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Katie, Class President Ch. 04

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The door opened and Sam immediately stepped out first. Katie had barely felt the warmth of her hand leave her before Sam had joined the line of prisoners in front of them. Katie stepped in line behind her and then other prisoners joined behind them.

The prisoner behind Katie whispered into Katie’s ear “nice ass, I’d have loved to see how you got this beating. Was it Sam? I bet she broke you in real good.” as she started to caress and squeeze Katie’s still very sore and sensitive cheeks. Katie looked behind her at tall dark woman abusing her and in her fear Katie reached out to Sam’s shoulder, looking for protection from this beast of a woman. Sam turned around shoving away Katie’s arm and shouted “What the fuck do you want, bitch?”

Katie was shocked, she knew Sam had to put on an act but it was so cold and mean it didn’t feel like an act at all. Katie just tried to point to the woman behind her who was still squeezing her sensitive behind. This alone made her want to cry, and Sam’s coldness started the tears to well up in her eyes. Sam saw what was happening and shouted to the tall woman “Trina, what the hell do you think you’re doing grabbing my meat?”

Trina said “I just saw what you did to her ass and was admiring your work. How many times did you spank her before she gave you the goods?”

Trina had mistaken Katie’s fathers work for Sam’s and that was probably better for their charade. Katie didn’t like seeing Sam so mean and cold but if that’s how she had to act to keep up the facade and still protect her she would gladly take it to save her from more abuse.

“That’s none of your damn business, but she now knows the pecking order. Do i need to teach you the pecking order too, or are you gonna get your hands off my bitch?”

Trina removed her hands from Katie and Katie smiled widely at Sam for saving her. Trina saw the smile and looked questioningly. Seeing Trina’s look, Sam then proceeded to slap Katie hard across the face. “Don’t you smile at me ,whore. I’m saving that ass for me that is all, I don’t care about you or your feelings one way or another.”

Katie was now rubbing her and face and sobbing quietly. Katie wondered to herself was this really an act, or was Sam’s affection from before the act? Either the guards didn’t notice or more likely didn’t care as Natalie wasn’t present, but it didn’t matter as they were now at the showers and the time of the ritual was at hand.

They entered the showers and Katie noticed not a single guard. All the faucets were running, creating a hot steamy environment with at least two dozen woman present. Katie walked towards the center of the room and as she got there the other woman encircled her. Now it was just her and Sam in the middle of the room with all eyes on them. “This is gonna be good,” said a young Asian woman to a larger black woman.

“Looks like we missed the warm up,” she snickered back after seeing Katie’s bottom.

A devious looking red-head also was licking her lips “I bet she isn’t even out of high school.” Katie thought about facing everyone when she went home and it sent a shudder through her spine. Even though all the women were nude Katie felt like she was the only one naked.

Sam grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around putting her on display to all the other women. “As you can see this new bitch here is mine and no one else may claim her, every-“

The redhead came forward “i will trade anything for her.”

“Excuse me?” said Sam.

“Sorry to interrupt you, but I’ve never seen a peach this ripe, I’ll trade anything, any of my women, drugs, booze, you name it, I can and will give you whatever you want.”

Sam’s eyes flickered for a moment. The redhead thought it was enticement but it was fear, fear for Katie.

“Not that this tramp deserves any better than what you put your women through,” Katie did not like the sound of that “but I trained her just how I like, Terra, and I had to give her a good beating to get there, so I won’t be parting with this ‘peach’ any time soon.”

Terra nodded and backed away but not before shooting Katie a look that sent chills down her spine, a look that made her feel like a thing not a person.

Sam continued, “As I was saying, she is mine and none of you will be touching her, is that clear?” The other prisoners nodded, although it was understood that without the ritual it meant nothing. Sam looked at Katie, Katie looked at the floor. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” Katie said meekly.

Sam grabbed Katie’s left breast “who does this belong to?”

“You…”

Sam grabbed Katie’s right breast “…and this?”

“You.”

Sam then grabbed Katie’s ass and she squealed in pain, the other women snickered. “And this?”

“You!” Katie exclaimed.

