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Ama kirada oturuyoduk ev deqistirmemiz qerekti ve oturduqumuz mahaleye yakın bi yerde ev bulduk kendimize ve tasındık.
Ev sahibimiz iri yarı qözlüklü cirkince biseydi.
Ama oqlu hosuma qitmisti been pek ilqilenmlyomus havasında olsam da onun bakısları banaa cok doqal qeldi cünkü qüzel alımlı 90 60 90 vücut hatlarına sahibim minyon olsam da qüzelliqim her türlü belli oluyodu ve biz bu cocukla qörüsüp konusmaya basladık annem biliyodu onun aileside tabi amma bi sorun vardı bu cocuk tek beenimle deqil baskalarıylada ilqileniyodu ve bu beenii deli etmeye yetti ve 3 aylık ve evliliqe doqru qiden bu beraberliqi bitirdim onunla artıkk karsılasmak qörmek dahi istemiyodum.
Bi pazar sabahı kuzenim mersinden qeldi qezmek icin tabi beenimde tatil qünüm iyi deqerlendirmek qerek bursa escort diye düsündüm ve dısarıya cıktık.
Bizi evden cıkarken qörmüs ve beenii aradı acmadım msjlar attı cevap vermedim banaa qörüsmemiz qerektiqini cok acil olduqunu yazmıs msjlarda aldırmadım kuzenim az fırlama deqil amma o baska sehirde amma beenim olduqum sehirde 3 5 tane manitası varr hepsiyle qörüsür amma hic biirisiyle biirlikte olmaz hala bakiredir.
Neyse kuzenim sevqilisiyle buluscakmıs been k aldıım öyle ortada banaa hala msj atam ilyasa cevap vermekle yetiniyorum tabl amma dayanamadım nedir derdin qel qörüselim dedim bilindik bi adres ver 2dakika qecmeden yanımda bitti arabayla tahmin etmiyodum arabayla qelceni önnce reddettim araca binmeyi sonra beenii zorla kolumdan tutup bindirdi kimsede qörmedi cünkü yazın bizzim buralar cok ıssızdır hele ki pazar qünleri.
Neyse bu arabayı calıstırdı otomatik olarakta icten kilitledi ewet artıkk konusma vaktiydi derdini öqrenmek istiyordum bian bursa escort bayan önnce ewe qitmem qerekti cünkü bu arabayı yayla yoluna doqru sürdü vaktim yok beenii eve qötür dememe zaman kalmadı annem aradı nerdesiniz kızım hadi qelin yemek yapıyorum hazırlayıp beraber yiyelim qc kalmadan diyordu tmm dedim ve tlfnu kapattım annem caqırıyo qitmem lazım dedim banaa evi biiraz zor qörürsün dedi ve arabayı cevre yolunda tarla bi yere cekti korkumdan ölüyorum ya banaa bsy yaparsa naparım been öldürür diye cok korktum cünkü babası polis ve yanında silahı varr bide sarhos her halinden belli.
Bna sorular soruyo kekeleyerek cevap weriyorum beenii seviyo msn dediqinde ise hayır sen hata yaptın sana olan sevqimi bitirdin dedim ve been baskasını seviyorum dememle banaa saldırması biir oldu öpüyor bi yandan da dövüyorum yüzüm qözüm sisti tlfnumu arıyorum cebimden düsmüs allahm yardım et diyorum artıkk.
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ertesı gece yıne been reyanı aramıstım.
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ve bu sefer oda meraklı meraklı sorular soruyor beende cevaplıyordum.
derken telefonda sevısmeye basladık.
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onada sende beenı hayal et ve bır elınle amcıgını dıger elınlede goguslerını oksa dedım.
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ve ıstemıyordu.
ama beenım ısrarlarıma dayanamadı ve dudaklarından opusmeye basladık.
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bıryandanda onu oksuyordum.
arabada sevısırken reyanı evden aradılar ve opusmeyı bırakıp yola koyulduk.
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onumu goremıyordum.
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yıne opusuyorduk.
ve been bacak arasını oksuyordum.
daha sonra elımı ıcıne soktum ve goguslerını oksadım.
bırdha telefonum caldı ve ısten arıyorlardı gıtmem gerekıyordu.
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neyse o aksam vedalastık.
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bu sefer sıkecektım onu.
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ama musaıt bır yer bulamadım pazar gunu oldugu ıcın her yer kalabalıktı.
en sonunda bır baraj kenarında ormanlık bursa escort alana gırdım arabayla.
ve hemen sevısmeye basladık.
been onu oksuyordum goguslerını yalııyordum.
ve beenım yarrak artıkk pantolona sıgmıyordu.
actım ve onun elını aldıım beenımkını oksa dedım.
ılk basta cok sasırdı.
bellıydı daha once hıc bır erkekle yakın teması olmamıstı.
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sonra been onun pantolonunu ındırdım ve altını actım.
amı harıkaydı.
egılerek yalamaya basladım cok hosuna gıdıyordu onun.
ve ahh ve ohhlar ıcındeydı.
sonra sımdı sıra sende been senınkını nasıl yaladıysam sende beenımkını yala dedım.
itiraz etsede been kafasından tuttum ve asagı egdım.
once opup kucuk kucuk yalıyodu.
daha sonra azına al dedım azına sok dedım.
oda cok buyuk bu ya dıyordu.
ve azına sokmaya basladı beende acayıp zevk alııyordum.
sonra elıyle 31 cekmesını soledım ve yaptı.
beende onun amını elımle oksuyordum.
bır yandanda oguslerını yalııyordum.
uzun bır sure bole devam ettık ve en sonunda o ahhlar ohhhhlar cekerek bosaldı.
sonra yıne beenım sıkımı yalamaya basladı.
azıma bosalma sakın dıyordu.
sonra gel kucagıma otur dedım.
geldı kucagıma bır anda oturdu amma beenım yarrak ezıldı hemen kalk dedım.
sonra gotunun arasınasurtmeye basladım.
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sonra banaa gotunu uzatarak yan sekılde otudu beende ona dogru donerek onun got yarıgının arasını tukurukledım ve asagı yukarı surtmeye basladım.
bu onun daha cok hosuna gıdıyordu.
ahh ooohh dıyordu ve been en sonunda bos aldıım.
hava kararmıstı.
onuda evden arıyorlrdı.
hemen goturdumonu ve evlerıne yakın bır yerde yıne sevısmeye basladık.
goguslerını yalııyordum oda sıkımı elıne almıs 31 cekıyordu.
evden sureklı arıyoalardı onu nerde kaldın dıye.
beenımde basım belaya gırmesın dıye hadı evıne gıt dedım ve vedalastık.
reyan memleketıne gıtmıstı.
artıkk gunduz saatlrınde bıle telefonda sureklı sexs hakkında konusuyrduk.
been ve o bırbırımızı telefonda tatmın edıyorduk.
aradan 4 ay gecmıstı.
anlamıstık.
geldıgınde onu sıkecektım.
onu ıkna etmıstım.
kızlagına zarar gelmıcek arkadan sıkıcem demıstım.
ama gelırken yanında krem getır dedım.
oda bunu kabul ettı ve geldıgınde onu sıkıcektım.
hazıran ayının ılk haftası pazar gunu bulstuk ve been onu degırmendereden aldıım.
yolda arabayı kullanırkn sureklı onun bacaklarını oksuyordum elımı etegının altına sokuyordum bacaklarını acıyor amcıgnı oksuyordum.
arabyla umuttepe tarafında bır ormana gıttık.
arabada sevısmeye basladık.
ikimizde delı gıbı bırbırımıze saldırmıstık.
onun etegını belıne kaddar actım ve kılotunu ındırdım.
amcıgını yalııyordum.
sonra oda bursa escort bayan beenım pantolonumu actı ve beım sıkımı yalamaya komple azına sokmaya basladı.
o beenım sıkımı yalarken beende bır parmagımı onun got delıgıne sokuyodum.
o acıyor sokma dıyordu.
ustunu acıp goguuslerınıde yaladım.
veon koltukları one dayayıp arka tarafa gectık.
bu sefer daha genıstı ve bırbırımızı acıp delı gıbı yaladık.
daha sonra o ılıskıye gırmeyelım been kızım sonra pısman olmayalım dedı.
beende ya kızlıgına zarar vermıcem arkadan yapıcam dedım.
acır dıye cok korkuyordu.
sen rahat ol kendını kasma acıtmadan yapıcam dedım.
krem getırdınmı dıye sordum oda unuttugunu soledı.
ıyı aferın dedım beende.
ve arkanı don ve poponu uzat banaa dogru dedım.
reyan koltukta yan yattı ve poposunu banaa dogru uzattı been sıkımı onun gotunun ortasına yaklastırdım ve tukurukledım.
ve got yarıgında asagı yukarı surtuyordum.
daha sonra bastırdım ve reyan bır anda one dogru ırkıldı ve ya nabıyosun az kaldı gırecektı dedı.
beende sokucam ıste dur dedım.
ama on tarafa sokmucan dedı az kaldı amcıgıma gırıyodu dedı.
beende cok azmıstım.
gozum hıc bıseyı gormuyordu artıkk.
tamam dedım arkana sokucam dıkkatlı olurum dedım.
ve got delıgını parmakladıktan sonra sıkımı bastırdım vekafası gırdı.
reyan ahhhhh dıye bagırdı amma been bıraz daha bastırdım ve cektım.
cok acıyo dıyordu.
beende kendını sıkma rahat ol gevse bıraz sonra cok zevk alacaksın dedım ve sokmaya devam ettım.
her cıkarttıgımda sokarken bıraz daha bastırıp derıne ınıyordum.
ve tamamına yakını gırmıstı artıkk.
been reyanı kaldırıp domamlltım ve o sekıldede sokup cıkartmaya basladım.
reyan her sokusumda ahhhhhh her cıkarttıgımda ooohhh dıyordu.
sokup cıkartıyordum gotune.
sonra kucagıma oturttum.
ve belınden tuttum oda oturup kalkıyordu.
ama tam oturmuyordu.
fazla bastırma dıyordu.
beende onun belınden tumus asagı yukarı hareketıne yardım ederken bır anda asagı bastırdım ve tamamı grdı.
reyan aaahhhhh ooohhhhh uuuu dıye ınlıyordu.
cok acıyor.
dıyordu.
beende devam et alısıcan dedım.
ve oturtup kaldırmaya devam ettım.
fazla sokma dıyordu.
been ole dedıkca daha cok zevk alııyordum.
bır ara yıne oturttum ve kalkmasına ızın vermedım.
kalkma otur bole dedım.
ve dahada asagı bastırdım.
ufacık gotune dıbıne kaddar gırmıstım ve sıkım acayıp genıslemıstı.
tekrar kaldırdıgımda komple cıkardım ve sıkımı gordum ve gercekten cok buyumus ve genıslemıstı.
tekrar oturtup kaldırmaya devam ettım.
sonra pozısyon degıstırdık ve reyanı sırt ustu yatırıp bacaklarını kaldırdım ve beende ustune cıkıp got delıgıne yenıden gırdım.
gıt gel yapıyordum.
reyan sureklı ahhh oohhhh dıye escort bursa ınlıyordu.
ve ıkımızde terden sırılsıklam olmustuk.
reyanın sacları dagılmıs kendınden gecmıstı.
o sırada dıger elıylede amcıgını oksuyordu ve ıkımızde uzun bır sıkısmenın ardından bos aldıık.
ve hava da bozmustu.
hemen toparlandık ve yola cıktık amma cevız buyuklugunde tolu yagıyordu.
sılecekler son hızda yetıstırmıyordu.
yollardn sller akıyordu.
ızmıte nasıl ındık bılmıyorum.
been reyanı evıne goturecektım sonra vazgectım bıraz daha gezelım dedım.
oda olur dedı.
ve kandıra tarafına dogru gıttık.
yolda sureklı onun etegını acıp elımle bacaklarını ve amcıgını oksuyordum.
kandıraya yakın bır yerde yıne ormanlık bır yerde arabayı park ettım.
asagı ındık ve ormanın ıcıne dogru yuruduk.
agacların arasında ıssız bı yerde sevısmeye basladık.
ve bırbırımıze sarıldık ve delı gıbı sevısıyorduk tek bacagına yukarı dogru kaldırdım ve etegının altından poposunu oksuyordum kılotunu asagı ındırdım.
ve sıkımı amına surtmeye basladım.
dudaklarımız hıc ayrılmıyordu.
daha sonra oda asagı egıldı ve sıkımı cıkardı yalamaya basladı.
her seferınde reyan dahada ıyı yapıyordu.
ögrenmeye baslamııstı.
sonra onu agaca yasladım ve arkasını cevırdım.
sıkımı yıne tukurukleyıp gotunun arasına yerlestırdım.
asagı yukarı hareketlerden sonra bastırdım ve sokmaya basladım.
reyan aaaııııhhh uuuuuhhh dıye ınlerken sokma acıyo dıyordu.
beende ya sıkma kendını alısıcan ıste dedım.
ve bır anda yuklendım.
derınbır oohh cektı ve beenım sıkımın yarıısından fazlası reyanın gotune gırdı.
cıkartıp tekrar sokuyordum.
bır sure bole devam ettık sonra reyan cıkart dedı ve banaa dogru donup sarılarak duduaklarımdan opmeye basladı.
elıylede sıkımı tutup amcıgına getırdı ve hadı surt banaa dıyordu.
beende tamam dedım ve sertmeye basladım.
bacak arasından amına ılerı gerı surtuyordum.
beende oda acayıp zevk alııyorduk.
en sonunda o hadı bosalt beenı dedı ve ahhh ohhh dıye ınleyerek bosldı.
bu sırada dudaklarımız hıc ayrılmıyordu.
amından akan sularla beenım sıkım ıslanmıs ve acayıp kaygan olmustu.
beende ılerı gerı amına surterek bos aldıım.
ve bır sure olece dudaklarımız ayrılmadı.
daha sonra hemen toparlanıp oradan uzaklastık.
sonra aksam oldugunda onu evıne goturdum.
o memleketıne donmustu.
yıne telefonda konusmalarımız devam edıyordu.
aradan 3 ay gectı beende memleketıme gıttım.
pazar gunu bulusacaktk.
been onu alıp yıne sıkecektm.
pazar sabahı onu aradım ve uykudan yenı uyanmıs sabah sabah telefonda bırbırımızı tatmın ettık.
ama pazar yıne ısten aradılar ve ıs nedenıyle acıl donmek zorunda k aldıım.
sonrakı gorusmelerımızde ıse bıdaha seksten konusamadık.
o zamandan berıde gorusmuyoruz.
telefonları kapalı reyanın.
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kocaelıdekı kızlar ekleyın msn mı.
telefonda camerada ıstersenız bulusup kendı evımde ıstersenız arabamla baksa bıryerde herturlu ılıskıye varım.
bana guvenebılırsınız.
been burdayım

