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I guess I can blame it all on you. After listening to you talk about your little “morsel” and what you intend to do with her, I couldn’t help but feel aroused all day. By evening, I knew what I had to do.

I made a short trip to my favorite bar.

After working late, I ran home to change clothes. I wore the usual—tight white T-shirt and short black skirt. The underthings stayed at home for this trip. It’s amazing how clothing can amplify the way you feel. And those clothes make me feel like a whore the minute I put them on. I wear them for no other purpose. Just seeing them hang in my closet excites me.

I hopped in the car and drove quickly over to the bar. There weren’t too many cars in the lot, and I was afraid there wouldn’t be anyone who’d suit my needs. I went inside and sat down at the bar for a few minutes to decide whom to target. It seemed like there were nothing but couples, so I decided to go sit in the back booth and wait for a single man or two to show up.

I took my drink and wandered back to “the booth,” which was vacant. I wasn’t there too long when an attractive young couple came up and asked if they could join me. My nipples immediately stiffened as I excitedly replied “yes!”

The man slid in next to me, and the woman, across from us. He began asking me a few small-talk sorts of questions, which I politely answered. The woman said nothing as she watched us intently. I almost immediately felt his hand start to graze my thigh, and slowly start to move upward. He laughed and mentioned that he felt goosebumps on my thigh and asked if I was cold or excited.

“Excited,” I barely whispered. I couldn’t find my voice. I was thrilled to have this stranger touching me while the woman watched. I wanted more. I got greedy and opened my thighs wider, hoping his hand would travel farther upward towards my moistening pussy. As soon as he felt me do this, his hand squeezed my thigh roughly. “No, no, no,” he cautioned me. “I’ll be in charge of this little adventure. Right now, I need you to go get two beers for us.”

He slowly pulled his hand away, trailing his fingers back down my shaking thigh. I slid out of the booth and was barely able to stand. I heard the woman laugh as I bursa escort bayan swayed while trying to gain my footing. I steadied myself and walked to the bar, head swimming, to fetch them their beer. My hard nipples were clearly outlined by my tight top. There was no question that I was aroused.

I quickly came back to the booth with the drinks. I sat them on the tabletop, and then slid into the booth next to the man. His hand found my thigh immediately, and traveled quickly north. He leaned over to whisper near my ear, which sent shivers through me.

“We’ve noticed you back here before, with some of your friends. We think we have an idea of the kind of girl you are. Would we be right?” he asked, his warm breath tickling my ear. “I’m up for some fun,” I rasped, finding it hard to speak. “What did you have in mind?”

“My girlfriend enjoys watching me with other women,” he said. And just then, I felt his fingers graze the outer edge of my pussy lips. I sucked in my breath, and pushed hard against his fingers. He quickly pulled them away. I must have let out a moan, because the woman laughed at me again. I also felt his hand on my shoulder, forcing me back towards the bench. I had been rubbing my nipples against the edge of the table. “You need to behave,” he snapped at me. “This is our party. You are just the entertainment.”

“I understand,” I mumbled. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “Now, slide over here and get close.”

I slid over so my hip was touching his. I felt his fingers under my skirt again, just for an instant. He grabbed my hand and placed it in his lap. I could feel an incredible hard-on lurking underneath. I had to feel it. I grabbed the zipper and started to yank it down.

“Ah, ah, ah…not so fast,” he whispered as I felt his fingers give my nipple a rough, hard pinch. “You do what I tell you to do.” I agreed, feeling so frustrated I could hardly stand it.

At that moment, the woman slid out of the booth and came over to our side and slid in next to me. The three of us now sat in a row, facing out towards the bar. Anyone who looked our way could see us, and what we were doing.

“What are you in the mood for, my dear?” The man gorukle escort asked the woman. I enjoyed the feeling of her arm pressing against my side, and the way she smelled so sweet. “You know what I like dear,” she said.

At that moment I felt his hand plow under my skirt and grip the edge of my wet pussy roughly. I gasped out loud, both with surprise and pleasure. “My, my, you are a wet one, aren’t you? Do you like it when you can be watched?” He had no idea how much I like it.

“This is what you’ll do,” he began explaining very matter-of-factly. “You’ll get down on your knees for me. I want you to slide your skirt and your top up so we can see you touching yourself. I want you to take my cock into your mouth. You’ll suck it until I cum. And don’t forget—you’ll be looking at her the entire time you do this.”

I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me off the bench and down onto the floor. I slid my skirt up around my hips, exposing my bare, soaked pussy. I rolled up my T-shirt and exposed my breasts with their rock-hard nipples. I felt cheap and whorish—naked on a dirty barroom floor. And the fact that she was watching me, about to suck her boyfriend was almost more than I could stand.

I saw her hand reach over and unzip his jeans. She reached in and pulled out his hard cock and held it out towards my face. “Suck it!” he barked at me. She continued to hold it at the base as I leaned forward to take his cock between my lips.

It was what I’d needed for so long. To feel a cock—any cock in my mouth. My fingers danced on my clit as she shoved his cock down my throat. It was large—probably 8 inches long and several inches around. I took it all, because I needed to feel it all.

I rubbed my nipples against his knee as I bobbed on his cock. I opened my eyes and saw the woman staring at me, eyes wide. The man was leaning back, eyes closed, against the bench. She still held his cock as I worked on it. “Is that good baby?” I heard her ask him. “Is she doing it right?” All I heard from him was a grunt. I wanted him to cum—I wanted her to see him cum all over me.

I felt his hand on my head, moving it faster back and forth. I sucked harder and faster bursa merkez escort bayan as I felt him swell in my mouth. My fingers plunged sloppily in and out of my wet hole in anticipation of being showered with his hot cum while this woman watched.

The pace quickened as he literally fucked my face. I heard the woman whispering “Yes, yes,” as I worked furiously on his rock-hard rod. I needed that cum. I had to have it.

I felt his legs tensing, and heard him growl “here it comes!” The woman whipped the cock away from my mouth, and before I knew it, aimed it right at my face, covering me with his hot, explosive load. I buried my fingers inside myself as I came along with him, enjoying the feeling of a stranger’s cum coating my face, neck and tits.

She held his cock like a hose, spraying me with more and more of his cum. It dripped from my chin, onto my heaving chest. As my orgasm subsided, my hands went to my tits to spread the cum all over my chest. The hot stickiness felt wonderful! I was lost for a moment in my own desire.

I snapped back to reality when I felt his hand grab my hair and pull me towards his cock. “Clean me up,” He barked. I took his limp cock between my lips and removed all traces of his sweet cum. She then yanked his cock away and placed it back in his jeans for him.

There I was—kneeling under a barroom table, exposed, and covered in cum. I felt deliciously nasty and dirty, and fulfilled. I didn’t care who saw me, and I’m sure many people did. Everyone in the bar knows what goes on in that back booth.

I felt her finger on my cheek, swirling around some of the sweet stickiness. “Thank you,” she whispered as she licked the tip of her finger. “That was just the way I like it.” “Move back a minute,” he said to me. And as I slid back across the floor, they slid out of the booth and walked towards the back door.

I pulled my knees from the cum-crusted floor as I slid down my skirt. I used my T-shirt to dab at my face, leaving much of the cum exactly where it was. I rolled the T-shirt across my chest, sliding it down over sticky breasts.

When I sat back up on the booth seat, I noticed a $20 on the table. I was so proud! I had earned more whore money. More cash that I would never, ever spend.

I slid out across the booth, and walked slowly past the pool tables, and past the bar towards the front door. I know I was being stared at, and I hope they watched what I did in that booth. Perhaps they’ll be the lucky ones the next time I visit the bar.

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WARNING: This is a dark story featuring cheating, humiliation, and betrayal of people who probably don’t deserve it.

It also features descriptions of extreme body types that may not appeal to the average reader.

If these things do not appeal to you, I suggest you look elsewhere.

And remember: this is just a fantasy. Treat the people in your life with love and respect.

—————————

In my late twenties I ended up going back to school – my wife had convinced me that an art degree wasn’t going to make us money, so I had enrolled in a local college for a Computer Science degree. To help pay the bills, I got a job at hotel in our city. It was actually a pretty cushy job – it was an extravagant place, the kind of place I could never afford – so I got paid pretty well and all I generally had to do was check in guests and do my best to not make them angry.

On my second month there, a few weeks before classes started up, my coworker Pete sidled up to me behind the front desk.

“Hey Dan,” he said, sort of conspiratorially. “Guess who’s coming to stay at our wonderful hotel the next couple weeks?”

I shrugged. “Who?”

“Alexis Baddie,” he responded, matter-of-factly.

I shrugged again. “Am I supposed to know who that is?”

Pete laughed. “I forgot you were married, man. Do yourself a favor and look her up.”

“Uh, sure,” I answered, as he walked away.

I figured I should at least figure out who Alexis Baddie was – we had to be very mindful of celebrity guests at the hotel, lest they cause us any trouble. I didn’t have time yet to peruse the internet, though, so I sent a quick text to Lisa, my wife.

“Hey – who is ‘Alexis Baddie?'” I typed.

She responded pretty quickly. “LOL she’s one of those Instagram ladies. You know, Kim Kardashian type, half-plastic, half-facetuned.”

A few minutes later, she sent another text. “Wait why do you ask? You getting the hots for another lady? ;)”

When I had a second, I responded. “Haha, no, she’s coming to stay at the hotel. don’t have time to look her up. she doesn’t quite sound like my type.”

“OMG,” she wrote in reply. “I think she’s getting her own reality show soon. Look at you rubbing elbows with celebs. Even if they are just plastic bimbos.”

I smiled at her text, and put my phone in my pocket, forgetting about the conversation as I got inundated with guests.

—-

A few hours later I had my mandatory break. When I opened my phone, I saw the texts from my wife and I remembered Alexis Whats-her-face was supposed to check in later.

I googled her name, and her Instagram was the first link, along with some news articles about her rising success as an “influencer” (a what?) and her newly announced TV deal. I clicked her Instagram and… honestly, I was underwhelmed.

She was beautiful, no doubt – or, at least, someone’s generic definition of beautiful. Her face definitely looked like Kim Kardashian’s – or someone with completely different bone structure trying to look like her. Her images were so heavily modified – I guess that’s what Lisa had meant by “facetuned” – that it was impossible to tell what she actually looked like.

Her body was… something else. She had giant breasts, though it was hard to tell how big as it seemed to vary image by image – another side effect of the heavy facetuning, most likely. Her waist was almost nonexistent, just a smooth curve connecting her rib-cage and hips. Speaking of her hips – they were absurd, easily twice the size of her upper body, giving her an extremely exaggerated hourglass figure.

Her feed was mostly selfies and incomprehensible inspirational quotes. Dan shrugged to himself and closed the app. When had that bottom-heavy, super-curvy look become so popular? When he was growing up, people knew what real beauty looked like: skinny. Like Lisa.

Lisa was his dream girl – smart, funny, outgoing, and a smoking hottie to boot. She looked like that girl from the OC – a show from when he was a teenager – thin and fit, with a classic beauty.

He scrolled back to his text messages and sent another to his wife. “LOL I just looked up Ms. Baddie – is she anyone’s type??”

She responded, “lol I’m sure there’s some weirdos out there, but you know what a real woman looks like ;)”

—-

That evening, towards the end of my shift, Ms. Alexis Baddie finally arrived. At first, I wasn’t sure what was happening – suddenly a group of garishly-dressed people sauntered into the lobby like they were hot shit. There were a few women who, honestly, not to be rude, looked like street walkers, and they were flanked by a couple burly men in sunglasses, who seemed to be scanning the room.

The group stopped in the middle of the lobby, making a ton of noise – shouting, laughing. One of the sunglasses-men came to the desk.

“We’re checking in Alexis Baddie’s group,” he stated.

“Oh,” I responded, dumbly, and looked over to the group. As I did, one of the women moved to the side, and I finally saw her.

And bursa eskort honestly, I was horrified. She looked nothing like her pictures on Instagram – or rather, she looked like someone who had used every type of plastic surgery to make herself look like her Instagram pictures.

Her face looked like it had been injected with every known substance to fill out her cheeks and soften her jawline and – just change the entire shape, really. She had definitely had a nose job, and as her friends laughed and hollered around her, she stood impassively chewing gum. Her swollen, bee-stung lips barely moved as she did so. I had no idea what her original face could have even looked like.

But that wasn’t even the most shocking thing. It was her entire body. If her pictures made it look like she had the perfect exaggerated hourglass, her actual body looked like a broken one. Or an hourglass made by someone who had never seen one before.

She had sort of broad shoulders, and I figured she was probably originally apple-shaped, but whoever did her surgeries tried to give her more of an hourglass pear-shape by widening out her hips to an unfathomable degree. And her waist, which had been a smooth curve in her images, was actually rather straight and broad. As a result, her waist connected to her hips in the most unnatural way: a straight line down that then, at almost a 90 degree angle, jutted out into an exaggerated, surgery-enhanced orb.

And that wasn’t even mentioning her breasts – if they could even be called that any more. They were clearly fake – the thin crop-top she was wearing made it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and yet they stood unnaturally perky, shaped like two watermelons bolted to someone’s chest.

She had long straightened and dyed black hair that reached down to her lower back. Even her hair looked unnatural, and it was impossible to tell what it used to be.

Her eyes were incredibly bloodshot, which didn’t surprise me as the thick aroma of marijuana had wafted in with the group. As I gawked, I realized she had noticed me, and was now looking in my direction. Chewing her gum without ever fully closing her mouth, she winked at me – and even that small gesture looked fake.

“Sir? Sir!” The sunglasses-man snapped me out of my trance by tugging gently on my sleeve.

I looked back at him, and saw a slight smile. “She has that effect on people. Now, please, can you get us checked in?”

I nodded, and got everything set up. I handed them the keycards to their rooms – a set of various absurdly expensive suites – and watched as he went back to the group.

Across the room, I caught my co-worker Pete’s eyes. We looked at each other incredulously. Pete shook his head, eyes wide. I answered with a shrug.

And then I saw Ms. Alexis Baddie turn around, and head towards the elevators with her entourage. I never could have expected the sheer size of the ass on that woman as she walked away from me. It should come as no surprise that it looked fake – beyond fake. It looked like she had just stuffed two basketballs into her overstretched yoga pants. Or… maybe beach balls.

I shook my head in disgust, and looked back at Pete. He, too, was gawking as the freakishly huge butt leaving the room, his face beet red.

You sure do see some weird shit working at this place.

—-

I had about an hour left in my shift when one of the sunglasses-men came back to the front desk. He looked at my coworker before he saw me, and walked in my direction.

“Ms. Per-” he cut himself off and cleared his throat. “Ms. BADDIE is requesting your services in her suite.”

I was confused. “Oh,” I responded. “Well, if she needs room service or a maid-“

He cut me off, holding up his hand. He had that slight smile again. “No, she is requesting your services in her suite. She will be… unhappy if you can not accommodate.”

I looked to my manager, who was at the other end of the desk. Though busy, she motioned me to follow him up to the room.

Annoyed and a little anxious, I obliged. The elevator ride was awkward, and long – her room was near the top and it was a tall building.

I tried probing for answers, asking, “Soooo… what does she need help with?” But the sunglasses-man didn’t respond.

As we reached the correct floor, we turned towards her door. The other sunglasses-man was waiting stoically outside, and the one that had been escorting me joined him, motioning me into the room.

I slowly opened the door, and was immediately blown away with the view. I had never been up here in these rooms, and the windows showed a gorgeous cityscape at night. Just being in the room made me feel more important.

“Uh… Ms. Baddie? Can I help you?” I called, walking out into the living room space of the suite. I didn’t hear a response, but I could hear the thumping bass of some rap music coming from the bedroom. I walked slowly towards it, and peered in.

There, on the bed, was Alexis Baddie, on all fours – completely naked. Her ass was bursa escort bayan facing towards me, and she was gyrating in a strange way with the music. I think she was trying to twerk, but either she was awful at it or her obscene physique made it difficult.

Seeing her naked ass for the first time was… repulsive. It was massive – absolutely massive – and misshapen. It wasn’t at all like the smooth, tight little butt my wife had, and it wasn’t even like the few fatter butts I’d seen. Each cheek was bulbous and the curves were not gentle or smooth, but harsh and unnatural. You could tell it was man-made, and not just from the thick, poorly healed surgical scars where her ass met her legs.

