother’s shoulder, and Father Ambrose was intoning,”May the chorus of angels lead you into paradise,” Alison was maniacally licking Claire’s fingers, sucking them deep into her mouth to savour her heavenly, hellish taste, as she rubbed desperately at her own twat through her clothes.

Claire chuckled wickedly.

“No one can serve two masters,” Alison whispered to herself. Her spirit cleft in two, she broke down in tears as she ran out of the chapel, down the corridor, and into the bathroom. She plunged into the first cubicle she could find, yanked her jeans down and had four fingers up her cunt even before her buttocks had touched the toilet seat. “OH GOD, OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” she howled, for it was but a second before she was coming, her lust, fear, yearning and humiliation boiling over into a shattering, painful orgasm which swept through her entire body, leaving her breathless and whimpering, as the tears continued to pour down her face, and her juices down her thighs and onto the toilet seat.

Claire did not follow, but sat silently in the chapel as the funeral party slowly filed out, a knowing and satisfied gaziantep zenci escort smile on her face.

~

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“How long has it been since your last Confession?” replied Father Ambrose Deconceicao. He had a warm, gentle voice, with a slight Indian lilt to it.

“Oh, it depends how you look at it. I… I’ve been to Confession a couple of times very recently — but in a normal church — I mean, you know, Wankminster Abbey? I don’t know if that counts. I guess your way will be a bit different.”

“Yes, a bit different. But we can only ever do our best.”

“Well, I’m so confused, Father. I’ve always been brought up to believe in the Enlightenment, in Pleasure, in fu–… I mean, in, you know… I’m at the RAF, you know, the Royal Academy of…”

“And do you really not believe in it anymore?”

“Well, I don’t know, Father. A lot of things have happened recently to shake my faith in the Enlightenment, and in, you know, fucking and all that — sorry, am I allowed to say that word here? I don’t know what else to call it…”

“That’s all right, sister, you can use that word — do continue.” Father Ambrose smiled indulgently.

“Well, and I heard what you said today, about the love of God, and being conquerors, and being adorned like a bride, and about there being no more mourning and crying and pain, and — oh God, Father, I so want that. But then you said that no one can serve two masters at once, and surely that means I have no hope, because how on earth can I follow the way of Love whilst living in the world out there, which is all about Pleasure and fucking and — oh sorry…”

“You don’t need to keep apologising.” Father Ambrose smiled again. “Yes, it is hard livingin the world while trying not to beof the world. And we will often fail.”

“Yes, but Fucker — I mean, Father — surely that’s not really honest? I mean, I know some members of your congregation, who talk a lot about ‘Love’ and ‘God’ and stuff — but as soon as they’re out the door, they’re fucking around as much as anyone else. Doesn’t all this God-talk just make us hypocrites?”

“That’s a good point, sister,” replied Father Ambrose as he fetched a small Bible from the pocket of his cassock. Let me read you something written by a man who wrestled with exactly that question:

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do… For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out… What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?

“Do you know what that man’s answer was? He wrote:

Thanks be to God, who delivers me!

“Now — did that man seem content with the way he was? No — but that very fact is the cornerstone of leading an honest existence. It is of course what the world hates us for, calls us hypocrite for. In the eyes of the so-called Enlightened world we will always be hypocrites, because we do not live up to our own ideals. But in the eyes of God who loves us, that is what makes us worth giving His life for.”

“But all these rules, all these things your God won’t let us do — you know, no fucking around and everything. How can anyone be happy with that? Why can’t we befree?”

Father Ambrose smiled broadly. “But are youfree, sister? I saw you running off into the toilets at the end of the service — and if you will forgive me, I could not avoid hearing what you were doing there. What that afree choice? Could you genuinely have chosen otherwise? Or are you enslaved to the Pleasure you so ardently seek?”

Alison sat in silence, trembling and silent — for she knew it was true. The priest continued: “Do not be afraid, sister. You may fail many times in Love — but you will never fail to be Loved.”

Alison paused, then took a deep breath, before asking, “Should I listen to a man who says he loves me?”

“Ah, that’s a difficult one. Some say ‘love’ a lot but mean it little. But

this is love:

not that we loved God, but that he loved us

and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.

“The true Lover gives Himself up for the one he Loves. What has your lover given up for you?”

Alison thought, and knew — but did not answer.

~

“Where the fuck did you go, Al?” Claire was sitting on the bench outside 38B Tottenham Cunt Road, quietly dildoing her pussy as she waited for Alison to reappear. There was a worried frown on her face as Alison gently shut the green door behind her: clearly, for all the pleasuring she had been giving herself, Claire remained disquieted.

“Oh, I was just having a little chat with Father Ambrose,” said Alison nervously, as she too sat down on the bench.

“What, the guy in the pyjamas?” said Claire. “What were you talking about?”

“Love,” said Alison simply. She looked at her feet.

“Oh Jesus Christ, Alison, won’t you ever give up on that bullshit? You heard that service today — it’s all shit from top to bottom: fresh, stinking shit straight from a horse’s butt into your face! And you’re just eating it up and saying ‘more, more!’ I know what you really liked best in that service — tasting my cunt-slime and then jerking off in the bathroom! Here, have some more!” said Claire, removing her dildo from her pussy and waving the glistening pungent phallus in Alison’s face.

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The four of us, two guys, two gals, rented a house together. While we knew each other from college, we hadn’t planned on becoming roommates. But unless you’re one of those over-paid Washington lawyers — which none of us was — the high cost of living in the DC area meant that no one could afford our own place. So we found a four bedroom house, across the Potomac River. We dated, but not each other. There was an unwritten rule that sex among us would complicate things too much. We were careful about how we dressed, even being sure to wear robes going to and from the shower. We kept things brotherly and sisterly. Until that night. And it was all my fault.

I’m Sarah. I had been dating a guy, but we recently broke up. My three roommates were going to a party, but I declined. I was still nursing bruised feeling from the last boyfriend. I just wasn’t in the mood to be cheerful at a meet and grab party. They left, and I remained on the couch watching a movie.

