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Creampie

“Are you in the mood for anything in particular?” I ask as we pull out of the parking lot. You immediately begin laughing. “What? What are you laughing at?” I quickly realize why you are laughing and flick you in the stomach as I laugh too. “I guess that means I shouldn’t ask what you feel like eating, hunh?” You only laugh harder. I roll my eyes at you. “Good thing. Otherwise I’d tell you my house is only 15 minutes from here.”

“What?” You stop laughing and look at me.

“Don’t be surprised. Coming from me that shouldn’t surprise you. Now, if you were to say it, it would be surprising.”

“OK.”

“OK what?”

“OK that your house is only 15 minutes from here.”

I cut my eyes at you, trying to stay focused on the road. “What are you talking about?”

You take a deep breath. “Let’s start that conversation over again, OK?”

“OK. Are you in the mood for anything in particular?”

“You.”

This is starting to border on annoying. “Let me rephrase that,” I say. “What do you feel like eating?”

“You.”

I turn my head to look at you as my jaw hits the floor. “Red light,” you say, and I slam on the brakes. I look at you. You give me that smile. “Is that OK?” I smile back and nod. You take my hand and kiss it.

The light turns green. I move my hand to shift into gear. You cover my hand with yours, fingers intertwined, rubbing your thumb on the back of my hand in a circular motion. You slowly run your fingertips up my bare arm to the edge of my sleeve. Chills run through my body. I have missed your touch.

You lean toward me, your breath in my ear. The desire to close my eyes is great, but I know I’ll run us off the road if I do. Barely, just barely, you brush your lips against my ear. You run your tongue around the edge of my ear, pausing to clench my earlobe between your teeth. You barely breathe my name into my ear.

I grip the steering wheel even tighter, trying to control the feelings coursing through my body. As you continue to torture my ear, you take my right hand in yours. You guide my hand to the tight bulge in your jeans, rubbing my fingers up and down your shaft through the fabric. I can feel you growing beneath my fingers. You place your hand on my stomach and slowly slide the thin fabric of my shirt up.

“This is it,” I say as I stop the car. I turn toward you and your mouth covers mine hungrily. You kiss me deeply, your hand sliding through my hair, pulling me closer to you. We break the kiss and quickly get out of the car.

You press your body illegal bahis up against my back as I am fumbling with the keys. You kiss my ear then my neck, your hands cupping my breasts. I can feel how hard you are. Your mouth covers my ear again. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about eating you?” you murmur into my ear, your hands at my waist, unzipping my jeans. I groan as I finally get the door unlocked and we stumble inside.

You kick the door shut behind you as you kiss me again. We don’t even make it to the couch or to the bed upstairs. In about two seconds, we are on the steps, you half next to me, half on top of me. You pull my shirt up and unhook the leopard-print bra, breaking the kiss to bury your face in my cleavage. I take my shirt and bra off the rest of the way and help you shed your shirt. I kick my shoes off as you finish with my zipper and pull my jeans over my hips.

You kiss my stomach, pulling on my navel ring with your teeth. You slide the matching panties off my body and shift yourself down a step. Your hands spread my thighs a little further apart. I run my fingers through your hair, grasping your head in my hands, my heels wrapped around your lower back.

After what feels like an eternity, I feel your breath. You slowly lick up the length of my lips. A jolt runs through my body. “Oh God.” I feel your tongue on my clit, lightly teasing me, driving me crazy. Your thumbs spread my lips. Suddenly, you drive your tongue into me as far as you can. I moan and tighten my legs around you. You plunge your tongue in and out of me, bringing me closer to the edge. I am so close to the edge, but I want to beg you to slow down, to stop and make it last longer. But I don’t; my hands only pull you closer.

The thrusts of your tongue become deeper, if that’s possible. You flick your tongue across my clit as I cry out in pleasure. Your lips cover my swollen bud and you suck, gently at first, and then harder. My body explodes. You lap up the juices flowing from my body, your touch making the orgasm last even longer.

You continue to tease me. You lick my lips and my clit and kiss my thighs. Your hands go under me to lift me slightly off the stairs. You trail your tongue down my thighs toward my ass. You lightly run your tongue where the tops of my thighs join my ass, sending an intense shiver through my body for the millionth time today. I gasp from pleasure as you sink a finger inside me and rub your thumb on my clit again. You run the fingertips of your free hand across my ass until my entire casino siteleri body is shaking from pleasure.

You flick your tongue against my clit again, and rake your teeth across it. Your finger is still inside of me, slowly pumping in and out. I feel your eyes on me and look down at you. Your eyes have that look in them. “Ready to go again?” they ask. I moan and close my eyes at your smile. You increase the speed of your finger and sink a second one inside of me. Your lips cover my clit and you suck.

“That feels soooo good,” I moan. It almost feels ticklish, but I know that means I’m close to the edge again. You increase the pressure on my clit, rubbing your tongue against it as well. I buck my hips closer to you, my heads still on your head. You lightly clench my clit in your teeth and I almost scream from the intensity of the orgasm. “OH GOD!”

You don’t move your lips from my body until well after the orgasm has finished, and I start giggling. You slide up and kiss me. I love kissing you when I can taste myself on your lips and tongue. There is something so intensely erotic about that. I wrap my arms around you, kissing you deeply.

We break the kiss and start getting our clothes back on. I see the look of discomfort cross your face when you stand. I know you are still rock hard, and if I didn’t think we’d both get fired for not coming back to work, I’d drag you upstairs.

Instead I pull you to me and kiss you again. “Come on, sweetie. We gotta get back to work.” I pull you outside and lock the door. “Here,” I say, handing you the keys. “I’m not sure I can drive.” I grin.

We get in the car to go back. You adjust the seat and the mirrors. You turn to me. “You sure you want me to drive your car?” I nod and kiss you again as I slide my fingertips up your shaft and begin to unbutton your jeans….

You groan as I unzip your jeans. “Hold on,” I say. “Before you start the car…” I slide the jeans slightly down, exposing the tops of your black boxer-briefs. I can see your erection pressing through the fabric. I rub the tip of you, feeling how wet you already are. “Now, make sure you don’t close your eyes,” I tease. “And tell me if we pass anyone from work.” You groan again, and shift the seat back slightly.

My hands free your straining cock from your briefs. I lightly run my fingers up and down your shaft, exposing as much of you as I can. I shift in my seat so I can lean in closer to you, and I run my tongue just barely over your tip. I hear your sharp intake of breath. “Make poker siteleri sure you keep your eyes open,” I caution again. Then my lips cover you.

“Oh God.” You lean as far back into the seat as you can, giving me as much access as is possible in the car. I take as much of you as I can in my mouth; not quite your full length. I try to position myself to get the best angle. I slide my lips up the length of your shaft, almost breaking contact at the tip, and then I run my tongue back down. This is so incredibly erotic and I feel myself getting wetter.

I continue to tease you, sliding my tongue up and down your shaft, varying speeds. I wrap one hand around the base of your cock and lightly squeeze. I again take as much of you as I can in my mouth. I suck deeply, trying to pull you further into my mouth.

“Babe, we’re about a mile away,” you tell me. I increase the pressure of my mouth and my hand, stroking your full length with both. I can feel you growing harder with every passing second; feel you swelling even more in my mouth. The tip of my tongue finds the sensitive spot right below your head. I apply pressure, gently at first, then more firmly until you cry out. “Oh God. Oh God. I’m … gonna ….” I hear you moan, seconds before you explode in my mouth.

I adjust myself so I can swallow every drop, continuing to massage your head as you climax. I am on the edge as well, and know that I will need to be heading to the ladies’ room once we get back to take care of that, wishing that you could join me.

My lips still on your shaft make you start to squirm, so I slowly slide them off of you. I sit up and look at you. We are at the stoplight by the office. Your hands are clenched on the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles are white. Thank God it’s a red light, because you’ve practically put the brake through the floor. I grin at you as I slide your briefs back into position. I put the emergency brake on, giving you a chance to shift so I can pull your jeans back up and zip them. And then, because the light is still red, I lean over to kiss you.

“Wow,” you say when you break the kiss.

“Wow is right. We’ll have to go to lunch again sometime.” I grin.

“Yeah.” You laugh. At my quizzical look, you tell me, “I hope no one asks what we ate.”

I burst out laughing. As we pull into the parking lot, I tell you, “I hope no one’s in the ladies’ room. There’s something I need to take care of again.”

You groan. “Why do you tell me these things when you KNOW I can’t do anything about it?”

“Because, love, I want you to imagine me trying to control my moans as I bring myself to yet another climax today. And because the whole time, I’ll be wishing you were the one bringing me there again.”

You groan again.

“Thanks for lunch, darling.”

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Tina , Her Sister Ch. 14

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College Student

The next few days went by in a blur. I got my friend to send the porn samples and set up a time with my friend, the state vice cop, to visit Rev. Johnson. We decided on Saturday. It fit his schedule, also we knew the worm would be in his office in the afternoon working on his sermon, and it would break in the Sunday paper. I got some hesitation from the reporter, he claimed his editor was giving him a problem. So I talked to the editor and simply told him if he wasn’t interested I could offer my yet undisclosed scoop to the rival paper in the area. In the end he figured an hour of the reporter’s time was a small gamble against being scooped by the competition and agreed, reluctantly, to let the guy have a photographer and an hours time to cover a story of which he had no idea of the subject.

The whole thing went off without a hitch. Tina went into the church and lured him into the main area to talk. Frank and I snuck in through the back door, planted the goodies and back out. Tammy waited biting her nails in the diner across the street. When we finished we signaled her by the detective walking in. Tina told him she would think some more and left. The four of us sat in the diner and watched, about a half hour later State Police patrol cars pull up, out comes Rev Johnson in cuffs. The reporter gets his pictures and an interview with the arresting officer, including a look at the evidence that was found and some pictures of it. He was so excited when he left to write the story I think he must have cum in his pants.

There were banner headlines the next morning “LOCAL CHURCH LEADER ARRESTED IN CHILD PORN RING.” Complete with pictures of him and the evidence. The girls were gleeful and I was their hero. Frank called to congratulate me and the State Police detective called to let me know that they had hauled out 12 boxes of evidence, which included the stuff they found in the locked room in the basement and his home.

Now I was floored. Apparently there was no need to plant evidence the guy had is own stash. Over the next few weeks women began to step forward, one at a time and slowly at first to testify how the worm had molested them as children. The witnesses began getting younger and younger until a 14 year old girl came out and filed a formal complaint detailing 5 years of sexual service to the worm as a way to “save her soul from the devil”. Now I am pretty liberated when it comes to sex but two things I have no tolerance for is abusing children and rape, so I began to feel proud and satisfied in the part I played in bringing the pig down. The girls were happy and after the first two weeks stopped paying attention to the news. As far as they were concerned it was done and justice was served.

I thought my biggest hope would be realized when Frank called one evening. The girl’s father had called him. He was trying to reach the girls and wanted to talk to them. He wanted to know if Frank had heard from them. Frank gave him an earful and ended up telling him that he could reach the girls anytime but didn’t know if they wanted to talk to him after he tried to turn them over to the child molester. But he would pass a message on to the girls for him.

I really had hoped the girls would be able to find a way to at least talk to their parents. Having lost mine and having only a sister that I was estranged from made me aware how important family can be. The girls called home, they didn’t want to but I urged them to. Well their parents were sorry they didn’t believe Tina and they wanted them to come home, but they insisted that they renounce their sinful ways and cut all ties with their sinful friends, etcetera, etcetera. Tina was gracious, thanked them for the offer but told them no, she was happy living with her boyfriend and was going to stay and build a life wherever it led to. Tammy just plain told them she was staying wherever Tina was. Both told them they wanted to be able to visit and talk. But the parents were adamant that if they were going to continue with Satan they were not welcome. It was sad really, to see these people cut off ties with their children because of a difference of opinion in religion.

After that things settled down and the three of us settled into a routine. We all shared my bed which was cozy until someone got restless. We shared sex and love and housework and chores. The two sisters insisted on doing most of the domestic stuff cleaning and laundry and the cooking. They did allow me to cook certain dishes which they decided I was better at then they were. One thing which really surprised me was that about two weeks after they moved in they came home one day and handed me a deposit slip from the bank. I looked at it and realized it was one of the preprinted ones I kept in my desk. The receipt showed a deposit made for two separate amounts. I looked at the girls, who were standing proudly in front of me, with a puzzled look on my face.

Tina finally spoke up “We decided that it wasn’t fair for you to pay all the bills and buy all the food so we are bahis siteleri going to deposit our checks into your account. Then if you can give us a small allowance for lunch money and clothes and stuff we’ll be happy.”

Tammy joined in “If we are going to be a family of three then we should act like it and put everything together. We know you will take care of us and be good to us and we don’t want to take advantage of you. After all you are the Master.” She added with a smile.

I was stunned. Every previous woman I had lived with had done nothing but give me trouble about money. They always expected me to pay all the bills and give them an allowance and they would keep their own checks besides. Now I had two who were just giving me everything and trusting me to take care of it.

Here the suspicious part of my mind kicked in, “What kind of allowance, 110% of what they contribute” I though to myself. But I bit my tongue and asked, “How much allowance do you think you’ll need?”

They looked at each other and Tammy answered. “Do you think $20 a week is too much?”

I was shocked again. “I think if you’re going to be buying clothes and lunch and spending money you will need more like $100.” I answered.

Now they were shocked. That’s when I found out that when they were living at home their parents demanded all of their earnings and gave them each $10 a week. They thought I was the most generous person in the world and they showed it by springing on me and smothering me with kisses and hugs. After a couple of minutes of excited fawning on me they dragged me back to the bedroom to show they’re appreciation in more tangible ways.

By the time we reached the bedroom both girls had nearly all of their clothing off and they wasted no time in stripping me naked. Tina pushed me down on the bed so I was laying on my back and jumped on top of me. She began running her tongue over my lips and darting it into my mouth while she rubbed her pussy on my crotch. I was excited and ready to get fucked but she wanted to tease me a bit first. She turned around putting us into a 69 as she straddled my face. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and began to lick while she went to work on my cock with her mouth. I briefly wondered where Tammy was but discounted it figuring she was watching from somewhere I could not see her and probably playing with herself. I was enjoying the 69 with Tina and was losing myself in her young sweet pussy. As the pussy juice flowed out from her and down onto my face I suddenly heard Tammy say “I’m ready.” With that Tina rolled off of me and I saw Tammy standing at the foot of the bed. She was wearing her leash and collar and a smile, but she was holding things which I didn’t recognize.

I sat up to get a closer look and realized she was holding a collection of chains and handcuffs. I nearly panicked thinking they were going to tie me up, which is something I would not be comfortable with. I rolled off the bed to get away but instead of approaching me she crawled onto the bed and dropped her burden on it as she laid down.

Tina looked at me and asked. “How do you want to tie her up?” she had an evil grin on her face. I realized that they had not planned on restraining me but on chaining down Tammy. I looked at the collection of restraints on the bed and asked “Where did you get this stuff?”

“We called your friend and told him we wanted to give you a present, all tied up and he sent these up for us as a gift, sort of a house warming present.” Tammy said. “Is that Ok?”

“Yeah it’s Ok. I’m just surprised. I didn’t know you guys knew about this stuff that’s all.” I answered.

“Well we didn’t but it was his suggestion he said he thought you would like it and he sent some magazines and a video tape to help give us some ideas. It looked like fun and Tammy wanted to be the victim and I have to admit that it was fun spanking her that time so I thought I might like it too.” Tina offered.

I looked at the two of them for a few seconds, “Ok Tammy get up on your knees. Tina cuff her hands behind her back then use the leg irons on her feet.” I picked up a collection of leather straps and rivets and looked at it. The girls had it all tangled up so I untangled it and tossed it to Tina. “Here put that on it’s for you, the Mistress.”

She stared at it and said “We were trying to figure out what it was. But how do I put it on?”

I smiled and took it from her and helped her into the harness. When I had it on her the effect was, exciting. There was a wide belt that went around the waist and two smaller straps that each started out in the front connected to the belt then went down to her crotch where they joined then out the back and up the side of each ass cheek. The effect was to frame her pussy with black leather and push her ass cheeks together and hold them there. There was also a small snap in the crotch onto which an attachment could be snapped, but more on that later. Also starting at the belt another strap came canlı bahis siteleri up from the center to a point between her tits where it joined the crisscrossed straps that framed her tits and made them stand out even more than they did naturally. Once I had everything snapped and buckled I stepped back. Tammy was kneeling on the bed all chained up and as I stepped away from Tina, she drew a loud breath, “Wow, sis you look hot!”

