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

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

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Kampala Afrika Jefferson hurriedly searched for some clean clothing. It was already after seven o’clock. She had to get Amhara to the day care center, then had to get to her first class.

She finally grabbed a pair of cutoffs and a blouse, mentally chiding herself for not washing any clothes that weekend. With one more check of her hair, she grabbed Amhara’s diaper bag, making sure that there were plenty of diapers, two juice bottles a change of clothing and a box of animal crackers.

“Who’s Mommy’s big girl, huh?” Kampala sang as she made her way from Apartment 2B to the automobile that Gordon King had purchased for them.

“Me,” the two and a half year old girl giggled happily.

“That’s right, you!” Kampala agreed.

After hooking the child in her car seat, Kampala had to dig her shorts out of her buttocks. Sitting on her car seat, Kampala could feel the velour fabric tickling her bare buttocks.

“Damn, should have just thrown these out, huh?” she asked herself.

Happyland Day Care Center welcomed Amhara and relieved Kampala of her diaper bag. Kampala gave the girl one more kiss before rushing to the campus of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde.

Finding a parking spot was a challenge; obviously several students were signed up for the summer semester. Finally, she hurried from car to classroom, even managing to find a seat in the very front of the room.

Kampala Afrika Jefferson reflected on what had taken her from Devonshire Street Projects of Elgee, Louisiana to a clean two bedroom apartment in DeGarde, Louisiana, an apartment with rent and utilities paid and an additional two hundred and fifty dollars a month living expenses.

She was the fourth child, the oldest daughter of Konstance Mary Jefferson. Konstance had been born to a crack addicted mother and foisted on her maternal grandmother. Kconstance’s grandmother had a deeply entrenched distrust of white people and had pounded her beliefs into Konstance’s head. Konstance also made her own observations of the world around her and came to the belief that white people were doing their best to keep all black people enslaved.

Konstance also believed that black people were trying to deny their own heritage, their own roots. This, in turn, gave white people even more power, more dominance over blacks.

Alcohol gave way to marijuana use and marijuana use gave way to meth use. When shorting meth did not provide the rush, the relief, Konstance started smoking the drug. To pay for her addiction, Konstance stole what she could. When she couldn’t steal, she turned tricks.

Her first child was named Uganda Afrika Jefferson. Her second child was named Zambezi Afrika Jefferson. The third child was stillborn so Konstance did not name the boy.

She raised her children in the same manner she’d been raised. Slaps and shrill admonishing’s were dealt out on a regular basis. Far too few encouraging words or hugs were ever given.

Schooling was hit and miss; Konstance rarely woke up before two o’clock in the afternoon, rarely remembered to make her children wake up in time to attend class. Uganda, Zambezi, Kampala, their younger sister Kasai Afrika Jefferson, and their youngest brother Durban Afrika Jefferson advanced to the next school year simply because their teachers had long ago quit caring.

When Zambezi was eighteen, he dragged Kampala with him to a party a girl was hosting. He liked the girl and hoped to impress her; he’d stolen some of Momma’s meth and even one of her syringes.

At the party, Zambezi lost track of his sister. When he found her four hours later, she was incoherent; could not tell her brother where her clothes had disappeared to.

Nine months later, Kampala cried, screamed, sweated and cursed and gave birth to Amhara Afrika Jefferson. The black nurse in the maternity ward quietly encouraged Kampala to keep going to school.

“You too young give up,” she said to the exhausted girl. “Hear me? You too young this be all there is to your life.”

“What the fuck you know about my life, huh bitch?” Kampala angrily demanded.

“Waters Street Projects, girl. Waters Streets, know what I’m saying?” Venus O’Toole said.

“And now you got you a little girl needs see there more to life than just getting by. There’s more to life than drinking and drugging and getting high and getting knocked up. There’s more to life than getting you that check on the third and being all broke ass by the tenth,” Venus continued. “Go ahead. Tell me that ain’t your life, go ahead, tell me, huh?”

Mrs. Mendelson, a case worker with St. Ann’s Parish did meet with Kampala, did purse her lips and agree to assist Kampala in continuing her education. She arranged for Amhara to have a regular baby sitter so that Kampala could go to school. She also arranged for Kampala to have parenting Anadolu Yakası Sınırsız Escort classes.

And when Kampala did get her diploma, Mrs. Mendelson put Kampala and Amhara into her car and drove mother and daughter to the office of King Sanitation.

In the muted elegance of the office building, Sheila Jakes greeted Kampala warmly and fussed over Amhara. Kampala wondered what the white woman wanted from her.

“Amhara; that’s such a beautiful name,” Sheila complimented. “What does it mean?”

“Amhara’s a region in Ethiopia, a land where my people are free,” Kampala snapped.

“Oh? Have you ever been there?” Sheila asked, undeterred by Kampala’s anger.

“Yeah, right,” Kampala spat. “I just flap my wings and fly there.”

Kampala again bent to the task of filling out the paperwork Shelia had handed to her. Next to her, Mrs. Mendelson shifted nervously.

“All finished?” Sheila asked pleasantly as Kampala scrawled her signature. “Ms. Rodriguez will see you now.”

“Who? Why?” Kampala asked.

“Ms. Jefferson? Hi, I’m Michelle,” an attractive Latin woman smiled, extending her hand.

Kampala found herself in a small office, being questioned about goals, aspirations, plans. She stammered and stuttered her way through the interview, wondering what was going on.

“Kam, can I call you Kampala? I’m going to put you at the top of my list,” Michelle smiled warmly. “Mr. King has final say-so, but I’ll try to twist his arm, okay?”

“Say-so on what?” Kampala demanded.

“The Nicole King Scholarship,” Michelle said, smile faltering. “Mrs. Mendelson didn’t tell you?”

Two days after that odd meeting, Kampala received a phone call on her government cell phone. Some white man, she could tell it was a white man, was telling her he had high hopes for her. The day after receiving that phone call, an attractive blonde woman was ushering Kampala and Amhara toward her minivan, driving them to her new apartment.

“This all mine?” Kampala asked, not believing her eyes.

The apartment was as large as the apartment she had just left on Devonshire Street. It did not smell of cooking oil and burned food. The furniture did not reek of urine. She had a bedroom. And Amhara had a bedroom. And Amhara had a bed, not a cardboard box to sleep in.

Kelli King, Gordon’s wife smiled as the beautiful girl just gaped at her new surroundings. Then she put the keys of the apartment into Kampala’s hand.

“You’re enrolled for the fall semester; you’ll be taking twelve hours,” Kelli said. “Kampala, all we ask is that you do your very best. Kneed anything? My phone number and Mr. King’s phone numbers are right here, on your refrigerator. Just call us.”

With a final hug to the still astonished girl, and a kiss to the sleeping child, the white woman was gone. Then Kampala’s amazement gave way to anger.

All of this wealth had been available and Whitey was keeping it all for themselves. They could have been sharing all this with her, and her brothers and sister and her momma, but they’d kept it for themselves. She didn’t know why these crazy ass Crackers were giving it to her, unless it was some kind of nasty trick.

A few weeks later, Kelli came and knocked on the door of Apartment 2B. She asked Kampala why she’d not been in class that week.

“I’m supposed leave Amhara here by herself?” Kampala asked. “I brung her first day and white ass bitch made me leave her class.”

“Oh, Kampala, I am so sorry!” Kelli gasped. “I could have sworn; no one told you?”

The Nicole King Scholarship was paying for a day care for Amhara. They were paying the gas and insurance and upkeep on a Toyota Camry; there was even a car seat in the rear of the car.

“Kampala, I am so sorry,” Kelli kept apologizing. “I just assumed Michelle went over all of this with you.”

Her first semester, Kampala found like-minded people to hang with. They too were disenfranchised African-Americans, bitter with the cards life had dealt to them. There were even some like-minded professors on the ULD campus.

Gordon King, and his wife Kelli King found out about Kampala’s arrest when Happyland Day Care called, asking if they knew why Kampala had not come for Amhara.

“Three days?” Gordon cried out. “That poor baby; Kelli will lose her mind.”

Kampala roused herself when she heard the guard call out for her. She called back and got to her feet.

“Step back,” the police officer snapped as she reached out to unlock the cell door.

Kampala was shackled and led down a maze of corridors to a small cinderblock room. Inside, Kelli King sat, beautiful face drawn tight.

“Why in God’s name did you not call me?” Kelli screamed the moment the door closed. “And what were you doing at that protest anyway?”

Then, to Kampala’s utter shock, Kelli King burst into tears. She wanted to hug the white woman, but her hands were bound to her waist.

Afterward, there was a flurry of activity. Cells, vans, another cell, a courtroom, a white woman said she was Kampala’s attorney Anadolu Yakası Suriyeli Escort spoke some gibberish to a white man in a dark robe, then she was unshackled and pushed into Michelle Rodriguez’s Mercedes-Benz.

“Girl, I put you at top of my list?” Michelle screamed at Kampala. “I put you ahead of four or five other girls? And this is how you do me?”

And Kampala was hustled down a hall and pushed into Gordon King’s office. The blonde man stared at the girl across a mahogany desk. Then with a sigh, he sat back.

“We picked you,” he began in a heavy voice. “We, Ms. Rodriguez, Mrs. King and I; we picked you because you’re a leader. You, Kampala Afrika Jefferson, you’re a leader.”

“I… I’m what?” Kampala asked, baffled.

“You have the potential to be a leader. That potential is within you, Kampala,” Gordon said.

He slammed his hand on his desk. Kampala shrank back.

“And this? That protest? Makes you nothing but a follower. Just a mindless drone, following other mindless drones because someone tells you that you ought to. That this is the right thing to do. Do you even know what you were protesting?” he demanded.

“They was going have some war criminal…” Kampala stammered.

“What were her crimes, exactly?” Gordon demanded. “What crimes has she been convicted of? What crimes did she commit?”

“I don’t know,” Kampala admitted.

“Lieutenant Carice Soilleau has done two tours of duty in Afghanistan, has been awarded the bronze star, the Silver Star, and the Purple Heart,” Gordon snapped. She is missing her left leg from the knee down and her left arm from the shoulder down. Yet, bleeding from those wounds, she still managed to hold off a group of Taliban fighters until reinforcements could arrive. You may not agree with the Afghan conflict. Hell, I don’t agree with the Afghan conflict, but Lieutenant Soilleau is not a criminal; she is a hero and a patriot.”

Kampala fidgeted in her seat. Her cheeks burned with shame.

“Kampala? If this was a cause you truly believed in? If this was a cause you had all the facts, and were still willing to go to jail for? I would back you up, one hundred percent. I would use every dollar I have to fight for you,” Gordon said quietly. “But this isn’t your cause. This is you just letting someone else making you their sucker. You let someone else put you in jail while they walked off. They’re laughing at you. You got arrested for them and they’re laughing at you.”

Kampala’s shame gave way to anger. She knew Gordon King was telling her the truth. When the police had come in and started arresting them, Professor Donohoe was nowhere in sight. Professor Alton was nowhere in sight. Patty McGuinness, the girl with the bullhorn was nowhere in sight.

“Kampala, be a leader,” Gordon said. “From here on out? Be a Nicole King Scholarship leader.”

“Yes sir,” Kampala sniffled.

As she got to her feet and turned, Kampala saw a photograph of an attractive African-American woman on the office wall. The woman was dressed in a beautiful wedding gown, smiling happily.

“Who’s that?” Kampala asked.

“Rayanne Williams-Sanders,” Gordon said sadly, coming to stand next to Kampala. “She was the first chairperson of the Nicole King Scholarship.”

“She’s beautiful,” Kampala said.

“Yes, yes she was,” Gordon said and actually sniffed. “That was taken on the day of her wedding. I walked her down the aisle when she and her girlfriend got married.”

“What happened to her?” Kampala whispered.

“Died. Bee sting,” Gordon said and dabbed at his eyes. “Loved her like a daughter. Never took anything for granted, was so grateful for every opportunity.”

He abruptly turned away and blew his nose. Then he sat back down behind his desk again.

Sent me an email every Friday, gave me an update of how she was doing. Special occasions? She would call Mrs. King, make sure we knew everything that was going on,” Gordon said.

Kampala looked at the photograph, then at the red nosed white man. This white man was crying, over the death of an African-American woman. A gay African-American woman.

“It won’t happen again, Mr. King,” Kampala promised. “I swear, I won’t let you down no more.”

Stepping into the lobby, Kampala again cried tears of shame. Kelli King and Sheila Jakes had Amhara, were fussing over her daughter. She’d not been able to care for her daughter, locked up in jail for a cause that had been a lie.

Safely in her apartment again, Kampala fed her daughter, bathed her daughter, then gently rocked her daughter to sleep. After Amhara was asleep, Kampala went into her bathroom, got out the scissors from the first aid kit and cut her dreadlocks off. The scissors were not designed to cut hair and her head looked like she’d lost a fight with a lawnmower, but she nodded in satisfaction at the results.

She had struggled to catch up on her missed assignments. Three of her instructors told her that if she missed any more days, they would cut her from their class. But Kampala did manage to Anadolu Yakası İranlı Escort pass her four classes. And, every Friday afternoon, she did send Gordon King an email, giving him a synopsis of her week. She did send Michelle Rodriguez an email every Friday, letting the chairperson of the Nicole King Scholarship know how her week had gone.

At the end of the spring semester, Kampala was carrying a three point five. Now, at the beginning of the summer semester, she sat in her Earth Sciences 109 class, exposed buttocks warming the hard wooden seat. She looked up from her brand new notebook when Professor Byrd strode in.

Professor Byrd was there to teach. He strolled around the front of the room, delivering his lecture in an impassioned manner.

“Erosion. Caused by wind, water, man,” he said. “The map of Louisiana changes almost daily.”

“So, you telling me, in another five, maybe six years, I got me some ocean front property?” a young man quipped.

Dr. Byrd looked up at the man directly behind Kampala and smiled.

At precisely eight forty five, Dr. Byrd stopped and asked if there were any questions. There were none, so he wished them all a good day and marched out of the classroom.

Kampala stood and, before she could stop herself, dug the shorts out of her butt crack.

“I fail this class, it’s all your fault,” the wise cracking young man said to her.

“Huh?” Kampala asked.

“You got any idea how distracting you are?” the red headed man asked.

“Need be paying attention to him, not me,” Kampala advised, smiling, flinging her backpack over her shoulder.

Kampala Afrika Jefferson was used to boys, men vying for her attention, even white boys. Slowly, she was losing her mistrust of all white people, conceding that one or two of them might actually be good people. Mr. and Mrs. King seemed to be good people. Mrs. Jakes seemed to be a good person. One of the workers at Happyland Day Care was a skinny ass white girl, but the white girl was usually the first one to reach out for Amhara.

Kampala knew she was attractive. She stood at five feet, four inches and weighed one hundred and twenty six pounds. She had flawless skin the color of milk chocolate, large soulful eyes and a heavy eyebrow that extended over both large eyes. Her nose was a slender nose that turned up slightly and she had full pouting lips. Her chin and jaw were square, giving her a pleasing symmetry to her face. Since her release from jail, Kampala kept her tight coils of black cut close to her scalp.

Her 32D breasts looked large for her slim frame. Her twenty six inch waist tapered to thirty four inch hips, nicely rounded buttocks.

“I tried. Tried real hard,” the young man insisted as they left the classroom.

“I sit somewhere else next time,” Kampala promised.

“Won’t help,” the young man said as they joined the throng of students thundering down the steps.

“Then I just don’t know what to say,” Kampala said as they stepped into the brutal humidity of southwestern Louisiana.

“Say you’ll have dinner with me; you like Jade Garden?” the young man said, keeping step with her.

“No, but thanks,” Kampala said easily.

The young man wasn’t bad looking. He had bright carrot orange hair cut close to scalp on the sides and the back, with tightly coiled carrot orange curls on the top, coils almost as tight as her own hair. His eyes were a light blue, ice blue if she had to put a name to them. His nose was just a little large for his handsome, square face and he had a light dusting of freckles on his pale white skin.

He was tall, at least ten inches taller than she, with biceps and chest bulging against his tight tee shirt. His pale white legs stuck out of a pair of cargo shorts and she could see his thighs and calves were muscled. His quite large feet were jammed into top siders, with no socks.