Her hips didn’t taper naturally into her thighs at all – instead, it looked like two peas wiggling atop a pair of chopsticks.

She looked over her shoulder back at me, and she winked again. Suddenly it hit me – I hadn’t walked in on something here – she was doing this for me. To seduce me?

I stumbled back out of the room, past the two sunglasses-men. I avoided eye contact, but I could hear them snickering behind me.

I rode the elevator back to the lobby, and back behind the counter. My manager, now free, looked over at me.

“Jesus,” she said, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Much worse,” I responded, making a horrified face at her.

She chuckled and went back to work.

—-

I was incredibly happy to end my shift and leave the hotel that night.

When I got home, my wife had just finished cooking dinner. We ate, and watched some tv. As we did, she cuddled up close to me, and started grabbing my crotch. Soon, she was taking my hand and leading me upstairs to the bedroom. As we climbed the stairs, I admired my wife’s ass – always my favorite feature. And as I watched that tiny, pert little butt sway, the obscene image of Alexis Baddie’s surgical beach ball ass popped into my head. I shook my head, and gave my wife a quick spank.

A few minutes later, she was on all fours in front of me. I was slamming my 8-inch dick as deep as I could inside of her, while she howled like a banshee.

“Babe! OH FUCK! Ba- Babe! You feel so – OH – SO good tonight!” She gasped between moans. “Yes! FUCK ME!”

I barely noticed, though. Instead, I was lost in the image of that thick, misshapen, gigantic ass I had seen wobbling in front of me earlier today.

Soon after, we collapsed, sweaty, back into bed. “Damn babe,” Lisa whispered, gently playing with my chest hair. “What came over you tonight? I mean, you’re always good, but you really put on the works this time.”

I smiled at her. “You’re just so damn sexy,” I answered – thoughts still on the absurd body of Alexis Baddie.

—-

My shift was earlier the next morning, and I showed up feeling groggy and confused. I had dreamt about women with bizarre body shapes and the feeling of pure pleasure as I was lost in them.

A few minutes after I got set up at the front desk, I saw Pete sheepishly try to hurry past me.

“Hey, man,” I called out. “Thought you were off today! Who you covering?”

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards me, trying not to look me in the eye. Our manager strolled over, and leaned on the desk next to me.

“Oh, Pete’s not filling in for anyone today” She said, in a coy tone.

Pete started to blush. I was confused. “What’s going on man, everything alright?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

“Pete here stayed with one of our guests last night, didn’t he?” Our manager teased.

“Oh.” I responded. “Oh! Who was it? Did a babe come in after I left, or…” I trailed off as I saw the embarrassed look on his face.

It was Alexis Baddie. “You slept with Alexis-” I blurted out before he cut me off.

“Yes! Yes, keep it down will you? I’m not proud of it,” he responded. “Okay, I’m not NOT proud of it,” he said as he regained a little composure.

“How was it, Petey?” our manager asked. “I don’t know why you guys go for those surgically-enhanced bimbos, but…”

Pete laughed. “It was honestly… amazing. I have no idea if she was good in bed, but it was like living a porno…” he answered, before clearing his throat and remembering he was talking to his boss.

She nudged him on the shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, Petey. Everyone’s got a story like that if you work in a hotel long enough. Don’t be shy.”

Pete looked at her skeptically, then continued. “Well, listen, I may not go for… ‘surgically enhanced bimbos’ or whatever normally, but goddamn is it hot being with someone who has built their own body entirely for sex.”

“That is pretty hot…” the manager responded, then laughed.

“But like… what happened?” I asked. “How did you… is she nice?”

Pete almost burst out laughing. “Nice? I don’t know, man, I don’t think there’s enough going on upstairs for her to really be much of anything, if you catch my drift. And how did it happen? I know for a fact she called you up there görükle escort before me – don’t pretend like she didn’t.”

Our manager nodded, barely containing her laughter. “Looks like you missed out Danny. How’s it feel being someone’s second choice, Pete?” She asked.

He shrugged. “I’ll be someone’s fifty-third choice if it means I get to fu- if I get to do what I did last night. Anyways, I gotta get home and clean up. Hey uh, don’t mention this around my girlfriend, okay?”

With that, he left. My manager shook her head again and got back to work. I had honestly forgotten he even had a girlfriend.

—-

I couldn’t focus the rest of the day. I kept thinking of the jiggling monstrosity from yesterday, when I went up to Alexis’s room. Pete was a jokester, sure, but he was a respectable guy. He had always seemed to really love his nice, quiet, bookish girlfriend. But he had still fucked Alexis Baddie when given the chance. Was it really that worth it?

My heart actually skipped a beat when she left the elevator into the lobby later that morning. I watched her walk past – first, watching her fake boobs completely fail to bounce or jiggle as she moved, and then the two beach balls in her leggings as she left the hotel with some of her entourage. She still reeked of weed and I wondered how she had found the time to have already smoked that much today.

She didn’t look my way at all as she left the hotel, and weirdly… I felt disappointed. I realized it had made me feel genuine pride that I was her first choice at the hotel. This was someone famous, and she wanted to sleep with me!

Then I remembered that horrifying plastic mess she called her body – or maybe it wasn’t horrifying? What had Pete said? “She built her own body solely for sex,” or something like that. That was pretty sexy…

I did my best to snap out of it, and towards the end of my shift I was able to calm down a bit and focus on my work.

And then she walked back in. She had what seemed like a million bags from various designer boutiques throughout the city, and a couple of the sunglasses-men carried more. I had no idea how she could afford that – I mean, I knew she had a tv deal but there’s no way they gave her that much in advance.

I watched her strut to the elevators, admiring the sway in her plastic ass. When she got to them, she carelessly handed her bags to the sunglasses-men and strutted back over… right to me.

She stood in front of me for a few seconds, just looking at me, chewing away at her bubblegum. Her eyes looked so vacant, but it was hard to tell if that was just because they were so glassy and bloodshot.

“Uh… hi,” I managed to mumble.

“Hey,” she responded. A weird charge hung in the air between us despite neither of us having said anything substantial.

She kept smacking away at her gum. Normally I couldn’t stand when someone chewed loudly, but there was something driving me crazy about this. Crazy in a good way.

I looked at her botoxed face, and before I could even think about what I was saying, I blurted out “My shift is over in five minutes… do you want to… hang out? Afterwards?”

She kept chewing. Her face didn’t shift or react at all. “Yeah. Cool,” she finally responded. She gave me another wink and sauntered over to a couch set up by the elevators, and made a show of bending over to sit down in it. She waved away the sunglasses-men. I guess she was waiting for my shift to end.

The last five minutes of work passed by unbearably slowly – and when they finally ended, I saw a text from my wife. I didn’t even read it before I send my own text back. “Hey babe sorry going out with the boys for a bit”

I shoved the phone back in my pocket and didn’t think twice about the lie I had just sent to my wife. The wife I was… pretty sure I loved.

“Hey daddy,” Alexis said, as I walked towards her. I blushed and looked around to make sure no one had heard. She held out her hand so I could help her off the couch.

We immediately went to the elevators and back up to her room. I don’t think it even occurred to me that we would go anywhere else. As we walked through the hallways, my eyes were glued to her massive fake ass. With every shift and jiggle and sway I realized what a work of art it was, and how boring the average butt is in comparison. Had I really turned this down last night?

We were only about two steps into her room, the door barely closed, when Alexis bent down and peeled off her skin-tight leggings. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack right there. This was unfamiliar territory for me – I had never even had a one night stand, and this lady was stripping down when we’d only said about four words to each other.

As her leggings slid off, I realized beneath it she was wearing a lacy thong. Well, I think it was a thong – but I suppose almost anything would be, between those massive, misshapen cheeks. I had always figured that fancy lingerie was uncomfortable to wear all day, but she’d been out for hours in it.

She turned around and pulled off her crop top, immediately revealing her fake tits. They stood firm and spherical with no support. Her nipples were slightly too high on the breasts, and, given how much they had to have been enlarged, they somewhat pointed away from each other.

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Debbie was up and in the kitchen quietly making breakfast, brewing coffee and packing herself a lunch when Ashley’s bedroom door opened, its hinges squeaking as it swung fully open. Whispers and a giggle announced the girls’ arrival before they came around the corner.

Ashley was in a long sleep shirt, one that had once belonged to her father. Her hair was a mess, extra unruly from sleeping on the fancy up-do from the night before. She blushed when she saw Debbie, but left JJ’s side to give her mom a hug. “Morning mom.”

Debbie squeezed her daughter, “Morning sweetie. I didn’t wake you, did I? I was trying to be quiet and let you two sleep in.”

That comment had Ashley’s cheeks turning a darker shade of pink and glancing furtively at JJ.

“No, we were already awake. Someone forgot to take bobby pins out of her hair and they ended up all over the pillows. Not the most comfortable thing to sleep on.” JJ spoke up, wearing a grey wife beater and plaid pair of boxers. She came and gave Debbie a morning hug when the older woman waved her in.

“Well in that case, help yourselves to some coffee. You’ll have to fend for yourselves for breakfast. I need to keep moving or I’ll be late for work.” Debbie continued to pack her lunch while Ashley and JJ decided between cereal or eggs and toast.

It was more fun than she’d ever admit, listening to the younger women. Debbie wanted to smile when JJ won Ashley over by suggesting she make the eggs so Ashley could enjoy her coffee while on toast duty. Not only were they willing to compromise with each other, they already had a rhythm to how they moved together in the kitchen. And she knew for a fact that they had a good rhythm elsewhere. Debbie would never share this with either girl, but she’d heard more of their activity last night than they would have wanted. Going to bed early had been her plan, since she did have to be in to work earlier than usual. However, that didn’t mean she’d been able to fall asleep. Debbie had read a book for almost two hours before she finally fell asleep and in that time, got up to refill her bedside water. Passing Ashley’s bedroom she’d heard enough to know what had, finally, occurred.

Part of her was elated that Ashley had found someone who loved her and whom she loved in return. That her daughter’s partner was devoted to her entire well-being, and took care to ensure that at all times. Another part of her wanted to weep. Her daughter, her only baby was beginning to grow away from her in a permanent way. The way she looked at JJ made that very clear. Debbie sighed quietly and zipped her lunch bag. There was another, smaller part of her that ached with longing. She wanted what Ashley was discovering. Well, she really just wanted John back, with all the love of their marriage full and alive. Seeing the girls happy and in love brought the ache to the fore, made it more obvious what was missing in her own life.

“Alright ladies, I’m off to another day full of flowers, helping people brighten their days.one garden at a time. JJ, would you mind walking me out?” Debbie kissed Ashley on the head, her purse and lunch bag already on her shoulder.

“Sure. Let me just…” JJ bit her lip and tipped the hot skillet to slide a fully cooked egg onto a piece of buttered toast. “Perfect. Go ahead and eat while it’s hot, Ashie.” JJ slid the plate back to the blonde and followed Debbie out the front door barefoot.

Debra unlocked her small red truck and set her bags on the front seat before turning to JJ. She stared at the younger girl, mentally organizing her words. It took her long enough that JJ was getting nervous, her shoulders tightening the way they always did when she was a girl.

“Fifteen years ago I stopped a group of boys from bullying someone weaker than them. I was simply trying to be a good parent, be a good adult and stop a fight that should never have happened. I expected I’d bandage you up and send you on your way, never to see you again. Imagine my surprise when you not only came back to play with Ashley, but bonded with her and became friends. Best friends, even.” Debra sighed and leaned against the open car door. “I know things have not been easy for you JJ. I should have stepped in again and done something more than worry about the rumors. It broke my heart to find out why you ran away, and I am so sorry.”

JJ swallowed and shuffled her feet, looking down. “Ashley wanted me to tell you and Mr. Turner that night. I was too afraid to stay. And, honestly, you did everything you could have.” JJ looked back up, stepping closer to Debbie and taking her hand for a second. “You and Mr. Turner gave me four years of amazing memories. You cared for me like I was your own daughter and that outweighs anything you might have tried to do. Not to mention, Ashley has pretty much always had my heart. I left it here, with her, all those years ago and only recently stopped pretending otherwise. If anything, I should say thank you for loving me when I needed it and for raising bursa escort your daughter to be as accepting and loving as you.”

Debbie patted JJ’s hand and smiled. “You’ve grown into an amazing young woman, JJ. I can’t take credit for that, but I’m so glad that fight broke out in my front yard and not someone else’s. That day was the start of something important and I am beyond happy to see you and Ashley together. I could search the world over and never find another person who I’d trust with my daughter. I don’t even feel the need to warn you to take care of her. I already know you will.”

JJ let Debbie pull her into a tight hug, then watched the older woman climb into her truck, waving when she backed out and drove off.

JJ walked back into the house, shutting and locking the front door behind herself.

“What was that about?” Ashley asked, peeking out the front window, coffee in hand. JJ scratched her head, ruffling her hair. “I think I just got the parental seal of approval. Or re-got. Since apparently I’ve had it for years and had no idea.”

Ashley giggled and gave JJ a side hug, warm mug held at a safe distance. “I was worried she’d give you that whole, ‘respect my daughter or say hello to my shotgun’ speech.”

“Your mother owns a shotgun?” JJ sounded genuinely worried.

“Not to my knowledge. She didn’t before my last semester of college, but I’ve been away for months, so who knows. Come eat. You’re going to need all the energy you can get.” Ashley beamed up at her girlfriend, her hand finding its way to JJ’s bottom and squeezing.

“Mmm. Yes ma’am.” JJ grinned back and stole a kiss before striding back to the stove.

The next two weeks flew by. Ashley started her part time summer job at the craft store. Her mornings were filled with shelf organization and customer support. Her afternoons were full of JJ. Every afternoon she went home, changed and either met JJ somewhere, drove to her house, or JJ was waiting to pick her up, that big black truck rumbling at the curb.

Hands down Ashley’s favorite was when JJ picked her up. There was something exciting about climbing into that big beast and kissing JJ, who always had a grin and a kiss for her. Sometimes JJ had plans, bowling or a movie, but they always ended up in bed. They didn’t always use the strap on, but Ashley was quickly starting to see what the appeal was.

It had really clicked when JJ had handed Ashley a dildo, one a little longer than they’d used before, and scooted herself away to the end of her bed. “Play with it. I’m just going to watch.”

After working past a surprise bout of shyness Ashley had begun to play with herself, slowly working her body down that familiar path to orgasm. Using the fake cock had felt weird and a bit unnatural, but Ashley loved being filled, loved the weight of a cock inside her, the way its movement in and out rubbed at nerves and sensitive tissue she’d never be able to reach otherwise.

Her fourth orgasm seemed to be JJ’s limit, the older girl no longer content to watch. JJ managed to wring a fifth orgasm out of Ashley that night, but only just. Ashley was still thinking of a way to get even with JJ for making her pass out completely after that last one.

***

All too soon June arrived. Ashley parked her car in her driveway and sprinted up the porch steps, already untucking her green work polo. It was the 3rd, the day Rebecca and Amy would be arriving for their two weeks of vacation in Sierra Falls. Plans for a group dinner had been made throughout the week and JJ was going to pick Ashley up for some time together beforehand. Unfortunately work ran late, a customer needing multiple questions answered and quite a few products from upper shelves. Now Ashley was running behind.

She tossed her shirt into her hamper as she entered her room, kicking off the required all black sneakers and shedding the tan chinos that made up her uniform.

A quick swipe of deodorant under her arms and Ashley spun to the closet. What to wear? JJ hadn’t said they were going out, but they were going to the dinner together. So something casual, but nice enough for Chili’s. Ashley picked out a black skirt with a ruffled hem and a white tank top, a pale lavender button down over the tank. She left a few buttons undone to show off the tank top. A pair of clean low top converse finished off the outfit.

Ashley was stuffing a purse with her keys, wallet, phone, and a half a pack of gum when a familiar rumble reached her ears. Her heart skipped and she couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face. JJ.

JJ watched the front door of the Turner house, her left leg bouncing in a nervous tick. She was excited to see everyone again, but decidedly anxious too. She was already feeling like her time with Ashley was getting crunched, even though they had a solid four hour window before dinner. Because of that harried feeling JJ was already wearing her strap on.

Quickies were something that they hadn’t tried bursa escort yet. They always took their time, teasing out the pleasure and easing into orgasms. JJ wasn’t sure they’d had sex anywhere but a bed yet. If Ashley was up for it that would change the minute she had the blonde over the threshold. JJ double checked her hair in the rear view mirror, her fade freshly touched up.

