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Stripping the Boss

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This story was written for the 2011 Nude Day competition. Please vote! And thanks for reading!

*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author.*

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As Toni walked down the hall, she tried to slow her breathing. Today was the day. She had all her plans in place and, if everything worked perfectly, she would be fired and never have to deal with Phil again.

Phil was Toni’s boss. If you looked up “asshole” in the dictionary, Phil’s picture would be next to it. He was in his early forties, going grey and with a heavily receding hairline, around 5’9″ and at least two hundred pounds. He wore suits that he assured everyone were Italian and high quality, but appeared cheap and ill-tailored. He was completely sexist; Toni, his secretary, was the only female in the whole department. Their department took up half the floor of the building that belonged to their company but, due to Phil’s manipulation of his staff and the workspace, it was literally and figuratively walled off from everyone else. Toni had put up with his belittling, manipulative, bordering-on-sexual harassment for the past two years, since she had graduated from college.

Two months ago, Toni learned that she had been accepted into grad school in the next state. It was her first choice and she was very excited. There was one big problem — Phil. For all his aggressiveness and terrible behavior, the man was completely dependent on and half in love with her. He didn’t even keep a key to his own office; instead, he depended on her to arrive before him to let him in and stay until he was ready to go home. On the days she was on vacation or out sick, she had to find someone willing to go in early to open his door. She knew that if she tried to quit, she would be hounded and endlessly harassed by the man. The only way to truly be rid of him was to do something terrible enough to get fired.

Toni didn’t want to do anything that would hurt the company. She actually liked her coworkers quite a bit. The men, as a whole, were a fun group to be with. She thought a couple of them were downright hot and had entertained fantasies of fucking them in the office after hours, but had always been to scared of the aftermath to do so. At first to get first, she had tried to be rude and annoying to Phil, showed up a few minutes late on multiple occasions (but not late enough to dock her pay,) “forgot” phone calls, made slightly off center copies, etc. But it wasn’t working. One night, after a couple drinks at the bar down the block, she complained to her coworker Ron.

“Ron, I don’t know what I’m going to do. The man is such a prick.” Toni sighed, and took another sip of her drink.

“No he’s not,” Ron replied, laughing.

“What do you mean? Are there worse guys out there that I’m going to work for?” Toni was shocked for a moment.

“No, no, no,” Ron said, laughing harder, “I’m surprised you don’t know.”

“What?” now Toni was truly curious, still not getting his meaning.

Ron started his story, “He’s not a prick. Like, he’s super small. I go to the same gym that he shows up at a few times a year. Last month, I saw him in the locker room. Most guys could care less about being naked in there. I swear, sometimes it feels like a fucking sausage display. But he was being super cautious about wearing his towel and not exposing himself.”

“Don’t tell me you looked?” Toni said, getting interested in this.

“I was trying to stay away from him; I didn’t want him to see me and then make some macho display at my desk the next day about how we were lifting heavy weights together or whatever.” Ron replied.

“So how do you know?” Toni asked.

“He came into the shower area when I was in there. I had to wait until he got out of the shower before I could make my escape. I saw it as he reached out to get his towel. I’d be surprised if the loser is three inches erect.” Ron was laughing as he stated his fact.

“No way! Are you sure he’s not one of those guys who’s a “grower” not a “show-er” or whatever the phrase is?” Toni asked, an idea beginning to form in her head.

“No, that was the worst part. He was erect! I think he was masturbating in there.” Ron grimaced and took a big swallow of his beer, as if trying to get rid of the mental image in his head.

And with that, Toni’s plan clicked into place. She would get fired and make the office better for everyone that she was leaving behind.

If Toni had known that Thursday was National Nude Day, she probably would have liked her plan even more. She picked Thursday as it was payday, and she needed all the money she could save up for school.

That morning, Toni arrived to work dressed immaculately. Her shoulder length dark hair was brushed back from her face and put up in a librarian-style clip. She had spent extra time on her makeup, including cherry-red lipstick, which she knew Phil liked. She was wearing a form-fitting light grey jacket escort bursa with a white silk camisole underneath. Her matching grey pencil skirt was extremely form-fitting and hugged her curvy hips and behind. You couldn’t tell when the jacket was buttoned, but underneath her outfit was a black bra with cherry-printed ribbon and lace along the top and matching bikini-style underwear. The bra covered her large, heavy breasts well, while at the same time pushing them up and together. She had skipped stockings for the day, as they would just get in the way, and completed her outfit with red, 40’s style peep-toe heels. They brought her normal 5’7″ height up to 5’10”, so that she would be slightly taller than Phil.

The morning started well. She was sweet and extra-attentive with Phil. She kept making sure that his coffee cup was full. She baked muffins for the department that morning, of which he seemed to eat at least half a dozen, the pig. She was even doing the ridiculously obvious flirting moves, like dropping her pen in front of Phil’s desk and making a show to bend over and pick it up.

Phil was completely oblivious to the fact that Toni’s behavior was any different than usual. In fact, he assured himself that she was this wonderful every day and was as attracted to him as he was to her. Rather than his usual micro-managing and harassing the men on the floor, he stayed near his office or Toni’s desk all morning. He was driving her nuts with small requests and demands.

Finally, 10:30 rolled around. Phil was a man of ritual; he always went to the bathroom for a long communion with the toilet at 10:45. Toni wanted him to be as aroused and uncomfortable as possible during this process, so she knew it was time to act.

“Phil, can you come out here and help me with something for a moment, pretty please?” Toni asked, in her what she thought of as her “helpless vixen” voice.

“Just a moment, dear,” Phil replied, slowly getting up from his chair. The helpless little woman, he thought, must need me to move something or fix her computer.

Toni stood up from her chair as soon as she heard Phil behind her. “It’s something on my computer. Could you please take a look at it?” As Phil moved forward, she quietly closed his office door, locking it. She quietly dropped the key into her purse.

Phil sat down in her chair and looked at her monitor. All that was on the screen was a tiny text box, with two words in an Alice in Wonderland-type font. “Do me.” He read the phrase out loud, and then looked at her questioningly.

Toni took a deep breath, and then started the show. “I’ve decided today’s the day.”

“What day?” Phil asked, going through a million fantasies of Toni in his head while wondering what she was talking about.

“The day that I follow my desires. Phil, I need you to make love to me. Now!” And with that, Toni removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack behind her. She turned to face Phil, so that he could clearly see her bra underneath her camisole.

“Now? I guess in my office…” Phil turned, and realized the door was closed. “Toni?”

Toni bent down and whispered huskily into his ear, “No, right here on my desk. Naked. I want to show everyone in this department how you own me and how wonderful you are.” She moved her head a bit so he could see into her heavily-lidded eyes and then licked her lips.

Phil gulped, both scared and turned on at the prospect. He’d had sex three times, each with a different woman, all of whom said he was wonderful in bed. He knew he was good. Toni must sense it too. If she needed to be naked and taken right there and then, who was he to complain?

“All right,” Phil replied, “I’d be happy to take care of your needs, sweetheart. After all, what are good bosses for?” He looked at her long desk and realized that, other than the monitor, it was completely clear and perfect for fucking her on. He had been completely oblivious to the fact that Toni had taken home every single one of her personal effects over the past two weeks.

Phil quickly undid his tie and threw it on to the desk. He then unbuttoned his shirt and put it on the desk as well. He took off his shoes and socks, leaving them under the desk, and then unzipped his pants. He stood up, taking his shirt with him, and hung his pants and shirt on the coat rack. “Well,” he said, standing proudly in his faded, saggy white briefs and looking at her, “aren’t you going to get naked?”

Toni smiled in reply. “You’re still wearing something. I want to see how excited you get at my body.”

Phil complied with her unsaid request and slowly removed his briefs, half hiding his small, pink penis with his hand, not sure he was ready to expose himself to her. He sat down, quickly, the roll of his belly all but covering his sad little penis and balls.

Toni quickly looked down, confirming what Ron had said. That penis was by far the smallest she had ever seen, with little pink testicles to match. Without betraying her thoughts, bursa merkez escort she again looked up at Phil and licked her lips. “He looks delicious. I can’t wait for you to have that big guy thrusting into me.”

Toni began her strip show. She removed the clip from her hair, shaking her head in slow motion as her dark, shiny hair cascaded around her shoulders. She unbuttoned her camisole, bending towards Phil, giving him larger and larger looks of her cleavage until each button was opened and her shirt fell to the floor. She then turned, facing away from Phil, and used both hands to unzip her skirt and peel it away from her body. Phil was panting. The sight of Toni in her matching black and cherry underwear and the red fuck-me heels was almost too much. He was as hard as a rock and ready for her.

Phil reacted, reaching forward with his right hand.

“No, no,” she said, lightly slapping his hand away. “No touching until I’m ready.”

Phil thought she was playing hard to get. He was sure that she wanted him to touch her; wanted him to help remove her bra and panties. He couldn’t help himself; while still sitting, he reached out to grab her. “Phil! I guess we’ll have to take care of those wandering hands,” she said, and quickly grabbed his belt from the floor. Before he knew it, she had tied his hands behind him and to the office chair. She hadn’t done it very securely, but knew Phil was the type that wouldn’t try very hard to free himself. She was right. He pushed his hips forward, as if he could try and slide out of the seat. All this did was expose his penis to her. It was now bright red and leaking a bit of precum. Toni now saw that Ron about the three inches. Phil’s penis was more like the size of her ring finger, less than three inches long and rather skinny as well.

Toni looked up and realized that she and Phil were not alone. Toni’s desk was halfway down the hall from the entrance to the office. Unlike everyone else, who had a cubicle, she was out on the floor in front of Phil’s office. Her desk didn’t have a front, so that anyone walking by could practically see up her skirt. For the past two years, she had dealt with having no privacy, no ability to have a quiet phone call or check her e-mail at her desk, as everyone could see everything. Today, however, this would work to her advantage.

Toni looked at the three men, including Ron, who had gathered close to her desk. “If you’re going to watch, you’ll have to get naked, too.” Toni said. Still dressed in her panties, bra, and heels, she wheeled her chair around, so that Phil’s naked back was to his office and his penis waving to his employees. He could now clearly see her desk and out on to the floor. Mark and Jack, two of Toni’s coworkers, quickly complied, removing their clothes and making small piles in the cubes behind them. Ron ran off, as they’d previously discussed to alert the rest of the floor as to what was happening and to leave their clothes behind.

Toni looked at the gathering group. She was glad it was summertime and that a lot of the guys were on vacation. Even still, there were now a dozen men, naked, watching her. She placed both hands on her hips and began to push her panties down, exposing her firm, tight behind to Phil and her neatly trimmed bush to the rest of the men. She pushed the panties slowly down her legs, stepping out of both them and her heels. She turned around and reached behind her to undo the hooks of her bra. She removed each strap in turn, playfully pulling them along each shoulder and arm. She leaned forward, as if giving Phil the chance to remove her bra and see her breasts for the first time. With his hands tied, all he could do was gape at her.

She removed her bra and set it in a bag with her other clothes. She stood up and posed for the men, turning this way and that, making sure Phil was completely and totally erect. The air conditioning quickly hardened her nipples. Being naked in front of the men turned her on and she could feel the cold air cooling the juices forming at the top of her thighs.

Toni gazed at the men. They were slowly growing hard. At this point, though, every single one of them had a penis that was longer and thicker than Phil’s. It was time for Phase Two of her plan.

“Are you ready?” she said, half to herself. Only Phil had heard her.

“Of course I’m ready! Untie me so that I can give you the fucking you need.” Not exactly the most couth words, but Phil wasn’t exactly smooth with the ladies.

She turned, facing him, and placing her butt on the edge of her desk. “Phil, how am I supposed to fuck that?” she frowned, pointing towards his genitals, “your belly is so big I don’t even think you could get that little, teeny, tiny penis inside of me.” She laughed and then turned to face the men. “Have you guys seen this thing? Look! Isn’t it pathetic?”

Ron began to laugh and all of the men followed his lead. Suddenly, instead of seeing a crowd of admirers, Phil bursa yabancı escort saw his employees laughing at him, jeering at him and his body. They insulted his fat body and his small penis. They joked about his miniscule testicles and how he was probably a virgin. He had never felt more humiliated. Tears of shame rolled down his cheeks and jowls. His penis betrayed him, though, standing firmly erect, enjoying the attention.

“Well, since he’s not man enough to fuck me, who’s first?” Toni challenged, looking over all of the men before fixing her eyes on Mark, who at ten inches long and as big around as a coke can, had the largest penis of the group.

“I think I’m the winner here!” Mark said, and began walking toward her.

“No!” Phil cried, straining against his flimsy bonds. “You can’t have her. She’s mine. She loves me!”

Toni looked back at him, pure hatred upon her face now, “No, Phil, I don’t love you. I don’t like you. I don’t want you. You are probably the worst man I have ever met and I don’t want to hear from you anymore.” With that, she reached down to the floor and gingerly picked up Phil’s briefs in two fingers and grabbed his tie in his other hand. She looked into the slightly-grayed, stretched out underwear and grimaced.

“Oh, Phil, gross! Don’t you wipe? You treat us all like shit so it’s time to taste some of your own.” She carefully turned his briefs inside out, not wanting to get her hands dirty, and exposed the brown streak inside. Phil opened his mouth to protest and she quickly shoved his briefs inside. She then tied his tie around his mouth and head, making an efficient gag.

Phil tried to use his tongue to push out the gag. He could easily breathe but wanted his soiled underwear out of his mouth. However, at the first taste of his own shit, he recoiled, wanting his tongue as far away from putrid substance as possible. He was trapped.

Toni looked down. Phil’s penis, if anything, was even redder. She laughed and walked around her desk, moving into Mark’s arms.

Mark kissed her deeply and fondled her large, firm tits before laying her down upon her desk. He pulled her to the end, so that he could stay standing, and opened her long legs. He moved forward, impaling Toni on his giant penis.

Toni screamed in ecstasy. This part of her plan had been exciting her for the past two weeks. The idea of being the center of attention of a group of naked men just got her wet. She knew these men well enough to know she was safe and in for an amazing time, all while humiliating little-dicked Phil.

Mark worked his ten-inch penis into her, at first slowly and then, seeing how much Toni was enjoying it, faster and faster until he was buried balls-deep. She started sliding around on the desk and reached out her arms, looking for something to hang on to. Instead of the sides of her desk, she found two penises. Someone had retrieved a bottle of lotion from his desk (Why do these men own lotion? Toni briefly thought) and poured it over each of her hands, lubricating the two shafts as she began stroking them. She looked to her left. Someone had moved Phil a bit so that he could still see all of the action unfolding around him.

Toni then felt her head being gently turned to the right. Jack was there his penis at mouth level, an expectant look on his face. She opened her mouth and took him in. He wasn’t the largest man of the group, with about a five inch penis, so she could easily suck his length in without gagging.

Behind Jack, she looked at the other men. Most of them were stroking themselves, watching her and the unfolding action. A couple were moving themselves up against her, humping against her thighs and shoulders. Between the sweat and the precum, Toni’s skin was taking on a sexy, glistening sheen.

Toni felt something wet along her breasts. She looked down to see Ron dragging his tongue over her breasts and then on to each nipple. The sensations were delightful. She began moaning along Jack’s penis. As if on cue, Mark changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing harder against her g-spot. Ron began sucking on her left nipple and twisting the right one. Toni began to cum. The orgasm raced through her, tightening every muscle of her body. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into Ron’s mouth. She sucked Jack furiously and stroked the two men in her hands as if it was her last wish. Her juices began to drip out of her pussy and down the desk. She felt like she could cum forever.

As she began to return to reality, she realized that the penis in her left hard was starting to pulse and that his owner, Brad, looked ready to cum. She lifted her head, losing Jack’s penis for the moment.

“Not on me,” she breathlessly stated, “on Phil. Quick!”

Brad looked down, realized what Toni had said, and smiled. He quickly complied, putting her hand on to the desk and moving towards Phil. Phil looked up at him, horrified and yelling something against his gag. Brad took himself in hand and, with a few quick jerks, began to cum on Phil’s chest and belly.

Toni watched Phil’s reaction. His yells suddenly grew stronger and he began jerking his hips. Toni looked down, surprised, and realized that Phil was cumming. She called out to the men, “Look, little Phil likes it.”

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She looked again out her car window. The bar was still there just like the last time she looked. The question was still there too. Was she going to go inside? She had never done it before. Thought about it but never even come this far. She was not certain despite having driven an hour from her home. If she was going to do it, she certainly did not want to be recognized.

Looking down at her outfit, she was still surprised that she had the guts to even drive out of the garage. Black pretty much described her outfit. Black stiletto heels covered her feet in black stockings. A tight black skirt came down to mid-thigh. And a black leather vest that pushed up her already nice breasts, showing a fair amount of pale skin. A striking silver necklace and silver earrings set off the outfit, each accented with a silver spike. Her black hair was pulled back She felt like she hotter looking than ever before in her life. But still, she was undecided as to whether or not to do anything about it.

Finally, she opened the car door. If she didn’t do something now, she wasn’t going to do it; probably never would. And she wanted to. The forbidden fruit was there hanging before her and she wanted to know what it tasted like, even if only this time. Looking first both ways in a last moment of caution, she hurried across the street to the other side. Walking more slowly to the door, she didn’t hesitate before entering. Too late for that, she was committed.

The noise from the bar hit her as she entered, as did the smells. Not that either were unpleasant, but they were strong compared to the relative quiet and freshness outside. But still she didn’t hesitate, walking directly to the bar. Seeing an empty stretch, she moved to it and took up a place. She had decided that if she ever got the nerve to do this, she would never show that nerve had been a question. She was determined to be cool and collected.

Waiting for the bartender to get to her, she looked around casually. “So this is a lesbian bar,” she thought to herself. And immediately she began to compare it to all of her expectations. She had known that it would not be something like the fantasies found in men’s magazines. But still it did disappoint slightly in that it wasn’t much different than any of the bars she had known before she was married. There were the same tables and chairs, and pool tables and pinball machines. All the basic elements of any other bar.

