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Sam drove like he did everything else, with his full attention. There was no music playing, no GPS chirping at him, no passenger. He avoided freeways and took the more sedate and scenic back routes, though he had little time for the scenery. He dove over hills and through valleys, along straight stretches and around bends with the same steady, ground-eating speed. He had someplace to be and he didn’t want to waste any time getting there. It was just too important that he be on time, too important that he not miss this day. He had already been delayed by traffic in St. Paul and he was running behind after the rainstorm in Missouri and he wanted to make up some time.

So when he came around the bend and saw the car on the shoulder and the slim form waving, trying to get him to stop, he nearly eased left and skimmed on by. But he remembered that there had been another person stuck on the side of the road and no one had helped her. He sighed and slowed to stop his pickup behind the car. The day was warm and dry and the cloud of dust obscured everything for a moment. The first thing he saw clearly was the rental car plate and tag on the back of the aqua green Chevy, then he saw the dim form of the driver and as the dust blew past he got a good look at her. She was tall and slim, made taller with her heels on and she was dressed for business, not for travel. As he got out of the truck she came toward him, looking somewhat apprehensive and more than a little frightened.

“Hello there… thank you so much for stopping.” She said and her clear British accent caught his ear. He smiled a bit as he stood up.

“Well, you look like you need some help, what seems to be the problem?” He asked and she was visibly relieved.

“I’ve had a blowout, and I know I look like a helpless fool, but I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried getting a service call, but my cell has no reception out here.” She said and Sam looked at her car.

The left front tire was more than flat, it was in shreds and ribbons. She had clearly driven on it a while hoping to get somewhere where she could get help and she had reached the point where it wouldn’t even roll anymore. The rim was almost destroyed and there was sure to be severe damage to the front end. He sighed and shook his head as he walked toward her car and she walked with him, arms wrapped around her waist in the warm late spring day.

“You’ve done a real number on this thing.” He said as he crouched down to look at it and she looked immediately worried. “But I think I can get you rolling again. You may want a different rental when you get the chance, this one will need some real TLC.” He said as he stood up again and he saw that she was just as tall as he was, her long black hair hung nearly to her waist and she looked both relieved and upset.

“I don’t even know what I hit.” She said as he took her keys and went back to the trunk to get the spare. He had to lift out her suitcases and set them on the side of the road before he freed the jack and spare that was in the car.

“Well, out here it could have been anything. You should really stick to the highway, it’s safer.” He said as he went up to start jacking the car up so he could get the wheel off. He loosened the lug nuts and jacked the car higher as she watched and he wrestled the old tire and ruined rim off. By the time he had the spare on he was sweating freely and she was grateful as he let the car back down again and started putting things away.

“You’re my hero.” She said as he got the suitcases situated in the trunk again and he slammed it shut and turned to look at her. “I’m Gwen, by the way. Gwen Meredith.” She said as she held out her hand to him.

“Sam. Sam Nelson.” He said, taking her hand and smiling.

Neither of them could explain what happened next, neither of them could understand it. She smiled at him in thanks, they were both about to talk and then they made eye contact. There was a sudden moment of perfect, wordless communication and they could each feel the acute need in the other. He looked so lost, so hurting and broken that her heart reached out to him. He saw her long hair lift in the wind that blew a scattering of red, yellow and gold autumn leaves across the road, streaming out like a banner and the compassion on her face was so clear that he didn’t need words, neither of them did, they understood each other perfectly. They stared for a moment, sharing that understanding while the tension built between them. Then it popped like a soap bubble and there was only room for action.

He tugged on her arm and pulled her toward him as he took a step forward and she gasped, her head tilting to one side as one of his hands came to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, his mouth found hers and they kissed. His other hand was at the small of her back, holding her close to his chest and her hands Gaziantep Saatlik Escort were up between them, grasping the front of his shirt and holding him close right back. There was no room or time for words, he kissed like he drove and the sudden powerful sensation, the dedication he gave to the action, robbed her of words and thought and she was reduced in the span of a heartbeat to pure instinct. It was powerful and humbling but she didn’t fight it, she sensed something in him, something she needed and she knew that she had something he needed. Her hands came up to his neck, holding him into the kiss as he bore her back until she felt her legs hit the front of his truck and then she was back, laying on the hood but uncaring of the heat as her hands pulled at his clothing, scrabbling at the front of his shirt, wanting to get at his flesh, to feel him under her hands.

He broke the kiss and she stripped his shirt up and off of him, tossing it carelessly aside and her hands were immediately back at his chest. He was slim but strong and her fingers slid through the hair that sprouted from his skin as she looked at him with open, wordless hunger. He fumbled with the buttons of her shirt for a moment before he gave up and just tore the shirt open, scattering the buttons as they popped free and she gasped as he leaned down and kissed her on the side of her throat. Her head fell back and she moaned at the feel of his mouth as he trailed down and across her collarbone while his hands reached around behind her and deftly unclasped her bra. He pushed the cups up and she moaned as he moved to catch one nipple as her warm flesh fell free. She didn’t have a huge chest but she was very sensitive and the feel of his mouth on her sensitive flesh made her sob with pleasure. Her hands tangled in his hair and she held him at her chest as his hands caught and kneaded the soft mounds. It felt so good, so very good to have his attention there and she was panting and gasping for breath.

As his mouth came back to hers she kissed him eagerly, pulling herself up closer to his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible as she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue, tangling with hers as they kissed and his hands almost mauled her chest. It felt so good to have someone touch her; she had been alone since… She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to dwell on that old pain, and she let herself sink back down into the easy oblivion of action and reaction. She didn’t give herself time to think or to remember, she just lived in the moment for the first time what felt like years. She sobbed as she felt his mouth move back to her neck and shoulder, felt him reaching down toward her legs. She lifted one obligingly and his hands pushed her skirt up higher until his palm could glide across her hose and across the warm, soft swell of her ass.

She moaned and writhed and bit her lip as she felt him reaching higher and higher until his fingers hooked the waist of her pantyhose and her panties and she said nothing as he pulled them down and across her ass. She felt them pass the wide part of her hips and then they were suddenly almost to her knees. She whimpered as he shifted back, standing and pulling them off of her before he bent back and captured a nipple with his mouth again, one hand braced on the hood and the other slipping up between her thighs to find the heat of her pussy. She cried out and arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth as his fingers slid through the dark curls between her legs and across the heated lips of her sex. It felt so good to have someone touch her again, someone who needed as much as she did and she struggled to get her hands between them, to reach for the front of his jeans. When she felt the denim under her fingers she fumbled at the fly, swearing softly and then gasping as he kissed the soft place where her throat and her shoulder met.

He drew a little laugh from her then a moan as he parted her soft vulva and caressed across her heated entrance with his fingers. She whimpered and lost her grip on his pants, then tried again and she was rewarded when the button came undone. He broke off his kiss and used his hands to push his pants down for her and she laughed as she wrapped her hands around his shaft the instant it was free. It was warm and hard and thick in her hands and she stroked it gently as his hand came back to her pussy, the other grasping a breast and giving a firm squeeze, his fingers sliding across the warm flesh until he caught her nipple between the pad of his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger, the sudden tight pressure making her cry out and sob in pleasure as the first ripples of an impending orgasm rippled through her body. It felt so good to have someone pay attention to her, for someone to see her for herself, to recognize her need and to feed the hunger that she had learned to ignore so well.

His mouth came back to hers and they could easily see the other’s hunger as she felt him shift and she felt the warm, smooth tip of his shaft press at her entrance and she broke eye the kiss and made eye contact with him. He paused and looked into her eyes and she just smiled and hooked her leg behind his hip and smiled. A second later she screamed out in pleasure as he plunged into her, thrusting deep in a single stroke, filling her completely, her passage so wet and ready and needing that she almost sucked him into her body. They came together with a loud slap and her orgasm was instant, tearing through her body and wringing a cry of such passion and desire from her that had they been anywhere near anyone else, they would have surely drawn attention. But out here among the fields of wheat and straw and scrub, with the music of the dry leaves and the wind all around them, there was no one to hear, no cars or houses for miles in every direction.

There was no one to witness as she fell back limp on the hood of his truck and he bent over her, struggling for control himself for a long time before he started moving again, one hand braced on the hood and the other cupping her cheek as he looked right into her eyes. He stroked through her with deep, steady strokes, not going fast but not taking his time either and she cried out with each hard, deep penetration. She could feel her wetness leaking, her nectar soaking into her skirt and coating his cock as he stroked through her and she stared right back at him, unblinking as he took her and she welcomed him, answering his need and his hunger with her own and they fed off of each other. Their next kiss was with such intensity that she wouldn’t have been surprised if her lips were bruised later, but she didn’t shy away from him, she covered his hand at her breast with her own hand and her other grasped the back of his head and held him in the kiss as she felt another orgasm rising within her, clenching in her core and making it hard to keep her body still.

She bit his lower lip and he smiled as he ground his hips around and pressed even deeper into her body, making her ache with how deep he was, his tip pressing hard at her cervix and his strong thrust lifting her higher. She took advantage of the moment to lift her other leg and circle his waist and she was rewarded as his tip pressed at her deepest recesses with every subsequent thrust. She sobbed and held on to him, her forehead against his and her eyes, looking sapphire blue in the bright light of the day, gazed right into his dark green ones as her orgasm crested over her and a moment later she heard him grunt and moan as he lost all control and the stinging wash of his seed coated her within, filling her to overflowing. He slowed but didn’t stop, their motions prolonging both of their pleasures and churning their mixed fluids into froth on their skin.

Finally he stopped and they spent a while just kissing and touching, still joined together for a while until he had softened and slipped from her body. She whimpered at the loss, but she didn’t let him go just yet. It was enjoyable just to touch and cuddle like this. She could feel the sweat in her hair and on her clothes and she knew that her outfit was likely ruined. But she didn’t care, she had loved that too much to complain.

Finally he shifted and she reluctantly let him. He got her settled back on her feet and helped her find her discarded shoes and panties. She pulled on the heels but just discarded the panties and hose as she got one of her suitcases out of the trunk of her car and got out a clean shirt. She shucked her shirt and bra then pulled on a loose shirt and buttoned it up as he pulled his shirt over his head. She smiled almost shyly at him and he returned it.

“Look, about that…” He started and she shook her head and silenced him with a kiss.

“No. No apologies. I wasn’t exactly saying no, and I can tell we both needed that badly.” She said and he nodded.

“I’d ask to see you again, but we’re both just passing through.” He said as she turned a bit.

“Yes, I think it’s best we just say goodbye, Sam.” She said and the sound of his name on her lips was almost musical, her accent making the simple name exotic.

“Well, if you ever find yourself in Grand Rapids, look me up.” He said and she smiled again, walking backwards toward the door of her car.

“Likewise if you’re ever in Liverpool.” She said.

He smiled and watched as she opened the door to her car, paused as she looked at him, then strode back toward him with long, sure strides and kissed him again. The kiss lingered and only didn’t turn into something more because she pulled away and turned to her car. She paused at the door and looked back, then got in her car and drove away. He stood looking after her for a long time before he got into his truck and started driving again. He looked over at the flowers on the seat and saw that they were starting to wilt from the heat of the day, but he didn’t think Kelsey would mind.

He found the turnoff to the place where she had died and then the tree he had planted there the week it had happened. It had been night and she had been struck and killed by a passing car. The driver had been drunk and hadn’t seen her. She had been lost and her car had broken down early that day. She had spent the entire day out there just to die when some drunken farmer was on his way back from a hoe-down or some other equally stupid bullshit. He sat and sobbed for a long time on the spot before he stood up. It was dark by then and he had to say goodbye. The flowers looked pitiful at the base of the tree but he just got in his truck and drove away. He had a reservation at a bed-and-breakfast that was a few miles away from where he had met Gwen and he was hungry and tired.

But as he drove he wasn’t thinking about Gwen or about much of anything aside from the place he had just visited. He was thinking about Kelsey trapped out here all alone, afraid and lost and wishing that she had someone to help her. She had probably been so happy to see the headlights coming, so relived that she had strayed too close to the road and she hadn’t had time to get out of the way before…

Before it was just too late.

He drove slowly as he went and he was careful as he wept, tears slipping down his face unheeded as he relived the five years that they had had together before that. He was feeling bitter and sorrowful as he pulled into the B&B and he locked his car and turned for the house and his steps slowed as he saw the aqua Chevy with the donut on the left front. He smiled a bit and walked into the big palatial house that had been converted and the owner greeted him at the door. He had stayed there ever since Kelsey had been taken from him and the lady knew him well enough. He was brought up to his room and then went down to dinner where he sat right across from Gwen, who smiled at him a little but said nothing. After the meal the guests all dispersed and he lost track of her as he was stopped by the owner. When he managed to free himself he went up to his room and started getting ready to sleep. He had just finished his shower when he heard the soft tap at his door. When he opened it he wasn’t surprised to see Gwen. She was wrapped in a soft robe and she was smiling as a blush rose in her cheeks.

“I know this isn’t Grand Rapids or Liverpool, but I thought I’d look you up anyway, Sam.” She said in that smooth accent, as she moved her arms and let the robe fall open. He stared as the front parted and he could see that she was just out of her shower as well. He stepped back and she followed him into the room. Behind her the door swung closed and inside the room the two of them found comfort and surcease once more.

Sam rolled out from under the old Buick and sighed as he wiped his hands on a rag. “Well Mr. Magnussen.” He said as he approached the elderly man waiting at the side of the garage. “It looks like your engine is, as we say in the business, ‘Completely Fucked’. Now I could find a new engine for you, but I think you may be better off with a different car, sir.” He said and the man sighed as he looked at the beat up old car.

“Well shit.” He said simply then shrugged. “I think it’s time to accept that the bus is my ride from here on. I mean, hell I’ll be ninety next week.”

“You don’t look a day over thirty, sir.” Sam said with a smile and the old man snorted.

“You’re full of shit, but I like you. Thanks a bundle. Now, how much do I owe you for that work?” He said as he set his newspaper down and Sam haggled with him for a bit, actually having to argue the man down in price before they finished up and he paid. Sam waited until he was out of sight before he called and canceled the transaction. He knew that Oswaldt Magnussen was on a fixed income, and really there hadn’t been that much work in the job. Then he glanced down at the paper. It had been a while since he thought about Gwen, about their roadside meeting four months earlier or the night she had spent in his room but seeing her on the front of the paper brought it all back to him.

…British ambassador Gwendolin Meredith-Hawkes is seen here attending a conference in Santa Monica California. Meredith-Hawkes, who tragically lost her husband five months ago in an IED explosion in Afghanistan, found out weeks after his loss that she was pregnant with his child. Meredith-Hawkes is approximately five months into this, her first pregnancy. She says that if the child is a boy she will name him Samuel, if it is a girl she will name her Samantha. The ambassador is expected to attend a conference in Michigan before returning to her native Liverpool for the birth of her…

Sam smiled a little and set the paper aside and turned to get back to work.

The End

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Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 04

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This is the fourth chapter in this fictional series. I hope you enjoy the story, and please vote. Constructive Feedback welcomed.