It was a love story, with some steamy sex scenes. The movie had its effect on me. When you’re used to regular sex, not having it is worse than not having had it at all. I was frustrated by my thwarted love life, and aroused by what could be. The others had only left an hour ago, and wouldn’t be back til midnight or later. With the privacy of an empty house, I allowed myself the indulgence of putting my hands inside my pants on the couch. Normally I’d only do something like that in my own room. One thing led to another, and I soon had my pants and panties down around my knees. I had opened my blouse (I wasn’t wearing a bra) and had one hand massaging my nipples, the other hand rubbing the clitoris. I was rather enjoying myself and didn’t even notice the front door opening until it was too late.

It was the three of them. The party had been canceled at the last minute when a water leak from an upstairs toilet caved in the ceiling of the host’s house.

They stared at my spread legs, at my private parts. I zayıf gaziantep escort was fully exposed.

“Oh my God,” was their universal cry.

I stared back at them with my mouth gaping open, and then hurriedly grasped clothes to cover myself. I fled into my bedroom with a scream, with my breasts flapping against the open blouse and with my naked rear end exposed from the half pulled up clothes. I curled on my bed, frozen. I was mortified. I knew I could never face them again.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

“Go away.”

It was Lisa. “Sarah, open up.”

“Please, just let me be.”

Lisa opened the bedroom door and came in anyway. She spoke.

“Look, I know it’s awkward, but everyone does it. You just got caught.”

“I can’t face the guys. What must they think of me?”

“Well, I can’t say they weren’t shocked,” she said. “We’ve all kept our sex lives pretty private. Until now. But it’s not the end of the world. Come on out and let’s talk.”

I told her I absolutely could not do that. “I can’t look any of them in the eye.”

Lisa tried logic.

“Look, you’ve been naked in front of guys before. You don’t have any unique body parts. Hiding in here isn’t going to do any good. Hold your chin up and come on out.”

I was having none of it.

“I’ve been naked before but the guy was naked too. This is different. I can’t live with the daily embarrassment of Brad and Kevin looking at me, knowing. And you too; what must you think? I have to move out.”

Lisa gave up and left. I stayed curled on the bed, tears of shame in my eyes.

Lisa conferred with the guys.

“She’s in there, devastated. She says she has to move out. I’ve never seen her like this.”

“Well, everybody masturbates,” said Brad. “Part of the shock is that we’ve been so careful about keeping our bodies and sex under wraps in the house. I’ve never gaziantep zayıf escort even seen anyone in their underwear, much less undressed. It’s like we’re running a convent.”

“I agree,” said Kevin. “When we were in the dorm at school, girls would walk to the bathroom in their bra and panties, or with a towel wrapped around them. No big deal.”

“You may be right,” said Lisa. “I thought with us living in the same house, any intimacy would lead to relationships and you know how most of them end up. Sarah is still pining over her last boyfriend. Imagine if he lived here.”

“I think we need to do something radical,” Lisa continued. “What do you say about…” and they talked. “I think it’s the only way. Agreed?” The guys agreed.

Lisa went to my room and knocked.

“Come in.”

“Sarah, I’ve talked with the guys and we have a solution. You need to come out.”

“What solution?” I asked.

“You need to come out. You’ll see.”

“How can you fix what they saw? How can you erase that memory? They’ll never forget. Nor can I,” I protested.

“Trust me. This can be fixed. You need to come out.”

I had my doubts, but I couldn’t stay in the room forever. I was shaking as I followed Lisa into the family room. The lights were dimmed.

To my surprise, the guys were there, wearing only their underpants! As I stared, Lisa took her blouse off and undid her skirt. She was in bra and panties.

On the TV was playing a porno CD that I knew Brad owned, but he had never played in front of us girls. A naked man and a woman were groping each other.

“Sex is part of our lives, Sarah,” said Lisa. “We’ve been keeping it quiet in the house, but it rages in the background. You opened the door. We thank you for that. And we want to admit it openly, so that no one has to be ashamed.”

“Oh my God,” I stammered, “what are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Brad, you’re first,” gaziantep zayıf escort bayan said Lisa.

Brad lay down on the couch. He removed his underpants. His penis and testicles sprawled out. He took some massage oil from a bottle. With his eyes on me, he began to stroke the penis. It slowly began to swell and rise.

“Brad,” I said, “no. You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” he said, “we’ve repressed ourselves in this house, pretending that we can’t be open with each other. I love sex. I masturbate all the time. I don’t want you to be ashamed for what you did. You’re our friend.”

Lisa unhooked her bra and let if drop to the floor. She sat in our lounge chair and began to massage her vulva through the panties. Then she removed the panties, showing a mass of trimmed public hair. She began to use a vibrator on the lips of the vagina.

Kevin took off his last clothes and lay on the floor. He began to massage his penis. He was circumcised, unlike Brad. He used one hand to rub his testicles as his other hand rose up and down on the penis. It arced up toward his stomach.

Soon, all three of them were in the throes of their own pleasure. I seemed the odd person out, dressed, watching them.

I was horrified and grateful. Horrified that I had been the cause of them feeling that they needed to do this, so that I would not be ashamed. And grateful that they valued me enough to do it.

I began to cry.

“Are you ok?” asked Brad, concerned.

“Yes, yes, I am. I love you guys. All of you. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” I replied.

Lisa came over to hug me. The guys did too, both still with erections. All four of us hugged, and I cried.

“Wait,” I said. “There is one piece missing in this hug.”

Then I stripped off my clothes. I couldn’t be the only one not naked.

We hugged and laughed. Brad poured drinks and we sat down, still naked, to watch that porno movie. It was hilarious how fevered the couple was about trying each and every sexual position. Don’t they know that casual nudity with your friends is so stimulating?

We stayed in that house for 2 years more. From then on, we were open and free about our bodies and our love lives. We never had sex with each other, but we were lovers. Lovers of each other and our bodies. We’re friends to this day.

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Before venturing further, I need to state for the record that this is a work of fiction and that any resemblance by any character or situation to any actual person, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. All characters presented in this narrative are over the age of 18. –Royce Houton

Chapter Three

I awoke to the sound of Kim Rainey’s Lexus SUV starting in her semicircular driveway nextdoor. It was 7 o’clock on Sunday morning and she was heading to the hospital to start another 12-hour weekend shift delivering babies in the most popular and heavily used obstetrics unit in a metropolitan region where the corners of Mississippi, Arkansas and Tennessee met, bisected by the twisting, muddy Mississippi River.