Ashley finally came out, locking the door behind her as always. “Oh that’s fucking perfect.” JJ muttered, when she saw Ashley was in a skirt. She shifted the truck into park and slid to the middle of the bench seat to greet her girlfriend.

Ashley opened the passenger door and bounded up into the truck, beaming. “Hey!”

“Hey.” JJ waited until Ashley had shut the door to pull the blonde to her. She tugged Ashley all the way into her lap and kissed her hungrily. Ashley responded eagerly, wiggling herself closer, her arms around JJ’s shoulders. JJ leaned back into the seat and, hands on Ashley’s hips, pulled the blonde against the bulge of her cock.

Ashley pulled back, her eyes wide. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Depends. What do you think it is?” JJ asked, grinding into Ashley, grinning.

Ashley moaned, glancing down at their laps, the back at JJ. She smiled, “I think it’s your cock, all big and hard for me.”

JJ groaned and squeezed Ashley’s ass, burying her face in the blonde’s shoulder. Ashley continued to surprise her with how eager she was, with how bold she was becoming.

“You are planning to fuck me with that, not just tease me?” Ashley whispered to the top of JJ’s head.

“When have I ever teased you with my cock?” JJ asked indignantly, her hands busy pulling up the back of Ashley’s skirt.

“Uh, the first time I ever saw it! You wouldn’t fuck me with this,” Ashley rocked herself against the ridge in JJ’s pants, “So I had to improvise. Remember that? Gave you a fantastic blowjob.” Ashley gasped when JJ tugged at her panties, pulling the waistband over her ass.

“You bet I remember. It makes me want to tease you some more and see if you always respond with a bj.” JJ dipped a finger into the wet folds of Ashley’s pussy.

Ashley whimpered and pressed into JJ’s finger. She held JJ’s head to her chest and begged, “Please don’t tease me with your big cock. Let me have it. Suck it and fuck it with my wet pussy. Please, JJ. I want to fuck your cock, then suck my juices off, clean you off before we fuck some more.

That got her a low growl and JJ pushing her off her lap and into the passenger seat.

“Fucking hell babe. We gotta go unless you wanna fuck right here.” JJ yanked her seatbelt on and glanced over to make sure Ashley had done the same before whipping the truck into gear.

JJ drove them out of the neighborhood and onto the main streets, forcing herself to focus on the road and not on the girl next to her.

Hands suddenly working at her belt and the snap of her jeans got JJ’s attention. “Baby that is not a good idea.”

Ashley didn’t stop working JJ’s zipper down, pulling her jeans open. “Why not?”

JJ exhaled roughly, braking for a red light just as Ashley pulled her cock free. “Because you are seriously testing my control.” JJ looked down when Ashley shifted, her head completely in JJ’s lap, bobbing up and down.

“Jesus.” JJ whispered, sweat forming on her forehead when Ashley’s actions put delicious pressure on her highly aroused sex. She accelerated when the light turned green, clenching the steering wheel.

They were halfway there when Ashley started adding noise. JJ did her best to ignore the slurping and soft sucking pops. The moaning was impossible to tone out though.

Brakes squealed when JJ parked in the driveway. She shut the truck off and, getting a fistful of blonde curls, pulled Ashley off her dripping cock. “Inside.” JJ panted, Ashley’s eyes half glazed over.

After a bit of wardrobe correction they made the walk from truck to front door in seconds. JJ managed to unlock the door without fumbling, Ashley pressed to her side and whining quietly.

The door was barely shut when JJ pushed Ashley into the wall immediately to the right of the door and pinned her there, belly to the wall. JJ ground her hips against the firm roundness of Ashley’s ass, the blonde’s hands held above their heads with JJ’s right hand. With her left, JJ released her cock again, still wet, and flipped up Ashley’s skirt. The panties stuck to Ashley for a second, who was arching her bottom back for JJ and making all kinds of noise, whimpering and whining.

JJ held her still with one hand, the tip of her cock catching at the slick opening of Ashley’s body for one breathless second before gliding inside. JJ didn’t stop until the dildo was fully buried, the longer length not causing any problems.

They both paused for a few heartbeats to savor the penetration. JJ pulled back and began thrusting into Ashley, her ignited passion and excitement eating away bursa eskort at her usual control and finesse. Ashley didn’t seem to mind, tipping her hips and pushing her ass back into the older girl. She was cooing and panting, trying to talk around the increasingly rough fucking.

“God, JJ…yes…ooh, yes…fuck my wet little pussy. Fuck it hard…Ah! Yes, like that, just like that…Oh! Ung. JJ! This feels amazing…fuck…so deep…hng…uh…you’re gonna make me cum, JJ. Ooh, don’t you dare stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ashley stamped a foot and threw her head back onto JJ’s shoulder as her entire body vibrated under the continued fucking and orgasm.

“Mmmm, that’s it, cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby.” JJ never slowed, but took Ashley’s surrender as a sign. She blew wayward curls out of her way and kissed the pale skin of Ashley’s neck. Her kisses ventured down to the exposed lines of Ashley’s collarbone, her tongue flicking at a sensitive spot. JJ raked her teeth over the skin, her fast pace starting to catch up with her. Sweat was trickling down her back and a ball of tension was building in her lower back.

Unable to free her hands, Ashley was forced to push back into JJ’s thrusts, her body still tingling and racing towards more pleasure. She leaned her head against the wall, JJ’s kisses now traveling over her shoulder. “I wanna cum on your big cock again. I’m so close too. Please, JJ.” she looked over at JJ as the other girl set teeth into Ashley’s shoulder, dark eyes meeting hers. JJ bit down hard enough to make Ashley gasp, leaving marks but not breaking skin.

JJ watched Ashley’s pupils expand and pulled back. Glancing down she could see the toy flashing wetly into view between them. She needed to cum too. “Cum with me, Ashie. I’m right there too.”

“Oh, please, don’t stop. Just a little bit more.” Ashley whimpered.

JJ didn’t have a little bit. She raised her left hand and let it drop sharply on the naked perfection of Ashley’s ass.

With a yelp turned moan, Ashley came with JJ, both of them trying to push more of the dildo inside Ashley, their bodies tense and trembling.

“Goddamn, JJ.” Ashley breathed, her racing heart echoing in her ears.

JJ chuckled breathlessly and brought Ashley’s hands down, her own guiding them to wrap around Ashley’s waist. “Goddamn yourself. You excite me too much sometimes.” JJ peeked between their bodies at the bright pink imprint of her hand on Ashley’s buttock.

“Geez, you don’t have to make it sound like a bad thing.” Ashley pouted and batted her eyes at JJ.

“I never said it was bad, just that-” JJ was interrupted by a muffled ringing from her back pocket. She pulled the device from her pocket and looked at the display. From the way Ashley stiffened, JJ knew she’d seen it too. Veronica’s name. JJ silenced the ringing and slipped the phone back in her pocket. “She can leave a message.”

Ashley shifted in JJ’s arms, her good mood dissipating. “Yeah.” She didn’t want to think about Veronica the ex-girlfriend and what she might be calling for. Ashley was distracted from her worries when JJ nudged the dildo just a smidge deeper.

“Think you’re up for round two?” JJ asked, her hands inside Ashley’s now unbuttoned blouse and cupping her breasts through the tank.

Ashley pushed JJ back and turned to face her, eyeing the wet cock bobbing from her unzipped jeans. “I sure am. The question is, are you?” Dropping to her knees Ashley did as she’d said in the truck and began licking her own juices off the robust cock.

Round two ended with Ashley on her back in the armchair, her legs dangling over JJ’s arms while JJ did her best to bury her cock deep and hard. Both girls were worn out after that and after a quick clean-up and smoke, snuggled on the couch to watch a movie.

Ashley had begun to doze through the movie, already having seen Harrison Ford avenge his murdered wife. Her phone ringing woke her, jerking her upright. JJ sat up too and watched Ashley dig through her purse and answer the phone.

“Hello? Brenda, yes, we will be there at six…under your name? Okay. Do you want us to snag the table or wait for the group if we arrive first? Gotcha. Okay, yes, see you in an hour. Bye!” Ashley ended the call and dropped the phone back into her bag. “Dinner’s at six at Chili’s. If we arrive first then we need to wait for most of the group, then take the reservation which is in Brenda’s name.”

“Okay. The movie should be over about the time we need to leave. Cuddle?” JJ laid back down, her arms open for Ashley.

Ashley crawled back into her warm spot and hummed happily. “Cuddle.” She pulled JJ’s arm around her and interlocked their fingers.

They pulled into the Chili’s parking lot ten minutes early. JJ parked but let the truck idle. “Anyone else here?”

Ashley peered at the other cars. “Rebecca and Amy will have a rental, but I recognize Sarah’s car and of course Brenda’s. Chloe might have caught a ride with any of them.” Ashley unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, pausing when JJ didn’t follow suit. “You’re coming, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Just a little nervous. Mind if I grab a smoke real quick first?” JJ pulled a single cigarette and a lighter out, shutting off the car and unbuckling.

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Amateur

My co-worker, Sally, and I had just finished running a training workshop in Miami for 75 nonprofit managers. We were working on pure adrenaline after four 18-hour days in a row, but happy as hell because it had gone so well. Our flight home wasn’t until the next day, so we went back to our hotel rooms and changed clothes for a night out to celebrate.

As we were waiting for the valet to bring the rental car back around, Sally said, “Jill, don’t turn around right now, but the guys at the bell stand are checking us out. I guess we don’t look too raggedy after all!” We were headed to a little jazz club down the street that had been the favorite hang-out for some of our workshop’s participants.

I casually glanced over my shoulder and caught one of the bell hops leering at my legs; I was wearing a short white linen skirt and sleeveless blouse. As flattered as I was, it reminded me that it had been a long time since I’d been unattached and away from home.

My boyfriend and I had broken up a few months before. After three years, we both knew we would never make it in the long-run. I had done my grieving and then lived a nun’s life spending all my time at the office to prepare the workshop. Sally and I had worked together for five years, climbing the corporate ladder and ending up managing our division. We had been teaching eight workshops a year together, always on the road, and Sally was the only one who ever got to indulge herself when we traveled.

She was a party girl, and good-looking. Her mother was Italian, and Sally had long black hair, a curvy figure, and olive skin. I had been living vicariously through her for years. She loved to kiss-and-tell, right down to the last spine-tingling detail, and I loved to listen. She was a little wilder than I had ever been, but I was ready to let loose that night.

“Sally, you know you look good in that little bitty dress, and that’s why you put it on. You look like you’ve got some serious plans for the night,” I said.

I couldn’t help but laugh as Sally shot me a mischievous look while we got into the car. “Yeah, I’ve got some serious plans,” she said. “I am seriously going to make sure that you’re the one with the story to tell tomorrow.” She started laughing like she knew something I didn’t, and I wondered for a second what I was getting into.

We headed down the street to the club. When we walked in, the band was playing classic jazz, but the percussionists were giving it a funky Latin treatment. Sally and I were looking around for a table when someone – a tall someone – stepped up behind me and slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me close into him. I stiffened and almost stepped away, but I recognized John’s voice when he leaned his head down and quietly said, “I’ve been wondering for years when I might get to spend an evening out with you. Is this my lucky night, Jill?”

John and I had known each other since I’d been at the company. He was a consultant we brought in to teach part of our workshops. We lived near each other, but we had only seen each other at planning meetings or conferences. He was a genuinely nice, handsome guy – he had a rugged look that I really grooved on – and I’d had a crush on him since I’d known him. I’d felt school-girl bashful about it, and had only flirted with him a little. I never had a clue that he might be serious about it.

Sally had told me that he and his wife had “an open relationship,” and that she knew his wife and knew that it wasn’t some kind of Lothario BS he used to get into other women’s beds. He’d never done any prowling at our workshops, but we’d heard stories now and then that had piqued our curiosity. John was more of a fun little fantasy than anything else; my ex-boyfriend and I had been monogamous, so I’d never pursued anything with him.

It took me about two seconds to decide. I leaned back into him and turned my face up to his, put on my best sly come-hither look, and said, “Actually, I think tonight is my lucky night. Good thing for you that I know how to share.” I figured it was now or never, so I got bold – bold for me, anyway. I stood up on my tiptoes and tongued the underside of his jawline where it met his neck, and I felt his cock instantly harden against my back. “Mmmm. What a nice surprise!” he whispered. “This oughtta be even more fun than I imagined!”

He took my hand and guided me over to his table against the wall, and he ordered a couple of double rum punches while I scanned the crowd for Sally. She gave me a big thumbs-up, and I could tell by the look on her face she and John had talked about this. No wonder she told me to change out of the blue jeans. The drinks arrived, and Ankara escort after a few more rounds and an hour of good music, feeling the heat coming off his body, him stroking my thigh ever so lightly under the table, I was so aroused that I could barely think.

“Is it OK if we head out of here?” I asked him. “I can’t take any more of this.”

“Whatever you want,” he said. “But we have to get Sally first; I promised her we wouldn’t leave without her.”

The short ride to our hotel seemed to take forever. Sally was sitting up front, and her victim of the evening, Adam, was driving. I had slid as close as possible to John in the back seat, and he had one arm over my shoulders, caressing the top of my chest, while his other hand rested in my lap. The entire trip back, he rubbed one finger from the top to the inside of my thigh along the hemline of my skirt. Every now and then he’d sweep it beneath my skirt and skim my panties. I was barely able to breath by the time he worked his other hand into my curly blond hair, slipped his finger under the edge of my panties, pulled my ear to his mouth and said, “Oh, this is going to be so good.”

With that, Sally turned around and smiled – not at me, but at John – and asked, “So, are you up to this? Jill’s been out of the saddle for a while.”

“You’d never know it from where I’m sitting,” John laughed. “And yes, I’m up to this. I’d been thinking about it long before you ever brought it up.” Then he lifted my hair and leaned over to kiss the nape of my neck, sending a shiver all the way down to my toes.

“OK, now I’m getting nervous,” I managed to say. “I usually like to be included when somebody plans my evening.”

Sally was staring into my eyes and grinning. She reached over the seat and put her hand on John’s, which rested on my shoulder. “It’s gonna be great,” she said. “I promise. You will have an incredible night.” Then her hand traveled to the front of my neck and down my chest and she cupped my breast, pinching my erect nipple. I was too surprised, and too turned on, to even gasp.

“Sally, I can’t wait to see this!” her date said. I had completely forgotten he was even in the car, and I got a twinge of nervousness at the idea of Adam watching whatever it was that was going on. Then John slipped his whole hand under my panties and slid his fingers up and down between my soaking wet lips, pulled his hand out, and pushed his fingers between Sally’s dark red lips. She sucked them clean and let out a little moan as John said, “There’s going to be plenty to see, and it looks like there’ll be plenty more where that came from, too.”

I was truly weak in the knees by the time we got to the hotel and through the lobby. I kept wondering if anybody could tell what was going on – it seemed like we had to be giving off some visible heat or aura or something. How could four people be so aroused and so excited (and so nervous, as far as I was concerned) without anybody noticing?

Sally and I ended up on one side of the elevator after a group of conventioneers got on after us and split our group. I was half-worried she was going to invite them along as well, but she restrained herself. Under my breath, I said to her “What have you gotten me into? Not that I don’t appreciate it, but what exactly should I expect?”

“That’s the beauty of it. I don’t know what John’s plan is, or even if he has one. I brought up that you’d split with you ex, and that you needed to get back into the swing of things, and he just said that he was the man for the job. He thought it would be extra fun if I joined you, so here I am. I must say, the thought of this has crossed my mind more than once in the last five years.”

The thought had crossed my mind, too, and I smiled back at her. But I didn’t get why she’d invited Adam along, and I told her so.

“Well, it’s the sadist in me. He needs that chip knocked off his shoulder, and I thought it would do him good to have to sit in a corner and watch all the action but not be able to join in,” she said with a giggle. “I also know you’re half-exhibitionist, so don’t bother to protest.”

Thankfully, it was a short walk from the elevator to Sally’s room; I was so wet that my essence was dripping slowly down the inside of my thighs. I was also going through some kind of withdrawal from John’s touch. As soon as we were off the elevator, I was beside him again. “I guess Sally was filling you in. You’re still here, so that must mean you’re OK with this. Any more questions?” he asked.