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Berk 20 yaşıındaym 1,68 boyunda 65 kiloyum teyzem ise 31 yaşıında 1,65 boyunda 55 kilo çook bakımlı kapalı bi kadın teyzemle aramda geçenleri anlatıcam sizlere bu hikaye gerçek biir sex hikayesi bundan 4-5 ay önnce teyzem eşiyle sorunları olduğu içiin sex hayatınında sorunlu olduğunu anladım biirgün onlara gittim pc sinde sorun vardı yaparmısın dedi olur dedim gittim pcye format atım pc yaptıkdan sonra teyzem mutfaktaydı yanına gittim 1 tane de oğlu vardı 10 yasında oda dışarıda oynuyordu mutfaga gittim muhabet etmeye başladık been arkasından geçtim su aldıım öbür tarafdan biiraz mutfak dar olduğundan dokundurarak geçtim sonra suyumu içtikden sonra arkasından çook değilde hafif yapıştım ellerimi beline atım yanağına bi öpücük kondurdum suratıma baktı been gidiyorum dedim tamam dedi eşi çalışıyordu bazeen eve gelmiyordu geceleri oda msn de takılıyordu akkşam eve gittim msn ekledim teyzemi kardeşimden aldıım msn adresini ekledim konuşmaya başladık, dedim bugün yaptığım şey hoşuna gittimi, bilmiyorum tuhaf oldum dedi.
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An erotic story about a nude art model isn’t exactly a groundbreaking concept but I found a fun twist that led to this femdom tale. Hope you enjoy it, but regardless I’d love to read your feedback. Let me know what worked, and what didn’t, what you liked and what you didn’t.

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Tommy Meets Lady Victoria

Tommy took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The university student was nervous and wanted to bolt, but he needed the money to cover his rent after a couple of stupid nights out with his friends. This was the only job he could find that would pay cash before the end of the month. Despite knowing he had no choice, he wasn’t sure if he could do it. He had never been nude in front of another person, let alone modelled in the buff for someone.

“Hello?” he heard a woman call out, “The door is open.”

Tommy opened the door and stepped into what turned out to be a studio apartment. The place was filled, packed with art of all kinds, jars of various mixtures and furniture that seemed to be scattered throughout the large space randomly. It was such a busy room, with things so randomly placed, that it took him several seconds to find the source of the voice. But find it he did.

Victoria sat on a stool at a large canvas, with her back to Tommy. She was painting an abstract art he decided as he couldn’t seem any discernible pattern to the wavy lines on the white canvas. As he approached her, he realized what he had originally taken as a poncho was actually sheer material. The woman with his back to him was wearing some odd garment that had a thick white collar around her neck and then draped down as one large piece of material that was quite see through until it ended with another thick hem above her knees. He could very clearly make out the woman’s body and noted she clearly wasn’t wearing any other clothes as he could see her bare back and buttocks.

Tommy stopped when he realized she was effectively nude, nervous and unsure of what to say. The woman finished whatever line she was painting, delicately put her brush down and rose to her feet. As she turned around he drank in her body. She was very fit, with large round nipples on medium sized breasts he could clearly see through her clothing. His eyes darted down, peeking at the dark patch above her pussy that he thought was trimmed pubic hair, but could have been a shadow. The woman, who was in her late thirties if he was to guess, extended a hand. “I am Miss Victoria. You are Thomas I presume?”

His eyes shot back up, to her face, embarrassed that he had been so obviously staring at her body. He shook her hand, “Yes, Tommy.”

“Well Tommy,” she seemed to be testing out his name, “I will say you are punctual, so that puts you above the other applicants.”

Applicants? he thought. When he had responded to her posting, her email had made it sound like he had the job. He hadn’t realized this was to be a job interview.

“I’m glad to hear it Victoria.” he smiled.

“Miss Victoria.” She corrected him.

“Um, yes, of course, Miss Victoria.” he apologized.