“I uh, you following me?” Kampala asked as he continued to walk with her.

“You going to Coolidge Hall? If you are, then yeah, I’m following you,” he smiled, revealing straight, white teeth.

“Uh, yeah. I uh, what class you got?” Kampala asked.

“Alternate History two twenty one,” he said.

“No way, you kidding, right?” Kampala asked. “I needed one more History and my advisor said it was the best one for the short semester.”

“Well, if Ms. Wright’s your advisor, she said same thing to me,” he laughed as he opened the door for her.

“We are not studying history as it was,” Professor Sampson declared after the Teacher’s Aide had completed the attendance. “No, no, we are studying history as it might have been.”

He pulled down a map of the world. With a pointer, Dr. Sampson pointed to Germany.

“What if the United States of America had said ‘the hell with it; we are not entering World War Two, no matter what. We are not going to continue making the Rothschild’s rich,” he hypothesized.

“Then we’d all be speaking German,” a student offered.

“Would we? Would we? Remember, Japan was also involved. And Germany had signed an agreement with Stalin only to turn around and break that agreement,” Dr. Sampson said, pointing out Japan and Russia on the world map. “Suppose Japan had conquered the Asian countries, then turned their attention to Germany? Suppose, instead of bombing the naval fleet of America, the Japanese forces had pulled a pre-dawn raid on the Fokker factories, had decimated the Luftwaffe?”

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It took minutes to dress, by which time their Uber was at the door. In his apartment Peter turned to the girls. “What drinks do you want for a celebration? I have a twenty year old Islay Whisky, and there is a bottle of bubbly in the fridge.”

Whisky seemed to be the drink of choice, but Zoe put hers down decisively and said: “I feel dirty. Can I use your shower, Peter? And you, Dagmar? Come with, you can scrub my back.”

They came back, wrapped in towels, to find Peter at his computer. “Just downloading the video from the bodycams. It seems to be complete, good evidence to have.”

Zoe sat down next to him, rubbing her hair with an end of the towel. “Peter, I feel we did something wrong. I mean, we took revenge, and he deserved it, but somehow I feel…”

“That we, you should have turned the other cheek? That you are now as bad as he was? I can understand that, and I agree, two wrongs do not make it right. But I want you to consider two facts. Firstly he did it because he enjoyed it. You did not, I was watching you. At first your anger took over, but then you hated doing it more and more. Secondly by showing him what he had done to others, making him experience it, just maybe we managed to stop him from doing the same to many other girls. And perhaps his cronies now have something to think about.”

Dagmar nodded. “I think having broken down the leader of such a pack might have broken the group, and individually they would not be so dangerous.”

Zoe shifted on the couch. “But I have to admit that all this has made me very horny. Standing there in that tiny bikini, knowing they would all want to take me, and having the power to control them. To whip that repulsive behind…”

Dagmar slid a hand under the towel. “You were magnificent, wasn’t she, Peter?”

He nodded, watching the two figures leaning towards each other, the towels sliding down to reveal their freshly scrubbed bodies. Zoe smiled at him. “I’m sure you enjoyed the show too, Peter, but we decided to put up a much better one for you. You may even want to arrest us, you know. Take us into custody, see?”

Dagmar lifted her face from where she was kissing Zoe’s ear. “And don’t be so surprised. I prefer girls, and I find this creature delightful, but I don’t mind sharing her with you. I know she is hot for you.”

Peter cocked an eye at Zoe. “May I make love to you, Zoe?”

She looked him in the eye and pushed her hair back, letting the towel slide all the way back as she stood up. Her voice was low. “I want you.”

He held her, aware of Dagmar’s hands Anadolu Yakası Anal Escort on her body, feeling her warm and fragrant against his chest. Hands unbuttoned his clothes, slid the shirt over his back, and he shivered with anticipation.

Zoe offered her face, and he relished the softness of her lips, the wet warmth of her tongue against his. Dagmar nuzzled her neck and nibbled at her ears, and her hands roamed over the soft, yielding globes of her breasts. Then Peter kneeled, taking a pink nipple in his mouth, feeling her breath going faster, her body tensing. Dagmar’s hands slid lower, caressing the belly, the thighs, the soft down of her bush.

His mouth followed, his tongue tracing the line to her navel, the soft texture of her pubic hair, the delicate parting of her lips. He touched her clitoris, feeling Dagmar’s hands caressing her buttocks, pushing her gently towards him. Zoe sighed, opening her thighs and thrusting against him, Slowly he licked her, establishing a gentle rhythm, feeling her hands against his head signalling her agreement to his actions.

He stood up, taking in the desire in her eyes, the swollen lips, the first flush on her cheeks. Gently he pushed her back on to the couch, then positioned himself at her entrance, caressing her swollen lips with his penis, spreading the wetness on to his shaft. Dagmar sat beside them, a hand on Zoe’s breast, the other between her own legs. Staring into her green eyes he thrust himself deep into her warmth.

Zoe gave a keening sigh of pleasure and, hooking her heels behind his hips, she pulled him hard against her. Her body had developed a rhythm of its own now. Here eyes were tightly closed, her mouth open. Her breasts were swinging on her chest, and her stomach muscles were tensing and relaxing in the beginning of an orgasm.

Dagmar moved down, her mouth going to Zoe’s breast, her one hand slipping between the two sweat-slicked bodied, encircling the plunging penis, her thumb on the engorged clitoris, her index finger teasing the puckered anus, finding its way inside.

The vagina clasped his penis, clenching, then relaxing, milking it, drawing it into her exploding climax.

He kissed her relaxing mouth, touched her sweaty cheek as she opened her eyes. She gave a shaky laugh. “Thank you, that was tremendous. I literally saw stars. And you?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Not yet. We have time.”

Dagmar laughed. “You two, that was fantastic! I am sure the world moved just then.”

Zoe smiled into her eyes. Anadolu Yakası Yaşlı Escort “You helped. I felt your hand, your finger. It was like a spark.” She lifted her head to nibble at the blonde girl’s nipples. “You also did not come. I feel so greedy, the only one to have had fun.”

He shook his head. “Not true, we had a lot of fun watching you enjoy. And perhaps that is the greater enjoyment, giving pleasure to someone you care for.”

Her eyes widened at that, and she reached down to his erect member. “Perhaps now is the time for us to pleasure him, what do you say, Dagmar?”

Two pairs of lips engulfed his penis, and soon he was begging for mercy. “Wait, now, if you go on like that I am going to come soon. There is some fun in it for you girls yet.”

They conferred hurriedly, then Zoe said: “Do you want to put it back there? I heard men enjoy it, and I only felt pain when they… So show me if it can be pleasurable?”

He frowned. “I am not sure I have lube. Maybe some olive oil in the kitchen.”

Dagmar laughed. “I’ll go look, but in the movie they used butter…”

Zoe sighed as he caressed her body, cupped her breasts, and rolled the nipples into tight pencil-eraser shapes. She kissed him, her hand going down to his erection. “Don’t go on strike, now! You have work to do!”

Peter watched with growing excitement as the girls opened the bottle of olive oil, then Dagmar carefully poured a thin stream into the crack between Zoe’s buttocks as she crouched before him. The sight of her pale body, the luxurious hips swelling, the red crack beckoning turned him on, and the sight of Dagmar’s finger penetrating the dark anus made him even harder.

Zoe looked at him over her shoulder. “Come now, but be careful.”

“I won’t hurt you. Are you sure you want to? Let’s try.’

Slowly he eased his penis into the slick crack, slid it up and down, then as Dagmar caressed the wet pussy below he pushed against the puckered opening. “Relax, let it go, it will be easy.”

Slowly he expored her forbidden entrance, feeling her resistance, waiting for her body to welcome him. Then his whole length was inside her, and he began to move in and out. Reaching around her he felt her hanging breasts sway, to find the rhythm of their movements as she began to push against him.

Slowly he pulled her back against his chest, drawing her upright, and Dagmar moved in front of her. Drawing her legs up until her feet were on his knees he kept up the movement, and beckoned to the blonde: “Lick Anadolu Yakası Zenci Escort her, make her come again.”

Dagmar girl smiled and lowered her head to the dripping mount. Peter lifted Zoe’s hips, and sped up his penetration. Zoe started screaming softly, the climax building in her. Peter knew he could not last long, and looking over her shoulder saw Dagmar slipping a finger into the dripping vagina, while pinching the swaying nipples. At that he felt his own orgasm going beyond his ability to control it, and he came, lifting her into the air as he shot into her depths. The orgasm seemed to go on and on as Dagmar skilfully played on Zoe’s clitoris and Peter’s balls.

They collapsed in a heaving, perspiring heap, Zoe begging for rest, Peter speechless with the intensity of his climax. Dagmar sat smiling, caressing a breast, enjoying the look of the two returning from their encounter with Nirvana.

Zoe was the first to recover. Sitting up she cupped Dagmar’s cheek and kissed her. “You are so nice to me, love. And you have not yet come. How can we make up for it?”

The blond girl shook her head. “It does not matter, as long as you had fun, and had worked the bad stuff out of your mind I am happy. But if Peter would make me another drink…”

They sipped their drinks in a companionable, naked silence. Then Peter asked: “So, you are on the spot. How do you want it?”

Dagmar blushed. “I appreciate your asking, but can Zoe eat me? I would love that.”

Zoe nodded. “I will try, but you have to tell me how to do it.”

Peter asked: “Can I hold you? I do want to reciprocate the courtesy.” Dagmar looked at him and grinned. “Hey, I prefer girls, but I don’t hate guys! As long as they behave, and not try to jump me. Who knows, I might even let you do me, one day. But now I want this sweet thing to love me.”

She sat down between Peter’s spread legs, leant back against his body, and whispered to him: “I’ll allow you to play with my boobs, this once, ok?”

She cupped Zoe’s flushed face between her hands, guiding her to kiss one breast, then the other. Then she guided her down to her belly button, leaning her head back on Peter’s shoulder. He cupped her hard breasts, rolling the nipples gently between his fingers, holding her against his sweat-slick body. She jerked when Zoe touched the swollen clitoris, then relaxed as her tongue began its exploration of the delicate folds. Against Peter’s cheek she gasped: “I’m going to come soon, I can’t hold it much longer. Oh, sweetie, go inside, put a finger inside.”

Her body arched, spasmed between the two of them, and she cried wordlessly, releasing the sweet agony of her orgasm. Peter hugged her, holding her tight as her body relaxed, and she turned her head, kissing him, and said: “You two are the best. That was so good. Hold me, and you, Zoe, come here and hold me too. Now I can die, I am so fulfilled.”

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Landon groaned to himself as he heard the continuous knocks at his door. “Who the fuck could it be?” he whispered to himself, annoyed at the thought of an intruder. Landon was a college student who was just blessed with the ultimate gift, a snow day. Early in the morning, his college sent out the email, no classes for the rest of the week on account of the huge snowstorm that had hit overnight. Landon had settled himself in for what would seem like a fun day of goofing off, but the person on the other side had different plans.

Forcing his large frame off the couch Landon made his way to the door, turning the knob he opened it and revealed the source of his annoyance. In the newly opened doorway stood a woman who’s small frame supported a hefty chest and wide hips. She had black hair that cascaded down her shoulders creating quite the contrast with her pale skin. The woman’s face was gorgeous even without the small amount of makeup she wore. Landon couldn’t help but think in a different time period she would’ve been a geisha adorned in the most amazing silk robes ordered by an emperor. In this day and age, however, she was dressed in a matching pink tracksuit that hugged her body tightly. The girl was a knockout simple and plain.

“Hey Landon you gonna let me in or what?” the girl said a playfulness hidden within her voice. She didn’t give Landon a chance to answer as she started into the apartment, pushing past his much larger frame.

“Hello to you too, Zheng,” Landon quipped, an equal amount of playfulness in his voice. By the time the comment left Landon’s mouth, the girl had already made herself at home kicking off her shoes and throwing her bag into the corner of the room.

“No last names…Landy,” the girl said with an extra inflection on the nickname she knew Landon hated.

Landon rolled his eyes at the name, it was obvious she was trying to get under his skin. Chuckling out loud he responded “My bad Lianne, why are you here?”

“Oh you know, snow day, classes canceled until Monday…figured I could spend some time partying with my favorite meathead,” Lianne responded. To emphasize her point she started digging into her bag attempting to dig out various items which included game controllers, games, her laptop, and a mysterious brown bag. Holding up a controller she wiggled it around in the air, inviting Landon to join her in their favorite nerdy endeavor.

Landon walked over and plopped on the couch, his larger frame taking up a majority off the small couch. Landon intentionally spread himself out, taking up more space than he needed letting part of his body rub up against Lianne’s ever so slightly. Landon picked up the controller and clicked it on, turning to the smaller girl he grinned and said “You pick the game.”

Lianne rolled her eyes but got up anyway. Walking over to Landon’s game pile she bent over slowly letting him get a view of her beautiful rounded ass, while she took her time deciding on something to play. Landon felt his dick stiffen in his shorts at the site, he was an ass man after all. After a minute Lianne stood back with a cartoonish racing game that looked like it was made for kids.

Lianne made her way back to the couch, getting closer to Landon than she originally was and picked up her controller. “Isn’t this for kids?” Landon inquired genuinely confused by the usually gore addicted Lianne’s pick.

“It’s fun trust me,” Lianne said, letting her mouth creep into a wide grin. Landon’s face remained indifferent showing that he didn’t believe her at all. Lianne pouted not pleased that Landon was criticizing her choice.

“Don’t give me that look,” Landon said with a chuckle.

“Play the game with me,” Lianne responded with a small whine. Landon looked thoroughly unimpressed as he just stared at Lianne. Liane’s pout morphed into a devilish grin. She put her controller down and let her hand creep up to her hair, twirling the thick black strands in her fingers.

Landon was nervous as he recognized the look on his friend’s face, an evil look that meant she was planning something. Landon had known Lianne ever since their freshman year economics class and through the years of friendship, he learned that she loved to flirt and bat her eyes whenever she needed something. Lianne crawled up onto Landon’s chest getting her face close to his, making sure her mouth was close to his ear she started. “What if I make it interesting?” she drove the point home by rubbing her hands up and down his chest.

Landon quirked his eyebrow trying to remain aloof and cool, while his lower half was doing the exact opposite. Anadolu Yakası Türbanlı Escort “What do you mean?” he said barely getting the words out.

Lianne kept whispering in his ear. “I mean if this is a kids game, let’s make it way more fun.” Landon perked up after hearing this and stayed silent as Lianne continued to speak. “Landon baby, how about each race loser strips sound fun”.

Landon couldn’t contain the wide grin at Lianne’s suggestion. “Deal,” he said while he picked up his controller and started the game.

Lianne giggled as she sat back excited to play. Landon didn’t notice it however Lianne was eyeing his dick like a hungry tigress. “Yeah, that’ll be mine,” she thought to herself.

Landon couldn’t hope but groan as he watched the screen display his loss. Lianne grinned like the Chesire cat as stared at Landon. “Well get to it,” she said.

Landon looked legitimately confused until he remembered their bet, grabbing the bottom of his shirt he started pulling it up. For Lianne time slowed as she watched the show in front of her. Lianne had lost count of how many fantasies she had dreamt up about her friend, many of which included her laying on his broad chest in postcoital bliss after he fucked her senseless. Lianne could feel herself getting wet at the idea of that fantasy happening after a few more rounds of games. With the smile of a devil, Lianne keyed back in on the game focused on beating her friend and making him expose even more of himself.

Landon was completely ignorant of Lianne’s lustful motivations, he was way more involved with trying to get a peek at her body. Landon readied himself for his second try, gripping the controller tight he did his best but still lost. Groaning he looked over at Lianne who couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry big guy lose the shorts,” she said.

Landon stood up while laughing. Being a joking guy he decided to give her a bit of a show. Shimmying the basketball shorts down to his ankles he stepped out of them before doing a bit of a showgirl twirl. “Like what you see?” he asked in a manner that suggested he was showing off for her.