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On Tuesday of the next week, Amy arrived at my place to do her first day of slavery. I had informed her that as my slave, she would be expected to do some cleaning and other chores. She readily agreed, even agreeing to wear whatever clothing I laid out for her. I had arranged to not be present when she first arrived, leaving a set of instructions on my kitchen counter, and a complete maid’s outfit on the bed in my spare bedroom. What Amy didn’t know was that I had gone through her mom’s clandestine wardrobe, and selected a highly revealing maid’s outfit that her mom had worn to a swinger’s Halloween party several years earlier. I figured that it would take her a couple of hours to do all of the requisite chores, and my note explained that I expected to get back home soon thereafter. She was to wait patiently for my return and inspection of her work. I anticipated though, that she would use the time to follow her curiosity and explore my place, seeing what she could find out about me.

Another thing that Amy was unaware of, but could potentially figure out if she was attentive is that I had placed several internet cameras around my place. I had one in the kitchen, one in the living room, and one in my bedroom. With these cameras, I could monitor anything and everything she did while working in my home. I trusted her completely; I was just curious to see how curious or adventurous she would be when I wasn’t around.

I specifically arranged my schedule so that it would be three to four hours before I could get home. I wanted her to have plenty of time to finish the chores, even though I knew that I would find fault with her work, and therefore would need to punish her. I could still fondly remember several bondage and discipline scenes that her mother and I had played out. And, I was curious to find out just how far Amy might be willing to go in that direction. I had plenty of time to watch the video cams before I needed to head for home, and it was quite fruitful. I got to watch Amy gasp at the barely there uniform I laid out for her, but I was pleased when she quickly stripped and changed into the maid outfit. Even though I had already seen her naked a couple of times, it was ever so exciting to voyeuristically watch her strip her clothes off and don the sexy costume. It was quite revealing when she picked up the maid’s outfit and move over in front of the mirror to put it on. She watched herself in the mirror as she donned the lusty costume, enjoying the need to slide her hands over her own body adjusting the fit of the tight outfit. The black lacy bra with the outfit was completely sheer, and I enjoyed watching massage her nipples through the sheer material of the bra and white blouse.

For the first hour or so, Amy worked away at her chores quite diligently. I watched with lewd intent, enjoying every slutty view I got of her, as she stretched to reach the high places, or bent over to work at floor level. I made a mental note of where to place more cameras, as this could be made quite erotic with a little imagination, and her willingness to follow instructions.

Things got more interesting when Amy started working in my bedroom. She vacuumed, dusted and straightened, but then she paused and contemplated something while staring at my nightstand. Just as I expected, her curiosity kicked in and she moved over to the nightstand. She opened the top drawer, discovering my stash of sex toys, lubes, and magazines. Knowing she was in a male’s bedroom, she smiled broadly as she pulled out a couple of different vibrators from the drawer, clearly realizing that my stash was there for both sexes. I watched as she casually massaged the larger of the two vibrators. It was a bit larger than me, about 10 inches long. Just about the size of Sam, the boy toy she had fucked the previous week. She then laid it on the bed and continued her investigation of my drawer, eventually pulling out a couple of my magazines and leafing through them. Eventually she put the mags back in, but kept the vibrator out. She then moved over to the chest under the on-wall flat screen TV.

Continuing her explorations, she opened the top drawer in the chest and discovered that particular stash of several dozen DVDs, all XXX. None of those included any scenes with either Cindy or Amy’s mom, as I had always kept them in a more secure and safe place. I saw her gasp, clearly surprised, but not shocked, at the sheer quantity of DVDs. She spent several minutes perusing the diverse collection of DVDs, and, interestingly, put several on top of the chest. I was curious as to what subjects had stimulated her interest, but the camera position and angle precluded that. She spent several minutes perusing my collection until she had about five on top of the chest. I watched as she reread the covers of each of her selected DVDs, and then selected one.

I had no clue what video she had selected until the title screen appeared. I was not surprised when I saw that she had selected an all-orgy Gaziantep Gecelik Escort collection. She had told me after our small orgy with her long time girl friend and new roommate how much she enjoyed watching and being watched in sex. Her selection once again reinforced in my mind how much she was like her mother. Her selected video was a compilation of scenes, and as such, had no plot whatsoever. So, within a couple of minutes the screen was filled with three women and three men engaging in an all out orgy. I cared less about what was happening on the screen, but was much more intrigued to see just how far Amy might go.

As the video started, Amy adjusted the pillows on the bed and leaned back, settling in to watch the video. It wasn’t long before Amy’s hand had found its way under her short skirt and into her panty-less crotch. As her right hand massaged some unseen part of her nether region, her left hand busied itself fondling her clearly erect nipples through the thin material of the maid’s blouse. It wasn’t more than a minute before she was pinching her nipples through the white blouse. I could tell that her eyes were fixated on the TV, but her obviously labored breathing hinted to me that she was already quite aroused before the video ever started. As my cock slowly hardened, I continued my voyeuristic observations of my step-daughter/maid/soon-to-be total cum-slut. Soon her legs drifted apart and I could see her fingers working between her engorged pussy lips. While it was pleasurable to watch, the memories it stirred up in me about her mother were painful. Not bad memories; I just missed her. And, even though Amy didn’t quite have the same body as her mother, she was one very hot young lady. I observed her lips moving, making me wish I had the room set up for audio.

As the action on the screen heated up, Amy shed her few clothes. It was apparent to me that she was moaning, clearly getting into her own masturbatory session. Then, she reached over and picked up the dildo. She started stroking it with her hands, and my cock twitched, wishing her hands were around it instead. Her entire body was now writhing on the bed, surprising me with the rate at which she had become fully aroused. I wondered whether she had had some other stimulation prior to arriving at my place.

She then touched the end of the dildo to her left nipple, obviously allowing the vibrations to stimulate her already hard nipples. I watched her move the dildo from nipple to nipple, spending several seconds with each, before moving it again. Then, slowly, she dragged the dildo down the under-slope of her right breast, and across her abdomen, teasing her belly button with the tip of it. She lingered there longer than I expected, and I made a mental note to explore her navel as a possible extra-sensitive erogenous zone. Then she continued the journey of the dildo across her lower abdomen. I watched as it slipped between the folds of her pussy lips, and she flung her head back against the pillow in obvious pleasure.

She then planted her feet on the bed spread wide, and raising her ass from the mattress, she started pounding the dildo into her cunt. She was now writhing on my bed, driving the dildo in and out of her pussy, and shaking her head back and forth on the pillow. Once again, I made a mental note to wire the room for sound, as I was witnessing one of the best solo performances I had ever seen. The next thing I knew, she had collapsed on the bed, clearly spent from a mind-blowing orgasm. If there was any doubt as to the genetic inheritance of the lust gene from my late beloved, her daughter had just proved the case. And I found it amazing that Amy masturbated in a nearly identical way to her mother. Very interesting, I mused. And I wondered what kind of journey we were now launched on. Wherever it took us, I was pretty sure that it would be awesome. That is assuming that when Amy found out the truth about her mother that she could handle it. Or else, she would hate Cindy and me.

I continued to watch, and in about five minutes or so, she finally stirred from the bed. Once she climbed out of bed, she was the industrious little maid, redressing, and then quickly straightening my bedroom, dusting, vacuuming, and all the many chores that were left for her on my list. I was impressed with how quickly and thoroughly she cleaned my place.

So, when I headed for home, even though I had every intent to find fault with her work, I knew it wouldn’t work unless I was completely insincere, as I wasn’t that much of a neat freak. When I got home, I made sure to be loud enough that she would be aware that I was home. I was pleasantly pleased to find her waiting at the door as I entered my home. My very first impression was one of déjà’ vu. Seeing her in the maid outfit emphasized to me just how much she really did look like her mother. The maid outfit that I had selected consisted of an extremely short black skirt that barely covered her crotch, matched with a white button down the front see-thru sleeveless blouse. All of the top buttons above the breast level had been removed, so that it revealed all of her mouth watering cleavage. The black lacy bra did little to cover her breasts, and I could tell that her nipples were enlarged. I couldn’t tell initially, but I was confident that she also was wearing the barely there thong that I had laid out. The four inch black heels showed off her well toned calf muscles.

She curtsied to me as I closed the door, and I took it a good indication of her subservience. But, I took it one step further to test her by commanding her, “Get on your knees, and take out my cock and suck it.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, instantly dropping to her knees in front of me. She unzipped my pants, took out my cock and proceeded to wrap her delectable lips around my hardening shaft. I wrapped my hands around her head and pushed her down hard on my cock. I was pleasantly surprised that she successfully took me all in without gagging. She quickly settled into a great rhythm, and I could feel my balls responding almost instantaneously. I forced her to continue for another minute or two, although I knew she wasn’t fighting it at all. I’m sure she would have sucked me off till I came and swallowed every bit of my cum. But, I wasn’t anywhere close to being ready for my orgasm. We had plenty of play time before that. “Okay, thanks for the welcome home. I think from now on, I should expect that whenever I arrive at home or at your place.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged. Do you intend for me to do it if other people are around? I would, you know, do it if you wanted me to.”

I contemplated the wildness of her proposal, and met her part way. “If you have had sex with the people that are present at any time, then, yes. Except for your husband of course. That wouldn’t be all that cool.”

“Oh, yessir. I like this. I am so lucky to have you as my dad. And Cindy is being way cool with me as well. She’s promised to let me hide in her closet as she plays MILF to an eighteen year old boy she has her sights on.”

I smiled. “That’ll be fun. And the poor boy will never be the same again. And little teeny-boppers will never satisfy him again.”

Amy laughed at my comment. “Somehow, I think you are probably right.”

I changed the subject. “So, how did your first day of being a maid work out? Did you get everything done?”

Amy slipped right into the role. “Oh, yes sir! It is all done. I hope it meets your expectations. Shall I show you what I have done?”

I answered in the affirmative, and she took me through my place and showed me all that she had done, not knowing that I was already fully cognizant of her activities. She was actually quite proud of her accomplishments. And I knew she should be given the amount of time she wasted, or enjoyed, on my bed. Her tour and description of her work was so compelling, I wasn’t completely sure whether or not she was just acting, or had naturally fallen into the role of sub. When the tour was complete, I re-asked her if she had done anything other than cleaning while at my place. Once again she claimed that that was all she had done.

I then firmly took her by her arm and moved her over to the bookshelf in my bedroom where I had hidden my camera. My action was firm and very controlling, although I was quite careful to not harm her. She was quite compliant and responded to my pressure. She gasped in surprise when I pointed to the hidden camera. It was apparent that she fully realized that she had been caught in a lie.

“Oh my gawd!” she screamed. “Did you watch me? I am so sorry. I was so horny when I got here. I had to do something.”

“That does not justify your use of my videos and bed, or lying to me about it. When you are here as my maid, I consider you to be just be a little cum slut that is at my beck and call, and is to obey my every command. Was that not clear to you? And, weren’t you willing to submit to those rules?”

Her gaze was firmly planted on the floor. “Oh, yes sir. I am nothing but a cumslut for you. I am here to do as you wish with me. If you choose to punish me for this, I understand.”

My inner sane self reminded me that Amy and I had not established the safety guidelines for a dom-sub relationship. Now was as good a time as any. “Hmm! That would please me a great deal. But, you and I need to have a serious chat before we move into the full blown cumslut role. We need..”

Amy interrupted me, “Oh, I know, Daddy, we need to establish a safe word and I need to understand that I can use it if I ever feel uncomfortable with the situation. So, my safe word is ‘apple.’ Does that work?”

Once again she had flabbergasted me. My surprise was written all over my face as she laughed and continued. “Just because I haven’t had much sex in my life doesn’t mean I don’t know anything. I’ve watched my share of videos, and I have read 50 Shades, after all. So, if I am to be your well trained cumslut, isn’t it time that you punish me appropriately.”

“You’re right.” I moved over to a chair and sat down. I then told Amy to lay across my thighs. Understanding that she was going to get spanked, Amy obediently lay across my legs presenting her beautiful and delectable ass for my enjoyment. I slid the hem of her short skirt up and over her ass, baring her asscheeks, as her tiny thong covered nothing. They were nice and plump, and smooth, very smooth. I slid my hand across her ass, pausing momentarily as my fingers teased the crack of her ass. I heard a very low moan from her, and I knew that so far, she was enjoying the attention.

I then raised my hand and brought it down lightly on her right cheek, eliciting a slight gasp from her. I figured it was more from surprise than pain, as I had hit her very lightly. I continued to spank her, alternating between cheeks, but keeping the pressure at that level that stung but did not leave marks. After ten strokes for each cheek, I asked her if she was going to break my house rules again. I was more than pleased with her reply.

“If I do, then I know that I will be punished. I assume that my next punishment would be even harsher than this.”

“That it would,” I answered. “But, it seems that that doesn’t faze you, as I expected a full blown ‘No way.'”

“Feel my pussy, and you will understand my response,” she moaned. I slid my hand between her thighs, which she had opened generously to allow me full access. Even with her thong on, her pussy juices had oozed well past that minimal amount of protection. I slipped my fingers under the thin fabric, and then easily into her hungry pussy. Another moan told me how horny she was.

As I fingered her G-spot, I asked her why she was so horny today. I wasn’t all that surprised at her answer.

Between continuing moans, she responded, “Well, Cindy and I chatted this morning on the phone. That was when she promised to let me watch her fuck a kid, you know. Anyway, she also pointed me in the direction of several good porn websites. And I mean really good ones. So, I had an hour to kill before coming over here, and so I went surfing. I ended up watching hot videos for the entire hour, and at Cindy’s suggestion, I avoided masturbating the whole time. She told me I would be soaking wet when you finally got home, and that you would certainly appreciate that.”

“Oh, I do, for sure. So, did she tell you to sneak into my stash and watch my videos?”

“No, of course not. I take full responsibility. I was so horny, and I knew you’d have a stash here someplace. It didn’t take long to find it. Then I couldn’t resist.”

As I continued to finger her G-spot, I started massaging her asshole with my thumb. As I pressed against it, she pushed her ass up off my lap, clearly desirous of the attention she was receiving. As I did this, I wondered whether or not she was an anal virgin. I slipped another finger deep into her pussy and scooped out some of her juices. As I pulled my fingers out of her pussy I slid them up the crack to her asshole. I lingered there, allowing her juices to drip off my fingers and onto her tight little ass. She moaned, and wiggled her ass some more. Once I had her anus nice and slick, I returned my fingers to her g-spot as my thumb probed her now slippery ass.

With a bit of pressure, I forced my thumb past her sphincter. She moaned as my thumb plunged into her ass. I was pleasantly surprised at how much she was enjoying this. But, on the other hand, she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it; this was punishment after all. I reinserted two fingers back into her pussy as my thumb continued to probe her back door. As she writhed on my lap, my cock reached full hardness under her. Her arousal and enjoyment of my dominant behavior created conflict in my mind. She was hot, and my cock said, “Come on, let’s fuck her!” while my devious plan demanded that she be punished and left wanting today. My arousal level was getting hotter and hotter as my mind shot the video of me fucking her in the ass.

I continued to contemplate my dilemma as I fingered her pussy and ass. I expertly raised her arousal levels to where she was desperate for some form of sexual release. Her copious juices combined with the continuous moaning told me how successful I was at maintaining her high level of arousal. I considered stopping right there and tying her up, depriving her of her release. Well, at least for some amount of time.