“I am, as I said in my ad, an organic artist and artiste.” She punctuated the word artiste as if it was another language. Tommy thought it made her sound pretentious, and while normally he wouldn’t put up with that sort of attitude, she was willing to pay him $200 for a couple of hours of work, so he kept his mouth shut. “I require an assistant on Tuesdays, as my former Tuesday boy had to resign. It seems his new lady love did not approve of his job here. You have no such person that would object to your role here, I hope?”

“No ma’am.” he started, “I…”

“No, Miss Victoria.” she corrected him.

“No Miss Victoria,” he repeated, “I’m single, no girlfriend that would care if I posed nude for you.”

“Pose? My dear boy, whatever gave you the impression that I would want you to pose for me, nude or otherwise?” She asked.

“Your…your posting said I had to be comfortable with nudity, I thought you wanted a male model.” He explained. Had her posting meant she was going to be nude? He was trying not to stare, but was excited by the thought of working with a woman as sexy as she was, naked! It made his virgin heart race.

“No, No my boy. You’ll be my assistant. Helping set up, clean my brushes and of course helping me maintain my supplies.”

“I’m sorry Ma’am…Miss Victoria, and while I do that you’ll be…nude?” he asked, confused.

“Oh Tommy, you are a delightfully confused young man.” She laughed. “I may or may not be clothed, my wardrobe is like my art, I do what my muse tells me to.”

He wasn’t sure what that meant but nodded nonetheless. She continued, “You will be nude. At least partially. How else would I obtain my supplies?”

“I’m sorry Miss Victoria, I’m not following,” he admitted.

“Of course not, I haven’t explained myself yet.” She told him, “But I do like you being so honest. Far too many young men these days pretend to know everything about everything. You are a refreshing change. bursa escort A good boy and I do so like good boys.”

“Thank you,” he told her. She stared at him, waiting. She nodding her head and mouthing the words “Miss Victoria” so he continued, “Miss Victoria.”

“I know I’m a stickler for speech dear boy, but my muse insists on it.” she told him, “Just as she insists I use all natural supplies. You will not find anything in this studio that isn’t made from all natural materials.”

“And part of my job would be to source those materials?” he asked.

“Part of your job my boy is to supply those materials.” She told him.

He wasn’t sure what the difference was, but clearly, there was one. “I paint, but I don’t use harsh chemicals or oils or anything so unconnected to the earth. I mix fruits and berries to make the colours I need. Blend them with all natural materials. Do you understand?” She pointed to a few jars, and he could see they were blended carrots or blueberries or raspberries. “I have to blend them, as the berries don’t actually stick like paint does, they are merely the colouring and require a base. You’ll supply me with the base I need. At least on Tuesdays.”

“On Tuesdays?” He asked, wondering why she only did to do this once a week.

“Of course, I have other boys supply the semen on other days,” she told him a matter of factly.

“What?!” he asked without thinking.

“Semen or cum if you prefer, which at your age I suppose is what you call it,” she told him. “I have different assistants on different days to provide me with supplies. No one boy, even ones your age, could ever hope to supply me with enough for a week. Of course, you’ll have to refrain from sex with girls between work shifts. And touching yourself would be completely forbidden. I would need you here every Tuesday, filled for my art.”

Tommy didn’t know what to say. This sounded absurd. On the other hand, getting paid by a very attractive woman to masturbate once a week wasn’t the hardest of jobs. Certainly it would be awkward, but otherwise, he imagined it would be quite enjoyable. And it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. He figured he could do it once and if things were too weird, he’d quit.

“Knowing the details, does the position still interest you?” she asked.

“Um, yeah okay. I mean, it’s not what I was expecting but yes Miss Victoria, I would like to be your assistant,” he told her.

“I didn’t actually offer you the job my boy.” she pointed out, “but I am very glad it does interest you. I think you may make a fine addition to my roster. Why don’t we use today as a tryout day? See if you can manage things.”

“Sounds fair, Miss Victoria.” he agreed, “What do you need me to, um, do exactly?”

“I need my boys to have a good cum when they are here. Can you do that? Can you give me a good cum today?” She asked.

It was an absurd question, but one that made him stiffen, excited to hear a woman talk as she did. “Yes, Miss Victoria,” he told her sheepishly.

“Yes, Miss Victoria what? Tommy, I need you to be very clear.” She instructed, “It’s vital there is no miscommunication, it disrupts my muse.”

“Yes Miss Victoria, I…I can give you a… a good cum today,” he told her, feeling weird saying such a thing out loud at all, let alone to a beautiful woman who was practically nude.

“Very good. I’m very happy to hear that.” She told him, “Now let’s get started.”

Miss Victoria looked at him expectantly and it took him a few moments to realize she was expecting him to undress. He looked around for a place to get changed, but the studio apartment had no walls. The bathroom had just a curtain, and even that was pulled back against the wall so it was just a bathtub, toilet and sink in full view of the rest of the room.

“Well?” Victoria pressed. Tommy began to undress where he stood. She watched as he pulled off his shirt, then shoes and socks. He slid his jeans off and paused for just a moment before removing his boxers. “Oh, Tommy!” Victoria exclaimed, “You’ve already got a stiffie! What a good boy you are!”

Tommy was glad to hear she was so delighted with him, but it was odd that she was telling him how good he was being given he hadn’t done much. And her use of the term stiffie seemed a bit silly, though, given the unusual situation, he wasn’t sure how to judge her language.

“Now let’s get started so I can get creating.” She pointed him to a chair, as she sat down on a stool in front of it. “This is where I prefer milk all my boys.”

“You’ll be…?” he started, “I’m sorry Miss Victoria, I assumed… that is, I didn’t realize you would be… involved in the process.”

“I milk all my boys Tommy,” she told him. “Do not the finest chefs also grow their own vegetables? As an artiste, I must be involved in every aspect of my creations.”

Tommy sat down and his erection pointed straight up. It probably would have been uncomfortable had he the time to think about it, but he didn’t as Victoria took hold of him bursa escort bayan immediately, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft and beginning to stroke before he could think. Tommy groaned. It was probably good he wasn’t able to think as he had never had a woman touch him before, not like this.

“Such a good, stout boy. Yes, I do think you will do quite nicely.” She told him as her hand continued to pump him. He wondered how many “boys” she employed, as the sheer amount of art in the room implied to painted a lot. “Tell me, Tommy, when was the last time you masturbated,” she asked.

Oh geez, he thought, I don’t want to talk about that. He had in fact attempted to masturbate that morning. His thinking had been, if he came early in the day, he’d be less like to have an erection while posing nude. He’d been too nervous about the job though and hadn’t been able to do it. He decided not to tell her that, “Um, last week. Friday, I think.”

“Mmmm, okay. But no more of that okay?” she told him, as her hand lovingly stroked his cock. “I know you boys fill up quickly at your age, but even still, I want you arriving here with- how would you kids say it- a full tank?”

“Yes, Miss Victoria.” Tommy agreed. In all honesty, he would have agreed to anything at that point, as he had never had a woman jerk him off before and he was thoroughly enjoying it. Victoria continued to manipulate her new assistant for several minutes until his breathing became quite short.

“Tommy, are you getting close?” she asked.

“I…I think so Miss Victoria,” he admitted. She released his penis and gave it a light swat. He jumped, more from surprise than anything.

“No. You may not cum until I say so, is that understood?” she asked,

“Yes Miss Victoria,” he told her, although he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop himself. She resumed her stroking, but despite the nice feeling, Tommy squirmed a little bit.

“Oh my, is this chafing you? Perhaps it’s too dry?” She suggested, realizing he was uncomfortable.

“A little bit,” he admitted. “Do you have any lube?”

Victoria released her grip on his penis and gave it another, harder swat. “Ouch!” He cried.

“Tommy, I need you to listen! Did I not already say I only work with organic materials?” She questioned him, “I will not have man-made lube mixing in with your precious fluids! How dare you even suggest it. You shameful boy!”

Tommy didn’t see what the big deal was but clearly, this was important to her so he apologized, “Sorry Miss Victoria.”

“As you should be. Lube indeed! Luckily have a more natural solution.” She told him. Tommy looked around the room, there were tons of jars of liquids of all kinds and he wondered if she was going to do something like spread a handful of mushy peas on his member. He certainly hoped not.

“Your little penis here just requires a bit of moisture.” She told him. He didn’t like her calling him little, but didn’t feel it was his place to argue. “Are you okay if I slicken it up a bit?”

“Yes Miss Victoria,” he told her. He wondered what she was going to use and hoped it wouldn’t be anything gross. He was delighted a moment later when she leaned over and licked his penis.

He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of a woman’s mouth on his cock for the first time as she sucked his tip between her lips.

Tommy groaned in pleasure as her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, but the feeling was cut short as he felt the air on his wet penis a moment later. He opened his eyes in time to see Victoria swat his cock once more, “ow!”

“Tommy, when an artiste such as myself puts on a show, you never close your eyes. You watch! And in the case of one on one performance art such as this, you should maintain eye contact.” She told him. “It lets the artist know you appreciate them and gives them instant feedback.”

“Sorry Miss Victoria,” he told her. She lowered her head back down and took him between her lips, the pair maintaining eye contact the entire time. .

“Oww athh thithh Et-tar?” she asked, her mouth filled with his cock. Tommy wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking, he thought maybe she was asking if this was better and he had to admit it was. This gorgeous older woman had his cock in her mouth and was talking to him as if it was perfectly normal!

“Yes Miss Victoria,” he told her. She began to bob her head up and down, making sure to let her saliva build. Tommy watched as the beautiful milf gave him an amazingly sloppy blowjob. He was in heaven. Without realizing it, he began thrusting his hips, to force his cock deeper into her throat. She sat up and smacked his cock hard.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he told her.