But it was the dance floor that caught her eye. Here was the stuff of her dreams. Women together, dancing, showing their passion for each other. Of course it wasn’t like they were having sex there. As she watched, however, she could see couples together, completely absorbed in one another. It was as if the rest of the world did not exist. She had seen that before between men and women but never between women.

“What will you have?” said a voice. Turning, she saw that the bartender was waiting in front of her, a pleasant looking older woman with a smile on her face.

She couldn’t help but to smile back. “Well, I would love a good, meaty Cabernet, if you have one.”

The bartender’s grin grew wider. “I know just the thing. The vintage of choice myself,” turning away for a minute as she poured the glass.

Taking the brief opportunity to survey the room one more time, she knew that her friend online had given her the right lead. She wanted a place like this where she could feel comfortable. There appeared to be equal numbers of couples and single women. Yes, she already liked the place.

“Here you go. Shall I run a tab?” the bartender looked at her expectantly and then smile again as she nodded. “You know, I don’t think that I have seen you here before. I’m Corky,” offering her hand.

“Grace,” she answered, taking it with a firm grip. “And no, I haven’t been here before. A friend recommended it so I thought I would drop in and see if I like it.” Grace laughed softly, “And so far, I do.”

“Nice to meet you, Grace. And glad you like my place. I am the owner, as well as the bartender.” Smiling once more, Corky excused herself to get another customer her order.

Taking her drink in hand, Grace turned again to look out into the bar. She lifted her glass to her nose. Closing her eyes, she inhaled to breath in the bouquet. Very promising, she thought and put the glass to her lips to take a small sip. Running it off her tongue, she let it touch every part of her mouth. Smiling as she realized that the promise equaled the reality. Opening her eyes so that she could turn to salute Corky, she almost bumped into the woman who had appeared next to her. Reacting quickly, Grace managed to keep from spilling any of the wine. Unable to help herself, Grace glared a bit at the woman.

“Oh gosh, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to get in your way,” the blonde blurted out. She stepped back a pace and almost bumped into the woman on the other side. Clearly embarrassed, she apologized again to the other woman and then turned back to Grace. She had a nervous look on her face. “Really, bursa escort I am sorry about that.”

Holding the glare just a bit longer, Grace took in the woman before her. Several years younger than her own 32, she was still probably in her mid-twenties. Maybe only 5 foot 2 or 3 inches, she was also shorter than Grace who was 5′ 8″. She was quite pretty and wore a cutaway white tank top and a pair of tight jeans. The white of her top contrasted nicely with her dark tan. And although she was blonde, it was the natural blonde of a woman who spent a lot of time in the sun.

“Stop apologizing, dear. No harm happened.” Grace slowly spread her arms to show that nothing had spilled and that her drink was fine. Deciding to stop glaring, Grace gave her a small but friendly smile. She noticed how the blonde’s eyes flicked down over her body every little bit, each time bringing out her nervousness just a bit. “Well, well,” Grace thought. And here she had been wondering how to approach someone. It didn’t look like it would be necessary. Maybe just like the chat room she visited, the moths would be drawn to the flame.

Grace stilled any further protests. “It looks like you are shy a drink. May I get you something, dear? I’m sorry but I haven’t caught your name.” Grace looked at the woman, her smile turning just a tad ironic.

“I’m Marie. My name is Marie,” the woman blurted out, becoming more embarrassed as she realized how she probably sounded. “Yes, that would be nice. Thank you.” She tentatively held out her hand to Grace.

Taking Marie’s hand, Grace took it firmly in her own. Looking down at it as she held it for a few seconds then back up at Marie, she finally said, “You can call me Grace. All my friends do. I still don’t know what you want, though.” And she released her hand.

Marie looked panic stricken for a second and then, “What do I want? Oh, you mean to drink. Um, I would like a rose, please.”

Grace had noticed that Corky had been the little by-play and nodded to her. Behind Marie’s back, Corky winked at Grace and smiled in a conspiratorial manner, then went to pour the glass. Returning, Corky handed the glass to Grace rather than Marie. In a position where Marie could not see her face for a moment, Grace echoed the smile that Corky had given her.

“Here you go, dear,” Grace said, handing Marie the glass of wine. Marie accepted it a nervous stream of thanks. Grace waved her to silence. “Tell me, dear, you seemed to think maybe I was asking something else when you first started to respond. What did you think that was?” At this point, Grace would know if Real Life was similar to the chat room. Online Marie would not be able to help herself, if she was what Grace thought, and hoped, she was. Would it be true here too? Grace’s calm, collected gaze upon Marie did not betray the intense internal excitement that she felt.

“What I thought?” Marie repeated. She swallowed once before she remembered that she had her rose in hand. Taking a quick sip, she looked up over the rim at Grace. As she lowered the glass, Marie again swallowed. “Well, I though that you were asking me why I was there talking to you.” She smiled a nervous half-smile at Grace, as if she had guessed an answer in class and half thought it would be wrong.

Banishing any butterflies in her stomach, Grace took the plunge. Holding out her hand to Marie, she said, “Why don’t we sit down and you can tell me the answer to that question too.” Grace held her hand out, knowing exactly how long she would keep it there. Marie had four seconds to make a move to take it, or the chance would be lost. Grace was going to keep control of any situation or it wasn’t going to happen. But at the fourth second, Marie put her hand in Grace’s and followed her to the table she had seen empty.

Against the wall, Grace was able to sit next to Marie and yet still be able to look out over the room. Although intrigued by Marie, Grace was not going to ignore any opportunities if she proved to be not what Grace expected. One thing Grace had learned online was to be choosy. Pleasure carelessly taken often ended up in not being pleasurable at all.

Grace calmly looked at Marie with expectation, putting her on the spot and giving no room for distraction. Marie found Grace’s gaze to be somewhat hard to meet. It was easier to talk than to meet her eyes, even if the talking was difficult too.

“Well, I saw you when you came in through the door. And you looked so confident and beautiful, that I couldn’t help but go on watching you as you moved through the room. I expected that you must have been meeting someone the way you walked through the room but then I saw that no one joined you. And I am not sure exactly why but I just got it into my head to meet you before anyone else had the chance.” Marie stopped short as she finished and looked up to now meet Grace’s eyes. She had that same unsure smile on her face.

“And why would you worry about whether or not you meet me first?” Grace asked in a low voice that forced bursa escort Marie to lean in towards her. Grace still held Marie’s hand and now covered it with her other one, softly tracing her nails along the back of it.

Her eyes dropping to stare at the hand touching hers, Marie softly answered, “Because I wanted you to choose me.” She swallowed again and then sipped from her wine.

Knowing that she needed Marie to acknowledge her desires openly, Grace against spoke in the low voice, “Choose you for what?” Her fingertips and nails traced up onto Marie’s lower arm.

Marie shivered. She tried not to, but she couldn’t help it. Her nipples were hardening and she could feel her puss. Just the beginning of moisture but it was there. “To be yours … Ma’am.” The last word came unbidden. But Marie knew the promise of the word that she had spoken. If Grace was what she thought, it was an offer most clear.

A small sound came from deep in Grace’s throat. She understood all right. But she wasn’t ready to take up the offer just yet. First she needed to qualify her …. applicant. Yes, that was the word. Looking away from Marie for a second, she could see two or three other women discreetly not looking at them but following everything. Each was attractive and each had a distinctive attitude that cried out sub to someone who knew how to read the sign. Her friend had been right. Although different in many ways, the attraction between the Yin and Yang of Domme and sub was as strong in Real Life as in the chat room.

The timbre of Grace’s voice changed. “I understand, little one,” she looked over at Marie. Her eyes were closed as she listened to Grace and felt her arm stroked by Grace. “But just because you were first to ask, doesn’t mean that I am going to chose you.” With that, Grace’s fingers stopped moving and left Marie’s arm. Marie’s eyes blinked open, to look at Grace with almost desperation. It gave Grace a thrill down to her toes to be the object of it, but she continued.

“I find that it is best to be up front with ones desires than to allow misunderstandings lead to a less than enjoyable time. It is as important for me to understand what you desire as it is for you to fulfill mine.” Grace looked into Marie’s eyes and then began to stroke her arm again. “Tell me what you are looking for so that I will now if you are what I am.”

Now that the offer was out there, Marie wanted it to be accepted. “I want what you desire, Ma’am. That is for you to decide.” She cast her eyes down as she finished.

Grace frowned. “Not nearly good enough, little one. If I only wanted what I desired, I would not have asked. So don’t try my patience with nonsensical answers. Tell me what you are looking for in a,” she hesitated for a second, and then finished the sentence in an even lower voice, “Mistress.” She again thrilled as she could feel a tremble in Marie’s arm as she said the word.

Shifting a bit uncertainly, Marie looked down for a second and then met Grace’s eyes. “I am looking for a M-Mistress who will control me; who will determine how and when I will have pleasure; and will allow me to please her, as she needs.” She looked at Grace for approval.

Not betraying anything of her thoughts, Grace followed up with another question. “What about pain? Do you need correction?” Her tone left no doubt as to about what she was talking.

The question made Marie even more nervous. Her fingers played with her wine glass. A worried look came over her face. “Mistress will have to determine whether or not I deserve correction. But to be honest, Ma’am, I do not desire any and will try to please in all ways to avoid it. I understand that playing with fire can burn but I guess I just desire the heat and not the burn. But I accept that sometimes the burn will still occur.”

Still Grace gave no reaction. “And what about humiliation? Do you need your Mistress to teach you your place in the world, through both words and actions?”

Now Marie looked as if she thought that she might have made a mistake. In a very quiet voice, she answered. “No, Ma’am. That is not what I am looking for. I know what you mean but I am looking to submit to a Mistress who will love me and let me show her my love and devotion.” She made a move as if to get up.

Now Grace reacted. “Stay, little one. You have not made a mistake. I must explain. I am very choosy, but perhaps in a way that you did not expect. I know that some Mistresses look to inflict punishment. It is what gets their juices flowing. And others want to have basically a worm that will accept with adoration all types of abuse. And likewise there are subs who want nothing more than to find a Mistress like that. Personally, I find both proclivities to be unappealing, actually worse than that with the degradation. My opinion is that many subs will tell a Mistress what they want to hear but then their own desires will come to the fore as time goes on. Since I have no desire to engage in punishment for my own pleasure or to escort bayan humiliate someone, I need to feel confident that anyone I … take on, shall we say, is also not of that inclination. I try not to impose judgments but simply feel that it is better that like find like.”

Smiling broadly at Marie, Grace slide one hand under the table to stroke her thigh while her other hand continued to play with Marie’s hand and arm. “Little one, I think that you and I are complementary in what we are seeking. I want someone who I can control in order to bring to new heights of pleasure, for both her and me. I require obedience, absolute without question. And while sometimes I will bring some discomfort on the way to that pleasure, I try at all times to avoid giving pain.”

Looking into Marie’s eyes, Grace continued. “As for punishment, I prefer never to have to resort to it. I recognize that it could be necessary in some instances, but I will never happily inflict it. And if it seems like it would be necessary often, I would prefer to just go my separate way. I have no desire to break a wild mare.” In Marie’s look, Grace could see that her worry and doubt was being replaced with relief.

Even so subtly, Marie shifted position. It was a very little move, yet it brought her within Grace’s circle. She was making her choice as Grace was accepting it. Again out of the periphery of her sight, she could see the other girls turning away. One sighing. Another frowning, a whinny pout. Chuckling to herself inside, Grace pulled Marie a little closer. Raising her glass to Marie, she said, “To discovering our symbiosis.” She enjoyed the growly taste of the Cab as it entered her mouth. She could feel her heart beating faster. At last, she was going to know what it really felt like to have someone submit herself to her desires. Would it match up to her dreams? Or would it turn out that the fantasy-life online would turnout to be more to her tastes.

A new song started up. Grace recognized it as an old favorite, “Linger” by the Cranberries. Pulling Marie up by the hand, she said, “Dance with me, little one!” Swiftly walking to the dance floor, they came together. The sensuous tones of the song were perfect for the feeling of the moment. Being held by Grace, Marie listened to the words of the song and realized that although they might not be intentional, they held meaning never the less.

“You know I’m such a fool for you. You got me… You got me…. You got me wrapped around your finger. Do you have to let it linger,” pulsed the words in her mind as Marie felt Grace confidently hold her. Their bodies molded one to the other. “Yessss,” whispered Marie to her Mistress’ ear as Grace pulled her close. Already the feeling of Grace’s hands on her was lighting her on fire. More and more, Marie tried to light the same fire within her Mistress. Twisting so that her back was facing Grace, Marie leaned back to her. Her ass rubbed against Grace’s crotch, hoping that her Mistress wanted her equally.

And so did Grace. Though she was still carefully hiding it, she had never before danced with a woman in this way. Occasional dances in her single day when she was out with friends but never in a way intended to cause the other desire. Without thought, her hands were free with Marie’s body. She let her hand slide up along her blouse, hard enough that it slipped up revealing some of her tanned belly.

Fingertips touched the sides of Marie’s breasts as Grace pulled Marie back against her body. Her lips brushed against first her ear and then her neck. Inhaling, Grace could smell the feminine scent of Marie. Now pressing against her, Grace’s lips touched Marie’s cheek.

Consumed with the touch of her Mistress, Marie turned her head so that her lips could meet Grace’s. She could feel sparks as their lips came together. Her back arched and head leaned back onto Grace’s shoulder to give her Mistress better access to her mouth. As Grace’s fingertips traveled back down Marie’s body, the tip of Grace’s tongue reached out to just lightly stroke Marie’s lips. Sighing, Marie’s parted, hoping that her Mistress would take advantage of her offering and enter her mouth. Instead Grace’s tongue traced the oval made by her lips. Marie let one of her arms drift back to grasp behind Grace’s neck, pulling herself more firmly into Grace. She opened her mouth wider.

With bold confidence, Grace’s tongue thrust into Marie. Stroking along the top of her mouth, the tongue sought to explore. It wanted to know Marie. Each thrust discovered another place to savor; along Marie’s teeth; under her tongue; one cheek, then the other. Each thrust said, “You are Mine!” And Marie loved it. Her lips closed around Grace’s tongue, sucking on it as it made its strong thrusts into her mouth.

All of a sudden Grace realized that the music was trailing off in the end of the song. Their display was now becoming even more noticeable than during the song. Determined to maintain her control over the situation, Grace allowed the kiss to continue even as the music stopped. Grace’s hands supported Marie as she leaned against her though Marie’s gyrations were no longer to the song. Just as it seemed that Marie would make a move to go beyond the kiss, Grace pulled away. Her eyes were open, watching Marie.

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Saturday, March 21

10:45PM MDT

Steamboat Springs, CO

Pierce Livingston

“Dillon would have been a great place for us all to stay. Much closer, too,” Jeff said to me as he pinched my nipple through the maroon and white Little Rock University t-shirt I wore just for him. We were fifteen minutes away from Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Jeff’s parents had taken him and a teammate skiing his freshman year in high school when no one from their team qualified for the state wrestling tournament. He was the only one among the ten of us who had been skiing. The rest of us either went to state all four years in high school or never had the chance to go to a mountainous area.

“Maybe,” Mitchell replied from the driver’s seat when he overheard what was probably supposed to be a more private statement to me. “Free is free, though.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Jeff said loud enough for everyone in the van to hear.

“Wait until you see the place,” Mitchell continued.

The energy level in the van on the way there was strange, to say the least. Here we were all together. All of us had worked our asses off to qualify for nationals. All college level wrestlers have to deal with the pressure from our coaches and teammates and referees and booing fans and those seven minutes on the mat and hours on busses and delayed flights where we might have to sit in a middle seat. Not to mention professors and graduate teaching assistants and roommates and parents and friends and the fucking scale.

All of us in the van had the added pressure of dealing with, in some way, shape or form, being gay and guarding this fact from those who we weren’t comfortable enough with to tell. Many of whom we were naked with in the showers at least twice a week during the season. Many of whom would beat the ever-living daylight out of us if they ever found out we batted for the other team.

Most of the three hour trip from Denver was quiet. Strangely quiet. I’m sure the view would have been breathtaking had it been daylight. I’m sure everyone who was awake was dealing with a mix of emotions as they reflected on their performance over the last three days and the season itself. I’d bet a dollar that all were just as exhausted as I was now that the season was done and nationals were behind us. And then adding in the notion that we’d all probably be naked twenty minutes after we’d set our bags down in Mitchell’s family’s condo.

Two in the van made it all the way. Drew and Colton were both first time NATIONAL. FUCKING. CHAMPIONS. BITCH! I was a semi-finalist, which meant that I was the one who lost to Colton during the finals. Mitchell pointed Colton out to me when we ran into each other yesterday before session three started. I don’t know that Colton knew about me, but I will probably always wonder if I went easy on Colton, because he’s just as hot as the sun, and I knew he liked to take it up the bum.

Drew’s teammate, Levi, was the other one hundred thirty-three pounder in the van. I didn’t know he was a fellow pole smoker when he and I competed against each other in session two on Thursday. He gave me a run for my money. We were tied four-four until there were only fifteen seconds left in the third period when I recognized that his concentration broke and took him down with a fireman’s carry.

‘Oh my god,” Drew was the first to comment as we approached Mitchell’s family’s condominium. “Your family must be loaded to have a condo so big that it sleeps twelve.”

“It’s actually my boyfriend’s family’s condo. Although Jordan never got to join them bursa eskort when they’d take their spring break trips during high school since he always went along with me to support me at state.”

“You have a boyfriend and you’re here with us?” Lucas asked Mitchell.

“Yeah,” Mitchell said simply.

“How does that work?” Levi asked.

“We decided before we left for college that we’d be committed to each other through our college education, but could sleep with whomever we wanted.”

“How has that worked out?” our one hundred forty-one pound Alaskan, Demarcus Strong, asked. Nationals was the first time he attempted using the wromocode. He’d only just happened on to our group on SpreadIt at the beginning of the month. He told me when we met after session four that he wished we would have developed it two years prior.