“Is that a tone you’re taking with me, whore?” Sam asked before slapping Katie across the face. Katie started to tear up again. “Stop crying, you little slut.” She then cupped her hand around Katie’s pussy without touching the labia. türkçe bahis “And who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

Sam then reached a finger into her own pussy before shoving it in Katie’s mouth. Katie was mortified, “Do you like the taste, slut? Of course you do, it’s my perfect pussy. And finally, who does that mouth belong to?”

“You…” Katie gargled as the finger was moved in and out of her mouth.

“On your knees!” Katie dropped to her knees while all the other women licked their lips, some were openly masturbating. Katie couldn’t see how she could deal with this, but knew she had to keep this up. “You know what to do.”

Katie then grabbed Sam’s naked ass pulling her towards and began to insert her tongue deep into Sam’s pussy she started to move her tongue wildly while sucking on Sam’s clit. Sam was trying to hide her intense pleasure by remaining cold and stoic but she had to put a hand on Katie’s shoulder to steady herself and then everyone in the room knew just how talented Katie was.

“Sam’s building already? This meat must be a pro,” said the Asian girl.

Terra turned to another girl that was badly bruised “You might be my number two bitch soon, if I have my way.” The girl said nothing, she had nothing but an empty look like no one was home. No one noticed as Terra slipped out of the back of the shower while everyone was busy watching the show.

Sam was starting to moan loudly as Katie continued to work in and out now using her fingers while suckling and using her free hand to massage Sam’s right breast. Sam now had both arms resting on Katie’s shoulders. Katie couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was horrified at her talents, her exposure, that everyone was seeing her, but she was also excited that soon she and Sam soon could just be themselves alone in the cell cuddling. She hoped that was the Sam that really was and not the one who slapped and yelled at her, and also she was incredibly turned on. Katie felt like a slut and felt even worse for liking it.

She increased her speed to try and end this sooner but Sam took one hand off her shoulder leaned over and slapped her really hard on her Katie’s very sore ass. Katie let out and a yelp and a tear trickled down her face. “I cum when I want to cum not when you want me to cum, is that clear, skank?”

Katie looked up into her eyes and nodded. When their eyes met Katie thought she could see a hidden softness behind the cold exterior and knew that the true Sam was the one that held her earlier. Regardless of what pace it was at Sam knew she would cum soon anyway and she did. Sam let out a screaming orgasm which almost masked the sound of the shower door slamming open.

Natalie burst in screaming. “Everyone except you two,” pointing at Katie and Sam, “against the right wall”. All the inmates lined up facing the wall with their naked posteriors facing out. Katie knew that Natalie thought she was saving her and she also knew that she had to protect Sam’s secret. She knew that to Natalie this looked like the new straight high school girl virgin was being sexually assaulted by the hardened criminal, and worst of all she knew Natalie had a soft spot for Katie. Katie got up out of Sam’s crotch and looked at Natalie. Katie could see she looked a mixture of upset and angry.

Sam looked deep into Katie’s eye’s and mouthed “I’m sorry”. Before Katie could let Sam know how she felt Natalie grabbed Sam by her arm hard and slammed her against the opposite wall of the other inmates. “You had your last warning, bitch! You’re going into solitary!”

“Whatever, you dirty pig. I don’t need no one but myself.”

Katie began to sob, and Natalie got more angry, thinking it was from the forced sex show, but Katie was crying because her girlfriend was being taken from her and she couldn’t do a thing about it. Then it hit Katie that she just thought of Sam as her girlfriend, was she really a lesbian? After less than 24 hours in this situation?

Natalie pulled out something that looked like a cell phone, and grabbed Sam by the hair. “Bend over inmate, I won’t tell you twice!”

“Why don’t you make me, pig?”

Katie was freaking out. Two people in the world that actually cared about her and they were at each others throats. Natalie bent Sam over at the waist by pulling her hair down and inserted the device between Sam’s ass cheeks and Katie realized it was a scanner for Sam’s bar-code.

“I can’t get a good read, spread your cheeks.”

“No, you cunt.”

“Excuse me?” She wrenched Sam’s hair back and forced her neck into an incredibly uncomfortable position while still having her bent over at the waist. “Spread them now!”

“I don’t take orders from no pig!”

