Tiffany’s Lessons Begin Ch. 03

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The car door closing… mmmmmppffff… sounded very far away… the seat yielded to a large presence and Tiffany felt herself tilt toward it… the car started up again… that’s good… feels nice… went through her mind as emotions rather than words. Her eyes opened and the scene unfolded before them… rear seat… huge car… sumptuous leather under her… legs uncovered… skirt up around waist… oh, yessssss, Joseph… her body felt a flush of sensuality… she turned her head… there was the very large black man looking into her eyes…

“How long… ?” she formed the beginning of a sentence.

“Not long,” he answered, knowing her thoughts. “Time for one stop. “

She saw the elongated box he held in his hand… a box for jewelry.

“This is for you, Tiffany. ” He opened the box. Inside, on a bed of inky black velvet lay a very thin, very elegant chain of pure gold.

Tiffany knew something expensive jewelry. Her father had given her a piece or two of her mother’s to wear occasionally after the woman’s untimely death eight years ago. Tiffany had worn good jewelry… This elegant little chain seemed to shimmer before her eyes…

“To anyone who asks, this is a ‘thank you’ for helping me shop today, Tiffany. “

She nodded slowly, still in the process of regaining consciousness.

“… But, it is really a symbol of the chains that bind you to your pampered lifestyle… you are tied by your own will, Tiffany, a force stronger than any metal there is… I will tell you more… later… when you are ready… Give me your wrist. ”

Tiffany obediently held out her arm and allowed Joseph to clasp the chain around it. She turned her wrist and admired it, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She had the distinct impression that she had just allowed Joseph to put her in chains… a fresh warmth spread through her, starting inside her panties and spreading slowly… deliberately… through every cell of her body… as he had said, she was bound to a cushy lifestyle… what else?…

“I miss my homeland, Tiffany,” Joseph said, reaching out and giving her right breast a squeeze. “I miss seeing Mount Kilimanjaro… and all its beautiful topography. ”

Tiffany’s breast grew warmer under Joseph’s touch… she felt growing awareness of her sexual areas… breasts… nipples… moisture between her legs… as a result of Joseph’s words… and hand.

“I think I feel homesick for Africa… ” He looked into her eyes. “You don’t want to see me homesick for my country, do you, Tiffany?”

In a brief deja vu Tiffany felt like Joseph had introduced another dimension to their communication… Like when he had asked her earlier, “Would you like me to teach you… ” and the message that came to her was,” … do you like my touching you… do you want me to continue… ” She heard the actual words he said this time, but the message that came through, “… do you want me to continue touching you… are you ready to accept more… “… differed significantly.

Tiffany didn’t know how long ago it was that Joseph’s hand had launched her to her first earth-orbiting orgasm. But, she felt undeniable sexual warmth at his touch and felt nervously willing to experience more… She hadn’t had time to contemplate her first experience… that would have to wait… She felt about this situation with Joseph exactly like a child on her first visit to a three ring circus. There were lights, explosions and amazing feats all around her… right at this moment… she had never experienced anything like it… but, tomorrow, when the circus moved on, would the explosions and the magic be gone, too?… forever?… The possibility horrified Tiffany… She felt she couldn’t take a chance on missing out…

She shook her head. “I don’t… want you homesick,” fresh shivers raced through her.

Joseph smiled… “Thank you, Tiffany. I miss all 11,700,000 square miles of my home… cunt-try. ” As he spoke, his hand moved across her breasts… over her shoulders… caressed her soft neck… Tiffany adored the sensations Joseph’s hand had sparked along her body… she leaned back as his illegal bahis hand slipped down over her panties… it briefly touched Lake Assal when he said the word cunt-try and shocks jolted through Tiffany’s loins upon hearing him say the word that way and feeling him touch her there in the same instant… his hands slipped down her long half-bare legs softly and slowly… the slower Joseph moved the warmer Tiffany became… when he reached her boots, which extended from the floor to just below her knee, he again slowly caressed her calf through the material all the way down to her shoe and back up…

“Tiffany, show me around my cunt-try,” Joseph said, looking into her eyes. “Heal my homesickness… “

She looked up at him as his hand left her bare knee… don’t let go, her nerve ends screamed… and why she respond physically every time he used words like cunt-try or cunt-inents as he had earlier? Of course, she had heard the root word used before, but never used it herself. Words like that usually spewed out of the mouths of toughs at school or on the street, not gentlemen introduced to her by her father. Strangely, Joseph’s using the word contributed to her state of arousal. It seemed another barrier no longer existed after he said it.

“What is the highest point in Africa?” he asked.

“Mount Kilimanjaro,” Tiffany the good student answered, in a soft voice… not certain where this was going…

He said nothing and Tiffany wondered through almost 60 seconds of silence that hung between them… what was she missing?. .. her mind stumbled frantically through her sensual daze… she certainly had said the correct answer…

Finally, Joseph spoke, “Can you point it out to me?”

Her eyes went to his… questioning… he held her gaze…

Tiffany raised her hand… excitement and anxiety flooding through her… she pointed at her right breast with her left hand…

“What are you pointing at, Tiffany… ” his even voice directed her.

Her left hand crossed to her right breast and touched it… then pulled away… she looked at him beseechingly… this was outside her realm of experience by a wide margin…

His head shook slowly…

Her fingertips hesitantly returned her right breast, slowly moving around it from the bottom to the top… Tiffany had closed her eyes… she couldn’t bring herself to meet Joseph’s gaze… her fingertips slowly circled around her warm breast… she wondered at its resiliency as it yielded to her touch… the silk of her blouse slipped over the smooth surface of her bra under her fingertips… the sensations began building… Tiffany struggled with her self-consciousness… she wastouching herself in front of a man… at his direction…

“What is it that is special about Mount Kilimanjaro?” the even voice asked.

Tiffany blinked. “It’s the… highest point in Africa. “

“Are you going to be able to reach the peak, Tiffany?” he asked.

She looked up into his eyes… his penetrating eyes that saw into her… saw places inside her that she had no idea existed… the eyes amused by his own double-meanings… how many were there?… She felt always a step behind him…

Her eyes closed again as her fingertips sought out the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro for Joseph… she sucked in air on their first contact… her fingertips moved slowly around her nipple as Joseph wanted… she felt the nub tighten up and swell to nearly bursting… it felt good… soooo exquisitely gooood…

“Look at me, Tiffany… ” The voice was even, not harsh, but not gentle, either.

She opened her eyes on his command… her fingers continued to circle her nipple… there was no escaping Joseph’s gaze… she felt like parts of her had begun to glow under it… he looked into her eyes as her finger continued its slow thrilling journey around the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro…

“Now look at your fingers… ” the even voice directed her.

She dropped her gaze to her fingertips which circled the nipple of her right breast… and excited it so extremely… the fingers circled slowly and Tiffany could casino siteleri see the impression of her elongated nipple below the two layers of silk that covered it… the sight of her fingers and the bulge beneath them inflamed her further…

“Do you remember Tanzania, Tiffany?” He asked.

Joseph had told her earlier that Mount Kilimanjaro lay in Tanzania. Without further direction, Tiffany moved her right hand to her left breast and caressed it for him… her arms crossed in front of her breasts… the fingertips of her left hand made slower and slower little circles around her nipple while her right had squeezed and tested the resiliency of her left breast… waves of warmth and arousal pulsed through Tiffany as her two hands fondled her large throbbing breasts in front of Joseph…

“Good girl… ” the voice said evenly… Joseph did not offer her a smile…

Tiffany felt warmth and undeniable moisture between her legs upon hearing Joseph’s words… amazingly these words of approval excited her almost as much as his hand touching her panties had earlier… she felt them just as intimately… it thrilled her to do what he told her…

“I feel my homesickness waning, Tiffany. Thank you… you are a fine substitute for my native cunt-try… ” He spoke, enjoying the view of the beautiful teenager seated in front of him wearing only a silk blouse and thin bra beneath it… a black miniskirt which she had pulled up around her waist… it covered no more of her than a thick black belt… below it were a small thin pair of white panties which let her dark patch of pubic hair show through… the moisture of her panties allowed the outline of her lips to show clearly… lovely camel’s toe, he remarked mentally… the high boots from the Italian designer Prada reached to just below her bare knees which had parted by about 12 inches… she writhed slowly with her hands crossed and fondling her two large breasts… just as he had directed her to do…

“Enough of the high ground, Tiffany. I want to travel from Africa’s highest point… down to its lowest. ” Joseph said.

Tiffany was totally engrossed in Mount Kilimanjaro and Tanzania as her left and right hands fondled her right and left breasts, respectively… she was stimulating herself under Joseph’s direction… her nostrils opened widely as she sucked in more air and her level of arousal built… she barely heard the words Joseph had spoken…

“What is… and where is… Africa’s lowest point, Tiffany? The even voice requested…

The words reached her consciousness… Africa’s lowest point… Tiffany remembered well that Lake Assal was Africa’s lowest point… she also recalled with a shiver that Joseph had designated the lowest point on Tiffany’s torso… as Lake Assal… when he had placed his hand there previously Tiffany had experienced her first orgasm in response to that touch… on the outside of her panties…

Her eyes opened and looked into Joseph’s… He returned her gaze without blinking… she faltered, but knew that she would give him what he wanted… the fact that Tiffany had brought herself, under Joseph’s guidance, to a very heightened state of sexual arousal made it not only possible but a certainty that she would show him exactly what he desired… her body sought after the additional stimulation that Joseph offered to her like a sportsman dangling bait before fish…

Slowly her right hand released Tanzania, her left breast, and began its trek down her body… leaving the smooth silk of her blouse, the hand traversed her small soft white panties slowly… meanwhile the fingers of her left hand were squeezing and softly tugging at the nipple of her right breast as the embers smoldering in Tiffany’s loins required more intense sensations… the fingers of her right hand slid lower on her panties, almost halting when they felt her first pubic hairs beneath them… they eased lower over the thickening of Tiffany’s small trimmed patch of hair… a moan escaped as her fingers descended… they slipped down till they rested on top of her lower lips… the sensation of contact was amplified by the very poker siteleri wet state of her panties at this point from her secretions… the soak-through made it feel to Tiffany’s finger tips as though there was nothing between them and her lips… just as her eyes opened, her hips moved of their own volition sparking friction between her fingertips and her lowest moist lips… her hand had stopped moving, but her hips had started… her eyes widened as they found Joseph’s… a torrent of emotions swept over Tiffany. She realized in her stupor that control was slipping out of her grasp…

Joseph thought the young girl’s eyes reminded him of the look he had seen n the eyes of animals that he had hunted just before they realized that they were about to die… only in the beautiful Tiffany’s eyes, he could see the sexual hunger that drove her… sensual hunger and surprise… cerebral surprise that she balanced on the brink of her second orgasm before this strange man who seemed to have taken over her body… her right hand clutched hungrily at her left nipple while her hips undulated beneath her left hand which she pressed deeply against the sopping wet panties covering her lips… Joseph smiled as her body writhed out of cunt-trol…

“Enjoying your visit to Lake Assal, Tiffany?” Joseph asked in a quiet voice,.

Awash in sensuality, Tiffany barely heard the words.

“Do you like showing me Lake Assal, Tiffany?”

Her eyes opened and she peered out confused through her haze of arousal… She caught Joseph’s words… her hands continued their manipulations of her young heated sexual parts… her attention remained riveted on her internal sensations rather than external…

“Tiffany… do you want to cunt-tinue in Lake Assal?” Joseph persisted.

The girl withdrew from the brink of orgasm on which she had been hovering…

“… Yes… ” she answered, nodding, hands diligent at their labors… maybe now he would leave her be…

“Yes… what?”

“Yes… I want to… ” she said, frustration evident in her tone… her hands labored on her body to maintain her level of arousal…

“Want to… what, Tiffany?”

“Want to… ” she said looking directly into his eyes, searching for what he wanted from her… he wore a peculiar smile… of course!… she thought… his word!… “to cunt-tinue. “

“Good girl,” he said. “You may cunt-tinue, Tiffany. “

And Tiffany closed her eyes with his permission… again there was that flood of arousal that followed his approval and that word… her left hand squeezed and rolled the nipple on her right breast… her right hand pressed down between her legs, fingers sopping wet… her hips undulated freely… her fingers dug in so deeply that she had pushed part of her panties up inside herself… her head was bobbing now in rhythm with her hips… her eyes had lost focus… the lovely young woman’s mouth hung open and drool slipped over her lower lip…

“Spread your legs, Tiffany… you don’t need to act ladylike now. ” Joseph’s voice told her.

Tiffany relinquished her last vestige of acting ladylike, opening her legs widely and allowing her hand to slide down deeper over her dripping wet lips… Joseph offered no further interruptions as he enjoyed the spectacle of the barely-covered pretty young rich girl stimulating herself in front of him… long booted legs spread wide… moans issued from her throat… her hips rolled of their own accord… her delicate fingers dug into her crotch while her other hand toyed furiously with her breast… Tiffany surfed the crest of a sensual tsunami entirely crafted by Joseph… her focus had locked inward… her eyes were open, but she could only see the multi-colored fireworks exploding within her… there were no external sounds for her… she heard… and felt, a roaring inside… lights exploded behind her eyelids… between her legs her dripping wet fingers were sliding over and into a volcano…

“AAAAWWWWWWWWwwwwwwww… ” came out of Tiffany’s contorted lips as her aroused young body took over completely… “AAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh… “

Tiffany’s second orgasm had greater length and breadth than her first… Her hips pumped out another time as a third earth-moving quake rocked her quivering young body… “UUUUUUHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ” she said, fingers nearly penetrating herself.

“You have a nice feel for Africa,” Joseph said.

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Molly walked into the movie theater and looked around. It was empty, just as she had hoped. She had read the reviews for the movie she was scheduled to see and they were…terrible would be putting it kindly.

Most critics had given the film 1.5 stars out of 5, calling it a “waste of a moviegoers time”. But none of that mattered to Molly. She didn’t come to watch the movie. She came to be seen.

But she didn’t want to be seen by alot of people.

“Just a handful, maybe a bit more.” she had told herself as she got ready and jumped into her car.

It was just beginning to cool down outside, so she had a reason to be wearing her long jacket. Underneath it she wore a light pink t-shirt with the words “SEXY GIRLS” embroidered on it. Molly had put on a pair of her favorite jean shorts that covered just below her small but firm butt.

She had put on this ensemble for one reason only…because it’d be easy to fit in her purse when she decided to take them off.

Molly took a deep breath and walked to the back of the theater to do her…research…

She canlı bahis wanted to see how many people came into the movie theater and where they would sit. She was hoping for a small crowd of course, and, that no one would venture to the top where she sat

The first people to enter were an older couple, in their mid-50s. They sat near the front of the giant movie screen. Molly noticed that they didn’t even look her way, when they entered.

The next person was a conservative looking woman in her late 30s. She went to the other side of the movie theater and sat a bit further up the row. She gave a short glance in her direction but nothing more.

A few more people trailed in over the next couple of minutes but, to her satisfaction, no one sat near here.

7 people in all, Molly thought to herself grinning. That will be quite enough.

Molly waited as the lights went dim for the previews to start. It was around the 3rd preview that Molly began getting nervous.

Her time was almost at hand. She replayed what she wanted to do one kaçak iddaa more time in her mind.

She was going to stand and remove her clothes, place her clothes in her purse, and walk down the aisle with her jacket on, open, and nothing underneath. She hoped a few people saw her, but not many.

Molly waited until the movie theater lights completely went out before she made her move. She waited until the opening scene credits ended and stood up, her heart in her throat. “Make it fast Molly”, she thought to herself.

Molly removed her jacket and took off her top. Her 32B boobs bounced out as she quickly put her shirt in her purse. She smiled to herself and looked below her to make sure no one saw her. She snatched her shorts off, pulling them down her long legs and also placed them in her purse. As she went to put her coat back on, Molly caught man from the older couple look back at her. He squinted confused.

She threw her jacket back on and covered herself, sitting back down innocently. The older man turned back around shaking his head. kaçak bahis He leaned over and looked like he wanted to say something to his wife, but instead said nothing.

Molly giggled to herself. Had she been caught? Had the older man seen her? Had he liked what he saw? As Molly thought about this, she couldn’t help but think of a better idea from her previous one…

When she was ready, Molly stood from the back of the movie theater and took a deep breath. She stood in the aisle and looked down. There had to have been about 20 or 30 steps to the bottom. No doubt she would get caught again…but that was what she wanted.

Molly took off her jacket and put it over arm. She walked down the aisle, and down the stairs (24 she found out, after counting them as she walked down) COMPLETELY NAKED! Molly couldn’t help smiling her entire walk through. Although the movie theater was dark, she could tell from the whispers that everyone was looking her way by the time she made it to the bottom of the movie theater. She turned and walked out of the theater.

She quickly through on her jacket laughing and looking around to see if anyone outside the theater had seen her. There was no one there.

Molly zipped up her jacket and left the movie theater, all the while thinking of the next time she’d do something this daring.

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You just got out of the shower and put on your bra and panties. You look in the mirror thinking of last night, the phone call and how you came like a slut for your Master. You slowly caress your breast and take a deep breath remembering how he said he would suck and kiss them and then fuck them, cumming all over you. One hand slides down your bare body to the hem of your panties and your delicate fingers slide inside. You feel the soft hair of your pussy and then let your finger guide over your clit. You shutter, wishing he was inside you, fucking you. Driving his cock into his slave, his cunt.

Suddenly you hear your husband calling you from the front of the house, “Baby, I’m leaving. The kids are off to school. See you tonight. And I’m sorry I had to work so late last night. I’ll make it up to you. Bye.”

“Bye.” You shout back to him from the open bedroom door. You smile, thinking you weren’t sorry he was late. You go over to the night stand and open it and reach back inside and pull out the vibe you used last night. He was so rotten, making you use it on yourself and then ordering you to lick it clean. You put it between your breasts and turn it on. The hummmming causes you to close your eyes, to take you back to the first time he took you, raped you, used you. How afraid and yet excited you were. If he only knew the slut in you wanted it, needed it, begged for it. How he pushed you to the floor of his office, forced your skirt up. You bring the vibe up to your lips and kiss it. Just as you kissed his hard stiff cock that day. Maybe you really planned it. After all you were wearing thong panties that made it very easy for him to push them aside for that meat monster of his.

The vibe moves down over your lace covered tits and down your stomach. Maybe you have a little time to fuck yourself with it.

The door bell rings and brings you out of your lustful dreams. “Fuck, who can that be?” Quickly you put on your short robe and tie it and go to the front door. Again the bell rings, more demanding it seems, over and over again. Making you angry. You look thought the peep hole and let out a little cry. “HIM!” You mind seems to be shouting ‘Go away, no not here.’ but you slowly open the door.

“Are you alone?” he asks, the man who raped you, owns you, loves you. Standing there in white shirt and tie and dark pants, as if ready for work. “I said are you alone?”

“Ah, yes. Yes, but you can’t be here. Please go away.”

“Let me in slut. You know you need me as much as I need you. I came hard last night hearing you moan and telling me how you would suck my cock. Now I need you. I watched him leave. You are alone, and I need you. I need your cunt. Now let me in before your neighbors see or do you want them to know what a slut you are?”