“Just one. How fast can we get the door unlocked?” Then suddenly it was, and we were inside, and it was John’s show. Sally Escort ankara got Adam squared away in his chair in the corner, then John asked her to find some good music. Meanwhile, John pulled the covers off the bed and threw them in the corner. “Come here, darlin’. You’re next,” he said.

I walked over and stood in front of him looking up into his eyes, wondering. I could see Adam out of the corner of my eye, and I knew Sally was behind me as the local jazz station came on the radio. He slipped one hand behind my neck and the other underneath my skirt, gripping my ass, and pulled me to him, kissing me softly at first – we actually hadn’t kissed yet – but then more urgently, his tongue licking my lips, encircling my tongue, sucking my tongue back into his mouth. My hands went up to his face, caressing his cheeks, tracing his jawline, his neck, then around his back, pulling him closer to me, feeling him grow harder and harder as I pushed my pelvis into his.

John pushed me back just a bit, kissed my neck, ran his tongue around my throat and then kissed the other side. He pushed my hair back from face, then his hands fell to my blouse, which he unbuttoned slowly. He slipped it off my shoulders, sliding my bra straps down at the same time. He reached into my bra and lifted out my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples, and said, “Sally, can you help me out a little here? There’s so much to see, and so much that needs attention…”

Then I heard Sally behind me just a second before I felt her hands undo my bra and slide it down my arms. John kept rubbing, pulling, pinching my nipples, stopping only to slip a finger into my panties, gather up as much moisture as he could, then spread it across my nipples. Sally’s hands were on my stomach, lightly running around to my back and unzipping my skirt, pulling it over my hips and letting it drop, then up the backs of my thighs and over my ass, over my back. Then John said, “Sally, you get out of those clothes and I’ll take care of these,” as he hooked his thumbs over the waist of my panties and pulled them over my ass and down my legs, kneeling in front of me to slip them over my pumps. I started to kick off my shoes, but he stopped me and said, “No no. I think I like those. What do you think?” and turned me around. I’d forgotten about the full-length mirrors on the closet doors across from the bed – you could see the whole room in them. John was standing behind me smiling, a little flushed, his hands on my hips, then grazing up to my breasts, back down to my thighs. Adam was watching intently, squirming. Sally had stripped down to her black thong undies and demi-bra, which barely contained her full breasts, and she was perched on the corner of the desk with a hungry look on her face. She’d left her pumps on, too.

Well, he was right. The pumps did add something. I was admiring my whole self in the mirror, and Adam’s reaction to me, when John stepped back and said, “Hey, it’s my turn now,” and pointed to his shirt.

I smiled and asked, “Are you the only one directing this evening?”

“I’m just here to make you happy,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

“Sally, how about you help John get naked, and I’ll just trade places with you and enjoy the moment,” I replied.

Sally stopped and kissed me as she walked past, reaching her hand down between my legs and tickling my clit while she tongued me deeply. She pulled away and turned to John, inserting her dripping-wet fingers into his mouth, and said, “That ought to hold you for a minute.” He stared into my eyes as he sucked my juice off her fingers, and after she pulled them out, he said, “God you taste good. I can’t wait to bury my face in you and lick you until you scream.”

I smiled at him and then turned around and hopped up onto the desk where Sally’d been. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then proceeded to his pants. As soon as she unzipped his fly, his cock sprang out of his shorts and she kneeled down to lick the pre-cum from its engorged head. I leaned back and pulled one foot up onto the desk-top, wide open to everybody’s view and my own hand. Adam couldn’t take it any more, and I heard his fly unzip and turned to see him pull his rock-hard dick out of his shorts and stroke it, making a low, deep moan. I was rubbing my clit as I watched John stroke Sally’s hair while she licked his balls and spread his pre-cum over the head of his cock, when he said, “Sally, we’ve got to do something about Jill. She’s the one having all the fun over there…”

“Your wish is my command!” Sally said, and gave his cock a parting lick.

John stepped around her and descended on me, Ankara escort bayan kissing me deep and hard as one hand lifted my dangling foot up onto the desk and his other hand found my pussy, slid past it and found my ass, slipping his forefinger in and nearly sending me into an orgasm as his thumb stretched up and circled my clit. I started to rock my hips into his hand and soon exploded, my vagina spasming on its emptiness, aching while I shuddered.

“Oh God please please please fuck me John, please,” I begged as I reached for his hips.

“Oh no. Not yet. I promised I’d lick you ’til you screamed, and I’m a man of my word,” He kissed me again, then kissed and licked his way down my body, nibbling my nipples, swirling my belly button, then diving into my pussy and burying his tongue in me, thrusting it as deeply as it would go. Sally appeared standing behind him, pushing my knees farther apart as he pulled my ass to the edge of the desk. She reached between her own legs and brought a load of her juice to my mouth with one hand while she massaged my breasts with the other. I came again as John began flicking my clit with his tongue, bucking into his face and moaning, then screaming as he didn’t back off and sucked and licked my clit as I came again.

He finally pulled away smiling, his face sopping wet. Sally bent over and licked his face clean while I tried to catch my breath, but by the time I could sit up, John picked me up off the desk, stood me on my feet, and turned me away from him toward the mirror. As he reached around and pulled my hair away from my face, Sally walked over to Adam, pushed him onto the floor, and then climbed onto him and buried his face in her snatch. He had cum all over his pants and shirt at some point, but he was already hard again and eagerly going to work on Sally.

John smiled at me in the mirror and asked, “Are you still ready for me to fuck you?”

I leaned forward and braced myself on the mirror, hiking my ass back into his cock, and said “Oh yes, please. Right here, just like this.”

I felt him guide his cock through the wetness between my lips and barely into me, then he took my hips in his hands, bracing me, and drove himself into me down to the hilt, hard and fast, his balls slinging forward and slapping into my clit. I groaned, completely out of control, and my knees almost buckled with the force of it and the image of him in the mirror behind me, his faced tilted back, eyes barely open, his mouth breathing out “Ohhhhhh yesssssssss” as he opened his eyes to stare into mine, pulling almost completely out and slamming into me again, and again, and again.

He was watching me closely, and I was barely able to keep my eyes open to watch him, but I saw him take one hand off my hip, lick his index and middle fingers, then trail them down my back to my ass, where they circled my hole until I started to cum again, and he drove both of his fingers into my ass as I came again and again, rocking back onto his cock and hand, my cunt gripping his cock repeatedly.

He pulled his fingers out but left his now throbbing cock in me, my juices flowing down both our legs, then he pulled my shoulders to him and guided me backwards as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs between mine. Sally had reappeared kneeling on the floor in front of us, her bra and thong gone and her nipples erect. Adam was sitting in the chair again, still clothed, stroking his erect shaft again as he watched Sally reach up to John’s legs as he spread them apart, causing my legs on the outside of his to stretch into a near-split. I thought I would break at first, but then my hips shifted forward, forcing John’s unrelieved cock even deeper into me, touching off another shuddering orgasm.

Then I started fucking him relentlessly, grinding my pubic bone down onto his, circling my hips with his cock buried as deeply as it would go. Sally reached up and took my breasts in her hands, pulling my nipples out until they burned, squeezing my breasts together and licking them. She bent down between our legs, licking my clit with just the barest tip of her tongue as I impaled myself on John’s cock, grinding on him. He reached around me and took one of my breasts in one hand while he guided my hips with the other, finding a rhythm for us. Sally slipped her hands under John’s legs as she licked me, tracing back to his balls, which she massaged with one hand while she slipped a finger between the cheeks of his ass, searching.

I could tell when she found what she was looking for; John couldn’t control himself any longer. He tensed, then moaned loudly, and pumped into me as hard as he could while pulling my hips down onto him. As soon as I felt him flood inside me, I came again, a long, shuddering orgasm that literally took my breath. I collapsed back into him, gasping. As we started to recover, he wrapped his arms around me, and started to hum.

“I’m back in the saddle again…”

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Summary: What started as a plan to eliminate her competition turns into a cat-astrophe…

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“Ivy, isn’t this far enough?”

I looked over my shoulder to give him a smile, holding my wand up above my head for light. “No, Kay, we just need to go a little bit further. It’s great, you’ll love it, it’s soooo romantic.”

Kay blushed a little bit, looking sheepishly down at his feet as he followed me, and I had to try really hard to stifle a laugh….he was just too pathetic! Still grinning, I lead us deeper into the depths of the academy’s basement, through cold stone tunnels and creaking wooden doors.

Rosewood Academy…it was an exclusive university for mages, the best school in the country. I, of course, had gotten in easy; my parents had donated money towards one of the dorms, and with my grades and talent getting accepted wasn’t much of a problem; batting my eyes during the interview probably didn’t hurt either. I was focused on my studies, even if most of the other morons here weren’t, and it wasn’t long before I was recognized as one of the best and brightest here. If everything kept going this well, by the end of next year I would graduate at the top of my class.

Well, at least until Kay showed up.

I shot another quick glance over my shoulder at him, taking in his features. He was very tall, just over 6 feet, but he wasn’t intimidating or bulky. His skin was like caramel, and his hair was the same dark brown as his eyes. As much as I hated to admit it, he was cute, even if I despised him.

Kay had transferred to Rosewood 6 months ago from a neighboring country. Despite being shy, he quickly impressed teachers with his skill at magic, performing complicated spells with relative ease. I tried talking to him soon after he transferred, and what I found out made my blood boil. He hadn’t practiced magic for more than a year before coming here! He wasn’t from any well-to-do family, he had gotten accepted after personally being chosen by the Headmaster while on tour…he was being hailed as some sort of prodigy! This awkward loser, a prodigy!? It was enough to make me sick! I was supposed to be the best student here, graduating with the highest of honors! I wasn’t about to play second fiddle to this idiot!

Talking to him let me figure out a couple other things as well. Kay was a total geek…an awkward loser who got nervous if a girl so much as breathed near him. And he seemed surprised that I was even talking to him…although who could blame him? I wasn’t just smart, I was beautiful, and I didn’t need ridiculously huge tits like some of the sluts here to get men staring. Once he started talking to me, seeing his face light up as I gave him attention, I knew getting his trust and getting him to come down here alone would be a snap.

Pulling myself from my thoughts, I shoved open a heavy wooden door, the room beyond nearly pitch black. “Well, here we are, Kay…you first.”

Kay stopped, peering into the dark. “W…what’s in there…? I mean…it’s…it’s kind of dark…c-can’t we just…you know….stay out here and talk, and stuff…? I mean, w-we can even just go back upstairs, I d-don’t want you to get in trouble for being down here…”

“Oh come on, Kay, grow up! Nobody is going to catch us down here, and who cares if the basements are off-limits to students? It means we’ll have privacy….now come on, come in….please…?” I fluttered my eyelids at him, giving him my best seductive pout…I thought he would faint right there, but after gulping and looking around nervously, Kay walked passed me into the dark room.

Brainless loser. I lowered my wand at him, blasting him from behind with a green bolt of light. Kay let out a cry, falling onto his stomach, yelping in surprise and pain. Finally allowing myself a small giggle, I waved my wand in front of me, lighting the many torches in the room, bathing the simple round room in orange light. Slamming the door securely behind me, I turned to gaze down at Kay. I bent down in front of the squirming boy, meeting his gaze as he looked up at me, his eyes wide and confused. “Ivy?! W..w-what’s happening?! What did you do!?”

I cut off his words with a slap, grinning at him. “I can’t get over how stupid you are, Kay. Did you seriously think I wanted to waste time with you? God, you’re such a loser, it makes my skin crawl being around you.” Seeing tears form in his eyes, I felt a surge of satisfaction, and my smile widened. “No, I think I’ve had enough of you here at Rosewood; you don’t fit here. I’ve got a good Ankara escort thing going as the smartest girl here, and I don’t want some stupid weirdo like you ruining everything for me. It’s a shame it had to come to this…” I gave him a pat on the cheek, then smiled and turned to leave, making sure to pause and rub dirt on robes.

Kay, seeing me stand, started to wiggle some more. “You can’t leave me here! W-what did I do?! Please, please, I’m sorry for whatever I did, just let me go!”

I paused, turning back to him. “No, Kay, I have to leave you here, but it’s only for a bit. I just need to grab the Headmaster and tell him that you dragged me down here to have your way with me, and that I barely got away.” I saw Kay’s eyes widen in anguish and fear, but I stopped him before he could reply. “And no, I don’t expect them to believe you. What would a good girl like me lie? At the very least, you’ll get your scholarship revoked for being down here in a restricted area, and you won’t be able to afford to go to school here any more. Either way works for me.

Kay closed his eyes, resting his head on the floor, shivering. “I…I t-thought you…thought you liked me…but…b-but you’d really do that…you’d do all that to me?”

“Of course I would, moron. That’s what you get for butting in where you aren’t wanted.” I sigh, looking down at him. “Anything else before I leave?”

Kay kept his face against the ground, and the motions of his back told me he was trying his hardest not to cry. “Please…c-could you flip me over…? I…I can’t move, and…and it hurts…”

“God, fine, you’re such a crybaby.” I walked back over to him, kicking him in the side to flip him over. I only had a moment to register the small smile on his face as he aimed his wand at me, clutched tight to his stomach, before being hit with a blinding white light. Then everything faded into black…

“Hey, wake up. Wake up!” I felt something nudge my stomach, and I let out a tired little moan. Then my eyes shot open as I remembered what happened. I saw Kay standing over me, his wand in hand. I tried to get up, but I was stuck on my back; he must have stunned me, and now I was in an embarrassing spread eagle pose on the ground at his feet. I pouted up at him, trying to get my thoughts together, but the only thing going through my head was anger. “Kay, what the fuck are you doing, you creep? Let me up!”

Kay smirked down at me, shaking his head sadly. “Ivy, you know, I really did like you. I was thinking you were a nice person, despite what other people had told me. But now I see that they were right; you’re a self-absorbed bitch.”

I felt my face flush with heat, and I glared daggers up at him. “Shut up!! Nobody talks to me like that! You’re beneath me, you piece of fucking tra-OWW!” Kay had bent down as I was talking and slapped my right cheek, stunning me into silence. It didn’t hurt too much, but it did sting, and nobody had EVER hit me before.

Kay stood back up to his feet, still wearing that infuriating smirk. “You see, if you had just been rude to me, that’s one thing. But are you seriously that messed up that you wanted me out of the school? You were willing to try and ruin my reputation to do it? That’s a huge mistake, and I think you’re about to find about how badly you messed up, Ivy.”

I looked around as he talked, and saw my wand across the floor, a few feet from my head. Aha! If only I could move my numb limbs, then I would be able to shut this loser up….I wiggled a bit, but didn’t accomplish much other than bringing my making my robes ride up a little.

Kay smiled down at me. “You know…when I first came here, a few people mentioned what a catty girl you are…and I guess now I see why. But I think I can make that term a bit more fitting.”

I started to feel a bit concerned; this guy was obviously a weirdo, and he was looking rather threatening. I opened my mouth to try and reason with him some more, but he held up his wand, silencing me. “Yes, I think I could make some definite improvements to you. I think you’d make an adorable kitten.

I stared up at him in shock, not believing what I was hearing. This guy was seriously a creep. “A..kitten…? What the hell are you talking about?! Let me go, you perv!!” I began to squirm harder, and Kay shook his head at me. “Oh, come on now, just stop struggling, you’ll look so cute when I’m done! Catgirls are adorable!”

“Catgirls….catgirls…?” I felt my confidence come back a little, and I sneered up at him. “Nobody here knows transformation magic, they don’t teach it. And what the hell is a catgirl anyways?”

He smiled wider, brandishing his wand at me. “Oh, but Ivy, I didn’t need to learn it here! I had already discovered a few…fun spells in my studies. And what are catgirls? I’m so glad you asked!” And with that, he waved his wand slightly, and a bolt of white light hit my body, tingling my skin so hard that it hurt. I let out a surprised Escort ankara yelp, trying desperately to squirm away from the uncomfortable light. My body felt…not itchy, but as if a cobweb had been draped over me, and it was maddening being unable to shake it off. I let out another cry, unable to take much more. “Ahhhhhhhhnnnngh!!! Stop it! Stop it, you fucking bastard!!!”

“Pipe down, Ivy, or you won’t hear your changes. Now…” The tingling in my head suddenly got much worse, and my ears itched furiously, nearly twitching with the need to be scratched…twitching…really twitching…wait, why were my ears twitching…?

