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Nikki Enslaved Ch. 02

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The doorbell rang.

“Go and see who is at the door Nikki,” I heard Fiona call out. I went to the door, apprehensive. After all, I was allowed to wear nothing but a pair of panties in the house, so whoever was there was about to see my small breasts and erect nipples.

Tentatively, I peered through the spyhole to see a man standing there.

It was difficult to say what he really looked like

through that distorted view, but he was dressed in a suit.

“Great, I thought, I am about to give some salesman the biggest thrill of his year!” I opened the door and swung it wide enough that I could peer around it.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Is Fiona in?” he asked me, his eyes moving from my face down towards my neck and collarbones. He licked his lips. I think he knew that I wasn’t properly dressed behind the door.

“Whom may I say is calling?”

“Dan.”

“Wait here a moment please,” I said to him and closed the door. I went in search of Fiona and found her emerging from the toilet.

“There’s a Dan here to see you Fiona,” I informed her.

“Oh, how lovely,” she exclaimed. “Please go and let him in, then bring him into the lounge.”

I returned to the door and opened it, wide enough this time that Dan would be able to walk in. I felt his eyes travel up and down my body and felt myself reacting to the frank appraisal. Nothing was

said, but Dan stepped into the foyer so that I could close the door.

“Follow me please,” I told him and walked off in the direction of the lounge. A glance over my shoulder ensured that he was following, and also told me that his eyes were at that time, glued to my panty clad bum.

I lead Dan into the lounge where Fiona was sitting on the couch. She stood as Dan arrived and stepped in to hug him.

“Hey there Dan, its so good to see you!” she said.

“Likewise Fiona. I was in town on business and had to drop by.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Scotch?” Dan asked.

“Of course. Nikki, please get Dan a Scotch. On ice, yes?” she said, confirming with Dan. He nodded and I set off for the liquor cabinet across the other side of the coffee table from where he and Fiona had now sat themselves on the couch. “And get one for me too,” she added.

I bent over, keeping my knees straight as I retrieved the bottle from the

cupboard, sure to keep my panty-clad pussy straight at Fiona as I had been told to when retrieving things from low down. Fiona liked my legs and wasn’t one to have me waste an opportunity for her to admire them.

I passed Dan a drink and then gave Fiona hers before she said, “Thank you Nikki, you may sit on that cushion.” She indicated a cushion in the corner of the lounge and I went and sat, legs crossed,

conscious of the fact that Dan allowed his gaze to flick over to me breasts now and then as they

talked.

They had been chatting for about half an hour and I had replenished their drinks a couple of times when Fiona said to Dan after he’d given me another look over, “Do you like my new toy then?”

“Very much, she’s extremely cute, Fiona, you’ve done very well for yourself.”

“Yes, she has learned quite quickly too,” Fiona said and I felt a warm glow at the praise.

“There’s something about those little breasts that keeps drawing my eye,” Dan said. “I can’t quite put my finger on it, because I am usually more into a nice buxom girl like yourself, but there’s something about her …”

“I know what you mean,” Fiona replied, “I was the same at first. Now I take it for granted. After all, she still responds to a good nipple tug.”

“Do you mind if I give it a try?”

“Of course not. Nikki, come here please.” I stood up and walked over to where the two of them sat. “Kneel here.” I knelt before them. Dan reached out and ran a hand across my breast before taking my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled and twisted and I felt a sharp pain shoot

through my breast. I moaned, unable to help myself.

Fiona reached out and pulled on my right nipple at the same time and I moaned again.

“They’re lovely little nipples, aren’t they?” she said to Dan who agreed with her. The two of them continued to play with my nipples for a while and then, suddenly (at least it seemed to me) stopped and resumed their conversation. I simply knelt there, having received no instruction to do anything else.

Then I was asked to fetch more drinks and did that. After delivering them, I hesitated, unsure where I was supposed to return to, kneeling before them or the corner. Fiona must have noticed and instructed me to kneel before them again.

“But take those panties off, I want Dan to see your plucked pussy …” she added when I was half way to the floor. I stood again and pulled my panties down my legs, revealing my smooth, bald mound. Dan sat and admired me, his gaze held to my pussy.

“Well she certainly has a lovely pussy, did you say its plucked?” Dan said, one hand adjusting the crotch of his pants.

“Yes, Betturkey you know how I don’t like hair and shaving stubble is a turn off, so I made her sit there and pluck herself, one hair at a time. It was very enjoyable and I think her pussy looks much better for

it.

“I bet its nice and tight.”

“I don’t know yet, I haven’t allowed her to do anything to her pussy and neither have I since she got here. She has to earn the right to be fucked properly in this house. “It makes her lovely and wet though, ” Fiona added, picking up my discarded panties and showing Dan the wet trail on the crotch.

Their talking about me as if I wasn’t there was starting to turn me on. The whole being treated as an object had at first demoralized me, but now it said to me, “This is your role and you are appreciated. Enjoy it and revel in it.” It was obviously turning Dan on too, because he had an obvious erection in his pants.

“Why Dan, is there something that you need help with?” Fiona asked him as he made to adjust himself. She reached a hand across and stroked his cock through his pants.

“I’d welcome some help.”

“You’d better stand up then,” she said to him. Dan stood and Fiona told me to undo his pants and get his cock out, but not to touch it. I undid his belt and then the button and fly of his jeans which

slid to the floor. He had amazing legs and must have been a cyclist because they were devoid of

hair. His cock thrust out against his boxers, which I pulled off, careful to maneuver them without trapping or touching his cock. It was long and thick and very impressive. I wanted to reach out and hold it, but knew that that would mean more trouble than I could imagine.

Dan sat back upon the couch and Fiona leaned over and began licking along the length of Dan’s cock. I watched her tongue dance gently along the veins and curl around the head. Dan moaned.

“You can play with her tits Dan and you can touch her mound, but don’t touch or penetrate her lips,” Fiona told him before taking his cock well into her mouth. She slid it smoothly up and down his length.

Dan reached out and pulled me closer to him by my right nipple. The fingers of his other hand danced across the smooth skin of my mound, dangerously close to my lips, but never touching them. Then he pulled on my nipples again. Hard. It hurt, he pulled so hard that I was sure that he was bruising them, but I didn’t cry out, just stood there and took the pain, focusing on Fiona with a cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

She stopped and pulled her top off over her head before releasing her bra, her massive breasts spilling delightfully free. She grabbed Dan’s cock and positioned it between her breasts, using her hands to trap it between her mammaries. Then she dribbled spit from her mouth over the top of his

cock and began sliding her breasts up and down his cock, either side of it.

Dan stopped paying me attention and watched as Fiona fucked his cock with her tits. Then she started to work her way up his body with her tongue until she was lying on him with her breasts crushed against his chest and her legs spread to either side of him. Dan pulled on her skirt until it was bunched about her waist. Then he grabbed her pantyhose and ripped them asunder. Fiona wore no panties beneath her hose.

Fiona leaned forward and Dan grabbed his cock, aiming it at her pussy. She pushed back down and slid along his pole, embedding it within her. I stood next to them as Fiona rode up and down on his stiff cock, waiting and wondering what I would get to do. Fiona must have read my mind.

“Come here,” she said to me and as soon as I was close enough, she took a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it avidly as she bounced up and down. Then Dan was pushing Fiona back until they had switched positions and he was holding himself over her, driving his cock into her in a missionary position, his balls slapping against her with each inward thrust.

I heard him grunt and saw him hold himself within, obviously shooting his cum deep inside her, before pulling his cock out.

“Thanks Fi, that was as wonderful as ever,” he said to her.

“Clean him up Nikki, use your mouth,” Fiona said, looking over at me. I knelt down and Dan sat with his legs spread on the couch, his cock not entirely spent, glistening with their combined juices. I used my mouth, sucking and licking on his cock, cleaning him of their pleasure. As I did so, he rose again to a fully erect state and I reveled in having such a large cock to suck.

“Stop Nikki, he’s clean. You need to clean me now. And this time you don’t stop until I cum.” Fiona told me. I moved over between her legs and she slid forward until her butt was hanging on the edge, legs parted for me.

I admired her pussy and applied my tongue gently to her labia, licking and cleaning. Then I saw cum ooze from between her lips and down towards her anus. I chased it with my tongue, having to lick all around and over her puckered hole in order to meet the Betturkey Giriş demands of the task that I had been set. Fiona moaned loudly when my tongue danced over her anus.

I probed between her lips, licking, sucking, cleaning the cum from her and then moved up towards her clit. I ran my tongue across the top and then back down again before circling it around and around. I could see Dan stroking his cock out the corner of my eye as he watched me perform on my

mistress.

I settled into a rhythm and was rewarded when I heard Fiona cry out and her body spasmed with her orgasm.

When she had recovered she told me that I could return to the corner now. I was acutely aware of how wet my pussy was as I made my way back across the room. Dan and Fiona sat and chatted a bit more, neither seeing it as worthwhile to worry about restoring their clothes.

“She certainly is a delightful young toy,” Dan said at one point. “Any chance that I can cum in her mouth?”

“I have another idea. She’s been very good and deserves a reward. Not that good, mind you,” Fiona added when she saw his eyes light up. “Come with me Nikki,” she said. I followed Fiona into the bedroom where she was waiting with a length of cord. She had me hold my arms at my side and tied the rope around me at elbow height so that I could move my lower, but not my upper arms. It was long enough that she was able to wrap it around and around up over my chest, binding my upper arms completely still, leaving enough length that she could lead me by it.

And she did, back out into the lounge where Dan was waiting, several more lengths of cord draped over her other arm.

“Now this looks promising,” Dan said as he watched us approach.

“Kneel down Nikki,” Fiona told me. I knelt down and felt Fiona run another length of cord around the back of my legs. “Now sit back on your heels and then lean forward to put your head on the floor so that your knees are up against your chest.” I did so. The length of cord that was now trapped ehind my knees by my folded legs was brought up over the back of my neck and then tied in front of it. Fiona adjust me slightly.

In the end I had my forearms and lower legs on the ground, folded so that I couldn’t move, my butt pointed out behind me. It wasn’t comfortable and I was hoping that it could only mean that Fiona was going to let Dan fuck me and give me some release.

I was almost that lucky.

“I’m saving this for me,” I heard Fiona say from behind me as a finger ran ever so slowly across my left outer pussy lip. I shuddered with the touch. “But I think that its time that this toy was used alittle. After all, toys are to be played with, not left on the shelf in their wrapper. And so I am going to let you fuck her Dan, right here.”

I felt her finger rest lightly right on the center of my anus.

“Now there’s a gift I’ll be happy to accept,” Dan replied.

“Just let me prepare her for you,” Fiona said. She left the room and came back. The first thing I felt was her tongue, licking lightly around my anus. It was wild. I wanted to respond, but was bound too tightly to do it. Then I felt something cool run across my butt.

Fiona started to rub it into my anus. It must be lubricant I thought to myself. She pushed at my anus without penetrating, running her finger or thumb back and forth across the entrance for a bit until the point where she speared her finger inside me. I gasped as she firmly slid it past the resistance of the ring of my muscle.

She slid it in and out a few times before applying more lubricant and pushing a second finger in with the first. I gasped.

“Ok Dan, do you think you can manage?” she asked, laughing.

“Oh I am sure that I can,” he replied. I felt the head of his large cock resting against my anus. The pressure slowly increased until I could feel him easing within me. I bit down on my lip to stifle any noise that I might make as slowly but firmly he worked his way inside me. I couldn’t believe how big it felt. I wanted to time to adjust, to get ready for what was coming, but wasn’t allowed it. He pushed inside relentlessly and I had no choice but to let him. And then he stopped. He held his cock so far inside me I thought he must have been ready to nudge my tonsils. And then he eased back out. It was amazing.

He pushed again; sliding back in and I felt Fiona dribbling lube on us as we melded together again. It dripped past his cock and my anus to my pussy and I ached to have it touched. Dan started to fuck my arse now and as I adjusted I really enjoyed it, rocking ever so slightly to encourage his invasion of my butt.

I wanted my clit touched. I was on fire. I knew it would only take the slightest touch on it to make me cum like I never had before, but there was nothing I could do to achieve it. And then Dan came, flooding my butt with his seed.

“Thanks so much Fiona,” he offered before heading off for the bathroom.

“”Let me clean you up, Nikki,” Fiona said in his absence. I felt Betturkey Güncel Giriş her tongue lick up the slit of my pussy to my anus where she licked and sucked until there was no cum left.

“Well, Fi, I have to go,” Dan said, returning from the bathroom. “Thanks for such a delightful visit.”

“Anytime Dan, glad you stopped by,” she replied. She walked him to the door. She rolled me onto my side, still bound and then sat down to watch TV.

I lay on the floor, just able to see the TV, facing away from Fiona. I couldn’t turn my head far enough to actually see her. It was inevitable that it would happen and despite my hoping otherwise, I needed to pee.

“Please mistress, I need to go to the toilet,” I said, not expecting to be allowed, but having to ask just in case.

“Well, I am watching the TV and don’t have time to untie you, so you can either hold on until the end of the show or simply relieve yourself. I tried holding on, but to no avail, eventually, before the end of the show, I had no choice but to let my pee go.

When I had finished I was laying in my piss on the floor and was surprised when I sensed that Fiona had moved towards me. I felt her hand caress my hip

and the slide down over my buttock to touch my pee soaked pussy with her fingers. She ran them back and forth along my slit and soon the moisture coating me changed. A finger probed at my anus and slowly worked inside and then, to my complete surprise, one slipped inside my pussy.

I groaned, it was the first direct contact she’d made with my pussy and I suddenly realized just how much I had desired it. Then Fiona was loosening the cords that bound me.

“Come with me, its time we had some more fun.” Discarding the last of the cords I stood slowly from the floor, massaging my body where they’d been secured. I’d been in that position for a good hour or so and stumbled a little at my first step. Fiona led me into the bath room and turned on the

shower.

Fiona ran her hand up and down the side of my body that had been lying in my urine. Her wet hand cupped my breast and then she lowered her head to my nipple and sucked on it. Then she opened the screen door to the shower alcove and stepped in, beckoning for me to follow her.

“Kneel down there Nikki,” she said, indicating the floor in front of her. I knelt on the floor, my face level with her pussy, eyes cast upwards, marveling at the underside of her pendulous breasts.The water was splashing against Fiona’s back and I only managed to get the occasional stray stream as she moved.

Fiona brought her hands to her pussy and spread her lips before me, then leant back slightly. Some of the water now cascaded over her shoulders towards me whilst some ran down between her breasts to her pussy. As I watched, my eyes surveying her beauty and storing the sight away, she began to pee. A stream of warm piss short forth from her pussy and struck me on

the neck. Fiona leaned forward again, watching as she pissed all over my tits.

“Open your mouth Nikki, drink my piss.” I sat looking at her, not moving. “Nikki, that wasn’t a request, it was an order. Drink my piss.” The stream had stopped now, Fiona obviously holding back for a sign of my willingness to comply with her request. She reached out a hand and seized my hair, tilting my head back and stepping over me so that her pussy was only an inch from my mouth.