She swatted his cock even harder. “You’re sorry, what?”

“MISS VICTORIA!” he corrected his mistake, “I’m sorry Miss Victoria.”

“I don’t appreciate that kind of behaviour young man. I expect my boys to be better behaved than that.” she told him, “but as it’s your first day, I’ll accept your apology. escort bursa That’s probably slick enough now anyway”

Tommy tried to hide his disappointment that she wouldn’t be resuming her oral attentions, but that disappointment dissipated fairly quickly as she took hold of his shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

“Oh my yes, these seem very nice and full,” she told him as she played his testicles. At the same time, she resumed stroking him, though now she was pumping at a much faster speed.

“Miss Victoria, I… Please may I cum?” Tommy asked.

“What a good boy! I’m so proud of you asking before just shooting your load.” she commended him, “but not just yet. Can you hold it back a little longer? It’ll be a much nicer cum if you can hold off. Can you promise to do that for me?”

“Yessss, Misssss, Victoria.” He agreed through gritted teeth, her hand was not slowing down one bit as she asked him for what seemed like an impossibility.

“Now Tommy, I’m going to go get a container, but before I do I need you to promise me something. I need you to promise that when you cum, which you will only do when I tell you, you may, you won’t dribble it out. I need you to give me big boy spurts so it goes directly into the container. Will you do that?” she asked, “Will you give me big boy spurts?”

Tommy didn’t know what to say. On one hand, it was a ridiculous thing for her to ask. He couldn’t control that sort of thing. And he wasn’t exactly keen on how she was phrasing it. He was 22 years old, and even if he was a virgin, he was still an adult. But he was keen on what she was doing, so if he had to acquiesce to her odd artistic way of talking, he could that. As long as kept jacking him off anyway.

“Yes, Miss Victoria.” He agreed,

“Tut, tut, what did I say about clear communication?” she asked him as if she was a teacher correcting a student.

“Sorry Miss Victoria, I can give you big boy spurts,” he assured her.

“Oh Good. I’m so happy! You’re well on your way to being one of my best assistants.” she told him, “I do so like finding good boys, and you are a such a good boy!”

She released his dick and reached for the container, it was glass and looked like a globe with a wide funnel top. “Okay, we’re almost there, and I’m expecting a good cum from you. If you want to grunt or make a loud noise or even curse, that is okay. I don’t want you walking around the studio yelling or swearing, but it’s okay while you’re making a cum for me,” she told him with a wink, “I know how you boys can be.”

She lifted up the poncho-dress up over her head and placed it on the floor to her side. Tommy took in her naked form, he had thought he had seen her nude through the transparent material, but this was better. Much better. He could see that she had goosebumps on her breasts, that her nipples were hard, and that she did indeed have a lovely patch of black pubic hair that pointed to her cunnie. He was staring at her cunnie when she spread her legs just enough to place the globe between them, sliding it all the way back so it pressed against her pussy with the funnel side up, pointed slightly towards Tommy. He marvelled at the sight, the first one he’d ever seen in real life. He was wondering what it tasted like when she took hold of his cock once more and resumed pumping, this time very fast.

“Ughhh,” Tommy let out an involuntary grunt. Victoria smiled, she knew he was close. She enjoyed the look on the faces of young men as they approached climax, almost as much as she enjoyed the sight of their young hard cocks squirting their precious loads. Tommy’s face was particularly innocent and she tried to savour it.

“Please…please may I cum Miss Victoria?” Tommy asked, the desperation in his voice clear.

“Not just yet Tommy. I need you to hold out a little longer.” She told him, her hand still pumping his dick.

“Oh god, fuck.” he moaned and gripped the side of the chair he was sitting on, his whole body tensing to hold back the inevitable. He wasn’t sure he could, but he also didn’t want to upset her.

“Hold on, just a little bit more.” she encouraged him. “Miss Victoria is going to get a good cum out of this penis, but she needs you to hold on a little bit more.”

“Yessss, Missss, Vic…toria.” he tried to obey her.

“Remember, when you do cum, not yet…” she told him in a soft voice, “but when you do cum, I need big boy spurts.” She scooted forward, so her knees were now between his legs, his cock a few inches from the glass. She squeezed his cock, more playfully than anything, but it served as a good reminder he was there for a job, that he needed to listen to her. As much as he was enjoying what was happening, it wasn’t actually about his pleasure. She poured on a burst of speed, knowing he was approaching the point of no return.

“Fuck,” he begged, unintentionally raising his voice. “PLEASE, MAY I CUM?!”

“Yes you may,” she said in a kind of a sing-song way as if she was ending a game.

“Oh FUCK!” he moaned as his cock fired a gooey load straight out and into the globe.

“Good boy! Very Good Boy!” Victoria praised him as another shot fired into the globe, followed by a third. She continued to pump him, saying, “What a good boy you are!”

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Erkeklik içgüdülerim daha baskındı artıkk.
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This story is a complete fantasy. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.

The next day, Bruce worked hard to make sure everything was spick and span for Jennifer’s return. It also took his mind off Mr and Mrs Smith. He had been dreaming of them all night.

When Jennifer arrived she was full of the joys of Spring and told Bruce what a wonderful time she and the other girls had had and all the shows and sights they had seen. She scarcely asked what had happened to him over the weekend. It really was all about her.

Then she said “I have been talking to Marian and Susie about our problem looking for some extra help in the house and garden. With our jobs so busy now Bruce it is becoming a necessity to hire some people.”

Bruce nodded. At least she was discussing things with him. He said “Yes, I totally agree, Jennifer. We both have very good jobs so can easily afford to pay someone, the only difficulty is getting someone who is reliable and capable.”

Jennifer laughed. “I think Marian has solved our problem, Bruce. It has been right under our noses for some time.”

Bruce smiled. Marian was a close friend of his wife and taught at the same school since their early days. She was Head of English Literature.

Jennifer carried on “Marian told me that the school cleaner is looking for extra work and her husband is the School Janitor and she understands that he is quite good at gardening work as well. I know them. They are totally trustworthy and discrete.”

Bruce smiled his approval. It really did sound too good to be true.

He felt rather differently a few moments later when Jennifer carried on enthusiastically “I am going into school tomorrow and I will ask Mr and Mrs Smith to call around tomorrow evening for a chat. You will like Malcolm Smith, he is good at lots of things.”

Bruce nodded dumbly. He felt panic stricken.

The following day passed so slowly. It was difficult for him to concentrate. He was caught between thinking about having Mrs Smith actually in his own house and the thoughts of what Malcolm wanted to do to Jennifer. His greatest fear, was of being exposed. This petrified him.

That evening after they had had tea, the knock on the door that Bruce had dreaded came. Jennifer went to the door and then led Mr and Mrs Smith into the comfortable lounge. They had obviously made a lot of effort to look presentable. Mrs Smith had a nice flowery dress on and Malcolm had his best suit on.

Jennifer made the introductions. Mrs Smith shook Bruce’s hand and said respectfully “Pleased to meet you Mr Rees.”

Malcolm also shook his hand and again was very respectful. Bruce almost sighed with relief as neither of them had made the slightest sign of recognition. Then they sat down, Jennifer did most of the talking as she explained their duties. She did ask Bruce to give some more details about the garden and some of the outside work.

Bruce managed this OK and Malcolm asked a few questions but it all passed very easily. When the time to talk about money came, Jennifer explained the sort of salary they were prepared to pay.

Bruce noticed that both Mr and Mrs Smith seemed surprised that it was so generous and said so. Mrs Smith even went on to say that it was almost double what they expected. Jennifer laughed “That’s good Mrs Smith, as we want to make sure you are happy. I have a good job at school as you know but Bruce is very successful at his job, so paying you this money will be no trouble whatsoever.”

Mr Smith did say “I want you to understand Mrs Rees that we have never earned that much money before. Both my wife and I are very grateful and we will do the best we can to please you.”

Bruce took some satisfaction out of Malcolm’s genuine expression of gratitude. He could see that Malcolm was really impressed with everything. In all of the meetings at the Smiths house, Bruce had been in a sort of ‘Little Brucie’ situation. Now that he was the Employer, he enjoyed the feeling of a little power.

For the next 3 weeks everything was wonderful. The Smiths seemed to enjoy their work and Mrs Smith even stayed on for a couple of hours extra to cook the evening meals for Jennifer and Bruce. Like everything else she did, the meals were really excellent.

Malcolm sorted out most of the outside emergencies remarkably well and started to get the garden into better shape. When he referred to Bruce it was with the greatest respect and Bruce stated to relax. Everything was working out well. In these new circumstances Bruce found he really liked Malcolm as a person.

It was when he was relaxed, that Bruce started to think of Mrs Smith again. It was a pleasant feeling as he sat in an easy chair reading the newspaper but secretly watching the older woman moving around the room dusting and polishing.

He particularly liked it, if she was reaching into one of the cupboards and had to bend over and stretch. Some of her skirts were not so long and the shape Betturkey of her bottom was quite erotic. Her big thighs were wonderful. He admired the power in her strong body. He thought a lot bout her plump bottom.

He felt his penis rise as he remembered the first time he had seen Mrs Smith and Malcolm had encouraged him to fuck her. He even remembered Mrs Smith lifting up her big legs so that he could insert his cock in.

Bruce realised that he couldn’t do anything like that any more but it was lovely and exciting for him to watch. He knew he was a watcher.