Internally Lianne was screaming “Yes,” at the top of her lungs. Even though he meant it as a joke, Landon’s little show excited her. Lianne had seen Landon in various states of nudity before (even accidentally walking in on him nude once), however, the up-close display was something unprecedented. Landon was tall, easily a foot taller than her. Landon’s body wasn’t just tall but incredibly thick with well-defined muscle. Landon had adopted a workout routine that gave him thick arms, wide back, and broad chest however a hatred of cardio and love of late-night snacks let him keep a small but sturdy-looking stomach. Lianne didn’t care about the lack of well-defined abs, the overall power exuded by the bear of a man in front of her turned her on more than a washboard ever could. Lianne’s eyes drifted downward rolling over the dark black skin of his stomach and resting at the grey cloth underwear he was wearing.

The tight shorts did little to hide the third leg that was attached to Landon. Confined in his shorts was a something Lianne had never experienced before, but she oh so desperately wanted to. Landon looked to have a massive dick, the type of organ that only existed in porn movies. Lianne sat there transfixed thinking about how it would be to take it, how it would leave her moaning for more.

Landon sat back on the couch after he performed his twirl, the action snapping Lianne out of her day-dream. If he was paying attention Landon would have seen Lianne rubbing her thighs together uncomfortably. “Okay this time I’ll beat you, then you’ll have to show me, something,” Landon said his voice full of confidence.

Landon’s comments brought Lianne’s competitive fire out, and she completely stomped him. Landon leaned back laughing at his loss, “Well damn you won,” he said while getting up ready to find a snack in his kitchen.

Lianne cleared his throat getting Landon’s attention. “Uhm where do you think you’re going?” she said staring at Landon.

“Uh to get a snack, want one?” Landon said while pointing to his kitchen.

Lianne lept up from the couch and slowly paced towards him. Sorry, Landon, a deal is a deal. Landon was slightly confused until he felt Lianne’s fingers hook into his shorts and tug downward ever so slightly. Landon lost his ability to speak so he couldn’t even respond as Lianne pulled his underwear to his knees revealing her prize. Lianne dropped to her knees and got a better view of Anadolu Yakası Otele Gelen Escort the organ. In her hands, she held what had to be the largest and thickest cock ever. She took a second to study it, a large purple head sat attached to a thick cole black body. The monster looked intimidating but something felt strange about it. Lianne carefully held it trying to think of what was off, when suddenly it hit her.

Staring up at Landon from her spot on her knees she said in total disbelief “Dude are you even hard.”

At this moment Landon regained his composure and spoke “Nah, why don’t you find out?” The statement was said with a little bit of cockiness which turned Lianne on. Smiling she followed the order and stroked him. She started off slow doing her best to awaken the monster in her hand. She kept a slow pace, not wanting him to cum but wanting to see what he was like at his full length. A few moments passed and Lianne’s work was rewarded with a nicely hardened cock dripping with precum. Lianne couldn’t help herself and slowly took the head in her mouth.

Once the organ passed her lips she knew she was in trouble. What she thought was him at his full length was him at a partial chub, and her blowing him brought out the full length. Lianne popped the order out of her mouth and stared up at her friend and soon to be lover. “Dude you’re a fucking horse,” she said in awe.

Landon blushed not that Lianne could tell. Landon had been with a few girls in his college years and found most couldn’t handle blowing him, Lianne would be no different. Landon didn’t want to waste time and returned her look. “Hey Li, go to the couch,” he said with firmness.

Lianne got off her knees and sat on the couch, Landon followed but dropped in front of her on the floor. Resting his massive paws on her knees he spread her legs apart. After opening her legs he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and slowly started pulling. Lianne lifted her ass and let the pants come off revealing her lacy blue material. Landon chuckled looking at his friend’s most intimate part covered by the thin material. “Nice underwear,” Landon chuckled. Lianne blushed not knowing how to respond to the teasing. Not giving her chance to even think of a response Landon started tugging the soaked piece of clothing down her creamy white thighs. Lianne obliged to the action and revealed her soaked sex to the world.

Landon bent down and licked at her core, making Lianne shriek in excitement. Just because Landon couldn’t get good head, didn’t mean he couldn’t give it. Gripping her thighs he gave himself leverage as he lapped at her core. Never had a guy willingly gone down on her, and never had it ever been done this well. Lianne was used to guys doing the bare minimum just to get her wet, but Landon was different. Landon was going after spots and paying attention to her body in a way that made him seem like a God. Lianne was lost in thought when she felt Landon’s tongue brush against her clit. Landon swirled his tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves, painting with both broad and focused strokes.

Lianne couldn’t control herself. She gripped Landon’s head pushing him deeper into her core. She was definitely turned on, no she was far past that point she was so close to cumming. Landon knew this he could feel the way she was reacting and decided to put her out of her misery. Putting all his focus onto her clit he launched his final attack. Lightly sucking on her clit he sent her over the edge. Lianne couldn’t control the scream that left her throat, a heavy sound that was more akin to a wild animal. Landon backed away smiling and pleased as he watched his lover come down from the high he made happen to her.

“Fuck you’re good,” Lianne said. Landon smiled and instead of speaking rose up slightly, lining himself up with her. Lianne looked with a lustful gaze at Landon who was asking permission with his eyes. ‘What the fuck are you waiting for?” Lianne said.

Landon gripped her hips keep her steady as he slowly rocked forward. Lianne suddenly found herself thanking the lord that she was properly wet and warmed up, considering she still felt the intense pressure that came with taking the huge organ. Landon stopped going forward for a second, letting Lianne adjust. Looking down over her he smiled before asking in a calm voice “You good?”

Lianne could only nod as she was too busy with the feeling between her legs. Landon smiled as he looked at her, withdrawing his dick for a moment he rocked forward going deeper into the small girl. Lianne let Anadolu Yakası Ucuz Escort out a yelp, she thought she had taken all of him but was realizing there was much more for her. Landon started increasing his pace, even more, rocking back and forth like a piston. Lianne was in absolute bliss as Landon hammered into her, his dick causing her to slowly lose her mind. Lianne’s definition of sex was changing as she was vigorously fucked into the couch. Lianne looked up and in her crazed lust-filled mind she saw Landon in a different light.

Gone was her goofy nerdy friend and in his place was a sex god who was claiming her as his. Lianne moaned out as her body tightened. “Am I about to fucking cum?” she thought unsure what the building feeling was.

Landon was lost in his own world. Lianne was both wet and tight, a combination that was easily making her a great fuck. Going back and forth he let out his own moan as he pushed deep into her. Feeling adventurous he decided to switch it up. At first, he was going with shallow but quick, but something in him craved more. Landon pulled out fully, much to Lianne’s dismay. “Take off your shirt, and get on the floor,” he said to her. Lianne who was too lost in the amazing sex did as he said. Gripping her shirt she pulled it over her head leaving herself exposed to him. Next, she lay on the floor spreading her legs, giving him a great view of the pussy he had just been fucking. Reaching down to her sopping wet hole she started to finger herself slowly.

“Come on big guy, come fuck me!” she said her voice husky with lust. Landon didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping her legs he raised them straight up in the air before pressing his body against them. Lianne realized she was about to get her wish and squealed excitedly. Landon pressed his body forward bringing her ass slightly off the ground and her legs close to her head. Lining up with her pussy, Landon pushed forward not stopping into her felt his entire length inside of her.

“FUCK!” Lianne yelled when the entire monster entered her. The new position was something entirely different, somehow Landon made himself feel bigger. Instead of withdrawing all the way land moved halfway out before immediately driving back into her. Lianne gasped in shock, she realized that Landon was really going to fuck her. Landon repeated his motion driving into her again, causing her pussy to clamp around him. Once again Landon withdrew but immediately hammered into the tiny woman beneath him. Landon increased his pace, building himself up to a rapid motion that robbed the girl underneath him of coherent thought. Lianne could only react physically as she grabbed at Landon pulling him in deeper, and down towards her for a kiss.

The kiss was a forceful one where there was no passion just hormonal need. Landon drove his hips deep into her continuously, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room. Lianne found herself loving the deep dicking she was receiving. Wrapping her legs around him, Landon found she didn’t leave him much room to move, not that he needed it. Switching to drive into her from a shallow pace he kept fucking her, a machine that was dedicated to its task. Lianne felt a familiar sensation bubble up within her. As Landon continuously fucked her she felt it, like a wave rising inside it was coming to the surface. Almost instantly that wave crashed over her.

Landon was shocked as he watched Lianne convulse under her. Turns out the way he was fucking her hit a spot she didn’t know she had, causing her to cum hard. Knowing she was finished Landon withdrew from her and was about to get her a towel when she spoke in between labored breaths. “Get..on…the couch,” Lianne managed to get out, her chest rising and falling.

Being one to follow orders he sat down staring at his friend. Like a sexy jungle cat, Lianne started crawling towards him stopping when she got between his legs. “Awe someone’s still hard,” she said her voice dripping with lust, right before she pushed the head of his dick into her mouth. Lianne knew she wasn’t going to take the whole thing, so she settled on taking a few inches past the head. When she got to the depth she wanted she withdrew the dick, but immediately plunged back onto it. She repeated the act until her jaw got sore. Letting the organ leave her mouth with a pop she only smiled at Landon before she spoke again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” she cooed before she licked at the tip. Wrapping her hand around the base she pumped at it, doing her best to get him off. It took a few moments but the deep masculine grunt left Landon’s throat. Landon’s cock spurted with force as globs of the thick creamy cum shot from him. Lianne was caught in the crossfire not that she minded at all. When the last spurts stopped Lianna took a bit on her finger and sucked it gently doing her best to be sexy for her friend.

Landon looked down at the girl between his legs and smiled. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

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Author Note: All characters are above the age of 18.

Before she could make a decision about the whole Pornhub deal, Emma had one thing to take care of. A wager she’d lost. It had been a few days since everything kind of converged, and Emma wasn’t particularly busy. So, in between making light-hearted fun of some “ugly” pictures Lindsey took of herself, she texted Ms. Cara.

Me: Hey 🙂

Ms. Exotic: Oh, my favorite student…

Ms. Exotic: How are you? I heard you have a swimming thing coming up.

Me: Yeah, I’m ready though. I’ve been training my butt off.

Ms. Exotic: Oh no, don’t do that. I like that butt <3

Me: You can see it soon if you want to…

Ms. Exotic: Are you free?

Me: Today and tomorrow.

Ms. Exotic: Why wait? Come home today. And…

At this, Emma raised an eyebrow.

Ms. Exotic: If you want to bring a friend, you can.

Me: But you won the bet?

Ms. Exotic: Just means I won’t be a slave *this time*, not that you can’t share me

Emma’s heart sped up, and all she was doing was sitting in bed.

Me: I’ll see.

Ms. Exotic: Parfaite

Cara sent her an address, along with the words “come whenever. I’ll be home all day.” Emma breathed in. Despite everything that had happened so far, it was still somewhat shocking that this was her life. That she was lucky enough to be in this position.

Cara’s words left one question though. Who should I bring? Emma asked herself. The quick answer, of course, was Lindsey. The two of them had been official for long enough for people around them to know, and long enough for her to officially occupy a spot in Emma’s mind as “the treasured girlfriend”. But, when Emma’s bedroom door opened to reveal a tan-skinned cheerleader with a playful smile on her face, Emma determined that she’d been neglecting Gabriella for a bit too long.

She stood and with no warning, kissed her softly on the lips.

“Whoa, someone woke up affectionate.”

“I have a bit of a proposition for you.” Emma started.

“Drink your coffee first.” Gabriella ordered. “If we’re starting the day off like this we’re not doing it low energy.”

“You made me coffee!?”

“Of course,” Gabriella pressed her own kiss to Emma’s lips. “I wanna be the best side ho you’ll ever have.”

“You are not a side ho.” Emma replied with a smile. “You know I love you.”

“Yeah, you definitely need some coffee.” Gabriella chuckled.

They had breakfast of eggs and bacon. With how, well, to be frank, un-romantic Gabriella tended to be, Emma sometimes forgot that she was dating her just as much as she was dating Lindsey. And yet, Gabriella had proven to be able to provide in aspects where Lindsey couldn’t.

Not that it made her better than Lindsey or anything, rather, it made her think about how both girls, when put together, formed this experience that she was incredibly lucky to form a part of.

“Thanks, this is great.” Emma smiled at her.

“It’s just eggs dude.” Gabriella replied with a blush.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Are you okay?” Gabriella asked.

“What? Why?”

“You’ve been looking at me with heart-eyes all day. Well, all three hours of it. Not that I’m complaining, it’s just, I’m not used to it.”

“If you ask me, I haven’t been giving you enough heart-eyes.” Gabriella laughed and shook her head. “Anyway, it kinda has to do with the proposition.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking, you know, we haven’t really done anything.”

“Hey, I told you, I’m not a walks-on-the-beach kinda girl. Save that for Lindsey.”

“No, not like that. Just, special shit. In general, you know?”

“Oh?” Gabriella leaned forwards a little. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Emma shifted in her seat. “When I woke up, Cara texted me.”

“Ms. Leblanc?” Gabriella grinned. “First name basis already?”

“Shut up.” Emma chuckled lowly. “Anywayyy, she, uh, offered me something.”

“Sexuallly?”

“Mhm.”

“Congrats. Have fun.”

“… You can have fun too, if you want.”

At that, Gabriella had lifted a spoon to her lips and froze in place. The egg in the spoon fell back to her plate with a plop.

“What?”

“She told me I can, uh, bring someone, if I wanna.” Emma looked away. “I was thinking I’d bring you, if you wanted.”

“Whoa.”

“New favorite word?”

“Shut up.” Gabriella threw a piece of egg at Emma who squealed and dodged away. “Holy shit. You mean… A threesome?”

“Uh, yeah.” Emma nodded.

“Just like that?”

“Apparently.”

“Holy shit…”

“I was thinking too, I’d like to ask her about the whole Pornhub thing, when we’re, uh, finished.”

“Get the milf- I mean, the mature opinion, you mean?”

“As far as I know she isn’t a mother, so no.”

“Mature I’d Like to Fuck. Same difference.”

“Do you wanna fuck her with me or not?” Emma asked light-heartedly.

“Well… I mean, I’d be insane to say no, right?” Gabriella laughed awkwardly. “I mean, she’s like, really hot right? And…” istanbul escort

“Are you okay?” Emma asked, squinting at Gabriella.

“What? Yeah, o-of course.”

“Gabriella? Stuttering? Really?”

“Fuck off.” Gabriella blushed, looking away. Emma thought about it. What could be the problem? She asked herself. I mean, I can’t imagine Gabriella doesn’t think she’s hot, everyone does, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if…

“You have a crush on her.” Emma realized.

“Hah, no I don’t.”

“You actually have a crush on Cara!”

“I will not participate in your insanity.” Gabriella stood up.

“Holy shit! Gabriella is actually nervous for someone!” A deep laugh bubbled out of Emma. Out of everything that could have been the case, she hadn’t seen this coming.

Gabriella didn’t leave, instead, she crossed her arms, pouting as hard as she could.

“Fine. Okay, yeah. I have a crush on her.”

“Dude, that’s great!” Emma stood up and wrapped her strong arms around Gabriella, lifting her up in the air (much to the cheerleader’s chagrin) “You’re growing up so fast!”

Gabriella spanked her as hard as she could, making Emma lose her grip and let her back down.

“Ow!”

“Fine.” Gabriella replied.

“What?”

“Fine. I’ll go with you.” Emma grinned sadistically. “Cuz I’m curious! Nothing else!”

An hour later, they arrived at a two-floor white house in a regular suburban neighborhood in middle-class America. She was half-expecting a sitcom theme song to pop in like “Here are the Futas and co! Here to fuck the French teacher in the assho-

“We’re here.” Gabriella noted.

“Well, shit.” Emma smiled at the cheerleader as she let Cara know through a message.

“So, uh…” Gabriella looked out the window. “What’s she like?”

“Very smart. Did you know she’s a teacher?”

“Haha.” Gabriella rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean!”

“She’s hot as fuck and sweet on top of that.” Emma summarized. “Relax. You’ll have fun. Just be yourself.” Emma leaned towards her and pressed a kiss on her cheek to reassure her.

