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“Can you guess where I’m from?” Janice Goetsch asked, a wry grin on her face, as she sat opposite Mamadou Saraki inside the Carleton University library. They were on the third floor, the so-called quiet floor, and instead of working on their Death Penalty: Opposite Viewpoints assignment, they were bantering while a fresh sheen of snow blanketed campus, and the rest of Ottawa.

Winter had come to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and Janice Goetsch was enjoying her first snowfall ever. As an international student originally from the tropics, she was amazed at the beauty of the snow and the wintertime in general. Unfortunately, this sentiment was not shared by her good friend, classmate and fellow international student Mamadou.

“Germany,” Mamadou replied, and Janice winked, and shook her head. After living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for a few months, the young woman quickly discovered everyone’s favorite phrase. Canadians liked to ask people where they came from, based on appearance and accent, or mild curiosity. In Janice’s case, they could never place her accent, and her rather misleading last name helped confuse them further…

“Nope, I was born and raised in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa,” Janice replied, with a triumphant smirk, and Mamadou stared at her. This was definitely not what the tall, dark and handsome young Nigerian Muslim was expecting, that’s for damn bloody sure. Mamadou stroked his goateed chin and then did what he often did when perplexed, steeple his fingers and adopt a thoughtful expression.

“South African, eh? Nice, we don’t get a lot of you guys up here,” Mamadou remarked, and Janice fell silent, not quite sure how to take that statement. Mamadou was nice and friendly most of the time, but he was also quite blunt. The West African’s raw honesty was one of the many things that Janice liked and admired about him, but sometimes, he could and did get on her nerves…

“Can’t speak for South African guys, Mamadou, as you can see, I’m a South African woman,” Janice said smartly, and she ‘accidentally’ bumped Mamadou’s foot under the table. This caused Mamadou to suddenly groan in pain and jerk awkwardly. He fixed his wuthering stare on Janice, who flashed him a sweet smile. This blonde cutie definitely has claws, Mamadou thought to himself.

“Okay, my bad, anyhow, let’s continue with the assignment,” Mamadou suggested, and Janice nodded. For the next half hour, they talked Maltepe escort bayan about the death penalty, both within the U.S. context and the Canadian context, and went back and forth on the efficacy of lethal punishment as a deterrent for crime. Mamadou disagreed with the death penalty, on all levels, while Janice thought of it as something to be reserved for the worst offenders, such as serial murderers and rapists…

“Look, Mamadou, I know that the death penalty isn’t applied equally in western society, for example, minority males are more likely to get it in places like Texas, but I do think that in some cases, like serial killers and terrorists, where it should be used,” Janice said, and Mamadou stifled a groan. This chick has conservative tendencies and that’s a damn shame, he thought.

“Janice, western society is biased against people of color, that’s what systemic racism is all about, you’d get it if you weren’t so,” Mamadou said, and he stopped abruptly, as a look of shock and anger spread across Janice’s face. Janice looked at Mamadou silently, biting her lip, and Mamadou fell silent. He knew he’d crossed the line somehow, and wasn’t sure how to proceed…

“So, Mamadou, because I’m white, I can’t possibly understand what prejudice and oppression feel like, is that what you’re saying?” Janice said, her anger rising, and Mamadou sighed, and then, when he finally spoke, he chose his words carefully. This requires delicate handling, Mamadou thought, as he gazed levelly at Janice, who seemed quite agitated.

“Janice, that is not what I meant, I just mean that you are new to the west, and their history of mistreating Blacks, Natives, Asians and others is long and merciless, you lack pertinent information about this society, as a newcomer,” Mamadou said, and Janice’s expression shifted from outraged to bemused, and he fell silent. Hope I got my point across, Mamadou thought earnestly.

One of the first things that Mamadou noticed after moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from his hometown of Kano, Nigeria, was the differences in how men and women interacted. There were female politicians, female soldiers and female police officers in Nigeria, but the ladies over there were more respectful of their men. In western society, if Canadian society were any indicator, women had very little respect for men. Mamadou firmly believed in respecting the fair sex, but he damn sure wasn’t about to Escort Maltepe let any woman disrespect him. A man had to draw the line somewhere…

Janice pondered Mamadou’s words. The handsome Nigerian seemed to have forgotten a lot about her homeland of South Africa’s long history of racial hatred. In fact, Janice opted to study outside of South Africa partly because her fondness for ‘exotic men’ was frowned upon, even in the post-Apartheid era. Janice came to Canada to sow her wild oats, and apparently got herself stuck dealing with cute but argumentative brothers…

“You like to man-splain a lot, Mamadou, but you’re cute and I like you,” Janice said, and then, she leaned forward, grabbed Mamadou by the collar of his starched blue shirt, and then kissed him on the lips. If lightning had struck Mamadou right then and there, the Nigerian brother wouldn’t have been more shocked. Janice looked at him and smiled, amused by his shocked expression.

“Well, you’ve got sweet lips, Janice,” Mamadou said, leaning back in his chair and smiling at Janice, a few seconds later. Janice licked her lips and then rubbed her foot against Mamadou’s, and when he looked into her eyes, he saw…it. The come-fuck-me look that men and women have been giving each other since the dawn of time. Easily recognizable regardless of racial or cultural differences. It’s encoded in human DNA…

“The rest of me is even sweeter,” Janice said, smiling wickedly, and Mamadou looked her up and down, then smiled. Laughing, they left the library and headed to Janice’s dorm on Dundas, and once there, they got down and dirty. All the tension that Mamadou and Janice had been feeling in the classroom and every time they got together bubbled to the surface, and hidden passions were unleashed…

“Now that’s what I call booty,” Mamadou said, as he watched Janice undress, revealing her curvy body, and that thick, pale ass of hers. He’d been checking out Janice’s ass in those leather pants and short skirts that she insisted on wearing to their Criminology classes, and he knew that she was teasing him. Janice shook her ass at him, still being a damn teaser…

“Us South African girls got ass for days,” Janice said, and she rubbed her tits, then stuck her tongue out at Mamadou. The tall Nigerian stud took off his shirt, revealing his burly, muscular chest. Janice nodded in appreciation, and drew closer to him. Mamadou pulled her into his arms Maltepe Rus Escort and kissed her, then grabbed her ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze.

“Now that’s what I like,” Mamadou said, and then he laid Janice on the nearby couch, and went to work on her. His eager mouth found her tits, and his hands slid between her thighs. Janice moaned softly as Mamadou began fingering her pussy. Janice patted Mamadou’s groin, and then unzipped his pants, freeing his dick, which came out thick and dark, like a snake.

“Hmm, nice,” Janice said, as she stroked Mamadou’s dick, and he continued to suck on her tits while fingering her pussy. Janice pushed Mamadou, and he looked into her eyes, seeing the maddening desire there. Janice smiled wickedly and then rubbed his dick against her pussy. Mamadou got the hint and then thrust into her. Janice hissed and then wrapped her arms around his torso, holding onto him for dear life as he began to fuck her.

“Hmm, fucking nice,” Mamadou said, and he made sexy grunting noises as he slammed his dick into Janice. The young woman screamed passionately as her ardent lover fucked her. Mamadou fucked her like this for a while, then turned her around and put her on all fours. Mamadou slammed his dick into Janice’s pussy from behind, loving the way her thick pale ass swayed this way and that as he fucked her.

“Fuck me harder, Mamadou,” Janice squealed, and Mamadou was more than happy to oblige her. Emboldened by her wildness and willingness to get freaky, he decided to try something else. Gripping Janice’s long blonde hair, Mamadou yanked her head back and rammed his dick into her with all the force he could muster. Janice screamed like a woman possessed, and her screams mingled with Mamadou’s, who simply couldn’t get enough of her tight, juicy hole…

“Been wanting to hit that ass since I first saw you on the first day of class,” Mamadou said, much later, as he and Janice relaxed on the couch. The sultry blonde looked at him and smiled, and then tugged on his chest hairs, yanking out a big tuff. Mamadou screamed, surprised by her casual meanness, and a bit turned on by it, to tell her the truth.

“Mamadou, if you argue with me in class again, I’ll ride that dick so hard I just might break it,” Janice said, laughing, and with that, she got up and headed to the washroom. Mamadou sat there on the couch, stroking his dick with one hand and massaging his chest with the other. Janice is a beautiful, crazy, sexually adventurous and a bit sadistic white chick who clearly likes her chocolate. Exactly what a bored Nigerian brother needs to spice up his lonely winter nights in cold-ass Canada. When Janice came back from the washroom, they began another round…

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Vixens – The Triple Story 03

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Part I – Evening – Very Late

She knew it; everybody did. Certain things were certain after all and like it or love it, Zuccotti Park had become the most identifiable spot on earth.

To Lissette, the place was scary and as they approached, she sought protection on Troy’s arm. She wondered though, why risk it? He was everything the Occupiers hated – the perfect object of scorn for zealots whose mission in life was protesting – him.

“Can’t we go another way?” she asked. “It’s creepy here.” It was late. She was tired. Her sore feet reminded her of trudging home in sodden shoes after parting with the Brazilian. Exactly as Eileen had wanted, the long day was clawing at her.

“It’s the park or nothing, girly girl,” he replied steadfastly. Nervously, her thoughts reverted to the angry madam’s stern ultimatum: “Vixens will not tolerate more complaints, young lady.”

Troy Garrity was the last of the hellish day’s triple. So far, she had made it all work and thinking back to the Brazilian and the artist, she knew she hadn’t done anything either could complain about – and neither had been an easy mark for her.

A hodgepodge of trees came into view, under which she saw the small but instantly recognizable tent city. The little area was hemmed in by NYPD officers flushed with annoyed looks. She hesitated. “I’m afraid, Troy. Can’t we…”

“No,” he replied curtly. “Where we go is the client’s choice, right?” She didn’t answer. Having won the round, he smiled. “I’ll have you here.”

With his Rothman Suit, his neatly cut hair and his too-perfect manners, she had hoped for the Tribeca Grand. Her sore body needed bed, room service and a soothing whirlpool bath.

Something else was troubling Lissette, however. Troy Garrity didn’t fit here; he didn’t belong. So why, she wondered? Why the insistence? To provoke this riffraff into some kind of confrontation? Not likely, she concluded. But she worried. One thing was certain; here he would stand out in the crowd – which meant she would. But he was right; by agency rule, the customer determined where they fucked.

She cast him a casual glance and thought; he’s a poster-child for what haters hate about Wall Street, with its evil speculators and hard-hearted bankers.

They’d met an hour earlier and instantly, she had tasted his greed, his yearning for more. He was patronizing, intentionally objectifying her. Squeezing her a little too tightly, he pressed his lips to her forehead but instead of the welcoming kiss women hunger for, he instead breathed in her skin’s fragrance, as if getting his money’s worth.

Stepping back, he ran his eyes the full length of her, observing, “So they’ve sent me a girly girl.”

Playing coy, she countered, “What, pray tell, is a girly girl?”

“You know,” he said offhandedly, “Too pretty, a little too delicate, too lady-like. Anyway, it’s too late to request someone else. You’ll have to do.”

‘Girly girl,’ she thought to herself, taking her arm from his. ‘Whores aren’t girly girls.’ “But you ordered up a Vixen, Mr. Garrity,” she observed, smiling. “What did you expect?” Bastard, she thought.

A few quiet steps later, he condescendingly answered. “Expect?” He turned, seized her narrow shoulders and effortlessly lifted her off the sidewalk. “Maybe – maybe someone – with rougher edges.”

Managing lazy eyes in spite of the comment, she chanced a whisper. “If it’s rough edges you want, maybe Vixens isn’t for you.”

Smiling wryly and setting her back on her heels, he chuckled. “For the moment, I’ll yield the point.”

He wasn’t bad looking, but his icy eyes burned holes in a girl. Standing straight and tall, his hair was dark. His strong arms readily manipulated her modest frame. But much as she liked liking her clients, she didn’t like him. Self-importance turned her off.

She reminded herself that although detesting clients was tolerated, showing it istanbul escort was not. It was the rule of all rules and Eileen marked girls for violating it, leveling stiff fines which the escort’s finances could ill afford.

So straining to mind the very manners her exacting boss insisted she mind, Lissette forced herself to stroll under the street lights with a mystery man she wasn’t sure she could handle and about whom she felt the chill of an ill wind. A moment later, the couple stood at the entry to Zuccotti Park.

Part II – Evening Performance

Lissette surreptitiously checked the time. It was nearly one and Mr. Wall Street was interfering with a promise to her sitter to be home early and a desperate need for sleep. But nearing the end, she was confident. As promised, the escort had been a good girl; providing requisite services, following orders.

Requisite services! Dodging that snake. Playing condom roulette for a crazed artist. Performing as a human toilet for a pleasant but eccentric Brazilian, and now accompanying a cold-hearted mystery man into a bee hive of professional haters.

Anxiously, she scanned the surroundings. “Welcome to the new center of the universe.” Troy beamed, more excitedly than she expected.

Like most New Yorkers, Lissette avoided the controversial place. But now, holding his hand tightly, she followed him. Its atmosphere surprised her. Excepting the shrieks of a woman either giving birth or in the throes of orgasm, the famous enclave was eerily silent. There was only a handful of people milling about.

They walked past a campfire, around which sat some men and a very pregnant woman. Students, Lissette supposed. Methodically sharing a small pipe, the obviously stoned woman stood and confrontationally demanded, “Vlad! Who the fuck is she?”

Lissette’s mind froze. The girl’s behavior was possessive; she knew him, called him “Vlad!” Tugging his arm, the guarded escort questioned him. “Who’s she talking about? Who…who is Vlad?”

Without answering, he instead called back to the girl. “Just an old friend, Nikki.” That’s when the alarm sounded in Lissette’s head. Garrity was a fake who had slipped past Vixens’ typically rigorous vetting service. To escorts, pseudos were especially dangerous. Everybody hides something — these men hide more. But what? What was he hiding? Her mind stiffened with fear.

One of the men chided him. “She’s the second old friend this week, Teichberg. This one’s real eye candy!” Laughter filled the air and turning his attention to the prego, the same man added, “Hey Nikki. Isn’t she hot?” His sarcastic question drew two menacing middle fingers from the angry woman and he changed the subject. “You missed today’s rally, Teichberg. We so fucked with the cops! You should have been there.”

“Yeah Spike, I know, I know,” Troy admitted. “But you guys don’t need me for that stuff. Just do what I told you. Video everything, upload it to the internet and fuck Wall Street, right?” Agreeable laughter followed.

The frightened Lissette tugged again. “Vlad…whoever you are, how do you know these people?” she asked. Detecting her alarm, he hurried her along the pathway. Arriving at a domed tent, he unzipped the flap and whispered, “Inside.”

Every instinct said run, but with Eileen’s ultimatum still buzzing in her brain, she was too afraid. Inside, she found a narrow cot, some rumpled blankets, canned soups and a plastic storage container overflowing with twisted jeans – not the kind of attire he had on and not the kind she expected.

It was clear Troy Garrity wasn’t Troy Garrity. He was Vladimir Teichberg, Occupy Wall Street’s online streaming video chief. She remembered seeing his picture. The pot-smoking girl by the fire was his wife Nikki!