You open the door all the way and he pushes you aside and grabs your by the wrist, tight squeezing it. “Where is your bedroom?”

“Down the hall. Please. We can’t. You can’t.”

He pulls you down the hall, half dragging you to your bed room. His eyes get big when he sees the vibe on your bed where you tossed it to answer the door. Grabbing your shoulders he turns you to face bedava bahis the bed. “Sooooo, my lovely cunt, you were thinking about us too. Did you use it yet? Was it in your hot pussy?”

“No. I mean……. No.”

Reaching around you, he unties the robe and then hands on your shoulders pushes it down and lets it fall to your feet. His mouth goes to your bare shoulder. Kissing it as a hand cups one of your full boobs. You lean back into him, knowing you can’t fight him, that your body is his for the taking. You try one last protest, “Master, we can’t. We both have to be at work. What will they say?”

“They will keep their mouths shut. You will call in sick and I will say I have a breakfast meeting to go to. Damn, I love these beautiful tits of yours. I wish we had time so I could fuck them and cum all over them. You know how I love that. The feel of your flesh around my hard cock.” He brings the other hand up and now squeezes both mounds. You can feel your nipples getting stiff.

He moves back and you stand there, listening as he undresses, afraid to move. Knowing he takes pleasure in stripping you. You wait for his naked body, his stiff prick to touch you. When it does, when it rests against your ass you again lean back. His property. His body to use and fuck. He unsnaps the front closure of your bra and then cups your naked tits. Playing with your nipples, pulling, pinching, rubbing them. Kissing your neck and then your ear.

“I’m going to fuck that hot pussy of yours. I want to feel it tight around my cock draining my balls of cum till my seed drips down your legs.” He turns you and presses on your shoulders so you sit on the bed. His cock stands straight out, the head large and red. Grabbing the back of your head, his hands pulling your hair he pulls your face to it. You open your moist lips, red lipstick still slightly damp as he pushes his cock into your mouth. He is beyond the mood for soft foreplay, the loving touches and kisses. He is in need of you, your mouth and pussy. To drive his hard cock into you and reward you with his cum. You bring your hands around him, digging your fingernails into his naked ass and let him fuck your face. You leave your lipstick smudged up and down his shaft, feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Slightly gagging you, but you know not to complain. Not when he is in this mood. Once you did and he spanked you so hard you had trouble sitting for two days.

You look up at him, his eyes closed, his face twisted in lust and desire as he fucks your mouth. He knows you don’t like it when he cums in your mouth, but you let him when he needs to because he is your Master and your boss and lover.

Suddenly without warning he pushes you back, away from his wet cock and on to the bed. Dropping to his knees he pushes his face into your silk french cut black panties, kissing your wetness that has soaked them. Your hands grab the sheets, the bed still unmade and your fingers dig into them as he pushes the soft material away from your slit and replaces it with his tongue. Licking you, kissing you, fucking you with that sweet mouth of his. Sucking on your casino siteleri clit, you raise your ass from the bed and cry out, “Ohhh, yess, eat me. Yesssss.”

You feel fingers invade your moist folds and along with his lips and tongue push you closer and closer to your first cum. Your hands go to his head, his hair soft and your push him tighter to you, wanting him to take you, to eat you, to fuck you with his mouth. Your head begins to move from side to side as the fire in you reaches the point of desire that only he brings to you. You cry out as you cum, soaking his face and the sheets, “Ahhhh. Yes…Oh God. Fuck…….Yes.”

He rides the waves of your organism lapping you like a puppy. You relax, breathing hard, exhausted by his attack on you. But you know he is not finished. His needs are yet unfulfilled and soon he will be fucking you like the whore slut you are. You feel him slowly move up your body, kissing and licking his way till his mouth slides over one of your mounds and he sucks on your breast like a baby. You gently hold him as he kisses and licks and sucks first one and then the other. Putting his teeth around each nipples and pulling to it pops from his lips. He licks the cleavage between your soft breast and then makes wet circles all around the right one till the circle gets smaller and smaller and again he is pulling on your stiff nipple.

He moves up, kissing every inch his lips can touch, your chest, throat, neck, arms and then your face and then lips. His tongue invades your mouth as it did your pussy. You push your tongue into his mouth holding him tight pressing your body to his, feeling his hard stiff cock against you. Knowing soon it will be in you.

Moving to his side he pulls you around so you are now laying full length on the bed and his eyes explore you and his hand rests on your moist pussy sliding a finger up and down your swollen lips. “Damn all I could think of after last night is getting here and fucking you. I’m going to enjoy this. Remember the first time? Well this is going to be rough and hard like it. I need you. I need your cunt bad. You are my slave, my cunt slut baby.”

He raises up and rolls his body onto yours, and you feel his weight and the tip of his cock as he guides it to your hole. With just the tip touching you you push up trying to get it into you. He laughs, “Yes you are hot for a fuck aren’t you? Tell me. Tell me what you are and what you want.”

Looking up into his face, all pride gone, no thought of your husband or anything else you tell him what you are, “I’m your fuck slave, your bitch. My body is yours Master, to fuck and use. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me, to use me, to hurt me, to take and rape me and love me. Fuck ME!!”

He shoves his stiff thick cock into you all the way, hard and fast. You let out a scream but the pain and then the full pleasure of his body and yours becoming one is all you can want. He drives it hard in and out of you, fucking you like a whore, driving his long hard cock deep into you. You feel his balls slapping against you your fingernails leave marks on his back as his bites your shoulder. You are bahis siteleri making love like wild animals with only the need to satisfy the wildest instincts. He drives it into you, the bed seems to bounce, your cries as your let out your breath each time he reaches deep into you and his grunts and moans fill the room. The sheets are getting soaked with your juices, his lips on your neck, sucking, leaving his mark. You meet each thrust with your own, wanting him to fill you with his seed.

You cum and then cum again as he rides you twisting body. Meeting his needs with yours. Then you feel him push deep and stay, knowing he is about to explode, to fill you with his cum. You hold him tight your lips near his ear, “Yesss. oh fuck, cum baby, cum Master, Please CUM IN ME.”

The throbbing inside you seems to engulf you very soul as he explodes. Holding each other tight, not wanting this to end. You seem to black out for a few seconds and when you open your eyes he is still laying on top of you, his cock still in your wet dripping pussy. He raises up and looks into your eyes, “Ohhh, wow baby. I needed that bad. I could fuck you all day.” He leans down and kisses you, his tongue again invades your lips. You return the kiss with passion holding his body tight. Your legs now wrapped around him, gently moving your body to rock and feel the cock of your lover your Master in you. Slowly, as if it is a sin, a crime, he slowly pulls out of your pussy. Laying now beside you his hand on your leg, “Ohh, fuck that will teach you to tease me over the phone like that. The phone fuck was good, but this is great.” He laughs and so do you.

“I wish we could stay in bed all day.”

“Me too, but we can’t. You better call into work. Roll over so I can play with your hot ass as you call in.” You roll over onto your side and feel his hands caressing you as you dial work and tell them you are not feeling good and to tell the boss. They say the boss isn’t in yet, but had called and said he was meeting someone for breakfast. You smile as you know what he eat for breakfast. His hand are now between your legs and sliding along your slit. You push back causing them to enter your dripping pussy.

You let him finger you for a while enjoying his touch and wishing you could get him to spend the whole day with you. He pulls his fingers out and you hear him sucking them and then he rolls off the bed. You lay on your back looking up at him, your hands cup your tits in an offering. He smiles and says, “Nothing I would love better then sucking on them right now, but I better get going. Remember we will be making that business trip next week. You did buy the outfits I asked you to didn’t you?”

Blushing, even after what you just did, you say, “Yes. I did. They are so naughty and I will love wearing them for you. I will be your pussy girl the whole time. I can’t wait.”

He dresses as you lay there, one hand touching your slit, fingering yourself for his enjoyment and yours. He goes to the bathroom and finishes getting ready. On his return you have the vibe buried inside you. With your eyes on his, your hand moving it in and out, “I will be fucking myself all day, thinking of your cock Master.”

He leans down and kisses your lips. “My sweet pussy girl. You have my permission to do that. Call me at lunch and get me off.” With that he turns and leaves, the only sound in the room is the vibe as it fills the void he left.

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Endlich kam der Urlaub näher, seit Wochen freuten wir uns auf 14 Tage erholsamen, stressfreien Urlaub auf einer Insel in Kroatien. Bereits im Januar hatten wir endlich Glück und buchten frühzeitig ein Family-Zimmer in einem der schönsten Hotels in Kroatien. Aber zwei Tage vor unserer geplanten Reise, bekam unser Sohn Fieber. Sehr hohes Fieber und sogar so schlimm, dass wir mitten in der Nacht die Rettung alamieren mussten, da er an die 40 Grad Fieber hatte. Notarzt, Krankenwagen und Kinderklinik, das volle Programm.

Glücklicherweise, nach etlichen Infusionen senkte sich das Fieber im Laufe des nächsten Tages. Meine Frau blieb bei unserem Sohn im Krankenhaus und ich versuchte einstweilen alles wichtige mit Versicherung etc. zu erledigen. Am Tag der geplanten Abreise erklärte uns der leitende Kinderarzt, dass unser Sohn einen Virus in sich hätte und noch ein paar Tage im Klinikum verbringen müsse, um ganz sicher zu gehen, dass er keinen Rückfall erleidet. Von der geplanten Urlaubsreise sollten wir allerdings Abstand nehmen. Es war klar, dass ich auf Stornierung pochte, als meine Frau mir bestimmend erklärte, ich sollte doch die Reise alleine antreten. Irgendwie war mir zwar nicht wohl in meiner Haut, lag doch unser gemeinsamer Sohn mit abklingendem Fieber im Krankenhaus. Sie versicherte mir jedoch, sie würde versuchen, mit ihm nachzukommen, um dann noch wenigstens ein paar Tage gemeinsam verbringen zu können.

Hin- und her gerissen, ließ ich mich dann doch davon überzeugen, dass es vernünftiger wäre, die Reise anzutreten und auf meine Frau und unseren Sohn zu hoffen. Auf ein herum ärgern mit der Reiserücktrittversicherung hatte ich keine Lust und als meine Frau auch noch Vorschlug, dass ich mich auf das Motorrad setzen sollte, war es für mich als leidenschaftlicher Motorradfahrer, beschlossene Sache. Etwas wehmütig, aber trotzdem voller Freude, verabschiedete ich mich von unserem Sohn, der schon wieder guter Dinge war und von meiner Frau.

Das mit dem Motorrad war aber auch eine logische Folgerung meiner Frau, denn, wie sollte Sie ohne Auto die weite Strecke nach Kroatien bewältigen.

Ich fuhr also nach Hause und packte das nötigste für eine Woche in die Motorradkoffer, kontrollierte meine BMW und richtete die Motorradkleidung her. Ich beschloss in den frühen Morgenstunden über Italien und ein paar dolomitische Pässe die Reise anzutreten. Dabei plante ich eine Übernachtung in Italien ein und verständigte das Hotel in Kroatien, dass ich einen Tag später eintreffen würde als gebucht.

Kurz vor Sonnenaufgang machte ich mich alleine mit meinem Motorrad auf die Reise. Je näher ich mich den italienischen Alpen näherte umso mehr vergaß ich unsere Sorgen um unseren Sohn und eine Kehre jagte die nächste. Immer nach 2 Stunden fahrt, machte ich eine Zigarettenpause oder tankte das Motorrad auf. So schaffte ich es bis Abends völlig erschöpft in ein Motorradhotel ein zu checken und nach einem ausgiebigen Abendessen erschöpft in das Bett zu fallen. Fest entschlossen, am frühen Vormittag die Weiterreise anzutreten.

Gegen 8.30 Uhr startete ich dann meinem endgültigen Ziel entgegen. Über Udine führte mein Weg entlang abgelegener Pfade in die Ausläufer der Dolomiten und war keine 2 Stunden später an einem kleinen Grenzübergang nach Slowenien. Hier führte mich mein Weg auf die Autobahn und ich jagte mit meinem Motorrad bis nach Dragonja, wo ich gegen Mittag die Grenze überschritt. Es waren noch ca. 1 bis 1,5 Stunden fahrt, die auf mich warteten um dann am Fährboot zur Hotelinsel anzukommen.

Die neu angelegte kroatische Autobahn erlaubte zwar nur 100 km/h, aber ich kam schneller voran als gedacht. So war ich doch noch vor 15 Uhr in Rovinj und parkte mein Motorrad auf dem hauseigenen Parkplatz des Hotels auf dem Festland und bestieg mit meinen Motorradklamotten das Fährschiff, das mich zur Hotelinsel brachte. Es war fast neu und ich hatte es anders in Erinnerung. Ich suchte den Weg aufs Oberdeck und wollte die Sonne, auf der kurzen knapp zwanzig minütigen Fahrt genießen.

Am Oberdeck angelangt suchte ich mir einen Platz nahe der Reling und versuchte mich zu entspannen. Dabei bemerkte ich zwei Damen die ganz vorne am Geländer standen. Eine der Damen, war etwas dick, trug eine schwere goldene Halskette und hatte rotbraunes gesträhntes Haar. Doch ihr weißes Spaghetti-Trägerkleid und das goldene Kettchen am linken Fußgelenk in Verbindung mit ihren hohen Sandalen und ihr braun gebrannter Teint, verrieten einiges über diese Frau. Ihr Alter schätzte ich auf Mitte fünfzig. Die blonde Frau neben ihr war zierlicher und jugendlicher, allerdings auch an die fünfzig Jahre. Ihr Haar war schulterlang und auch sie trug große Ohrringe und war relativ Schmuck behangen.

Irgendwie konnte ich aber meinen Blick nicht von der festeren Rubens-Frau lassen. Irgend etwas faszinierte mich dermaßen, das ich wie ein Schulbub Sie anstarrte. Erst ihr Blick in meine Richtung ließ mich aus meiner Lethargie hochschrecken. Schnell blickte ich auf das Meer bedava bahis hinaus. Nachdem die Fähre an der kleineren Insel mit einem Hotel ihre Gäste entließ, stellte ich erfreut fest, das beide Damen anscheinend ebenfalls auf der anderen Insel wohnten wie ich. Ich lauschte noch auf die Unterhaltung der beiden, kurz vor verlassen des Schiffes, und stellte holländischen Dialekt fest.

Einige Minuten später legte das Fährschiff an und ich ging von Bord. Um das Gepäck kümmerte sich ein Hotelangestellter und ich schlenderte Richtung Haupteingang. Ich ging absichtlich langsam, damit mich die beiden Damen überholen mussten. So starrte ich abwechselnd, den kleinen Hintern der zierlichen Dame an und den wackelnden Arsch, der (für meinen Geschmack) „etwas fetten” Dame. Wobei mich letzterer mehr faszinierte. Da war alles so wohlgeformt unter dem weißen Kleid.

An der Rezeption angekommen, stellte ich erfreut fest, dass beide bereits im Hotel wohnten und auf separaten Zimmern. Warum ich mich darüber freute, konnte ich nicht sagen, aber ich wußte das ich mir irgendwie bald Erleichterung verschaffen musste, denn meine Hose wurde recht eng, während ich sehnsüchtig der Frau im weißen Kleid und ihrer Freundin nach starrte.

Hoffentlich kommt meine Frau bald, dachte ich noch, damit dieser Lümmel in meiner Hose mich nicht um meinen Verstand bringt. Unterbewußt registrierte ich das mehrmalige auffordern der Rezeptionsdame um meinen Paß und um den Hotelvoucher. Nachdem ich beides vorgelegt hatte, dauerte es einige Zeit, bis ich begreiflich machen konnte, warum ich alleine wäre. Das Angebot auf ein anderes Zimmer umzubuchen lehnte ich kategorisch ab, schließlich erwartete ich noch meine Frau und meinen Sohn in den nächsten Tagen.

Somit bezog ich das große Familienzimmer mit Couch, Fernseher und großem Bad mit Duschlandschaft. Na ja, für das Geld konnte man ja auch einiges erwarten.

Ich duschte und zog mich um, da bereits der späte Nachmittag kam und es für Strand oder Pool für mich zu spät war. So pflegte ich mich ausführlich und rasierte mich im Gesicht und Genitalbereich, was ich zwar immer mache, aber diesmal langsam und ausgiebig. Dabei bekam ich einen steifen Schwanz. Immer wieder dachte ich an die Frau im weißen Kleid und an ihre Figur. Ich konnte mir das nicht erklären, warum ich ausgerechnet an dieses mollige Ding dachte und nicht an die zierliche kleine mit den kleinen Brüsten. Ich rasierte mich fertig und trocknete mich ab. Ich griff prüfend an meine Eier und betrachtete von oben meinen knallharten Schwanz mit der glänzenden, geschwollenen Eichel. Langsam zog ich die Vorhaut zurück und wieder vor. Ich stöhnte unterdrückt, denn es war schon einige Zeit her, das ich Sex mit meiner Frau hatte. Was soll’s, dachte ich und fing an mich schneller zu wichsen. Ich schloß meine Augen und die Frau in weiß erschien…ihr Arsch…dieser wohl geformte runde Hintern — ob sie rasiert ist? – Ich spritzte…eine gewaltige Ladung schoss aus meiner Eichelspitze und landete auf dem Wasserhahn und die nachkommende Sahne, strandete im Waschbecken und lief zäh nach unten.

Zumindest für kurze Zeit hatte ich mir Erleichterung verschafft. Ein schlechtes Gewissen hatte ich nicht. Ich befriedigte mich öfters, ohne das meine Frau das mitkriegen würde. Manchmal onanierte ich sogar im Schlafzimmer, während meine Frau neben mir schlief. Ich war eigentlich immer geil und mindestens einmal täglich, machte ich es mir selbst. Im Büro, zu Hause … ich konnte nichts dafür, es war wie ein innerer Drang.

Ich reinigte mich gründlich und legte mich nackt auf das große Bett. Ich überlegte das ich nach dem Abendessen noch das Hotel erkunden wollte. Es gab schließlich vieles zum entdecken.

Kurz darauf schlief ich ein.

Kurz vor 19 Uhr schreckte ich hoch. Zuerst dachte ich, ich hätte das Abendessen verschlafen, doch ein Blick auf meine Uhr zeigte mir, das ich noch rechtzeitig zum Essen bin. Ich stand auf und zog mich an. Die Motorradkoffer ließen nicht all zuviel Klamotten zu. So entschied ich mich für eine weite kurze sandfarbene Short im armylook, ein weißes Kurzarmhemd und für meine Wildlederschuhe, in die ich Barfuß schlüpfte. Auf eine Unterhose verzichtete ich, den manchmal beengte mich diese zu sehr! Ich ging zum Abendessen — im Restaurant angekommen, suchte ich erstmal meinen Tisch mit meiner Zimmernummer und da saßen die beiden „Ladies” doch gemeinsam an einem Tisch.