Tina was looking a little apprehensive before her sister’s comment now she beamed. I opened the closet door so she could see herself in the full length mirror and she just stared at herself turning slightly each way then turning around to see her ass. She did look hot! I was tempted to lay her down and fuck her right then and there. Instead Tammy interrupted “Tina, show him the rest of the stuff maybe he knows what it’s for.” Tina scurried out of the room and came back with a box.

I looked in and found that the girls had only brought a small portion of what we had. I started sorting thought it and pulled out a riding crop, which promptly went across Tina’s ass. Then I handed it to her and told her to try it on her sister. She stepped over and gave Tammy two good whacks on the ass. Tammy yelped then smiled, “Thank you mistress.” I glanced up at her and noticed that her nipples were standing at attention and there was moisture visibly glistening on her snatch. She was horny just sitting there chained up and watching her sister in the outfit.

That was when I came across something I had been keeping my eye out for. It was in the bottom of the box with a few other small items. It looked like a small rubber ball cut in half with a metal stud affixed to the flat part. I called Tina over and loosened her belt then reached in between her legs and snapped my find into place. I then pulled up her harness and re-buckled the belt. She stood there looking at me wide eyed. “That feels weird.” She said. What she was experiencing was the rounded half of the rubber ball slipping partially into her pussy. Sliding between her lips and just holding her pussy open.

“Move around a little.” I told her. She took a small step then leaned from side to side and front to back. A huge smile crossed her face. “Can I wear this thing all day, under my clothes at work. I would cum about one every half hour. The way that thing rubs against my clit, it’s…. scrumptious.”

I just laughed in response. Tammy started in “I want to try it!”

“Shut up slave!” Tina ordered and gave her sister a light crack across her tits with the riding crop. Tammy gasped as the pain shot through her, but she answered correctly “Yes Mistress.”

I finished sorting through the box and found the girls had quite a collection of bondage accessories. I even found a piece for me. A wide leather belt with a leather codpiece with a slit in it to allow easy access. I slipped it on and picked up a small wooden handle which had an array of leather straps attached to it. A handy size cat-o-nine tails.

I walked over to the bed and Tammy. “Now bitch, you will pleasure us or be beaten.” I ordered.

Tammy smiled back at me and said “I would rather die than be the object of your pervert pleasure.” She fell immediately into the game I noted.

I answered her with my whip across her ass. Hard enough for a sting put not painful. “Lick your sister’s snatch.” I ordered.

“Never.”

I used the whip a little harder this time. That brought a yelp and she leaned forward. “Please Mistress may I eat you.” Tammy asked.

Tina walked over and stood in front of her with her legs spread about two feet apart and pushed her snatch into her sister’s face. Tammy started to lick at what she could reach. Tina gave her a crack with the riding crop across the ass, “Pleasure me well bitch.”

Now Tammy was on her knees on the bed, bent over so that she could reach her sister’s snatch, actually just her slit and mound. But this put her ass sticking up into the air. Tina was occasionally brining the riding crop down on Tammy’s ass as Tammy licked her crotch. I walked around behind Tina and gave her a fairly hard swat with my whip. “Don’t damage her, cunt. She’s no use to us beaten up. No one will pay for a damaged sex slave.”

“Yes Master.” Tina answered as her sister continued to eat her.

“Does she have you hot enough girl? Are you ready for me to fuck you while the slave watches? I demanded

“Yes Master. I am hot enough. I’m ready to cum now.”

“Good. Sit back bitch and watch me fuck your sister.” I ordered

Tammy sat back on her heels and watched as I undid Tina’s belt and unsnapped her straps freeing up her pussy for my use. She sat back on the bed and laid down with her legs hanging over the edge. I pulled my cock out of the codpiece and slid the head up and down Tina’s slit. She was wet and ready from the licking her sister had given her and the rubber ball that had been holding her open. I let myself slide in and felt that feeling of heaven güvenilir bahis as her pussy enveloped my cock. It only took three strokes when I felt her clamp down on my meat and gush her juices over me. She had been right she was close to cumming. I was worked up but did not want to lose my load yet so I pulled out and order Tammy to suck me clean. She dove onto my cock and sucked and licked like it was all she’d ever get. After a minute or two I swatted her with the whip. “Enough, now clean your sister.”

Tammy worked her way down off the bed and between her sister’s legs. No easy feat with her hands cuffed behind her and her feet in leg irons. Somehow she managed it and went to work in earnest on her sister’s cunt. I watched for a couple of minutes while she ate Tina. All the while I was running my hand over her. Finally I reached down and put my hand on her pussy. I had barely touched her, I had not even slipped my finger inside her yet but she came in my hand. With an earth shattering orgasm she just plain gushed juice out onto my hand and the floor. She left a puddle on the floor, not a tiny one either. “Tammy, it appears your enjoying yourself.”

She pulled her face out of her sister’s pussy and answered “God yes, that may have been the best orgasm I ever had.”

That just goes to show you that 90% of sex is in the mind.

I made her stand up and bend over to continue eating her sister, who by now was whimpering for more. Then as she was standing bent over I slipped my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her in earnest. I had had enough of waiting and I wanted to blow my load into a pussy. While I was pounding away on Tammy, each thrust was pushing her face harder into her sister’s pussy and that was enough to bring Tina off again. As Tina came on her sister’s face she clamped her legs around her head and watching the sight from the vantage point I had It just sent me over and I shot my full load of sperm deep into Tammy, which brought her off and she came again gushing girl cum out over my cock and balls and running down my legs. My release was so violent and the orgasm so intense that I lost my balance and fell on top of both sisters. We laid there catching out breath. Me with my dick buried into Tammy and Tammy had been pushed up so her head was on her sister’s tits.

“Did everybody have a good time?” I asked

“Can we do it again? This time I’ll switch places with Tammy.” Tina asked

“Yeah, I want to try that harness on.” Tammy exclaimed.

“Why don’t we have dinner and rest first. It may be a while before I can get it up again after that.” I suggested

Tammy wiggled her ass a little. “You still feel pretty hard inside me.” She commented.

She was right I still was hard. But I was also hungry and just wanted to relax a little before another go round with these two vixens. “I’ll tell you what. There are two harnesses there. You can each wear one while we eat and relax for a little while. Then if you both behave I will play with you again later.”

They both eagerly accepted the idea and we got up and reset Tina’s harness and then got Tammy into hers. They were stunning, standing side by side in their matching black leather harnesses against their fair skin, I was tempted to fuck them both again right there. That is the problem with having two beautiful women, I only have one dick!

The girls made dinner while I watched the news and they played “the game” the whole time. Keeping my drink filled, making sure I was comfortable offering me blowjobs etc. We were just about ready to sit down to eat when the doorbell rang. I was puzzled as we seldom got company. Then I had a frightening thought. Maybe it was the girls Uncle Frank. Having him show up with the girls in leather harnesses might not be good for my health so I shooed them back to the bedroom just in case.

After they were safely out of sight I opened the door. It was not Frank but I was surprised. It was Stacy, one of the girls we had met at the shore. I was thrilled to see her and invited her in and closed the door, I folded her into a hug which she returned by squeezing my ass. I laughed and called the girls out. “Hey look who’s here! Come on out.”

I thought Stacey’s eyes would pop out when she saw what the girls were wearing. They ran up and hugged her obviously glad to see her.

“Uh, did I interrupt something? Something personal?” Stacey asked once the girls calmed down a little.

I laughed, “No we were just playing a game. Right girls.”

“Yeah, its so much fun and we get sooo horny playing.” Tina answered.

I laughed again at the look on her face. “Here I’ll demonstrate.” I offered, “Slaves, greet our guest properly!”

Both girls dropped to their knees and bowed their heads. “Good evening, Stacey!” They chimed together

“That’s Mistress Stacey, sluts.” I ordered.

“Good Evening Mistress Stacey, How may we serve you?” Tina answered.

Stacey laughed. “You guys are a trip to be around. Always something different.”

“We were just about to have dinner, you’ll stay and join us, I hope.” I offered

“Oh, no I couldn’t impose. I was just up here for a seminar and figured I’d stop by and say hello before I head back home. I need to be back tomorrow morning for part two.” She answered.

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Little Girl Games Ch. 03

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Chapter 3: Flashing at the Mall

On Friday night, Kelli, Amy and I were looking for something to do. I told them that I needed a new pair of tennis shoes, so we decided to spend an evening at the mall. Kelli thought it’d be fun if we all wore short skirts and crop tops. Amy agreed with Kelli and persuaded me to correspond with their choice of attire. I wasn’t opposed to wearing skimpy clothes, but I was afraid the girls were planning to take their newfound zeal for exhibitionism to a higher level.

When Kelli and Amy arrived at my house, we were amazed at the similarities of our outfits. The girls and I almost looked like we were in uniform. We were all wearing white crop tops that barely covered our breasts and short, pleated mini-skirts that barely covered our butts. The only difference between our outfits was the color of our skirts. None of us had ever worn these clothes in public before and I must admit, I was a little nervous about the whole thing.

Our tops had low necklines and were loose at the bottom. If we leaned over, someone standing in front of us could see right down our shirts. They’d be able to see up our shirts if they were standing behind us when we leaned over. The mini-skirts resembled cheerleader skirts. We began comparing to see whose skirt was the shortest. We each took turns bending over to see how much of our underwear hung out. The girls and I started laughing when we discovered that we all had on matching white panties. However, I was the only one wearing a bra.

On our way to the mall, Kelli and Amy instructed me to take off my bra so we’d all match. It was dark out, so I pulled off my shirt and set it on the seat. I reached behind and unhooked my bra, then slid the straps down my arms setting my breasts free. At that moment, we stopped at a stoplight and my shirt slid off the seat and fell on the floor. I was naked from the waist up as a carload of guys stopped right beside us.

I said, “That’s just great. There’s a carload of guys next to us and I can’t find my top.”

Kelli giggled and said, “Let me help,” then turned on the dome light inside of the car.

Now the guys could plainly see that I was bare-chested. They were clapping and yelling at me as I picked my shirt up off the floor. I had to reach my arms over my head to put on the shirt and this gave the guys an unobstructed view of my titties. When the light turned green, we turned left, but the guys had to go straight. I’ll bet they turned around looking for us.

Kelli, Amy and I entered the mall and rode up the escalator. There were guys sitting on benches below us looking right up our skirts. We each bought a scoop of ice cream in a cup and stood by the railing next to the escalator while we ate it. We leaned forward over the rail so our shirts fell away from our breasts. The guys below could see right up our shirts, but we pretended not to notice and continued eating our ice cream.

I accidentally spilled a drop of vanilla ice cream on my shirt, right above my left nipple. It was white on white so I was going to ignore it, but Kelly went and got a wet rag from the ice cream parlor. Before I could say anything, she started rubbing the wet rag over my little white crop top. I wanted to stop her because everyone was watching, but it actually felt good. However, I was concerned because she was rubbing so much water into the shirt. When she was done, the ice cream was gone, but the shirt was soaked. The water made the shirt transparent over my left breast. You could see my nipple as plain as day. I told Kelli that I couldn’t walk around like that, but Amy said not to worry. It’ll dry. Sure, in about an hour!

We decided to stroll down the mall. There was a group of guys sitting on a bench. We were so busy looking at them that we didn’t realize they were sitting in front of the “House of Fans”. A fan was blowing from the doorway directly across from the guys. As we passed in front of the guys, the fan blew our skirts up exposing our little white panties for everyone to see. We had our ice cream in one hand and our spoons in the other, so we didn’t have a free hand to push our skirts down. Our predicament was great for the guys because they got a good look at our panty-clad butts. We just continued walking and the skirts eventually fell down on their own.

Kelli stopped and said, “Why don’t you stand in front of the fan to dry your shirt?”

I replied, “Because I don’t have a free hand to hold my skirt down! Those guys will be looking at my panties again.”

She turned back to the guys and said, “Look at this girl’s shirt. It’s all wet. You can see right through it. See how her nipple is poking right through the wet material? She needs to dry it, but her mini-skirt is going to fly up if she stands in front of the fan. She can’t hold the skirt down and hold her ice cream at the same time. You’ll have to look at her panties. You don’t mind looking at her panties while she dries her shirt, do you guys?”

Of course they didn’t mind! Kelli had them so fired up with her bahis siteleri little speech that they were going crazy. Kelli grabbed my arm and positioned me in front of the fan. My skirt was up in the air and anyone in the area could see my little white panties. The guys just sat there taking it all in. A couple of men in the fan store came up close to watch the show, too. I was sure the thin fabric of my tiny panties wasn’t hiding much and the men were getting an eyeful. At first I was mortified, but then I just smiled at the men and started licking the ice cream off my spoon in a sexy, childish kind of way. The men loved it, but as soon as my shirt was dry I thanked them for allowing me to use their fan and headed down the mall.

The girls and I went into the first shoe store and some man offered to wait on us. I picked out a couple pair of tennis shoes and we sat down in the chairs. He took his time lacing up the shoes so he could get a good look at my panties. I casually spread my legs a little wider to give him a better view. While he was leaning down between my legs, Kelli stood up and acted like she was watching the man work. Actually, she was letting him look up her shirt at her braless tits. After the man became really excited, we told him that we needed to shop around, and we got up and left.

Amy, Kelli and I went into the restroom. Kelli said it was fun flashing the shoe salesman, but she thought it’d be more fun if we took off our underwear. I argued that we were already showing enough skin and if I tried on more shoes, the salesman would be able to see my bush. Amy was also reluctant to remove her panties, but Kelli eventually persuaded us to go along with her and we all took off our underwear. Amy and I didn’t have room in our purses to hold our panties, so Kelli told us that she would take care of it. She took each pair of panties, pulled on them until they ripped and stuffed them into the trashcan. Now there was no turning back.

As we walked to the next shoe store, we had to pass the “House of Fans” again. Those guys were still sitting there and they were anticipating another show. They got another show all right, but this time when the fan blew our skirts up to our waists, the guys were looking at a trio of black, auburn and blonde pussy hair. They also got a look at three bare butts as we walked away. The guys were speechless.

We had to go down the escalator again and this time the guys below had more to look at. Amy even turned around and bent over, pretending to tie her shoes. When she did, she mooned all of the people on the benches below. Guys were staring and pointing their fingers at Amy’s firm little butt.

On the way to the next shoe store, we passed a bar in the mall complex that has arcade games. Guys have to be of legal drinking age to enter, but girls can get in at 18, as long as they don’t drink. We’d never been in the bar before because we’d just turned 18 not too long ago. Kelli and Amy wanted to play Air Hockey, so we went inside. I couldn’t believe they were going to play Air Hockey in those skimpy little outfits with nothing on underneath. The girls didn’t waste any time as I watched Kelli and Amy get into a heated battle. Guys were fighting to use the games nearby or sit on the stools directly behind the girls. The way Amy and Kelli had to bend over to play, the guys had a clear view up their mini-skirts and shirts.

Kelli got into it, bouncing her breasts around as she took her shots. Kelli’s big tits got a lot of attention, but many of the guys preferred to look up Amy’s shirt. Since her breasts were smaller, her shirt fell further away from her chest giving the guys more of an unobstructed view of her puffy pink nipples. Kelli didn’t want to surrender the attention, so she pulled the top of her skirt higher on waist, bringing the hem up with it. Now the bottom of Kelli’s butt cheeks peeked out from below her skirt even when she was standing up straight. I imagine the view for the guys behind her was incredible when she bent over.

At one point, the puck fell on the floor. Kelli kept her legs straight as she bent down to pick it up. Everyone was frozen as all eyes were on Kelli’s bare behind. To the delight of the crowd, Kelli was having trouble getting a grip on the puck. This prolonged her pose in the awkward position. Kelli’s legs were so straight that she looked like she was bending over to touch her toes. Her body was arched at such an extreme angle that her shirt fell forward over her titties. She was showing everything now. Finally, she picked up the puck, but didn’t even bother to pull her shirt down over her bare boobs. Kelli acted like she didn’t even notice that her shirt was still up over her breasts as the game continued. The guys tried to move to a place in front of Kelli so they could watch her boobies bounce around. Kelli just concentrated on the game. The air conditioner vent above her blew down on her nipples, causing them to poke out for the crowd.