I had slept nearly a dozen hours.

After spending myself sexually in our voyeuristic, socially distanced self-pleasuring session Saturday afternoon, I had gone for a brisk walk, returned home and showered and sprawled on my sofa in my bathrobe and a beer to watch the St. Louis Cardinals beat the Washington Nationals. I was able to stay awake for two innings. I awoke at 1 o’clock, stumbled upstairs to my bed, stripped off my robe and fell, fully naked, into a deep sleep.

I was due to meet my two daughters for brunch at a trendy little bistro in suburban Olive Branch, Mississippi, in a few hours. Elizabeth and her husband had just moved to West Memphis, Arkansas and were expecting their first child — my first grandchild — in November. Susan, the oldest, had graduated from the University of Memphis and was finishing her second year in law school at Ole Miss, about a 70-minute drive to the southeast except on football game days when a drive to Oxford could take as long as three hours. She and her fiancé, a third-year Ole Miss law student, were sharing an apartment and were planning a wedding the following spring, after she got her law degree.

“Have you seen mom?” Susan asked me.

I shook my head. “Not a good idea right now. Best to let the lawyers get us through the next few weeks or months or however long it is.”

The truth is I had no intention of seeing Candace, not even after however long. But I didn’t say it. Once Beth and Susan became aware of the gravity of the adultery evidence against Candace, they stopped trying to persuade me to call off the separation and work things out. They still talked to their mom, but there was a clear chill in their relationship. Not something beyond repair, I hoped, but definitely something that would take time to heal.

“Well you look fit and chipper, Dad. What’s up with you? You’re not out there yet are you … or aren’t you?” Beth said..

“Oh no. One because I’m not in any shape for a relationship and I don’t see me being ready any time soon. For another, it’s not a good idea from a legal standpoint, and that’s all I can say about that,” I said.

It wasn’t a total lie. I mean, a joint jacking-and-jilling session between two middle-age, empty-nested neighbors in their own homes separated by a distance of two car lengths isn’t really a relationship, right? Yes, we saw each other’s most intimate parts, and yes, we engaged in explicit masturbatory play, and yes, yeni gaziantep escort we got off at the same moment. But it wasn’t really sex, at least not as it has come to be known since the presidency of Bill Clinton.

We sat and talked for nearly an hour after finishing our plates. And even though they were both now grown women on their own, I picked up the check and handed both daughters five twenty-dollar bills for gas and whatever else they needed over the next week.

I pointed my car west and drove to Tom Lee Park for a walk along the downtown Memphis riverfront. It was nearly 5 in the afternoon when I returned home. I cranked the mower and gave the lawn a quick trim. I was finishing up when Kim’s Lexus pulled into her drive.

“Not fair, Gordo. You barely broke a sweat and your grass looks like carpet,” she pouted.

“Well, I don’t let mine get as tall as yours gets,” I said. “I suppose I could help you with your back yard before I put my mower up if you ask real nice.”

A seductive grin creased her face, and she arched an eyebrow.

“I’m sure I can make it worth your while,” she purred.

She unlatched the gate leading to her back yard and let me and my mower in.

“Let me get out of these scrubs and I’ll be right out to help,” she said.

I had to raise the blade settings on my mower a couple of notches to keep the mower from choking out on the unmown half of the thick, tall fescue and clover that covered nearly a quarter of an acre behind her house. A good part of it was occupied by an expansive, three-tiered wooden deck that featured a hot tub at the highest level steps from her French doors, picnic table and gas grill on the second, and a propane-burning fire pit surrounded by reclining Adirondack chairs on the lowest level. Boxwoods trimmed to a height of nearly seven feet shielded her hot tub from view in two directions.

Complicated by the need to cut around a horseshoes pit and a hammock strung between two six-by-six treated timbers anchored in cement, I was almost finished by the time Kim emerged from her house wearing a Tennessee Titans football jersey that hung loosely all around her and fell nearly to her knees. Barefoot, she walked through the freshly cut crass with a long-neck Stella Artois in each hand. She handed one to me.

“Mighty nice of you Miz Rainey,” I said. “Cheers.”

“Well that’s one of the things that comes with a job well done,” she said, strutting toward her hammock. She sat sideways on it and began scooting her behind backward against the sturdy canvas. As she did, the hem of the blue Titans jersey rode upward, eventually revealing she wore nothing underneath. She didn’t bother pushing it down to cover herself.

“You’re killing me, Kim. Just killing me,” I said, drawing a snort of laughter from her.

The corners of her mouth pulled into a sly grin.

“You do know other things come from a job well done,” she said, dipping her free hand down toward her already moistening slit.

“This isn’t safe, Kim. Not for either of us. It would take some doing, but it’s not impossible for us to be seen out here in the open like this,” I said. gaziantep yeni escort “Any of the neighbors could have seen me roll my mower through your gate and heard it running back here.”

“So?” she said. “Nobody’s forcing you to stay. But there’s nothing says a girl can’t enjoy herself in the privacy of her own backyard.”

She had a point to a point. An unbroken eight-foot wooden privacy fence arose from the rear boundary of both properties. Beyond that was 20-acre public park ringed by a buffer of tall pines and underbrush that blocked our homes completely from the park’s most heavily used public areas. From the street, a view of our backyards was obscured by a sprawling Magnolia about 30 feet high near the property line and a six-foot-tall fence and gates behind that. But between our two fenced-in back yards was only the four-foot-tall fence that was there mainly to restrain our dogs, though neither the Raineys nor I had owned a dog for a while. The side of my back yard opposite the Rainey property was sealed from view by a continuation of the eight-foot fencing and a thicket of dogwoods that was impermeable to a height of nearly 20 feet from spring through October every year. The back of Kim’s property opposite mine was also girded by eight feet of fencing and a thick growth of Leyland Cypress trees that visually shut her off completely from nextdoor neighbors who were insufferable, condescending snobs.

But divorce lawyers and the sleazy gumshoes they employ can be devious and inventive. Tiny cameras can be placed nearly anywhere, Easton Masters had admonished me. While peeping inside a domicile is clearly a breach of privacy no judge would tolerate, nakedness outdoors in broad daylight visible from a public vantage point doesn’t enjoy nearly the degree of privacy protection in court, particularly if it involves explicit sexuality in the presence of another person, whether they make physical contact or not.

