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Dave, Suzi and Muriel

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Thanks for stopping bye. This is Dave’s 3rd story and it continues his development and blossoming. Hopefully it stands on his own but if you want you can read the first two stories first. It’s a longer story with plenty of sex at the end, hopefully I can keep you entertained till then.

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After our very enjoyable naked evening drinking beer, talking shit and generally relaxing with our flat mate Mary, me and Suzi were lain in bed in a wonderful post coital haze. We had only been a couple for a few weeks and what with us both being up to our tonsils in college work this was only the fourth time we had slept together.

“I needed that.” Said Suzi

“What?”

“A good shag.”

“A What?” I said, quite taken aback by Suzi’s bold use of language.

“A good shag, a good seeing to, a good rogering.”

“Alright I get it.” I said, interrupting her in full flow. She was in kinks, enjoying her use of language and my obvious discomfort.

“You’re so funny Dave, for someone who happily walks around with no clothes on and with his knob standing up like a flag pole most of the time, why does me saying I enjoyed a good shag bother you?”

“It doesn’t bother me, it just surprised me.” I said defensively.

Suzi was in full flow now, sitting up and nearly shouting, “I like fucking, I like shagging, I like…”

I sat up next to her and put my finger to her lips, “would you like another good shag?”

“Yes please.”

I was first up the next morning and brought two cups of coffee back to bed, trying to put off the time when we’d have to start revising again. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door and knowing that Mary was the only other one in the house we both shouted, “come in.”

Mary bounced into the room wearing just a small t-shirt that barely covered her bum and her big boobs were bouncing around freely. She sat on my side of the bed and took the coffee cup from my hands

“Thanks, I could do with that.” She said with a smirk. I looked to Suzi for moral support who just smiled and told me to go and make another one. I would have but Suzi was sitting there with most of her own gorgeous small boobs exposed, and with sitting down Mary’s shirt had risen up a little and I could just make out a little bit of pubic hair sticking out from between her closed legs. The combination of the two sights and my own youthful libido caused me to have a raging hard on and I felt very self conscious and guilty, what with Mary being gay and also a very good friend.

I think Suzi sensed my discomfort straight away but instead of helping the situation she pulled the covers off as much as she could, only Mary sitting on the bed stopping her pulling the covers off completely.

“See the effect you’re having on him again Mary.”

“I think it’s you.”

“I think it’s you.”

“No it’s you.”

They both thought they were very funny and I decided to go and get another coffee before I could be asked which one was giving me the horn. As I climbed out of bed, my hard-on only slightly softened Mary managed to slap my bum hard, “ouch!” More laughter.

When I returned, my dick thankfully back to normal I heard Suzi say, “no you didn’t, did you!” Mary just smiled and nodded.

“Didn’t do what?” I asked. They both looked a bit sheepish.

“Are you going to tell him?” Suzi said, looking at a reddening Mary

“No I can’t, it’s embarrassing.”

I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable but a bit of me guessed that she really did want to share whatever bit of salacious gossip they had been discussing.

“Come on, tell me.” Mary went an even deeper red, “I’m stood here bollock naked, Suzi’s flashing her boobs at me and I can see your fanny, nowhere to hide secrets.” A very silly logic I know, but it sounded right at the time.

Suzi pulled the sheet up and Mary made a feeble attempt to pull her shirt down, only causing her boobs to seem more prominent and noticeable underneath the taught shirt. I just stared and smiled and when Mary noticed she just said, “fuck it” letting go of her shirt, causing it to ride up even more than it had been. I climbed back under the covers, one to not be standing with my dick bouncing around only a few feet from Mary’s head but also to hide my growing arousal. Settling down I said, “now, where were we?”

Mary spoke, “after you two went to bed last night I phoned Geri.”

I nodded, thinking what’s so unusual or shocking about phoning your girlfriend. Dropping her eyes a bit, Mary continued “and we ended up having phone sex.”

I was a bit confused, this was the late eighties, way before mobiles were everywhere and also I was fairly innocent and had never heard of phone sex. I just nodded and smiled, not wanting to show my ignorance.

“And there’s more isn’t there you little hussy.” Said Suzi, laughing .

“I ended up using the phone to masturbate.” Mary said, a big smile crossing her face, mobil porno “it was wonderful.”

“Wow.” Was all I could manage, the girls smiling like Chesire cats. Something then dawned on me.

“The phone is in the living room.”

Mary nodded, her smile getting even wider, a look of pride overtaking any embarrassment that may have been there.

“You’re right she is a hussy.” I said, all of us laughing and enjoying both our collective and individual burgeoning sexuality.

Confession: it was a long while before I realized that phone sex involved talking dirty on the phone and not just frigging yourself off with it.

Before she left our bedroom Mary said, “I think we should all study at home today in the nude, it’ll be more fun and stop us stressing so much.”

“I’m up for it.” Said Suzi, “although Dave might find it too distracting.” With this she giggled, lowered the sheet and shook her boobs at me. Not to be outdone I lifted the sheet so she could see my growing erection “Not if you help me get rid of this first.”

“And I thought I was the tart.” Mary laughed before getting up and leaving the room, a lovely flash of the bottom half of her bum grabbing my attention and causing Suzi to punch me on the arm.

It was a lovely day, light hearted banter breaking the monotony of study and all of us sat naked in the living room, books and legs spread everywhere. I say legs because at one point Suzi sat cross legged in a sort of yoga pose, causing her bare pussy lips to be spread to their maximum, giving both me and Mary a right eye full. She acted all innocent and just placed a book across her lap, but I’m sure she knew what she was doing.

Around 4 the phone rang and I got up and answered it. It was Geri, Mary’s girlfriend and after some small talk I passed it to Mary, putting my hand over the receiver and asking her if they needed some privacy or could we stay and watch.

“Piss off.” Answered a reddening Mary.

After she came off the phone Mary said that Geri was coming over and that if we wanted they would cook us all some supper. I said I thought it was a great idea and then waited for the inevitable “Dave will you go to the shops and get a few things.”

I didn’t really mind and the walk and fresh air would do me good. When I returned with the makings of a spag bol I stripped off again and made a half hearted attempt to resume studying. Geri bounced in around six having come straight from work. She was full of beans and on great form, obviously exited to see Mary. She walked into the living room with a big smile and a “woohoo, a room full of nudies.” And quickly proceeded to strip herself. As I’ve said before nudity wasn’t in of itself sexual for me, but Geri was a stunning, petite redhead who was so comfortable with herself and her body that I found it amazingly erotic and if I’m honest, downright horny.

It was my turn to use a text book for cover and as Mary and Geri left for the kitchen I looked at Suzi who gave me a dirty look, obviously not impressed with me being so aroused. I stood up and knelt in front of the sofa where she was sat, my dick nearly touching my belly button I was so horny “She’s a sexy, beautiful girl and it turned me on watching her undress, even if it wasn’t for my benefit. But you’re the only one I want and make me hornier than anyone.”

Looking at Suzi she obviously wasn’t convinced and I leaned in to kiss her and then completely out of character for me I decided to pull her arse towards the edge of the sofa and using my shoulders to spread her legs I buried my face into her gorgeous shaven fanny. This got me a few moans and then a clout round the ear “Stop it, they might come back.”

I lifted my head, a silly cheesy grin on my face “By the look and taste of you I wasn’t the only one who was turned on.” Which got me a clout around the other ear.

The food was delicious and as we sat around chatting Geri said to Mary “did you tell them about the job?”

“Oh I forgot.”

“What job?” we asked in unison

“I was telling Mary on the phone last night about a job the might suit you, you particularly Dave and she was meant to tell you this morning.”

“I think her mind was on other things this morning.” I said with a smirk, getting daggers off of Mary.

“Anyway.” She continued “do you remember me telling you about my parents both being naturists and being members of a naturist club.” I nodded “well I was telling them about you and how we all ended up in the buff here one evening and how you loved to be nude but didn’t know much about the nudist scene and so on.” Geri was on a roll, I just nodded again “Anyway, they said that there was a job going at their naturist club for the summer, not much money but full board and you can be naked whenever you want, weather permitting of course.”

“Sounds amazing, what would I be doing?”

“General dogs body I suppose, mowing the grass, cleaning the pool, paint a few fences, even cleaning some of the chalets. Normally alman porno people look after their own chalets but some rent them out and the club arranges for them to be cleaned between guests, fresh towels etc.”

“Dave’s not very good at cleaning.” Said Suzi, both her and Mary laughing.

“That’s because I have you and Mary to do it for me.” I shot back

“In your dreams.”

“Also.” Geri continued “you’d have your own cabin so Suzi can stay whenever she wants, although I don’t think there’s enough money for both you to work. Also I was thinking that if me and Mary visit she might stay with you, my parents know I’m gay but I don’t know how they’d feel about us both sleeping together in their chalet.”

“You seem to have it all worked out.” I said laughing “it actually sounds brilliant, can you tell your parents I’m definitely interested in finding out more.”

“Great, I’ll phone them in a bit and tell them.”

I just sat there with a silly smile on my face, Mary looked at me and said “I know that silly smile, come on out with it, what you thinking?”

“I was just imagining you three gorgeous girls sun bathing naked and me being the hunky handy man who you couldn’t resist.”

“In your dreams.” They all said together

Geri arranged for me to go down the week after my exams for a look around and an informal interview.

The weekend after my exams finished I headed home to see my folks who I hadn’t seen in a while. I didn’t give too many details only that I had an offer of a summer job as a handy man in Sussex. They got a right laugh out of the thought of me as a handy man, god only knows what they would have thought if they knew it was a naked handyman.

It turned out that the camp was only twenty miles from where Suzi’s parents lived and as she was also eager to suss things out she arranged to meet me at the local train station on Tuesday afternoon where Muriel and Jim, the owners, would collect us.

As I say this was before mobile phones but miraculously everyone turned up at the right place, at the right time, as they nearly always did back then. As it so happens only Muriel collected us, explaining that Jim hadn’t been so well.

She seemed like a really nice, friendly person, greeting us both with a light peck on the cheek, very un-English. From her accent I imagined that she was quite posh, she was certainly well spoken. She wore a long flowing skirt and a mans shirt under a light, loose jumper. Her long, fine hair was tied back, little streaks of grey just visible but the most noticeable thing was her eyes and cheekbones. Her eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen, a light, but at the same time, deep blue. I immediately thought of Don McCleans song Vincent and wondered if this was what china blue eyes looked like. She had very high, classically English cheek bones and a slightly pointy nose but the whole effect was stunning. I guessed that she was in her forties or early fifties and even though I couldn’t notice any Make-up she appeared radiant, particularly when she smiled.

Suzi must have felt the same because even before we got to the car she said “Muriel I hope you don’t mind me saying but you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met, you’re breathtaking.”

“Thank you dear that’s very kind of you to say so, I don’t think I’m much to look at these days but I could turn some heads when I was younger.”

“You still can, you’re a very beautiful lady.” I chirped in

“Thank you David, you two seem like a lovely young couple, just what we need to freshen up the place.” Only my mother called me David anymore but it seemed right coming from Muriel. With that we reached her car. I don’t know that I was expecting a Rolls-Royce but nor was I expecting the beat up old Ford Fiesta that Muriel was driving. To my surprise it started first time and on the short drive over to the camp Muriel gave us some history and background.

Her and Jim had founded the camp in 1968 on some land Jim had been left. They were both hippies and into free love and peace.

“Things were fairly wild in the early days I can tell you.” Muriel said with a far away look

“I bet, I’ve read a few articles about those times.” I said smiling.

She went onto explain that as they got a little older and their friends drifted away to have families and start sensible jobs they found themselves at a loose end.

“We always loved being naked and walking around free so we came up with the idea of opening a formal nudist/naturist holiday camp, where folks could be free to wander away from prying eyes and amongst friends. Some of our old hippie friends came back, children in tow and we made lots of new friends, folk who had been looking for just what we were offering. The late seventies and early eighties were wonderful, we were busy and we had a wonderful few years. Now all their children have grown up and find our sort of place a bit staid, wanting bright lights and disco’s alexis texas porno more than they do ping pong and bingo.”

We both laughed and nodded before Muriel continued “we still have our old customers but even those that own chalets only stay for short periods, preferring the continent rather than here. And then at Christmas Jim got ill and I’ve been struggling since then.”

Before she could say anymore we arrived at the campsite. My first impressions were of amazing greenness, green grass, green edges, green trees. To my city boy eyes this looked like the garden of Eden, albeit a very unkempt garden of Eden.

Jim came to greet us as the car stopped and it was obvious that he had had something like a stroke, walking with a stick and one hand held spastically into his side.

“Jim this is David and Suzi that I was telling you about, they’ve come to see if they would like to work here.”

Jim barely glanced at me before turning to Suzi and virtually undressing her with his eyes “Young totty,” is what I think he said, although it wasn’t clear, Muriel blushed a bit before saying “Jim that isn’t appropriate. You’ll have to excuse him, the stroke has caused a bit of a change in personality as well as the more obvious effects. Jim was always a bit saucy but now seems to have no filter.”

I wanted to laugh but was worried Suzi might be offended. Thankfully she took it in her stride saying “not to worry Muriel, I hear much worse at college everyday and at home.” Giving me a look and causing Muriel to smile.

“Let me show you around the place and then we can talk about the job.”

There were sixty five chalets most two bed but a few three and only ten were owned by long term members, the rest belonging to the site and rented out. There was what looked like two outside swimming pools that were covered and various green areas where guests could walk, play games or bbq. There were lots of hedges providing privacy and working as wind breaks and some lovely flower beds, all a bit overgrown.

When we finished the tour Muriel invited us into a brick lodge near the front gates that turned out to be their home as well as the reception. She offered us soup that she had made earlier which was delicious. After the soup Muriel asked us what we thought of the place. We both said we thought it was lovely. We then talked about the job and I explained that I thought it was only for one person. She said that was her initial plan but now thought it needed two as she didn’t have the time or energy to both look after Jim and do all the administration that was needed and all the work that was needed on the site.

We explained that neither of us new anything about gardening apart from cutting grass and maybe trimming edges. She said not to worry as gardening was what kept her sane and she would continue to look after the flower beds. We then got onto the subject of nudity.

“Have you been nudist very long?” Muriel asked

“I have, secretly for a few years, but only really got into it these last few months.”

“And I’ve only been doing it a few weeks but I’m really enjoying it.” Suzi said and it was music to my ears.

“That’s wonderful, we have a hot tub near the swimming pool, we could have a dip and talk about the ghastly subject of money if you like.”

I don’t think that either me or Suzi had ever been in a hot tub but before we could say anything Muriel stood up and started undressing. We both looked at each other a little shocked but then shrugged our shoulders and stood up also.

Muriel was naked in no time at all, wearing no underwear under her skirt or shirt and jumper, she threw her clothes on the chair and boldly stood there, almost inviting our stares as we undressed.

She was a beautiful woman, small breasts with a little sag offset by her perfect posture, she had long nipples which seemed quite erect as if she was enjoying this. Her belly was flat and she had almost boyish slim hips and long, toned legs with a thick thatch of dark hair in between them. I think both me and Suzi must have been staring as we seemed to have stopped undressing.

Muriel just stood there with a friendly, open smile on her face, perfectly happy in her own body and space and welcoming us into it without challenging or threatening us. I was the next to be nude, coyly removing my underpants as I had a semi stiffy, brought on by my excitement at the situation but also enticed by the site of Muriel. I found it incredibly hot having this beautiful woman look at me, and I was unable to stop myself getting harder and bigger.

“I can see you enjoy being naked.” Muriel said to me, still smiling as she looked me up and down. I must of reddened because she said, “don’t be embarrassed, you have a beautiful body and if I may say so, a very beautiful cock.”

I managed a croaked, “thanks.”

Suzi was stood in her underwear watching the two of us. I’m not sure if she was waiting for our attention or gobsmacked by the whole situation. As we looked at her she slowly removed her bra and put her shoulders back, smiling, her gorgeous 34b’s (I only know this from looking at her bra) jutting out proudly, her nipples as hard as I had ever seen them.

