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This morning I had an appointment to get a filling replaced and a cavity that was just starting to appear, filled. I had been getting headaches for a while, so I had been to my doctor and he had given me some pills to take if the pain got too bad. He had also suggested that I see the dentist, as he figured that my teeth might be the source of the pain. The pain would start at the side of my neck near the point where my jaws connected and spread until it ran up the side of my head to behind my eyes.

I live in a small town in the mountains, with a few larger towns about a half hours drive away and a small city an hour away. Years ago, a small business complex was built and a dentist moved in. Not long after, a dental lab moved in so that they could service the towns nearby rather than spend more money to set up in labs in all the towns around us. They had a good reputation among all the dentists and orthodontists around us for doing excellent work, and they were also fast, often able to do same day or next day orders for their business clients. Most of the dental and orthodontic businesses closed their own labs and just used the lab in our town.

Being a small town, the business complex had the doctor, the dentist, the dental lab and other medical professionals in it, including an orthodontist who came in a few days a week and shared the office with the dentist, since they used much of the same equipment.

Since they were all in the same building, it was easy for them to share information, especially since the receptionists did the appointment scheduling and file handling for all of them. I could book all of my appointments for the same day and I could go from one appointment to the next with hardly any wait time between appointments. There were times where they needed to consult with each other about a patients care.

The entrance to the offices is in the middle of the main floor, with the waiting room in the center of the building. The doctor is on the one side and the dentist and orthodontist on the other, which is convenient for all of them. The dental lab is on the floor above them. Since the lab doesn’t get many visitors, it just uses the receptionists to handle the incoming and outgoing packages.

That is how I ended up here today. I had seen the dentist a couple of times and it was decided that I had a couple of teeth that needed the fillings replaced. They had already done the X-rays and taken impressions of both my upper and lower jaws. When the orthodontist had seen the records, she had suggested that the alignment of my jaws might be part of the problem as well.

When I woke up this morning, I had a bad headache, so I took one of the pills and skipped breakfast, laying in bed before heading to my dental appointment. I don’t live far from the office, so I usually just walk there, which is what I did today. When I walked in today, the doctor was at the desk and asked how I was doing. I replied that, “I woke up with a headache and took a pill. I feel a little sleepy, but am feeling a bit better now.”

Before I can even sit down, the receptionist says, “There are a couple of insurance forms to sign and then you can go right in. We had a cancellation and can get you in early. Make yourself comfortable and they will have you started in no time at all.”

I had been told that it would be a long appointment and that they would take a couple of breaks partway through the appointment. The plan was to give me a mild sedative before they numbed my mouth. One of the forms was a medical consent form confirming that I was agreeing to the recommended treatment as determined by the Dentist. I signed all the forms and was escorted back to the chair by the cute dental assistant.

I was a bit surprised to see that it was the girl who works with the orthodontist, but she did help out the dentist too if she wasn’t busy. She did give me a nice smile and I saw that she had just gotten braces. I had seen her around town from time to time and the last time I had talked to her, she had commented that she had been offered free treatment after she had worked for the orthodontist for a while.

After she got me settled in the chair, I asked her, “When did you get your braces? They look new.”

“She just put them on last week. I was given the option of what type of braces I wanted. I looked at the different types of brackets and, after talking to quite a few patients, both present and former, decided on these.” She gave me a big smile, letting me get a good look at them. “They aren’t the fancy new brackets that have the little doors on them. I wanted the older kind that have the ligatures that hold the wire in. In my opinion, they just look better and the ligatures are easier to change. I can even change them myself if I want to. I ordered some brighter colours for myself.” She gave me another smile, letting me take another look. “I can even Escort Bayan Gaziantep put two colours on each bracket if I want or twist them so that they form an ‘X’ on the bracket.”

She looked so happy with and about her new braces, a big smile on her face as she started setting things out for my appointment. “Are you ready for the sedative? They have you scheduled for quite a bit of work. I see that it might be a root canal on the one tooth because of the size of the filling already there. And I see that the dentist has asked my boss to take a better look at how your teeth are lining up.”

“If they can figure out some way to stop these headaches, I will be so happy for them to fix it.” She gave me the pill and I popped it into my mouth and swallowed it. I laid my head against the headrest and she reclined the chair, then got me to open my mouth while she checked my teeth. I was already feeling relaxed from the pill that I had taken earlier in the morning and her bright, metal-bracketed smile was helping to relax me even more. “What is your favourite ligature colour? I have always liked black and silver. Black just seems to make them stand out so much more and silver makes it look as if there is so much more metal in the mouth. I like how your brackets look.” My speech began to slur as the sedative started to take effect.

I listened as she began to tell me, “I don’t think that I have a favourite colour. I want to have bright colours, ones that show that I have braces and that I am not ashamed of them. I want people to…,” and that is the last thing that I remembered for a while. I have vague recollections of someone shaking me gently and asking me to open my mouth. That was followed by something poking into my jaw and then a numb feeling settled in and something was placed between my jaws and my cheeks to keep my mouth open.

I partially woke up one time to hear a voice asking, “Do you have a band that will fit over this premolar? The adjustable one that I usually use is broken. I would rather use one of yours than have the tooth crack.”

An older female voice replies, “The only bands that I have are the ones with brackets on them. Will that be okay?”

A male voice replies, “It will have to do. It might be better than using mine anyways. I can just leave it on for a while to stabilize the tooth and let the filling completely harden.” Then I drift off to sleep again.

The next thing I remember is the metal-clad smile of the assistant looking down at me. “We are done with the first tooth.” Then I vaguely recall her asking me to open and close my jaw. “Keep doing that and let me know if there is any pain or discomfort,” she says, “the orthodontist wants to check if there is a misalignment in your jaw.” I think I did it a few times, but don’t remember how many times I did. There was someone else talking to me, but I don’t know what was said. I think I just agreed with whatever was asked and drifted back to sleep and began to dream.

It was a strange dream. For the first while, it was all about a bug buzzing inside my mouth. It seemed strange because it kept pressing on my teeth, but I didn’t feel anything.

Then this beautiful angel, with metal sparkles glinting off her teeth, asked me to bite down on a stick several times. She just kept smiling at me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her mouth, she just looked so pretty. I kept trying to tell her how much I liked her smile, but my mouth wouldn’t work right. I couldn’t seem to close my lips and everything seemed to be stretched tight around my mouth.

There was a bitter taste a few times, but my angel would spray water into my mouth and then suck the bitter taste away. It seemed as if she would move her hands over my face and a breeze blew across my teeth, drying them. Her hand would disappear and when it reappeared, it would be holding a silver star which she placed into my mouth. She would hold it against a tooth until it stuck and then pick up another star and do it again. Eventually there was a blue sunrise and I fell asleep again.

I must have been asleep for quite a while, because the next thing I remember is my angel gently shaking me and smiling her metal smile at me. I realize that the angel is really the orthodontic assistant and that she definitely does have a beautiful smile, one that I sort of envy. From where I am laying, I can see how the wire runs through the brackets with little bends in it where her teeth are out of alignment.

“Wow. You were really out of it. When you fell asleep and we had a hard time waking you up, we called the Doctor. He said that you had taken something earlier and that, combined with what we gave you, it had knocked you out. Since you were already here and sedated, we should just do what needed to be done. You had already signed the forms authorizing treatment and the insurance company had approved more funds than we expected to need. He said just to let you sleep and that you would wake up on your own.”

I am still not that awake, so I try to smile back at her and form some sort of coherent answer. My mouth feels weird, not actually numb, more as if it is puffy and stiff. I blink a few times to try to clear the cobwebs from my mind.

“Just lay there for a while. I don’t know how much you remember? We replaced the big filling first. That one took us a while. We used a band on that one to help keep it from cracking. We decided to leave it on for a while, so we had to use one that had a bracket on it.”

I don’t really pay attention to what she has just said.

“After that, we did a couple of small cavities that were just starting to show. That went quickly. Then my boss decided to take a look at your teeth and jaws. She had looked at your records and thought that there might be an alignment problem. When she checked out your mouth, she found that there were several things that should be corrected.”

My mind is gradually clearing and I am becoming more aware of how my mouth feels. I try to move my mouth from side to side to ease some of the stiffness I feel, but there is something limiting the movement.

“She found that your lower jaw was slightly too far back and that you tended to push it forward and to the side to try to get everything to line up. It is also slightly wider than the top which is why you are pushing your jaw to the side. All this is causing your muscles to ache and could be giving you headaches.”

I just nod that I understand. My mouth still doesn’t want to work. I try to open it but something seems to be restricting the effort. It doesn’t seem to be worth the effort right now, so I just relax and listen to her some more.

“After checking with the insurance company, it was determined that you have a great insurance plan that covers medically necessary procedures completely. The Doctor, Dentist and Orthodontist all had a discussion and decided that treatment would be necessary. It was decided that your jaws needed to be trained to stay in line with each other. The orthodontist advised using a fixed device rather than a removable one, that way you can’t just pop it out whenever it becomes too annoying.”

“The next problem was that you tended to bite on one side more than the other because of the way your teeth meet. Both sides line up fairly good, but with your upper jaw being slightly narrower, they don’t line up at the same time. The suggestion was made that the teeth could be ground slightly to make the ridges match better, but it was felt that it was not a long-term solution. The best solution would be to widen your jaw enough to line everything up. After some discussion of the various options, including the possibility of surgery, a solution was proposed. Something to gradually widen the upper jaw was selected.”

“They were going to get a device made up and install it as your treatment progressed. They had already called a technician from the lab upstairs to come and look at your file. When she came down and heard what was being discussed, she told them that she had an upper expander on her table and could have it ready to install today, as long as she had the models to work with. After she heard that they were going to install a Herbst appliance to train your muscles to react differently, she suggested using the bands for the expander to fasten the Herbst into place on the top.”

Much of what she is saying is still not quite registering on my drowsy mind. I keep hearing the word treatment, followed by technical terms. There is a strange taste in my mouth and I am finally able to mumble out a request for something to drink. My Angel, also known as the orthodontic assistant, gets me something to drink from the fridge and raises the back of my treatment chair to an upright position. Seeing that I am still not quite coordinated, she puts the straw into the juice-box and hands it to me. I give her a small smile and slip the straw between my puffy lips. It feels as if they are catching on something, but there is nothing on the outside of my face for them to catch on, nothing that I can see.

As I sip on the liquid through the straw, she continues explaining what has been happening. “In order for the treatment to be successful, it was decided that they would fix your teeth into their current position and make any adjustments to the alignment as needed during treatment. At first they were going to wait for a while to start and then do one thing at a time, but after some debate about where to start, they decided that they couldn’t do that. All the movement should be done at the same time to get everything to line up properly.”

When I try to swallow, there seems to be something getting in the way of my tongue. I move my tongue around in my mouth and find something stuck to the roof of my mouth. When I follow it to the end, I feel it attached to metal bands on the back of my teeth. I move my tongue to the other side and feel the same thing. Things start to come together in the back of my mind, but they don’t seem to be making sense yet.

“You were still asleep in the chair and we couldn’t get you to wake up. When I did finally get you to respond to me, she asked you if you were ready to continue treatment to stop the headaches, and you seemed to agree. She didn’t have a busy afternoon, so she decided that today would be a good time to start. After she confirmed that the lab would have the expander and Herbst ready, she had me start to install the molar-bands on your lower jaw. Whenever I asked you to bite down, you did.”

I run my tongue over the inside of my bottom teeth, finding that there seem to be quite a few more than two metal bands. I begin to count, but lose track after I reach five.

“You seemed to be waking up for a while as I was working on you, but drifted off again before I finished. My boss was going to use those smaller, self-ligating Damon brackets, but I remembered our discussion about my braces from earlier and just used the same type that I have. It was difficult for me to decided between the black ligatures and the silver, but with all the bands and other metal-work that you have, the silver wouldn’t really stand out, so I did the bottom with black.”

“By the time I had the bottom brackets cured and the wire installed, they had the expander ready. That took me a bit longer to install, since I had to do four bands at the same time. I had already banded the back molars and the spacers had made just enough room to get the bands on the front molar and premolar. They had already adjusted the expander to fit the model that they had, so it was just a matter of getting the bands to slip into place. I used the same brackets on the top that I used on the bottom. I debated about using a different colour on the top, but you looked so good with black on the bottom that I did the top to match.”

This time, when I run my tongue over my top teeth, things become clearer. I can feel the bands covering the back of my teeth. The things that she has been saying are making sense to me.

“I had to wait a while for the glue to cure a little longer before I installed the pistons for the Herbst. They made it so that it will restrict the side to side motion to a minimum while still guiding your lower jaw forward. While I was waiting, I put elastics between all of your front teeth to keep your mouth from opening. You don’t actually have to wear that many. For the beginning of your treatment, you won’t have any, but that will probably change as your teeth begin to shift.”

That explains why I can’t open my mouth more. I try to open my mouth enough to get my tongue through, but encounter a wall of elastics across the front of my mouth. I look at her smiling at me, at all the sparkle that is showing and the pink of her ligatures holding the wire in. It really is a beautiful sight.

“I had just finished installing the pistons when you started to wake up this time. Would you like to see what has been done? I hope that it won’t be too much of a shock.”

I am finally awake enough to part my lips and lisp out a weak, “Yeth,” between my imprisoned teeth. She holds up a mirror in front of my face and puts her face beside mine so that she can angle it so that I can see my reflection. She grins at me in the mirror and I hesitantly return it, not quite sure what to think of how I look.

“Let me get rid of those elastics. They shouldn’t be there anyway.”

I part my lips, expecting her to just cut them, but instead she uses her fingers to remove them one at a time. It probably takes longer doing it this way, but I am enjoying having her touching me like this. As she gets farther back in my mouth, I am able to open a little more with each elastic that she removes until she has removed the last one.

“Let’s get you up and over to the mirror on the wall. Do you think that you are steady enough to stand? You can hold onto me if you need to.”

I smile at her and try to stand up after swinging my legs over the edge of the chair. She takes my hand and gently pulls me to my feet. Together we walk to the mirror and stand there side by side, looking at what has been done to my teeth. The shock of how I look now begins to wear off as I turn from side to side, getting a good look at all the metal in my mouth.

“Everyone else has gone home already. I volunteered to stay and look after you until you were ready to leave. How about I give you a ride home? I don’t think that you are quite ready to be left on your own just yet. I think that you could use a little company this evening, just to help you recover.”

She is right, I could definitely use some company, especially company that has such a beautiful sparkly smile. As we walk to the front doors and lock up the entrance to the office, I can’t stop smiling at her.

The end. For now.

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Xander woke with Cliff snuggled up tightly in his arms, just like any normal morning, but he knew that the day ahead would be anything but. He had so many worries and doubts about what was coming, however exciting it may have been.

He cuddled his husband, breathing in the familiar scent of Cliff. He had always loved that smell, that vanilla scent with a woody undertone, and when he offhandedly mentioned that to Cliff a year ago he had exclusively used that body wash since. Sometimes Xander felt like he had to be a little careful with what he told Cliff. One time he said that he thought industrial piercings were cute and his husband went off to get one that very afternoon.

That was just sort of the person Cliff was, he wasn’t just a devoted lover and partner, he was also deeply, thoroughly submissive. He would do just about anything if he thought it would please Xander. In their marriage, which would be 2 years old that day, they had explored a Dom/sub relationship with each other. Xander did consider himself dominant, but he was a lightweight compared to how submissive his husband was.