“I think maybe I best keep a respectful distance, OK?” I said.

With my erection now plainly pressing against the zipper of my cargo pants, I turned and pushed my mower out the gate of Kim’s back yard, into my backyard and into the utility shed in the rear corner of my lawn closest to hers.

Kim had remained in the hammock but had pulled herself fully into it. By the time I walked onto my raised deck, I had a clear, direct view of her crotch from a distance of maybe 45 feet. I took a careful, 360-degree look around to ensure I couldn’t be easily seen. The sun was setting, and its dying orange rays crowned the park pines beyond our rear fences. Comfortable that I was visible only to Kim, I shed my shorts and shirt as she raised her jersey just over her tits.

My penis sprung to life as if it hadn’t been touched in ages as I gazed at Kim, sliding her right hand up and down her slippery slit from her clit to her opening and back, and her left hand brought her nipples to rapt attention crowning their puffy aureoles.

Something about actually being outdoors added an element of erotic adventure to our symbiotic self-stimulation. While she was farther away than she had been the day before, gaziantep yeni escort bayan I could still see clearly enough that the sweet, viscous secretions from her pussy had quickly covered her hands. Her smooth mound, lower abdomen and inner thighs were slick with it.

Kim began motioning to me with the hand that had been kneading her tits. “Closer,” she rasped, “closer so I can see.”

While I could see her clearly, the spindles supporting the top rail of my deck were interfering with her view of me. I stood, and she was waving me closer still. I stepped down a few steps from the top level of my deck, closing the distance between to about 25 feet.

“There,” she said in a voice hoarse with lust, She dipped both hands into her soaked pussy and brought her left hand back, wet with her lubrication, to her nipples, tweaking and twirling them as her hips began rolling to their own primitive rhythm.

Her eyes were locked on my cock and my fist stroking it — its head now covered in my own precum as it disappeared and reappeared into the fist of my right hand.

“Make it cum … make it cum,” she grunted, her right hand now a blur, diving two fingers deep into herself while the pad of her thumb pressured her clit.

Her words and the sight before me pulled the trigger deep behind my balls, my warning that a load of jizz was on its way. A low groan emerged from deep within me as my hips rocked forward involuntarily with such force that I almost lost my balance. I stilled my hand at the base of my erection and the first jet of semen leapt from me, in Kim’s direction, before splattering on the smooth, bottom step of my deck steps.

My ejaculation instantly brought Kim with me. “Oh fuck, oh fuuuu … ,” she moaned as her hips seized, struggling upward and trembling in a powerful orgasm, her thighs now clamping tightly shut, trapping her fingers deep inside her pussy. Her nipples had gone from pink to nearly red, puffy and protruding. Between her breasts, jiggling with her climactic tremors, her skin flushed pink upward toward her neck before it disappeared beneath the jersey bunched around her neck. Her toes curled downward, as if her foot were trying to make a fist. Her eyelids fluttered, her head cocked backward and her mouth opened.

She let out a sharp, short yelp and her hips convulsed anew as a clear liquid gushed through her fingers and her legs once again swung open. She removed her hand and the last of her feminine ejaculate spewed onto the canvas hammock.

Kim’s aftershocks continued for nearly a minute, culminating the most intense feminine climax I had ever seen. I stood frozen, afraid to blink, as the last of my milky cum drained from the tip of my slowly deflating penis, joining a considerable mess splattered on my bare feet and the steps below.

Finally, Kim’s body went limp and she sunk deeply into the hammock, her legs splayed over either side and her arms crossed over her chest. Her breathing remained deep as it slowed. Her sleepy eyes opened and a satisfied smile spread across her flushed face. She raised her head and saw me standing there, my penis semi-tumescent and my right hand covered in jizz. She giggled.

“Now I’ve got to figure out how to wash a lady-cum stain out of a canvas hammock,” she said. “I bet that’s not something people Google every day.”

With that she rocked herself out of the hammock, pulled down her Titans jersey, walked proudly across her newly mown grass and up her deck before flashing her magnificent ass at me once more, then disappearing behind her French doors.