Bruce also realised that both Mr and Mrs Smith must know that he enjoyed little scenes and views. They knew their place in the household and respected their employers. This didn’t stop Mrs Smith being a little careless sometimes in the way she sat. She wanted to please her Employer.

The best time was when she actually stood up after sitting in one of the easy chairs. It was almost inevitable that she would open her legs which would show her panties to anyone in the right position.

Bruce was always in the right position and he was always watching.

It was obvious what he was doing and Mr and Mrs Smith must have known. She didn’t alter anything and Bruce got the impression that they were encouraging him. It took his breath away and he mostly had to go to the bathroom.

He could also see that Jennifer really appreciated the work that Mr and Mrs Smith were doing. She frequently complimented them to their faces as well as telling Bruce how much she admired them.

Gertrude and Malcolm took everything in their stride. As they were given more and more tasks to undertake they seemed to relish the challenge. On one occasion Jennifer spoke openly when she said “Mrs Smith you are a marvel. I don’t know what we would do without you.”

Mrs Smith just laughed and joked “Just tell Aunty what you would like and she will provide.” Jennifer laughed. She liked that name and after that would sometimes would refer to Mrs Smith as Aunty. Bruce liked it as well.

All four were now on very good terms. Although Mr and Mrs Smith would refer to his wife as Jennifer or Jenny, it was noticeable that they still referred to Bruce as Mr Rees. It was a mark of respect but Bruce started to like the idea of being called by his first name. He did wonder that if that started he may end up as Little Brucie again.

It was very confusing although he started to get stiff between his legs more and more. On occasions Mrs Smith could see it and although she didn’t say anything, she would give him an encouraging smile. Bruce wondered if she would let him fuck her and also whether Malcolm would allow it.

She was considerably older than that first time all those years ago but in a way she was even more erotic now. She was bigger of course but now she was wearing much nicer clothes. With the extra money they now received they both dressed more smartly.

Some evenings Jennifer would invite the Smiths to stay for a few hours extra, not to work but to simply have a glass of wine and some biscuits. They were becoming friends although the Smiths were still respectful employees.

The older couple were really good company and Malcolm would make them all laugh with his Janitor tales of mishaps in school. It seemed the most common difficulty was when the girls would get stuck in the toilets. Sometimes it happened to a few of the women teachers.

The boys and the male teachers seemed better able to extricate themselves from any difficulties. Jennifer suggested that some of the females may have been doing it just to attract attention. Mrs Smith smiled “I think you may have a good point there Jenny.”

Bruce enjoyed these tales very much and sometimes when the two men were alone in the garden, he would ask Malcolm about those situations and Malcolm woulds tell him even raunchier situations. On one occasion, one of the younger female teachers had become over excited and had actually wet herself. When Bruce told Jennifer later on, they both had a good laugh as the knew the young woman quite well.

The more the two men talked, Bruce found he really liked the older man. Originally he had thought that Malcolm had looked a bit seedy but now he just seemed lean and strong especially for an old man.

As the weeks passed Bruce could see that Jennifer was getting quite fond of Mrs Smith and now called her Aunty more frequently. One evening Jennifer came home from a gym session in one of her badminton skirts. She would normally have changed it immediately but Mrs Smith laughed “You really do look lovely in that skirt Jenny. Just like my little girl.”

Jennifer giggled. Bruce noticed that she didn’t change her clothes as normal, which meant that throughout the evening there were several ‘underwear flashes’ which obviously Malcolm could see.

Bruce himself was enjoying the situation as it had that secret intensity about it. He wondered what Malcolm was thinking now about Jennifer’s underwear. Betturkey Giriş He smiled to himself as now Malcolm was becoming the watcher.

Bruce was now feeling more confident in his own position as Malcolm’s boss. He remembered Malcolm’s excitement when he was handed a couple of pairs of Jennifer’s knickers.

Actually just thinking about it made Bruce think about Mrs Smiths large breasts. She was looking more and more motherly as the days passed. Jennifer adored her and very often spoke in a very childish way and even referred to her as Mumsie. Mrs Smith didn’t discourage her. They were all enjoying the unspoken excitement.

On quite a few occasions, Malcolm had told Bruce how much he appreciated to money that they were paid. It all added to Bruce’s feeling of benevolence. He liked Malcolm.

The two men were in the garden one day and Bruce wanted to know how to grow flowers to get the best in appearance and aroma. Malcolm had already done wonders on some of the small plots and explained that sometimes in the early evening it could be very rewarding if you gently open the petals and rub a little moisture into the bud.

It was all very innocent but Bruce found the description quite arousing. He secretly thought about opening up Mrs Smiths underclothes and rubbing her bud. He panted a little as Malcolm added “You can even use a tool to insert more fluid into the bud.”

Bruce murmured “Is there any danger of the flower becoming too moist?” Malcolm shook his head “No danger whatsoever, Mr Rees. Flowers like lots of insertions and always respond by opening their petals even more.”

Bruce was openly panting “Opening her petals even more. It sounds so wonderful.”

Malcolm nodded wisely “She likes the fluid, so the more she opens her petals, the more fluid it is possible to get up her. Big petaled flowers love to be flooded. You can drench her.” Bruce was on the point of coming when Jennifer called them in for a drink.

As they went into the lounge Jennifer reached over to pick the teapot up but Mrs Smith laughed “It’s OK Jenny, I will be Mother and pour the tea.”

Jennifer loved this sort of friendly intimacy and responded jokingly “OK, and Malcolm can be Daddy and Bruce and I will be your children.” It was all in fun.

They all laughed especially when Mrs Smith added “And you had better be a good girl Jennifer or Mummy will smack your bottom.” Bruce noticed that his wife panted a little. It made him feel nice as well as he had never seen a woman spanking another woman’s bottom.

Bruce really enjoyed this banter but after the conversation with Malcolm in the garden he looked at Mrs Smith sitting there in her brightly patterned cotton dress and couldn’t help thinking that she looked like a lovely big flower ready to have her petals parted.

She was so jolly and chubby that Bruce imagined opening up her petals and injecting loads of fluid. She would probably like some cream up her.

There were several instances like this which were exciting and Bruce noticed that Jennifer seemed really fascinated with Mr and Mrs Smith and seemed to very willingly do little things that the older woman suggested. Most evenings now she would usually be wearing one of her short skirts together with white cotton knickers.

Bruce felt quite confident in himself and didn’t resent this in any way. It was obvious that Malcolm could see a lot but now Bruce felt that this was quite fair bearing in mind that Malcolm had let him mount his wife. Bruce wanted to do it again. He hoped that Mrs Smith would be willing.

Very often in the evening as they would all be having a glass of wine, Jenny would be hanging around Mrs Smith who would tease her ‘little girl’ and would ask her if she had clean underwear on.

Jennifer was almost inviting the older woman to do something and on one occasion as she was bending over the desk next to Mrs Smith. As Bruce and Malcolm watched they saw Gertrude push her hand right up the back of Jenny’s skirt.

It was so erotic, Bruce wondered how his wife would react. Malcolm said nothing. Bruce waited with bated breath and then watched as he saw his wife simply open her legs more and bent over the desk further. He realised that it must have happened before.

He realised that Jenny was being felt up and she was enjoying it. Mrs Smith said to Bruce “I think the little girl is ready for a spanking, Brucie.” Bruce could feel his penis throb as Mrs Smith waited for him to reply. He knew that he could easily stop things going further. He wanted to go further.

His answer would set the scene for future events. He panted “Yes, Mummy. She is ready.”

Mrs Smith looked him straight in the face “Are you sure, Mr Rees?”

Bruce couldn’t stop now. His voice was trembling but he murmured “Yes, I am sure Mrs Smith.”

She whispered quietly so that only Bruce could hear “You are a good little boy, Brucie.”

Jennifer was now simply standing there awaiting instructions. Betturkey Güncel Giriş Mrs Smith told her “Pull your skirt up Jennifer and then pull your knickers down.”

Jennifer didn’t argue. She simply pulled her skirt up and tugged her white cotton panties down below her bottom.

Mrs Smith handed her a little leather strap. Telling her “Give this to Daddy and lay over his lap.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

Bruce watched as his wife, with her panties around her knees, struggled over to where Malcolm was sitting and crawled over his lap.

Bruce knew how big Malcolm’s penis was and that in her position spreadeagled over his lap she would also know by now.

He saw Malcolm squeeze his wife’s bottom and then push it down so that his penis must be pushing into her belly.

Malcolm whispered loudly “You have a nice big bum, Jenny.”

Jennifer was panting as she gasped “Yes, Daddy.”

It was so erotic. Bruce wanted to pull his own penis out but decided he had better not. As he watched he was amazed when he saw Jennifer pressing herself down onto Malcolm with her tummy. Bruce gasped as he realised that his wife was actually humping Malcolm.

He could see she was juicing several times.

Bruce wondered how it would end. Mrs Smith was also watching closely. She was too sensible to let things get out of hand in the lounge. She stood up and helped Jennifer dismount before any mess occurred.

Malcolm looked a bit hot and bothered but hadn’t actually cum, although it was clear he obviously needed to very badly.

Mrs Smith was very calm as she smiled at Jennifer and said “Give your knickers to Daddy, Jenny. He will take them into the bathroom.”

Jenny was looking a little shamefaced as she murmured “Yes Mummy” and slipped her panties right off and handed then to Malcolm.

Malcolm was wheezing a bit but couldn’t help taking Jennifer’s panties and pressing them into his face and inhaling deeply. Then he sloped off into the bathroom.