I couldn’t help myself, saying, “you’re beautiful.”

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Roman Holiday – The Wager Ch. 04

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The author would like to remind readers that this is a work of escapist fiction, not intended to be a real-world endorsement of questionable sexual deviancy.

It has also been (credibly) pointed out this may be better classified under a non-BDSM category, so at some point it may be moved. I love BDSM, and power games, which I consider this to be.

With that, I hope you enjoy this last installment of The Wager.

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The second man steps into Scarlet’s view and she feels herself blush from head to toe. If he is bothered by Roman’s nakedness, it doesn’t show. She recognizes him from the bar – though she hadn’t taken much time to look at him, then. She does now, eyes darting from Roman, then back to Walter. He is shorter than her host, but only by a couple inches. His full hair is perfectly arranged and frames his face nicely – dark with faint grey hair peppering throughout. He sports a patch of hair on his chin, forming a point, and it reminds her of 17th century paintings.

The newcomer favors her with a wry smile and she knows at once that she will not be getting help from this man.

“Take off your coat,” Roman tells the man, clapping him on the shoulder. “Stay for a minute.”

Walter gives a nod, and as he shrugs out of his coat Scarlet can see a bulge forming in his pants. She watches him in silent horror as he turns to hang up the garment. Her eyes dart back to Roman and she feels her stomach clench with the look he returns. His face smooths out in a smile and he finds his seat. When Walter returns, he motions for the man to join him at the chair on the other side of the table. “Thirsty?”

“No sir,” Walter answers, his gaze assessing the view before him. Scarlet is sitting up stiffly, doing her best to cover herself in a way that doesn’t seem terribly obvious. She is failing. His eyebrows arch when he spys the plug and gag on the floor. “You used the plug,” he turns his attention to Roman. “You must like her.”

Roman gives a smirk and a shrug at the man’s words. “It was her first time.”

“Still,” Walter intones and they share a look that even Scarlet can tell conveys something more than what is being spoken.

Scarlet’s phone buzzes in Roman’s hand and he looks down at it. “My,” he says when the screen lights up. “You are very popular. Eight messages, and three missed calls.”

Scarlet looks at her phone in his hand – glad to see it, but knows it is useless to her at this point.

“Shall we let them know you are okay?” He wonders, fixing her with an expectant look.

She thinks about how she must look – tied to the floor, matted hair and collar digging into her skin. She doesn’t feel ‘okay’, but she is as boxed in as ever. “Yes sir,” she answers and notices Walter stir in her peripheral.

Roman hands the phone to his counterpart, “Have her unlock it.” He orders.

Walter takes the device and closes the space between he and the woman. He holds the phone close to her hands and pushes the button to activate the lock screen. “You heard the man,” he tells her when she only gapes at him.

She looks to the phone and can see the preview of the last message. “Seriously if you don’t answer I am calling the cops.” It is from her roommate. Scarlet swallows hard, wishing she could reach what was left of the water. Both hands move in unison to reach the phone. She unlocks it with a pattern on the lock screen, and before she can tap the messages icon, Walter pulls the device away from her reach.

“What should we say to calm your friend down?” Roman asks, then becomes more direct. “Dictate. Walter will transcribe.”

Walter gives a nod at this, tapping the screen and waits, still crouched beside her.

Scarlet considers, fully aware that being deceptive is not an option with Roman. She knows he would be able to spot any attempts to be clever. “Say ‘Sorry’,” She instructs and then adds, “Put a few exclamation marks,” she editorializes as she tries to verify what he’s writing by leaning forward to look. “‘I got lucky at the game. In more ways than one. I’ll be home sometime tomorrow.'”

Walter pauses his tapping on the screen and turns his head to regard Roman. He is smirking and gives a nod of approval. He is amused at her choice of words and the insight into how she is with a friend. Walter gives a light shrug, and then finishes typing out the message.

“Show it to her,” Roman instructs.

Walter turns the phone so Scarlet can read what he’s written. It’s word for word, including four exclamation points after ‘sorry’. She nods, and Walter pulls it away and taps ‘send.’

“Very good,” Roman is nodding to himself, and Walter returns to his seat, setting the phone on the table between them. “While your friend is very thoughtful, that could have gotten unpleasant.”

Scarlet nods vacantly, glad that he allowed her to include the part where she would be home tomorrow. She knows most of the men at the Side Escort poker game will remember her, and that she had been with Roman at the end of the night. In that regard, she feels she is not totally screwed if she doesn’t get out of here at daybreak as promised.

“Pet,” his voice rumbles, pulling her sharply from her introspection. “I am talking to you.”

Her chest tightens at his words, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t hear you.” She answers quickly, feeling worry ripple up her back. His look of displeasure is not immediately withdrawn.

“I said it would be rude for you not to thank Walter for fetching your phone.”

“Yes sir,” the words spill out and she looks to Walter with earnest. “Thank you, sir.”

“That is not how you thank him,” Roman cuts, barely letting her voice the sentiment. He turns his attention to the other man. “Which would you like – her mouth or her pussy?”

Scarlet shifts where she is sitting, barely repressing her first instinct which is to pull on the leather to test its strength. Where would she go, assuming a miracle occured and she could outrun them? Naked into the snowy streets of Boston? No, she was in it for the duration.

Walter is giving her an appraising look. “Her mouth, sir.” He answers after some thought.

Roman nods and holds out his hand as an invitation to proceed.

Walter grins – for the first time showing teeth.

Scarlet grips the strip of leather that leads from her wrists to the loop and feels herself involuntarily scooting back as Walter moves from his chair, taking unhurried strides to stand in front of her.

“Don’t say I didn’t get you anything for Christmas,” Roman says, pleased when Walter moves to stand to the side so he can get a full view, watching their profiles against the firelight.

“Thank you, sir.” Walter nearly growls as his eyes turn down to look at Scarlet’s upturned face. She finds a strange amount of comfort in the fact Walter addresses Roman in the same way she does. That doesn’t change the fact he is about to use her mouth to get off, but she will take what comfort she can.

“I want you both on your knees.” Roman instructs, making it clear that Walter isn’t entirely in control of the situation, either.

Scarlet moves first, shifting so she can get her knees under her and braces her hands under her to hold her weight forward. Walter continues to stand as he unbuckles his belt and unzips, pulling himself from the confines of his pants a moment later. She is looking down now, and he waits until she lifts her gaze to him again before giving himself a stroke and lowering to his knees. His hand slips into her matted hair and her scalp feels the tension as his grip tightens.

Her eyes are drawn to his cock – long, but not as thick as Roman’s. He gives himself another stroke, and then she feels the soft skin of his hard erection slap one cheek, and then the other. Her flush deepens. “How are her oral skills, sir?” Walter asks over his shoulder.

“Do as you like,” is Roman’s only response. He is still displeased with her inattention from before, and knows Walter’s preferences.

Walter gives a shudder, presses himself to her half parted lips and buries himself in her throat with some urgency. She gags, finding the first intrusion usually the worst. Instead of pulling out to the tip as Roman enjoys doing, he pumps with short thrusts, nestling his cock into the tightest part of her.

Scarlet swallows as she has learned to do and hears him give a moan of appreciation. His cock is warm and she can feel it pulse. Not a vampire, she thinks, when she can think.

Both hands grip her as he uses her mouth, letting his head fall back at the exquisite feeling her her throat squeezing him, unable to expand past the tight collar around her neck. He thinks about how he’d watched her all night – flirting and flaunting her beauty, thinking she was untouchable. This last thought makes an excited rumble of a laugh escape him, mixing easily with the sounds of her gagging.

Roman drinks in the sight of them – Walter arching forward and Scarlet’s back rolling as she struggles to take him. His eyes are drawn to her ass as it moves up and down, side to side, her body trying to give her some relief. He slips from his chair and is behind her in quick succession, kicking her legs apart and lowers himself to his knees between them. Her hips are still moving, so it takes a moment to find her opening and push in, effectively trapping her between them.

The men share a look before Roman begins to pump in and out of her in time with Walter’s thrusts.

Between them, Scarlet’s eyes are wide – she’s never been with two men at once, adding to her night of firsts. Her eyes water as her body is rocked forward and then back – Walter’s thrusts pushing her back into Roman, and then Roman’s weight pushing her forward to take in the length of Walter’s warm cock. She closes her eyes and recalls Roman’s earlier order Manavgat Escort to relax and feels her muscles slack. She’s being held in place as it is – no need for her to participate in that work. The redirection of focus allows her to enjoy Roman’s cock filling her up, and she feels herself tense around him.

Roman’s grip tightens at the same time a whimper escapes Walter.

“Sir,” Walter breathes – and he is nearly out of breath, unlike Roman who seems to never tire. “Please sir may I cum on her face?” he pleads, bringing Scarlet back from her relaxed acceptance. She tenses and he lets out another whine of anticipation.

“Yes,” Roman growls, continuing to pump into her even as Walter withdraws and strokes himself furiously with one hand, holding her face up to him with the other.

“Keep your mouth open,” Walter instructs, and when her lips part wide, he explodes, hot cum hitting her cheeks and brow. He lets out a cry of release as the last of him is ejected, and he holds his tip to her lips so it is deposited on her tongue. He sucks in a breath has he pulls away, using a finger to scoop a spot of cum from the side of her nose and sticks his it into her mouth, “Swallow,” he tells her and from behind, Roman smashes forward as she closes her lips around his finger and sucks his taste from it, swallowing the rest. She’s decided she much prefers Roman’s taste.

Roman laughs and swats Walter’s hand away from her hair. The man pulls back, and rolls onto the balls of his feet, watching them with the relaxed expression of a recently spent man. Roman grips Scarlet’s shoulder and pulls her up so she is sitting up on her knees, pressed against his chest and his cock paused in her. He guides her hands to her own pussy, the leather strap pulled tight and beginning to nestle in between her lips. He covers her hand with his, pushing her fingers into her mound and searches until they find her clit. He guides her to rub the pink nub herself, and speaks into her ear, “Pleasure yourself, pet. But you are not to stop, or cum, until I do.”

“Yes sir,” She gasps, feeling her walls tighten dangerously around his cock.

He gives a grunt and pulls away from her, leaving her on her knees and touching herself in favor of joining Walter. He grabs the man by his hair, pulling him up on his knees and bends down to crush his lips into the other man’s. The kiss is possessive, and while Walter’s neck is bent at a painful angle, he moans nonetheless, his cock twitching in response.

Roman releases, and in the next breath, is kneeling and pulling Walter’s pants and boxers to his knees. He turns the man so they are both facing away from the fire and gives a strong shove to the spot between his shoulder blades. He’s sent forward, catching himself with his elbows on the rug and Roman has already pushed himself into his ass unapologetically.

Scarlet gasps at the sight and feels her legs begin to quiver as she continues to stroke herself, keeping herself on the edge of climax.

Roman thrusts, and she sees the extent to which he could have taken her ass.

Walter seems to like it, moaning into the floor and begs, “Sir may I touch myself?”

“Not yet,” Roman denies him, leaning forward and taking a fistful of his hair, pushing his face into the rug as he fucks him with a ferocity that alarms and arouses Scarlet. After minutes of this treatment, Roman relents, letting go of Walter’s hair and leaning back to grip his hips instead. “Now, love. But my rules apply to you, too.”

Walter nods his acknowledgement against the floor, knowing better than to move from where Roman has left him and snakes a hand under himself, finding his cock and giving it a tight squeeze.

Scarlet bucks against her restraints and bites her lip, hard. She is more than ready to let her body release, but Roman continues easily, taking a moment to look her way with a knowing, if not slightly sadistic smile. She gives him a pleading look, and her only response is Roman smacking Walter’s tight ass.

She moans, her expression dipping into one of distress as she once again fights off climax.

From the noises Walter makes, it sounds like he is in a similar situation.

Tension builds as Roman has his way with Walter, losing himself in a series of growls and grunts. Finally, after an eternity at the edge, Roman finishes with a roar, his chest heaving for the first time all night. Below him, Walter’s hips jerk as he releases, catching most of his cum in his hand and letting a long moan stretch his mouth as he presses his face into the floor.

Scarlet emits a strangled gasp, and then a sing-song like moan as she climaxes, leaning forward and convulsing as her legs tremble under her. It is in that moment, she’s not sure if she can take any more. She is trembling, tears in her eyes as her body simply gives up and she collapses into a panting heap. Her breathing slows, eyes closing without her permission as she passes out.

“I Alanya Escort think you broke her, sir.” Walter says, still under Roman but his head is turned to regard her.

“That was the idea,” Roman gives a laugh, pulls himself from Walter and claps the man on one of his cheeks. He flips the man over, a knee between his legs and moves to stretch over him, a hand on either side of his head. He lowers himself to give the man a more loving kiss, nipping at his lower lip when he pulls back. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he suggests.

“Yes sir,” Walter’s eyes dance, any jealousy he might have felt towards Scarlet melts away as Roman picks him up off the floor and leads them to their room upstairs.

Scarlet thinks she feels hands on her, running over her roughly until there is a stab between her legs, jolting her awake with a gasp. Her hands raise defensively, still bound together and her eyes flash open. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she is panting again, vision so blurred that it takes a moment of laying still for her to realize she is alone. She lets out a breath and relaxes back to the floor, letting her eyes close as she tries to master the shock of coming back into consciousness.

Her heart slows, and she becomes increasingly aware of her body’s aches and pains – most specifically the ache between her legs. Her pussy and ass throb, and she is reminded of the cause. Her body is exhausted, and she thinks that is a saving grace – it dulls the ache, and she is left with the oddly satisfying feeling of particularly athletic sex. She’s not sure that’s what she would call what had just happened to her, but the end result was strikingly similar.

Her lips part and she feels how dry her mouth is. Walter’s cum is dried on her face, and she feels it pull at her skin when she flexes her jaw. The mental image she produces of herself elicits a groan from her and she pushes her forehead into the rug, hiding her face.

The sitting room remains quiet – the fire crackling warmly at her back. She is not sure where they went, and finds that she feels a mixture of relief and anxiety at their absence. Relief that she is afforded a break from their attentions, anxiety for what might be next. Or if they’ll simply leave her there like a dog on a chain for the night.

Pet, his word for her flutters through her mind. Yes, like a dog, indeed. She looks at the knot holding her to the loop in the floor and thinks she could get it loose given enough time. For that matter, the collar was simply buckled around her neck, and her range of motion was such that it would be possible for her to free herself easily enough. She was, after all, the one who had put it on in the first place. The leather around her wrists was the problem. But she might be able to find a knife in the kitchen…

She shifts on the floor, trying to get a look towards the curtained windows. She knows from their arrival that light was able to break through them from the inside, so the opposite should be true. There are no clocks visible in the sitting room, and so it is her only gauge. She gives a grunt of disapproval when the curtains seem to show no signs of daylight.

Upstairs, Roman presses himself against Walter’s naked body, hot water showering them both from the rainhead above. He walks the man forward until his back is against the warming tile, continuing the kiss, fingers dancing along the nape of his neck.

Walter gives an appreciative moan and tilts his head in an invitation. Roman’s lips linger on Walter’s, then move to the curve of his neck. Twin points of pressure depress the skin, and then puncture it, releasing Walter’s blood into Roman’s waiting mouth. His teeth retreat, replaced with his tongue as it flicks the tiny wounds, lapping up the blood that tastes to him like a wood smoked sazerac. The vampire smiles across the man’s skin, wrapping his arms around his torso and pressing himself completely to the warm mortal. “Merry Christmas, love” he purrs, feeling another high hit him from mixing the sweet blood from his pet downstairs with the bitter taste of his companion upstairs.

“Merry Christmas, sir,” Walter returns, his fingers dancing up Roman’s sides, feeling his lean body – warm from their shared shower.

“No need for that just now,” Roman speaks against his skin, and Walter knows he means the formal title.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Walter wonders with a smile in his eyes.