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So I am a Chuck??? I DISAGREE
When I first met my wife Toni of over 27 years she was a novice at sex yes she was married before had a child but really no experience. She had never had oral sex of any kind no foreplay ahe never gave a blow job did not even trim or shave her pubic area ,yes I mean her pussy lol.
So after we met I introduced her to these things I pleasured her with oral sex bring her to many orgasms , taught her how to suck my dick she has become a deep throat specialist although she still to this day does not like to have a man come in her throat she will do it for me on special occasions though.
Her training I guess you would call it started out slow I went out bought her a vibrator and dildo some xrated movies that we watched she liked them we talked about them and she would try to imitate the actresses on the screen ,next I bought her with me and we bought some more toys and I had her pick out some movies she picked some inter racial and threesome foursome movies as we watched these she was excited ! She started to talk about it in fantasies while we were making love.
I had her dress more sexy when we went out to te grocery store or just shopping even got her to wear a skirt with no panties I would watch from afar as she would purposely bend over and tease men in the isles showing off her bare pussy and tits to strangers in the stores we had fun laugh about it sometimes she would get so excited talking about taking one to the parking lot and giving a blow job or fucking him in the car she would have to release so she would play with herself in the car as I drove or give me a blow job while I drove ,it was hot and exciting . When we got home it was straight to sex we close the door and many times never make it to the bedroom she would do me right there at the entrance of the house on the floor get on all fours and have me slam it home always coming loudly .As time progressed I got her to be more daring she would flash her tits or pussy to truckers on the highway many times they would honk there horns at her for approval which just got her to be more braizen she would then masterbate for them to watch sometimes she would carry her vibrator or dildo with her for the show she was hot and having fun , when we stopped we would have crazy sex sometimes right in the car or just outside it was hot primal very sexy hot and sweaty at times she would give me a blow job under the table at a restaurant or bar we were at because she got horny from all the teasing she had done.
Next we started to tape our lovemaking sessions and then I asked her to make tapes using her toys and outfits which she did and she started to use the fantasy of the neighbor coming over to fuck her and repair guys this turned is both on. It went on for a while only a fantasy till one evening I had a friend come over from out of yavuzeli escort town we were drinking and talking she was dressed sexy so I asked her to try to tease him see if she could get him hard ,she agreed and opened another button on her top and would purposely bend over as the evening progressed we started to play truth or dare when she refused to tell the truth I told her she had to do a dare and asked her to strip for us both she protested at first then I told her she agreed to play the game and that what she had to do so she put a more seductive music on and did a very sexual dance and began to strip very slowly my friend asked if I was ok with him being there and I whispered to him this is a fantasy we have been talking about because of the movies we have been watching and I wanted to see how far she was willing to go he was game . so the game went on and we all ended up naked so I suggested that Toni give us both head she looked at me as if to say are you sure and immediately went to my friend nickname the Doctor she deep throated him like a pro he was so horny he ended up exploding all over her tits what a sight she suggested we go upstairs and get more comfortable then she gave me a blow job for awhile by that time the Doc was hard again so I offered him to go first he climbed on and started fuck o fast for her so she flip over so she was on top and she could control the speed and tempo I watched in amazement at how well she was taking this and then I decided to join I wanted to try her first DP she was not into anal sex but I tried since she was in position she slapped my dick away and then she slipped it into her pussy now she had two cocks in her pussy and she came like a wild woman forcing both of us over the top and we just exploded and filled her pussy now as we lay spent she began to lick us both clean taking turns on me then the doc before he left the doc got to fuck her one more time then after he left we make slow passionate love for about an hour it was great an I was hooked .
The next day she was worried that I would get upset about the night before she said it was out of her system she was sorry and all that I assured her I was as much at fault as she was I started it after all never the less she wanted to take a break she did not feel comfortable . We took a break from that for a while but never stop watching the movies and I bought more of horny house wifes and doing the repair man or neighbor ,she never objected and would get into them before long she would be talking about it when we made love and she would tell some hot stories about what she would be doing or what they were doing to her what an imagination ! very vivid ,colorful in her explanation I loved it .
Toni started to make me more videos dressed in her outfits and using her toys ,hand yavuzeli escort bayan cuffs etc. and she started to even use vegetables in her shows then when she made dinner she would feed them to me after she marinated them with her pussy juices this she did all on her own ,which I loved and ate gladly
I thought it was very sexy.
We started to go out to the grocery stores again and play our little game we were back on tract for me to turn Toni into my sex slave that would do anything for me .All I had to do was ask not demand just ask.Now she would even go over to the guy that was checking out her pussy or tits and ask him for help with something on a high shelf or bend over and ask if he could get some thing next to him on a low shelf so his face was almost in her crotch I would watch from down the isle not be standing with her .
The next thing I did was buy a mini tape recorder and had her tape any fantasies that came to her through out the day,I wanted to get her used to it for the next step ,I asked her to seduce the pizza delivery guy and I set up the video camera in the closet of our room and asked her to turn on the mini cassette tape for down stairs so I could hear what had transpired . It took a while and a lot of asking but she finally agreed ,we did it on my day off so I would not be far away if needed she had my number set up on speed dial !!! She called in the order and was told it would be about thirty minutes and was given the price so she went to get dressed in the skimpiest see through outfit she could find and put a robe on when I was sure she looked perfect I left but stayed close by w lived in a condo compex at the time it was during the day while the kids are all in school so there where few cars in the parking lot ,I parked facing our condo but far enough so that you could not make me out from the condo . Shortly after I left Toni put the recorder on and the actress came out she was talking saying I am so hungry what is taking the food so long .I am so horny I guess I have to play with myself till it gets here and ou can here in the background how wet her pussy is as she is playing with it !!! All of the sudden she hears a car pull up and she know it’s the delivery guy the door bell rings and she says one miniute please she straightens her robe out and answers the door ,the driver tells her an amount she say Oh I left my purse up stairs why don’t you come in he enters she closes the door and goes upstairs really to turn on the video camera in the closet and the plan goes into action she come down stairs and she new the driver we can call him Marcus she tells him I know you from some where he says I think it’s the clubs she agrees she says Marcus I have a question to ask I have been talking with my friends and they have me doing a dare do you escort yavuzeli mind participating in it . He says that depends what does it entail . She says well I am supposed to expose myself to the delivery driver is that ok .He says of course .so she takes of the robe is wearing a see through top her nipples are very large about 3 to 4 inches in diameter and they stick out about a half inch when excited ,she is wearing crotchless panties and high Heels she spins around bends over to give a good look at her ass then bends back so her could see her swollen pink wet pussy and asks do you like what you see ? He is going crazy and she says I see your cock does because she can see it through his pants . She asks if he has to get back quick he says he has a little time days are slower the nights and asks is that all the dare is supposed to be she says no that she is supposed to give him a blow job she tells him she does not care about the dare she will pay the bet but she really wants to give him a blow job he says but what if your husband finds out she say he won’t all the girls are doing it and she wanted to know how it felt ,he say he was honored so goes down you hear the zipper coming down she tells him he has a nice dick and she hope he enjoys it .as she giving him a blow job he is rubbing her pussy he tells her she is so wet you can hear his fingers sliding in and out and rubbing her clit she finally says I really want to feel this thing in me do you want to come upstairs and we can finish the right way . He could not get up the stairs quick enough !!! by the time he is up stairs he is naked you can see when he walks into the first frame she lays down on the bed so you can see him climb on and enter her he starts to fuck her and comes very quickly maybe 5 to 10 strokes he is saying he sorry but its been awhile for him and all this excitement he could not hold back . They lay on the bed talking kissing for a few n=minutes he says he has to get back to work but says he owes her a better fuck and she can cash in on at anytime . she throughs her robe on and walks him to the door .After he leaves she says to the tapes recorder that’s a day in the life of a horny house wife and goes upstairs to play with her horny self .I come in about 5 minutes later and I hear her coming at the top of her lungs screaming I am coming I run up the stairs and start to finger her wet pussy and lick and suck it she produced a condom which she says he insisted on to prove he did fuck her then she ripped my clothes off and fucked my brains out . After we calmed down we watched the video believe it or not the video picked up most of the voice from down stairs and you could even hear when Toni was giving him a blow job the slurping and sucking along with his moaning and both the talking .The actual fucking was less than 2 minutes but you could see Toni’s expression when he first enters it was priceless and also when he came so quick the look of disappointment ,but as it goes she did everything I asked we watched and listened to the video and recordings many time before and during our own love making sessions so it was a success.