I didn’t understand why some of the guys took a seat canlı bahis siteleri on the floor in front of me. They couldn’t even see the air hockey table from where they were sitting. Eventually I realized that they were trying to look up my skirt! I was perched on a tall stool and with all the excitement, I wasn’t aware that my skirt had ridden up high on my thighs. My legs were slightly spread apart and since I wasn’t wearing panties, the guys were getting a glimpse of my little hairy triangle. I decided to put my feet up on the chair’s foot rail, which raised my knees up even higher. This bold move caused my skirt to bunch up around my waist. I spread my legs wider, giving the guys an unobstructed view of my bush. I even leaned forward a little so they could see up my shirt. I pretended to be watching the game the whole time as if I didn’t know what I was showing them.

A couple of stuck-up looking girls strolled into the bar and looked disgusted that none of the guys even noticed them. Kelli finally won the Air Hockey game and as we turned to leave, the girls walked up and challenged us to a game of strip pool. We told them no thanks, but they insisted. They said they liked our outfits and wanted to play for them.

Some guy said, “Don’t do it. These girls are regulars in here and they’ve sent girls home naked before. They try to humiliate girls that upstage them. I’ve never seen them loose.”

Amy wanted to leave, but Kelli never backs down from a challenge, so we accepted. The guys positioned themselves around the table to block the view from the mall and the game began. With each shot, Kelli and I had to bend way over. Our breasts and butts were on display, but we didn’t pay any attention to our state of undress because we were determined to win. Unfortunately, Kelli quickly sunk the eight ball and those girls won the first game.

One of the girls came over and said, “You guys just lost your mini-skirts.”

Kelli and I slowly slid the skirts down our legs and laid them on a table. All the guys were crowded around and clapping. Kelli and I were now naked from the waist down. The next game was even more difficult knowing that our pussies and asses were exposed to a room full of guys. The guys that were on the floor before, moved to a position on the floor in front of me again. To take a shot, I had to spread my legs giving them an incredible view of my bare beaver. An older guy came up and patted me on the ass as I was about to shoot. This made me mad, so I really concentrated and ran the table. We got our skirts back.

Those girls seemed a little upset. Apparently they’d never lost before. These were college girls wearing summer dresses. Their outfits really didn’t show much, except an occasional flash of their panties as they took a shot. You could tell they weren’t wearing bras, but the dresses didn’t show much cleavage, either.

Kelli really got hot in the next game and we beat them again. The crowd was going wild. These girls had been in the bar many times, but never had to show any skin. They unzipped their dresses and stepped out of them, leaving them standing in just their tiny lace panties. Their breasts were completely uncovered and the guys loved it. Their faces were red with embarrassment and their shy look of humiliation was not an act.

Those girls were obviously flustered. They couldn’t seem to make a shot with their boobs wobbling around. Their panties were so small that each time they bent over to take a shot, half of their butt cracks would hang out. They only made one shot in the next game due to the distractions, and they ended up loosing their panties. The girls stripped their panties off to the delight of the crowd. As they stood in front of everyone without a stitch of clothing on, the girls pleaded with us to give them a chance to win their clothes back. They didn’t want to walk through the mall naked. Kelli said that didn’t want to play anymore, but she’d sell them their clothes back for twenty dollars. The girls accepted so quickly that we probably should have asked for more money. We left the bar to a round of applause.

As Kelli, Amy and I wandered through the mall, we found another shoe store with a couple of cute guys around our age working there. The guys were waiting on three other girls and those girls were obviously trying to get the guys to ask them out. The girls looked a little jealous when the guys started talking to us. We sat down directly across from the other girls and told the guys that we would wait until they were finished.

The first girl was a tall blonde. She was wearing a little cotton mini dress that buttoned all the way down the front. One of the guys sat on a stool in front of her and she kept spreading her legs wider than necessary to give him a clear view of her panties. Kelli saw what the girl was doing and made an attempt to steal the attention. She walked over and picked up a display shoe, then twirled around to ask me if I was interested in it. When she twirled around, her skirt flew güvenilir bahis up and both guys got a glimpse of her pussy hair. As we sat there watching the guys wait on the other group of girls, we kept shifting in our seats, or crossing and uncrossing our legs. The guys had to choose between three girls with panties and three girls without panties. One of the guys couldn’t take it anymore and started waiting on us. Those girls were not happy about it.

The second girl was a very attractive Asian girl. She was a slim brunette with fairly large tits for her size. She walked to the back of the store behind the shoe rack. She thought that no one could see her, but I could see what she was doing from her reflection in the mirror. She looked bashful and innocent, but determined to compete with us on our level. I watched as she took off her thin, white blouse, removed her bra, then quickly put the blouse back on. Next she reached up under her equally thin pastel print mini-skirt and pulled down her panties. She turned around to see if anyone was looking and stuffed her underwear into a display purse hanging on the wall. I don’t think she knew what she was doing because she walked over to the mirror at the far corner of the store and gasped at how exposed she was. The blouse was so sheer that she looked topless and her dark bush was also visible through the thin, light colored material of her skirt.

She was preoccupied looking at herself in the mirror, so I casually walked over and took her underwear from the display purse. No one was paying any attention to me as I returned to my seat. The timid girl’s face was red with embarrassment as she looked around to make sure no one was watching her. It was clear that her outfit was far too sheer for her to go through with it, so she darted back to the display purse to retrieve her underwear. Unfortunately for her, the bra and panties were gone! She was frantically searching the purses and looking on the floor, but I’d already stuffed her underwear into a shoebox beneath my chair.

Everyone stopped talking as she came back and sat down. Her seat was in the direct line of one of those track lights. The light shined right through her shirt, showing off those big, bra-less titties. The light also made it easier for the guys to see through her skirt. In the light, she looked even more exposed than she did in the back of the store and she was mortified by it. Both guys just stood there examining her nipples poking out against the sheer white fabric of her blouse and the shadow of her pussy hair against the thin material of her tight mini-skirt.

Her friend asked, “What happened to you?”

The Asian girl put her arms over her chest and replied, “Shut up!”

The guys were obviously impressed and suddenly, no one was waiting on us again. Amy tried to change that by bending over and looking at a shoe on the lower rack. The guy on the stool looked right up Amy’s skirt and immediately went over to help her. Amy told the guy that the shoe was actually for me and asked him to measure my foot. He squatted on the stool in front of me and asked me to put my foot out. I lifted my knee high before I put my foot down. This caused my skirt to bunch up around my waist. The guy was staring right at my naked bush! He took his time measuring my foot before going back to get the shoes. This was making the third girl jealous. She was built about like Kelli, but she had auburn hair like mine. The girl was wearing some kind of all-in-one jumper outfit. It kind of looked like a strapless tube top with short shorts built-in. I don’t think she was wearing a bra from the way her boobs bounced as she walked. She was determined to regain the guy’s attention.

While the first guy was in back getting my shoes, Kelli and Amy were working on the other guy. He was waiting on the girl flashing her panties, but kept shifting his interest to Kelli and Amy. There were pegs on the wall that the handbags were hanging on. Kelli and Amy kept reaching for the bags hung on the high pegs. When they brought their arms back down, their shirts would get hooked on the lower pegs and the pegs would lift their shirts up exposing their breasts. The girls pretended not to notice even when the shirt remained hooked and their nipples were in plain view of everyone. One time, Kelli’s shirt remained up over her breasts after she moved away from the hook. Kelli stood there examining the bag as the guy was examining her. She put the bag over her shoulder and walked in front of the mirror.

When Kelli saw her reflection, she turned to Amy and said, “Why didn’t you tell me my tits were hanging out?”

Amy replied, “I didn’t notice.”

Kelli turned around, pointed to her bare breasts and said, “How can you not notice these?”

Now everyone was looking at Kelli, who was making no attempt to pull her shirt down. An older man and his wife walked into the store. The man froze in his tracks when he saw Kelli’s bare boobies. His wife immediately grabbed his arm and began leading him out of the store. As he left, the man looked over his shoulder and Kelli raised her skirt up for him. Kelli smiled as the man was treated to an unimpeded peek at her neatly trimmed blonde bush. While her skirt was held high, the guy selling shoes also got a good look at Kelli’s tan round butt cheeks.

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Lollapallooza, a concert “event” in Waterloo, NJ. A full day of live, cutting edge, alternative bands, thousands of people in an open field, no arranged seating, just a mosh pit (for “slam-dancing”, basically a release of pent up energy) up front, people laying out in the middle, portapotties lining the sides, and concession stands in back. The bands included notable like Living Color, Nine Inch Nails, Jane’s Addiction, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Butthole Surfers, and Ice T (rap? he thought but it was more like heavy metal).

A friendly mosh pit, where one could lose oneself without worrying about someone trampling over you if you fell – in fact if you did, so many hands grabbed you back up that you’d fly up into the air, at least just a bit. Girls everywhere (well there were guys too). Food and beer (not for him, not his style). What more could a guy ask for? Not much. But in the end, after a spectacular day, they had to leave. They wandered the littered field, checked out the once booming speakers, the stage hands packing up so that the same thing could happen a couple days from now somewhere else.

Standing in line for the busses back to the parking lot, the 21 year old guy stood patiently. What a pain, he thought, looking at his buddies around him. They’d been standing there for about an hour, but their “what happened to me” stories slowed down after about half that time. Now they were just exhausted fans, waiting to get back to their cars, knowing that a 3 hour drive up north awaited them. Finally the decrepit school bus fleet trundled down the dirt road, looping around in front of the tired but cheering fans. They swarmed each bus, oblivious to the fact the busses were still moving. Sunburned, warm, and satiated from the full day of music, sun, and just the overall experience, the masses crowded each other. All sounds were muted as the exposure to blaring music all day had deadened everyone’s hearing. Combined with the darkness only partially penetrated by the lot lights, the world took a surreal feel to it.

He noticed one girl, a little taller than her friends, all of them about his age. She stood about 5’3″, had shoulder length highlighted brown hair, pulled into a ponytail for now, a white t-shirt and a white or beige pair of shorts. Her arms bore the signs of a little too much sun, redness glowing under a tan surface. A few strands of hair lay over her flushed cheeks, and her eyes, bright and eager even after a full day of activity, betrayed her enthusiasm for life.

Never, he thought, would someone like that be approachable. She looked definitely attractive in a real way (not like a plastic model), not really showing off her body. Still, he could tell she was attractive underneath; all the curves were right, the shapes all there. Her slim hips and fit shoulders showed a concern for her own body. Her shorts bore the marks of the mosh pit, little smudges bonus veren siteler of dirt here and there – he liked that, a girl that could have fun with the rest of them. In fact, many of the girls here seemed full of life, of enthusiasm, the kind of girl he’d want to date. He looked back at her and he could sense and almost feel her butt moving beneath the thin fabric.

His friends nudged him over and he lost sight of her, but then, suddenly, miraculously, she appeared in front of him. At this point, the wave of busses had gone (accompanied by a groan and cry from the crowd), but with a taste of possibility, everyone seemed a little more hyped up. There was animated chatter, re-visits to some of the more interesting happenings during the day, and talk of the traffic from the lot and on the highways. A two hour traffic delay proceeded them to the location; it could hardly be better leaving it.

His mind, though, was not on the traffic, his unglamorous but trusty and individualized car waiting in the lot, or his friends’ rowdiness next to him. It was on the girl in front of him. More specifically, her sun-soaked, female scent; her shoulders moving under the shirt; her neck, smooth and inviting, her ponytail sitting tidy just behind it; her tanned arms. There would be more, but he was too close to look down discreetly. The closeness was not unusual in the packed, somewhat moving crowd. He found himself occasionally bumping her, her hips, her butt. At the first touch, he literally sprung away, afraid of provoking a piercing glare or accusing eyes. But she nonchalantly looked off to one side, completely oblivious to the touch. But her actions were a little too deliberate, a little too casual.

He realized his heart was pounding, and his flushness wasn’t just from the sun anymore. He wasn’t sure of what to do, what to say. Maybe he shouldn’t say a thing?

He tentatively reached forward the couple inches separating his hand from her butt, and tentatively, nervously, softly touched it. He was ready for the alert, the scream. But strangely, she didn’t do a thing. He moved his hand forward again. Nothing. He lingered, the backs of his fingers just barely touching her shorts. Now, he thought, he was asking for it. This wasn’t a casual touch, a mosh pit thud, a crowd jostling shove; it was a soft, longing touch. And not to an elbow or a wrist, but to her beautifully curving rear end.

He couldn’t even look directly at her – he looked off to one side. And out of the corner of his eye, he watched her look off in the opposite direction. And the whole time, his fingers were on her derriere. He turned his hand so it faced palm up, and slowly, gently, cupped her cheek. She kept looking with a curious fascination at the woods off to the right. He glanced around him, and everyone was still crowded together, still looking for the bus that would show up shortly. Now he was bahis wishing it wouldn’t show up for hours.

He slipped his hand down just a bit. He could feel the hem of the shorts – although actual shorts, they reminded him of a pair of boxer shorts. He could feel the indent under her cheek, the line that helps define his favorite part of anatomy, the rear end of a female. He dared a glance the other way, taking inventory of what she was doing. Now, it seemed, the left side of woods held some deep, grave secret. Her eyes seem to burn into him, but they were pointed out in a completely different direction.

He realized his hand was trembling, and it felt warm even from the inside. Her skin too felt warm and humid, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the long, summer day or from his actions. He caressed that junction of thigh and butt, moving his fingers back and forth. If only he used a moisturizer he thought, his fingers would be softer. He smiled inwardly – what a thought to have at a time like this!

He slid his fingers up, daring himself, moving them inward at the same time. Incredibly, within the crotch of the shorts, he could feel the seam of her panties. He stroked it with his finger, verifying to himself that that was indeed what it was – he also risked another glance up, not able to believe that he was not the only one who approved of what he was doing. And there she was, her profile to him, a calm face and a calm demeanor. Well, perhaps a hint of a smile. But nothing more.

He thought to himself that if this was a Penthouse letter, she would end up in his car having massive amounts of sex. But he was scared, he was nervous, and he was inexperienced, only having experienced the joy of sex a couple years prior, and only with one girl. So he didn’t know what would happen.

His fingers, almost numb with nervousness, slid sideways, feeling her warm, soft core. He froze as she moved, panicking that he’d just gone too far. He should have stayed at the seam, that was the limit, he thought, he shouldn’t have risked everything to touch just a bit more. But by the time he thought that, he realized she had stopped moving. In fact, he couldn’t even tell what she did, because his fingers were still on her panties and getting warmer from the heat of her core. She took a step forward, breaking the contact. He looked up, his eyes narrowing in dismay, as bus headlights started bouncing down the road towards them. No, he thought, not now. He stepped up, slipping his hand right where it’d been before. The whole crowd was moving up, but as everyone moved forward, both the girl and he moved in tandem, his hand now pressing upwards with a slight pressure. He stroked his finger forward, gently touching her groove, not sure exactly where all the various female bits lay. Naively, he figured if he got everything at some point, he’d get something that would feel good to her, sort of a payback deneme bonusu to her for the excitement she was providing him. He never thought that it wasn’t just his adventure.

It took a couple minutes for the busses to arrive, and they came into the corral area, swinging around in a circle, lining up to take the concert-goers back to their cars. The crowd funneled towards open bus doors, and his group (and the girl) angled in with all the others. Following a pattern from the overall day, the pushing was polite, people giving way to each other, not crushing each other like a modern soccer match. And as they moved forward, they were pressed together. He moved closer, her hair brushing his face, then, deliciously, softly, warmly, his hard penis pressed against one of her cheeks. He worked his fingers into her groove and he pressed against her, his fingers caressing her, stroking her, rubbing her, a certain amount of dampness betraying her approval. They reached the door, his hard penis still pressed against her but, his hand glued to her crotch. As she started to step up, he helped her a bit by pulling her up by her mound with his fingers, the pressure the highest during their brief 10 or 15 minutes together.

He followed her onto the dark bus, and she turned into a seat near the front, looking expectantly at the faces behind her. Scared of following up, nervous of what his friends would say, insecure, he walked past as a flash of disappointment crossed her face. She sat down as he passed, and he walked, discombobulated, past all the open seats. He reached the back and turned around, catching one of his buddies looking back at him. Hey, the friend said, over here. Oh, I was spacing, he replied.