She had been talking to Lindsey at red lights on the way here.

Me: Well, I’m here, ttyl Lee~

~Lindsey~: Have fun, love 🙂

Emma’s heart melted. Lindsey had been especially affectionate these days. Putting her phone in her pockets, she got out of the car along with Gabriella. Finally, they were standing there. Just them and a door standing between the two of them and the reality of a threesome.

Group sex is a wonderful thing. But in all of Emma’s life, she’d never imagined that she’d experience it. And yet, here she was, about to have a… Moment, a moment with one of her favorite people in Gabriella and one of the hottest women she’d ever met.

“Let’s go.” Emma knocked on the door.

Ten seconds, twenty, then it opened.

Foreplay is a wonderful thing. Yet, Emma hadn’t yet gotten to know all the different forms it came in. One of them, as she was experiencing now, was instant. When the door swung open, it revealed a french woman in silk pink robes that hung just low enough to reveal 50% of her chest and legs.

“H-Hi.” Emma stuttered. She’d seen a lot of erotic stuff in the past couple of weeks, but dear god this was something else. She felt like she’d stumbled into a trashy 80s porno. Which, she found out, was a lot less laughable when you were the one in it.

“Oh shit…” Gabriella whispered beside her.

“Ah, cherie, you brought your cheerleader friend…”

“You know me?” Gabriella asked.

“Aside from the fact that I teach a class for you?” Cara chuckled as Gabriella ducked away blushing. “Yes, I know you, in different ways as well. You could say I’m a fan.”

Gabriella must have caught onto what she meant quickly, as she asked:

“You saw the…”

“Mhm.” Cara swung an arm around Emma’s back. “This one provided me with some… insight into what it was like.”

Emma’s cock was nearly bursting out of her pants.

“Oh, cool, that’s great.”

“Yes, very.” Cara pulled them into the house.

Without warning, she placed her hands on both sides of Gabriella’s face and pressed her lips to the cheerleader’s. For all the time she’d known Gabriella, she’d been the picture, the quintessential image of sexiness, even before she discovered that she was into girls. Now, that image was in danger of switching to a young french teacher.

The way Cara threw her arms behind Gabriella’s neck and nibbled on her lips, letting her tongue glide over them made Emma wonder if she should give them some time alone and come back later. Maybe Cara was sensing that, because she (while still kissing Gabriella) reached with her left hand and squeezed Emma’s crotch.

Gabriella had her eyes closed, clearly giving all her focus to enjoying the make out, but Cara opened them briefly and winked at Emma. Yeah, she was getting worried she’d actually faint from how much blood was surging into her cock.

When Cara and Gabriella finally separated, a single strand of saliva Escort Anadolu Yakası connected their lips, like it was sentient and begging them to continue. The way Cara grinned devilishly, like a succubus trapping her victim and the way Gabriella stayed frozen like she, the sluttiest girl she’d ever met, was a virgin, made Emma squirm.

As far as just watching two people go at it, she felt this ranked very highly on the “hottest things she’d ever seen” list.

“Fuck.” That word didn’t come from either Gabriella or Cara, but from Emma herself.

“Hahaha,” Cara pulled her close, “it appears your friend is stuck.”

She wasn’t lying, Gabriella was just staring at them.

“You broke her!” Emma laughed. “Gabriella’s are limited edition, I’ll need a replacement.”

That made Gabriella shake her head and smack Emma’s shoulder. Even then, she wasn’t talking, just pouting.

“Well, if it is not too much to ask,” Cara stepped back, “I would… I would like to see that video again.”

“What? Sure, I can look it up…”

“No,” Cara interrupted, “in person.”

“O-Oh.” Both Emma and Gabriella reacted.

“Haha, well is it possible?”

“Su-“

Gabriella cut Emma off with a kiss. Unlike the one she’d shared with Cara, Gabriella quickly thrust her tongue into Emma’s thankful mouth. It was like a burst of energy had emerged from inside of her, licking anything and everything that she could like Emma’s saliva was keeping her alive.

And Emma couldn’t get enough of it. Mustering her strength, she lifted Gabriella into the air, grabbing her by the hamstrings and making her wrap her legs around the futa’s waist.

“Magnifique.” Emma opened her eyes briefly to see that the woman had begun rubbing herself. Emma remembered how things were the first time she’d fucked Gabriella.

It turned out, at this point, she couldn’t deny that being watched was absolutely a turn-on for her.

She bit down hard on Gabriella’s bottom lip and the girl moaned.

“I need your dick.” Gabriella indicated.

“As do I. We did not get to do much in our time…” Cara smirked lustfully.

“I have enough cock for both of you… I hope anyway.” Emma did not put Gabriella down. With Cara guiding her, she lifted her all the way up to the next floor. There, she only set the girl down on Cara’s bed. There, she took off Gabriella’s pants and dropped her own jeans.

“The video showed more than I’ve seen… I’d like to see more.” Cara whispered in Emma’s ear. If she wasn’t ready before, she was now.

Still, she had gotten a little better at this whole thing. She knew going in hard right now, was a bit of a waste. So, she kneeled down, her cock slapping against the bed on the way, and she began to lick Gabriella’s pussy.

“Oh, god…”

“Enjoying this?” Cara leaned forwards, as Emma could see from her position. Cara rubbed one of Gabriella’s breasts, and it was like the cheerleader was reminded that she was there.

They picked up where they had left off. Emma couldn’t see it all too well, but she could hear their lips smacking and that little bit of ASMR made her go off. She stopped her eating, saving the meal for later, of course, and spread Gabriella’s legs further.

“Oh Jesus.” Gabriella moaned into Cara’s mouth. The teacher laughed and looked back, grinning when she saw that Emma was about to go in.

And go in she did.

“Fuck!” Gabriella nearly screamed. “Fuck, fuck!”

Emma did not take it easy. From the start, she pounded Gabriella’s for a few seconds, then she started to grind. Gabriella’s cursing devolved into needy whining and incessant moaning. Cara watched it all with a satisfied grin.

“Is that as fast as you can go?” Cara asked. Every couple of seconds, she would do something like that which reminded both her and Gabriella that there was a third person here.

And that made things even hotter.

“Of course not.”

With that, she went into full speed. One pump after another, the bed shook in tandem with her energy. Cara did not sit around and watch. She placed her mouth over Gabriella’s, alternating between saying stuff so lowly that Emma couldn’t hear it, and sticking her tongue in between the girl’s lips.

Now, Emma was proud of a lot in her life. But making Gabriella cum within what had to be just a few minutes of fucking, that, she would go on to tell anyone she could. Everyone had to hear, in her mind, about how she’d made Gabriella The Self-Appointed Cocksleeve cum in record time.

The cheerleader shook. Emma stopped, her cock still inside of her as she stared, surprised.

When Gabriella stopped, both the teacher and Emma just stared at her.

“I… I fucking came.” Gabriella said after catching her breath.

“Wonderfully, cherie.” Cara placed a chaste kiss on her lips, which was weirdly cute for some reason. “My turn though.”

“I’ll get out of the way…” Gabriella started to lean out, to get off the bed, but Cara stopped her.

“No need.”

Cara shed her robe and climbed on top of Gabriella. Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort

“What are you…” The teacher stuck her ass in the air and again, picked up where she left off. With this much making out, it was clear she had some fascination with Gabriella’s lips that the cheerleader did not seem to mind.

Emma, casually, went to stick her cock inside of Cara, but as she pressed into her pussy, the woman stopped her kiss.

“Wrong hole.” Cara stated.

“It’s your pussy though…” Emma raised an eyebrow.

“I know.” She could hear the grin in her words.

Emma wondered if she’d ever been this horny.

Complying, she teased Cara’s pink hole, just above her pussy. She couldn’t believe she was this lucky. The smacking of lips from the two girls below her ceased for a moment. Holy shit, she thought. I’m actually about to fuck my teacher in the ass.

A moment of clarity made her slap some saliva onto Cara’s rim, which made the teacher moan. No more stalling. She pressed forwards.

“Ohhhh, merde.”

“You are so fucking hot.” Gabriella whispered from beneath her as they resumed their kiss.

Unlike with Gabriella, Emma decided to take things slowly here. She didn’t know when she’d, if ever, get to do this again. She wanted to enjoy it. She stroked softly, back and forth lightly as to tease the teacher who had clearly seen what she was capable of earlier.

Emma was loving every second of it. The woman was absurdly tight, and her ass, although not as plump as either Gabriella’s or Lindsey’s, was… Fair. It was the kind of butt she’d expect a queen to have. She grabbed onto it, fearing that she’d faint from the pleasure if she didn’t have something to hold onto.

Squeezing the woman’s cheeks, she moaned herself.

“This. Is. Amazing.” She let out between humps.

“Enjoying my ass?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Emma laughed.

“Ohhh, you’re wonderful, dear.” Cara slowly started to let out moans of her own. “I see what I’ve been missing.”

“You have no idea.” Gabriella whispered.

“Everyone should feel this at some point.”

“Well, maybe not everyone.” Gabriella chuckled as they went back to their kissing. Emma found her rhythm.

For the next five minutes, she pounded at away at the French woman, the two of them connected like they were teaming up to fight the British.

One more minute, two, and finally, Emma felt her body preparing.

“I’m going, I’m going to…”

“Me too cherie, me too!” As if Emma wasn’t planning on cumming inside Cara’s ass, the teacher used her legs to reach behind the futa and lock her in place.

She came hard, filling Cara’s ass with as much of herself as she could. Even as she settled down, she refused to leave the warmth her dick was feeling.

They stayed like that for at least a few more minutes.

One very long session later, all three women were laying on Cara’s Very Expensive Bed.

“That was amazing!” Gabriella squealed, hugging Emma close.

“Agreed.” Cara smiled at them.

“You’re amazing, by the way.” Gabriella pulled Cara in for yet another kiss. It seemed they really liked doing that.

“A pleasure, honestly.” Cara stood. “So, you said you had something to talk about?”

“Oh, yeah.” Emma grew serious. “I, uh, got an offer.”

“Explain.”

“Well, basically… I got an offer to be a pornstar.”

“Oh, I get those all the time. Just delete the message and block the person, honestly, people these days.”

“No,” Emma interrupted, “I mean a professional offer. Like, from PornHub.”

“What?” Cara was surprised.

“Yeah, the video kinda took off and they sent me something. They want to work with me. But, I don’t know… Should I? It sounds like a great deal.”

“Whoa whoa, cherie.” Cara waved her hands back and forth. “I… Well, first I need to know. Is it being a pornstar that interests you, or working with PornHub?”

“Both?”

“Pick one.”

“Oh…” Emma thought about it. “Well, I guess being a pornstar. I, uh, like fucking.” Both Gabriella and Cara laughed. “And, uh, if I can get paid for it, that would be great.”

“Okay. Here’s my advice then.” Cara straightened up. “Working for a pornographer or a porn company, as far as I’ve seen, is potentially dangerous. You could end up with inadequate pay, having sex with people you don’t trust as far as disease is concerned, and well, a lot of those scenes aren’t made naturally.”

“What?”

“They’re like movies. All the life is sucked out of them by producers and directors. You do what they tell you to do, you cum when they tell you to cum.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Cara nodded. “However, if being a pornstar is what interests you, there are better ways to go about it.”

“Like?”

Cara smiled.

“Get some kind of site where people donate to you directly, be your own boss.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, Gabriella nodded.

“Wait, wait, that’s a great idea!” Gabriella suddenly interjected. “No, seriously! Promote yourself as the girl from the video, and make people pay you directly to watch you!”

“I think that would be the best course of action.”

“Wait, how can I promote myself? ‘hey, it’s me, the futa’?”

“No.” Finally, Cara said something that, years later, Emma would thank her as the person that set her on the right path. “Make a different video.”

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A little later that evening at Rob’s party, after our very serious conversation, Lisa and I finished my bottle of Jack Daniels together. And by this time, we were both pretty fucking drunk… Rob was already inside, passed out on the couch.

Hell, just about everyone here was either drunk, or if they had brought weed, were stoned. I wandered into the house, heading for the bathroom to relieve my bladder. My stomach churned a little as I walked towards the restroom, and for a moment I worried that I may end up puking. I started walking faster, throwing open the bathroom door, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet, but… nothing.

Thank god for that much. After a few moments, when I was sure that nothing was going to come up, I got back to my feet and sighed in relief. I lifted the toilet seat, pulled out my dick and started to relieve my bladder. When I finished, I thought maybe I needed some water… hopefully, that would help relieve some of my nausea.

I realized it had been two years since the last time I drank as much Jack Daniels as this, so I figured it was best to try and sober up before I got sick.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, and found a clean glass before pouring myself a glass of water, I took a long swig and sighed. It tasted like heaven going down, and I quickly emptied the rest. Turning the sink on again, I started refilling the glass, and as I did, I heard footsteps behind me.

“You okay there,” came an unfamiliar voice.

I turned around, to find myself looking at a tall woman, maybe in her early thirties with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. She had an incredible body, and was wearing a tank top that showed a nice view of her tits. She also wore a white skirt, showing off her sexy smooth legs.

“Uh… y-yeah, just needed to sober up some,” I slurred.

“You look pretty drunk. are you sure you don’t need a hand?”

“No, no I… just wanted some water.”

She leaned against the kitchen counter, as did I, and her kind smile turned a bit more seductive.

“You must be Jay,” she said, “I’ve heard a lot about you… like how you’re really good at sucking cock.”

“Oh… who told you that?”

“Kendra,” she said, to my surprise, “She’s a good friend of mine.”

That was great, I now wondered if this girl had a dick as big as Kendra’s. Maybe that was why Kendra suggested me to her.

“Listen… if you feel good enough later… meet me upstairs in the guest bedroom. We can have plenty of fun together, I’m sure.”

I took another swig from my glass nervously, and the girl laughed, helping me into the living room. I sat down on the couch across from where Rob was sound asleep. Making myself comfortable, I looked at her… the room was spinning, and so was she.

Groaning loudly, I sat the glass down on the floor and lay back on the couch. She smiled down at me.

“Thanks,” I muttered, sleepily. She faded out, as did the sounds that I could hear coming from out in the backyard… I had passed out.

When I woke sometime later, I again groaned, pushing myself up into a sitting position. My stomach churned, and I leaped off the couch making a dash for the bathroom… but this time, there was no holding back the contents of my stomach. Half a bottle of Jack had done me in. Back in the day I could have handled it, but it had been too long since I’d been drinking this heavily.

When I finished, I sat on the floor next to the toilet, totally exhausted.

I didn’t really want to get up for fear of not being able to make it back to the bathroom again if I had to. The doorknob turned, but it was locked.

“Whose there,” I yelled.

“Jay, is that you?” a very concerned Holly asked,

“It’s me, are you alright?”

Grunting, I pushed myself onto my knees and unlocked the bathroom door, pulling the door open and letting her in.

“Holy shit! Baby… you look like hell.”

“I feel like hell,” I laughed. Holly didn’t appear that drunk to my surprise, as she started laughing and shut the door behind her, and sitting down on the floor with me.

“To much Jack,” I groaned. “Where… oh boy… where’s Lisa?”

“Passed out on the couch. I just helped get her comfortable.”

“At least one of us is sleeping,” I said.

“Well, when you’re sure your okay, I’ll help you get up to the guest room,” she offered.

I smiled and nodded my head as she started rubbing my back. It was good to have someone at my side, trying to comfort me… I hated being sick while drinking. It was the only reason I hated drinking that heavily.

“Hey Holly… who was the girl with the Sandy blonde hair and the white skirt and tank top?”

“Oh… are you talking about Christy?”

“I guess so. She ran into me in the kitchen and I think she made a pass at me.”

Holly started laughing, and I chuckled, weakly. I leaned my head back against the wall and cleared my throat, continuing to explain.

“She told me to meet her in the guest room if I was interested. Said she was friends with Kendra, and that she Anadolu Yakası escort heard a lot about me.”

“Well, you are way too drunk for that right now. I won’t let you go hooking up with anyone if you’re this messed up Jay. If you want to hook up with Christy, you can do it when you’re sober.”

“Should I though? I mean, what do you know about her?”