Cliff was always the one that was pushing the boundaries, suggesting new things for them to try together. In many ways Xander admired his bravery, but sometimes he felt like he took it too far and acted recklessly. He did use their safe word, but their relationship was a rare case where Xander, the Dom, had a safe word as well, one he would use when Cliff asked for something he couldn’t do.

Throughout their partnership the two of them grew to know each other about as deeply as two people could. Their trust in each other was deep and strong. It had to have been, because if it wasn’t there would have been no way in hell that Xander would have agreed with what Cliff had suggested a few months prior.

“Hypnosis?” he wasn’t sure he had heard his husband correctly.

Cliff nodded. “Yeah, I wanted to try it out with you.”

“Why, exactly? It’s not like I need mind control. You’d chew off your own leg if I asked during a scene.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to have a choice. I want you to have complete control.” He reached out and touched Xander’s arm. “You own my body and heart. I wanna know what it feels like for you to own my mind, if just for a day.”

It took an awful lot of begging, research, reassuring, and more begging, but eventually he had agreed and the two of them began setting up the scene they would do for their upcoming anniversary.

Xander had flatly insisted on a legal contract, no wiggle room. Cliff seemed genuinely offended at the idea, but his husband wouldn’t budge.

“I’ve been nothing but trusting before!” he protested.

“This isn’t like anything we’ve done before. This is more for me and your family than it is for you, so don’t be selfish.”

Cliff could tell that Xander had made up his mind, so he agreed.

They had done so much research and preparation for what would happen, but like many of the things they did there was still an element of danger. It was as horrifying as it was exciting.

Xander could sense that Cliff was starting to wake up, so it was time for things to finally be put into motion. He reached for the table on his side of the bed and got the collar. He placed it on his husband, tightening the black leather against the beautiful neck of his lover. He stood and walked over to the side Cliff was facing and stood, arms folded.

Cliff’s eyes blinked a few times until they snapped open, realizing what they saw. He sat up, on his knees with his palms resting on his thighs. His blue eyes looked up at Xander’s brown eyes inquisitively.

“You have permission to speak, boy.” Xander made his voice louder and rougher than it normally was.

Cliff nodded. “Thank you. What would you like me to call you? Sir? Master? Daddy?” His voice was thin and weak-sounding.

“You will call me Master today.”

Cliff bowed his head, prostrating himself.

“Master, what do you want me to do?” He had the general outline of the day’s events, but it was Xander who would set the tone at every step.

“Well, I won’t have time to feed you before our guest arrives. You will just be bathed.”

Cliff nodded, ignoring the emptiness his stomach was feeling.

Xander scooped his submissive in his arms. Cliff always loved how much weaker he was than his husband. Xander was of average height and moderately athletic, but Cliff was a tiny little waif. His Dom often joked that he was essentially the opposite of the “tall, dark, and handsome” archetype: small, fair, and cute. He was a tiny man at only 5’4″, meaning that even Xander’s pedestrian height of 5’10” towered over him. His hair was a light blonde and his skin was pale white. Despite being 25, his appearance was that of a boy, 19 at the oldest. He had a rounded face, soft skin, little to no muscles to speak of, and a penis that measured 4.5 inches on a good day.

Cliff nuzzled Xander’s chest. His Dom was a man, no doubt about it. Despite being the same age, the two of them were essentially opposites. Xander’s skin Bayan Escort Gaziantep was tan, from the sun and from the Moroccan blood on his father’s side of the family. His hair and eyes were a dark, chocolatey brown. His cock was an 8.5-inch uncircumcised marvel. Cliff loved being carried by Xander, feeling like a helpless little boy in the arms of a real man.

Xander turned on the shower and took off the shirt and underwear he wore to sleep. Cliff was nude, he never wore clothing in the house without permission.

His Dom reached out and wrapped his hands around Cliff’s throat, squeezing and cutting off his air supply. The smaller man stood calmly, not struggling, even as he felt blackness invade his vision. Suddenly, Xander let go and Cliff took a few heaving breaths.

“Do you know why I did that, boy?”

“No, Master.”

“I did that for you. I’m reminding you that I have control and will not let anything that happens today go too far. You are my most prized possession, and I am very protective of my things.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Once Cliff was shaved baby smooth and thoroughly cleaned inside and out, he reverently washed his Master. He was on his knees and looked at the magnificent dick near his face.

“Master, may I please suck your cock?”

“No, you may not. Save that for later.”

They both dried off, and after Xander got dressed, he told Cliff to do the same.

“We’re expecting company today, boy, so you need to cover up. I’m the only one who gets to look at your body.”

At 9:30, the doorbell rang and they welcomed Stephen, the hypnotist they had hired for the occasion. Being a hypnotist was not a lucrative job, he considered it more as a hobby than a career, but he was being paid handsomely, so he was going to be the best hypnotist he could be that day, now matter how kinky and weird the request was.

He wanted to reassure both of his clients before they got started.

“Hypnotism is not as complicated as you may think, nor is it as scary as the movies would make you believe. Essentially, it’s putting a person in a specific state of mind, and having them freely give mental control. A person can’t be hypnotized against their will, they have to surrender of their own volition.”

Cliff’s eyes widened. “You mean I have to surrender to you?”

Stephen nodded. “That’s the idea.”

The small man looked at his Dom. “Master, is it okay if I submit to somebody that isn’t you? I’m not sure if I can even do that.”

Xander folded his arms. “You will never truly submit to anyone else, boy. You’re still surrendering to me, we just have a middle man in this case. You will give yourself to Stephen because he will give the control to me. Understand?”

Cliff nodded.

Stephen steepled his fingers. “You both know the basic plan, but protocol demands I go over it before we begin.”

Xander sat on a chair and Cliff kneeled next to him on the floor.

“I will put Clifford in a hypnotic sleep, and order him to submit himself to you, Alexander. This effect will last until I leave in about eight hours, and I will be here the entire time in case something unexpected happens.”

He turned to face Cliff.

“Clifford, the key is that you need to want to be hypnotized. You have to be susceptible and let me put you under.”

Cliff nodded and leaned against Xander’s leg. “Yes, sir.”

Stephen directed his attention back to the larger man. “Alexander, when Clifford wakes up, he should follow orders you give to the very best of his ability. When hypnotized, the part of the brain that wonders and worries about things is essentially turned off, so the subject will have a stronger control over their mental state. I’ve made people forget the number between 3 and 5, be certain that Ireland is the capital of Rome, and speak in gibberish that another hypnotized subject can translate, so you can be creative.”

The Dom smiled. “I plan to.”

“The signal is the same every single time,” he continued. “Snap your fingers once to begin an order, and snap them again to end the order. Make sure you are always aware of which state the last snap pushed Clifford into.”

Xander nodded, reaching down to pet Cliff.

“If at any point you think something is off, come to me. Where will I be, by the way? I assume you don’t want me in the room with you.”

“You will be in the guest bedroom. There’s Wi-fi, a TV with Netflix, food, and a bed. I will not let anything happen to him and will go to you immediately if I have any suspicions.”

His voice was firm enough to quell some of Stephen’s misgivings.

The hypnotist rubbed his hands together. “Alright, let’s get started. It would be best if Clifford were in a chair.”

Xander stood from the recliner he was sitting on and pointed at it. “Up, boy.”

The smaller man scurried into position. Stephen walked up to him.

“How are you feeling, Clifford?”

“Call him boy,” Xander suggested.

Stephen furrowed his brow, but shrugged and complied.

“How are you feeling, boy?”

“I’m a little nervous, sir.”

“That’s understandable, but you want this, don’t you? You want to be hypnotized today so that you can please your husband.” His voice was soft and calm, but also very firm.

“I really want to please my Master.”

“Well, I’m here to help you do that. Listen only to me. Try to ignore all other sounds.”

Cliff nodded.

“Try not to move too much, boy. Just talk.”

“Yes, sir.”

Stephen turned to Xander. “We need a fixed object for him to look at, something he can focus on.”

Xander grinned. “Tell him to focus on his Master.”

The hypnotist turned back to the man in the chair. “All other sounds besides my voice are starting to dampen. They’re hard to hear. I know it’s scary, but your Master is right here. Look at your Master, boy.”

Cliff scanned his eyes towards his Dom.

“Look at the pupil of his right eye. Concentrate on that one single point and make everything else go away.”

Cliff attempted to do as asked.

“That eye almost feels like it’s sucking you in. You can feel it pulling, but you don’t mind. You like that feeling.”

Cliff sighed dreamily. “I think I can feel it pulling me, sir.” He felt more than heard his own voice.

He was starting to feel more relaxed and carefree. The man wasn’t aware of it, but due to his submissive nature and need to please, he was the most susceptible person Stephen had ever worked with.

“That’s very good. All that’s left now for you to see and hear are your Master’s eye and my voice. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”

He paused a few seconds before continuing.

“You’re beginning to feel tired now. Your eyelids are starting to get heavy.”

Cliff yawned uncontrollably, too blandly content to really analyze why.

“Concentrate on your legs. They’re tingling, like they’re falling asleep. Let them go completely numb.”

The small man was vaguely aware of the fact that he couldn’t feel his legs anymore. His eyelids drooped slightly.

“I can see you’re getting tired. You can hardly stay awake, boy.”

“Uh-huh…”

“You kind of feel like your body is sinking. You’re not falling, you’re just sinking. Can you feel that?”

“Yeah.”

Xander was starting to get uncomfortable. He didn’t like seeing Cliff like this.

“You feel so calm and happy. You can’t help but smile, just sitting there listening to me talk and looking at your Master.

Cliff smiled sleepily, feeling warm and safe.

“Close your eyes, boy. Wouldn’t it feel nice to just rest your eyelids for a moment?”

“Yes, sir.” He closed his eyes.

“You feel like you’re starting to fall asleep now. You’re drifting away, but you just need one last push.”

Cliff felt weightless.

Xander could count to ten in the pause Stephen took before he got in really close.

“SLEEP.” His voice deepened into a loud, resonant command.

Cliff’s head instantly went limp and lolled to the side. Xander was horrified, but knew any interference on his part would probably just make things worse, so he forced himself to stand back.

Pretty much immediately after giving the order Stephen went back to talking soothingly.

“Can you hear me, boy?”

“Yes, I can,” he mumbled flatly.

“That’s very good. I’m going to ask you to do a few things for me. Please listen closely.”

“Yes, sir.”

Xander didn’t like this. Not one bit. He wanted to call it all off, but at that point he suspected things had passed the point of no return.

“I’m going to wake you up in a bit, and I’ll leave you alone with your Master. Don’t you love your Master?”

Cliff gave the barest hint of a smile. “I love him so much.”

“You want to please him.”

“More than anything, sir.”

“You want to do everything he asks of you.”

“Yes.”

“When he snaps his fingers, listen to what he says until he snaps his fingers again. Keep paying attention, because he’ll signal the beginning and end of an order with a snap. When he gives a special order, you will do what he tells you without question.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ll do anything he asks of you, won’t you?”

“I will.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m his.”

“I need you to tell you one more thing, so listen carefully.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The order I have given you will be void when I leave the house. Once you see me walk out the front door, things will be back to the way they were this morning. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay then. Now focus on my voice. You’re starting to wake up. You had a nice little nap and are ready to face the day.”

Xander could see Cliff’s head slowly right itself.

“Sensation is starting to flow back into your body. You feel energized.”

He got really close again.

“WAKE UP.”

Cliff’s eyes snapped open. He looked around, feeling like he just slept for days. He wondered if it worked; he couldn’t remember anything after he fell asleep.

Stephen turned to a very concerned-looking Xander.

“You can talk to him now.”

Xander stepped forward and held Cliff’s cheeks in his hands.

“My little baby boy, do you feel okay?”

He blinked a few times.

“Yes, Master. I feel great!”

“Do you remember what we’re doing?”

“Yes, Master. We were trying to hypnotize me. Did it work?”

“I’m not sure.” He turned to Stephen.

The hypnotist grinned. “There’s only one way to find out.”

Xander looked nervously at his husband.

“Alright…”

Cliff was submissive anyway, so he needed to make an order he wouldn’t normally do, or at least be hesitant about. He got an idea.

He snapped his fingers. “I want you to spit on me.” Cliff spat a second later. Xander was shocked, but snapped his fingers again.

Cliff suddenly looked mortified. “Oh no! Master, I’m so sorry!” He got on his knees.

“No, boy, it’s fine. It makes me happy when you follow my special orders.”

Cliff looked up. “Really?”

Xander nodded. “You’re such a good little sub.”

Cliff smiled. He didn’t even really feel like he had consciously followed that command, his body just did the motions without his brain telling it to.

Stephen stood up. “It looks like my work here is done for now. Have fun, and don’t be afraid to ask me about things, Alexander.”

“I’ll come to you if I have any questions,” he promised.

Stephen nodded and walked off to the guest room.

Xander turned back to his sub and smiled mischievously.

“You got your wish, boy. I own your mind now.”

Cliff looked at his Dom in wonder. “Are you sure?”

“Yes I do. I’m going to enjoy this. That means you’ll like it too, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

Xander ruffled Cliff’s hair. “That’s a good little boy.”

The sub warmed at the praise.

Xander snapped. “You can’t talk.” He snapped again.

Cliff blinked a few times. He didn’t feel any different.

“Tell me what your name is, boy.”

He started to say “Cliff” but something made him choke up.

“I said, tell me your name. That’s an order!”

He tried to force out the word, but couldn’t.

“If you’re faking this, I’ll find out, and you will be punished. How does a month in the cock cage sound?”

He shook his head frantically and pointed at his throat.

“Speak up, boy, this is your last warning.”

Cliff looked helplessly at his Dom.

Xander smiled. “It appears that you followed my order perfectly. That’s just what I wanted. You’re really more like a piece of furniture anyway, and furniture doesn’t talk.”

The little sub nodded. Xander kissed him on the forehead.

Snap! “You can’t stand or walk. You can only crawl.” Cliff felt his legs give out and he crumpled to the ground, squeaking as he hit the floor. Snap!

“Oh, it appears you can make some noises after all. I like that, I’ve always loved the cute little sounds you make. It makes me see you as a helpless little animal, like a fawn or a lamb.”

Cliff looked up and mewed.

“Keep making those sounds, boy. It will please me.”

The small man nodded, yipping like a puppy.

Xander got on one knee and petted his husband, stroking his hair like he was an animal.

“I’m going to push this a little bit further, baby. Are you okay with that?”

Cliff nodded.

Xander stripped his sub down completely while keeping himself fully clothed. Soon his husband was naked, save the collar.

“There, now you’re more like the desperate little puppy you are.”

Cliff barked and nuzzled Xander’s cheek playfully.

The Dom stood. “Here it comes, pup.”

Snap! “You’re small, helpless, and afraid. I’m the only one that can protect you.” Snap!

Cliff looked around the room. Wait…did it look like this before? The tables and chairs all seemed higher up, almost out of reach. He felt like he had to crane his neck to see his Master, who looked ten feet tall. He heard a sound and yelped, instinctively crawling over to Xander and hugging his leg.

“Calm down, pet. That was just a car door outside. It’s nothing to worry about. I’m right here.”

Cliff trembled as he glanced about some more. He kept thinking he saw shadows, or thought he caught movement out the corner of his eye. He felt like he was in danger, but looking at or touching his Master made him feel safe.

Xander heard noises from the guest bedroom. Stephen must have been moving around. His sub stiffened at the sound and whimpered, looking up at Xander with scared, wide eyes.

He smiled warmly. “Such a frightened little creature you are.”

He reached down to pet his husband, who looked more submissive than ever before.