Even though she knew full well that speaking was unacceptable, the sexual tension finally got to her, and she begged, “Oh, gawd, Daddy! I need to cum. Please!”

Her begging triggered my decision. I pulled my fingers from her pussy, and my thumb from her ass, and then gave her a couple more hard swats on her ass. I then ordered her to lie down on my bed on her back. She did as ordered, and I knew that she expected to be fucked. Standing only a couple of feet from her, I removed my clothing, allowing my raging hard on full freedom. I then knelt on the bed, with my knees next to her face. I reached down and grabbed her forcibly by the back of her head, and pulled her face to my crotch. She willingly opened her mouth allowing me to drive my cock deep into her mouth. I showed little sympathy as I used her face as a fuck toy, pumping it up and down on my cock as if it was one of my rubber strokers, displaying no concern for her pleasure or comfort. It only took a few up and down strokes of her mouth before I could feel the jism building in my balls.

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Breeding

8:45am, Monday morning. Linda sighed happily as she shifted her car into gear. She had just kissed her two children — 7 & 9 — as she dropped them off at school and now she was headed back home.

This is a routine she had become used to over the last few years and she had the whole process down to a fine art. Wake the children & get them dressed, kiss her husband goodbye as he heads to work, feed the children breakfast & bundle them into the car for the drive to school.

This morning had gone like clockwork. But this was no ordinary Monday morning. This was the first Monday morning after the school holidays. And Linda was horny. Very horny.

Her husband had done his best over the last 2 weeks to keep her satisfied. And he did very well. He was a good lover and they had fun together, always driving each other wild. But he was one man only, and one man was never enough for Linda. Ever since her early 20’s when her libido started to really kick-in, she had been insatiable. Boyfriends couldn’t keep up with her. Many had in fact left her, and she had left just as many, over sex — either their unwillingness to keep going or her disenchantment with their lack of ability.

It wasn’t until she met Andrew that she knew any sort of satisfaction. Andrew recognised what she was straight away — a beautiful woman with a super-charged sex drive that outstripped most any male on the planet. Or at least any male she had met.

Andrew recognised that he was not able to keep her sexually happy alone, and very early on pitched the idea of no-strings-attached extra partners for Linda. Linda was hesitant at first, not knowing what was behind Andrew’s suggestion. Was he going the way of so many men before him and leaving her because he simply couldn’t keep up and her demands for sex were killing him?

Andrew assured her this was not the case. He was not leaving her. No way. “I love you Linda. I love spending time with you and I want a future with you. But I also know what you are and that no one man can satisfy you. I’m simply saying if one man can’t do it alone, maybe 2 … or 3 can!?”

Linda smiled to herself recalling the conversation 11 years later. Now at 33, Linda was in her sexual prime. Her already high sex drive had actually got more powerful as years moved on. She always kept it in control though and lived by two simple rules very strictly. One: No cheating. Andrew knew everything she did, before she did it. Sneaking off and doing something without his knowledge was a no-no. Two: keep it hidden from the children. They did not need to know their mother was a slut.

Linda liked that word — slut. She used it to describe herself often and she wore it like a badge of honour, believing that she was one of the lucky ones who got to embrace her sexual side fully. If that made her a slut, so be it.

Linda waved to the other mothers dropping off young children at school as she headed back out. “If only they knew what I have planned for today. Not sure they’d be so cheery with me…” Andrew had suggested, and Linda was all too keen to agree, that Linda Gaziantep Fetiş Escort line up some fun for herself for the Monday after the children were back at school. And so it was. Linda had got to work over the weekend, lining herself up a group of studs to gangbang her. Andrew’s only stipulation was that it had to be recorded since he could not participate.

Linda rubbed her pussy through her panties as she drove. She was expecting company at 9:30am. It was 9:00am as she pulled into her driveway. “Just enough time to change clothes and get everything ready” she thought to herself.

Linda slipped out of the sweats she had worn for the drive to school and into nice white lace set of thong panties and bra. Sizing herself in the mirror, she was as happy with what was staring back at her as any 33-year-old mother of two could be. No woman is ever completely happy with how they look, but Linda knew that her body was desirable. 5’5″ tall, shoulder-length auburn hair, 34c breasts, and just enough padding on her body to be curvy in all the right places but not to be considered fat. She slipped a sexy little robe on over the top and fixed her makeup & hair.

She had just finished applying a fresh coat of ruby red lipstick when she heard a car pull up in front of the house, followed by another. Looking out the front window she saw Jay, Michael, & six other men approaching the front door — all of them black.

Linda slipped on her heels and opened the door. 8 wide grins greeted her and she smiled back. She was now very, very horny!

“Hey girl. How’s my slut doing? I’ve missed that fine pussy & ass of yours.” Jay was always a smooth talker she thought to herself. He was actually quite a sweet guy. He was her first black man, 9 years ago, and held a special place in her heart. “I’m so glad the kids are back in school and we can have some fun again.” She reached her face up and gave Jay a deep wet kiss. She did this to all the guys — even the two she hadn’t met until this morning.

“God I am so fucking horny. If I don’t get a cock in me in the next 30 seconds I am going to explode!” she said as she dropped the robe from her shoulders. The men were now undressing as they arranged themselves in the living room. Michael popped up and said “nobody puts a cock in Linda until I’ve eaten.” Linda knew this was the way Michael liked it. From the first time she hooked up with Michael, he’d fallen in love with her “table-grade, good-eatin’ pussy!” as he affectionately called it.

Linda set herself down on the lounge and Michael was between her legs in a flash, pulling her panties to the side and quickly burying his tongue in her sopping wet pussy. Two other guys knelt on the lounge on either side of Linda and presented their very hard cocks to her. Linda alternated sucking the two cocks as Michael’s tongue swiped and swatted all in & all over her pussy.

Linda let out a long contented moan. “This is where I belong,” she thought to herself, “surrounded by hard cocked men.” Any man that fucked Linda on a regular basis knew of Andrew’s rules of filming anything he was not involved in, so when one of the guys saw the video camera sitting on a side table, he picked it up and started filming. Linda would occasionally look into the camera and play up to it — winking, making eye contact, blowing kisses and smiling into the lens as it captured her in her element.

Jay tagged Michael out from between Linda’s legs and lined up his 8 inches of thick hard black cock with her pussy and slowly slid in. Linda’s eyes rolled back as she came for the first time that day. Jay stroked her pussy long & slow for a few minutes and then picked up the pace, giving Linda her first good hard fucking for someone other than her husband. She moaned and cried out “yes, fuck me!” between slobbering over cocks presented to her mouth. The guys all alternated between her pussy and mouth for a few minutes each, putting Linda in different positions. The video camera was passed through different sets of hands as each man took a turn at being sucked or fucking.

When Jay had the camera he had Linda talk into it, “What’s happening here girl?” “Oooo I’m getting fucked! God I love cock! I miss this so much when I can’t have it. It’s so great to have this much cock around me again.. Oooo yeah — fuck me good!” “You like that black cock fucking you baby?” “I love it. It feels so fucking good. More!”

The bottle of lube was retrieved from the side table and one of the guys greased up his hard black cock. He then used his slick fingers to loosen up Linda’s ass a little. Sitting himself down on the lounge, he pointed his cock straight up in the air and invited Linda to have a seat. The camera focused on the scene, Linda looked directly into the lens as her asshole slowly lowered and spread open on the black cock.

Linda slowly bounced herself up and down on the cock in her ass, getting used to it the thick invasion, then picked up the pace. Again, cock was offered to her mouth which she greedily sucked in, wrapping her arms around the black man’s ass to steady herself.

Linda then heard one of the guys say “Open up & lean back girl…” as he appeared in front of her, ready to make her air-tight. Linda did as he asked and was soon feeling the immense pleasure of having both her holes filled with cock. She moaned and screamed and hung onto the man fucking her pussy for dear life as multiple, continuous orgasms wracked her body.

Men being men and stroking their cocks as they watched the hot action going on, some were ready to cum before others. Whenever one was ready, he would point his cock at Linda’s face. Linda’s mouth was open as cum was shot into it, coating her tongue and streaking across her face. The man fucking her pussy couldn’t hold anymore and fired his load deep inside her. He was quickly replaced by another equally hard and long cock, while his cock would be sucked completely clean by Linda’s very willing mouth.

This continued on for about an hour & a half before all the men had cum and a break was called. Linda was now a mess. Cum was streaked over her face and was also oozing from both her pussy & asshole. She leaned back and ran her hands over her body, rubbing the cum into her skin and occasionally licking her fingers and just basking in the glow of feeling very well fucked and knowing she still had a good 4 hours of sex coming.

Linda took the opportunity to slip into the bathroom and shower. The guys that had to leave, did. The others either sat & watched ESPN on Linda & Andrew’s big flat screen, or slipped into the kitchen for a drink.

Linda and Andrew trusted their regular guys to keep anybody new in line and respect their house. There had been times when guys that were brought along to partake in pleasuring Linda took liberties they shouldn’t have. They were quickly either brought into line or told in no uncertain terms that the best thing for them would be to leave and not think about coming back. Linda’s regular guys knew they were on a good thing and weren’t going to let anybody spoil it.

Linda finished showering and dried herself off. She dried & brushed her hair and retouched her lipstick. Next she slipped on her “fuck me” black leather knee boots and checking her reflection, strolled back out into the living room. She was happy to see that she still had a roomful of men at her disposal. 3 of the original guys had left but they had been replaced by 2 new guys — Frank & Tony, 2 Italians. They had both been partners of Linda’s for years and being first cousins, were nearly always together.

Linda greeted her new guests in the same way she greeted all her men, with a deep French kiss. Frank’s kiss was accompanied by Linda undoing and dropping his pants, sitting him on a lounge chair and impaling herself on his cock. Linda started riding Frank while Tony slipped his hardening cock into her mouth. Once fully hard, Tony slipped behind Linda, and guided his cock into her pussy next to Frank’s. Linda screamed “Yes!” and stuck her tongue into Frank’s mouth as both man pounded their cocks into Linda’s pussy full-force.

The tightness of Linda’s pussy with 2 cocks in it, and Linda’s constant wailing and pleading to fuck her harder meant both men didn’t last very long before they both fired Linda’s pussy full of cum. Linda dismounted the two cocks and cupping her hand under her cunt, pushed the combined cum out.

After that it was more of the same for the next 3 hours. Three more different men showed up and each got to fuck Linda at least twice. Linda loved the attention and was one well fucked lady by the time she needed the hustle the remaining men out and get ready to pick up her children from school again.

3:00pm, Monday afternoon. Waving at the same moms she saw that morning who dropped their children at school, she smiled thinking “I’ve just had more orgasms in one day than any of you would probably have in a month. You poor things!” Her pussy and ass had that lovely dull ache they got after a thorough workout, and even though she had brushed her teeth before leaving, Linda still had a slight lingering taste of semen in her mouth.

That night, she slid into bed with her husband and they made love as they watched the video of her gangbang today. Happiness radiated from her as she gently drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man she loved.

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When i was in 8th grade I started to hang out at my best friend’s house. I had known him since pre-school and we were real close. His mom is a cute older woman. She is about 5’4 with short, shoulder length, brown hair, 36c tits and an average body. She only really has one problem she is really annoying. She enjoys talking and usually annoys us when she talks because it is about stupid stuff.

I dealt with it all through middle school and high school. Me and my friend finally were about to graduate high school. Both of us were 18 and eager to get out into the real world. Neither of us had had sex before, not because of lack of opportunity but because we were kinda shy and afraid of being caught. However we had plans to rent an apartment after we graduated and then start to experiment. I however, got my first action in his very house.

I am a tall red head, with a cute smile and very well built. I was with the same girl all through high school but had never gotten past kissing her. She was beautiful but we never really had the opportunity to do anything sexually, because my parents are always home and she is one of seven kids so we were barely alone.

One day I was at my house when I received a phone call from my friend’s mom, Janet. She needed help with some house work and wanted to know if i would help her. I agreed to since I knew her husband and my friend were out on a college visit. I headed over dressed Gaziantep Yabancı Escort like a scrub expecting to do work in the yard or something. Little did I know what she had in store for me.

I walked up to the front door and rang the door bell, Janet answered in a towel as she had just gotten out of the shower. I had always had a crush on her and the sight of her still damp and in a towel gave my dick a rise. She said she had some work for me in the bedroom moving some old furniture. She explained what she wanted to do and I got to work. Then to my amazement she turned and got dressed right in front of me. She had her back to me but i still got a raging hard-on from the site of her ass and bare back.

After she was dressed and I had finished moving the furniture we went outside and did some yard work. It was a hot day in July and we both got pretty sweaty. When we were done she brought me in for some lemonade. We got to talking and she asked if I wanted to take a shower to cool down. I said sure not thinking anything of it since I had showered many times there before.

I went to the bathroom and started to undress, suddenly the door opened and in walked Janet! I was already naked and covered up in shock. “Here is a. . . OH WOW. . . towel.” She just stared at my naked body as I tried to cover my growing cock. I had trouble with this though because I am very well hung. She eyed me cock and started to lick her lips. I suddenly realized she wanted to have my 8 inch cock. I start to move my hands to show her my huge cock. She slowly started to walk towards me her eyes fixed on my boner.

“You like my cock?” I asked. “Oh God yes, Ben, It the biggest I have ever seen!” she said very dreamy-like. “You want to play with it, Mrs.” “Please call me Janet,” she cut in, “and yes I would love to play with your beautiful cock and shove it down my throat.”

With that she kneeled in front of my and took off her shirt. She ran her hands across my dick which sent shivers up my spine. She started to kiss the head of my cock before taking the first 3 inches in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my cock and jerked off the rest of it with her hand. She slowly stuffed more of it down her mouth till I felt my dick against the back of her throat. She had almost my whole dick in her mouth before she started to bob up and down on it. I reached down and started to guide her head up and down my long shaft. I was about to explode. “Oh God Janet! I am gonna cum!” “Give it to me Ben! Shoot your load in my mouth!” she said between sucks. She stared into my eyes as they glazed over and I started to unload my first batch of cum down her throat. I sent a few more shoots down her throat before I pulled out and finished cumming on her face.

She stood up and cleaned off. I walked over to her and we start to kiss, our tongues deep in each others mouths. I reached around and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor and I got my first glimpse of her beautiful breasts. I started to kiss her neck and made my way down to her tits. I sucked in one of her nipples and started to suck it. It became very hard in my mouth. With my hands I started to undo her pants before pulling both her jeans and her panties down. She noticed my dick was hard again and said, “Sit on the toilet and I’ll show you a real good time.”

I rushed to the toilet and sat down she walked over sexually and straddled me, my dick sticking in her ass crack. She kissed me deeply before swiftly grabbing my dick and shoving it in her pussy. She started to ride my huge dick. She was tight and I found out later she hadn’t had sex for a long time. As she rode me she moaned so loud I thought the neighbors could hear her. Suddenly her body tensed up as she began to cum. The feeling of her pussy clamping down on my dick sent me over the top, as I shot my load deep into her hot pussy. “Fill me with your cum Ben!” she yelled. “Oh god Janet! YESSSS BABY!” I yelled as I shot the last of my load into her pussy. She leaned against my chest panting as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

We made our way to the bedroom and cuddled in her bed. She began to talk about stupid stuff and started to annoy me. Being a little bolder now I told her to shut the fuck up and suck my dick, which she did willingly and after I cam down her throat again we feel asleep blissfully in each others arms.