“She’s pretty nice. She’s got a big cock,” she laughed, “Not as big as Kendra though from what I hear, but she damn sure knows how to use it.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that mean?”

“I don’t know,” Holly shrugged her shoulders, “I hear she has this special trick that she’s able to do while she’s fucking a guy in the ass… they say she’s really flexible, and since she’s pretty big, she can actually fuck you in the ass in missionary, and suck your cock at the same time.”

“No fucking way,” I blurted out. We both started laughing, and I shook my head, trying to take in what she had just told me about this girl. If it was true though… damn! It had to take some serious talent to do that. It sounded hot too, and I could just imagine taking a good pounding, while getting my cock sucked by the same person giving me the pounding.

“I think I’ll give her a try,” I said.

“Fine honey… but not tonight. Like I said-“

“Yeah, yeah… I know! I’m too drunk. What would I do without you?”

“I’m not sure,” Holly laughed, “but you’re lucky to have someone like me watching over you. You and Lisa both for that matter!”

When I felt like I was good to go, Holly helped me get back up on my feet and then helped me up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Christy wasn’t in there, which was no big deal. I would get her number from someone in the morning if she wasn’t still at the party by the time I woke up.

I flopped down on the mattress, and started laughing as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I kicked off my shoes, and Holly helped me get out of my pants. Once I was stripped down to my boxers, I collapsed face first into the pillow and groaned, as the room started spinning once again.

“Thanks Holly,” I mumbled.

“No problem Jay. Now it’s my turn to get some rest.”

I heard the door click shut behind me, and I sighed as my body began to relax. I was ready for sleep, but the only problem was, this room was so damn hot I couldn’t take it. Figuring no one would care, even if they walked in and saw me, I slipped out of my boxers and proceeded to bury my face in the pillow once again.

Sleep overcame me quickly, as the cool night breeze swept over my nude body.

I woke again about midway through the night. I wasn’t sure what time it was. I just knew that I had been woken up by the presence of someone else in the room with me. I had even heard the door opening and closing. Shivering, I stayed totally still and tried to get back to sleep. I assumed it was probably Lisa or Holly, and figured it would be nice if we would sleep in the same bed anyway.

“I knew I would find you in here sexy,”

The voice did not belong to Lisa or Holly; I did vaguely recognize it though, and I knew who it was… it was Christy. Holly had insisted I was too drunk to have sex with anyone, but Christy was here right now, I was naked and also a bit horny… as well as very curious about whether what she told me about Christy was true.

I heard the soft patting of her feet on the carpet coming towards the bed. I felt the edge of the mattress pushing down, as her weight moved over top of me. I remained flat on my stomach, face against pillow, as Christy crawled over me. The warmth of her body felt good, and I sighed as she relieved the chill that had been running up my spine.

Then I felt something big and hard rubbing against my ass crack, and I knew just what it was… damn, she did feel pretty big. Suddenly, Christy turned me onto my back and smiled at me before kissing me on the lips. I embraced her, kissing back, our tongues locking together.

After a few seconds of kissing, she started teasing my nipples with her tongue while reaching down to take hold of my dick and stroke it for me. Up and down her hand glided over my dick, while her tongue continued licking at my nipples, and she began to suck on them as well.

“I want to suck your cock baby,” she whispered.

She slid down some and wrapped her lips around my dick. It felt so wet, and warm, but even though the booze was wearing off, I noticed there was a bit of a problem… as good as all of this felt, I couldn’t seem to get hard. She had made out with me, played with my nipples, and was now straight up sucking my cock… and I still couldn’t get a hard-on.

What the hell was going on, I wondered. Then it dawned on me… I was sobering up, but I obviously still had a bad case of whiskey dick as I liked to call it during my college days. Christy stopped sucking, and looked up at me a bit confused and I leaned my head back in shame and embarrassment. I worried that she might be angry with me or something, and I hoped I was wrong.

“I’m Anadolu Yakası escort bayan sorry… this isn’t normal for me, I swear.”

“What’s the matter?” she asked a little confused.

“I… I think I drank too much. I got whiskey dick,” I laughed.

“That’s it?” Christy asked.

I gave an uncertain look and then she laughed as well, kissing me on the lips.

“I was worried I was doing something wrong or that you weren’t attracted to me or something. If it’s just because you’re drunk, that makes me feel a lot better… there are other ways to please the both of us.”

I laughed, certain I knew what she meant by that but not so sure I wanted to take that step… after all, she was supposedly as big as Kendra. Holly said they weren’t the exact same size though, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad and I definitely was very curious about her ‘trick’.

“So Jay… if you can’t get it up, that’s okay. Because I can get it way up, so we can just… reverse the roles a little, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I replied.

“Good,” she said, as she stood up on the mattress and slowly slid her skirt down her smooth legs.

I was surprised to see that this whole time she had not even been wearing any panties under that skirt. So as soon as she pulled the skirt off, her cock sprang free immediately, fully erect and huge.

Holly was right. Christy was definitely very large. Still not as big as Kendra though, which was good in my opinion, because it meant I stood a better chance of experiencing less pain when it was over.

Christy stood over me, with her feet planted on the mattress on either side of my head, her huge cock dangling right above me. Smirking down at me, she started to lower herself down until her cock and balls were right over my face. I opened my mouth as her balls slipped in, and I started sucking on them both, one at a time. Christy moaned, leaning her head back as I sucked on her nuts, and she started stroking her cock.

After a few moments, she let go of her cock and pushed that between my lips. It took a few seconds for me to accommodate her size, and once I had adjusted, she slid all the way to the back of my throat with ease. It wasn’t fitting her entire length in my mouth that worried me… it was fitting it all in my ass that I was unsure of.

It had been a while since I last took a pounding; since my experience with Kendra to be exact. So I was certain it would probably be extra tight for her back there. With her eight-inch monster deep down my throat, I gagged, loving it, and sucked her to the point where I knew she was enjoying herself.

“Mmmm yeah! Kendra wasn’t lying, you’re really good at this!”

I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her a little deeper into my mouth and squeezing her cheeks. Her balls resting against my chin, I inhaled through my nostrils, taking in the musky aroma that I loved so much.

“Fuck,” she sighed. “I’m going to cum…we have to stop, I’m not ready!”

She backed off quickly, not wanting to go over the edge yet, and while panting, she leaned in to kiss me on the lips with a big sexy grin on her face.

“You’re a real cock slut, you know that Jay?”

“So I’m told,” I laughed.

“Now… I’m going to fuck that sweet little ass of yours too,” she said.

She grabbed me by the ankles, and lifted my legs all the way up to her shoulders but slid down some so that her face was right in front of my ass. She spread my cheeks, and I felt her hot breath on my hole as she leaned in and started to tongue my crack.

Up and down along the ass crack her tongue went, lubing up my hole real good. She waited until I was nice and wet from her saliva, before I felt her slowly inserting her index finger. It was no big deal, as it slipped right in with ease and I sighed as I felt her pressing against my prostate. That was only one finger though…

After working her index in and out for a few minutes, Christy slowly inserted a second finger, and I felt myself slowly stretching for her. It still didn’t hurt, although it was more uncomfortable for the time being than painful.

Two minutes later, she was slowly guiding three whole fingers into my asshole, pushing them all into me until they were up to the knuckles.

“You’re really tight for having been fucked by Kendra.”

“It’s been a few months,” I admitted, “Kendra really stretched me out, and I’ve been taking some time off from the submissive role.”

“Oh really,” she laughed, “So I’m the first you’ve been with since her?”

“Mmhm,” I replied.

“Well, that makes me feel kind of special,” she giggled.

Christy withdrew all her fingers and went back to licking my hole, which was now spread pretty wide. I wasn’t gaping exactly, but I was wide enough, as far as I was concerned, for Christy to proceed.

“I think you’re ready to go,” she said, as if reading my mind.

She reached over to the nightstand and started digging through the drawer for what I figured was a bottle escort bayan of lube… after a minute or two though, she sighed in frustration.

“Damn it! They don’t have any lube in here.”

“Oh… what uh… what are we going to do?”

“Hm… well, I think you’re wide enough… we could rely on spit if you’re okay with that. I won’t make you do anything your uncomfortable with.”

I thought it over and it sounded risky. But if she used a fair amount of spit it might not be totally bad, however the only way to determine that was to actually give it a shot.

“Alright,” I said nervously, “But… use enough, okay? And be gentle.”

“Don’t worry Jay, I’ve done this plenty of times. I can make it work.”

Christy had me turn over onto my stomach again, and she smacked my ass. I laughed as she did this a few more times, before spreading my cheeks and leaning in to start licking my hole again. She spent a good two minutes eating my ass, running her tongue back and forth between my asshole and my balls and finger fucking me at the same time.

After about three minutes, she moved around to the side of me and shoved her cock into my mouth.

“Get me nice and wet baby,” she said seductively. I sucked, and slurped, deep throating her for about a minute and a half before she backed away,

“That’s good enough.”

Trusting her, I buried my face in the pillow as she moved behind me again and spread my cheeks. I heard her spit and then felt it hitting my asshole. I thought I was already well lubricated, but I guess it didn’t hurt to make absolutely sure. I felt her weight pushing down on me now, and I could feel her huge cock probing at my asshole.

She moved it up and down along the crack for a moment or two before grabbing her dick and pushing it into me. I gasped, biting my lip and gripping the sheets as she pushed all the way into me. Within a matter of seconds, I could feel her hot balls against me, and I knew she had buried all eight inches in my ass.

It wasn’t painful at all, to my surprise, just the immediate feeling of fullness was one that I had forgotten in the few months I had stopped being submissive. After the initial shock wore off however, I remembered why I had enjoyed that sensation so much.

Christy waited until she was sure I was alright, then slowly withdrew her cock from my ass until only the head remained inside of me. Suddenly, with zero mercy, she rammed all eight inches back inside of me to the hilt once again.

I gasped again, my body jumping underneath of her as she pulled back once again and repeated the same action. She did this over and over again, pounding my ass, the bed shaking underneath of us as I felt her breasts pushing into my back.

“You’re so tight baby,” she whispered in my ear.

“It feels so good.”

“Oh fuck! Christy…f-fuck me,”

“You want me to fuck you harder sweetie?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me… tell me what you want Jay.”

“I want you to fuck me… fuck me harder!”

She happily obliged, as she lifted herself about halfway off the bed and dropped back down into me. She grabbed my hips and started slamming in and out of me, flesh slapping against flesh, fucking me as if I had never been fucked before.

This kept up for about three minutes straight, and at this point, my cock was starting to leak pre-cum although it was still not fully erect.

Christy finally pulled out of my ass, and flipped me over onto my back, lifting my legs up to her shoulders and plunging right back in.

“Oh fuck,” I shouted, as she rammed back into me and resumed fucking the hell out of me.

In missionary now, she was able to slide much deeper than she had been able to while we were in doggy style. I always preferred to be fucked in missionary, and with Christy, it was no different.

She was now slowing her pace, from a vicious thrust, to more of a gentle fuck and it felt like she was making love to me. Regardless, it felt just as good as it felt when she had been pounding the hell out of me. She started licking and sucking my neck and my earlobe as she had done earlier and then I felt her hand wrap around my cock.

“Look at that baby,” I heard her say, breathing heavy, “I may have helped you cure your case of whiskey dick!”

I hadn’t noticed until she pointed it out, but Christy was right, my cock was as hard as steel right now. She started stroking me, her hand moving in a blur and continued fucking me at the same time. She trained her lips to my nipples, licking, sucking, and biting gently. My breathing was getting heavier, and I was starting to feel like I might be getting close.

“Hey Jay… wanna see something really cool?”

“Huh?”

“Watch this,” she said.

She straightened her back a bit and lifted my legs up higher while keeping her cock halfway in my ass. Lifting me up as far as she could, Christy leaned her head in close and right before my eyes she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking!

I couldn’t believe it… Holly had been totally right. Christy could suck dick while fucking ass at the same time… it was an amazing talent. One that quickly had me shaking underneath of her and moaning a bit louder than I wanted to, as my orgasm rushed through my body. It was the same kind I had experienced from only two other people… Kendra and Annie.

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Here is another fiction offering for my readers, all the while I await (while searching for) my next REAL encounter. This IS a real story EXCEPT for the sex…unfortunately there was none, but did come close. anyone familiar with my writing by now knows that I don’t beat around the bush too much. I try to entertain as well as getting to the point, whether it’s a true story or a work of fiction. After all, we all know why we come here to read these stories, and its not to read an endless diatribe. I’m not attempting to win a Pulitzer Prize, so grab a couple paper towels and sit back and enjoy. Also, I love and welcome all comments. Let me know how much you enjoyed the story.

Halloween. One of my favorite times of the year, and this year would prove to be the best one yet! With Halloween falling on a FRIDAY, it couldn’t be better timing! My wife was going to be out of town for the weekend on a well-deserved ‘girls getaway’, so I could have some fun all on my own, and she’d be none the wiser.

Night time can’t come fast enough. I spent all day watching TV and going to the store for last minute costume accessories. Walmart and Party City rock! I buy the ‘good’ stuff at Walmart, and I found some ‘hooker gloves’ at Party City, the black fishnet kind that go to the elbow and you hook your thumb and pinky through the holes…leaving your fingers uninhibited for whatever you need to use them for. I’d like to unzip some pants…

Night finally comes, and I start getting ready. I had just ordered a shoulder length auburn wig from some Chinese place over the internet and it came just in time. I bought some bright red (hooker) lipstick…any guesses on what I’m dressing as? A hooker! Duh. Ok, well, I was already clean shaven, my entire body, but I ran the razor over my face one last time.

Then I applied the foundation, having chosen the perfect skin tone to match my natural skin color. Then some blush. My wife taught me how to do my makeup, and I would say she did a pretty good job as a teacher. She also provided me with some brushes and some makeup pads.

I follow with some eyeliner and eyeshadow, then apply the crowning jewel, my bright red hooker lipstick. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t look half bad, even without Anadolu Yakası escort the wig and earrings, which went on next. Damn, I gave new meaning to the phrase go fuck yourself…if I could have, I would have! I lubed my hole well…just in case. If anything, I like how it feels when I walk around. I then painted my toenails a bright red. Now comes the best part…the clothes!

Black lace trimmed panties, followed by a pair of jet black Vassarette sheer pantyhose. My cock went rock hard as soon as I pulled them on! What a feeling. I bought a black lace trimmed bra and stuffed it with rice-filled stockings. I read somewhere that they would make convincing titties. I pulled on a sexy top that had see-through black mesh sides, and then pulled on a black miniskirt so short it was almost illegal. And lastly, for the simple fact that it’s almost impossible to do any task with them on, I applied my fake nails, and painted them the same bright red as my lipstick.

Checking myself one last time in the mirror, and touching up my makeup a little bit, I strapped on my 4 inch strappy fuck me shoes, grabbed my purse (which held my license, cards, cell phone, lipstick, lube, condoms, and some wipes), put on my cute black coat with fuzzy cuffs and hood, and out to my garage I went. Climbing into my truck in heels is a challenge, but I do ok, always do, I go out a lot late at night.

One of the clubs in town was having a Halloween party, and I was going to go this time. I had chickened out so many times in the past, and regretted it right after Halloween was over. We were pretty new in town, so I didn’t know too many people, so I doubted I would be recognized, but even if I was, it was the one day of the year that you could dress however you wanted. I so very much wish I could dress like this the other 364 days of the year, so I damn sure wasn’t going to miss out on the ONLY day of the year that I could do this and get away with it!

The club had a pretty good band, and a lot of people were there. As well as a lot of food. I am not a smoker but I had an electronic cigarette that I carry with me in my purse, bought just for this occasion so I could have an excuse to go outside and stand around for a little bit, maybe Anadolu Yakası escort bayan mingle with some people. After all, I was there to try to get laid. Honestly, I did not expect to hook up that night. It was more a fantasy that drove me to go there in the first place, to finally get the courage up to go out in public dressed like this.

I wish I had had a ride so I could have drank, take the edge off a bit. But I was just thrilled to be out like I was. I did order a glass of wine, I figured I could make it last for a couple hours and I would be OK to drive, and I only live a couple miles away anyways. It was getting warm and stuffy inside, and I wanted to step outside and show my stuff to anyone who could see. I went out the back door, where some smokers go. Most of the smokers go out front. I was still apprehensive about being out like I was, so I kept a low profile for the most part.