“It’s worked out just fine,” Mitchell answered. “He’s the reason why we’re getting free accommodations tonight.”

“And you’re certain he knows what we’ll be doing while we’re here?” Demarcus continued to push.

“Yep,” Mitchell said as he pulled the van up to the front of what looked like a huge lodge.

We all disembarked the van and grabbed our bags before we headed for the front door. We entered a grand and richly decorated welcome area. “The common areas are shared and maintained by the owners of the four connected grand condominiums. You all are welcome to swim if you want.”

“Is there a hot tub in our condo?” Niccolo Mayo asked. He was the other newbie to the wromocode. Tonight was his maiden voyage just as it was for Demarcus. Niccolo was the one hundred fifty-four pound starter from West Virginia. He had amazing arms and a runway model’s face, hair and chest. The only thing that made him look like a wrestler was the cauliflower ear he earned on his left side.

I followed Niccolo into the condo. The reaction from each of us was the same. Our jaws were on the floor and our eyes wide open. The place was huge and just magnificent.

As we all made our way through our beautiful shared space we were all gobsmacked looking at the vaulted ceilings that were probably twenty feet high, at least. The theme of the living room, and probably the whole place, was unsurprisingly country western. It was filled with medium stained woods, red curtains and accent pillows on the giant u-shaped sectional that sat at least fifteen. A giant big screen TV was mounted high and to the side of a built-in fireplace. Of course a giant moose’s head was mounted on the wall above the modern kitchen. The place had two master bedrooms. Both of which had fireplaces. The bigger of the master bedroom had an extra long bathtub that all ten of us would have fit in if we all leaned on the chest of the one behind us.

“All right,” Mitchell said as he walked into the kitchen where three boxes sat on the breakfast nook. “Everyone gather around so I can pass out the supplies.”

“Supplies?” I asked. “You didn’t mention anything about supplies?”

“Jordan wanted to make sure we were all comfortable,” Mitchell said as he ripped open the second largest box. “Yep. Just what I thought. Douches for all.”

“What?” one of the guys dragged out.

“He didn’t think you’d have room in your bags to bring yours from home. There’s one for each. We can take turns cleaning ourselves out. I mean, there are four bathrooms. It won’t take any time at all.”

“What’s in the other boxes?” Colton asked.

Mitchell ripped open another. “Tiny bottles of lube, which means the next two are surprises for everyone. Pierce, görükle escort you open one of the last two. Drew as the other originator of the wromocode, you get to open the last one.”

I opened the box Mitchell pushed in front of me and had a big smile on my face when I pulled a pair of fluorescent green boxer briefs with wromocode stitched into the waistband. “These are amazing! Multiple sizes. I’m sure everyone will find a pair that fits.”

“I’m next,” Drew said. He opened his box and pulled out a little green hand towel. “Look guys. Wromocode is printed along the bottom!”

“Those are cum rags!” Jeff yelled.

“Fitting,” Lucas said with a smile on his face.

“And very generous,” Levi followed up.

“The last box is beach towels. These stay here and for us to sit on when we’re on one of the beds. Jordan didn’t know if we’d have enough towels and wanted us to have plenty of clean towels to bathe with after or tomorrow or whenever.”

“Okay. Now we pick rooms and beds. Our two national champions get first dibs. Congratulations once again to you both. Drew, you had the best point spread so I assume you’ll take the largest master bedroom.”

“You know I will. Levi, Lucas and I will all see you in the morning,” he said as he wagged his finger at them. We all watched as each got their douche, lube, towels and undies and all walked back to the master suite.

“Are they coming back out?” one of the guys asked.

“They’re kind of a thing now,” Jeff said with a look on his face that made me think he was trying not to feel left out or abandoned. Niccolo walked up to him and gave his big tricep a squeeze before he leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I’d have a thing with you if we lived closer together.”

“Little Rock isn’t that far away,” Jeff said as he looked him in the eye.

“From Huntington?” Niccolo asked.

“What state is that in?”

“West Virginia.”

“Nope. Not that far at all,” Jeff said with a smile.

“Okay,” Mitchell said. “Three guys can go douche now if they want in the other three bathrooms. This won’t take very long. Double up if you really want to, but I’m going in by myself. I’m sure the rest of you can find something to pass the time with. Make yourself comfortable. The fridge is fully stocked. There’s beer and wine in there, too. Jordan told us to help ourselves to whatever we wanted. The only thing he asked is that the moose stay mounted above the kitchen.” Everyone laughed of course.

Mitchell walked over to me as Hatfield, Niccolo and Demarcus grabbed their supplies and headed into the bathroom. “Thanks so much for arranging all this,” I said to him before he leaned down to kiss me.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Mitchell said to me.

“What about me?” Colton said as he joined us.

“I barely recognized you with a shirt on,” Mitchell smiled at him.

“I can fix that,” Colton said as he peeled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor.

“Now the party has started!” Niccolo yelled before he copied Colton and shed his own shirt.

I had to hold back the temptation of nabbing their t-shirt’s and stuffing them in my gym bag to enjoy sometime in the future. Instead, I shed my own shirt. I mean, Jeff’s shirt. Seconds later, everyone was half naked.

“I’m going to get a fire going in the fireplace so we don’t catch our death in here,” Mitchell said as he stepped back.

“How nice will it be to have naked fun in front of the fireplace?” I asked Jeff.

“I’ll wrestle you for the top position.”

“I bursa escort bayan think we’ve already established that,” I smiled as I took in his hotness and tried to catch the scent of his familiar pheromones.

“How does it feel to be the national champ?” Mitchell asked.

“It feels awesome. I can’t wait for my reward,” Colton replied as he stepped forward and touched my cheek with a couple of fingers as he looked me in the eye. He quickly put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. “I would have loved to have done that while we were halfway through our first period.”

That was when we were bent at the waist, facing each other and moving in a circle. That’s when I recognized that he wasn’t concentrating on the last minute and a half in the period. I don’t know where his mind was, but I took my shot and took him down for two. “You mean before I scored two on you?”

He chuckled and slipped two fingers into the waistband of my sweats. “Can I see what you packed for the trip?”

“Shouldn’t I blow you first? You won.”

“I get first choice of what I do to you and I want to be the first to see Mitchell’s fire reflecting off your chest when I look up from in between your legs,” Colton said as he took my hand and led me to the corner seat of the couch.

Mitchell struck the first match as Colton pulled my sweats down and pushed me onto the leather couch. “I knew you were a shower,” he said.

“Wait ’til it gets harder,” I said as he took me into his mouth.

Mitchell stood up and looked at us after the fire was going strong. “Can I join you?” he asked as he turned and looked at us. He was so much taller than I am. His chest wasn’t as big as mine, but it looked perfect with this tapered waistline.

By the time he joined us, I saw Hatfield, Niccolo and Demarcus emerge all cleaned out from their respective bathrooms. Jeff walked over to grab his doucher. Seeing that Colton and Mitchell were keeping me busy, he looked like he didn’t quite know what to do next. A moment later, he headed towards a bathroom with lube and a douche in hand.

Colton gave an amazing blowjob. He certainly had had a bit of practice in his life. Kneeling close by, Mitchell was enjoying kissing my chest, licking my nipples and trying to do what he could to clean my right armpit. He moved to lay on his side on the main part of the couch that ran parallel with the fireplace. I could see his familiar erection in his shorts and really wanted to help him out of his sweats. Colton was certainly keeping me seated, though.

Demarcus approached us and seemed to read my mind. He grabbed for Mitchell’s waistline. Mitchell released his lips from my nipple and lifted his tight ass off the couch so Demarcus could slip his sweats off. He knelt in front of Mitchell, grabbed his piece, licked his thick lips and let them slide to the base of Mitchell’s manhood.

With Mitchell otherwise distracted, I could put my full attention on the magic that Colton was performing on my nether region. I hadn’t paid much attention to his faded haircut until I tried to grab his too short hair on the back of his head. With nothing to grab, I simply pushed a little and lifted my hips up to really hit the back of his throat. He took it like a champ, too.

“I didn’t know you could take that much,” Mitchell said to Colton.

I hadn’t been paying attention to Mitchell’s attention.

“I’ve got several tricks up my sleeve,” Colton said after he lifted his head and let my cock slip over his lips.

“It’s too hot for that overstuffed coat you were wearing in Kansas City.”

“It’s plenty warm in here isn’t it?” Colton said.

“Are you guys going to go clean yourselves out?” Jeff said when he walked back into the living room. “All three restrooms are available.”

“Let’s get to it,” Mitchell said.

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**Author’s Note: I apologize for the first part of this being in the wrong category. I tried to fix it, but it’s stuck there, so I’ll have to leave it, but I do understand that it doesn’t belong in the Incest/Taboo category, so thank you all for your feedback. The second part does actually have incest in it, so. Feedback is always appreciated, thanks everyone so much for your kind words and encouragements.

For anyone who needs a refresher, the last one ended with Sadie and her father’s friend Martin being caught by her daddy.**

*****

Martin scrambled to get out and off of Sadie, grabbing his pants and pulling them up quickly, his eyes never leaving his partner’s face. “George, it’s not -“

Sadie’s father held up his hand and Martin stopped mid speech. “I hope you weren’t about to follow that up with ‘what it looks like,’ Martin, because I doubt you really want to insult my intelligence on top of the insult to my family.”

Sadie had been searching for her dress and had managed to get it on so she could face her father with at least a modicum of dignity. “Daddy, please,” she pleaded sweetly. “Mr. Scott-“

“Shut up!” her father ordered at her, his gaze finally leaving his partner and former friend to glare at her. “I will deal with you in a second. Until then, I want you to sit on that bed and keep your mouth closed.”

Sadie crossed her arms over her chest indignantly, but did as her father had demanded and sat down. Satisfied with her obedience, he turned to look at Martin Scott, who was struggling to get his jacket back on after buttoning up his shirt incorrectly. Martin looked right back at the dark haired man, trying to decide if he was going to try and come at him physically. George could do it, he was fit enough – strong shoulders, muscled arms, sleek, toned stomach.

Martin and he had been friends ever since Martin had started his work as his father’s paralegal while studying law, his father being the first Scott of Blanche and Scott. George Asher had gotten the job a few months before. He and the new paralegal got close as friends – Martin was there for Sadie’s birth, as George had been there for Martin’s daughter’s birth, and the rest of his children. They went to football games together, they worked out together, they drank together. The feeling of utter betrayal and rage that George was dealing with made him even angrier; he didn’t like losing control, and he was going to if he had to look at this man any longer.

“Just go,” George declared softly, although his words were no less menacing than if he had yelled them. “I don’t want to see your face in this house again.”

“George -” Martin started, but stopped as he saw the murderous fury in his partner’s eyes. He decided to let him cool off and would try to talk to him another day about it. He exited the guest bedroom quickly, closing the door after him because he was sure Sadie was about to get a loud lecture, and he was glad his wife wasn’t there for him to have to collect. No excuse to explain why they were leaving the party so early.

George turned to his daughter. His only child. His precious little girl. He frowned at her outfit, realizing how provocative it was now. He could still see her nipples poking through her dress, too – wasn’t she wearing a bra? Maybe she wasn’t quite his precious little girl anymore.

“What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” he asked harshly, hating that she made him look at her like a woman now, instead of his sweet, innocent daughter.

Sadie glared at her father. She hated when he called her young lady, and he knew it. She was an adult now, almost 21 years old, and she could have a sex life if she wanted. “What’s the big deal?” she asked petulantly. “He’s an adult, I’m an adult – it was all consensual.”

Her father almost exploded at her. “You’re not an adult; you’re still a child if you think there’s nothing wrong with having sex with a married man,” he snapped at her. “And he’s still twice your age – he has a daughter that’s almost your age, for god’s sake.”

“It didn’t seem to bother him any,” Sadie shot back, shrugging nonchalantly. “And his wife is a dried up old hag – which were your exact words, if you recall.”

Was there anything worse than your own words being thrown back in your face during an argument? At the moment, George Asher could think of nothing that could top it. “That’s beside the point. He’s almost as old as me, Sadie – don’t you see anything wrong with that?”

Sadie stood up abruptly, her arms being flung down to her sides in an angry move. “No, daddy – I don’t see what’s wrong with that. Older men are sexy. They know how to fuck a woman right.”

George sputtered. “Do not use that language under my roof, Escort bayan young lady! And how can you say that? That’s like saying you think I’m sexy.”

Sadie laughed. “Daddy, I do – I do think you’re sexy.” She took a step towards him. “And I’m not the only one. My friends are always ogling you, you can’t tell me you don’t notice. When I would have sleepovers, it was all the girls could do not to cream their panties when you walked up from the basement gym in your sweaty workout clothes. And I was one of them.”

George shook his head. “Don’t say that, Sadie – you can’t think those things about me. You can’t say that about me. I’m your father.”

Sadie sidled another step closer. “I know that, Daddy – but I can’t help it. I’ve felt that way about you for so long. Did you ever think about it? When I started parading around in my little nightgowns, my short shorts, my sports bras? Did you ever think about what it’d be like to just bend me over the counter, pull my panties to the side, and slide your hard cock into my tight, wet pussy?” She took yet another step closer, and she was now right in front of him. “Because I did. I imagined so many different ways you could fuck me, I can name a few right now, if you’d like.”

“No,” George refused. “I don’t. I want you to stop acting like a slut and hitting on your own father just to distract me from your sleeping with one of my best and oldest friends.”

“If that were true, Daddy, why are my nipples still hard?” Sadie asked. “If I were just trying to distract you and not actually turned on by talking about wanting your cock inside my cunt, why would my cunt feel so wet now?”

Her father’s eyes narrowed. “Your slut hole is probably still wet because my friend just came in it less than 5 minutes ago!” he hollered.

Well, that was probably true, Sadie thought. But she could see the fire in her father’s eyes – and she caught the quick look he sneaked at her aforementioned hard nipples. She advanced on him, watching as his eyes widened and he took steps back until he found himself against the closed door, and she was pressed up against him.

“You think I’m a slut, Daddy?” she questioned sweetly, rubbing her nipples against his chest in the same manner she had done to Mr. Scott just a few minutes before. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

She dropped to her knees after that statement and started to unbuckle her father’s belt, satisfied to see that though he may protest, his cock was hard as stone.

Her father grabbed her hands. “What the fuck, Sadie?” She giggled. Her father rarely cursed in front of her. He must be really flustered to do so. “Get up from there. You’re not doing this. I don’t want you to do this.”

She managed to free one of her hands and cupped his erection through his pants. “This says otherwise, Daddy.”

“My dick doesn’t rule my brain, Sadie, though it may seem otherwise sometimes,” her father responded ruefully.

“What’s the harm, Daddy?” Sadie begged. She was desperate to taste his cock, to feel it fill her mouth, to suck on it and make Daddy feel so good like she knew she could. Because Daddy wasn’t wrong; she was a slut. And she was a good slut, one who knew how to make guys feel good. “I want this, and I know you do. We’re both adults, we can make our own decisions, and we don’t have to tell anyone… So what’s the harm?”

George grabbed at his daughter’s hand again, as it had been rubbing up and down on his crotch, destroying his ability to think. “Sadie, no…” But she could tell he was weakening. She pulled both of her hands free, finished unbuckling his belt, opened his pants, and fished out his hard cock.

She knew it’d be big; she’d caught what glimpses she could of him as he got out of the shower a few times. Up close and personal, though, it might have been the most glorious cock she’d ever seen. Thick, long, meaty, and so red, like it was in such pain not being in her mouth. She had to put it out of of its misery. She held it in one hand and placed her mouth at the tip, sucking it in and licking around it, poking her tongue into the hole at the tip. She was rewarded with a little drip of precum that she licked up immediately, moaning at how good he tasted.

“Sadie, stop,” her father pleaded, knowing he didn’t have the will to stop her now that she was surrounding his cock with her wet, hot mouth, as she took more in, as deep as she could. It had just been too long for him. With a daughter to raise and a divorced wife, and a promotion he had wanted since he was 45, he didn’t have much time for dating or casual sex.

But he was lying to himself if he didn’t think that part of why it felt so good and seemed so hot was because it was his daughter Bayan escort – his precious baby. Jesus, when had she gotten so hot? His next question was immediately after she managed to take him all the way back into her throat, gagging, but still making it, was FUCK when had she gotten so good at sucking dick?

She bobbed back and forth on his cock a bit, then removed her mouth to lick and suck at his balls, bringing one into her mouth and lavishing it with her tongue, then giving the same treatment to the other. She felt them draw up in her mouth and made a decision right then and there – she wanted her daddy to cum in her mouth. She wanted him to fuck her, too, but her first priority was to feel her father go off in her mouth, to drink his cum down, to taste him.

She went back to the head of his cock with that intention and worked him over, licking all over his cock, sucking him back into her mouth and down her throat again and again. Cupping his balls and gently massaging them until her father had to lean against the door for support. His hands, she noticed, had made their way to her hair, where they were entangled and urging her on, faster and faster, until she heard him groan throatily and his cum flooded her mouth. His salty, sweet cum that she could gorge herself on, she felt. She moaned as she kept getting more and more in her mouth, releasing his throbbing balls to slide her hand down to slip under her dress and rub her wetter than ever pussy. She still felt Martin’s cum in her cunt, and knew there’d be a spot on the floor under her where some of it had dripped out, and she shuddered, loving the thought of being such a slut that she had one man’s cum in her cunt and her father’s cum in her mouth.

His cock stopped jerking in her mouth, and Sadie pulled her mouth off, licking it clean as she went. She looked up at her daddy, ran her tongue around her lips, and whispered “More.”

Similar to Martin Scott, her father exploded into action at her provocation. He pulled her up, backed her up to the bed that she had been fucked on recently, tore her dress off, turned her around, and bent her over. He ran his hands over her ass, that was still red from Mr. Scott’s spanking, and he started raining down smacks on her tender cheeks.

“I see you’ve already been punished for being a slut,” he said as he continued slapping her ass, “but obviously it didn’t take. Because only sluts suck their daddy’s cocks and swallow their loads. Only sluts parade around their fathers in shorts so small you can see the bottom of their ass cheeks. And you’ve done all that and more, haven’t you, baby?”