Mein Tisch befand sich zwei Tische weiter entfernt und ich nahm Platz. Die Bedienung kam und fragte was ich trinken wollte. Ich entschied mich für ein einheimisches Bier. Danach stand ich auf und schielte wieder auf den Tisch der Damen. Als ich mich Richtung Buffet bewegte, sah ich aus den Augenwinkel einen Mann mit hoher Stirn und grau meliertem Haar, sowie einen übervoll beladenen Teller, an den Tisch der Holländerinnen Platz nehmen. „Scheisse…”, durchfuhr es mich. „Warum eigentlich scheisse? – Was will ich denn von den Ladies?”, dachte ich noch. Ich widmete casino siteleri mich meinem Teller und versuchte etwas weniger aufzulegen, als der „Kollege”, der an dem Tisch der Damen saß. Was mir nur schwerlich gelang, weil alle Speisen verdammt lecker aussahen. Aber ein Buffet heißt ja noch lange nicht, das man nur einmal dorthin gehen darf! So kam ich also mit meinem „Vorspeisen-Teller” zurück an meinen Platz und blickte ungeniert auf den Tisch. Die etwas festere trug heute Abend ein ähnliches Kleid wie nachmittags. Es war grün — eine schreckliche Farbe wie ich finde — aber betonte ihren durchwegs braunen Teint. Ihre braun gebrannten Knie waren zu sehen und ihre Zehennägel sahen sehr gepflegt und weiß aus. Am Knöchel konnte ich das Kettchen sehen und als Schuhe trug Sie strass-besetzte schwarze Riemchensandalen mit halbhohem Absatz.

Ihre „Partnerin” trug einen weißen leichten Pullunder und eine schwarze Hose, die sehr eng anliegend ausschaute.

Ich setzte mich also genau so, das ich den Tisch direkt vor mir hatte. Das Bier war ebenfalls schon angekommen, als ich Platz nahm. Ein kräftiger Schluck und dann machte ich mich über meinen Teller her. Zwischendurch versuchte ich immer wieder einen Blick auf die drei am Tisch zu werfen und sah, das sie sich angeregt unterhielten. Irgendwelche Anstalten schienen von dem Typen, den ich ungefähr auf knappe 60 Jahre schätzte, nicht auszugehen. Zumindest konnte ich nicht feststellen, zu welcher der Beiden er gehörte.

Als ich fertig gegessen hatte, bestellte ich ein zweites Bier beim Kellner und beschloss mir einen weiteren Teller zu holen. Ich hatte den ganzen Tag fast nichts gegessen und Durst hatte ich auch. Das erste Bier tat auch gleich seine Wirkung und ließ mich die Hemmungen vor den Kalorien schwinden. Als ich mich zum Buffet aufmachte, standen die drei auf und verließen ihren Tisch. Es war wirklich schade, hatte ich doch meinen Spaß daran, die Frau im grünen Kleid zu beobachten und alle Fehler die ihre Figur hatte festzustellen. Aber irgendwie fand ich, hatte sie eigentlich eine makellose Figur, die zu ihr passte. Es war faszinierend wie toll eine Frau mit ein paar Pfunden mehr, braun gebrannt und gut angezogen, wirken kann.

Auch den zweiten Teller aß ich zur Gänze auf und nützte das zweite Bier um alles runter zu spülen. Was noch fehlte um das Abendessen komplett zu machen, wäre ein Riesen Rülpser gewesen, den ich mir allerdings ersparte. Eine gute Zigarette tat es auch. In Kroatien herrschte zwar überall kein Rauchverbot, aber es war bereits Dämmerung und die Sonne ging jeden Moment unter, so wollte ich doch noch raus aus dem Restaurant auf die Terrasse des Hotels.

Ich war bereits ein wenig beschwipst durch die zwei Bier auf fast nüchternem Magen. So ging ich auf die große Hotelterrasse und setzte mich an einen freien Tisch, zündete mir eine Zigarette an und blickte auf die Hotelbucht und den wenigen Segelbooten die dort ankerten.

Eine Musikband war am anderen Ende der Terrasse gerade dabei, letzte Kabel anzuschließen. Kurze Zeit später stimmten sie bereits die Musikinstrumente. Die Terrasse wurde immer voller. Da ich alleine an einem Tisch saß, dauerte es nicht lange, bis eine Familie mit ihrer Tochter fragte, ob noch Platz sei. Ich bat die Drei sich doch zu setzen. Das Mädchen das sie dabei hatten, war knappe zwölf Jahre alt, schätzte ich. Er war ein Typ Marke „Versicherungsvertreter” und sie schien sich mit ihrer hausmütterlichen Rolle abgefunden zu haben. Wobei Sie ihre Haare streng zusammengebunden hatte und ihre gute Figur unter dem Kleid versteckte. Ihre Beine waren makellos wie ich auf einen Blick feststellen konnte. Ihre Brüste wohlgeformt, obwohl ich nicht feststellen konnte, das Sie einen BH trug.

Sie stellten sich als Heinz, Babsi und die Tochter als Jasmin vor. Sie kamen aus dem Rheinland und waren schon 8 Tage hier und hatten noch 5 Tage vor sich, wie sich herausstellte. Leider lag ich in meiner Einschätzung gänzlich verkehrt. Babsi war Lehrerin an einer Hauptschule und Heinz war Heizungsinstallateur-Meister bei einer großen Firma für Getränke-Abfüllanlagen.

Wir unterhielten uns eine gute Stunde lang und die Musik der Gruppe wurde immer besser. Immer mehr Paare suchten den Weg auf die Tanzfläche vor der Bühne. Heinz war nun ganz der Ehemann und forderte Babsi auf mit ihm zu tanzen. Als sie aufstanden war ich mit Jasim alleine. Ich versuchte Sie ein wenig in eine Konversation zu verwickeln, aber Sie schien mehr Abwesend und mürrisch zu antworten. Ihr Nintendo DS fesselte Jasmin mehr als meine Fragen. Mittlerweile bestellte ich das zweite Bier und meine Stimmung wurde immer gelöster. Ich blickte verzweifelt herum und versuchte die Holländerin mit ihrem grünen Kleid zu entdecken. Aber Sie war an keinem der Plätze zu sehen. Auch auf der Tanzfläche war Sie nicht zu finden.

Babsi winkte während des Tanzen ein-zweimal herüber und ich konnte beim besten Willen nicht bestimmen, wem das Winken galt, ihrer Tochter, oder bahis siteleri mir! So winkte ich kurzerhand einmal zurück, was Sie mit einem Lächeln quittierte.

Nach drei Tanzrunden, war eine kurze Pause angesagt. Beide kamen wieder an den Tisch zurück und sahen recht verschwitzt aus. Wieder begannen wir ein formloses Gespräch, dabei erwähnten die beiden, das die gegenüberliegende Insel eine FKK Insel war und Sie die letzten Tage dort hinüber gegangen seien, weil ihnen der vor dem Hotel liegende Strand bereits zu voll war. Interessiert hörte ich zu und Babsi ließ nicht unbetont, das Sie alle vollkommen nackt herumlaufen würden. Jasmin quittierte die Aussage ihrer Mutter mit: „Mama, muss du das dem Mann jetzt unbedingt erzählen, das interessiert ihn doch die Bohne!”

Babsi wurde etwas verlegen und Heinz, ganz Gentleman, versuchte seine Frau zu retten, indem er Jasmin zurechtwies. „Vorlautes Ding, vorlautes!” war alles was er dazu sagte. Yasmin starrte bereits wieder auf ihren Nintendo und ihre Finger flogen nur so um die Tastatur.

Ich beschloss kurzerhand mich zu verabschieden und schüttelte beiden die Hände. Ich wolle noch ein wenig an die Bar, erklärte ich und wollte gleichzeitig die angespannte Familiensituation entschärfen. Dabei überlegte ich allerdings, als ich Babsi’s weiche Hand in meiner hatte, wie Sie wohl nackt aussehen würde. Ich beschloss im selben Augenblick gleich morgen einmal die FKK Insel zu besuchen. Als ich den Tisch verließ hörte ich Heinz noch zu Babsi sagen: „Was erzählst du nur für Mist, sag mal…!”

Ich ging die Treppen zur oberen Ebene hinauf und betrat das riesige Hotelvoyeur. Die Bar war am anderen Ende im Richtung Wellness-Bereich. Ich nahm an einem der zehn Barhocker Platz und bestellte mir ein weiteres Bier. Anscheinend waren alle Hotelgäste auf der Terrasse beim Tanz.

Ich hatte eine Barkeeperin und das fünfte Bier erzeugte bei mir bereits einen Rausch. Nicht das ich volltrunken gewesen wäre, aber ich hatte spürte das Bier schon und versuchte die Barkeeperin in ein Gespräch zu verwickeln. Dabei erfuhr ich, das Richtung Wellness-Bereich eine Treppe tiefer, sich die Hotel eigene Discothek befand. Das durfte ich mir jugendlicher 44 jähriger-motorradfahrender-Typ nicht entgehen lassen und machte mich eine halbe Stunde später auf, um der Discothek einen Besuch abzustatten.

Ich hörte bereits das hämmern der Musik aus großen Lautsprechern und betrat die Disco durch eine Schwungtüre. Mein Augenlicht musste sich kurz an die Dunkelheit die herrschte gewöhnen um die Orientierung zu finden. Ich ging zielstrebig an die lange Theke und setzte mich auf einen freien Barhocker. Viel war ja nicht los, was ja auch aufgrund der schwülwarmen Nacht, kein Wunder war.

Ich bestellte abermals ein Bier und wußte, dass ich wohl nicht mehr lange bleiben konnte, denn meinem Alkoholgehalt zu grundegelegt, fielen immer mehr irgendwelche Hemmungen und ich überlegte bereits eine Frau zum Tanzen auf zu fordern. Ich drehte mich auf dem beweglichen Barhocker um und blickte in die offene Discothek hinein. Auf der Tanzfläche bewegten sich einige Kids unter flackerndem Licht zu Technosound.

Mein Blick schweifte umher und dann sah ich Sie! Ja, Sie — die mollige mit ihrem grünen Kleid. Dieses geile Stück. – Was dachte ich nur? Ich führte es auf mein vieles Bier zurück!

Gegenüber ihr saß die ihre Freundin und schmuste hemmungslos mit dem Typen vom Abendtisch. Ich sah, das die beiden längst über den Zeitraum des Zungenkusses hinweg waren. Seine Hände waren überall zu finden und sie begrapschten sich gegenseitig, wo immer sie sich erwischten, so hatte es den Anschein. Meine „Angehimmelte” allerdings, schien das äußerst kalt zu lassen und blickte ebenfalls in meine Richtung! – Meine Richtung? „Verdammt die schaut wirklich hierher!” dachte ich und hob instinktiv mein Glas um ihr zu zu prosten! Auch Sie hob ihr Glas und lächelte mich an! „Wow — die lächelt dich an, Mensch!” durchfuhr es mich. Etwas umständlich fingerte ich eine Zigarette aus meiner Brust und zündete sie an. Ich rauchte genüsslich – „Soll ich nochmal hinprosten?” überlegte ich, „ach was soll’s!” und hob erneut mein Glas in ihre Richtung!Keine Reaktion ihrerseits — „..hatte Sie mich etwa nicht gesehen?” – „War es nur eine zufällige Geste?” – Ich starrte förmlich hinüber und ich bildete mir ein, das Sie öfters die Beine übereinander schlug als nötig! Mein „Kleiner” in der Hose machte sich bemerkbar und ich stellte mir vor, wie es jetzt wäre Sie auszuziehen, sie zu lecken, sie zu schmecken…”!

Plötzlich hob Sie ihr Glas und prostete… – „Mir? – Gilt das mir?” dachte ich und blickte nach rechts — und da war ER, ja der Typ von Mann — ein „kroatischer Ciccolo” – was bildete ich mir nur ein? Als das diese Frau nur einen Blick auf einen Mann verschwenden könnte, der seinen Ehering am falschen Finger trug?

Ich beschloss mein Bier aus zu trinken und auf mein Zimmer zu gehen! Für heute hatte ich genug … genug zu trinken. Als ich aufstand, merkte ich, wie ich leicht schwankte und griff an die Theke um mir Halt zu verleihen! Die Erregung in meiner Hose war längst verschwunden , als ich merkte, das das Prosit nicht mir galt. Ich ging aufrechte und voll konzentriert zur Schwungtür und verließ die Disco.

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This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person is unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.

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To say I was nervous would be an understatement. It was my first day of college, and I would be living away from home for the first time. There was no denying that I was excited, but moving out scared me.

Honestly, if it were up to me, I probably would’ve lived at home. My parents’ house was only about half an hour away from my university, and I could’ve commuted back and forth, at least for the first semester. But my parents – my mom especially – really pushed me to put myself out there and live at school.

They were probably right. I had grown up in a sheltered suburban neighborhood and had never really ventured far beyond my comfort zone. Going from a local high school to a huge university with literally thousands of students was a step in the right direction.

Still, there was a lot I didn’t know. Who would my roommate be? Would she be nice? Would she like me? Would I make friends easily? Would I like my professors? The list went on.

I woke up early that morning, a little before sunrise. I tossed and turned in hopes of going back to sleep, but my nerves had other plans. I decided to get up so I could finish packing and enjoy one more breakfast at home.

I rolled out of bed, walked down the hall, and entered the bathroom. I turned on the shower to let the water warm up and quickly discarded my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror. My freckles complemented the reddish brown hair that fell to my shoulders, and my small B cup boobs stood out from my chest. My small nipples, which were surrounded by moderately sized tan areolas, poked out in the cool morning air.

I had heard all the stories about wild blonde college girls with big boobs and tiny waists. That definitely wasn’t me. I hoped I’d find a way to blend in anyway.

I stretched my arms into the air as I waited for the shower to get warmer. Still looking in the mirror, I took note of the stubble that coated my underarms and reminded myself to shave in the shower. Glancing below my waist, I eyed the tangle of brown hair that covered my mons. No need to shave that now, I thought. It wasn’t like anyone would see it except for me, and I didn’t feel bold enough to go fully bare below the belt.

I ran my fingers through the tufts of pubic hair, almost as if to comb it and make it more presentable. Feeling satisfied with the result, I pulled back the shower curtain and hopped into the shower.

After a quick wash of my body, I made sure to shave my underarms and legs until they were silky smooth. I gave myself one final rinse before turning off the water, after which I wrapped myself in a fluffy dark green towel and headed back down the hall toward my bedroom.

I couldn’t decide what to wear. I dug through my packed bags and eventually settled on a pair of blue shorts with a matching white tank top. The day was supposed to be pretty warm, and I wanted something that would keep my body cool. I pulled on a pair of white cotton panties that fully covered my crotch and my bum. I added a white bra and donned the outfit that I had picked out. I set aside a pair of sneakers and some socks.

After a quick trip downstairs for a cup of coffee and some cereal, I returned to my room to finish packing. I tossed my pajamas into my suitcase along with a few other pieces of clothing that I had forgotten about. I added a few last-minute toiletries like deodorant and body wash, and I made sure I had enough pads and tampons to last until at least January.

I looked around my room for anything I might have forgotten. It was a room full of childhood memories in the form of photos, trophies, and trinkets. Nothing really struck me as essential, but I came across an old photo album on my bookshelf. I pulled it off the shelf and plopped down on my bed.

It had been awhile since I cracked it open. A layer of dust coated the surface, and the cover and pages were stiff. I opened the album and thumbed through the pages. There were old family photos and countless pictures of me with Annie, my longtime best friend. After going to school together for over a decade, Annie and I were going our separate ways. She was traveling across the country to go to a liberal arts school near some of her extended family. I was going to the big university in our home state. It would be our first time apart for more than a few days since either of us could remember.

I smiled as I reminisced about birthday parties and sleepovers. Annie and I had so many memories together. I had gotten busy so the last couple years were missing, but there was still more than enough to look at. As much as I tried to downplay it, I was going to miss her.

“Knock knock,” my dad said as he entered my doorway.

“Hi, dad,” I replied.

“Ready to go, sweetie?” he asked.

“Yeah, I finished packing this morning. We still have some time, don’t bahis siteleri we?”

“We do. It’s only ten o’clock. But I’ll start loading your stuff into the car.”

Time must have gotten away from me. I couldn’t believe it was ten o’clock already. Time flies when you’re immersed in old memories, I guess.

“That’s okay,” I said. “I can do it.”

“We can do it together,” dad answered.

So we did. He grabbed my heavy suitcase, and I grabbed a couple smaller bags. We were able to load the car in three trips, and the last task between me and leaving for college was now complete.

“Why don’t you double check your room to make sure you aren’t forgetting anything?” dad asked. “I’ll see if your mother is ready to go. I’m sure she’s around here somewhere, though I have no idea what the hell she’s been doing all morning.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

I headed upstairs and stepped into my bedroom. I looked around my room one last time, smiled, and turned around to go back downstairs. This was going to be the first day of the rest of my life, and it was about time I got on with it.

Almost as soon as I got downstairs, my mom hugged me and nearly tackled me to the ground.

“Happy first day of college, Sally!” she said, showing no signs of letting go.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to appear nonchalant despite the nerves that were eating me up inside.

“You must be so excited!” she exclaimed.

“I am,” I said. “Dad and I loaded up the car earlier this morning.”

“Ready to go, then?” she asked.

“Yup,” I said. “I think so.”

We climbed into the car and started off toward the university. Dad was driving, with mom in the passenger seat and me in the backseat.

“You’re going to love it,” mom said. “There’ll be so much to see and do, so many clubs, so many interesting people. It’ll be hard to find time for it all.”

“Just make sure you focus on your classes,” dad chimed in.

“Yes, daddy,” I said. “That’s my top priority.”

“Oh goodness no,” mom interjected. “Do enough to get your degree, but don’t overdo it. It’s college. It’s your last few years before real life kicks in. Try to enjoy it.”

“Yes, mom,” I said begrudgingly.

I saw dad roll his eyes in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.

Before long, we had arrived at school, parked the car, and begun unloading the car.

“Guess this is you,” dad said as we approached dorm 414 in Hunt Hall.

I swung open the door. Apparently my roommate hadn’t arrived yet, as the room had only barebones furniture and nothing else.

My eyes quickly scanned the room. There were two twin beds on opposite walls, two small desks, a closet, and a couple of dressers. The walls were a dull white, but the view of campus out the window added a bit of excitement to an otherwise plain view.

Mom, dad, and I diligently unpacked for about an hour. I unpacked my clothes while mom made my bed for me and dad made some trips back and forth to the car. We hung a few posters and added a few personal touches, but I didn’t want to overdo it in case my roommate had different ideas.

Dad came back from his last trip to the car just as mom and I finished unpacking. I wasn’t looking forward to this part. I didn’t feel quite ready for my parents to leave, but I knew it would have to happen eventually, so now was as good a time as ever.

“Want us to hang around until your roommate shows up?” dad asked.

“No, that’s okay,” I said casually. “Who knows when she’ll be here. Besides, there’s not much left to do here anyway.”

“Are you sure, Sally?” dad asked.

“Of course she’s sure, Marty,” mom chimed in. “Aren’t you, honey?”

“Yes, mom,” I said.

“See?” mom added. “Let’s get out of here and let Sally kick off her college experience.”

“If you say so, dear,” said dad. He too was trying to play it cool but his efforts did little to hide his reluctance to leave his only daughter just yet.