It had snowed a couple days before and the parking lot was kind of slippery, I was watching somebody doing donuts in the parking lot, sipping my wine and drawing on my e-cig. I didn’t even hear anybody come out the back door. I never expected what would come next. I felt a pair of hands on each side of my hips. A man’s voice…shhhhhhh…was all I heard. He told me he knew I was a guy, but that I was better looking than most women who were there that night. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

He started moving his hands up and down my hips, then guided me around the corner of the back hall. Still kind of open, but we would not be seen if somebody came out the back door. I was a little nervous, but I was hoping for a happy ending. He stayed behind me the whole time, I never did get to see his face. I was standing in about 4 inches of snow, in a pair of 4 inch open strap sandals. I will admit, I love the feeling of snow on my nylons, so now I am even more excited.

Slowly, gently, seductively he raises my skirt a little, it didn’t need to go up very far in the first place. I feel his thumbs hook the waistband of my pantyhose and panties, and gently pull them down to just below my ass. I am now as hard as a rock in anticipation of what might come next. I didn’t have long to wait. I hear his zipper escort bayan pulling down. Then I feel the tip of his cock gently pushing at the opening of my ass. A little push and it goes right in. I did not see the size of it, but it felt pretty darn big, and the bigger the better, I love a big cock in my behind!

As soon as I smelled alcohol on his breath when he initially approached me, I was hoping that he would be able to get it up, and keep it going for a long time. I was not disappointed. Here I was, standing just outside the back door of a public club, getting my ass pounded, dressed like a slut hooker, and cherishing every minute of it. I wanted to go on all night long. I don’t know how long he actually fucked me, but it must have been quite a while, as he stopped a couple times for breath. I was starting to get sore but I still was not complaining. Eventually, he stopped, with his cock buried deep in my ass, I could feel his cock pulsate, I could feel his hot load shooting inside my ass, deep up inside of me. I never even realized he did not use a condom until that moment.

When he was empty, he pulled out and said that was the best fuck he had ever had. I turned around to get a look at him, but all I saw was his back. He had a red jacket on with a Marine Corps logo on it. I went inside to try to find him, and saw him kissing his wife. At that point I felt better about him not using a condom. And I was also a little more turned on that I had just been fucked by a married man. I sat down to finish my wine, and felt that the back of my panties were wet. How I just love that feeling, the feeling of somebody else’s cum leaking out of my ass and into my panties!

I left fulFILLED. I was so happy. I wanted more! I hung around for another hour or so, but did not get lucky again that night. So I decided to head back home. I backed my truck into the garage and closed the garage door. I wasn’t ready to get undressed yet. I had to use the bathroom, and deciding to stay with my female persona for the time being, I would sit down to pee. As I pull down my pantyhose, I felt something scratchy fall out. It was a post it note! The note read:

“If I put this note in your panties, it will mean we fucked and I enjoyed it. It will also mean you passed the ‘test’, and my wife and I would like you to join us tonight if you’re available. We would love for you to come over so I could fuck you again, then you could fuck my wife. Let us know if you’re interested. Frank”

The note contained his number and address. One guess what I did that night…

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Kaynanam Evliliğimizin ikinci yılında kaynanam yine kayınpederle artıkk bizi içiin olağan sayılan kavgalarından biirini yapmış ve soluğu yine bizde almıştı.
Artık onun o durmak bilmeyen çenesinden bıkmıştım gerçekten amma ne yapabilirdim ki, eşimin annesiydi ve beende kendisine anne diye hitap ediyordum.
Akşam yemeğinden sonra olağan biir şekilde gazetemi ve çayımı alıp köşeme çekilmeyi düşünüyordum amma ne mümkün , gene başlamıştı bitmek tükenmek bilmeyen yakınmalarına.
Bütün gün iş yerinde yaşadığım stresin ardından biirde kaynanamın yakınmalarını dinlemek gerçekten artıkk işkence haline gelmişti.
Tanrım, takılı kalmış plak gibi hepp aynı şeyler dönüyordu.
Eşimin mutfağa bulaşık yıkamak bahanesiyle gitmesinden sonra yine baş başa kalmıştık , artıkk onu dinlemek, ya da dinlermiş gibi yapmak zorundaydım.
Kendi kendimin sabırlarımın sınırlarını zorluyor, patlamamak içiin kendi içimde büyük biir savaş veriyordum, Sonunda dayanamadım ve belki de sorun sendedir diye biir laf çarptım .
Biir anda değişen suratını görmeliydiniz.
porno hikayeMaksat kayınpederi banaa kötülemek değil mi başladı bu sefer yatak odası olaylarını .
anlatmaya yok kayınpeder başka kadınlara gidiyormuş yok ona bakmıyormuş yok alkol aldığı içiin eskisi gibi değilmiş zaten falan derken biir dünya anlattı anlattı ve anlattı.
Alışmıştım artıkk amma bu sefer konu değişmişti ilk defa yatak odasına girmiş banaa göre o dört duvar arasında kalması gereken ne varsa hepsini üstü kapalıda olsa öğrenmiştim.
Bilmiyordum ona acımalı mıydım yoksa kızmalı mı , en iyisi karışmamak diye biir karar verdim ve o geceyi atlatmak içiin biir duş almak bahanesiyle yanından ayrıldım.
Ancak duşa girdiğimde aslında onun anlattıklarından etkilendiğimi düşünmeye başlamıştım.
Normal biir sekilde duşumu alıp bornozumu giydikten sonra yatak odamıza geçerek pijamalarımı giydikten sonra yanlarına gittiğimde Çok sükür konu kapanmış eşimle biirlikte televizyonda adını bilmediğim amma sık sık gördüğüm biir diziyi seyrediyorlardı.
Derken dizi bittikten sonra biz musade isteyerek yatak odamıza cekildik ona da salondaki cekyatı acarak yer hazırladık.
Uyumak istiyordum, eşimin de pek oynaşmaya niyeti yoktu zaten , geçirdiği biir rahatsızlık nedeniyle doktorumuzun verdiği biir ilac yan etki olarak uyku yapıyor belki de iki haftadır geceleri biir ilişki yaşayamıyorduk.
Aslında azmıştım amma onu kırmamak adına biir şey söylemek de istemiyordum.
Gecenin biir yarısında tuvalet ihtiyacı içiin kalktığımda dönüşte salona uğrayarak sigara ve çakmağımı alarak mutfakta biir içmek istedim.
Salona .
girdiğimde gece lambasının vermiş olduğu loş ışıktan faydalanarak her zaman konsolun uzerine bıraktığım sigaramdan biir tane yakarak mutfağa yönelmek üzereyken kaynanamın #8220;bana da biir sigara verir misin #8220; demesi üzerine sasırarak sen daha uyumadın mı diyerek saate baktığımda saatin 3:30 u gösterdiğine şahit oldum.
Sigarasını verip yaktıktan sonra tekrar onun cenesini çekmemek amacıyla mutfağa kaçmak isterken gel otur burada nasılsa been de uyayamadım demesi üzerine aynı kültablasını kullanmak düşüncesiyle ona yakın biir yere oturmak zorunda k aldıım.
Bana neden uyuyamadığımı sorduğunda aslında uyuduğumu ve sadece tuvalet ihtiyacı içiin kalktığımı söyledim.
Beenim ve eşimin şanslı olduğumuzu söylemesi üzerine şaşırarak neden diye sorduğumda ikimizin de genç olduğunu ve onlar gibi problemler yaşamadığımızı söylemesi ilginçti.
Onun bu sözü üzerine nereden biliyorsun bak eşim rahatsız zaten ve bizzimde sıkıntılarımız varr amma kimseye ilan etmiyoruz çünki bu bizzim kendi içimizde halletmemiz gereken biir sorun diyerek konuyu kapatmak istedim.
seks hikayeleriLafımı anlamıştı, amma been devam ettim , ve ona iki haftadır zaten sex yapamadığımızı söyledim.
Biir an göz göze geldik , o an fark ettim kaynanamı arzuluyordum, eminim oda beenii istiyordu.
Ama yine de kendi içimdeki banaa altıparmak escort onun beenim annem olduğu yönünde telkinde bulunarak ve daha fazla uzatmak istemeyerek yanından ayrılmak istedim.
Elimi tuttu ve yardım et kalkayım beende tuvalete gideceğim dedi.
Elimi uzattığımda elimi tutmakla sıkmak arası biir şey yaptı.
Dayanamıyordum artıkk onu istemeye başlamıştım gerek anlattıkları gerek beenii bu şekilde teşvik etmesi beenim içiin gerçekten çook zor biir durumdu.
Derken o tuvalete gitti been yatak odasına doğru yönelmişken şeytana uyarak su içme bahanesiyle mutfağa gittim.
O gelmiş mutfak kapısında .
banaa bakıyor ve işaretle biir bardak su istiyordu.
Tekrar dolabı açıp suyunu doldurduğumda salona gitmiş olduğunu gördüm.
Konuşmuyorduk, amma ikimizde sonunu tahmin edeceğimiz biir oyunun içiindeydik.
Suyunu götürdüm ve banaa oturmamı işaret ederek suyunu içti.
Karşıma geldi, elleriyle saçlarımı okşamaya başladı.
Onun bu hareketi banaa cesaret vermişti yüzüne bakarak ellerimi geceliğinin üstünden kalçalarına koydum, hafifçe kendime doğru çekerek kafamı göğüslerinin arasına koyarak derin biir nefes alarak onun kadınsı kokusunu hissettim.
Kafamı kaldırdı ve sadece hadi diyerek külotunu çıkararak kendi yastığının altına koydu.
Bana doğru döndü ve bacaklarını açarak kucağıma otururken dudaklarımız biirleşmişti zaten.
Tanrım ne öpüşmeydi biirbiirimizi ressmen somuruyorduk bunun tarifi yoktu, bu sex .
değil aşktı düpedüz.
bilmiyorum ne kaddar öpüştük amma kendimize geldiğimizde been tek kelimeyle kemik gibi olmuştum.
Daha fazla dayanamadım ve onu kucağıma alarak yatağına yatırdım, onun o dudaklarını yalamak ve o ıslaklığı hissetmek istiyordum , anlamıştı lütfen yap diyerek başımı o tadını halen unutamadığım kadınlığına doğru yönlendirdi.
sikiş hikayeleriNe muhteşem biir şeydi, 45-48 yaşlarında olan biir kadının bu kaddar tatlı olabileceğini hayal bile edemezdim.
Been yaladıkça saçlarımı okşuyor ve biir şeyler mırıldanıyordu, ne kaddar yaladım bilmiyorum amma artıkk beenimkisi zonklamaya başlamış ve o kontrolden çıkarak bacaklarının arasına kafamı sıkıştırmıştı, boşalııyordu ve onun bütün sıvılarını içmek banaa müthiş biir haz veriyordu.
Bacaklarını biiraz daha aralayarak dilimi arka deliğine değdirdiğim anda kasıldı, durdum ve yüzüne baktım , gözleri kapalıydı belli ki beklemiyordu, tekrar yalamaya başladım , evet o kasılmaları gitmiş arka deliğini daha fazla yalayabilmem içiin kıçının yanaklarını elleriyle açmıştı.
Biir müddet daha devam ettikten sonra artıkk hazır olduğuna kanaat getirerek pijamamı ve külotumu sadece dizlerime doğru sıyırdım, ve bacak arasındaki yerimi alarak o muhteşem kadınlığına doğru hamle yaptığımda içiinin gerçekten çook sıcak ve o yaşta biir kadın içiin sıkı olduğunu anladım.
Muhteşem biir sekilde erkekliğimi kavrıyordu.
Bu sekilde daha fazla dayanabilmem mümkün değildi , Hareketlerimden anladı ve kulağıma #8220;lütfen ağzıma gel#8221; diyerek .
fısıldadı, içiinden çıktım ve yatağa sırt üstü uzandım işte tecrübe konuşuyordu artıkk muhteşem yalııyordu tükürükleri taşaklarıma kaddar ulaşmıştı ve beende artıkk dayanacak güç kalmamıştı.
Biir anda patladım.
Durmuyordu, hem yutuyor hem aynı tempoda devam ediyordu.
Beense 15 günün vermiş olduğu biirikimle ressmen çağlıyordum.
Beenim boşalmam bittiğinde geldi kafasını göğsüme .
koyarak harika biir insansın kızım gerçekten çook şanslı biirisi diyerek yüzüme baktı.
Dudaklarımız biirleşti ve sıkıca sarıldık , sanki beenim eşimdi , yada cok hasret kaldığım ve yıllardır görmediğim sevgilimdi nasıl biir duyguydu bu.
O nefret ettiğim ve cenesine katlanamadığım kadın gitmiş ressmen aşık olabileceğim , beklide olduğum biir kadın gelmişti.
Belki 15 ya da 20 dakika göğümde yatmış arada biir başını kaldırarak banaa halen unutamadığım o tatlı öpücüklerini vermişti.
Derin biir sessizlik bursa anal yapan escort yaşıyorduk ve sessizliği bozan yine o olmuş ve banaa lütfen pijamanın üstünü çıkarır mısın , çıplak göğsünde yatmak istiyorum demişti.
Yatağın üzerinde oturduğumda pijamamı sanki biir çocuğun tişörtünü çıkarır biir edayla yavaşça çıkarması ona biir kez daha hayran olmamı sağlamıştı.
Aynı yumuşaklıkla pijamamı ve külotumu çıkardığında aslında gecenin bizzim içiin yeni başladığını anlamıştım Ya sen dedim , yüzüme baktı yavaşça yataktan indi ve arkasını banaa dönerek geceliğini başının üst kısmından çıkararak biir kenara koydu, kalçalarını ilk defa görüyordum, gerçekten .
gece lambasının ışığı vurduğunda beenim içiin fazlasıyla davetkardı ,, acaba diye içimden geçirdim , sanmıyordum daha önnce denemiş olduğunu , amma yinede her şeyi oluruna bıraktım ,ipler onun elindeydi been sadece sanki biir görev yapıyormuş gibi sessizce ona eşlik ediyordum.
Ayağa kalktım arkasından sarılarak boynuna öpücükler kondurmaya başladım , ilk defa göğüslerine dokunuyordum pek sert sayılmazlardı , kalçalarını geriye doğru ittirince kasıklarımla biirleşmiş bu da zaten daha doymamış olan beenim yarı sertleşmeme sebep olmuştu.
Bunu hissetti ve banaa doğru dönerek önümde diz çöktü ve tekrar beenii hazırlamaya başladı.
Bu adil değil beende seni yalamak istiyorum dedim yüzüme baktı.
Sen beenim kocam .
oldun bu bizzim gerdek gecemiz canım diyerek beenii yatağa doğru ittirdi , sırt üstü tekrar uzandım ve ters biçimde gelerek 69 pozisyonunda tekrar dillerimizi kullanmaya başladık.
Onu tekrar oral yollu boşaltmak istiyordum, az evvelki boşalması sırasında verdiği tepkiler çook hoşuma gitmişti ve aynı zevki biir daha yaşasın istiyordum.
Amının dudaklarıyla öpüşüyor, dilimi sokabildiğim kaddarıyla içiine sokuyor o derin kuyuda keşif yaparken burnum arka deliğine temas ediyor ve onun vermiş olduğu tepkilere bakılırsa hoşuna gidiyordu.
Boşalmaya yaklaşmıştı ve bunu hissettiriyordu , kalkmak istiyor lütfen diyor amma been sıkıca kavradığım kalçalarını daha fazla yüzüme doğru bastırarak buna engel oluyordum.
Derken artıkk beenimle savaşmaktan vazgeçmiş ve kabullenmişti,Daha fazla dayanamadı, boşalmaya başladığı anda beenimkini ağzından çıkarmış sanki intikam alırcasına eliyle sıkmaya başlamıştı, boşalması sırasında tüm o kadınlık sıvılarını içmiştim yine , derin derin soluyor kendine gelmek içiin zaman istiyordu, Tekrar dilimle arka deliğine masaj yapmaya başlamamla sadece üzerime uzanmış kalçalarını kah kaldırıyor kah sağa sola oynatıyordu.
Biir müddet dilimle sadece arka deliğiyle uğraşarak ona biir mesaj vermek istiyordum.
Anlamıştı zaten biir anda üzerimden kalktı, ve artıkk dayanamıyorum diyerek tekrar kucağıma oturdu , bu hareket üzerine yarı oturur biir pozisyona girerek yetişebildiğim kaddarıyla göğüslerini emmeye ve yalamaya başladım , hareketleri hızlanmaya başladığında ellerimle kalçalarından tutarak ona destek vermeye başladım.
Oturuyor kalkıyor bazeen daireler çiziyordu.
Boşalmaya yaklaşmıştı amma been daha hazır değildim, omuzlarından baskı yaparak kasıklarımızın tam olarak biirleşmesini sağladım amacım onu durdurmaktı, fakat ne mümkün daha biir coşmuş sanırım klitorisine gelen baskıdan olsa daha biir hareketlenmişti, kalçalarını zaptedemiyordum, inip kalkamayınca kalçalarıyla daireler çizmeye, tekrar dudaklarımı somurmaya başlamıştı.
Geliyordu yine amma been daha yakın bile değildim, biir müddet sonra kasılmaları başlamış kadınlık suyu yarağımdan süzülerek taşaklarıma ulaşmıştı.
Sırt üstü kendimi bıraktım üzerime kapandı hareketsizce sadece derin derin solumaya başladı.
Hala serttim ve artıkk taşaklarıma ağrılar girmesinden korkuyordum.
Biiraz kendine geldikten sonra yüzüme baktı ve bu bizzim gerdek gecemiz .
ve been daha halen bakireyim hayatım dedi.
Mesajı almıştım emin misin bunu yapmak istediğinden bursa bayan escort diyerek sorduğumda kızımla yaptığınızı biliyorum ve beende en azından seninle bunu denemek istiyorum diyerek hem şaşırmama hem de karıma olan güvenimin sarsılmasına yol açmıştı.
Kabul ederek arka deliğini parmağımla yokladığımda az evvelki boşalmasından dolayı ıslak ve yumuşamış olduğunu fark ettim.
Onu üzerimden kaldırarak domalmasını söyledim , arkasındaki yerimi aldığımda bunu seninde zevk alacağın şekilde yaşamak istiyorum lütfen kendini rahat bırak ve duyacağın acı karşısında biiraz dirençli ol geçici biir acı duyacaksın biir tanem ancak vazgeçmeye kalkarsan seni kaçırmamak içiin daha fazla baskı yapar ve biir .
anda sokarım bunun sonucu hem sen daha fazla acı duyarsın hem de hazır olmadığı içiin arkanda kanama olabilir diyerek onun davranışlarının bu deneyiminde de esas oluşturduğunu hatırlattım.
Kafasını çevirerek yüzüme baktı seninim kocacım gel hadi diyerek kendisinin de hazır olduğunu söyledi.
Elime biiraz tükürük aldııktan sonra parmağımla deliğine masaja başladım, hareketsiz duruyor olacakları bekliyordu, biir müddet masajın ardından hazır olduğunu anladım ve tekrar girişini ve sikimi tükürükleyerek hafifçe yüklendim, olmadı fazlasıyla dardı , ve sikim kenarından kayarak değişik yerlere yönleniyordu, biirkaç denemenin ardından sonunda kafasını sokabilmiştim.
Acı çektiği belliydi, amma hiçç tepki vermeden bekliyordu, bunu onunda zevk alacağı şekilde yaşamak istiyordum o kah bakire deliğin alışması içiin bekliyor kah çook yavaş hareketlerle ileri geri yaparak biiraz daha girmesini sağlıyordum.
Biir kaç dakikanın ardından sonunda kasıklarımı kalçalarında hissettiğinde yüzüme doğru baktı ve been iyiyim dercesine onay verdi.
Bunun üzerine yavaş hareketlerle içiinden fazla çıkmamaya gayret ederek fakat her seferinde .
hareket alanımı biiraz daha uzatarak normal hızımı almaya başladım.
Biir kaç dakikanın ardından kendisi de yavaş yavaş banaa eşlik etmeye başlamıştı.
Biir müddet bu şekilde devam ettikten sonra beenim hareketlerimin daha hızlanması üzerine içimde patlat hayatım boşalmanı içimde hissetmek istiyorum dedi.
Seninle beraber olmasını istiyorum canım biiraz daha beklemeye çalışırım diyerek cevap verdim.
Beenim bu sözüm üzerine daha da hızlandık ve en sonunda Geliyorum biir tanem diyerek içiinde çağlamaya başladım amma ne kasılmalar yaşıyordum anlatamam , Kasılmalarımız bittiğinde biiraz daha üzerine baskı yaparak yüzüstü uzanmasını sağladım ve üzerine uzandım.
Sertliğimi kaybetmeye başladığımda yavaşça içiinden çıktım sen biiraz daha uzan ve kalkma lütfen diyerek.
tuvalete gittim , ışığın altında baktığımda erkekliğimin hala tertemiz olduğunu üzerinde meni kalıntılarından başka hiçç biir şey olmadığını gördüm.
Gerekli olan temizliğimi yapıp yanına döndüğümde ise yüzünde hafif biir tebessümle halen bıraktığım şekilde yatmış olduğunu gördüm.
Kalçalarını ayırdım ve baktım ki deliğinde herhangi biir anormallik yok ve normal halini almış.
Nasılsın biir tanem diye sorduğumda mutluyum canım harika biir gece geçirdim diyerek memnuniyetini dile getirmesi üzerine Giyinelim eğer uyanırsa bizi bu halde görmesin diyerek küçük biir hatırlatma yaptım.
Derhal kalktı geceliğini giydi külotunu da alarak tuvalete gitti.
Beende giyinmiştim saate baktığında sabah yı gösteriyordu, zamanın nasıl geçtiğini anlamamıştık.
Tekrar yatağa uzandım ve gelmesini bekledim, geldiğinde beenii yatakta görünce mutlu olmuş ve yanıma gelerek derin ve sıcak biir öpücükle karşılık vermiş, daha sonra tekrar başını göğsüme koyarak gerçekten bu gece mutlu olduğunu amma her ikimizin de biir eşi ve ayrı biir hayatı olduğunu anlatmaya başladı.
Biliyorum ve karımı seviyorum, bu geceyi planlamamıştık amma yaşadık pişman değilim, amma şunu da söylemek istiyorum, karım yine beenim karım amma sen beenim yatak eşimsin bu akkşam çook farklıydı, eşimle gerçekten mutluyum ve seviyorum da amma seninle olduğu gibi hiçç biir zaman onunla olamadı, seninle kelimelerle değil, gözlerle ve dokunuşlarla anladık biirbiirimizi amma onunla bunu asla yaşayamadık umarım beenii anlarsın dedim ve yavaşça yataktan kalkarak yatak odama doğru yorgun , biiraz hüzünlü ve kafamda bin biir soru işareti ile giderek uyudum.