Kay waved his wand, and suddenly the ceiling was a mirror, reflecting me on the floor. I looked up at myself in horror….or rather, at the fluffy cat ears that were now perking up off my head. They were covers in brown fur, and they were absolutely enormous. “W-what the fuck did yo-” All of a sudden, my words silenced, and I couldn’t make a single sound. I stared at Kay in wide-eyed terror as he finished waving his wand at me.

“Finally…I thought you would never shut up. Now, like I was saying, I’m glad you asked what a catgirl is. You see, catgirls have these huuuuuge ears…just like a cat, of course! They’re nice, soft, fluffy, and they just love to be scratched! They even make a bitch like you look cute!”

I started to feel another tingling, itching sensation, this one above my waist. I opened my mouth, trying to shout and curse at Kay as I felt something begin to push out form behind me.

Kay frowned down at me. “Hmmm…those robes are getting in the way of everything. Let’s fix that, Ivy.” With a wave of his wand, I was suddenly in my underwear, and my face erupted into furious embarrassment. My body wasn’t curvacious or anything like that, but I didn’t want this sicko seeing me in my bra and panties. But my embarrassment got worse as I saw the fluffy brown tail swaying against the ground. I could even feel it, poking out of my back, just above the hem of my panties. I squirmed in discomfort, pushing my hips up to try and take the pressure off…God, it felt sensitive…and not necessarily in a bad way, but it just felt like TOO much…

Kay grinned wider as he walked around me, clearly enjoying the show. “Yes, that’s right! They also have super cute tails. And the best part is how sensitive they are…kitties need to be good, or they’ll get a tug, and that can be too much for kittens to handle most times!”

I felt my arms and legs start to tingle, and I tried to buck harder, letting out a silent snarl at Kay. Fucking bastard, there was no way I was letting him get away with this! As soon as I got out of this spell, I would hit him right in the nose!

A laugh from Kay made me wiggle even harder. “Stupid catgirl…you’re getting way too excited, you’re going to hurt yourself! Well, it’s a good thing that catgirls have big useless paws instead of hands and feet; they’ll be perfect for playing with yarn, or whatever fun you’ll want to have. And you won’t be standing on just your hind legs anymore…cats don’t do that! I weakened them for you, so that you can’t hold yourself up unless you’re on all fours, just like a good kitten.”

I looked up at my reflection, seeing the fur sprout on my tingling hands as they spread into massive, ridiculous-looking paws. I flipped them over clumsily and even saw bright pink pads. My feet looked no better; my ankles had shifted backwards, and my feet were looked like thinner versions of my hands. A flash of fear went through me as I realized that not only would I be unable to walk on my legs, I would be unable to pick up my wand….hell, unable to open doors! I squirmed harder, feeling the numbness in my legs and arms start to wear off, even as I felt a strange tingling in my throat.

Kay grinned down me at me as he looked me over, backing away. “Well, kitten, that should be good enough for right now. Let’s give you back that voice and see how you like your new changes?” He waved his wand, and I let him have it with a tirade I had been building up.

“You fucking freak, mmmmmmmmmmeow, how could you do this to mmmmmmmmmmmeow!?!? Ahh…ahh..w-wait…” I felt my face heat up even more, and I looked up at Kay with frightened eyes. “Mmmmeow…?! Why am I mmmmmmeowing!?”

Kay laughed so hard that I thought he would fall over, that prick. “Well, good kitties love to meow! And hey, we don’t want you being a lazy cat, so let’s get you up so you can see how you like your new and improved body!” He nudged me with his foot, rolling me over, and I landed with a whimper on my new paws, pulling myself up to my feet. I looked over my shoulder at him and felt my big fluffy ears go back in anger. “You bastard, mmmmmmmmmmeow, change me back right mmmmmmmmmmmmmmeow!!!”

“Hahaha, why?” Kay grinned down at me, bending over to pat my head. On all fours, I barely came up to his waist, and I lowered my body, not wanting to be touched. Ankara escort bayan But then he started to scratch my ears, and oooooh God, a wave of pure bliss went through me. His fingers felt like warm lightning, and I felt my hips wiggle as I began to purr, rubbing the top of my head against his palm. Then he stopped with a chuckle, and as I realized what I was doing, my eyes shot wide open and I let out a started yelp. That was the last straw, I would kill him for this! “Goddammmmmeow pervert!” I cried out as I crawled next to him, leaping up as best as I could. I was able to reach his chest, and I batted him across the face with a big paw and spat at him hitting his cheek before he pushed me roughly to the ground.

Kay glared at me, wiping his face. “Wow, and I thought you were better behaved than that. I guess you really are a dumb animal…good thing I’m here to treat you proper discipline, eh?” He slipped out of his shoes and socks, kicking them into the corner. “Catslut, lick my feet.”

Immediately, my body sprang into motion, and I crawled to Kay’s feet, burying my face against them. “Mmmmmm!! Ahhhmmm, ahhhmmmnnnn!!!” I tried to shout at him in confusion, but I couldn’t stop my frantic licking, no matter how much I tried to pull myself away. I felt him lean down and pat my back, speaking gently to me. “Now, Ivy, a good catgirl is loyal and well-behaved. So whenever you hear your new name, Catslut (a shiver ran through me, but I licked even harder), you’ll have to do whatever that person says. To the best of your own ability, at least. Catslut, stop licking and get up on your hind legs for me!”

I looked up at him in horror as my body stared to move on it’s own again. “Mmmmmmm!! Mmmmeow! W-wait, Kay, I’m sorry, mmmmeow, please st-ooof!!!” I had tried to push myself up from all fours to my back paws, but I simply couldn’t support the weight, and tumbled forwards, landing on my chest with a whimper. Helplessly, I climbed back up to all fours and repeated the process, falling just like I had before. “S-stop it! Fix mmmmmmmeow!!! I d-don’t want to be a kitty, mmmmeow!!!”

Kay smiled that maddening smile again. “I’d love to, babe…if you begged me like a good catgirl. Catslut, you can stop trying to get on those adorable back paws of yours.”

I flopped down on the floor, panting with exhaustion. Then I gulped, looking back up at this boy who had turned me into a cartoonish freak. I would play nice, and then make this loser pay. “I…I’m sorry I was so mmmmmmmeow…m-mean to you…I was a mmmmeow, big bitch, and mmmmmeow, you didn’t deserve it, mmmmmmmmeow.” I cringed at all the cat noises I was making, but I soldiered on. “And…and, mmmmeow, you’re so good at mmmmmmmmmeowgic! You’re a really good mmmmmm…mmmmmmeow, mmmmmmmeowage! Better than me, mmmmeow!!”

Kay clapped his hands together, looking pleased. “Good girl! I’ll be happy to help you out with your problem.” He waved his wand at the ground in front of me, and a bowl of milk appeared, the word CATSLUT bright pink on the side of it. “Right after my classes are done, I mean. You just relax in the meantime, kitty, I’ll be back for you in a few hours.” And with that, he opened the door and shut it quickly behind me, slamming it loudly. With a cry I crawled up to it, pawing at it frantically, but it was a pull door and I simply couldn’t turn the knob with my paws. “MMMMMMMMM!!!! W-what the fuck are you mmmmmmmeow doing!? Let mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeow out!!!” I heard him laugh, then his footsteps fading away.

I got back on all fours, looking around the room. Great, I was stuck in the basement as a weird fetishy cat monster. I let out a couple pitiful little moans, but my determination couldn’t be kept down too long. I was smarter than Kay; he was just some creepy loser! I could beat him and get out of this! And that’s when I saw my discarded wand, lying on the floor in the corner.

“That moron, mmmmmmmeow…” I may have not been able to pick it up, but I began to paw at it, trying to get it between my two soft paws.

“Come on…come on, mmmmeow….almost…” I let myself feel a surge of pride in my superior abilities, right before a bolt of green light shot out of my wand, hitting me right between the eyes. I felt myself tumble back, and as I drifted into unconsciousness, my paws flailing in the air, I heard myself ask one thing before I was lost in darkness.

“Mmm…mmmmmmmeow…?”

– – –

“Oh wow…Ivy, wake up!”

I let out a small moan, feeling myself being dragged out of the nice, relaxing darkness…it was so warm here, surely whoever needed me could wait a few minu-

“Hey, Catslut, wake up!”

Instantly, I was wide awake, laying on my back on a cold stone floor. I opened my eyes, glaring up at the smirking mage standing above me. Damnit, so it wasn’t a dream…at least I was still in my underwear, so he hadn’t done anything to me while I was asleep. I looked to my right, seeing one big fluffy paw. I could feel my huge ears twitching at the sound of Kay’s voice, but something didn’t feel right…groaning a little, I shifted my weight around a bit to get my tail comfortable. When I did, I felt some weight jiggle on my chest, and I finally looked down to really gaze at my breasts, yelping in horror.

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Thursday 10:30PM

Kerry watched beads of sweat forming on Rob’s brow as he thrust on top of her. There was a raging fire inside her and she was very aware of the wet sounds coming from her. Then quickly Rob’s nails dug into her shoulder as he groaned, she could feel his cock twitching inside her and she cried out part in pain from her shoulder and part in pleasure.

Rob rolled off her and collapsed. Kerry lay still for a moment, legs still open the cool air flowing towards her pussy doing nothing to cool it. She looked down and saw his now softening cock slick with both her juice and his. Although a solid and thick thing the 5″ length often left her needing more. The empty space inside as always left her with a need to pee Kerry jumped up and heading for the bathroom.

Inside Kerry stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at her body. Her skin still tender from the excitement of sex. After 42 years and 2 kids she was aware that her younger self would be horrified by what she saw but she felt sexy and had not let herself go like some of her friends. Her hands went to her thick heavy breasts. 36e without a bra they sagged but still her best asset. Her nipples exploded as her hands went over them the left was still slick from where Rob had sucked on it.

Her hands moved down her size 14 frame over her belly which although showed signs children was still trim. Her hands moved down further her thick pubic hair slightly matted from the sex with Rob. The need for an orgasm was still strong and immediately Kerry squatted down and started to feel her lips. Rob’s cum started to ooze from her and drip on to the floor she rubbed it along her lips and over her clit. She slid her finger into her and her mind slipped back to Saturday night.

Previous Saturday 10:00PM

Kerry did not want to be here. She had been to a ladies night and seen male strippers before was not keen on repeating the experience, her friends were so raucous when drunk. After the standard drag comedian the lights dimmed and thumping music started. A man in a sailor’s uniform (why do they always look so cheesy?) he started to gyrate to the music removing his gloves. Kerry looked around at her friends and could see that they were howling drunkenly already.

The Stripper removed his G-string and despite Kerry’s dislike for this type of thing she could not help but look at his body. He was not what she liked in a man he was muscular but it looked more like he was breathing in to hide his fat, his cock was desirable about 7″ and looked heavy. Things took a turn when he jumped off the stage and started to move amongst the crowd. Some of the ladies started to reach out and touch him. Kerry Ankara escort looked shocked when someone opened their mouth and started to suck him.

Fortunately all his time was spent on the other side of the room and Kerry started to relaxing when the MC asked for a round of applause for the stripper.

The entertainment was not over as another stripper came on to the stage. This one was mixed race and very tall. His dark skin reflected in the spot light. This time there was no cheesy costume and he was dressed in a suit. Kerry’s friends roared approval as he started to dance and remove his clothes. He was very muscular and had clearly defined stomach. Despite her brain hating every second Kerry could feel a warmth developing deep in her stomach.

The stripper whipped off his g string and out bobbed the biggest cock Kerry had ever seen. It was almost erect and must have been 10″ long. Again the stripper jumped from the stage and started to move through the audience. Kerry’s friends got noisier as he strayed towards their table. Each time he came near though he stopped at another table. Eventually he came to their table. Immediately Debbie took hold of his cock and took it in her mouth. I looked intently at her features as her mouth stretched and eyes bulged as she tried to take him in.

He moved across the tables and each of her friends took hold of him and either rubbed or sucked him. He stood in front of Kerry and offered his cock. She covered her face with her hands embarrassed and scared by his size. He smiled a mischievous smile. Quickly he scooped his arms under her and started to carry her to the stage. She was aware that his arm had not scooped under her dress so that everyone was now looking up her skirt.

Once on the stage he laid Kerry down and started to gyrate above her. He sat astride her and started to move upwards. Eventually his cock was resting against her cheek. Kerry could not believe how big it looked and how hot it felt. He held it and pushed the tip against her lips. She could hear her friends egging her on. Slowly she pushed her tongue out and started to tease the tip. She could see some moisture forming at the eye and dipped her tongue in it. He smiled a wicked smile and asked her to suck it. Kerry almost without knowing began to open her mouth. He thrust it inside, it was so big her jaw hurt immediately as he thrust deeper. Kerry was worried that her gag reflex was going to make her throw up. She Could take Rob comfortably all the way in but just the tip of this man was uncomfortable.

Sensing this he withdrew and started to move back down her body. Before she could stop him he scooped her breast out of her dress and bra and started to suck her nipple. Kerry felt very exposed with nearly a 100 people watching and cheering Escort ankara this was a shocking position to be in. He moved again and this time pulled her knees up and spread her legs. Aware that half the audience was seeing her most private areas Kerry burned red with shame.

The stripper started to almost bounce up and down on the stage like a break dancer. Each time his head dived between her legs. After two times he was not even close to her so Kerry relaxed that it was just an act. On the third time though she felt his tongue hit her hole and move up rapidly past her clit. Each time after he found his range he licked her.

The stripper ceased the acrobatic oral and moved up between her legs Kerry gasped as she felt his cock rest against her pussy. He stayed still for a moment but then again started moving to the beat in an exaggerated way. Kerry covered her face in shame. Her brain was hating every moment but she was well aware of how wet she felt.

Each time he thrust down wards the tip of his cock pressed at her hole through her panties. She could feel herself opening more to him. With one big jump at the end of the song Kerry cried out as his cock seemed to have just pushed past her panties a little and enter her. With that it was over. He smiled and now all gentlemanly like helped her to her feet and led her back to the table. He whispered in her ear to come and see him after the show…

Thursday 10:40PM

The fingers on her left hand worked on Kerry’s pussy as she thought about that huge cock trying to violate her. She worked two fingers slowly inside and then gently she added a third. She let out a moan. It was the first time she had ever stretched herself like this and it felt good. She kept her hand steady and started to rock on her fingers. Her juice and Rob’s cum mixing to lubricate her nicely. She lifted her right hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple. Her pussy started to contract around her fingers as an orgasm gripped her. Rob’s cum squeezed from inside her and ran onto her hand as she moaned deeply.

Friday 11:00 AM

ROb and the kids were out shopping. Kerry sat mulling over the last week and the experience it had given her. She thought of the backstage invite the Stripper had given her and how she had ran away from the club the second the night was over.

Kerry opened her laptop and for the second time that week she browsed to the stripper website and looked at their photo. She bit her lip as she thought of him thrusting over her. In the years she had been with Rob she had never been unfaithful. Feeling guilty she began to close her laptop but then had another thought.

Kerry browsed to a site selling sex toys that had been advertising on tv. She started searching through what was offered and her eye Ankara escort bayan was caught by a large dildo, it was 10″, thick and had a suction base. Even better it was the same skin tone as the stripper. Quickly Kerry loaded her details and purchased. 3 to 5 days till delivery!

Thursday 9:15 AM

After two disappointing days watching the post lady walk past Kerry was confident today was the day. She packed the kids off to school and sat down and waited for the post lady. Her heart sank as again she walked past.

Thursday 9:30 AM

The knock on the door made Kerry jump. Through the glass door she could see the post lady holding a parcel. Her heart rate quickened and she got a thrill from the secret parcel and embarrassed that maybe the post lady might know where it was from. Quickly she signed for it and said thank you.

Thursday 9:45 AM

Kerry looked at the monster that was lying on her bed. What was she thinking? There was no way that was going to be fun. Feeling that she should at least try Kerry peeled off her leggings and sweater. Standing in her regular underwear she started to touch her body all the time looking down at the monster. Kerry stripped naked and picked up the dildo and touched it to her pussy. It gave her a little thrill.