“Show me your belly, pup.”

The boy complied, getting on his back and holding his arms submissively.

His Master tickled him until he was in tears. Every touch made him feel warmer, happier.

Xander picked up the boy and carried him to the couch, sitting down with the little sub in his lap. Cliff nuzzled and kissed his Master, putting his hands all over the large body surrounding him.

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This is a taboo fictional story about incest and will contain hardcore BDSM scenes (Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism). It is NOT a love story between mother and son but a story about domination and complete control of a son over his mother. If these things offend you or you don’t enjoy please don’t read the story. All characters are over 18 and fictional and this is only fantasy.

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Camille St. Croix looked at herself in the full length mirror in her large vanity room in her master bedroom of her historical mansion south of Broad Street in Charleston South Carolina. Anybody who was anybody in Charleston lived South of Broad. She looked at herself in the mirror to give her one final look at her appearance; while not a vain woman she wanted to look nice for her blind date. She started her gaze from her head to her legs and frowned. At 44 Camille was generally happy with her looks until she came to her hips and waist. At 44 she was still a very attractive woman, looked about five to six years younger than her age; her black hair was full and wavy and came down just to the middle of her back, her alabaster complexion, a complexion prized by women of her social class, was smooth and blemish free, her breasts were 32b cup and perfect for her five foot one inch height, Camille’s waist was once seventeen inches in her youth but having two children and age increased it but she was still proud of it being only twenty inches at 44 years old.

The only thing age and children caught up with her body was her hips and butt. Not to say they were fat, her butt was still firm but bigger than it was in her youth and wider. She thought it looked odd on her petite figure but she really never noticed the men who would smile at her ass when she walked by. For whatever reason she only gained weight in her butt and hips and no matter how much she worked out in her gym she could not lose the weight there just make it tighter and not saggy. Camille St. Croix frowned at her reflection, what’s that phrase? Junk in the trunk…well I have that, she thought. Tonight she choose to wear a conservative, sleeveless navy blue, fitted flare dress with a white prim school girl collar with a white bid around the neck. The hem of the dress came to her knees. It was a simple modest yet stylish dress. All of Camille’s dresses were modest yet stylish. She was very conservative did not like to advertise what she had. She did decide on navy blue tinted thigh highs, not due to the sexiness of thigh highs but the fact she hated panty hose. Overall she was pleased with her looks and her outfit she choose for her date.

Camille was going on her first date in five years. It had been that long since her husband died in a boating accident on the Ashley River and she has not dated or even been with another man sexually since then; actually her husband was the only man the 44 year old had ever been with sexually. Camille was a “good girl” and had been her entire life and a virgin on her honeymoon night when she was married at twenty years of age.

Both Camille and her husband belonged to socially prominent families in Charleston who were members of the Old South aristocracy that can still be found in a few cities throughout the southern states; cities like New Orleans, Richmond, Savannah, and of course the most notable (at least according to Charlestonians) the Low Country city of Charleston. Now being a southern aristocrat does not mean being rich by any means. It was not a matter of money that assured access to the charmed region of downtown Charleston; it was a matter of blood. The alloy of wealth and background was ideal, of course, but the past had proven testy and ungenerous in the treatment of some of the oldest, most celebrated families of Charleston. The descendants of planters often found themselves with back accounts of sewing machine salesman. But a modest income alone never denied access to those haughty parlors of the old beautiful historic homes; and wealth alone could never insure it. If you were crass and low born, or socially offensive, it would have made no difference to the proud inhabitants of Charleston High Society that you owned France; they would not invite you into their homes. But Camille and her husband’s families did have money…lots of money.

Camille and her husband grew up together and had known each other since they were toddlers, her now deceased husband William was a year older than her. Both grew up in privileged and where Camille learned to be a prim and proper Southern Lady, William was raised to be a proper young gentleman. Both attended etiquette classes, cotillions, and introduced to “proper” Charleston Society at the all-important St. Cecelia’s Ball. The two got married when she was twenty one and he was twenty two. They had two children, her oldest was her daughter Charlotte and three years later her son Alex was born.

Camille and William had a very happy marriage and a satisfying sex life which was very conservative. Their sexual positions consisted Escort Bayan of missionary, her on top, and on occasion “doggie style”. She gave her husband oral sex on their honeymoon but never did it after that since she really did not care for it that much and she did not let him finish in her mouth thinking that was just not only very disgusting but also very “white trash”; good girls of her social standing did not do those things and she felt the same way about being on the receiving end of oral sex. William did not seem to mind at all since he was just as conservative as she was when it came to sex. Then when Camille was thirty-nine her husband died in a boating accident on the Ashely River.

Naturally Camille was devastated emotionally at the loss of her husband but financially she was left extremely well off. Both her and William’s parents had died years before and both being the only children and no other close family they inherited their family estates and in her husband’s will he had set up trust funds for his children they were to receive when they were twenty one and he had left substantial wealth to his wife. Money was not lacking for Camille but his loss left an emotional void in her. Finally after five years her best friend talked her into going on a blind date and honestly she was not very excited about it.

Camille walked through the back yard garden of her home toward the guest house where her son Alex resided and she frowned. There were two other cars parked in the back driveway and she knew he had his friends over as well as his current girlfriend. Camille neither liked his friends nor the girl he was currently seeing and felt they were way below the standards of their social class. Her son Alex was her problem child. At nineteen she felt he had no direction in his life, attended classes at the local community college when he decided to go to class, his friends were crude and vulgar, and Alex was very disrespectful not only to her but to her friends and peers. The young man did not work and Camille paid for everything and let him live rent free in the guest house. He was the total opposite of her daughter Charlotte. Camille often felt Alex did not like her at all based on his actions and she had to admit to herself she was a little frightened of him. Alex could be very controlling and even a bully.

Camille knocked on the door to the guest house and it was answered by her son’s friend James. James smiled at her but the older woman ignored him and pushed her way past him and walked into the one bedroom guest house. She saw Alex’s other friend Mark sitting in a recliner playing a video game; cursing into the microphone of the headset her wore. She saw her son Alex on the couch with a girl straddling him and they were kissing with lust and passion as her son’s hand ran up the back of her tee shirt. Camille frowned.

“Alex…ALEX!” She said and got her son’s attention.

“What?” He said and pushed Stacy, his girlfriend off of him.

Alex was a very handsome young man who took after his father. He was tall, about six foot two inches, well built with an athletic swimmers type body, piercing blue eyes, naturally tan complexion and sandy blonde hair that he wore in a short hair style. Alex was movie star handsome; the type of good looks girls, women, and even some boys would stop and admire when he walked by or entered a room. Camille had even noticed her married friends “checking out” her son at times. He also was a “player” and changed girlfriends every two months or so and never faithful to the ones he dated.

Camille glanced at Stacy and while pretty with long red hair and a tall willowy figure but she was what the older woman would call white trash. She wore a pink tank top and no bra and had on a pair of very short jean shorts.

She turned her attention back to her son, “I am going out but should be back around ten or eleven at the latest.”

Alex shrugged, “Oh yeah, your date.” He then snickered, “If you are going to be back that early you must not expect a good date.”

“Yeah, Mrs. St. Croix. You have a great body and you should use that scrumptious ass of yours often. I bet the men love it.” Stacy giggled causing Alex and his friends to laugh.

Camille blushed but ignored the crude comment, “I just wanted you to know.”

“Don’t forget protection. I don’t need a little sister or brother.” Alex commented and smiled when his friends and girlfriend laughed. “Oh wait, I forgot you can’t have any more kids so you can bareback.”

“She’s not that old, sweetie.” Stacy commented to Alex.

“Oh it’s not her age but medically she can’t.” Her son replied. They spoke about her as if she was not even in the room.

Camille embarrassed and humiliated by the way her son’s white trash girlfriend and her own son was talking about her, turned to leave the house. She did not even know what “bareback” meant but she figured it had something to do with sex.

“Well, I would sure fuck her.” She heard James comment as her hand touched the doorknob.

“Me too.” Camille heard Stacy giggle as she opened the door.

“Well she needs it I am sure.” She heard her own son say as she walked from the guest house.

Stacy climbed back onto Alex and wrapped her hands around his neck. “You are so mean to talk about your mother that way.” She smiled.

“She’s a snob.” Alex responded and ran his hands up his girlfriend’s bare legs. “She does need to get laid. Maybe then she would not be so bitchy about people who don’t meet her so called social standings.”

“Maybe she needs a good spanking.” Mark spoke for the first time as he removed the headset.

“Uhhh…I would so spank her.” Stacy giggled again.

“Well you are a slut.” Alec told the girl.

Stacy mock pouted, “What can I say, your mom as a scrumptious ass.”

Stacy smiled and kissed Alex on the lips and reached behind her and guided his hands to her butt cheeks. She broke the kiss, “Can you fuck me now? I am so horny.”

Alex smiled back at her, “Fuck Mark first. He needs it more than I do I think.”

Stacy gave another fake pout as she looked at the other boy and sighed, “Ok but text Lori to come over. I can’t handle all three of you by myself.”

Alex laughed, “Yes you can. You have before, but I’ll text her.” He looked at Stacy, “You just want to go down on her again.”

Stacy shrugged, “Well she has a great tasting pussy and her tongue is like magic.”

Stacy stood up and walked over to Mark and held out her hand, “Come on, darling, let’s go have some fun.”

Mark, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, took Stacy’s hand and they walked to the bedroom as Alex sent a text to the girl Lori. Alex’s phone toned with the reply and he smiled at James.

“Lori said she will be over in about an hour. She wants to shower first.”

James grinned back and then looked at the closed bedroom door. “Well I might as well go watch for now.”

Alex laughed and nodded. He liked his two best friends and Stacy amused him and like everyone he met they all did what he told them. Alex had a certain charisma and he was a natural leader. People had always done what he wanted for as long as he could remember. He decided to let Stacy and Mark and James have their fun while he waited for Lori. Alex liked Lori, she was a very pretty girl with long brown hair and a tight little body; but she was also into some kinks sexually that Alex enjoyed a great deal. Lori was very submissive to him, much more so than Stacy. Alex enjoyed submissive lovers and Lori enjoyed things most girls did not. She enjoyed being tied up, nipple clamps used on her, and other variety of bondage and sexual toys used on her and she enjoyed being hurt to a degree sexually; her hair pulled, her nipples and small breasts hurt, spanked until her little ass cheeks were red and welted, clamps and or clothes pins used on her pussy, and verbally and physically humiliated.

Alex walked to his bedroom in the guest house, to his walk in closet, and picked up a nylon duffle bag. He placed the duffel bag on the bed and unzipped it and smiled at the contents. He then neatly laid out some of the contents on his bed. Alex liked order and neatness almost to a compulsive manner. He placed handcuffs, other restraints that would bind both a person’s ankles and wrist together, a paddle, a riding crop, nipple clamps, an assortment of sex toys, and other “toys” that would cause both pain and pleasure on the bed. He would let James and Mark enjoy Stacy for a bit while he enjoyed Lori alone and then later he would have his friends and Stacy join him. Stacy enjoyed using their friend Lori almost as much as he did, which was one of the reasons he kept the pretty redhead around.

Camille got into her car and almost felt like she was going to cry. She was embarrassed and humiliated by the way her son’s friends talked about her and worse the way her OWN son talked about her and did not defend her honor. Alex was always disrespectful to her but lately it was getting worse. The comment about her not being having to have any more children really cut deep. After Alex was born there was a medical problem and Camille could not have any more children and that hurt her years ago when she wanted to have more children with her husband. “Maybe it’s best I could not,” she thought, “If they had turned out like Alex then maybe it was for the best.” She started her car and then activated the built in blue tooth.

“Call Charlotte.” She said aloud.

Talking to her daughter would make her feel better. Charlotte was her rock. Now twenty four her eldest child had always been her favorite and they were very close. She knew she should not have favorites between her children but it was so easy to with the way Alex was. Charlotte was so much like her where Alex was, well if she believed in old fairy tale myths she would have sworn Alex was swapped one night in his crib when he was baby with a devilish imp.

Camille sighed when her daughter did not answer her cell phone and decided not to leave a message. Alex was her problem, but still her daughter could be of help when it came to her brother since the two siblings had always been close growing up. Charlotte was often the buffer between mother and son when they clashed. Camille decided to get her date over with and was regretting to agreeing to go on it. Camille was home by nine that evening, her date being a bust. The man was not very interesting but the date being bad was more her fault than his. She was just not interested in him and after dinner she made an excuse to go home and decided she was just not ready to date.

When she got home Camille noticed Alex still had his friends over by the cars in the back driveway and she decided not to go into the guest house again knowing her son would be mean to her once more and allow his friends to make their crude comments about her. She drew a warm bath and masturbated quickly thinking about her late husband and felt ashamed by her pleasing with herself. Camille did not masturbate much and when she finished she always felt ashamed of herself for doing so. A good Catholic woman should not be doing such things. After her bath she went to bed early.

It was several days after her disastrous date, Camille avoided her son, talked to her daughter who promised she would talk to Alex and that made her feel better. Talking to Charlotte always made her feel better. One afternoon and in a good mood after beating her friend at tennis at the country club, Camille came home, got the mail, and was going to make herself some lunch before she took a shower. Going over the mail she noticed a letter from the community college Alex attended. She knew it was his semester grades and she knew she should not open it but feeling that since she paid for his school, heck she paid for everything her son did by putting money into his bank account monthly, she opened the letter. Her good mood vanished. Her son had failed every class and another enclosed letter said he had failed out of college since he rarely attended classes. Furious, Camille walked to the guest house to confront her son. She was at her wits end with the boy and determined to make some changes.

Without knocking she entered the guest house and saw the back of her son’s bare upper body as he was sitting on the couch with his back to her watching television. She gave a little gasp and blushed when she noticed he was watching porn. Before she could say a word she heard her son talking.

“Damn, bitch, you suck a good cock.” Alex said.

Camille noticed her son’s right shoulder was moving and assumed he was masturbating to the porn on the television. The scene was of a younger man having sex with an older woman. Camille cleared her throat, embarrassed she caught her son in such an act but determined to confront him. She even felt a little guilty pleasure that he knowing he was caught masturbating by his mother would shame him like he had shamed and humiliated her days before.

“Alex. Stop that and we need to talk.” Camille said harshly. “Now.”

Alex looked over his shoulder and to his mother’s surprise and slight disappointment the look on his face was not one of embarrassment but amusement.

“Fuck, mom, you could have at least let me finish.” He chuckled and turned his head and looked down, “Ok that’s enough. It seems my mother is going to ruin my day once again.”

Camille was shocked to see a woman stand up. She could not see the woman who was apparently between her son’s legs giving him oral sex. What shocked her the most is that it was not her son’s girlfriend or any girl his age he “dated”. It was Janice Monroe, a woman her own age who lived a few houses down.

To say Camille and Janice did not like one another was an understatement. Janice thought the other woman was a stuck up, snobby bitch and Camille thought Janice was a white trash gold digger. Janice had married a man of wealth and more importantly in the social aspect of Charleston she married into a family whose ancestors had founded the city. The man she married was almost twice her age. Janice was not even from the Low Country, Camille used to say to her peers as she talked behind the other woman’s back, the white trash woman was from Columbia of all places. Janice was attractive true, but in a trashy way. Her body was more voluptuous and a little chubby but she had a pretty face and her blonde hair came from a bottle and she had large breasts she liked to show off by wearing low cut tops and push up bras. Camille thought she wore too much makeup.