“Don’t make this difficult, toy. Obviously you aren’t ready for the pleasure that I was going to allow you to have.” I felt her piss hit my lips and kept them pressed together as it flooded over them and down my neck and chest. When she was finished, she stepped away from me and then out of the shower. She reached back in and turned off the water.

I didn’t move because I could sense that the mood had changed. Fiona dried herself slowly and then left the room. When she returned she had the lengths of cord from the lounge. They were noticeably damp. Fiona took one and looped it about my neck before telling me to follow her. It wasn’t tight and I also noted that it wasn’t a slip knot at all, it seemed to simply be defining the relationship between us again. Master and servant.

Back in the bedroom, Fiona told me to get into a doggy position. I did as I was told and she went to her cupboard. After fishing around inside for awhile she came back with an enormous black dildo and a tube of lubricant. She quickly started lubing up my anus with a number of fingers now pushed inside me. Then she moved in front of me and dribbled lube down the huge piece of rubber that she was holding, right in front of my eyes. I had no idea how it was supposed to fit in my butt hole.

I soon found out though as slowly but firmly she pushed it against my puckered hole. I could feelmyself stretching, wider than had ever been done to me before. I was sure that she was going to tear my anus, but she knew what she was doing. It took her 15 minutes to be satisfied with how much of that monster she had in my butt and then she stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped pushing it deeper. I was on my hands and knees and could feel it beginning to slip out again as she released her hold on it. This was quickly stopped though when Fiona tied some cord around it and then around one leg, the other and my neck as well.

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Dear Reader: This is a continuation of a series I began posting several years ago. If you would like the background, please read “Impulse Control 101” and “An Intimate Evening” first. I apologize for not putting these stories into proper chapters, but they’ve mostly been random blurts that had to get out in their own time.

*****

I spent most of the next week nervous, distracted, and extremely horny. Dinner with Mark had left me excited but more than a little embarrassed. I wasn’t sure when my brain had shut off and I’d gotten so cooperative. I kept wondering if the wait staff had any idea what had happened. I wondered if it might happen again. Would I even “let” it happen? My pussy felt sore and abused, but every time I twitched or sat down too hard, I got these amazing little jolts that reminded me of that night.

I thought I should be upset about it, but I kept replaying it over and over again and getting all hot & bothered when I did. It had all seemed very spontaneous, but I couldn’t shake this feeling that it really wasn’t, and he knew exactly what was going to happen from the moment I got in his car.

I hoped to see Mark at my Tuesday lecture class, since he was usually in attendance, but he was nowhere to be found. Wednesday’s lab class was a lesson in frustration. He barely made eye contact with me, never gave me a nod when I thought I had an answer, and basically told me to get lost when I tried to talk to him afterwards. Granted, two of my classmates were totally confused and had asked for help, but all he said to me was “later” with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Maybe he was mad at me. Maybe my behavior really was as appalling as I’d thought, and he was embarrassed too. Maybe, maybe, maybe. I tried my best to distract myself with studying, working on a newly assigned paper for history, and just hanging out with my friends.

Thursday afternoon I saw Mark walking across one of the campus courtyards. I hurried to catch up with him and called his name when I got close enough. He stopped and turned to wait for me, with a smile on his face. Whew! Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. I reached him and just said “hi,” then fell silent, suddenly unsure of what to say or do next. He put his hand out and brushed a stray hair from my face, then brushed his thumb over my lower lip, making me shiver. He chuckled and then looked at me expectantly.

“I, um, wanted to thank you for dinner,” I stammered. “It was very good and, ahhhhh, surprising.” He raised an eyebrow and I felt myself blushing.

He grinned wide. “I enjoyed having you for dinner, too.” His eyes twinkled, and I blushed even more. “Look, I have a department meeting in a few minutes. I can’t tutor you today, but wait for me after class tomorrow. We’ll talk then.”

I nodded mutely. He kissed me on the forehead and headed toward the door, leaving me standing there, blinking. What if I had plans tomorrow? I didn’t but that was awfully presumptive. I tried to gather up some serious resentment and totally failed. What, exactly, did he want to talk about?

*****

I tried, I really did, to pay attention in class the next day. Twice Mark called on me and I had no clue what the question was, let alone the answer. The second time he kindly repeated the question and I managed a half-assed answer at the last minute. Class finally ended and I lingered until everyone was gone.

Mark snapped his fingers, making me jump. He almost smiled but I guessed he was unimpressed by my daydreaming during class. I picked up my books and approached him.

“I’m sorry,” I started. He held his hand up to stop me, and I snapped my mouth shut.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began. “I’m not sure I can tutor you anymore.”

My heart dropped and I blurted out “Why? I can do better! You’ve helped me a lot already.”

“Yes, despite today’s abysmal performance, I think you are catching on. But that’s not the problem. The trouble is I’m not sure I should teach you and….date you at the same time.”

I just stared at him.

This time, for once, he looked uncomfortable.

“Look,” he started, stepping closer to me, “you’re interesting, exciting…I have ideas about you that I’d like to explore, if you’re willing. Dinner last week was great, and I want to find out more about you. I suppose we could have more of those different tutoring sessions, but I don’t think that’s going to be enough for either of us. And I don’t believe it’s correct to mix that with other instruction. I can help you, but it’s going to be difficult enough just being your TA in class. I think you’re on the right track now anyway. Can you accept that?”

I stared at him a little bit longer, not sure what I should say. I had my high school boyfriend back home, but we hadn’t made any real promises. I’d heard all those stories about teachers trading grades for sex, yet here he was, trying to get away from that. So much for getting an “easy A.”

I grinned at him, the thought slipping out. “I guess this means I have to work for my grades then.”

“Oh yes, you’ll definitely Betturkey have to work hard. You’ll be held to a very high standard.”

Why did that sound…dangerous?

*****

He asked me to meet him the next evening at his frat house. He was a sort of ‘house mother’ grad student with his own room on the top floor. I knocked on the front door and a guy about my age answered. He showed me to the lounge and ran upstairs to get Mark. I looked around the cluttered room, hearing trickles of music and deep male voices, and then the squeak of the stairs as someone descended. .

I stood up to greet Mark as he entered the room. He gave me a quick, awkward hug then led me upstairs, telling me not to mind the guys or the mess on the way up. We ascended a wide staircase then turned to walk down a spacious hallway. Doors on either side were randomly open or closed, and a few guys were lounging in one doorway. I got a few stares and a few friendly smiles.

One guy winked and commented that I could always visit him if I got bored with Mark. I grinned and told him I’d keep that in mind, and we turned to climb a narrower, plainer staircase. We made the same trip down another hall, did another flight of stairs, and ended at Mark’s door.

He showed me in and followed right behind me, grabbing my wrist to keep me in place as he closed the door. He turned me toward him, putting both hands up to my face and slowly, gently kissed me. He slid the tip of his tongue over my lips then claimed my whole mouth, probing deeper and harder until he had me moaning into his mouth as I struggled to keep up and kiss him back.

My knees got weak and I clung to his shoulders until he pulled away, ending with an improbable kiss on the end of my nose. He stepped back and waved towards a dark blue, overstuffed chair by the dormer window. I sat on the cozy chair, wobbling slightly as I landed, and he perched on the edge of his bed, facing me.

I struggled to catch my breath and just watched him. He opened his mouth to speak and then stopped, wiping his palms on his jeans and taking a long slow breath.

“Before anything else happens, I need to talk with you,” he began. I smiled at him, murmured an “okay” and waited expectantly.

He took another deep breath and chuckled. “This is more difficult to explain than I’d thought.”

I frowned with concern, how hard could this be? “I’m listening, whatever it is.”

“Well, let me ask you a question, instead of giving you a lecture, for once.” We both laughed. “Tell me what happened with you, exactly, after dessert.”

My turn to be at a loss for words. I could feel myself blushing before I even gathered my thoughts together.

“I….you….ummmm,” I stalled, eloquently, “you were so big and I was so wet, you filled me so fast and it hurt, but it felt so good all at the same time. You gave me time to get used to… you. When you pinched my nipple, it hurt too! You made me jump and it was all too much but I couldn’t get away from you and then…I don’t know! Something just happened and everything I was feeling just melted together and came out good.”

“Did it still hurt?”

“Yes, sort of. My nipple was throbbing but I almost couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. Man, that’s so weird!”

Mark gazed at me for a moment, then leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I held my breath, thinking he was going to tell me to go away, I was too weird for him.

“Now I’ll tell it to you from my side, so you can understand.” He paused and I nodded. “You were very wet and excited when I bent you over, and so willing, and that turned me on. When I entered you, you felt even better than I expected—you were so tight and hot. It took a lot of self-control to not just pound into you and take my pleasure,” he grinned at me, wolfishly. “When you jumped, I was pretty sure of the reason, but your comment about ‘hurts so good’ got my attention. When I pinched your nipple–and your clit, which apparently you didn’t even notice–and threw yourself onto me, I was a goner. You didn’t fight me, didn’t pull away, oh no, you had an orgasm instead…an orgasm strong enough to bring me off, too.”

I felt myself blushing right down to my toes…and I knew I was getting wet from remembering. I looked away, not knowing what to say.

“Look at me,” he said softly. “I loved the way you reacted, there’s nothing to be upset about.”

I looked back, cautiously, afraid to see the look on his face. To my amazement he was smiling.

“I suspect that pain, for you, done in the right way, excites you immensely. I’m sure that sounds wrong to you, but as I told you before, don’t let others judge how you feel. There are people who are just wired that way; it’s like an added flavor.”

I nodded, thinking it all through.

“For others, giving that same pain is just as exciting. It’s not exactly about hurting someone as it is, well, adding sensation, and controlling the experience.”

“Controlling?” I questioned.

Again with that smile. “Oh, yes, Betturkey Giriş definitely. Someone is in charge, deciding what happens next, how far it should go, though ultimately the recipient always gets to say whether it should stop or continue.”

A knock at the door made us both jump. Mark got up and answered, a voice murmured in the hallway, and he turned back to me. “I have a phone call. I’ll be right back.” He slipped out and his footsteps receded down the stairs.

I sat back and sighed. I sort of understood what he was getting at, though I’d never really believed that stuff was true before. I’d read all sorts of stories growing up: cheesy romances, hot stroke stuff in my boyfriend’s magazines, and a few other books here and there.

Girl gets seduced, girl resists, bad guy teases and torments her, and manipulates her into falling for him anyway, because he’s really not so bad after all. Sometimes it was just sex and innuendo; sometimes she was actually captured and tortured in some way. Those stories had always gotten me hot & bothered, way more than the regular ones.

I thought back even farther, to games with my friends as a kid, getting caught and tied to a tree, feeling disappointed when the rope didn’t hold enough, laughing when I escaped but always secretly loving being caught again, especially being held down and struggling.

Then there were those Penthouse stories: girls pissing off their boyfriends and getting spanked, then having really hot sex; people playing at getting tied up so they could be helpless while the other person did whatever they wanted; and the really bizarre ones with whips and stuff that I always ended up looking forward to in each issue. It was something about that sense of helplessness, about having my own body being beyond my control, which really got to me.

Without even thinking about it, my hand slid down to my crotch. I’d soaked through my jeans, no surprise there. A few good strokes and I knew I could cum in about 3 seconds flat.

I heard Mark’s footsteps on the stairs and guiltily put my hands on the arms of the chair. He opened the door and apologized as he stepped inside. I smiled as he sat down again.

“I think I understand,” I started. I told him about all my reading, and some of my thoughts and reactions. I admitted to masturbating like crazy because of them, and even confessed to trying to get my boyfriend to tie me up once or twice, though it never seemed quite as exciting as I’d hoped.

He chuckled at that, and suggested that maybe his heart hadn’t been in it.

“So, yours would be—if I let you?” I asked, giving him a steady look.

He stood up, not saying a word. I watched as he walked over to a bookcase in the corner, opening a cabinet door underneath and reaching down for something. He returned with a pair of leather cuffs.

“Hold out your hands,” he said firmly.

As I did, he held one wrist and then the other, and buckled the cuffs on.

“Stand up.”

I stood and he pulled my arms behind me, attaching my wrists together with a click.

He walked around me and I heard another click, further away. Then he walked back to stand in front of me.

“Now, for all intents and purposes, you’re helpless. Your hands are bound, and the door is locked. Nobody downstairs can hear you. I have the rest of the evening to do whatever I want with you.”

I smiled and said “okay,” and he laughed, shaking his head.

“A willing victim. This gets better and better.”

He took a step closer to me and reached out to pull up my t-shirt. He traced the lines of my bra, and easily found my left nipple. He gave it a quick pinch, making me yelp in surprise. He raised his hand and smacked my cheek lightly, telling me to be quiet. He ran both hands down my ribs to my waist, tracing along the top of my jeans with his fingers, then slid his hands up again, pushing my bra up and exposing my breasts.

He cupped my left breast in his hand and leaned closer to lick my nipple. I tried to stifle a groan as his tongue flicked across the sensitive surface and his hand squeezed tighter and tighter.

“Ow, ow, that’s too hard!” I protested. He stood up and smacked my cheek again, harder.

He returned to my nipple, licking and sucking until I thought I’d melt with pleasure. He suddenly sank his teeth in hard. I yelped again without even thinking and twisted away from him.

He sighed, then took my elbow and guided me over to the side of the armchair, telling me to lean forward over the arm. I gave him a puzzled look over my shoulder, but slowly bent over.

He squatted down and pushed the hair away from my face, looking at me with a slight smile.

“If you join me in this, there will be rules for you to follow. These will be your first, for right now. You will be quiet unless I tell you otherwise or ask you a direct question. You must always answer me truthfully. And, if you’re about to cum, you must tell me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Say ‘yes Sir’ please.”

“Yes…Sir.”

“Good,” Betturkey Güncel Giriş he said, smiling and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Now, since I told you to keep quiet and you failed to do so three times, I will spank your ass three times. You will keep quiet, and you will apologize to me afterwards. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“You understand….what?”

“I understand, Sir.”

He stood up, took a step back then frowned down at me.

“Have you ever been spanked before?”

I blinked in surprise. “Ummm, not since I was little….Sir.”

“In that case, I think your first real spanking should be a proper bare-assed one. Stand up, drop your pants around your ankles, and lean over again.”

I gaped in shock. I thought about protesting about hardly knowing him yet, but realized just how silly that was going to sound. I stared at him pleadingly.

“You have two choices, girl. Tell me you don’t want this, and you can leave. We’ll be done, but I won’t hold this against you in class. None of this ever happened, and you can move on. Or you can do as you’re told, and see what happens from here. It’s your choice.”

I debated for a heartbeat or two, then stood up and asked for my hands to be released. He unhooked them and I shakily opened my jeans, hooked my thumbs in my panties and slid them down. My heart was pounding as I looked at him questioningly. He gestured for me to bend over, and refastened the cuffs again.

He stroked his hand over my back and ass, hovering over my slit as if noticing how hot and wet I already was, then he pushed a finger between my legs, apparently making sure. I could feel myself blushing, even as I started squirming. He applied more pressure, right against my clit, and I reflexively pushed back, hearing him chuckle as I did.

“Are you ready?” he asked, softly.

“Y-y-yes…yes, Sir.”