Switching on a battery lamp, Vladimir zipped the flap closed, placing fabric between man, escort and flight.

Loosening her silk escort bayan scarf, Lissette’s questions came fast and furious: “So, Mr. Teichberg, mind telling me what the cloak-and-dagger stuff is about? I admit the three piece suit had me fooled. And why lie to Vixens about who you are? And who is Troy Garrity anyway?”

Smirking, he observed, “You ask too many questions for your own good. But I’ll explain anyway.” He paused. She waited. “Let’s just say Troy Garrity is my alter ego. He gets me inside the Stock Exchange. He’s an intruder, a detested figment of everybody’s imagination now. He even fooled you and that stupid Celeste.” Lissette frowned, hating his dishonesty.

She grew more assertive. “That doesn’t explain why you lied to Celeste – meaning Vixens put me here with an unknown. Why that? Buying a girl is buying a girl. You could have had me anyway.”

He stepped forward menacingly. Instinctively, Lissette backed away. “You’re really afraid, aren’t you,” he whispered. “Well, don’t be. I intend to destroy the capitalist system, but you? You take care of hurting yourself for me. Think about it. You’re a whore; a victim, right? You should…should, be one of us, part of the 99%. But instead, look how you allow yourself to be exploited by that rich-bitch madam, a charter member of the one percent! My problem with whores like you is that you permit it, so to me you’re nothing but a venture capitalist, in the same class as her. You sell your body while she rakes in tons of money and doesn’t pay her fair share. Don’t tell me I’m not right, either.”

Lissette felt cornered by this mad man so she wasn’t about to differ. Instead, she did what she was taught to do; she lied, about everything. “It’s true,” she admitted. “I hate her. And I hate myself for giving her money to exploit me. But I need to work and selling myself is all I know.” He seized her in his arms and held her tightly.

“It’s a bullshit excuse!” His strong hands hurt her. She was losing control and tried to change the subject. Feigning affection, she gazed up at him and asked, “Tell me, Mr. Occupy, when does your victimized whore find out what you want from her? And Mrs. Occupy sitting out there by the fire? She’s OK with this?”

“Never mind her,” he ordered. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he shoved her to the cot. Rough though he was, Lissette knew the routine and eyed his bulging crotch. A simple blow job, she thought. After the kind of day she’d had, a simple blow job was heaven.

Unzipping his pants, she reached inside. Skillfully, she worked his cock into view and lifting it; she carefully took a testicle into her mouth, rolled it gently, then did the same with the other. Releasing them, she reached into her purse and fumbled for a condom whose foil wrapper she expertly tore away with her teeth. “No way,” he announced. Like most men, Vladimir obviously perceived the condom as an affront.

“House rules,” she pouted, lying coyly. “You’ll like it, Vlad…I’ll make you like it.” His face darkened. Grabbing her hair, he jerked her head back and ripping the condom from her teeth, he tossed it away. She tried getting to her feet, but he held her down.

“Please, Vlad, I…I can’t. My boss…I’ll scream!” Fright had overwhelmed her and he knew it.

“You can,” was his firm response. “And if there’s any hope of escaping Zuccotti Park in one piece, you will. Take heed, bitch. With a word, my people out there will shred you.”

Still holding her down, he ordered, “Mouth open.” Wrestling with a dozen fears, she opened and he jammed his erection deep, choking her.

“There,” he said, relieved. “Yeah…feels good.” In an instant, her throat was awash in pre-cum, something experienced girls didn’t normally let bother them. But the more he forced her, the more she struggled, first to get up, then for air to breathe. However, after a moment, he unexpectedly backed off.

Offering Maltepe escort a kind of truce, she relaxed her shoulders. In response, he withdrew but holding her face in the vice of his knees, he aimed the tip of his glistening cock at her eye, making her blink. She knew now what Vladimir was about; he played darts.

Earlier, the Brazilian’s seemingly harmless antics had left Lissette’s eyes burning and pink with irritation. Though lacking Vladimir’s overt aggressiveness, Estevan had, nonetheless, abused her, consciously targeting her eyes; eyes she had known would swell and burn for hours.

“Please, Vladimir, don’t,” she pleaded. Wincing, she shut her eyes and turned away. “Please,” she appealed again. “Come in my mouth. My eyes hurt…I can’t…”

He didn’t reply. With her head locked in place, he held her wrists with one hand and madly yanked at his cock with the other. “Bloodshot eyes,” he muttered contemptuously. “They send a girl with bloodshot fucking eyes?”

Lissette broke into uncontrollable sobs but not caring, he twisted her arms and ordered, “Open. Keep them open or I’ll break you! Vixens sucks!”

He was hurting her so she complied. “Let me,” she offered resignedly. “Just let go of my hands and I’ll do it.”

“OK,” he agreed, “but behave yourself. A beast is what you are and my alter ego says he plans to bitch to your boss. Troy, that capitalist prick; he’s going to get your pretty ass fired!”

Lissette begged. “Please Vlad; I said I’d do it. Only don’t tell on me. I’ll hold my own eyes open, I promise.” Nodding, he let go of her wrists and continuing to jerk off, he looked on as Lissette held both eyelids wide apart for him.

“Head back…hurry,” he grunted, obviously close. The girl, exhausted and emotionally drained, gave in. Tilting back and fighting her own reflex to close them, she held her eyes open waiting for his splash.

With a grunt, he burst and hot sperm flooded the wretched escort’s eye sockets. Instantly, her vision turned gauzy white, a burning haze which her involuntarily fluttering lids instinctually sought to blink away but which only worsened the biting sensation from his singular viciousness.

Blinded, she listened to his gasps, waiting as his labored breathing gradually diminished. Semen ran down her cheeks, into her ears and slid into her open collar as Lissette desperately felt along the cold floor, searching for something, anything to wipe away the stinging fluid.

“Stay still,” he ordered. With a click, a glaring, knife-like light, flashed through the filmy filter still fogging her vision. Followed by a second, he captured today’s portrait with his smart phone. “That’s perfect. Guess our girly girl is just another messy mess,” he said with more than a hint of self-satisfaction.

“Tell you what. I promise not to upload this photographic hors d’oeuvre to Hamster’s picture gallery if you promise to keep Troy Garrity and his little games a secret. Do we have a deal?” The sobbing girl nodded despairingly. With a zip, he opened the tent’s flap and said, “Now get out.”

Part III – Home Late

For the third time this week she had worked late. It was after three when she quietly unlocked the apartment door.

All was dark. All was silent. The place felt eerily empty. “Sable?” she whispered. With no response from her sitter, she turned on the lights. The living room was empty. Lissette called out once more – louder now. “Sable? Emily?” Again hearing nothing, she ran to her daughter’s room. The bed was empty but resting on the pillow was a note. Picking it up, she guardedly read:

Ms. Church,

When one o’clock came and went with no sign of you, I felt obligated to take my daughter – and yours – to my apartment. Child Protective Services picked up little Emily at two. Maybe it’s cruel, but a little girl needs a mother who loves her – not one who stays out all hours of the night.

Investigator Jerome Keller left this number: 800-342-3720. He said you can reach him after 9:00 in the morning.

If I were you, I’d have a talk with a good lawyer first though. I think he knows what you’re up to. Shame on you.

Caryn Ellis

End

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The woman entered the hallway and looked around for her client. Her gaze fell upon a man in his mid-forties, nice build, graying hair, business suit and unhappy marriage. Typical for this massage parlor. Although they were all different, different ages, various backgrounds and ethnicities they all had the same look – the look of starvation.

He gazed up and caught her beautiful blue eyes, relief and familiarity relaxing him. The men are always nervous in the hallway, fearful they will see someone they know, fearful they will be found out. She smiled as he approached her taking his hand and squeezing it as she lead him down the hall to the room. Before she opened the door, she paused with her hand on the knob and turned to him; a devilish grin spreading across her gorgeous lips. He stopped, a little confused, and raised and eyebrow quizzingly. “I have a surprise for you,” she whispered.

“Oh?” he replied, his own grin matched hers and he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. He had been her client for over 2 years and she knew he liked surprises. He raised his head, unable to contain the leer on his face.

“Yes, today we will not be alone,” she purred, watching with satisfaction, the flash of fear replace the arrogance on his face. She opened the door and yanked his now reluctant body into the room, quickly closing the door behind him. Stepping back, she saw his erratic, nervous eyes scan the parlor. He searched frantically past the massage table in the middle of the room, past the chairs and cupboards till he saw the naked girl, on her knees, in the corner.

The woman watched the kaleidoscope of expressions cross his face like shimmers of the northern lights. His fear turned to shock and disbelief then to concern. He took a step closer to the girl getting a better look. As if reading his mind, the woman explained “She looks a lot younger than her true age. She is here at her own request and although she could pass for a college girl, it’s been ten years since she graduated with her degree.” The shock returned to his face, raising both his eyebrows this time. Then slowly there came a new look in his eyes………………………lust.

Smugly satisfied, the woman moved between him and the girl, steering him to the massage table. She undid his robe and was mildly surprised at his naked body; this client, who usually required a lot of manual stimulation to become aroused, was already erect. She gently coaxed him onto his stomach watching him wince as his cock became wedged between his stomach and the table. She had placed the girl on the floor so that her client had full view of her while the woman proceeded to massage his shoulders and back. He began to relax under her touch while still staring at the girl in the corner, taking in her slim tanned body. Her straight long blonde hair tumbled over her bowed head in a golden Maltepe Esmer Escort curtain so that he was unable to see her face. He did watch as her small breasts gently rose and fell, while the silver nipple clamps with their adornments swung gently from her hard, large, nipples with her every breath.

The woman continued to massage down his lower back but followed his gaze to the girl. Pride warmed her as she saw how the girl had perfected the pose that she herself had spent so many hours practicing. The girl’s knees and toes were the parts of her body touching the floor. Her thighs were spread wide and the woman could see the sparkle of the silver clit clamp that matched the one the girl wore on her nipples. Her arms were pulled back with each palm gripping on each heel and the girls tight ass was resting on the top of her hands. Her back was arched, her chest thrust forward, and her head bowed……….awaiting use. The pose of a pleasure slave.

The silence was broken by his breathless voice. “Who is she?” he asked transfixed. The woman moved in front of him, breaking his view of the girl. He looked up as she removed her own robe and he immediately forgot about the girl as his eyes dropped to her ample, freckled breasts. He let out a sigh as she leaned over him and resumed massaging his back, letting her tits brush against his face.

“She is my slave girl, my thrall,” she replied as he tried to kiss and lick her swinging breasts. “I found her a few weeks ago on the Internet and have claimed her for my own.”

“Oh?” came his mumbled reply, not focusing on what she was saying but on her gorgeous globes. She stepped back and commanded him to roll over. He did so and she was pleased to see his cock still fully hard even though her expert hands had relaxed the rest of him. She leaned over him again and lightly ran her hands across his chest, teasing his nipples and once more letting her breasts fall into his face, which he tried to gobble. Her hands crept lower to his shaft and he moaned while she stroked him up and down.

“Do you know why I brought her here?” she asked him in a whisper, her hands still pumping him.

“No” he breathed, not really paying attention.

“I brought her here because she loves to suck cock,” she purred.

He stopped breathing.

He looked at her and she winked. She then moved away from the table and snapped her fingers. The girl, who had been only a breathing statue till this time, instantly began to crawl on her hands and knees to the woman’s feet. He sat up, mesmerized. The girl stopped below the woman and lowered her head and placed gentle kisses to the top of each of the woman’s ten toes. The girl stayed on her hands and knees, her ass in the air; her head bent to the woman’s feet. The woman reached down and put her index Maltepe Eve Gelen Escort finger under the girl’s chin to raise her head. The girl’s face came into view for the first time and the man felt his cock jump, she was beautiful. He looked at her mouth and remembered what the woman had said, again his cock jumped. He imagined what that mouth would look like encircling him and sucking. He hoped he had enough money in his wallet.

He watched as the girl gazed adoringly into the woman’s eyes. The woman smiled down at her with affection and asked “Don’t you love to suck cock my pet?”

“Yes Mistress,” was the breathless reply from the girl on the floor.

“Yes Mistress what?” was the stern retort.

The girl lowered her eyes, her chin still thrust up by the woman’s index finger, and in a whisper, he could barely hear, she answered. “Yes Mistress, I love to suck cock.”

He couldn’t contain his moan as he swung his legs over the side of the table, his cock strained forward. He sat there waiting, unsure of what to do while knowing exactly what he wanted. The woman pointed to him and the girl began to crawl again. He watched her lean body as she moved across the floor toward him, her ass in the air, her head only inches off the floor. When she stopped below him, he looked down at her firm buttocks and wondered if she liked it in her ass as well, then with another moan, shuddered at the thought. For two years he had been coming to this establishment, he had only gotten hand jobs, which was a lot more than he received at home. But this was almost more than he could take. As he looked down at the girl, his cock began oozing pre-cum and twitching with need.

The woman moved closer to him till she was standing beside the table. She leaned into him, her breasts heavy against his arm, a temporary distraction for his gaze. She too watched the girl, then looked at him and smiled.

“We have to make her hungry for it,” she explained, looking down at the girl once more. He watched the woman lower her finger to cup the girl under the chin again. She raised the girl’s face so that it was level with his crotch a few inches away. The girl immediately opened her mouth but made no move toward him. The woman then grabbed his cock and bent him forward till his smooth head was a mere eighth of an inch in front of the girl’s open mouth. He moaned and tried to strain forward but the woman held him fast, gripping him hard and telling him firmly “Not yet, make her beg for it.”

He groaned again and looked down at the girl. She was staring at his cock. Her eyes almost crossed and full of a smoldering look that took his breath away. He saw her open mouth and soft lips. He could feel her hot breath on him, breath that was beginning to come faster. The girl began to pant a little, her Maltepe Evi Olan Escort moist, exhaled air caressing his cock and driving him mad. Yet, the woman’s strong grip at the base of his shaft kept him from doing anything but moaning.

The woman then moved her finger from under the girl’s chin and trailed it down her upturned neck. She swept it past the girl’s little breasts, continuing lower till it rested on the girl’s pussy. She began to rub and the girl’s sharp intake of breath almost drew his cock into her mouth, but the woman held him fast. “I do believe your cock is making my girl wet,” she said.

As the torture continued, the girl began to whimper like a puppy. Her tongue streaked out of her open mouth to wet her lips, just missing his flesh making him grip the edge of the table and grind his teeth. He looked a the woman, in pain, but she kept her eyes on the girl on the floor. He wanted to scream. He wanted to slap her hand away and drive his cock deep into that waiting hole. But he knew if he lost control, he wouldn’t be allowed back. So he moaned and mentally pleaded to them both. His cock pulsed and throbbed and strained toward the girl.

The he heard it. Ever so softly. He heard it and he felt it. The word “please” escaped the girl. The soft sound touched his cock and surrounded it.

“Please what?” asked the woman, her own voice a little breathless, her hand moving faster between the girl’s thighs.

The girl moaned, she licked her lips again, the smoldering look in her eyes becoming a hallow, hungry look. “Please let me suck his cock Mistress.”