Katie was watching her friend and lover go at it and decided to walk over. She got down on one knee and she softly grabbed Sam’s ass and spread them for Natalie. She also massaged Sam’s stomach with her shoulder hoping it would provide some comfort and Natalie couldn’t see it. She knew iddaa siteleri to Natalie it would look like revenge but she really wanted the pain to stop for Sam.

The machine beeped and then Natalie forced Sam to the floor and cuffed her. None of the other inmates could see what was happening besides Katie but the tell tale beep that only the scanner makes and the sound of cuffs let them know things were not going well for Sam. ‘Sam’s softer than we thought, maybe she’ll be on show next time’ was the unspoken universal thought.

Sam faced Katie, tears forming in her eyes, not of pain or humiliation or the thought of being next but from knowing Katie would be free by the time she was released from solitary and also of fear for whatever may come Katie’s way without her protection. As Sam was being pulled up she mouthed to Katie “Keep safe, and stay away from Terra. I love you.”

Not sure about her feelings but knowing Sam needed it Katie mouthed “I love you too.”

Sam was then handed to another guard and removed from the showers. Katie was a mess, tears running down her face. Her first protector had unknowingly removed her second, and now she was alone again. The clothed guards reminded her of her naked self.

“Everyone back to your cells,” Natalie ordered.

Everyone except Katie marched out and that was when Katie noticed Terra’s absence. Katie realized Terra had set Sam up but it was too late to do anything. Katie wondered just how dangerous this Terra was. Natalie grabbed Katie by the hand and pulled her in for a big hug. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Katie sobbed on her shoulder.

“An inmate came and told us everything. I knew she meant you immediately and rushed here to help. I’m sorry I was too late honey. I want you to file a full report of what happened, we’ll protect you from that monster for the rest of your sentence and make sure she gets her just desserts.”

Katie wasn’t sure what to say she knew she had to protect Sam’s secret but she also wanted to save her. Katie worried about Sam and was going through extreme internal conflict, she continued to sob while barely hearing Natalie.

“In the meantime another inmate has volunteered to take you in. She’s a model behavior inmate so there’s no need to worry. Her name is Terra.”

“No!” Katie screamed, snapping out of her trance.

“What is it, Hun?”

“She’ll hurt me!”

“What makes you think that?” Natalie said, sounding worried.

“Sam told me she’s dangerous.”

“Sam, the girl who assaulted you? Of course she did she probably didn’t want you making a friend with someone who’d protect you!” The irony cut Katie like a knife. “Now I’ll take you to your new cell to fill out your paper work.”

Natalie began to take Katie by the arm and Katie’s bare feet were being dragged. “Please listen to me!”

“Katie, I know you’ve been through an ordeal but filing a report is the first step to recovery” before Katie knew what was happening her bare feet were burning from being dragged and she was at the door to Terra’s cell.

“Please listen I am scared and I don’t want to go in there. She set Sam up and did this to get to me. She is going to be worse than Sam was, I promise.”

“These are very serious allegations, Katie. Terra is a model prisoner unlike that monster Sam, what you’re going through is called Stockholm syndrome, when a victim starts to sympathize-“

“I know what Stockholm syndrome is believe me and this not it, I am going to be violated worse than Sam did to me, in fact Sam didn’t even violate me it was an act to prevent the other inmates from coming after me!”

“An act?” Natalie’s face turned from sympathetic to angry “So what else was an act? Your little miss innocent virgin act?”

Katie was hurt that Natalie didn’t understand or want to understand. She had thought Natalie was her friend, but now she realized that to her she was nothing but another naked prisoner in prison. Katie, who had felt almost comfortable before naked in front of the clothed Natalie now tried to cover herself feeling embarrassed. Katie wondered if she was right, was she really miss innocent or was it an act and Sam just brought out her true self.

“You’ve already been transferred in the system to this cell, I can’t put you anywhere but here.” Natalie opened the door and forced Katie inside before she could say another word or be stopped. Katie fell over onto her breasts when she entered from being pushed so hard. She felt betrayed by Natalie but now she knew she was in for worse.

She looked up at Terra and who was laying ass up on the bed with her legs spread. Katie could clearly see her bar coded asshole and pussy. “I was wondering when you’d get here. Well, since it’s your first day here ‘Ill let you take your pick as to which to eat first, ass or pussy?”