Sadie could do no more than nod, while she moaned as her ass got punished. It was that beautiful edge of pleasure and pain that she loved to toy with, and her daddy seemed to know she liked to jump rope with it.

“You have, haven’t you? The evidence is leaking out of your pussy right now, you whore.” As he said this, he stopped spanking her and scooped up some of his friend’s cum and moved to hold it in front of her face. Sadie licked her lips as she looked her daddy in his eyes, moved her mouth to his hand, and sucked his cum-soaked fingers into her mouth, to lick them clean. Daddy let her finish them off before he pulled his hand out and started smacking her cheeks again.

Her ass was going to be so sore tomorrow. But it was worth it, Sadie knew. The indescribable pleasure today was worth a little pain tomorrow.

George started slowing his smacks down until he stopped all together. He slid her thong down her legs, and then his hands were suddenly absent. Sadie was about to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing, but she felt his hand at her cunt again. He slid one finger into her cum-soaked hole and scooped more cum onto it. She thought he was going to bring it back to her to suck off, which she’d have loved, but instead, what he did was more shocking. He slid his finger out of her pussy, slid it up behind her until it reached her asshole. He started smoothing the cum around her tiny rosebud and she lifted her head.

“Daddy, please – I’ve never had anything in my ass before… Please, don’t,” she pleaded sweetly, using her voice that she knew would get her whatever she wanted. “Just fuck my cunt. I promise it’s still tight for you, Daddy, I promise you’ll like it.”

Her father, who had been watching his finger ease all the cum around her anus, started to poke his finger into the small hole. He lifted his gaze to hers and stated clearly “If you think I’m fucking your used cunt while my best friend’s cum is still in there, you’re sorely mistaken, my little slut.” On the last word, he forced his finger inside her asshole and Sadie screamed, feeling the pain, feeling escort the pleasure, feeling the shock that she fucking loved all of it.

With his free hand, her dad scooped more cum and cunt juice out of Sadie and started to work in a second finger with it, stretching her ass, as Sadie clenched her teeth and groaned through them; it fucking hurt, but it felt so goddamn good at the same time. She couldn’t explain it. But she wanted her father’s cock in her ass.

He pulled his fingers out of her ass, reached over her, rubbing his cock that thankfully was rock hard again against her ass and pussy; he grabbed the lotion that was conveniently on the bed stand and squirted some into his hand, before rubbing it all over his cock. He squirted more into her asshole, and the cold in her ass registered and made her nipples pebble even harder.

Her daddy spread her cheeks and pressed his cock against her tiny asshole and eased himself in, so slowly because that’s the only speed he could go. A long moan could be heard from his daughter as he slowly, painstakingly, inched his way in. When he had about half his dick in, Sadie cried “How much more, Daddy? It hurts.”

“Just a little bit more, baby,” George assured his daughter, somewhat lying. Half was probably a bit more than that, but he was going to get it in the whole way no matter what, so what if he made her feel better along the way by lying? He grabbed one of her hands that had been clenching the sheets beside her head and eased it down to her cunt. “Rub your clit, baby, I bet that’ll make it feel better.”

Sadie did as she was told, and started frigging her clit furiously, and it relaxed her asshole enough that her father slipped in the rest of the way. When his cock was fully embedded in her ass, he groaned, long and low and loud, and Sadie stopped rubbing her clit – she just wanted to feel his cock in her ass. Feel it stretch her abused, virgin-no-more asshole – and fuck, did she feel it. It was all she could feel.

He slowly slid it out, and Sadie was shocked at the loss of feeling and how badly she wanted it back. She didn’t have to wait for long, he pushed himself back into her ass with more force this time and she screamed again, more pleasure than pain this time. “Oh, fuck, daddy,” she moaned as he slid out again and fucked back in, picking up the pace.

“I knew you’d like it, you little slut,” her daddy panted as he started to really fuck her asshole. He was thrusting, hard and fast, and the feeling of her little tight asshole around his cock was the best pleasure he can honestly say he’d ever felt. “I knew you would because sluts love getting their ass pounded, and you’re a slut, aren’t you. Say it, baby. Tell me what you are.” As he demanded she do this, he slid two fingers inside her dripping cunt and she fucking couldn’t handle it.

“I’m a slut, Daddy,” she moaned, “I’m a huge fucking slut. I’m your slut. I need to cum, Daddy, please, please let your slut cum.”

With his free hand, George smacked one of his daughter’s ass cheeks, then the other, and continued to smack them while he said “No, whore. Sluts don’t get to ask to cum, they cum when they’re told.”

Sadie was practically crying with the need to explode. She knew arguing wouldn’t get her anywhere, but she couldn’t help it. “Please, Daddy,” she begged. “Please, please, please,” she chanted please along with his thrusts, and his smacks sped up, too.

But her father continued to pound her asshole and finger her cunt, without saying those magic words that Sadie was begging to hear. It didn’t matter soon enough, though, because Sadie could feel it coming. She knew she’d explode soon if her father kept up his pace.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, slut,” her father warned, stopping his smacks and pulling his fingers out of her cunt. “Don’t you fucking cum. You’ll get punished if you do, baby. And I’m not talking about just the spankings that you can’t get enough of.” He grabbed her hips and slammed into her ass even harder, if that was at all possible.

“Dadddddddy,” Sadie screamed, “I’m sorrrrrrry,” as her explosion started just from her daddy fucking her asshole. Her orgasmic shudders clenched her ass around her dad’s cock even tighter, and soon George gave up the fight not to cum and emptied his balls into her ass, filling it with his jizz. He kept thrusting until his cock stopped spurting and then pulled out. He smacked her ass and then turned her over so he could look her in the eyes.

“You came before I told you to, baby,” he said as he leaned over and licked at her nipples, one at a time.

Sadie was still breathing heavily. She gasped out, “I know, Daddy, I’m so sorry – I tried to stop, I did, but -“

“But you’re just a slut who can’t help herself,” her father finished for her. “It’s okay, baby, but like I said, you will get punished.”

Sadie looked a little afraid. “How will you punish me?”

George smiled grimly. “You’ll just have to wait and see, my slut. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

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The night had hung her head as low as it could droop. The day was even fluttering her eyes, thinking about rising, but it was winter time, and she only came out for a few hours on these short days. I was yawning and laughing slowly but my thoughts were far from sleep. My ass was nestled into the lap of my lover, Melanie, and her arms were around my waist. When the others were not watching, she would grab my breasts, causing me to squirm my shoulder blades against her full breasts and wiggle my ass over her crotch. Three of the regulars were staying late and playing poker and we were supposed to stay up until the last one left, as long as they were still drinking whisky and paying for it. It seemed like their pockets were bottomless that night. Usually, I would have been happy to stay up, because we filled our glasses every time they filled theirs. But Melanie and I had made love for the first time only two weeks ago and every moment since, my mouth wetted for the taste of her cunt.

I had seen Melanie, with the rest of the girls, the first time she entered the house. She did not look like a lady at all. Dressed straight from the mines of Alaska in leather breeches, a thick buffalo coat and a man’s cowboy hat; she did not look like a Seattle city prostitute. Some of the girls giggled at her outfit when she walked in the foyer but I stared at her, in what I thought at the time was only awe. After asking to be introduced to our madame, Sherri, Melanie walked around the room, looking each one of us up and down, like the first impression was the only thought she would take of each one of us, her cowboy boots clicking on the wooden floors. I looked straight ahead with my smoky eyes as she neared me, determined to make eye contact. She seemed like an animal-woman, prowling around to intimidate. The other girls might cower, but I would stare down this predator. Her boot hills clicked closer to me. My gaze hung limply with indifference as she approached. When I could tell that she was staring into my face, I looked up slowly.

I sucked in a small gasp of air, still trying to play it cool but unable to hide my surprise. She had the greenest eyes, the color of river stones, her skin was dark but glowing, like the sun. Her blond hair was the color of my own. She was beautiful, strong, like a lioness. Beauty and power radiated from my eyes. She saw my surprise, and turned away after looking me over, grunting, “Hmmph.”

She marched into our brothel, just like that, looked over each of us ladies and then asked our madame, Sherrie, to give her a job. And she got one, after promising to buy herself a dress with her first wages. After the first week the men asked for her more than any one of us.

We all had reason not to like her – she looked different than us, was loud and demanding, and yet the men liked her better. And because the men liked her best, Sherri favored her too, kicked Isabelle out and gave the second nicest room to Melanie. I would have said that I did not like her either, but I noticed that I could not keep from staring at her. And when she felt me staring at her, I felt myself smile at her. She always responded by leaning her head in sort of a nod, letting a little breath out of her nostrils. Eventually, I began to see the corners of her mouth turn up when she looked me over and I felt my cunt wet with pleasure when she did.

As long as I had worked at the brothel, after work we girls finished off whatever alcohol might Escort bayan be left around and played the same game. After all the men had left, we hoisted up our skirts. The woman that had made the most money and consequently would have the most come in her cunt would choose first, pointing to the woman she wanted to lick her cunt.

Melanie watched what we were doing from the time she came to the brothel, but she kept her distance. None of the other women seemed to want her to join in. Melanie made it easy on herself by drinking alone and retiring to her bedroom as soon as her work was done. But one night, Melanie had not been there too long, a month maybe; she still carried the air of mystery that left most of us scared of her. Melanie came into the foyer just as we were about to start our game.

“You,” she said to me. The door behind her was still open. The other women stared. The room paused, waiting to see what I would do.

I shrugged my shoulders. I walked over to her and began to lift the hem of her dress. Any of the other girls would have already had it above her knees. We did not suck long, just gave it a few good licks, usually, brought our faces up for the crowd to see wet with men’s come.

But when I brought my hand to Melanie’s dress she moved it. “Not here,” she said. She took my hand and led me to her room across the hallway.

Her action left me without words. We always licked each other in the foyer, never privately, in one of the bedrooms. I could do nothing but follow. I heard the other women’s voices and giggles trailing from the main room.

Melanie shut the door behind me and unbuttoned my dress from the front. Her fingers did not fumble with the holes, but slipped out easily, with swift movements, as if the buttons had just been waiting to be set free. She pressed her mouth on mine and her heat filled the back of my throat, she flicked her tongue on my tongue. My jaw slacked a little to moan, but as it did, my cunt, wet with my thrill and the come of the various men I had had that night, filled with three of her fingers and I let the air ring out with a pleased, “Mmm.” I caught myself, heard my own voice. I must have looked scared for the other girls to hear us, because Melanie said, “Aww fuck them. You are with me.” She pulled me close to her and bit my neck. She began to take her dress off, and I did the same with mine. She was larger than me in just about every way – taller, broader, thicker, with huge swollen breasts. Her body was firmer; mine was soft. Her touches were graceful and languid. Her kisses and bites seemed to pull all my desire to the tips of my flesh, and when I felt I could not stand it anymore, she pulled just a little more. She wiggled her fingers inside me, back and forth, then used her whole arm to pump me with pleasure. I felt my body panting with fever for her. I rolled her nipples around in my mouth, bit the flesh of her breasts, her neck, her belly. With a shock, she pulled her fingers from my cunt. I looked at her wildly.

She spread her legs on the bed and said, “I thought the game was, you were supposed to lick me clean.

The red folds of her cunt oozed white cum and I dove, nose-first into her plush pink wetness. She sparked my mouth and puckered it with want for her tastes – lemon, salt, butter, and the smell of a grass. I slid my mouth up and down, sucking hard. She pushed my head back just so slightly. “With just your tongue.” Bayan escort I brought my head back. Using two fingers, she pulled back the lips to her cunt and exposed a tiny, pink pea. I dove my head towards where she wanted me to lick. She placed her palm on my head and said, “Delicately.” I flicked my tongue back and forth on this spot and she moaned. I touched just my lips and inhaled ever so slightly. She yelped, a series of staccato, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” as my tounge flicked her clitoris. Each call, each shiver of her body sent whips of pleasure to my body. I hungrily fed on her, taking all of her pleasure into me.

“Here, baby,” she said, pulling me off the floor and onto the bed where she was.

I want to lick you too. I spread my legs, but she said, “No get on top. We’ll do it at the same time.”

I straddled her face with my thighs and bent my head into her cunt. I raised it with a moan of pleasure before I even touched her folds with my tongue.

“Mmm hmm,” she said, “It is hard to focus while I am sucking you, isn’t it? You like me licking you don’t you? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers? I love to fuck you. Yes I will fuck you and lick you. I will devour you, and you will like it.”

Her red pussy pulsed in front of my face like a ripened fruit. I stuck my fingers in her fleshy ass and pulled her tastes into mine. I began thrusting my tongue back and forth, fucking her with my tongue. She moaned. I stuck two fingers in and fucked her with my fingers while I licked her with my tongue. Fingers and tongue were competing, her ass reached up to my face and I sucked harder.

She sucked my lip in between her teeth and held it with pressure.

“Oh Melanie,” I moaned, not caring at all who heard me.

“Fuck me, baby,” she said. “Fuck me like I paid for you.”

She rolled me off of her and lay flat on her belly. “I want you to lick my asshole,” she said.

My body felt like it hung suspended by strings, each pull tugging me to want and the next string filling that need. I was hers. I had never felt the wetness of a woman so intense on my face, and I loved her. I wanted her, all of her. I licked her asshole like it was her cunt, dancing around it, first with my tongue, tingling the nerve-laden flesh with the tip of my tongue then thrusting into her asshole, wiggling just the tip of my tongue around. My fingers found her cunt and thrust back and forth as I tempted her asshole with my tongue. She brought her ass further to my face. I took it in my hands and sucked and ate her asshole with all of my hunger for her.

We ate each other from behind, fucked each other with our fingers from the front, we took our pleasure one at a time, and then together. We fucked slowly, sensually. We fucked hard and fast and called like animals. I moaned, bit, screamed, begged, came again and again from every position, every angle I had ever tried a few that just had never been possible with a man. By the time the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was time to get up and go back to work, she and I had touched every part of the other’s body with some part of ours.

“Dear god,” I said. “What are the other girl’s going to think?” We played our parlor games, but we never paired up and we never, made love, kissed and held each other.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “You’re with me.”

I smiled, knowing that I was. It was difficult to get up from her escort arms and go to the men.

“I am not into those games,” she told me before I left her room that afternoon. “But I like you. I don’t care what you do out there, but I want you here, afterwards.”

Every night I spent with her. I went to the parlor and the other girls and I licked. It lasted a few moments, nothing like the pleasure Melanie gave me. Sometimes she stood at the doorway with it open and watched. And then I would join her in her bedroom. Pretty soon I stopped going to the parlor at all and just went straight to the bedroom. We rarely said a word at all until we had both exhausted each other and were halfway asleep.

So when the men stayed late to play cards this night, I found it difficult not to show my irritation. I had been wanting from the moment I awakened to lose myself between her thighs, and these men just kept playing cards.

I yawned loudly, and Melanie pulled me tighter to her. It was a warning tug for me to be polite to the men. She understood business. She understood that if she and I were to be able to keep carrying on like we wanted, we had to make good business for Sherri. I wiggled my ass on Melanie’s lap.

We all looked up, somewhat startled to hear a knock on the door. A slender man with a worn-out bowler came through the door. I almost screamed with frustration. It was my turn to take anyone new that came in the brothel.

He took his hat off. The tall stranger had a full head of black hair, a thick black moustache and twinkling eyes. I straightened up a little in Melanie’s lap.

“Who is working now?” he asked.

“I am,” I said. Melanie did not like how quickly I answered and gave my side a playful pinch.

“You like how he looks, don’t you?” she whispered in my ear.

“She is working tonight,” Melanie said. “But she is working with me. You have to pay for both of us. But you only get to fuck her.”

The other women looked at each other, as did the men playing cards. We had never done this before.

The stranger looked over both of us said, “Okay.”

I followed Melanie up the steps to her room and the dark haired man followed me. Melanie undressed first and I followed her. Even the stranger seemed to be following her lead. She lay down flat on the bed, her breasts facing up, “Come here, baby,” she said to me. I laid on top of her and she began kissing up my mouth. She bent my hips away from her and pointed the stranger behind me. I held my ass tightly and I felt the man guide his dick to my cunt with his hand. I arched my back as entered me. I did not know whether or not give hint of the good feeling, thinking it might hurt Melanie’s feelings.

“Look at me,” Melanie said. She guided my head to her right breast and I sucked as the man thrusted in and me. “Baby, I like holding you while you are fucked. I like him fucking you. You are mine. You are ripe. You are mine.”

I slipped my fingers in her cunt and let the motion of him fucking me fuck Melanie too. She and I looked right into each other’s eyes, like we were both being fucked by this man. She bit my lower lip and sucked my mouth into hers. The heat of the three of us all being together, the darkness of the room, the smell of her and the feeling of his cock inside me made me let out a satisfied moan. The man quivered and came and Melanie did the same, the man cuming inside me, Melanie releasing her wet orgasms on my fingers.

The stranger was finished, tired like we were and already putting on his pants. “Thanks,” he said, “That was good.”

“I am going to lick your cum out of her cunt,” she said to the man as he was leaving the room.

“Now,” she said to me.

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Chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas…

Sharon rolled to her left… or tried to roll; the heavy blanket kept her from moving very much. She smiled, enjoying the warm bed, and the full, heavy pillow. She settled back, reveling in that semi-lucid lucky time when you can control your dreams, if only for a moment. What was it that Lisa had called it… becoming one with the blankets.

The sleepy housewife giggled at that memory, from the last time she had been able to sleep in, after enjoying a prolonged lesbian threesome with Kelly and the shapely blonde ZB Sister who had started working with them at Go’s. It had started their first day back after the eventful Christmas vacation.