He looked at the woman. She smiled down at the girl then met his gaze. “Should we let her?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“GOD YES!!!” he shouted. The woman let go of his cock and with a cowboy yell he plunged straight into the girl’s open mouth. He hit the back of her throat hard and she flinched for a second before closing her lips around him. He thrust in her with abandon, deep and wild, grunting and cursing. When he felt his cock slide past the girl’s tonsils he knew he was going to cum. He looked down and saw tears in the girl’s eyes. He saw the lump in her throat, the head of his cock deep and pulsing beginning to pump his hot seed straight down the girl’s gullet. The girl met his eyes for the first time, and despite the tears streaming down her face, she looked at him with desire and satisfaction.

He continued to pump, what seemed like gallons of cum into the girl’s throat until he finally collapsed backward. His cock yanked out of the girl hard, like she was reluctant to let him go and the girl gasped for breath, her whole body shaking and quivering.

The woman removed her hand from between the slave’s legs and held it up to him, her fingers slippery with egg white-like girl cum. He met the woman’s eyes and she winked at him before looking down at the girl again.

“Now thank the nice man for letting you suck his cock,” she said.

As he listened to the girl’s words, thanking him, he thought he heard in the distant someone tolling a bell ……………………………………………. He had arrived in heaven.

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“This is the last stage of my typical rounds,” Hector said when they had arrived at the entrance to the next section of trails.

June checked her wrist-watch. “And your shift ends…when?”

“In about an hour. Well, that’s when I go to the main office and submit any reports or requests for maintenance.”

“And then?”

“Well, after that, I usually…get in my truck and go home.”

She just looked at him.

“Do you…do you want to come over?” he asked. Before she could answer he interrupted, “Unless, you know, if you don’t want to come to my house we could always go to the town next over, go out somewhere…get dinner? See a movie?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing your place…”

His stomach churned with rapid excitement. His ex-girlfriend had said the same thing, years ago, before she came over and pulled him into bed and spent all night riding him.

“Sure, yeah. Great. So after this walk…do you want me to drop you off at your B&B and come back for you after I file some paperwork?”

“That would be nice, thanks. Gives me the chance to freshen up.”

“Then it’s a plan,” Hector said. As soon as the words were out, he felt he should have said date instead of plan but it was too late to take it back.

The last hour of their walk was more shy and quiet than any of the others – neither of them said much, aside from occasional small talk. Mostly they communicated with sidelong glances and pleased, albeit self-conscious, conspiratorial smiles.

Even June wasn’t stomping off the trail in her boots to pee with the same frequency. In fact, she wasn’t going at all. Judging from the copious way she had relieved herself over and over again this afternoon, Hector suspected she was holding it in deliberately. And judging from how quickly she cycled through water bottle refills, she was probably storing a surprising amount in that small frame and petite bladder.

Before he knew it, the hour was up; he drove June back to her bed & breakfast, waved goodbye, and spent about 15 minutes at the office speeding through paperwork as quickly as possible before returning to the same place. She was downstairs soon after he buzzed her, though her footsteps were unsteady.

He realized when she climbed in the truck, wincing, that she was exhibiting all the signs of an overfull bladder.

“Look like you have to go, there,” he chuckled. She turned her face to his.

“You have no idea,” she said solemnly. Then she pressed a hand to her pelvis and wriggled a little.

“I have the floor mats for a reason, you know,” Hector said quickly, pointing to them. “For this reason, in fact.”

“What, for potential dates?” she winked. Her breath was coming in short puffs.

“For myself, in case of accidents,” he said. “But…you look like you’re on the verge of having an accident.”

“I got this. As long as we don’t have an accident while you drive,” she said, gesturing to the dashboard. “Can we get out of here?”

“Sure, sure,” he said, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. “You look nice, by the way.”

June had exchanged her light day dress for one that was darker and a little slinkier. Rather than flaring out at the waist, it tapered nicely around her hips, hugging the curve of her ass. “Thanks,” she said, smiling; but then the smile twisted as she was wracked by a spasm that made her bend forward.

“Oooh,” she groaned. “I really have to piss.”

“That’s what you get when you hold it,” he chuckled. “Sure you don’t wanna make use of those floor mats?”

“Oh, I didn’t say I wouldn’t,” she said. “But I held it so long because I wanted you to see it, and it wouldn’t be any good if you were driving and missed the whole show…”

Hector felt a squeezing in his chest and a corresponding throb in his groin. Fuck.

“That’s hot,” he said aloud. “I…really do want to see that.”

“Ooooh, then please pull over,” June moaned. “Like, now now now now now, oh, fuck, I’m seriously gonna wet myself-“

They had passed through the main part of town and were on their way into the woods. Hector’s place was only a few minutes away, but for now, the houses were miles apart and separated by dense woods. He pulled over to the shoulder of the road and turned to June just in time to see her squirt everywhere.

She wasn’t wearing underwear, and she merely rolled the tight bottom of the dress up over her hips and proceeded to piss forcefully forward.

Her stream thundered against the glove compartment and dripped down onto the mats. After a moment, she scooted her ass forward on the seat and aimed downward so that she soaked the floor mats. Her urine filled up the grooves and tread of the plastic mat, at first Maltepe Anal Escort drumming and then splashing down.

And fuck, the sheer amount of it. Hector wondered how it was possible she could fit all that liquid inside her, as she was rapidly turning the passenger seat floor mat into a miniature pond. And all the while she gushed, she sighed deeply and with huge relief.

“Mmmmm, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned. “I was feeling so tight and full and shaky and now…oooh, god…”

Her stream was only now beginning to dwindle. Hector watched it diminish, winking and flashing in the sunlight, jumping like a little fountain. A few drops fell onto the seat below and were swallowed immediately, sinking deep into the thirsty fabric. The image gave Hector a sudden idea. But he would save that for later.

“I really want to get you home, now,” he growled as she collapsed back into the seat. He was already putting the car back in gear. “We’ll be there in just a minute.”

On arrival, June’s legs were still shaky as she dismounted from the truck. He gave her a hand to get out, then reached in to grab the floor mat. The pool of urine, now displaced, rippled and sent a small wave of June’s pee rushing over Hector’s hand. It was still a little warm.

He shook the mat out, then hosed it off and left it outside to dry. Then he washed his hands, and his face, and then he stuck his head under the water because the day was hot and he was sweating. “You can go on in,” he said to June. “Door’s unlocked.”

But she just sat on a rocking chair on the porch and waited until he was finished. “Is it weird to say that it’s kinda sexy watching you be industrious about taking care of my own pee?”

“Not any weirder than anything else we’ve done or experienced in the last few days,” he said, joining her with a towel around his shoulders. “Shall we?”

“After you,” she gestured. “I feel strange preceding people into their own homes.”

“Fair enough.” He pulled open the screen door, pushed open the front door, and kicked his shoes off as he stepped up onto the stoop. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water’s great,” she said. “And lots of it.”

“You got it,” he said; it was easy to grab two glasses and the pitcher of water from the kitchen and rejoin June in the den, where she looked around at the walls and furnishings curiously. “You know, I think my grandparents had that same dining room table when I was growing up,” she said, pointing to it.

“That would be interesting, considering that my own grandfather was a carpenter by trade and he made this table by hand,” Hector said, handing her a glass. “It was the prototype for a few similar models that he sold in town. I don’t suppose they got it from a local woodworker?”

“You know, I think they did!”

It was strange, how uncanny this feeling of familiarity creeping over him was. How much this young woman felt like…home. He wanted to sit down on the couch next to her and cuddle close, just savoring the feeling of being here, together. But she was all pretty and dressed up, and he was in desperate need of a shower.

“Will you give me a minute to clean up and change my clothes?” he asked, pinching at his shirt. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll entertain myself by looking at those – are those baby pictures?”

He groaned, but her enthusiasm was too endearing to hold a frown. “Yeah, that’s me with my parents. And that one was when I was 8, and they took me to the beach. Ahh, anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”

He backed out of the room hurriedly and headed to the bathroom, realizing only after he had stripped down and plunged into the shower that he had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with him.

No matter – he would slink down the hallway to his bedroom and she wouldn’t see him.

But as he was rinsing the soap off, there was an urgent knock at the door.

“Sorry, but you don’t have another bathroom, do you?” June asked, her voice tight with tension. “I just…really have to pee again. Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” he said. “The door is open. Come on in.”

Immediately the door opened wide and June rushed in. The shower curtain hanging between them was clear, with a colorful bubbly print that distorted the view of the other side. But June paused for a moment, looking at Hector through the plastic. It was a nice look. He turned the shower off, to better appreciate it.

“I thought you didn’t like peeing in toilets,” he said. “Didn’t you say that, in the woods?”

“That’s true,” she admitted. “I don’t. But when I’m a guest in someone’s home, I don’t really have the luxury…”

“Well, just so you Maltepe Yaşlı Escort know for the future,” Hector said, “If you walk out the back door, you’ll go straight into the woods and no one will see you out there.”

“Tempting,” she said. “But I also want to do it where you can watch me.”

At that, Hector smoothly slid the shower curtain aside from its place between them. He felt curiously unashamed about exposing his entire naked body to her. “I’m watching,” he said; June blushed a little.

But still she didn’t sit on the toilet itself. Hector gazed at her for a moment. “Change your mind?”

“It’s just…”

“Is there something you’d rather do?”

Now she really did blush, all the way to her ears. “Um…well…nevermind.”

He put a hand out to touch her arm, heedless of the water that clung to him. “Tell me.”

“Have you ever thought about…drinking someone’s pee?” she murmured.

It was Hector’s turn to blush. In fact, he had been thinking about that: when she peed heavily in his car, and how the seat below had wicked up the fluid. He’d never tried it before, and didn’t know if he would like it, but seeing June relieving herself like that made him think for the first time that he wouldn’t mind being a receptacle for her relief…

Now she was the one who reached out to touch him. She recognized his own embarrassment as interest. “You have, haven’t you?”

Hector groaned and put his hands over his face. “Yes. Of course. I’ve never been tempted before, but…seeing you, earlier…”

He put his hands down. June met his gaze steadily. “Would you like to try it?” she asked.

When he nodded, June didn’t hesitate; she immediately climbed into the bathtub, simultaneously peeling off her dress and casting it into a corner of the room.

‘I hope I swept the place recently,’ Hector thought as she put a hand on his chest and levered both of them down so that he was lying in the tub, and she straddled him. Then, ‘oh damn, this is actually happening.’

“You sure?” she asked, and he nodded again. “Yes. I’m nervous, but excited. I want you to pee in my mouth. I do.”

She shivered a little above him at the words. “Fuck. It sounds so hot when you say it. Okay. I really can’t hold it any longer.”

“Do it,” Hector said, opening his mouth suggestively. “I’m ready.”

June grinned. Then she turned around so she faced his feet, and scooted backwards on hands and knees: a typical 69 position. June’s ass really was lovely: round and firm, jiggling a little as she moved towards him.

She settled down, pressing their bodies closer together, and bringing her pussy right up against his mouth and chin. Hector obligingly opened his mouth and, daringly, licked her from slit to clit with his tongue pressed flat and wide against her.

June gasped, but it clearly wasn’t unwelcome: she started grinding against his tongue and making whimpers of longing. “Oooh, Hector…” she sighed, and at the sound of his own name coming from her mouth in pleasure, Hector’s erection – which was so far kept at bay by nerves – swelled.

“Oooh, Hector,” June said again, but now with delight. Hector had to admit that despite whatever other personal issues, he certainly wasn’t lacking in size. He was accustomed to the girls he bedded marveling at the appearance of his fully erect cock. But it was still gratifying, especially coming from June.

And then – speaking of personal issues – the hard tight feeling of his own erection tripped that neural circuit and he suddenly went just soft enough to start pissing. Pleasure mingled with relief and he couldn’t see the spray but he could feel it rushing out of his semi-hard cock.

“Ooh! Hector!” June squealed. He realized self-consciously that he hadn’t actually warned June that this was a possibility. They shared an interest in piss, and he had mentioned the worksite injury, but she didn’t know the full extent of his issues. He just felt so comfortable with her, it was as if he assumed he had already told her.

He pulled away from her pussy enough to speak. “Ahh, shit. I’m really sorry about that. I would have warned you if I knew it was coming. The thing is-“

But suddenly June was saying, “Fuck fuck fuck,” and a warm rush of fluid spread over Hector’s chin and cheeks. He clamped his mouth back over her peeing pussy as soon as he realized that he had made an error in pulling away: she was positively gushing.

He didn’t know what to expect – a strange taste? discomfort? gagging and choking? could he possibly drown? – but found instead that her fluids barely tasted like anything. It was easy to swallow it down as she steadily filled his mouth, not just once but Maltepe Zenci Escort several times over.

And when he surfaced to conscious awareness of anything other than the sweet sensation of drinking straight from her source-place, he realized that she was moaning his name still, and that his cock was rock-hard.

June surprised him by taking hold of his cock. She slowly pumped it while emptying the last of her piss onto her tongue. Now that it was just a dribble, Hector felt free to leisurely lick her. He felt gratified by every tremble and whimper while her thighs got tighter and tighter around his ears.

And she stroked his cock steadily, but then – why was he still surprised by anything this marvelous woman did? – lowered her own head and swirled her tongue around the head of her cock before taking him in her mouth nearly down to the base. He groaned into her cunt, which turned into more of a buzzing hum that made her thrust back harder against his tongue.

All of this was getting to be too much for Hector, who felt ready to blow his load, but he ought to warn June of what was likely to follow. The only problem was that she was vigorously humping his face and clinging to him like an octopus, and he didn’t want to peel her off anytime soon; he was enjoying this too much, and wanted to make her come hard.

But while imagining June coming hard as she rode his face, Hector started to spasm, and she encouraged him along with little noises, so when she took him deep in her mouth again he ejaculated against the back of her throat.

His groaning as he came again sent buzzing vibrations against her pussy, and she followed him quickly by shuddering and quaking on top of him in a way he knew had to be an orgasm ripping through her body.

But by then, he was pissing. And oh fuck, this one felt like a deep, nearly soul-cleansing, piss. On the heels of that intense orgasm (with the first woman he’d bedded – or, bathtubbed – in several years), this piss was so satisfying that it extended the sensation of orgasm.

And rather than pulling away, or gagging and choking, or anything like it, June was still making hums of pleasure while she, her lips firm around his cock, drank deeply of him.

This transaction of fluids was impossibly intimate: more intense than anything Hector had experienced with any past sex partner. Even as he finished leaking the last droplets of piss, which June eagerly licked up, his cock was rising again.

“Wait,” Hector said. “I have to tell you something.”

June turned around on her hands and knees so that she was facing him, still straddling his lap. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. That was…fucking amazing. I just…”

“What’s up?”

“So you remember when I told you about my workplace accident?”

“Yeah?”

“After that surgery, it’s like…things got a little confused, down there. I guess you could call it mixed signals to the brain. Most guys can’t cross over between ejaculating and pissing but it’s like…” he gestured vaguely to his genitals. “I can’t stop it. Sometimes getting horny makes me feel the need to piss, or vice versa. And almost always, I can’t help pissing right after I finish coming.”