I got a pat on the ass for that. Then his hand came down, hard. My back arched and I nearly yelped again, but I managed, barely, to keep quiet.

“Good girl. Two more.”

He stroked his hands all over my back and ass again. This time I could feel his weight shift slightly as he brought his hand down. Again, I struggled to keep quiet. Both ass cheeks burned now. I was sure that I could feel each fingertip point of contact.

“Just one more time now,” he murmured, stroking my ass again. I braced myself, and he surprised me by stroking his fingers along the outside of my pussy instead. I moaned and tried to push back against him. He spread my lips apart with his fingers, found my clit, and worked it relentlessly. I squirmed against him and cried out “Oh God, Mark, I’m going to cum!”

He stroked me harder and I writhed against him, peaking just as his other hand came crashing hard against my ass. I went rigid and struggled to keep the scream in my throat. I gulped air and felt the tears sting my eyelids, but by God I kept quiet. My ass burned, my clit throbbed, and I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs.

He stroked me slower, softer, telling me how good I was, how pleased he was, until my breathing settled and I collapsed against the arm of the chair. My shoulders and the backs of my legs burned, and I tried not to cry.

He unhooked my wrists, removed the cuffs, and helped me stand. I pulled up my jeans and he maneuvered me to the front of the chair. I sat down hard as my legs turned to jelly. He wiped away my tears and kissed me softly. Then he stood up, unzipped his fly, and released his cock. A shining thread of pre-cum followed and I stared at it, realizing how very sticky he was. He rested the head on my lips and allowed me to lick him clean, then whispered, “Suck me” as he slid over my lips and into my willing mouth.

Dazed, I took him in and wrapped my lips around his shaft. He wound one hand in my hair and began controlling my head, guiding me. He whispered to relax, and simply fucked my mouth exactly the way he wanted. I tried a few times to actually do something, but each time he would tug on my hair and go back to pleasuring himself.

He continued for long minutes, telling me how good my mouth felt, how much he enjoyed slapping my ass and using me. He told me he would make me exactly what he wanted me to be. His thrusts got shorter, faster, and then he groaned and pushed deep, flooding my mouth with his cum. I moaned and just tried to swallow each powerful spurt. His fingers flexed and gradually relaxed as he softened in my mouth. He pulled his cock free with a wet ‘pop’, leaving my chin sticky. He sighed then stepped back to sit on the edge of his bed.

After a few breathless moments, he asked me how I felt.

All I could think to say was “Wow!” which made him laugh.

“That’s a very, very small taste of what we could discover together,” he told me. “I’m going to get us something to drink and I want you to think about whether you’re willing to continue or not. I won’t hold it against you if you decide to leave. I’ll still be your TA, I won’t be an asshole about grades, and we can both move on. If you don’t run away screaming now, you’re still not locked in to anything, and I’ll explain more of what I want and expect. The bathroom is through that door, if you’d like to use it.” He gestured towards a door I hadn’t even noticed, and then left me to ponder.

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The disgusted girl finally speaks, “Rory! We’re going! Now! And you!” I hear her footsteps approach, her heels clicking on the pavement. I turn my head and I can see her feet, but I cannot bring myself to look up at her. She speaks to me, “You are human filth! You let them do this to you! Nobody made you do this! You’re worse than the men. You’re a disgusting pig! You deserve to be fucked like this, in an alley! I hope you wind up in a dumpster!” Then she turns and walks away. I hide my head, press my forehead against the rough asphalt. I hear a few leave with her, but I can’t tell how many.

I can hear you speaking a little way off. It sounds like you’re on the phone. I lift my head from my arms to look. You are. You say goodbye to someone and turn off the phone and come back to me. You smirk down at me.

“Well she was right about one thing, you are a pig. No question about that. Do you agree?”

I try to say, Yes, but the panties muffle my voice. You chuckle and crouch down. You grab my hair and lift my head and pull the lacey cloth from my mouth, “What was that?”

“Yes Sir,” I say.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir, I’m a pig.”

“Mmmm, yes indeed you are,” You lay your hand on the soft, taut flesh of my ass. It feels heavy and warm and strong. I shiver with the pleasure of your touch. I feel it slide down, between my open legs. I feel your fingers slide up the slick lips of my pussy. I moan.

“Do you like being called a pig, slut?”

“Yes,” I confess, “I do. I like being called a pig.”

“That’s because in your heart, you know what your are, don’t you? You’ve always known, haven’t you? You just needed me to show you.”

“Yes Sir.” My voice is a strained squeak. Your hand continues to pleasure me, your first two fingers deftly rubbing my clit while your thumb slips into my cunt, so wet and silky. The soft muscles close in on your finger, offering gentle resistance, almost suckling it. My breath is heavy and ragged. I want to beg you to fuck me right there and I struggle to remain silent.

You hold your phone in my field of vision. I can see the lens of its camera, big and black. “I want to film this,” you say, “I want to record your abject humiliation. What do you think of that?”

“Oh Sir,” I whimper, unable to speak further. I think about where a video might end up, who might see it. Anyone might see it. Everyone might see it. Everyone would know what I am, the things I did. My life could be ruined. I feel a knot twist deep in my belly at the thought of it. It could be a complete abdication of my life. I would be yours if you did this. You would hold it over me for the rest of my life. You could make me do anything you wanted. Anything.

“What was that, cunt? Would you rather we all just go home? Have you decided that you deserve a bit of dignity, after all?” Your hand slips away from my pussy and I cannot help a little wail of disappointment. You trace your finger up my back, and I moan again at the sensation, my skin tingling at your touch, feeling the wet trail cool and dry.

“Please,” I gasp, “Don’t stop, please Sir. The camera. Do it. Film it. I want it.”

You make a rich, throaty noise of pleasure, and you hold the camera up. I look at it for a moment and then look away.

“So tell me, slut. What are you? What do you deserve?”

“I’m worthless trash, Sir. Warm meat for men to fuck. I deserve to be fucked and used by men for their pleasure, and then thrown away like garbage.” I stare at the pavement. I can scarcely believe the words that rush through my mind and fall from so easily my lips. I humiliate and degrade myself for you. Nor can I forget the audience I’ve attracted, the men, the strangers–I’m no longer even sure how many–waiting to shove their cocks into me, and now the camera, and whomever you decide should see me. I tell them, too. I tell them all.

And then you present your hand to my lips. I open my mouth and suckle your fingers, lick them clean. I can taste the musky flavour of my own arousal on your hand. And when you’ve decided I’ve cleaned them well enough, you wipe the remaining wetness on my cheek, and speak again.

“Tell me, cunt, do you think that garbage like you deserves to hold its head up above the ground?”

I look at the asphalt. It is dry and rough. My knees and elbows are already stinging. But you are right. My head belongs on the ground, my face to the earth. “No, Master,” I say quietly, and I match my position to my words. I turn my head and press my cheek to the hard ground. I see you above me, holding the camera over my face.

“Give me your hands, cunt. I’m going to tie them behind your back.”

I have to shift my position further, widen my knees, rest weight of my body onto my shoulders. My neck is bent uncomfortably, my face pressed against the asphalt. My nipples, hard and sensitive, touch the ground and I sigh. You grab my arms and pull them together roughly, without any thought Betturkey to my comfort. I feel you tie my wrists together, tight. The material feels thin, lacey. My panties.

I feel more helpless and exposed than I ever have in my life. And I am so ashamed. I’ve consented to this at every step, to being stripped naked, offered to strangers. I knelt down and sucked the cock of two men who happened by. I put my face on the gound. I raised my naked ass in the air and offered myself to any man who would put a cock in me. I am a slut. I am garbage. Tears spring to my eyes, and my breath shudders. And yet I am achingly horny. I crave to feel the men there grab me and take me and use me, to make me cry out until my voice is hoarse, to pass me from one to the other until they are all spent inside me. And most of all I want you. I want to feel your boot on my neck and your spittle in my face. I want to taste your come and have it in all my holes. I want you to grab my hair and shove your cock into my ass, to take your pleasure from me and give none back in return. I want the pain of your presence to conquer me, to consume me. I want to beg you for my own pleasure, to plead with you.

I see you stand back up, into my field of vision and tower over me, recording my humiliation. You look in my eye and smile. I’m equally horrified and excited at the thought that perhaps you’ve read my mind.

“You were wrong about what you deserve, cunt. You do not deserve to be fucked. A pig like you doesn’t deserve to be fucked at all.”

I feel a new, cold horror creep upon me. Would you leave me, now? Like this? Desperate and unsatisfied? “No, no, please…” I hear my own voice, whimpering, pleading, “Sir, please…” I hear one of the guys behind me laugh, nervously.

“No? You think you do deserve a big, fat, cock up your wet cunt?”

“Please, Sir, oh please,” I beg, nearly weeping, “I don’t deserve it. I know I don’t. But, please Sir, please! I want it so badly, please” I’ll do anything you ask, anything you want, Sir, please.”

“Do you think these men here should kneel on the bare ground to stick their cocks into your cunt, cunt?”

I’m confused, lost in desperate heat. I nearly weep in agonized frustration. Then my dress, I see it in your hand, a crumpled ball. You let the ball fall open. “My dress,” I plead, “Use my dress to cover the ground. Please, please, Sir.”

You step outside my field of vision. I feel a waft of lightly blown air cool the wetness between my legs, and then the material of the dress tickles at my calves, my clothing a mat for men’s knees, so they can fuck me undirtied by the ground.

And then your voice, full of contempt and amusement, “She’s all yours, guys.”

And then the first one, oh god, the first man. I hear the jangle of his belt, and I feel his presence behind me. He puts his hand on the cheek of my ass and I moan, helpless. And I feel him press his cock up against my eager pussy and I moan again.

“You want it, slut?” he asks. His voice is mean and taunting.

“Oh,” I whimper. I had always liked men who talk dirty, and now, stripped of all irony or playfulness, I like it even more. I feel a surge of arousal. I’m powerless. If he got up and walked away, I would beg him, and beg the others. I beg him now, and I can hear the edge of pathetic desperation in my voice, “Oh yes, please, oh please, I want it. I want it.”

“Bitch!” he says. He pushes my ass down, to give himself better access. My knees slip wider apart, grinding roughly on the asphalt. And then he pushes his cock in. I moan, feel him sink into me, feel him fill me. He grips my hips and starts to fuck me. I gasp with each thrust, desperately seeking my own pleasure, nearly powerless to reach it. He is in control over my body. His hands grab at my hips, moving me where he wants. He shoves his cock into me, his rhythym picking up, chasing his own orgasm. I moan, voicing a mixture and frustration. He’s so close to where I need him to be, so close. He’s fucking me harder, now, shoving my body into the hard ground, grunting with the effort of it. My pussy makes wet noises, his flesh slaps against mine. With a groan he slows. A moment later he comes, going still for a moment, gripping his fingers deep in the soft flesh of my hips.

And then he pulls out and I feel so empty, still desperately craving the feeling of a man inside me, frustrated, aching for release. “More,” I whimper, “Please more..” even as I feel the presence of another man behind me, hear another buckle loosen. I am passed off to the next man to fuck.

He slides his cock into me without ceremony, only a groan of pleasure. “Jesus you’re a sweet pussy!” he sighs as he begins to piston in and out. He is soon moving quickly, shoving himself into me with no more concern for my pleasure than the first guy. I’m just a pussy for him to fuck. Why should he care what garbage like me wants, though I squirm and try to control Betturkey Giriş my pleasure with my breath and moans.

He shifts a little and there it is. He’s found it, sliding his cock just where I need it. “Yes!” I cry, “YES! YES! Like that! OH! OH!” I’m so close, so close to the brink. My voice rings in the alley. People will hear from the street but I don’t care. I want only to come. But before I do he pulls out from me. He gasps and I feel semen fall on to my ass and back and start to cool and drip. I’m gasping, nearly weeping with frustrated pleasure as a third man kneels down behind me. My pussy aches, and I can feel wetness dripping between my thighs.

He slaps my ass, hard enough to sting. “Shut up, cunt!” he says. I bite my lip. He grabs my ass and lifts me. He’s taller than the other two. He grabs the cheeks of my ass and kneads them before taking me, enjoying my soft flesh. I sigh and he slaps me again, hard enough that I cry out. “I said shut up!” I shut my eyes and my mouth.

Finally he puts his cock where I need it so badly. I feel the heat and shape of the head press at my hole, and then he shoves it in, hard, until his belly pushes against my backside. He’s bigger than the other two. The force of his movement shoves my whole body forward, pushing my face and shoulders against the pavement. I cannot help a muffled cry from my throat, almost a growl, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He begins to fuck me roughly, fast and hard, holding me above my hips, his large hands around my waist, pulling me back against him. I’m a ragdoll for him to fuck, a toy, a warm, wet thing to stick his cock into. He grunts a little each time he pistons into me, his hips slapping against my ass. My pussy is so wet, it slurps his cock noisily. He’s hitting me right where I need it, right there, and I can feel my body edging closer, closer, so close. But then, pushing deep into me, he pauses and shifts position. He rises a little, angling himself above me. His hands press down on me. One hand slides up my back, to my shoulder, the other to the crook of my waist and my leg. He fucks me like that, shoving me down into the pavement, ploughing me. My knees slide further apart. I cry out, pleasure given a sharp edge of pain. And then he slows, drawing his cock slowly out, and back in with tantalizing deliberation. A few slow pumps and he shudders, his cock spasms inside me, spurting come. With final gasp he draws out of me. I feel come fall as far as my shoulder, my hair.

I’m gasping, crying, “More, please, oh please, more, more..”

“Listen to the little cunt beg for it,” I hear your voice, behind me. Then your hand is in my hair, pulling me up to my knees and then to my feet. It hurts and I cry out, struggling to get my feet under me. You do not relent until I am standing, and then you pull my head back, force me to look up at the camera you hold before me. “Did you come slut? Tell it to the camera.”

“No,” I snivel, “No, please I want to please.”

You hand off the camera to one of the guys, and then your hand is on my tit, filling your hand with my soft flesh, and I moan. You pull at my nipple, pink and round like a gumdrop. You pull and twist, pull and shake, sending electric shots of pain and pleasure through me, and I whimper.

“You like that, pig?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!”

From your pocket you draw a pair of wooden clothespins. “Oh god, yes!” I gasp, “Yes, please! Please!” You pin the clips, one to each nipple. They sting sharp.

And then you’re unbuckling your pants. My mouth waters in anticipation. You pull my head down, forcing me to bend at the waist, pressing my cheek against your half-hard cock. It’s so warm against my cock. The pins make me hyper-aware of my tits swaying underneath me. You grab your cock and shove it into my mouth. I suck it eagerly, craving the taste of you.

“Get it good and wet, pig. Get it real slick. It’ll be going in your pretty, little ass.

My lips slide up and down the shaft of your cock. You control the rhythm, your strong hand in my hair, clenched tight against my scalp, directing me. I press my tongue against the shaft, slurp and suck greedily, letting saliva drip from my lips, wetting you. I relish the salty flavour of your skin. I feel your cock stiffen and grow in my mouth and I moan, thrumming it with lips. I ache to feel you inside me. The man holding your cell phone comes around to the side, getting a better angle to see your use of me, to see you face-fuck me, to see my aching tits swing heavily underneath me.