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Love,
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Dear John,
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Love,
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Chapitre 5 — Suite de la formation de salope

Le mardi suivant, Sandra se retrouve à nouveau dans la chambre de l’hôtel, face à la caméra. Comme cela commence à devenir une habitude, elle récite le texte que lui a fait apprendre par cœur son patron.

Cette fois, il l’a obligée, alors qu’elle distribuait les chèques-repas à l’ensemble des ouvriers employés par la société, à glisser son numéro de téléphone à deux d’entre eux en les invitant à prendre « un peu de bon temps ». Malgré la profonde honte ressentie, elle a évidemment été contrainte de le faire.

Son choix devait absolument se porter sur deux hommes d’origine magrébine. Son chef l’avait en effet informée de sa volonté de lui « faire découvrir des bites du monde entier ». Et là, devant le caméscope, vêtue de bas-nylon, d’un string, d’un porte – jarretelles et un soutien-gorge transparent, tous de couleur noire, elle prononce les mots escomptés :

– Bonjour! Me revoilà! C’est à nouveau Sandra. Il est important de diversifier les plaisirs sexuels dans la vie. Après un Black, il est temps pour moi d’explorer le Maghreb. Je me suis levée deux Arabes. L’occasion de faire un trio. D’autant que je meurs de faim! J’avais envie de queues, vous n’imaginez pas à quel point! J’ai entendu frapper à la porte : il est visiblement temps de passer aux exercices pratiques! Bon spectacle!

Ce faisant, elle invite les deux hommes, qui ont pris soin de porter un loup, à pénétrer dans la chambre. Elle les invite à se déshabiller puis, une fois ceux-ci dans le plus simple appareil, dégrafe son soutien-gorge, s’allonge sur le lit et les invite à s’occuper chacun de l’un de ses seins.

Elle reprend son monologue, se souvenant des phrases qu’elle doit prononcer : – J’espère que vous aimez ce que vous voyez et que vous êtes en forme, car là, je suis chaude comme jamais! Elle doit aussi les laisser se vider dans ses trois trous et toujours avoir, comme lui a demandé Roger, « deux trous occupés en même temps ». Lorsqu’elle les suce, elle doit faire énormément de bruit. En outre, la séance de baise doit être parsemée d’un langage vulgaire et d’encouragements salaces.

Pendant deux heures, elle est le jouet de leurs débordements bandulatoires : tantôt elle les branle et les suce en même temps, ou bien elle en suce un tout en baisant l’autre. Mais le pire reste à venir : se retournant une dernière fois face à la caméra, elle sait que le moment qui la terrifie va se produire dans quelques instants : – Pour être une bonne salope, il faut savoir tout faire et tout aimer. Il est temps de vous faire découvrir ce qu’est une double pénétration, à savoir avoir, en même temps, une bite dans la chatte et une bite dans le cul!

Elle tente, tant bien que mal, de garder le contrôle de ses nefs, tandis que ses amants se positionnent : elle chevauche le mieux monté des deux tandis que l’autre, avec l’aide massive de vaseline, s’active à la pénétrer analement. Elle croit défaillir. Après quelques minutes d’efforts, celui-ci arrive à ses fins. Sandra est remplie comme jamais, atteignant rapidement le seuil de la douleur. Elle poursuit tant bien que mal ses invitations devant la caméra : – C’est booooon! Oh que c’est bon! Allez-y baisez-moi! Plus fort! Je veux sentir vos queues bien dures!

Grimaçante de douleur, elle se sent enfin soulagée lorsque les deux Arabes, qui se sont désormais coordonner au niveau des mouvements, crachent en même leur semence dans ses entrailles. Inerte, elle reste de longs moments sans bouger ni mot dire, tandis que les hommes, se rhabillant, la félicite pour sa performance : – T’es une vraie chienne! Jamais, quand on te voit à l’usine, on n’aurait pu imaginer que t’étais la dernière des salopes! Putain, t’es vachement bonne!

Après plusieurs minutes, elle se relève, glisse ses sous-vêtements dans son sac, change de tenue (mini-jupe obligatoire) et retourne sur son lieu de travail, remet la caméra à son patron qui, après avoir visionné le film avec un sourire narquois, lui donne ses nouvelles instructions : – Et bien, tu dois être épuisée! Prends congé le reste de la semaine! On dira que tu es en « récupération »! Et préviens ta famille que tu seras absente pendant une semaine, du dimanche au dimanche.

– Nous allons en Italie.

– Pour ta valise, prends uniquement les vêtements que nous avons achetés au Centre commercial, y compris les chaussures. Comme je connais désormais tes mensurations, je m’occupe du reste de tes tenues. Tu verras, tu vas adorer ce séjour… Dernière question yabancı gaziantep escort : as-tu un passeport?

– Euh… oui Monsieur, j’ai un passeport! Mais je ne comprends : il ne faut pas un passeport pour l’Italie…

– Tu es blonde, donc ne pose pas de question!

– Rendez-vous dimanche, à 9h du matin, à l’aéroport Charles de Gaule… Ne sois pas en retard!

La proposition de son chef ne manque pas d’inquiéter Sandra, d’autant que d’après sur internet, il apparaît qu’aucun vol n’est prévu pour l’Italie à cette heure-là.

Le dimanche, tel que convenu, l’intéressée se retrouve dans le hall d’entrée dudit aéroport.

Roger l’accueille immédiatement.

– On y va?

– Mais… Monsieur… il n’y aucun vol de prévu pour l’Italie…

– J’ai changé d’avis : on va finalement en Jamaïque. Tu y es opposée?

– Non… Monsieur! répond, désarçonnée la secrétaire.

– Parfait! Dans la vie, il faut des surprises, non?

– Oui… Monsieur…

– Tu parles anglais?

– Oui… Monsieur…

– Parfait!

Chapitre 6 – Suite des voyages

Et pendant huit heures, soit la durée du trajet, Sandra se demande ce qui l’attend. Le vol en question est à destination de Négril, une ville de cet Etat. Son boss ne lui adresse quasi pas la parole, ne faisant que renforcer son angoisse.