Janice stood up and adjusted her blouse, wiped her mouth of her saliva and smiled at Camille. Both her and the young man had no shame in what they had been caught doing.

“Get out!” Camille screamed. “Get out of my house, you white trash slut!”

Janice laughed as Alex pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt. The woman walked past Camille and chuckled. “You know, dear, if you would find yourself a young stud with a big cock you wouldn’t be such an uptight bitch.” She said as she walked by.

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It was morning. Candy opened her eyes. For a second, she forgot where she was. Oh yeah, I spent the night at Buddy’s house last night. Oh my god, I SPENT THE NIGHT WITH BUDDY LAST NIGHT! She thought to herself in half-panic and half-awake.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the smell of pancakes and waffles from the direction of the kitchen. Mmmm… I love pancakes. She quickly climbed out of bed, put on one of Buddy’s old t-shirts and made her way to the kitchen. She found Buddy, shirtless and wearing shorts.

“Morning, sunshine,” Buddy said, not turning back.

Candy walks up to him and gives him a hug and a kiss from behind, “Good morning yourself. yumm.. that smells great!”

“Yeah, I could tell you had a big appetite,” Buddy replied with that boyish grin of his.

Candy recalled the steamy, hot sex they shared last night. They definitely had a workout.

Buddy asked, “How did you sleep? Are you sore anywhere?”

Candy, touched by his thoughtfulness, replied assuringly, “Oh. I’m feeling great. A little sore, but I think that was hard to avoid with the circumstances of last night.”

Buddy and Candy eventually ate the breakfast, with some chit-chat in between, and had just finished, when Candy started to worry. What’s going to come of this? Was that just a one night fling? What if Ann finds out? I really like this guy….

Buddy, reading from the lines that had developed on Candy’s scrunched forehead, interrupted her thoughts and said, “I really enjoyed last night, Candy. You are a special person, and I understand if you don’t ever come over again….”

But Candy, “No. It’s not that. I liked hanging out with you and sharing those moments with you. You were great and gentle and kind. What about Ann?”

Buddy, “oh yeah, I see your point. Well, things can be arranged if we’re careful.

Ann isn’t here most of the time and you love down the block. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

Candy reflected on that thought and replied, “Well, the weather’s supposed to be real great outside. I was going to go jogging at the local park. Would you like to join me?” She flashed a grin.

“A jog sounds great. Let’s do that. I hear they have a lot of secluded Eskort Bayan forest areas out there as well,” he said with a grin back.

An hour later, the 2 were headed towards the huge park. There weren’t a lot of people, but there were tons of trees and private places if you needed it. They started jogging a couple of miles, and finally Buddy asked Candy if they wanted to take a break and just walk the rest of the way. Candy slowed down, and they walked side by side on one of the side trails, covered with trees on both sides.

Buddy suggests, “Why don’t we find a place to sit and talk.” He walks over to where a big log is lying on the ground. He straddles the log and sits down and motions for Candy to sit on his lap, facing him.

Buddy starts kissing her, moving his arms and hands all over her body, down to her ass, and down to her thighs…. “mmm…you have such smooth skin….”

Candy enjoys straddling him and having his hands caressing her. She nibbles on the bottom of his lips, sucking it, and licking it devouringly. Meanwhile, his hands are underneath her shirt now, and moving towards her breasts. Candy anticipates this, and quickly takes her shirt and covers his head with it so that he can suck and get a closer look to her smooth, orange-shaped mounds.

Candy, meanwhile, caresses his broad shoulders and dark brown hair, pressing him towards her body.

They sweat glistened in the hot Spring heat, as they meshed their bodies into one. There’s a soft patch of grass on the ground next to them, surrounded by some trees, and they roll over onto that area, not losing each other’s body from sight.

Buddy strokes Candy’s body like a fine, exquisite piece of silk, and reaches to her gold mine of soft hair. He caresses the almost bare spot, and kisses it and rubs his lips and face all around it, leaving wet kisses to make her body even wetter.

Candy’s body reacts instantly to his masculine, soft touch, and places her hands on his head, as he goes down deeper and deeper inside of her with his tongue, juicing the sweet delight from her precious, little pussy. He strokes up and down her clit with his hot tongue, and presses down on it so that she can feel the pressure and wetness of his tongue and her swelling pussy.

Candy slowly switches positions and maneuvers it so that she is on top of Buddy, but in the 69 position. Candy now has his big, hard dick standing alert for her salivating mouth. She slowly slips her lips over the head of his cock, as she feels his own tongue devouring her succulent juices from underneath. Candy continues to push his hard cock deeper into her mouth, until it hits her throat. She flicks her tongue underneath, along his shaft, and she thrusts his cock back and forth, with her hand as a guide, up and from her mouth, as she sucks every last bit of his cock. She keeps feeling her wetness getting licked up by this man underneath her, and she’s loving every minute of it.

She pauses to enjoy his mouth all over her pussy, and she starts to feel her body reach towards climax. She starts losing grasp of the hard penis in front of her, and she arches her back , to take more of his tongue and mouth into her pussy. She starts to feel her PC muscles clenching as her body starts losing control. And then she starts losing herself in an earth-quaking climax into a sudden state of euphoria.

As she is recovering from her amazing oral sex-capade, she starts ravishing his cock into her mouth, hoping to get him off just as well as she got off. She grips his cock with her left hand and starts stroking every inch of his thick cock, and making sure every single inch is covered by her sexuality. She hears him moan from underneath, and she strokes his cock faster and faster, and licks faster and faster against the outside of his cock, and she feels him thrusting his pelvis up and up, until eventually, she feels his salty cum squirt out of his manliness. She devours every bit of his juices. She continues sucking on it until every last drip is gone from his less-erect penis. But then, she sucks it back to life again, as he starts thrusting more and more, and much faster this time.

“Wow, he’s got a lot of mojo here…” Candy thinks to herself. Wondering if she can keep up with him.

but just as Candy thinks he’s about to cum, Buddy rolls her over onto her back and places her face right above hers, staring her straight in the eyes with a passionate, yet raging look of lust in his eyes. They share a long, wet, passionate kiss, and Buddy tastes himself from her lips, and gives Candy a taste of her own sweetness.

Buddy moves Candy’s body so that she is sitting on her hands and knees, doggy-style, and Buddy right behind her tight ass.

Buddy licks his tongue up and down her ass crack, and flicks it momentarily into her anus. Candy flinches at first, until Buddy starts jamming his finger into her ass. Candy, who’s never experienced the pleasure of anal sex of any kind, immediately likes this new feeling. She encounter aroused nerve endings inside of her, and she starts groaning in pleasure. Buddy, continues to fuck her ass with his finger, while using his other hand to rub her clit some more, for some double action. Soon Candy can hardly stand it, and she starts rocking back and forth, letting lose a whimper here and there.

“Oh….Buddy.. that feels so good. Harder. Harder. Oh YES!!”

Buddy continues to fuck her some more, until he feels its time.

He moves his body closer to hers, and inserts his throbbing cock into the back end of her ass, and starts fucking her, reaching his arms around her to fondle her breasts, and then her clit. They start rocking and fucking back and forth, groaning and moaning.

Buddy loves the way his cock is being squeezed by her tight ass, and he thrusts in deeper and deeper until they’re both about to explode.

And in a minute, they both reach climax together, as Buddy starts thrusting out of control, holding onto her ass with his hands for stability.

Buddy completes himself inside her ass, and then rolls over onto the ground, as Candy flops down beside him, releasing a loud breath of exhaustion.

“Ohh…That was amazing.”

“Yo were amazing.”

“We were amazing.”

And Candy rolls over and gives Buddy another kiss.

They lie there for a few minutes, their wet, perspiring bodies recovering from their amazing afternoon sex, and both exhausted from it.

“You know, I could really use a swim right about now.” Candy said out of the blue.

Buddy glances over, “Why don’t we go back to my place?” With a smile. And they both hurry up and get dressed, so that they can rush back to enjoy Buddy’s swimming pool…

To Be Continued…

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I’m a gay man who loves to suck cock. Redundant, you might think, but not all gay men love to suck cock. Go figure! But I do, so when I first heard about gloryholes, I thought that sounded great. I could suck a guy’s cock, never have to see his face or body, never have to form a relationship of any kind, and in the end I’d get a mouthful of warm, thick cum, no strings attached. And the guy on the other side of the wall would get a great blowjob, and all he would care about is the warm wet mouth sucking his cock and coaxing out a big sticky load. Win win, right?

Trouble is, I kept thinking about the negatives. What about STDs? What if the guy wasn’t clean, or had a tiny little dick? What if he was on the other side, hoping to suck a nice hard dick and get a big juicy mouthful? That wasn’t the scenario I had in mind.

So, for a long time I resisted the temptation. One time, after I had too much to drink, I did actually go to an adult arcade, get into a gloryhole booth, and give an anonymous blowjob. It was fun, and I was hoping for more than one, but it didn’t work out that way, that time. But the thought was still there. Not an obsession, exactly, but an idea I couldn’t let go.

What made me change my mind about the negatives is this. I sometimes meet guys through Craigslist who will let me suck their cocks with no reciprocation. Don’t ask me why, but that seemed less risky than blowing some stranger at an arcade.

But the more I thought about it, the more I thought there wasn’t much difference at all. Sure, a guy on the internet might tell me he was clean, ddf, all that. But who knew, really? Plus, at a gloryhole I might be able to suck multiple guys, swallow multiple loads, be a total cocksucking cum eating slut, and no one would ever know.

Well, you know where this is leading, don’t you? I had a few drinks one night, got properly Bayan Eskort horned up, and headed out for the local adult bookstore. I wore a tee shirt and gym shorts, no underwear, and sandals. I was planning to get naked, suck as many cocks as possible, swallow a gallon of cum if I could, and I didn’t want to mess up any of my better clothes.

When I got to the bookstore, there were several cars in the parking lot, which I took as a good sign. I went in, hung around in the gay video section a bit just to get my bearings, then headed back to the arcade. In our state the machines take real money, so there was no need to buy tokens first. A great feature, in my opinion.

I walked back along the row of booths, checking out which were in use, and where the gloryhole booths were located. I found one that was open, and noticed that the booth next door was also free. There were a few other guys in the hallway, and I think they were watching to see where I would go, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Anyway, I went into the booth, locked the door behind me, and put some money into the machine. I wasn’t really there to watch videos, but I knew you were expected to keep the machines busy while you were in the booths. I found a video that was somewhat interesting, a white guy getting fucked by several black guys. I took off my clothes, played with myself a little, and sat there thinking, What next?

I heard the door open to the adjoining booth, and I had my answer. The guy next door undressed, found a channel to his taste, got himself hard, then stuck his cock through the hole. Perfect! I ran my hand up and down his shaft, saw some precum ooze out of the tip of his cock, and took it into my mouth. Heaven! I was in heaven, for sure.

I sucked him slowly, trying to keep him going for a little while, but he was in a hurry, it seemed. He got harder, and I could tell he was really close, so I just kept working his cock with my lips and hands, urging him on to his climax. I felt his cock swell up in my mouth, felt it throb between my lips, then he let go and my mouth was filled with thick cream. I swallowed it all, as he pumped more and more into my mouth.

Then he was finished. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, put his clothes back on, and left. I wished I could suck him more, get him to cum in my mouth again, swallow all he could give me.

He left his booth, I heard some conversation in the hallway, than someone new came into the booth next door. I was careful not to look into the booth, careful not to see who was there. I held my mouth near the gloryhole, offering it to my neighbor, sight unseen.

There was a slight pause while he got undressed and found a channel on the video system, then a cock came through the hole. Uncut, nice size, sorta thick, absolutely suckable. I took him in my mouth and sucked him, feeling his cock grow longer and harder. I love that, feeling a cock go from soft or semi to long and hard, all thanks to something I was doing with my lips and tongue.

I sucked him for a long time, or so it seemed, before he was ready to explode. Not complaining, I love to suck a nice hard cock, and it doesn’t matter much to me how long it takes for the guy to cum. As long as he does cum, eventually. And when this guy did cum, it was a real gusher. I rarely have trouble swallowing a guy’s complete load, but this was the exception that proves the rule. Cum came leaking out of my mouth, down my chin, even onto my chest. Gotta love it!

Then he was finished. He left the booth, said something to a guy waiting outside, and I was ready to go again.

OK, so that gets me to number three. About that time I lost track of who I was blowing, or the details. Cocks just kept coming through the gloryhole and I just kept sucking them. I know I gave at least 5 blowjobs, probably more like 7 or 8. I remember there was one guy, maybe more than one, who wanted to fuck me. And I wasn’t ready to go there, but maybe another time.

The last guy I remember was a black guy, pretty hung but not the footlong donkey dick black guys always seem to have in porn. Just a nice 9 inches, uncut, pretty thick, hard as a rock. I took him in my mouth, slid my lips up and down the shaft, loving the feeling of his cock sliding across my lips and down my throat. I tongued and licked his balls, ran my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock, worked my way down to his asshole. I half expected him to stop me, but when he didn’t I ran my tongue all around his asshole, then worked it in a little at a time.

Soon his anus was open and my tongue was buried inside. I rimmed his ass for quite a while, until my tongue was working in and out easily, tongue fucking him. I slipped a finger into his ass, and at the same time began sucking him vigorously. That was all it took.

I felt his cock swell up, his anus tightened around my finger, then he began to shoot a huge load into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, and not much got away. My friend let me suck him for another minute or two, then pulled back.

He put his clothes on, whispered “Thanks!” and left. I could have stayed longer, sucked more cocks, swallowed more cum, but that seemed like a good stopping place. I got dressed again and left. There were a few guys hanging out in the hallway, and I felt sorry to leave them hanging, but—-.

So. I sucked at least 5 cocks, maybe as many as 7 or 8. I got several mouthfuls of cum, could have taken more, but no complaints. Will I do this again? No doubt! Is it any more, or less, risky than Craigslist? Who knows! All I know is, I will definitely come back and suck as many cocks as I can get my lips around!

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Ava Addams

Gina let the three guys guide her back down the hall and into Jason’s apartment. They chatted eagerly about how much they were looking forward to an afternoon at Jason’s.

“I’m Troy,” said the tallest guy. Gina had noticed how young they were but listening to them talk, she realised they were only boys. College students maybe. Not high school seniors surely?

“And I’m Larry,” said the brown haired guy. “And this is Joon. He doesn’t talk much.”

Gina looked at Joon. He was Asian like her. Medium height, dark hair cut short at the sides with a long floppy wave hanging over his eyes on the left. Very fashionable. And cute.

They walked into the bright light. Gina could see Jason and the other three guys and Tracey on the terrace by the pool. They had Tracey on her back on a lounge chair. Jason was fucking her mouth, Jimmy was fucking her pussy and she had the other two guys’ cocks in her hands.

“Now that’s a fucking great sight,” Troy said.

Gina had picked up her thong panties in the hall, and feeling a little vulnerable decided to pull them on. As she bent down she felt giddy and swayed a little. Larry put a hand on her waist to steady her.

“You OK?” he said. “You look like you’ve been hard at it.”

“Thanks,” she said. She leaned on Larry, still completely naked, while she pulled up the panties. They were tiny, but at least she didn’t feel like a complete slut, even if she was still covered in dried cum and had her tits on display. “Sure, I’m fine.”

Larry smiled, but didn’t take his hand away. Rather he let it slip down from her waist where he ran his open palm around onto her ass.

“So how do you guys know Jason?” she asked.