“Make sure you study hard and don’t do anything too crazy,” dad continued. “If you need anything, we’re just a phone call away.”

“Thanks, daddy,” I said. I wrapped my arms around him for one final hug.

“Don’t listen to him,” mom interjected. “Study hard and all that, but make sure you have some fun, too. I remember my college days. They were some of the best days of my life. The parts I remember were, at least.” She chuckled to herself as she tacitly reminisced.

“I’ll have fun, too,” I said back.

I leaned in for a quick hug with mom. As we embraced, she whispered in my ear, “I left you a little gift under your pillow. Don’t tell your father.” She winked as we pulled apart.

Then, just like that, they both headed off to the car, leaving me on my own to make my way in the world.

Naturally, I was curious about mom’s gift, so I made my way over to my bed to take a look. Under my pillow was a pink cylindrical object along with a note. Oh God, I thought. She didn’t. She couldn’t have.

I glanced at the note. “Thought this might be a fun little going away present for canlı bahis siteleri you. I don’t think I need to tell you where it goes. Make sure you turn it on so it vibrates too. XOXO, Mom.”

Did my own mother really get me – I could barely bring myself to say it – a sex toy? She was just too much sometimes. I had never used a toy before. On the rare occasion that I did touch myself, I just used my fingers but could never get over the edge, so to speak. I hadn’t been with a guy before either, not in that way anyway. Maybe this dildo, or whatever it’s called, would help me out.

“Hi there,” a girl’s voice blurted out. Startled, I shoved the toy back under my pillow and whirled around.

“Hi,” I said. “Are you my roommate?”

“I sure am,” she said. “My name’s Savannah. What’s yours?”

“Sally,” I replied. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same here,” she answered with a smile. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling back. “I didn’t want to overdo it before you got here, but I tried to put out a few things to make it feel like home.”

“Well it looks great,” she said. She had an infectious enthusiasm about her that really put me at ease.

Savannah was a pretty girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. She was about my height, somewhere just over five feet, and had perky round boobs that protruded from her thin figure.

Savannah had on a yellow sundress and some fashionable sandals that undoubtedly completed the outfit yet somehow seemed unfit for the hustle and bustle of moving. A pair of designer sunglasses rested atop her head.

Savannah’s parents came into the dorm shortly after that. They brought in countless outfits, some furniture, and decorative lights. It almost felt like I was in the middle of a home makeover show. Everything seemed so refined and classy, but Savannah was careful not to overstep and encroach on my decoration so far.

“Well, I think I can take it from here,” Savannah said to her parents. “Everything’s here. Now I just need to decorate. You guys don’t need to stick around for that. Sally and I can figure out how we want to finish the room.”

“Are you sure, darling?” her mom asked. “It’s not any trouble for us to stay.”

“No, no,” Savannah responded. “That’s alright. We can manage just fine.”

She gave each of her parents a kiss on the cheek and sent them on their way. With that, it was just the two of us.

“So, I’m thinking we hang these lights around the room,” Savannah said as she pointed to some Christmas-type decorative white lights. “What do you think, Sally?”

“Sounds great, Savannah,” I said. “Need a hand?”

“Yeah, why don’t you grab that chair and hold it steady?” she suggested. “I’ll get up there and start hanging the lights a little at a time.”

“Perfect,” I answered.

I pulled the generic university-provided desk chair toward one end of the room and gathered some of the lights. Savannah took the lights from me and climbed up on the chair. I stood behind her holding the chair steady.

From where I was standing, I could see right up Savannah’s sundress. She had on some barely-there light purple undies that did little to cover her butt. I knew I shouldn’t look, but I couldn’t make my eyes look away. Her cheeks were almost perfectly round with visible tan lines. I envied her body. She would have no trouble finding guys in college, I thought.

She had to know she was on display. How could she not? She volunteered to stand on a chair in a pretty short sundress. What did she think would happen? Then again, maybe she wanted to show off her body. It was hard to tell since I didn’t know her, but no matter what her motivation, it was a pretty bold move considering she was meeting her roommate for the first time.

“So are you from around here?” Savannah asked as she went about hanging up the lights.

“Yeah, my parents live about half an hour away. How about yourself?”

“Well we used to live closer when I was younger, but we moved to the city maybe five years ago when my dad was promoted to CEO of his company. So my parents are a couple hours away now.”

“Oh wow,” I said.

“Yeah,” she answered. “I’ve wanted to go to school here since I was a girl, though. Ever since we moved, I’ve been dying to come back to the area. And now here we are: freshman roomies! Hand me some more of those lights, would you?”

“Sure thing, Savannah,” I said. I handed her another string of lights and some hooks.

We carried on like that for a while, chatting about our families, our interests, and so on. All the while, Savannah continued to sway back and forth while on the chair, leaving her butt fully visible under her dress. I’m not into girls or anything – at least I don’t think I am – but I’ll admit it was hard to look away.

We moved on to a few other interior design choices and decided to wrap up for the day. I sat down on my bed, and Savannah plopped down onto her bed on the opposite wall, facing me. As she did, she paid little attention to the billowing of her sundress and güvenilir bahis the way her legs spread apart. I caught yet another glimpse of her purple panties, this time from the front.

Savannah must have caught me looking, as she made a theatrically half-hearted attempt to cover herself.

“Oops,” she said. “Must’ve forgotten I was wearing a dress.”

She winked at me. I had no idea what was going on. Living on my own for the first time after a relatively sheltered life, I didn’t know what to expect. Hard as it was to believe, maybe this was normal.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.

“Oh, I’m not worried, Sally,” she replied. “We’re roommates. I’m sure we’re going to be seeing lots of each other in ways that other people don’t. I’m not shy. I hope you aren’t either.”

She winked again. I tried to smile politely but didn’t exactly know how to respond.

We chatted a little more, and Savannah occasionally flashed her panties as she fidgeted on her bed. It was almost like she was trying to tease me – or torment me.

After some more chatter, we agreed to go to the dining hall together for dinner. We swiped our university ID cards and worked our way through the buffet. With full plates and empty stomachs, we selected a booth by the window. A few minutes later, some older guys stopped by our table.

“What’s up, ladies?” one of them said.

“Oh, just enjoying our first gourmet college dinner,” Savannah replied.

“Well, if you’re looking for something to do tonight before freshman orientation starts tomorrow, some friends of ours are having a party. If you’re interested, that is.”

“Definitely interested. Where is it?”

“One of the apartments off campus. 379 Adams Street.”

“Cool,” Savannah said casually. Will you be there?”

“Yeah,” the guy said. “I’m Steve by the way.”

“I’m Savannah,” she responded. “And that’s Sally.”

“Hi,” I said somewhat awkwardly. Savannah was clearly running the show, but I felt like I should say something.

“Savannah, why don’t you let me get your number for later?” Steve proceeded. He was obviously more interested in her than he was in me, not that I minded.

Savannah added herself to his phone, sent herself a text, and said we’d see them later. The boys went on their way, leaving Savannah and me to ourselves.

“Guess we’ve got plans for tonight then, huh?” Savannah said to me.

“Yeah,” I said. “Sounds like fun.”

“Glad to hear you say that,” Savannah continued. “I wasn’t sure if you had other plans yet, so I just sort of rolled with it. Besides, orientation doesn’t start until tomorrow morning, so we might as well have some fun tonight, right?”

“Yup,” I said. “And that Steve guy seems to like you. He was cute!”

Savannah blushed. “You think so? I don’t know, Sal – can I call you Sal? Or do you prefer Sally?”

“Sal is good with me. But he asked for your number! He must like you.”

“Maybe. Or he could be just another upperclassman looking to score. Guess we’ll find out. Come on. Let’s head back to the room to get ready.”

It was a short walk back to our dorm, but my mind was racing the whole time. I was expecting to settle in and get a good night’s sleep tonight, not go running off to some off-campus party. But this is what college was supposed to be about, I guess. It would be good to get out of my comfort zone. Besides, if it really wasn’t fun, I could just leave after a little while.

We climbed the stairs to our floor, said hello to a few other girls that we passed, and got back to our room where the last few rays of sunlight shone through the window.

“What to wear, what to wear?” Savannah muttered rhetorically. She rifled through her clothes in the closet and chose a couple of outfits. “What do you think?” she asked.

“I think both look good,” I said.

“Not helpful,” she said back playfully. “But I think I’ll go with this.” She picked a pair of tight white jeans and a low-cut pink top.

“Looks great,” I said.

“Now what about you, Sal?”

“I don’t know. I’ll just wear some jeans and a polo shirt or something.”

“A polo shirt? No no, Sal. Here, what about this?” She offered me a sleeveless white shirt that would show a little skin but nowhere near as much as the top she selected for herself.

“That’s nice of you, Savannah, but you don’t have to let me borrow your clothes. I’m sure I have something.”

“I insist, Sal. Try it on and see if you like it.”

“Okay,” I said, grabbing the shirt and a pair of jeans. “I’ll go change in the bathroom and be right back.”

“The bathroom?” Savannah said, puzzled. “Why?”

“Well, I, uh…” I stammered.

“You can change in here, Sal,” Savannah said. “Like I said earlier, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other. Might as well start now. If it helps, I’ll turn around, and you can let me know when you’re done, okay?”

Savannah spun around and began digging through her shoes. It was nice of her to accommodate my uneasiness.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought to myself. After kicking off my shoes, I pulled my tank top over my head and unbuttoned my shorts, which fell to the ground. I stood there in my bra and panties, just a few feet away from a girl I met only a few hours earlier. I hadn’t really thought about some of these parts of life with a roommate, but I just had to embrace it.

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Fiction based loosely on some real experiences in my life.

It was one of those cool, not yet cold, fall mornings, a dash of frost on the grass, not the first though, ‘Pretty’ I thought, as I walked along the covered walkway from the house to the detached 3 stall garage and through the side door. I stood by the car door and unlocked it. As I opened the door, I felt a little wetness dribble down the inside of my thigh. I get so turned on sometimes, no actually most of the time, thinking about the nakedness between my legs. I hate wearing panties, no bra either. Besides if I did, I couldn’t tease people with peeks of my pussy or nipple could I? Now I’m off for my morning fix of exposing myself, something I do most every morning. I can’t help myself.

I love my car, what they call a triple black Corvette; black body, black convertible top, and black interior. Always surprised at how many women drive Corvettes. Both a chick and a guy magnet. I think the car matches my life and personality – bold, hard, rough, and fast. I slip my crutches behind the seat, lower my bottom onto the seat, slide my single leg over the high threshold, and put my foot on the floor as I wiggle around a bit getting comfortable.

Crutches? Single leg? I can hear you asking ‘what the hell?’ Maybe now is a good time to describe myself. I’m in my early 30’s; long brown hair with some wave, a few inches past my shoulders, today pulled back in a pony tail; clear fair skin still with some of summer’s tan; tall, about 5’9″; slim, about 110, up and down a few pounds; small breasted, ohhh my … love small breasts; great ass, at least that’s what people say and I happen to agree, a little partial to my ass. Te He. ‘What about the leg?’ Okay, okay. A few years ago my left leg was amputated, cut off, whatever, why is a whole other story, leaving about 4 or 5 inches of thigh, or stump as I prefer to say; probably a fast way to lose 15 pounds but not for everyone; very little scaring, just a faint line across the end these days. The shape is similar to my right thigh at the same place. Not at all ugly, at least to me. Oh yes, don’t feel sorry for me because I have one leg either, there isn’t anything I want to do that I can’t, and I’m very, some would say ferociously, independent.

I start the garage door opening. Key in the ignition, twist, and the engine roars to life. I like the sound of the exhaust as it idles, nice deep tones, throaty, as it echoes off the opening door. I press the throttle a few quick times. Varoom. Varoom. My heart races and pounds a little harder for a moment until the engine slows down. Love it when someone blips my ‘throttle’. I chuckle to myself at the thought and touch my clit for a moment. The morning sunlight floods the garage now that the door is open, a gently cool breeze blows through my open window. The leather against my bare ass is cold at first, but it doesn’t take long for things to warm up. Sure the seat warmer works well in this car, but looking down at my hairless pussy, thanks to electrolysis it now is permanently that way; the evenly trimmed labia, great plastic surgery, so much neater; and my stump, the steam starts to rise from the collar of my nylon ski jacket. Rather be a little too cool, than too hot you know. Well now you do. I run my finger through my labia and scrape some of the accumulating juices free, then suck my finger. “Hmmmm” I say loud enough to be heard over the sound of the car.

I press the throttle briefly again as my window rolls up and then drive away. The sun is out, feels warm through the windows, probably too cool to put the top down. Oh there have been some fun times with the top down, blouse unbuttoned, wind against my nipples, my very hard nipples. Oh fuck me, just thinking about it leaves a thick blob of juice at my pussy opening. Can’t waste that. I scoop a finger load up and swallow it. “Damn that’s good.” I say out loud.

Driving into the parking lot of the combination Barnes & Noble / Starbucks and I see lots of people sitting out in the sun, still a few empty tables. Saturday mornings always seem bring out more people than during the week. Ten degrees warmer already according to the thermometer in the car, handy feature, going to be a nice day. Sure am ready for some Java. Park the car in the handicapped spot and get out. Very since it’s so wide, no one bangs my car and I can get the overly large, at least it always feels that way, door open all the way. If anyone had been standing there, they would have had a lovely show. Impossible to get out of this car without a really big flash of crotch, at least when I get out, my my. Oh well, I know I’ll be able to flash a few people soon enough.

Standing next to the car, I smooth my blouse and skirt making a little show by pausing briefly as my hands cross my breasts and again across my hips. As I close the door, I look around and notice a few people watching me, that always happens, rare to see a woman with one leg get out of a Vette you know. They all seem to go back to what they were doing. Crutches under my arms, illegal bahis toasted English muffin in a lunch bag in one hand along with the newspaper dangling in the plastic bag the ‘paper boy’ puts it in, quaint phrase, I gracefully, worked very hard over time to make it look like I’m almost floating, make my way to an empty table in the sun and put my things down. Surveying the crowd to see if I can spot anyone who I want to show off too as I walk to the window and back, I return soon with a large coffee.

There’s a woman at a nearby table, clear line of sight between us, from me to her is mostly facing away from the other tables, perfect for what I want to do and will let me be a bit bolder. I look at her closer and see she’s nice looking, maybe my age, maybe a few years older, still very lovely, oh my yes, long hair, body much like mine. Her hand rests in her lap almost like she is touching herself, can’t quite tell if she really is. Hope she’ll play, never know, might just piss her off, maybe she won’t even look.

Of course I could sit down first, then lay my crutches on the ground, but if I do it the other way around my short skirt will ride up my bare leg and show off my ‘charms’. I turn around, my back is now towards her. I know, I think, she is watching me, take a quick peek, she’s not really looking at her newspaper, maybe, trying hard to not let anyone know, specially me, that she is watching me, probably by now with her mouth open a little, I hope, take another quick peek, yes she does, just wait baby.

I’ve perfected this next move over time. With my leg remaining straight, I bend way over more than I need too, almost putting one hand on the pavement as I lay both crutches flat, one on top of the other, with the other hand, then stand up, turn around, and sit on the chair facing her, adjusting my skirt for maximum ‘exposure’ as I do. I look at her, the hand is pressed even harder between her legs than before, almost wrapped around her mound. She’s playing along. Wow! Rare. Unexpected. She smiles as she looks up at me. I return the smile and run my tongue across my lips for emphasis.

I look around to see who else is looking, no one seems to have noticed except her, at least no one seems to be looking right now. As I take my first sip of coffee and a bite of my muffin, I spread my thighs a little more so she probably can see my labia. I take another bite and spread my legs a little more, my stump peeks out from under my skirt a little, and I rest my hand on the end of it. I watch her, my eyes burning a hole in her face so she knows I’m doing this for her, my hand slowly disappears under my skirt as I take another sip of coffee. I move around just enough so my hips are closer to the edge of the chair, my skirt rides up a little more. I know from lots of practice in front of a mirror that she can now clearly see both my naked crotch and that I’m touching it, though probably not just how wet I am. Sure enough, her hand slides under her skirt, her tongue leaves her lips wet as it slides across them, oh such nice kissable lips, she nibbles a finger tip. I’m in lust already. We play the same game for several minutes, maybe more. Feels like hours. Feels like just seconds. I lose all sense of time. The more I look at her, … oh hell yes, … I want her so badly. I take my hand from under my skirt, stick my index finger tip in my mouth and suck the full length a few times, then I hold it up and wave it as if to say ‘come over’. She takes the bait. Foreplay over.

Standing in front of me, I see for the first time how lovely, tall like me, delicious, she truly is. Placing her still full, maybe a few sips taken, coffee cup on my table; she moves a chair close so she will block the view of lower body from everyone but her; then sits with her legs parted and hands pressing the fabric of her skirt flat against the chair between them. No one can see what she is doing except me. She pulls her skirt up just enough for me to see she has no panties on. No hair, bald like mine. She’s covered in cum, probably her cum, yes I’m sure of that, don’t know why though. Looks like she’d been having orgasms for several hours or days. No not hours or days, just very moist. ‘Sloppy 50’ths.’ I giggle to myself. I smile as I lift my skirt the same amount for her to see for the first time up close. Nothing has been or is said. We look beneath each others skirts, the chemistry between us building. We are here for the same thing, want the same thing, two strangers exposing themselves to each other. Will there be more? Usually not. Already I know I’d like this time to be different, to be more. Will she? Things begin to boil, still silent, just looking at each other, the face then crotch and back to the face, our breathing becoming a bit ragged as we delay the inevitable, longer and longer, then unable to wait any longer, our first touch as we run a finger tip slowly through each other’s soft, moist, no wet, no sopping wet, pussy lips, catching the clit for just a second once then again, just long enough each time to make the casino siteleri other gasp, before putting our finger our own mouth.

“You taste great” we say at the same time.

“Haven’t seen you before. I’m Mary Beth. People just call me Beth. Sure I’d have remembered you.”

“Just moved from the other side of town. I’m Peggy.” She leans closer, very close. “Love to show off and flash myself. Pussy mostly, occasionally just a breast.” She sits up straight again.

“Wow! Really? I knew I wasn’t the only one, but it’s been a long time since I had the good fortune to talk to a like minded woman. You know … usually just anonymously exposing myself … never getting to know the other person, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man. It was fun doing to you.”

“One leg …?”

“Yeah. It’s nice. Some guys seem to like to see it more than my pussy. Don’t get me wrong, they like to see that too.”

“A twofer.” She giggled.

Her hand rested on my still exposed stump for a moment as if to give me a chance to let her know if it was okay or not. She moved her hand, cupped it over the end and rubbed it.

“Soft” she whispered, almost afraid to say something.

“Feels so good, don’t stop.”

“When you bent over a bit ago, I got so wet, came so hard, thought I might scream, but managed to keep quiet, just barely.”

I drove two fingers into her pussy, hoped she wouldn’t mind, knew she was wet enough, and pressed hard against what I thought would be where her G spot is. She gasped, I guess I hit the right place, her eyes closed, her mouth opened, nothing came out, then leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I could feel her tongue pressing. I opened my mouth to let it in and the tips of our tongues rubbed against each other for a moment. She pulled her tongue out and nibbled on my lower lip.