Arrivés à Négril, les deux intéressés prennent ensuite un taxi pendant plus d’une heure. La voiture se gare finalement devant un hôtel prénommé « L’Hédoniste ».

Pénétrant dans le hall de l’établissement en question, Sandra est alors informée par Roger de l’affectation de celui-ci : – Il s’agit d’un club libertin où tout est permis! Une fois les traditionnelles formalités remplies, les deux touristes se rendent dans la chambre réservée par le patron.

– J’ai pris une chambre avec des miroirs sur les murs et le plafond! Tu verras mieux ainsi comment tu es baisée. Heureuse?

– Oui, Monsieur, je suis très heureuse.

La fin de journée se passe sans encombre et vers vingt heures, il l’invite à se rendre au restaurant. Vêtue uniquement de sous-vêtements, elle doit se rendre dans la salle à manger. Portant un simple string –donné par son boss- et un soutien-gorge, elle est très gênée de se rendre à cet endroit dans une telle tenue. Elle s’exécute néanmoins. Hormis cet accoutrement indécent, où tout le monde peut voir ses fesses –et fort heureusement elle n’est pas la seule-, rien ne se passe, hormis que Roger, de retour à l’hôtel, ne manque pas de la baiser assez brutalement, tandis qu’elle a les yeux, vides, fixés sur le plafond de la salle, où les miroirs ne manquent pas de ne lui faire perdre aucun détail de sa saillie.

Le lendemain matin, avant de se rendre au petit déjeuner, il l’oblige à le sucer sur la terrasse du balcon. Tandis que des occupants passent devant celle-ci, sur la plage située en-dessous, Sandra, en pleine action, aimerait rentrer sous terre : c’est la première fois qu’elle fait une pipe « en public ».

Son chef n’a pas manqué de l’informer de la suite des événements : – La chambre que j’ai réservée est située dans la partie naturiste, près de la piscine où il y a régulièrement des soirées coquines. Celles-ci sont thématiques. Ce soir, c’est « soirée soleil ». Il lui tend alors un micro-bikini acheté par ses soins et qu’elle durant tout le dîner. Après ce moment de divertissement, la fin du spectacle suivant le repas étant terminée, ils se rendent, après être retournés à la chambre. Il l’oblige à changer de vêtements –elle porte juste une mini-jupe et un chemisier sans soutien-gorge, à la soirée lui succédant en extérieur, près de la disco.

La « piste de dance » est située à l’extérieur des chambres, dans une cour intérieure.

Une musique des années 80 s’égrène.

Roger lui donne de nouvelles instructions : – Vas sur la « piste », à trois mètres de moi, histoire que je ne manque rien du spectacle. Danse en ondulant bien du bassin.

Elle s’exécute. Elle n’a pas remarqué que deux Pakistanais ne manquent pas une miette du spectacle qu’elle offre ainsi. Après dix minutes de déhanchement à la limite de l’obscénité, son patron lui donne une injonction :

– Tu vois, derrière toi, il y a deux hommes qui apprécient ta performance. Tu vas aller t’asseoir sur la cuisse de celui qui est le plus proche de toi et tu te frotteras. Comme tu n’as pas de culotte, je suis sûr que cela va t’exciter rapidement. Tu lui masseras la yabancı gaziantep escort braguette, en lui disant que tu aimes faire durcir les mecs et que tu as envie de baiser.

Le résultat est instantané. Le Paki bande comme un âne. Le boss invite dès lors Sandra à demander à celui-ci et à son ami d’aller à la discothèque du club.

Elle devra les embrasser amoureusement et langoureusement. Il lui est ensuite demandé de leur suggérer de faire un plongeon dans la petite piscine (trois mètres sur trois, et d’une hauteur d’un mètre cinquante) située à côté de la boîte de nuit. Elle s’exécute et tous les trois se retrouvent bientôt, dans le plus simple appareil, à barboter dans le plan d’eau.

Là encore, elle doit les faire bander en les branlant sous l’eau, puis en les suçant sur le rebord de la piscine sans les faire éjaculer, avant de les conduire, nue, vers la chambre. Roger les accompagne. Durant près de trois heures, elle est l’objet de toutes les dégradations, la nuit se terminant par une triple pénétration, son boss se contentant d’une fellation tandis que les deux étrangers la pénètrent vaginalement et analement.

Jamais elle n’a été aussi souillée.

Avant que les deux Pakistanais ne quittent la chambre, le patron leur signalent qu’ils ne doivent pas se gêner pour satisfaire leurs besoins sexuels. Il leur suffira de faire un signe et Sandra s’exécutera. La journée, après la traditionnelle pipe en public sur le balcon, s’égrène donc, entrecoupée de bronzage sur la plage, la lecture de magazines « people » que Roger lui oblige à lire en tant que « conne de blonde » et de scènes de sexe, dont la plus humiliante est celle où elle est contrainte de s’activer sur les deux hommes dans la grande piscine, où elle finit par, ayant baisé l’un tout en suçant l’autre, subir une double pénétration.

Le jour suivant, peu avant midi, allongée à côté de son patron, sur un transat, elle reçoit de nouvelles instructions : – Tu aimes les Amerloques?

– Oui… Monsieur… j’aime les Américains…

– Tant mieux! Regarde au bar! Il y a un Amerloque roux, visiblement célibataire. Rends-toi près de lui et commence une conversation –même si c’est difficile pour toi- tout en lui touchant les couilles. Fais — le bander en lui disant que tu as envie de mieux le connaître. Sans tarder…

– Tu lui proposeras ensuite d’aller dans la chambre. Comme pour les autres, tu l’inviteras à te suivre et à te niquer dans tes trois trous. Ensuite, tu le ramèneras près de moi…

Aussitôt exigé, aussitôt fait : environ une heure plus tard, elle revient avec le rouquin, un type dans la trentaine. Là encore, Roger invite celui-ci à utiliser Sandra dès qu’il en aura besoin. Dès le lendemain, entre deux séances de bronzage, elle est contrainte de satisfaire –en plus de son boss- les envies de trois autres hommes. – Me voilà contrainte de coucher avec quatre mecs par jour! pense-t-elle en son for intérieur.

C’est horrible pour elle.