He sat down, looking up, now not able to recognize even her hair in the dark bus with 60 or 70 people on it. He disparately wanted to get up and walk forward and find her. But as everyone settled down, he realized that he was too scared to do so. He sat, wondering what to do, staring forward, until the bus stopped at the lot. Everyone clambered out, and hopeful, he looked around, looking for that girl. Alas, there was a few groups walking to their cars but no girl in any of them.

His buddies started walking away. Hey, one cried out, what are you waiting for? His friend laughed and turned to his companions. Jeez, he seems spacey, pointing his thumb at the their friend. Yo, we have a long drive back, another cried out. Oh, sorry, I’m just tired, he replied. He trotted towards them and they turned to keep walking.

Anyone remember exactly where the car is, one asked. They started discussing next to what tree or hill or bush the car was parked. He slowed to a walk about 20 feet behind, the grade steepening as they went up a hill. He turned around, a final look, to see if he could see her. He walked backwards until he bumped into one of his waiting friends. Jeez, you lose something back there? Well, no, just checking it out, he replied. He turned around and started walking up the hill. So you guys figure out where we parked? he asked. Each one pointed in a different direction. Man, it’s going to be a long drive back, he said to no one in particular.

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It had been a long time. Years. Seeing her again would not be easy. They had never really been close. Even growing up. They’d had their differences; so many that the last few times they had been together hadn’t ended well. Now, they were forced to be together again.

For their mother’s funeral.

She had passed unexpectedly. He had visited her a few months ago—not at the same time as his sister. Over the last few years, he’d made certain that his trips did not coincide with his hers. He knew it upset his mother that she could not have her two children at home together at the same time. But he also knew it was for the best.

Both he and his sister had repeatedly attempted to convince their mother to come live with each them. But she had always refused. She was born in this little town, lived all her life here, had raised her children here, and had no desire to leave. Fortunately, she had many friends, so even though both of her children had moved away to big cities, she was not entirely alone.

The evidence of this as Steve entered the funeral home was the many people that crowded the small viewing parlor, quite possibly most of the town. Taking a deep breath, he scanned the room for his sister, Stella, but he didn’t see her. He did notice the woman standing before the open casket. He didn’t care for open coffins, preferring to remember the deceased as he known them in life and not laid out in a box. The woman was quite a vision from the rear in a form-fitting, short black dress that revealed a pair of shapely legs.

Shaking his head to clear it from the needed distraction, Steve took a deep breath and headed toward the coffin. He concentrated his attention on his mother rather than the woman, and as he sadly looked at the parent who had meant so much to him, he was completely taken by surprise when the lady in black threw her arms around him and hugged tightly. It took a few seconds for him to realize that this was Stella.

Well, that was nowhere near the greeting he expected.

Stella was obviously emotional, so he allowed her a few minutes to embrace, even hugging her back. It was actually comforting.

“I was worried you weren’t going to make it,” Stella said with a whimper.

“Sorry, my plane was delayed.”

Finally, she stepped back, and it was like seeing her for the first time.

“Stella, you look amazing!” Had it been so long that he’d forgotten how beautiful she was? Or had she done something to herself to enhance her looks? And then there was her boobs—had they always been on the large side?

Wiping a tear from her eye, Stella forced a smile. “Thanks. You’re looking pretty good yourself.” Taking his hand, she led him to a couple of nearby chairs that had been set up for the two of them near the casket so people could pass by to pay their respect. As they sat, she never let go of his hand.

She must really be distraught, Steve thought, to be hanging on to him. Had time healed all? There was a constant flow of people who stopped to offer condolences, and though they all meant well, it quickly became tedious. Finally, it was time for the service. It was sad, to be sure, and the procession and burial that followed were not any easier. And then it was all over. Or was it? They were informed that food and beverages had been brought to their mother’s house for a small reception. So, they had to endure a couple more hours of people trying to be nice and telling all their fond stories of their mother.

Their next-door neighbor, Susan, whom Steve had dated in high school approached him during the reception to offer her condolences. They’d ended it when he went off to college, some said because she had gotten too serious with him. Every time he came home for a visit, she suggested they get together; every time he considered doing so, but never did. Today was no different, except that this time her suggestion seemed to be laced with sexual implication.

During all the time they were together on this sorrowful day, Steve and Stella had been tolerant of each other, polite, kind, like there had never been any ill between them. And then, the time came that they were alone.

Stella was sitting in their mother’s chair with Steve on the sofa across from her. She actually resembled their mom. The siblings merely stared at one another. For Steve, his silence was due to the awe he felt over Stella’s looks. He just couldn’t get over how incredible she appeared. He’d been stealing glances at her all day. Her cleavage out of the top of the low-cut dress was eye-catching, as were her legs from the short length of the dress. She had reclined the easy chair which caused her dress to ride up showing considerable thigh, but she did nothing to correct it.

Finally, Stella said, “Thank you so much for coming.”

“Not sure how to take that,” Steve said, keeping his voice even. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“Oh, no, no, I didn’t mean that. I just meant it was comforting having you here, being with you.”

Steve hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know how to take it. Perhaps a türkçe bahis similar response was required. But thinking about the answer he was going to give; it was actually true. “Yeah. It was comforting with you, also.”

“Are you just saying that?”

“No, I really mean it.”

Stella smiled. “Okay. It’s just that you keep looking at me strangely.”

“I just can’t get over how great you look. Did you change something, or has it just been so long?”

Stella merely returned a grimace.

Then, it occurred to Steve. “Where’s Dave?” Her husband.

Looking down as though to hide something, Stella said, “Yeah, he obviously didn’t come.”

“Work conflict?”

As though embarrassed, Stella said, “Actually, things have not been all that good between us. I wanted to come alone. Might even stay here a while.”

“Oh, sis, I’m so sorry.” Steve really meant it.

She merely shrugged. “Not sure I am.”

“Are you going to divorce him?”

Again, she shrugged. “I don’t know yet. That’s why I need some time alone.”

He nodded.

“I think I need another glass of wine.”

“I’ll get it for you.”

“No, no,” she said, rising. “Stay seated. I’ll get it. You want some?”

“Sure.”

The kitchen was right next to the family room. Steve watched as his sister got up from the chair apparently unconcerned about her dress, what she showed or what she did. He found that curious. She stepped out of her heels and walked into the kitchen. He could see the counter on which the bottles of wine were sitting, and he continued to watch as she poured two glasses. Before carrying them back, Stella raised her skirt up with one hand to scratch an itch on her thigh, again with no regard to his presence.

When Stella returned and handed him a glass of red wine, she sat on the sofa beside him very close. “So, how long can you stay?”

He shrugged. “How long do you want me to stay?” But before she could respond, he added, “To be truthful, today did not go as I expected.”

“You mean between us?”

“Yes.”

“What did you expect?” She drew her legs up onto the sofa and bent them toward him. Once more, the hem of her dress rose high and she did nothing to fix it.

Steve wondered if her display of herself was really to disarm him. “I don’t really know. I guess I was prepared for anything.”

“Given the last few times we were together?”

“Right.”

Placing a hand on his leg, Stella said, “I don’t want to fight with you, Steve. I’m not sure I ever really did, so by the same token, I’m not really sure what we always disagreed on or why.” She shrugged. “Now, with mom gone, whatever it was before just no longer seems important. Besides, we’re the only family each other has left.”

Steve nodded his agreement. “This have anything to do with your failing marriage?”

She bobbed her head to the side. “Maybe a little. Regardless, what do you say? Can we bury the hatchet?”

He gazed into her beautiful eyes, saw the sincerity. Beyond that, he was so mesmerized he could agree to just about anything. “I’m willing to try.”

With a big smile, Stella leaned in to kiss him . . . on the lips, and not very sisterly. It was quite nice, and a little arousing. He even felt that it could have gone on. But he didn’t know if that thinking was the result of his sudden infatuation with her or if it was real. Playing it safe, he pulled back.

Her smile returning, she took a healthy sip of wine. He felt the need to do the same.

“You never did answer me about your looks,” Steve reminded.

With raised eyebrows and a tilt of her head, Stella explained, “I thought maybe if could make myself a little more desirable the marriage might improve. I cut my hair a little, added highlights, did a lot of exercise to tone my body and legs.” She grinned. “The tits were always there, just never showed them off as much.”

“I’m guessing it didn’t help,” Steve surmised.

“Not with Dave. But it made me feel a lot better about myself. Men were giving me second looks.” She smirked. “Like you’ve been doing.”

“Sorry. I just can’t get over how good you really look.”

“No need to be sorry. I’m glad you like it. How much has it contributed to you agreeing to bury the hatchet?”

“Well, it didn’t hurt. But as you said, I don’t know why we had the differences we had. Maybe we’ve just matured. I feel bad that we’ve come to this understanding and mom will never know.”

“She’ll know.”

He nodded.

“So, will you stay and help go through the house?”

“Yeah, I can stay for a few days.”

“Great.” She downed the remainder of her glass. “More?”

“No, I’m very tired. It’s been a long, stressful day. I think I’m going to go to bed.”

“Oh. Okay.”

There was obvious disappointment in her voice, and a look in her eyes that he was certain he was reading incorrectly. Her beauty was clouding his mind and he knew he was seeing something alluring that wasn’t there. And she was his sister. Even more reason to go to bed. iddaa siteleri When he stood, she got up also.

“Well, goodnight,” he offered.

“Goodnight,” Stella returned, throwing her arms around him, pressing her body to his.

Steve’s eyes went wide. What was she doing? With her breasts against his chest, and even through the material of their clothes he could feel her hard nipples, so surely, she could feel his erection. He tried to ease his crotch back, but she maintained a strong grip. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and removed her arms from around him. Now, he couldn’t read the expression on her face.

“See you in the morning.” He hurried off to his old bedroom.

* * *

Shaking her head once Steve was gone, Stella had to question what she had been doing, throwing herself at a brother whom she’d never been close with. He had claimed to be seeing a new her. But likewise, she was seeing a different man. Oh, he looked the same. He hadn’t changed his appearance as she had, yet she sensed that he was not the same brother she’d fought and disagreed with in the past. He seemed to be calmer, more understanding. Mellow.

Still, he was her brother and she’d gotten carried away with his attention to her. It was time for bed.

However, slumber did not come. Among the many reasons was her bedroom was in the front of the house on a fairly busy street. Cars constantly passing kept her awake. As tired as she was, the other issues—her marriage, her mother, work—would not have kept her up. She could go sleep in her mother’s bed in the rear of the house. But that would be creepy. Did she dare?

Without further thought, particularly to the short kimono robe she wore with nothing underneath, she tiptoed the few feet to Steve’s room.

* * *

Likewise for Steve, sleep evaded him. The primary reason was the aching hard-on he had from ogling over his sister—of all people—all day and evening. He knew he had to do something about it if he wanted any rest. Reaching over to the night table, he pulled out several sheets of tissue and shoved his shorts down below his crotch. Lifting his cock, he set the tissue down on his abdomen, and tugged quickly on his swollen rod. He tried to envision his sister naked to aid in the fantasy. As pleasing a vision as it was, it was instantly erased by a soft knock on his door.

Quickly repairing himself, he answered, “Yes.”

Stella opened the door and was silhouetted by a lamp on in her room. The short robe made his dick pulse, but fortunately the darkness and covers prevented her from seeing.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered, as though she might wake someone.

“I’m sorry.”

“Too much traffic outside.”

“Go to mom’s room.”

He couldn’t see her grimace. “That’s too creepy.”

“Okay. Uh, what can I . . . want to swap rooms?”

“Uh, well, I, uh, I really don’t want to be alone,” she said slowly, apprehensively. “Can I sleep with you?”

Just what he didn’t need. “Seriously?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just weird being in the house without . . . Please? Just tonight.”

Well, she was right about that. Could he really turn her down? “Okay.”

She walked to the side of the bed opposite the one he was lying on and merely stood there for a few seconds. “I’m really sorry. But thanks.”

“No worries.”

Stella tugged her robe down a bit and secured the flaps a little tighter. “I should have brought more to sleep in, but I thought I’d be sleeping alone.”

He didn’t know if she saw him nod.

She then quickly climbed under the covers. “Good night.” And she closed her eyes.

“Night.” Enough light streamed in from her room that he could see her fairly well. He halfway expected her to start talking, but she really seemed to be going to sleep. He wondered if she really was or if she was just trying not to disturb him. However, her steady breathing seemed to comply with slumber.

Strangely, as tired as he thought he was, Steve could not tear his eyes away from his sister. Even in the dim light she was gorgeous. He had to keep asking himself if the changes she’d made to herself were really that radical or why hadn’t he noticed how beautiful she was. Had their fighting and disagreements masked all of that?

Gently, he turned on his side facing her. The movement caused the sheet to drag below her breasts. The flaps of the robe had separated showing bare chest, but not exposing her tits. He tugged the covers down slowly a couple of inches. She squirmed, but did not awaken, and that movement had the flap of her robe fall away exposing the boob nearest him.

Steve sucked in his breath at the wondrous sight. He’d seen his share of tits, but this one was simply amazing. Was it really or because of whom it belonged to?

Without really thinking about what he was doing, Steve attempted to pull the covers down further. However, the movement caused her to turn onto her side away from. He cursed his impatience. That is, until he saw what was now revealed. Her repositioning deneme bonusu veren siteler had dragged the covers down further revealing her beautiful bare ass.

Once more, Steve inhaled sharply. He couldn’t help himself tugging on the covers until he could see a bit of pussy. Mindlessly, but tenderly, he placed his palm on her buttock. He felt a bit of pre-cum ooze from his dick. With no thought of him possibly awakening her, he let his middle finger ease down her crack between her legs until it made contact with her pussy. Neither could he refrain from rubbing.

Stella moaned softly, and the more he fingered her the more she moaned. Steve knew he was tempting fate when he slid his finger inside her hole. She was still emitting pleasurable sounds, but she also squirmed slightly, so he quickly withdrew his moistened finger. Perversely, he tasted his digit.

When she was still again, he returned his hand between her legs and rubbed his cock with the other. But he could take it no longer. Lying down again on his back, Steve pushed his shorts below his scrotum, licked his hand a few times and stroked his cock. He got carried away pumping his hips, and the rocking of the bed caused Stella to turn over.

“Uh-oh,” he fearfully said, stuffing his dick back in his shorts.

“What are you doing?” Stella asked with a grin.

“Uh, uh—”

“Were you just jerking off next to me?”

“Uh, uh, well, you know, watching you all day . . .” he trailed off, mumbling.

Leaning upon one arm, Stella smiled warmly. “I could do it for you, if you want.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Without another word, she pulled his shorts back down enough to expose his cock. “Wow! That’s quite a tool you have there.” Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she leaned over and dribbled saliva on the head, then used her hand to lube the entire rod.

Eeeuuuuhhhh,” Steve whimpered. In his wildest fantasies—not that he’d had any before today about his sister—he’d never imagined her giving him a handjob.

Stella touched her lips to the head and his eyes widened at the thought of her taking him into her mouth. But sadly, she only allowed more spit to drip down his cock. Again, she coated it as she stroked, and then applied one more dollop of saliva. “You okay?” she whispered sensually.

“Yeah,” he softly responded. “I just never in my horniest dreams expected this.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Of course!”

“Then you’re really going to love this.” Stella opened her mouth and took about two inches of his cock into it. She went up and down a few times, and then twisted her head from side to side with her elevator movement.

A sound that was as high a pitch as Steve’s throat could make and just as unintelligible escaped.

Stopping for a second, Stella turned to her brother and said, “It’s been so fucking long.”

He wasn’t certain if that was a reference to her’s and his relationship or how long it had been since she’d done anything with her husband. He rather leaned toward the latter. Regardless, she was good. The fact this she was his sister doing this added to the quality of it. He wondered if this talent was another she had honed to attempt to save her marriage. However, Steve was selfishly not remorseful that he was a benefactor. He could only close his eyes and relish the incredible feelings and emotions that occurred.

Saliva drooled from her mouth down his shaft and onto his scrotum. It was messy and sloppy, and it was magnificent. His balls instantly started churning, his toes tingling. His ass puckered and his muscles tensed.

“Come on, brother.”

And that was all he needed to erupt in her mouth. He wanted to watch her face as she swallowed the massive load, but his head felt like it would explode and all he could do was lie back with his eyes closed to enjoy what was probably the best orgasm he had ever had. He felt more warm liquid roll down his shaft and coat his abdomen, suggesting that she couldn’t ingest it all. Not that it mattered. It was still fantastic.