“We met him at the gym,” Larry said. His fingers were now feeling down past her butthole and reaching around gently towards her pussy. Strangely after all she’d already been put through, it felt nice.

Gina knew Jason’s gym. She paid the monthly account. Troy left them and joined Jason and the guys out on the terrace. He stripped off and started rubbing his cock until it was soon hard. Troy was gorgeous and Gina regretted that he hadn’t asked her to fluff him. She watched as Jason stepped aside, and the younger guy fed his ample cock into Tracey’s mouth, then high-fived the host. Gina admired Troy’s firm body and enthusiastic technique. He was long-legged and thin hipped, with bulging abs and a strong neck. Tracey took his cock completely on his first thrust and gagged, but Troy didn’t withdraw.

“Jason invited us over last weekend and we all got to fuck Tracey,” Larry said. He had given up feeling for Gina’s pussy from behind, and draped an arm over her shoulder where he could finger her nipple. “He said to come over again this weekend and see what was on offer. I’m glad you’re here. Tracey sure looks mighty busy.”

Joon hadn’t spoken. Gina looked around. The dark haired Asian youth was standing by her side, eyes fixed on the gangfuck taking place on the terrace. She glanced down to where his cock was seriously tenting his shorts.

Jason extracted his cock from Tracey’s pussy and stepped inside.

“Guys,” he said. “Welcome. Glad you could make it.”

He stood in the doorway, stark naked, his slick cock still proudly swinging before him, then slapped Joon playfully on the shoulder.

“I see you’ve met my new cocksucker, Gina. Why don’t you make my new friends welcome, honey. They won’t mind sloppy seconds.”

But without warning he pushed her into the pool, then stood and laughed. She didn’t mind. It was good to wash off the drying cum on her face and in her eyes.

Larry helped her out. He held out a hand at the steps which she accepted gratefully.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he said. “But I’m sure everyone tells you that.”

She smiled and Larry smiled back, then with a hand on her waist, leaned down and kissed her, a little harder and longer than playfully, but casually all the same.

Joon was still holding Eskort Bayan a six pack which Jason took and placed in the refrigerator. He came back with cold beers for the three new guys. Larry and Joon took one each, and Jason stepped onto the terrace with one for Troy who took the last beer, and used both hands to open it without even breaking his rhythm fucking Tracey’s mouth.

“Why don’t we sit outside and talk for a bit?” Larry said.

Gina was surprised at his politeness. He could have just joined the other guys fucking Tracey, but somehow he seemed like a nice guy. Sure he had a hand back on her ass, but he’d helped her dress, kissed her gently, and now he was offering her a sip of his beer while he guided her onto the terrace. They stepped past where Tracey was being fucked. Joon stopped to watch closely. He even knelt down so he could put his face inches from her pussy being split by Jimmy’s thrusting cock. Larry led her over to a lounge chair and they sat. It sagged beneath them, throwing them together.

“Don’t worry about Joon,” he said. “He’s pretty new to this. Tracey may have been his first fuck. She was great about it. She took him into the bedroom last weekend on his own and showed him the ropes I guess. Before he joined us gangfucking her.” He laughed. “Can you believe that? Virgin at noon and gangfucking a slut by 3. No wonder he’s quiet.”

Joon was standing by Tracey’s head now watching Troy banging her mouth. As she watched Troy’s body bucked and he came violently, his cock springing from Tracey’s mouth and flooding her face with his copious white cum. He held himself close to her face until he was spent and then let Tracey clean his cock off, Joon watching inches away all the while.

“So how do you know Jason?” Larry asked.

“I work for him,” Gina said.

The day was warm and she lay back, quite comfortable now, on the lounge in the sun.

“I came over to talk about work and one thing led to another, and as you can see, I got busy.”

She laughed. Larry leaned forward, offering the beer again. He spilled a little and the cold fluid splashed over her tits.

“Do you mind if I lick that off?” Larry asked.

“Sure,” Gina said. She wanted him to. He was a nice young guy.

Larry leaned over and placed his mouth on Gina’s tits in turn. She felt his tongue licking firmly around her nipples and then in between and down onto her stomach. In the shadow of his body she could see the outline of his cock protruding against the swim shorts he wore. If she reached out she could rub it, slip it out of his shorts, suck it. She guessed that was what he wanted. They were going to fuck, after all. Larry, Troy and Joon, she guessed. And maybe the other guys as well. But just as she resolved to reach for Larry’s cock, he sat back down again.

“That was nice,” she said.

“Anyway,” Larry said. “Jason sort of took us under his wing. He said he organised gangfuck parties at his place each weekend and we were free to join in. Last weekend was our first, and this weekend looks to be turning out just fine. I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you have a great body and I want to fuck you real bad.”

Gina laughed. What do you say when a hot young guy says that, she thought.

“Me too,” said Joon, who had joined them. He reached down and touched her tits lightly.

“See, he speaks,” Larry said.

Joon sat close beside her on the other side.

“But how old are you guys?” Gina said. “You’re very young.”

“We’re in college,” Larry said. “I’m 19. I’m experienced. I’ve fucked plenty of sluts, I mean girls. One at a time at first. But one on one is fucking lame. Gangfucking is where I’m at now.”

“And you Joon?” Gina asked.

“Fucking you will fulfil one of my greatest fantasies,” he said. “It will be like fucking my mother’s friends.”

Gina laughed. These guys were a scream.

“How old do you think I am?”

Joon looked at her closely.

“34,” he said.

“Amazing. That’s right.”

“My mother and her friends are in their 30s,” Joon said. “I’m not into fucking my mother. That’s sick. But she has some hot cougar friends. Hot Korean MILFs. I imagine how they’d lean back and open their legs to me and say ‘Joon, I want you to fuck me, you bad boy. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time’. And how Larry and Troy and I would fuck them senseless in every hole.”

“Is that what you want to do to me?”

“Mmmm.” Larry said. “I guess that just about covers it. Do you mind?”

Jason had rejoined the guys and Tracey. Troy had conceded his place at Tracey’s mouth and walked over to where Gina, Larry and Joon were sitting. He stood between Gina and the sun and folded his arms. Gina glanced up at his hot body and his large fat cock, dripping with Tracey’s spit and his cum, pointing straight at her face.

“So,” he said. “I don’t want to waste this fucking great hard on. Jason says you are up to be gangfucked. Is that OK?”

Gina reached up and gently flicked the end of his cock. It sprang up and down like some bizarre, obscene child’s toy. The surprise she’d felt earlier in the day when Jason, Tracey and the guys had humiliated her seemed to have drained away. Fucking these three hot young teens would be something new and exciting. She flicked Troy’s cock again, realising that Larry and Joon had stripped off their clothes and were standing naked beside her. Three fat young cocks were at her disposal and like Troy, she wasn’t going to waste his or the other two large erections which now filled her gaze.

She took them one at a time into her mouth, keeping her hands as much as she could round the other two cocks. The lounge chair was too low and she had to squat so she was at the right height. She quickly lost count of which teen was fucking her mouth and which were in her hands. Troy and Larry were caucasian and tanned. The white torsos in her face could have been either of them. Joon was Asian. She could tell when he used her mouth.

What she had expected was a little tentativeness from them. Maybe not Troy having watched him ruthlessly pound Tracey, but Larry was so polite, and Joon was inexperienced. But none impressed her as an apprentice mouth fucker. The three guys went at it as hard and vigorous as the older guys had earlier. Maybe that’s how it is with young guys, she thought, growing up on a diet of online porn, strip clubs, and willing partners.

The guys had stunning cocks – firm and pink, all circumcised, much the same length, although one of the white guys was a little longer. Whoever it was was catching the back of her throat, then holding himself there until she gagged when he would pull out. She looked up next time it happened and saw it was Larry. She resolved to suck him in a little longer if she could.

Troy, on the other hand, just plunged in and out as rapidly as he could, thrusting long and deep and then out to her lips. She could taste the cum he’d shot into Tracey’s mouth and tried to give him an extra flick with her tongue, but he was so quick.

Joon fucked her a littler arhythmically. She couldn’t quite work him out. For a novice he fucked her with his hands behind her head and drew her onto him, sometimes fast, sometimes langorously. She wondered if he would simply cum in her mouth and was quite surprised that any of them had so much staying power.

But Joon did cum. She locked onto his cock and let him cum as deep in her mouth as he could reach. She loved how he kicked against her, and let go of the other guys so she could finger his balls. Then as he slowly withdrew and she rolled his sweet cum round her mouth, she ran her lips along his shaft and then let him rest his knob under her nose where she could clean him up. He groaned, let her lick for a few seconds, then thrust in again. Still hard, he pushed as hard as he could, his cum and his cock filling her mouth until she coughed , and his cum started spilling out over her lips. Then he withdrew and leaned down. His expression was neutral as he took her head in his hands, and kissed her deeply, swilling his tongue round her cum-laden mouth.

“You’re a great mouth fucker,” she said when he stepped back. She hoped that was what young guys wanted to hear. “I can’t wait to have you fuck my pussy and my ass.”

Joon stood before her, naked, hands on hips, his fat cock swinging like a pendulum.

“Did someone say pussy and ass?”

It was Larry. She laughed. Larry and Troy lifted her onto a large inflatable ribbed ball which lay by the pool. She felt her back bend back until her head was nearly on the ground and her tummy was in the air. Larry took up position at her face and recommenced mouth fucking her, but upside down if you like. She bent her head back to give him maximum access to her mouth and throat. She could feel him sliding down and wondered if he was deep enough for his cock to be rising and falling in her throat enough for people to see. The thought made her horny as hell.

Meanwhile, Troy had knelt between her legs and was licking her pussy. She was highly aroused, and felt herself falling into the rhythm of the mouth fucking and the cunt licking and knew she would join Joon in cumming next.

As she reached the brink of an orgasm, she felt Troy’s fingers in her cunt, first one then another, and as she opened up to him, most of his clenched fist. At least that’s what it felt like. Was she actually being fisted? No one had ever done this to her before – not Jason and the guys earlier, not her previous lovers male or female. Sure she’d seen it in pornos. It looked filthy and painful. It seemed to be what happened in the worst pornos to the worst sort of sluts. Is that what she’d let them make her? It hurt yet made her swoon at the same time. Fuck, she was sure he had his whole hand up her cunt. She spread her legs and pushed against him, hoping Troy would get the message. She wanted to experience everything. She was theirs to use however they wanted.

And then a third sensation. Someone lifted her legs and pulled them wide until they were maybe they were pointing vertically from the hips. She couldn’t see as Larry had her head pinned back to accommodate his cock in her mouth. But added to the fist in her pussy, someone was fingering her butthole. Sure she wasn’t as tight as she’d been earlier when Jason and the boys has ass fucked her, but still, it went from one finger to two and then a fist as well.

She cried out around Larry’s cock, but he didn’t relent, and if anything thrust deeper. And as she was brutalised in her cunt and ass, she orgasmed, cumming in a great wave of euphoria and pleasure and pain, grunting and screaming as she bucked against the guys’ body parts violating her. She wanted to breath and to swallow and extract the cock and fists while taking them even deeper if that was possible. Gina could hear herself swooning and squealing, her legs held fast against her kicking, wanting it to end and wanting it to last forever.

And then Larry came in her mouth. She couldn’t count the number of times his cock discharged its load. It jackhammered into her until her until she knew she had to spit out his cum. And when she was sure she’d have to fight them, Larry withdrew his cock and she yelled ‘fuck’ and ‘fuck’ again. She heard him say ‘guys, easy’ and then the grip on her legs diminished and she realised her pussy and ass were no longer stuffed to bursting point.

She lay on the inflatable ball with her head back and let her legs dangle wide. A vision of her raw and spent body, curved across the ball in the sun, the guys’ sweat and Larry and Joon’s cum in her mouth and across her face, her red raw pussy and ass used and gaping, and the guys and the others standing around examining her like a doll in a porn film.

Gina lifted her head and opened her eyes against the sun.

“Hey, I haven’t cum in the slut yet,” Troy said.

That’s when she realised Tracey was filming her again.

TO BE CONTINUED MAYBE

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Les’ story

I knew from the start that my wife Carrie had always been attracted to older men. We had often talked about this even before we were married and she had mentioned a few affairs with older men, but she didn’t want to get into a permanent relationship I suppose because she didn’t want to be left alone at age 40 or 50 after her older husband died. Then there was the children issue…she didn’t feel that a man of 50 or 60 could be the kind of father that could run and play ball with a pre-schooler. I’m sure there have been men who have done this, but according to her, these were her long range concerns.

I am 26 and Carrie is now 24. We have been married for 4 years now and it was just recently that Carrie had the chance to experience an older man again. I had seen the way she looked at some of the older men we passed in the mall, and in the movies and such, and I felt like the desire was still there. I have asked her many times while we were making love, just what it was that turned her on so much about older guys. She would always get a dreamlike look in her eyes as she explained that older men seemed to know just what a woman needed without being in a rush to complete the act. And the “forbidden” aspect of an older man, making it with a woman who could be his daughter. I finally learned one night that she had an affair with her 45 year old mailman when she was only 16. Anyway, Carrie is what you would expect of a young woman in her twenties. Her body is tight from constant aerobics. She has sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, long muscled legs, and two of the most beautiful, 36C, tits tipped with pinkish brown nipples that always betray the fact when she is turned on!

I had always had a tinge of jealousy when we would meet men in a business setting and I knew that she was hot for them. One time while applying for a bank loan, we sat opposite the guy’s desk answering his questions etc. When I looked at Carrie I saw that her nipples were straining against the front of her shirt, and she was obviously flirting heavily with him. Oh I knew the look! A smile cemented on her face, the blue eyes flashing. It was obvious from the loan officer’s actions that he had some ideas of his own. I guess the fact that Carrie’s dress had worked it’s way a little higher and she seemed to be crossing her legs constantly didn’t help matters much.

Just as an experiment, when we got back in the car, I reached to caress her thigh as I often do, but I reached a little higher this time and my fingers were met by her soaked panties. We did get the loan we wanted and if Carrie’s little show had anything to do with it, then I guess it was a good thing. When we got home later, I asked her point blank if she had the hots for this guy. She said that she was only playing with him, and that her days of having other men were over. Somehow, I didn’t think the fires were out just yet. That night, as were in bed, I asked her…”If the right man came along and you had the opportunity, would you fuck him?” “Of course not! I am a married woman now and I have all that I need” she replied. Well it was now or never I thought so I unloaded my secret hidden desires. “Carrie, if you had my permission, would you?” Carrie sat up in bed and just looked at my face for a few minutes in shock. “Do you mean, you WANT me too?” she asked. All I could muster was a nod of my head. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. She laid there for what seemed like 30 minutes in silence. I wasn’t sure if she was hurt, pissed off or what, until finally she whispered “I love you, and I want to give you the things you want. If the circumstances were right and I felt good about it, I suppose I could”.

Part of me was scared about the whole thing, part of me was jealous that she would even consider it, but a part of me was turned on thinking that my wife would be screwing someone. We didn’t say anymore, but we held each other making love with a passion we had not experienced before, and it all seemed right.