He imagined June might adopt a solemn expression: she would nod, and listen, and support him. But he wasn’t expecting the devilish grin that spread across her face in that moment.

“That’s fucking hot,” she said. “You won the workplace injury lottery on that one, huh?”

“…did I?”

She sat back on her heels, still straddling him. The gesture lifted her torso into the air, where her pillowy breasts bounced a little and attracted his gaze. “Don’t you think? It doesn’t cause any pain, does it?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I mean…there is some discomfort. Not physical discomfort though.”

“You mean emotional discomfort?” she quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I guess so.”

June leaned over him and kissed him full on the mouth. “You don’t have anything to worry about with me. There’s no need to be embarrassed about it. I think you’re magnificent. And all of this-” she gestured to him and his cock vaguely. “-really turns me on.”

He pulled her close, the two of them embracing, still lying in the bathtub. “I feel like this is more than I deserve,” he murmured. “But holy fuck, I am so glad I met you.”

“Me too,” she said. “It never would have happened if you hadn’t burst into that clearing and done your thing, embarrassing or not.”

“It was just luck that you were there to see it.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Good luck for both of us.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get out of this bathtub,” Hector said, squirming against the ache in his spine. “Shall I show you the rest of the house?”

“If by that you mean your bedroom, then yes, please,” June said impishly.

So together they took a quick rinse in the shower and then Hector took June by the hand and led her down the hall…

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I had known that this night was going to happen for a while. Master had been talking about it for a while, and I was worried. He was having some friends over and he fully expected me to serve all of them. And I mean serve in the fullest sense of the word.

He’d carefully chosen my attire; a brief mini skirt and a low cut blouse. The blouse was so small and tight that my full breasts were barely contained, and you could see the brown of my areolas through the white cotton. I had on very high heels, and nothing else, and if I’d bent over, you’d have caught a glance of my smooth pussy. He’d supervised me as I’d applied my makeup, so that when it was complete I looked like the slut I was.

When the doorbell rang I jumped, moved as if to hide in the kitchen.

“Tessia!” Master growled, and his large hand reached out and grabbed my tiny wrist, halting my progress.

Tremulously, I lifted my face to his, and cringed at the stern look in his dark eyes. Sighing in defeat, I walked to the front door, my eyes to the hardwood floor as befitting my station. Opening the door, I took the coats of the men who were standing there. I jerked in protest when one of them reached out and casually tweaked my nipple. Master cleared his throat warningly, and I forced myself to hold still as his hands fondled my breast. Another man slid up behind me, his hand slipping smoothly under my skirt, and sliding along the crack of my ass.

Shivering, I looked to my master, and I could feel reassurance pouring from him. I relaxed, knowing that he was in control and that I was pleasing him. My eyes still glued to him, I could feel my nipples began to tighten, and my pussy grew moist under their rough ministrations, and I moaned softly.

“Why don’t we move this into the comfort of the living room?” Master Maltepe Türbanlı Escort abruptly suggested. “Believe me, you’ll all have plenty of time with Tessia.”

Reluctantly the men released me, and we all trailed into the living room. Master had moved the furniture against one wall. Against the opposite wall, laying on the floor, was a set of shackles. A short chain attached them so that while in them I would be unable to rise to my feet. Standing against the wall, where they could all see me, I slowly shimmied out of my clothing, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, and yes excitement.

It was very arousing to know that all these men wanted me, that I was making their cocks hard.

Master came over, and lifted my breasts, showing off their weight and size, almost as if I was cattle, or a slave on the block to be sold. His thumb brushed over one painfully tight tip, and I bit back a moan. Then Master put a firm hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the ground, carefully locked the shackles around my ankles and wrists, being careful not to cut off the circulation to my hands and feet. Then he attached one end of a leash to my collar, and the other to a hook in the wall.

I knew from previous sessions that I wasn’t going anywhere. Picking up my blindfold from the table, he wrapped it around my face so that I couldn’t see anything.

I could hear the men getting up from the couch and moving toward me, so I knew that Master had signaled that it was time for the fun to begin. I jumped skittishly at the first lewd touch to my bottom, but wasn’t able to go far with my leash so tight.

I could feel Masters reassuringly stroke my back, and I settled down, knowing he was there, watching. A different set of hands came out and touched my breasts, fingering Maltepe Otele Gelen Escort the tightening nipples, and a groan ripped its way from my throat.

“Nice little slut you have here.” the man playing with my breasts said to my master. The man caressing my bottom slid his hands down the crease of my ass, a finger slipping in my oozing pussy.

“Quite the slut.” he agreed with the first man. I moaned as his finger slid deep in me, and then gasped at the feel of a cock at my mouth.

Eagerly I sucked it deep in my mouth, my tongue coming out to carress the tip, and the third man groaned.

“What a great cock sucker.”

“I’m sure that we can make better use of her.” Master said. “Tessia!” he barked out. “Climb on top of Jim.”

The man I was sucking abruptly pulled himself from my mouth, and started tugging me over him. As best as I was able, I maneuvered myself over him so that my hungry pussy was waiting over his hard cock. With a groan I pushed my hips down, taking him deep inside me. Panting, I left myself there, enjoying the feel of a hot hard cock inside me. Then I felt another slick cock pushing at my ass, and I jerked, whimpering in uncertainty.

Master ran his hand over my bottom threateningly, and I forced myself to hold still. I was not an anal virgin, but I’d never had a cock in my pussy and in my ass. I whimpered out as his huge cock broke through the tight muscles that guarded my ass, and then groaned as he slid deep inside of me. The two men began moving, and I cried out, moving my hips urgently, reaching for the orgasm that was looming in the distance.

“Don’t you dare cum!” Master warned me, “Not until every man here has gotten off.”

Panting, I tried desperately to hold off my orgasm. The third man, Maltepe Ucuz Escort who I’d forgotten all about, pushed his cock insistently against my mouth. Eager for something to take my mind off of the men moving inside me, I sucked him into my mouth, moving my head up and down his long pole, doing my best to bring him off. I desperately needed to succumb to the heat in my body.

I could feel the man under me stiffen, and his hot cum hitting my cervix. Not long afterward the man moving feverishly in my ass also came. The feel of his hot cum splashing in my bowels, pushed me over the edge, and I screamed, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Frantically, I brought my hand up to the cock that had just slipped out of my mouth, and held on, trying to get him off, even as my body shuddered with after effects of my orgasm. I was rewarded by the hot feeling of his cum hitting my face, and sliding down my breasts. We lay there in a heap for a while, until I heard Masters voice.

“I saw that, Tessia, and we’ll discuss your punishment after they leave, but for now, I think you should thank them all nicely for fucking you, and go get them something to clean themselves with.”

Carefully we detangled ourselves, and on my hands and knees I thanked them. Master released one end of my leash, and took off my blindfold so that I could see to crawl into the kitchen. There was a bag of wet wipes there that had been left for this reason. Picking it up in my mouth, I carried it back into the living room.

“Anytime you feel the need you may come over here. Tessia’s pussy will always be free for your use.” Master was saying, and I cringed at being the personal slut to all these men, even as my pussy shuddered at the thought, “But for now, the slut and I need to spend some time discussing her disobedience.”

Master reattached me to the wall, then reached out and placed his favorite whip threateningly on the carpet next to me, before turning to walk his guests to the door. My eyes glued to the whip, I shivered in fear and anticipation. It was going to be one long night.

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Prose that Blows 9: Vinylady vs. The Penetrator

Vinylady floated imposingly over the battered bad guy. “It should help you in court that the launch codes aren’t compromised,” she reassured him. Her pink and black day costume shone wetly in the noonday sun.

As federal agents dragged Captain Klepto off, however, he cackled, “No, but you will be!”

Vinylady’s sidekick, Rubber Boot Ricky, looked around warily, and said, “Something’s beeping…there! Cover!” He bounced high, using his natural resiliency to get himself between the voluptuous vigilante and the source of the noise–but it was just barely too late. A spray of flechettes burst through the air toward the heroes. Ricky deflected most, but a dozen or so got past him, puncturing Vinylady’s vulnerable skin right through her stretchy outfit.

“Ow! Da–doggone it!” she yelped, stopping herself from swearing. Even injury shouldn’t excuse bad language young ears might hear. Frankly, she got enough hot air from scandalized parents (mostly mothers). Unfortunately, discretion did nothing to remedy the stings or to stop her from loudly deflating. She had pumped herself up to considerable size, though, and the holes were small, so Ricky managed to catch her before she hit something else sharp, and more importantly, to get her out of sight. It was always risky using her inflata-powers, but it was a convenient way to travel above the city and stop trouble before it started. Still, as Ricky bore her discreetly to her Studio Apartment of Secrecy, she mused, “Okay, lesson 292: deflate before fighting.”

Ricky’s freckled face showed concern through his cowl. Now that he was 18, he would take the Department of Crimefighting test soon, and she secretly hoped he would return as her full partner.

“You are just as powerful in your solid plastic form, you know,” he said, Kadıköy Sınırsız Escort as her hourglass shape continued to wilt, hissing softly now, in his strong arms. He bounced up through her window on the fifth floor and deposited her gingerly on the bed.

“Yeah,” she sighed, weakening, “but inflata-powers make such a great distraction. They grab…*yawn* headlines…and they’re soooo much funnnn…”

“Better patch you up,” Ricky said, not waiting for an answer. Strangely, he whipped off his jacket and tied the sleeves around his waist before peeling her tattered plastic outfit off. He slapped several patches on her bare alabaster skin, and began to blow her back up, watching her return to her “natural” height of 5’10”, and then to her “heroic” proportions, though not to full size. Vinylady didn’t face any real health threat from deflation-based unconsciousness, but she suffered a “hangover” that ruined her crimefighting skills for a couple of days and made her really tough to hang out with.

“Using your mouth to reinflate me, you naughty boy…” she murmured. She teased, but secretly hoped he would make a real move.

He blushed. “Well…with fresh patches…” He was sure his face was the color of his wavy, ginger hair, currently hidden by his black cowl.

She chuckled. “I know…tank or compressor…bad idea. Please continue,” she said, trying to make it a simple polite request and not a moan.

He mostly ignored the throatiness in her voice, expanding her entire gorgeous form with breath after lusty breath. He chastely tried to keep her gorgeous purple floral comforter over her inflating form, but it kept slipping down and exposing her expanding bustline as she grew, and she conspicuously failed to tell him when to stop. Finally, he couldn’t take any more, even though he knew that she easily could. Kadıköy Suriyeli Escort He closed her nozzle, located discreetly behind her ear. There were others, but it seemed a little too intimate.

“Aww, done already?” she asked, trying to only pretend disappointment.

He turned away. “Um…we shouldn’t put too much stress on you.”

“POP-pycock,” she scolded. Then she got a look at him in the gentle light from the shaded windows. The jacket had fallen away, revealing why he tied it like that so often. “…Your body is solid rubber. How did that get so inflated?”

Ricky felt like if his face got any hotter, it would soften. “You’ve had that effect on me for years now, Vinylady…” he said.

“Wow,” she managed.

“That’s how I feel around you all the time,” he said.

Vinylady giggled, beaming through her mask, the only part of her costume still mostly intact. “I…have been feeling the same for awhile now…” and it had been so long since…well, just too darn long, is all, she thought.

He suddenly looked downcast. “But…I’m your sidekick. What would people say?” he asked.

She sat up on one curvaceous hip, her bounteous bosom bouncing, and her golden hair splaying out in ringlets over her broad, well-defined shoulders. “Well, first, cutie, they’re already saying it. Second, this is not the first time this has happened. Well, it’s the first time I’ve seriously considered…letting it happen.”

Ricky’s eyes lit up.

“And finally…if my sidekick is too virtuous to take unfair advantage of me…” at this point, Vinylady herself blushed…”check the secret compartment in my closet.”

Since Ricky had a similar compartment in his own closet at home, he found the hidden catch easily, and in short order withdrew an unfamiliar garment. He held the hanger, examining Kadıköy İranlı Escort the outfit, and a grin crept across his face.

“I now have a master plan,” he said.

Moments later, after theatrically loud sounds of a struggle, a tall, dark, menacing figure emerged from Vinylady’s Privy of Privacy–but not the purple-clad sidekick. The man, wearing a shimmering, stretchy black bodysuit with a gold “P” starting at his right knee and continuing phallically up to his broad chest, smiled evilly at the buxom superheroine.

Taking her cue, Vinylady gasped and cried mock-innocently, “What have you done with my sweet-natured sidekick?”

He gave a magnificent laugh. “The Rubber Boot was no match for your new foe…The Penetrator!” Before she could react, Ri–err, The Penetrator had grabbed her with powerful hands, and bound her arms and legs spread-eagled to her stout four-poster bed with stout soft cotton ropes that had proven curiously easy to find.

“Golly!” Vinylady exclaimed. “I’m helpless before an arch-villain who is sure to want to be really evil with me…”

“Count on it,” The Penetrator whispered huskily in her delicate ear. He groped at one of her huge breasts. Then he moved down, and opened one of her nipple valves, quickly covering it with his mouth, and beginning to fill her up in earnest. She quickly grew all over, her hourglass figure more and more exaggerated until her cute little toes hung over the foot of the bed as she bounced and wriggled (and tried not to giggle) and whimpered. Soon, her plump, air-filled thighs were in the air, her knees gently forced to bend by the ropes restraining her. The polymer scents of their arousal filled the room.

“Before you vanquish me, I must know…why do they call you The Penetrator?”

He pulled aside a very convenient flap in his pants to reveal a rampant erection, even larger than Vinylady had thought. As he positioned the head at the heroine’s slickening nether lips, he growled, “I think you know,” and slid deep inside her.

“Mmmmmmm…I mean, no! I’ve been Penetrated, you naughty man, (don’t you dare stop),” she said, though they both knew only he could hear.

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The Story of an Actual Bondage Experience

It’s late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual activities. It’s early in our relationship and we are still discovering each other’s preferences.

We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on them, and that he is the first person who has ever been able to understand how good it feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He responds maybe that’s because most men believe that would hurt instead of please the woman, and I respond with, “Maybe that’s true, but sometimes pain can be a good thing.” He mulls that over, and I can’t actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore the significance of the statement and go on to other things.

We eventually get into another discussion where the “B” word finally comes up, and we both admit to each other that we have fantasized about bondage. We talk about experimenting, and the next couple of weeks are filled with conversations and anticipation about our impending journey into bondage. We decide that I am to be the submissive. I don’t have much in the way of dominant tendencies — I have always been submissive in my bondage fantasies. Even though he is interested in both the dominant and submissive roles, I am clearly more the submissive.

We decide this will be the weekend for our bondage experiment. He goes to work on Friday leaving me the whole day to wonder and worry about what the evening will hold for me. I know he has acquired the toys and torture tools he plans on using, and they must be around the house somewhere by this time, but he has been adamant that he doesn’t want me knowing what his plans for me are, and I agree with his rationale. I’ve been careful over the past few days not to look for the toys or even come across them by mistake for fear of ruining his plans.