Steve looked up to see her licking her lips and she was smiling.

“I’ll get you a towel.” Stella got out of bed and walked to the bathroom that was in between their bedrooms. She wiped her face and used her cupped hand to take a drink of faucet water to wash down the salty taste. And then she stared at herself in the mirror wondering what the hell had possessed her to do such a thing. Of course, it had been a while. She’d never really cared for blowjobs, and again, only taught herself to be skilled at it for her husband. But he didn’t seem to appreciate it. However, oddly enough, there was something she had enjoyed about sucking her brother, wrong though it was.

Snapping out of it, Stella returned to the bedroom. In the time she’d been musing in the mirror, Steve had fallen asleep. She smiled. It used to make her angry when her husband drifted off like that. But with her brother, it was kind of cute. Besides, she knew how tired he had been. The blowjob probably just relaxed him enough to fall asleep. He hadn’t pulled his shorts back up, nor had the huge amount of semen he had discharged dried, so she tenderly blotted the gooey mess, admiring his masculine form as she did so. He had a much nicer physique than Dave, not to mention a much larger cock. She bet that really felt good.

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NOTE – this story is a fantasy. It has elements of bondage, violence, racial sterotypes, cuckolding, and all around bad stuff. It is a story about bad people making bad decisions. Pointing out the ‘right’ decisions in the comments entirely misses the point and is a waste of your time. The story takes place in a strange alternate universe where STDs don’t exist, and faster than light space travel is possible, just no one has invented it yet, so there you go for your suspension of disbelief. If this doesn’t sound like your thing, please don’t read.

I sat with my husband in his BMW, parked in front of a roadside diner. Just off the interstate, the restaurant was popular with all sorts of travelers, especially bikers and truck drivers, evidenced by the rows of semi tractor trailer trucks along the road and motorcycles parked in neat rows in the front. One of the trucks was owned by Charles, an African American truck driver, who waited for me inside. Over the course of the next week I would ride alongside of him as his obedient sex slave, obeying his every whim. The following week, I would be handed off to his friend Dwan, another truck driver who I had never met. I would ride back with him, offering my body to him for his use just as I had offered it to Charles.

The noon sun baked the car, causing the air conditioner to whirr louder. My skin moistened with a thin sheen of sweat, not just from heat, but trepidation of my ordeal ahead. I recrossed my legs and ran my hands under my bare thighs to keep them from sticking on the leather seats. I checked my make-up in the sun visor mirror once again, nothing had changed in the past 30 seconds since my last check.

My husband, sensing my apprehension, said, “Yen, you don’t need to go through with this.”

I didn’t respond right away. I had too many thoughts to process at once. “Yes, I do.”

“We can just back out of here and go home. Charles doesn’t own you.”

I giggled and steeled my resolve. “Dear, that’s not the point. I want him to.”

Charles had given me specific instructions on what to wear, and I reviewed my outfit to make sure I met them. My shorts were not much more than a denim belt. A thin strip of material ran between my legs in a laughable attempt to cover my genitalia. He thought it was funny how I had to constantly peel the crotch from between my pussy lips. They did nothing to cover the globes of my tight ass cheeks. I had only worn them for Charles in private or in a private club, but never in public.

The shorts hung low enough to expose the queen of spades tattoo just above my pubic mound. Charles ordered me to get it as a symbol of my status as black-owned. It was actually a small mercy. First he wanted in on my wrist, then my ankle, but I felt it would be too difficult to hide during the day. On this trip, however, I hoped to return home with a much more enduring symbol of my submission to black cock.

Sweat made my tight white t-shirt nearly transparent. My brown nipples, permanently aroused from the steel bars Charles had me put through them, pressed firmly at the fabric. I didn’t even own any bras or panties anymore, Charles banned them shortly after taking ownership of me. Normally he liked me wearing my wedding ring, but he said I should leave it at home because things could get a little rough and someone might steal it off me.

One more glance into the mirror. My face looked absolutely whorish – my almond eyes heavily outlined in black, red eyeshadow and long fake lashes, my lips painted a dark burgundy. I used to have fun with it, playing with the color or wavy perms, but Charles wanted it loose and straight and black, said it made me appear more like the chink I was.

“Are you ready?” My husband asked with concern.

I looked at him and nodded.

“Well, let’s get this over with,” he sighed. He got out, took my backpack out of the trunk then opened my car door.

I stepped out and balanced on my red platform high heels. The bright sun already began to sting my pale skin. My husband opened my backpack and removed a leather collar and a chain leash. I stood still as he put the collar around my neck and secured the buckle, then clipped the leash to the D-ring that hung below my chin.

I made my way to the restaurant door while my husband followed behind, holding my leash. I would never walk ahead of my master without permission, but I didn’t want anyone to think I was my husband’s slave. I had to take careful steps on the uneven ground. My heels were not easy to walk in, but Charles found what they did to my posture sexy. I didn’t plan on spending too much time on my feet anyway.

When I approached the door, my husband rushed ahead to open it for me. The burst of air-conditioned air felt good on my overheated flesh. The diner wasn’t exactly a family type establishment, its customers mostly bikers and truckers, the types to find the sight of a half naked leashed Asian woman teetering on stripper heels odd, but not too outlandish. My white husband, in his khakis and cardigan, probably canlı bahis looked more out of place.

I still got plenty of gawks and stares, however. Some men licked their lips and made lewd comments under their breath, but they kept their hands to themselves, not because my husband who followed close behind, but because my tattoo marked me as Charles’s bitch. It made me so horny knowing I was a property of a man who could garner such respect from people like these.

I spotted Charles at the end of the row of booths that ran along the storefront windows. His massive frame hunched over a plate of food as he ate, his bald head glistening from the sunlight coming through the window. Through the window I could see my husband’s car. Charles assuredly had a good view of me arriving. He could have easily taken possession of me in the parking lot, or at his truck, but he was testing me, seeing how much humiliation I would go through for him.

I did my best strut down the aisle, praying I wouldn’t trip and fall or otherwise embarrass myself and by extension, Charles. This lifestyle still didn’t come naturally to me. The night before my husband and I were at a wine and cheese soiree. The day before I performed three caesarean sections as a senior OB/Gyn at my hospital. Honestly, I think if it all did come naturally, if I was just one of the gutter slut bimbos waiting out in the parking lot for a $5 trick, this wouldn’t be as enjoyable to him. Watching me debase myself for him was so much more entertaining because I had so far to fall.

When I reached him, Charles didn’t look up from his plate. Since I didn’t have his permission to sit or speak, I stood at the foot of the table and looked straight ahead. My husband was under no obligation, so he plopped down on the seat opposite Charles and set my bag next to him.

I could see Charles lift his head slightly in disgust at the behavior of the white boy, but he was above petty things and went back to finish his meal. He took a sip from his drink, then held out his hand to my husband.

“Do your thing and get.”

He placed the handle of my leash in Charles’s outstretched hand, effectively and symbolically acknowledging that Charles owned his wife.

As he started to leave, I said to him, “Wait.” Charles looked up and flashed me a scolding look. I was to be used, not heard. I looked at my husband then back at him. His brow unfurrowed and he nodded, allowing me to continue.

“Hand me my backpack, I have a present for you,” I told my husband.

The backpack contained the few things Charles let me bring – my cell phone, my driver’s license, toiletries, make-up, and two outfits in case I had to appear ‘normal’. There was one thing he left up to me to bring or not, and I found it in the front zipper compartment.

I waited for my husband to hold out his hand, then I placed the round plastic container in it. “My birth control pills.”

I could see Charles smile slightly. He had been encouraging me to humiliate my husband more. The way my husband scuttled off, hunched over, his hands over his crotch to cover his erection, I think I did him well.

With my husband gone, Charles set my leash on the table.

He waved his hand in front of him. “Sit.”

I did as I was told.

“Are you hungry? We won’t be stopping for a while.”

“You know what I’m hungry for.”

“You’ll get plenty of that, for sure.” He called the waitress over.

“Get her a cheeseburger and a tall glass of orange juice, she’ll need to keep her strength up.”

The middle-aged white lady nodded to Charles, then gave me a long, disgusted glare, then walked off.

“So, you are sure about the pills?”

“I actually stopped taking them a week ago.”

“And no sex with hubbie?”

“Have you given me permission to have sex with him?”

He laughed. To him this was a game that humored him, for me, it was my life. “How about any of the other brothers, any of them bust a nut in you?”

“Not since I stopped taking my birth control.”

Charles’s ownership of my body extended beyond my time with him. I didn’t have sex with my husband without his permission, I couldn’t even masturbate without his permission. The only exception was other black men. While he charged for my services when he was in town, he liked the idea of his prestigious Asian doctor slut giving it up for free to any lowly brother who asked. If a black man came on to me, I could postpone, but not deny, access to my body. Charles understood I couldn’t exactly be slipping off to get fucked every 15 minutes and keep my position as a medical doctor, so he left the timing to my discretion. There were a few black men among the staff at the hospital that I regularly drained of sperm, but they understood my relationship with Charles and that I wanted his baby, so they had to be happy with my mouth or ass for a while.

“As we discussed, I’m cool with you being unprotected, but I’m not entirely cool with you having my baby. I got enough babies kaçak iddaa out there. I’m not opposed, just not totally cool with it. So, you know you’re gonna be fucking alot of other dudes on this trip?”

I nodded my head. “As long as they are black.”

He grabbed my leash and yanked, pulling me out of my seat so my face was inches from his. “Bitch, you’ll fuck who I tell you to fuck. Don’t be thinking you’ll be having any say in the matter.”

I heard people gasp behind me. He looked around and noticed the waitress giving him a dirty look.

He loosened his grip on my leash, allowing me to sit back down. He spoke in a softer tone. “Bitch, this getting knocked up thing is your idea, not mine.”

“I want your baby, Charles. You know that. If I can’t have that, I at least want a black baby. If I wanted a white baby I’d just fuck my husband.”

The waitress had showed up with my food. “Chuck, we’ve been over this, do what you want with your whores in the parking lot, but not in here. Bob told me to tell you to take the leash off.”

Charles relented, and reached over and un-clipped the leash and handed it to me. I put it in my backpack. I had to restrain myself from smiling from watching Charles momentarily transform from my hulking overlord to a chastised customer. It only reinforced my lowly position to everyone in the room. I had to remain expressionless however. The last time I showed amusement at him being berated by another woman, he took it out on my ass. You try to explain for a week to a bunch of stuffy old white doctors why you can’t sit down.

The waitress set my food down in front of me, gave Charles a firm look and walked off.

“Eat.”

When I had control of myself, I was a vegetarian, bordering on vegan. When I told him this, he laughed as said I was an even bigger stuck up bitch than I looked. Eating this disgusting, greasy meat would only prove to Charles that I was willing to let him stuff anything inside my body he wanted.

“Finish quickly. We won’t stop again until nightfall and I am already behind schedule.”

***

The fantasy of giving myself to black men sexually and the fantasy of carrying a black baby had always been intertwined, one required the other. While I was less reluctant to indulge the former, it was the latter that introduced me to this world, an introduction that came when I met Alice Wang-Johnson. I first met her when I walked into my examination room and found her waiting with her husband, both concerned why she wasn’t getting pregnant.

Her husband was white, and she Chinese, like me, and we both spoke Mandarin. I learned from speaking it with my parents and aunts and uncles. She grew up in Shanghai until she was 16, so her Mandarin was a little coarser, more mixed with slang and what you would call ‘dirty’ words. I loved learning that side of my heritage from her.

In every one of our appointments, there were two conversations going. When going over charts and lab results and other doctor/patient things, we would talk in English. In between she would switch to Mandarin and incessantly dig into her husband, saying things like she can’t get pregnant because the cum just gurgles out of her pussy because her husband’s dick is so small he can’t get it in deep enough. Once she told me if she knew how bad he was in bed, she might as well have married Chinese. I know this may seem obvious to both of us now, most young Chinese girls are under the misapprehension that white men have the best cocks. The funniest things she said were when I didn’t understand some word and she wouldn’t want to say it in English, so she would use hand gestures and her husband would just have this confused look on his face.

At one of her appointments, she mentioned, in Mandarin, an African-American at her work who was flirting with her. She wondered if the myth was true. I laughed and told her statistically, maybe a little, but porn massively exaggerates it. She said in English – “that’s one study I’d love to collect data on.” Her husband just looked at her strangely but Alice and I both laughed.

She did have some problems, but nothing that would prevent a pregnancy. We cleared them up over a few appointments, then I gave her a clean bill of health and I wished her luck. When I told her that we fixed all her problems, she pointed to her husband and said in Mandarin, “I haven’t fixed that big problem, but I’m working on it.”

Four months later, she returned to my office 10 weeks pregnant. I congratulated her and her husband and we laid out our delivery schedule. When I asked her husband if he was happy his wife was finally pregnant, Alice said in Mandarin, “he sure was happy watching me get pregnant.” I figured there was a language issue and she meant ‘happy getting her pregnant’, but she meant it exactly how she said it.

Throughout the pregnancy, she kept telling me she had a surprise for me and for me not to be shocked when the baby comes out. Honestly, at this point I thought she might be a little delirious kaçak bahis from anemia, something quite common with pregnant women. I prescribed her an iron supplement and told her to eat more foods with Vitamin C.

When she finally gave birth, once the baby started to crown I realized she had been entirely clear headed all along. Even purely white or Asian babies are a little purple and discolored when they come out, but this baby had dark mocha colored skin. I gasped and struggled to remain professional. It wasn’t the first time we delivered a baby obviously not fathered by the man holding the hand of the mother, but paternity really was no concern of ours. We did our jobs without comment.

She gave birth to a very healthy girl, above average in size and weight, with the cutest head of thick, wavy black hair. The biggest surprise of all was her husband seemed entirely unphased, he held the baby as if it was his own. Gone were Alice’s derisive comments, she seemed very loving and appreciative towards him. I figured all’s well that ends well, and I signed off on them and they left the hospital the next day.

I had been keeping my husband up-to-date on Alice, looking back he seemed almost obsessed with her, always asking if I saw her. I told him about the color of the baby. Instead of acting disgusted as I expected, he got a big smile on his face.

“It was the co-worker, wasn’t it?” he asked.

From the way he leaned forward expectantly, I knew the answer he wanted to hear. “What is wrong with you? Her husband seemed excited about it too.”

He told me that there were married women out there who had sex with black men with the full approval of their husbands. The husbands either like to listen to their wife’s account afterwards or actually masturbate while watching the wife have sex with her black lover. I found this difficult to believe, it flew in the face of marriage as a convention of status and fidelity. I asked him how he heard about this, and he got a little defensive and told me he just read about it on the internet.

Normally, I only deal with pregnant women with complications. Since Alice was no longer a pregnant woman with complications, I should have handed her off to a nurse or a less senior doctor. Instead I filed some paperwork that said Alice had language difficulties and I’d remain her doctor to help translate.

I started texting or calling her almost every day. I justified it by telling myself I was concerned about her well-being. Often, when the father questions the paternity of his wife’s baby, it could lead to abandonment, abuse, or worse. She and the baby were very healthy and the husband showed no signs of being an abuser. I didn’t really have an excuse for what I was doing.

After a few weeks of this, she texted me back – “why are you texting me so much?”

That was the first time it struck me how unprofessional I had been. I could get in serious trouble for harassing a patient. I immediately texted back. “I’m very sorry, I know I have been contacting you too much, I’m just concerned about you. I will stop and only contact you through my office.”

She responded. “Maybe you aren’t as concerned as you are curious.”

I was panicking by now. I wondered if I should report my actions to my chief physician. It usually went better if you were upfront about inappropriate contact with a patient before they filed an official complaint.

I hesitated, but eventually responded – “I’m sorry, I will stop. I’m being unprofessional.”

“Quit being stuck up! I consider you my friend. If you are curious, call me.”

I gulped. I needed some time to calm down, so I told her I’d call her in the evening.

When I called her, she basically confirmed my husband’s suspicion. She got frustrated with her husband and gave in to her black co-worker. She felt she needed to do it to relax, but made him wear a condom. The sex was so good she started wanting it more and more. He talked his way out of using condoms. The risk of pregnancy made their encounters that much more thrilling.