“I am still having fun,” Roman says with a nip on the man’s skin that makes him shiver. “The night isn’t over yet.”

Walter laughs, “You’re insatiable.” Pointedly, he arches forward to feel Roman’s growing erection more completely against his stomach. “I haven’t seen you like this in years. Is it your new toy that has you so enraptured?”

Roman leans back, rubbing a thumb over the twin pinpricks in Walter’s shoulder. “Is that a hint of jealousy I sense in you?” He wonders, but his eyes dance with amusement.

Despite himself, Walter blushes. They have been together nearly two and a half centuries, and the vampire can still make him blush. And he can still feel emotions such as jealousy – even after seeing hundreds of Roman’s lovers come and go. Instead of answering, he asks, “What are your plans for her?”

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T Was a Bopper-A Real Show Stopper

(for Dreamshell, who asked me to continue the world of T a bit longer)

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A real show stopper, me, and what a rattyworld, but ace was there for me together with Sin and Trinity and we got to getting some prayer life on, for here is the adorable me, with out adolescent pimples finally at long last. Rotting world needing bling bling me and search lights finding where the principals go when they get overly head time with me all the ways with daisy chains, come here little one and make me grow. Out of the billows of fog in train night m/men come to charity ball me to one other extreme or another field of horses in the feel good night. Poppers to make it feel better and me to up a yard of ace high and me high and Trinity there sucking away, as though there were snakes on my own damned airplane.

Seasons in me and rounding bends where space cannot tack itself to the stars up above, there in the heat of winter come and gone too soon, in addition of cotton feeling nerve endings bling bling I carry my own gold with me in the gold in my teeth and the rings in my nips and the rings in my balls that hung low sweet chariot and my hands turning welts into seasons that were never meant to be before, all that saltz and all that movie world where the screen becomes super porous and there is nothing but the sweet smell of giving in and I never thought I would do that before, little me with the moniker of dignity all over my hands as they sweep the darkness away to make a brand new day and if I wanted to do this for ka-ching ka-ching I definitely could and that would make me the richest little whore mamma in the whole world which exists in my pocket so I can Willy Wonka it out and take my time with it, testing the dials and the dials run the Tv shows I used to dream of seeing, and saw in the silence of my head up here. Dance with me babes and get the KY ready and warm for I was choo-chooing in to town after the cold snap of winter and I need a popper and I needed that train long to be over, all those hours of travel without a mate beside me to tell my troubles to.

All saltz and all rings of wine and tequila based. This in the form of a statute and this in the holy hole I once was in all judgmental and such and here now naked with my m’men and we are having fratuious fun and feebs don’t get it and never will. This of my ratty room and my ratty less mates now that wonder is back in town. Feeling fine and floaty fleeing all the old moates that got me down to the oats that served tables of plain brown tasteless bread. This ring of things round my ringading is all the bells they will have to listen to again and m/men and Trinity makes us thee, as the blessings go up me and it is a torch of liberty. This manic throb. This manic sob and the cries are real and the tickles are realer. This me and what could come without the urethra to teach them a thing or two. To get so down and round into party time that it would come with a climb up whoops no bad dude just had to kill the last of that roach. All spiffle and dinette table which Side Escort is me and doling out myself as though I am a field of terrible scarecrow bronze ages of the past that all the nubiles want to offer themselves to as something of evil and something of good. Something of Joseph and Mary if they could. And now my back’s against the bed as the hands coalesce into something of brown black beetles huge and marrowing and wanting my fame there deep in the heart of me. There deep in the parts of me that get tugged on as I feel electric alive.

As I feel more than store bought. All has been worth it and the warm pads of hands and the warmer pads of feet, all there to the me of the dine and the ace as he pushes Trinity off as Sin gets into him as the blues plays gluze in my head and I feel stuck together, ready to go off onto a million tangents, ready to cry me a river of torrent terror gold in this room that smells of sex and high life and low junk and nothing could be better than another popper cracked under my nose, with some coke left on the table, but me the highes high there has ever been. As we sex weave and sex spin and its all up to the doxologies to name the place where we have ever been. Out there into the front of the black night train night as they worshipped me by cell these last two weeks, as they dreamed of my ass in their hands and held and molded it above their simpy little beds, waiting for the time for me to return, and the me returned is the world shot high pitch in the sky as the sun of midnight comes to reckon them away with their own little gimp shots and there own little muffled men while mine straight, so to speak, and true, there for the fun rubber, and we are boinging and spoke wheels as sexuality comes round the table top bend like a Lionel train choo choo and its all with the wizardry of me and my many faces. Watch the grin. Watch them grin back at me. Wiggle the crotch. Watch them wiggle their back at me. Watch me grip. See and feel them grip me and each other. And know the seasons of the day of the monkey brigade. For I am their mirror and their legs are mine. Their eyes will see what my eyes tell them to see for the rest of our lives.

And the room smells of linseed oil and polish and smells of old socks still and all and we are making with the rancid in the returned heat to the returned lying winter January, all sweating, the month included, all there with the wrap around toys as we have discovered we boys are in college for the toys and the toys are us studying and studding, Harrad has nothing on us, this in the moment and this in the head floating and them missile like throwing at the ceiling and the pain the pain the bells the bells the bells. And the pain is blow torch and Sin grins as Sin walks in the best way he can walk in at all, and we’re about to toss, we’ve done too much and drunk too much, and the room light is slight and fading yellow and the room walls are dusty dingy peeling wall paper brown, and the floor is green linoleum and there is nothing more bound than the boundaries we have come to take into Manavgat Escort our gnomed hearts. Our little bings and bangs and on my knees and on his too please, as we make tableau of train porting into station. And this was the wild elation, that made all the other mes in mirrors my rents sees like some other person, who stayed away all day and wept into his hand like a carnal crime kid with the world on the offensive and now its on by damn the defensive. And me and m’men naked as Js and speaking of Js roll me another dream scheme. Write me the o. room right here please and what are you doing to me you callous Sin? What is the mood you are in my friend, with big as the Chunnel now don’t you think? And that make Sin grin all over his body and he pushes me like a chariot in a race, we’ll beat you yet Ben Hur, by grace.

Sin is hairy while ace is harrier, me I’m the young looking one of the bunch, as when the flowers could look at me deflowered over and again, this thin shuttle and where its been, tills the tilt of love in my direction, tills the tilt of love with deepest affection, as though my ass is astro turf and there is nothing more to single out that my private benediction, there and me here and not a voice on a cell from a crib bed some where, opening Christmas Day like a diseased brain of idiocy and strait jacket mentality, while here in the sick and wheezing flicker of the light bulb on the early dark morning of my coming home to my room and my dreams and my schemes and here the boys are having me and I’m having them and their eyes are wide and white. Their mouths breathe beer out and take me in, as the suction brigade comes to the rescue of the fair maiden who is stuck in the top floor not having a ladder to climb down, while the house she, that’s me, is in is burning all round, as she, that’s me, screams Help me Oh won’t some lovely fireman help me please, so ace and Sin can’t wait to get in and toss a ladder for her to climb down and the night is the town and the town is when Sin doubles up hard and presses his stomach down to my back and saves me from the fire by making a fire torch the Statue of L. has never contemplated, throw in the Ten Commandments too, and I have never been so fulfilled in my life and never so filled the real bling bling as ace torments me too and rubs my head of hair and sighs moaning with his hands on his hips and his eyes closed and standing there like a Greek Statue with only minimal movements, his face in some kind of noble profile, like he’s the star of this piece but he’s got the deed, I’ve got the need for his seed; so we’ll keep him around till we find someone to replace him, something borrowed and something new and something never ever blue…..

….and deep in the night the gay boys play, thinking this is it that the ultimate world orgasm is on its way, but someones heard something and someone going to try to take it to even the skin breaking through of ultimate and that is the reason why ace and Sin figured it all out a long time ago, just not telling me cause on the nod I’d throw every ounce of Alanya Escort caution to the wind, and every day I will see the sutures in my behind and think of the days back when the parties stopped, back when the wall came to meet me and there was no popper or chaser or coke or roach to stop it, to stop the deeds that tore the night apart with my mammas nightie in my mind as she knelt down to me and said poor boy poor stupid little boy, as the hospital memories wash over me, as seeds spilled blood recoiled and blood scream as nothing in the world of war all aclimbed to this height making me not five nine but six four it seemed then.

The laughter at me like a charnel house as I charcoiled into a world of collapsing boxes cardboard, one right after the other and charcoal and nothing left of me but my ass and nothing left of me but my hollow Halloween pain and the screams of STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT making it go faster tearing me with ace and then Sin’s rings, and the tearing and the faultless as my buds got down with this way of teaching me how they would tear up the town which was me of course but on another black horse, with white satin eyes and blows and their trying to be me, which was not the case at all, this was their final crime with me at least, me with my cell and my rockin’ good elves, me with the bling bling and the ipod that was even now music playing as they did it to me again and again, just a little love tap from the gay community god bless every fuckin’ one of them, and I was bloody and not bold mercifully passed out as I was pulled back to consciousness with ace or Sin or some damned thing with his slong waving back and forth, as he put a shiv to my neck as he held my head up high by the sweaty now bloody hair on my head, “You tell anyone who did it, you die.” And off went me to sleep land again and it seemed I was gutted. Off went my m/ men and I was left to scream in my dream, and then scream in my cream and my blood offal on the bed rickety and broken; the memory sickness of their hurdy gurdy seeming made up faces with tons of cream and lipstick and their big rubbery spidery shiny mouths and their huge white insane eyes with no pupils in them, all out of focus all out of proportion just drifting around shape shifter amoebas instead of humans.

Till I made it that pain in every cell of me sunrise to the bloody cell to ask for bloody help for my bloody body and my bloody soul, catch me, hold me, stay away from me, who do I trust?, me, hell no, anybody else, heller no, and me heller and seep heaping in the hospital room with the hidden but not quite hidden enuf laugther from the docs and the nurses and my dad and my mom and an old friend I had toileted last Christmas on the cell for the final and last time were sitting in chairs round my bed and they had these oh so concerned crying faces on, we are here to help you, yeah right you self righteous mothers, to help me be namby pamby yet again, well it won’t work, I’ve learned all right, and the learing takes a hard left peers and fritters so when you go to the next movie of me, except me to not have seen the errors of my ways and you may pontificate, just wait oh ye believers in sling loaded love, as you watch me take the victim as I take off my glove, and double my fist for the first reverie—

Oh yes, I have learned, just how to be the real me.

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Chapter two, enjoy.

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“What does it look like?” Gavin asked, as he watched Pike look over a map he had taken from a gas station.

“Not good. It’s a long way. I think our safest route would be up to Seattle and then hijack a ferry across to Victoria,” Pike replied, pointing to the speck of water on the map. “I went that way once, before all this happened. It took about five hours to get across the water. But, if we go that way, we won’t have to deal with any Drained,” Pike said, still staring at the map.

“Okay. What about getting there?” Gavin asked.

“I think instead of going up north past Sacramento, we’ll cut through Nevada,” Pike said. He had to change his entire route to fit a group now. We’ll walk up the 447,” He reasoned.

“Walk? When you said you were going to Canada I kind of thought you had some form of transport,” Gavin frowned.

“The roads are too crowded with corpses and cars. Unless we’re on a motorcycle, we’re not getting anywhere. Plus, most gas stations are dried out,” Pike said.

“Well shit,” Gavin sighed. “I don’t know if we can make that kind of trip. We’re not exactly a fit group, you know,” Gavin said, pointing to the group behind him. The two kids were eating some scraps of food they had found in the gas station when retrieving the map. The old man, who Pike met earlier, was whispering to his grandson, Rick.

“It’s our only option. Otherwise we’ll be cutting through a bunch of medium to large cities. More supplies, but a hell of a lot more dangerous,” Pike shook his head.

“Well… we can’t do anything but try I suppose,” he sighed. Pike stood up.

“I just need to make one thing clear, Gavin,” he said, Gavin listened closely. “I’m not responsible for anyone in your group. You’re all welcome to follow me, but my only goal is to get to Canada,” Pike said.

“I understand. Thank you for letting us come along, though,” Gavin nodded.

“You’re welcome,” Pike said, it felt strange to revert back to manners and common courtesy after all the time that passed. He took a red pen that he had also taken from the gas station, and drew a fat red line on their path. He looked at the map one more time before shoving it in his pocket and sighing. “Let’s get moving,” he smiled.

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They hadn’t been traveling more than an hour or so before the group started to slow down. Gavin hoped that Pike wouldn’t be frustrated. While Gavin had no issues keeping up, the children complained of hunger, thirst, and aching feet and Mel was much too old to be making such a trip. “I think we should stop for a minute,” Gavin suggested.

Pike seemed irritated. “This isn’t a good place.”

“I know it’s not, but the kids aren’t going to quiet down unless they get something to drink and I don’t think the old man can hang at this pace.”

Pike sighed, annoyed. “Fine. I’m going to check that gas station,” Pike said. He walked off towards the dust covered gas station, leaving the group standing next to an abandoned car. Mongo ran after him quickly, meowing quietly as he went.

Gavin watched Pike walk away and sighed, shaking his head. He hated feeling like a burden. He pulled his group into a huddle. “Look, I know this is tough, but we have to keep going.”

“Why does he get to decide how fast or slow we go?” Mel grumbled.

Gavin’s eyes darted back to Pike. “Because, he’s the only one that’s made this trip before,” Gavin said.

The truth was, Gavin didn’t want his group to become such a hindrance that Pike would go on without them. Having been isolated so long, it had been a long time since Gavin had been attracted to someone. Pike’s short black hair and brooding expression was enough to drive anyone crazy. His deep green eyes were surrounded by dark half circles, the sure sign of an insomniac, and his pink lips looked perfectly kissable. As dangerous as it was, Gavin was finding himself more and more distracted by the man. He was torn up by it, feeling guilty for having such feelings so quickly.

“Look, it’s safer in a group. If one of the Drained shows up the more of us there are, the quicker we can get rid of the threat. It’s just a fact. Pike has firearms, I have an axe. What else do we have?”

“You’re the one that ruined what we had,” Rick accused. “We had it great there!”

“How much longer did you think it was going to last?” Gavin whispered fiercely. “We couldn’t have stayed there forever. And yeah, sure it would have been nice to have had the chance to plan for this, but shit happens, Rick.”

“Hey!” Pike called from the gas station. He waved them over.

Gavin rushed to him immediately. “What did you find?”

The rest of the group followed and Gavin turned and rushed to silence them. A group of horses were eating the overgrown grass behind the gas station.

“Anyone know how to ride a horse?” Pike whispered. When he looked around altyazılı seks at the silent crowd, he rolled his eyes and tiptoed closer to the creatures. One looked up at him, lazily chewing on the grass. Pike shushed the tall animals and tried to get closer without startling the beasts.

Gavin followed closely behind Pike and edged in front of him. “You shouldn’t approach them head on like that,” Gavin said. He grabbed Pike’s hand loosely. “Here, do what I do.”

Gavin demonstrated how to approach the horse slowly from the side, keeping his body tilted away from the animal. He continued to hold on to Pike and stopped him when one of the horses appeared startled. Gavin reached into his backpack and found the meager carrots they still had from their garden in the store. The orange roots were about as long as his pinkie finger and about as big around. He made a soft humming sound as he approached. Finally, he was able to get one of the horses to accept the food.

“Well damn, Dr. Dolittle. You sure do have a way with animals,” Pike whispered, in a fake southern accent.

Gavin smiled. “I was a large animal vet before everything started.”

“Well who would have guessed,” Pike chuckled. “A lot more useful than a High School teacher,” Pike rolled his eyes, and winked when Gavin looked a bit shocked.

“Really? Teacher?” Gavin shrugged. “Wouldn’t have guessed. Do we have any rope?”

“Let me check the gas station.” Pike said, and carefully backed away from the horses. Once he was a safe distance, he jogged to the dead building. He returned a few moments later, a piece of thin yellow rope in hand. “This is all they have,” he mumbled, and handed it to Gavin.