He has always been the gentlest and sweetest person to me, but while talking about my submission to him and how he plans to dominate me, he has actually begun to be quite the disciplinarian. He has already promised me punishments for certain “transgressions” I’ve committed. His promise to “mess with” my tits is particularly intriguing. I don’t know what he has in mind for the punishments, but while part of me is looking forward to it, the other part of me is a bit fearful, and I want to avoid adding reasons for punishment to his list.

Evening finally comes and we return from work, but he is in a bad mood and has had a bad day. We have dinner, but he then tells me he’s too tired for our bondage games tonight and wants to go to bed. I cannot believe he is saying that — surely he must be joking. Is this more of his mind domination, or is he really serious? Evidently he is serious because he gets up and heads toward the bedroom, and I just want to cry. I follow him into the bedroom, all the while trying to figure out what I have done wrong to make him decide to forgo our bondage session. Luckily, after about 10 minutes in bed, he tells me he’s now ready to test out tying me up. My heart begins to race again. I wonder if I will be sorry for hoping he would change his mind.

He tells me to follow him to the living room, which I do. He then tells me to strip. I stand in the corner of the room undressing and leave my clothes on the floor beside me. Now I’m completely naked (in more ways than one?). He has moved to the fireplace and is retrieving a toolbox that was behind a chair there. He has opened up the toolbox and is taking things out, and I am too anxious to even notice what everything is. He tells me to come closer, which I do, and I attempt to smile at him, but he is totally focused on this really long piece of rope that he wants to use on me. He tells me to put my arms in the air and he starts to wind the rope around my chest, underneath my tits.

As he winds the rope around and around, I can hear a “whish” as it moves through the air, and he is tightly winding around my chest two or three times and then moves to the top of my tits, winding it around the top a number of times too. The rope is nylon and I am extremely turned on by the feel of the tight bondage and the sound of the rope moving around my body.

He then takes the ends of the rope and cinches them around the loops in between my tits, then directs them over my shoulders, tying the ends to the loops behind my back. He then cinches the bottom rope and top rope together on the outer sides of my tits, forcing my tits even closer together and making them incredibly sensitive to the touch. As he turns me around to check the back, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and can see that the rope is forcing my tits to protrude, making my already large tits seem even larger, and they are already swelling from the bondage. I am excited by how he has forced my tits to take the shape that he wants, ready to be used and tortured at his will.

He locks leather cuffs Kadıköy Yabancı Escort on my wrists with tiny padlocks. He then tells me to put my hands behind my back, which I, of course, do. He secures my wrists cuffs together and tells me to kneel. He then informs me of my safewords: “yellow” to mean he should ease up on whatever he’s doing at that moment, and “red” to mean everything should stop. I let him know I understand the safewords, but I force from my mind the thought that I might actually use them.

He then goes about tying my elbows together with another length of rope. My elbows are having a hard time meeting, and that takes him a while to work on, but the constant “whish”ing of the rope as he’s manipulating my arms and the feeling of the rope itself keeps my excitement level elevated.

After tying my elbows close together, he tells me to lie on the floor, face down. I try to do that, but with my hands and elbows tied behind my back, I have no way to brace myself, and I am having difficulty lying down. He decides to expedite the process, grabs the ropes wrapped around my chest behind my back, and pushes me forward. But, because I don’t know he’s got ahold of me and intends to keep me from falling, I initially resist his efforts to lower me down because I still feel like I’ll fall. He releases his grip at about the same time I end my resistance to his pushing, and I end up falling straight onto the floor. He tells me he had meant to keep that from happening, but I actually like that he was so forceful and I was so helpless.

Suddenly he starts to chastise me for one of my most recent “transgressions” and starts to spank my ass as punishment. Everything up to this point has felt more like preparation, but suddenly he is seriously treating me as his sub and I am immediately incredibly humiliated. I turn to look at him, but he is continuing his spanking, with his bare hand, and will not catch my glance. I am so embarrassed that I try to put my head under my arm to hide my face, but my arm is, of course, tied behind my back. So I settle for my shoulder.

Then suddenly it’s not his hand that is spanking me, but there is this “whoosh” and a much harder thwat on my ass. I turn to see what it is, and I see a cat-o-nine-tails. Now the humiliation is increased tenfold, and there is a rising level of pain as I wonder if I can bear the embarrassment of him continuing to flog my ass.

He continues for a while, moving between my ass and upper thighs, and I can feel the heat rush to my ass and legs as they turn red from the flogging. I wonder if he knows that he is fulfilling one of my deepest and most humiliating fantasies. I have always wanted serious ass spankings, and as painful and humiliating as it is, I am enjoying every single painful moment.

The spanking and flogging don’t last too long, and he has now decided to hog-tie me. He is using more rope to tie my ankles together and then fold them up to my ass and tie them to the rope between my elbows. I really like the way this feels when he completes the hog-tie — I am totally immobilized and at his mercy. I am really feeling more and more submissive to him by the minute. Unfortunately the elbow ropes soon begin to cut off circulation in my arms, so he unties them and releases me from the hog-tie. I am saddened by this, but little do I know what else he has in store for me.

He frees my wrists and ankles, but keeps the cuffs on my wrists. He tells me to move over to the door to his office, adjacent to the living room. He steps away and comes back with a hook that he places over the rim of the door before closing the door. He tells me to stand with my back against the door, facing the living room, with my arms over my head. I do so and he quickly ties my wrist cuffs to the hook so that my arms are now secured near the top of the door. As he does this, I feel my tits jut out even more, and there is no way for me to prevent my huge swollen tits, the size of which has always embarrassed me, from sticking straight out into the air. He then ties my ankles together once more. Then he blindfolds me. Now I am increasingly apprehensive and entirely at his mercy.

He moves away for a moment and it sounds like he’s going back to the toolbox. I cannot see a thing and can only wonder what he’s planning next. He doesn’t make me wait too long, and he is back in front of me, touching my tits. His hands move toward my nipples. The bondage has made them even more sensitive, and I am really enjoying his touch. Suddenly though, he clamps something onto each nipple and the pain is unbelievable. It feels like they are on fire, and the pain is radiating throughout my nipples. Just as it begins to subside a bit, the pain intensifies.

“Are you tightening them?” I ask, and he just chuckles. I later realize he’s chuckling because he found it amusing that I had no idea what he had used to torture my nipples or what was causing the additional pain. He was using wooden Kadıköy Yeni Escort clothespins on my nipples. What made the pain increase was the fact that a string was tied between the clothespins and he was pulling on the string.

I then hear what sounds like a chair or something being placed in front of me. I wonder what he could be doing with the chair. He tells me to stand up on my tip-toes as high as I can, which I do, and after a second or two I feel a stronger tugging at my nipples. He has attached a second string to the string between the clothespins and has pulled it toward the ceiling where he uses a strong rubber band to attach it to the ceiling with a push-pin. The string and the rubber band keep a constant tension on the clothespins and make them tug relentlessly at my nipples. He plucks at the string and it makes the clothespins jump, causing them to pull my nipples back and forth. I can’t tell what is happening, but it feels like my nipples are vibrating and being painfully pulled at the same time.

Due to the blindfold, I’m not aware of how he’s arranged this tug on my nipples. I’m still up on my tip-toes, but the intensity of the pain is overwhelming. The pain distracts me from his instructions to stand up on my toes, and I begin to drop my heels — when I do, the pain increases 100-fold, it seems. I yelp and rise back up on my tip-toes as high as I can. I ask him what’s causing this, but he just let’s me suffer. He responds that maybe I should try to stay up on my toes.

I try to focus on what’s happening and to understand what he means, but it takes a few moments, perhaps minutes, before the pain subsides enough for me to understand what he has done to me. He has attached my nipples to the ceiling with the string and rubber band so that if I stay on my toes, the tension on the clothespins is only moderate, but if I drop my heels, the tension is heightened and the pain increases. Since I’m blindfolded, I still don’t know just how he’s done it, but I do know the pain drastically increases if I drop my heels toward the floor.

This is a difficult spot to be in, and I wonder how long my legs can hold out. As if I’m not in enough pain at this point, he decides that now is the time for some further punishment. He takes the cat and starts flogging me again. He starts lightly on my thighs, and the strokes quickly get stronger and harder, moving quickly over my body. I am in such incredible pain, and I can hardly believe he is actually doing this to me. And, the clothespins are still relentlessly tugging on my nipples. Once in a while, he plucks at the string.

He then steps away for a moment. When he returns, I strain to hear any clue as to what will happen next. I don’t have to wait too long. He has retrieved a riding crop and begins applying it to my abdomen and thighs. It stings! I wonder what is causing such a new and different pain, and I ask him what this latest tool of torture is, but he refuses to answer and scolds me for talking so much. He even crops the undersides of my tits, and they are so tightly bound and tortured from the clothespins that every stroke takes my breath away and I can hardly catch my breath between strokes. I ask him if my tits and body are red and marked from the cat and the crop, and he tells me they are, and I am proud to know that he has marked me with these painful blows. He sits down on the floor in front of me and continues applying the crop, concentrating on my poor titties.

He finally stops the flogging and cropping. But soon there is a sensation of pins and needles running across my thighs, stomach and ultimately my tits. I once again do not know what’s causing this new painful sensation, but later learn he’s using a pinwheel on me. As it gets to my tits I again cannot refrain from moaning and panting from the combination of excitement and pain. And then there are more clothespins clamped on my breasts so that it is now impossible to tell where the pain is coming from because it is coming from everywhere.

Throughout the activities I have been a bit talkative, asking questions about what he is doing to me, since I am blindfolded. He has begun to tire of my questions and decides that it is time to test out a gag. This is something I had told him frightened me, yet by this point I am looking forward to it because I want him to forcibly stop my chattering so that I will not be bothering him. It is at this point I realize that he has truly “Mastered” me, and that my needs and fears have become secondary in my mind to pleasing him. I want to be able to withstand all of his torture and pain because I want him to be proud of me, and more importantly I want him not only to be my Dom, but also the Master of my body. I want him to feel that he can do anything he wants with me and my body and know that I will please him.

I think he is a bit surprised that I do not object to the gag, and he goes to get a rubber ball gag. He comes back and places a small item Kadıköy Masaj Salonu in one of my hands. He explains that with the gag in place, I’ll be unable to use the safeword, so if I need to say the safeword while gagged, I can give the safeword signal by dropping the item he put in my hand. I agree.

Then he puts the gag in my mouth. It tastes horrible, but that bothers me less than the fact that it forces my mouth extremely wide open, while filling it up so much that I cannot even think about uttering a word. I am quite a talker, and this inability to speak proves very difficult for me. But I am happy that it prevents me from talking and bothering him. He continues torturing me with the cat, the crop, and the pinwheel.

I am still on my tip-toes and my legs are tiring. My heels begin to drop, but the instant pulling on my nipples forces me right back up, and I can’t even yell because of the gag. At one point he starts asking me questions, which I obviously cannot answer, but when I don’t answer he starts flogging me harder and harder for my failure to respond, and I am panting and choking on the ball in my mouth.

Finally he removes the gag because he can tell it is too much. This particular gag is really too big for me, and its narrow leather strap cuts into the corners of my mouth. I feel a clear sense of failure, though I know it is not my fault, but I want to remain gagged because I know it pleased him so much. He promises me that next time he’ll have the problem fixed and that I’ll remain gagged far longer. He removes the “safeword thing” from my hand.

Eventually my legs start to shake from fatigue since I have been on my toes now for a very long time. He asks me if I am tiring and I hesitate to say I am. I promised myself two things when we decided to enter into the world of bondage — one was that I wouldn’t use the safeword unless I feared real bodily harm was imminent, and the other was that I was not going to be one of those subs who tops from the bottom. I do not want to tell him I am tiring because I do not want him to release me until he wants to. I want him to be in complete control.

Finally, when my legs have reached the point where they are shaking almost incessantly from fatigue, he releases me from the ceiling and takes the clothespins off my breasts. I had read that removing the clothespins from the nipples hurts tremendously, but am still surprised at how much it hurts. He gently massages my nipples a bit and then releases my arms and legs from their restraints and removes the blindfold. He tells me that I should use this opportunity to take a bathroom break. I tell him I do not need to go, but he strongly urges me to take advantage of the offer because I will not be given another break for awhile.

[BREAK]

I head off to the bathroom, and immediately sink onto the toilet from physical and emotional fatigue. I take a couple of minutes to regain my resolve and strength and am amazed at how he knew better than I how badly I needed this break. As I turn to leave the bathroom I take a look at myself in the mirror. My tits are so tightly bound and red from the floggings, and my nipples swollen and dark from the clothespins and torment. There are red marks on my thighs and stomach from the floggings as well, and my face is flushed from the excitement. I am happy with the way I look in bondage and enjoy knowing he has made me this way. I feel incredibly free and liberated by my submission, and I return to give myself over again to his will. When I return to the living room, he gives me a cup of water to drink from.

After I’ve sipped a bit of water, he tells me he intends to put me through some outdoor bondage on his front porch. While it is already past midnight, I am totally scared of being seen or discovered in a state of naked bondage, but I follow his command because I no longer even care to question it. His house is on a cul-de-sac in a very quiet neighborhood, and he’s told me previously that his immediate neighbors are early-nighters, but if a car were to turn onto the street or a neighbor were to look outside, I am convinced they could see everything. Still, I am also excited by the prospect of being naked and tied out in the open.

He leads me out to the front porch. A streetlight offers us enough light to see what we’re doing, but not enough to make us obvious to a casual observer. He tells me to sit in one of the lounge chairs and secures my wrist cuffs together behind the back of the chair. He then ties my ankles to the sides of the chair legs so that my legs are spread open. He doesn’t blindfolded me at this point, and I think this is so I fully realize that I’m naked, tied, and helpless out in the open, and that it might be possible for someone to see me should they step out of their house or drive down the street.

He then goes back into the house and leaves me out there naked and bound to the chair on his front porch. It seems like a lifetime that I am out there alone (he later tells me it was only a couple of minutes), and I can hear every little sound. I hear cars passing on the next street, and my heart jumps each time because I think they might be coming this way. I want him back desperately, but I’m afraid to call for him because the neighbors might hear.

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My journey begins as some do, with an accident. My mother had taken a nasty fall at her home. It had flooded due to a busted pipe and slipped while cleaning it up. I was living in another town a few hours away when I got a call about what happened, in which I dropped everything and drove expecting the worse. I was an only child and my father had split when I was very young, so I am very close to my mom. I was getting updates on her condition while I drove the 4 hour trip to my home town by her secretary and close friend, Diane. She informed me that my mom was at the hospital and they were admitting her to stay.

I arrived at the hospital and immediately went to her room. My mom was up and awake with only and busted leg that was wrapped in a cast. After our long hug and greetings, she laughed about the situation and told me it was only a broken leg and thought the whole event was funny. I told her how Diane had made it seem like a life and death ordeal and how it scared me to think the worse; and that I had dropped everything and drove without even packing for a stay.