They had not been back a day from Christmas break when Dave had sauntered in during the first of ‘Fallen Angels’ practice sessions before the lunch crowd began to trickle in. He had a pretty, still shy younger woman in tow. The pair had paused to watch Sharon and Kelly before visiting with Go. Sharon had been sure she could hear her fellow ZB Bitch’s cries of pleasure before they came out and Go had explained that they wanted to add Lisa to she and Kelly’s duo. Kelly had immediately pointed out that they were doing pretty well as a pair. Dave had answered that there weren’t many trios working that he knew of. And Go had agreed, adding that having three women would allow them all more ‘flexibility.’ Sharon had wondered what that meant, but the men’s tone had left no doubt the ladies were not being asked for their opinions or given a vote.

So Lisa had started to work with them. Fortunately, though shy, she was a ZB Bitch; she had done enough dancing someplace that she fit in faster than Sharon or Kelly had expected. And the men had been right… Having a girl on each pole with a third working the rail, not to mention having all three pawing at one another had really driven the men wild; they had made Friday night money on Monday night when they did their first set as a trio. Even though Lisa was still obviously less experienced, there had been no complaints; only the dancers seemed to know that their routines had not been perfect.

Having the extra body had also made Sharon’s shifts in the champagne room a little less frantic. Go’s decision had been that she and Kelly would do a set, she and Lisa did a set, and Kelly and Lisa did a set, as well as one or two sets of all three working it for the crowd.

As she was cleaning up after ‘entertaining’ her fifth fan of the night on Tuesday night, Sharon had begun to agree with something she had heard Go say to Dave earlier that night when the men had not known she was nearby: she might need to go back on the testosterone cream. Dave had snorted, asking if Go had enjoyed having her being one cross word from hulking out into a raging bitch, and the big club owner had chuckled, assuring Dave that he had seen bigger prima donnas with less upside.

Go had continued, telling Dave the more dominant ‘Sharon on T’ had been a better draw than the ‘new year’s Sharon’ on stage. They had moved out of her hearing at that point, but Sharon wished Dave would listen to Go. She wanted it, though, for a different reason; the trapped white housewife had been more able to dominate the men who were enjoying her when she had been using the cream. That meant they had gotten off faster, and she had spent less time with her legs spread, cheating on Chris. Not to mention that she had orgasmed like a wild woman fucking on the cream.

Such thoughts brought a ready flush of pleasure between Sharon’s legs, and she absently fingered herself, or thought she did, anyway… maybe she was just masturbating in her dreams, she thought with a broader smile. It was a good thing she was so easily excited, she knew…

From the morning of their first day back, the third day of the new year, Sharon’s life had been a blur. Before Dave’s appearance the first morning at practice, Go had angrily pushed them, complaining that clearly they had not been ‘working on shit’ while they were ‘visiting home.’ He had insisted they do a set at lunch, and she and Kelly had each done a solo set, which of course had turned into time in the blue room.

Sharon had been surprised that the first ‘guest’ had not been her usual admirer at all, but a foreigner with white skin so tanned it looked like leather. The man had been so gaunt Sharon had wondered if he had cancer or something, but he had been anything but frail. She had gasped in real surprise, impressed at the size of his cock, and at the fervor he had shown in using it, pounding into her on the cushion in missionary position until she had cum twice and had asked him in a panting breath if he wanted to try a different position, mostly so she could get a break. He had shrugged, backing out, and Sharon had used the opportunity to roll onto her stomach. The stranger with the clipped guttural accent had taken his cue, spearing into her from behind, fucking her doggy style to his climax a Escort bayan few minutes later.

By then she had remembered where she had heard the accent… several of the men visiting her apartment before Christmas break had spoken that way. What had one called it? Afrikaners. The skinny man had buttoned his pants– clearly not American clothing– and she had thanked him reflexively, trying to ignore the protest in muscles and joints as she had stood to escort him out of the room.

That’s when he had asked her if he wasn’t better than her kaffirs. Puzzled, Sharon had assured him he was great. It had not been what he wanted to hear, she could tell, the way his brows had moved close. That suddenly, though, Raoul had been beside them, asking the man if he was trying to make trouble. Smiling blandly, the man had held a hand up as a dismissive answer to Raoul’s question. Sharon was struggling to understand what had happened, including why the strange man had kept the condom he had been using. The gaunt older man had removed a battered wallet, stripping from a thick wad of foreign currency two bills before reaching into his pocket and adding a shiny gold coin, which he had set on Sharon’s dress where it had come to rest on the cushion sometime before. He had winked at the puzzled housewife, then let the big bouncer guide him out of the mostly empty champagne room.

Sharon had picked up the notes, red and orange paper much different than American dollars, the orange marked 200 with a Jaguar on one side and a familiar black face on the other, the red bill marked 50 with a lion on one side and with the same figure on the other. There were words at the edges of the bills, but in the dim light of the champagne room she had not been able to read them. The coin was heavy for it’s size, with an antelope of some sort on one side.

She had shrugged into her dress and padded to the changing room, but had only had time to put the strange money in her purse before Geoff had been in the doorway, calling her name and motioning for her to join him. It had been less of a surprise when her second ‘guest’ was an almost carbon copy of the first man. He had been less endowed, but had been more intent on pleasuring her, which was not the usual practice for men spending time with her at Go’s. Sharon had climaxed repeatedly before he had stiffened, filling his condom as she rode him cowgirl style on the broad cushions.

He had also been more profuse in his thanks, though the words had sounded odd with his clipped accent. Like the man Sharon had assumed was his friend, this admirer had kept his condom. Sharon had hugged his arm, leading him out and had thanked him honestly for being such an attentive lover. The man had blushed, obviously pleased at the compliment, and his flustered response had delighted Sharon, the mood broken only when he had paused at the exit, slipping her a single shiny gold coin. It had looked nearly identical to Sharon in the dim light, but was larger and was noticeably heavier. It had been a truly busy night for the by then dragging housewife. She had serviced ten men between her sets. Two had been ‘regulars’ she had come to enjoy fucking for knowing how to get them off and how to get them to tip her well. One had been a new soldier who had panted to her afterwards that his buddy had insisted he should wait and save his money to enjoy her, adding that she had been worth every penny. While wondering just how much she had cost the men, Sharon had hugged him, thanking him for making is so special for her, too. It always amazed her how much the men wanted to hear that… how easily they believed she meant it. And that because they believed her that they would be back to use her again.

The other five had been like the first pair… that clipped foreign accent. Sadly, all but the second seemed intent only on getting off with her by fucking into her as hard and fast as they could. And all had seemed to have some need to have her assure them they were better than the men who were usually between her legs. She had collected tips in the form of the unusual bills like the first, including another 200, two 100’s, which were green with a bull or a buffalo of some sort on them, and three more 50’s. And she had been gifted by each with another of the strange gold coins, three of the four the smaller coin, barely larger than a nickel. Go had personally shooed her out of the club at 2:30, warning her not to fall asleep yet, his not so subtle way of alerting Sharon that she would be servicing still more men.

Sharon had not had time to consider the men’s gifts, much less eat, because a lanky middle aged man with dyed black hair had followed her up the walk when she parked out front of her condo. He had been polite but insistent, and Sharon had not had to ask how he had learned about her, given that almost sexy clipped accent. He had elected to take her leaning over the back of the sofa in the front room as they watched a tape of her Bayan escort ‘performance’ during the award show from before Christmas break. It had been on a commercial grade disc that he had brought, asking her to sign it and then pose– naked, after they had completed the act– while holding for a photo with his cell phone.

He had been squarely in the ‘average’ equipment department, and while he had not been overly imaginative or intent on her pleasure he had slipped a callused hand around her hip, teasing her clit as he had fucked into her, which had been enough for Sharon to get off a minute or two before he had finished. He had declined the bathroom, buttoning up and then leaving after setting the increasingly familiar small gold colored coin and two of the 50 bills on the end table and thanking her for letting him ‘enjoy himself.’ so thoroughly.

She had ‘entertained’ four additional guests without real pause, once meeting her next suitor as she saw the last out, skin still slick with the heat of their coupling. Instead of being upset, the new man had simply nodded at the other, as if they had met that way before. Panting, wondering if she was done, after closing the door behind the fifth foreigner, Sharon had groaned upon seeing that it was nearly 5AM on Tuesday morning.

She had cleaned up and fixed a cup of easy Mac cheese and pasta, washing it down with a mimosa she had made from the orange juice and champagne ‘pop’ bottles that were nearly the only things in her fridge except for beer. Glancing out the window at the lightening sky, she had seen the early risers jogging along the tree lined street between her small place and the campus. Aware that she would soon be working again, Sharon had collapsed on the sofa after setting both the alarm clock by the bed and the alarm on her phone just in case. The phone was back in the front room, and after she had sat down, getting up to stagger back to the bed had been just too big an effort to attempt.

She had jerked awake at the blaring of both alarms just before nine on Tuesday morning. Sitting up, she had glanced out the open front window, absently wondering if that had been open the entire time she had been ‘entertaining’ the night before, Sharon saw several of the other people that she knew lived in the complex were headed toward the campus, backpacks slung over their shoulders.

Gasping in anxiety, Sharon grabbed the phone, calling the frat in a panic… She knew she had not enrolled, and it seemed as if classes had resumed, even though a little voice at the back of her head was chiding her that the new semester did not start until the twenty first. The voice on the other end had laughed, assuring her she had ‘been taken care of,’ and adding that he was looking forward to seeing her at the back to school party when school had started. The innuendo in his voice had been enough to spark arousal despite the aches pervading the housewife’s body after the extended performances she had put on the night before.

Tuesday had been a repetition of the day before… the girls spent the day at the club working on, then practicing ‘live’ their routines. Sharon had spent more time in the champagne room, servicing the seemingly unending string of foreigners and the odd regular guest through lunch and without pause until their first group set at eight that evening. That night she had serviced four regulars and three new local ‘fans’ before the end of her shift, as well as putting out for another six of her ‘overseas admirers’ as one of the other dancers termed them. Her purse had been noticeably heaver as she finally dragged herself out to the car after 3AM on Wednesday morning.

She had found a stack of books on her table when she went inside, never wondering how the ZB members had gotten them there. There had been a print out of her schedule, as well as the breakdown showing what class on what day. Before she could pore through the schedule, though, there had been a knock on the door.

The exhausted white housewife had been kept busy for another two hours servicing four additional ‘fans’ Go or Dave had sent to her condo. After the last, an older almost skeletal man, had left– the requisite coin shining where it had landed on the carpet after he had casually flipped it at her from the open door– Sharon had paused to scoop it up, resolving to learn about the coins the next day… or later that day, she scolded herself, blinking in diminishing interest and focus at the books and paperwork on the table. She had stared at the shiny coin in her hand, then at the door, reminding herself to lock up. She had blinked, aware she had been standing for some time without doing anything… and that she was supposed to be doing something… shower? Eat? Sleep. She had forgotten about the door as she staggered into her bedroom and flopped onto the tousled sheets, wondering how she had ever been able to handle so many men in twenty four hours… or for that matter, in a single escort night.

Lisa and Kelly had noticed Sharon was dragging during practice on Wednesday. The young blonde had offered Sharon a packet of Spark, laughing when Sharon had insisted she did not want any drugs. Both girls had explained it was like those five hour energy shots that the guys were taking. And Sharon had admitted to herself that it had kept her going through their practice that morning, after which the… activity that was continuing at an unheard of pace had been more than enough to keep her up and running.

Wednesday night, though, Dave had been in Go’s office when Sharon had arrived after their second set, responding to one of the new dancers saying ‘see the boss,’ when the new trio got back stage. There had been a young woman and an older man with them. Sharon had blinked in surprise when Dave had told her that the woman needed to collect some blood from the blonde housewife. Sharon had been horrified, wondering what was wrong, and how she had been exposed, since Shaun and Dave had assured her the frat was careful about that. Even so, she had been distracted by Go, whose glower had held her attention where the big club owner was sitting in his overstuffed desk chair. She had tried to get them to explain what was happening, but at a look from Dave, Sharon had settled into the corner seat of the sofa, letting the mousy woman position her arm. She had looked too young to be a nurse, Sharon had thought idly, but the young woman had been skilled; Sharon had barely felt the needle slip in. For a moment she had wondered if they might have something they could give her to help her make it through the night, but had quickly pushed such thoughts away; she was not going to become some junkie.

“This really fucks up my business,” Go had growled when the woman was done, having handed Sharon a cotton ball that she was to hold with her elbow bent for five minutes.

“You should’ve cleared it with Shaun and I first,” Dave had answered without any sympathy for the older man.

“I told you,” Go had countered, “I didn’t advertise… The damn Afrikaners just started showing up… I had guys asking for our pet housewife before Christmas… some weren’t very happy to find she was on vacation,” he arched an eyebrow and glared at Dave, who rolled his eyes. “And they won’t be happy that they don’t get a taste.”

“Seriously?” Dave snorted, “Let them enjoy any of our other girls… They’ll never get better trim.”

“What can I say, sex tourism is all the rage there and in Australia,” Go shrugged, “And You started it, when you put her on television.”

“They should have made sure she would be here before they bought their tickets,” Dave answered, “Tell them to come back, or stay a week, or offer her partner…” Sharon had wondered if Dave meant Kelly or Lisa. “Hell, send them West,” Dave continued mysteriously. Go snorted, and Dave laughed, “I’ll make sure that you get a finder’s fee.”

“Fuck you, Dave,” Go’s voice had been dangerously quiet, “I’m not pimpin’ for anyone else.”

“Sure you are,” Dave laughed again, “The minute you started using ZB merchandise you were pimping for us.” Sharon had not stayed to listen to more, not wanting to have either of the obviously angry men take their anger out on her. Even though she had come to terms with what she was, the idea that Go saw himself as her pimp… she had shuddered, in part because despite her unease at hearing her reality discussed so frankly, her body had responded to the big man’s presence and the memory of what Go could do to her, which had been more powerful than her shame at being made to fuck strangers for the big club owner’s profit.

She had been puzzled when the bouncer at the pass from the back stage to the main room refused to let her out to work the customers but had also denied that she had an appointment in the champagne room. Instead, he had told her to just sit in the dressing room until her next set. It had proven harder than she expected. She had tried distracting herself by watching the various camera feeds, but that had quickly proved more arousing than distracting, and she did not want the other girls to find her masturbating in the dressing room. She had also quickly tired of deflecting questions from the other dances… what was wrong with her, was she all right, had something happened… She had no answers, and worse, it seemed like some of the other dancers were angry that she was not helping on the floor.

So she had retraced her steps to Go’s office, knocking after a long pause, during which she had twice started to leave. The electric lock on the door had clicked, and she had stepped into Go’s office, suddenly feeling very shy.

“That was amusing,” the club owner had leered at her, “I was thinking you were going to chicken out.” Sharon had frowned, puzzled, until Go pointed at his screen, “I was watching you standing in the hall. She had relaxed and smiled sheepishly. He cocked his head, asking, “What’s going on?” He had leaned back, obviously relaxed, in his element. For a moment Sharon had wondered if there was a dancer under the table with his big cock in her mouth, and a fierce pang of arousal mixed with jealousy had swept through her.

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“Did you have a motive in inviting Tina over?” Joseph asked.

“Not really,” Kendall replied as they entered his apartment. “There’s just something likeable about her.”

“Not to mention the fact that she’s cute and has a great body.”

“And there’s that.”

They were barely settled in when there was a knock on the door. Joseph checked the peephole to make certain it was Tina, and then admitted her. Kendall was already seated on one end of the sofa. She patted the space next to her for Tina to sit, followed by Joseph sitting on the other end.

“So, do you have any ideas about how to get your stepbrother to join us?” Kendall asked.

“I do,” was Tina’s response. “But I don’t want to talk about that now. Telling you how he and I got started made me wonder how you and Mark got started, and Joseph and Jackie.”

Kendall shrugged. “Fair enough, I suppose. When my mom and Mark’s dad went on their first official date she told me that Mark’s dad thought he was shy around girls because he didn’t date much, and his dad told him the same thing about me. So, our parents asked each of us if we would mind hanging out while they went on their date so that I could loosen Mark up and he could do the same for me.” She laughed. “Of course, we saw through that in a minute. We were watching a movie about two teens who started kissing, and it was a very hot kiss, and we could each see that the other was getting aroused. I think I might have even made a comment, and Mark boasted that he could kiss better than the guy in the movie. So, I called his bluff and, well, he was damned good. Anyway, we got ourselves so worked up that we ended up having sex. It was the first time for either of us.”

“Wow. That’s thrilling that the two of you did it your first time together,” Tina said, her tone underscoring her excitement.

“Yeah, considering I thought I was going to be a lesbian.”

“What? You’ve been with women?” Tina asked, surprise abundant in her voice.

“Just one and just a few times.”

“You’re not going to tell her who?” Joseph asked, baiting Kendall.

She shot him a threatening look.

“Now, you’ve got to tell me,” Tina prodded.

With a heavy sigh, still staring darts at Joseph, Kendall muttered, “My mother.”

Eyes widening and her mouth forming a similar circle, Tina said, “No way.”

“It’s true,” Joseph confirmed. “What do you think about that?”

“You guys just keep amazing me.”

“Have you ever been with a girl,” Joseph asked.

“No.”

“You should try,” Kendall suggested. “It’s totally different than with a guy.”

“Is that an offer?” Tina shyly asked.

“Do you want it to be?”

“I’m not opposed to trying new things.”

Kendall turned to Tina and gently placed a hand on her shoulder while leaning in closer to her. Tina’s face had that look of wonder as she saw the other girl moving closer. She wasn’t sure whether Kendall’s lips touched hers or Kendall’s hands cupped her breast first. Regardless, even though it was soft and tender, Tina felt electrified. At the same time, she was aware of Joseph taking her hand. A moment later, now engaged in an affectionate kiss, Kendall’s hand was moving under her pullover shirt fondling her breasts. Though Tina had never been so much as touched by another female, she was not the least bit repulsed, and was actually becoming quite stimulated.

Tina did not resist as Joseph lifted her shirt up to remove it, and in the brief moments that Kendall had to withdraw, Tina watched as she and Joseph exchanged a sloppy kiss, swapping spit and licking tongues. Quite erotic up close. Just as quickly, Joseph had Tina’s bra undone and was pulling it off. She felt almost powerless to resist the attention of her new friends.