Gavin fashioned a halter using the rope and once he was finished he slipped it onto the horse, still moving slowly and cautiously. The horse seemed nervous, but didn’t rear back. He tried leading it a bit and found that it cooperated. The previous owner of the animal must have trained it well. After a little work, all six horses had their own halter and were getting used to the company of people again.

“Well. This was fun and all, and it never occurred to me to use horses, but we need to get supplies. This will make the trip a lot faster, but we still need food,” Pike said. “We’re going to have to split up. I know it sounds so horror movie stereotype, but we need to get everything before nightfall. So, old guy and asshole, you guys are looking for water… as much of it as you can find.” Pike threw an empty backpack at the pair who scowled at him. “The Mister and Misses, you guys are going for food. Find what you can and bring it back here.” He threw them each their own bag. “The tykes can go with you, more hands to carry food,” he said. Gavin glanced at Pike. “What do you need me to do?” he asked. His tone was good natured. He didn’t mind that Pike was taking more of a leadership role. It was nice having someone to share the responsibility with.

“You’re with me, we’re on weapons duty,” Pike smiled, showing a row of white teeth.

Gavin nodded. “Aright. Let’s go. Stick together and be safe.”

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Gavin kept Pike in his peripheral vision as they scoured the rural area. Pike’s face was set with determination. Gavin desperately wanted to strike up conversation, but he didn’t know what he should say. Every time he thought he had something witty to say, he got distracted by the way Pike bent down to examine something. Finally he awkwardly cleared his throat. “So… I’m sorry if we’re slowing you down,” he said.

“It’s fine, I have to agree that there’s safety in numbers. More eyes to watch my back, I guess.” Pike looked up long enough to give a small smile.

Gavin couldn’t help but grin at Pike’s smiling face. He felt like he was in high school again, on that first-crush roller coaster of emotion. “Yeah, it’s safer this way. I know some of them are a little… well, fucking annoying, but they all have their strengths. Hopefully you’ll be able to see that before they drive you completely insane.”

“Hopefully,” Pike laughed. “Hey, I bet we can find something useful in there.” Pike pointed at an old looking hardware store.

Gavin nodded. “Definitely. Let me go in first though.” Gavin kicked the door open. The hinges were so far gone that the entire door crashed down, sending a cloud of dirt and dust flying. Not his smoothest moment, but Gavin hoped that Pike would somehow not notice. He stepped inside the store, floorboards creaking beneath his weight. It seemed quiet and abandoned inside the hardware store and he motioned for Pike to follow.

“Smooth,” Pike mumbled as they stepped inside the dusty building. The air felt thick and clouded. Pike wrinkled his nose and stepped forward. “Since the door wasn’t broken down, and I haven’t seen any broken windows, I think we should be clear of Drained,” Pike said.

Gavin nodded. “Let’s hope so.” He started to scan the items on anal porno the shelves. All of it seemed like it could be useful, but he wasn’t sure what would be so vital that it’d be worth the effort to carry it.

“Ugh.” Pike pinched his nose as he stepped over a corpse. A shotgun was lying next to the man, probably the shopkeeper, who had long since blown away most of his head. Pike pulled it out of the man’s hands and checked it for any ammo. “Empty, but keep an eye out.” Pike carried the shotgun with him as he walked around the counter. He picked up a box and shook it. He opened it and put the few shells in his pocket. There was a small hunting knife behind the counter as well. He grabbed it and threw it gently at Gavin, who caught it with ease. “That axe is a little on the big side, that might come in handy,” he said.

Gavin nodded his thanks and examined the knife closely. It would definitely be good to have a backup weapon. A small voice in the back of his mind told him that it might be wise to keep the knife a secret. Either he was having a premonition, or he had officially gone insane. He sighed and moved along the shelves. “Do you think a tool kit would be worth the effort?”

Pike thought for a moment. “I don’t know….” he bit his lip. “No, too heavy. We need to travel light,” he said, continuing to search the shelves behind the counter. A small glimmer caught his eye. He turned and his eyes went wide at the sight of a full syringe of Drain. He didn’t know what it was doing there, or how it got there. But without saying a word to Gavin, he grabbed it and shoved it into his back pocket. “Look for tools that could double as weapons though. I’m sure Rick or David could handle a sledgehammer.” He continued on.

Gavin nodded. “Yeah, David definitely could. Of course, don’t underestimate Dana either,” he chuckled. “She’s pretty damn scary, especially when it comes to protecting her kids.”

“Her? Nah, she’s so small,” Pike laughed. He picked up a chainsaw. “Useless without gas, I guess,” he said, throwing it back down with a loud clatter. “What about Mel. I don’t mean to sound cold, but what help is he? He’s like 100,” Pike mumbled.

Gavin struggled to do the diplomatic thing, but he honestly couldn’t think of an answer. “He’s Rick’s grandfather. He doesn’t really do anything, but… I mean, we can’t just leave him behind. That’d be too cold.”

“It’s a cold world now, Gavin. It’s just something you have to get used to. If you don’t……” Pike left the rest hanging.

Gavin shook his head. “I know you’re right, but if I give up on there being good in the world… then why even bother trying to make it to Canada?”

Pike couldn’t help the laugh that came forward. “You know, before this all happened. I think I would have shot myself if I ever said my dream was to run to Canada.” He smiled.

Gavin chuckled. “Fucking Canada,” he sighed. “Do you really think it’s better there? Like… my fear is that we’ll get there and it’ll all be for nothing and everything will turn to shit.” Gavin clenched his fist and then sighed and let it go. “Do you see why I have to cling to my illusions of goodness?”

“Because Canada sucked to begin with. If there’s Drained there too, then I’m coming back to America. If I’m going to die in a zombie apocalypse, I’m going to die somewhere that doesn’t suck,” Pike laughed. “You just have to believe that it’s okay there. Because if it’s not then we’re all fucked,” Pike said seriously.

Gavin nodded. “You know…” He started to speak his mind, but thought better of it. “I guess we’ll just have to hope for the best.”

“That’s all we can do… Oh! Look!” Pike picked up a full box of ammo for the shotgun. He shook it happily and smiled at Gavin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dana and David move quietly through the grocery store. It had been looted awhile ago, and most of the shelves were bare. Every now and then there was a stray can, or an overturned box that had been left when the looters had to escape fast. The picked these up quickly, before moving on to the next store. They continued walking through what was once the nice part of town. The many shopping centers and gas stations provided a small, but decent, food supply. Emma and Peter chased each other through the empty store, giggling quietly.

Even after all that had happened, they were still kids. Dana watched as Peter tripped on his own feet, before getting up and chasing after Emma again. David smiled at her as they continued walking through the store, grabbing what little they could find. A lot of the food had expired, but some cans still remained. After so many months, it was nearly impossible to find fresh food anymore, Dana couldn’t help but miss their garden.

Before everything had happened, they had been a relatively happy family. But of course, like any married couple, they had rough patches. They had been married for over ten years. Things were becoming dull, brazzers porno the kids put a lot of stress on them, and they hadn’t had sex in God knows how long. David worked so many hours and Dana was a stay at home mom. They had been about to split up, when the shit hit the fan. Dana had been getting gas after picking up Emma and Peter from a school soccer game. The gas station was bare, and she could only see one clerk inside the mini mart. She had begun pumping gas when she saw a homeless man not too far away. He smelled terrible, even from the moderately large distance. Dana hated it when homeless people would ask her for change. It made her feel like a bitch when she said no, or like an idiot if she said yes. She knew it was rude of her to think of all homeless people as lazy bums, but she couldn’t help it.

She frantically tried to get the dumb machine to accept her credit card, but it was taking forever. As the man headed straight towards her, she silently begged the machine to work. Suddenly, the man broke into a run. As the machine accepted her card, she gave up and slammed the door to the car as she locked herself and the kids inside. The man screamed as he threw himself up against the car door. In a panic, she started the car and drove off. The kids cried in the back seat of the car as she pulled up to their house, only eight blocks away. She hustled the kids inside, grabbing their soccer gear. As she shut the trunk, she could barely make out the sight of the man from the gas station in the distance. She stared for a moment, as he continued to sprint at full speed towards her family.

She had never been more scared in her life than on that day. Sure the entire event, even this moment in the grocery store, was terrifying. But there was nothing more horrid than seeing her first Drained. She and David had been very much focused on family time, and the like. So they had never even purchased a TV. After an hour of the man attacking their door, they wished they had. They attempted to call the cops, but no one ever answered. After calling their friends for help, and getting no replies for the first six calls, they finally found out from a friend who was in Italy for a week that this was happening all over. That’s when they had run from their home to look for help elsewhere.

Dana jerked out of her memories when Emma screamed. She ran in the direction her daughter had disappeared in and turned the corner to see two Drained sprinting at full speed from the other end of the long isle. Dana grabbed the first thing available, a metal shelf that had fallen from its rightful place, probably when someone had frantically looted the store. She picked it up, and as the first Drained reached her, swung. There was a sickening sound as the metal shelf destroyed the Drained man’s head. He swung to the left, hitting the other row of empty shelves and falling to the floor. By now, the second Drained had reached her. Recovering from her earlier swing, she sent the shelf flying in the other direction, hitting the Drained woman on the right side of her head. She wasn’t hit quite as hard, and attempted to stand when she hit the empty shelves. She scrambled, emaciated limbs slipping and sliding on the tiled floor beneath her. Before she could stand, Dana took the shelf, and aimed it down. She hit the woman repeatedly in the back of the neck, the sound of bones popping echoing through the store. She notice the first Drained was beginning to stand, recovering from the attack he had received. Suddenly, David slid into the isle, shoes squeaking on the floor streaked with blood. He took a hammer that had been hanging from his belt, and swung at the man. His head crunched again as another trench was added to the once round skull. They continued to beat the two Drained who had been stupid enough to attack their family, until all that was left were two bodies with only bloody mush and chunks of bone as heads.

That was another thing Dana thought was funny. With their relationship being torn apart, and their sex life a bore, this was the thing that had pulled them back together. When they ventured outside the house, they had the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you look at it) experience of killing their first Drained. The homeless man wasn’t the strongest out there, and was an easy opponent compared to what they would face later in the mini apocalypse. But when that first splatter of blood hit Dana in the face, and David heard those first screams of a dying Drained, the fire in their lives had been rekindled. After that, they never had another thought about splitting up. They both loved the heat of the moment, the screams of pain, the spray of blood, and the cold feeling of a heavy weapon in their hands. Maybe they had gone a little crazy once things went to hell, but it usually worked out for the better.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rick was definitely not happy about the way things were going. He did not trust the new guy at all and he knew that Gavin was just trying to get laid. That was the only reason they were being bossed around by the freak. He sighed as they carefully went to search for water. His grandfather was moving slowly and it was clear he was in pain. They went inside the gas station and started to look around.

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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At age forty seven, Helen Mouton was unprepared for her husband’s announcement that he had fallen out of love with her and thought it best that they have an amicable divorce. Their oldest child was thirty years old, and happily married, living in Martinelli, Idaho, the wife of a teacher at the Atwell School of Divinity. Their son, Charlie Jr. was working with an oil company, working on rigs in and around in Oxmore, N.D., and Nadine, their twenty two year old ‘baby’ had just moved out of their home, moving to Oakleaf, Texas with her boyfriend, Kenny.

“You what?” Helen stammered, not sure she’d heard right.

“So, you know, if you just sign here, uh, and here, and uh, think that’s all, we can file these with the courthouse and…” Charles said, sliding the sheaf of papers across their highly polished table.

“This, this cannot be happening,” Helen said to herself, plopping down into an ornate chair.

She tuned her fifty four year old husband out as he impatiently waited for her to sign the documents. Finally, he snapped that he needed to hurry; he was already ten minutes late, thanks to her dawdling.

With a slam of their side door, he was gone. The sound of the door slamming broke Helen out of her stunned stupor and she gathered up the papers.

Marching out of the house, still in her flannel robe and flannel nightgown and fuzzy slippers, Helen marched across the wet grass of their front yard, across the wet grass of the Williams’s yard and knocked on their door.

“Oh, hi!” Stephanie Williams, the beautiful woman answered brightly. “Come on in! Just finished feeding the kids; oh my God, the house is a mess, but…”

“Trevor,” Helen barked. “I need to see Trevor.”

Stephanie then noticed her neighbor’s frazzled expression, the frumpy nightclothes and stopped chattering. She grabbed Helen’s hand and pulled the older woman to the kitchen table, which was still sticky with grape jelly and spilled orange juice. Stephanie wiped an area clean and plopped a cup of coffee in front of Helen Mouton.

“Ethel, Trevor with anyone?” Stephanie asked into her phone. “Yes, yes, about four months along now. Well, what do you think? Of course he’s excited. Me? Oh God, got two of them, one’s crawling, the other one’s running, I’m just about worn out. Thanks, Ethel. Love you too.”

Helen sipped the far too strong, far too sweet coffee, still numb. She heard Stephanie’s voice chattering with someone, heard the two children as they played in the playpen, heard Stephanie say ‘love you too’ and then Stephanie was gently squeezing Helen’s shoulder.

“One o’clock,” Stephanie said quietly. “You know where his office is? Need me come with you?”

“Nineteen, right across from Bombay, isn’t it?” Helen asked, taking another sip of her coffee.

Helen remembered to call St. Elizabeth’s Public Utilities and let her supervisor know an emergency had arisen. Then, after receiving a firm hug from Stephanie, Helen walked back to her house.

Trevor Williams looked over the papers that Charles Mouton had given to Helen. He smirked, then rapidly filled out a separate set of papers. Verifying Charles’s work address, Trevor then called Richard Boudreaux to have Charles Mouton served.

Charles was livid when he returned home from work. He screamed at Helen, waving the papers that Trevor Williams had filled out for her, demanding to know what Helen thought she was doing.

“Standing up for myself, ass hole,” Helen snapped. “Your clothes are in Nadine’s room; you’re not sleeping with me.”

“Thank God,” Charles snapped nastily. “Looked at your ass lately?”

“Looking right at him,” Helen snapped, even though his words had stung.

She’d been a teenager, still in high school when the twenty four year old Charles Mouton had smiled at her. Helen had horrible acne, and a buck toothed smile; boys, men didn’t smile at her. He’d swept her off her feet, then had cursed angrily when they discovered that Helen was pregnant.

Thirty years and three kids later, Helen had put on a few pounds. At least her skin had cleared up, and bulky, painful orthodontic braces had straightened out her smile.

But after thirty years together, Charles still knew how to hurt Helen. She smiled tightly, not wanting Charles to know he’d struck home with that taunt.

“Oh, and, uh, Thunder Thighs? Seen YOUR ass lately?” Helen mocked.

Daniel Eisenbach, an attorney with Coutre & Associates represented Charles in the divorce. Trevor was a skilled attorney, and fought quite hard for his client.

For Trevor, it was personal. Charles Mouton had made a pass at Stephanie, Trevor’s wife. Charles had even put his left hand on Stephanie’s right breast. Charles tried to pass it off as a joke when he was confronted. But Trevor wasn’t laughing.

“And, your Honor,” escort Trevor pointed out. “My client had been a stay at home mother until four years ago, when she began working part time at St. Elizabeth’s Public Utilities, in their Cancellations department.”

“Oh? So you’re the one cut my electricity off that one time I was late?” Judge Jesse Johnson smirked.

“She’s sincerely sorry for that, your Honor,” Trevor smiled.

“I’m sure she is,” Judge Johnson said, smiling. “Mr. Eisenbach? Your client is asking that no spousal support be granted? According to this, Mrs. Mouton works twenty hours a week, at seventeen an hour.”

Charles again was livid when Judge Jesse Johnson slammed his gavel down. Half of his 4O1K plan was to be awarded to Hellen Mouton. Half of the home’s value would be awarded to Helen Mouton, along with half the value of the furnishings.

“But you’re taking the furniture out of Deborah’s room,” Charles shrilled.

“It was my mother’s furniture, Charles,” Helen retorted over Judge Johnson’s gavel hammering for silence.