As we sat and caught up on our lives, Diane walked in told us that it was raining outside and was to be a bad storm. I jumped up and looked out the hospital window to see a near sidewise rain with high winds. My mother saw it as well as I drew the curtains open for all to see. She said that I shouldn’t drive back in that kind of weather. As I didn’t know the condition of my mother before I arrived, I had phoned my boss and said that needed a week off to assess my mother’s condition. My mother thought it was an excessive amount of time to take off work when she only had a broken leg. I had no idea what to expect when I arrived and thought the time off would be sufficient in case the situation was as bad as Diane had made it out to be. We all laughed at each other and the predicament we were now all in. My mother figured that sense I had a week off, I could spend it with her and in my home town. It would be like a small vacation, except I had to visit my mom in the hospital until she could leave.

I now needed a place to stay, and sense my mother’s house was flooded and all my old friends had long sense moved away, my mother thought it would be a good idea if a stayed with Diane. She was at least twenty years my senior and a very kept proper woman. She was very classy and very organized and handled most my mother’s matters for her. My mom was a very successful business woman and Diane was her right hand lady. Diane did not argue with my mother on her suggestion of me staying with her. My mother added that I had to be on my best behavior and do whatever Diane asked while I was in her home.

After we all said our good-byes, I rode with Diane to her house as it was foolish to drive two cars in bad weather. We stopped for some fast food before we reached her home which was a small but classy townhouse. We ran to the front door and to the covered doorway from the rain. Diane fiddled with her keys in the safety of the covered doorway as I stood behind her getting rained on. It seemed too dark for her to see the keys and I seemed to be getting drenched while she fussed to open the door. After she finally unlocked and opened the door, we rushed inside. Diane saw I was now soaked to the bone and told me to stand there while she got some towels and told me to take off my shoes and strip to my underwear. Hearing my mother’s voice in my head, I didn’t argue with Diane and embraced her help to get dry and warm. She hurried back with some towels and a terry cloth robe. She wrapped me in the robe and helped dry my long grungy hair. I stood and shivered as she dried me off. She then suggested that I take a hot bath, while she made a fire and prepared some food. I only then took notice to the fact that I had no clothes and brought nothing with me to wear. Diane told me not to worry about it, and that even though she was a few inches taller than me and thicker than my frail form, she should have something for me to wear after I returned from the bath. The clothes I had worn were now soaked and would have to be cleaned at the laundry mat in the morning.

As I entered the very feminine bathroom, Diane gave me a plastic bag to put my remaining soaked underwear in and that I was free to use any of her toiletries. While I bathed she would find me something to wear. I found all kinds of feminine smelling soaps, lotions, shampoos, hair products, make-up, nail polishes and so on. I didn’t dare want to use anything I didn’t need, and all I needed was to wash my body and hair. I found myself scared to touch anything in that I was in a strange woman’s house and I was looking at all her personal hygiene products. Diane ran me a nice bath adding some bubbles and lotions to it saying it would help me relax and warm up. She then helped me put my hair in a shower cap telling me to bath first, remove the water then shower to wash my hair. I felt funny as I stood with all my long hair in a shower cap and wearing a pink terry cloth robe.

After she left the bathroom, I stripped, put my wet underwear in the plastic bag, hung up the robe behind the door and stepped into the very hot water. It took me a while to get use to, Kadıköy Ukraynalı Escort but when I did, a sat with the water coming up to my collar bone as I soaked. The water was so warm, smelled amazing and had a slight tingle to it.

I must have sat for so long that Diane knocked on the door to check on me. She said I had been in there for almost 45 minutes and my food was getting cold. I must have passed out for a little bit because the bath water was also cold. I then got up, pulled the plunger on the tub to release the water and started the shower head. As I got up a noticed hair floating in the water which I couldn’t explain until I began showering and saw all my body hair being washed off. I stood there as I was now as smooth as an Olympic swimmer. I took off the shower cap to wash my hair and then washed my body off with flowery soap. After I cleaned out the tub and turned the water off, I stepped out and found more towels to dry off with. I examined my skin as it was now hairless. I now also smelled like the perfume department at Macy’s. I dried off and put on the robe again and brushed out my hair which seemed to be very soft tangle free.

I opened the door and found Diane sitting in the living room next to the fireplace. She asked me how I felt and if I was hungry. I told her I was fine and that I could eat a horse. I then went on to ask about why the bath water made my body hair fall out. She gasped and remarked that she had forgotten that one of the bath lotions was a depilatory hair remover and that she was so sorry. She was so use to making the same bath water for herself that she didn’t remember what she even put in it anymore. She told me that my skin looked great and I smelled wonderful. I simply blushed and thanked her for her compliment. She then led me into her bedroom where she said she had found something for me to wear to bed. As she got the clothes, she handed me a bottle of lotion and said that I should put it on all over seeing that the depilatory might burn later and the lotion came with it to soothe the skin after the hair removal. I was so mad that I was now hairless but the burning comment scared me to put the lotion on my legs, arms and torso which felt so good on my now smooth skin. Diane sat some things on her bed and told me to put them on while she re-heated my food and that the terry cloth robe was too wet and laid out another robe.

I examined the clothing she left out for me to wear. On the bed was a burgundy satin and lace robe with matching nightgown and panties. I tried to object on wearing the attire and asked for something else. Diane remarked sternly that she did not make it a hobby to keep men’s clothing around and that I was in a woman’s house and that she had women’s clothes, and if I didn’t like I could put on my wet clothes and leave. I could tell she was offended and to quiet the situation, I looked at the ground and remarked that I was sorry to offend her and that I was very thankful for her hospitality and her. As she calmed down, she accepted my apology and warned me to not disobey her in her home again or she would tell my mother, after which she told me to get dressed and be a good “girl” and meet her in the living room to eat. I brushed off the girl comment as a joke and walked to my new attire in horror and shame. I first stripped off my robe and towels and adorned the panties first. I picked them up to feel the fabric and finger the lace edgings which seemed to fascinate me yet immortalize me, it felt like entrapment. I slipped them up my hairless legs and snapped them in place around my waist, hiding my shriveled, pathetic, feminized crotch. The feeling was overwhelming and humiliating at the same time.

I felt overpowered and in Diane’s control while in her clothes, like she was confining me to satin and lace. I then put on the night gown and shrieked as the cold satin dropped over and caressed my skin, which Diane had to of heard. I then covered myself in the robe to complete the set and outfit and saw on the floor a pair of black low heeled sandals. I figured they were left out for me to wear as well and didn’t want to further upset Diane by defiling her again. I felt so ashamed and submissive in my nightwear. The robe had a fur edging around the bottom and around the cuffs. All I wanted to do was go eat, go to sleep and get my clothes cleaned and forget this entire night and go home.

Diane was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I came in. she gasped yet again and put her hands to her mouth and then said that I looked fabulous, a natural beauty. I blushed a deep red at her comment, in which she went on to ask why I had shrieked so loud in her room. I told her about the nightgown and how it was cold along my hairless skin. Diane busted out laughing saying that a screamed like a girl. I now couldn’t stop blushing. She pulled me over to the couch and I sat with her as I ate my food and watched her chick flick movie. As we sat, she brushed out me hair and put it into a scrunchy. Diane remarked on the shoes I was wearing and that she didn’t leave them out for me but I was welcome to them and that I looked amazing in them. That sent me to a new level of embarrassment, Kadıköy Üniversiteli Escort and I continued to stare at the floor and at my feminized feet. Diane reached up and pinched my cheeks saying how rosy they were when I blushed. After her teasing me, I asked where I was sleeping, in which I was shocked to hear I would be sleeping with her. That took me off guard but I thought how nice it would be to sleep in the same bed as a beautiful older woman. She said that she thought it would be kind of nice and warmer for both of us, and that is was just “us girls.” I admit I was excited to sleep in bed with an older woman but also very nervous.

Diane went into her room to change and get ready for bed as I cleaned up my mess and put my dishes in the sink. I somehow got sucked into the girly movie she was watching while she was changing. I could smell something weird and looked around for the cause of the smell; I had noticed it when I came out of the bathroom. I found a deep red bottle of nail polish on the coffee table and opened it to see if it was where the smell was coming from. Indeed it was the cause; it had such a strong odor. Just as I was screwing the cap back on, Diane came back and surprised me by saying, “Ah ha, caught you!” She began laughing at how high I jumped and she said that she had just wanted to scare me. She then asked me what I was doing with her nail polish and if I wanted some. I told her that I was just checking on what the smell was in the room and that it was coming from the bottle. She again laughed and told me that while I was the bath, she was touching up her nail polished fingers and toes. She then sat down next to me while taking the bottle from me and told me to give her my hand. Diane said that I would also look good with a little color and that it would match my outfit, this plunged me into shame once again and I didn’t even argue with her in fear of making her angry again.

We sat and watched the movie as she proceeded to paint all my finger nails and then went on to my toe nails as well. While she feminized my hands and feet, I took notice of what she had changed into. Diane was now wearing an outfit similar to mine except that it was all red satin. Her busty breast had been shaped into cleavage and I could smell the same lotion and perfume on her as I was wearing. She had also put her hair into a high ponytail making her look very strong and superior. After my nails were done, Diane told me stay there and not move, and I had better not mess up my nails. She returned with a small bag and began putting make-up on my face. When I tried to ask what she was doing she said “Shhhhhh” and continued to work on me. I didn’t dare stop her as I didn’t want to anger her by messing up my nails, make-up and defying her again. Diane put a light foundation, pink eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a pink lip gloss. After she was done, she laid my head in her lap and plucked my eye brows. It hurt so bad, but every time I wanted her to stop she told me to be a big girl and tough it out. She went on to say that men had no idea what women went through to look beautiful and that I was getting a crash course. She thought that I had the body and the face for it and that I should think of the experience as my first girly sleepover. After she finished my eye brows, she powdered the area around them that were red and filled in my brows with a pencil to bring them out more. Diane handed me a small compact with a mirror and I was utterly stunned. I looked like my mom but 20 years younger. Diane said that a lady should always look her best, even for the sand man.

We powered everything off and went to her room to go to sleep. Diane helped me out of my robe and into bed. She did the same by taking off her robe and getting into bed next to me. As we turned to lights off, she told me to cuddle up to her, in which I laid my head on her chest as we held each other. I felt kind of weird but also very comfortable, and with the day I had had I was very sleepy. I felt Diane kiss the top of my head and said “Good night sweaty,” and I replied a good night to her as well. As I laid there smelling her sweat aroma, she ran her fingers through my hair, caressed my face and told me how beautiful I looked in her arms. I told Diane that I thought that she was very beautiful too and that she felt good in my arms. Then it really got weird, she kissed me. Not like a light little kiss but with her tongue in my mouth and very forceful. I immediately got turned on as she held me very tightly as we made out. I then felt one of her hands begin to stroke my penis through the satin panties. I have never felt anything that erotic and good before. She then grabbed my hand and made me squeeze her breast. It was so big and felt so good with her satin nightgown. I heard her moan as I squeezed her breast and played with her nipples. I was also moaning as she played with my privates through my satin panties.

Diane then pushed me down and got on top while rubbing her pussy on my shaft, dry humping me with our panties still on. I was now playing with both of her breast while she squeezed my nipples through my nightgown. The entire time she was telling me things Kadıköy Vip Escort like “doesn’t it feel good to be a girl with a woman,” or “I’m going to show you things you’ve never heard about my little bitch.” Normally all these things would have shocked me but I was so turned on I didn’t care what she said as long as she didn’t stop molesting me. Diane then got up and pulled my panties down and off of me then stuffed them in my mouth. She said that she didn’t want to hear me scream at what I was about to do next. She crept down and I watched as she stuck my entire penis in her mouth, and proceeded to blow me like her life depended on it. I tried to scream as it felt incredible through my gag but only muffled cries were heard. It didn’t take long before I orgasmed in her mouth and watched her swallow it down. I was still as hard as a rock to which Diane took her panties off and mounted my throbbing member. I was so desensitized now for the blow job that it was now her time to get off. I watched as she bucked and rode me like a carnival ride. She screamed and moaned, and after a while I had feeling again and I joined her in the noise making. We had to have been so loud that the neighbors could hear us. After about an hour fuck fest, we simultaneously had the best orgasm of both our lives and clasped onto each other, panting and moaning. Diane held me in her arms as I shook from such a hard orgasm, covered us up in her blankets and comforted me until we fell asleep, a wet sticky mess.

The next morning I awoke to the shower running and hear Diane moving about in the bathroom. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and noticed the time, we had slept all day and it was now noon. Her bed was so warm and soft that I didn’t want to get up. Diane emerged from the bath room with a towel around her body and another wrapped around her head. She told me in such a warm tone to get my lazy pretty ass up and take a shower while the water is still warm. I jumped up and noticed what I was wearing, confirming everything that had happened the night before. My nightgown was sticking to me and my reflection in Diane’s vanity mirror showed my make-up smeared all over my face. I was told to shower and give my body a once over with a razor and that I better smell nice when I get out. She said that if I can make myself pretty for her again that there could be a repeat of the prior evening. I totally wanted to have sex with her again and would do anything I could to do it.

I stood in the shower making sure to remove all the make-up and cum from the wild sex, shaved my entire body, washed in her sweat smelling soap and washed my hair with her shampoo and conditioner. When I got out, I towel dried and smeared the perfumed lotion all over my body. I worried that on goers would notice the smell if we went anywhere and began to fear what was happening to me. I walked out of the bathroom in the pink robe again and found some clothes on the bed. Diane appeared from her closet and told me to get dressed in what she said was her most masculine outfit. I dressed in white satin panties with lace edgings, matching camisole, tight black pants, and a white v-neck cashmere sweater. The pants were so tight that my penis seemed to be pushed further between my legs and made my ass stick out. The sweater was so feminine but comfortable. I saw Diane wearing her normal attire; black business suit with skirt, heals, stockings, camisole, blazer, hair in a high ponytail, jewelry, and perfect make-up. I remarked on her beauty with a “wow” in which she replied, “A woman must always look her best … Rachel.” Rachel? Why was she calling me Rachel? My name is Randy. She said that it would be our little secret. She then went to work on my hair, styling, primping and sniped a few “split ends.” As she worked on my hair she told me to put on the knee high black stockings and flat Mary Jane shoes. She said the stocking would be more comfortable than socks with those shoes and that that was all she had that would fit me.

Everything felt nice but I was worried that I was being dressed too girly and that I just wanted my clothes washed and to go back to normal. I didn’t dare tell her that though, she looked so in power and in control and I knew how strong she was by how forceful she was the night before. As if reading my mind, she said that we will have to go wash my clothes later but we had to run some errands and that we had to see my mom in hospital.

As I thought we were done, Diane said how haggard my face looked, that I didn’t sleep well and that she might have been a little too rough with me in bed. She went on to recommend a little make-up to hide my crow’s feet, flushed skin and tired eyes. I tried to argue on this but she said to trust her and that it would turn her on a little. Excited by her wanting me again, I let her work her magic on my face telling her to be subtle. She sat me at her vanity and began my transformation. I watch as my face was once again feminized to somewhat match hers in a professional female appearance; it was not subtle at all. She gasped at the final product telling me how pretty I was and how wet she was getting. She then had an idea and told me to sit still. She pulled out my little studs from my already pierced ears and put in some pearl studs, followed by a pearl necklace, matching bracelet and a small gold watch. As I tried to protest on the female jewelry, she reached up and rubbed me between my legs telling me how I want to look beautiful for her and my injured mother in the hospital.