Weeks went by and the subject never again came up in conversation, but the idea was never far from my mind. It was in late October that the plan fell literally into our laps! We had decided to trade in my old clunker Chevy for a new car. I had just gotten a raise and my old car was on it’s last legs. As we strolled into the dealership we were met immediately by Frank, one of the salesmen. After asking what we had in mind and showing us the cars that we liked, he invited us to his office to see if we could work out a payment plan. Once again we were sitting across from a man at a desk, who controlled our future. Frank was about 45 or so, greying around the temples with brown hair, and it was obvious that underneath the well fitting suit, that he was in pretty good shape. Carrie seemed to notice right away, and flashbacks of the bank came flooding back to me. As Frank went over the facts and figures, Carrie seemed mesmerized by his easy smile and sense of humor. She was wearing a skirt with matching jacket, Escort Bayan really a very conservative looking outfit, but it did afford a great view of her legs and high heels. Frank excused himself for a moment to speak with the sales manager, Carrie’s eyes following him on his way out. We didn’t speak but just looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, but then Carrie said something about being warm and stood to remove her jacket. I felt that familiar tinge of jealousy when I learned that underneath all she had on was a thin white cotton shirt. The outline of her nipples was visible and her nipples stood out hard and firm. She looked again at me, and it remained unspoken that Frank was the target of our plan. The jealousy soon turned to excitement as I realized that Carrie had not forgotten our talk and was now going on the offensive so to speak to make it a reality. She sat back down in the chair, making sure to arrange her skirt just right. Frank walked back in and did a doubletake as he couldn’t help but notice Carrie’s tits standing up proudly and her nipples trying to poke holes through the thin material. As he sat behind his desk, his face went into a blank stare for a moment as he studied Carrie’s tits! I looked down to see the nipples standing out to what looked like an inch, but I know they weren’t that long, but it was obvious that Carrie was enjoying the attention.

The afternoon went on with Frank making offers, running to the sales manager’s office to deliver our counter offers, and the teasing between Frank and Carrie continued. A few times as she crossed her legs, she would purposely spread them, giving him what I know was a full view of her damp panties. After what seemed like hours, we finally agreed on a price and the long process of paperwork was started. We were ushered into to meet the sales manager and sign our lives away on countless forms. Carl, was equally impressed by Carrie, and I felt like Frank had already filled him in on the hot looking fox in his office. Carl was probably a few years older than Frank, a bit more pudgy, but well groomed in his tailored suit. We were about finished signing all the papers, when suddenly Carrie stopped the proceedings! Both Frank and Carl could see the deal flying away and began to put on the hard sale’s pitch. Carrie assured them that she intended to go ahead with the sale but that she wanted to speak with me in private. We were ushered back to Frank’s cubicle, where Carrie took my hand, and reminded me of our bedroom conversation weeks earlier. She told me that she wanted to go to bed with Frank, and sheepishly again without words, I nodded my head in agreement. “Leave everything to me, Les. Just follow my lead and I will make this happen”. “I want to take him to our house, just to be safe, and if you want to be there, it’s OK. I would feel a lot safer if you were there” she said. “If that’s what you want, but I’m not too sure they will try anything with me there” I answered. Almost as if she had done this a million times before, Carrie had all the details worked out “You go home first, and stay in our room, I’ll get Frank to take me home.

We went back into Carl’s office, where Carrie laid out the plan and finished signing the papers. She said that she wanted Frank to take her out in the new car for another more in depth test drive, since she wasn’t comfortable with the new unfamiliar car. Naturally Frank’s eyes lit up, when he learned that I would be “going to work the late shift” soon! This was Carrie’s idea to set the thing in motion. I got into Carrie’s car and waved to Frank and her as I drove off, but I couldn’t go home just yet. Frank had agreed to follow her home to make sure she got there OK. I pulled down the street a few blocks and waited. Sure enough, Carrie pulled out with Frank in the passenger seat for her test drive. I followed from what I thought would be a safe distance behind and could see them laughing and talking with Frank leaning over to show her some of the car’s features, and I knew that he was getting an eyefull of Carrie’s. They didn’t travel far before Carrie pulled the car off on the road shoulder, and I managed to pull into a nearby gas station to see what would happen next. They sat for a moment but then Carrie turned to face him more and I could imagine that her legs were spread wide for him to see all the way up the short skirt. Frank turned toward her and leaned in her direction. I couldn’t see their hands, but I was sure he was touching her. After a few more minutes, I saw them lean together and share a kiss. My heart sank as I watched my wife kissing another man, but this soon passed as I realized that my cock was straining at the front of my pants with excitement.

They pulled away and headed back to the dealership and I reluctantly made my way home. I entered our apartment and turned on a few lights since the sun was getting low. I then sat on the sofa contemplating what was about to take place right here later tonight. After about 30 minutes, I was brought back to reality by TWO sets of headlights running across the front window. This is it, I thought as I hurried to our darkened bedroom and partially closed the door. I sat at the end of our bed which gave me a pretty good view of the sofa, then Carrie’s laughter filled the room. She walked in with Frank following closely behind, and then Carl passed by!! Frank had ridden with Carrie and Carl was to take him back to the dealership as I later found out. “Well, it’s not every day that I buy a new car”, Carrie exclaimed, “and since Les is not home, you two have to help me celebrate. Have a seat and get comfy and I will make us some drinks”. Frank and Carl made themselves right at home and removed their jackets and loosened their ties. Carrie walked into the kitchen and once again removed her jacket, her nipples hard with anticipation. She returned with a tray of drinks and then she sat in the chair which is opposite from the sofa. After some small talk about the car, and car sales, I watched as Carrie started to act a little drunk. I knew she could hold her liquor pretty well, so I thought this was all part of the act. She sat making sure to hike her skirt even higher, continually crossing her legs in front of the two men. I could not see Frank plainly, but it was obvious that Carl was enjoying the show, by the obvious bulge now forming in his dress pants.

After a couple of rounds for all, Carl suggested that they should be getting back, but Carrie pleaded with them to stay a little longer. She told them that she was in the mood to celebrate but that she had to get out of her suit. I could see the men look at each other grinning at the prospects. Carrie came into our room, and giggled at the sight of me sitting in the floor. She knelt beside me, and taking my face in her hands kissed me hotly on my lips.

“Les, one final time, are you SURE, this is what you want? Absolutely sure? I can stop this anytime.” she asked.

I answered “Carrie, do YOU want it?”

“I think so.” was her answer

“Then do it” I whispered

With that Carrie started taking off her skirt, panties, hose and was completely naked in front of me. Taking a deep breath, she moved to leave the room. Walking in to the living room, she exclaimed “Let’s party!!” once again feigning drunkeness.

I could see Frank and Carl’s faces light up as they each began shedding their clothes. It was tough enough for me to prepare to watch my wife with one man, but now it appeared she would have two! Carrie rushed to Frank and almost tore his pants off. As soon as his cock was free, she hungrily sucked it into her mouth. Carrie loves giving head and after a few times with a little coaxing from me, she learned to love to swallow. Frank slid to the floor with Carrie never breaking contact with his cock. I had seen blowjobs in movies before, but never from this perspective. Frank’s cock was about 7 or 8 inches long, longer than mine but about as thick. Carrie was really getting off on sucking a bigger cock, and she tried to take it all in a few times. Carl, not wasting much time, kneeled behind her and rubbed his swollen cockhead up and down through her pussy lips. Encouraging him, Carrie lifted her ass and pushed back against him, craving to have her pussy filled. Carl had a cock about 6 inches long but the head seemed to be a lot larger than it should but he managed to easily slide into her sopping pussy. Carrie was going wild now, her head bobbing up and down on Frank’s cock, her hip arching wildly to match Carl’s thrusts.

My head was spinning a hundred miles an hour! I thought I could have a difficult enough time seeing my wife with another man, but now I found myself watching from about twenty feet away as she took on two at once! If Carrie had any reservations at first, they had disappeared now. She was bucking and moaning like an animal and totally devouring Frank’s cock! I watched as she tried several times to swallow him to his balls, but she couldn’t quite take it all. Carl’s huge cockhead made her pussy lips bulge out obscenely as he would pull his cock almost all the way back out before slamming it hard inside her. I knew that Carrie had to be loving it because she always gets off fast on long, hard strokes. It was only a few more minutes and Carrie pulled Frank’s cock from her mouth and arched her back, literally screaming in orgasm! She gasped loudly and then immediately pulled Frank’s cock back into her mouth. I guess it was seeing and hearing this that triggered the guy’s orgasms, and I guess I returned to reality for just a few moments as I wondered how she would handle that. Neither of the men wore condoms. Carrie was on the pill, so pregnancy wasn’t an issue but with all of the diseases running around I became a little concerned about it. Before I could think much more about it, however, Frank’s face grimaced as if in pain and his whole body stiffened as he started groaning in orgasm. Carrie never let up, and took his complete load of hot cum into her mouth, swallowing and sucking as hard as she could. She seemed to be starved for cum as she pumped his shaft with her fingers while sucking hard on the head. Carl followed closely behind, slowing his strokes as he pumped her pussy full. I never thought he would stop cumming actually and I was amazed that when he pulled out his spent cock, the cum virtually poured from her pussy in thick, white, rivers!

My own hard on was raging at this point and I continued to stroke myself while staring wide eyed at the scene just feet away. My young, typical, suburban, housewife had transformed in front of me into a sex starved jungle cat! Frank and Carl were both winded and sweating profusely and both collapsed at once on the sofa to grab a drink. I thought Carrie also would end it here, but I watched as she crawled over to Carl’s lap and began to clean his remaining cum from his cock and balls. Carl threw his head back and moaned, and then looked at Frank in disbelief at their good fortune. Carrie smiled up at him and began licking his cock while smiling up into his eyes. I have seen this before when she would playfully suck my own cock, and there is no man alive who wouldn’t submit to this. Carl reached down and pinched her nipples which made her purr. Carrie wasn’t finished with these two just yet. Carl pulled her up onto the sofa, and with her ass in Frank’s lap, she started sucking Carl with a renewed hunger. Carl’s cock slowly started firming up again, and the huge head was the object of much of Carrie’s attention. I watched intently as she licked all around the ridge around the head, before covering the head with her mouth and sucking hard enough to make slurping noises. She pulled off for a moment, and looked into our darkened room as if she was looking directly into my eyes. With a smile at me, she took the tip of her tongue and pushed it into the slit at the end of Carl’s cock! >From out of nowhere, I felt the most tremendous orgasm I have ever had rush from my cock! It literally felt like a tiny hand had reached into the shaft and was pulling a huge load of cum from deep inside my balls! I managed to keep quiet, but I was not able to prevent hot cum from spraying all over me, the bed, the carpet, and probably the ceiling! Carl was in a combination of ecstasy and agony as Carrie sucked him unrelentingly! She wasn’t able to take him very deep at all because of his huge mushroom shaped cockhead.

It was about now that I realized that Frank had mounted her from behind and was pounding her furiously. His cock made loud swishing sounds as he pumped it through Carl’s cum that remained inside my wife. Carrie’s eyes were glazed as if she was on some kind of drug, but it was just primal heat that drove her now. Her cheeks would go hollow as she sucked hard on Carl’s cock, her body being rocked by Frank’s thrusts from behind. What happened next just took me by total surprise. Carrie reached between her legs, grabbing Frank’s cock, she seemed to be manipulating it somehow that I could not see, but in just a few minutes, it was obvious that she had moved it to her ass. Carrie and I had only attempted anal a few times, and I had only managed to work the head into her before the pain was too much for her. She was guiding Frank’s cock slowly into her ass, her face strained and red as she struggled to take him in. She still stroked Carl with her free hand and was licking the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. God I wished I could see it, but her ass was turned away from me. I could tell however that Frank was already farther than I had ever been, as he slowly pushed it deeper inside her. Carrie adjusted her legs further apart and pushed her hips higher into the air, and I could see Frank’s heavy balls near her pussy lips between her legs. I think he was almost totally inside her. With one final grunt, Carrie pushed backwards against him and took it all! She looked back at Frank, and simply said “slow – please- go slow”, and then returned to sucking Carl in front of her. I guess it was too much for Carl because he erupted into her mouth immediately. I could plainly see her cheeks bulge as he pumped another huge load into her. Carrie gagged slightly but then swallowed it all except for a few drops which ran down her chin. Frank had picked up his pace a little now, and Carrie’s face just fell into Carl’s lap as she moaned and gasped for air. Softly between gasps she was whimpering “yeah….oh yeah….fuck it baby….fuck my ass”. Needless to say, my own cock erupted again but at least this time, there wasn’t as much to try to contain, but the effect was just as gratifying. I looked back into the living room to see Frank pumping my wife’s ass even faster now, Carrie’s face contorted in a combination of pain and crazed lust while Carl sipped his drink and stared in amazement at the sight I couldn’t see. Suddenly Frank said “Oh God baby….I gotta……..in or out?……I gotta cum!” “IN ME! I want it IN ME” cried Carrie. I couldn’t believe this, but Frank stiffened again and started shooting his load into virgin territory. Carrie pushed her self up off of Carl and groaned and yelled like I had never heard her as she once again had a powerful orgasm!

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Charlotte fumbled to get her key in the lock. That final glass of wine had gone to her head. She switched on the lights and danced drunkenly into her hallway. She was listening to Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event. She had turned forty a few days ago, and her son had bought her an iPod. She loved it. She sang as she spun in circles.

“So you can smell her perfume, you can see her lying naked in your arms.”

Her long black hair swung round as she danced. She caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror. She still looked pretty good, especially in her short black dress and high heels. She had been out tonight celebrating her recent birthday with friends from work. She dropped her handbag and danced through to the living room. She felt much younger than forty, so she sang.

“And you’re too drunk to notice everyone is staring at you. You don’t care what you look like. The world is falling around you.”

Charlotte stumbled upstairs. She shrugged out of her dress and staggered into her bedroom. There was nobody else home. Her son was staying at his girlfriend’s. She wondered whether there was any ulterior motive in him clearing out for the night. Daniel’s father had cheated on her years ago, and was now apparently in South America. She had been single for a long time. Daniel knew she was interested in a guy from the IT department. Perhaps her son was allowing her the privacy to bring a man home, if she wanted to.

She sat on her bed and pulled her stockings off. Her white silk pyjamas were folded neatly over the headboard. It took a while for her to guide the right limbs into the right holes, but she dressed for bed. Her pyjama top felt smooth against her body as she fumbled with the buttons. The irritating thing was that the guy from the IT department didn’t even show up. What the hell! He was married anyway, and Charlotte felt guilty even contemplating sleeping with him.

The girls she worked with had bought her a present too. Something naughty and inappropriate. She took it out of the box and slipped it into her pyjama pocket. She might need it later.

The shuffle function on her iPod threw up a sad song. Aimee Mann sang One Is The Loneliest Number. It threatened to ruin her mood. She stabbed the button and got Ooh La La by Goldfrapp. That was better. She wasn’t ready for bed, anyway. She wanted another drink. She danced her way back down the stairs. She shook her ass as she moved.

“Switch me on! Turn me up! I need la, la, la, la, la, la! I need ooh, la, la, la, la!”

Charlotte poured herself a drink. She took the bottle.

She collapsed onto the sofa. A splash of vodka leapt out of the glass and onto her pyjamas. She giggled.

“Pretty baby! You look so heavenly!” She sang to Blondie.

Her son was having his own relationship problems. He was nineteen, and was going with a girl called Emma. She was a gorgeous girl with long legs and flowing red hair, and she was whip smart. If Charlotte was interested in women, she might have fought off her son to get to Emma first. Unfortunately, Emma was also the sort of girl who felt she had to wait until she was married before having sex. Daniel was desperately trying to change her outlook. Tonight he had taken flowers and a bottle of wine round. Perhaps he had persuaded her. Perhaps right now he was enjoying a blow-job.

Charlotte felt a little excited by that thought. She tried to quench it with a slug of the vodka. It had the opposite effect, as her inhibitions drained away.