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Ass

Working as a pharmacist in a chemist shop, I was constantly asked to apply my first-aid knowledge to minor cuts and bruises. Being trained in that field also meant the doctors surgery next door would often send people to me rather than going through the rigmarole of filling forms in and to keep down unnecessary costs to them. This practise over spilled to my home life also, often I found myself the first person advice was sort from before a doctor or hospital was needed to get involved.

This suited me as my house could get lonely sometimes what with my sons both moving on and the once large family house now being used as an unused place where kids could run around. Some of my close neighbours and friends in fact became so familiar with me that mostly I was able to treat more complicated ailments; often a phone call to my doctor would have me diagnosing and treating quite complicated procedures.

One family living just a few houses from me seemed to be here more than most. The mother was a one-parent person around my age, she had three children, all from different fathers and in the early days, the cold and their lack of heating meant that it seemed always one or more were coming around for something. Becoming friendly with the mother, she was often around here asking my advice as to where she had gone wrong. All still young teenagers the eldest daughter was pregnant and still at school, the son was involved with drugs and I was forever seeing police cars pulling up a their house.

Not wanting to interfere, I did help the youngest with her baby. A lovely little boy and I was simple glad when she would come around for some advice, warmth or have me baby-sit her boy while she went out alone.

The middle kid was a girl, beautifully attractive and knowing it, was clever enough to stay out of trouble most of the time. She would sit alone with me many nights also, expecting to go on to university she was interested in anything medical, so was always asking me questions. Helping her nightly with her studies, I was as pleased as her mother when she picked up enough grades to go on to university. Although a sad day for us all really, the eldest had already married and was on baby number three. The son had gone and was living in some down and out place in the middle of town. So, when Jennie left for university there was both happiness and tears from us all as she waved us goodbye from the train station.

I was still getting other friends around for help and Jennie’s mother was constantly around, usually just to tell me how her three kids were doing and especially Jennie who apparently was doing very well and was soon off to a medical college. Before that though and having three months off she did not do a great deal with herself. Daily she would come to me and this time I was able to learn from her as a lot had changed since I had last studied some twenty-five years ago now.

Growing into a lovely confident young woman, I was almost as proud as her mother must have been and needed to stare long and hard at my son as he met her here once and couldn’t keep his eyes of her. I was with someone at the time, although only casual but this particular evening she caught me as I was getting ready to go out. My date wasn’t anything to serious, a friend really although taking time to dress I did tell her that I would probably not be coming home until the morning.

Knowing that was the first time I thought something was strange as she never mentioned one thing about who he was or anything. It went as far in fact with her leaving rather abruptly and ignoring my son as though he didn’t exist. We had a laugh about it at the time as his confidence had just been knocked for six.

Her attitude did change though towards me and I tried hard to put a very awkward question to her mother. Going about it in a long way she was also aware that Jennie had never mentioned a boyfriend before. Telling me that it was strange also, her best friend at university although not achieving sufficient grades to go on to medical school was none the less going to live over near Jennie’s new address. We had both put two and two together at the same time, which made Kathy, Jennie’s mother very annoyed and wanted to go and confront her daughter. She had a wild temper and knowing how that confrontation would go I succeeded in calming her down. Although with Jennie doing all she could to avoid me, telling her mother to stay in my home I thought up a feeble excuse to go and confront Jennie around at her house.

Was it any of my business I thought to myself as I rung on her doorbell. Knowing she was in alone and able to see it was me at the door, it was the third time I rung on it before she came to answer it. Leaving the door open and without a word spoken she walked up to her room knowing I was going to follow her up. I had not been there for years, the last time she was young and the place was a mess. This time however it was decorated out beautifully, as we sat on her bed; I tried to ask her Gaziantep Fetiş Escort whether everything was ok with her. Shrugging her shoulders her mood was very subdued as I tried to get to the bottom of why she had gone into her shell.

At the same time, inviting her to a non-existent party with my boyfriend and my son I noticed a picture of a young women in a frame on her dressing table. Without answering me, I stood up, held the picture frame, and in silence waited to hear whether there was anything she wanted to tell me.

“Why are you here Pat, and where is mum?” She asked, her voice showing concern as she took the frame from my hands.

“She is around my place Jennie, she wanted to come and confront you; however I have told her to wait there.” Complete silence as I looked at her staring into the picture frame.

“Is she annoyed, are you annoyed Pat?”

“Your mum is fuming, however let’s go and see her to talk it over nicely.” I answered, my voice as calm as could be expected under the circumstances.

The poor girl seemed in shock as I cuddled her closely on the short walk to my house. Breaking down in tears, facing Kathy was the best thing that could have happened as her mother hugged her baby while I thought it better I leave them.

Some ten long minutes past, before I heard footsteps come down the hallway. Jennie was smiling, her eyes red and sore as she told me her mum was OK and wondered why I had left them both. Telling her I had made a pot of tea, we went back to the lounge where at least we were able to talk it over like civilised adults. Kathy hoped it was just a passing phase in her life. I told them that I did also, and when she gets to her medical school then things will change.

Still never close to Jennie again, I did become closer to her mother though. We were both alone together and so started spending nights out. All perfectly harmless, the odd occasion when some men would chat to us would often end quickly as I still had my occasional boyfriend for my fun and didn’t need to complicate things more. She had told me of her daughters split with that girl she was seeing, and although Kathy was full of sympathy to her daughter, she was however relieved it was over.

Over the coming months little was said of Jennie, she wasn’t keeping in contact with her mother as much and had the two of us worried. I didn’t show much concern, just shrugged it of telling Kathy that work does get very intense before the years end and so she is probably hard at work studying. Knowing I was telling a lie my eldest son who is also a junior doctor studied at the same school where Jennie was studying. Over conversation once with my sons I brought her up and told him of my concern for her.

My eldest boasted of knowing all the places the students went to in the evenings although when I mentioned that she might be frequenting the gay bars he did become very silent. Asking my other son whether he wanted to go looking for her, they both told me that they would go and find her for me. Darren knew what she looked like and so the following weekend I stayed by the phone hoping for a call from them.

Telling them I would be up all night, I sat rooted to the phone as the evening turned into morning but still the phone didn’t ring. I was asleep in my bed when finally it rung and my sons were both at a gay bar where they had seen her with a group of women. Tired, relieved though I was able to sleep peacefully knowing no harm had come to her. It wasn’t until the next day when my son came around and told me the facts that I really did get worried. The once beautiful Jennie was now completely different and my youngest told me that she was obviously into drugs as the place they found her in was a haven for it.

Feeling scared now I felt I had an obligation over her and without telling either of my sons or her mother I drove down the following night to that club. Alone, I was welcomed in and although it was early, I felt very uncomfortable as people from both sexes were eyeing me up and probably wondering what I was doing there alone. I didn’t care as I sat alone in a darkened corner looking at everyone coming in as the club slowly filled.

A group of loud women suddenly came walking in, they were dirty looking, some older than me and had obviously been drinking elsewhere earlier. In the middle was Jennie, her beauty still shining through, yet her nicely groomed hair looking matted and dirty and I had never seen her without her face made up in public. Smoking and laughing with the others my body was boiling over as I tried to refrain myself. A woman, dirty and older than me pulled her close and crudely planted a kiss on her lips. Even though Jennie responded, it hurt me to see it, so much so that I went into the group of them and physically pulled her from them.

She was somewhere else and didn’t even recognise me as she staggered and smiled into my eyes. Thinking I was with her party, she even tried to plant a kiss on my face as I quickly pulled her face from mine. With jeers from her friends, I marched her from the club; she didn’t resist and was in no position to either as I took her out into the coldness of the cool night.

Taller than me she cuddled around my neck as I tried to walk in a straight line with her. Still not knowing who I was we finally came to rest at a deserted park bench. Sitting her down I wanted desperately to brush her hair and bring the beauty back into her looks yet as I touched her I was simply greeted with a submissive cuddle from her. I was dressed for the cold night Jennie had barely a skimpy tee shirt and jeans on though as I tried to wrap my topcoat around her for warmth. Whatever she had taken began to wear off, tired now she looked at me for the first time and was able to recognise who I was.

Looking around worriedly she asked what was I doing there. Assuring her, I was only there to help her and that her mother didn’t know, I saw her eyes fill with water as she cried uncontrollably on my shoulder. Knowing the pain she was suffering I was unable to control myself also as we cuddled up, without words we seemed to just feel so at ease together. I was shivering, Jennie must have been more so as we pulled ourselves up from the park bench and slowly she took me back to her flat.

It was a dirty place and while she slept, I cleaned it from top to bottom for her, silently and when she finally woke up, I was sitting by her bed exhausted having never closed my eyes all that night. She was a changed person, had fallen out of college with no way back, the past couple of months had found this group of friends that meant more to her than anything else. Telling me also that she was happy and that no way was she ever going home to her mother again.

That first night I stayed dirty but dressed as I slept alone on the couch while she stayed in her bed. Home wasn’t that far away and I could have gone there to get some changes of clothing. However, Jennie was penniless and so thought up an idea where we both get some new clothing together, that way at least I knew she would have some new stuff. It turned out to be a lovely day and it was nice to be able to get home to her place so as to try them on. After a much- needed bath, I felt good going back into the living room, clean and sporting a super soft towelling robe. She made me buy some exotic underwear sets for myself and felt embarrassed when she asked me to put them on. Even more so, when she handed them to me, before doing so she carefully picked out the gusset of the panties and planted a long kiss on them.

I didn’t realise how skimpy they were with the gusset almost cutting a parting to split my labia as I cheekily modelled them for her benefit. Seeing me topless and with a piece of nothing more than a satin string to hide my modesty changed the whole situation. Her voice changed from one of laughter to one of seriousness as she approached me. Making me a little nervous, I suddenly wondered what was happening as she knelt down before me. Before I could stop her, she had the backs of my legs in her grasp and pulled me towards her. Kissing the front of my panties, I could feel her lips on my sensitive pussy. It did feel nice, however reluctantly I had to stop her. Lifting her off her knees, I held her hands, kissed her but told her not to be foolish.

We stayed in that flat a while and each day I seemed to be able to make her feel increasingly confident in making the journey home. Nakedness by now was becoming common and at least I was safe in that she hadn’t made any more passes towards me.

Sleeping happily on the couch one evening though, I was suddenly awoken by laughter from Jennie. It felt very late and I was disappointed she had brought someone home with her. Up until then she seemed to be doing well, although not at college I thought I was reforming her and almost ready to take her home to her mother. Trying to cover my ears their talk was disgusting me and I got offended when she told her friend that I was just some do-gooder trying to put her back on the straight and narrow. Hearing Jennie’s friend giggle as she whispered something I couldn’t pick out, Jennie laughed and obviously referring to my sexual likes told her I was straight. Hearing them kissing the last recognisable sentence I heard from them was her friend telling Jennie that it was a shame.

Although pitch black in the room I could hear and imagine every noise and movement from them. Having been reading most of the night I too was in a very mellow state, which was heightened as I could hear and imagine the pair of them exciting each other. After Jennie had commented on my nakedness the other evening, I went out to buy just about the most sexless pack of pyjamas I could find. I had never worn leggings to bed yet felt they were appropriate and while she didn’t mind parading her nakedness around the flat she was soon to realise that I did.

I hadn’t a clue what they were doing, they were making love though as I could hear the sighs and murmurs from them. Quietly loosing the cord of my leggings, I slipped my hand down to cup my shaved pussy. My labia opened effortlessly while sliding a finger or two inside and hearing the pair of them, I was suddenly getting myself off to the sound of their sex. I believed by the noises around the room that I was the first to climax, in complete silence my mind must have been beyond there’s as I calmly brought myself off listening to her friend mainly, groan and moan to Jennie’s touches. They must have been quiet, as I had relaxed myself sufficiently to be able to sleep my way through their erotic tones.

It was later than normal when I woke up, after a few seconds I realised we had company though, so adjusting my pyjamas, warm, I threw the heavy duvet off me. Decently dressed for that time of the morning I was surprised that Jennie’s friend wasn’t with us. She had gone; Jennie’s money and bankcards had also disappeared with her friend, as I was speechless in trying to console her. Luckily for Jennie, her bankcards were useless anyway and the small amount of money missing made the pain of being duped much easier to bear for her. I gave her the money she had lost and although she wanted a telling off for being so gullible I was on her side all the while and never said anything bad about her choice of friends.

We got into the same rut as before, I wanted her to go home, and she was bordering on saying yes although meeting her friends changed everything. Again, she went down the same road, this time however even I needed to give up on her. I had lived at her place long enough without any success so leaving on good terms I told her that if she didn’t want her mother to know anything then I was always there for her.

Deep down she was a lovely kid and over the coming weeks, I missed her not being around me. Seems I am at my best only when helping others. It seems all my life I have helped others, my sons for instance and then her, now though my life was simple, going about its everyday routine.

Early one morning, still dark I was suddenly awoken by the blue flashing light of a police car in the street below. Being so close I was in the middle of putting my wrap on when there was a knock at the door. Frightened now, knowing it was the police, all manner of things flashed through my mind as I hurriedly went downstairs to answer the door. There standing at it was a WPC, leaning against a wall a very drunk, bedraggled Jennie. The police had found her walking the streets near her university and decided to bring her to the only address she would give rather than arrest her.

The poor love was in a state as the WPC tried in vain to give us a lecture with me worried about the state of her. Yes, yes, yes, was all I could say as I closed the door in her face with Jennie barely conscious, leaning on to me, her head buried quietly into my nape. Obviously still the worse for drink I didn’t want her in my living room; the spare room wasn’t made up so cautiously we went slowly up the stairs to my bedroom. Giggling and happy to herself I managed to get her on the bed, she needed a bath but I think she might have drowned that night, so with her helping me I discarded her filthy clothes. Naked, I swung her body around on to the bed and tried my hardest to make her comfortable before leaving her alone to sleep.

That and a few uncomfortable hours on my couch had me awake early and going about my business as usual knowing it would be hours before she woke up. Unable or unwilling more like I ordered some groceries to be delivered, knowing her liking for food I had a nice meal here waiting for whenever she awoke and was ready to eat.

In all the time I had known her she had never been upstairs in my house and wondered whether I should call out to her when hearing the floorboards creek, telling me she was awake. The room was littered with my belongings, with the walls covered with pictures of my boys and me, so I knew that when she became focused would realise what house she had slept in.

Hearing her come down the stairs I stayed seated in the settee expecting her to come in to me. She didn’t, as I heard the tap go on and cupboards opening as she was no doubt looking for a glass. It seemed ages as I looked over my shoulder a dozen times before I sensed her walk into the living room behind me. Completely naked, her body looked abused, her face painfully roar and swollen and without a single word of an explanation sat down in an armchair facing me.

Her filthy body, covered in tattoos and jewellery hanging from her navel and one of her boobs. Her body though as lovely as ever as she gave me an embarrassed greeting before dinking down the large glass of water. I stayed silent, never wanting to condone her ways, neither to tell her whether she had done wrong. I was glad she was back home though, even though she did not intend to let her mother know. Here at my house I did have some control though and would have put my foot down if things went wrong. Knowing everything was going to be fine, I went to the kitchen to prepare her favourite meal.