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Note: Several of you wanted longer posts, so I combined the 6th and 7th chapters. Doing so means it’ll probably be a couple weeks before the next installment. Hopefully it’ll be worth the wait. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 6

I didn’t see much of Shane over the next two weeks. He explained that early summer was a very busy time for the station — barbeque fires, bonfires, campground fires — so it wouldn’t be unusual for him to be gone from sun; up to well past sundown. He never wanted to wake me when he came in late, so he slept in the guest room and was gone way before I woke up. A few nights I suggested he sleep at the station, so he wouldn’t be on the road late at night. He would always text or call if he had a moment’s break, making sure I wasn’t too lonely, and that I was safe and sound. He always sounded exhausted, but he tried to hide it with flirting and X-rated banter.

I missed him terribly.

I tried to occupy my time by getting my grad school applications completed. I was reconsidering my original plan to move across country after graduation; an dream that was decided upon to get as far away from my parents as humanly possible. Stanford had been in my sights for the past few years, and once seemed so appealing, but now…

I didn’t want to be one of those girls who altered their plans or put their entire life on hold because of some guy. I had goals. They may not have entirely my goals, but regardless, they had been set, and I wasn’t comfortable just throwing them away. I worked hard, to a point where I was a sad virgin recluse, and there was a part of me that wanted to see it through.

Still, spending another three years at Yale was sounding better and better.

***

On Day 17 sans Shane I decided to check my phone to see if I had any voicemails. I had kept it off pretty much since my date with Sam. The only people who called me regularly were my parents, who loved to play a game called How Can We Make Tess Feel Bad About Herself Today? So when I powered up my phone, I was surprised when I saw I had 27 missed calls and five voicemails.

“Tess?!? Oh my God, where are you? Your mom called and said you were in an accident…”

“Seriously Tess, can you call me so I know you’re okay?”

“We’re all worried, the hospital said you left with your boyfriend? What boyfriend? Tess PLEASE call me.”

“Okay, if you don’t call me in the next 24 hours I’m filing a missing person’s report…”

“You better be lying in a ditch somewhere, because if you’re not dead I’m going to kill you.”

I winced. All the calls were from the Delta president, Sydney. It never occurred to me to call my sorority sisters and tell them what happened. I was only a member because I was a legacy (a fact my mother never let me forget), and even then I never truly felt I belonged. Even though I had some administrative duties, Sydney and I weren’t exactly close. Apparently we were close enough that she noticed I’d been gone for a month. I braced myself and called her number.

She picked up after the second ring. “Contessa Adams where in the HELL are you?!?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear. “Calm down, Sydney. I’m sorry I didn’t call, but I’m fine.”

“Fine? Fine?! Your mother calls me to see why you haven’t been at your apartment, then I can’t reach you for FOUR weeks, and you’re fine. You won’t be fine when I get my hands on you. I have called the hospital every other day to find out where you went and all they said is you left with your boyfriend. What boyfriend? Start explaining, fast.”

I pondered how much to tell her about Shane. “I’m in North Haven. Yes, I was in an accident, and I’ve been staying with…with one of the firefighters who saved me. It’s fine. I’m fine. So stop yelling at me.”

The line went mute for a second, and I secretly hoped we got disconnected. “You’re staying with one of the guys who saved you.”

“Yes.”

Another brief silence, then she quickly rattled off an address. “Meet me here in an hour.”

“Um…it might take me more than an hour.”

“I don’t care how long it takes you, just get there.” She abruptly ended the call.

I mulled over going for a moment. She’s not the boss of me. But…I probably should have called. Or at least kept my phone on. I do feel bad that she was worried. Damn guilt.

I texted Shane. Hey, I’m going to borrow your car to go to New Haven to meet a friend. I’ll call you in a bit.

I grabbed his car keys from the hook beside the door and reluctantly began my journey back home.

***

“Seriously, Sydney? I’m not even sleeping with him, I think birth control is a little premature.”

I frowned at her, trying to look as serious as I could sitting on an exam table in a paper gown. The address she gave me was to one of the top gynecologists in the country, who happened to be about 10 minutes from Yale. But accolades and convenience aside, I was pissed she Kadıköy Esmer Escort ambushed me.

She halted her texting and examined me from behind her gold Givenchy sunglasses. “Are you planning on sleeping with this firefighter?”

I felt my cheeks get hot and thanked God she couldn’t tell. “Yes. I think so.”

She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and continued typing on her phone. “Then you’re going on the Pill. Then we’re going to lunch, where I am getting a martini and laying into your ass for disappearing for a month, shacking up with someone you don’t even know.”

I yanked up the sleeves of the gown, trying not to add “Sydney saw me naked” to the list of embarrassing things today. “I told you I was sorry. I didn’t think it would be a big deal, it’s not like anyone is on campus anyway.”

She snatched her sunglasses off and gave me the death stare. “Really, Tess? You didn’t think anyone would care that you could have died? If you weren’t already injured I would kick you in the twat.” My eyes widened at the profanity, as she was usually very composed. “And I’m not going to have you getting knocked up your senior year. So be a good girl and let’s get this done.”

The door opened and the OB, Dr. Franklin, thankfully walked in. “Alright, Ms. Adams, you’re here for birth control, yes?”

I narrowed my eyes at Sydney. “Why don’t you ask my mother over there?” That earned me the middle finger and a silent “You Wish.”

Dr. Franklin chuckled as she pulled her latex gloves on. “Alright then, let’s start this exam.”

***

“Start from the beginning. I want to know everything. And I mean, everything.”

The ambiance at Union League Café was nothing short of impressive. It was elegant without being pretentious, its high ceilings and intricate woodwork spoke of its historical beginnings, while the food was innovative and modern. Sydney sipped her dirty martini, waiting for me to speak. I took a large breath and rushed out the story of the accident, how Shane took care of me, how our relationship was evolving and him asking me to stay for the summer.

She examined her nails for a minute before responding. “Do you love him?”

My stomach flipped. “It’s way too soon to start throwing that word around. I’ve only known him a few weeks.”

She drummed her nails on the table. “That’s not what I asked. Do you love him?”

I stared at my Nicoise salad, my appetite suddenly gone. “I don’t know. I think I could.”

She took my hand in hers, forcing me to look at her. Her face softened immediately. “Tess, look. We’ve known each other for three years. I know we haven’t been close, but…I know how you are. You’re not an actively social person, and I’ve never even heard you mention a guy, let alone one that you actually like. You moved in with a complete stranger, you’ve started a relationship with him, are living with him for two months and planning on losing your virginity to him. That’s…that’s a lot of trust. That kind of trust takes most couples years to build. Whether or not you’re ready to admit it, that’s pretty much love, hon.” She paused before her next thought. “I’m not saying he’s not a great guy, or that you two aren’t good for each other. All I’m saying is to be careful. In the few short weeks since I last saw you…you’ve changed. For the better, but you’re like a completely different person. Just…just be careful. I’d hate for you to get your heart broken, because trust me, it’s really damned hard to bounce back from.” She had a pensive look for half a second, before she closed the shutters on whatever it was she was thinking about. “And if you ever need to talk about guy stuff, or sex, or anything. You can talk to me, okay?”

Tears brimmed my eyelids as she released my hand. “Thanks, Syd.”

She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “Because Lord knows you need a positive female influence in your life. I’m sorry, but your mom is a complete bitch. She needs a Xanax and some good dick to remove that stick in her ass.”

I laughed so loudly some other diners turned in my direction, but I didn’t care. We continued our lunch with a lighter tone, getting to know each other all over again.

***

It was almost eight when I pulled up to Shane’s house. I could see light in the windows, indicating he was home. I squealed happily, hopped out of the truck and ran up the porch. When I opened the door, the sight of Shane pacing the floor is what greeted me. He looked up at me and exploded.

“Tess, where the HELL have you been?! Do you know how worried I was! You send me a text saying you were leavin’ and would call me and then you haven’t answered your phone all day! I thought you were lyin’ in a goddamn ditch somewhere!”

I hung the keys back on their hook and tossed my purse onto the couch. “Yeah, that seems to be a running theme today.”

He ran both hands through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh. I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek onto his chest. “I Kadıköy Eve Gelen Escort was at school, having lunch with a friend. I forgot to call. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

He drew me close to him and rested his chin on top of my head. “But you’re okay?”

I tilted my head up and grinned. “I’m fantastic.”

He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Woman, you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack. Come lay down and tell me about your day.” He led me upstairs to the bedroom, where we got snuggled up on the bed as I told him about lunch. Suddenly I bolted upright to look at him.

“Oh, and the best part! I went to the doctor and got birth control. I figured we’d use condoms anyway but it can’t hurt, right?”

He drew his eyebrows together and stared at me. “Okay. That’s not the reaction I expected. I thought you’d be happy, excited even.”

He continued to stare. “Uh…I am happy. And excited. It’s just…I know we talked about it, but you going on the pill…it just makes it real, kind of…and I’m…I’m a little…”

I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Shane Thomas…are you actually nervous about our first time?” I started shaking with silent laughter.

He huffed and crossed his arms. “Shut up. It’s not funny.”

I rolled onto my side, giving into my laughing fit until my sides hurt. When I had composed myself a few minutes later, I sat up and straddled his lap. The solemn look on his face made me feel bad. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It was just unexpected, that’s all. Tell me why you’re nervous.” He glowered at me and I laid my head on his chest. “I’m sorry. It’s just that the girl is usually the one anxious about her first time, not the guy. Don’t be mad. Talk to me.”

After a moment he relented, uncrossing his arms and wrapping them around my back. “Y’know, just because I’m the guy doesn’t mean I don’t think about these things. Did you even stop to think that maybe I’m worried I won’t be good enough in bed for you?” I lifted up my head to look at him. “I mean, I’m your first. I’m the one who sets the standard for, ugh, anyone else you sleep with. And losing your virginity can hurt, and I don’t like the idea of hurtin’ you. And what if I can’t make you come? What if that first time goes so badly it turns you off from sex forever?”

I sat up and clamped my hand over his mouth. “Stop it. You’re spiraling.” He raised one of his eyebrows at my use of one of his favorite phrases. “You’re right. I never stopped to think you might be worried about our first time too, and I should have. The thing is, I have never wanted to be with anyone the way I want to be with you. I…I care for you, a lot. I want you to be my first because I trust you.” He mumbled something against my hand, so I let it down. “Besides, you made me orgasm from just two fingers, so I really don’t think that’s something you have to worry about.”

Shane cleared his throat. “I just want to make you happy” he responded quietly.

I started to unbuckle his belt. “You do.” I moved to undo the button on his jeans when he grasped my hands.

“Are we…do you want to do this now?”

I shook my head and pulled my hands back to their mission. “No. Not tonight. But, to again use your words, I was an asshole tonight and I just want to make you feel good. Granted, I’m not as skilled as you are, so tell me if I’m doing this wrong.” I unzipped his fly and scooted down until I was kneeling between his legs.

Shane swallowed hard. “Uh…okay. I’m not sure what you’re doin’, but so far it’s goin’ great.”

I gave him a reassuring smile before tugging his pants down his legs and tossing them on the floor. As I curled my fingers around the waistband of his boxers, I looked up at him. “Trust me?”

His voice was low and raspy. “Yeah, sweetheart. I trust you.”

I pulled the waistband down and freed his erection, tossing the boxers next to his pants. I sat and regarded his substantial appendage for a moment. It was…big. Not porn big, but big enough to halt my breath for a moment. It lay flat against his stomach, nestled in a patch of dark red hair. I must have gawked for a while, because I heard him ask “Tess? Are you okay? You don’t have to do this.”

I said the first thing that came to mind. “So…the carpet matches the drapes, huh?”

He barked out a loud laugh, then rubbed his face with his hands. “Damnit, woman, you’re killin’ me here.”

I reached up and wrapped my hand around it tentatively. I heard a low moan come from behind his hands. I took that as a good sign, so I slowly started to move my fist up and down. “Am I doing this okay?”

He moved one of his arms to his forehead and steadied his gaze to me. “Tighter. You’re not going to hurt it.”

I grabbed it as hard as I could, which wasn’t entirely easy due to its girth. Instead of solely fondling it, I decided to be bold, leaning forward and engulfing the head into my mouth. He gripped his free hand into the sheets and groaned. I swirled my tongue around the tip before Kadıköy Evi Olan Escort gradually inching down the shaft. I went slowly, not wanting to choke or bite him. I would occasionally release him from my mouth just to lick the bottom of his cock, wanting to taste every part of him I could. Every “fuck” or grunt emitted from him spurred me on, not entirely sure of what I was doing but being pleased I wasn’t doing badly. Eventually, my jaw started to get tired, so I enclosed my lips around the head, wrapped my hand around the shaft and stroked him, my lips and hand working in rhythm.

“Ah, fuck…Tess…that’s it, sweetheart.”

I looked up at his face, flushed, mouth gaped and half-closed eyes watching down at me. He started bucking against my hand faster, which made more of his cock slip into my mouth. He shut his eyes tightly and threw back his head. “Fuck…yes…fuck…fuck…” The first shot of his orgasm hit the back of my throat as I tried simultaneously not to choke and swallow as much as I could. I removed my hand and started sucking gently, trying to take every last drop he had. When I was satisfied he was done, I sat up and grinned at him. He opened his eyes and laughed at my facial expression. “That may be the best shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him and smiled wider. “Technically it’s a come-eating grin, but thank you.”

He slowly sat up and pulled me to him. He gently grabbed the back of my neck before his lips connected with mine, his tongue darting in and out gently, as if he were tasting me taste him. I drew back and pressed my forehead into his. “Was it okay?”

Shane started trailing kisses down my neck and responded breathlessly. “Perfect. You’re perfect.” His hands rounded my back to unhook my bra. “Let me thank you properly.”

I closed my eyes, unexpected tiredness rolling over me. “Actually…can we go to sleep? It’s been a long day, and I’d like to receive your appreciation when I have more energy to enjoy it.”

Shane lifted my shirt over my head and slid my bra down my arms. “Of course. But I’d like you to be naked. I don’t want anything between us when we sleep.”

I rolled over onto the bed to take off my jeans as he pulled his shirt over his head. As we slid between the sheets he spooned me, pulling me tightly to him. I fell asleep to him whispering into my ear.

Perfect. You’re perfect.

***

I was roused from my dream state by delicate kisses on the back of my shoulder. As the kisses travelled upwards, I turned onto my back to accept them. A hand caressed my stomach gently while the culprit hummed softly into the side of my neck.

“Wake up for me, sweetheart.”

I let out a slight sigh as my body began responding to his touch. I pressed my thighs together, aware of my arousal from the slightest of contact. I opened my eyes halfway, and was rewarded with a kiss on the side of my mouth. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Mmm, it’s late, you should be resting.”

He mumbled low in my ear. “I’ve rested. I’m rested. Now I want you.” He shifted until he was on top of me, supporting himself on his forearms. His hair brushed against my clavicle as he kissed between my breasts. “Of course, I could let you go back to sleep if you want. But I have the next three days off, and I’d like to spend them makin’ my girl come as much as possible.” He pulled my nipple with his teeth, causing me to arch my back at the delicious sting. He decided to tease me by kissing up to my neck again.