Kendall’s mouth attacked Tina’s again, this time with an active tongue. Once again, Tina could not resist, even using her own tongue for maximum effect also. In addition, she also now felt Joseph sucking her nipples and it was divine. If this kept up, her brain would be on sensory overload. Deciding to become more aggressive, Tina pulled on Kendall’s dress, and seeing what she was attempting, Joseph assisted, rendering his girlfriend reduced to wearing only bra and skimpy panties.

In Tina’s lust-filled mind, when she made the comment about trying new things, she didn’t really have a concept of what that meant, except that she would be engaged with another woman. However, with Joseph present, she didn’t consider what, if at all, his participation would be. But suddenly, the thought of this becoming a threesome was almost more exhilarating than her first experience with a female. Seeing that he was still fully clothed while she was topless and Kendall was down to bra and panties, Tina clutched at the buttons on his shirt. Kendall pitched in, and in seconds, they had his buttons completely undone. And before he could tear his shirt off, Tina managed to fix her lips to his for a few quick seconds.

When Escort Bayan Joseph stood to pull off his shirt, Kendall reached out to undo his belt. In one motion, Tina clutched his zipper and slid it down. While he stepped out of his pants, Tina, having never touched another woman’s breasts decided to have her first “feel.” They were quite similar in size to her own, which of course, she had touched many times. However, handling tits from this angle was one more thrill in an evening of firsts.

And then, Joseph’s dangling hard-on came into view. It was close in size to her stepbrother’s, maybe a tad longer, but possibly not as big around. Yet, when Kendall grabbed it at the base and aimed it toward Tina’s face, she did not hesitate to have a taste. That “sample” turned into a full-fledged blow job as she sucked almost all of it into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down several times. When it popped out of her mouth, Kendall swooped in for a swallow of her own.

Before allowing Tina back onto Joseph’s shaft, Kendall pressed her lips to the new girl’s, and the two merged their kiss into double-tonguing his swollen cock. For the next couple of minutes, they alternated between kissing each other with tongue and open mouth, with Joseph’s pulsing dick in their mouths and taking sucks of him. Finally, he pulled Tina to her feet and undid her pants. As he pushed them down, Kendall tugged her panties over her hips.

Joseph pulled Tina to him, his cock pressed against his abdomen and nestled between her ass cheeks and his arms around her cupping and caressing her tits. Down below, Kendall spread Tina’s legs slightly so she could tongue the standing girl’s clit. Tina was in heaven being worked on by a girl and a guy. Joseph was kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobe while Kendall lifted Tina’s leg onto the sofa which offered the former greater access to the latter’s really wet snatch. This moved Tina over a bit so that Joseph’s cock sprang free. Tina reached down for it and stroked it, and then tilted her head back to swap spit with him. Granted, these were frantic kisses, but the difference in kissing a woman for a while and then kissing a man made for quite an erotic contrast.

Shoving a couple of fingers inside Tina’s vagina, which elicited a sharp cry of joy, Kendall gabbed Joseph’s cock with her other hand and brought it to her mouth. She had Tina and Joseph moaning in harmony. This all made Tina weak in the knees and she had to drop onto the sofa. Without skipping a beat, Joseph dropped to the floor and quickly latched his mouth onto her pussy, something he had been longing to do since they met her. Kendall knelt on the sofa and bent down to once again press her lips to their new friend’s. The girl was a good kisser.

Realizing that Kendall was the only one with any amount of clothes still on, Tina reached around to unclasp the other’s bra. Kendall shook it off, then quickly stood and shed her panties, as well. While she was doing that, reacquiring some energy had Tina getting onto hands and knees and shaking her ass at Joseph. He quickly received the message, honed in on her pussy and drove his cock in. Tina let out a big roar, loving the feeling.

Having difficulty remembering when the last time she had been so sexually charged was, but knowing she was now as much as she had ever been, Tina was ready for her first taste of pussy. She gestured Kendall to sit on the sofa before her. Tina’s first licks were tentative, not really knowing what to expect. She had tasted her own pussy on her stepbrother’s lips after he had eaten her and they kissed. But she could now tell that was not the same as having lips to lips. Regardless of the taste, she somehow believed that there was more power in going down on a woman than on blowing a guy. In any event, she was actually enjoying allowing her tongue to explore a vagina. She did things that she liked having done to her, and if the sounds escaping Kendall’s throat were any clue, she was enjoying it also.

It was difficult for Tina to reconcile being pounded from the rear by a large cock while giving oral satisfaction to a woman. And the combination was bringing her to a promising orgasm.

Sensing that all of this action was more than Tina could take and that she was about to come, Kendall pushed her back, sat up, reached between the girl’s legs and fingered her clit while Joseph gave her a good fucking. Kendall allowed her fingers to also caress his cock and balls. But it had the most effect on Tina, who bowed her head on Kendall’s shoulder. While still pumping, Joseph bent over to kiss Kendall. With no warning, Tina wrapped her arms around Kendall’s neck and had an orgasm so intense, Kendall thought she was going to choke her. Kendall could feel the girl’s muscles spasming.

While Tina rolled over gasping for breath, trying to recover, Joseph sat on the sofa needing rest from the strain of his thrusts. Eying his cock still tall and hard and glistening with Tina’s juices, Kendall took advantage Bayan escort and plopped onto his lap, grabbing that bad boy and ramming it in her own starving pussy. When she started bouncing up and down, a still fatigued Tina had to move around to see. She sat on the floor for a front row view of Joseph’s delicious dick going in and out of Kendall’s sweet pussy. She couldn’t help but reach out and rub Kendall’s clit and Joseph’s slimy rod.

Tina had no idea how long they had been at this, but already threesomes had moved up to the top of her favorite sex acts list. And when she saw Joseph throw his head back against the sofa back, she quickly jumped onto the furniture and straddled his head with her pussy tight against his hair. She had no idea what she hoped to accomplish by this, driven only by impulsive arousal; if nothing else, his hair tickled her pussy. And then she instantly realized she could lean forward and press her lips to Kendall’s as the other pivoted her hips back and forth.

With his head still tilted head back, Joseph stuck out his tongue and wiggled it from side to side. She didn’t know what exactly he was doing that for, but it didn’t take long for her to think of something to do. She lifted herself up and squatted over his face. His tongue went right for her pussy so she assumed that’s what he meant. Of course, she’d had her pussy licked many times, but in this odd position she found it titillating.

Still driven by wild desire and looking down Kendall’s back at Joseph’s cock sliding in and out of Kendall’s pussy, Tina had another sex intoxicated idea. She slid off of the sofa and knelt between Joseph’s legs. She licked his balls and let her tongue travel up to Kendall’s pussy. Knowing she was back there, Joseph let his penis slip out. It sprang forward and popped Tina in the face. Of course, she did the only logical thing and sucked it. Once she had it dripping spit, she inserted it back into Kendall’s pussy and the two resumed a frantic pace, aided by Tina’s tongue and fingers all over their genitals.

It served as the stimulus to make Kendall come in a breathtaking orgasm, and interestingly, as she shook from overloaded nerves, Tina took her in her arms and . . . comforted . . . her as though she was upset. However, there was actually something nice and . . . comforting . . . about it.

Before Joseph could even catch his breath, Tina was saying, “I want to come again!” as though she was a child who wanted to ride the merry-go-round once more.

Smirking, Kendall eased off of Joseph. Once standing, she guided Tina to lie on the sofa. Joseph got into position and fucked her missionary, each with one foot on the floor. Kendall waited for them to get going and then she straddled Tina’s face. Tina’s tongue instantly found Kendall’s pussy, and then Kendall leaned forward to kiss Joseph to complete the classic threesome triangle. Joseph occasionally pulled out all of the way and rubbed his cock on her pubic area before sticking it back in.

Kendall reached down to knead both of Tina’s tits, and then she extended one arm to play with Tina’s clit. Within minutes, Tina was bursting into another bone-rattling orgasm, and it caused her to become more aggressive licking Kendall’s clit and pussy, to the extent that Kendall found herself coming again also, though not quite on the order that Tina did.

Now, Joseph was groaning and grinding his teeth. Kendall was surprised he’d been able to hold out this long, what with fucking someone new, so she moved behind him and caressed his balls. When she felt them tighten, she grabbed his cock at the base, pulled it out of Tina and aimed it at her abdomen where he completely showered her belly. Once spent, he fell back against the opposite end of the couch.

Tina lifted her head to see the load he had deposited and grinned. She licked her lips. Kendall didn’t know if that meant she wanted to taste it, but she drew her fingers together, scooped up a glob and dribbled it sloppily over Tina’s lips and chin. Naturally, Tina slurped what she could. When Tina started chuckling, Kendall wickedly scooped up more and smeared it all over Tina’s cheeks, laughing.

Taking it with good humor, without Kendall seeing, Tina ran her hand through the puddle and rubbed it on across the other girl’s face. They were both giggling now, and with cum all over their faces, their lips were drawn together to kiss and clean.

After a while, Kendall and Joseph almost got the impression that Tina didn’t want to leave, and would probably have been up for another session. But it had been so intense that both Kendall and Joseph were worn out—of course, they had already had a good workout before going to dinner. But Tina finally realized that she needed to get home to her stepbrother.

Still, Joseph and Kendall really liked Tina and looked forward to a new relationship with her.

* * *

For a variety of reasons—the conflict of the night before, their own intensive sex and Escort actually sleeping together—Mark and Jackie overslept. When they did finally awake, there was only time for a quick shower together—and only to save time—jump into some clothes and head quickly to class; the one they had in the same building. Ironically, after all of that rushing, when they arrived, both of their classes had been cancelled. Meeting again in the hallway, the two merely stared at each other in frustration.

“Come on,” Mark said, “I’ll buy you breakfast.”

But unlike their step-siblings, both were a bit more selective than the student union, and opted for the Starbucks just off campus. It was crowded, but they were able to snatch the last table.

They saw the attractive girl with coffee and pastry in her hands walk by their table and stop to look around, but paid her no more attention than that, until a moment later, she asked, “May I sit here?”

Somewhat surprised, Jackie and Mark looked at each other. But there was something about the girl that had them agreeing in unison. “Sure.”

As she climbed onto her stool of the bar-height table, she introduced herself. “I’m Tina.” She held out her hand.

Mark was first to take it and he mentioned his name.

“Yes, Mark, and you’re Jackie,” Tina said as she shook the latter’s hand.

“You know us?” Mark questioned.

“I live in the same apartment complex with my stepbrother,” she told them. “The manager told me about you.”

“He seems to be good at that,” Mark remarked.

“He really does care about his tenants,” Tina said, “which is why I am coming to you. My stepbrother and I have the same issues as you and your step-siblings have.”

“And what issues might those be?” Jackie asked, finally speaking.

“Just the way people look at you or treat you when you tell them you live with your stepbrother. In our case, they think we’re dating, but we’re not.”

“So, you came to us for . . .”

“We’re just looking for new friends,” Tina explained. “People who understand. Like you and your stepbrother connected with Mark and his stepsister. And you guys actually found the perfect solution by dating.”

Becoming swept up in Tina’s story, Jackie said, “Well, that’s not without issues, either.”

Pretending she didn’t know what Jackie was talking about, Tina asked, “Can I ask what?”

“Let’s just say that it’s caused some disagreements about some things.”

“Is that why the two of you are here alone?”

“You’re very perceptive.”

“If it’s not too personal, can I ask if sex is part of the issue?”

With raised eyebrows, Jackie turned to Mark.

“Well, that is personal,” Mark pointed out.

“Sorry,” Tina offered. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“I’m curious as to why you would ask that?” Jackie wanted to know.

Knowing what was really going on, Tina stretched the story. “Maybe one or both of you were having sex with your step-siblings and now that you’re dating there’s jealousy issues.”

“Even if it was something along those lines,” Mark said, “it would still be personal.”

“I’m sorry,” Tina again said, “I guess you’re right.”

Yet, there was something about this girl that Jackie liked, as if even though she just met Tina a few minutes ago she already liked her for years. “The fact is, Tina, My stepbrother, Joseph, and I were dating, but in high school, our friends ousted us, so when we came here and hooked up with Mark and his stepsister, Kendall, we decided to pretend that we were dating each other. But Joseph and Kendall eventually decided that they wanted to date for real. Mark and I were not in favor of that, and so, we had a disagreement.”

“That’s a shame,” Tina commented, doing her best to pretend she was hearing this for the first time. “Do you think they will last, or will the two of you come around?”

“I don’t know,” Jackie said with a shrug. “Realistically, Mark and I are better suited for each other, as are Joseph and Kendall.”

“Sounds like the four of you need to talk,” Tina noted.

“We had a pretty heated argument,” Jackie admitted. “It might take some time for them to come around.”

“Well, I hope it’s sooner rather than later because we were hoping to make some new friends.”

“That might take some time, but Mark and I—” she glanced at him for agreement; he nodded anticipating what she was going to say “—would be happy to be friends with you and your stepbrother.”

“Thanks. That would be nice.”

By now, they were all finished with breakfast. Mark and Jackie stood to leave.

“Our first class was canceled,” Jackie told Tina. “I don’t know why—”

“Was it in Thomas Hall?”

“Yes.”

“Some kind of plumbing problem,” Tina informed them. “I had a class in that building also. Sounds like it will be closed all day.”

“Oh. Well, then, I’m off today,” Jackie said. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“So am I,” Mark said. “Guess we’ll go back to my place.”

“Works for me,” Jackie agreed. “Care to join us, Tina?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Once they were settled in Marks apartment, Tina asked, “You guys—all four of you—seem to keep to yourselves. What do you do for fun?”

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“Did you have a motive in inviting Tina over?” Joseph asked.

“Not really,” Kendall replied as they entered his apartment. “There’s just something likeable about her.”

“Not to mention the fact that she’s cute and has a great body.”

“And there’s that.”

They were barely settled in when there was a knock on the door. Joseph checked the peephole to make certain it was Tina, and then admitted her. Kendall was already seated on one end of the sofa. She patted the space next to her for Tina to sit, followed by Joseph sitting on the other end.

“So, do you have any ideas about how to get your stepbrother to join us?” Kendall asked.

“I do,” was Tina’s response. “But I don’t want to talk about that now. Telling you how he and I got started made me wonder how you and Mark got started, and Joseph and Jackie.”

Kendall shrugged. “Fair enough, I suppose. When my mom and Mark’s dad went on their first official date she told me that Mark’s dad thought he was shy around girls because he didn’t date much, and his dad told him the same thing about me. So, our parents asked each of us if we would mind hanging out while they went on their date so that I could loosen Mark up and he could do the same for me.” She laughed. “Of course, we saw through that in a minute. We were watching a movie about two teens who started kissing, and it was a very hot kiss, and we could each see that the other was getting aroused. I think I might have even made a comment, and Mark boasted that he could kiss better than the guy in the movie. So, I called his bluff and, well, he was damned good. Anyway, we got ourselves so worked up that we ended up having sex. It was the first time for either of us.”

“Wow. That’s thrilling that the two of you did it your first time together,” Tina said, her tone underscoring her excitement.

“Yeah, considering I thought I was going to be a lesbian.”

“What? You’ve been with women?” Tina asked, surprise abundant in her voice.

“Just one and just a few times.”

“You’re not going to tell her who?” Joseph asked, baiting Kendall.

She shot him a threatening look.

“Now, you’ve got to tell me,” Tina prodded.

With a heavy sigh, still staring darts at Joseph, Kendall muttered, “My mother.”

Eyes widening and her mouth forming a similar circle, Tina said, “No way.”

“It’s true,” Joseph confirmed. “What do you think about that?”

“You guys just keep amazing me.”

“Have you ever been with a girl,” Joseph asked.

“No.”

“You should try,” Kendall suggested. “It’s totally different than with a guy.”

“Is that an offer?” Tina shyly asked.

“Do you want it to be?”

“I’m not opposed to trying new things.”

Kendall turned to Tina and gently placed a hand on her shoulder while leaning in closer to her. Tina’s face had that look of wonder as she saw the other girl moving closer. She wasn’t sure whether Kendall’s lips touched hers or Kendall’s hands cupped her breast first. Regardless, even though it was soft and tender, Tina felt electrified. At the same time, she was aware of Joseph taking her hand. A moment later, now engaged in an affectionate kiss, Kendall’s hand was moving under her pullover shirt fondling her breasts. Though Tina had never been so much as touched by another female, she was not the least bit repulsed, and was actually becoming quite stimulated.

Tina did not resist as Joseph lifted her shirt up to remove it, and in the brief moments that Kendall had to withdraw, Tina watched as she and Joseph exchanged a sloppy kiss, swapping spit and licking tongues. Quite erotic up close. Just as quickly, Joseph had Tina’s bra undone and was pulling it off. She felt almost powerless to resist the attention of her new friends.

Kendall’s mouth attacked Tina’s again, this time with an active tongue. Once again, Tina could not resist, even using her own tongue for maximum effect also. In addition, she also now felt Joseph sucking her nipples and it was divine. If this kept up, her brain would be on sensory overload. Deciding to become more aggressive, Tina pulled on Kendall’s dress, and seeing what she was attempting, Joseph assisted, rendering his girlfriend reduced to wearing only bra and skimpy panties.

In Tina’s lust-filled mind, when she made the comment about trying new things, she didn’t really have a concept of what that meant, except that she would be engaged with another woman. However, with Joseph present, she didn’t consider what, if at all, his participation would be. But suddenly, the thought of this becoming a threesome was almost more exhilarating than her first experience with a female. Seeing that he was still fully clothed while she was topless and Kendall was down to bra and panties, Tina clutched at the buttons on his shirt. Kendall pitched in, and in seconds, they had his buttons completely undone. And before he could tear his shirt off, Tina managed to fix her lips to his for a few quick seconds.

When Escort Bayan Joseph stood to pull off his shirt, Kendall reached out to undo his belt. In one motion, Tina clutched his zipper and slid it down. While he stepped out of his pants, Tina, having never touched another woman’s breasts decided to have her first “feel.” They were quite similar in size to her own, which of course, she had touched many times. However, handling tits from this angle was one more thrill in an evening of firsts.