The bulbous head of your cock presses against the back of my throat, and then you pull my head forward, sliding your cock in, cutting off my air. You pull until my nose presses against your belly. My eyes water, my body convulses, demanding air, but you are merciless, holding me tight as my throat tries to swallow your cock, milking it with its slick grip.

You moan just a little, Betturkey Güncel Giriş almost a grunt, and then pull me off, gasping. You whirl me around like a plaything and pull me close, one arm around my waist, pulling my hips against yours, the other over my shoulder. I can feel your cock against my backside, pressing and sliding against the soft, fatty cheek of my ass. Your hand grabs my tit. You twiddle the clip between two fingers, piercing me with jabs of pain.

Your voice is soft and low in my ear, “Tell me, slut, when that bitch said you’d wind up in a dumpster, how did that make you feel?”

I gasp. My eyes grow wide. My belly feels like a hollow pit. If I lie, will you know it? But if I confess the truth, where will it lead? But I cannot lie. My body has already answered. My face and chest flush, my pussy gushes. I can smell it, and you can, too. Your other hand slides down between my legs, fingers slipping between the tender folds, so slick. You smile. You know the answer to your question, but I cannot speak the words.

I feel your cock pressing between the cheeks of my ass, seeking the tight bud. It feels huge, far too big. “No answer?” You pull my hair, yanking my head back, and shove your fingers up my pussy in a single moment. I cry out, pleasure given a sharp edge of pain. And then you press your cock up against my tight bud.

I stare at the camera, filming you take me. The man holding it, the man who fucked only moments ago, is nearly drooling. I wail, trying to stay relaxed as you sink your cock into me. You fill me, invade my poor body. Both of your hands are working, the one over my tit pulling and toying with the clip pinching the nipple, sending electric shots of pain through me, even as the other slides into my pussy, your thumb pressing and teasing the clit. And me, tied and helpless, flesh pressed into your hands, soft meat to fuck.

You groan and start to piston your cock, sliding it in and out of my ass, going in deeper with each thrust. You use your hand at my pussy for leverage, pulling me against you, mixing the pain of your inward thrust with delicious pleasure. Your other hand slides away from my tit, around my back to grab at the nape of my neck, to push me down and hold me in position. Your hand feels so big, so strong. You pull me back against you, rough and fast and I cry out. It hurts, but you hardly care. You’re no longer fingering me any more. You’ve clasped your hand to my hip, the better to move my body where you want it. You use me for your pleasure, make me your thing.

The man with the camera crouches to get below me, to capture my humiliation from the best possible angle. I look into it and imagine the shot, bent over the camera, my mouth open, shoulder pulled back, my tits swinging, capped by clothes-pins, roughly fucked in the ass. Your pace quickens, grows in urgency. Your hips slam against mine making a loud smacking noise. I cry out. My voice has grown hoarse, my throat sore. Your hands grip me tightly at the neck and on my hip. You pound me until my vision starts to darken and sparkle, and my head feels light. I can barely stand, held up by you. And then you grab my hair, yank my head up. Your pace slows, pumping deep, long strokes. And then you grunt and I feel your cock spasm.

And then you pull out. Again I feel so empty, and still I haven’t come.

“On your knees, bitch.”

I go to my knees. It feels almost like home. You come around to face me.

“Clean me.”

Your cock is filthy, but I obey without hesitation. I sink to another low, eagerly cleaning my own filth from your cock. When you decide I’m done you push my head off and wipe yourself on my hair.

“You haven’t come, have you pig?”

A sob escapes my throat and I shake my head. Your hand is swift, punishing me.

“With your voice, cunt.”

“Sorry Sir, sorry!” I babble, “I haven’t come, Sir.”

“You’d better get to work then. The car will be around in a minute. If you haven’t come by then, you don’t get to come along.” You gesture the other two men with your hand and they come around to stand behind you.

And so I put on another show for the you and the three men. The one still holds your phone, recording every instant. I spread my knees and masturbate while you watch me. I feel so pathetic, so exposed, but god, oh god, I want it so bad. My hand is electric and a make a muffled moan the moment I touch my clit. It feels so big and so sensitive. I close my eye and begin to play, my breath picking up, but your voice interrupts.

“None of that, cunt! Open your eyes and look at the camera!”

I do. I gaze into the unblinking eye and perform for everyone who might see. My fingers rub my clit, moving faster, finding the spot I need so badly. My voice hitches with little moans. I grab at my tit and toy with one of the pins, mingling pain in with the pleasure, giving it a sharp edge that heightens the sensation. My voice rings out. I squeeze both tits together so that I can tease both clips at once, rubbing my clit hard and fast. And then the world lights up. My body shudders and I cry out, loudly. A car has turned into the alley, its headlight flooding the alley. It is like the light of heaven as I come.

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Malik ran his hand over the file and opened it……..

Malik opened the file and he was greeted with a passport photo of Salina half smiling to the camera. She had her hair pulled back and her face void of any trace of make-up, apart from a touch of gloss on her full lips. Malik’s eyes wandered there for a few more seconds. He flipped through the pages and quickly scanned them. He found that Salina was twenty three years of age, she was an only child, she was studying for her masters to become a marriage therapist, she grew up in different foster homes, no criminal records, not even for the tiniest of crimes. Malik also found out that she worked part time at a restaurant called ‘Sunshine Dining’.

Malik was anticipating his next move when he got a call, he looked at the caller and he contemplated ignoring it for a few seconds then he just gave up and answered it.

“Hi Bianca?”

“Hey sexy, guess what I’m wearing?” Bianca seductively whispered down the phone.

Malik was tempted to roll his eyes; he was not in the mood to start guessing games.

“Mmmhhhh…. I don’t know Bianca, insight me”, Malik said with a sigh.

“Why don’t you come home and find out, I’m lonely without you Malik. I’m keeping the bed warm for you”, Bianca continued in her seductive ‘come-get-me’ voice. She must have read his mind because she quickly added. “Alima your maid let me in, can you believe I had to wait donkey years to get in because she was out doing errands, see, if you could get a key cut for me I wouldn’t have to stand outside for so long like a prostitute waiting for a client”.

Malik tightened the grip on his phone. There she goes again, from seductive to whiny; I swear this girl has multiple personalities, Malik quietly thought.

“I’ll see you when I get home, night night sexy” Malik quickly added to avoid probing questions about her getting her own key to his house. He seriously needed to dust her off, she was getting too comfortable for his liking, fair enough she’s a sex-goddess, she did the most unimaginable things in bed and she had a lovely pair of jugs, even though they were fake. She glosses magazine covers for ‘nuts’ and ‘zoo’. But that was just in his genetic makeup, once a girl gets too clingy, he dusts her off. This one had to go too, before she got the wrong end of the stick.

“See you baby!” Bianca exclaimed.

Bianca put down her phone and tightened her barely there nightgown to cover her nakedness underneath it in anticipation for Malik. She bounced off the bed and smoothed down her shoulder length blonde mane. She dashed for her night bag and reached for her pleasure toy, she has needed this lately since Malik has been working very long hours these past weeks. ‘I really hope he’s not avoiding me’, she wondered. When she met him at an exclusive club just over a year ago, she knew exactly who he was. She knew that there will be a very wealthy first in line heir to the throne prince in attendance and she had dressed to kill. She pulled out all the stops to get his attention. When she laid eyes on him, she knew that instant that he was the most talked about prince. From all the guys she’s been with in the past, and to be honest, there has been a lot. She had never seen anyone quiet like Malik. He was so striking that her breath caught in her throat when her sea blues met his emerald greens. In her six inch heels, he towered over her and had a commanding presence about him. She didn’t know whether to curtsey, bow or shake his hand, she just stood there, dumbfounded. Malik took her out of her misery and gave her the sexiest smile and extended his hand “Hi I’m Malik”. From that day she has stuck to him like glue, and made sure he stuck by her side by giving him the best sex known to man. Malik is the best lover she’s ever known and he’s up for it almost every day, just hearing his voice over the phone is enough for her to start wanting to do dirty stuff to herself, but these past weeks it’s only been once in a while as if he’s avoiding her. ‘I hope he hasn’t found another bitch to mess things up for me’, ‘I have worked too hard for this’, Bianca furiously thought.

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“Hey Sal, table three wants two sandwiches and a coffee to go”, Bradley ripped off the order from his mini ordering pad and stuck it on the ordering board.

“I’m on it Brad”. Salina tucked the few stray hairs away from her face and put her text book aside, the finals were a week away. She knew she had revised sufficiently and she was a bright student, but that did not stop the nerves, these being the last exams she’ll ever have to write. Salina quickly prepared the order and placed it on the counter for the other waitresses to take the order to the designated table. Salina looked around, it was morning so the place was not too packed, apart from a few people here and there, but what caught Salina’s attention was an overdressed big guy in an expensive looking suit, he was sitting in the back end of the restaurant pretending to be reading a newspaper. Salina Betturkey just ignored the weird scenario the first time because despite the fact that they hardly got any customers who were so nicely dressed in their restaurant, he maybe wanted a change of environment from his probably exclusive restaurants he frequently went to.

The second time Salina got a bit wary as the following day, the same guy came again, he sat in the same spot and ordered the same food, and he left late in the afternoon when her shift and Bradley’s shift was about to end. The third time Salina voiced her suspicions to Bradley; he laughed it off and joked that the guy was probably addicted to their bangers and mashed potatoes. The fourth day, the guy did not turn up and neither did he on the fifth day. Salina was assured that the weird looking guy in the suit had left, and she was relieved for her and Bradley’s safety.

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“Your highness, Bruno’s here to see you”, Raom buzzed over the phone.

“Send him in Raom”.

“Bruno, what do you have for me?” Malik asked leaning back in his chair whilst signalling for Bruno to take a seat.

“Everything’s here your highness….. I mean Malik”, “She works at a restaurant called sunshine dining, and she comes in at 8:30am and leaves at 4:30pm, here are some pictures I took of her leaving work with her work mate” “Oh, and they have the best bangers and mash known to man”, Bruno gave a lop sided grin as if enjoying himself in his own little food haven.

Malik shuffled through the pictures, but he stopped on one, one with Salina laughing, her head thrown back on the headrest in a car on the passenger’s side, with her work mate smiling in the driver’s seat. He guessed this guy was the source of her laughter, all of a sudden he did not like this guy, he wished he was the one making Salina laugh like that. Malik shoved the pictures back in the envelope and thanked Bruno for his services and tipped him. Malik decided that he really had to meet this girl and get her out of his system; she was invading his every thought when he was awake as if it’s not bad enough she was invading his dreams too when asleep. What was so special about this girl?

Malik leaned back in his chair and gently massaged his temples, all this evidence of his target presumably having a boyfriend might make things tougher than he had previously thought, and to pile it on, this morning was not very eventful either. Malik knew that Bianca was never going to be an easy one to get rid of, especially she’d gotten used to being around him for awhile. She called him all names under the sun she could think of, she chucked stuff at him and swore that it was not the last he’ll be hearing from her. She had to be lifted off his property by his security.

Malik sighed and briefly shut his eyes; he had to think strategically to get Salina. First he was going to have to meet her, woo her and then get her out of his system in as short a time as possible so she won’t become clingy like Bianca. He had to quench his lust for her.

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“Shaz!! This is too loud, I can’t hear myself think!!” Salina was trying to talk as loud as she could over the loud club music and noise, to no avail.

“What was that?! I can’t hear you” Sharon screamed right back.

Salina pulled Sharon to the nearest ladies toilet. As soon as the doors shut behind them, it was like entering another world, a world of tranquillity. Salina looked around and spotted a comfy leather sofa on the far side of the room. Salina was surprised that a toilet, let alone one in a club could have a very comfortable leather sofa, but then again this was no ordinary club, it was a popular club among the elite, all the famous faces and London’s well to do were found there.

Sharon had snagged an invite from her latest boyfriend and had conveyed a message to him that a friend might like to come too and it might be an opportunity for him to meet her dearest friend. Salina had been trying to pry information from Sharon about who this boyfriend of hers was to invite her to such an exclusive club for the past two days, but her lips were sealed. Salina tried listing all the famous hot shots she could think of and even some of Sharon’s famous exes. But still Sharon would not let up. This invite was such a surprise to Salina; she was informed two days ago that they will be going to an exclusive club to celebrate her finishing her exams and her resignation from the exotic dancing scene.

Salina looked over at Sharon rummaging through her clutch bag looking for lip gloss; this girl cannot survive without her gloss.

“Shaz, I really don’t understand what we are doing here. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the thought, but a quiet night with you snuggled on my sofa eating cheese balls, popcorn and watching a movie would have been more than enough, it’s not too late you know, we ca…..”

“Sal? Shush” “How many times in however long I have Betturkey Giriş known you have you ever gone out with abandon and just enjoyed life?”

“Uhhmmm…”

“That’s right. Never. Live vicariously for once Sal. Every time you are either in your books, juggling two jobs or by the end of it you’re just too tired to go out. This time around there’s no excuse”. Sharon smiled at Salina in the mirrors whilst applying her lip gloss.

Salina got up and tried pulling her dress down, it was a mid-thigh satin tube dress, salmon pink in colour with cups for cleavage at the front. Salina liked the dress because it was comfortable, despite being too short for her liking, but it was far safer than some of the other dresses Sharon pulled out in the shops for them to try on. She finished the outfit with black stilettos and a black clutch bag and some pearl studs on her ears and a pearl bracelet. She walked up to the mirror to stand next to Sharon and started spraying her perfume, and rearranging her hair that fell loose in layers, frankly, she would rather be laying down with a character novel or watching ‘The Weakest Link’, but Sharon was right, she needed to go out there and embrace life, plus she didn’t want to be a party pooper and disappoint Sharon, after all Sharon went all out for her and invited her here, the least she could do was show her gratitude.

“Babe? You look gorgeous! Stop scrutinising yourself like that, Sal, you biting your lip always means you’re thinking too much, you’re so easy to read”. Sharon laughed her whole heartedly laugh, her laugh has always been so infectious. They both started laughing like naughty school kids. They were so much alike, yet so different. Sharon was the loud one of the two and stood five feet eight inches while Salina was the quiet one when you first met her and she stood five feet five inches. Sharon had blonde hair in a pixie hair cut and Salina had her hair in layers and hers was jet black. Two very different peas in a pod.

“Are you done babe?” Sharon asked.

“Almost done hun”. Salina quickly checked her lip gloss and they stepped out into the deafening room.

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“She’s to die for Malik, she’s just perfect” Akil excitedly informed his friend for the millionth time that night.

“I bet she is Akil” Malik lazily smiled as he downed his drink. His eyes scanned downwards at the dance floor as the music blared through the speakers. The top section he was sitting in was giving him good access to all the eye candy he could feast his eyes on, but tonight was not his night, he did not want to come out tonight. He would have rather stayed at home and watched programmes Alima recorded for him of that mean old lady who’s always rude to her contestants, he can’t remember the name of the show but he always watches it when he’s visiting England.