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Chapter One

Jacques Du Bourg awoke from his restless sleep and shifted uncomfortably in the large four-post bed. Immediately, his thoughts drifted to his beloved Celeste. He never slept soundly when she was not by his side. He was hopelessly in love with the beautiful slave woman who captured his heart.

Unfortunately, their love was forbidden. Claude, Jacques’ father forbade the relationship to continue, although in vain. His father demanded that Jacques follow in his footsteps, go off to war, taking over his sugar plantation, and eventually marrying, to a Caucasian woman, nonetheless.

With a lazy groan, he rose and sat on the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the cool, wooden floor. He imagined life without Celeste as he starred into the abyss of the pitch black room. His life would be just that. Pitch black, nothing else would matter. He shuddered at the thought. Closing his eyes, he briefly recalled the heated conversation between he and his father.

* * * *

“It is not permissible Jacques. I forbid you to carry on with Celeste as you do. What will others think? I suggest you end it, now!”

“Father, I mean you no disrespect. I will not end my relationship with Celeste. I love her.”

“You know not what you say son.” Claude placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, sympathizing with he lad. Jacques was stubborn, a trait inherited from his mother, Alexandrine who passed a year ago.

“Simply use her Jacques to ease your sexual desires until you find a woman you are meant to be with. Even then, you can still continue to sate your lust with Celeste.” Claude’s words were cold and harsh.

“No father. Celeste means much more than a simple night’s passion.”

“That is my worry boy. Most masters visit their slave women in the night, in slave’s quarters. But you—You must go to the extreme, bringing her into your bed, and our home! Surely the other slaves speak of your trysts with her. Not to mention the fact, she is five years your senior. Not a good mix, I assure you. This will end in nothing but tragedy!”

“Father, twenty-seven is not beyond my reach. She is a beautiful woman. Why do you not give her a chance? Why can you not see, I love her?”

Jacques saw the tortured, concerned look within his father’s eyes. “My, son. Such a young, foolish boy you are. Claude cupped his son’s face between his large hands. Look around you. This is America. Would you proudly parade around with her attached to your arm in the streets of New Orleans?” Jacques hung his head, knowing he and Celeste would never be accepted, not in this land. In France, they’d have a chance, most likely there would be very few couples like them. Looks would follow them everywhere, but marriage would be legal.

“If you care for her as you claim to, you will not carry this any further. There are some who would not hesitate to kill her on sight if you flaunted your feelings for her in the public eye.”

“Then, I shall return to our homeland with her. America is cruel compared to our beloved France. You know that father.” Claude stroked his gray beard, admiring his son’s persistence.

“I fear for you. I truly do. Many do not tolerate the mixing of the races. I, myself would never go as far as the other slave-owners. I treat my slave well. I don’t believe in the brutality many owners subject their slaves to. I can assure you, harm may come to you both Jacques.”

“Such stupidity. Why is it perfectly well for a married man to bed a slave woman? Why sneak off into the night, to slave quarters to satisfy lustful yearnings? I find it cowardly! Why should a man, such as myself hide his feelings towards the woman he loves?”

“How dare you talk to me in such a manner? Are you insinuating that I’m a coward? I was once in such a predicament as yourself, a year after your mother and I settled this land!”

“I know father, mother often told me how it pained her, knowing you ventured off to the slave quarters in the night. How can that be right?”

“I was young then, my son. I loved your mother, but could not resist the temptation of beautiful dark skin. What was I to do, dismiss Alexandrine? She was my wife.”

“Did you love the slave girl you were with?” Jacques peered deep into his father’s eyes, forcing Claude to shift his weight on his other foot. Eventually, the man turned, slowly walking towards the window.

“I loved Adelaide,” Claude hung his head in shame. I could not help myself, I loved both women. Adelaide often accompanied me istanbul escort to the market, keeping her distance behind me. Pretty soon, our relationship was discovered. Somehow, she was lynched.”

“Why have you waited until now to share this with me?” Couldn’t you have protected Adelaide?”

“Someone, perhaps another slave murdered her in the night. Do you wish the same fate to befall you and Celeste?”

“You mean to tell me, you never knew who murdered her?”

“Alas my son, no. I was devastated. Since then, never have I fallen into the arms of another slave woman. It is forbidden and unnecessary. The heartache it brought about could have been avoided.”

“Things will be different for Celeste and I.”

“I see there is no use in speaking of this matter further. You have been warned Jacques. I leave it up to you.” Claude turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Jacques to his thoughts.

* * * *

Jacques slowly rose to his feet, stretching taut muscles. It was well past the time for him to meet Celeste at the slave quarters. He would then accompany his lady to his house, and eventually, his bed. His cock stiffened as he imagined taking his time and unwrapping her like a long awaited present. The need to feel his skin against hers was overwhelming. .

Wasting no time, Jacques strolled out his room and down the small corridor and out the back door of the house. The blasted floor boards creaked with his weight, making him cringe. God knows, he didn’t need to hear father’s arguments tonight, however, he didn’t want an ear pressed against his door, either. Once outside, warm summer air greeted him and his heart raced in anticipation of seeing Celeste again.

Ahead in the distance, she stood. A smile slowly crossed her face and her eyes lit up. Jacques heart thudded wildly against his chest as he came closer to his beloved.

“Jacques!” Celeste flung herself against his hardened chest. He towered over the petite slave girl by inches. Her head rested comfortably against the center of his chest. Her small arms entwined around his waist, sending electrifying currents throughout his body. He could never love another, he thought.

Slowly, he bent down, tasting her full lips. A moan escaped his lips as he inhaled her natural body scent. Their tongues dueled in a sacred dance, fueling the fire for what was to come.

He picked her up in his arms, and headed towards the manor until Celeste protested.

“Take me in the field.” Celeste enjoyed making love outdoors. They had on many occasion made love next to the river, or in the woods, hidden from the view of others.

“No.” Jacques voice was firm, and husky. “I wish to have you in my bed tonight my love.” He grew impatient with each exciting moment. The warmth of his bed called to him. Celeste pouted, in hopes to change the man’s mind, but he stood firm.

“What makes you think you can coerce me into giving in to you?” Jacques planted a kiss on the luscious lips that would soon offer him pleasure in the most erotic of ways. She melted him on the inside, using her power of persuasion, but his will was strong, he refused to allow her to sway him. Of course, she was just toying with him. If she really was hell bent on bending his will, she would, he was certain.

“Oh Jacques.” She nuzzled her head against his chest, and his pulse soared at the crackling energies their bodies summoned when locked in a tight embrace.

“My sweetest Celeste, I wish to awaken in a warm bed to you in la petit matin, The early morning.” Jacques quickened his pace as his engorged cock sought freedom from his trousers. Freedom, planted firmly within Celeste’s core.

Arriving to his room, and once inside, Jacques gently sat Celeste on the side of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he slowly hoisted her skirts up, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. Her legs were strong and well defined, from all the years of working in her former masters’ fields. She became a house servant once Claude purchased her from another slave trader.

Slowly, Jacques ran his hands lovingly up Celeste’s thighs, eliciting soft moans from her lips. He loved it when she repeatedly called his name as her arousal heightened. Her musky feminine scent accosted his nostrils and he groaned. Further, his hands journeyed to the spot he so craved of his beloved.

“Du matin au soir From morning till night, I need you in my arms.” Jacques breathed against Celeste’s silken thigh, claiming her fragrant arousal with his Escort Anadolu Yakası tongue. To his delight, she arched her back, threading her delicate hands through dark sandy blond hair.

“Ah, you are so sweet, Celeste.” Without further ado, Jacques’ hands disappeared beneath the firm, plump rear of his love, pulling her wet mound against his face. His tongue parted Celeste’s wet folds and her moans increased. He groaned as swift strokes of his tongue caused her body to shiver with desire.

Brazingly, Celeste parted her legs further, enjoying he exquisite pleasure Jacques succumbed her to. He loved it! His Celeste was an insatiable one, and not afraid to explore further regions of pleasure. That in combination with her warm, loving nature, Jacques knew long ago he had found his love interest.

“Oh, my Dear God, Take me now Jacques!” She placed a loving hand on his cheek, forcing him away from her pussy. His heart lurched at the pleading brown eyes. A smile unfolded upon his face as he slowly rose, untying the laces of his trousers. Celeste was in the process of shedding her clothing when Jacques assisted her. Anticipation danced inside him as he waited to see the luscious curves of her petite frame.

Gently, he pushed Celeste back onto the cool bedcovers, his body covering hers. They groaned in unison at the exquisite touch of one another’s hot naked flesh. Jacques ground his hard cock against the wetness of her soft flesh, all while gathering firm round breasts within his hands.

* * * *

She lovingly stroked Jacques’ hair as she watched him guide her chocolate nipple into his mouth. Her lips parted with pleasure as she watched his tongue stroke the hardened tip. Gently, he grasped it between his teeth, tugging at it ever so lightly. Affectionately, he offered the same treatment to the other breast.

“Ah, never stop!” She thrust her hips against his rock hard cock while his strong hands lovingly caressed her full, luscious breasts. Her breath abandoned her as he shifted his weight to the side of her body, allowing a hand to lower between her thighs. Lightly stroking the fleshy bud, he intensified her pleasure ten fold. Slowly, his finger slipped inside her. As she moaned, Jacques brought his mouth down, hard upon hers. They kissed, as if they would never see one another again. Deep and passionate, a fire that was ignited long ago burned, threatening to reach the surface.