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Dee and I were roommates during our freshman year at college. The room we shared was small. Dee’s bed was on the right from the door to the hall in the girl’s dorm, and across from it was the door to the small bathroom. Next to that was my wardrobe, and then my bed, diagonally across from Dee’s bed. There was a window at the foot of my bed, and the desk across from it, next to Dee’s wardrobe. We were both shy at first, getting to know each other. I remember the flannel pajamas I wore each night. I would change into them from my school uniform in the bathroom and then slip under the covers.

Neither Dee nor I went on dates and on Friday nights, when the other girls were out; we would light candles and sit on the floor and drink a bottle of wine and talk. That’s how we got closer as the semester wore on. We talked about girly stuff and we soon discovered that neither of us had a real boyfriend. Dee was wistful when we talked about boys, and I think she really wanted to have a boyfriend. All the boys I had met were jerks, I thought, and anyway I preferred to think about my studies and have wine with Dee on Fridays.

It was on such a Friday that Dee suddenly grew quiet. She looked at me and bit her lip.

“Kerry,” she said, “can I ask you a question?” I nodded and sipped my wine.

“It’s just that…” She hesitated. “Have you ever, you know, heard noises from my bed at night?”

My eyes grew wider. I had tried not to hear, but several times I had thought I heard Dee breathing hard. And other little sounds, too, that made me think that she was secretly touching herself under her blanket. I nodded again, and I think I blushed.

Dee was blushing, too. She whispered, “do you mind? I mean the noises?”

I shook my head. I felt like I should say something but I couldn’t. All I could do was stare at Dee’s face in the candlelight.

“I only wanted to—oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”

I shook my head again. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I said in a small voice. “I… I know what you are doing, Dee.”

She giggled and put her hand to her mouth. “It’s just, it’s just that I sometimes want to make more noise.” She had a worried look on her face, like I might think what she was doing was disgusting.

“I don’t mind,” I stammered. And then we both looked down, our faces burning. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I actually asked you,” mumbled Dee. We were both so embarrassed. And then we started giggling and couldn’t stop.

That night I heard Dee’s breathing change. I froze in my bed. I heard her moan softly and then the sound of her blanket being drawn away. Her breaths grew faster and faster and then ragged. I heard her say “ohhhh… yes, yes, yeessss” and then she drew a sharp breath and held it. My eyes were wide, but of course I could not see because Dee faced the other way in her bed, which was diagonally across the room from mine. But even if I could have seen her, I wouldn’t have turned my head. I just lay there and listened as Dee gave a series of quick breaths that grew slower and slower. Then I heard her pull her blanket over herself again and snuggle into it. My heart was pounding, and I was suddenly aware of how my breasts felt against the material of my ridiculous pajamas. It was a long time before I finally fell asleep.

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Over the next weeks, I heard Dee masturbating in her bed almost every night. We never spoke about it again; but we had drawn closer. It seemed that we were sharing more, and that we were more relaxed around each other. Dee was getting louder and louder at night, too. She started talking more, mostly “yes, yes,” or “please, yes, please,” and “touch me there, please, it feels so good.” And sometimes, when I listened to Dee’s excited breathing and the little rubbing sounds, I slipped my hand into my pajama bottoms and touched myself. It was sexy listening to Dee.

Dee didn’t bother going into the bathroom to change any more; and instead of her pajamas, she just wore panties and a little camisole. I would look up from a book to see her small, lithe form. She was skinnier than I: her legs were long and smooth, and her breasts small and pert. I didn’t mind my curves, and liked the weight and softness of my breasts. But her boyish shape and narrow hips, which seemed so different from mine, fascinated me.

I even considered sleeping the other way in my bed, to be able to see her bed, but I didn’t dare because I didn’t want her to think that I was watching her. Still, one night when Dee was making noises again, “yes, yes, please, just there, just like that, Gaziantep Yabancı Escort please please,” I could not help myself and I turned around to look. To my surprise I saw that Dee’s face was turned toward me. She smiled a little, and then her look became concentrated. But she did not look away. I saw her legs, spread wide, and one arm moving quickly. Her other hand was caressing her breasts through the camisole top. Her lips were parted and she was panting. She held my gaze as she came. Then she slowly closed her eyes and smiled. She was glowing. I turned back in my bed. Hot and cold waves were running up and down my body, and my fingers were sliding down toward my pussy.

That Friday, as we were sitting down on the floor, and I was uncorking the wine bottle, Dee said, “that was so hot, you looking at me when I came.” She blew out the match with which she had been lighting the candles. And then she broke down giggling. I blushed, but I thought that it had been hot, too. Really hot; and I felt that heat now between my legs as I was pouring the wine. “Yes, it was hot” I said in a small voice. Liking my new-found confidence, I added a little louder, “I liked it when you, you know, looked me in the eyes.” Dee beamed and exclaimed, “that’s so hot!” and she grabbed the glass of wine from me and took a swig.

We stayed up late that night, talking and laughing. When at last the candles had burned down, I got up and stretched. “Time for bed,” I announced. I smiled at Dee and pirouetted and headed into the bathroom. When I came out in just my panties and a t-shirt, Dee had cleaned up the glasses and bottle, but lit some new candles and put them on the sideboard next to her bed. She was lying on her bed, and she was naked, her hands covering her crotch. I stared for a moment, and she blushed. Then she reached out and caught my hand.

“Please,” she said. Then she bit her lips and finally whispered, “will you watch?” She squeezed my hand a little firmer, like she was afraid that I would let go of her.

I nodded, a little stunned, but I moved to the foot of her bed, releasing her hand. I knelt down, my right arm on the bed, near her feet. She put her one hand to her mouth and blushed. She took a deep breath. She looked straight at me. Then she slowly spread her legs, until they were open wide before me. My gaze dropped. Her pussy was glistening. “You’re beautiful, Dee,” I mumbled. I felt like I was someone else, like I had entered a track that ran parallel to my real life, my usual behavior. It all didn’t seem to matter, and even though the thought of what was happening flashed in my mind, I couldn’t focus on it. All I knew was that Dee’s slender, trembling fingers were slowly tracing the inside of her thighs toward her glowing, beautiful sex. Her hand cupped her pussy for a moment and I saw her back arch a little. Then Dee pulled her hand up and her finger slipped between her shiny pussy lips. I drew in air sharply, because I had been holding my breath, and Dee glanced up at me. Her finger moved up and down, through the folds of her pussy, gentle but eager.

I was mesmerized, staring at Dee’s beautiful pussy. Her pubic hair was not just trimmed, but Dee had shaved it, except for a tuft on her mons. The lines of her thighs as they ran into her ass and pelvis were perfect. Her pussy seemed to rise from her body toward me a little. It was smooth and wonderful. I marveled at Dee’s labia which were large and peeked out, even when Dee wasn’t spreading herself as she was now. It was so hot to see Dee’s finger dip into her sex and look for those magical spots inside her. When she pulled her finger out again and it was wet and shiny, I shuddered and trembled and my own pussy turned liquid. I felt a fleeting urge to lick and suck her wet finger, to taste her. Unconsciously I pressed my hands against between my legs.

My eyes were glued to Dee’s pussy. She was pulling her glistening finger up now, parting her labia, opening herself slowly. When she reached the peak, she pulled back the skin and I let out a small gasp as her clit appeared. It looked bigger than mine, pink and soft. “Oh, Dee,” I whispered. She moaned and started rubbing her clit in little circular motions with her finger. Her other hand moved up and it was pinching and caressing her breasts. When I looked up at Dee’s face, I saw that she was looking at me, watching me as intently as I was watching her. She moaned again, louder, and started whispering, “oh, yes… yes, please, please…,” like she usually did. Her finger on her clit was moving much faster now, and she was spreading her legs even wider, pushing her pelvis up. It was like she wanted me to see, to show me even more.

“Dee, I am watching you,” I whispered. She gasped and rubbed her clit harder for a just a second longer and then her whole body shook. She let out a loud moan that rose into almost a scream. Her hand was pulling at her pussy, which seemed suddenly to be dripping with lust and juices. And then she collapsed, trembling, and shudder ran through her body. She gently cupped her sex in her hand. “Oh, yes, yes” she whispered between her breaths, which were still fast and deep, and her eyes were closed.

I was breathing hard, too, watching her. My hand was still between my legs, but now it was pressing against my soft labia through the damp material of my panties, hot and sticky under my fingers. Dee’s eyes were closed and I moved my hands up to my breasts, cupping them. They were incredibly sensitive. I loved feeling my stiff nipples under the fabric of my t-shirt. I thought that maybe I should get up and move away, that Dee wanted some privacy now perhaps, after she had come. But Dee showed no signs of curling up or reaching for the blanket. She was still holding her legs wide open before me. Her head was turned sideways and little tremors ran through her body. She was smiling underneath her closed eyes and she looked as if she would start purring any second. Both her hands were by her pussy, caressing the insides of her thigh and gently, slowly running along her pussy and dipping a finger deep between her lips. Then she she slowly circled outward again, spreading the dew. Her pussy and fingers looked wet and sexy and delicious.

It was that thought that made me draw a sharp breath, because I think I was on the verge of reaching out for Dee’s hand and bringing it up to my mouth, and kissing and licking her fingers and sucking on them. I wanted to put my hand next to hers, on the soft inside of her perfect thigh, I wanted to lean close and look and smell and feel the heat of her orgasm rising from Dee’s pussy. But of course I couldn’t do that. I got up quickly, and moved a little unsteadily toward my bed. My breathing seemed so heavy to me.

I heard Dee slip out of her bed and come up beside me. She was stark naked, and a sexy glow was all around her. She took my hand, and I could feel her touch all through my body. She pulled me toward my bed. “Your turn,” she announced.

I looked at her uncertainly and blushed, but in truth I was too far gone to stop. I don’t think I had ever been so turned on, so electrified in my life. Dee’s sexiness tingled through my body and affected me. I was connected to Dee’s powerful lust and her breathtaking orgasm.

Dee pushed me gently onto my bed, so that I was sitting down. Then she knelt in between my legs. “You are beautiful,” she said gently. Her saying that and the way she looked at me made me aware of my body. Of the aching desire in my breasts. Dee wasn’t touching me, but I secretly wished that she would. “You think so?” I whispered. Dee just nodded and bit her lip. I reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and I pulled it over my head and put it on the bed next to me. My nipples were hard. I touched my breast lightly, like a playful tongue would lick them. Dee’s look was hungry, focused on me, on my breasts, and on my hands caressing my breasts. It made me hot to feel her look at me like that. I ran my fingers in little circles around my nipples. I love that sensation, the lust that spreads from my nipples and breasts all through my body; I wanted to feel it build. But it wasn’t long before my legs parted, all by themselves. I sighed and stood up to pull down my panties. I was right in front of Dee as I did so, her face inches from my sex. I sat down again, but not far back on the bed. Instead, I was sitting on the very edge of the bed—I guess I was drawn to Dee and wanted to be close to her.

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. And then I slowly spread my legs wide. “Oh my god,” whispered Dee softly, as if she was looking at something holy, and she trembled a little.

I just lay there for a while, touching my breasts and trying to get used to the fact that Dee was looking at my wet, gaping pussy, and that I was so horny that I knew I would cum right in front of her in a minute. I wanted her to look at me, and I wanted to cum for her.

“Dee…” I breathed. I wanted to say more, but nothing came out. I put my hands on my breasts and began caressing them again. I love their soft weight, the way they feel when I lie on my back. I circled them, spiraling in until my fingers lightly touched my nipples. They got harder as I imagined not my fingertips but Dee’s lips and tongue. I moaned. I spread my legs further apart, feeling my pussy grow wetter. The knowledge of Dee’s hungry eyes taking in my legs, the skin of my thighs and my pussy was turning me on like I had never been turned on.

“Kerry,” breathed Dee, “you’re beautiful… so beautiful.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore and slid my hands down from my breasts. Lifting my head I looked down at Dee, who stared, mesmerized, at my pussy and my hands. I spread my pussy lips for her and then, hardly believing myself, I dipped two fingers deep inside me. They slipped in easily and a tremor ran through my body. With one hand on my labia, pulling them gently apart, I started rubbing my clit with the other hand. I knew my fingers were glistening with my juices. My lust washed over me and I was close to cuming. But I wanted it to last and tilting up my pelvis, I pushed my fingers back inside my pussy, fucking myself, right under Dee’s eyes. I closed my eyes; I wanted Dee to lay her hands on my thighs, the sensitive inside of my thighs, close to my pussy. The tension was unbelievable, and I had to start rubbing my clit again. My breaths were coming hard and short now and my whole insides felt wet and hot.

“O Dee, Dee,” I stammered. Just a few more flicks and I would cum, my orgasm would flood me, would wash over me. I pressed a harder and rubbed my clit in little slow circles.

And at that moment I felt Dee’s breath. She didn’t touch me with her hands, but she had leaned in and now she licked my fingers while I rubbed my clit. Lightly, gently she licked my fingers that were glistening and wet with my juices. It pushed me over the edge. I moaned and bucked and all through my orgasm, Dee kept licking my fingers. She never touched my pussy but only my fingers, which I had now clamped over my pulsing pussy. I felt like a flood was gushing through my fingers and Dee was lapping it up. My moans built into a scream and my orgasm shook me.

As soon as I was able, I sat up and slid off the front of my bed where Dee knelt, naked and glowing. She blushed when I looked at her and shyly brushed her hair from her face. I drew her to me, straddling her legs, hugging her and grinding my wet pussy into her thighs and hip.

“Dee, oh my god, Dee,” I was babbling. I trembled and shook still from my orgasm and wanted to feel her warm body, her breasts, her skin against me. She smelled delicious. And then I started kissing her: first her shoulder, then her neck and pushing my hand into her hair, her cheeks and forehead and eyes, and finally her mouth. I wanted to devour her. When I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt hers I came again. She put her arms around me and held me tight, but I was squirming and rubbing myself against her. Her hands slid down my back, the most intense caress I can remember, and she cupped my ass cheeks. “Please,” I whispered between our kisses.

Dee pulled my ass cheeks apart, shuddering a little as she did so, and then her right hand slipped down my crack and touched my little rosette. It was intense and I could not believe how much I wanted her touch. Her hand pushed on and found my wet pussy. Her fingers slipped in and then, slowly, in and out.

I broke our kiss and leaned back a little. It was the hottest thing: Looking into Dee’s beautiful eyes as I straddled her legs, feeling her fingers sliding in and out my pussy. My hip rocked to meet her thrusts. Dee brought her other hand around to my front and ran her fingertips up the inside of my leg until she found my bush and my pussy lips and my clit.

“Yes . . . oh please,” I begged, “make me cum, Dee, make me cum. I want to cum for you.” Dee’s eyes grew wide and she rubbed my clit faster and faster. She drew her other hand back, her fingers slid out of my pussy and I could feel their wetness pressing against my asshole. It pushed me over the edge and I came, screaming in disbelief. My orgasm seemed to go on forever as Dee kept rubbing my clit. The whole time I looked at Dee, staring into her eyes.

Slowly I came down from the high and drew her close to me again, hugging her. She cupped my pussy with the hand that had been rubbing my clit, and then I felt her gently pulling her fingertip out of my asshole—I hadn’t felt it slip in. She hugged me with that arm and I started sobbing, the feeling was so powerful. Dee’s skin felt hot against the cool sweat on my body. After a moment I went limp.