“What kind of fucking lawyer are you, you God damned fruit loop?” Charles screamed at his attorney when he realized just how expensive a divorce truly would be.

Truthfully, Helen was happy to be leaving the two story home. Since the children had all moved out, the large home was more trouble than it was worth. The structure had been a fifteen year old home when Charles had bought it, and twenty six years later, more and more things were starting to break, and it always needed to be cleaned, dusting and vacuuming and mopping and scrubbing.

Helen bought a small two bedroom, two bathroom older home in Kimble, Louisiana. Through Trevor, she gave half of her settlement to an investment counselor, and the other half she put into her home, and into herself.

The single pane windows were replaced with triple pane energy-efficient windows. The window AC units and the gas space heaters were replaced with a new central air unit and a heat pump. After the duct work was put into the attic, the entire attic was sprayed with insulation.

Shapes Wellness Center helped Helen whittle off the nearly fifty pounds motherhood, and age had tacked onto her frame. Then, Shapes Wellness Center’s Dance Aerobics classes and Shapes Wellness Center’s Yoga classes helped Helen firm up her new body.

A visit to T. Dayton’s Salon gave Helen an updated hairstyle, one that suited her new slimmer face and physique.

Driving right past Bargain Bin, Helen pulled into the parking lot of Babbage’s Department store and spent a few thousand dollars on a new wardrobe to go with her new figure and new hairstyle.

Jack Hebert, the head of St. Elizabeth’s Public Utilities Accounting department did notice the changes in Helen’s appearance, and in her attitude and asked if she’d consider switching to his department, as an administrative assistant. It would be a full-time position, with full benefits, and would mean three dollars and fifty cents more an hour.

*.*

Friday morning, Helen Mouton sat at her small kitchen table, lovingly running a fingernail over an old nick in the wood. The table had been her grandmother’s; had been passed down to a cousin. That cousin had passed away, and his wife had called Helen and asked if she wanted the old table and the four chairs. Helen had wasted no time in claiming the heirloom.

The nick, Helen could not remember a time that the table had not had that nick. The deep scorch mark on the left edge, Helen vaguely remembered when her Aunt Dinah, Uncle Doug’s wife had placed a hot pot directly onto the table. Her grandmother had screamed in outrage and Aunt Dinah stormed out of the house, vowing never to return.

Nadine and Brandon’s wedding had been wonderful. When asked what had become of Kenny, Nadine gave her usual vague reply. But Brandon Hollingsworth seemed to be a fine young man. He certainly was a doting father to his adorable little girl, Victoria.

Helen smiled as she remembered how frumpy Charles had looked at the wedding; how uncomfortable he had looked in the snug tuxedo. Charles Mouton had looked every bit of his fifty seven years of age, and then some.

And when Charles had seen Helen, in her form fitting dress, his eyes had lingered. Then his eyes had opened wide in recognition.

“Yes, yes, a good investment, if I do say so myself,” Helen smirked, cupping her new double D breasts.

She finished her cup of yogurt and her bowl of grapefruit, pineapple and banana medley and got to her feet.

The dishes went into the dishwasher and she started the appliance. Then she stepped out into the muggy August morning and hit the key fob of her new Ford Edge.

It was a short drive to work. Helen wished there were sidewalks, or even a bike trail along the sides of Highway 19; she’d love to walk to work, or even ride her new mountain bike to her job. But Highway 19 wasn’t wide enough to chance walking or biking without the sidewalks or bike trail.

Turning on her computer at work, Helen escort bayan glanced at the date, then did a double take. She squinted, confirming that she’d read the date correctly.

“Huh,” she said, sitting back, mouth open.

Then she got to her feet and walked into Jack’s office. He pretended to be upset, pretended there was far too much work, there were not enough people, then approved her request for a week off.

“Any wild plans?” Jack asked genially.

“None yet,” Helen admitted. “I just realized ten minutes ago that I’m about to turn fifty. I haven’t even had time to make any plans.”

Finishing her day, Helen made sure everything was in its place before leaving. She drove to Shapes, still wondering what she would do to celebrate the big Five Oh.

Entering the room with the exercise machines, Helen almost apologized, turned and walked out. Then she brazenly entered. The two girls hastily broke their kiss, blushed, then scampered out of the room.

Helen pushed herself hard, cooled down, then went to her Yoga class. Again, the two girls looked at her, blushed, then stoically avoided eye contact with Helen as the instructor put them through their movements.

“Okay, that’s number one,” Helen thought as she stepped into the shower.

She scrubbed her body. Then she pulled a tube of lotion from her locker and dutifully applied the moisturizing cream to her body. Looking down, she saw that several strands of gray had begun to invade her thatch of dark pubic hair.

“No. THAT’S number one,” Helen thought.

She dressed again, nodded to one of the two girls, smiling pleasantly, and left the locker room.

At Super One Foods grocery store, Helen found the ‘Health&Beauty Aids’ aisle and carefully studied the choices. Deciding that this was nothing to scrimp on, she selected the most expensive kit and carried it to the counter. The pimple faced girl giggled, but rung the purchase up, announced the amount and wished Helen a good day, even though it was nearly nine at night.

At home, Helen again read the directions, using her drugstore reading glasses. She did not want to leave anything to chance. Then she prepared the kit.

“Jesus! Fucking! Christ!” Helen screamed as the tape jerked out her bushy thatch of pubic hair.

She cringed as she reached down for the second strip. Sweat had beaded on her forehead and she shook slightly but steeled herself. She could not very well walk around with only half of her pussy hairless, now could she?

“Oh! Holy Mother, that really hurts! Shit!” Helen screamed, ripping out the thick thatch.

“Oh. This was not a good idea,” Helen sobbed as she then ripped out the strands of hair that dotted her anus. “Not at all.”

The lotion included in the kit did soothe the raw skin. And, looking in her bathroom mirror, Helen did agree, her pussy looked cute without that thick mass of hair covering it.

Then, fixing herself a tall vodka and tonic, Helen sat at her kitchen table to check the next item off of her lists of wants, wishes and regrets. She giggled, feeling quite naughty when her naked buttocks came in contact with the cool wooden seat.

She sat, dressed in only short sleeved silk blouse and bra and took a calming sip of her vodka drink. Her laptop computer fired up and she logged onto the Internet.

She found a web site that claimed to have free personal advertisements. With a guilty look around, Helen clicked on the link for women seeking other women and looked around again.

Once, Helen and Annette, another unpopular student at DeGarde High School had kissed. Annette had pressed her thin lips to Helen’s full lips and then she had opened her mouth. Helen had licked Annette’s tongue, had moaned when Annette’s chubby hand had grasped one of Helen’s breasts.

Then, suddenly, Helen was married. And a few months later, Helen was a mother. She had shoved the memory of that hurried, frightened kiss out of her mind as she set about to be the best wife to Charles Mouton and the best mother to Deborah Mouton.

Helen scrolled through several postings. Most were young; she told herself they were far too young to ever be interested in a grandmother. The few that were in her age range, though, were very unattractive. Helen had never posted a personal ad, but she would assume that the people that did the postings would try to put one of their most attractive photographs with their ads.

There was one for a woman in her late thirties. Reading her prose, Helen felt a small glimmer of excitement. But clicking on the profile caused a request for Helen’s credit card to pop on the screen.

“What? Says these are free,” Helen grumbled.

Then she saw the fine print. Reading the ads were free. Posting a response to an ad, however required Helen to be a member of the service. And membership was $49.95 for a six month membership, $89.95 if she signed up for a year.

Helen could easily afford the $49.95 six month’s membership fee. But, she was mortified that one of her children might read that charge bayan escort on her credit card slip as they went through her papers after her death. What would they think, finding out that their mother had gone onto a Personals Dating site?

“Well, shoot,” Helen said out loud as she closed that web site.

Idly, she touched her bare pussy. A small shiver went through her as she sat. She was being naughty, sitting at her kitchen table, bare from the waist down.

“Too naughty to just give up like that,” Helen thought as she did a search for other dating web sites.

An alternative dating site caught her attention, but Helen was still too timid to click the link. Then she saw that the local university did have an on-line newspaper. The small link had ‘Classified’ highlighted as a match for Helen’s search criteria.

“Oh, but those are just college kids,” Helen thought as she clicked the link.

The section of women looking for other women had quite a few young, fresh faced college aged kids listed. Again, there were a few older women with profiles, but Helen shuddered at their words. Each of these three forty-somethings women were actually into something called BDSM and were looking for slaves.

Helen was about to click the ‘X’ in the upper right hand corner and just give up when she saw a smiling red head’s photograph. The girl’s smile was such a wide, happy smile that Helen couldn’t help but smile.

Reading Joelee’s words actually caused Helen’s heart to thump in her chest. Helen realized that her pussy had actually grown wet as she read Joelee’s claim that ‘Beauty is ageless. I’m looking for an older woman to become friends with first, lovers second.’

“Oh, but you are perfect!” Helen squealed.

Then Helen laughed at herself for squealing. She finished reading Joelee’s profile, frowning at the fact that the red head was only nineteen years of age, but then shrugged.

“Friends first,” Helen reminded herself, clicking on the link.

She was directed to create a profile. Helen carefully did so. She rummaged through her files, and finally selected one of the photograph of herself at Nadine’s wedding.

After posting the profile to the member’s site, Helen then carefully crafted a response to Joelee’s profile. She was honest; she was about to turn fifty, the big five oh, and had never experienced another woman’s touch, another woman’s kiss.

“But you said you are looking to be friends first, and you can never have too many friends, can you?” Helen typed.

After sending the response, Helen gulped the last of her drink. She turned off her computer, turned off the kitchen light, made sure the side door was securely bolted, checked both front and rear doors, then went to her bedroom.

Helen pulled out her trusty vibrator, marveling that tonight, she did not need any lubricant. And, her newly waxed flesh was extremely sensitive to the touch. Within moments, her sleek little bullet vibrator had Helen Grunting in orgasm.

“Hi! OMG; what a beautiful, classy woman you are,” Joelee had responded.

Helen read the reply as her coffee pot gurgled. She poured a cup of coffee, grabbed the protein bar out of the pantry and sat at her table again.

Again, she read Joelee’s reply, noting that the reply had come only twenty nine minutes ago. Perhaps Joelee Johnson was still on-line.

As meticulous as ever, even as her mind was screaming for her to hurry, hurry before Joelee grew bored of waiting, Helen crafted her reply. Her heart thudded as she included her telephone number in her response.

“Is my, oh my, I’m wet!” Helen groaned.

Helen actually screamed out loud when her cell phone rang a moment later. Trembling, she reached over and plucked the phone out of her purse.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Hi! Helen? Hi, this is Joelee,” a soft, warm voice gushed.

And in mere seconds, the two were chatting like old friends. Looking at the clock on her oven, Helen saw that it was still quite early.

“I uh, I’d like, would you like to meet up, um, Saladelight? For lunch?” Helen asked.

“I uh, Helen, I, I’m a college student,” Joelee confessed. “Saladelight? Way out of my price range.”

“And well within mine,” Helen assured the girl. “Eleven thirty? Beat the lunch rush?”

“It’s a date,” Joelee enthused. “Oh! I am so super excited! I can’t wait to meet you!”

Helen rushed through her breakfast. Then she forced herself to slow down, take the time to do her yoga movements. Then, she showered.

Helen had to remind herself, they were just meeting for lunch. She selected a soft blouse and a pair of jeans. On her feet, she put a pair of sandals, making sure that her toenails were polished, no chipped paint.

Over the phone, Joelee had been warm, friendly, bubbly. In person, those traits were magnified. She was also quite complimentary of Helen’s beauty, her grace and elegance.

Helen stood five feet, two inches and weighed one hundred and twenty four pounds. Her brown hair was done in a flattering bob and her makeup was impeccable.

Joelee Johnson stood five feet, five inches and weighed one hundred and twenty four pounds. Her carrot orange hair hung to her waist and she wore it loose, parted in the middle. Her hazel eyes glittered with happiness as she met Helen.

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she grunted with each impact of the wide polished oak paddle. No longer did she sob, no longer did she scream, yet each grunt was loud despite the muffling of the pillow.

she was taking it quite well, extremely well. While her body continued to jump and twist involuntarily with each strike, while her limbs pulled instinctively against the chains which connected her ankle and wrist cuffs to the four posts of the sturdy bed, she was taking it all incredibly well.

her flesh was a solid crimson red, quite aglow with fiery heat and agonizing pain. The coloration was strangely beautiful, yet also a proud reminder of why she was being severely pummeled with the paddle. The virginal white of her favorite thong presented a stark contrast, both in color and in meaning, with the crimson red covering each of her soft lower cheeks. The black of the bed sheet beneath her further enhanced the aesthetics of her forced discoloration.

*****

I returned to an empty house. That was expected, as this was the night of her weekly review session for her biochemistry class, so she would return from the university about 9:30PM.

I returned escort bayan to an empty house. …or so I had thought.

Upon entering through the front door, something did not feel “right.” The house was entirely dark. At first, I thought that I had neglected to turn on the lights before I had gone out for coffee, but even that did not provide enough of an explanation to satisfy My curious mind.

I turned on a small lamp near the front door, and that was when I saw it: a purse with a Bettie Page design on its side. Unless she had purchased it that day, My slave did not own such a purse. I naturally suspected, therefore, that she had invited someone over, which was fine in itself, although I would have preferred to have been apprised of such a visit beforehand.

However, to have a visitor yet leave the house completely dark meant one of two things: 1.) My slave and her visitor were in the back yard, perhaps in the pool; 2.) My slave and her visitor were doing naughty things… without My permission.

I sighed. If only the former, then that would not be a violation of the Rules; I would simply give My sweet bayan escort slave a gentle scolding after her visitor had left the house.

If the latter, however, then she would be punished severely, especially since she had broken that particular Rule twice before.

Quietly, I slipped off My shoes, then slowly made My way toward the kitchen. Looking out through the window, hidden in the shadows, I gazed past the in-ground pool and upon My slave and her best friend since preschool, both kneeling in the bright silvery moonshine, clutching each other with one arm while furiously masturbating each other, kissing rapidly to muffle any sounds they might make. Such a brazen Sapphic display simultaneously aroused Me and saddened Me, and I retreated further into the house to notify the Mistress of My slave’s best friend and to prepare for the punishment which must be administered.

*****

The chains rattled mercilessly, singing of her consensual captivity. The grunts continued incessantly, announcing her physical and psychological agony. The paddle befell her repeatedly, its crack unmistakable as it split the escort air, administering still more of the punishment she was to endure.

Yet through it all – through the act of punishing her, through the pain of forcing pain upon her – I was proud of her, for she had yet to use her safeword, even though I had never before punished her this severely.

*****

I was sitting at the kitchen table the following morning, drinking coffee and reading an editorial in the local newspaper, when My weary slave meekly entered the kitchen and knelt beside Me. Upon My thigh, she buried her face in her folded arms, and sobbed sincerely. All I could do was gently stroke her head, run My fingers through her lengthy reddish locks, and allow her to pour her grief upon Me. I knew that she had not slept overnight, that her banishment to the floor had hurt her much worse, much more deeply than the pain caused by the paddle.

This was the opportunity for her to truly let go of her guilt, of her grief, of her inner pain that she had inflicted upon herself throughout the night. No words were said. No words needed to be said.

And when My slave lifted her flushed, tear-stained face to me at last, I could see the relief in her eyes, as well as the unspoken promise to never break that Rule again.

And that was when I knew that I could retire the paddle and never need to use it upon her again.

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Looking out from the train carriage window the incessant drizzle spattering against the glass as the field’s race by. Excited by at last meeting the person who inspired pen to paper and assisted and nurture a fledgling virgin writer. Apprehensive about the meeting now. It seemed when first suggested such a good idea. Butterflies jumping like spring lambs in the pit of the stomach.

Pulling out the phone and flicking to the text,

“See you Wednesday at 3.00 pm at the Artisan café at 157 Above Bar Street, Guildhall Square.”