“You kiss good.” I whispered.

“You finger fuck real good.”

“Love those nasty words, can’t get enough of them. I live not far away.”

She leaned forward again and kissed me, almost sucking my tongue out of my throat, then stood up. Surprised she could. As I stood, my leg was weak, kind of wobbly. Words were not needed to let me know she was ready, ready for anything. I was too.

A few hours, maybe 6, who was keeping track, of animalistic fucking, wild passion, tender soft cuddling, and way too many orgasms, oh is that possible?, we laid on the bed exhausted.

Her hand rested on my crotch, a finger moving slowly in and out, not trying to make me cum, just touching, rubbing my labia between her fingers some, our faces looking at each other, looking each other’s eyes, living in the moment, no sense of the world.

“Never expected that when I left home this morning! You’re a great fuck you know? Not that I don’t like it slow and prolonged too of course.”

“Bet ya haven’t been with a one legged person?” Might as well she how she feels about that. Oh please let it be okay.

“No … I haven’t. But I have thought about what it might be like. Don’t know why though. Maybe because I’ve seen a few. Never met any. Felt different when I was eating you and you rubbed it against my face. Different, well more like ‘nice’ you know?”

“Pretty partial to being this way.”

“You like being one legged?”

“I know it sounds strange, but yes I do. Usually don’t say it that strongly, often more like ‘don’t mind’.”

Peggy wrapped her hands around my stump, lifted it up, and kissed the end of it. Her fingers kneaded it like a loaf of bread dough as she kissed it all over. Maybe it was just her way of letting me know she like being with me. It didn’t matter. It just felt good.

“Thanks for sharing this piece of you with me.” She whispered into my ear.

I laid there letting her massage it for a while. Then I pulled her next to me and kissed her.

Looking at her, I whispered “Let’s get cleaned up, go to dinner, then walk around the mall. Bet we can find some people to expose ourselves too.”

“I’d love to do that. Oh do I love doing that. Can’t wait to look for guys staring at your little thigh. Almost sounds evil, sick, twisted. Guess that makes me evil, sick, twisted. Love the little thing. Mind if we stop at my place so I can put on something a bit more revealing? I need something that can compete with you and that hot ass of yours.”

“Oh baby! You like that do you?” I slapped my ass with my hand and a loud ‘whack’ echoed through the room. Kind of surprised me a little how loud it sounded. I did it a second time, more to see what it sounded like this time, just as loud it seemed. “Ohhh” I squealed, almost meaning to squeal “Ouch”.

She moved behind me and ran her finger through my cheeks, up and down a few times, then fingering my asshole, all the while kissing my hips. I could feel her finger tip push through to the first knuckle, well a little bit anyway, then she quickly shoved it the rest of the way in.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Hell yes!” It was okay, maybe a little nice, but not my favorite thing, even poker siteleri hurt a little, almost made me crap on her hand, that would have ruined the moment for sure. I was just so very turned on by any and everything she was doing to me today. Her finger worked in and out and then I felt her other hand groping roughly around my crotch, not like most women would, but more like a guy’s first grope, the palm pressing hard against my pussy. Now this turned me on for sure! I like it like this sometimes, this seemed to be one of them. “Oh fuck me harder!” More force was applied as she ground her palm against my pussy lips, my clit, all over my crotch. I rode her palm with all I had. “Make me cum you slut!” I screamed. Her finger jerked out of my ass in a blink. What? Had I said something wrong? I looked back and saw her pussy now filled with 4 fingers stretching herself very wide. Her mouth was wide open. Her hips bucked up and down against her hand and fingers. I knew I had said something right. “Don’t you dare stop … jerk me off bitch … make US cum fucking hard … oh shit … yeah like that … show me how you cum … oh fuck oh fuck … yes like that.” I kept on chanting and cheering to what she was doing to both of us until we both convulsed and collapsed in an uncontrollable quivering heap, wrapped in each others arms.

As our breathing returned to normal and we started to relax, I said “If we don’t stop this, we’ll never get to expose ourselves tonight.” Then I laughed and giggled.

“Beth …” she stopped and looked at me, gave me a sloppy wet kiss, looked at me again. “… Beth, you are be so easy to be around, to love.”

“Likewise … likewise my dear. Want to shower with me?”

“Sure … but we may never make it back out of there though.”

“I promise to be good.”

We stood outside my large walk-in shower, laid out so no shower curtain or door or threshold was needed, as I turned on the water.

“This is a GREAT shower! I love your whole house. You’re a very lucky person.”

“Thanks. I’m just lucky to be with you.”

I leaned my crutches against the wall and took several small hops into the shower trying to be careful to not slip, been there done that, ouch. Peggy followed and stood behind me, her arms wrapped around me as the warm water streamed over our heads and down our bodies. I just stood there enjoying her hands on me, the water providing lubrication as they slid easily all over me. She fondled my breasts while she ground her crotch against my hips. I twisted my head enough that I could kiss her. I pulled my mouth away. “This is being such a wonderful day.”

She filled my mouth with her tongue for a few moments. “Yes it is. A dream come true.”

I turned and faced her with a wash cloth and soap. We were about the same height, same size, similar shapes. If I’d filled out an order form, I couldn’t have gotten something closer to my dream lover. She was almost like an identical twin sister who enjoyed incest. Well, you get the idea. I kneeled down and washed from her feet up to her face, not spending more time on one part than the other, well maybe more on a few parts you know, just enjoying bathing her. After I finished, she leaned against the wall while I stood in the middle of the shower, my hands on my hips, the cloth in the finger tips of one hand, looking at her, looking for places I’d missed, a few times my stump moved back and forth a little for balance.

“I love they way you balance like that. It’s exciting to watch.”

We got out of the shower and dried each other off. She gently patted the towel over my stump as she dried it off last, giving it little kisses between pats of the towel. No one else, not that there had been all that many lovers since the loss of my leg that lasted more than a few days, guess I was a little surprised at that, had seemed to enjoy me just having one leg. Peggy was becoming very special very quickly.

I picked out a mid-thigh length skirt made out of a light weight fabric, almost shear, slit up the left side so my stump would peak out, but only when I wanted it to, and a blouse that was mostly just wide straps on the front and completely closed in the back. This was one of my favorite outfits for outings like tonight, one that I’d practiced with many times and knew exactly how to get the most ‘exposure’ out of. I balanced in front of the mirror, crutches leaning against the dresser, and twisted from side to side as I checked myself out. As my left side faced the mirror, I paused and raised my stump a little. It popped out the slit. “Perfect” I said as I smoothed out my skirt, then looked at Peggy.

“Fuck me babe! … If there’s no one else, I want you!” she growled.

“Just like to tease … sorry my dance card is filled.”

“With me?”

“You slut! Of course!”

“You say the nicest things.”

Peggy stood in front of me and shoved her hand up my dress and forced several fingers inside me. After a few strokes, she pulled them out and pushed them in my mouth. “That’s what I want to eat tonight bitch! I want your cunt cum all over my mouth and up my nose!” Then she forced a hand inside my blouse and squeezed a nipple, rolling it between her finger tips. “You’re mine tonight! Got that bitch?” she said in a deep low voice with a bit of a smile on her face.

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3.

As I left my room I felt the humid Florida heat hit me like a blast furnace. The wind was calm, and I felt my already sweaty body begin to drip. I didn’t need to lower my nose to smell the semisweet odor that was coming from every inch of my body. I wondered if the smell would really awaken the involuntary animalistic desires in people like I had heard. I’d just be happy if the boys thought that I smelled really nasty, because that’s how I felt. They knew why I was smelling so bad! They watched me as I wiped my pussy juice all over my arms, face, and chest. I was feeling really nasty today!

I walked up to the pop machine and looked toward the pool. There was a older lady arranging her towel on a lounge chair, but Mark and Tom were nowhere in sight. Buying another Coke, I put all my stuff on the ice machine. I wanted to inspect how I looked. My special flashing bathing suit was already wet from my sweat, as if I had already been in the pool. The liner had been removed so my nipples could show through the light colored material when it was wet. The top was a size too large, and when I moved my arms in a certain way, most of my C-cup breast could be seen from the top. I had removed the elastic from the leg part of the bottom too.

Pulling it down off my hips a little, I stuck a finger inside near my pussy to feel how much room there was between my crotch and the suit material. My pussy was still dripping wet, and it was making the suit wet. The was no liner in the suit bottom either, so my pussy juice had stained through. I figured that I could slip a golf ball down there with room to spare. I looked over my sweaty body and my suit that was almost falling off. I looked indecent and miserably hot. My aroma filled my nose again. Pleased with everything, I gathered up my stuff and headed to the pool. As I began to wonder how this might play out, the butterflies returned to my stomach. Boy! I was having a lot of fun today!

The only person at the pool was swimming laps. There were only a few reclining loungers around the pool, so I was forced to choose one next to where she had her stuff. She had a towel, a cooler, and a large canvas duffel bag. Sitting on the end of the lounger, I watched as she swam her laps. She seemed to be getting quite a work-out. Looking down between my legs, I saw that she wouldn’t be able to look inside my suit unless I opened them a little. While she was swimming away from me, I slipped my hand inside and gathered more smelly pussy juice. My hand came out dripping with the stuff, and I rubbed it on the back of my sweaty neck and chest. Dipping my finger in again, I brought it up and licked it off. I looked back at the pool, and thought she might have caught me. I reminded myself that I’d better be more careful!

The boys weren’t showing up yet. I was beginning to think that they hadn’t figured out that I was at the pool. The heat in the air and my obsessive desire to act dirty for them again began to make my hands shake. I noticed that an orgasm wanted to start growing deep inside of me.

“Hi, there.” The lady said as she swam to the side of the pool near me. “The water’s great!”

“Ya, it looks good.” From what I could see, she was a rather average looking thirty year old. “I didn’t know that anyone new had checked in.” I continued.

“No. My car is getting fixed, and I couldn’t resist using the pool while it’s getting worked on. I hope they don’t mind. I changed over there, behind the ice machine!” She didn’t sound concerned, just a bit amused that she was getting away with something.

“That’s OK!” I said with a smile. “I’m the manager here, and I’d kind of like some female company for a change. The only guests today are two boys.”

“Ya know, you look really hot. Why don’t you jump in and join me?” A big smile grew on her face.

“Not just yet, I just put on some…ah…stuff, and I don’t want it to wash off.” Her eyes roamed down my sweaty body, and I felt the familiar tickle in my guts. I glanced down to see what she was seeing. A sweat river was running in my cleavage. If she was standing over me she would see my dark nipples from down the front of the oversize top. If she examined my crotch she would notice that, if she got a better angle, she could be look inside my suit. I quickly looked back at her, and her smile grew a little bigger.

“That’s a very interesting suit!” She said with a big smile. “My name’s Amy, and you have a beautiful tan…young lady!”

“Thanks. I’m Anne. This is an old suit. Some of the elastic is broke.” Her interest sounded a bit erotic to me, and for some reason I felt like telling her about my plan. “Ah…well…actually…I thought I’d give those boys a little show. It gets boring when it’s slow like this. What do you think of this?” I shifted to the side a bit and opened my legs. Amy’s eyes dropped to my exposed pussy.

“Mmmmm…Yes! That’s nice!” She looked up and licked her lips. “Just how old are these boys?”

“They’re about eighteen. Checked bonus veren siteler in earlier.” My breath quickened as I realized that she was hitting on me. “I only wanted to see what they’d do when they saw…” My attention got broken when Mark and Tom appeared on the path to the pool. “Shhhh! Here the come. I kind of get off on this.” I tried to hide my embarrassment from telling a stranger about my perversion. “That’s OK with you?”

“Cool!” She whispered. “I can help you with your little experiment! I like to do fun shit too.” The boys threw their towels on the table, and tried to look at us without being obvious.

“Hi, guys!” I said as I walked boldly toward them. “Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you. Are you keeping yourselves entertained?” They didn’t know that I understood the humor in my question.

“Ya, we’re having a GREAT time!” Mark said, laughing at Tom. I thought I saw him wink at him.

“Well…” I continued while slipping between them, putting my sweaty smelly arms across their shoulders. “…if you need anything, don’t be shy!” Both their eyes dropped down the front of my suit where most of my breasts were visible. I sniffed the air and noticed that the strong odor of cunt was unmistakable. I knew that the boys should remember my gathering up the pussy juice and spreading it on myself earlier.

“Ya, sure lady…” Tom said as they both pulled themselves away from my slippery hug. “…we’re going in the water now.”

“Hey, Anne!” Shouted Amy as the boys dove into the pool. She had gotten out of the water and was standing next to her lounger, waving me over to her. Now that she is out of the water, I could see that she was tall and a little too lean. The top half of her breasts, which were a little too big for her skinny frame, were exposed by the skimpy one piece suit. “You gave them a nice peek down your top. “She whispered as I approached. “They really liked it!”

“Shhhh! I don’t want them to hear!” I spoke quietly into her ear.

“What is that you’re wearing? Smells weird. Kind of familiar. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” She leaned in for another smell.

“I don’t exactly know what’s in it.” I lied. “Some kind of Indian plant and some herbs mixed in water, I think. I just dumped the rest of the bottle on me before I came out. That’s why I’m so wet.” She rubbed her hand on my sweaty chest and brought it to her nose.

“It’s not oily at all, but the smell is really different. Kind of sexy smell. Mmmm! I think I like it!” We were standing close together, and it seemed to me that she was about to kiss me. She put her hands on my shoulders and rubbed them down my arms, and then back up again. “Oooo, what kind of show did you what to do for them…girl?” I was sure that my pussy smelling sweaty body was turning her on. I was torn between doing my thing for the boys and getting this older lady in my room for some fun.

“Oh! I forgot about them!” I giggled softly. The boys were both standing in the shallow end, not too far from us. “I’d like it if you would kind of rub the stuff around a little for me. I didn’t get my back too good. Then, the rubbing could get a bit erotic. You could get lost in the task and pretend you forget that we ain’t alone.”

“Ya! Sure…I’d like that. Lay down, little one.” Amy whispered in my ear. We were both beginning to breath heavy. She moved between me and the boys, and slipped a hand inside my top and onto my breast. “I think everybody is going to like this!”

“Aaaa…” I started, but couldn’t find anything to say. With her hand squeezing my breast, I hesitated for a moment, lost in her green eyes. Resisting the ague to put my lips on hers just a few inches away, I laid on my stomach, and unhooked my top for her. She began by pushing the smelly sweat from my neck and shoulders onto my back. Slowly her hands softy spread the moisture around, not missing an inch. As she progressed past the small of my back, she lifted up the waist band of my suits and slid her wet hand inside. Slowly she wiped one bun, then the other, and back to the first one again. When she finished playing with my buns, she slipped a finger between them. Starting at the very bottom, her finger slid up over my butt hole and out the top.

“How did you get so much lotion down in there?” She asked. I didn’t tell her that, about a half hour earlier, I was fucking myself with the bottle and pussy juice got all over everything. I just wiggled my ass and spread my legs, hinting to her where to go next.

“I rubbed a bunch on my thighs. Could you smooth it around for me, Amy?” With my legs apart like this, I knew that my cunt was showing. Her hand found the wetness on my thighs and began to rub it around. It felt wonderful having her hand rubbing my legs so close to my wet pussy. She pushed the moisture to the back side of my legs, and tried to spread it evenly around. On one of her trips down there, a finger brushed along the length of my cunt. I pushed my crotch out a little, bahis and she did it again. “Mmmm. That’s nice.” I moaned. The next time, her finger lingered a little longer and she pushed it inside. “Oooo…Ya.” I said as I raised it up a little higher. Now she forgot the idea of spreading my `lotion’ around and slipped her finger deeper inside me. The boys were real quiet, but we didn’t notice. She slowly finger-fucked my very wet cunt!

“Hey, baby…Why don’t we forget this game and find some place where I can do this properly? This is a motel, so there must be a bed around somewhere!” Amy sounded like she was pleading, and she wasn’t being very quiet about it.

“My room is just over there, lover.” Her idea was better than she could realized. I didn’t want to tell her that the boys would be in their room watching us through the vent. I got up and put my mouth to her ear. “I need you soooo much, Amy. Let’s blow-off the boys and get it on!”

We didn’t look at Mark and Tom as we gathered our stuff and exited the pool area. Hand in hand I quickly walked her to my room. As I opened my door, I glanced back at the boys. They were running toward their room. This was turning out to be much more than I had expected. I will now have an older lady doing unmentionable things to my naked body with two kids watching. Just the thought of it began to make my skin crawl. My overheated sweaty body began to get goose bumps, and a small orgasmic type rush ran through my guts.

“Those boys..” She started to say as we dropped our stuff under the vent in my room.

“Shhhh!” I interrupted. “I don’t want to talk about that any more. Now’s the time for just us!” The boys surely were in position, and I didn’t want her to talk about my flashing game. I led her by the hand next to my bed and put my arms around her waist.

“OK little lady, get ready!” She said, and roughly planted her mouth over mine. Her hands started pulling off my swimming suit, and her tongue danced around deeply in my mouth. I grabbed the straps of her suit and pulled it down off her shoulders. When we were both naked and still kissing, I pulled her body close to mine. My knee slipped between her legs and found her mound. Her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her tightly. My thoughts drifted to our audience and I began to plan what kind of performance to give them.

“Amy, can I sit on your face now?” I asked after breaking away from the kiss. “I’m really ready for some more pleasure!”

“Now, you’ve already done your thing out at the pool.” Amy said as she reached for her bag. “There’s some particular things that I have a fetish for too! But, you’ll have to trust me a little with this.”

“Amy, I’m so horny I’ll do anything you want!” My hand was busily stroking my clit as I talked, bringing me close to my next orgasm. “I want to stick my tongue in your pussy, Amy. I need to taste you!” The idea of what the boys were watching and listening made me so hot! I lifted one leg on the bed and started to pound two fingers in and out of my wet cunt for them. “Hurry, Amy! I’m so horny! What’s in the bag for us? I’m ready to do anything for you.”

“That’s wonderful! You’re really going to like this!” She pulled from the bag four small leather straps.

“You aren’t going to whip me, are you?” For the first time in my life I was beginning to be a little afraid.

“No, dear. I’m going to strap you to the bed. I want to make you soooo helpless! Then, I’m going to make you cum! Would you like that?”

“Yes! Make me cum!” I forgot about my fear. The idea of her making me get off sounded so wonderful. The thought of not trusting her didn’t enter my mind.

“Put these on your wrists and ankles, dear!” She tossed them on the bed and started digging in her bag again. I sat in the middle of the bed and strapped the leather on my arms and legs. She took two pieces of rope from her bag and tied them to the legs of my bed. Then she sat on my chest and attached the rope to the leather straps on my wrists and pulled them tight. My arms were pulled out to the side, and I couldn’t move them much at all without hitting my head on the head board. She then attached a wooden pole to the straps on my ankles. The pole kept my feet at least three feet apart, and my crotch was completely open for her. I closed my eyes, and let my mind imagine how this would look to the boys. Seeing me spread-eagle like this must be stimulating for them. Just the anticipation of what could happen next should be mind blowing. A strong desire to put my fingers back in my cunt began to drive me crazy. I pulled on my arms, but they didn’t give. I felt some moisture drip out of my pussy and onto my ass.