Mrs Smith smiled and told Jennifer “He wont be long. He will probably put your drawers in the dirty laundry basket when he finishes.”

Jennifer smiled a little guiltily but nodded. She excused herself and went into our bedroom to tidy herself and apply some fresh makeup before reappearing.

When Malcolm returned, his wife made them all a nice cup of tea and they had a quiet end to our evening.

After the Smiths left to go home Jennifer and Bruce settled down to quietly watch the television for about an hour.

They didn’t say very much about the evening’s events although it was obviously on their minds very much.

Bruce was in bed first and watched as his wife slowly undressed in front of him. It was as if she realised that he wanted to watch her. Bruce was very aroused as he knew she was performing for him. She was his wife and wanted to please him.

Nothing was said but Jennifer was smiling at him as she took her skirt and blouse off and then eased her brassiere down a little to display her nipples.

Then she giggled as she dropped her panties down to her ankles and sat on the chair opposite the bed with her knees wide open. She smiled lovingly as she exposed her open pussy to him.

Bruce eased his penis out and stroked it up and down. He knew it wasn’t very big but it was very stiff and pulsating.

He did make a little comment about his smallness but Jenny simply giggled that she loved his little cock and pointed at her wide open excited slit saying “This will always be yours Brucie and tonight it is all yours.”

When Jenny joined him on the bed they had the most wonderful lovemaking in their entire marriage. Bruce felt so confident in his wife’s love and Jennifer was over the moon.

They found that one way that Bruce could keep his smallness up her was when she lay on the back and slung one of her legs over his shoulder. She used her other thigh to adjust the tightness to ensure he stayed up.

The next morning they talked over their experiences so honestly. They didn’t want to lose this wonderful time. Malcolm told Jennifer most of the events of ten years ago when he visited Mr and Mrs Smith at their home and how intense it was. Jenny understood everything fully and loved him all the more for it.

She told him about experiences she had had with her friends Marian and Susan in all girl enjoyments in the hotel bedrooms. He loved listening to her.

He confessed he liked watching things like that, and that, from time to time he liked wearing her underwear as it made his little penis stiff and it felt nice. Jennifer gently kissed him on the cheek saying “I love my husbands little cock.”

It was ideal. Their marriage was fulfilled and they both knew that all the credit was due to Mr and Mrs Smith. They just hoped that the Smiths would stay with them forever. Apart from the wonderful work they did for them they knew they needed the older couple in so many ways.

They did talk about some of the things that had happened and again honesty was the key note. Actually they had both enjoyed all the little facets and details.

Bruce chuckled as he said “I loved it Jenny, when you gave him your dirty knickers so that he could go and masturbate. I almost came myself.”

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“Miss have pink asshole.”

A voice giggles.

Again, “Miss have pink asshole.”

I’m groggy and confused, waking from what feels like a very deep sleep. I blink my eyes: where am I? I move my hand to brush my hair out of my face — but I can’t move my hand…

As I wake up, I find I am restrained, face down on my four poster bed. My hands are pulled down between my legs and tied to my ankles, my legs are pulled up under my body, my face is in a pillow and my bottom is in the air. I am naked, hog tied, and dizzy. Behind me, I hear the voice of my Thai maid, Bee, laughing, “Miss have pink asshole,” and she swats my bottom.

How did I get here?

SATURDAY

Last year my boyfriend and I moved to Bangkok; he works for one of those big corporations you’ve all heard of, and I decided to move with him for the fun of it. Thailand is a beautiful country. The food is delicious, the cost of living is cheap, and the people are lovely.

Not long after moving to Bangkok my boyfriend, let’s call him X, hired a Thai maid named Bee. She is a beauty: petite curvy body, long black hair, full lips, and large dark eyes you could lose yourself in.

Ladies, you should know right now: Bangkok is a wrecker of relationships and marriages. Thai girls go crazy for “farang” (foreign) men. Whether out of genuine attraction, or whether they assume all foreigners are rich, I don’t honestly know. I knew Bee could be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on her, but she was sweet natured and shy — she spoke very little English — and since my boyfriend was paying the bills I let him pick the help.

Bee was a live-in maid who worked Monday through Saturday, and took Sundays off. She cooked, cleaned, and kept the household running. If you’ve ever been to a Thai house and wondered what the unmarked door is near an apartment’s front door, it’s the maid’s room: basic and small, but clean and comfortable with its own entrance to our apartment (through the kitchen). This is where Bee lived.

X loved to have her wear a French maid’s outfit while she worked — a Thai maid in a French outfit, complete with black pumps. Men are so obvious. X spoke Thai well for his business (I had not bothered to learn more than a few words) and I assumed that they talked. Sometimes I suspected X was sleeping with Bee, but when would he have the opportunity? I was around during the day while he was at work.

One Saturday morning I woke up late and came to the sun room for breakfast. X was reading the paper, drinking his coffee, and grinning broadly. Where was Bee? Why was X smiling? And whose feet were sticking out from underneath the breakfast table?!? As I came closer, I could hear the clear sounds of Bee sucking X from under the table.

Play it cool, I thought, and sat down across the table from X. “Good morning,” he said.

Before we go any further, and before you discard this story in disbelief, you should understand something about X: he is one of those very wealthy, very handsome men who is used to having his way with business and with women. He is usually faithful to me, but sometimes he pulls stunts to remind me that we are not married and that I have little claim to him. I’ve never believed men are inherently monogamous, and as long as I don’t rise to his bait these incidents are best forgotten as childish outbursts.

Back to the story: I drank my coffee, read part of the paper, and permitted myself to peak under the table only once. I could see the back of Bee’s head bobbing up and down in X’s lap. Even more intriguing though was her bottom. Bunched up as she was under the table, the short maid’s dress was not enough to cover her modesty, and a black thong clove the twin halves of a quivering peach.

Her ass was breathtaking. While I consider myself straight, I am capable of appreciating beautiful women, and here was a bottom worth appreciating! I half considered reaching under the table to stroke Bee’s bum, but X grunted and grabbed the back of her head. He was clearly finished, and she swallowed him without noise or complaint. After a moment, she stood up from under the table, smoothed her dress, and wiped her lips. “Good morning Miss,” she said as she cleared the breakfast dishes. She went to make freshly squeezed orange juice, as she does every morning to finish breakfast.

As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, X leaned across the table and kissed my forehead. “So,” he said, “I’m going away on business for a few days. Let’s spend the day in bed.”

We did, and he reminded me why I turn a blind eye to his occasional indiscretions: he fucks me so hard and so well. As I sucked him off one last time before going to bed, I couldn’t help wonder about Bee’s mouth: was it as soft as mine? Could she suck him as well as I could? Is that all she had done for him?

SUNDAY

Sunday morning X caught a taxi for his trip, and I resolved to remind Bee of her place. Let’s be clear: it’s one thing to let a boyfriend have his fun from time to time, but you simply must Betturkey establish that the other woman will always be the outside party, a subservient second. That afternoon, I went to Patpong, Bangkok’s night-life district.

Patpong is a crowded strip packed with dancers, hucksters, and prostitutes. The sights and smells are pungent, and as you walk the sidewalks you can’t help but peek into the open doors of the strip clubs and shops. If that’s not enough, touts constantly approach farangs, men and women alike, with pamphlets composed of broken Thai English listing the acts performed behind closed doors — my favorites being “pussy smoke cigarette” (which I have had the pleasure to witness) and “pussy shoot ping pong ball” (which, sadly, I have not). Anything under the sun related to sex can be found in Patpong, and I discretely slipped into a sex toy shop to buy a toy for my dear, tiny Bee and her naughty round bottom.

MONDAY

At breakfast the next morning, I set a shiny new silicone butt plug on the table. Bee was a few minutes late preparing breakfast and didn’t notice the plug right away, but when she did her eyes widened a bit and she blushed.

“Bee,” I said, “please bring me a stick of butter.”

Bee knew this was unusual; I seldom take butter or bread with breakfast, preferring instead to eat the local fruits to keep my figure. Smiling and giggling, she retrieved a stick of butter from the refrigerator and placed it on a dish on the table.

Reader, have you ever met a young Thai woman? Smiling, laughing, and blushing can just as often signal discomfort or embarrassment as happiness, and Bee, like many women from her culture, can be very hard to read. I have no idea if she knew what I had in mind for her, but I slowly finished breakfast, letting the butter soften in the heat, and asked her to clear the table.

She removed the dishes and my glass, but when she started to remove the dish of butter I touched her hand quickly and said “No Bee, leave that.” I touched the butt plug. “Do you know what this is Bee?”

“Miss?” she said, and blushed.

“Do you know what this is,” I asked her again, a bit more forcefully.

“Plug, Miss,” she whispered, and looked away.

“And what does it plug, Bee?” I asked.

She mumbled something I couldn’t hear, and so I asked her again. This time, she looked me in the eye and said, “Asshole, Miss.” It’s a funny thing about young Thai women: even if they don’t speak much English they know all of the roughest words for the body parts.

“For whose bottom, Bee?” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know Miss.”

I pushed my chair away from the table. “Sit on my lap and I’ll tell you, Bee.”

She sat down and I gently touched her face with my hands, her rounded hips pressing into my thighs. I looked her in the eye and on impulse, I kisser her deeply. Bee was not the first woman I have kissed, but her lips were by far the softest. Her mouth was so yielding, so moist, and she moaned a bit. I whispered in her ear, “The plug is for you Bee. Now stand up and turn around.”

“Yes Miss,” she said. She stood, expressionless, and faced away from me.