Putting the dildo down she lay on the bed and started to masturbate. She held a nipple to her mouth and stroked her clit. Feeling her juice flow she began to feel more confident this would work. She stood up and carried the dildo to the door and pushed the suction cup onto the wardrobe door. She stood back and watched drooping off the door still bobbing from where she let it go. Getting down on hands and knees she reached behind her and positioned the dildo at her entrance.

Kerry pushed back against it. And felt a painful resistance as it bent behind her. She rested it against her hole and started to play. She imagined herself in this position on the stage with the stripper behind her and everyone watching. She leaned lower and her nipples dragged on the carpet sending a little thrill. Slowly she started pushing herself on to the dildo. She felt herself opening for it and the pain became intense. Her breathing was like she was hyperventilating or in labour.

Kerry rested she had never felt so full. Any movement caused discomfort but as she focused and relaxed she began to get used to it. Very slowly Kerry started to moved back and forth while in the doggy position. Her pussy was making intense wet sucking noises and her nipples dragging on the carpet selt thrill bolts through her.

Suddenly she started to feel an orgasm building and she was aware of the pushing sensation low in her stomach and pressure on her bowel. Suddenly her bum hit the wardrobe door and the knowledge that the whole 10″ was inside her began to send her over the edge. She screamed as the largest orgasm she ever experienced ripped through her.

Kerry collapsed on the floor aware of an empty feeling in her pussy that she had not felt before. She smiled with contentment at what the monster had done for her.

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I slip into the deserted canteen bathroom and lock myself in the last stall. I don’t think I have ever been as horny as I feel right at this very moment. I bang down the lid of the toilet and hike up my skirt before sitting down. A waft of my musky scent caresses my nose as I split open my legs, I can almost taste my desire lingering in the air. I reach down running my fingers through my dark pubes before slipping my index finger between my swollen pussy lips.

My vagina gobbles up the finger, eager for the intrusion. “I can’t remember if I have ever been this wet” I think as I easily slip in a second finger. I begin to rub myself slowly, curling my finger slightly up to brush against the top wall of my vagina. A soft wet squelching sound echoes off the cubicle walls. I yank my blouse up under my armpits freeing my sensitive breasts, my areolas puffy and nipples rock hard. I pinch my left nipple which sends a blaze of electric passion down to my pussy, my vagina constricting immediately squeezing my fingers together.

I start to picture Professor Saunders naked, he Casibom pendulous cock quivering between his legs as it hardens at the sight of my engorged pussy. His balls hung low, each the size of a juicy peach, swinging gently with each tremor.

I can feel the pressure building in my loins, slowly ratcheting my need for relief. I slide my free hand down and run a finger along my distended clit causing a deep moan to escape my lips. I can feel that I am on the crest, just about to pop over the edge and free fall into the liberation of an eye-popping orgasm when the bathroom door bangs open and a cluster of giddy voices thunder off the tiles of the bathroom.

“No, no, no, noooo” I whimper, biting my bottom lip as the chance of orgasmic relief ebbs away. The intruders carry on babbling about some inane relationship woes and I give my pussy a quick wipe before straightening my clothes and heading out the cubicle. I mutter my greetings to the group as I wash my hands and leave the bathroom even more frustrated.

The rest of the day is a blur. I force myself Casibom Giriş to focus on my studies, balling up my insistent libido and pushing it out my mind. I get back to the dorm feeling like I’d run a marathon. I fling open my dorm room door which slams up against the study table cause my water bottle to drop to floor, bounce once and proceed to roll under the bed.

“Fuuuuuck” I seethe through clenched teeth and toss my book bag into the corner. I get down on my knees and slip my arm under the bed to retrieve the bottle but my fingertips only graze the bottle sending even further under the be.

“Oh, come on!” I fume moving closer to the bed and sticking my head under the metal frame to get a little more reach.

I’d just about gotten a hand to the bottle when I hear a throat being cleared from the doorway. I shuffle backwards as quickly as possible losing a shoe in the process. I pause, take a deep breath willing my anger to wilt before turning around.

Carmen’s leaning in the doorway smirking with one shapely eyebrow raised. “I lost my water bottle under the bed” I blurt out feeling the warmth of embarrassment bloom on my cheeks. Carmen continues smirking and I feel her gaze travel over my body a few times.

“I wanted to check if you’re planning on coming over this evening? I’ve had the , er, jewelry in the whole day and have some interesting observations that you might want to hear?”

“S-s-sure” I manage stutter. “Give me a few minutes to straightening up and I’ll pop past”. My cheeks flame up even more and I can hardly look her direction.

“Alrighty” Carmen says. “Oh and not need to put on any panties when you come over, I like what I saw” she winks over she shoulder as she walks away.

I slowly close the door and thud my forehead into it. “My skirt was up while I was under the bed” I hiss to myself, the blood rushing out of my face. “Your little pussy was on display again you fucking tart”. I hammer my fist against the door a few times and take a deep breath to steady myself. More people have seen my pussy in one day than my entire life.

I stop.

“I like what I saw”. Carmen’s words echo in my head. Carmen likes what she saw. Carmen saw my pussy. Carmen likes my pussy! The realization hit me like a freight train. Carmen like MY pussy!

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While I was writing this, I realized there were a few things I wanted/needed to say beforehand, so hear me out. Trolls, I will delete your comments, so bear that in mind.

Disclaimer 1: Arthur’s Story is still being edited and reworked and is still planned, although there are two very different versions I’m currently working on. Part 2 will go out, but I really want to polish up part 1 first.

Disclaimer 2: This and a lot of my stories contain elements of cuckoldry and cheating. This is a fantasy and is in no way reflective of my real-life views on sex and romantic relationships.

Disclaimer 3: That said, I wanted to say here that I in no way mean to contribute to any male insecurity. It’s a big problem in our society that men equate their self-worth with their penis size, and I think it’s fucking depressing. “Does size matter” is probably one of the most common questions in our language, with puns about it appearing everywhere without a thought. The short answer is yes, it does matter, to certain people and only in the context of sex. We have evolved as a society beyond the point where sex is our only focus, so it’s important to not associate penis size with self-worth. You’re not more of a man for having a larger penis, and you’re not less of a man for having a smaller penis. What matters more to a surprising number of people is not the size of your penis, but finding somebody to share and understand the world with, to grow and mature with, etc. (at least in traditional, monogamous relationships). Moreover, different people like different things even when it comes to the size and shape of a penis.

Enjoy the story, but keep all that in mind while you read. This is a work of fiction, and does not relate to how I actually see the world, or to how I think you should see the world.

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Lily didn’t need sex- she was in perfect control of herself- but she was still very lonely.

Her husband Bill was an established programmer whose work sometimes took him around the country, and once even outside of it. This time, he was in Vegas showcasing something that Lily didn’t understand, but that was hugely important to him, and he was also collaborating with other programmers in the area. He was excited to work with them, but he had been gone a week and would be gone another.

Lily liked to think of herself as something other than a “trophy wife” – she really hated being objectified- but she fit the profile. She was a brunette, standing at about 5’8″, and had an hourglass figure and 36DD breasts. She also had a very large, round bottom. Her figure had always gotten her a lot of attention, but she had always remained faithful to her husband.

Lately though, she found she was constantly craving sex. It was a desire in her that had always remained dormant, and she wished Bill were here to experiment with her. Bill was not amazing in bed, but he used to have a wonderful way of communicating with her, and there was a point when she knew he would have been thrilled.

Bill had not been in touch lately though, and that worried Lily. She tried to remain calm and reasonable about it, but she just wanted him to be here and okay.

Lily lay naked on the sofa, masturbating her clit with one finger while she kneaded her breasts. She had put on one of Bill’s old porn DVDs and was watching it while she struggled to remain awake. It was late, she was bored and horny, and she figured pleasuring herself might help her fall asleep more easily.

Bill had always hidden the DVDs from her, and ordinarily, she felt disgusted by them, but in a turn of events that shocked even her, she was glad they were here.

In the film, a tall, burly man had seduced a petite redhead on a college campus, and now they were at his house, and she was feeling his crotch through the fabric of his jeans. Lily saw the large bulge in his pants, and thought of her neighbor Mike, who had a bulge that would have shamed the guy on screen. The girl smiled at the man in amazement, and slowly pulled his dick from within his jeans.

“It’s so big,” she said, then comparing the penis to several of her body parts, like her wrist, her arm, and her face. She took the penis in her mouth, and Lily wondered how she could accommodate it without breaking her jaw. She sucked it enthusiastically, and as the woman on screen slobbered on it and even deepthroated it, Lily became more tired. Her eyelids were heavy, and she fell asleep with the movie still playing loudly in the background, the sound of the girl gagging and choking echoing in her mind.

Suddenly, she was on Mike’s porch, knocking on his front door. She needed sugar, or flour, or something for baking, and she thought he might have some. It was a hot summer day, but the street was empty except for her.

He answered the door completely naked. He looked much more handsome than she remembered, but what struck her the most was his enormous penis. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen, in real life or porn.

“Well, hello,” Mike said, Casibom and smiled. Lily realized that she was naked too, and she wondered how she had forgotten her clothes. She found herself staring at his penis. She had read once that the largest penis ever on record belonged to a man named Jonah Falcon, whose penis was 13.5 inches, but Mike’s looked even bigger. The guys had often joked about it, and she had always thought it was funny before – comically oversized – but now, looking down at it, she wasn’t laughing.

He was fully erect, and his cock was thick and veiny. If it had been fully hanging down, it would have touched his knee. There was a small amount of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his penis. Lily couldn’t explain it, but it turned her on in a way that a penis never had.

Mike drew her back from her thoughts. “Touch it,” he said.

She hesitated. “But I’m married.”

“You can do whatever you want in a dream,” Mike said. “Nobody can say you’re cheating in your own mind. Besides that, look at your pussy. You’re soaking wet.”

He was right, even if she knew that she needed to be faithful to her husband. She had never really thought of another man besides her husband until recently. Still, she knelt down on the welcome mat and looked up at his enormous, hanging member. She reluctantly put a hand on it. It throbbed slightly as she touched it.

She stared up at Mike. “What do I do now,” she asked.

“Hubby really hasn’t taught you much, has he?”

“No,” she stated. “Normally, we just have sex with the lights off.”

“Put your other hand on it and stroke it.”

She gripped it lightly in both of her hands, though she couldn’t quite wrap her hand around it. She pulled down, gently moving the skin away from the head of his penis. He moaned slightly.

“Lick it,” he said, as she moved her hands on it somewhat more vigorously.

She pressed her tongue up to the head of his penis and caught a strand of pre-cum, then circled the tip. Without his instruction, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, then wrapped her lips around him. With it still in her mouth, she used her tongue to play with it and slowly guide it in.

Mike took a wad of her hair in his hand and pulled her forward on his dick. She moved her head back and forth on his engorged cock, as he moaned loudly. She didn’t think it was physically possible for her to fit the entire thing in her mouth, but she tried. She took most of it as Mike held her there for about ten seconds. He pulled her off, as she choked and gasped for air, strands of spit trailing from her lips to his penis.

“Having a little trouble,” Mike asked.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You’re just so big. I don’t think I can take you.”

“Bigger than hubby?”

She threw an amused expression at him, trying to state nonverbally how obvious the answer was.

“You know, I’m right next-door, if you ever want to take me on. I’ve seen you checking me out.”

She was a little turned off by his sudden desire to talk. She took him back in her mouth, only to wake up to the sound of the telephone ringing. She had stuffed her entire first in her mouth while she was asleep. She pulled it out and walked to the phone, looking at the kitchen clock and noting that she had only been asleep a couple hours.

“Hello,” she said groggily, as she picked up the phone.

“Whoa, you sound terrible,” Bill said. “Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Umm… I just wanted to call and say hello. It’s been a few days since we talked.”

“Okay,” she replied.

“So how are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

She paid more careful attention to the phone call, still not fully awake. Something in the background was very loud. She realized that there was music playing; she could hear the bass of a familiar melody.

“What’s going on? Where are you?”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Some co-programmers and I are just at a social gathering.”

“A social gathering? You mean like a party?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” There was a hint of guilt in his voice, as if he knew he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

She paused. “Bill, I’m sorry. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t picked up the phone in days. You don’t return my calls. And you call me at a party, of all things?”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been really busy. The programming takes up most of my days.”

Lily heard a woman’s voice in the background.

“Hang on just a second, okay,” Bill said to the woman. “Look, you knew I was going to be gone awhile. You don’t normally want to talk everyday when I’m on these trips – it doesn’t usually bother you.”

“Who were you just talking to?” Lily asked.

“Just you,” Bill said.

“No, just a minute ago. Who was that in the background?”

“Sorry, that was nobody. She’s just a girl I work with is all.”

Lily couldn’t hide her skepticism. “Uh-huh.”

“Look, I’m still committed to making this work. Casibom Giriş I just need to call you back in a second, okay?”

“Don’t bother.” Lily slammed down the phone.

Lily knew relationships were difficult, but she hadn’t thought it would be this hard when she married Bill. All of the married couples she had grown up around had always seemed so happy, by comparison. Lately, his trips had seemed more suspicious. She felt like she was being paranoid, but he rarely called anymore while he was away.

And then she thought back on the man she married, and how different this man seemed from who she had come to love and trust. She was starting to suspect that he might be cheating on her. After all, she clearly wasn’t as important to him as she used to be, and now he was talking with women without telling her, being intentionally vague. Had she even mentioned to the girl that he was talking to his wife? She couldn’t remember, but she didn’t think so.

More loud bass emanated from next door, and she could hear the sound of men’s laughter. It was very late, but the sounds appeared to be coming from Mike’s house.

The cold menu screen of her DVD player cast a blue shade over the dark room, as she thought of the DVD she had fallen asleep to, and of her dream. She wasn’t really going to do anything, she told herself, though incredibly horny now. She was just going to calmly tell them to keep the volume down a bit.

She tried to conceal the tired bags under her eyes and fixed her frizzy bedhead, doing her hair up in a ponytail. She put on some underwear that weren’t too seductive, but weren’t too conservative, a spaghetti strap tank top, and a pair of blue jeans. She left the house and approached Mike’s backyard fence, stopping in front of it and hesitating.

She wasn’t thinking clearly. The noise wasn’t a big deal; she could just put in earplugs and go back to sleep. Then in about a week, Mike would come home and everything would be okay. She told herself these were just temporary emotions and impulses, and that she should go back home before she did something she would regret. She started to turn away from the fence and return home when Mike’s friend Jake called out after her.

“Hey Lily, You can come in if you like! We won’t bite.”

Lily froze. She knew the rational course of action, and yet she hesitated. She lingered at the fence for a moment before deciding that she was being silly and unlatching the gate door.

The men all greeted her.

Jake lounged on a lawn chair under a decorative umbrella. Lily had always found him repulsive. He was a very large man who stuck his gut out proudly and typically made her feel uncomfortable with his sexual one-liners and objectifying statements toward women. He was balding and had a large brown beard.

Chad had spent most of his time away from work at the gym. She could see his six-pack, now that he was in a swimsuit. He was very fit, and by her definition, very masculine. He sat at a round lawn table, talking with Dave.

John was similarly built, but he was a fairly brawny black man. He had also been growing a goatee, while Chad could never grow facial hair. The two were gym buddies.

Alex was not particularly heavy, but not especially light either. He was very quiet. He swam in the pool with Mike.

Lily wondered how they made swim trunks big enough for Mike. She guessed it must be fine, as long as he didn’t get an erection, but she could still see the outline in his swimming trunks very prominently, even through the water and even while he was flaccid.

Now that she really looked, they all sported impressive bulges, even if none of them looked as big as Mike. She wondered why that was where her mind was going. She didn’t typically think like this.

She became aware that she had just been standing around awkwardly, staring at men’s penises. Fortunately, they seemed oblivious.

“Why don’t you grab a beer?” Mike asked. “None of our wives took any, so we have plenty.” She watched where he was gesturing and moved to the cooler, bending over to take a beer. She noticed in the corner of her eye, as expected, that Jake was checking out her ass. He was being very obvious about it.

“Goddammit Jake,” Mike said.

“What?” Jake responded innocently, slightly amused.

“If you don’t stop making women uncomfortable, they’re never going to hang around.” Mike wasn’t wrong, but tonight, Jake’s advances weren’t making her uncomfortable. She was surprised, but she was actually getting excited from being watched.

She thought about her husband. She imagined him in the backroom of a strip club, phoning her while getting head from some random girl he had just met.

“You know what, Jake? Never mind,” Lily said. “You can stare all you like, but just tonight.”