Le matin suivant, après avoir effectué une nouvelle pipe en public et, dans la foulée, été longuement et sauvagement baisée par son boss, la secrétaire remarque une conversation animée sur la plage entre celui-ci et un homme bedonnant, tatoué sur la moitié du corps, âgé d’une bonne soixantaine d’années. A la fin de la discussion et le sexagénaire parti, Roger, d’un geste de la main, l’invite à le rejoindre : – Je viens de parler avec Gerhard, un Allemand particulièrement sympathique et célibataire. Je lui ai promis une jolie surprise pour ce soir. Il viendra vers dix-neuf heures, au moment du dîner et juste avant le spectacle.

– Tu es heureuse?

– Oui… Monsieur… je suis heureuse!

– Parfait!

Après avoir passé son temps à soulager le reste de la journée les deux Pakistanais et l’Américain, Sandra se retrouve avec son chef dans la chambre de l’hôtel.

Celui-ci, guilleret, lui annonce le programme de la soirée : – Aujourd’hui, c’est soirée SM! Avant de lui tendre une tenue sortie de sa valise. Celle-ci s’avère des plus étranges et malsaines : elle consiste en une série de bandes noires horizontales laissant deviner amplement son corps, d’autant que l’assistante est sans sous-vêtement.

On devine largement ses seins et ses fesses. Pour parfaire son « accoutrement », Roger lui passe au tour du cou un collier noir, dont une boucle dorée permet de prolonger celui-ci par une laisse de chien. La secrétaire croit mourir. A dix-neuf heures yabancı gaziantep escort bayan précises, des coups retentissent sur la porte et, sans dire un mot, son chef tend la laisse au Germanique.

Durant plus d’une heure, la fille est ainsi baladée devant les quatre cents convives qui occupent la salle à manger. Les larmes aux yeux, sous le regard de son chef, elle est ainsi exposée et exhibée par l’Allemand, qui ne boude pas son plaisir. De retour à la chambre, en passant par la discothèque, elle est évidemment contrainte d’assumer son statut de « super-salope », comme lui a indiqué son patron, avant de baiser avec son « maître » d’un soir. Là encore, elle est contrainte de le satisfaire pleinement, celui-ci ne manquant de remplir et d’inonder la malheureuse dans ses trois orifices « désormais publics ».

Je couche avec un vieux, se dit-elle, anéantie.

Les jours suivants, elle passe son temps à « câliner » cinq hommes à chaque moment de la journée.

Elle se sent toutefois soulagée : il ne reste que deux journées avant la fin du séjour et le retour, en soirée, vers l’aéroport Charles de Gaulle. L’avant-dernier jour réserve à Sandra une nouvelle surprise : le matin même, son patron l’informe qu’il a réservé une excursion pour remonter à pied la plus belle rivière de Jamaïque. Le rendez-vous est fixé à onze heures, un bus emmenant les inscrits de plusieurs hôtels. Ce disant, il tend un micro-bikini à l’intéressée. Celui-ci, composé d’un string, dévoile totalement les fesses de la secrétaire, et d’un soutien-gorge minimaliste, dévoilant largement une grande partie de ses seins.

Une fois arrivée, comme tous les autres participants, Sandra est invitée à enfiler son « costume ». Elle est gênée comme jamais elle ne l’a été. La remontée, sous l’encadrement de deux Blacks jamaïcains, se déroule sans problème, même si les regards se portent immanquablement sur son cul. Fort heureusement pense-t-elle, le groupe de trente personnes ne compte aucun enfant et seuls y participent plusieurs adolescents de plus de seize ans. A chaque difficulté, notamment un passage sur des pierres, ses fesses et ses seins ondulent, dévoilant une grande partie de ses charmes. Les jeunes et les deux guides s’en régalent, ces derniers ne manquant de toucher longuement son fessier pour l’aider à franchir les obstacles naturels.

Au terme d’une activité de près de deux heures, Sandra arrive enfin au terme de cette exploration. Elle est invitée par Roger, tandis que les autres se rhabillent, à draguer les deux guides et à s’éloigner quelque peu des « huttes » qui accueillent, en fin de parcours, les participants.

Elle a vingt minutes pour les satisfaire. Ce qu’elle fait, les consignes lui interdisant d’utiliser son vagin. Elle s’exécute, prodiguant une fellation démentielle au premier avant de se faire enculer par le second. Comme si de rien n’était, elle revient rejoindre le groupe. Même si elle tente d’afficher un sourire de façade, elle sait qu’aucun des touristes n’est dupe de ce qu’elle vient de faire pendant son absence forcée.

Le dernier jour du séjour en Jamaïque se termine par une ultime surprise. Dès le matin, après la traditionnelle fellation sur le balcon, Roger informe sa subalterne qu’il a pris contact avec le photographe indépendant travaillant pour l’hôtel : – Je t’ai réservé une séance photo ce midi. Elle comportera deux volets : l’un érotique et l’autre pornographique.

Ce faisant, il lui tend une petite valisette concernant un gode, un plug anal, des boules de geisha et des chapelets anaux. La première partie se fera avec le micro-bikini –même si elle terminera évidemment nue- et la seconde sans aucun sous-vêtement. Elle devra en outre « remercier » le photographe, l’invitant à prendre ses trois orifices, le tout sur la plage. Et pendant deux heures, Sandra se plie aux exigences du professionnel avant de lui faire part de sa grande « satisfaction ».

De retour cette fois à la réception, sur la table d’un petit salon discret, son patron sélectionne une cinquantaine de photos payantes : – Avec les vidéos et les photographies, tu ne manqueras pas, si je le fais, de devenir la star des sites pornos… Sois donc obéissante… Cela te plaît?

– Oui… Monsieur… cela me plaît…

Le retour sur Paris se passe sans encombre. Durant tout le temps du trajet, la secrétaire réfléchit à l’excuse qu’elle pourra donner à son mari pour justifier son bronzage intégral. Elle opte pour un séjour inutile en Sicile, sans quasi jamais avoir vu son boss. Elle en a donc profité pour se faire dorer au soleil dans la partie naturiste de l’hôtel, sans que personne, vu les murs protecteurs entourant la zone, ne la voit. Et ce, uniquement pour faire plaisir à son mari, qui la croit.

Le soir même, excité comme jamais, il lui fait l’amour de comme jamais. Le lundi, de retour au travail, elle prend acte des nouvelles injonctions de son chef…

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