She imagined her son getting a blow-job whilst Emma’s parents slept. She heard him grunting as he came. Or, if he was really lucky, perhaps he was fucking the agile redhead on the kitchen worktops. She imagined them coupling in the pool of light from an open fridge. She closed her eyes.

She listened to Sweet Dreams by Tori Amos and slid her mind into that dark fantasy where she was the slinky redhead.

She imagined Daniel was slathering her breasts with banana ice-cream. It melted as it met her hot body and dribbled down her, onto his tongue. Oh… his lips were soft and urgent.

She called her son’s name over and over. “Oh Daniel! Oh Daniel! Oh Daniel!”

Daniel stood at the bottom of the stairs, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He had heard someone moaning his name. It sounded like his dreams of Emma, but he knew it could only be his mother. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Charlotte’s hands crept down her body.

Daniel crept further into the living room.

Charlotte was thrilled by her drunken fantasy. She knew it was wrong, Escort but she didn’t care. Picturing Daniel and Emma fucking had unscrewed something in her brain. It was simple. She was a woman, he was a man. Her son was strong and masculine, and she wanted him.

She writhed on the leather two-seater, hips thrusting. She was gift-wrapped, wearing damp white silken pyjamas. They clung to her feverish body, so drenched with sweat that her carnal figure was perceptible. Daniel stared at her long legs, now thrown open. He stared at her smooth stomach, slinky and squirming against the silk. He stared at her juicy wild breasts, rollicking under her wet top. He stared at her dark nipples striking beneath a pyjama top so soaked in perspiration it was as transparent and lingering as cling-film.

She unbuttoned her top and struggled out of it. She looked like one of the women on the Playboy channel. Daniel was nineteen and could appreciate a stunning woman – even if she had given birth to him. Clammy strands of dark hair fell across her face, her pouting lips. Her eyes were half-closed, and her long lashes flickered. The iPod he had given her was clipped to the tight waist of her pyjama bottoms and Daniel realised she was listening to music. There was no way she could hear him in the room. She ran her long fingers over her naked breasts and squeezed them, gasping urgently.

Daniel swallowed hard. He shouldn’t be here. He was home tonight because he had argued with Emma and she had told him to go. He had been fast asleep in his room, until he heard his mother’s voice. But he shouldn’t be here, standing in the living room watching her. He should steal away back upstairs to bed.

His stiff penis was hard against the cotton of his boxer shorts. It was an exquisitely tight bulge.

I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s wet, she’s wriggling. How can I resist? She’s a goddess. But she’s my mother. Shit!

He started to walk upstairs but she sang breathlessly to Madonna. “I don’t want to be your mother. I don’t want to be your sister either. I just want to be your lover. Kiss me.”

He liberated his thick throbbing dick.

Oh, Mom…. I wish you could do this for me. His thoughts seemed so loud.

He moved his penis back and forth. It felt strong in his hand, He felt like he could do anything he wanted with it. He wanked while he watched her.

He imagined her soft lips on the tip of his penis, her tongue quick and darting. Her long raven hair tickling his balls.

She moistened her fingers with her tongue and explored her nipples. Her fingers orbited the dusky circles of her areolas. Her touch was intense. Her nipples grew like button mushrooms. She tilted her head back and stroked them with her thumbs. “Daniel…. That feels sooo good….” Her voice was throaty and vital.

Daniel’s hand raced up and down the curved shaft of his penis. His purple head swelled and surged. He imagined stimulating her pussy with it. Her bucking and writhing beneath him.

Charlotte stuck a long finger in her belly-button and shivered. It was one of her most secret erogenous zones. She played with it, pressing her finger-tip against the sensitive spot, her other hand busy provoking a wave of thrills by skilful attention to her sighing breasts. She moaned and pressed her shoulders deep into the leather. She unwittingly showed Daniel how she wanted her world to be rocked.

Daniel staggered forward, needing to see this ravishing woman. Lips open. Her normally alabaster face hot and flushed. Her long kissable neck, her strong shoulders, dripping with perspiration.

She twisted her long legs together, sliding her ass along the leather couch. Her thighs rubbed, slippery with the juices now flowing from inside her, her knees trembling against each other. She swept a hand down, delving beneath the waist of her pyjamas. She pretended to resist, holding her legs tight closed, but pushed insistently, working one finger in, then another. She grunted. “Fuck me….” And her legs flew apart to accommodate both hands. One bare foot pressed against the carpet. The other leg hooked over the back of the sofa.

She sat up suddenly.

Daniel was standing behind her. He was inches from her. If he leaned forward even slightly, his cock would touch her. His face turned crimson. He was about to get caught masturbating over his mother. But then he had caught her masturbating over him. His life, which he was now certain wasn’t going to last much longer, flashed before his eyes.

Charlotte poured herself a full glass of vodka and knocked it back. That emptied the bottle. “God, this is wonderful,” she mumbled. “It’s so forbidden.”

She lay back down on the sofa. Her eyes were closed again. She hadn’t seen him. She still had the empty vodka bottle in one hand. She lowered the bottle between her legs. Slowly, she worked the smooth glass neck of the bottle in and out of her pussy.

Daniel nearly collapsed when he saw that. Oh my god!

The shock of pleasure was potent, intense, overwhelming. But a profound fear of her opening her eyes and seeing him strangled his lust. He didn’t ejaculate. He was too terrified. His mother was a sexy vision, naked from the waist up, breasts bouncing, in the throes of passion. Pyjama bottoms clinging to her every curve from the waist down. Her hands ravaging her clitoris, bopping under her pyjamas. Her alluring features wild and ecstatic. “Oh god…. oh god…. oh god….”

Daniel couldn’t move. His mother was oblivious, lost in feeling. Tenderly stoking herself to a climax. She took one hand away and breathed, slowly, waiting. Then she reached into a hip pocket of her pyjamas and slipped out a white vibrator. It buzzed as she took it into her body. “Uhhuunnnn uhhhh!”

He wrenched at his cock, working it, eager to come at the same time as her. He lurched closer, his dick beating against the sofa. Trembling at the erotic shamelessness of this electric woman. Sexually gratifying her body with sordid dreams….

Charlotte worked the vibrator. It was a birthday gift from the girls at work. They knew how desperate she was for a man, so they had bought her the next best thing and even fitted it with batteries. She still couldn’t believe what she was doing. But this was a fantasy. A harmless fantasy. Nothing more. She pictured Daniel fucking her.

Her own son, hard and muscular, bending her over the armrest of this leather sofa, her legs apart, her peachy buttocks receiving an athletic violation. His hands grasping her breasts, anchoring him deep inside her. His lips kissing the hot nape of her neck.

She spasmed, arcing her back, her legs twitching, her body shuddering. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck meeeee!” Daniel came suddenly. His mother orgasmed beneath him. His cock pulsed in his hands and shot a huge glot of semen through the air. It splattered her face and drenched her tits.

(Oh fuck!)

Charlotte fondled herself, still fiddling with her nipples, still enraptured. She rubbed the sticky man-juice all over her breasts, loving it. She pushed it down between her legs, adding it to the lubricating liquids deep in the cleft of her vagina. She moaned and bit her lower lip. Then she came to her senses. She was fucking herself. She hadn’t been with a man. So where did that come from?

She sat up, soft cries subsiding, still panting hard. Charlotte searched the room. It was empty. She licked the semen from her lips, knowing now that her son was unexpectedly home and had found her. Knowing that he had cum across her face and body. She felt a strange emotional turmoil of shame and anger, exhaustion and longing. She didn’t bother to put her pyjama top back on. She went to the drinks cabinet, unsteady on her long legs, and opened a bottle of Bailey’s.

She threw her iPod down on the floor. She wondered if Daniel would come back downstairs. She was drunk enough already, but if there was ever an excuse to get so smashed she couldn’t remember anything at all then the last few minutes gave her that excuse.

Her stomach was churning, her mouth was dry. Her son’s semen clung to her and she felt drunk on it. She didn’t want to shower. She didn’t want to dress. She wanted to make him cum again.

In the darkness of his room, Daniel was masturbating. The bed-sheets were bunched around his legs. His powerful chest rippled with the effort. He pretended his mother was draping her hungry forty year old body round him.

He didn’t hear his door open.

Charlotte stood in the darkness, her fingers tucked inside her. She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name. She strummed her clitoris soundlessly, absorbing every lurid sensation, rubbing her ass against the door frame. The wood there became slick and slippery as she spied on her son.

She watched him shuffling his glorious purple cock, needing both hands to stir himself. She admired his arms bulging as he worked, knew that they could lift her against this doorway. She imagined her ankles locked behind, so her legs could pull him in deeper.

She listened to him panting degenerate things about her.

“Oh… Charlotte… suck harder… you horny angel… Charlotte… bend over, you beautiful sexy piece of ass….”

It inflamed her. Her heart throbbed in her chest while he came. He spurted, and kicked and twitched. His bedclothes fell to the floor. He was exposed in his clumsy passion.

Charlotte convulsed as her orgasm wrenched through her. It was the second time tonight she had been shaken by the thought of her son coming in her body. Her arm flung outwards and her palm hit a light switch. There she stood, silhouetted in the doorway. She saw the horror on Daniel’s face, then the hot sexual longing. She knew how her semi-naked outline must look to any man. Her stunning contours, hard and ready for him. She arced her back against the door frame and pushed her breasts out.

He got up off the bed and stood before her, close enough for them to touch. The head of his penis nuzzled stickily against her taut belly. They were both trembling. He had no idea what to do next. Charlotte pounced fearlessly. She pushed her dark hair behind her ear and raised one angular eyebrow. She suddenly looked different, a girl he might meet in a club, and Daniel knew she was seducing him.

“You”re naked, son” she whispered breathlessly. “Would you like to slip into something more comfortable – like me?”

She was a beautiful Elf-queen, dripping with sexy mischief. A terrible Vulcan bitch in heat. Anything but his own mother asking him to fuck her brains out. He stared. He didn’t know what to say.

She shook her breasts at him.

That was it. He grabbed her and she grabbed him. There was no talking; just the fluttering cries and encouraging grunts between soft kisses. It seemed like hours they were kissing, lost in a warm smooth sliding clinch. Their wordless tongues wrestled. Neither of them closed their eyes. She had beautiful brown eyes, deep and brimming with tears of passion. She raised one of her legs and draped it around him. He held her long lovely thigh up and moved inwards, always inwards. It was the first time she opened her legs to him, allowing him within thrusting distance of her slick warm vagina. She lifted her head and panted at the top of the door frame as he kissed his way down her neck. She had never felt this raunchy. Or this desired. His hands stole down her curved back and inside her pyjama bottoms, fondling her buttocks. She presented her breasts to his lips, and pushed his head down. He took one tip into his mouth, drawing it in, lathering it with his drool, circling and pushing with his tongue, driving Charlotte to frenzy. He suckled her. She began to shuffle his cock up and down against her leg. He took her tit out from between his lips and stared into her brown eyes.

“I’m on the pill, so we don’t have to worry. We can do whatever we like.”

“Really?” Daniel wanted her. He needed her.

“Unwrap me,” she begged. “Please.”

He pulled her from her pyjama bottoms, lifting her as her legs curled around him. He laid his mother down on the bed and she squealed as he pushed his cock into her belly-button.

“Daniel! I love that!”

She came right then, wriggling beneath him. He let the spasms of lust ravish her, then pushed between her legs. His cock slid into her easily. Her nails dug into his back as she lifted her hips, no longer caring who he was. She stroked his shining athletic body. Her legs were wide, her toes gripping the mattress.

“Oh mother!”

“Call me Charlotte, you mother-fucker!”

It was a long slippery night. Sometimes he was on her. Sometimes she sat astride him, her long dark hair clammy on her breasts, her breasts bouncing as she pushed herself down onto his thick penis.

Eventually, they succumbed to sleep. They lay together inside their tight embrace. Her hair was on his chest. Her legs were wrapped around him. Each slight movement of their bodies caused beautiful ecstasy. Because of this, they half-woke many times, only to make love again. Her legs wound around him. His lips kissed her firm heaving breasts. His hand caressed her bottom. He plunged inside her body. They fucked with total abandon, like they were in a dream. Neither of them had ever felt pleasure like it.

Slowly, inevitably, the morning came. Charlotte realised she was lying in her son’s bed. Her head throbbed. She had the hangover from hell. Her legs were wobbly and weak. Daniel lay beneath her. He was naked, and she was naked. She was draped across him. Daniel woke to find his hand on his mother’s ass. His cock was upright like it always was in the morning. He couldn’t roll away from her. He could feel her nipples against his chest. He looked down. They were hard. Then they stared at each other, each was desperate for words, each was wondering what to say…

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After bending over the garden pulling out weeds and tidying up for a few hours on Sunday afternoon, I was reaching for a rake and my back objected strongly. I stood up to my full height and bent either side and felt OK until I leant backwards, or at least attempted to.

I went inside and sat down for a few minutes. I usually enjoy food health and was trying to find a way of getting relief for mild muscle soreness before it became a serious problem. I opened the phone book, looked up massage therapists and found the nearest to be a practitioner in the next suburb. I called him and he gave me directions to reach his studio. I decided to walk the 2 kilometres to try and loosen the stiffness in my back.

On arrival, he showed me to his rooms and I asked ‘What should I do?’

He told me the massage would take place on his massage table. I would need to remove my clothes and I could leave them on a piece of furniture he called a valet.

He asked, ‘Would you like a back massage or a full body?’

I asked him, ‘What does a full body massage involve?’

He said ‘We begin with a massage on your back, your legs including your buttocks, Then you roll over and we repeat the same on your front including your feet.

There were a lot of questions in my mind but I decided not to ask any more and just let the massage take its course.

He left the room and I removed my clothes. When he returned I approached the massage table in my jocks. He gave me a quizzical look when he noticed I was still wearing underwear.

I asked ‘Should I leave these on?’

‘Sure. You can if you’d prefer. You get a better massage naked, but either way is OK.’

I took down my underpants and left them with my clothes.

‘I want the best I can have so nude it is. What do you want me to do?’

‘Lie face down on the table and put your arms by your side, face over the face hole or on your side, whichever you’d prefer’.

Music was playing with a relaxing beat with sounds of insects and birds from the forest in the background.

I heard him wipe his hands on a towelling flannel, then rub his hands together to warm them. I felt slightly awkward lying naked on a massage table waiting for him to finish his preparations and start massaging me. I was more self-conscious while he was pre-occupied with his own process than when he began rubbing my body with his hands.

I relaxed to the music and started to doze. In a light dream state, I could feel warm drops of viscous liquid on my shoulders, back and buttocks. Standing at my head, and using both hands he smeared the oil across my shoulder blades, down to the small of my back, up along my sides, then back to my shoulders.

Next he repeated but reached further down my back to my buttocks, which he spread wide as he smeared oil more comprehensively, around and between the cheeks of my arse. He used his fingers to smear the massage oil over my anus and perineum. I was shocked and embarrassed that he would touch me there. No one had ever seen me there before, let alone touched me. The most surprising part of it was that I began to get an erection. Was I getting aroused?

The time passed Bayan Eskort for me to object, and I began to wonder what I was in for. He began massaging my back and some of the moves he did had a wonderful effect on the mild pain I was feeling after working in my garden.

He explained a technique he had developed from a cupped hands tapping method where he gave 3 hard slaps on each buttock, then massaged the legs and returned to the buttocks once the sting had ceased. I was already becoming aroused by his normal massage but this technique sounded intriguing.