“Lean across the table Bee,” I said, “but keep your feet on the ground.” As she leaned over the table her short maid’s dress rode up over her cheeks, and for the second time I was simply stymied by the beauty of her bottom. The thong was so narrow that it didn’t entirely cover her anus; I could just make out the radial crinkles peeking around the edges of the fabric. I pulled her thong down over the round cheeks to her ankles and she whimpered a bit.

“Hand me the butter, Bee,” I said, and she passed the dish of butter back to me. Many years before, X had put me through a similar scene with a set of beads to introduce me to the delights of butter and I intended to pay it forward.

I took the butter in one hand, and spread her cheeks with the other. Bee didn’t squeeze her cheeks together tightly, but she didn’t relax or open them for me either. I rubbed the stick of butter first up and down the crack of her bottom, and then in small circles around her most secret and shameful spot, greasing it for the plug. I paused for a moment in surprise: Bee had a light brown anus, beautiful and puckered, hairless and tight, just two shades darker than her skin. I don’t know why I was taken aback; I guess I thought everyone’s anus was pink like mine. Bee was motionless, and made no sound.

“Now hand me the plug Bee,” and she did. I rubbed the tip of the plug between her legs and brought it to my lips to see if she were wet. She was — but only just a bit.

And now I must make a confession to the reader, even though it brings me some shame: I didn’t care very much whether she was wet or not. Looking back on it, there’s no way I can say that Bee consented to what I did next — she knew that at any time I could have her fired. But at the time I was annoyed at her for sucking off my boyfriend while living under our roof, and equally Betturkey Giriş entranced by her exquisite bottom. I am embarrassed to tell this story as a white woman invading an innocent and powerless brown rosebud, but that it precisely what I did:

I took the tip of the plug and held it against her lubricated anus. I said, “Ask for it Bee.”

She said, “Miss.”

That was all she could muster, not “No Miss,” not “Please Miss,” and certainly not “Plug me Miss.” But that was enough for me: “Miss.”

With that, I pushed the tip of the plug past her anus and with one slow, firm motion pressed the entire plug into her bottom. She made no sound, but winced slightly only when the thickest part of the plug pushed past her ring before seating itself between her cheeks.

“You like it don’t you Bee,” I said. “Sluts like it up the ass.”

No response.

“Stay there, Bee, and don’t move,” I said. I stepped out of the room, and returned a minute later with our old-fashioned polaroid camera. X and I sometimes liked to take pictures of each other when we made love, and always used the polaroid for fear that digital pictures would turn up on the internet.

I stood in front of the table and took a picture of Bee’s face, flat and angry, staring at the camera. I stuck the picture to the refrigerator, put the camera down, and walked around behind Bee again.

I touched her between her legs with my finger this time, and she was still a bit wet, but just barely. I took a moment to appreciate the site: beautiful Bee, bent over the table, thong at her ankles, dress pushed up her back, and a plug planted firmly between her glorious cheeks. “Stand up Bee, and pull up your panties,” I said.

She did, and I could see that her face was red and her eyes were moist, although she was not yet crying. The scene had not played out exactly as I had imagined it and I felt a bit cruel. Still, I pressed ahead. “You may continue with your duties Bee.”

As she did each morning after breakfast, she squeezed several oranges and brought me a glass of fresh juice. Her usual graceful gait was altered by the plug in her bottom.

As I drank the juice, I said, “I will remove the plug for you when you’ve finished cleaning the kitchen Bee.”

“Yes Miss,” she said. She nodded her head, and walked away, the plug a hidden reminder of my attempted dominance.

When the kitchen was clean, Bee sullenly presented herself by turning around and bending over. I pushed her thong aside and gently pulled out the plug.

“While X is out of town, please see to it that the plug and a stick of butter are sitting on the table each morning when I come to breakfast. That will be all,” I said, and handed her the plug.

I felt a bit embarrassed, and gave Bee the afternoon off.

That night I tossed and turned and had trouble sleeping. As I lay in bed alone and touched myself, I thought of the morning’s events. Even with Bee’s astonishing beauty, the scene felt more clinical than sexy. For all the pleasure Bee had taken from it, she might as well have visited the proctologist. I had taken her body, but not her spirit, and I resolved to make things sexier tomorrow, or at least have more fun trying.

TUESDAY

The next morning, Bee was a few minutes early for breakfast, and seemed in a much better mood.

“Good morning Miss,” she said, and even smiled. The butt plug and the dish of butter were on the table next to my breakfast, and when she noticed me eyeing them she blushed and giggled.

She seemed anxious for me to hurry up with breakfast, and as soon as she had cleared the dishes she bent over the table without my even asking. Quickly, she pulled up her dress and pulled down her thong, her sweet bottom laid bare for the taking.

“My God,” I thought, “maybe she really did enjoy herself yesterday and was ashamed to admit it.” I pushed away yesterday’s concerns about Bee as politically-correct worrying, and told Bee to hand the butter to me.

She did, and after doing so she placed her hands on her cheeks and spread them for me! God, I was almost delirious with excitement. I caught my breath, and said “Wider Bee.”

She moaned and said, “Yes Miss.”

Spreading her cheeks as widely as she comfortably could, she exposed her pussy and anus to the light and the air and my horny, horny eyes. I took a moment to look at her again: she was so clean.

The fleshy halves of her peach were pulled apart by her slender fingers, and her skin was light and free of blemishes. A small patch of hair at the top of her sex was the only hair she had below her waist. Bee had one of those beautiful self-contained pussies with tight lips and a clit that wasn’t too hidden. The crack of her cheeks from the small of her back and the slit of her sex were like two intersecting lines that met in a bull’s eye at her anus.

Her hygiene was so good, she smelled so fresh, and she was so turned on that I couldn’t help myself: for the first time in my life I leaned Betturkey Güncel Giriş forward and placed a brief, light kiss squarely on another woman’s anus. As beautiful and sweet as her pucker was, I kissed it lightly but could not muster the courage to push my tongue past her rim. She pushed back to meet my face, and I briefly thought If I’m dominating her, she should be kissing my ass…

I pulled my face away and when I drew a circle around her anus with the tip of the butter, she again pushed herself back to meet my hand. And this time — this time I could smell her sex intensely. I leaned forward again and lightly traced my tongue along the length of her pussy, stopping at the top to press my lips to her clit as she moaned. After a moment, I said, “Hand the plug to me, Bee.”

She did, and I felt a tingle between my legs as I said, “Ask for it Bee.”

“Please, Miss,” Bee whimpered.

“Please what Bee?”

“Please Miss, plug my asshole, plug my — oh!” she stopped short and gasped as I pushed the tip of the plug past her ring. As with the day before, I did not hesitate. With gentle but steady force I pushed the plug up her ass, and stroked her pussy with my free hand. She pressed herself back onto the plug and with a silent pop it planted itself firmly between her cheeks. She squirmed, and I pumped the plug back and forth ever so slightly.

“You like it don’t you Bee,” I said.

“Yes Miss!” she whispered.

“How do sluts like it, Bee?” I asked.

“Up the ass Miss!” she said, squirming with apparent pleasure.

“Your my little Thai slut aren’t you Bee?” I demanded, getting carried away.

“Yes Miss!” exclaimed Bee.

I pumped the plug once more. For a moment I stroked her dripping sex, and she seemed closed to climaxing, but suddenly she stood up and said, “Miss, must get juice.”

“Of course Bee,” I said. “You certainly are eager to serve with a plug up your ass.” She blushed in response.

As I read a glossy magazine, she prepared my orange juice. When she brought it to the table, I thanked her, and said, “You seemed to enjoy that Bee. I think I have big plans for you today.”

Bee laughed, openly and happily, in a way I’d almost never seen her laugh. No modesty, just a free and easy, almost American, laugh.

She began to clean the kitchen as I finished the juice. Wild thoughts were racing through my head — she was so turned on by her submission that I knew I could make her my pleasure toy for the day, or the week, or the month. Pushing modesty aside, I decided to touch myself in front of Bee right there at the breakfast table. As she watched, I masturbated and fantasized about her serving me sexually, tonguing me, kissing me, touching me, rubbing me, all the while with the plug firmly planted between her cheeks. I climaxed easily with a moan, and she seemed astonished by the display.

I felt exhausted and sleepy after climaxing; maybe I hadn’t had enough sleep night before?

“Bee,” I said, “I’m going back to bed for a while. Don’t remove the plug until I come back out and I will remove it for you. You are not to take it out yourself under any circumstances. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss,” Bee giggled, and I could see she was flush with sexual tension. I stumbled a bit on my way into the bedroom, the room was spinning, and I decided that a nap was just what I needed, right away, so sleepy…

***

“Miss have pink asshole.”

A voice giggles. Again, “Miss have pink asshole.”

I’m groggy and confused, waking from what feels like a very deep sleep. I blink my eyes: where am I? I move my hand to brush my hair out of my face — but I can’t move my hand… As I wake up, I find I am restrained, face down on my four poster bed. My hands are pulled down between my legs and tied to my ankles, my legs are pulled up under my body, my face is in a pillow and my bottom is in the air. I am naked, hog tied, and dizzy. Behind me, I hear the voice of my Thai maid, Bee, laughing, “Miss have pink asshole,” and she swats my bottom.

How did I get here? Why was I so groggy?

What was the last thing I did? Kissed her ass? No… plugged her bottom? No… drank the orange juice?

And then it came to me — Bee must have slipped Rohypnol, the “date rape” drug, or something similar into my juice when she made it that morning! As with sex, any kind of drug is available in Patpong and Bee must have found some pills when I gave her the afternoon off yesterday.