Malik felt as if whenever he scanned the dance floor, he was looking for someone, as if he expected her to materialise right on the dance floor, he was seriously loosing the plot. It’s been almost two weeks since he last saw her, apart from the occasional snap shots of her since then, from Bruno. There goes again, why does he think he can see her on the dance floor, when she’s probably at home knackered and asleep, she had her last exam this afternoon and she resigned from her exotic dancing a few days back. And this club was a members club…. He seriously needed to catch up on sleep instead of staying up all night touching himself to images of her. He silently chuckled and shook his head.

“Malik? Are you listening to me?” Akil asked looking a bit concerned for his friend who was chuckling to himself.

“Yeah. I’m good Akil, so when am I going to meet this mysterious lady of yours whom you’ve been bleeding my ears for?” Malik asked slapping his friend on the back as they stood and grabbed their drinks to stand and get a better view of the dance floor. Akil’s eyes roamed the slightly packed dance floor and scanned the area for his mysterious lady.

“There she is” Akil pointed to a slim blonde with a pixie haircut dancing next to a friend….

“Malik, don’t you think she’s hot……..” As Akil continued talking Malik could not hear anything else after spotting her, his Salina. Malik seemed to be mesmerised, she was swaying to the rhythm, her hips and her small waist swaying from side to side, and her hands thrown up in the air whilst she lightly dipped and kept swaying, she looked like an Egyptian belly dancer. She then held her friends’ hands as they sang the lyrics and they started giggling. He was not losing the plot after all, it really was her. As if on cue the girl with the pixie haircut looked up and she waved at Akil and gave him a wide grin.

“I’ll be right back Malik” Akil was going down the steps and beckoning them over. By the time they arrived at their table, Malik was seated trying to play it cool. As soon as they arrived, he stood as the introductions were made.

“Sharon, meet my friend Betturkey Güncel Giriş Malik. Malik meet my girlfriend Sharon” as soon as the name Malik was mentioned, Sharon knew who Malik was, she was so thrilled she was meeting a real life prince, she was trying to convey her discovery to Salina telepathically, but it sure as heck wasn’t working, as Salina looked oblivious. But she did seem to be stealing a few glances at Malik, and so was he, is this chemistry Sharon was sensing? She sure hoped so.

“Uhhmm, Akil, this is my friend Salina. Salina this is Akil” they shook hands and said their pleasantries. “Malik, errrmm…. Do you mind if I call you that?”, “no please, I don’t mind, that’s fine by me”.

Salina was wondering, ‘that’s his name after all, why would he mind… Sharon can be blonde sometimes’.

“Malik, this is my best friend Salina. Salina this is Malik”. Malik extended his hand and shook her hand and he gave her the sexiest smile. Malik was thinking that she is even more stunning in person and her hand felt so delicate and warm, he wouldn’t mind his hand being glued to her like this for eternity.

Salina has seen sexy men in her life, but this man was beyond sexy, it was not helping that he had to smile at her like that, why was her heart beating so fast? She was trying to assess how old he was, seeing that Sharon said that his friend Akil was twenty six, he looked around the same age. His eyes really drew her in, she could not tell what colour they were from the flashing lights, his lips were perfect, they were not too full and not too thin, and the bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top lip. Oh my goodness was I still holding on to his hand or was it the other way round….?

Salina gently let go of his hand and they all sat around the mini table on the comfy leather sofas, they all chatted for a while whilst having a couple of drinks. Salina observed that Malik and Akil’s friendship was like hers and Sharon’s friendship. Akil seemed to be very animated and talkative, whilst on the other hand, Malik seemed quiet reserved and seemed to be laid back.

“Guys, we’re just hitting the dance floor for a few minutes, are you cool Sal?” Sharon bent down and asked Salina the last part. “Yeah I’m good hun” Salina replied, she quickly gave Sharon a peck on the cheek to assure her that she was fine. Sharon left for the dance floor with Akil in tow.

Malik shifted a little closer to Salina on the sofa. Mmmhhh…, he smells good, Salina thought.

“We can follow them on the dance floor if you want?” Malik said.

“Oh, I’m good thanks, I’m still recovering from my previous dance” Salina said whilst smiling at Malik.

“You’ve got very good dancing skills, I saw you earlier on the dance floor” Malik said, trying to sound normal, as if the mere thought of her dancing on the dance floor earlier on was not making him imagine her in different sexual positions at that moment.

“Why thank you Malik, I can show you more of my dance moves later on” was it her speaking or was she strangely invaded by some seductress? She guessed the few drinks she had earlier plus the one she was nursing must have made her tongue a little light. She’s usually the shy type; she’s always been, even after a couple of drinks. She guessed she was feeling comfortable around Malik. She did take quite a while warming up to people, but with Malik, she felt as if she had known him for a long time, hence the loose tongue.

“Is that a promise?” Malik was now whispering in her ear, his voice went down an octave.

Gosh, how to get out of this one, Salina silently thought.

“Malik darling, didn’t know I would find you here…”

Salina looked up and was faced with one of the most stunning women she had ever seen. She looked as if she had just walked out of a celebrity air brushed magazine, because she seemed flawless, from her creamy skin, shoulder length blonde hair, large breasts and the shortest dress Salina had ever seen on anyone, she was sure that if the woman took a step her goodies will be on display for everyone to see. Thank god she looked up when the woman was already standing in front of her and Malik. Salina glanced at Malik and he seemed visibly irritated.

“Of course you didn’t know you would find me here Bianca. What can I do for you?” Malik said.

“Was just walking past and I spotted you and I thought I should come over and say hi, it’s only polite since you’ve been shagging me for almost a year now, so I thought I would be cordial and come up first and say hello. Is she any better Malik? Does she know how to…”

“Bianca? Enough. Please leave us be” Malik slightly raised his voice.

“I’ll leave you be Malik, for now. Just remember that if you get fed up of that,” she inclined her head towards Salina, “my door is always open” she said with a wink and walked away. She didn’t want to cause so much commotion as she had already spotted Malik’s bodyguards who had unceremoniously carried her out of his house screaming and kicking a few days back. She would have murdered that bitch next to Malik if the bodyguards were not in sight. She knew Malik would be here, and she had been observing him the whole night, but when he leaned in and was whispering something in that bitch’s ear, she had had enough of it and walked up to them.

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I was sat home, alone in bed watching porn on my tablet computer. It was around 2pm on a lazy Saturday afternoon in July. My curtains were drawn shut but the window was open, allowing a light breeze into the otherwise stuffy room. My pink flowery curtains lightly blew as I scrolled through various videos looking for something good. I was around eighteen or nineteen at the time, slightly larger build with D-cup boobs and long brunette hair. I had come out a few years prior as transgender and had a lot of support from my family, who I still lived with. I continued scrolling, my cock beginning to soften from the boredom of looking for a decent video to watch.

“Ugh, why do they all have such big cocks” I thought to myself, a little ashamed at my own size.

Before my transition, I had a nice, girthy 6 inch cock. Not the biggest in the world but certainly average. Now, after hormones, I had a small, 4 inch shame. I wasn’t too upset at what had happened to my previously impressive penis, the benefits of hormones outweighed the negatives. I couldn’t help but miss what I used to have swinging between my legs though.

I switched off the tablet and threw it down on to the bed before getting up. My lower half was naked and perfectly shaved, on top I wore a short, strappy vest. I knew that my parents and older sister had left for a shopping trip in the city – one that I had no real desire to go on, it would just be shopping for my sister’s new shoes. I yawned and stretched before opening my door and making my way out of my room. I grabbed a pair of wireless headphones, put them on and started listening to music. I went into the bathroom to clean up as well as to pee.

I got downstairs and into the kitchen. Our kitchen was medium sized, with a small table and seats around it. I grabbed some food and began to eat, stood with my back facing the door. That was my first mistake. I ate my good and turned around to see my friend Mia. Mia was short, perhaps 5’6 and had long, curly ginger hair. She was also trans and basically helped me learn everything I needed to know. She had never seen me naked however, until now. I threw my headphones off, startled. Mia looked down and I quickly covered my crotch with my left hand.

“Sorry,” I uttered “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry, I knocked,” Betturkey Mia replied “I didn’t mean to just wander in like this.”

“That’s okay,” I responded “I didn’t expect anyone to visit.”

“And there’s me thinking you out on that little display all for me,” giggled Mia.

“Little display?” I asked, confused about what she was referring to.

“y’know,” Mia hinted, holding her forefinger and thumb up in a pinching gesture “your little display.”

Mia had now not only seen my dick but she was opening mocking it.

“Oh, I see,” I replied “I’m not like hard or anything and besides hormones shrink it, you know that.”

“That’s true,” agreed Mia “how about you show me your big display then?”

I removed my hand from my crotch to reveal my shrivelled 2 inch cock. I began to gently caress it to coax it to its full size, about 4 inches long and 5 inches thick.

“See,” I spoke pointing at my cock “a big display.”

Mia laughed.

“That’s your ‘big display’,” she giggled “that thing?”

“Well hormones cause shrinking,” I replied only to be cut off.

“Hormones only shrink dicks if they’re small to begin with,” Mia chuckled “let me show you.”

Mia unbuckled her belt and let her jeans fall to the floor. She reached into her white panties and pulled out a huge, thick cock. It was probably around 8 or 9 inches in length and as thick as my wrist. My jaw dropped.

“But you’re a shower right” I complained further, embarrassed at the situation “I’m a grower so I start small and get bigger.”

“You clearly don’t get bigger,” Mia laughed, stroking her monster “you go from like 2 inches to what… three?”

“Erm, four actually,” I replied, my cheeks shining red from embarrassment.

“Oh so I missed out one inch, what difference does it make to a little shrimp like that anyway,” Mia laughed, starting to get mean “my cock is eight and a half inches. More than double that… Thing. And that includes any ‘shrinkage’ as you put it.”

Mia continued to stroke her impressive cock, causing it to tense up and harden in her petite, manicured hand. It looked so out of place, a petite , short trans girl with a huge cock.

“So tell me,” Mia spoke “how big was it before it shrunk?”

“suh… ” I cleared my throat “six inches.”

“Oh so you’ve always had a tiny dick,” she stated, holding back laughter Betturkey Giriş “want to feel a real cock? Not that tiny cocklette.”

I moistened my mouth and nodded slowly. Mia took my hand and placed it around her throbbing womanhood. My eyes widened as I felt the smooth, pulsing cock in my hand.

“I’ve always wanted to feel what a little shrimp dick is like,” Mia laughed, grabbing my small, hard cock.

I stated at her beautiful cock as she began batting mine. She gently hit it a couple of times.

“When I go out I worry people can see my cock through my pants,” Mia spoke “I guess when you’re that small it’s no worry.”

Mia moved in close and pressed her cock alongside mine to compare.

“four inches,” Mia giggled a little “was someone lying? That’s nowhere near half my size.”

“M…maybe less,” I uttered.

“How much less?” Mia questioned.

“it’s three and a half,” I spoke, embarrassed and ashamed.

“three and half… Three and a…” Mia burst out laughing “That’s not even a fucking cock at this point. I think that my ex girlfriend had a bigger clit than you have a cock.”

Mia carried on laughing as I held on to her third leg, it lightly bouncing in my hand as she chuckled.

“How about we have some fun with it?” Mia chuckled.

I nodded and lead Mia, still half naked, up to my bedroom.

Mia commanded me to remove my top, exposing my boobs. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. With a quick flash she’d taken a photo of me completely nude. She tapped at her phone as I protested before showing the screen. She had uploaded the picture to an infamous penis rating website which was well known for its harsh reviewers. Her phone buzzed.

“Ah, first comment,” Mia laughed.

Mia’s phone buzzed again.

“‘How pathetic, if I had that little thing I’d be too embarrassed to even get naked’,” Mia giggled.

Mia began to stroke her cock, staring at mine.

“What’s this?” Mia asked, gesturing towards her womanhood.

“That’s your cock,” I replied.

“And that… Thing,” Mia spoke, scrunching her face in disgust.

“M… My cock,” I replied.

“No, no,” Mia spoke, harshly “This is a cock, what do you have?”

“I… I,” I stuttered, not wanting to say the words but knowing the truth “I… I have a little clitty.”

“That’s right,” Betturkey Güncel Giriş said Mia in a patronising tone “and little clitties get locked up. Give me your cage, I know you have it still.”

I fumbled around in my wardrobe before producing a pink cock cage that Mia had bought me as a joke gift some years back. Some joke it has turned into. Mia took the cage and locked my small cocklette in it before attaching the key to her necklace.

“That’s more like it,” Mia chuckled “tiny clitties get locked away, they don’t deserve to be used.”

Mia’s phone buzzed.

“‘Deserves to be caged, tiny shrimp dick’, well looks like I beat the commenter to it,” Mia laughed. She grabbed the cage and gently tapped it around, my tiny peepee getting hard and bulging through the holes of the tight cage. Mia placed her hand in my head and gently pushed me to my knees. I knew my place. I wrapped my hands around her huge, throbbing cock and took a deep breath before swallowing her red, engorged head. She moaned as I swirled my tongue across her huge, sensitive tip.

“You see,” Mia spoke between moans “your tiny excuse for a cock probably can’t even feel pleasure. A real cock like the one you are currently sucking… That can feel pleasure.”

I let out a little ‘mhm’ noise while continuing to please Mia. My jaw and lips could barely stretch enough to fit her all in, even then it was just the head. I sucked until she pulled her hips back, her cock dripping with precum and saliva.

“Stand up,” she barked at me.

I rose to my feet and she grabbed my hand and placed it on her cock. I took the hint and began to jerk her off with big, long motions up and down her throbbing, thick shaft. Before long she was moaning, ready to cum. She grabbed my caged clitty and held it up. She let out a womanly grunt as her cock spurted the first few drops of cum onto my caged cocklette. I could feel her not juices dribble through the holes in the cage and onto my peepee. Her glorious womanhood sprayed a few more pumps of her thick, creamy load onto my cage before it flopped into its flaccid 8 inch state.

“Is it time to release you?” Mia taunted, playing with the key on her necklace.

“Please release me,” I begged “Please let me cum too.”

“Well,” Mia released the key, letting it dangle before tucking it back away “little clitties can’t feel pleasure, they’re too small for that. Only real cocks feel pleasure so I think we leave that where it is.”

Mia pulled her jeans up, buttoned herself and left my room and the house. Leaving my tiny cocklette drenched in her juices, throbbing against the sides of the cage and needing to cum.

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Now I would like just take a minute to inform you that stupidity is a disease that I experience from time to time. At that moment I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do when he got up. What I do know is that I am hopelessly and unequivocally rendered incapable of a single rational thought or behavior when he is close to me (yeah I know no shit!).

My skin is still tingling where he touched me, well breathed against me oh gods I shudder to think what would have happened if he actually touched me!

“That’s it Kitt, I knew you had some fight left in you!” Okay first of all this son of a bitch really needs to stop mocking me. Secondly he also needs to stop interrupting me when I’m trying to conduct and argument with myself, its just plain damned rude!

“First of all you hideously foul beast you will not speak to me in such a formal manner we are not equals!” He got up from the floor and graced me with a sarcastic bow.

“Forgive me your Highness for my candidness. But if I may be so bold as to point out that if your earlier behavior is anything to go by, then you don’t consider me to be such a ..What was it you said? Oh yes a hideously foul beast. In fact i’d be willing to bet that you wouldn’t have objected if had gone a little further.”