He told her how to handle her husband to get him to accept her affair. He seemed to have done this before. She even convinced her husband to be in the room watching while her lover had unprotected sex in their marital bed. It was all a contrivance, however, she knew she was already pregnant, but wanted to give her husband the experience so it would make him more accepting of raising another man’s child.

I felt dizzy hearing this, and I had to sit down. The whole concept seemed so bizarre. I talked to my husband about it and he seemed surprisingly agreeable. He told me interracial sex is the best form of sex. He told me to remember the excitement when I, a Chinese woman, had sex with a white man for the first time. Sleeping with a black man was a step up from that. ‘Step up’… I wondered why he used that phrase.

At her next appointment, a very handsome, tall black man accompanied her. She introduced him as ‘Leon’, her co-worker. Alice barely reached 5 feet, and she barely passed this man’s elbow. His thighs were thicker than her waist. The mechanics of their love-making seemed almost preposterous, but obviously they worked it out. We focused on her baby, her friend mostly just listened and nodded his head.

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I heard that familiar knock and immediately fell to my knees in front of the door, opening it hurriedly, wantonly, hungrily! I was so hungry, in fact, I almost attacked him as soon as I opened it. He grabbed me by the hair gently, and pulled my face up to look at him and laughingly asked if I could at least wait until he sat down.

On my knees, naked and starving, I smiled and said “No, Sir!” and tugged against his hands, moving my mouth to trace the outline of his cock through his jeans. He groaned and murmured that I was so good at cocksucking that he couldn’t wait either.

He moved back against the chair, and using it to steady himself, allowed me to indulge and teethe along his growing shaft through his pants. As my teeth lightly traced his cock, my fingers quickly found the zipper to his jeans and tugged it down. I moved my mouth to the top of the zipper and let my tongue trail down the opening as I slowly slid his jeans down over his thighs, the wet trail from my tongue following the discarded pants, right to the tip of his cock. As his jeans hit the floor, my lips nibbled softly at the tip of his cock and he fell back into the chair, moaning “Damn girl! You are a hungry little slut, aren’t you?”

I gently sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue all around it, savoring the texture and taste against my warm, wet mouth mumbling, “Mmm, yes Sir.”

He began unbuttoning his shirt, as I slipped my mouth from his cock and ran a pointed tongue along the vein on the underside. I then gently flicked my tongue across the slit and ran it back down the top of the shaft, coating the length with a sheen of saliva. I then sat back on my knees, smiled at him, and slowly untied each shoelace. I leaned forward after untying both laces, and took his cock in my mouth, sinking just the head between my lips and sucked and licked all around it. I slowly let it slip from my mouth again and removed one shoe, then the other, again smiling at him the entire time. Leaning forward once again, I slipped half the length of his cock into my mouth and sucked ever so gently, then pulled my lips free from it once more, making a suctioning noise as the head popped from my mouth. Smiling at him yet again, I slowly removed first one leg, then the other, of his jeans and folded them neatly and placed them on the table beside us.

His cock was hard, pointing straight up as he sat, patiently waiting for the return of my mouth. I teasingly ran my fingernails up his thighs, as I maneuvered comfortably between his legs. I began with slow, soft kisses along his abdomen, inching ever lower, my fingers dragging along his flesh, teasingly close to his groin. Soft kisses turned to gentle nibbles as my lips moved closer to the object of their desire. Feeling the warmth radiate from his cock, my tongue darted out, barely caressing the tip, as my fingers lightly trailed over his balls. I let my nails lightly graze his sac, while my tongue lapped around the head of his now throbbing cock. I slowly enveloped the tip with my lips and began to glide the entire length of his cock deep into my mouth, the fingers of one hand now wrapping softly around the base of his balls, cupping them gently, the thumb of my other hand pressing ever so slightly behind them, teasing the spot just below his sac. I gently but firmly pressed my palm against his balls, forcing them to the base of his cock so that my tongue could slip out from between my pursed lips and lap at them, while his cock was buried deep in my throat.

Massaging his balls, I pulled back ever so slowly from his cock, coating it with saliva. I nibbled along the length, up and down the sides, along the top, down the underside, nipping at every inch of his hard shaft, feeling it pulse against my tongue and lips, as I moved over it’s length, time and time again. He moaned softly as he wrapped his hands in my hair, following the slow steady movements of my head as I continued to enjoy his cock. I sucked his cock into my mouth and began using my jaw muscles to massage the shaft. My lips tight against the soft skin, I sucked hard and slid up and down it’s length several times. Catching him just under the ridge, I used my bottom lip to massage the thick vein underneath, rolling my lips over my teeth and inching it further and further down the shaft until my nose was buried against his groin. He groaned and gasped and told me that I was indeed an incredible cocksucker, as I gulped and swallowed, the constrictions in my throat noticeable against the head of his cock.

I then began to move my mouth bedava bahis up and down the length of his cock, swaying my tongue along the underside each time I moved up it’s length. Hungrily, my movements increased in tempo, until I was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth quickly, my fingers still gently probing his balls and lightly teasing towards his ass. Wanting to enjoy his cock for a while, I slowed my movements a bit and felt him rise to stand before me, his cock still buried in my mouth. He then began to slowly fuck my mouth, holding my head between his hands, filling my throat with each lunge forward. My tongue dragged along his cock every time he pulled his hips backward and my lips gulped him down on every thrust forward. Soon he was fucking my mouth hard and fast, watching his cock slide in and out of my throat. His movements slowed and I slid my hands up the back of his thighs and gripped his ass, pulling him tight to my face. I held him deep in my throat for a minute, before I began to move my head back and forth, pulling him deep into me, again fucking my mouth, only with less urgency. Suddenly he wrapped his hands in my hair and pulled me from his cock.

He then climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself comfortably, as I slinked my way between his legs and wrapped my arms under his thighs. My fingers lightly teased his pubic hair, while my tongue barely grazed the tip of his cock, tasting a tiny drop of precum. Again I slowly worked my mouth over his cock, up and down it’s length, and mouthing up one side then down the other. I lapped at his balls, trailing my tongue over them, then sucked them softly into my mouth and toyed with them with my tongue, pointing it and pressing it between and all around them, my fingers now wrapped around his shaft, lightly stroking it. I slid my lips up the underside of his cock, and suctioned against the taut skin, letting my hand glide over the tip. I moved my mouth once again over the head and sunk the entire length deep into my throat in one motion, my hand leading my mouth down the shaft. He gasped and groaned as I began to sink deep onto his cock again and again, letting my fingers trail behind my lips. My pace quickened and I felt his cock pulse and throb against my tongue, his balls pull up tight, and his back arch. He moaned as my mouth sucked tight against his cock, over and over, faster and faster, until he grabbed my head, screamed and thrust his cock deep into my throat.

I felt the first burst of his cum hit the back of my throat and heard him gasp, “Don’t swallow yet! Hold it in your mouth and then let it dribble down my cock and over my balls.” Feeling my throat fill with his warm liquid, my nose pressed tight against his groin, I managed to smile slightly, letting him know I would do as he asked. As the last spurt filled my mouth completely, I pulled back slowly, letting his cum seep from between my lips and coat his cock. As I pulled my lips from his spent, semi-hard cock, the last of his semen flowed freely from my mouth and ran down the shaft, coating his cock and balls.

Barely audibly, he rasped, “Now I want you to clean my cock and balls and don’t miss a drop.” I smiled a huge smile and devoured his cock immediately, forgetting how sensitive he would be. He groaned quite loudly as I sucked his softening cock into my mouth and sucked against the sensitive organ, hard! My tongue lapped at every inch, all the while he squirmed and moaned and bucked against my face.

Letting his now flaccid cock slip from between my lips, I licked and nibbled all around his groin, finally sucking every drop of his cum from his balls. His body relaxed and he moaned softly as he sunk into the bed, caressed my head, and told me that I was a very good little slut. I smiled up at him and snuggled against his legs, while he recovered.

Soon, he sat up and smiled at me, telling me how wonderful a job I had done and that I should be rewarded for my enthusiasm. He instructed me to get my nipple clamps, my butt plug, my flogger and leather paddle from my bag. I jumped up and gathered the items he requested, handing them to him. He smiled as he set each one down and ordered me back onto the bed on my back. He grinned evilly, dangling the clamps in front of me, and said “I think we will start with these first.”

My nipples immediately hardened at the mere mention of the clamps and he chuckled, commenting on their responsiveness. He slowly dragged the chain over my breast and attached the first clamp to my left nipple. I gasped as I felt it’s tightness bite casino siteleri into my hard nub. He trailed the second clamp across my chest and let the chain rest playfully between my breasts, before he attached the other clamp to my right nipple, this time eliciting a low moan from my lips. He smiled down at me and ran his finger lightly under the chain, barely lifting it from my breastbone. Suddenly, he tugged it sharply, causing the clover clamps to tighten against my nipples. I moaned loudly and arched my back as he tugged the chain further from my body, sending a tingle directly to my clit.

He smiled and said “Not yet sweetie,” and then instructed me to turn over and lay flat on the bed. As I did as he wished, my breasts mashed against the linen and reminded me of the clamps so tightly biting into my nipples. The pain was exquisite! My body tensed, as my orgasm fast approached. He slapped my ass playfully and told me I had better not cum just yet. He then slid a finger into my pussy and commented on how extremely wet I was. Laughing, he said that that was a very good thing, as it would make his next task that much easier.

I felt the coolness of the butt plug, as he teased my clit with the tip, coating it with my juices. He slid it ever so slowly into my dripping pussy, letting my juices coat the entire length of it and then trailed it back out and up along my ass. Gently he pressed the tip against my tight hole and began to apply pressure. Not surprisingly, it slid in about an inch very easily. He chuckled and said that is was going to be much easier than he thought, as I was so wet. He inched the plug into my ass slowly, pulling it back a bit each time he pressed it forward, letting my ass get accustomed to the intrusion. When it’s full length was buried deep inside me, he seated it, making sure my sphincter had closed around the smaller neck of the plug.

I was writhing against his movements, trying desperately to feel every inch as it penetrated my body, wanting and needing to cum. He laughed again and told me that I could now cum as much as I wished. I thanked him profusely, as I felt the tails of the flogger trail softly down my shoulders. He playfully dragged them along my back, watching as I squirmed and tried to grind my body into the bed. Suddenly I felt the sharp sting of the flogger as the first blow struck my ass, just above the butt plug. I gasped and groaned, as once again he lightly dragged the leather straps up and down my back and ass. He chuckled a low laugh and began raining blows all over my backside, some soft and teasing, some hard and biting. My body bucked and arched, my orgasm building higher and higher. Suddenly, he rained hard, swift blows on my ass continuously, hurtling me over the edge to a powerful orgasm. My body stiffened and shuddered, causing the nipple clamps to bite into my nipples and sending shivers through my body directly to my clit, and again I came hard, barely recovered from the first orgasm. He continued the pattern of alternately soft, teasing caresses with the flogger and hard, sharp stinging bites. My flesh was heated and my body was writhing uncontrollably under his ministrations. I came several times, as he continued to cover my back and ass with small, heated welts.

After whipping me for quite a while, he stopped abruptly and smoothed his hands over my heated flesh, feeling the warmth my ass now radiated. He smiled as my body shivered and convulsed from the continuous orgasms it had been experiencing. His hand glided over my ass, down over the butt plug and cupped my swollen lips. He laughed as he ran the tip of his finger along my pussy, commenting on the copious amount of juices running down between my thighs. He then slid his fingers between my lips and teased my opening, my body pressing back against his fingers, my lungs gasping for breath, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. He teased the opening for a moment, then slid his fingers deep into my steamy wet hole, as his other hand gently pressed against the plug in my ass. Finding a slow, methodic rhythm, he began moving his fingers in and out of my pussy with the same speed as he pressed against the butt plug. Soon, I was pushing back against his hands, trying to fuck the plug and his fingers harder and faster.

He grinned and leaned over me and asked what it was I wanted. Barely able to speak, I gasped “…to cum again, Sir!”

He replied quite tauntingly, “Hmmm… I think you have already cum a number of times … am I not right?” Groaning quite loudly, I barely managed to answer bahis siteleri him that I had, in fact, cum several times, but wished to do so again.

Teasingly he replied, “But I have only cum once, and yet you have cum so many times, should I allow you to cum again?”

Begging and pleading I groaned, “Oh please yes, Sir! I’ll make you cum again! Just please let me cum one more time?”

He burst out laughing as he said that I would indeed be making him cum again and then he plunged his fingers into my sopping pussy hard and fast, while at the same time, rammed the plug deep into my ass over and over. My body thrashed about the bed, bucking wildly as I came again, harder than I had yet. My body shook and convulsed, my head tossing from side to side, as I screamed through my orgasm.

His movements slowed, holding me over the edge for a very long time, then suddenly stopped. As I shuddered and tried to regain my composure somewhat, I felt the soft fleece of my paddle lightly caress my tender ass. The cool, soothing softness was in stark contrast to the sting of the welts now forming on my tender bottom. The sensation was amazing, soft and luxurious, against the hot, burning sting of my flesh. Then the soft caresses turned to light tapping, the fleece thumping against my buttocks softly. Just as I was enjoying the gentle silkiness of the material, he flipped the paddle over and landed a sharp stinging blow with the leather side, squarely to my ass. My body jerked and my breath caught in my throat, until I felt the gentle, soothing caress of the fleece once again. Over and over, he alternated the fleece and the leather, my body confused as to which would be next. Again my orgasm began to build, my pussy aching and clit throbbing. I raised my ass in the air trying desperately to entice his strokes, but to no avail. He continued at a leisurely pace, obviously enjoying watching me squirm.

I began to beg him for release, pleading with him to make me cum again. He laughed quite loudly and questioned, “My my, but you are a greedy little slut aren’t you?”

Screaming and desperate for release, I replied “Yes Sir!! Please, please don’t stop? Please make me cum again?” and just as I gasped those last syllables from my lips, he began raining hard, fast blows to my ass with the leather paddle, occasionally striking the end of the butt plug, forcing it deeper into my ass. I bucked and screamed as I came again and again, my orgasms melding into one long, mind-bending, earth-shattering cum. My mind went numb and my world went black, as my whole body trembled and seized from the continuous spasming.

Barely able to focus, I felt the cool cloth brush along my forehead as he asked if I were all right. Smiling contentedly, I simply nodded and sighed, as he continued to wipe the sweat beaded on my face. He then smoothed the cool cloth down my back and over my ass, commenting on the beautiful shade of red that it had become. I tensed as I felt the contrast of the cloth against my heated skin, but soon reveled in the soothing relief. As the cloth was replaced by his hand, gently caressing my tender bottom, he remarked, “OK my little slut, I vaguely remember you promising to make me cum again.”

I smiled as I rolled onto my back, revealing that the nipple clamps were still in place. He chuckled and said “Wait, we can’t leave these on any longer.” As he removed the first clamp, the blood rushed to my aching nipple and a twinge of pain pierced straight through my body, directly to my clit, once again bringing me to the brink of orgasm. He smiled knowingly and said, “This should send you right over the edge,” as he released the second clamp. Immediately, my body shuddered and trembled as my orgasm rippled through it. Gasping for breath, I thanked him over and over for allowing me to cum so much.

He lie next to me, cradling me in his arms and whispered in my ear, “Show me how grateful you are my hungry slut.”

I smiled at him and mumbled “Mmm, hmm!” as I trailed down the length of his body with my tongue. Once again, I bathed his cock with my mouth. My hunger to taste him again, had grown immensely throughout my orgasms and I devoured his cock in one swift motion. I teased him for a while, before engulfing him completely and sucking him voraciously. I maneuvered over him and began long, deep strokes up and down the length of his cock, sucking hard and fast. I grazed his balls with my fingernails as I swallowed his cock over and over. After only a short while, he groaned and bucked upward, once again filling my throat with his cum. This time, I swallowed every drop, enjoying the taste of his cum as it slid down my throat. After I had swallowed the last drop, I licked my lips and smiled at him. This time it was he, gasping for breath and shuddering uncontrollably and praising his little slut.

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As the morning of fourteenth day arrived, I cowered at Blanche’s feet and kissed them again and again. In just two weeks the women had seized the element of my submissive nature and trained and broken my will completely. I was on the point of begging Blanche to allow me to see the noose again; I would rather have been despatched than go back to Cherie, her mother was truly in complete and utter control of me. As I looked up to her she smiled down with dominant satisfaction, dressed in black lace and chiffon; a black corset holding her waist tightly, her pussy on show through fine black lace panties. She seemed to know exactly what was going through my mind, as my lips parted when I looked up at the supreme woman.