“Please do my cunt! Put your fingers inside me! Please!” My breath was quick, and I was squirming around the best I could. “I need you to do me!”

“Shut up, whore!” She shouted. “I can do what I want now, and you can’t do anything about it. I’ll do you when I feel like it!” Then she deneme bonusu sat on her knees top of me with her butt facing my face. “You are going to lick me now, you dirty little cunt! Stick your tongue out and clean off my ass hole, bitch!” She bent at the waist a little and pushed her butt toward my face. Her wet pussy was resting below my neck and her butt hole was inches from my nose. She reached around with both hands and spread her buns. “Start licking around my buns first, then move toward my hole.” I started licking about two inches above her hole. She straightened up a little, forcing me a little farther away. “Just start licking, I’ll move it where I want you to be!”

“I need a pillow. I can’t hold my head…” I started to complain.

“I said to shut up!” She shouted again. “This will make it better.” She sat up a little more, pushing her crack onto my face. “LICK, bitch!” She spread her buns a little more, and wiggled it against my mouth. My tongue move in and out of my mouth, licking her crack. Slowly she bent over more, moving my licking toward her hole. When it got right over my mouth, I circled around it with my tongue. I felt it first pucker and then relax as I licked over the top of it. “Inside, girl! Stick it inside!” I pushed my tongue in the hole, and it slowly opened up for me. She was sitting hard on my face, and I could just barely breath. Soon, my tongue was able to go in as far as I could reach. “Now, fuck it quick!” Her breathing was picking up. My tongue went in and out as quickly as it could. “Ok, girl. Now fuck my pussy!”

She put her head on my stomach, moved her crotch over my mouth, and lowered it down on my mouth. Her pussy was very wet, and my tongue easily went deep into her. I started tongue fucking her, just as I just did to her ass. “Ooo, baby! Yes!” She moaned. She raised her hips a little, and her swollen clit moved to my lips. I nibbled on it a little, and she pushed down onto my face. “OH! Baby! Suck on it! I’m coming! Ahhhh!” She screamed. I sucked her clit between my teeth really hard. She was rocking back and forth on my body, pulling on my wrists with the ropes. They were beginning to hurt.

“You’re hurting me!” I begged, but she didn’t stop until her orgasms had finished completely. She got off me and started looking in her bag again. “What are we going to do next?”

“You know, I told you to shut up!” She snapped. “I’m going to have to keep you quiet, and I’m going to punish you!”

“Please don’t hurt me!” I pleaded. She pulled out some panties out of her bad, and waved them at me.

“This is your gage! My dirty panties from a long car ride today, you little whore!” She didn’t ball them up. She just stuffed it in my mouth. “Now I don’t have to hear your chatter!”

“Grrrr! Haaaeee!” I said through my nose. I was starting to get scared again. She poked around in her bag again, and brought out a some alligator clips.

“You’re just going to love this, little girl. I know I will!” She opened the first one and put it firmly on my left nipple.

“Ooowrrrr!” I cried. The teeth of the clip bit into my erect tit. It really hurt! Then, before I knew it, my other nipple lighted up with pain. “Hhhhoooofff!”

“Isn’t that great?” She laughed. “Oh! I forgot about your poor hot little pussy! Didn’t you want something to happen down there, little whore?”

“Arrfff!” I said with an affirmative nod of the head. She dug down in her bag and pulled out a vibrator.

“Look here! It’s electric! No batteries to wear down.” She smiled at me. “I think that you’re going to like this. But I still have two more clips. How about if I clamped them on your pussy lips?”

“Hufff hnnooff!” I shook my head no. My eyes were open wide with fear.

“Oh, my! Does the look to these clips frighten you? I can fix that.” She shook a pillow out of a pillow case, pulled it over my head, and tied a knot in it. “Now you don’t have to watch! Being in the dark will add some mystery to what I’m doing too! It will make it more exciting.” All was quiet as she sat at the foot of the bed near where my legs being were kept open by the wooden pole. I waited for the pain of a clip being put on my pussy lips. After a long wait she poked the center of my pussy with her finger, and I quickly jerked back. “Oh! A little jumpy?” She laughed. I was getting used to the clips on my nipples. They were beginning to make them feel warm and nice, but I knew that the clips would hurt a lot more on my pussy.

I felt her push a finger into my cunt. “Mmmm. You’re really wet down here, you slut!” Her finger moved out, and slid up to my swollen clit. It was sticking out of the folds of skin that it usually hid behind. She pushed at it and started to rub. “Do you like this, bitch?” She was sitting on the pole, but I was able to wiggle my hips around a little as she worked on my sensitive button. I felt another orgasm begin to flip around inside my guts. My cunt was quivering, and more moisture bubbled out.

“Oooohfff!” I cried threw the gage. I lifted my butt off the mattress as I continued coming. With one hand relentless working on my clit, a finger started rapidly fucking my wet pussy. “Mmmmm! Ffffrrr!” I cried. Orgasm after orgasm hit me, and she wouldn’t stop stimulating me.

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The Ethical Slutmaker, Ch. 14

The Halloween Party, Part III

“You’re late,” said Naomi, doing her best to sound stern. “The party started an hour ago.”

Farah and Ethan — better known to their mistress as Slut and Slave — bowed their heads, knowing it would be pointless to apologize. Naomi looked them up and down, quietly appreciating their costumes. Farah was dressed as Cleopatra a la Hollywood’s Theda Bara, while Ethan continued the Egyptian archaeology theme with Indiana Jones’s fedora, leather jacket, gunbelt, and whip. Their mistress hurried them into the house, closed the door behind them, and ordered them to follow her. Farah looked up briefly at the four other people in the dining room, then quickly ducked her head again. She was unsurprised to see Rita, the practice’s nurse, standing behind the bar, and only mildly surprised that she was already topless if not nude, but the man dressed as Legolas was Yuri, her hairdresser from Lavish Styles. Naomi told them to wait, and disappeared into the living room. A moment later, she returned and whispered to Rita, “Where’s DeMonique?”

“Sitting on the Sen — ah, Penny’s face,” Rita replied quietly. “She may be some time.”

“Damn. I thought she might want to play with these two.”

“Wouldn’t that be too much like work? I thought she wanted to take the night off.”

“She’s talking about moving back here; she might want some new clients. Besides, the woman’s hot. Can you take over for me? They’re both bottoms, and I’m not into this BDSM shit.”

“What do they like?”

Rita’s nipples tightened as Naomi quickly and quietly described her most recent session with the submissive couple, and she resisted the urge to lick her lips. “Okay,” she murmured, “you’ve talked me into it.” She stepped out from behind the bar, naked but for her fuck-me pumps and the aphrodisiac gloss on her nipples, and walked up to Ethan. “Okay, Slave, Mistress Naomi is very disappointed that you were so disobedient as to turn up late.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Don’t look at her! You’re going to have to earn the right to look at her again! And that means you’re going to have to do everything I say – and that goes for you, too, Slut. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Follow me.” She led the way up the stairs to one of the guest bedrooms, well aware that both Ethan and Farah were watching her ass as she walked. “Okay, now get those clothes off. You Americans, always overdressing for the wrong occasions. And give me that whip.”

Ethan, startled, hesitated, and Rita reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing gently. “Didn’t you hear me, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.” He unhooked the bullwhip from his belt and handed it to her, butt first. She took the handle and examined it.

“Nice,” she said. “Makes me come over all Mapplethorpe. Do you want me to use this on you, Slave?”

Ethan shook his head.

“Hmm. How about you, Slut?”

Farah let her skirt fall to the floor. “No, Mistress.”

“Hmm. Probably just as well. The ceiling probably isn’t high enough — though I’m sure there’s enough room to swing a cat, if you like that sort of thing.” She licked the whip’s braided leather handle, then rubbed it over her breasts, then slowly slid the handle into her already wet cunt. She sat on the end of the bed as she fucked herself with the whip, then withdrew it, ran her tongue around the butt, then threw her head back and deep throated the foot-long handle like a carnival sword swallower. While her toys finished stripping, she withdrew the whip and dropped it on the floor. Ethan’s erection, she was pleased to see, was at least as thick as the bullwhip’s handle, and impressively long.

“Slut. Lie on the bed, spread canlı bahis your legs and show me how wet you are.”

“Yes, Mistress. Face up or face down?”

“Face up, for now. If I think you deserve a spanking, I’ll tell you. ” She watched as Farah obeyed, then ran a finger teasingly around her plaything’s clit before slipping it between her dark puffy labia. “Hardly even damp,” she said disapprovingly, then squatted between her spread thighs and rubbed one of her beautiful breasts over Farah’s furry cunt. “There’s a naked man with a big hard cock standing over there, and a naked woman fucking your twat with her tit; you should be wet enough that Slave should be able to slide his dick inside you balls-deep. Fuck, I should be able to feel your minge sucking my entire boob in there, not just the nipple!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

Rita shook her head. “Slave! Get your ass over here. Now, kneel.” She pushed Ethan’s face into her depilated crotch, and he breathed in her wonderful scent as her pussy juice ran down his chin. “See how wet I am?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Slut should be at least that wet. If you were worth a fuck as a slave, the sight of your hard-on should be enough to make her cream herself remembering the last time you fucked her silly. You’re not doing your job.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ll try to be a better slave.”

“Good. You can start now: eat her until she’s as wet as me. If you make her come, I’ll let you lick me, too.”

“Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!”

Rita hid a smile, climbed onto the bed, and straddled Farah’s face. “Keep your hands behind your back: no wanking. And you, Slut, if you can make me come before he makes you come, I have a treat in store for you, too. Now get licking.”

Farah obeyed willingly, sucking the beautiful blonde’s inner lips into her mouth before parting them with her tongue. Rita squirmed, partly from sheer pleasure, partly to make it easier for her slave-girl to lick and kiss her from her taint to her clit. She watched as Ethan eagerly ate out his wife, and she reached down to cup Farah’s caramel-coloured breasts and run her thumbs around the proud dark brown nipples, feeling them stiffen in response to her expert touch. Rita felt her own orgasm approaching: though she was distracted by her husband enthusiastically worshipping her cunt, Farah had obviously plenty of practice at cunnilingus, or possibly just more natural talent. Rita screamed as she came, then looked sternly at Ethan. “Keep going,” she commanded. “I want to see how often Slut can make me come in the time it takes you to get her off once. Every orgasm she gives me will be one that you owe her, that she can demand whenever she wants, whether it’s after you get home or in front of everyone here. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good. Slut, you have your orders: make me come!”

Farah’s only reply was to twirl her tongue around and across Rita’s swollen clit, coaxing two more ear-piercing orgasms out of her before Ethan had made her come once. “That’s enough, Slave. Now sit back and see how it should be done.” She leaned forward until she was sixty-nining with Farah, and the two women pleasured each other while Ethan watched, his cock feeling like a steel flagpole in a strong wind. After Rita had given Farah yet another orgasm, she looked up and said, “You like pussy, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. I love it.”

Rita smiled. “Tell him how good I taste, Slut.”

“You taste wonderful, Mistress! I could lick your pussy all night!”

“That’s good, Slut. And you, Slave? Would you like to taste me?”

“Yes, Mistress!.”

“Good. Crawl around the bed and lick my arse.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Did you just hesitate, Slave?”

“No, Mistress!”

“I think kaçak iddaa you did, just for a second.”

“No, Mistress! I would love to lick your arse!”

“I’m not convinced. Beg to lick my arsehole.”

“Please, Mistress, please may I lick your arsehole!”

“What do you think, Slut? Do you think I should let him stick his worthless tongue up my butt?”

“If that’s what you want, Mistress.”

“Then tell him to do it.”

Farah drew a deep breath of cunt-scented air. “Slave, get over here and worship your Mistress’s wonderful ass!”

Ethan nodded stiffly, crawled around to the other side of the bed, and buried his face in Rita’s beautiful British bum. Rita giggled as she felt his tongue touch her puckered asshole, tentatively at first, then with less reluctance as her anus dilated in pleasure. Rita had prepared herself for the party by cleaning out her ass, lightly perfuming it and working in a generous dollop of peach-flavoured lubricant. Before long, Ethan was fucking her asshole with the tip of his tongue as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Rita could tell that his technique came almost entirely from watching porn, and that he’d had little if any practice at analingus, but he was rimming her enthusiastically enough that it might be fun teaching him. She waited until Farah had made her come yet again, then raised her head from her new lover’s dark dewy cunt and glanced over her shoulder. “Have you come yet, Slave?”

Ethan reluctantly stopped tongue-fucking her delightful derriere long enough to reply. “No, Mistress.”

“You haven’t been playing with yourself?”

“No, Mistress!”

“You must be desperate to fuck something. Almost ready to explode.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good. Fuck my arse.”

Ethan blinked. “Yes, Mistress, if that’s –“

“Are you questioning my orders, Slave?”

“No, Mistress!”

“Good. There’s lube on the nightstand. Slut, I want you to look and learn, and watch every inch of that nice fat cock go up my arsehole.”

“Do you want me to use a condom, Mistress?”

Rita laughed wickedly. “No; I like to feel every ridge and bump as it slides in, and feel your come squirt into my bum.” She waited to hear whether either of her playmates would object, maybe even resort to their safe words, but when Ethan looked at Farah for reassurance, she merely nodded slightly, he eyes smiling, while she continued to lap up Rita’s juices. Ethan squeezed some anal lube onto the head of his cock, then pressed it against Rita’s hot puckered ring. Rita gasped loudly as his glans popped through her butthole, and Ethan stopped.

“Did I hurt you, Mistress?”

“No! It feels great! Keep going, and don’t you dare fucking come before I do!” Almost as soon as she’d finished speaking, her sphincter tightened around his cock as her orgasm hit. “I mean, before I come again,” she added weakly, when she’d recovered the power of speech.

Ethan slid the rest of his schlong into her accommodating ass an inch at a time, controlling his breathing as best he could, while Rita squirmed around until she had the angle just right for unimpeded high-impact fucking. Farah licked her mistress’s luscious cunt while watching her husband sodomise her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace as Rita urged him on until she climaxed a few minutes later, and he erupted inside her.

A last spurt of come splashed onto Farah’s forehead as Ethan pulled his cock out of Rita’s ass; Farah blinked, but decided not to wipe it off without her mistress’s permission. Rita rolled off her, stared at the ceiling for a moment, then murmured, “Wow. That was very good — for first-timers, that is.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Maybe we should put on a floor show, kaçak bahis later; show everyone what you can do, and really get the party swinging.” Before either of her toys could reply, she added, “Right now, Slave, I think we both need a shower. Slut, you can either join everyone else at the party or use the en-suite. Ask Naomi where it is.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Farah. “Will that be all?”

“For the moment. Some of the other guests may want to play with you, but if they do, you should probably tell them that you need Naomi or I to say yes or no. Of course, if you can’t find either of us, you can decide whether it’s better to wait for permission beforehand or forgiveness later.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Rita rotated on the bed so that she could look at Farah’s face, then licked up the semen from her forehead. With her mouth closed, she gently kissed Farah on the lips, and Farah opened her mouth and French-kissed her, letting her husband’s come drip into her mouth. Then she clambered off the bed and walked to the door. Rita grinned as she watched that gorgeous brown ass sway, then shook her head as Farah bent at the waist to pick up her clothes. “Nice view,” she said, “but it would be a shame to deprive anyone out there of such beauty. Bring those knickers here.”

Farah hesitated for a moment to give Rita a little longer to appreciate the sight of her ass and cunt from behind, then obeyed. Rita told Ethan to open his mouth, and popped the moist thong inside. “Thank you, Slut. Now, go out there and enjoy the party.” She waited until Farah had gone before saying, “Slave, I’m sorry I don’t have a collar and a leash for you, but this will have to do.” She grabbed his cock and led him towards the bathroom. “Don’t speak, just nod or shake your head. Did you like that?”

Ethan nodded so enthusiastically that he risked giving himself whiplash.

“That’s good. Maybe we can do it again, sometime. But make sure you give that gorgeous woman everything she wants and needs. Is that clear?”

Another nod.

“I don’t know exactly what your house rules are; that’s for you to work out. I’m shit at relationships, but I know a good one when I see one; don’t fuck it up just because she won’t let you do her up the arse — at least, not yet. If I ordered her to let you rim her, and promised you wouldn’t try to bugger her, would she say yes?”

Ethan hesitated, then nodded.

“And would you like that?”

He nodded again, much more emphatically.

“We might try that, then.” She opened the bathroom door, and smiled as she saw Robyn sitting on the bathmat, her wet cunt and the ring of her anal beads showing between her spread thighs. “Hello, Pet. Look what I’ve brought you.” She closed the door, then turned around and spread her cheeks. Robyn gasped slightly at the sight of her still-gaping asshole, and licked up the drops of come that had trickled down to her taint before sticking her tongue as far up her bum as it would go.

“Pet will clean you off when she’s finished with me,” said Rita, when she’d stopped giggling. “You can shower first, or later. He’s fucked me up the arse, Pet, as you can probably tell, and I know you love arse to mouth, so make sure his cock is good and clean — and his balls and butthole, too, just in case. He might even fuck your arse later, after DeMonique lets you take the beads out.” She looked over her shoulder and winked at Ethan. “Though you may want to start with someone smaller first. Ooh, that’s good; you can keep doing that. Yes. Yes.”

***

Farah kept her head bowed as she walked back into the dining room, and was mildly relieved to find it empty: she didn’t feel quite ready to appear before a crowd of complete strangers naked. She found Alexis’s bedroom, and the en-suite, without having to speak to or look at anyone, but was startled to see a woman sitting in the large Jacuzzi. “Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t think there was anyone else in here.”

“Hi,” said Melissa, smiling. “No problem. Would you like to join me?”

(To be continued…)

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Ronny hatte sich in der Entfernung verschätzt. Durch die Maske klang alles leiser, als es in Wirklichkeit war. Er spürte, dass das Pärchen schon vor ihm stand.

“Na? Habe ich dir zuviel versprochen?”, hörte er eine männliche Stimme. “Rolf und Charlotte lassen sich immer etwas besonderes einfallen.”

“Du hattest wie immer Recht, mein Schatz.” Das war die weibliche Stimme. “Das sieht ja zum Anbeißen aus. Darf ich?”

“Klar. Leg los!”

Die wenigen Worte rasten durch Ronnys Kopf. Hier ging es um ihn! Verbunden mit der Ungewißheit, was kommen würde, hatte sich sekundenschnell eine Spannung in ihm ausgebreitet, die ebenfalls sein Glied erfasste.

“Super! Das kommt mir ja schon entgegen”, hörte er gerade noch, als er auch schon die Berührung spürte. Sein Glied wurde in die Hand genommen – und dann offensichtlich in den Mund. Die Frau saugte ihn in kürzester Zeit knochenhart. Jetzt spielte ihre Zunge mit seiner Eichel. Es machte ihr offensichtlich Vergnügen. Wenn seine Ohren noch aufnahmefähig gewesen wären, hätte er immer wieder ein “Hmm!” und ein “Wow” gehört. Aber er hörte nichts. Er spürte nur die Hitze des Mundes und die Reibung der Lippen.