Slowly tracing the words with a finger feeling a tingle of excitement.

The lush countryside turns to suburban housing then more tightly packed housing as the train slows pulling into Southampton Central.

The guard announces over the speaker,

“The next stop is Southampton Central, please take all your possessions with you.”

A general melee begins as people get ready to leave. Glancing down at the phone, 2.00 pm, thinking,

‘Got here in time now to find it.’

Slipping on the old weather-beaten green Mack and joining the queue to leave the train. Walking out of the station checking the phone for directions feeling the excitement building. Firstly, left towards the Western Esplanade, then left over the footbridge. Pulling up the hood against the relentless rainfall. The crowds scurrying knowing exactly where to go. Right, on to Blechnyden Terrace and onto West Park Road thinking,

‘The Guildhall should be phew yes on the left, not far off.’

Time: 2.30 PM, heart racing as D-day approaches.

The phone rings, as a text arrives,

“Have you got to here yet? I will be there on time.”

Smiling texting back,

“Just arrived, dam this escort bloody wet weather. I thought it is was always nice down south.”

Turning right onto West Marland Place spotting the stairway leading up to the Café. Looking at them feel pensive, thinking

‘I have to do this.’

Ping “You should be used to soggy weather :P, see you soon B.”

Heart thumping now feeling such a mixture of excitement and dread. Taking off the Mack in the hallway and shaking off the water. Trembling, it is because of the swiftly approaching encounter or just cold, thinking,

‘Feels like a job interview.’

Walking slowly up the stairs peering around the open-plan café. A scattering of older ladies enjoying an afternoon natter. Relieved not to see anyone younger waiting. A young waitress stands at the reception desk.

“Take a seat, someone will pop along and take you to order,” she explains.

Wandering over to a corner chair and slumping down. The menu provoking a smile, “Let us Know your Thoughts”.

‘God my thoughts, I could write a book about them,’ thinking.

Pulling out the phone, 3.00 PM, inhaling deeply heart fluttering.

The waitress arrives and smiles sweetly.

“What would you like?” She politely asks.

Thinking,

‘A bloody stiff brandy would do, now but let me be sensible.’

Drawing a deep breath.

“A cappuccino please.”

“Anything to eat,” she inquired.

“No that’s all for now thanks.”

Watching the stairs carefully. The top of a head appears auburn hair in a ponytail bobbing brightly. Black-rimmed glasses framing a chubby face, bright blue eyes look around the room. The black Regatta Laine jacket dripping wet unzipped escort bayan revealing faded blue jeans and block striped hoody in pink white and grey. The young woman stops scanning the room carefully a frown appearing on her brow. Pulling out her phone she taps a message,

“Where are you?”

Ping goes the phone, almost cause me to drop my cup. Blushing brightly feeling everyone is looking. The girl looks across the room quizzically, tilting her. Smiling weakly, raising my hand. She looks surprised and confused. Walking swiftly towards the table.

Feeling all my 56 years my green eyes, greying hair cut into a bob framing ruddy round cheeks with no makeup. Wearing a white broderie puff-sleeved Peplum blouse, khaki wrapped midi skirt and tan Suedette pointed block heel boots.

“Peter?” The young girl asks.

“Yes, in another life Rebecca I am so sorry for the deceit,”

Eye misting as I look down at the table then back up wondering my stomach churning wondering,

‘Will she leave I have betrayed a trust for so long.’

A huge smile breaks out across her chubby cheeks.

‘Good lord no, don’t apologize.”

A tear trickles down my cheek overcome by the joy a thundering in my chest. Sitting down quickly Rebecca reaching out her hands.

“Why are you crying?”

“Pure joy,” sniffles.

Touching her fingertips lightly feeling a warm love so tender seep into my body.

Rebecca pulls out a crumpled Kleenex dab my cheek softly.

“Don’t worry it is boogie feel,” she giggles.

“You are more the person I could ever be Rebecca, thank you, “smiling brightly.

“You came, I thought you would let me down. I am so happy to meet you, and call me Becky,” bayan escort bubbles Becky.

“I could not let you down.”

Squeezing her hands tight. The grey eyes welling with more tears.

“Don’t start bubbling again or I will join you,” Becky grinning mischievously and rolling her eyes.

“Oh god, I must seem a right mess.”

“I thought that was the weather and journey. Do I have to get my coffee?” Becky says frowning.

“No bloody way,” I say abruptly.

“That’s more of the spirit,” Becky giggling again.

I signal to the waitress who smiles and advances to the table.

“What would you like to drink?”

“Well, it’s Wednesday so hot chocolate with marsh mellow bits,” my naughty secret Giggling more.

I burst out laughing aloud. Becky looks shocked blushing bright red. The Waitress looking confused.

“Sorry ..Sorry, one of many naughty secrets,” a gleam in my eye.

“Jane I am a respectable girl I’ll have you know,” Becky breaking out into titters.

We both giggling like schoolgirls bring disapproving looks from the afternoon old biddies.

“Where are you staying, you can’t be traveling home today?” Becky enquires.

“I haven’t booked anywhere yet but there should be plenty of vacancies, I guess.”

“I’ll be dammed if you stay anywhere but back at my place, and that is an order,” Rebecca says sternly.

“Oh, I couldn’t you have given so much already.”

“I will not accept no as an answer,” Becky says with a withering look.

Playfully pretending to slap her hand across both my cheeks. Dropping her hand on my finger softly stroking the back of my hand. A warm tingle rippling through my body.

“I will make sure you are well looked after,” whispers deviously.

My jaw drops and eyes wide open as my nipples harden. My cheeks flushing scarlet.

“Becky you are so naughty,” grins.

Looking longingly into those bright blue eyes what delight awaits me …..

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Brunette

“What are your thoughts on straight girls?”

We’re texting about threesomes. We live in different cities, so we spend a lot of time texting and chatting, and the subject often turns to sex. Especially since we started fucking a couple months ago. The last time we visited, she asked me how I felt about threesomes. Then she made me spill out my deepest, sluttiest fantasies about threesomes. Something about her just makes me want to fuck, and talk about fucking, and fantasize about fucking. I’ve never felt quite like this before.

“You want to fuck a straight girl?” I type back. I think about it, and shrug, deciding that I don’t mind. When she’s with me, her focus is single-minded. She possesses me, body and soul. I guess I don’t mind who else she fucks, as long as nothing changes between us.

“No,” she writes back. And then those little ellipses pop up.

I wait, and I wait, while she types.

Finally, she sends another message.

“I want to watch you fuck a straight girl.”

Oh boy. Now I feel quite warm. I can imagine her smirk perfectly. “When?” I write back. We haven’t seen each other in a while. Weeks. A month. The flight isn’t cheap, but stealing a weekend here and there is well worth it when it comes to her.

“Come see me,” she writes. Her follow-up texts come rapid-fire:

“Soon.

“I can’t fucking wait any longer.

“I’m aching for you.

“Come see me.

“Come sit on my fucking face.

“Smother me.”

I’m so wet now. I’m at work while she texts me, and I squirm in my desk chair. She’s timezones ahead and I know she’s sitting comfortably at home, probably with a drink in hand, torturing me. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

I write back, “You’re killing me.”

“Send me a photo right now,” she replies instantly.

I know exactly what she means. She doesn’t want a cute selfie. “I can’t,” I send to her. I have a meeting starting in two minutes.

“Did it sound like a suggestion? Show me your cunt, slut.”

My face must be beet red. I look around, hoping none of my coworkers can tell how turned on I am. It’s incredible to me that she can do this to me from such a distance.

I gather my things and run off to the bathroom, where I pull up my skirt and start taking pictures.

I book my flight on my phone while sitting in my meeting, and on Friday night, my plane lands late in the evening. She’s at the airport to pick me up this time, in a long wool coat and fingerless gloves, and when she pulls me in to kiss me when I arrive, she whispers, “I should have brought a sign to greet you with. Just ‘slutty dyke’ in big black letters.” I flush. I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of her calling me names. Probably not. “You look beautiful,” she finishes, and kisses me on the cheek as she grabs my carry-on.

It’s late and I’ve had a long day at work capped off with a long flight, so she takes me straight home. Our sex is frantic, but she only lets me come once. “Save it,” she murmurs against my skin when I beg her to fuck me again. “You’ll need the energy tomorrow.”

Sleeping beside her, both of us naked, all night without fucking is difficult, but we manage. I’m used to every little wake-up turning into a frenzy of sexual activity, but this time she just kisses me and cuddles me back into her warmth until I fall asleep again.

When I wake up, however, it’s to her grinding her pubic bone against me, and I gasp as she presses on my clit. “I couldn’t do it,” she grunts, and thrusts her hips into me again. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Ah-ah-ah,” I moan as she humps me with her hips. I’m unable to form a coherent response.

Her hands travel down my body and she grabs my hips, pulling me tighter against her, and I spread my legs and hook my knees over her shoulders. “I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do,” she says, and her nipple grazes my aching pussy. “We’re going to find some beautiful straight girl and you’re going to convince her to let you take her home, and you’re going to make love to her.”

I’d agree to just about anything at this point, and I gasp as her tongue lashes against my clit.

She goes on: “I want you to eat her pussy, I want you to finger-fuck her.”

“Mm-hmmmm,” I moan. I’d jump off a bridge if she told me to, especially when she’s got me in this state.

“But don’t let her touch Deneme Bonus you,” she says. “Only I get to touch you.” She punctuates this by pushing her hand into me, her lips soft as she sucks my clit into her mouth.

I love when she’s possessive. Even if it involves me fucking someone else.

I manage to gasp out, “Will you be watching?”

She smiles. “I’d better be.”

That night we get dressed up and go out. I wear my hair up, a pile of dark waves on my head, artfully composed to look effortless, with earrings hanging down from my ears. As usual when I’m with her, I wear a mini skirt, this time with a backless blouse that shows off the delicate nape of my neck and the muscles to either side of my spine. She traces her finger down my back after I put it on and murmurs her approval. We’re going dancing.

The club she takes me to is industrial, a hipster space where most of the patrons are five or eight years younger than us — in their early twenties. The music is pounding and bassy, the drinks strong. She settles down on a bar stool near the dance floor and watches me wade into the crowd. Her eyes never leave me.

It doesn’t take me long to find the right girl. She’s dancing hard with her group of friends, her blonde hair lashing from side to side as she tosses her head. She’s in a little blue dress, and when I start dancing with her, she’s receptive. She shares her drink with me, turning the straw toward me and holding it up to my lips, and we move together, our bodies finding the same rhythm. She shouts in my ear to ask my name.

I ask hers. “Tina,” she yells. She tries to say something else but I tap my ear to show her I can’t hear her. We keep dancing.

A couple songs later, we’re sweaty and laughing. We get another drink, and I buy us a pair of shots. I remember when I used to kiss straight girls all the time in my college days, and I pull all the same tricks. I look into her eyes when she talks to me. I casually touch her, my hand on her waist, pulling her in as she speaks close to my ear. I glance down at her lips. I bite mine.

When I kiss her, she isn’t surprised. Her eyes close and she kisses me back, her lips soft, her mouth yielding.

When I end the kiss, she breathes out, “Oh my god.” I take a moment to lift my eyes and make eye contact with my lover, who watches us from down at the other end of the bar.

I stroke Tina’s cheek and smile. “More dancing?”

She’s a bit flushed. “Sure,” she says, and I grab her hand and pull her along with me back to the dance floor.

Things have changed between us now. Tina is putty in my hands. I dance close with her, my hands on her waist, her hips. We kiss on the dance floor, just little kisses every time our faces come close together, and I pull at her lower lip with my teeth. I take it slow, romancing her, giving her a little taste of the softness of a woman. She buries her face in my neck and murmurs, “You smell so good,” against my skin. She’s pressed her entire body against me, her thighs, hips, breasts all crushed against mine. I have her now.

“Wanna get out of here?” I ask gently.

She nods.

“Okay. We just have to… get my roommate.”

We catch an Uber and I distract Tina, my lips soft against her neck and mouth. Tina and I make out in the back seat; my lover sits in the front, next to the driver. By the time we pull up in front of her apartment building, I have Tina’s bra off, and her nipples pebble hard under her dress. We go straight to the couch while my lover busies herself in the kitchen. Tina is lying on her back and I’m on top of her, my hands all over her body, and from the kitchen I hear the sounds of ice tinkling against glass.

The armchair creaks when my lover sits down in it, swirling her whiskey, and Tina looks over at her, knitting her brow.

“What’s going on? Why—” She starts to ask, but I grab her chin and turn her face back to me.

“Hey,” I say breathily. “Focus on me. Just me.” I kiss and suck on her throat and she moans. I move slowly down her body, groping her with my hands, and I slide them up her dress to hold on to her hips. Because I know it’ll turn on our silent observer, I hook my fingers into her underwear and pull them off with her skirt still on, casting a look and a little smile over my shoulder at her. Tina squirms and I move Bedava bonusu my face close to her, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

I caress her thighs as I extend my tongue and gently taste her, and she whimpers a little as I make contact. My tongue is hot on her skin. I give her a teaser, flicking gently at her clit until she moans, and then I sit her up and unzip her dress. We stand, and I pull it down over her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet.

“I’ve never done this before,” she says quietly. I smile and kiss her.

“Don’t worry. I have.” I drop to my knees in front of her and look up at her as I press my lips against her again.

I almost forget my lover is there, watching, until she says, “Take your clothes off.” She swirls her glass and it tinkles; when I look at her, she has that dark half-smile.

Tina looks at her sharply, as if she really did forget someone was watching us in the dimness of the room. I stand up and pull my blouse off, over my head, and shimmy out of my skirt and underwear. I pull the bobby pins out of my hair and let it fall down my shoulders and back. She nods her approval. Then I turn back to Tina.

“Why is she —” Tina starts, but I kiss her to cut her off. She yields to me, and I push her back down onto the couch where I lay on top of her, our naked bodies touching at every point, breasts, tummies, pelvises, my thigh between hers, and I rock my hips into her as I kiss her until she’s moaning again. I move down her body again, but this time she’s naked, and I kiss and lick her nipples — they’re round, pink, large like her soft breasts, such a contrast from my own small breasts with small pointed nipples. I run my hands down her waist and hips as I kiss her breasts. She loves it. She must have very sensitive breasts; I lavish soft, gentle attention on them in a way I doubt men ever have.

When I think she’s ready, I lay down between her legs and begin to lick her.

“Uh-uh,” I hear my lover scold me. “Ass up.”

She’s sitting behind me, and I know what she wants: an open, full view of my glistening pussy from behind. I obey, arching my back and putting my ass in the air, my thighs apart.

“Good,” she says, and I hear the chair creak as if she’s leaning forward. I hear her sip, ice hitting the side of the glass. I think about who I’m doing this for and my cunt drips.

Tina is squirming and moaning as I lick and tease her pussy, and I continue to take my time, making sure she’s good and ready before I do anything that might be new for her.

When her moans are load and insistent, when she’s bucking into me with her hips, when her hands come down to pull my head into her, I ask her: “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“What?” she says breathily.

“With my fingers,” I clarify.

“Ohhhh,” she moans. “Yesssss.”

I slide in just one, probing inside of her gently, pressing up into her to feel her inside. When I find her g-spot I curl my fingertip against it and she squeals. “Ahhh,” she moans, “do that again.”

I do, a couple times.

And then I pull my fingers out. She groans, but I push back in, this time with two fingers.

“Fuck her,” my lover says, her voice low. “Make her come.”

I nod, even though she can’t see it.

I am gentle with Tina, rocking my fingers in and out only to the middle knuckle, keeping pressure on her g-spot, feeling her pleasure build as her body tenses. This is nothing like the hard, rough way my lover fucks me, the way she slams into me until I ache. But Tina loves it. I keep my mouth on her clit, flicking it with my wet tongue, and it’s not long until she’s shuddering. As her pussy pulses around me, I hold my fingers deep inside of her and press hard, and she comes with her thighs clamped tight on either side of my head.