“Don’t you dare beg on what may be your last day with me. The ladies will be arriving soon; Cherie and Chuck won’t be here till late this afternoon and we shall have a full and exciting day. Now you may sniff my pussy while you think about the canings you have had from me and my friends. If you beg for anything, you’ll beg for a caning.” She took my head as I knelt up and caressed my hair as I sniffed enthusiastically at her womanly aroma. It was apparent that she was already aroused; I knew then that this was to be a special day, I had not had the honour of witnessing her sweet arousal so early in the day before; Blanche was excited about something. My cock bulged in the cage adorned with ‘Property of Blanche’; how I yearned to be wearing it tomorrow. She pressed my nose into her soft folds.

“Whatever becomes of you, you’ll always remember my scent. Now you kneel at the window and await our guests.” As per my first day I knelt obediently at the window to witness the arrival of the women, many of whom I now knew intimately. As the women began to arrive, my cock dribbled in the cage, and my anus clenched at the tight butt-plug with a renewed fear. The thought and excitement of seeing so many dominant women made me yearn for humiliation, and punishment. Agnes arrived, dressed in a tight black satin Chinese style dress; her scornful look at me in the window as she clenched her riding crop had my balls tingling. Her sissy was also dressed in a black French maid’s outfit; her eyes red from a recent chastisement, her tiny dress high up and frilled, displaying panties which in turn displayed a small bulge to the fore; the remnants of a hormone induced destruction of former masculinity.

She managed a soft smile at me which had my cock buzzing with a strange desire I had not known until seeing her. Miranda arrived looking more dominant and elegant than I had ever seen her before, wearing a short black leather skirt, black silk blouse, low cut with chiffon displaying her large cleavage; her hair in a bun, black cane sweeping alongside her long legs in seamed stockings. She was accompanied by Myrna who wore a full length black silk cape and mortar board, a severe look of pleasure emanating from behind her stern glasses as she flexed the cane she carried. Was this to be some form of dominatrix illegal bahis graduation?

It struck me that each and every woman was wearing black; though many had worn the same on my initiation day, today was uniformly black. Two large cars pulled up, two red lipped and stern looking women remained seated in the one vehicle, both lighting cigarettes as they stared at me with contempt at the window.

Arabella alighted from the other car with a broad smile on her face; she wore a short black skirt with black knee-length pointy boots with long heels, a black silk blouse with no bra; her nipples pointing like thumbs as she opened the rear hatch and pulled the gimp out on his leash. She looked particularly sinister as her outfit was finished by a small black mask which covered her eyes. The gimp was naked except for his usual black full face leather mask and frilly tail which hung from the butt plug tight in his arse. My cock buzzed as her arrival was suddenly greeted by loud applause from the now large crowd of women. I was now allowed to turn and face the delicious array of stern women; each of them could summon the cream from my balls within sixty seconds.

Blanche brought Myrna over to me; she swayed slightly making the black silk shimmer as she viewed me with utter contempt. Blanche smiled with satisfaction as she saw me swallow hard in awe of this naturally dominant woman who had shown me my place so thoroughly.

“Myrna here will officially become a member of our group today. Today of all days; which will be a very special one. We thought it fitting that she should be here today. As part of her introduction to the circle I intend that she thrashes you again while all the women watch. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Myrna looked supreme and sneered as she awaited my response. My arse tingled and clenched as I remembered my last encounter.

“Yes Mistress Blanche, I would love to have Myrna thrash me again, while all the women watch.” Myrna smiled contentedly and pushed her breasts forward in the soft hanging silk, showing me nipples erect and hard with excitement. She was relishing thrashing me again.

The attention now centred firmly on the gimp; It was with some jealousy, my cock bulging as I watched the once proud Headmaster kiss the feet of his mistress and the other women as they summarily whipped and tormented him with a venom unforeseen before. He whinged as never before when two women wheeled out the caning bench for his inspection; this was not what the broken and defeated male yearned to see. Arabella leaned over it and lifted her short skirt, sliding her panties down her thighs. The gimp was invited to lick her anus prior to the noose ritual. The women gathered close eager to her him beg; the torture of a male who had once caned young girls was especially sweet.

Arabella’s eyes shone through the mask with exquisite satisfaction as she savagely caned the prostrate cur; he having begged with real submissive earnest on this occasion. The casino siteleri women laughed and jeered at his pathetic weakness; he was truly broken.

Arabella pointed to the cellar door, and duly led the gimp down by leash on all fours; her total dominance over the feeble male so complete and without question. An eager procession of equally superior women followed, dressed in black leather, satin, silk and lace. I was all but down on all fours ready for Blanche to take my leash when she looked at me and shook her head.

“Not this time. You and the sissy will remain here; I want you to witness something else.” She smiled with an extra perverse satisfaction at the disappointment on my face, and then looked sternly at me. I would not disappoint her. She then moved to the window and gestured to the two women who had remained smoking in the other car which had arrived with Arabella. She opened the door to them before strutting down to the cellar to enjoy the show.

Four women rather than two appeared with a mummified wriggling body suspended from two poles. The body was unceremoniously dumped on the floor and the poles removed. Stocking clad feet and bound ankles were all that protruded from a black sack which shrouded the body; the cocoon was also bound at thighs, waist, and chest; a thick leather collar about the neck for good measure. Muffled cries could be heard as the four women tended the captive; all dressed uniformly in leather riding trousers and boots, with tight leather waist-coats and puffed sleeved white blouses. Each looking like Meg Myles as she appeared in ‘Satan in High Heels’, they smiled viciously as they caned the writhing, helpless, sack; I was unsure if the cries were in pain or ecstasy.

The figure continued to moan as the women teased the sissy and I with the canes before leaving. All was now very quiet apart from the occasional stern murmurings and muffled laughter which reverberated from the cellar below.

The sissy and I knelt facing the wretch in the sack, not daring to make any sound; we knew the interned soul would be male despite the nylon stockings. As my arse clenched about the plug and my balls tingled with an expectancy of what may be to come, I was suddenly startled by a tumultuous resonating roar of female voices and delirious applause coming from the cellar below. My cock bulged and buzzed at the noise; the sissy bowed her head and sniffled in fear. Another ten minutes or so passed, with the hubbub below slowly decreasing, before the black procession started to emerge from the cellar. The women looked very pleased with themselves; all seemed very excited. Blanche came over to me with a broad, satisfied smile on her face. In her hands was a black bowl.

Agnes, Myrna, and Miranda followed with a throng of women smiling contentedly. Blanche’s face turned to a sneer as she held the bowl under my face. The dominant women closed in to watch with wicked smiles as looked into the bowl to see a very generous offering of creamy poker siteleri white streaks and blobs of jizz. Blanche teased as the women giggled and laughed at my obvious predicament.

“If you want to have any chance of sniffing my pussy again you’ll lick that bowl clean as if it were your last meal.” I was about to start licking, when my eyes caught the last women leaving the cellar; the very last was Arabella, who had a supreme look of satisfaction about her; women were thanking her and patting her with approval as she closed the cellar door behind her. My cock pulsed and dribbled in the cage as I realised she was alone. Blanche laughed as she saw my face.

“Now will you lick my bowl?” The women laughed and jeered as I lapped at the still slightly warm sticky mess; each salty globule was savoured as I thought of Blanche’s womanhood and wondered at the fate of the deliverer of my meal. I had the bowl shiny within a minute. Blanche wiped my face as though I were a small child and pulled my face into her pussy, which was extremely moist and aromatic now. I yearned to lick her as she caressed the back of my head; I was ready to come on hearing her next words.

“It’s time for Arabella to introduce us to a new pet. When she’s done so, Myrna will cane you as promised; I know she’ll be more than ready for it now.” Myrna gave me a look of contempt as she teased my arse with her cane, while the other women formed a circle around the wriggling cocoon. They cheered and applauded her as she approached the bound wretch. She pulled the ties and released the bonds, her delicate fingers slowly unbuckling the tight leather collar, before whisking the sack from the figure. The woman laughed and jeered as a slightly built man was revealed, dressed in stockings, suspenders, bra and girdle; a full face leather mask the only thing hiding his shame. His cock caged; with several rings round his scrotum. He immediately cowered at the dominant Arabella’s feet, kissing them as though his life depended on it. Arabella smiled with further satisfaction as she treated his arse to a few stinging strokes of her cane.

“Meet my new gimp. He is the previous owner of Huxley’s Department Store, which as you know has a huge women’s department with many items of lingerie. I had a tip off that the owner had a curious way of sampling the products that were to be sold. With some help from Miranda we managed to get some remote CCTV equipment installed, and it wasn’t long before we found out that he had a certain fetish.” The circle of women roared with laughter as the new gimp experienced group humiliation for the first time.

” A few simple deliveries of DVD’s soon had him begging for mercy; though he didn’t expect to give himself up the way he has. After a few disciplinary lessons, he soon confessed his submissiveness like most men. His fate was sealed. I’m having a grand ‘Under new management’ re-opening of the store on Saturday; everyone here is most welcome to huge discounts.” The women applauded once more as the gimp licked the feet of the woman who now owned him as much as the store which was now hers.

Blanche beckoned to Myrna, as she had me stand whilst my cage was removed. The women clapped in time as Myrna led me to the caning bench through an avenue of dominant women.

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“Morning, daddy!” bubbled Melissa to her father, as he wandered bleary-eyed into the kitchen the following morning.

“Morning, Pumpkin,” he answered automatically, before the reality of what was happening suddenly jolted him completely awake.

He was standing in front of his daughter wearing only his diaper and tee-shirt and he was soaking wet. The diaper was hanging low under the weight of his heavy accidental bedwetting. It was Saturday morning and they had both slept in way past the usual awful 6am wakeup. But it wasn’t his diaper he was looking at – it was Melissa’s.

With a Cheshire Cat-inspired smile firmly planted on her face, Melissa stood in front of her father with her hands on her hips. “If you can wear your diaper, then so can I!” Her grin was exotic.

Alan knew his eyes should be somewhere other than staring at the equally soggy and low hanging diaper around his daughter’s hips but he could scarcely take his eyes away from the sight. Like him, she was also clad simply in a tee-shirt and diaper.

“But you don’t need to wear them out of bed, so why…”

Melissa put her arms around her father and whispered in his ear. “Actually, I’m not always dry when I’m awake either.”

Alan gently pushed her away and looked into her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me you were having problems?” His panty sniffing had told him her panties were often damp but he hadn’t made the connection. Suddenly, it seemed crystal clear.

“I didn’t want you to think I was bad,” she said, her eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears. “I’d just come back to you and it was bad enough I was still wetting the bed without that.”

“How bad is it, hun?” he asked with genuine concern.

“Well, it’s not as bad as it used to be but the mornings are the worst. It takes a few hours for my bladder to get really under control. I seem to go to the toilet ever thirty minutes until lunchtime.”

Melissa hung her head in shame. Alan lifted her chin up to face him and at that moment all he wanted to do was kiss her deeply; to kiss her as a man kisses his lover, but he didn’t. In its place he spoke as fatherly to her as he could.

“If there’s anything, anything at all that you need you only have to ask me. Do you understand?”

Melissa nodded. “That’s why I decided to stay in diapers this morning so I don’t have to worry about it this morning. Is that ok?”

Is it ok? Are you kidding? You look so, so hot in those diapers!

“It’s fine, baby. No problem at all. I just want you to be happy. If you need to wear them at home then that’s fine by me.”

“I just didn’t want you to think bonus veren siteler I was making fun of you after what you said last night.”

“I know you wouldn’t do that and it is fine to wear diapers whenever you feel you need to. And the same arrangement for washing. Just leave them all in the bucket and I will wash them.”

Alan’s eyes betrayed him once more as they looked down towards his daughter’s soggy diapers. Only this time he caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. The heavy towelling had drooped considerably and the clear plastic pants hid nothing. He spotted the top of her pubic hair line and his cock answered the call by rising tall and strong.

Alan’s eyes weren’t the only indiscreet pair in the room. He only looked at her pubic hair line for a few seconds. It felt to him as if he was peering at the doorway to a sacred and secret place and he longed to see more. As he lifted his eyes they crossed with Melissa’s which were staring at the same place on her father’s diaper. His cock was in the process of fully erecting and in that process had peeked above the line of his diaper. Melissa could see the full head of his penis, red and ready.

“I think I need to go change,” Alan stammered and quickly turned around and returned to his bedroom.

Melissa stood transfixed for several minutes standing in the kitchen while her father retreated to his room to quickly masturbate and change his diaper.

Melissa sat on the dining chair and tried to make sense of what had happened. She was nineteen years old. By now, she should know all about sex; should have had at least one and probably two sexual partners and seen a variety of sexual situations, either for real or on the internet. It wasn’t the case. Melissa was still a virgin and had not even come close to sex.

Unlike Alan, Melissa had remembered every moment, every thought that had filled her mind during the attempted seduction of her father all those years earlier. He had acted honourably. She knew that now. But at the time, she felt she had failed him; felt she had been unable to meet his needs. In the years that followed, she admitted to herself that she hadn’t understood why she felt the urge to take her mother’s place in her father’s bed but it didn’t ease the feeling of failure or inadequacy.

In his desire to do the right thing, Alan had inadvertently given his daughter a mild case of rejection and feelings of inadequacy. Despite her beauty, lovely personality and intelligence, Melissa had not gone on any dates or had a serious relationship. It was not simply her rejection and failure issues with bahis her long-gone father than kept her separate from her peers. It was also her wetting.

Melissa’s incontinence had flared up badly after the divorce. The stress and strain of the separation and her feelings of rejection had turned her bedwetting into a day-time problem as well. At first, she was wet constantly, totally unable to control her bladder. Worse still, there were many soiling accidents. Compounded by a new house, a new school and a missing parent, Melissa struggled to be dry at any time of the day or night.

Furious at the inconvenience of a wet child, her mother punished her until even she realised it wasn’t deliberate. That was when the diapers came. Not the thick secure cloth diapers for night time that she had grown accustomed to every night, but rather the slim discreet disposable diapers that she would wear under her panties and school uniform each day. They were a godsend. Suddenly, there was life again. Melissa found friends, regained her smile and discovered life went on after divorce. Twice a day she would sneek off to the special room at the school that had her diapers and she would quickly change and move on to her next adventure in the playground before anyone knew she was even gone.

It took two years before she was finally able to rid herself of daytime diapers. Her panties were still frequently damp but there were very few accidents. Even her mother was proud of her achievement. Night-time however, was a total loss. There was never a dry night or anything even approximating one. Her mother conveniently blamed Alan for it all and never hesitated to tell her daughter about it. He was the infrequent bedwetter that sired her daughter and he was obviously to blame for her incontinence.

No-one really knew how it was for Melissa – not really. She had conquered day-time dryness but it was at a cost – vigilance. Most people know when their bladder wishes to empty and have to time to choose a suitable place. Not so for Melissa. Most people’s bladders keep themself contained without conscious control. Again, not so for Melissa. Her dryness depended on her constantly looking for signs of a bladder about to give way without warning. It meant that the mornings – which were always the worst time – were always spent within sight of a toilet. She would pee several times in the morning before she felt the urge because if she felt the urge it was already too late.

High school was spent without day diapers – just her routine to stay dry. It meant however, that dating and other social activities were limited because deneme bonusu she never ever wanted to wet in front of others. Her confidence was fragile enough without a disaster like that.

There was one date. Once. They were both fourteen years old and went to the movies. Naturally, the boy’s mind was anywhere but the screen. His hand held hers but it soon wandered to her breasts. Barely big enough to fill her rather pointless bra, they were still a destination of great interest for her date. He slipped his hand inside her bra and touched what was probably his first ever female breast. Melissa was unprepared for the feelings that hit her. She felt a sense of excitement that had eluded her all her life but just as the feelings began, a familiar other feeling came about as well. Melissa felt her panties get wet with pee but it was not simplyt leakage. Her bladder had opened and wet her panties, her skirt and some of the seat. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to send her scurrying from the theatre crying. She managed to dry herself off without her clueless date even knowing why he had been so forcefully rejected. Melissa had not been on a date since that time.