“Himmel! Wie soll ich das bloß aushalten?”, waren seine einzigen Gedanken. “Stopp!”, wollte er schreien – aber er konnte nicht. Unbeeindruckt leckte und saugte es weiter. Er spürte seinen Saft aufsteigen und stemmte sich mit aller Macht dagegen. Jetzt… jetzt… Da war sein Glied plötzlich alleine.

“Mach Schluss! Die Lampe leuchtet schon.” Der Mann hatte seine Partnerin offensichtlich von ihm weg gezogen.

“Schade! Es war gerade so schön.”

“Nichts da. Die anderen wollen auch noch ihren Spaß. Außerdem bin ich gespannt, was mich drinnen erwartet. Komm! Die Tür geht auf.” Die Stimmen entfernten sich. Ronny atmete schwer.

Klara atmete auch schwer – obwohl eigentlich noch gar nichts passiert war. Außer, dass Charlotte sie in ihre Aufgabe eingeweiht hatte. Die Bewegung des Gliedes in ihr hatten aufgehört. Trotzdem war Klara kaum zur Ruhe gekommen. Der beständige Zug an ihren Brustwarzen, die gespreizten Beine und die High Heels – und dann noch in ihrer Öffnung dieses große Teil. Klara hatte versucht, an etwas “neutrales” zu denken. Sie wollte die letzte Einkaufsliste durchgehen. Es gelang ihr nicht. Sie war so unglaublich geil. Sie konnte an nichts anderes denken, als an Sex. Es war, als ob das Teil in ihr bis in ihr Gehirn ragte und nur den Gedanken an das Eine zuließ. Mit ihren heftigen Atemzügen hob und senkte sich ihre Brust und dadurch auch das Tablett. Diese rhythmische Bewegung verstärkte das Gefühl, als ob zwei gierige Münder an ihren Brüsten saugten.

Sie zuckte zusammen als in diese Gedanken hinein das Teil in ihr lebendig wurde. Ronny hatte die Tür geöffnet. Jetzt würden die ersten Gäste kommen. Ihre Augen wanderten zur Tür. Sie ein sympathisches Pärchen. Dann verschwamm ihr Blick und ihr Atem ging heftiger.

“Na also. Rolf und Charlotte haben mich nicht vergessen.” Die dunkle Stimme des Mannes erinnerte Karla daran, dass sie auch etwas zu sagen hatte. “Herz…Herz…” Was war das? Die Bewegungen in ihr schienen ihr Sprachzentrum zu lähmen. Mit aller Kraft nahm sie ihren Willen zusammen und zwang sich, ihren Satz zu sagen: “Herzlich willkommen! Bitte bedienen sie sich”!

“Das ist mal eine Begrüßung nach meinem Geschmack!” Der Zug an ihren Brüsten wurde um eine Winzigkeit bahis siteleri leichter, als das Pärchen sich zwei Sektgläser nahm. Karla hoffte inständig, dass die beiden jetzt weitergehen würden. In ihr vibrierte und zuckte es. Nein! Nicht das! Jetzt stießen die beiden vor ihr an und tranken auf einen heißen Abend. Die Zuckungen hatten Karlas Unterkörper erfasst. Nur mit äußerster Mühe konnte sie ihren Oberkörper einigermaßen ruhig halten. Aber das Stöhnen konnte sie nicht mehr unterdrücken. Jetzt nahm die Frau ihren Partner am Arm und zog ihn in den Innenraum. Der Sekt in Karlas Gläsern schwappte über den Rand – aber die Gläser blieben stehen.

Ronny

Während Klara um ihr Gleichgewicht kämpfte versuchte Ronny krampfhaft sich zu entspannen. Vergeblich. Sein Glied stand steif und pochte munter vor sich hin. Die Klammern an seinen Brustwarzen hielten nicht nur das Schild fest. Sie hielten seine Gedanken bei einem einzigen Thema: Sex! Mühsam versuchte er sich abzulenken, aber da hörte er schon wieder Stimmen, die sich näherten. Es musste eine ganze Gruppe sein, die lebhaft miteinander plauderten.

Jetzt hatten sie ihn entdeckt. Genauso wie die ersten Gäste waren sie über diese Art der “Türklingel” begeistert. Zwei Frauen griffen an sein Teil. “Ich will zuerst!”, riefen beide gleichzeitig. Es gab ein Gerangel bei dem jede mit Gewalt versuchte, sein Glied zu erobern. Ronny zerrte an seinen Fesseln. Er hatte ernsthafte Sorge um sein bestes Stück, aber er konnte nichts tun.

Endlich hatte eine die Oberhand gewonnen. Mit einem triumphierenden “Hah!” begann sie, ihn durch zu kneten. Ronny verging Hören und Sehen (das bißchen, was bei der Maske an Hören und Sehen noch übrig war.) Es dauerte nicht lange, bis die rote Lampe leuchtete und der Türöffner summte.

Das zweite Pärchen ging aber nicht mit hinein. Ungeduldig wartete die Frau, bis die rote Lampe ausging. Ihr “na, wird’s bald” verbunden mit einem dauernden Tippen an sein Glied beschleunigte die “Abregung” allerdings nicht.

Sofort als das Licht erlosch, griff sie kräftig zu. In Sekunden hatte sie ihn wieder so weit. Sie war sichtlich enttäuscht, aber ihr Partner tröstete sie: “Komm rein. Da gibt es bestimmt noch mehr für dich.”

Kaum hatte sie ihn losgelassen war schon die nächste da. “Du bist noch nicht fertig”, raunte es in sein Ohr. “Hier sind noch zwei”. Ronny begann zu schwitzen. Die Maske klebte an seinem Kopf. Sein ganzer Oberkörper war von einem Schweißfilm überzogen. Heftig bließ er die Luft durch die Nasenlöcher.

Diese Frau nahm ihn wieder in den Mund. Aber sie spielte nur ganz leicht mit ihrer Zunge an seinem Glied. Dabei massierte sie seine Hoden mit beiden Händen. Das brachte seine Erregung schnell wieder nach oben, hielt sie aber kurz vor dem Punkt, an dem der Sensor ansprechen würde.

“Wir wollen das doch richtig genießen”, meinte sie. Ronny zerrte an seinen Fesseln. “Gefällt es dir auch?” Natürlich konnte er nicht antworten. Plötzlich saugte sie ihn mit einem Ruck ganz tief in sich hinein. Sofort ging die Lampe an.

Sie ließ ihn los, aber Ronny wartete vergeblich darauf, dass sie aufstand. “Du weist doch”, redete sie weiter. “Liebe Mädchen kommen in den Himmel – und schnell zur Party. Aber ich bin noch nie lieb gewesen.” Trotz Lampe saugte sie ihn wieder in sich hinein. Und noch einmal. Der Saft stieg in ihm auf. Die ersten Tropfen quollen aus seiner Eichel. canlı bahis siteleri “Genau die wollte ich haben. Die schmecken am besten.” Genüsslich leckte sie die Tropfen mit ihrer Zunge ab.

Dieses mal wollte die Lampe nicht erlöschen. Ronny’s Glied war aufgequollen und wartete auf den ultimativen Reiz. “Meine Güte!”, war der Kommentar der vierten Frau. Als sie dran war, brauchte, sie ihn nur kurz anzutippen. Schon war er wieder auf Höchststand und die Tür ging auf. “Naja, ich habe ja auch schon lange genug gewartet.” Sie ließ Ronny mit seinem glühend heißen Teil allein und ging durch die Tür. Dort warteten die anderen auf sie.

Karla

Durch den “Kampf” der Frauen um Ronny’s Glied hatte Karla einen Moment Zeit gewonnen und konnte ihr Gleichgewicht wiederfinden. Natürlich wusste sie nicht, was draußen vor sich ging. Es interessierte sie auch nicht. Ronny hatte sie völlig vergessen. Sie dachte nur noch an das Teil in ihr. Unbarmherzig steckte es in drin und wartete nur darauf, wieder zum Leben zu erwachen. Allein der Gedanke daran, trieb auch ihr die Schweißperlen auf die Stirn. Wenn sie doch die Oberschenkel zusammenpressen könnte oder sich krümmen könnte. Nichts war möglich. Steif und aufrecht stand sich da und präsentierte sich den Gästen.

Das Raubtier in ihrer Scheide erwachte wieder zu neuem Leben. Sie sog heftig die Luft ein, das Tablett schwankte, aber dieses mal hatte sie sich besser darauf eingestellt. Sie war voll erregt, aber es gelang ihr, den Gästen in die Augen zu schauen und ihren Spruch aufzusagen: “Herzlich willkommen. Bitte bedienen sie sich.”

Jetzt würden die beiden ein paar Kommentare loswerden, sich Gläser nehmen und weitergehen. Solange konnte Karla die Luft anhalten und dann hätte sie die beiden überstanden. Das Raubtier tobte in ihr aber Karla presste die Lippen zusammen. “Jetzt müssen sie doch gehen”, dachte sie, aber das taten sie nicht. Sie blieben vor Karla stehen. “Lass uns auf die anderen warten!”, schlug der Mann vor. “Ich finde es ganz nett hier.” Dabei wanderten seine Augen zu Karla.

Die schloß die Augen. Sie wusste, wenn sie noch länger die Luft anhalten würde, dann müsste sie so heftig atmen, dass würden die Gläser auf dem Tablett das nicht überstehen würden. Mit äußerster Konzentration ließ sie langsam die Luft ab. In ihr summte, vibrierte und massierte es.

Der Mann beobachtete sie noch immer. Seine Blicke taxierten sie langsam von oben nach unten. Mit der gleichen Geschwindigkeit begannen ihre Schweißtropfen zu fließen. Sie liefen ihr an den Schläfen und am Hals herunter. Die beiden Ströme trafen sich in dem Tal zwischen ihren Brüsten und wurden dabei schneller. An der Stelle, an der das Tablett ihren Körper berührte, wurden sie ausgebremst. Aber nicht lange. Dann flossen sie weiter und sammelten sich in ihrem Bauchnabel von dem aus sie ihre weitere Reise nach unten fortsetzten.

Dieses Teil in ihr brachte Unmengen an Schweiß auf ihrem Oberkörper auf ihre Haut. Sie glänzte inzwischen, als ob sie einen Marathon gelaufen wäre. Während dessen plauderten die beiden vor ihr und machten keinerlei Anstalten, weiter zu gehen.

Karlas Hoffnungen auf ein baldiges Ende verschwanden gänzlich, als die Tür erneut aufging und ein zweites Pärchen eintrat, das von dem ersten mit lautem “Hallo” empfangen wurde. “Na? Auch schon da?”

“Sicher. Klasse Idee mit dem Türöffner”, meinte der güvenilir bahis Mann. “Aber das hier ist ja noch besser.” Er bewegte sich auf Klara zu. Die wollte ihren Spruch aufsagen, aber aus ihrem Mund kam nur ein Stöhnen. Jedes Stöhnen übertrug sich direkt auf das Tablett und den Sekt in den Gläsern, der bedenklich hin und her schwappte. Klara war am Ende ihrer Konzentration. Sie griff ihre letzten Reserven an, während der Vibrator in ihr unerbittlich weiter tobte.

“Das muss ich mir genauer ansehen”, meinte der Mann. Er ging in die Hocke und konnte von dort aus sehen, wie eine Flüssigkeit an der Stange entlang lief, die unter Klaras Rock endete. Zuerst wollte Klara ihre Oberschenkel zusammenpressen. Das ging nicht und dann gab sie auf.

Das dritte Pärchen war eingetroffen und Klara begrüßte sie wie in Trance mit einem “Herzlich willkommen!”, während der Mann sie unten genauestens betrachtete. “Darf ich?” fragte er. Er wollte den Rock nach oben schieben, um noch besser sehen zu können. Klara war gerade bei ihrem “Bitte bedienen Sie sich!”, das der Mann als Erlaubnis für sich auffasste. Er schob ihren Rock nach oben, sodass Klaras rasierte Muschi für alle zu sehen war. Und alle sahen auch das mächtige Teil, das in ihr rotierte, zuckte und vibrierte.

“Das ist ja irre!” Sofort kamen alle und drängten sich um Klara. Auch das vierte Pärchen war jetzt da. Klara hatte es gar nicht begrüßt, aber das viel keinem auf. Die Männer waren jetzt in die Hocke gegangen. Die Frauen sahen den Männern zu, wie sie ihre Finger nicht bei sich behalten konnten, und die Tropfen von Klaras Saft von der Stange und von ihren Oberschenkeln einfingen.

Nur eine Frau sah Klara in die Augen. Sie genoß, wie Klaras Blick immer verschwommener wurde. Die Gläser klirrten auf dem Tablett, als Klara die vielen Hände an ihren Oberschenkeln und an ihrem Unterkörper fühlte. Es störte sie nicht mehr. Im Gegenteil, sie wünschte nichts sehnlicher, als das endlich der Höhepunkt losging, den sie bis jetzt mit aller Kraft hinausgezögert hatte.

“Na, wie geht es Dir?”, fragte die Frau, wohl wissend, dass Klara nicht Antworten würde, selbst wenn sie gekonnt hätte. “Du scheinst die Männer total zu begeistern.” Die einzige Antwort war ein heftiges Stöhnen. “Was würdest Du davon halten, wenn die Männer weitermachen?” Wieder nur Stöhnen. “Oder sollen wir weitergehen?”

In Klaras Gedanken gab es nur dieses Teil, dass ihr Innerstes zum Glühen brachte und die unzähligen Hände. Nur diesen einen Gedanken konnte sie denken: Bloß nicht aufhören. “Bitte bedienen Sie sich presste sie hervor.”

Die Frau schmunzelte. “Das habe ich mir doch gedacht. Habt Ihr gehört, Männer? Ihr dürft euch bedienen. Aber vorher wollen wir noch den Sekt retten.” Die Frauen nahmen die restlichen Gläser von Klaras Tablett während die Männer noch näher rückten.

Klara spürte unendliche viele Hände an ihrem Unterkörper umherwandern. Endlich berührte jemand ihre Klitoris. “Bitte bedienen Sie sich! Bitte bedienen Sie sich!”, drang es aus Klaras Mund, aber diese Aufforderung war nicht nötig. Alle bedienten sich gleichzeitig, so intensiv, wie es in der Menge möglich war. Ein Zittern durchlief Klaras Körper. Es wurde stärker und stärker. Dann war ihr, als ob sie von einem Tsunami überrollt würde.

Die Knie wollten ihr nachgeben, aber das ging nicht. Sie drohte umzufallen, aber auch da war sie sicher. So präsentierte sie sich den Männern offen und feucht, auch nachdem die erste Welle vorbei war. Und die Männer hörten nicht auf. Einer nach dem anderen kniete sich vor Klaras Muschi und leckte ihre pralle Klitoris. Und die Frauen hatte in jeder Hand ein Glas Sekt, nippten gelegentlich daran und sahen interessiert zu.

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Erstellungszeitraum November 1997 – August 1998

Bei dieser Story handelt es sich um ein SM-Märchen ohne jeden realen Hintergrund! Nie-mals würde ich so etwas im Realen anstreben. Es sind reine Fantasien. Deshalb auch die Bezeichnung SM-Märchen.

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Teil 2

Erzählung von Irene:

Es hatte mich schon Überwindung gekostet so mitleidlos zuzuschlagen. Aber ich hatte schließlich keine andere Wahl gehabt. Was mich allerdings sehr unruhig gemacht hatte war die Tatsache, daß ich erregt wurde als ich Peter schlug. Ihn so hilflos zappeln zu sehen und zu sehen wie der weiße makellose Arsch sich langsam mit blauroten Striemen füllte, war ungeheuer faszinierend. Ich war mir sicher, daß er nachgeben würde. Und so kam es auch. Ich bemerkte es eigentlich gar nicht und schlug, mittlerweile nahe am Orgasmus, immer wei-ter. Erst als mir Viola in den Arm fiel, merkte ich wie Peter hilflos um Gnade schluchzte. Ir-gendwie hatte er das verdient, dachte ich zufrieden. Die letzten Jahre waren nicht schön für mich gewesen. Wie sehr ihn die Schläge zerbrochen hatten war dann auch gleich sichtbar. Zuerst hatte er seinen Schwanz verschämt zugehalten, aber dann wichste er mit vollem Ein-satz. Es war ein faszinierendes Bild, mein Mann, der Macho der immer bestritten hatte selbst Hand an sich gelegt zu haben, wichste in aller Öffentlichkeit seinen Schwanz. Alle sahen mit weit aufgerissenen Augen zu. Als dann auch noch Karin direkt daneben gestellt wurde war seine Demütigung perfekt. Er achtete gar nicht auf sie. Im Gegenteil, sein deutlich sichtbar steifer Schwanz schwoll noch etwas mehr an. Die Sau wurde scharf von der Demütigung. Als er schließlich in den Behälter spritzte wurde nochmals ersichtlich wie sehr ihn das alles erregte. Ich konnte am besten beurteilen, daß es eine ungewöhnlich große Menge an Sper-ma war die er verspritzte.

Als Peter dann gezwungen wurde sein eigenes Sperma runter zu schlucken, mußte ich e-benfalls gewaltsam meinen Ekel unterdrücken. Das war unvorstellbar für mich. Ich hatte mich in unserer Ehe bisher erfolgreich dagegen gewehrt seinen Penis in den Mund zu neh-men. Immer mit den Hinweis, daß ich vor Ekel sterben würde wenn ich Sperma in den Mund bekäme. Von Schlucken ganz zu schweigen. Ich hätte nie geglaubt daß Peter dazu gezwun-gen werden konnte. Aber er tat es. Die Schluckbewegungen waren deutlich zu erkennen. Jetzt tat er mir doch leid als er sich röchelnd und würgend am Boden wand. Dann mußte er sich splitternackt auf den Stuhl setzen. Das empfand ich nicht mehr als so schlimm, denn schließlich war ich in meinem dünnen Hemdchen ebenfalls so gut wie nackt.

Viola winkte mir zu. Voller Angst stand ich auf und stolperte zu der Matratze wo ich mich hin-knien mußte. Entsetzt dachte ich an die Drohung Violas, daß mein Sohn mich ficken durfte. Viola flüsterte mir ins Ohr, „wie willst du es haben? Möglichkeit 1, dein Sohn peitscht dich erst aus, dann fickt er dich in den Arsch. Oder du saugst sein Schwänzchen mit dem Mund aus. Dann ersparst du dir auch die Schläge. Du brauchst aber vorerst nicht runterzuschlu-cken, da biete ich dir dann etwas anderes an. Nur im Mund behalten mußt du erst mal jeden Tropfen. Also wähle.” Mir wurde schon übel bei dem Gedanken einen Schwanz in den Mund nehmen zu müssen. Und dann noch von meinem Sohn. Andererseits die Schmerzen wenn ich gepeitscht würde und die grenzenlose Schmach von meinem Sohn im falschen Eingang genommen zu werden, waren noch schlimmer. Eigentlich wollte ich nichts von beiden. Aber darauf würde sich Viola wohl nicht einlassen. Sie hatte meinen Sohn auf die Matratze gezerrt und stand mit ihm vor mir. Ich schämte mich furchtbar, wußte ich doch wie durchsichtig das Hemdchen war. Aber Viola reichte das nicht, denn sie sagte zu mir, „runter mit dem Hemd-chen. Wir wollen deinem Sohn doch was zeigen.” Voller Scham streifte ich das Hemdchen ab und kniete nun völlig nackt vor den beiden.