I asked ‘How hard are the slaps?’

‘About the same as when you clap your hands. I will slap your right buttock, then your left, then your right, left, right and left.’

‘Umm. I don’t know. Has anyone ever complained about being slapped?’

‘Never. People like the overall experience. I will count and apply each blow on the count of 3. Are you ready?’

‘I think so.’

On the count of 3, he stung my right buttock with a loud slap, then walked around the end of the table and counted 3 and stung me over again when he slapped my left buttock. He continued to do this 4 more times and my arse was stinging, but a few moments later, I could feel it begin to flush deeply giving me a tingling sensation that was completely sensual.

He massaged my legs with 5 distinctly different techniques, all naturally following on from one another. There was a light but staccato rhythm hitting with the edge of his hands, light tapping with cupped hands, sharp pinching of my skin followed by firm strokes, but getting lighter until I could hardly feel his fingertips gliding across my buzzing skin. I felt my skin tighten up and began to get goose bumps as the sensation of his hands on me made my skin begin to tingle.

My excitement was gradually rising to such a level of intensity that my back pain, the reason I had decided to get a massage in the first place, was all but forgotten about.

He changed position and dripped a liberal amount of massage oil on my legs. As he worked on the back of my legs he placed my feet into two recesses in the table and started winding that end of the table which was designed to separate the legs of the client. This allowed him to massage both legs from a position standing between the client’s legs.

Another hydraulic adjustment gradually bent the table so that my arse was at the highest point, my upper body tilted downwards. I felt vulnerable and very exposed, but he remained matter of fact and continued his work diligently.

Working on the outside of both legs he treated me from ankles to my hips. Next, he massaged to the inside of my legs up along my thighs, stopping as he touched the pubic hair growing on my balls.

He repeated the same pattern of massage on my other leg. All this time my excitement was growing I could hardly feel his fingertips gliding across my tingling skin. I felt my skin tighten up and began to get goose bumps all over again as the sensation of his hands on me made my skin begin to shiver, but not with cold. He once again reached the top of my inner thigh lightly and maddeningly brushing the hair at the top of that leg.

Then standing between my legs, he positioned me to allow full access to my buttocks, and began working on them again.

From the back of my legs over the cheeks of my arse he lightened his touch even further to the top of my buttocks. He spread his fingers wide to the perimeter of my buttocks circling his fingers in the smallest lightest circles. The effect was a sensuous shock. My prick was curled up under my weight, becoming raging hard and tortured with nowhere to grow. He orbited his fingers inwards, one cheek at a time.

I would have been in a state of mild ecstasy just feeling the flush as my arse recovered. The feelings as the sting of pain from the beating he gave me earlier turned to sheer pleasure. He repeated this a few times, then stopped, and I was left untouched for a full minute. Every feeling of pleasure I could ever remember did not compare to the anticipation of whatever was coming next.

He began with light chops with the edge of his hands. Then a pattern of light but firm pinching at the top of my legs and up and down the cleavage between my buttocks, then a series of light nips around the rim of my anus.

Then, using the heels of his hands firmly on my buttocks, he spread them wide and I felt his fingertips run from the top of my buttocks slowly downwards. I waited for him to stop short of my anus, which must have been rudely exposed to his sight; but he continued downwards firmly rubbing my tightened orifice. I could feel my penis harden as I squirmed to try and find space for it to swell up under my stomach.

Then again, upwards from the back of my legs to my buttocks and again slowly down the cleavage of my buttocks to my perineum. After the third time, he shocked and alarmed me spreading my buttocks wide and his fingertip penetrated me and revolved lightly in my anus.

I cried out, ‘Stop that! What are you doing?’

He softly replied, ‘Just lie still and relax. You’ll find it pleasant if you can relax. It’s only for a few more seconds,’ as he continued to revolve his teasing fingertip in my arse.

I felt like a complete slut, letting him do that to me. Once I relaxed, in spite of myself fighting against my rampant arousal, he almost brought me to orgasm. I started whimpering and covered my face with my hands. I could not imagine this much pleasure coming from two hands working deliberately on my arse.

He withdrew his fingertip and feathered his fingers down my back from my shoulders to my ankles 3 times. He wiped me down with a soft cloth leaving me feeling clean without any discernible oil still apparent. Then. he wound the table back down until it was flat again. .

He said, ‘Turn over and I’ll massage the front.’

As I rolled over, my swollen pulsating penis was exposed. I tried to relax but I could feel it throbbing strongly, hovering above my stomach for nearly 2 minutes as he prepared to massage the front of my body.

I was thinking that if having my back massaged was that arousing, how far would he go massaging the front of me?

He began with my arms, including my hands, then firmly on my chest, and sides. He was much more subtle lower down feathering circles around my stomach, then moving lower with the circles until he lightly grasped my throbbing cock holding it out of the way to massage the top of my pubic area.

Then he abruptly stopped and began a thorough massage on my feet. Then he began the front of my legs, comprehensively paying attention to every part as he had on the back. My penis retained its size but relaxed in a soft state lying up along my stomach.

He spread my feet apart again, and began working between my legs. His strong hands ran up from my knees with his thumbs on the inside of my thighs. He lifted my balls up out of the way and massaged my perineum. He could see the effect of his hand firmly pumping blood into my cock hardening it causing it to swell to it’s full hardness again.

A copious flow of fluid poured from the tip of my penis, which he caught in one hand signalling a probable orgasm if I was to be further aroused. He very gently massaged my own pre-cum oil into my balls. His massage was the most thorough I had ever had and his sensitivity and expertise were very impressive.

I wondered if he would take this any further. While I came to the masseur to get relief for my back, he had obviously used all the most effective methods to relieve the ache I had developed bent over and working in my garden.

I thought that with my arousal at such a feverish level, I would be left frustrated if he finished at this point. I didn’t say anything and waited to see what was next.

Standing between my splayed legs, he stopped massaging my balls and reached forward to my shoulders and firmly massaged down my chest, lightly over my stomach and brushing my pubic hair lightly, he continued down my legs to my feet. Then with both hands on my chest below my neck, he moved his hands downward. His right hand stopped on my stomach, the other continued down slowly

With his left hand he spidered his fingers slowly upward from the base of my straining cock, then he slowly revolved his lubricated fingertips around the shaft of my penis, just below the glans, torturing me by keeping the pace just slow enough so that the climax would be just out of reach.

Finally, he slowly massaged it back down to the base summoning an unstoppable climax. With his other hand, he followed the first slowly from tip to base of my feverishly pulsating cock.

There was a long high-pitched moan coming from somewhere. I soon realised it was from me. My whole body was transported to an overwhelming orgasmic state, flushing my face and head and neck.

He gently grasped my cock just below the head, lightly squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing my tortured throbbing member. My balls, anus, stomach, armpits and legs all throbbed and flushed,

I gasped ‘I’m coming.’

My hardened prick squirted numerous copious streams of semen into a tissue he produced for the possibility of an ejaculation.

I remained lying on his massage table comprehensively spent. Exhausted, I fell asleep.

Sometime later, I woke as he towelled the front of my body down again.

He told me, ‘You can shower if you like.’

‘Thanks for that. No need. I feel OK now.’

I dressed, paid him, begged him for his card and left on very shaky legs.

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He was young, about 18 or 19, sun-bronzed with blue eyes and boyish good looks. She was 37 (must be twice his age, she thought to herself), a good figure (the wolf-whistles told her) and old enough to know better, but still young enough to know better still. He worked the pool in the hotel – she was not too sure what he did exactly; he did not seem to be a life-guard, though he may well have been trained; pool-attendant perhaps; he was certainly not a waiter, but if she asked him, he would get her drinks from the bar. She was widowed and financially secure; to keep herself busy she did various bits of work for charities. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. He seemed lonely to her and there she stopped her idle thoughts, aware that she was creating some fantasy existence for the boy based on very little real evidence. Her name was Jean.

But the roots of the fantasy were there and as the days passed she developed and modified it by observation. There was a girlfriend – young (much younger than him), blonde and (she thought) too thin; she giggled a lot and the relationship seemed rather one way: although he was always very attentive, the girl seemed to play one or two others similarly. This boosted the fantasy significantly, having a girlfriend so transparently superficial and fickle was better than none at all – the poor boy. His name, she learnt, was Mark. But it was still only a fantasy.

Then fate lent a hand. Jean was sunbathing, as usual, by the pool and Mark had gone to the bar to get her a martini. Over the other side of the pool some children were playing with a large inflatable shark. As Mark returned walking beside the pool towards Jean, two of the children tumbled into the pool with the shark, probably pushed by the third. Momentarily distracted, Mark turned to see what was happening and caught his foot on the leg of the sunbed next to Jean’s and stumbled. Although he managed to keep a grip on the glass, most of the contents shot out over Jeans body, the heavier ice not quite making the distance. The initial coldness did not last long in the heat of the sun and the expression on the boy’s face when he realised he had soaked one of the women guests was worth the minor discomfort she felt.

‘Ooooh!’ thought Jean, to herself, ‘You naughty boy, you’ve made me all wet!’

Instinctively, after his initial horror at what he had down, Mark reached for a towel to mop up the spilt drink. Then, realising that most of it was over Jean’s body, Escort Kız he hesitated again, unsure of the right thing to do. Jean saw an opportunity to take control of the situation: the last thing she wanted him to do was give her the towel; her preference was to get him to lick it off, but that would be pushing it too far; she would settle for his hands with the towel.

‘It’s ok,’ she said ‘accidents happen. If you could mop it up here, over my stomach and legs, I’m sure I’ll be fine.’

With clear instructions what to do, Mark seemed much happier and started to use the towel on Jean, apologising as he did so.

‘You’re very sweet’ said Jean, ‘and I really dont mind! Here, there’s some more between my legs.’

Without thinking, Mark moved the towel over Jean’s pubic mound between her legs. ‘Ooooh!’ said Jean. Mark suddenly reddened. ‘Oh dear’ thought Jean, ‘I’ve gone too far.’

Mark moved away. Jean put her hand on his arm to stop him getting up and then realised that although he had pulled back, he was in no hurry to get to his feet. Mark normally wore shorts around the pool and Jean suspected that he was concerned that they wouldn’t conceal what was happening inside. ‘I bet he’s got an erection’, she thought.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said to him, ‘I took advantage. That was naughty of me. Please forgive me.’

The boy relaxed, in fact he seemed to be far more at ease.

‘That’s ok,’ he said, ‘I rather liked it.’, he admitted.

‘Me too!’ said Jean, ‘did that make you stiff?’

Mark looked uneasy, then he nodded.

‘I know it’s wicked, but I rather like thinking about that. Would you like me to help you out with it?’

Mark nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. Jean was now aware that she could make out the outline of his burgeoning prick inside his shorts. ‘That must be uncomfortable.’, she thought. Then she thought of somewhere that it would feel ever so good and felt her own hot moistness warming up the cold dampness of the spilt drink.

Jean looked around. The pool was obviously not a good place to continue. ‘Is there somewhere more private?’ she asked.

Mark thought. One of the things he thought, was that ‘No’ was not going to be the answer.

‘There is a hut,’ he said, ‘behind those bushes the end of the pool. We use it for storing sunbeds and parasols and stuff. I could take this sunbed back there, it doesn’t really need to go, it’s only wet and a bit sticky, but it’s an excuse.’

‘I’m wet and sticky, too!’ said Jean ‘Perhaps, I’d better go as well?’

She got up, allowing Mark to pick up the sunbed and carry it, hiding the awkward and uncomfortable distortion in the front of his shorts. She followed behind him, the sight of his strong young body feeding and combining with her own passionate yearnings to excite her so deliciously.

The hut was larger than Jean expected, it had not been visible from the poolside. It was low and also quite well lit from a window in the roof. On one side were a pile of canvasses, which looked as if they may be soft enough to lie on. She thought of herself spread out there, her legs open, her hot pussy tightly gripping his thick cock as he rammed it hard up inside her, but no … not here … not yet. Mark had put down the sunbed and was looking at her. She smiled as her eyes fell upon the unconcealed bulge in his shorts.

‘My,’ she said, moving over towards him ‘you know how to flatter a lady!’ Jean cupped her hand around his balls, feeling them soft through the fabric. As she moved her hand upward she felt the hardness pressing against the material and some of the girth. She gave it a small squeeze and Mark groaned.

Feeling up the full length of his straining penis, her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. Simply elasticated, they were easy to pull away from his body and downwards allowing his cock to spring out thick and meaty into her hand. She put her hands around the swollen head and explored the single eye at the top with her thumb. She felt his slippery precum oozing out and, with her hand, she smeared his stickyness over his cockhead and down his shaft.

‘Mmmm!’, she said looking him directly in the face, her eyes half-closed as her hand moved up and down his thick cock, her mouth smiling wickedly. ‘That feels good!’

She looked into his eyes, savouring the control she felt over him. ‘Do you like this?’

Mark was obviously lost for words, but his expression was pleasing for her. Smiling, his eyes half closed he nodded slightly and mumbled some incomprehensible appreciation.

‘A fine thick cock’, she added, ‘Lovely and suckable!’.

She dipped down before him bringing her mouth to the level of his fully erect penis and flicked her tongue along the slit at the end of the swollen purple knob, licking up some of the precum still leaking out there.

‘Mmmm!’, she said again, pressing her lips against the underside of the tip in a gentle kiss and looking up at him. ‘Would you like me to suck it?’

‘Oh yes’ he said, ‘Yes, please.’

‘Ask me.’ Her hand stroked the thick cock, teasing, drawing out the experience so she could savour it and the feeling of control she so obviously had.

‘Please Miss, suck my cock!’

The combination of politeness and crudeness was exciting. ‘Of course,’ thought Jean, ‘I never told him my name.’

‘Jean’, she said, as she moved her head forward, allowing his cockhead, swollen and lubricated with precum to force open her lips, letting them slide over the hot flesh as the round full head filled her mouth like a ripe plum.

She tasted him, his skin flavoured with his precum and a faint trace of chlorine from the water in the pool. Continuing to use her right hand on the base of his cock, she cupped his balls in her left while her lips, tongue and teeth worked on the sensitive head.

‘Jean’ he said, with difficulty, repeating her name. His hand moved down to her breast, sliding beneath the bikini top to caress the skin, his fingers just brushing her nipple.

The warmth and sensations of Joan’s mouth around Mark’s cock were more than he could handle and he started to cum … a small creamy load first … she felt it enter her mouth, hot and salty … and then a sudden spurting … she swallowed what she could and then pulled away, still jerking his pumping prick, watching his semen continue to splurt out in a white arc, some hitting the side of her face while the rest passed over her shoulder.

Then the flood subsided. She moved her mouth back to his cock, licking up the remaining juice and sucking him clean.

She stood up in front of him, her hand still on his dick, some of his cum on the side of her face. She smiled. She guided his hand between her legs, pulling the bikini to one side so he could feel how hot and wet she was. She felt him run his finger along her pussyslit, slipping it up inside her. She moaned, cumming a little as his fingertip touched and then moved around her clitty, so sensitive, so swollen and oh so ready. But she wanted to keep control too … just for a little longer. If she gave in now, it would be too quick … hurried in the corner of this little shed. She wanted more than that – deserved more than that. With a little regret, she moved his hand away.

‘I think you owe me a favour and I know just what I need, but this is not the place and I need your cock good and hard again. Room 36, 9 o’clock tonight. Will you be there?’

‘Yes, Jean’, he smiled, ‘It will be my pleasure’.

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