In the privacy of her own room she had discovered sexual arousal and masturbation but in her case, every time she was aroused, her bladder would open automatically and soak her bed, diaper or whatever was underneath her. She quickly abandoned dating figuring she couldn’t wear a diaper on a date. She was frustrated but had no idea how to deal with her situation. There was no-one to talk to; no-one to confide in who would understand. So she just didn’t date or be in a situation where she could be aroused except in private.

She had never seen a penis in real life. As a child she had caught a glimpse of her father’s several times. All but one time it was flaccid but she still had the memory of his fully engorged throbbing penis at fell stretch burned into her brain. She had burst in on him one time in the toilet and seen him doing something she didn’t understand. Around his ankles were a pair of pink panties. It never occurred to her at the time that that was strange or odd. She was totally fixated on the enormous penis in front of her.

Now twelve years later, she had seen his penis again, fully erect – or at least the top of it. Moments after spotting the angry red head poke out from the top of his diaper her bladder had released itself and flowed into her already soaked diaper.

Just like her father, Melissa retreated to her bedroom to strip off the sodden garment but not before her fingers found her favourite play area and she envisaged images of what could have been and what never would be.

Unbeknown to either of them, the crescendo of their powerful orgasms occurred at the same time – in different rooms, in different bodies, but as intertwined as two could be while still physically apart.

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Elise walked around the trashed-out house in a daze. Her normally wavy and immaculate hair that fell in waves over her shoulders was now frizzy and a bit disheveled. The funny thing was: she really did not care… She was having a good time, between the alcohol and the contact high, she felt amazing. She was glad she took a break from studying to check out the party…

Tyler was leaning against the bar in the kitchen, sipping a red Solo cup. Some chick was talking to him but by the grace of the alcohol, not one word was sinking in. His blue eyes carelessly rolled over the living room full of drunken college kids. He smiled when he saw her: Elise Chambers. She looked around the room, just as unimpressed as he was. She beamed when she made eye contact with him, instantly throwing a ‘fuck me’ wink in his direction. Smiling, he stood up straight, leaving ‘what’s her face’ in the dust. He heard her calling his name out behind him.

“Hey, Stranger,” Elise said when he made it over to her. He wished he could say that he had no idea that she would be here but he couldn’t… He knew that wherever a hot party was, Elise Chambers would be there… and Hunter Graham had a reputation for throwing wild, amazing parties.

“Hey,” he said, looking down on her from his 6’3 peak. He felt the blood rush to his dick as he watched her brown eyes, roll hungrily over his body. She was such a fucking tease and she had been since the day he met her.

“I think you made your friend mad, Ty,” she said, looking over his shoulder at the fuming girl that was staring daggers at them. Elise knew what the girl must be thinking and she felt a bit bad for her. Though she couldn’t lie by saying that she didn’t enjoy being the object of Tyler Wilcox’s attention.

“She’ll be alright,” he said, not even looking. Everything he was interested in was standing right in front of him with her sexy brown skin and eyes, wearing the skintight, red dress that gripped her ample ass and tits in a way that he’s been wanting to since he first saw her walk into his Biology class last year. He had been trying to get her on her back ever since then and this was getting ridiculous.

“You’re so mean,” she said, turning her head to the side and giving him a small smirk. Elise had wanted Tyler ever since the day he approached her after her Biology class. He used some lame line that would’ve had a weaker girl on her knees in a heartbeat but she didn’t budge. He had been wanting her for awhile but she knew Tyler was the ‘love ’em and leave ’em’ type and she thought too highly of herself to just give in that easily. Though the moisture collecting in her panties told her that tonight would be the night.

“I’m not mean, I just know what I like,” he said, shrugging. Elise felt heat wash over her body and Tyler’s lips began to move in slow motion, she was hypnotized by his voice and the occasional feel of his fingers on her bare skin.

“…And just what do you like, Mr. Wilcox?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. He closed what little distance that was between them and draped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close.

“This,” he said, squeezing her round ass tightly in his hands. ‘God, I’ve been waiting so long for this,’ he thought to himself as Elise let out a small squeak of approval. She inhaled his sweet, masculine cologne as his erection prodded her lower belly. She was dizzy from the smoke and a little tipsy from the alcohol and it all seemed to turn her on even more.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” she whispered, looking into his lust-filled blue eyes. Those words were music to Tyler’s ears as she snaked her hand between them and discreetly massaged his cock. He silently prayed that he wouldn’t cum in his pants… that would really fuck up his reputation.

Elise grabbed his hand and led him through the throngs of people to the staircase, the crowd parted when they saw the look in Elise’s eyes and the size of the bulge in Tyler’s jeans… it was obvious that they were going to fuck.

“Ay, Ty… Anthony and Bria are in there!” Tyler’s roommate, Justin called to him as they made their way to the first bedroom of three.

“Shit! Are any of them empty?” Tyler asked in frustration. He had been waiting to fuck Elise for too damn long to let some shit like this stop him.

“Na, the bedrooms are full… I dunno what to tell you, Bro,” Justin said, sympathetically… he knew how bad Tyler wanted this to happen.

“Fuck!” Tyler said, ready to punch Hunter’s mom’s ugly vase right off of that table.

“Simmer down, Boo…” Elise said, leaning bedava bahis against the wall. She pulled him into her and attacked his lips. He planted his hands on either side of her and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Before long, he had wrapped her long legs around him and he had begun grinding his hard cock against her hot, wet pussy. He felt the heat radiating from her pussy on the crotch of his jeans as she clawed at the back of his shirt. “Wanna go get me a drink?” Elise asked, breathlessly when they finally separated.

“Yeah… Stay right here,” he growled, staring at her. Elise felt a shiver down her spine from his dominance. She watched as his tall, muscular, tanned body disappeared between the people. She knew that she wanted him but would need a few more shots of liquid indifference to go through with this.

Downstairs, Tyler filled another Solo cup from the Keg. “Hey, Ty… How you likin’ the party?” Hunter asked… Tyler could tell by his voice that he was totally trashed.

“It’s awesome as fucking always,” Tyler said, taking a sip of the beer he’d just made for Elise.

“I heard that you and Elise were looking for a room upstairs,” Hunter said, wiggling his eyebrows at him suggestively.

“We were… you have a place I can take her?” Tyler asked hopefully.

“Uh yeah… Home. If the bedrooms are full, I dunno what to tell you, Bro,” Hunter said, laughing. Tyler did not share his light attitude about the situation. He look at him and rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“I’ll catch you later, Bro,” Tyler said, topping the cup off and walking toward the staircase. When he made it to the spot where he left Elise, his cock deflated to find that she wasn’t there.

“Fuck,” he said to himself, taking a sip of beer. He walked past the bathroom to find her to be next in line. He walked up behind her, roughly pulling her into his body. “I thought I told you to stay over there,” he growled into her ear, causing goosebumps to surface on her skin.

“You did, I just thought that I had time to powder my nose,” she said, laughing. He handed her the cup and pulled her out of line. She took a large gulp of her beer and thanked him.

“No prob… Now, where were we?” Tyler asked as he dipped his head down to meet her lips again.

“Just about…there,” she said, gripping his stiff prick through his jeans causing him to groan in her mouth. She chugged the rest of her drink before setting the empty cup off to the side. He pushed her against the wall and snaked his fingers between her legs, rubbing her hot, moist pussy through her panties.

“Fuck, Ty,” she groaned as he pushed her panties to the side and inched a finger between her slick folds. Tyler felt her heart rate increase as she looked around with wide eyes at all of the people walking around them that were oblivious to the fact that he was finger-fucking her pussy into oblivion.

“Hey, Elise!” a female voice called from the right of her. It was her roommate, Julia, “I’m about to head back to the apartment, you coming?”

“Tell her ‘no’,” Tyler whispered into her ear as he began kiss her neck. Elise looked at her friend through hooded eyes as she shook her head ‘no’. He increased his pace inside of her and added another finger as he leaned forward to whisper to her again, “I said, ‘tell her’.”

“No, Jules, I’m fine! I’ll see you tomorrow,” Elise said in a voice that was much higher and shakier than normal but Julia was a bit too tipsy to notice.

“Alright then, your ass better not call me to pick you up,” she warned before turning on her heel and walking away. It wasn’t long before Elise approached her peak, he heard her moan loudly, the sound sending subliminal messages straight to his cock. Her pussy began to contract on his fingers and flood his palm.

He looked around only to find that a mere few people were looking at them. He turned toward her and licked and sucked his fingers clean of her sweet juices. She watched as his tongue expertly darted between his fingers and his hard blue eyes stared at her enticingly. She wanted him so fucking bad, she could hardly stand it! He watched as her wild eyes darted this way and that to determine whether or not anyone noticed.

“Relax, Elise,” he said into her ear as he gently kissed her neck… he wanted her, right there and then. He sank to his knees and reached both hands under her dress, hooking them around the waistband of her panties and pulling them down.

“Tyler, what the fuck are you doing?” she whispered harshly. She looked around as casino siteleri people began to stare.

“Something that I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, now,” he said, hiking up the front of her dress to bury his face in her sex. She gripped his dark hair in her hands in embarrassment and pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he dipped his tongue inside of her hole and back out again. By the time she opened her eyes, a small crowd had gathered and was watching him work. Her whole body flushed but the last thing that she wanted was for him to stop.

“Eat that shit, Ty!” a male voice called from the crowd. After being egged on by the crowd, Tyler threw one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her slightly. He slurped the cream that was escaping her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, Tyler!” Elise shouted as her body betrayed her, releasing her frustration on Tyler’s soft tongue. Tyler took a final slurp of her pussy and got to his feet to be greeted by cheers. Elise felt the adrenaline pulse through her veins as she roughly pushed him into the wall and got to her knees, earning a few hoots and hollers of her own.

“You don’t have to do this, Elise,” Tyler reminded her as her nimble fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper. She reached her hand into his boxers and fished out his thick, white cock. She loved seeing her brown hand wrapped around it.

“I know, I don’t,” she said, looking up at him, “but I want to.” She pulled her arms out of her dress, exposing her bare, beautiful tits. Tyler’s jaw dropped as his eyes took in the sight of her dark nipples as they puckered in excitement. He reached down to pinch them hard. She groaned before sticking out her pink tongue, running it up and down his shaft, and twirling it around the head. Tyler let out a loud hiss of air as she eagerly lapped the precum that escaped the tip.

“Holy fuck, Elise,” he said as she began to bob back and forth on his cock. His eyes widened as his cock disappeared into her hot mouth and resurfaced again. He was hot, he pulled off his shirt, leaving him only in his jeans as he relaxed against the cool wall. He looked at the crowd of people that were watching them. He had never been one for exhibitionism but this shit was fucking hot.

He grabbed the back of her head and helped her take more of him inside. “Hell yeah! Force that fucking head down!” another male voice called to them. Tyler quickly removed his hand because he didn’t want to make her feel anymore uncomfortable than she already did. Instead of being offended by it, she was invigorated.

She pulled the ponytail holder off of her wrist and pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail without even taking her mouth off his cock. ‘That was too fucking hot,’ he thought as he pulled her mouth away from his cock. She even looked up at him…disappointed. He fought the urge not to blow from that sexy ass look alone.

“Somebody, get them a fucking chair!” a girl shouted behind her. As if by magic, a chair from the card table was crowd-surfing its way to them. ‘Fucking seriously?’ Tyler thought as Justin sat the chair down. Elise surprised the shit out of him as she pushed him down into the chair and took her dress off the rest of the way. His eyes bugged when he saw her entirely naked. Nothing could have prepared him for the dramatic curve of her bare hips and breasts… perfection.

She turned her back to him, her round ass inches away from his face. To her surprise, he planted a hard slap on her ass eliciting cheers from the crowd. Again, he smacked her. She leaned all the way forward, presenting her perfect ass to him. He again surprised her by burying his face in her pussy from behind, licking it clean.

After bringing her to another orgasm, the crowd began to get a little antsy. “Penetrate! Penetrate! Penetrate!” they chanted as he licked her cum off of his lips. She wantonly eyed the crowd before positioning herself above his cock and slowly sinking onto it. The onlookers applauded and cheered, making her sweat nervously.

Elise gritted her teeth and continued to descend on his borderline painful erection. She let out a sigh of contentment when he was inside of her to his full extent. She had been wanting this as long as he had, she just did a better job hiding it. She leaned forward and began to bounce on his cock to the beat of the music in the background.

“Whoo, Elise! Ride that dick!” a female shouted from the crowd. She bounced harder, her ass jiggling from the impact. Tyler couldn’t handle the lack of bahis siteleri control so he grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her back flush against his torso, fucking her hard. Elise whimpered at the sensation of being stretched over and over again.

“You take it… God, you fucking take it,” said the girl who was eyeing her down earlier as she got closer for a better luck. She was, without a doubt, wanting the fact that Tyler ditched her to be worth it. Elise made eye contact with her and nodded. Tyler continued to fuck her hard, relishing in the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around him.

She reached a hand down and began to rub his balls. He growled loudly, trying his damndest not to cum. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back as he continued his assault of her pussy. The crowd was getting hyped. “Break the chair! Break the chair! Break the chair!” they chanted as he continued to jackhammer her swollen cunt.

Before long she was squirting her juices all over his lap. He fucked her through her orgasm, trying desperately not to follow behind her. When her breathing calmed, he got to his feet and picked her up… he wasn’t near finished with her yet, he just didn’t know where to fuck her next.

“Pool table!” Hunter yelled causing a few more people to yell as well. Tyler looked down at Elise for consent, she shrugged and smirked in his arms. He nodded at the crowd, they made a hole as he carried her bridal style down the stairs to Hunter’s game room. He laid her on the pool table and spread her legs wide, giving their onlookers a perfect look at her pussy before giving it a few licks for good measure.

When he felt that he had tortured her long enough, he pulled her to the end of the pool table and lined himself up with her slippery pussy. He ran the head along her tight slit before pushing into her. “Fuck! Tyler!” she screamed as he fucked her roughly. He slammed into her over and over, earning several shouts of encouragement from the crowd.

“Nicely done!” Justin said as Tyler pushed her legs up by her ankles as he watched her perfect tits jiggle from the impact. Elise squinted her eyes closed as she felt her orgasm creeping up.

“You can take it! Good job, Elise!” a girl said from behind them. Within seconds, she was contracting yet again on his cock. She smiled, feeling relief as well as slight embarrassment at the size of the wet spot that she left on Hunter’s pool table. She was tired and her body was aching but she knew that he wasn’t finished with her, yet.

Tyler’s balls were on fire, he needed to cum… badly. He picked her up and flipped her on her stomach, giving her ass a sharp slap to get her to hold it in the right position. He eased himself into her nice and slow, allowing her to feel every vein, every inch of his throbbing cock. He felt like heaven to her. She moaned his name and raked the surface of the pool table with her nails as he pushed into her to the hilt and increased his pace.

Swimming in her moans, the smoke, and the alcohol, he felt himself begin to tense inside of her. Her eyes rolled back as she felt his strokes get shorter and choppier, she knew that he was about to blow. “Cum! Cum! Cum!” the crowd chanted. Elise looked around lazily and saw all the fists pumping in the air. With a loud roar, Tyler pulled out of her and shot his load all over her ass. Elise collapsed on the pool table, chest heaving.

“Someone get a towel,” Tyler called over his shoulder, “A wet one!”

Within a minute, he was cleaning his cum off of her ass and wiping down her swollen pussy. One of the girls brought him her dress and he dressed her, all except for her panties and her shoes. After dressing himself, he picked up her limp form and took her to his car. The liquor had ran its course, now it was time to make sure she got home safely. As soon as he strapped her in, she drifted off into a deep sleep. When he made it to her apartment, carried her up the stairs and pounded on the door.

“You finally did it?” Julia said as she pulled open the door to see her friend fast asleep in his strong arms. Tyler nodded and couldn’t help but to look down proudly at his handiwork. Julia shook her head, trying to act annoyed.

“Her room is the second door on the right.” Julia said, stepping to the side to let him in, “Feel free to stay with her, she likes you a lot. Just don’t start Round Two in there tonight, please… my room is just across the hall.”

“Don’t worry… If I do, I’ll use the ball gag that I keep in my back pocket to keep her quiet,” Tyler joked, earning a look of pure disgust from Julia. He carried her into her bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them. He laid her down on her bed. After removing his shoes and shirt, he crawled in beside her. He fell asleep hoping that she wouldn’t flip shit in the morning…

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