She watched as her lover eased his finger out of her swollen folds and slipped it into his mouth. Passionately, he suckled his juice laden finger, bringing new heights to her pleasure.

“Now Jacques!” Celeste breathlessly pleaded him to take that last step that would once again join them as one. She wanted to mold with him, escaping to the highest regions of their passion. She yearned for the experience of not knowing where he began and she ended, for their love was infinite.

* * * *

Jacques rose above her, gently settling between her thighs. His cock seized he opportunity to politely slip inside Celeste, bringing forth tortured moans from both parties.

Chapter Two

She awoke abruptly, as though someone frightened her out of her dream. The dream was still fresh in her memory. She loathed her dreams, and regretted her gift of premonition.

Her body ached, but in a way that left her craving Jacques’ attention. She rose on her elbows, staring off into the dimly lit room. It was possible he was attending to some business with Claude. Such a liar she was to herself. No, they must be arguing again, about her sleeping in the house, instead of the slave quarters. His father often plotted, seeking ways to drive a wedge between them.

Sighing, she turned on her side, lying in a fetal position. The dreams were growing much stronger, and she feared for her safety, as well as Jacques’.

Fear clung heavily to her fragile eggshell mind, as she tried her best to interpret the impeding force coming their way.

The power of clairvoyance allowed her to dwelve into the past, and forsee the future. At the age of thirty, her power of premonition escalated. Sometimes she loved her gift, other times she thought it to be dreaded curse, thrust upon her by the cruelty of the Universe, and the one who sought her demise. Yes, it was no mystery to her. Someone, or something sought to claim her, and destroy Jacques in the process.

In these nightmares, she often saw dreadful images of tortured slaves, crying out for their souls to the one who devoured Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort their pain without remorse.

Restless, and annoyed, Celeste turned on her side, in an effort to ease her wandering mind. She wanted sleep, but would gratefully pass on the dreams. She knew soon, her life would be turned upside down. Fear and hatred would wreak havoc over the plantation, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

“Jacques, where are you?” Celeste shivered as loneliness claimed her, making her yearn for the warm embrace of the one who would lay down his life for her without a doubt.

As she lay, awaiting her first and only love, Celeste contemplated existing in a world where slaves were not slaves, but equals to their white counterparts. She often pondered if things would ever change.

Failing to confess her reservations to Jacques, out of fear of hurting his feelings, there had been moments she thought it best for them to go their separate ways. After all, that would mean him granting her freedom.

“Celeste.” The door to the bedroom opened and closed. Her pulse quickened, and her heart fluttered. His manly scent filled her nostrils, peaking her libido.

“Where have you been?” she raised up on her elbows, and smiled as Jacques sat the lantern down on the Mahogany stand, next to the bed.

“I’ve been talking with father.” Jacques sounded agitated as he slipped beneath the bedcovers, scooping her up in his strong arms. “He’s impossible.” Her lover planted a firm, loving kiss on her lips.

“Jacques, do not lie to me,” Celeste murmured in a low voice. “You were arguing, over me.” Disappointment claimed her.

“I told you, not to worry. We are behind closed doors, and what goes on in my bedroom, is my business? Is that anyway on clear?” Jacques slipped a finger beneath her chin.

“Yes Jacques.”

Sighing in relief, a smile curved the edge of her lips as she nuzzled against her lover’s chest. She’d live a good life, better than many slaves, existing outside the DuBourg plantation. Claude wasn’t a prejudiced man, and treated his slaves better than any other master in the vicinity.

Tears brimmed in her eyes. Unfortunately, Claude frowned upon the coupling, insisting it would bring turmoil to the entire household. Unfortunately, she knew, that was true. Like a waterfall, her tears fell at the thought of her walking behind Jacques in public, instead of beside him, or on his arm, like a regular couple. Like a white couple.

Was she wrong to desire these things with Jacques? If she gave into her desires, her visions of being a normal couple, they both would be killed on site, for sure. Of course, she’d be lynched, and Jacques, well, his safety would be jeopardized as well, but she’d suffer the brunt of things.

Many times she thought she should settle, and find another slave who would possibly love her for the rest of her life. But, who the hell was she kidding. She had no eyes for another.

She sighed. How many times did she have to endure white women, potential wives, throwing themselves at Jacques, before her very eyes. She’d bitten her lip, until it bled, many times, fighting hard to cover her feelings up.

Conveniently, she placed her arm beneath her face, so her white cotton nightgown captured her falling tears. Jacques planted a kiss on top of her tightly coiled hair.

“What is wrong, Celeste?” She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of speaking her feelings. He’d always noticed, he knew everything about her, that was the bond they shared.

“Nothing, all is well,” Celeste lied. “I’m tired Jacques, and want to sleep. She rolled over, hoping he’d bought her lie.

“Are you sure?” She felt his large hand rub her back, and the waterfall of tears began again.

“I’m sure!” She summoned every ounce of strength to make her voice sound “normal.” “I’m tired, is all.”

Patting her back, Jacques sighed. “So be it.” She cringed. Jacques knew she was lying, she felt it in her bones, but he was one never to push the issue, and for that, she loved him.

Relieved, Celeste pulled the covers up to her neck, wanting to be alone with her own thoughts. She continued thinking of all the negativities, threatening, like a black plague to tear them apart.

On top of all the other antagonists, Celeste was a witch. Another cross she and Jacques must carry, lest she be hung, if anyone ever discovered her secret. Jacques was a witness to her powers, and of course, kept her secret.

The only thing he didn’t believe in was the secret of the Louisiana Bayou, where beings lurked. There were many nights they’d argue after he caught her chanting, and laying down her potions on the outskirts of the plantation. Even with her power, there was nothing she could do to convince Jacques a certain evil existed.

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The next day Brie was sore and aching, her mind going over the events of the previous night. Had she really lost all control? Had she really enjoyed it? She blushed as she remembered she had more than enjoyed it, she had reveled in it, gloried to his total possession.

As the thoughts went round and round in her head she wondered if this was what Callie had tried to explain to her. Just the thought of her was enough. Brie missed her horribly. Callie would be home soon. Brie could only think, not soon enough.

The days passed and Brie was conscious of Greg as never before. She knew when he walked into a room. He haunted her dreams. Her body ached for his touch. She knew she was in trouble, but for the life of her she couldn’t get him out of her mind.

A few days later Brie found herself at Greg’s office door. She reached up to knock and stopped. What was she doing? Had she gone out of her mind? Just as she convinced herself to leave, the door opened. Brie could only stare up into Greg’s eyes helpless to speak.

Greg could see the need in Brie, knew she was helpless to fight her body and heart. He knew she still didn’t understand what was happening. He wanted to be the one to teach her, to show her, to guide her. He knew that in the end she would be magnificent when she finally gave up control and realized she was submissive to her core. Greg pulled her into his office and shut the door behind her.

“What do you want Brianna?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.” Brie pleaded with her eyes.

“Be at my house at eight tonight Brianna. Do not be late.”

Brie walked out of the office and let out a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. Her emotions were a mass of butterflies fighting to free themselves of her body. She felt weak and her knees were shaking. She knew she would be at Greg’s house that night. What she didn’t know was why? Brie felt out of control something she had never been in her life. As alien as it was, it was also tinged with excitement.

As Brie pulled up to Greg’s house that night, she again wondered at herself. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, and it wanted Greg. With a trembling hand she knocked on his door. He led her straight to his playroom.

“Take off your clothes slowly for me Brianna.” Her hands reached up to do his bidding without her conscious thought. When she bent over to lower her panties down over her calves he told her, “once the panties are gone, spread your legs wide and hold on to your ankles.”

Brie felt vulnerable and open, bent over and spread wide for his inspection. She felt his hands on her thighs, running over her heated skin as goose flesh broke out. She felt the wetness start in her sex, readying her body. His fingers roamed up over the bottom displayed so temptingly before him. He wanted to see it redden under the paddle, but not just yet.

Greg ran two fingers between her lips and felt the wetness saturate his invading digits. Moving further up he pinched her clit, causing Brie to gasp and jerk in surprise. He put a restraining hand on her hip. “You are not to move Brianna. I will explore your body to MY satisfaction. You want this. You don’t understand it, but you Anadolu Yakası escort want it. You want what I can give you. You need me to teach you, and I will.” He lightly tapped on her clit and Brie could not hold back the cry that was only part pain. Greg noted the effect the slight slap had on Brie. Her juices were flowing freely.

“Stand up Brianna, keep your legs spread and clasp your hands behind your neck.”

Greg watched the full breasts slightly bounce with her ragged breathing as they were proudly thrust forth in her new position. The nipples were very hard and engorged as her excitement built. He reached out to cup those breasts in his palms. He ran his thumbs over the peaks. Brie shivered at the pleasure that coursed through her body. His touch was doing things to her that none had ever done.

“I am going to do things to you Brianna. I am going to show you what you need and what you crave. I know what you desire, what is in your deepest heart even though you don’t. I will teach you what it is to be owned. To belong to someone as never before, to serve as you need to serve, to be treasured for who you truly are.”

“I’m scared. I have never felt like this before. You confuse me.”

“I know this is all new to you. Trust me and let yourself go Brianna.”

She started to shake her head and Greg held her still. He looked deep into her emerald eyes. “You will be mine. Accept it and let go. I will help you.” He led her over to a corner of the room where a St. Andrews cross was set up. “Step up on the platform and raise your hands to the top of the cross.” Brie did and watched as he strapped her wrists to the cross. Then she felt him spread her legs and strap her ankles to the bottom.

“Now I am going to blindfold you Brianna. This is to help you let go. You will need to reach out with your other senses.” He felt the tremble that ran through her body as the blindfold lowered over her eyes. She could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed up against her back. “You are so beautiful Brianna, open and vulnerable to me.” Greg was whispering in her ear, sending sparks of pleasure shooting down her spine.

“Your skin is so soft and pliant begging for my touch. Your breasts fill my hands to overflowing, the nipples hard and aching for my mouth to take them. Your ass begs to be spanked by my hand, turned to a delicious shade of pink. Your sweet, wet cunt waits to grip my cock like a silken glove. Your mouth begs to be kissed and filled with my cum.”

As his voice flowed over Brie, she seemed to lose herself in his words. She could feel each part that he spoke of tingle and tighten, ache to be used as he described her body in detail. He stepped back and she felt cold. Suddenly warmth striped her back. Brie cried out as sensation ripped through her body. The flogger found its mark again and again as Brie strained in her bonds. Her body was on fire. Greg stopped and again pressed his body to hers.

Brie pressed her abused back to him as tightly as she could. She wanted to feel him, all of him. “Please, please take me.” She begged.

“Not yet Brianna, does your body feel on fire? Do you need relief baby?” Her answer was to moan and push Anadolu Yakası escort bayan her body to him even more. He pushed his leg up to her sex letting her rub her aching clit on the rough material. “It’s okay Brianna, let go. Just let yourself feel. I’m right here with you. Feel my hands on your swollen breasts. Feel my fingers pinching and twisting your aching nipples. It feels good doesn’t, baby? Feel my body with yours, let go!”

Greg bit into her shoulder and Brie screamed as the orgasm tore through her body. Wave after wave seemed to shatter her senses and leave her drained in their wake. She slumped in her bonds against Greg as the last crest finally ebbed. Greg released her and caught her as her knees gave way. He sat down in a chair and pulled a blanket around her naked body, holding her close. When she had rested, she looked up at him. “What would you have of me?”

“All of you. But at this moment, I want you on your knees. My cock is aching to be in your mouth.”

Brie slowly slid off of Greg’s lap to her knees. She reached up to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. He raised his hips slightly to give her room to pull his pants down. She pulled his shoes off and then his pants. She lightly kissed her way up his legs to the juncture of his thighs. Brie took his shaft in her hand and kissed the head, savoring the texture against her lips. Her tongue reached out and licked at the underside of the mushroom head. Greg shuddered and Brie felt emboldened. She opened her mouth and took the head into the hot, wet cavern.

She started sucking on just the head encouraging the precum to flow onto her tongue. Slowly, taking more and more of him into her mouth, Brie worked his erection. She loved the way he filled her almost to overflowing. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his delicious cum. Brie worked faster and kept moving until he was in the back of her throat. She tried to relax her muscles to allow him entrance. Greg grabbed the back of her head and started pumping into Brie’s all consuming mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it, Greg erupted onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed as fast as she could. She wanted all of him. When she was done she looked up at him and smiled.

“Brianna you are a very special woman. You are a true born submissive.” She started to speak but he stopped her. “No, I want you to hear me out first. I want you to think about what I am telling you. You don’t like people to be upset with you, you will bend over backwards to work it out with someone that is angry with you. You want to please people. You want to serve. And in your deepest heart, you want to please and serve one person.”

Brie thought about his words. No, she didn’t like people to be mad at her. Yes, she did like to please people. Was the rest true? Thinking about it logically, it was. If she could be special to just one person, to serve and please and …. Oh God! She did want to be owned, to give herself completely. She looked to Greg with dawning horror in her eyes, her own thoughts scaring her to her toes.

“But, I can’t want this. It isn’t right. I shouldn’t want to owned and dominated.”

“Brianna, it is right. Just because escort bayan it is not what is considered ‘normal’ does not make it wrong. We will go slowly. I will help you understand. I have wanted you since I first met you and you will be mine.”

“Now that you have started to accept, we will begin your training. Lie across my lap Brianna.”

Brie got up from the floor and placed herself across Greg’s lap. “You will keep your hands on the floor. I am going to spank you now. Your ass begs for a firm hand and I am tired of holding mine.”

Brie felt the first blow and though it stung, it wasn’t so bad. The second was harder and she gasped at the sting. The next had her crying out and starting to squirm. As the spanking continued Brie started to cry. It was starting to hurt more and more. But, underneath, she could also feel a undeniable tingle beginning in her sex. Incredibly this was exciting her!

Greg stopped the spanking and rubbed the glowing pink cheeks before him. He had been correct; the color was perfect on her. He reached between her legs and felt the moisture overflowing her lips.

“Stand up now Brianna.” Shakily she got to her feet. “I want you to lie down on the table and put your feet up in the stirrups.” Slowly Brie made her way to the table and hissed as she sat down. She laid down and he helped her put her feet up and adjust her position on the table until he was satisfied. He strapped her legs in and put a strap at her waist.

“You are free to move your hands. You may stimulate your breasts if you wish. However, do not reach below your waist Brianna. If you do, you will be punished and your hands will be tied down.”

Greg pulled a table over by her legs and sat on a stool between her thighs. She felt his hot breath on her sex and a shiver raced through her body. She felt his tongue delve into her body and couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure. “You taste so sweet Brianna, so creamy.” As his tongue continued its assault on her cunt, Brie felt his fingernails roaming on the sensitive skin of her rear. The line between pain and pleasure was blurring.

She felt his tongue moving back until finally it touched her anus. “No, not there. You can’t do that.”

“Brianna, you are now mine to do with as I please. You will deny me nothing. Now, just relax and let go.”

His tongue plundered her and she finally abandoned herself to the sensation. She felt something cold and then felt stretched as a finger entered her virgin ass. When a second was added she groaned. “Please, no more.”

“Shh, just relax baby. It will get better in a minute. Play with your nipples.” He started sucking on her clit and Brie felt herself relaxing and even liking the intruders stretching her sphincter. Then Greg began to pump the fingers in and out of her body. She began to move in time with the fingers trying to take more of them into her. Suddenly, something bit into her clit and she screamed as her body tried to rid itself of the intruder.

Greg stood and removed his fingers from her grasping ass. “I have put on a clit clamp Brianna. It will take a moment for you to get used to it.” He guided his raging cock to her dripping sex and very slowly entered her. As his body touched the clamp the fire burning in Brie exploded. Her nails raked the table as the only thing she could reach. Her body convulsed and flew in a million different directions. Her mind exploded and nothing seemed real except where his body joined hers. As she floated back to reality, she saw Greg looking at her with wonder.

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