When she relaxes, she’s a puddle on the couch. I get up on my knees and look down at her, sweat shining on her soft skin. I look back at my lover, who finishes her drink and gestures for me.

I get up and come to her, and she grabs my hand and pulls me down onto her lap. My wet pussy presses against her trousered leg. Tina looks at us from the couch, raising herself up onto her elbows.

“So —” she starts, and then stops. “You’re not roommates.”

I smile. “No, we’re not roommates.” I cuddle in to my lover’s chest and she wraps Deneme bonusu veren siteler one arm around me. With the other, she takes out her phone.

“I’ll call you a cab,” she says to Tina.

“Oh,” Tina says softly, clearly disappointed. “I can’t… stay here… with you guys?”

My lover laughs and pulls me in closer. “I have to have my way with this one now.”

Tina blushes. She sits up and grabs her dress, makes to pull it on over her shoulders. Then she stops and looks at us again. Her eyes are wide, her look innocent, nonplussed. “Could I… watch?”

I feel, more than hear, my lover make a little growl in her throat, and she tenses her hands on me. I press my lips against her ear and murmur, “Let her watch.”

“No,” she says quietly. “What I want tonight is just for you.”

Tina dresses and we send her down to wait for her cab.

The front door of the apartment clicks shut, and she, still fully clothed, takes my naked body, slim and pale, in her arms. She kisses me deeply. I unbutton her shirt and run my hands over her torso, feeling the pebbles of her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Her mouth doesn’t leave mine, and my head is tilted up to meet her. I push her shirt off her shoulders, unfasten her sports bra, and reach down to open her pants, and then slide my hand into her underwear to cup her mound, her trimmed pubic hair rough against my palm. When I slip my finger into her slit, she’s wet and hot, and she groans into my mouth.

I drop to my knees again, just like I did for Tina, but this time I look up at a different face. I pull her pants and underwear down with both hands while resting my cheek against her pubis. She steps out of them and is nude, her body long, vulnerable. I inhale her scent. She rests her hand gently on the back of my head, and sensing her need, I make love to her with my mouth; she leans against the closed door and I run my tongue through her folds, finding the sensitive spots that make her hitch her breath.

When I dip my tongue further down, I meet a puddle of molten sex, her juices abundant and steaming warm. I lap at her and she groans. I speak with my mouth on her, muffled, but I know the vibrations are sending shocks of pleasure through her body: “Tell me what you liked.”

She understands me and replies as she tightens the grip she has on the back of my head. “I really liked watching you kiss her on the dance floor,” she says, a little gutturally. “Those soft little kisses were so fucking hot.” I recall them being pretty hot from my perspective, too.

“What else?” I mumble against her clit.

“When you took her panties off,” she moans, “and when you kissed her in the cab — oh!” She exclaims as I slide my hand into her.

As I piston my hand into her, I chuckle. “You’re so fucking perverted,” I tease. “You like anything in public, don’t you?”

She goes on, panting now as I fuck her. “Mmm-hmm. And — and I liked when you showed me your cunt while you fucked her, and — ohh, god — “

I return to sucking her clit into my mouth, feeling her temperature rise as her legs start to shake. I want to make her come like this. I let her keep talking.

“I fucking love telling you what to do,” she moans. “Oooh. Yes. I want you — to — always — ahhhh — ” she starts to lose the thread of what she’s saying as she starts to come, a word slipping out every time I pull my fingers back, her verbal centre failing when I push deep into her. “Always — listen — and do — Jesus fucking Christ — whatever I tell you to — fuck — “

And then she stops speaking and slumps against the door behind her, her knees going weak, and I feel her gushing down my wrist. I hold my hand inside of her to wait out her orgasm before I pull it out. I stand and kiss her, gentle at first, and then I run my fingers — wet with her juices — over her bottom lip and slide them into her mouth.

“I promise,” I whisper to her as she licks my fingers clean, “to listen and do whatever you tell me to.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she manages, and I pull her to bed.

It’s hardly the last sex we have that evening. It’s give and take, I discover. It’s a game of power, but it’s only fun when both parties have the kind of power they need. I like it when she spanks me and orders me around, but I also like taking care of her. I listen because I want to please her, and she commands me because she wants to please me.

Before the end of the night she’s fucking me with a strap-on, hitting me in the face, and calling me a dirty slut for taking an innocent straight girl home from the bar, and I love every second of it, so there you have it.

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This is a story I had written under my assumed name, Alicia Dawn, which I no longer use. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it, or maybe I should say re-written it correcting the many mistakes I had made. Places and names are only a coincidence to add flavor to the story.

I also would like to thank a close friend, Chris Reed and Mac for helping teaching me how to write a better story. I know that some may still find an error or two we over looked, oh well, shit happens.

My name is Kayla McBride, I’m five six, hundred twenty five pounds with short brown hair (exactly like Halle Berry’s hair) I was born in Turkey from an American father and Turkish mother, my father met my mother when he was on a military assignment in the Middle East. My father whose parents were Italian, and my mother Turkish, you might say I have a lot of Mediterranean blood in my veins. People say I’m sexy and attractive with my firm C cup breasts, brown eyes and Olive complexion.

I am now living at the RiverHouse high-rise apartment building in Washington, DC, with John, my husband who I’m married to for eight years, no kids, and no pets. John is working for a contractor supplying hardware for the military. He has is in easy walk to the Pentagon from our apartment. The apartments is close to everything, shopping, restaurants and we even have a Starbucks just around the corner. The apartment is on the eight floor, overlooking the Potomac River and Washington Monument.

I work as a travel agent in the Crystal City Shops. Sometimes going and coming from work the elevator stops at the sixth floor when I started noticing this woman either getting on or off. She is about five three very short pixie black hair, around hundred thirty pounds, firm B cup breasts, dark eyes and light skin complexion. Her legs and thighs were firm and muscular, indicating that she worked out regularly. While noticing her, my thoughts were a little confusing, I am not into women, but at the same time she was making my pussy moisten and tingle. I tried not thinking of her any more until that one day when she turned my world upside down.

It was a Tuesday, riding down the elevator; I was staring straight ahead thinking about my marriage and how unhappy and lonely I was feeling. I then noticed her staring at me, realizing I was staring at her. As I looked into her eyes, I could see warmth and a bit of mischief in them as she arched her eyebrows, giving me a slight smile at me. I saw a sparkle in here eyes. When the elevator stopped on the first floor, she again looked at me, showing me her perfectly white teeth, giving me a wink before walking out the door. It was when the doors closed I realize that I was holding my breath.

For the rest of my day, my thoughts where on my mysterious woman, sharing an elevator ride with me occasionally. I could see her in my mind, standing there, with her sweaty white t-shirt and black work out shorts. As I sat at my desk, each time I thought of her, I could feel myself smiling, and my pussy getting a little wetter.

Filling the whirlpool tub I sat in the hot water with the jets sending bubbles over my body, thinking about my life. I married John, eight years ago. We both were in our junior year in college. I had taken American History in the fall semester that year. We had sat beside each other, and by the time the semester was over, we were dating. After we both graduated, we got married. Maybe we should have waited until we were a little more secure, but then isn’t hindsight always better. I think the best part was deciding to wait before having any kids. Actually, looking back, it was more like a blessing to wait.

After we were married, our sex life was fun but not terrific, at first it seemed like he wanted sex, sometimes seven times a week. Then it dropped down to three to four times a week. By then the rockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in the air had long faded. Before long, I was lucky enough to have sex once a month. I’d go out and buy something really sexy at Victoria’s Secret, which only worked once or twice. I even tried to meet him at the door one day naked. Hell, his only comment was, “Gaining a little weight are we?” He slept on the sofa for two weeks for that little indiscretion.

Last year, he was promoted to district manager and started traveling quite often, being gone sometimes up to two weeks at a time. In a way, it was almost a blessing for me, not having him around all the time. My sex life did get a little better, even if it was my five fingers or Mr. V, as I called my favorite dildo. Actually, this is Mr. V the second; I wore the first one out.

For the past six years, no matter how many different ways I tried to talk to my parents, their only comment was, “He is such a good man, you can’t divorce him, and what would the neighbors say?”

Being the good daughter that I am, I’d just lower my head and pretend that I agreed. I decided to make do with the situation I was in but I ümraniye escort just sometimes I just wanted to say, “Fuck being good, I wanna real life and get laid!” Getting my nails and hair done I would sit and listen to the women around me talking about the gossip of who is seeing who and who is running around on who. I knew I didn’t want to be a part of all that gossip. Maybe I just needed someone a lot closer to home without any chance of being seen out in public.

For the most part I concentrated on my job as a travel agent, going to the gym four days a week to keep my college figure. It now became my normal routine, when John was gone; my vibrating dildo and I had this love affair going. I think it was the vibrator who couldn’t get enough of my pussy, because it was always in me.

As I laid there in the warm water, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, I could feel my pussy starting to tingle. I slipped my finger down my slit, caressing around my clit, then going lower until my finger was at the entrance of my now wet hole. Reaching down with my left hand I spread my lips open, then using two fingers I began circling my hole, working my fingertips in slowly. With my fingertips just inside my pussy, I began tweaking my clit, pulling on it, making me moan, while pushing my fingers deeper into my pussy. I lifted my ass, and rammed my two fingers deep into my pussy, while rubbing my clit with two fingers from my other hand. Not wanting to cum to soon, I began caressing my breasts and pinching and pulling on my nipples.

As I lay there, slowly fucking myself, her face, my unknown friend in the elevator was before me. Her eyes were smiling at me, as if it were her fingers that were slowly fucking me. I started moaning and pushing my hips to my fingers as I began fucking myself harder and faster. Her smile seemed to get bigger, her face closer as my body suddenly stiffened, my pussy was clamping down hard on my fingers. I could feel my juices coming out over my fingers mixing with the bath water I was sitting in.

As my breathing began to slow and return to normal, I reflected back to the intense orgasm, while thinking about my mystery girl in the elevator this morning. She had a masculine build, somewhat like a body builder. I began to wonder what it would be like under her control, make me do all kind of things with her. I’ve seen women in the gym, some wearing workout clothes so tight, it looked like they were wearing nothing, and you dam well knew it when you could see their camel toe as bold as ever. This girl had an effect on me I just couldn’t explain, even to myself. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, but… this girl seemed to turn me on more than anything else I had experienced in my life before now.

I stood up, opened the drain in the tub and turned on the shower to rinse off the soap and wash my hair. After stepping out of the tub, drying myself off and blow-drying my hair, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Although I did go to the roof each weekend and get as much sun as I could, with my olive complexion, there seemed to be no tan lines that could be easily seen. Cupping my breasts, they were soft, standing firm and my areolas were a deep dark chocolate, my nipples were slightly more pinkish. When sexually excited they would be as hard as a rock and stood out at least one half an inch.

Running my hands down over my stomach to my mons, I kept my pussy shaved clean. When needed, I would treat myself to a facial and manicure, then have Lola do a Brazilian wax on me. Thinking of Lola looking at my pussy all the sudden made me shiver with excitement thinking that she will soon be doing me again, but this time, I will have more of an appreciation of her looking at me. Turning sideways to the mirror, my stomach was flat due to my workouts. My butt, as it has been referred to my “bubble butt,” and to my pleasure, seemed to attract stares from both men and women.

I then thought to myself, that going down to the corner store and picking up a bottle of wine for this evening would add a nice touch to the day. Putting on my bra and panties, I went to the dresser and found a nice pair of shorts, not too long and ones that really showed off my butt and thighs. Slipping on a tank top with a plunging neckline showing the tops of my breasts. Grabbing my purse I was on my way.

As I returned from the corner store, I saw my mystery girl entering the lobby of the apartment building. I see her heading towards the mail boxes in the far corner of the lobby. I hurried over, hopping to see which mail box was hers. I got to my mailbox, taking my time watching out the corner of my eye. I see her staring at my body, I felt the starting to tingles all over, my pussy starting to spasm, my panties getting wet, “oh God, what is this girl doing to me?” I thought! I see her looking down at my pelvic area, I start to shutter as if I am having an orgasm just by her looking at me. With my olive complexion, I think she knew I was blushing with pendik escort the thoughts of what she was doing to me. I looked directly at her, only to see her give me a very broad smile, while licking her lips and giving me another wink as she closed her mail box and turned to walk away.

I dropped a letter on purpose, just so I could squat down and check to see if I had a wet spot visible. As I looked at my crotch, you could see a small wet spot in the seam of my shorts, but would have been undetectable unless I had spread my legs wider apart and she would have to squat down to see it. Relieved, I stood, closed my mailbox, I then walked over to hers. Number Six Fourteen, T. Randall. Mumbling to myself, ‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Everyone else puts their first name on their mailbox, but not Ms Randall,’ mumbling to myself. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow; maybe I’ll get up the nerve to ask her then.

As I walked into the apartment, the phone started to ring, checking the caller ID, it was John calling. He was telling me that he finished up early, and should me home in about an hour, depending on traffic. He asked what I was going to fix for dinner, which I told him it was to late to do anything now, but would call out and order Chinese food.

Later on after we had gone to bed, I laid there thinking of my day and my encounter with my little Ms T. Randall. As I lay there, I began to wonder what the “T” stood for, Tina, maybe Terry. It could be an exotic name like Tetra! Tomorrow I will ask her when I see her in the elevator again.

I woke up feeling refreshed and alive, more alive then what I felt in a long time. I washed up, eating a light breakfast, I made sure I headed to the elevator and my normal time. Today I was going to talk to Ms T Randall and get to know her. John was leaving town again this afternoon so I was going to have the next couple days to myself.

As the elevator passed the sixth floor, I realized I was not going to see her today. I quickly pressed the first floor button, maybe catching her in the lobby before she left. As the elevator stopped on the first floor, I stepped out into an empty lobby. My heart started to sink, knowing that I had missed her.

As I started to turn to press the button to go to the basement to get my car and go to work, I see her enter the lobby walking a dog. As she approaches, pushing all my fears aside, I turn facing her, “Hi my name is Kayla, I noticed you a few times coming and going.

“Hi Kayla, it is very good to meeting you also, my name is Tatianna.”

We stood talking, mostly about the weather and how nice it has been the past few weeks.

Having no idea how it came out of my mouth, I asked; “I wonder if we might have coffee or something to drink, give us a chance to get to know one another.”

Watching her lips curl into a smile, “Yes I would love to get to know all of you.” When she said ‘all of you’, there was that mischievous twinkle in her eyes, sending shivers up and down my spine.

“Why don’t you come to my apartment, six fourteen say around seven PM tonight, and please dress comfortably.”

All day at work, I had a difficult time keeping my mind on the job at hand, thinking about my meeting this evening with Tatianna. I was trying to plan what on what to wear tonight, should I pick something sexy, or revealing, showing off my curves and sexy butt? By five PM, as I was heading out the door to make my way home, I was still nowhere near deciding on what to wear tonight.

Entering that apartment, there was the usual mess in the kitchen left by John, probably making himself a lunch. Never could get him to pick up after himself, not only in the kitchen, but bath and bedroom also. Quickly cleaning up the kitchen and making myself a sandwich, I finally decided on one of my new bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret. It was a lacy thin transparent set which hid nothing of my sexy body.

After stripping and stepping into the shower, I quickly washed my body, then doing my hair. I wanted time to make sure I was shaved for this evening, making myself as smooth as possible. Stepping out of the shower, I dried my body with a fluffy towel, then dried my hair. Applying very little makeup I wanted to look as natural as possible, yet sexy at the same time.

By six thirty, there was no need to rush but still had to get dressed. Putting on my panties and bra, I needed to find something that clearly showed my body the best possible way, yet not look like a slutty prostitute. Picking out a soft pink silk blouse, I knew that with the thin material on the bra, it would still be able to see my nipples poking into my blouse. Next I picked a white pair of tight short shorts knowing that when I sat down, they would be pulled tight enough anyone would be able to see the camel toe of my pussy.