Dee gently lowered me onto my back on the floor and she knelt over me. She kissed me all over, light kisses on my arms, breasts, stomach, legs, and hips. My head was lolling and my eyes were closed. Dee lay down close to me, half on me, hugging me and kissing my ears and cheeks.

“I love you, Dee,” I whispered.

“Shhhhh,” she said and laid her fingertips on my lips.

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“Hah,” she laughed. “Okay, but I’ve never gotten knocked up in the mile high club, and I happen to be ovulating today. Wanna send me home with a little souvenir big boy?” She began to stroke his cock under his slacks.

“I’m probably the best guy for the job.”

He slid down his pants, then lifted her up slightly and pushed her thin panties aside. She slid onto his cock with ease, her pussy already wet and ready. She slipped her blouse off, revealing a perky set of tits with pink little nipples. He began to bounce her up and down, and the turbulence that they hit only helped even more. After about 20 mins he blew his load inside her, and then leaned back in his seat to relax. She stood up, straightened out her uniform, and went promptly back to work. This trip was going to be unbelievable.

After another hour they began their decent through the clouds and landed at a small private airport. The captain of the plane and the stewardess escorted him out, and she bid him farewell with her little cheeky wink.

At the base of the plane a white Rolls Royce was waiting for him.

“Is this for me?” he asked the driver.

“Of course Mr. Adam,” said the driver with a nod. “You’re our VIP this week, the entire kingdom is at your disposal.”

Adam got into the back seat and they were off, heading through a wooded forest road. Within 20mins they reached a clearing of a small town, making their way to the luxurious tower that stood in the centre. The car dipped underground and pulled up to the private entrance of the Harem Hotel.

The driver opened his door and a handsome doorman assisted Adam with his luggage into the lobby. He was escorted away from the main check-in desk where several men were checking in, he was sure that he spotted an anchor from CNN in line, and a few wealthy looking Chinese businessmen. He was lead to the private concierge desk, and took a seat in the plush leather chair.

The concierge walked out of her office and took a seat, Adam nearly fell out of his chair. She was an astoundingly beautiful Swede, over 6′ tall, with long black hair, and a beautiful face with big blue wide set eyes and soft petals for lips. But what really took his breath away was how gracefully she moved while carrying a large 9 month pregnant belly. She wore a tight burgundy and black dress with a plunge neckline that artfully displayed her large full breasts. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra either, as her perky nipples stood out, beaconing the eyes to stare.

She smirked and looked down at herself, “Mr Adam, this is just a taste of the bounty inside the Harem Hotel. Are you ready to experience the best week of your life?”

Adam gulped and nodded.

“Good,” she said with her soft Swedish accent. “My name is Martina, and I will be your private concierge this week. You are the personal guest of our King Gerig, and so he has allowed you unlimited access to the entire property. This includes all the pools and bars, the specialty restaurants, the viewing rooms, massage parlors, private dance rooms, saunas, spas, and of course front row seats at the main stage. You are welcome to indulge yourself in room services, an open bar and food tab, and any services or upgrades offered at the Main Stage.”

“This is fantastic,” he said with a huge grin. “And, and if I wanted to request the company of a woman one night?”

“A woman? One night?” she said with a chuckle. “Mr Adam, this VIP invitation is completely all inclusive. You are granted full access to any woman you wish to fuck. These women, they come here because they love to have sex, and they love to be pregnant. Their desire is to stay on staff as long as possible because the money is good, especially if they perform well and are fertile. You’re welcome to ask any woman you meet to accompany you into a parlor, or up to your room. If it’s late at night you can also call me here at the concierge desk.”

“You … you’re available to me as well?”

“Aha well … hess I suppose I am,” she said with a coy smile. “I’d be happy to attend to you, but what I meant by that was that you’re welcome to call me at any time and make a request. Here’s an example of the qualities you can request.”

She slid an iPad across to him. On it it in the app it listed all the different female qualities he could think of:

Height
Weight
Breast size
Hip size
Hair color
Skin color
Eye color
Personality
Not pregnant, ovulating
Not pregnant, not ovulating
1st term
2nd term
3rd term
Due soon
etc

He looked up at her, and began to make some selections. Black hair. Blue eyes. Tall height. 3rd term.
A list of three women came up, and he selected Martina from them.
Suddenly her phone rang. She picked it up, nodded, pressed a button on the phone, and then hung up.

“It appears I have an appointment in the Penthouse Suite.” she said standing up. “Care to come up with me? It’s on the way to your suite”

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Hey readers! Just wanted to give a major thanks to my new editor, Cruel2BKind, for making me reconsider some things and agreeing that my pacing sucks J This chapter has been really challenging, and I re-wrote it a few times to produce this. I hope you enjoy!

~PeterPanics

em>Faggot.

I felt Gavin’s cock pushing into me, filling every inch of space I had. I moaned from the heat and the pressure.

Queer.

His low growls pushed from the bottom of his chest made my cock jump. God he felt so fucking good inside me.

Bitch.

His teeth found my shoulder blade, sinking into it with ease. With a hard, long thrust, he hit my most sensitive of places and made me cry out.

Slut. Whore. Cunt.

I awoke with a gasp, sweat pouring from my skin. My boxers were sticky with come, my breathing was heavy and uneven. Faggot. Queer. Bitch. Slut. Whore. Cunt.

It all crashed through my head at a million miles an hour and I felt sick. I bolted to the bathroom and found myself doubled over the toilet vomiting.

I am so fucking sick of myself.

When my body was done, and had nothing left to expel, I curled into a tiny ball on the bathroom floor. The tile was cold, and it felt good against my hot, sweaty skin. A shower sounded delicious, but I was too drained to even try. Instead, I shoved a towel beneath my head and lay there, too filled with self-loathing to care.

Your one twisted mother fucker, Dev.

Yes. Yes, I am. Using Gavin for my own personal shit. Pretending to actually give a damn about him. Having sex with him because it made me feel better about myself.

.Faggot. Queer. Bitch. Slut. Whore. Cunt.

“Devon.” Someone was shaking me. “Devon.”

“Go. Away.” I managed. Something beneath me was rough and solid. I opened one eye to see underneath the bathroom cabinets. No one had swept beneath them in ages. I closed my eyes tight. Let me go back to sleep, I pleaded internally. Let me wake up when this shit is over.

“Dev, you asshole. Wake the fuck up.” I felt a sharp pain in my kidney and realized I’d just been kicked.

I opened my eyes to see none other than Kayden Spark towering above me, his eyes livid.

A series of thoughts ran through my muddled mind. How the fuck did you get into my bathroom? WHY are you in my bathroom? Why am I sleeping on the bathroom floor? Haven’t you fucked with my head enough, Kayden? I only vocalized one.

“Bitch, don’t fucking kick me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He said hotly.

It was in this moment of silence that embarrassment set in. Not only was I still reeling from the burn of the dancer’s rejection, but here I was now, asleep on the bathroom floor, sweaty, stinky, and wearing come-covered underwear, while he stood above me unfazed and dashing as ever.

I peeled off the floor, my skin sticking painfully in some spots. I stood up and faced the beautiful boy. “What do you want, Kayden.” I mumbled.

The bitch was laughing at me. “You look like shit.”

“Feel like shit.” Was all I could manage, glancing in the mirror to see that I did indeed look like shit. Disheveled hair, wrinkled boxers (Not to mention the stain), bags beneath my eyes, five o clock shadow looking permanently etched into my skin, sex on my breath.

“You’ve missed the last two days of rehearsals. I demand to know why.” He scoffed, crossing his arms in a very catty fashion.

“You don’t demand shit of me, Kayden.” I mumbled, walking past him into my bedroom and searching for a pair of jeans. I picked up the ones closest to me, disregarding that they were probably dirty. I didn’t care. Why should Kayden get to humiliate me in my own home?

“When you fuck with my ballet, MY work of art, I can demand whatever the fuck I want.” He breathed, his eyes hot with anger. “Why haven’t you shown up to class?”

“Why haven’t you shown up to class?” I mocked in a very childish way, walking away from him again to the kitchen, ignoring the footsteps behind me. “How the hell did you even get in my apartment?”

I took to finding a coffee cup in the mountain of clean dishes on the counter. He disregarded the fact that I was very clearly pissed off at him and sat down at the dinette table and looked at me warily. I stuck out my tongue at him. It provoked a giggle from him that made me want to bash his face in. Even when I wanted him to jump off a cliff he could still give me butterflies. Pssh.

I turned away from him and fell silent.

“The purple headed girl.” He mumbled behind me.

“What?” I asked, turning to face him.

“The purple haired girl let me in. She said she was on the way to some expo but I was welcome to stay as long as I needed, and that you’d been sleeping most of the last few days.”

“Well, one thing I’ve always liked about Cassi is she’s always honest.” I said, boring into his big hazel eyes so intensely he looked away.

I took a long drink of my coffee, the bitter taste not mixing well with morning breath. Was it even morning?

I glanced over my shoulder Gaziantep Grup Escort at the clock above the stove. 3:40 pm. I had no idea the date. My life had been three things: Sleep, Sex, Sleep. It was pitiful and I was ashamed of it, but face it, what was I really proud of anymore?
Everything about New York sucked. The people sucked. The city sucked. August sucked. Everything sucked massive cock. I didn’t care that it was childish to say.

“Devon… we need to talk about what happene-“

“Shut your face, Kayden.” I warned. “We aren’t having this conversation right now. Fuck that.”

His eyes narrowed. “Fine. My place in two hours.” He said, starting toward the door.

“No. Not your place.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I could see his muscles tense. “Fine. Central Park. Meet me at Harlem Meer.” He slammed out of the apartment with such drama that it would make Richard Chamberlain cry.

My reflection in the mirror said I was superb. Told me I looked great, felt well. Mirrors are dirty liars. This, I had come to know.

I smiled, and wanted to laugh at how easily my reflection smiled back.

What a fake.

I took a deep breath and turned back to my eyes. I hadn’t realized how dark they’d gotten. They’d gone from green to black, and it had been a long, long time since they’d been the color of charcoal. It made me want to punch the guy on the other side of the glass.

I stared over the glass lake, bringing myself to smile at the ducks waddling past. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Kayden, balancing two smoothies on one arm.

“We should go for a walk.” He offered.

I took a smoothie and thanked him, and tried to avoid looking at him. I was both infuriated and infatuated by him, and it was killing me. He tried to slide an arm through mine, and I simply shook him off. Who was he trying to kid?

We began to walk along the path, stepping slowly, and carefully.

“What did you want to talk about, Kayden?”

“The other night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He mumbled. “I just… I want you to know why I asked you to leave.”

“Because you’re not interested.”

“No.”

“Then why did you push me away?” I snorted.

He ran his fingers through his hair, opening his mouth with no sound coming out.

“I know I’m not the guy that’s the best for you okay? I’ve got an ugly past. I’ve got bad habits and obsessive compulsive tendencies… But I didn’t deserve that, Kayden.”

“I know you didn’t.” he stuttered.

“Then why did you?” I demanded

The words hung in the air, like a noose. He at me, his gaze stead but heartbreaking.

“I told you… I don’t want to like you, Devon.”

“That’s a shit excuse, and you know it.” I snorted.

“Is it, Dev?” he grew angry, stopping to stand in front of me. “You’re making me crazy. I’m thinking about you all the time. I’m thinking about how you make me feel so new and scared and how fucking great it feels. I can’t do that Devon! I came to New York to dance. I came to New York to follow my dreams.”

He inched closer, his voice shaking with anger. I could see every detail of his face, every golden fleck in his perfect hazel eyes, and even though I wanted to shove needles in them, they were beautiful. ” I didn’t come to this city to get tied up in drama and skinny boys with scene hair and a shit ton of teenage angst. You’re nothing but a distraction, something in my way.” He muttered, his fist closing around the bottom of my shirt.

It crushed me. Something in my way.

I smiled at him. “Who the fuck do you think you are to judge? You don’t know me, Kayden, you fucking asshole.” I whispered. “You want to know something? I’ve been through more shit in my life than you’ve ever imagined. People have fucked up my head, built me up, torn me down, used me, like you wouldn’t believe. You think you know everything? You think your king shit? I can’t believe I ever had feelings for you, you selfish bastard.” I spat. “I’m sorry your wasted your time.”

I turned to stomp away when I felt his hand close tight around my wrist. I gritted my teeth. I’m going to deck this motherfucker in the face.

“Please don’t walk away.”

His voice was small.

Breakable.

Fragile.

My heart melted, and all the anger was gone.

“Please don’t walk away from me.”

I looked back to see his eyes, big, and pleading. His voice was a whisper, low and begging, so heartbreaking and beautiful. I felt the walls tumbling down, slowly, but steadily as I stared into his hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m sorry for everything. I just want to know you, Devon. I just want you with me. I don’t know why. I can’t explain it, but there is something in you that is magnetic, and I can’t stop wondering about what it would be like to figure you out… “

There go the walls.

He leaned in closer and I could smell the strawberry of his smoothie on his breath, Whatever scent he was wearing, the familiar citrus of his shampoo. I ached to lean in those few extra inches and feel his gentle lips on my own, but there was something I had to say.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” I mumbled, putting my head down and staring at my sneakers.

They were still scuffed. Still scuffed from the first day I saw him.

He smiled, and I knew all hopes were lost. I liked him, he liked me, and this was going to happen, one way or another. There was no hope of shaking him off, or trying to go without him, because these things would never work.

It was bound to be a train wreck, me and him, but to hell with it. May as well throw my hands up and enjoy the ride.

When he kissed me this time, I felt this. I could feel it down to the core of my being. There was no getting out of this one.

Cassidee crossed her arms matter-o-factly.

“What are you going to do, Devon? Run away from your problems?” She threw the ad down on the floor in front of me.

“Its not running away, Cass, it’s moving on.”

“Can you even imagine how much easier that’s going to be for you to do than for Gav? You were his first, Devon!” the disappointment in her eyes stunned me.

“I’m looking for apartments. That night was a mistake. It’s not healthy for me to be using Gavin like this… moving out is the right thing to do.”

“You’re moving out?”

His voice came from the doorway behind me, so quiet and heartbreaking I wanted to kick myself. His intense eyes were confused and hurt, and they killed me. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

“Gavin. I was going to talk to you bu-“

Before I could finish he was halfway out the door.

As if on cue, my cell phone rang, echoing dubstep music around the room.

“Hello?” I answered quietly.

“Why hello there Dev.” A raspy, seductive voice greeted me.

My stomach lurched uncomfortably. Luke. Lucas. Lucas was talking to me. Right now. When I’m already so far up shit creek it was going to be impossible to get the crap out of my hair. Now.

“Why’ve you been ignoring my messages? I’ve missed playing with you Dev.”

My skin itched and suddenly I had the intense urge to throw my phone out the window. A blackberry couldn’t survive 60 stories. No way in hell.

“Um… I’ve been busy. School… and stuff.”

“And stuff?” his voice asked, and I could picture the little smirk on his face. God, I was playing again. I never, ever, wanted to play again, and here I was hundreds of miles away and he could still spring this stupid game on me.

“Yeah. What about you Luke?” I managed. I refuse to let him do this to me.