“Begging your forgiveness you majesty” he continued “but if your earlier purring and panting where any indication as to go by dare I say you would have enjoyed it”.

“By the way aren’t we getting a little ahead of ourselves but I never actually touched you, although that could easily be rectified just say the word my Prince I’ll be happy to oblige”

By the end of his little speech my face was aflame. No one and I mean no one has ever spoken to me in such a manner. I wanted to say something, deliver a scathing remark anything. But his words cut to the quick and I suddenly felt out of my depth. Unable to meet his eyes and with little or no conviction I spoke again “Come near me again, and I don’t care how strong you are I will kill you”.

I turned away from him and walked to the far corner of the cell and collapsed in a corner. Out of my depth doesn’t even begin to cover it. I stared at the floor, as the gravity of the whole situation came crashing down upon me like storm waves breaking against a beach.

Did Shadow- Fang and the others make it to the boats? Did they survive? Did they make it to my father? Will the Lyken leader Marcus negotiate or does he have a more sinister plan in mind?

I am so far from home and so alone. Betturkey A torrent of emotions weighed down upon my chest making it difficult to breathe, and the last thing I need are the desires of a sadistic Lyken on top of the problems that I already have.

I don’t even want to even give voice to the one thought that has been circulating in my head: Would my father really negotiate with Marcus? Would he sacrifice his son rather than concede to the terms set by Marcus? Goddess give me strength I feel so small and… afraid.

Lost within the world wind of my thoughts I was shocked to hear the whispered voice of the Lyken “Forgive me your Highness”. I stared at him my surprise evident on my face, but failed to meet his eyes as he had his staring at the space between his feet.

Odd how everything about him could be so sure, so powerful and imposing definitely a man used to being obeyed; and yet at this moment he wasn’t any of those things. In fact he resembled a boy who had just disappointed his parents or his teacher as he toed the dirt with a bowed head.

Clearly mistaking my stunned silence to imply that I hadn’t heard he spoke again in the same gravelly masculine voice, that caressed my skin making it flush as though his words were again spoken against my neck.

“Forg-” “I heard what you said” I interrupted “Why are you apologizing to me?” I asked my suspicion rising. What can I say I’m not ready to trust him after all he is a Lyken and a dangerous one at that.

And I don’t just mean the fact that he could eviscerate me with one swipe of his talons. Not that that should be in any way overlooked! He exudes a raw sexuality that hints at untamed primal desires- a beast indeed!

Once again distracted by such a fine male specimen (hey I can look but not touch without any ramifications. At least that’s what I argued to shut my rational side up. Yeah stupidity is back in the drivers seat.) I completely miss what he said and find him looking at me expectantly almost pleadingly in fact.

Shit! I clear my throat which has become very dry and stammer “Wh.. What did you say?” “I said your Highness” his deep voice rumbled and traveled across the cell to settle in the pit of my stomach. Pay attention damn it! “I was inappropriate and should never have taken advantage like that.”

Okay hang on one second notice he didn’t say he was wrong to do what he did just that it was inappropriate. Yeah me too. Now with stupidity at the helm operating my motor functions, the ability to think before speaking valve had been disengaged. In other words this really wasn’t the time to be catching on. You’ll understand what I mean. “But apparently you don’t think that you were wrong to do what you did.” I accused – stupidly.

A wicked gleam flashed in his dark eyes, he Betturkey Giriş walked towards the cell door before leaving he turned and said “You’re right I don’t think I’m wrong and neither do you” (presumptuous bastard) he paused before he continued momentarily lost in thought “I’ll ensure that you have better accommodations and ill be back with something for you to eat- Okay?” Again the unsure Lyken presents himself.

“What’s your name?” It seemed silly that with the sudden familiarity that had been erected between us (not my doing) that I didn’t know his name. “It’s Samuel” he replied

“Okay Samuel umm thanks”. After an awkward silence the Lyken – no Samuel left and boy did the cell seem empty. I mean really empty and colder, Samuel certainly does know fill up a room. I have no doubt that no matter where he goes or whose company he’s in he is the center of attention, and all eyes are on him.

Samuel left with the Prince on his mind and his body alive with all that had just taken place. Dangerous business he was undertaking of that there was no doubt. What was he thinking? His mind drifted back to when he had the Prince’s compliant body against him, close enough to touch but never going that extra distance.

His stomach tightened as he recalled how responsive the Prince had been purring deep within his chest, when Samuel had spoken in his ear. He remembered that almost inaudible whimper that escaped unknowingly from the Prince, his arousal had seeped into Samuel’s brain clouding his thoughts and egging on the beast within him that had been restless ever since laying eyes on the Prince.

Restless doesn’t even begin to explain how he had felt, waking up exhausted every morning because each night he awoke drenched in sweat, writhing against his sheets sometimes as hard as steel as he dreamt of the Prince. The dreams were so intense and unrelenting that often when he dreamt of making love to the Prince, he swore he could feel the soft firmness of the Prince’s back as he caressed it.

He’d swear he could feel the Prince clawing his back urging him on as he slowly thrust into the Prince torturing them both. He was convinced that he could hear the Prince cry out every time Samuel mercilessly massaged his prostate with his penis.

He was certain that he could feel the inner walls of the Prince tighten as he reached his climax the climax that Samuel gave to him. And it would be at these points that Samuel awoke with his chest heaving; eyes clamped shut, toes curled, teeth gritted, hands clutching at his sheets, and back arched towards the ceiling as he rode out the final stretch of one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experience.

The operative word being orgasms even after falling exhausted against the sheets with his sweat and semen cooling on Betturkey Güncel Giriş his skin, he managed only an hour or two before it all happened again. With these dreams continuing well into the early hours of the morning.

Samuel allowed his feet to carry his body out of the dungeon; with unseeing eyes he passed the two guards who had returned to their posts now that Samuel had apparently finished his business with the Prince.

With his mind consumed once again by the Prince, he recalled how regretful he had been of insinuating that the Prince was no more than a whore for acting the way he had towards him. In fact a part (okay a large part) of him had been elated that he had caused the Prince’s reaction. That the Prince was just as responsive in reality as he was in his dreams.

He’d felt lower than scum when the Kitt had sat so dejectedly in the corner of the cell, it was then that he’d realized how vulnerable the Prince really was. In his minds eye he saw and heard his wolf snap and snarl at him for inflicting such pain upon the Prince.

He felt his wolfs desire to embrace the Prince to offer comfort as well as protection. And it had been damned near impossible to resist the urge to pick up the Prince and bury his face in those auburn tresses and leave his mark upon him.

And now his wolf was pining for it’s mate! Mate?! “Oh for fuck sake get a grip! You’ve barely been in his presence for more than an hour and he’s already your mate?”

Samuel barely heard the warning growl that his words had caused to erupt from his wolf. So heated was he that he ignored the bared teeth and rising hackles as he continued his rant.

“Bullshit you’re just horny as fuck and the Prince just happens to be the first attractive piece of ass that has appealed to you in over a year.” To say Samuel was unprepared for the bone shaking snarl that erupted from within would be a gross understatement.

The rage that erupted from his wolf was enough to make Samuel drop to his knees. His eyes though open could not take in its surroundings all he saw was red, a searing heat exploded from the base of his neck traveling to the back of his eyes.

Samuel clutched his head in agony, his back bowed as he felt his wolf begin to claw its way to the surface. His ribs cracked rearranging themselves for the beginning of the transformation from man to Lyken.

The hands that clutched his temples in a feeble attempt to keep his head from splitting open, turned into talons and drew blood. The smooth baritone voice became gravelly and rough as Samuel cried out “Back!” “Get Back!”. Samuels body twisted and turned as man and beast fought within for dominance.

As quickly as the assault began it ceased, leaving Samuel shaken and trembling on the ground. Before his wolf retreated into the darkness of Samuels subconscious its warning resounded clear in his mind.

“That was merely a warning- Never insult, harm or bring harm to my MATE!”. Too weak to do anything but lay on his back Samuel concentrated solely upon breathing and trying to slow the pounding of his heart.

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Friends and Family – Continuation

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Ass

Before I start off, let me tell the readers that this is not a new story. It was earlier written by ‘Hornypaki’, a person who inspired me to start writing on Lit. The story was perhaps the last by the author, before he suddenly disappeared from the Lit. I would like to dedicate this sequel to him and sincerely wish that he comes back with a bang. For those, who have not read the story by the actual author, I would summarize the past parts so as to invoke interest in it and my contribution.

‘Friends And Family’ comprised of 18 parts and was a story of Fahad from Karachi, Pakistan. He belonged to a middle class family, who went to Middle East to help his family, financially. There he hit jackpot and became the sole cause for the rise of his family status. He was able to provide enough dough for the amicable marriage of his elder sister, Rida, to an Air Force officer, Tariq. Fahad’s younger brother, Faisal, started a flourishing shop with the backing of Fahad and incidentally gets married to Nadia. Fahad’s younger sister, Zainab, whom he left as a skinny adolescent, was now a raging teenager. True to her age, she was a real headache for the parents due to her activities and tantrums.

During the course of story, Fahad, who have been portrayed as a guy for whom, sex was like air, water and food; a basic necessity of life. He starts off for Pakistan from Dubai, only after a mind boggling sex session with a Sri Lankan nurse. After coming back, he was showered with the respect and gratitude from his entire family. He is also pressurized by his family to enter into wedlock with some suitable girl, but he avoids the preposition. He started off with seducing his sis in law, Nadia. Then he had the housemaid, Beena, a young and nubile girl from Southern Punjab. His elder sister also arrives from Lahore with her hubby, a real Air Force jock, who doesn’t mind revealing his exploits to his Brother in Law, Fahad.

The heroin of the story is none else then the younger sister, Zainab. A ‘real pain in ass’ for the parents, who has grown up to become a beauty. In addition of her beauty, she is wild, just like Fahad. Despite their ‘like-mindedness’, the seduction took quite a long time. It materializes at the end of the story. Both enjoyed each other in totality and, when at the end of story, Fahad is all set to leave Pakistan without getting married, she becomes sad. Fahad makes false promises of calling her to Dubai in his wake.

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Life was back to normal in Dubai for me; the work, the parties, the friends and the booze. I missed my occasional flings with hash that I was able to get easily in my homeland. I missed some other things as well, but despite yearning for those, I vowed repeatedly not to pursue them. Some nights, when I was alone, I unintentionally thought about my recent trip to Pakistan. My mind went to the fun I had with Beena, her willingness to do anything in the bed was great and I knew for sure, that her next suitors would enjoy the skills she had learnt from the sex we had. Nadia, my sis in law, was never a naïveté in the ways of love making. She was a wild lady, who got a mismatch in the form of my brother, Faisal.

Zainab, whom I avoided in my thought, somehow managed to persistently haunt me in my dreams. I took cherries of two of her holes and every moment of that time teased me thoroughly. In my conscious moment, I shooed her visions away, but when I was drunk or drowsy, there was no way to avoid her. My tongue longed for her honeyed taste, my hands missed her small but perfectly formed tits and most of all, and my cock missed her tight confines, always wet and hot to receive me. I sometimes felt that I should have brought her here, but that was out of question, atleast that was what I thought.

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“Arey Fahad beta, tumhari behen ke liye ek rishta aaya hey (Fahad, someone has proposed your sister).” My mom broke the news to me one evening.

“Accha, so who is the guy?” I asked, not knowing how to react.

“You don’t know him. He is a bit older, but amazingly, Zainab is willing.” She seemed to be genuinely amazed.

“Ammi, umer hey faraq sey kiya hota hey, haan bilkul hi buddha nahi hona chahiye (Mom, age difference is not a big issue but definitely the guy should not be real old man).” I remarked.

Then on second thoughts, I asked, “How old is he, by the way?”

She did not reply immediately, as if trying to figure out how to break the news. Then she quietly said, “Chalees ke kareeb (Around forty).”

“What? More then double the age of Zainab. Are you all out of your mind?” I was shocked.

“How on earth Zainab is willing?” I thought.

“Beta, tum to Dubai mein ayyashi sey reh rahe ho, tumhe kiya pata ke Zainab ne kitna sataya hua hey. Is sey pehley ke kuch gul khilaaey, uss ki shaadi ho jani chahiye. Aur jahan tak umer ka faraq hey, usey khud aiteraz nahi to tum kyoon pareshan ho (Son, you Betturkey are enjoying yourself in Dubai, you don’t know how much Zainab teases us. I want that she should get married before something real bad happens. Beside, she is willing, what worries you then).” She said in a tone that revealed how much nervous wreck she has become because of Zainab. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Astonishingly, Zainab did not call me “behenchod” or sisfucker during this call as she had been doing in our past conversations on the phone. I had called her on her cell, immediately after the call from mom.

“- – – – Haan, mein raazi hoon (Yes, I am willing), why are you so bothered?” She said when I harped upon the age difference.

“Do I know him?” I asked.

“In a way, may be, but I am not sure that you remember him.” She said with a voice that revealed that she was talking in riddles.

“Why don’t you tell me?” I said.

“You will know him, through and thorough. But why are you so interested in knowing him.” She again taunted, her mood tilting towards past.

“Ok, don’t tell, I am not that crazy about your affairs.” I tried to cut off her pranks.

“Well, since when you have stopped taking interest in my affairs; you, to be honest, were never interested so there is no question so stopping. ” She replied, acting as a leech.

“Would you please tell me that if you are really convinced that you should get married to someone double your age?” I persisted.

“Why are you thinking otherwise? I am anxiously waiting to get married.” She replied and after a pause said, “I will be getting a license to FUCK.”

“So, when do you plan to get married to that mysterious old man who has fallen in love with?” I asked realizing that she was not going to stop teasing me.

“Since you left, I was in search of love. I may not have found someone whom I love, but he definitely loves me.” She said, sounding somber but dodging my question of ‘when’.

“Ok, when do you plan to get married?” I asked, not being able to cope with her at the moment.

“Mom wanted me to get married right away but I told her I am not getting married unless I shop for my marriage in Dubai. So I would be unmarried for some two more months while I cause a drain on your pocket.” She chuckled.

“Oh!” was what all I could say. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The next couple of weeks, I remained busy with my work that I had no time for myself. Strangely no call came either from mom, or from anybody else back home. Usually I was able to have some form of sex, every alternate day but incidentally the commitments rose to a pitch that I went without sex for almost two weeks.

After two weeks of uninterrupted commitments, finally a weekend came that was free. I had planned to shed away my horniness over the weekend and for this I had no elaborate plans. So after getting myself refreshed with a long sleep that brought me back to vigour, I went to a bar. There were a host of people around and soon I was interacting with a couple, probably from Sweden. They were interested in seeing the place, but as we were chalking out the details, my cell rang.

“Behenchod, how are you?” It was Zainab, in the prime of her mood.

“I am fine but where have you been. No calls!” I asked.

“Arey tumhe ammi ka pata hi hey, meri har baat sey inkar karna un ki aadat ban gai hey (You know mom, she would contradict me on every issue). Now she is making a fuss about me coming to Dubai.” She was really irritated.

“What she says?” I inquired.