Finally at six fifty five, I grabbed my purse, a nice bottle of Rose’ wine, and headed for my date with Tatianna. As I stood in front of her door, my knees seemed bostancı escort to be getting weak, and the palms of my hands were getting wet from a nervous sweat. Lightly knocking on the door, it seem like seconds before it was opened and standing before me was this beautiful woman, her radiant smile spread across her face.

She was wearing a light blue silk robe, just long enough to cover her panties, but a slight bending at the hips or raising her arms would give me a view of her assets. The robe was open to just below her breasts, where it was tied with the with the robes belt. As I stood there, mesmerized by her beauty, my trance was broken when she stepped back asking, “Please come in and make yourself comfortable.” Stepping through the door and walked into the living room, she came up to me, “Would you like for me to put that on ice to chill?”

Embarrassed that I completely forgot myself, I quickly handed her the bottle, saying, “Please, I hope this is to your liking?”

Taking the bottle and looking at the label, “Yes, I have had this Rose’ before and enjoyed it immensely. Please have a seat and I will be right back, is there anything I can get you in the mean time?”

“No, I’m fine thank you.”

“Ok! I’ll be just a few minutes and will join you shortly.”

As she turned and started walking towards what would be the kitchen area, with each step, I caught a peak of her panties covering her firm butt cheeks, the kind you wanted cup and caress. A few minutes she returned carrying a tray with two wine glasses, a plate of cheese and crackers and sat it down on the coffee table. She returned to the kitchen, bring back the wine nestled in an ice bucket, with a hand towel wrapped around the neck of the bottle.

Pouring us both a glass of wine, handing me one of the glasses, and taking the other, she sat back on the sofa, pulling her one leg up under the other, giving me a perfect view of the thinly clad panties showing her pussy, and what looked like a wet spot forming in the gusset of her panties.

Averting my eyes as quick as I could to trying and maintain my composure, I too sat back on the sofa, putting my one leg under the other, giving her an ample view of my camel toe in my tight shorts. I knew before long she would also begin to see a wet spot, already feeling my pussy starting to leak my juices.

Smiling at one another, “I just wanted to say, that I’ve noticed you a few times in the elevator when I was coming or going to work, and felt that I would really would like to get to know you. I hope I am no embarrassing you?”

“No of course not, I’ve also noticed you, and thought you were rather attractive and sexy,” as she reached over, putting her hand on my knee, giving it a slight squeeze then keeping her hand on my knee.

Feeling her hand on my knee, I felt a slight blush rising, as my breath began to quicken. Looking into her eyes, “I also thought you were very attractive and appealing. As you may or may not know, I am married, but seeing you those few times, I felt an attraction towards you. I’m sorry if I am embarrassing you.” Feeling my blush rise to my face at my own statement.

Taking a sip of her wine, she sat it back down on the tray, and slid a little closer, taking my wine glass from me and putting it beside hers on the tray, she cupped my chin in her hand turning me towards her, caressing my chin and cheek with her fingernails,

“Have you ever kissed girl before today?

“No, I never have!”

Have you ever fantasized or thought about making love to another woman?

Looking into her eyes, “Yes I have,” not wanting to say I fantasied about her!

She slid even closer, her face close to mine. I could feel her breath on my lips as she spoke;

“I am going to kiss you, relax your mind, and let your body embrace the kiss. Taste my lips on yours, feel the passion rise within yourself, embrace the passion and share it with me.”

Closing my eyes as I felt her hand slid to the back of my neck, her lips brush against mine, causing a loud moan and a jolt pass though my body and settle in my stomach. My pussy immediately began soaking my panties and wetting my shorts. Her tongue slid across my upper lip, then back across my lower lip.

As she pressed her lips to mine, I moved my hands to her shoulders, pulling her to me, pressing my breasts to hers, and mashing my hard nipples to hers. As our lips were sliding back and forth against each other, I felt her tongue slipping between my lips, sliding back and forth across my teeth as if in search of something. Parting my lips a little more, I pushed my tongue forward to meet hers. As our tongues touched, we both moaned into each other’s mouth. Our tongues began a dueling dance with each other, each sucking on the others tongue, then exchanging the dance.

After a few minutes of intense kissing, we parted lips, pressing our foreheads to one another trying to catch our breath. Tatianna was caressing my face with her fingertips, sliding them down my neck. Her fingers began a slow journey until she was cupping my breasts in her hands, using her thumb and forefinger to twist and pinch my hard nipples. With each twist and pinch I moaned, letting her know how I felt.

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“Annnd five!” I shout triumphantly. I pushed the barbell back into place and laid back, panting. I was drenched in sweat, but felt good. It had only been recently that I had started to workout, wanting to fill my slim frame with more muscle. My friend Chris had been more than kind enough to let me use his home gym in his garage. It was packed to the brim with all the latest workout gear, which must have cost him a fortune. It definitely paid off though, because Chris was an absolute stud. I sat up and began to drink in the hunk that was my friend, working out in the corner doing curls, headphones in his ears.

He had sandy blond hair and tanned skin. His wireframe glasses framed his handsome face nicely, with just a hint of stubble on his jaw and sweat beading his forehead. He wore a thin muscle shirt, his smooth, massive biceps flexing with each curl, glistening with sweat, and his powerful shoulders flexed with effort. My eyes traced down to his thick pecs that peeked out from under the thin piece of fabric. I can easily make out the thick slopes of his slabs of muscle, his nipples straining the fabric. My eyes continued to wander down his flat abs and paused at the bulge that was plainly visible in his whte shorts. Damn what I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on his cock, I mused to myself. As My eyes continued to wander down his tree trunk legs, I wrapped up my eye fucking of him and stood up and stretched. I adjusted my bulge and walked over to the mirror, taking a peek at my progress.

I noted my curly black hair, happy with how its been growing out over the past few months, I noted my beard, relatively kempt, and noticed the progress on my arms and my chest. My slim, olive frame had some definition to it, but definitely still a twinky, slim look to myself. I traced my eyes down to my package nicely nestled in the jockstrap I wore, the red band peeking out a bit. I turned and took a look at my ass, the one part of my body I was proud of. I had a great jiggle to it, and I’ve been bent over many times taking a deep pounding and had many admirers for this bubble butt. I smiled at myself.

“Yo Lain bro I know you’ve got a fat ass, don’t have to remind me!” I turned and saw that Chris had finished his set and was smiling in my direction. I blushed slightly and laughed back.

“Sometimes I just gotta remind ya you know?” I called back, and went back to the bench. I mentally prepared myself for another set and grabbed the bar. My arms felt like jello, and I had a feeling I would need some help.

“Yo Chris, can you give me a spot?” I called out.

“Yea man for sure.” He walked over and placed himself at the bead of the bench. My view was amazing enough that I could drool. Chris was standing above me, his big bulge inches from my face. The slopes of his pecs stuck out like mounds, and the sweat on his body was evident. He looked down at me with a smile. “You got this my guy,” he said reassuringly. I smiled back and glanced away.

We began the set slowly, his hands barely touching the bar. Up and down, slowly but steady. My eyes were glued to the ceiling, Chris barely contained package in my view. On the last set I struggled, my arms void of any strength, the bar at my chest. I felt Chris knee slightly, and his bulge was on my face, the fabric rubbing against my nose as he helped ümraniye escort me push the bar back up. Once it was racked my arms dropped to the side as I panted to catch my breath. I looked up at Chris, expecting him to say something about basically humping my face. But he didn’t. He stood there looking powerful, hands on his hips as he looked me in the eye.

“You want it don’t you?” he said matter-of-factly. I knew in an instant what he meant, and I swallowed nervously.

“Yes I do, I want it.” I replied back. He smirked at me, and bent over, raising the level of the bench as I laid there. When he stood back up, My face was now at level with his cock.

“Lick it,” Chris commanded. “Get it nice and wet.”

That was all the urging I needed as I stuck my tongue out and lapped at his hidden package. I licked and sucked on the fabric, feeling his dick harden behind the fabric. I used only my mouth and tongue, my eyes closed as I moaned and sucked harder. After a few minutes of soaking his fabric in my spit, Chris stepped back and yanked his shorts and tight boxers down, and stepped forward.

Chris’ massive cock flopped onto my face, the head oozing precum. His dick was a solid 8 inches and thick. Thin blonde hairs were buzzed short, and his heavy balls were hairless. He was cut, and marvelled at the veins running down from his head. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the precum, loving the taste.

“Suck my dick Lain, show me how much you’ve wanted it.” Chris urged. That was all I needed to hear as I took his cock in my right hand and guided it towards my mouth. I took his head into my mouth and sucked gently, eliciting a moan from Chris. I took a few more inches down my throat, feeling his size as it spread my throat open. I licked up and down his shaft, coating it with my split, enjoying every inch of his cock. It tasted clean and musky, and I reveled in the taste. I took his cock out of my mouth and sucked on his big balls, taking them both into my mouth and coating them in spit.

“Fuck youre a atual at this arent you dude, fucking best head Ive had in a long time! But i wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours!” Chris grabbed my head and pulled it over the edge of the bench, he grabbed both of my wrists, immobilizing me as I looked up at him. My face was and lips were covered in precum and spit, and my mouth was open, waiting for his fat cock. He guided his meat into my waiting mouth and pushed it deeper down my throat. He pushed all the way in till his balls were pushed against my face. I let out a muffled groan, the filling of his thick cock stuffed down my throat was amazing.

“Damn you took that all the way, you really are slut for thick cock aren’t you? He grunted out.

I attempted a muffled “Yes!” but it was difficult with 8 inches of dick down my throat. Chris let go of my left wrist and placed it around my neck, choking me slightly. He slowly pulled his cock out of my throat, and a trail of spit and precum followed. I gasped and coughed, but had only a second or two before he pushed his dick back into my mouth. He began to fuck my mouth slowly, his hand wrapped around my throat the whole time.

“Fuck thats a good boy, yeaa take my cock like you wanted to. Your throat feels so good, I love the look on a sluts face while i tear their mouth open with my dick”

The dirty talk was driving me wild, and my cock was rock hard in my jockstrap. pendik escort I continued to gag and choke on his cock, spit dripping out of my mouth as my hunky friend assaulted my throat. In and out, in and out he piledrived my mouth with no mercy.

“Yea just like that, gag on my cock like a good bitch. I’m gonna use your mouth on the regular now that I know what a good cocksucker you are. I love making bitches like you choke!”

Chris pulled out and pushed all the way in, making me jerk and choke. He held my throat and started to squeeze, choking off my air supply.

“Yes take it! Hold it there, I can feel my fucking cock through your bitch throat, thats so fucking hot.”

Chris held me down as I struggled for breath. I coughed and spasmed, trying to get any air in. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled his cock out and let go of my throat. I coughed and breathed in ragged gasps of air.

“Fuck that was the hottest face fuck ive ever had.” I panted “You’ve got a hell of a cock and know how to use it dude.”

Chris stood there with his dick standing hard, dripping in spit and precum. He smiled and laughed, then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, muscular body.

“Oh were not done yet, youre gonna be my personal fuck toy from now on. Now get over here and show me how much you love my muscles. I can tell you’ve been staring at me everytime we work out.”

I began to get up off the bench, my neck sore and stiff.

“Oh and lose the clothes, but keep the jock strap on, itll be hot to fuck you in that.” Chris said casually. I smiled back at him and stripped down to my red jockstrap. I walked over to him and he grabbed me by the hips.

“Damn the gym’s been paying off for you dude! Got some nice definition going on here!”

I beamed at his compliment as he pawed all over my body. His hands wandered down to my bulge and he gave it a squeeze. I moaned in response, and his hands worked their way back to my bubble butt. He gave my cheeks a slap, and I jumped.

“I cant wait to get my cock buried in that ass. Damn man If i had known before I would have left you with a load of cum after each workout!”

Chris grabbed my hand and guided it to his pecs. I used both my hands to massage the thick, sweaty mounds of muscle, tracing every dip and valley. I ran my hands along his hard biceps that he flexed for me, seeing his hairy pits and smooth torso.

“Lick my body dude, show me how much you like it.”

I stuck my tongue out and ran it over his pecs. I licked the sweat out of the deep valley in between each mound, and traced my tongue over his nipples. Chris shivered and let out a moan.

“You like that dont you?” I teased him as I flicked my tongue in and out over his sensitive nipple.

He grinned down at me and grabbed me by my hair, pushing my face deeper onto his chest, growling. “Fuck yes I do, so keep sucking it!”

I continued to suck and nibble on his nipples, covering them in my spit as Chris moaned in pleasure above me. After a short while, he pulled me away.

“Turn around and show me that ass, youre about to get the fuck youve been dreaming of.”

I quickly obliged and turned around onto the bend, arching my back and presenting my bubble ass to my friend. He stepped forward and gave my ass a slap before teasing my hole with his thick cock.

“Hope your spit and my precum will be bostancı escort enough cause im fucing you raw bitch.” He said. I shuddered from nervousness and excitement.

“Beg for it, Lain. Beg me to fuck you.” He whispered seductively, his cock on the edge of my hole, his hands on my hips.

“Please fuck me Chris. Ive always wanted your hard cock inside of me, please fuck me hard. Please breed my hole! I begged Chris.

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” he said before pushing his cock into my waiting hole.A moan escaped my throat as I felt his thick meat impale me inch by inch.

“Fuck youre so big!! Fuck it hurts so good!”

“Fuck youre so tight, take ervy inch of my cock!” Chris cried out before slamming the last few inches into my hole, his balls slapping against me, his hands still firmly on my waist.

“FUCCCCK” I cried out as I let the thickness of his cock all the way in. It felt like I was being split in two, but the pain slowly faded to pleasure as my hole adjusted to his meat.

“You have such a tight fucking hole man, it feels so good around my cock.” Chris said as he slowly began to fuck my bubble butt. He pulled slowly halfway, then pushed back in, my back arching more and my head thrown back as he hit just the right spot inside me. His hands left my hips and wrapped around my throat as he began to pick up the pace of fucking my hole.

“Fuck me fuck yes fuck oh my god it feels so good fuck dont stop Chris dont stop” I said as i moaned and whimpered, taking every inch of his cock. I loved the feeling of being dominated, and Chris dominated me well. There I was, my friends hands wrapped around my throat, my back arched back on his bench as he fucked me senseless in my red jockstrap. I was in slut heaven.

“Yea Lain fucking take my dick dude, you’re such a good cock slut fuck man. You like that? You like being my bitch? You like it when i fuck you hard like this?! Chris picked up the pace, slamming into my ass, making my cheeks bounce as he fish-hooked my mouth with one hand, spreading it open. His other hand slapped my ass, then reached around and squeezed by rock hard cock in my jockstrap, making me moan.

“Yea you like it, your cock is fucking rock hard just waiting to burst isn’t it? My dick makes you feel good doesn’t it you fucking slut.”

All I could do was moan in reply as my mouth was spread open. Chris continued to fuck my hole harder and harder, his hand rubbing my cock and slapping my ass, making it sting and bounce. He removed his hand from my mouth and pulled my head back by my hair, forcing a deeper arch.

“Fuck im getting so close to cumming, im gonna flood your guts with my cum, you’re gonna be bred. You ready for it? You ready for my load?”

“Fuck yes give me your load fucking fill me up with your cum!” I panted out. Chris pulled harder and i yelped in pain as his fucking became deeper and more frantic. With one hand I pulled my rock hard 7 inch cock out, and began to frantically jerk myself off.

“Here. It. Comes!! FUCKING TAKE IT!” Chris cried out as I felt his cock twitch inside me as he came like a fountain, he didn’t ease his fucking, he continued to pound my hole as he came inside me. At the same time my cock erupted, spraying cum onto the bench in thick ropes. Chris continued to shoot ropes inside my hole for a few seconds more, before collapsing on top of me, pushing me into my own cum. We both lay there, panting, exhausted.

Chris pushed up off of me and pulled his cock out of me, cum oozing from my hole. He slapped me gently on the ass.

“Soo, next week at the same time?” He said. I smiled, workouts just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

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