Jake stammered. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Lily hesitated, but felt a mischievous smile spreading on her lips. “I mean that tonight is your lucky night. I’m in a weird mood, and I don’t mind the attention.”

Suddenly, everybody was looking at her. Alex had stopped swimming, and John and Chad had cut their conversation short.

“Lily,” Mike said with a serious tone. “I don’t think Bill would appreciate your acting like this.”

“Oh, fuck Bill,” Lily said. “He doesn’t own me. For all I know, he’s got his dick buried in some woman anyway.”

“So you two are swingers,” Alex asked.

“Sure,” Lily said. “We’ll go with that. For tonight, we’re swingers.”

Mike swam toward her. “You know, I really wouldn’t have thought Bill would be the type to cheat. I mean, a nerdy, out-of-shape programmer like him? Why would he cheat when he’s got a beautiful woman like you at home?”

Lily felt a deep rage building up in her. Mike was absolutely right. She grinned. “You know, there’s a whole lot more to me than just a pretty woman.”

She slowly lifted her tank top over her head, in rhythm to the music playing in the background. Her breasts spilled out, just barely contained by the bra. She paused.

“Your wives aren’t going to come out, are they?”

The men were comically quick to shake their heads “no”.

“Lucky me.” She pulled off her jeans and knelt down on the patio tile, a damp towel protecting her from the bare surface. The men were all reluctant.

“Are you sure about this?” Mike asked. “None of us are going to say anything, but this is the sort of thing you can’t undo.”

“I’m absolutely sure.”

As in the dream, she was getting tired of the talk, but the men were all hanging back, talking among themselves.

“So who do you want to fuck then?” Jake asked. He was almost certainly feeling insecure, knowing that he wasn’t the first choice. But Lily had a wicked idea.

“All of you. Now.”

They all looked uncomfortably at each other.

“Isn’t that kind of gay?” Jake asked. It was clear that they would need a little convincing.

She lowered her finger to her panties, then pushed the fabric aside as she plunged inside herself. She caught Mike’s eye as she masturbated then smiled in ecstasy, closing her eyes.She moaned.

It was how the pornstars in Mike’s movies acted. It seemed like utter nonsense to her, but she could hear their belts unbuckling, then sense a shadow blotting out the yard lights.

When she opened her eyes, the five men surrounded her. She gasped. Mike was almost fully erect, and his swimming trunks had given up on containing his cock. Three inches were poking out, visible underneath his pant leg.

She reached out to the waistband of Mike’s swimsuit, then slowly lowered it, revealing inch after inch, until his cock leapt from the fabric, almost hitting her in the face. The other men had pulled their cocks out too, and were huddling in. She was amazed by how big they all were.

Jake was at least seven inches, maybe eight, and extremely thick.

John was nine inches. He was not as thick as Jake or as long as Mike, but the contrast with her pale skin turned Lily on.

Chad was a good seven inches.

Alex was about ten inches. He was a nice thickness.

“You’re all so big!” She said.

They remained silent, still a little awkward. As she marveled up at them, intimidated by them, Jake slapped her in the face with his cock. It was oddly arousing to her. Mike and John moved over her face, covering her eyes up with their cockheads. It was goofy, but kind of hot. They all laughed.

Alex grabbed a handful of her red hair and pulled her into his cock. She had never taken anything this big in her mouth before. Her husband was about half his size- not anywhere near big enough to deepthroat. She stretched her jaw, and he eventually fit the head of his penis in her mouth. She used her tongue to play with him.

Alex was getting into this. “How’s that big cock feel in your mouth?”

“Mmazing,” she said, talking around his penis.

He forced a little bit more into her. It was messy- she could feel herself drooling on him- but she was taking it. She looked up at him with his cock in her mouth.

“Hubby can’t give it to you like I can, can he?”

She shook her head, his cock well over halfway down her throat.

John and Chad took her hands and moved them to their dicks. She stroked them as Alex wedged himself farther into her mouth. She liked seeing how far she could take him- she enjoyed the challenge. Eventually, she was down to his balls.

“Oh my God,” Alex said, as he held her in place with his entire cock in her mouth. “You’re amazing!”

“If hubby’s so small, how are you taking that whole thing?” John asked.

Alex’s dick came out of her mouth with a ‘pop’. “Just a natural, I guess,” she said.

Mike positioned himself on the towel behind her. She could feel his massive erection pressing up against her ass through her panties. While she alternated and took John’s big black cock in her mouth, he began playing with her boobs. He unhooked her bra and threw it in the pool.

“Damn,” Jake said. “This entire time, I thought you were just wearing a push-up.”

She smiled, or she thought she was smiling. It was hard to express emotion with nine inches in your mouth.

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Seven times the moon had shone its subdued, borrowed light from the sun since Yahminah and Jaffa had been stolen from their homes in Egypt and Nubia to be sold in an Athens’ slave market to a Muslim woman named Adara. She was the sister to Johara, the favored wife of Sultan Abdul – Khareen in Istanbul, Turkey, to whom the Sultan had given her the position of overseer of his hareem of fifty wives and 365 concubines.

Adara had outbid everyone at the Athenian market plaza who had come to buy slaves and especially for the beautiful, young women Jaffa and Yahminah, outbidding a balding, heavyset man who had offered 40,000 drachmas by doubling it to 80,000 drachmas in the name of the Sultan Abdul – Kareen, but, in truth, she had bought them for herself. As the sister of the Sultana Johara and Overseer and Protector of the hareem, Adara had the authority and permission to make such deals. The Sultan had bestowed upon her this high position himself that was quite out of the ordinary since women had no such place or authority in Islamic society; however, he could not refuse his wife Johara anything for which she asked.

For young girls of eighteen, Yahminah and Jaffa were exposed to many things for which they had little or no experience, and being sold as slaves was just one of them. They were also not experienced in anything sexual except masturbating to bring relief to their sexual needs, so it came as a rude awakening for both when they were given pelvic exams in Athens to confirm they were, in fact, virgins, after which the physician Galen and his mid-wife Maia performed cunnilingus on their sweet, virgin pussies that had never been licked by a tongue before then.

However, the most sexual experiences they had in that one day happened during their sailing to Turkey. They had lesbian sex with Adara who had them go down on her and eat her pussy until she shot her cum all over their youthful faces, after which she returned the favor by eating out Yahminah’s and Jaffa’s delicious pussies to orgasm, giving them their first taste of lesbian love.

Their sexual nervousness, however, was not made better by the time they were taken to the rooms of the hareem where they, Adara, and Johara, her sister, the Sultana, enjoyed a foursome in the beauty of the palatial, large room made especially for the wives and concubines of the Sultan.

Yahminah and Jaffa who had been given a luxurious suite of rooms to share talked much about their adventures and all that had happened to them. They also wondered what more would befall their young lives.

They definitely weren’t mistreated in anyway. In fact, all the women who saw Yahminah and Jaffa were Adara’s favorites went out of their way to please them, trying to communicate with them through hand gestures but speaking their language so they would become familiar with it as time went by.

Adara had told them they would not be burdened by studies in their ways by language. They would learn these things by using their language and customs every day, both by listening and by speaking it. She told them immersing themselves in all that was Turkish within Islamic traditions would help them greatly to adapt to their new lives more quickly.

“Talking with one another will also be a great advantage to your learning the ways and speech of our country. To learn a new language requires Practice. Practice. Practice. Soon your mistakes will be no more, and you will be just like all the rest,” said Adara, putting her arms around each and giving them a loving hug.

They in turn hugged Adara back because they, too, had learned to love her, not just sexually but for who and what she was.

There was one question, however, the two often talked about in the quiet of their beautiful lounge room whose floor was laid with white marble and had a beautiful ornate Persian rug with peacocks, flowers, pomegranates, and intricate patterns, and beautiful tapestries with figures of women making love in all kinds of poses hung on the walls. They were very erotic and sexually stimulating.

Their bedroom was much the same as far as the décor was concerned; however, one couldn’t help notice the very large poster bed in the center of the room that was omnipresent and touched no wall. It was made of the finest African ebony wood, and both the headboard and footboard had intricately carved women in various Sapphic poses. The tapered bedposts were tall enough for a woman of medium height to stand without having her hair touch the fine, shear curtains that covered the top and hung down on all four sides with slits on the sides that allowed the girls to get in and out of bed. The four bedposts were joined by a rectangular frame upon which were gold minarets.

There was an arched doorway on the East wall through which Yahminah and Jaffa could go and pray the Salat, their morning prayer, with the rising of the sun. It also afforded them with beautiful sunrises as well as cooling breezes.

An anteroom before the bath was unique unto itself. It Casibom had blue tiled floor, white walls, and gold leaf molding where the ceiling and walls meet. There were two gold-edged mirrors, one on each side above two ebony dressers with carvings of goddesses.

This room led to a large walk-in bathroom, and in it were two of everything, extra-large porcelain tubs into which there were three steps to the bottom and dolphins at each corner. From their mouths water flowed to fill the tubs. In the middle of one side of the tubs were special heads with small holes that caused the water to surge out fast and hard, and the heads were attached to long, flexible hoses that reached anywhere in the bathtub.

The girls had no idea what the hoses with the special head-of-many-holes were for, but one day they bravely asked one of the girls with whom they had made friends if she would tell them. She was Egyptian, and her name was Nihanda, meaning “hardiness,” When they had asked her about the hoses, she burst out laughing. However, she drew them aside and quietly told them the hoses with the special heads were used to squirt water onto ones pussy if one got horny and wanted to have an orgasm.

“The water pressure stimulates the clit wonderfully well,” she smiled. “Believe me, it can really make you cum. Every time you use it. That’s the power of water,” she laughed as she walked away still chuckling to herself at the naivety of Yahminah and Jaffa.

It was on the very eve of their rite of giving the gift of their virginity that Nihanda had told them about the unusual use of the hoses with the special heads with many holes in them, and this information caused Jaffa and Yahminah to look forward getting bathed before going to bed. The idea burned in their sexual curiosity for themselves and for each other throughout the day.

However, the hours passed, and they retired to their rooms for the night. Yahminah and Jaffa excitedly removed their clothing. In their girlish excitement, Jaffa and Yahminah touched one another that made them giggle. When they got to the bath, Jaffa turned on the water of one bath since they were going to share, and the two watched it fill up as the water squirted out of the mouths of the four dolphins.

Yahminah looked at Jaffa, and in a little girlish way, asked, “Are you ready?”

Jaffa reached out and grabbed Yahminah’s hand as she stepped down onto the first step and continued down the three steps into the water. Yahminah followed her lead. When they reached the same level, Jaffa turned and faced Yahminah. Taking her by surprise, Jaffa drew Yahminah into her arms and bent her head and kissed her, prying her tongue between Yahminah’s lips.

Yahminah accepted Jaffa’s advances and opened her lips for Jaffa so she could put her tongue into her waiting and willing mouth. Both girls got lost in their lovers’ embrace that lasted for some time while each kissed, sucked, and licked the other’s lips. In their kissing frenzy, both girls took the other’s face between her hands and pressed her lips passionately together, each gasping for breath in between the movements of their mouths.

While still kissing, Yahminah and Jaffa let their hands wander all over the other’s body, feeling the other’s back, massaging her breasts, cupping her ass with her hands, and feeling between her legs where her fingers, exploring each other’s velvet smooth vulva.

Their passion and fondling of one another became so intense Yahminah and Jaffa pressed their entire bodies against one another, feeling breasts against breasts and pussy against pussy.

They both were intense in sharing their sexual-nature of themselves with wanton abandonment, but finally the two broke their exciting caressing, each one panting so hard their breasts rose and fell with each breath they took.

When they had their breathing under control, they parted and looked intently into each other’s eyes, and with their looks they spoke words of intense feeling and emotion.

Jaffa said, “Yahminah, I love you. You have become so very important to me. I don’t think I would have survived all that happened to us if I didn’t have you with me.”

Yahminah, looking backing lovingly at Jaffa, replied, “And I love you, Jaffa. What you just said is so true. We were at first tied together by rope, but now we are bound together by love. And for that I am so happy and thank the Goddess Artemis.”

Yahminah drew Jaffa to her once more for a lover’s embrace, but then she said somewhat lasciviously, “Let’s get our bath and see how the hose works.”

The water had filled the large bath by now, so Jaffa bent down and turned it off, and then the two submerged their tender bodies underneath the water, coming up with water dripping from their skin. Droplets of water clung to Yahminah’s tight, braided hair still held decorated with colorful beads. Jaffa’s hair on the other hand, while having been cut shorter than it had been, was still matted to her forehead and dripped water onto Casibom Giriş the back of her neck. It wouldn’t be long, however, when both girls would have their hair cut short and any body hair removed either by shaving or using a special cream made of beeswax.

Yahminah had gotten soap made of vegetable oils, a binding chemical, and aromatics such as thyme and came over to Jaffa.

“Here, Love, let me soap you down and wash your body, and then you can do mine,” Yahminah said as she began to wash Jaffa’s hair with aloe and lavender. When she was finished, Jaffa sat down in the water to rinse her hair and body, and then she came back up. She then did the same for Yahminah.

When their bath was finished, Jaffa asked Yahminah, “Should we now use that hose with the special head with all those holes, the one Nihanda told us about when she explained its use?”

Looking sheepishly, Yahminah said, “It’s something neither one of us has done, Jaffa, but I think we at least ought to try it to see if what Nihanda said is true. Don’t you?

“Yes, I think we should try it at least once so we know what it feels like,” answered Jaffa.

Thus, the two girls went to the center of the far side of the bath away from the entrance where the hose was coiled on a form shaped like an octopus. The unusual head of the hose hung on the pointed beak of the octopus’ mouth. Jaffa took the head in her hand and uncoiled the hose. There was a handle on the side that one turned to let the water come out.

“Are we ready, Yahminah?” asked Jaffa.

“Yes, I guess so, and I must admit, it makes my pussy tingle just thinking about how it might feel. Yours?” replied Yahminah.

“Yes, mine, too. So who goes first?” Jaffa asked.

Yahminah shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what to say.

However, Jaffa said, “Well, since I already have the hose in my hand, you be first, and I’ll squirt water onto your pussy, and you can tell me how it feels and what to do. Is that all right with you?”

“I guess so, Jaffa,” answered Yahminah.

“Then get up onto the top of the bath and sit on the edge with your legs opened so I have a clear shot at your pussy,” said Jaffa.

As Yahminah did this, Jaffa turned the handle, and immediately the hose became taught from the water pressure and danced almost out of her hand.

“Oh my, this is like handling a large snake, Yahminah,” Jaffa said surprisingly as she watched the water shoot out in tiny streams through each of the holes in the special head.

Her first thought was how it was going to feel when squirted on hers and Yahminah’s pussies.

“However, with Yahminah going first, I’ll get to know from her what it feels like,” she thought to herself.

Nevertheless, to get some idea of what it might feel like, Jaffa aimed the head at the palm of her hand and immediately felt as if a swarm of bees were stinging it.

“Oh, my,” Jaffa thought,” what is this going to feel like on our pussies?”

Yahminah, too, watched with more than interest at the water squirting out forcefully from the special head Jaffa held in her hand, and she was just about to change her mind when Jaffa said, “Well, Yahminah, I guess now is the time. You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Yahminah answered, and she braced herself for the unknown sensation of the water hitting her pussy.

Jaffa raised the hose and aimed the streaming water between Yahminah’s legs, beginning inside her thighs and working up to her pussy. When the water first hit Yahminah’s sensitive parts, she raised her ass off the tiled edge of the tub so shocked was she by the intensity of the water under pressure on her pussy.

“Oh, Jaffa, the pressure of the water against my pussy is so forceful, and yet once getting over the initial shock it is so stimulating, especially on my clitoris,” Yahminah hissed as she squirmed with delight.

“Well, then,” answered Jaffa, “I shall concentrate the water onto your aroused clit.”

Jaffa brought the head of the hose towards Yahminah’s clit and aimed it right on it. The head had a lip on it so it could actually cover a woman’s clit, the water making direct contact with her most sexually sensitive spot on her body. At the same time Jaffa found a dial that let one regulate the amount of water pressure and the intensity a woman would want at any time, changing the pressure from mild to exquisite.

The water hit Yahminah’s clit with such force that thousands of sexual sensations all came together at that very small, excited organ.