“Y’know. Things have gotten real lonely here.”

“You? Lonely? Never.” I mumbled.

If I closed my eyes, I could see him. He was probably lying in bed, his head cocked to the side, his phone on his bare stomach on speaker.

“Of course I’m lonely though. I’ve tried to play with others but they aren’t as much fun as you.”

“Why is that?” I asked, trying not to think of where his hands may be straying as we spoke.

“Because other boys like losing. Not you. You try really, really hard not to lose. And then, you get all angry when you do. Everyone loves angry sex.” He chuckled boyishly.

I hung up the phone. The shiver that ran down my back was almost involuntary… almost hungry.

No. He wasn’t going to control me like this. I wasn’t a pawn in his ridiculous head game.

Cassidee shot me a worried glance. “You feel like explaining what that was all about?” she asked, combing a strand of hair behind my ear. I sighed. This is all gone to hell.

“No. I’ll be back in a little while, okay Cass? I need some… solitude.”

“Do you want to play a game?”

I remember the way he whispered so seductively in my ear; his breath was warm against my jaw.

I let my fingers pound against the keys harder. The piano sang louder, the sound reverberating through my fingertips. I quickly pecked at keys, my eyes never leaving the ceiling. One two, one two five. C B, C B G.

I felt the music coming from the massive instrument quicker and quicker, the sound lovely, but distorted with speed. I couldn’t run my fingers over the ivory keys any faster. A single grey crack ran through the ceiling.

I wasn’t playing anymore. I was pounding. I was slamming against the instrument with all the force my arms could muster, and I was crying.

“Do you want to play a game?”

“Mr. Davis.”

I let my arms drop from the keys and hid my face in my hands. Stop crying. You’re an idiot. There isn’t anything to cry about.

“Mr. Davis. That really is no way to treat a 60 year old piano.” Professor Wrought walked down he auditorium steps slowly, his arms crossed. Of course I’d gone to school. There was no where else for me to go. I couldn’t stay at the apartment, I couldn’t walk the streets, I couldn’t even lock myself in my room. I needed quiet, and I needed the piano,, but most of all, I needed someone to listen.

The wretched old man stopped at the edge of the stage and looked up at me in the dark. “Maybe instead of assaulting the instrument, you’d like to talk?”

I stared down at him. I hated the old douchebag, and he was the last person I wanted to talk to. He was the last person I wanted to walk up the stage steps and plop himself down on the bench beside me. He was the last person I wanted to tell all this to.

“Professor… can I tell you a story?” My voice was monotone and unrecognizable.

“I never knew you were one for stories, Mr. Davis. But if it’s going to keep you from attacking my piano, then proceed.”

Smartass. A ‘yes’ would have worked just as well.

“I was fourteen when my mom died, Professor. She was a beautiful woman. She was smart and strong and she loved life. She encouraged me to dream the impossible. She promised me I was going to be better than she ever, ever was. I always thought it was impossible. She taught me how to play piano, she taught me to believe in myself, and she taught me to have heart.

My mom accepted me for all that I was. She accepted that my sexuality was not typical. She accepted that my hair was different and I dressed differently. She accepted that her son was not going to marry or have kids. Somehow, she still loved me. She loved me with everything in her.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Davis, but this doesn’t explain the beating on my piano.” He mumbled, obviously confused as to why I was giving him my life story. I really didn’t know why I was either, to tell the truth, but it was all coming out.

“My dad wasn’t in the picture until after she passed away. They carted me off to Arizona to live with the drunken bastard. I hated him, and he hated me. He was a homophobic asshole, with no heart… and heart is everything, Professor Wrought.”

I felt tears coming, and I didn’t want to cry in front of this self righteous ass. He didn’t care about my life. He was a teacher, here to instruct, here to show me how to become a better pianist, and here I was wasting his time after-hours. Just shut the hell up and go home, Devon. No one wants to join your fucking pity parade.

I stood to go, grabbing my bag from the top of the piano.

“I agree with you, Mr. Davis. Heart is everything.” He said quietly, looking up at me through his thick glasses. “Now, if you’d please sit down, I was in the middle of a story with an intriguing young man.”

I sat, and opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I was so incredibly touched.

I turned to the piano and started the first few notes of “Pieces” by Red, and stopped when I felt his eyes watching me.

“One night…” I mumbled, over the sound of the keys. “One night he caught me with my boyfriend… and no son of his was a faggot.” I coughed on the words, my fingers suddenly heavy on the ivory. The flashes of that night cascaded through my head. The screaming. The blood. The empty feeling when he walked away.

“He raped me.” I whispered, the first tear finding my cheek. I focused on keeping my fingers moving. Just keep going, Devon. Just keep going.

You want a man, you little faggot? I’ll show you a real fucking man!

Empty words echoed in my head, ran down my spine and made my very core ache. My chest was heavy with the screaming that usually accompanied these toxic memories, but I kept them inside though they begged to burst from me. I could so easily remember all the horrible details of that night.

I’ll show you a fucking man…

“I had a concussion. Four broken ribs. A compound fracture in my left wrist. And he left me there bleeding in the dark.” I felt my bones shiver.

“I HATE the dark.” I gritted.

“He walked away. And I didn’t have anything after that… I stayed in a hospital for a few weeks, some bullshit of I fell down the stairs. I ran away, took a train to California and went to live with my best friend. She fixed me up. She built me back up. She reminded me so much of my mother that she became a substitute. To this day, I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Without Cass, I would be dead… I wouldn’t have made it past those first few weeks.”

I fell silent as I got to the part of the song that picked up in tempo, and let the music fill the silence. One key, then the other, solid and never ending. Beauty, without an image. When the song ended, I continued with a Sebastian Larsson number I didn’t remember the name of.

“She moved here. To New York. To follow her dreams, when in all honesty, I had forgotten about mine. I applied to this school. I never expected to get an acceptance letter back. But I did. It’s been six years without my mother, and I live this for her. But… before my dream even took off… I met him.” I talked quietly, and stopped all together for a moment, shifting my focus from letting all this out on a stranger and the piano.

“I was still on the west coast, at some house party I’d been dragged to by a friend. Drank insane amounts of alcohol. Anyway, He was there. He looked like… you wouldn’t believe. His hair was golden, and his eyes were so pale blue I felt like he was seeing right through everything. He pulled me outside and away from the party… he asked me if I wanted to play a game.”

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She adamantly forced his wandering hand away and then wearily again after it returned but at the third attempt she conceded defeat as it gained the high ground, moving up under her halter-top conquering the supple hill. Two fingers crossed the aureole and then finding the protuberance, one circling it gently. She gasped from the strange new feeling of a man’s hand where only her own had dared before.

Fervent promises of everlasting love breathed seductively in her ear as lips nibbled the lobe followed by an imperceptible whisk of the tongue and a gentle wind of heated air. She shivered with apprehension, not knowing whether from fear or desire, as lips barely touching, caressed her long neck interspersed with wet momentary contacts. Those lips then moved, fleetingly crossing the cheek finding hers. She gasped again, modestly turning her head inadvertently presenting the opposite earlobe, for the whispering of more persuasive words.

Her hands, mysteriously disconnected from her will – caressed the back of this seemingly irrepressible knight on a white charger invading her previously impregnable protective tower – leading him on. A sweet firm kiss on her neck resulted in her lips parting as she uttered a long ecstatic sigh sending shivers throughout her body. Suddenly his lips were upon hers and an alien tongue entered her warm inner wetness. She froze momentarily, shocked but unable to resist the daring intruder who now explored her sacred inner sea. Withdrawal became a non-issue as the two adversaries twirled about each other, then becoming playmates teasing and tantalizing in a passionate game of hide and seek.

Suddenly she realized that her hill was no longer occupied, having been abandoned by an underhanded scheme to invade another area of greater strategic importance. Having landed on her knee the interloper furtively and under the cover of camouflage gained substantial ground in his strategy to conquer her virginal forest.

Initially, contact pleased the mound as the forward unit of five digits scouted the sacred approach. Her body’s defenses however, transmitted emergency signals, first to the mound, which feeling stimulated ignored the warning and deliberately deceived central control. That center though, quickly raised the alarm and called on drastic defensive measures. Her right hand caressing his back now become airborne on a defensive maneuver, converting to a battering ram as it Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort landed, forcing a hasty retreat. There was no resistance until the invaders had fallen back to the knee, once there they refused to budge. A truce was called on the condition that all hostilities would cease and the delectable approach to the mound became a designated no-digit-land. The control center was not satisfied and thought the truce was precarious at best but the mound relishing the titillating signals from the knee thought it would be safe to enjoy them because of the truce and managed to appeased central control.

Meanwhile the game in the warm sea above had halted and another assault on the neck was in high gear. That led to another duel in the sea, which central control reluctantly accepted, provided the truce at the knee was strictly adhered to.

Before long however, central raised the alarm again. The invader had moved onto no-digit-land, breaking the truce and advanced to within a few digits of the forest mound. The thighs, which had been seduced into spreading innocently to allow the five titillating digits access, now slammed shut on the digit carrier.

Her hand was again instructed to fly a defensive maneuver but was only able to clasp the invading carrier’s line of support

Central now sent emergency signals to the hips twisting and jerking them desperately. The danger could have been foiled, had it not been for the cowardly conspiracy of the mound, which now began to negotiate independently with the hypnotizing enemy for an honorable surrender.

The invading five digits retrenched slightly and then dug into the softest part of the long approach refusing to budge. The duel in the sea became gamely again while her hand eased its grip on the line of support and his returned to his back.

Central control was now desperate and proceeded to flash images into her mind’s eye. She saw a young virgin in a wedding dress walking up the isle; her mothers face when she gave her that speech about the bird’s and those irresponsible and dangerous bees; her priest in the confession booth; rice being thrown; a groom carrying his bride to the bridal bed and finally blood on a white sheet.

The forest mound persisted with its negotiations, nodding, with the help of a cooperative pelvis, to the enemy entrenched so close to approach with its titillating extremities. Central still controlling the thighs and some abdominal muscles desperately attempted to thwart the enemy’s progress by slamming the thighs shut and twisting the hips. A slow but determined forward crawl by the five however, numbed the nerve endings in the entire inside thigh, generating electrifying shock waves reverberating though the entire lower body region.

Another daring foray made it possible for the digits to dive under the mounds protective camouflage and bury themselves in the thick bushes. Central now made a last ditch effort to save the day by shaking the entire body but to no avail. The intoxicating delight felt by the mound having capitulated to the invaders, now spread like wildfire through the adjoining regions culminating in a loud eruptive sigh from the upper sea. The mound being actively explored by the digits now assumed control of most of the body.

One digit accidentally stumbled into a long hot canyon. Finding and touching a small hill set of a violent quake through the entire body resulting in an even louder eruption from the upper sea. The digit continuing in its quest and then nearly stumbled into a deep well, oozing with a deliciously honeyed nectar.

Sending a message back to its own control center for permission to submerge, the digits were ordered to fall back and make preparations for a more powerful weapon better suited for such an operation. The five digits obediently regrouped and proceeded to remove the mounds camouflage cover. Her pelvis, having defected to the enemy, readily cooperated by lifting the lover body and the thighs closed reluctantly but only temporarily to facilitate the removal.

Having completed its task, the digits received orders to uncover and prepare the missile for immediate deployment. Its cover was quickly unzipped and opened; revealing the one-eyed monster fully engorged and being loaded for firing. The protective cover was peeled back by the dexterous digits exposing the monstrous mushroom warhead. The dept charges for the coming underground exploration was brewing in two chambers below the fierce weapon. The digits now clamped on to the lethal missile, guiding it to the recently discovered well.

After aiming the throbbing warhead to the hot oozing well, the digits, their mission accomplished, traveled up to the soft hill it had originally conquered as a diversifying tactic, sedating the body for the brutal submersion of the warhead.

Words of true love and solemn promises were now exchanged though the seas. Her apprehension about his future intentions was temporarily extinguished by the euphoria of the moment. Central control was now totally disabled save only for the basic life support systems.

She now capitulated completely; setting aside all doubts and resistance as the warhead gently tested the rim of the well. Suddenly in one quick stroke, the warhead itself penetrated, ripping and bloodying the thin protective covering. Another powerful trust and the entire missile rammed deep into the well. There was a loud shriek in one side of the sea and a triumphant groan in the other. Her long fingernails dug into the perpetrators back, half in revenge and half in relief that the long feared ordeal had become history.

The missile now launched a piston movement, picking up speed like a steam locomotive departing a railway station, priming the dept charges. The seas parted, as the one side began a series of egotistical grunts, timed to the movements of the missile. The other side, gasping at first then with lips wide open, moaned like a mercenary wailing women at an Irish funeral, since that function was still directed by central control.

The grunts and the piston strokes slowly increased to a fever pitch, those strokes however began to be perceived by the receiver as being more of a battering ram. Doubts from central control began to introduce the realization that the mound had committed a treasonable act. All defenses were down however and the enemy invasion was now irrevocable.

That speed and the resulting friction of the missile now reached a critical stage where the pressure on the ammunition chamber relief valves below, rose to the bursting point. The explosive charge erupted in an unstoppable surge in three separate volleys; the recoil resonating throughout the enemy’s body like a drug induced rush. The warhead ejected the charges deep into the well, propelling their contents, containing millions of little charges into the depths where they searched and competed for a medium with which only one could join and initiate a mutual replicating process.

The moans and wails slowly abated as the rush wore off and reality set in. Central control now slowly regained control of her entire body and then for spite commenced to flash images to her mind’s eye again. This time she saw a bride in street clothes at city hall; her mother crying; her priest crossing him self and a cheap motel room with no blood on the off-white sheets.

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(All Characters are 18 or older, All participants have given enthusiastic consent, all sizes are ludicrous, all sex acts are over-the-top and fantastical.)

The phone rang once.

I groaned, stirring from dreams as deep as the blue eyes I had been dreaming about.

The phone rang twice.

I sat up and gave the phone two middle fingers.

The phone rang again.

“FUCK!” I shouted, lunging myself across the silk sheets to pick the damned thing up.

I didn’t say ‘hello’. I said, “Whoever this is, if this isn’t an important call, I’m going to drive to your house and slam this phone down RIGHT on your fucking ball sack.” I paused, blinking, and then added, “And if this is a woman, I’m going to surgically graft a pair to your body somehow to make that possible.”

I heard breathing on the other end. I had scared someone. I rolled my eyes.

“Speak.” I encouraged.

“Ms. Savich.” A quavering male voice finally piped up. “We need you. It seems there has been a situation.”

I rolled my eyes. “Who is she?” I asked.

***

After the weasel little campaign manager had gotten his story out, I jumped up, grabbing one of my specially tailored t-shirts, a thong, and some shorts. It was a bright, hot day so I added a pair of mirrored sunglasses to the ensemble and some sandals, finishing it all off by tying my dark hair into a simple pony tail. I paused to look at my reflection and shook my head.

My god I’m a hot bitch.

***

I shifted the throttle hard as my silver corvette hit 120, eyes barely flicking as I passed yet another car. A cop hit his sirens and was on me. I stopped quick and glared over my sunglasses as the bastard swaggered up.

“Is there a problem, officer?” I asked sweetly, pursing my lips a little as I batted my green eyes at him.