Klaus hatte rote Ohren vor Aufregung und er starrte voller Gier auf meine Schätze. Ich muß-te mich zurücklehnen und mich mit den Händen aufstützen. Dann forderte Viola Klaus auf mich anzufassen. Ich keuchte entsetzt als er meine Brüste berührte. Zuerst sehr zaghaft, aber nach und nach verlor er seine Scheu und knetete meine Brüste. Nach Aufforderung Violas beschäftigte er sich auch intensiv mit den dicken Warzen. Zu meiner Beschämung schwollen die Warzen unnatürlich dick an, was von Viola lautstark allen zur Kenntnis gege-ben wurde. Dann sollte mir Klaus in den Schritt fassen. Erst ein Schlag mit dem Rohrstock über meine Brüste brachte mich dazu die Beine wie bedava bahis befohlen zu spreizen. Auch hier war Klaus zuerst nur zögernd am Werke. Aber dann strich er immer fester durch meinen Spalt. Schließlich öffnete er meine Lippen und betastete mit hochrotem Kopf meinen Kitzler. „Das ist der Kitzler einer Frau”, erklärte ihm Viola. Ich lief vor Scham und Verzweiflung blutrot an als sie fortfuhr, „eine Frau ist dort sehr empfindlich. Beim Ficken wird sie dort gereizt und kommt vor allem durch Reizung dieses Dings zum Orgasmus. Reibe jetzt fest weiter bis du hörst wie deine Mama glücklich wird.” Entsetzt wollte ich zurückweichen, aber Viola sagte nun zu mir, „halte still und laß dich treiben, wenn du nicht willst daß dir der Kitzler und ihm die Eier angeschnitten werden. Wenn du soweit bist, nicht einfach still genießen sondern laut ankündigen, daß es dir kommt. Wir wollen dich deutlich hören.”

Es war Wahnsinn was sie von mir verlangte. Unter Violas Anleitung rieb Klaus äußerst ge-schickt und ich merkte entsetzt wie Erregungswellen durch meinen Körper tobten. Ich er-kannte, daß es passieren würde. Nichts konnte es mehr verhindern. Viola zerrte meine Beine noch weiter auf. Welch ein obszönes Bild mußte ich bieten. Zurückgelehnt mit weit gespreiz-ten Beinen ließ ich mich von dem eigenen Sohn heiß wichsen.

Erzählung von Klaus:

Schon als ich die weichen Brüste berühren durfte war ich vor Erregung fast verrückt gewor-den. Dieses weiche nachgiebige Fleisch in das ich vorsichtig hineinfasste. „Nicht so zaghaft”, flüsterte Viola mir zu und ich griff fester zu, was meine Mutter zu einem Keuchen veranlaßte. „Nimm dir die Warzen vor”, zischte Viola. Ich nahm die dicken Gnubbel zwischen zwei Finger und rollte sie hin und her. Zu meiner Verblüffung merkte ich wie sie dabei fester und dicker wurden. Das Spiel erregte mich immer mehr. Mittlerweile war es mir völlig egal, daß es mei-ne Mutter war mit der ich spielte. Mein Schwanz platzte bald vor Steifheit in meiner Hose. Daran war allerdings auch Viola beteiligt, die immer wieder zwischen meine Beine faßte und meine Männlichkeit betastete. Schließlich faßte ich in die warme Votze meiner Mutter. Vor-her zwang Viola sie, die Beine weit zu spreizen. Dabei konnte ich alles aus nächster Nähe sehen. Die dicken dunklen Schamlippen, das rosa schimmernde Loch und ganz deutlich eine rot leuchtende steif abstehende Knospe. Das ist bestimmt der Kitzler dachte ich mir faszi-niert. Als ich in den Schlitz hineinfaßte, war ich überrascht von der warmen Feuchtigkeit in der Votze. Ich rieb im Schlitz herum und führte auch vorsichtig einen Finger in das feucht schimmernde Loch. Ich hatte das Gefühl von etwas glitschigem. Aber seltsamerweise ekelte ich mich überhaupt nicht. Dann berührte mein Daumen ihren Kitzler. Er war steif und hart. Meine Mutter fing wieder an zu wimmern und Viola zerrte gewaltsam ihre Beine noch weiter auf.

Viola erklärte mir die Funktion des Kitzlers und verlangte von mir, sie heftig zu reiben um sie, wie sie sagte, glücklich zu machen. Mittlerweile waren mir alle Zuschauer egal. Extrem erregt mit rot leuchtenden Ohren rieb ich in der Votze meiner Mutter herum. Beinah hätte ich abge-spritzt als plötzlich Violas Hand in meine Hose schlüpfte und meinen steifen Schaft umklam-merte. Aber sie bemerkte es offensichtlich denn sie preßte ihn schmerzhaft zusammen um einen Erguß zu verhindern. „Schön fest weiter reiben”, zischte sie in mein Ohr, „guck dir die Augen und die Warzen an.” Meine Mutter keuchte und röchelte. Die Warzen standen steif und prall ab und die Augen waren ganz glasig. Ich sah verblüfft Speichel aus ihrem halb of-fenen Mund laufen. Scheinbar war auch ihre jetzt alles egal denn sie spreizte ganz freiwillig ihre Beine noch weiter auf. Die Votze war nun ganz glitschig und voller Schleim. Ich mußte in dem Sapsch richtig nach dem Kitzler suchen. Plötzlich fing Mama an zu zappeln und sich zu winden und heulte röchelnd, „ich komme, mein Gott ich komme. Arrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh.” Ich bekam fast einen Schreck denn sie schrie aus vollem Hals während sie sich am Boden wälzte. Viola hatte meine Hand weggezogen und wir sahen beide zu wie sie sich winselnd am Boden wand. „Keine Angst, ihr passiert nichts Schlimmes”, sage Viola spöttisch nachdem sie meinen entsetzten Blick gesehen hatte. „Sie genießt, und glaub mir sie empfindet daß als äußerst angenehm.”

Mittlerweile hatte sich meine Mutter beruhigt. Und lag leise schluchzend am Boden. Ich stand direkt vor ihr und Viola hielt meine Hände hinter dem Rücken fest und sagte zu meiner Mut-ter, „für welche Möglichkeit hast du dich nun entschieden. Zeig es mir schnell, oder ich ent-scheide für dich.” Meine Mutter kniete sich vor mich und zu meiner Verblüffung öffnete sie die von Viola schon halb geöffnete Hose ganz und zog sie mitsamt Schlüpfer bis auf die Knöchel runter. Ich keuchte auf als mein steifer Schwanz direkt vor ihrem Gesicht in die Luft wippte. Als ich mir vorstellte daß mich jetzt auch Karin, schon seit 1 Jahr mein heimlicher Schwarm, so ganz entblößt sehen konnte, casino siteleri lief ich nun doch schamrot an. Auch meine Mutter starrte mit gequältem Blick auf meinen steifen Schwanz. Dann faßte sie mit beiden Händen an meine Hinterbacken und stülpte entschlossen ihren Mund über meinen Schwanz. Ich gur-gelte auf als ich spürte wie sich die feuchte Nässe über meinen Schwanz legte und meine Mutter sofort kräftig zu saugen begann. Ein kitzelndes Gefühl an meiner Eichel als sie im Mund heftig mit der Zunge über meine Eichel züngelte. Oh mein Gott, dachte ich, welch ein irres Gefühl. Ich biß mir auf die Lippen um nicht abzuspritzen, denn das wollte ich meiner Mutter nun doch nicht antun. Ich drehte meinen Kopf zur Seite und beherrschte mich mit aller Kraft. Dann zuckte ich zusammen als mein Blick auf Karin fiel. Sie wirkte keinesfalls entsetzt. Im Gegenteil ihr Gesicht war rotfleckig vor Aufregung und ihre Augen glänzten als sie ohne es zu verbergen in aller Offenheit zusah wie meine Mutter meinen Schwanz blies. Zu meiner Überraschung hatte sie ihre Hand zwischen ihren Beinen und rieb ihre Jeans genau in Höhe ihres Schneckchens. Es schien ihr absolut nichts auszumachen, daß sie von uns dabei beo-bachtete wurde. Sie war zu sehr von dem gefangen was sie hier sah.

„Sie gefällt dir, nicht”, zischte Viola in mein Ohr. „Ja”, winselte ich leise. „Du darfst sie ficken, wie es dir gefällt wenn du ab jetzt jeden meiner Befehle ohne Widerworte ausführst. Ver-sprichst du mir das?” Ich war nicht mehr fähig klar zu denken. Einmal die Konzentration nicht abzuspritzen von dem kräftigen gleichmäßigem Saugen meiner Mutter und von der Vorstel-lung Karin ficken zu dürfen. „Ja, ich schwöre es”, stammelte ich in hilfloser Gier. „O.k.”, sagte sie zufrieden, „dann jetzt mein erster Befehl. Hör auf dich zurückzuhalten und laß dich end-lich gehen. Spritz deiner Mutter in den Mund.” Mir war jetzt alles egal. Erleichtert ließ ich in meiner Konzentration nach, schloß die Augen und gab mich ganz dem herrlichen Gefühl hin. Dann spritzte ich endlich los. In meiner gesamten Zeit vorher hatte ich noch so einen gewal-tigen Orgasmus erlebt. Ich gurgelte und röchelte in haltlosem Glück und spritzte und spritzte und spritzte.

Erzählung von Doris:

Irgendwie fühlte ich mich unpassend in meinem weißen Brautkleid. Und ohne Höschen drun-ter. Und jeder wußte es. So wirkte ich auch ziemlich unruhig auf meinem Stuhl. Es war ja auch ungeheuerlich was ich das alles sehen mußte. Ich fröstelte als ich mir vorstellte wie sich Frau Humboldt fühlen mußte. Vor allen Augen gekommen und das noch von den Fin-gern des eigenen Sohnes und nun gezwungen ihn zu blasen. So ein ekelhaftes Ding in den Mund nehmen zu müssen war ja schon schlimm genug. Aber dann noch den eigenen Sohn. Ich bemerkte wie Klaus zu zappeln und zu röcheln begann während er den Unterkörper vor-stieß. Frau Humboldt würgte und keuchte entsetzt. Mein Gott, das durfte doch nicht wahr sein, der spritzte seiner eigenen Mutter in den Mund. Mir wurde schon schlecht als ich mir das nur vorstellte.

Frau Humboldt hatte ihren Mund zurückgezogen und saß nun mit aufgeblähten Backen da, offensichtlich hatte sie alles noch im Mund. Es war erkennbar daß sie mit Brechreiz kämpfte. „Willst du schlucken”, fragte Viola ganz freundlich. Entsetzt schüttelte Frau Humboldt den Kopf. „Na gut”, sagte Viola zu ihr, „ich biete die eine andere Möglichkeit, aber du mußt dich schnell entscheiden. Andernfalls werde ich dich zwingen es runterzuschlucken.” Sie ging zu dem immer noch splitternackt auf dem Stuhl sitzenden Herrn Humboldt zu. Sie griff in seine Haare und zwang ihn wieder den Kopf zurück und öffnete mit der anderen Hand seinen Mund. Dann sagte sie, „dann spuck alles hier rein, aber beeil dich bevor ich es mir anders überlege.” Herr Humboldt machte nur schwache Abwehrbewegungen. Sein Widerstandswil-len war völlig hin. Frau Humboldt sprang auf und rannte hastig auf ihren Mann zu. Sie beugte sich über ihn und tat es tatsächlich. Ich sah wie sei den weißen Schleim ihres Sohnes in den geöffneten Mund spuckte. Viola preßte den Mund zu und fauchte, „schlucken.” Herr Hum-boldt würgte und zappelte etwas, aber dann sah man ihn deutlich schlucken. Nun durfte sich auch Frau Humboldt und ihr Sohn setzen. Aber auch sie mußten jetzt nackt bleiben. Klaus mußte sich zwischen seine Mutter und seinen Vater setzen während Viola zu Frau Humboldt sagte, „du bist verantwortlich dafür, daß er unentwegt steif ist wenn wir ihn nochmals brau-chen. Also halt ihn immer schön geil, aber ohne ihn noch mal spritzen zu lassen.” Dann ging sie wieder in die Raummitte während Frau Humboldt mit gequälten Gesicht den Schwanz ihres neben ihr sitzenden Sohns sachte zu wichsen begann.

Kapitel 4 Die Einführung der Braut in ihre Pflichten

Erzählung von Doris:

Irgendwie hatte ich ein mulmiges Gefühl im Bauch als Viola wieder in der Raummitte stand. Ich mußte zugeben ich war noch sehr gut weggekommen. Was sie der Familie Humboldt angetan hatte war unmenschlich gewesen. Und auch was Andreas mitgemacht bahis siteleri hatte. Ob-wohl es dem Ferkel sicher Spaß gemacht hatte Frau Humboldt zu ficken. Aber ich hatte schon Verständnis dafür, daß ihm keine andere Wahl geblieben war. Ich weiß nicht wie ich darauf kam, daß Viola mit mir noch nicht fertig war, aber ich war einfach davon überzeugt. Sie sprach inzwischen mit Karin Rademacher. Offensichtlich hatte auch Viola nicht überse-hen wie sich das Mädchen zwischen den Beinen gerieben hatte. Ich konnte nicht alles ver-stehen was sie miteinander redeten. Nur Bruchstücke. „…. bist ziemlich scharf?” Offensicht-lich bejahte sie das, während ihre Eltern entsetzt zu ihr rübersahen. Dann wurde sie von Vio-la gefragt was sie sich besonderes wünsche und Karin flüsterte ihr etwas ins Ohr. Sofort da-nach sah sie beschämt zu Boden. Mir wurde ganz kalt als ich das grausame Lächeln von Viola sah und hörte wie sie, jetzt laut genug, daß es alle hören konnten, antwortete, „ich ver-spreche dir deinen Wunsch zu erfüllen. Aber ich hoffe du hast dir das gut überlegt.” Karin sah Viola mit einem hündischen Blick an, sank zu unser aller Verblüffung auf die Knie und keuchte, „ich bin ihre Sklavin, Herrin.”

Viola nickte zufrieden und sagte dann, „ich werde darauf zurückkommen, aber zuerst sollten wir uns jetzt dem Höhepunkt des Abends zuwenden.” Sie machte eine kleine Pause, ich wußte nicht warum aber in meinem Bauch bildete sich ein eiskalter Klumpen.

Viola fuhr fort, „wir haben schließlich noch eine Braut. Und ich finde nun sollte unsere Braut endlich zu ihrem Recht kommen.” Das war es, das war es was ich befürchtet hatte. Ich wim-merte entsetzt auf, noch bevor sie überhaupt erklären konnte was sie damit meinte. „Beide Männer, die sie untersucht haben sind der Meinung sie wäre noch jungfräulich. Und ich mei-ne wir sollten sie jetzt in die Freuden der Liebe einführen und ihr gleichzeitig zeigen welche Pflichten sie als Frau den Männern gegenüber hat.” Ich saß da wie mit einem Eimer Wasser übergossen, während die beiden Wachen ein Holzgestell im Boden befestigten. Schließlich erkannte ich die Bedeutung des Gestells. Es war ein Pranger. Allerdings hatte ich mir so ein Gerät immer höher vorgestellt. Wenn man hier seinen Kopf in die dafür vorgesehene Öff-nung stecken würde mußte man sich tief bücken. Viola winkte mir, aber ich saß immer noch wie versteinert im Stuhl. Da wurde ich von den beiden Männern gepackt und zu dem Pranger geschleppt. Dort wurden Kopf und Hände in die Öffnungen gesteckt und der Bügel geschlos-sen. Wie ich vermutet hatte, mußte ich mich dafür tief bücken.

Viola kam nach vorne und zog meinen Kopf hoch. Dann legte sie ein Lederband um meine Stirn und befestigte das Band so daß ich völlig hilflos nach vorn sehen mußte. Jeder konnte mein Gesicht sehen und ich mußte in die aufgeregten Augen der anderen blicken. „Wir wol-len schließlich deinen Gesichtsausdruck sehen, wenn du in die Aufgaben einer Frau einge-führt wirst”, erklärte mir Viola ruhig. „Es ist dir verboten die Augen zu schließen. Sonst wer-den wir dich hart bestrafen.” Während sie mit mir sprach spürte ich entsetzt wie man mir Le-derbänder um die Füße legte und dann wurden meine Füße auseinander gezerrt. Und zwar so weit es möglich war. Ich fühlte mich elend. Tief gebückt meinen Hintern nach oben stre-ckend mit weit aufgezerrten Beinen und hochgedrücktem Kopf damit ich Blick auf die Zu-schauer hatte. Ich wimmerte entsetzt auf als Viola über meinen nur vom Hochzeitskleid be-deckten Hintern strich und mit süßer Stimme flötete, „hast du irgendwelche Wünsche wer dein erster Ehemann sein sollte?” Es dauerte einige Sekunden bis ich in der Lage war zu reagieren und ich schluchzte nervös, „aber ich bin doch verheiratet. Wenn es schon öffent-lich passieren soll steht es doch nur meinem Mann zu das zu tun.” Als Viola gellend zu la-chen begann wurde mir fast übel vor Angst.

„Das ist der letzte den ich heute an dich dran lasse”, erklärte sie lachend. „Schließlich sollte diese Feier etwas besonderes sein, und ich meine da sollte man deinen Gästen auch etwas gönnen.” Sie trat neben mich und riß mit einem Ruck mein Oberteil des Kleides nach unten. Meine Brüste sprangen heraus und hingen nackt nach unten. Ich schrie erschrocken auf. „Deine Tittis sind ganz ordentlich”, sagte sie. Ich spürte wie ich rot wurde während die Kühle meine Brustwarzen versteifte. „jetzt wirst du als erstes aufgestochen”, sagte sie nun. Sie blickte sich suchend um und winkte jemanden. Ich konnte nicht erkennen wen. Aber ich hör-te im Hintergrund Andreas schluchzen, „nein, bitte nicht.” „Halt dein Maul”, fauchte Viola bö-se. Dann sah ich wie mein Chef Herr Rademacher, nervös ins Blickfeld kam. Es war schon peinlich genug gewesen seine Finger in mir zu spüren, nun sollte er…., nein, das durfte nicht sein. „Bitte nicht”, wimmerte ich verzweifelt. Aber Viola störte sich nicht an meinem Wimmern sondern befahl ihm sich völlig nackt auszuziehen. Er mußte dabei in meinem Gesichtsfeld bleiben. Sein Schwanz war halb steif und ziemlich dick. Mein Gott, der würde mich zerrei-ßen. Viola faßte seinen Penis an und begann sehr hart zu wichsen bis er ganz steif und prall war. Auch Herr Rademacher wurde blutrot vor Scham dabei. Vor allem weil seine Tochter nicht wegschaute sondern fasziniert den Schwanz ihres Vaters betrachtete.

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