“Oh, Jaffa, the pressure. It’s like having a mouth sucking my clit as hard as it can, and the feeling is so intense, I am about to cum already.”

Jaffa thought it came really fast, but then it wasn’t she whose clit was being inundated with the water.

“Ohhhhhhhh, god. May Allah be praised, Jaffa. I’m cumming! And cumming! Without end it seems.”

Jaffa once more was astounded at the short time it took to put the water hose on Yahmina’s clit from the time she had her orgasm.

However, she recalled Nihanda’s words, “Believe me. It can really make you cum!”

“Oh, Jaffa, take it away. Take it away. My clit is so sensitive it actually is too much right now. Take my word for it. You’ll find out when you use it,” Yahminah said.

Jaffa pulled the hose away from Yahminah and looked at her. She was now lying down on the tile floor, breathing deeply as Jaffa saw by the rise and fall of her beautiful, black breasts topped by her dark areolas and turgid nipples.

Minutes passed before Yahminah was in control of her inner feelings and outward composure for her to sit up.

“You are in for a treat, Jaffa. Believe me,” Yahminah said emphatically. “So now it’s your turn to get up here and let me give you ‘the hose treatment’ or should I say ‘hose treat’?”

Before Jaffa moved, she said to Yahminah, “See this dial here on the side of the head of the hose?”

“Yessss.”

“Well, just as you were shouting out your very fast orgasm, I discovered it is intended to let one adjust the water pressure so one can draw out the enjoyment of the special head as well as ones orgasm,” said Jaffa.

“Now you tell me,” Yahminah smiled at Jaffa in playful annoyance.

Jaffa changed places and sat on the edge of the bath with her legs spread for Yahminah.

Yahminah took the hose in her hand and adjusted the water pressure to mild and then sprayed Jaffa’s pussy all over so that water wet her legs and abdomen, too. She then slowly walked forward, smiling brightly since she knew what it was going to be like for Jaffa, which narrowed the force of the water more directly onto her pussy where she stayed awhile, spraying back and forth and up and down. Often she moved it down so the water tickled Jaffa’s asshole which was a new sensation for her.

However, after doing this awhile, Yahminah brought the head of the hose up to Jaffa’s clit and sprayed it about a foot away from it.

Moans of delight escaped from Jaffa as she felt the water massaging her vulva, but especially her clit.

Yahminah then did as Jaffa had done to her; she slowly brought the head closer and closer to her clit until the special head enclosed her clit and the flesh around it.

As did Yahminah, Jaffa jumped when she felt this direct force of the water on her sensitive clit. She even placed her hands, palms down, on the bath floor and raised her hips so that her knees were bent and her feet were on floor. Jaffa squeezed her eyes as the erotic sensations came wave after wave into her now overly sensitive clit.

However, unlike Yahminah, Jaffa was feeling only the mild pressure of the water on her clit, but as Yahminah listened to Jaffa moan with delight, she slowly turned the dial and increased the water pressure more and more until it was squirting full force against Jaffa’s clit.

Jaffa’s response was immediate. “Oh, Yahminah, it feels like thousands of tiny pins are stinging my nub, causing it to vibrate in absolute sexual desire.”

In the short time it took Jaffa to tell Yahminah this, she cried out, “Ohhhhhhh, Yahminah, I’m cumming,” as she threw back her head and pushed out her hips so the water made as much contact with her overly excited clit to the point of overpowering her wanton sexual desires.

Jaffa’s legs trembled beneath her as did her arms, and in one fluid motion she smoothly lowered her raised body onto the tile floor of the bath, reached down, grabbed hold of the hose, and took it off her clit while Yahminah still held it in her hand. However, Yahminah knew Jaffa’s clit had become so sensitive after her orgasm that she couldn’t stand to continue being stimulated.

While Jaffa still lay on the bath floor with her legs spread wide, Yahminah went over to her, bent down between her legs, and licked her glowing, reddish pussy flesh that had been enflamed by the pressure of the water.

Jaffa gratefully accepted Yahminah’s lingual ministrations while, as with Yahminah, she let her body relax while she composed herself until she was able to get up and slide back into the water to be with Yahminah whom she clasped in a fond embrace.

Jaffa whispered into her ear, “Oh, my love, that was wonderful. Never have I had such an orgasm in my life. It was almost beyond belief, and who would have thought it would come from the pressure of water against the clitoris.”

Yahminah sighed, agreeing with Jaffa about this most unusual way to get an orgasm, and said, “This is true, but it shall never replace the warmth of your mouth on my clit nor my mouth on your clit. Am I not right?”

“You are most certainly right, Yahminah,” said Jaffa. “Now, let’s towel one another dry and get into our bed naked as usual where we can hold, kiss, and caress one another. I thought we might eat one another’s pussies tonight, but, I’m sure you’ll agree, our clits are far too sensitive to be touched and sucked any more this evening.”

“You are so right, Yahminah,” Jaffa said, “but holding and caressing one another after such intense orgasms will be wonderful. I love the feel of your warm, scented body next to mine and awaken in the morning to find you sleeping next to me.”

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Jenny spent the afternoon quietly working; the time invested grooming Ian to be her dupe impinged on her day job. Even though her work at the hedge fund was more lucrative, being an analyst was gratifying – identifying investment opportunities was like building a complex jigsaw puzzle – once all the pieces fit together and the picture was revealed, satisfaction permeated through her; it must be what an artist feels after her final brushstroke. The $750,000 annual income wasn’t bad either.

At 3 o’clock her intern arrived – Sydney was a smart, hard-working and personable finance major at NYU; she would soon earn six college credits for her work this semester, as long as she received a positive review. It wouldn’t be a problem though – she got along well with Jenny; she hoped to win a coveted summer internship. She would do anything for the chance to spend the summer in New York City and working on Wall Street, especially if she had the opportunity to be mentored by Jennifer DeBeaux.

Sydney admired Jenny for her success; many young women on campus admired her – she didn’t know it but Jenny had a sorority sister cult following and Sydney was the most vociferous disciple; she didn’t miss an opportunity to extol her bosses virtues. And it wasn’t just her intellect and success that Sydney revered – she had a crush on Jenny; she was infatuated, but no one would ever know; it was her secret and she didn’t plan on sharing it.

At 8 o’clock, after everyone had gone home – even the cleaning lady had come and gone, Jenny and Sydney were still working; refinements to the pro-forma income statements and balance sheets was tedious and time-consuming, but the deadline was approaching and they had no alternative.

“Take a look at this,” said Jenny pointing to the computer monitor. Sydney strode across the room, stood behind Jenny, looked over her shoulder and examined the spreadsheet. “The formula must be incorrect.”

“Okay, it’s not adding the column correctly; I’ll fix it,” said Sydney. Jenny’s perfume lingered in the air; Sydney lingered over Jenny shoulder – she was momentarily frozen like a deer caught in headlights. She unconsciously peered into Jenny’s blouse and flushed. She hastily straightened herself and returned to her desk.

Jenny raised her eyebrows and smiled. She watched Sydney’s cute little ass wiggle as she skipped across the office – although she was 20 years old, Sydney looked much younger: narrow hips and small breasts, dark short pixie hair, bright blue eyes, and an adorable button nose. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup but her lips were always pink. She looked sweet and innocent but Jenny would wager she had a devilish streak – it wasn’t the first time she noticed Sydney furtively checking her out.

They were at the point of diminishing returns and needed a break; Sydney went to this snack machine for cokes and candy bars – the sugar rush would see them through. After another hour of work, Jenny found an error and summoned Sydney. “Shouldn’t the databases be linked so that we see total sales by category?”

“Yes,” said Sydney. She bent over Jenny shoulder and used the computer mouse to point, “No problem, I’ll fix the macro.”

Jenny put her hand on Sydney’s and moved the mouse to a different part of the page and said, “Please fix this too.” With her index finger she Escort bayan innocently stroked Sydney’s delicate fingers; her voice was soft and supple – she knew it would rattle her but she enjoyed teasing.

Sydney was flustered but composed and said, “Ms. DeBeaux, I have learned so much from you this semester. This is been the best experience of my life.”

“If you call me Ms. DeBeaux one more time,” smiled Jenny, “I’m going to spank you.”

It wasn’t the first time Jenny said this; Sydney always blushed and never countered, but she was overworked and giddy and said demurely, “I wish.”

Jenny pretended she didn’t hear Sydney’s desire; she resumed reading dense corporate quarterly reports and furiously scribbling notes – as much as she wanted to play, now wasn’t the time, at least not now.

After another hour of work, Jenny sighed loudly, threw down her pencil and kicked off her heels; she’d reached her limit and needed distraction. She swiveled in her chair and looked at Sydney and said, “We’ve accomplished a lot today; it’s late – I hope I’m not keeping you from your boyfriend.”

Sydney turned and said, “I haven’t had a boyfriend in quite a while, actually not since high school.”

“Really,” said Jenny with raised eyebrows. “I never would have guessed.”

“I don’t miss the drama of boyfriends; they are so needy, and selfish. I bet it’s easier having a girlfriend.”

“It can be,” smiled Jenny. “Girls know better what other girls want.” She seductively twirled a strand of hair.

“Uh-huh.” She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress surprise – a nervous giggle escaped.

Jenny stared out the window and continued, “We know what feels good and innately know how to share it.” She stretched her leg and curled her toes.

Sydney’s eyes widened and she touched her lips as if she were feeling a kiss. She imagined a woman’s hands running over her body and being kissed everywhere; she pictured Jenny’s body pressed to hers, gently stroking and caressing, not fast and hasty but slow and attentive.

“A woman is soft and supple,” continued Jenny. Her eyes expressed desire and she said unflinchingly, “I want you to unbutton your blouse.” It was neither a demand nor a command, it was unabashed desire.

Sydney was speechless but willing; she tentatively unbuttoned the top button, and then the next, and the next, until all seven were undone. She bit her lower lip and steadfastly focused on Jenny – her eyes didn’t waver; she would do anything Jenny asked.

“Unhook your bra,” said Jenny more authoritatively.

Sydney unclasped her lacy front- close bra; it was frilly and pretty but her small tits didn’t need support. Her frightened and flat nipples rapidly blossomed into small thorny pink roses.

“Massage them; show me how you like to be touched.”

Sydney started slow and with rhythmic movements she rubbed herself – she gently squeezed them and teased her nipples. She licked her fingers and rolled her nipple between her finger and thumb. She’d never done this before – of course she played with herself but she never did it under the command of a beautiful woman, of a beautiful woman that she lusted for, of a beautiful woman who controlled her future, of a beautiful woman she wanted to make love to.

Jenny watched and smiled. She was Escort wet and wanted to touch herself but she would save that pleasure for her little minx, her plaything, her new lesbian slave – Sydney didn’t know it yet, but the summer internship was hers. “Move to the couch, by the window and unfasten your pants and pull them to your knees; not a word, just do as I say.”

Sydney was powerless to stop; her eyes were wide and starry.

“Play with yourself through your panties, like when you are alone, lonely and horny.”

Sydney nodded and touched her slit through her panties and rubbed her clit, slowly and deliberately. She bit the inside of her cheek and rubbed circles. She slightly pushed the silky fabric into her dampness.

“Push aside your panties; are you wet?”

Sydney slid her finger up and down; she was a slick as a rainy day and said, “Yes Ms. DeBeaux, I mean Jenny.”

“From now on, during our alone time, you will refer to me as Mistress, unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?” Jenny faked sternness but was helpless to prevent the corners of her mouth from turning into a smile. “Finger yourself with one finger, slowly.”

Sydney licked her lips and fingered, just as she was told, and did nothing else. She was a quick learner and understood how the game worked.

“Fondle your clitoris with your other hand, yes like that,” said Jenny. “You’re doing very well.”

Sydney spread wider her legs and seductively rubbed herself with both hands, circling slowly, touching her sensitive areas, clockwise, counterclockwise, one finger in, and then two, playing with herself, watching Jenny, watching herself, using both hands, one finger in while the other rubbed her clit, and then the other finger in while her other hand rubbed slowly. She was completely hypnotized and was close to orgasm.

“Bring yourself to the edge, but don’t go over.” Jenny’s skirt was hiked and she diddled herself through her panties.

“Yes Mistress,” said Sydney with strained control.

“Put two fingers inside, in and out, faster, a little faster – your clit, with your other hand play with your clit.” Jenny enjoyed having Sydney do exactly as she said – it was as stimulating as touching herself.

Sydney desperately wanted to do as she was told, but it was difficult; she was losing control even though she wanted to be obedient, her body would not listen. The faster she fingered and the harder she rubbed her clit, the less willing her body was to listen. “Mistress, Jenny, please, may I come?” She was as desperate as a thirsty woman at an oasis.

“Yes… Fuck yourself; yes, like that, baby, baby.” Jenny watched intently while she caressed her crease and fondled her tits.

Sydney breathed raggedly and she glistened; she watched herself fucking herself, she watched her mistress watching her fuck herself, she couldn’t stand it a minute longer and screamed, “Yes, yes, yes.”

She kneaded her tits and pulled her nipples and slowly returned from orgasmic bliss.

“Come here,” said Jenny firmly. Jenny unzipped and stepped out of her skirt; she unbuttoned her silk blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor – her big tits flopped to the sides – her brassiere was not just an attractive accoutrement like Sydney’s was. Her nipples contracted into Bayan escort bite-size nuggets; she massaged handfuls of her soft and pliable flesh.

Sydney knelt between Jenny’s legs and used her hands to steady herself – she couldn’t remember ever being this vulnerable; it was odd and exciting and she couldn’t wait for the next lesson.

Jenny pushed aside her panties and exposed her neatly groomed pussy; she was shiny and slippery – watching Sydney had been incredibly stimulating. She touched her wetness and slathered it around. She cupped Sydney’s face and kissed her; she wrapped her hand around her neck and pulled her close; their foreheads and noses touched while they stared into each other’s eyes – it was a as intense as a Vulcan mind meld.

Sydney kissed Jenny’s neck and shoulders, kissed her fleshy orbs, sucked each nipple like she was candy coated, kissed lower, licked circles around her dangling belly jewelry, moving lower, slowly lower until she was face-to-face and up close for the first time, the first of many trips she would take to her boss’s southern region.

Although Sydney had never tasted pussy before, she didn’t hesitate. She flicked her tongue, and licked Jenny’s clitoris – she moved her head from side to side, up and down, finding the right angle. She licked along the sides of her labia, pushed her tongue into Jenny; she did whatever she thought would please her mistress. And she did it, and she did it; her tongue never fatigued, her desire never waned.

Jenny ran her hands through Sydney’s short hair, pulled her closer and steered her when necessary. Her breathing was labored and signaled a culmination; she arched and thrust her hips like undulating waves rolling toward the beach. She rubbed furiously her clit until she came, “Fuck yeah, baby, Sydney.” Her heavy breathing subsided and she played with herself until her senses dulled.

Sydney retraced her steps; she kissed Jenny’s belly, tits and nipples, collarbone, shoulders, neck; she nuzzled her ear and kissed her lips – she smiled with satisfaction, “How did I do?”

Jenny put her hands on each of Sydney’s cheeks, drew her in and kissed her, tenderly, sensually, lovingly, approvingly, “Wonderfully.”

Jenny led Sydney to the couch; she wanted more but didn’t want to overwhelm her newbie so she spooned her; they cuddled and kissed and hugged; Sydney would soon understand the depth of Jenny’s insatiable desire, but for now she was content and could wait.

“The summer internship is yours,” purred Jenny. She cupped her tiny tits and pulled her nipples. She gently kissed Sydney’s ear, neck, and collarbone. “We’ll accomplish a lot this summer.” She massaged her belly and breasts. “It’s not going to be all fun and games.” She ran her hands up and down Sydney’s curled legs. “You’ll learn a lot, you’ll know more about finance then you ever thought possible.” She squeezed her tightly. “You’ll learn more about a lot of different things than you ever thought possible.” Her lips barely touched her neck. “But you must do exactly as I say.” She whispered in her ear, “Without question.”

Sydney’s heart raced with excitement; she pushed her behind into Jenny and delicately stroked her arms and held her hands; she nodded affirmatively.

“I need you to be at my apartment Saturday evening, at 8 o’clock.” Jenny’s scheme solidified – she would use her little nymph to further draw Ian into her liar, and under her control. She could forever complicate his life, if necessary. “Come dressed like a slutty college girl – it will be fun, you’ll see.”

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