“Arey wohi, tum ko mein akeley Dubai nahi bhej sakti, tumhe kiya pata ke shadi ke liye kiya kharidari karni hoti hey (The same, you can’t be sent alone to Dubai, what do you know about shopping for marriage).” She mimicked mom.

“So?” I asked.

“Now she wants to send Rida baji (elder sis) and Nadia Bhabi (sis in law). Well, Bhabi is ok, but Rida Baji, no way.” She said.

“So what’s the solution, I don’t mind hosting you all, but being a bachelor, I live in a small apartment. If you all come, it would become a refugee camp.” I remarked.

“You talk to ammi (mom), insist on sending me alone, but if she behaves the way she usually do, you can agree to Nadia Bhabi. Rida, no way.”

“Ok, I will talk to her.” I said.

By the time, the call ended, the Swedish couple had left, perhaps not liking the way I became oblivious of them while talking on the phone. My mood also got worse, ‘What the hell, three ladies, five kids, my little apartment, two bedrooms, those too small ones. How would I live?’ – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

It was two days after I talked to Zainab and mom, I was at the airport. The flight from Pakistan was due in thirty minutes and my mind was going through a lot. Mom was able to dictate her terms and now I was to receive the three ladies and their five kids. She had actually initiated the process earlier by acquiring tickets Betturkey Giriş and visas for the party. Rida had already arrived and was at my apartment as she had the ticket from Lahore. I wonder what her kids were doing with my house.

The day after I received the call from Zainab was frantically spent in getting rid of all objectionable things from the house. Liquor, was distributed to friends, who were happy. All porno, movies and magazines, met the same fate. I was sure; Rida would have raised hell had she seen any of the things. I was wondering how I would be able to survive the two weeks they were here.

Zainab did raise hell, she even threatened to walk out of the marriage proposal, but then feminine instincts of ‘shopping at any cost’ did come into play and she agreed, with all her reservations, the accompanying of Rida.

I was also disturbed, as my long awaited weekend had been ruined by the news of their arrival. I was horny as hell and despite the fact that two out of the three ladies who were coming, were definitely eager to jump into my bed. The dilemma was; I could not fuck anyone, unless I somehow managed to have her alone without raising suspicion for the other two. That was quite impossible. Although Zainab knew that I had been fucking Nadia, but vice versa, it was not the case. Rida, my elder sis, did not have any clue about my incestuous activities with our sis and sis in law.

I was sure that Zainab did had a clue about my sexcapades with Nadia, but knowing is one thing while accepting is another. On the other hand Nadia was ignorant of my incestuous relations with Zainab and her reaction to such knowledge could most likely be explosive. Rida, my elder sister, had had no interaction with me and thus had no ideal about my raunchy attitude and touching either Zainab or Nadia would bring her wrath…

My thoughts were broken as the announcer made the call that the flight from Karachi had landed. After some fifteen minutes, I saw my younger sis Zainab and my sis in law, Nadia coming out of the arrival lounge. It took me sometime to recognize them as they were dressed in a very different manner as I was used to seeing them.

Zainab wore a mini skirt that was hardly covering her bums and her long tapering legs were available for public viewing. Over her upper body, was a sleeveless blouse and when she got near, I found that she was not wearing any bra, as her nipples were very much indented on the fabric. A very light make up was all she had and was simply looking stunning and sexy.

Nadia wore comparatively modest clothes but still she was looking hot. A tight jean that was struggling to keep her ample curves hidden. A simple shirt, having top two buttons open to make her cleavage plainly visible. To assist stares from lurking men, her younger child was pulling her collar to one side while he was being carried by her. I was unable to see her nipples so she was wearing a bra, not out of modesty, but because of the sag she had after spending some five years of marriage.

“Fahad, jan tum se mil ker buhat khushi hey.” Zainab, taking advantage of liberal Dubai, embraced me and crushed her braless boobs on my body. Then as she was holding me, she said, “Behenchod, tumhari behen shadi sey pehley hi honeymoon key liye aai hey (Sis fucker, ur sis has come to enjoy her honeymoon prior to her marriage).”

By the time she disengaged, I was fully erect. So when Nadia hugged me after handing her kid to my sis, she enjoyed the poking of her belly by my semi erect cock.

“Arey, behen ko galey laga kar khara hua hey ke meri waja sey (Is this erection a result of the embrace of your sis or me).” She said meaningfully as she held me close to her body and I enjoyed her soft body.

The hugs lasted for sometime and we headed for my car. After loading the luggage, we started towards my flat. Nadia, sitting in the backseat with her kids while Zainab sat in front. I was still semi erect and it was difficult to concentrate on the road.

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“Zainab, tell me, for heavens sake, how have you agreed to marry a person who is almost the age of dad.” I asked with a serious note in my voice.

“He is more than double, forty eight years old, but he is rich so he can maintain a supply of Viagra, beside, I have other lovers too.” She said without paying any obvious attention to Nadia in the backseat, or may be there was something that I still did not know.

“Fahad, tumhara ‘to be brother in law’ is rich and despite his age, he is smart (Fahad, your to be bro in law is rich).” Nadia added from rear. “Aur wesey bhi age sey ziyada attitude matters (besides, attitude matters more then age).”

“What do you mean?” I asked

“You seem to be getting jealous, why you are so bent upon convincing me to decline his proposal.” Zainab replied before Nadia could.

“No, it’s not that, I just want that you marry someone whom you love and I want you to Betturkey Güncel Giriş have a life full of happiness.” I said sincerely.

“Arey tum log kis behes mein par gaey ho (Hey what sort of discussion you two have gotten into), Fahad, Zainab had taken this decision after thinking it out and she is happy.” Nadia interjected.

I drove on, not fully understanding yet that how come Zainab, twenty years of age has willing agreed to marry a person of forty eight. There must be something that I still did not know.

“Acha ye batao ke merey do kamron key flat mein itne log kaisey rahen gey (Tell me how come we all gonna live in my two room flat)?” I asked.

“Arey mein aur bhabi to tumhare saath reh leinge, leikin masla Rida ka hey (Me and sis in law have no problem living with you, problem is of Rida).” Zainab said as if she was making it clear that she knew about me and Nadia.

Suddenly I felt a hand on thing, as I looked down, it was of Zainab. I immediately looked into the rear view; kids were busy in looking out the window, Nadia, on the other hand was looking at us. Obviously, Zainab’s hand on my thigh could not have gone unnoticed. I think I saw her smiling.

“Are both the rooms having washrooms?” Asked Nadia as Zainab moved her hands freely over my thighs.

“Yes, but they are not very large.” I replied.

“Bhayiya, that’s ok, if they are small, it means people get closer by compulsion.” Said Zainab.

Zainab moved her hand towards my groin and started stroking my cock as if she had no fear of Nadia. I instantly got hard and driving became increasingly difficult. I again looked in the rear view mirror and saw a smiling Nadia, as if saying, “Go ahead, I don’t mind.”

“What is all this Bhabi, I smelled a rat.” I tried to tackle the situation head on; I had had both of them, what if they both knew.

“Kiya problem hey, hum dono mein bari understanding ho gai hey, khas tor par jab tum Pakistan sey gaey thay (What’s the problem, we two have lot of understanding and it has enhanced particularly after you left Pakistan). Zainab said.

Now I understood; they both knew our mutual secrets. Suddenly life became easier. I took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on Zainab’s naked thigh. As I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw Nadia opening another button of her shirt and she was smiling.

“Arey tum kiya samajhtey ho, tum apna ishq chupa saktey ho, tumhari bhabi ko wesey bhi logon ko observe karne ka shoq hey (Hey, what do you think, you can hide your infatuation from me I am otherwise very fond of observing people).” Nadia said while she caressed upper portion of tits. She reminded me of the night when she and me watched Beena and our servant have sex.

Zainab in the meantime, had opened my zipper and, taking advantage of her understanding with Nadia and the ignorance of the kids, who where otherwise busy in looking at the streets of Dubai, had taken my cock out of my trouser.

“Bhabi, lagta hey ke kafi din sey yeh humara intezar kar raha hey (Sis in law, it seems that he had been waiting very impatiently for both of us).” Zainab said, commenting upon my hard member.

“How come, tum nand bhawaj mein itni understanding ho gai hey (How come you sis in laws have developed such a good understanding)? I asked while enjoying Zainab’s touch on my cock.

“Bhai, mujhe to bhabi pehle bhi buhut sexy lagti theen, par pehley mujhey nahi pata tha key larkiyan bhi aapas mein acchi dost ho sakti hey (Bro, I liked Bhabi and she is definitely sexy, but initially I never knew that we girls can be good friends as well).” Zainab said, throwing ample hints that what she meant by ‘good friendship’.

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World was suddenly becoming an interesting place. Now I didn’t have to hide things from these two, only hurdle remained in form of Rida. She was my elder sis, 5 years older, mother of three, incl 1 5 month old baby. Apparently she was a content lady, whose bearing of 3 children in 5 years of her marriage spoke about their horniness. She used to be a ravishing teenager and resultantly, Tariq, my bro in law fell for her. Now, after 5 years of marriage, and three children, she was still a beautiful lady, albeit a bit fat. My thoughts were interrupted by Zainab, who moved my hand, which was caressing her thigh, a bit further up. I took her signal as a command and slowly moved my fingers towards her vagina. I expected to touch her panties but when I found that she was not wearing anything underneath her skirt, I was a bit shocked. She was dripping wet.

After keeping my hand there for sometime, I brought it out and took the fingers to my lips, while I sucked my fingers; I looked first at Zainab, who was looking at me lovingly. I then saw Nadia smiling in the rearview mirror.

“Bhai, tumharey bhateejon ka dil chah raha hey ice cream khai jaey. Kiya yahan par koi munasib jaga hey (Bro, your nephews intend having ice cream, is there any suitable place around).” Zainab said while her eyes spoke of other motives.

“Yes, just around the corner, but why only kids, won’t you ladies desire eating or drinking anything.” I said while looking back at Nadia and she winked at me.

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Sexual Crossroads

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Babes

Back when my youthful horniness was at its peak, I found myself at a crossroads with my sexuality. I had only hooked up with girls, however, I often caught myself fighting off feelings of sexual excitement at the thought of my best friend, Ryan.

While I considered myself to be straight, I felt moments of weakness in the locker room after soccer practice. Although we would never get fully naked in front of each other, Ryan and I would strip down to our boxers to change from our gym shorts into our street clothes, and vice versa. On several occasions, I couldn’t help but notice that Ryan’s boxers fit loosely over his skinny legs. When we were sitting, if I looked at just the right angle, I could sometimes catch a nonchalant glimpse of Ryan’s compact ball-sack as he lifted one leg into his jeans, and then the other.

In these moments, I would feel strong urges of longing. I would envision taking Ryan’s cock into my hand, and letting it grow firm and hot in my closed palm. In my guilty fantasies, I would put the base of Ryan’s cock against my face, feeling the warmth of it on my cheek. Finally, I would lick his throbbing manhood from the base of his shaft, slowly up to the tip of his dick’s swollen head.

Convinced that these idle daydreams would remain just that, one day Ryan called me out of the blue to ask if I would take his sister, Beth, to a mixer at her community college.

“She doesn’t have a date,” he stated. “If you took her to the dance, we could hang out later back at my place and throw back some adult beverages.”

I had absolutely no interest in taking Ryan’s socially inept sister to this mixer, but I said I would, frankly, because I couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough. Betturkey

As anticipated, the mixer was awkward and boring. We left the dance at around 11, but since Beth wasn’t particularly popular, we went straight home rather than hitting the after-party scene.

Ryan had already started drinking by the time I arrived back at his place. Claiming exhaustion, Beth went off to her bedroom, leaving Ryan and me to our own devices.

“I’m drinking screw-drivers… Want One?”

I greedily accepted Ryan’s offer and, after several drinks, we decided to take the vodka and OJ up to Ryan’s room.

Sitting on Ryan’s bed drinking, I noticed something I’m not sure I was supposed to.

“Is that a naked dude on the cover of that magazine?” I exclaimed, noticing a glossy photo of a half naked man. The magazine was partially hidden under Ryan’s bed.

“Oh shitt, yeah…” Ryan stuttered, trying to find the right words. “I’m not really ashamed of it, man. I guess… I guess sometimes, I just feel like looking at pictures of guys.”

Silence enclosed the room like a blanket. I felt my heart pounding against my rib cage. Wanting to admit that I felt the same way, but not brave enough to take this step, I instead said nothing.

Eventually, I broke the silence: “Yeah…Don’t be ashamed about it. To be honest, I feel the exact same way. I don’t really want to kiss a guy or have sex with a dude, but sometimes I do picture jerking off with a guy, or even maybe giving a guy head or something.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I had admitted it. My deepest secret verbalized for the first time. I felt naked, exhilarated, and excited all at once. There, sitting on Ryan’s Betturkey Giriş bed, drinking screw-drivers in the dark, we realized that we shared a similar burning curiosity.

Then, the unthinkable happened. Ryan leaned over. Slowly, I felt his lips brush against mine.

I could taste the sourness of the OJ and vodka as Ryan brought his lips to my own. I opened my lips with hesitation and let Ryan move his tongue against mine. I felt lightheaded and trembled as blood rushed out of my head and swelled hard against the fly of my jeans. Ryan and I began unbuttoning and unzipping each other’s pants at the same time. I would finally get to feel Ryan’s dick enclosed in my hand’s caressing palm.

Already firm and eager, Ryan’s cock felt smoother and warmer than I had even imagined in my fantasies. Finally letting months of pent up sexual tension wash over us, Ryan and I stroked each other’s cocks with zeal and exuberance. I felt the weight of Ryan’s pelvis grind into mine as he got on top of me and whispered in my ear: “God, you’re so fucking hard right now.”

I allowed myself to surrender to the moment as Ryan parted my legs and began to circle the tip of his pointer finger around the sensitive rim of my virgin asshole.

Ryan gently pushed the top of his pointer finger into my ass, slowly opening tight, tender muscles that had never experienced the sensation of another person’s touch. In that moment, I decided, if Ryan wanted to put his cock inside of me, I could never bring myself to say “no.”

Ryan spoke not a word, but instead playfully teased the rim of my asshole with curious fingers. A deep yearning for more burned inside me, but I was too ashamed to Betturkey Güncel Giriş verbalize my desires. I tried to stay strong and wait for Ryan to make the next move, but my patience was growing thin with increasing lust.

At last, Ryan spoke up.

“I want more.”

I looked up at Ryan and gave a shy nod of agreement. I was ready and willing to submit to the feeling of his full, eager manhood. I felt a little ashamed to admit that I was fervently anticipating the moment of insertion.

Ryan had stopped teasing the rim of my asshole, and had moved his pointer finger deep inside, opening my hole. First one finger, then two, I felt a flush of euphoria as Ryan brushed against my g-spot.

Ryan’s lubed dick glistened in the darkness as he lowered himself into me. First, lightly pressing the tip of his dick at the opening of my asshole, then, easing his dick’s swollen head through the resistant grip of my hole. I felt all my muscles tighten over the fullness of Ryan’s cock. The tip of his dick nudged my g-spot with a determination that drove me into a state of ecstasy.