And then, Joseph’s dangling hard-on came into view. It was close in size to her stepbrother’s, maybe a tad longer, but possibly not as big around. Yet, when Kendall grabbed it at the base and aimed it toward Tina’s face, she did not hesitate to have a taste. That “sample” turned into a full-fledged blow job as she sucked almost all of it into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down several times. When it popped out of her mouth, Kendall swooped in for a swallow of her own.

Before allowing Tina back onto Joseph’s shaft, Kendall pressed her lips to the new girl’s, and the two merged their kiss into double-tonguing his swollen cock. For the next couple of minutes, they alternated between kissing each other with tongue and open mouth, with Joseph’s pulsing dick in their mouths and taking sucks of him. Finally, he pulled Tina to her feet and undid her pants. As he pushed them down, Kendall tugged her panties over her hips.

Joseph pulled Tina to him, his cock pressed against his abdomen and nestled between her ass cheeks and his arms around her cupping and caressing her tits. Down below, Kendall spread Tina’s legs slightly so she could tongue the standing girl’s clit. Tina was in heaven being worked on by a girl and a guy. Joseph was kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobe while Kendall lifted Tina’s leg onto the sofa which offered the former greater access to the latter’s really wet snatch. This moved Tina over a bit so that Joseph’s cock sprang free. Tina reached down for it and stroked it, and then tilted her head back to swap spit with him. Granted, these were frantic kisses, but the difference in kissing a woman for a while and then kissing a man made for quite an erotic contrast.

Shoving a couple of fingers inside Tina’s vagina, which elicited a sharp cry of joy, Kendall gabbed Joseph’s cock with her other hand and brought it to her mouth. She had Tina and Joseph moaning in harmony. This all made Tina weak in the knees and she had to drop onto the sofa. Without skipping a beat, Joseph dropped to the floor and quickly latched his mouth onto her pussy, something he had been longing to do since they met her. Kendall knelt on the sofa and bent down to once again press her lips to their new friend’s. The girl was a good kisser.

Realizing that Kendall was the only one with any amount of clothes still on, Tina reached around to unclasp the other’s bra. Kendall shook it off, then quickly stood and shed her panties, as well. While she was doing that, reacquiring some energy had Tina getting onto hands and knees and shaking her ass at Joseph. He quickly received the message, honed in on her pussy and drove his cock in. Tina let out a big roar, loving the feeling.

Having difficulty remembering when the last time she had been so sexually charged was, but knowing she was now as much as she had ever been, Tina was ready for her first taste of pussy. She gestured Kendall to sit on the sofa before her. Tina’s first licks were tentative, not really knowing what to expect. She had tasted her own pussy on her stepbrother’s lips after he had eaten her and they kissed. But she could now tell that was not the same as having lips to lips. Regardless of the taste, she somehow believed that there was more power in going down on a woman than on blowing a guy. In any event, she was actually enjoying allowing her tongue to explore a vagina. She did things that she liked having done to her, and if the sounds escaping Kendall’s throat were any clue, she was enjoying it also.

It was difficult for Tina to reconcile being pounded from the rear by a large cock while giving oral satisfaction to a woman. And the combination was bringing her to a promising orgasm.

Sensing that all of this action was more than Tina could take and that she was about to come, Kendall pushed her back, sat up, reached between the girl’s legs and fingered her clit while Joseph gave her a good fucking. Kendall allowed her fingers to also caress his cock and balls. But it had the most effect on Tina, who bowed her head on Kendall’s shoulder. While still pumping, Joseph bent over to kiss Kendall. With no warning, Tina wrapped her arms around Kendall’s neck and had an orgasm so intense, Kendall thought she was going to choke her. Kendall could feel the girl’s muscles spasming.

While Tina rolled over gasping for breath, trying to recover, Joseph sat on the sofa needing rest from the strain of his thrusts. Eying his cock still tall and hard and glistening with Tina’s juices, Kendall took advantage Bayan escort and plopped onto his lap, grabbing that bad boy and ramming it in her own starving pussy. When she started bouncing up and down, a still fatigued Tina had to move around to see. She sat on the floor for a front row view of Joseph’s delicious dick going in and out of Kendall’s sweet pussy. She couldn’t help but reach out and rub Kendall’s clit and Joseph’s slimy rod.

Tina had no idea how long they had been at this, but already threesomes had moved up to the top of her favorite sex acts list. And when she saw Joseph throw his head back against the sofa back, she quickly jumped onto the furniture and straddled his head with her pussy tight against his hair. She had no idea what she hoped to accomplish by this, driven only by impulsive arousal; if nothing else, his hair tickled her pussy. And then she instantly realized she could lean forward and press her lips to Kendall’s as the other pivoted her hips back and forth.

With his head still tilted head back, Joseph stuck out his tongue and wiggled it from side to side. She didn’t know what exactly he was doing that for, but it didn’t take long for her to think of something to do. She lifted herself up and squatted over his face. His tongue went right for her pussy so she assumed that’s what he meant. Of course, she’d had her pussy licked many times, but in this odd position she found it titillating.

Still driven by wild desire and looking down Kendall’s back at Joseph’s cock sliding in and out of Kendall’s pussy, Tina had another sex intoxicated idea. She slid off of the sofa and knelt between Joseph’s legs. She licked his balls and let her tongue travel up to Kendall’s pussy. Knowing she was back there, Joseph let his penis slip out. It sprang forward and popped Tina in the face. Of course, she did the only logical thing and sucked it. Once she had it dripping spit, she inserted it back into Kendall’s pussy and the two resumed a frantic pace, aided by Tina’s tongue and fingers all over their genitals.

It served as the stimulus to make Kendall come in a breathtaking orgasm, and interestingly, as she shook from overloaded nerves, Tina took her in her arms and . . . comforted . . . her as though she was upset. However, there was actually something nice and . . . comforting . . . about it.

Before Joseph could even catch his breath, Tina was saying, “I want to come again!” as though she was a child who wanted to ride the merry-go-round once more.

Smirking, Kendall eased off of Joseph. Once standing, she guided Tina to lie on the sofa. Joseph got into position and fucked her missionary, each with one foot on the floor. Kendall waited for them to get going and then she straddled Tina’s face. Tina’s tongue instantly found Kendall’s pussy, and then Kendall leaned forward to kiss Joseph to complete the classic threesome triangle. Joseph occasionally pulled out all of the way and rubbed his cock on her pubic area before sticking it back in.

Kendall reached down to knead both of Tina’s tits, and then she extended one arm to play with Tina’s clit. Within minutes, Tina was bursting into another bone-rattling orgasm, and it caused her to become more aggressive licking Kendall’s clit and pussy, to the extent that Kendall found herself coming again also, though not quite on the order that Tina did.

Now, Joseph was groaning and grinding his teeth. Kendall was surprised he’d been able to hold out this long, what with fucking someone new, so she moved behind him and caressed his balls. When she felt them tighten, she grabbed his cock at the base, pulled it out of Tina and aimed it at her abdomen where he completely showered her belly. Once spent, he fell back against the opposite end of the couch.

Tina lifted her head to see the load he had deposited and grinned. She licked her lips. Kendall didn’t know if that meant she wanted to taste it, but she drew her fingers together, scooped up a glob and dribbled it sloppily over Tina’s lips and chin. Naturally, Tina slurped what she could. When Tina started chuckling, Kendall wickedly scooped up more and smeared it all over Tina’s cheeks, laughing.

Taking it with good humor, without Kendall seeing, Tina ran her hand through the puddle and rubbed it on across the other girl’s face. They were both giggling now, and with cum all over their faces, their lips were drawn together to kiss and clean.

After a while, Kendall and Joseph almost got the impression that Tina didn’t want to leave, and would probably have been up for another session. But it had been so intense that both Kendall and Joseph were worn out—of course, they had already had a good workout before going to dinner. But Tina finally realized that she needed to get home to her stepbrother.

Still, Joseph and Kendall really liked Tina and looked forward to a new relationship with her.

* * *

For a variety of reasons—the conflict of the night before, their own intensive sex and Escort actually sleeping together—Mark and Jackie overslept. When they did finally awake, there was only time for a quick shower together—and only to save time—jump into some clothes and head quickly to class; the one they had in the same building. Ironically, after all of that rushing, when they arrived, both of their classes had been cancelled. Meeting again in the hallway, the two merely stared at each other in frustration.

“Come on,” Mark said, “I’ll buy you breakfast.”

But unlike their step-siblings, both were a bit more selective than the student union, and opted for the Starbucks just off campus. It was crowded, but they were able to snatch the last table.

They saw the attractive girl with coffee and pastry in her hands walk by their table and stop to look around, but paid her no more attention than that, until a moment later, she asked, “May I sit here?”

Somewhat surprised, Jackie and Mark looked at each other. But there was something about the girl that had them agreeing in unison. “Sure.”

As she climbed onto her stool of the bar-height table, she introduced herself. “I’m Tina.” She held out her hand.

Mark was first to take it and he mentioned his name.

“Yes, Mark, and you’re Jackie,” Tina said as she shook the latter’s hand.

“You know us?” Mark questioned.

“I live in the same apartment complex with my stepbrother,” she told them. “The manager told me about you.”

“He seems to be good at that,” Mark remarked.

“He really does care about his tenants,” Tina said, “which is why I am coming to you. My stepbrother and I have the same issues as you and your step-siblings have.”

“And what issues might those be?” Jackie asked, finally speaking.

“Just the way people look at you or treat you when you tell them you live with your stepbrother. In our case, they think we’re dating, but we’re not.”

“So, you came to us for . . .”

“We’re just looking for new friends,” Tina explained. “People who understand. Like you and your stepbrother connected with Mark and his stepsister. And you guys actually found the perfect solution by dating.”

Becoming swept up in Tina’s story, Jackie said, “Well, that’s not without issues, either.”

Pretending she didn’t know what Jackie was talking about, Tina asked, “Can I ask what?”

“Let’s just say that it’s caused some disagreements about some things.”

“Is that why the two of you are here alone?”

“You’re very perceptive.”

“If it’s not too personal, can I ask if sex is part of the issue?”

With raised eyebrows, Jackie turned to Mark.

“Well, that is personal,” Mark pointed out.

“Sorry,” Tina offered. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“I’m curious as to why you would ask that?” Jackie wanted to know.

Knowing what was really going on, Tina stretched the story. “Maybe one or both of you were having sex with your step-siblings and now that you’re dating there’s jealousy issues.”

“Even if it was something along those lines,” Mark said, “it would still be personal.”

“I’m sorry,” Tina again said, “I guess you’re right.”

Yet, there was something about this girl that Jackie liked, as if even though she just met Tina a few minutes ago she already liked her for years. “The fact is, Tina, My stepbrother, Joseph, and I were dating, but in high school, our friends ousted us, so when we came here and hooked up with Mark and his stepsister, Kendall, we decided to pretend that we were dating each other. But Joseph and Kendall eventually decided that they wanted to date for real. Mark and I were not in favor of that, and so, we had a disagreement.”

“That’s a shame,” Tina commented, doing her best to pretend she was hearing this for the first time. “Do you think they will last, or will the two of you come around?”

“I don’t know,” Jackie said with a shrug. “Realistically, Mark and I are better suited for each other, as are Joseph and Kendall.”

“Sounds like the four of you need to talk,” Tina noted.

“We had a pretty heated argument,” Jackie admitted. “It might take some time for them to come around.”

“Well, I hope it’s sooner rather than later because we were hoping to make some new friends.”

“That might take some time, but Mark and I—” she glanced at him for agreement; he nodded anticipating what she was going to say “—would be happy to be friends with you and your stepbrother.”

“Thanks. That would be nice.”

By now, they were all finished with breakfast. Mark and Jackie stood to leave.

“Our first class was canceled,” Jackie told Tina. “I don’t know why—”

“Was it in Thomas Hall?”

“Yes.”

“Some kind of plumbing problem,” Tina informed them. “I had a class in that building also. Sounds like it will be closed all day.”

“Oh. Well, then, I’m off today,” Jackie said. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“So am I,” Mark said. “Guess we’ll go back to my place.”

“Works for me,” Jackie agreed. “Care to join us, Tina?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Once they were settled in Marks apartment, Tina asked, “You guys—all four of you—seem to keep to yourselves. What do you do for fun?”

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Lily tossed her purse on the table and sat down on the couch with a sigh. “Finally” she thought to herself as she took off her shoes – this was the end of her third 12-hour day in a row, and she was tired. After taking a moment to collect herself, she got up and walked to the bedroom. Her arms and legs ached as she slid down her pants and pulled her shirt over her head. She removed her bra and let it drop to the floor before running her hands back over her C-cups, enjoying the light touch of her fingers on her sensitive skin. Thanks to long hours at work, longer than usual gym sessions, and friends coming over to keep her company, Lily hadn’t had any time to herself since her break up with Kyle almost two weeks ago. She needed to release some of the sexual tension that had been building up in her, and glanced at the drawer where she kept her vibrator. She debated with herself for a second, but her aching feet and legs won out in the end. First, the hot tub to relax her sore muscles, and then she could spend the rest of the night enjoying herself. She peeled off her panties, found her bikini, and pulled it on. She re-tied the bows on her hips, grabbed her towel, and walked barefoot out her back door.

The apartment complex that Lily lived in was new, and made to attract young professionals to the area. The courtyard boasted two tennis courts, a pool, hot tub, and small steam room. It was usually pretty busy on the weekend, but since it was a Tuesday, there were only a few people playing tennis, and nobody in the hot tub. Perfect. She dropped her towel on top of the chair and tied her hair up in a ponytail to keep it dry.

Lily turned on the timer to start the powerful jets and eased slowly into the steaming water. It was almost too hot, which was just how she liked it, and she took her time lowering her body until she was in up to her shoulders. She had been waiting for this all day, and finally could relax. With her eyes closed, she leaned her head back against the edge of the hot tub, and enjoyed the feel of the hot jets and bubbles running over her body. As she started to stretch and massage her sore leg muscles, her mind began to wander. For about a month now, she had been noticing this one guy at the gym. He was big, muscular, tall, and had a clean and trimmed beard with tattoos that extended down his arm. The exact opposite of Kyle, and not exactly the type of guy she usually dated. But god was he sexy. Every time she saw him, she thought about what those hands would feel like on her, how powerful he would feel on top of her, what he would taste like…

As she pictured him now, her fingers continued to knead the muscles of her legs. They moved higher and higher up her thighs as she thought of him lifting her up against the wall right there in the gym. The heat of the water and the time since her last orgasm had made her so sensitive that she let out a gasp as her hand moved between her legs. Without intending to, her fingers had found their way to her aching clit, and had begun to trace light circles around it. She pictured the man from the gym holding her hips from behind, almost lifting her off the floor and fucking her hard, and as she did her hand moved inside her bathing suit. As her fingers parted her lips, it exposed her to more hot water and she let out a moan of pleasure. She rubbed her clit faster now, fully surrendering to the pleasure she desperately needed. Her back arched as she pushed two fingers inside herself, and she spread her legs to take them deeper within her. She was so lost in pleasure that she didn’t hear the voices until they were almost right behind her.

Two men were talking to each other, laughing as they rounded the corner around the shrubs and entered the hot tub area. Panicking, Lily’s eyes shot open and she froze, hoping that the bubbling water covered her movement and noises from the strangers. When she snapped her legs shut however, it made a wave that sloshed over the side right towards them.

“OH..um…Hi! I..” she stuttered nervously.

“Hey there. Im Peter, this is Richard” said the taller of the two men. He was blonde with a slight accent that she couldn’t quite place. “I hope we’re not interrupting anything. Do you mind if we join you?”

He said this with such a smile that Lily didn’t know if he was just being polite, or if he knew what she was doing. She smiled back at them, unable to figure out what she should say other than telling them her name, and they exchanged limited small talk as they took off their shirts and set their things down. She sunk down further into the water, as they placed their towels down and eased into the water across from her.

The two men talked to each other quietly, and by how close they were sitting to each other and their playful attitude, she got the sense that while they may not have been a couple, they were more than friends. As Lily began to catch her breath and slow her heartbeat from the scare she just had, her need for release came back stronger than ever. Feeling moderately annoyed about the interruption, she looked at the two men, realizing both of which were very attractive, she couldn’t help but imagine herself with each of them, and couldn’t decide Belek escort who she wanted more – the tall blonde Peter, or the short, tan Richard. She did her best to look like she was just relaxing as she played out these options in her head, and more than once had to pry her fingers away from between her legs.

As much fun as this was, she couldn’t take it anymore – she needed to cum right now or she was going to explode. She thought about doing it right there in the hot tub. She was so damn horny and her clit was so sensitive that it wouldn’t take much at all. She decided she had to go inside however, as she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide an orgasm as strong as the one she was on the verge of. She stood up and stepped out of the hot water. The mild air was cold in contrast, and she rushed for her towel, covered in goosebumps. She picked it up without stopping and was almost home free when she heard Peter call out to her.

“Excuse me, miss?”

“Fuck” she said under her breath. She was still too close to pretend she didn’t hear him, so she forced a smile and turned around. “Yes?”

“I am so sorry to bother you, but we are new here and do not have a key yet to the steam room. If you are heading there do you think we might be able to join you?”

Lily was not planning on heading to the steam room. In fact, she was planning on heading back to her room as quickly as possible, ripping open the drawer where she keeps all of her sex toys, and using as many of them as possible for as long as she could. However, by the time she started to make up an excuse as to why she couldn’t help them out, they were already exiting the hot tub. As they stood, their wet swimsuits clung to them, revealing them both to be semi hard, and neither of them small. The same libido that was causing Lily to rush back to her bedroom was now starting to convince her that a small detour to let them into the steam room wouldn’t be so bad after all if it gave her the chance to sneak another glance or two.

“Oh yeah, sure!” she said, trying to keep her eyes focused in a more appropriate direction. “Follow me.”