“You might say that ma’am. I clocked you doing four times the speed limit there.”

“I’ll bet you did. Guess I must have a pretty good reason, huh?”

“Look ma’am, I don’t want to—”I cut him off. “I’m Sonia Savich. You get on your little walkie-talkie and speak to the Chief of police. He’s been briefed. Then, when you’re done cussing yourself out for being such an idiot, you can give me escort. Assuming you can keep up. Bye.”

I hit the gas again, shifting the stick through several positions as I picked up speed.

***

The first part of my mission was going to be simple. I just had to get inside. I got out of the car and walked quickly, braless breasts threatening to break my tight top with each bounce. My humongous udders got stares from the crowd that was gathering, mostly reporters, many of whom snapped pictures as I breezed between them, dolling out middle fingers to each and every one of the perverts as I moved.

Finally I reached the two big cops at the door, keeping the reporters out.

“Sorry miss. No one gets in. Official orders.” One said, putting a hand up as he and his partner shamelessly used their eyes to devour my tits in their top.

“I’m Sonia Savich. I’m here to address the problem.”

The two seemed a little shocked; they had clearly been briefed to wait for me, but one looked to the other slyly as he blurted out, “Look miss, we can’t let every double-D cup who claims to be Sonia Savitch in here just because she says she is. For all we know, those are implants.”

“Double S cups.” I chided. I breathed heavy sigh, wishing as I often do that I were super strong, or some kind of martial arts badass instead of being good at what I’m actually good at. I couldn’t hope to overpower these two fuckwits. After this incident was done, I’d make sure they were forced to eat their badges, starting from their asses and working up.

“I will flash you my…credentials, if you agree to let me in.” I spat, bobbling my humongous mammories in my palms to entice them.

“Good enough for me!” Said the one on the left. I had already lifted my shirt to let them bask in the splendor and glory of my behemoth bombs when the other one spoke up, fighting to keep his eyes in his head.

“Not good enough for me. You could be any busty bitch. I heard Sonia Savitch could get any man off in one minute. Get me off like that and I’ll let you through.”

Greedy Bastard! I thought, mulling it over. The one on the left whispered to his friend as I did, “You fuck! You just want her to see what a big one you’re packing!”

The other sneered back, “Sure do. So what? Jealous?”

“Hell yes.” Muttered the first, hanging his head.

Now I chimed in. “You got your information wrong. I can’t do it in a minute.” He looked disappointed, but seemed to take delight as he started to chastise me. “I knew it, you’re not the real Soni—”

I cut him off, taking off my sunglasses so that my bright green eyes could capture his, showing all the seriousness and smolder they could as I spoke.

“I can do it in fifteen Seconds.”

“WH–!” He started, but I was already on my knees.

It was on.

1: My hand glides down the front Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort of his pants, a single motion skillfully unbuttoning his fly and pulling the zipper down before it has begun to tug those pants down.

2: I smirk at the dick that flops out. His buddy is right, he is a big boy, but even though I’m looking at six inches dead soft, I don’t look impressed. And truthfully I’m not. I’m used to much bigger.

3 With a skillful motion that can only come with the kind of training some put in to athleticism, I seize and wag his cock, smacking both my own cheeks with it and pressing the head to my pursed lips in a staccato of motion

4 I slurp him in, dick already getting semi hard as my tongue glides around his head and my hands find his hefty, yet forgettable nuts bulging in their hairy sack

5 Skillfully shaping my mouth around his girth, I spit, tagging his nuts with a gobbet of drool that I just as quickly plunge forward to met, his semi-hard cock burrowing into my check as my tongue reclaims the saliva dripping from his dangling sack.

6 As he hardens I let him easy enter my throat, his 11 inches or so threatening to harm a normal girl. But I am not normal.

7 My throat clamps to his head, making a perfect vacuum seal without even needing my lips. My isolated throat control is so great that I can ripple it over his cock in hundreds of specific points, an act that is only magnified as I start to bob my head, threatening to pull his cock with me every time I go back.

8. I make his balls my bitches, soft delicate hands moving to massage and mash them against my drool-covered chin, tongue flicking out past the throated cock to lash away at them.

9. For the next second I power-swallow, letting my throat muscles ripple on the whole length of him rapidly, nasty glucking noises audible to all.

10. His eyes were already beginning to glaze over as I went face first into his crotch, this time latching my thick, strong lips to the base of his meat, clamping them into place with such strength that when I pulled my head away again his whole body tried to come with me.

11. I released the pressure for just a second, a noisy slurp coming from my lips at the same time as a peeled sheen of glistening saliva and precum. I was giving his cock such a thorough sucking that I’m fairly certain some of this mess was just getting vacuumed straight from his balls.

12. Speaking of those, I could see them tensing and I helped them along with a skillful massage, varnishing his sizeable sack with all the juices running down his cock.

13. With his man-marbles marinated, I kicked up my pace, hair launching back and forth so fast my pony tail almost cracked like a whip against his thighs. First came the tell-tale groan….

14. Then the hangs clenched against my head, the toes could be seeing curling in the shoes, the fat testicles swelling fatter and pulling fast against his member, the groan intensifying into a broken-breath shudder and….

15. It was an impressive load, sure, but what might have choked your average porn-star was like a sip from a straw to me. I held his prick deep for the whole thing, feeling his head swell against the interior of my throat.

That was that, time seemed to return to normal. “There you have it. Fifteen seconds.” I giggled as I looked to the other guard, his pants stained with a massive stain, “Oh, and about four for him. Glad you enjoyed the stud.”

I didn’t wait for them to give me permission to pass; I just walked past, tits still out, ass swaying for their appreciation in parting.

***

The building was a symphony hall. It was a few hours before the concert. I didn’t know all the details, but there were definitely some deductions I could draw about the situation.

The Governor, a strong candidate for being the next president, was expected to be attending the concert. It is my assumption that his daughter—famed for her devotion to the arts and a cellist for her college orchestra—had come at this early hour to commiserate with the musicians and director, only to be met by my “problem” who was clearly up to his usual tricks.

How could I tell the latter? Because of the NOISE. It was unending, a non-stop stream of grunts, moans, screams, and gibberish half-words. While this space had been built to magnify sound, no group of instrumentalists could hope to match the sheer level of volume being reached by the loan female tone piercing through the very walls of this place.

“NGH NGH NGH NGH AHHHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK HUGE NGH GOD SWAT BALLS DAMN DAMN FUCK FUCK DAMN FUCK FUCK!”

These were the words I could make out as I rounded the corner and opened one of the double-doors.

I’m very professional, and time was of the essence, but despite these things I could help but stop and just stare for a moment. There was a hulking form on the stage, gorgeously layered in thick sheets of muscle, ripples and cavers showing the strength of his back that tapered down to a magnificent pair of magnificent buttocks. This perfect ass was tensing in one position or another as it thrust and thrust, fast and hard. A pair of spectacular arms were curled around a pair of long smooth-shaved legs, the latter kicking in random direction at each sturdy thrust. The most incredible sight of all though, was the humongous nuts, each a sturdy cannonball of densely packed meat. These slid along the stage or pounded against it mistily with each thrust, a wet smack echoing alongside the hoarse-throated moans.

I shook off my head from being so dazed at the site of him, clearing my throat. Oblivious, the viciously reaming stud just gouged away. Even though I couldn’t see it from this angle, I knew what she was getting and couldn’t help but think she was quite restrained in all her wailing; he’d gotten me to be much louder than this before.

Finally I seized my tremendous ta-tas and stepped forward, wrapping my humongous hooters around the sides of his head, making the nipples meet in the front so that his eyes were completely covered.

“Guess who?” I asked.

“Sonia!” He exclaimed, though it was muffled beneath titflesh to sound more like ‘Phonna’

“That’s right.” I said. “Now you get off the young lady, she’s clearly had enough.” Now that I was closer I could see what was going on in front of much better. The Governor’s daughter was perhaps a foot-and-a-half in front of us, impaled on almost that much cock that arched inside her, making her belly swell up with a visible bump. The lips of her bare little pussy were spread wide, hugging the thick circumference of his dick for dear life as a shiny coat of her glistening juices spilled steadily out around it. Even with his motion stopped, she seemed to be shuddering through little orgasms.

“Aw, I didn’t even cum yet!” He whined. I pulled back, withdrawing my tits from him so he would feel their absence.

“Emil! Off! Now!” I commanded. His shoulders dropped a little, but he obeyed, slowly pulling inch after inch of cock out of the coed, her whole body sort of shivering with relief when his thick head finally broke free. She looked as though she might be so gaped open that if I just took a flashlight to her I’d be able to see up into her brain. Poor thing.

“We should go home, Emil.” I pleaded.

Emil shook his head, folding his ludicrous arms, their rippling muscles growing a little taut as they folded across his perfect Pecs. “No. I’m not going anywhere until I blow a load. I’ve been walking around with full balls for HOURS, now.” He reached down and cupped his hefty sac. Even his enormous hands weren’t up to the task of fully encasing one of his testicles.

I sighed. “All right Emil. I’ll get you off ONE time. Then we leave. Deal?”

“Deal.” He smirked.

Thus would begin the eternal struggle between us. I, she of unprecedented sexual skill would do my best to get off he, of unsurpassed sexual endurance, before the police would be forced to relent and allow journalists onto the scene. If that happened, then a man’s political career would be destroyed by Emil’s gigantic cock.

Speaking of which, I stared at the huge ramrod, half-dipped in snatch-syrup that arched out in front of Emil like a damned telephone pole, and licked my lips hungrily. Yes it’s a pain-in-the-ass having to babysit Emil, making sure that his libido doesn’t destabilize society and ruin the world for all the other men out there… but it does have its benefits.

Slowly I bent at the waist, flicking my tongue out to slap at just the head of him, slurping it all around, cleaning girl-juice wherever I could find it, taking extra care to get the inside of his cumslit and the crease of his glans, steadying myself with my hands on his hips as I spiraled and licked lower, working his shaft from every angle to thoroughly clean it off.

Finally I pulled back to admire my handiwork; all the juice was replaced with slobber now, his shaft gleaming in a slightly different way.

“There, all clean.” I grinned.

“Nah-ah,” Said Emil, putting his big hands on my shoulders and guiding me to my knees, “My balls are totally sweaty. You’re gonna clean those too!”

“Em-ULMPH!” I said as he batted his massive scrotum against my face, using one hand he trapped my head from behind by grabbing a fistful of my hair, the other he used to manipulate his huge nuts against me, making sure each part of my face was smeared with his massive balls.

“Come on, Sonia, suck ’em. Suck my huge nuts!” He taunted. Sometimes I think the only thing Emil likes better than having the world’s biggest cock is bragging about it.

But who was I to argue? I Slurped and sucked and snacked, and smacked my lips, feasting and feasting on his fat fuck-buckets. He responded by starting to buck his hips… he was letting the huge orbs swing forward like a pair of demolition balls, bucking a little faster each time as his nads knocked into my horny face. I knew the game here: He meant to ball-bludgeon me until I was stunned so he could go back to fucking miss tiny-tits over there.

Well I wasn’t going to have it. I stood fast, (well kneeled really) taking the abuse, letting the gigantic cum-boulders have their way with me, head rocking back a little further with each nut-punch. Finally he pulled back twice as far and abruptly swung forward, the weighty cock-cantaloupes hitting my chin with all their weight. Here I had miscalculated, for even as I tried to stand my ground, I couldn’t beat physics; the sheer size of them and the torque they generated slapping my chin carried me up and onto my back with an abrupt “THUD”.

I blinked and fought to keep my wits about me before he went back to pussy-punishing the Governor’s daughter, but it became clear I didn’t need to as he walked over to my face. A lesser man would need to squat to accomplish what happened next, but Emil just sat down next to my head, one leg above it and the other crooked over my chest.

Now his preposterous ball sack was free to drape out over my face like a big burlap bag, he leaned back on both hands, just smirking arrogantly, so casually you’d think he got his big nasty nuts sucked every day.

Well he did. Usually several times. But still, he didn’t have to be so SMUG about it.

I moaned and whimpered into his sack, really letting him enjoy his moment as I feasted on him, letting gravity carry a huge orb to the back of my throat, the other big ball resting rudely on my chin, bloated and slobbery where it sat.

“ULPH! MGULLPH! GLLLLAAGHGHGHL!” Was all I could say as the gargantuan gonad ground away in my gullet. Finally he seemed to need a switch, pulling his huge ball from my mouth he slapped it down right between my eyes, smearing my face with my own deepthroat slobber as he crammed the other one in its place, gigantic ball pressing on every part of my mouth from my tongue to my tonsils.

“That’s right sweet slutty Sonia…choke on it” He sneered. I hate it when he talks to me that way, and yet it makes me endlessly wet at the same time.

Finally he’d had enough and pulled out, scooting to position himself at my top, his huge cockhead dicktapping my forehead as he aimed it for my mouth.

“Open wide!” He commanded, spearing his humongous shaft right inside, impaling my lips and oral cavity, blowing right past both to jam his endless cock-cannon into my throat. I’m good. I can take a foot long cock to the balls without blinking, but Emil’s was no foot long. I had never encountered anything that was nearly as thick as his absurd rod, my gag reflex began to kick in around inch thirteen or so, my throat convulsing harshly on his shaft.

“GLLLLLLLLGHGHGHGHK” Was my only retort to his punishment. Perhaps this was what I really deserved for sleeping in.

Emil’s huge paws moved to my tits, the twin fires that always drew him back to me. I’d like to think my unmatched sexual skill, my willingness to be nasty and raunchy, my endurance for fucking, my unmatched capacity to worship a huge cock like Emil’s (Though there is no such thing as a cock like his!) meant something, but at the end of the day I know I’d never be able to keep him without my SS cups.

My own hands of course were locked under Emil thighs, helpless to do anything but grab at them slightly, unable to preventing his huge nuts from hammering the top of my head as he managed to shove more cock inside me. His throat-fucking thrusts were so strong and his balls so heavy that each time they swatted the top of my cranium I saw stars a little, throat involuntarily gurgling on his cock each time.

Emil was making a mess of me! Thick nasty sheets of precum and slobber joined the already nut-smeared streaks that coated my face, yet the stud only continued to use me for his selfish pleasure, humping and pumping away, indifferent to the giant puddle of ooze my features were becoming.

Finally he seemed to have enough of my throat, or at least saw something he wanted more. Emil pulled out, dragging my head off the floor for a moment with the arch of his shaft as it burst free, my lips slapping together in a nasty smack when his glistening head emerged. Emil scooted up, repositioning himself at my tits, his slobbery scrotum parked right on my face as he whipped his weapon against my wobbling melons.

He ground down, I think deliberately smothering me in sack as he began to smack and slap my breasts around with his behemoth beef bat; only a cock like his could toss my heavy tits around like they were nothing.

Once he had sufficiently tenderized his target he squeezed them together and began to hump away, plowing his enormous dick into my cleavage canyon, fingers tweaking my big hard nipples as he worked.

His balls of course were out of control, bouncing and bashing away at my features, thumping my nose one moment or filling both eyes the next. They waggled and whomped away on me, keeping me distracted from the sensation of almost three feet of cock angling in and out between my tits.

This is the effect Emil had on me! I could own any sexual situation, except those that had him in them, and then I became nothing more than a fuck doll.

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