“Do you know I plan on makin’ you come in every room in this house?” He trailed down my torso with his nose, stopping to kiss here or bite there all while tormenting me with his tongue. “I plan on fucking you on the dining room table. I’m gonna bend you over the kitchen island, sliding in and out of you deep while I pull your hair and slap your ass. You’ll ride my cock in every chair and couch in the house. I’m going to lick and taste that sweet pussy in the shower, on the porch, in the bed of the truck.” He nudged my legs apart and stopped a centimeter away from my drenched opening, letting out short, hot breaths while staring up at me. I tried to push my hips up to connect with his mouth but his hand stayed on my stomach, holding me down.

“Would you like that, Tess? Do you want me to make you come?”

I whimpered, growing irritated at my released being denied. “Shane Thomas, if you don’t get your mouth on me right now I’m going to kick you in the face.”

He chuckled softly, casually nudging my clit with his nose. “Now, now, darlin’, threatening violence won’t get you what you want. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Please. Shane. Please.” I cried out. “I…I need you to make me come.”

As soon as his tongue parted my slit my eyes shut so tightly I saw stars behind them. He let go of my stomach to spread my thighs wider, savoring my arousal while I begged him for more. My hips rose off the bed to get closer to his mouth, and he accommodated by sucking my clit hard before inserting two large fingers inside of me. The combination caused me to scream out my orgasm, repeating his name over and over. As I started to come down, he leisurely lapped the sensitive area, enjoying the fruits of his labor. The intensity was good, but too much, so I tugged his hair until he rose above me once again. He buried his head into my neck and exhaled.

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Nadia flipped the business card around, then flipped it over again. This had been her ritual for the past ten minutes; The parking lot, her place of worship.

She was outside an unassuming building deep in downtown- not so much downtown that there was someone yelling about nothing on the nearest corner, but downtown enough. Even with the AC cranked as far as it would go, Nadia was sweating, and the absurd heat of her hometown was the last thing on her mind.

“You cannot be serious.” The pure disbelief in Nadia’s tone was comical.

“I’m so serious!” Oh, she was. From the way she leaned forward on the table, not caring that she almost knocked over her coffee, Layla was dead serious. Nadia met her in college; they had been roommates before they became friends, and her endless wealth of energy had gotten them into too many parties and too many hangovers. “You would be perfect for this shoot, love. I know you don’t really do po-” she froze on the word ‘porn’, looking around to see if anyone in the coffee shop was listening. “I know you don’t really do adult work, but this isn’t just about the porn, it’s about the representation! You’re a gorgeous, olive skinned trans woman who looks just like the people who watch it. Think about how many cute girls would follow in your footsteps; you’ll be a pioneer, darling! A Porn Pioneer!”

Her…zeal began to catch the eye of others in the shop, so Layla paused for a moment to sip her coffee. Nadia was still wrapping her mind around the idea; she had to admit, Layla would make one hell of a salesman if she wanted another career after porn photography. “…What would I have to do?” Nadia’s tone wasn’t very courageous, but Layla was persistent.

“It’s mostly soft core, don’t worry. You and two other girls are gonna show up to my studio downtown; I’ll give you my business card before I go. First I’ll get some shots of your hot, naked bodies, then a few more with your bodies wet. After that, we can get a little risky, depending on how far you wanna go. You’ll be the center of it all, and if you don’t want to continue, we can stop at any point. Thinking of giving it a try?”

To be honest, Nadia ‘loved’ the idea. She loved sex, and loved being sexual. What she ‘didn’t’ love was her body. Most people, not even Layla, didn’t know she was so self-conscious about it. She would stare at her tummy or her thighs or whatever was making her frown that day and swear that she would fix it, somehow. And when the change didn’t come or she didn’t get the result she wanted, she would start the cycle over again, feeling worse with each go around. And now she had to show her naked body off? To other people? To other women? No way in hell. This sounded fun, but Layla would have to find someone else-

“I’ll do it.” The confidence in her voice had come from nowhere, but it was solid. “I’ll be in your photoshoot.”

Layla clapped her hands together excitedly, before quickly grabbing and downing the rest of her coffee. “Thank you! You won’t regret it, Nadee!” She reached into her purse and hastily slid a business card and some cash for the coffee across the table. “I have to start getting things ready, but here’s the address. Be there around 6:30 with some light makeup. You’ll be naked, so don’t worry about a fancy outfit. See you there!” She was already halfway out the door when she waved goodbye. As soon as the door closed, the realization of what she said made the blood drain from Nadia’s face.

“…What have I done?”

That was a few days ago, and now here she was, trying to build up the courage do something crazy. Really, what was she doing here? Going to embarrass herself because she wanted to make her friend happy? No, absolutely not. No, no, no. This was not for bodies like hers.

Swearing to herself, Nadia threw open her car door and marched into the building. She was already practicing how she would politely decline as the elevator took her to Layla’s studio. “Thanks but no thanks. This is a really good opportunity, Kadıköy Fetiş Escort and it deserves to be used on real models.” Yeah, that sounded good. Hopefully going into this serious photoshoot with the bare minimum of effort in her outfit- a tank top and leggings- would convey that her heart just wasn’t-

As soon as the door opened, she audibly whispered, “…Oh.”

Layla’s studio was spacious and…surprisingly empty for a serious photoshoot. There was a table and a few chairs, some lights pointed at a specific section of wall(Nadia guessed this was where the shoot would take place), and some couches near a floor-to-ceiling window. In the back, by the window, Layla stood with two other women, both of whom were already naked, laughing about something or other.

What ultimately made Nadia step off the elevator was the realization that the other models were people, just like her. Regardless of any flaw or imperfection they perceived, they were both happy to be here, proudly naked and sexual, proudly themselves. Layla had simply given them an opportunity to express it. Whether there was doubt or not, Nadia- and every woman like her- deserved to have these moments of sexuality, regardless of what people decided they could or could not be.

When she finally spoke, she was not only ready; she was *ecstatic.*

“Layla!” Nadia called out, waving as she stepped off the elevator.

“Nadia, babe!” The enthusiasm that brought them together was as strong as Layla ran over and enveloped her in a tight hug. “I’m so glad your really doing this! I promise, you’re gonna look even sexier than you already are! Come on, let me introduce you to your co-stars.”

As brisk and excitable as Layla was, the grip she held on Nadia’s hand was soft as she lead her over to the two nude women, both of whom had big smiles in their faces. “So girls, this is the star of our show, my friend Nadia. Nadia, this is Leah on the left and Gemma on the right.” Both of them gushed their excitement to be ‘working with such a gorgeous woman’, and it made Nadia blush while they briefly chatted their greetings.

Leah was a few inches shorter than her and maybe a year or two under, but her short blond hair and black rimmed glasses definitely helped her appear more mature. Out of everyone else, her breasts and bum were the largest, and she was proud of it. “My sister got the acne. I got the tits and the ass. She’s never forgiven me.”

Gemma, however, was definitely older than Nadia, maybe by two or three years. Her skin fell perfectly between Nadia’s copper and Leah’s porcelain, and her black hair fell lazily down her back, just like Nadia. She definitely helped round out their body types as well; while Leah was shorter and slightly thicker than Nadia, Gemma was the tallest of everyone in the room, with smaller breasts and a tighter ass.

Any nerves that Nadia might have had melted away as soon as she realized how hot this photoshoot would be. “Alright!” Layla announced as she clapped her hands together. “If you ladies would stand right over there- Nadia, you can strip wherever- we can get started!”

Nadia’s anxieties were shed like her outfit- both quickly and happily. The three naked women lined up along the wall, giggling to each other as Layla set up her camera. “Think about every model you’ve ever seen.” She advised, kneeling down as she brought the viewfinder to her face. “Next, throw that bullshit out the window! Show me *you,* ladies!”

***

It couldn’t have gone on more than an hour, but it was the closest Nadia ever felt to being a Goddess.

As she moved with Leah and Gemma in various erotic poses, not once was she ever uncomfortable, mostly due to Layla’s superb directing. She remembered laughing when Layla told her that she wanted to be a pornographic photographer. But here, seeing Layla flit about the room as she offered them poses and advice, there was no question that this was what her boisterous best friend was meant to do.

Her Kadıköy Gecelik Escort co-models were equally as supportive, always positioning themselves so that Nadia would get the best angle. They started slow- just a few group shots of them making out, then rubbing each other- but by the end of it, Nadia could see their photographer was pressing her legs together, clearly trying to keep herself from being distracted.

Through it all, Nadia looked and felt wonderful, in a way she never had before. This wouldn’t be the end of her body issues, but it was the first true step to finding beauty within herself, and she would cherish it for the rest of her life.

“Oof, is it fucking boiling in here, or is it just me?” Layla asked, clicking through her shots. “Anywho, I think that’s a wrap- you ladies kicked ass today! I’m super proud of you.” She went on about how much she was paying them and when they would be free for another shoot, but Nadia was still on cloud nine. Truthfully, she was more than happy to do this again, paid or otherwise.

As soon as Leah and Gemma said their goodbyes and left the studio, Layla flopped onto her back, laughing to herself. “Holy shit. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever shot!”

Nadia collapsed next to her, curling up into a ball. “I’m glad it went well- I had a blast being sexy for me, for once.”

“Seriously, Nadee, thank you so much. You’re gonna be the reason so many more women see themselves as sexy human beings. Not just objects for dudes to stare at.”

“Please don’t put that much pressure on my shoulders.” They laughed together, and in the quiet space that followed, Nadia continued: “…I should be thanking you. I’ve never really thought of myself as sexy or alluring or anything like that. Today, though? I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. And I loved every second of it.”

They laid together in the studio, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the comfortable quiet between them before Nadia broke the silence. “Can I see the pictures?”

Layla nodded, flicking through a few of them slowly. “Yeah, they all turned out…really well.” Her legs were crossed now, glancing nervously between the camera and the nude woman next to her.

“Yeah, they really did.” Nadia agreed, though she was now fully aware of what it was doing to her friend. “Which one was your favorite?”

Layla swallowed, still clicking through the camera. She paused on a wide angle shot of both girls riding Nadia- Gemma on her face, and Leah on her girlcock. “This one, maybe…” she clicked again. The next photo showed Nadia towering above the both of them, both girls on their knees. Nadia was stroking herself quickly, a mischievous smile on her face.

Layla clicked again. The next one was Nadia cumming onto their faces.

“This one.” She declared. “This one was my favorite.”

Nadia’s hand had been under Layla’s chin, and she tilted it so they could finally kiss. As Nadia- carefully- pushed the camera out of the way and began to help her friend undress, the once quiet room was now echoing with the sound of their makeout session. First Layla’s shirt had been thrown to the side, near the set of the photoshoot; then her jeans were shimmied away until they were out of reach. All that remained were her striped blue panties, having not bothered with a bra that day. Layla’s darker skin carried a light sheen of sweat, and her small tits were begging to be touched now that they were finally free. She squeezed them tightly, moaning into Nadia’s throat as they kissed.

Climbing on top of her aroused photographer, Nadia withdrew her lips for a moment, pushing her knee against the wet fabric of Layla’s panties. “I had a feeling you were enjoying this more than you let on.”

Layla could only blush, raising her hips so she could slide them off of her waist.

“Never promised I wouldn’t.” She was breathing slowly, eyes trailing down her friend’s body and locking onto her waist. “Please don’t make me beg for it, Kadıköy Genç Escort Nadee-“

And Nadia certainly was not. Two of her fingers were already dragging themselves along the inviting folds, then darting in and out as the other hand stroked her girlcock. Layla’s breathing was now heavy and staggered, spreading her legs while she was finger fucked. The room grew silent for only a moment as Nadia pulled out her soaking wet fingers and offered them to Layla, who took both in her mouth and sucked them hungrily.

No longer content with just the light teasing, Nadia carefully pressed her girlcock against Layla’s pussy, withdrawing her fingers from the other woman’s mouth as she slowly pushed in to the hilt. The studio’s large empty space made the sound of Layla’s gasp echo throughout the room, and it only got worse as Nadia began to build a rhythm, pinning both their hands to the floor while they fucked. Her first thought was to go slow, taking her time until they could both cum together. But Layla’s moans were too loud, her pussy too warm, for Nadia to want anything less than to absolutely fuck her brains out. So she pressed their lips together and held her in place, hips slamming against Layla harder and harder each time.

Anyone nearby wouldn’t be able to miss the sounds of sex happening inside the studio- the distinct noise that only a rough, sloppy fucking could make bounced around the room, both women still passionately making out all the while. Even the brief touch of their nipples whenever Nadia thrusted was like a shot of adrenaline, bodies shaking as climaxes began to threaten their bodies.

Finally, releasing the hold their fingers shared, Nadia’s hands drifted below Layla’s waist, cupping her ass. There was a small groan of excitement as Layla wrapped her hand’s around her lover’s neck, bracing herself as the world inverted; now Layla was straddling Nadia’s hips, beads of sweat running down her face. She was still panting when she began to rock to her hips back and forth, hands behind her head as she rode Nadia’s girlcock.

This wasn’t as fast or rough as it had been before; no, Layla’s hip movements were slow and calculated, eyes locked on her lover’s pained expression. Nadia’s hands gripped tightly onto Layla’s ass, muttering curses and encouragement in different breaths. It was all too much for her to hold on- feeling Layla’s warm pussy grinding into her, watching her hips seductively roll back and forth, and that playful face- usually so silly and carefree- had twisted into the mischievous smirk of a woman intent on collecting every last drop of the cum she was owed. And now, Nadia’s body was ready to pay its debt.

“Layla, I’m gonna come soon-“

She stopped immediately- when Nadia gave a look of protest, Layla only responded by handing her the camera, slowly pulling herself off of the cock she’d taken control of over the last few minutes. “Stand up.” An order. Nadia obliged with a small gaze of trepidation, but the pieces clicked into place once she saw Layla on her knees, jerking Nadia’s cock with one hand and cupping her own tits with the other. “This one is for me.”

Through the camera’s viewfinder, Nadia watched as Layla’s hand furiously worked her, stopping only to switch to her mouth for a few moments before resuming the handjob. The camera shook in her hands as Nadia watched herself in the final moments before her orgasm, but she still managed to take the photo once the rope came hot onto Layla’s body. Even as her cries filled the studio, and hot, sticky droplets coated Layla’s tits and face, she took more and more photos, a slideshow facial between art and artist.

When she was finally spent, Nadia’s knees collapsed, crashing onto the floor. “Holy hell. That was…that was really good.”

“I try my hardest.” Layla admitted, still covered in cum as she pulled the other girl close. “So…wanna do this again at the next shoot?”

“Oh, absolutely. But first…”

Nadia’s held the camera outward, snapping a quick photo of the two of them, sweaty and satisfied on the studio floor. “I think I look rather sexy, and I want to remember the moment.”

“You know… you are sexy. In general. Not just at this moment.”

“Oh, I know that now.” Nadia smirked. “But everyone needs a confidence boost every now and again.”

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