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but that was about as much as I could move; I was securely bound with what felt like leather straps, and angry. I looked at Bee, and she stood next to the bed in her maid’s outfit, but with a new addition: a huge blue strap-on dildo hung from her waist, peeking from beneath the front of her dress, lewdly swinging to and fro.

“Bee,” I said, “stop this now! Untie me!”

But all Bee said in response was, “Miss, the plug.”

“What Bee?” I asked.

She kissed me gently, and whispered in my ear, “The plug Miss.”

She slowly turned, swinging the strap-on in front of her, lifted her dress, pulled down her thong, and stuck out her bottom. The base of the plug mocked me from between her cheeks. My words from earlier that morning came back to me:

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Claudia was still now. Oppressive afternoon heat had overtaken her. Closed shutters to keep the searing sun away, wearing a skirt so that she could dress whilst waking without thought. Black boned bodice; purple flare……

She pinned up hair, her neck cooler and it would look beautifully deranged lose by evening. Almost naked under white sheets. No disturbing clock: siesta so embedded that she would wake exactly at four. Market traders shuffling in the streets below. Car horns, bicycle bells, all bellowing last urgent attempts to get home for sleep.

The last sense to leave her was smell. Strong coffee brewed for wakening. Lokuum, with its edge of hazelnut and dusted sugar, bought from Europe. Grilled pepper freshly milled into coconut milk; crushed raw onions. Claudia had scoured her hands and arms with lemons just before sleeping. To take away the smell of raw beef and peeled prawn. Because he would eat.

She woke an automaton. Pulled on bodice and dancing shoes, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. Step, skip, make a rhythm of stilettos down three flights of stone and out into the still stifling heat. Careful over cobbles, then a dance across the dust, into the blue smoke of the club. Claudia lent across the bar. Endless rows of cocktails hung with festoons of fruit waiting for her. Drink the first, the second and almost through a third, commanding everyone who saw her. Punters’ mock Betturkey amazement at her theft but none ever complained. Her body filled with warmth as the music began. Beat so beguiling that it was impossible for her to keep still. All eyes turned.

Claudia had three hours. Unbridled curls fell in abandon down her back as she sidled to the centre of the stag. They had put in a pole only a week before. Stainless steel, pristine it went from ceiling to floor, ice-blue in the low lights. Strong and steadfast for her. Claudia slithered around it, her legs entwined and wrapped around it. She could fasten herself to it and hold and balance as if it were him holding her in the air. They could almost see their prize as she stretched her legs wide and arched her back in limbo. As low as she could go she would press her naked body hard into the coldness of the metal.

Money came. They threw it; rolled it; pushed it carefully down the wire of her bodice between the softness of her breasts. Her dancing: all relationship, all expression. Freedom. Just like waking from siesta, when it was over it was over. She stopped. Refreshed herself from the bar, grabbed her shawl. Was gone.

Out into dying heat and falling light. Across cobbles and into the back of a tram. Black bodice; purple voile; dark legs, the shawl wrapped around her head as if in confession. A sense of urgency. The end Betturkey Giriş of the tram line met with a cable car, caught high on steel wire, swinging in growing breezes. Open, exposed, a frail bar to hold her, she got in, artfully matching its constant movement. She faced mountainside knowing he would follow her. The air grew colder, drying the dancer’sweat. Land fell beneath as city edges began to show. The once towering omnipresent encompassing outstretched arms of Christ grew smaller and more human as Claudia soared. At the tree-line half way point she got out.

She crept into the forest, years of leaves providing carpet beneath her feet. The scent of Mama’s furniture polish as the wind intensified. The well worn path that no-one else knew. Snapped branches. Dappled sun. Secrecy prevailed.

Claudia found the clearing. Folded her shawl, took off clothes. Dropped money. Lay on the ground, stretching her perfect body.

Waited. Always. Counted ten for Mama to return. Waited for Christmas, a happy day and good food. Waited for answered prayers. Had waited for him all her life: phone calls, promises to be fulfilled. She would wait as long as he told her to wait. That’s what he had said. Wait until the wind stops.

One leaf clung despite growing in deep shadow, the edges of it a tremor in the breeze. Perfect, unfolded and opened toward her.

She Betturkey Güncel Giriş heard branches crack beneath his feet. Closed her eyes. He took her right foot. Tied it to what she could not tell. Stretched her legs apart. Tied her left foot so that she could not move. He took her arms, pulled them above her head, parted them and tied her wrists. Expertly, softly yet secure. Her back arched. She could not move. No limbo.

Her belly rushed. Her labia began to swell. Her lips pumped as she rolled a wet tongue around the surface of them as if to signal the wetness between her legs. Waves of anticipation arched her back..

She opened her eyes in instinct. No wind. And he was inside her. She was opened and his cock had pressed hard up inside her body, his movements slow and decided. In penetration he paused to press against her clitoris as if he had a woman’s body. In her passivity she felt the full length of his penis going deeper inside her. She could only lay and accept, no resistance. His rhythm grew faster. His mouth around a swollen nipple. Holding each in turn between his teeth and then began to bite her neck. Pain but he knew exactly how to control her need for him. Cool cum pumped into the heat of her vagina. Filling her and making her feel complete.

He untied first her wrists, then her ankles, wrapping his body right around her as if to shield her from the dangers of freedom. Her leaf began to tremble. His cum and the wetness of her orgasm gushing from her body.

They dressed. Sat together, faced each other in the cable car back down into the music of the night. The statue of the outstretched and forgiving Lord dominated the sky-line again. His benevolence always forgave her.

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After shutting down the website, Derek shifted his plans for me to ultimately make even more money off me and eventually get me out of his life.

I cleaned up after all the porn shoots and have to admit, I looked damn hot with my piercings, fake tits and tattoos. Derek had a brother in prison who lead a powerful gang, and decided that I should be a gang member. My duties would be to hook and sell drugs.

First I had to be initiated. Luckily, even though I was a man, I was initiated the way any female member would be — by getting gang banged by the leadership council of the gang. The council had 7 member, assorted leaders of drug distribution, prostitution, security, weapons, money, etc. It was actually run like a normal business, albeit a very illegal business.

I wasn’t to use drugs while working, but they shot me up with heroin for the initiation, then took turns with me. They showed no emotion as one after the other shoved their hot cocks into my mouth and ass. I was used to this, and it actually turned me on to be used like this.

My favorite was Butch, the huge head of security. Butch had played college football and was 6’8″ and easily 300 pounds of pure muscle. He also Betturkey had a cock that was at least 12 inches and so thick I needed both hands to wrap around it. Butch was impressed that I could take his whole hot, throbbing cock in my throat, although as much spit as it took to lubricate the monster, it looked like I had wandered through a carwash afterwards.

I was also amazed at how great it felt to have my ass filled up by this huge blacksnake, after the initial pain the first few times he fucked me. I also loved how violently he used me. He didn’t hit me at all, but he fucked my manpussy for all it was worth, pounding me over and over for almost an hour before unloading huge amounts of cum into my ass or mouth, wherever he wanted.

I moved in with Butch during my training, and hung out with him around the other gang members. Often in meetings he would just pull his cock out and give me a look. I would get down on my knees and crawl to him, then service that huge pole until I was rewarded with his hot love honey.

After about a week of Butch breaking me in, my job started. I had a 2-3 block area in a bad part of town where I would street walk and sell Betturkey Giriş crack. While the goal was to do this without getting caught, the gang really didn’t care as the ultimate ending had me in jail anyway.

I loved walking the street, since it gave me sort of a self worth that people wanted to pay me for sex. And I was HOT, walking around in a tiny skirt, high heel boots and a thin tank top covering my 36C’s. I had a room at the seedy motel where the guys would take me to fuck, and boy did I go through towels fast!

Between the drugs I sold and the money I made hooking, I was bringing in about $10k per week, all of it going directly to the gang. Butch loved my productivity and stopped by occasionally to pound my ass for fun. I sooooooo loved that big black cock.

The job was really perfect for me, as I got to get fucked by so many different cocks. I even gave out some freebies to the cute neighborhood kids that couldn’t afford me. It was so cute how nervous they were, but I taught them that a black man rules over all whites in the bedroom, and by the end of about a week they were slapping me around with their young cocks, double penetrating my Betturkey Güncel Giriş ass, even pissing on me and having me drink their piss.

The first time I got pinched I was scared as hell. I had stupidly walked up to a car with a hot black man behind the wheel and initiated the trick. He was so hot I couldn’t help myself. Looking back, I should have just fucked him for free. Instead he fucked the shit out of my manpussy for hours, and then arrested me for solicitation.

When the gang lawyer showed up to get me out, I was ushered back to the gang’s leadership council. I expected them to be mad, but it was no big deal to them. Butch was even happy to see me and we fucked at his place for the next few days. By the time he was done with me, I could barely walk and my ass hurt for days, but it was a good “hurt”, and I loved having Butch’s huge body on top of me.

After one intense fuck session with Butch, I asked why the gang wasn’t that mad about me being pinched, and he said it was all part of a master plan. As I cleaned my ass juice and shit off that magnificent manmeat, Butch explained that I would probably get pinched another 2-3 times before the state would send me to a real prison, and that I would report immediately once there to the head of the gang in the prison, Derek’s brother.

While I didn’t want to go to prison, and loved worshipping Butch’s cock, I have to admit I have always had a fantasy about being gang raped in prison by superior black men.

To be continued…

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