As she led them down the short path across the courtyard, she glanced back a couple times to make sure they were still following her, and unashamedly let her hips sway a bit more than usual as her gaze lingered just below their waistlines. She wasn’t sure if they were interested or not, but she knew she looked good in this bikini, and it always turned her on to show off a little bit.

As she punched in her personalized key code, she heard them whispering behind her. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but when she turned her head they were both looking at her. As she pushed open the frosted glass door, she smiled at them politely and they walked past her.

“Here you go! The lights are on a sensor, and the towels are to the right. The…” Lily trailed off. As she was telling them where to find the towels, they had each grabbed one, but not before dropping their shorts to the ground. The two men stood before her, shaking out their towels, completely naked. Richard, who was completely shaved below his neck, was long even though he wasn’t erect. His uncircumcised dick swayed back and forth with the movement of his body. Peter was half-hard, and his thick shaft lead from neatly trimmed hair down to his even thicker head. Lilys breath caught in her throat and she stood there, gaping at them. Only once their towels were around their waist and Peter cleared his throat did she realize that she was staring at them with her mouth open and her hand on her breast.

“Um…oh God…sorry…” she said, her face bright red.

“Please, join us.” Peter repeated, although she didn’t hear him at all the first time.

“I can’t” Lily started. She could feel herself beginning to soak her already damp bikini. She needed to get back to her room and take care of herself. “I really have to get home. Thanks though!”

“Please? I feel like we already kicked you out of the hot tub.” Richard said as he grabbed her hand.

Lily moaned at his tight, warm grip on her wrist. That had always been a turn-on for her. Her free hand shot up to cover her mouth, embarrassed.

“I promise it will be fun. It seems like you need some fun.” Richard smiled at her, looking her dead in the eye. Without a word, Lily stepped into the sauna and closed the door behind her.

As they went and sat next to each other, she grabbed a towel, but kept her suit on. She was so turned on that she was shaking, but the idea that they might be thinking the same thing that she was thinking was so far outside her comfort zone that she couldn’t seem to quite believe it. She took a deep breath, wrapped the towel around her, and took a seat opposite the two men. They were both leaning back against the wall with their eyes closed, engaged in light conversation in a language that she couldn’t understand. This allowed Lily’s eyes to wander, and they trailed from Peter’s chest, to Richards abs, to both of their towels. The bulge under each of them made Lily’s mouth water. After double checking that both of their eyes were still closed, her desire overcame her. She Belek escort bayan smoothly slipped her hand inside of her towel and under the fabric of her bikini. As her fingers parted her slick lips and grazed her swollen clit, she had to cover her mouth with her free hand to stifle a moan. She massaged her sensitive lips, careful not to go too fast or use too much pressure for fear that she would lose control completely. Lily sat there, silently masturbating in clear view of the two oblivious men, imagining what each would feel like as they pushed their way inside her, filling her, giving her the satisfaction she so desperately needed, and for the second time tonight, Peter’s voice interrupted her on the verge of orgasm.

“Lily, you do not have to sit all the way over there. Come, sit with us.” He said.

Lily almost screamed in a mix of frustration and surprise, but as her eyes shot up from his crotch to his face, she could see that his eyes were still closed. She wiped her soaked fingers on her towel as she stood up. “This is crazy.” she thought to herself. “I just need to make an excuse to go home and deal with this for real.”

“Thanks, but I’m going to turn in for the night. My neck is killing me and I should go rest.”

“No, no, you must stay! My friend and I are some amateur masseurs. Come, we will fix. I insist!”

They moved apart, making room for her, and before she realized what she was doing, she was taking a seat between them. Before she could get settled, Peter was turning her to face away from him, and Richard had reached down to grab her legs and swung them onto his lap. She was too surprised to protest, and as soon as he began working her sore feet with his strong hands, she lost all desire too. The lust that had been so overpowering for most of the night had masked the ache in her legs and feet, but this felt amazing. Simultaneously, Peter’s large hands covered her shoulders and began to massage her. The light sweat that had accumulated all over her body from the steam acted as its own massage oil, and as Peter slowly worked his strong fingers into her sore muscles, she became less tense by the second. She almost melted. She never would have gotten into this situation if she hadn’t been too horny to think straight, but as she sat there with four strong hands on her, she was glad she did.

They began to chat back and forth, but Lily could hardly concentrate on what was being said, even by herself. Her focus was fully absorbed by each fingertip on her skin. Her towel was still around her, but had begun to loosen on its own. Now that she was actually enjoying physical contact with these men, Lily decided to stop pretending like this was still an innocent situation, and quit fighting so hard against it.

She allowed her towel to fall to either side of her. Her body glistened with sweat, and Richard’s eyes took their time moving from her legs, to her stomach, to her breasts, and finally back down to where she had soaked through the fabric between her legs. Lily was surprised to find that his stare turned her on even more, and she wanted to give him a better view. As his hands moved slowly up to massage her thighs, she moved her left foot to open her legs. His towel caught under her foot and his erection sprung free, brushing against her ankle. She bit her lip and spread her legs even more, opening herself to him as she gazed at his hard-on.

She felt Peter’s hands move to lightly trace the front of her collar bone, it felt amazingly sensual and she felt her nipples get hard instantly. Suddenly she could feel his warm breath on her neck as his lips started gently kissing down her neck. He kissed her lightly, and she felt his tongue graze her sensitive skin. His hands moved from her shoulders down to the strings in the middle of her back, and before she knew it her bikini was hanging loosely over her chest. He repeated the action at the back of her neck, and her top slid down her body and onto the floor. Her hands moved instinctively up to cover her breasts, and as they did, Peter reached around and placed his hands on top of hers. She turned her head and he moved his lips to hers. As they kissed, she slid her hands slowly away, letting his replace them and savoring the sensation of his warm hands on her hard nipples. She leaned back into him as he squeezed her breasts with slightly more force, she could hear a deep moan exit under his breath. Her hand found its way up his leg until she found his stiff cock, and wrapped her fingers around it. He inhaled sharply as she tightened her grip, fingers barely touching he was so thick, and began to move up and down the length of him.

Richard had abandoned the illusion of massaging her feet, and was now kissing her thigh while pressing one hand against her soaked, barely covered pussy and stroking himself with the other. She opened her legs even wider than before, and arched her back so that she pressed back into his touch. The fabric was slick with her juices, and slipped against her lips as she moved. She had never been with two men at once before, and the abundance of stimulation was almost overwhelming.

Peter broke off their Escort Belek kiss, and looked into her eyes for a few seconds before smiling and leaning back against the wall. She knew what he wanted from her, and she wanted it just as badly as he did. She had always enjoyed sucking cock. She loved making her lover feel good, but along with that, she loved the taste and the feel of it, and it always turned her on. She turned over, got on her hands and knees, and with one hand regained her grasp on Peter’s shaft. Lily bent her head down, and began to tease his swollen head with her tongue, swirling it in circles as her hand moved slowly up and down. Once she had teased him sufficiently, she hungrily took Peter into her mouth, soliciting a faint groan from him, and felt Richard begin to remove the remaining half of her bikini. He tugged it down, revealing her full, round ass and swollen, soaked pussy lips before letting it fall down around her knees.

As Lily skillfully worked the large cock in front of her, she enjoyed the sensation of two large hands taking hold of her ass, massaging her as he planted kisses first on her lower back, then down each cheek. She tingled with anticipation as his hot breath crept closer to her dripping slit, and she was eager to feel his tongue part her lips. Instead, Richard kissed his way between her cheeks, and began to run his tongue around the edge of her asshole. The jolt of pleasure that ran through her body was just as surprising to Lily as the action itself. She had enjoyed a touch there in the past when she was in the right mood, but the touch was always her own. No man she had been with had ever done that, and she had never thought to ask them, but at this moment, she could hardly believe how good it felt as Richard began to push his tongue into her.

Lily could feel a river begin to run between her legs, and as she started to take Peter deeper with her mouth, her hand moved from his shaft to her swollen clit, slick with her juices. She could barely touch herself at first, she was so sensitive, but she slowly increased pressure until she was moving in swift circles. Richard’s fingers had barely pushed inside her and grazed her G-spot when she got the orgasm she had been needing all day. Despite it coming so quickly, the buildup and multiple forms of stimulation caused her body to shake uncontrollably, and a loud moan was stifled by the cock pushing its way into her throat. The walls of her pussy clenched repeatedly around the fingers insider her, and she felt her juices run down the inside of her thighs. She rode the waves of electricity that coursed through her, and she shivered when they finally subsided, leaving her with a tingly feeling all over.

Far from being sated, Lily found that this first orgasm only fueled her desire for more. Luckily, her two new friends craved more as well. She had barely noticed that Richard had removed his tongue and fingers from their respective holes, but now she felt the tip of a thick cock circling around her pussy. She was soaked, and needed to be filled so badly that he had barely slipped into her entrance when she pushed back, burying him to the hilt inside of her. As his stiff cock slid deep inside her without any resistance, she immediately felt that fullness she craved so badly. He was large enough to completely fill her up, leaving no extra space. She loved that feeling so much that even when he reached the end of her tunnel she continued to push into him even harder. As Richard fell into a rhythm behind her with his hands firmly on her hips, she returned her hand to Peter’s shaft, giving her throat a break as she stroked his full length. She lifted her head to look him in the eye, and he smiled at her before putting his hand on her cheek and kissing her. He smiled at her, before turning his body and laying on his back on the bench. Still being fucked from behind, Lily looked down at the cock pointing up at her, and decided that she wanted to tease him a bit.

She took him in her hand, and flicked her tongue lightly over the swollen head. She then ran her tongue down the bottom side of his shaft and over his balls, before taking one into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, causing a loud groan to escape from Peter. She loved giving pleasure almost as much as getting it. Wanting to make sure Richard was enjoying himself too, she decided to give him a little show, and reached back behind her to slap her ass a few times as he fucked her. While she continued to work Peter with her mouth, she lifted her hand from her ass cheek up towards Richard’s mouth, and he leaned in, taking a few of her fingers into her mouth. Wet with his saliva, she brought her fingers down, first pushing one, then two into her tight ass. With her own fingers inside her, she could feel his cock through the thin wall of her pussy, and the increased fullness felt incredible. She began to move them in and out, and soon she felt another orgasm approaching. Afraid she couldn’t take much more, and not wanting to be done quite yet, she slid her fingers out of her ass and leaned forward, releasing the thick cock from her clenching pussy. She stood up and turned to face the two men. She wanted to fully savor the situation, and she loved that they couldn’t take their eyes off her body. She ran her left hand up to her breasts, her right down to her clit, and for a few seconds, she masturbated standing there in the sauna with both Richard and Peter watching her, stroking themselves.

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Slowly I recovered from the wonderful climax that Nan and Judy had provided. It’s difficult to articulate how I was feeling: warm, satisfied, cared for, mellow, but most of all virile. Somehow Judy and Nan helped me get to the closest chair. As I seated myself, Judy headed for the kitchen to get wine glasses. Nan laid out in a recliner near me. This gave me my first opportunity to get a good look at my new friend. I guessed she is about 5ft 4in. She’s trim with only a few extra pounds. Her black hair extends about half way down her back and is matched by a neatly trimmed hair around her vagina. Nam has relatively small breasts that hang low on her chest. Her areoles are a dark brown in color and feature nipples that stand out almost an inch. Despite these sexy details, by far her best feature is her face. She has dark, almost black eyes and a huge smile, highlighted by very white teeth and beautiful full lips. Oh those lips! As I thought about her, I remembered the exquisite feeling of those lips wrapped around my cock. Nan is beautiful. She could be a magazine model.

My increasingly horny thoughts of Nan were interrupted by Judy’s approach. What an impressive vision she is, carrying three Waterford Chrystal wine goblets. Judy is about 5ft 10 in. She has muscular arms and legs. You can see at a glance that she is a natural as a masseuse. She has large, beautiful breasts that probably hang a little lower on her chest than they did 40 years ago, but gravity takes its toll on all of us. Her short blonde hair accents her blue eyes. Her smile is almost mesmerizing. Watching Judy cross the patio from the Kitchen to our table, I am struck at how confident she is. She is in charge. She is happy in her own skin.

Nan was the first to speak. “Oh Judy, thanks so much for sharing! This is a fun evening.”

“No need to share. I brought plenty of wine!”

Judy began to laugh uncontrollably. “She not talking about the wine, Jack. She talking about you! Now lets get two of those bottles open. Chardonnay for Nan. White Zen for you and me.”

I took this opportunity to excuse myself. I grabbed my kit bag and headed to Alanya escort the bathroom. I could tell that this evening wasn’t over yet and that it would most likely be physically draining, so to speak. After a quick bio break, I washed the sweat off, splashed some cologne on my face and arms, and downed a couple of Viagra. I rejoined the ladies on the patio.

.Someone had poured two glasses of White Zin and a glass of Chardonnay. I handed out the wine and raised my glass. “Ladies,, here’s to great friends and mind blowing sex!”

Judy chimed in, “It’s not your mind I want to blow.” We all laughed. The Viagra began to kick in and my cock jumped in anticipation.

After some small talk and another glass of wine, Judy suggested that we adjourn to the hot tub. We agreed and Nan led the way. We all climbed into the Jacuzzi. “Here Jack, sit between us.” I did so and the two ladies cuddled up one on each side of me. As I settled into my seat I immediately felt four hands begin to caress various parts of my body. Nam began to stroke one of my shoulders and pet my hardening cock. Thank God for Viagra!

Judy had an arm around my neck and one stroking my thigh. Judy moved her mouth to my ear, “Do you like my choice of friends tonight? Nan is fascinated with your cock. She can’t take her eyes off of it. She really want’s to fuck you. And I want to watch and help us all cum again.”

Nan moved her lips to my other ear, “Oh Jack, I’m so happy that Judy invited both of us here tonight. You have such a beautiful cock. I can’t leave it alone. Please let me fuck you.”

That was a strange way to say it. I was expecting that I would carry her out of the hot tub. Lay her on her back on one of the sun chair recliners. Hold her legs over her head and drive my cock deep into her cunt. What did this little minx have in mind?

“Oh Nan, you had me at hello.” I quoted an old movie line I had heard somewhere. “And now you can have me any why you choose!”

Judy and Nan each took one of my arms and eased me toward the hot tub stairs. The air felt cool after the tub. They led me to Judy’s play area. Alanya escort bayan This is an inflatable pad about 10 feet square off to the side of the pool. “Lay here Jack.” They eased me down onto the pad, on my back. Nan crawled between my legs. By now my cock was rock hard (At least as hard as it gets!) Nan took it gently in her hands and began to slowly stroke it. She reached between her legs and scooped up some of her own fluid and brought it to my cock. Then she moved up my body and positioned her dripping pussy over my cock. She manipulated my cock so that it laid along her protruding pussy lips and she began to slide herself on my cock from base to tip. When she reached the tip, just when I expected to feel it slip into her warm slick tunnel, she stopped and returned toward the base. This was exquisite torture. I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready to fuck in my entire life!

I had lost sight of Judy while my mind concentrated on Nan’s ministrations to my cock. Then I felt her warmth at my head. She gently laid my head back on the pad and positioned herself with one leg on each side of my head. She began to massage my torso, moving her hands from my chest to my cock. When she got to my cock, I could feel her move her hand to Nan’s clit and tweak it. Every time Judy contacted Nan’s clit, Nam would moan, “Oh Judy, that feels so good.

Nan finally relented and on one of her approaches to the head of my cock, she moved just far enough for it to slip inside. Slowly she slid my cock into her pussy. “Oh Jack, I knew this would be good, but it is even better than I expected.” The pleasure was overwhelming. I wanted to thrust my cock into Nam faster and harder. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum right now! When Nan felt my attempts to thrust faster and deeper, she admonished me, “No Jack! I said I wanted to fuck you. Just lay back and enjoy this. I’m in control.”

“Yes Jack! Let go. We are in control.” With that Judy moved her pussy forward passed my eyes and nose and settled it on my mouth. I extended my tongue and began to swab the inside of her pussy. Judy was dripping wet. I had never experienced Escort Alanya anything like this before. I couldn’t see anything. Judy’s nether regions had my eyes completely blindfolded. Any sound was muffled by Judy’s legs which had a firm grip on my head. I had difficulty getting enough air, although that just seem to intensify the experience. I could smell Judy’s intoxicating scent. I could feel her dripping wet slippery pussy. The overwhelming sensation that I felt was Nan’s pussy slowly massaging my cock. She seemed to be able to tell whenever I was about to cum. She would slow down even more and wait till the urge subsided. I was approaching sensory overload. I felt like my skin was electrified. I felt the hair on my body stand up. Oh my God! This is fucking fantastic!

Judy must have leaned forward to get closer to Nan, because she tilted her pelvis forward which brought her clit in contact with my lips. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it as deep into my mouth as I could. I could tell that Judy enjoyed this by the way she tightened her legs and I think I heard her shriek.

The level of moaning increased as we all three neared our climaxes. Judy was the first to cum. She mashed her pussy down on my mouth even harder. Then she jumped off my body and turned around and began a series of deep French kisses.

Now I could hear Nan! She was moaning and babbling about how good it was. She was still fucking me slowly And she was enjoying it tremendously. “Oh yes! Yes! Yessssssssssssss! Oh fuck this is so good! Oh God I’m cummmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!”

She tightened her pussy walls on my cock. I could feel my toes curl. My entire body flexed and tightened. And then it happened! I began to shoot. Involuntarily I yelled out, “Oh Fuck I’m cumming toooooooo. Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yesssssssssssss!” Spurt after spurt shot out of my cock and blasted into Nan’s waiting pussy. Her insides became even wetter, if that was possible. It was almost like an out of body experience. I pushed my cock as deep into Nan as I could. My entire body tensed for what seemed like a long time. Then I relaxed.

“Oh Nan, come lay beside me! I want to feel your body next to me.” And so the evening ended. Judy on one side; Nan on the other; and an exhausted Jack in the middle. We cuddled and slept like that for hours.

Thank you Judy! Friends with benefits is a fantastic concept!

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