Ryan established an aggressive grip on my cock and started stroking and thrusting with intense abandon. I felt myself let go of all inhibition, and climbed on top of Ryan, riding his cock with confident thrusts. Looking down, I saw my hard dick bobbing in the air. Putting my left hand down on the bed for support, I furiously jerked off my own cock as Ryan moved deeper and deeper into my ass, rubbing my ever-growing g-spot.

Knowing I could only stand this for mere seconds before submitting to a violent climax, I whispered, “Fuck, Ryan…You’re gonna make me cum.”

Almost embarrassed by my lack of stamina, I came in hard, steady waves of hot, thick semen.

“Sorry, man… I couldn’t hold out any longer,” I whispered. Defeated, yet satisfied.

A sheepish smirk developed on the corners of Ryan’s mouth as he replied…

“Don’t sweat it Skip… I just came too.”

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Jerry bounded back from the kitchen, vodka and orange in one hand, a small dish of ice in the other. There was a noticeable bounce to her step and the smile on her face indicated that the first serving of dessert had satisfied her just fine.

I sat at the head of the bed, leaning against a pillow, a perfect position to see her has she came into the room. She was a marvel. Such a near perfect body on a woman who was quite pleased to be 61 years old.

“I am amazed at how well preserved you are,” I noted, always sucking up.

“Amazes me too,” she answered. “Ah don’t do anything special. Ah work hard, play hard and fuck hard.” The smile broadened with the last comment.

Jerry put the drink and the dish down, popped into bed, planted a very wet kiss on me, then turned and sat next to me, picking up the drink and settling in. I let my hand reach over and brush over the nipple with a very light touch. The smile got even wider.

“What’s the ice for?” she questioned.

“It puts fires out,? I answered immediately. “You’ll just have to wait. If there is a danger of a fire, I’ll use it.”

She shrugged her shoulders, not really understanding and that was fine with me. The ice would be that much more effective.

Jerry took one more healthy swig of vodka, put the glass down and pronounced it was time to get on with the loving. Her lips went right after my nipples and then made a wet trail down the body and straight to the cock. No fooling around for Jerry.

She looked back at me. “Ah certainly do love having this thing in my mouth and Ah hope it is good for you.”

I nodded yes, closed my eyes and let her do her thing. First came the swabbing of the shaft, a brief introduction of her lips to my balls. My eyes rolled back.

Quickly the heat raised for me Betturkey as her lips spread wide and took the head in and sucked, running her tongue underneath the head.

“Wonderful.”

Jerry turned her head slightly to look at my face. I could say nothing else and she knew it. The cock got harder and thicker. I had always been down about its size, but the thickness made most women quite happy.

“My turn,” I said quietly, lifting her head off the cock before getting so far down the road of ectasy that I couldn’t hold back.

I moved her to her stomach and started a slow, tantalizing massage, going from the shoulders down the back, over the buttocks and down each leg. My lips followed all the way, spending more time on the inner thighs than anywhere else. Such soft skin at that juncture. Her legs parted slightly, treating me to more skin to kiss and rub. My lips came back up to her ass, planted a quick kiss on each cheek and turned her over.

“Ah liked that,” she said. “Not many guys think about that. I wonder why?”

“Hell,” I replied, “I’m looking at the reason why right now.” My hands reached for her breasts and started their massage right there.

My hands almost started shaking as I cupped one breast with both hands, let one finger reach upward to brush the nipple ever so lightly, then traced my hands down and then back up to the other breast, treating it the same. It isolated the mound and raised it up and when nipple was touched you could see the jerk of Jerry’s hips. This time I added the lips and the moist tongue to the pattern. Just barely touching and then taking the nipple in between my teeth and letting my tongue move over it at various speeds.

I looked up and she had her eyes closed, the smile still in tact and she was letting Betturkey Giriş the sensations rule her mind.

After two trips to each nipple I started down the stomach, trying to touch every portion with my lips. Down and down and down. She raised both legs slightly and let them spread out, waiting for the touch and the lips to start the fire.

One hand ran over the lower portion of the lower abdomen and one hand reached for the ice dish. Jerry had kept her eyes closed.

Quickly, the lips were on her again and the first swipe at the clitoris caused a reaction from her hips. Fingers searched the other potion of the pussy, then one finger was inserted as the tongue and lips continued to capture the clit. Her hips started to move with the motions, He eyes remained closed, but not her mouth.

“My lord what are ya’ll doing? she said softly with a mock southern belle voice. She knew damn well what was happening and enjoying every sensation.

My lips went after her even harder and I let the mouth slip down to the vagina and made some light sucking motions that made her jerk even harder. One hand grabbed a piece of ice and smoothed if over the skin. Jerry’s hips flew up.

“Where’s the fire,” she yelled. “Jeez that feels good.”

“Shut your eyes and just enjoy.”

I put the ice between my teeth and started rubbing the outer lips. Her legs flew apart and I pushed both the ice and my lips inside her. The coolness brought a quick hip movement. I didn’t let go of the ice, but I could feel it melting and the cool wetness that was dripping inside her. My hand went up to her breast and I squeezed it gently. Her hips kept moving up and down and her hands were now on my back, the fingernails piercing in as she got hotter.

“Oh, god, fuck Betturkey Güncel Giriş me now. Fuck me now, don’t wait.”

I rotated my body pushed he legs farther apart and entered her, again with a slow motion.

“More, faster, hurry.” she screamed. There was no southern belle in that scream. She was on fire. Her hips pounded back at me and I reacted with violence, plunging inside her with quick motions. Too hell with lasting a long time now, just keep her happy, just keep her hips responding. I lost track of time and feeling and when I did the concern about an early orgasm was gone.

Jerry slapped her legs over me and her ands around my back and she started moaning as she thrust her hips again and again. Almost like flying without wings. Her body was off the bed as she clung to me.

And, then, came one long thrust and her juices started warming my cock even further. Hell, I need the ice right then. She was flooding us both with here orgasm and it took just a second for me to match her intensity. My load burst into her and we both screamed.

Collapsed on the bed I looked at my brand new friend. Both of us were still panting and nothing more than a smile was needed.

Jerry rolled over on her side, planted one hand on my cock and stroked it as she looked at me.

“That was some dessert, wasn’t it? Ah’ve had ice on my tits many times but this was special. Jeez, the sensation was spectacular. Wanna have dinner again later this week?”

“That’s fine with me. I’ll bring the meat. What would you like?” I replied.

“You brought it this time, just bring it again.”

She sat up, took another jolt of the vodka.

“What did you do before retirement?” she asked.

“I was a writer most of my life and now I am adding art. Have been painting for eleven years. My prints finally arrived, but I haven’t unwrapped them as yet.”

“Want to paint me?

“Love to. Why don’t I bring my camera on the next visit? I paint off pictures that I take and I’ll want to take at least 36, maybe more.”

“Okay. Get your ass home. I’m going to bed.”

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Corinthia thought he was so handsome when they first met. The muscles that she loved on men he certainly had. He had beautiful blue eyes and a smile to die for. He was a foot taller than her which was perfect.

They met online. There were so many things they had in common that there was no mistake it was fate. Five years later they decided to get married at her grandparents home which her parents now lived in. They had the perfect life…..money, kids and best of all, love.

Corinthia didn’t realize that he liked to keep secrets from her until much later. What he didn’t know was that Corinthia had secrets too. Secrets that he would never find out about unless she told him. Secrets that she knew he would never understand her having. It’s hard to keep a secret isn’t it?? It usually depends on how badly you want to tuck it away.

Corinthia knew that she would never be able to tell him her secret desire because of the way he was raised. He would still continue to love her but somehow she knew that things would never be the same between them and she didn’t want that.

Since she was young Corinthia was interested in boys but always looked at the girls also. There were some that had really turned her on but she always felt dirty thinking about them and still does sometimes. The world has changed so much since she was young that there are times she doesn’t know how to handle it.

She just knows that her and her husband are in love with each other. There is trust, honor, sincerity and love from both sides but there are secrets that can’t be shared for if they were she would lose him for good.

She dreams many nights about being with another woman and sometimes those dreams seem so real. You could almost reach out and touch the women in the dreams. Well there’s no time to think about that stuff she had to get ready for the day.

Walking down the street she noticed a beautiful woman with brown curls and big breasts walk by her. They both turned at the same time and eyed each other. Corinthia continued to walk not realizing the other woman had turned around and was now following her.

She turned down a side alley which was a shortcut to the deli she was walking to. She heard footsteps behind her but paid no attention because the alley was frequently used by others.

As she got by the garbage dumpster, a pair of hands grabbed her and she was pushed behind the dumpster. She looked up scared to death and saw the other woman. They stood there and stared at each other for what seemed forever before the woman finally spoke.

“I saw you checking me out!” she said between the fall and rise of her greatly Betturkey endowed chest.

“What is it that you were looking at exactly?”

Well Corinthia was taken aback and didn’t know how to answer. She had never had a person confront her about looking them over before. She was still considered somewhat a virgin.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice your chest, quite frankly. You were checking me out too weren’t you?” Corinthia said thinking that she was right.

“I mean I wasn’t the only one staring was I?” She couldn’t believe the effect this woman had on her. She couldn’t think straight with those humongous breasts in her face.

Finally the woman shook her head and asked Corinthia if she wanted to go back to her place. After all it was just on the next street. Corinthia thought that it sounded like a good idea so she said yes. Besides she wanted a chance to see those gorgeous tits.

When they got back to the woman’s apartment that she shared with her mother and sisters she told Corinthia her name was Christina but they all called her Chris. Chris introduced Corinthia to her mother and sisters. Then Chris decided that she and Corinthia should go upstairs to her room to get to know each other better. Little did Corinthia know that, Suzette, Chris’ older sister was following behind them.

As Chris and Corinthia sat down Corinthia noticed Suzette across the room staring at her while she was locking the door and walking towards them to sit also. The sisters each sat beside Corinthia and began to undress her. Chris started with Corinthia’s blouse and bra and Suzette told Corinthia to stand so she could take off her mini skirt, underwear and garters.

The sisters, once getting Corinthia totally naked, began to lick and suck her nipples making her quiver all over. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Her husband had never turned her on this fast and this hard. She wanted to fuck someone and told Chris that it wasn’t fair for her to get all the licks. Chris looked up at her and laughed because she knew what Corinthia really meant.

Chris walked over to her closet and reached way up on top of the shelf and pulled down her 10 inch strap-on that her and Suzette used on each other at night. She began to lick the dildo and by the time she got to Corinthia she was doing a blowjob like Corinthia had never seen. Suzette was fingering Corinthia by this point and knew that she herself was ready to explode. Chris gave Suzette the strap-on in her ass and they stood there fucking while Corinthia watched amazed.

Corinthia knew that this was something that she had always Betturkey Giriş dreamt of but couldn’t move. She was totally entranced by the two sisters. Finally the girls realized that Corinthia was watching and they decided to let her have a little fun. The girls all moved over to the queen sized bed of Suzettes and lay beside each other.

Finally Suzette got on her knees and asked Corinthia if she wanted to taste her pussy. “Of course!” said Corinthia as Suzette was placing her pussy over Corinthia’s’ mouth. Corinthia didn’t know right away what to do but Suzettes pussy smelled so good it was like Corinthia was drawn to it and began to lick. The more she licked the kitty the more she started to munch on that beaver. She couldn’t believe how wonderful this woman’s pussy tasted.

Corinthia and Suzette decided to change positions so that Chris could join in. Corinthia was still eating Suzettes snatch and Chris moved up behind Corinthia and started to lick her pussy. Finally Corinthia’s’ pussy was wet enough for Chris to insert the 10 inches and the next thing Corinthia knew was her pussy was being fucked fast and furious.

Corinthia began to slap Suzettes’ ass and the next thing she knew Suzette was creaming in her mouth. She didn’t know what to do so she kept swallowing the cum and finally after Suzette stopped rocking her hips Corinthia licked her pussy and asshole clean. The girls changed position once again and Corinthia used the strap-on with Chris.

Corinthia was fucking Chris while Suzette was twisting Chris’ tits…..they were so big had to be 44DDs if she wasn’t mistaken. Chris wasn’t on her knees for long as her big tits swung back and forth. Corinthia was fucking her so hard she was starting to fall off the bed. Corinthia grabbed her by her tits and pulled her back and Chris landed on Corinthia’s hard 10 inch cock.

Corinthia hadn’t heard Chris deep throat moan until that moment and Corinthia realized thats how Chris liked it. So, Corinthia decided to let Chris have her way until she was close to coming and then she would eat Chris’ hot wet pussy.

While all of this was going on Corinthia was fingering Suzettes’ pussy when Suzette got up from the bed and ran to her closet. She brought back a 9 inch dildo and asked Corinthia if she would fuck her with it. Of course Corinthia said yes and began her journey. Everyone was getting a good fuck now as Chris turned around on the strap-on and started to kiss Corinthia.

Chris whispered in Corinthia’s ear and asked her if she liked it all. Corinthia thought for one single moment and then answered yes and that she would like Betturkey Güncel Giriş to come back another time and try the other sisters if possible. Chris told her that it would be okay, the other girls would give her a good time and even her mother would if that’s what Corinthia wanted.

Corinthia smiled as Chris started to climax and pushed her off the strap-on. As Chris slid off Corinthia bent between her legs and sucked her rock hard clit until Chris was begging her in high shrieks to lick it and lick it fast and hard. Corinthia soon had another mouthful of warm tasty cum but this time it was the other sisters.

Corinthia was laughing inside that she fucked two sisters in one day. It had all been so very interesting, she never thought that she could do anything like this but she proved to herself that this was exactly what she needed in her every day life.

Suzette was sitting on the edge of the bed fingering her pussy and licking her finger while watching her sister cum in Corinthia’s mouth. She traded her finger for the dildo and the next thing she knew she was coming herself.

The girls decided it was time to fuck Suzette good so Chris started with the strap on in her wet pussy and Corinthia used the dildo in Suzettes asshole. Suzette was being fucked so fast and so good that it only took minutes for her to moan in sweet delight while she came again this time all over the two girls.

As all the girls lay on the bed rubbing each other they decided to have another girls night the following week. Corinthia licked Chris’ tits and gave her a kiss and then did the same to Suzette. She told the girls to give her a call while leaving the number on the nightstand and she left with a smile on her face that had never been put there before.

As she walked into her house she thought back about the day and knew that she would never experience something like that ever again in her life. She not only had her fantasy fulfilled she made new friends and that was the best part of all. She couldn’t wait until the next meeting and hoped to meet another sister. She went to the bathroom and stripped down deciding to take a hot bath.

While laying in the bath with her eyes shut she started to relax and began to play with her pussy. Doing this she didn’t realize her husband had walked in and saw what she was doing. He made a noise and she came to staring into his eyes. She got out of the bathtub and walked him to the living room couch, stripped him down and started to fuck him hard.

After their little tryst Corinthia lay in her husbands arms and falling into a deep sleep she told him that today was one of the best days she had ever had. He told her “That’s good honey. Whatever put you into this mood I hope you don’t stop.”

Corinthia lay thinking about the two voluptuous sisters and told him “No worries hon. I won’t stop for a very long time.”

But this was all just a dream right? Or was it?

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