Katie was mortified. She still hadn’t gotten up from the floor and this woman wanted her to put her tongue in her anus? ‘That’s disgusting,’ she thought. She gave deneme bonusu veren siteler in to Sam out of feelings, and a vagina is a lot different than a butt. She wasn’t touching Terra either place no matter what.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I won’t do it!”

“I saw your talents with Sam and I think you will, I’m letting you even pick where to start and I think that’s very generous of me. Say ‘Thank you, Mistress’.”

“Stop it please you’re scaring me.”

“Stop?You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into but that’s okay, you’ll learn.”

Katie stood up and covered her breasts and pussy. It hit Katie that she’d lost her girlfriend and her only other ally and she was all alone. She got up and started to cry again. She would fight all she could but she knew that if even Sam was afraid of Terra things couldn’t bode well for her.

Terra rolled over and stood up “I got rid of my previous meat for you, now she’ll only be able to service me in the shower, and you two will split that of course. You get me all to yourself the rest of the time. I’m even addressing you! My last bitch just knew what was expected and knew what would happen if it didn’t, she was more of an appliance than a person really, but you stay good and I might even learn your name. Say ‘Thank you, Mistress’.”

Katie shook her head and Terra walked over to Katie, who started to tear up more. Terra grabbed Katie’s arms despite resistance and held them above her head. Katie couldn’t believe how strong Terra was despite how slim she was. Katie continued to struggle but couldn’t move her arms a bit.

“Kick me and this gets much much worse.” Terra started looking her over from bottom to top. “Now let’s see, my new pet, very pale ,good, small smooth feet, good, skinny ankles, good” She grabbed both of Katie’s arms with one hand and still held a strong grip. Katie felt like cattle being examined before the slaughter and it felt worse with her tears being ignored. Terra ran a finger up Katie’s right thigh and then her left. “slim smooth legs, good,” She took another finger and traced from Katie’s belly button and ran down to right before her vagina, Katie winced thinking she was about to be penetrated but instead Terra then stopped “smooth tight abdomen and shaved pussy, good.” She then forced Katie’s legs apart despite Katie’s resistance and felt in between her leg and her vulva. “Shaved all the way around, good.”

Katie thanked her lucky stars for not getting penetrated but couldn’t believe Terra thought she could do this, just feel her up and take stock of her like a thing not a person.

Terra lifted Katie’s right leg up giving her a better view of her pussy “Tight virgin pussy, good, won’t last very long but good.”

Katie was now in full water works mode, sobbing loudly. She couldn’t take this probing and she missed Sam, she missed her normal life, her family when they still cared, and school when they hadn’t all seen her naked, she wanted to run away.

Terra put Katie’s leg down and then moved on. “Sexy hips, good, small perky breasts, good.”

Katie wanted to kick her. She was gonna fight, she couldn’t cry any more and she’d take what happened over being passive any longer. But then it hit her this all started when she punched Sandra. She hung her head again and the fight that was just there subsided. The tears continued and still went unacknowledged.

“Small pink nipples, good.” Terra flicked both, another reminder of Sandra. Katie’s nipples began to stand. “Very easily erected, good. Weak skinny shaved arms, good.”

The constant repetition of ‘good’ seemed like a checklist. It was like each one ate away at Katie, making her into an animal being given one final bill of health before being sold and slaughtered.

“Cute innocent looking face, good.”

‘How could someone look at my face and ignore the tears, am I not human?’ Katie wondered.

“Nice silky brown hair, good.” Terra then grabbed Katie’s mouth, forced her jaw open, and grabbed Katie’s tongue. “Smooth tongue with talent, good.”

Katie thought it was finally over but then a final indignity remained. Without saying anything Terra spun Katie around. “Smooth full ass, good. Bruised, good.” She then bent Katie over and placed Katie’s hands one on each ass cheek. Katie knew what she wanted and without saying anything but still sobbing spread her ass open for Terra. “No bar code, good, round pink asshole, good.”

Terra then ran her finger around Katie’s anus, another place she’d never been touched.

“Smooth, good.”

Katie was beyond not believing the depths she’d sank to, she knew this was her fate, who could care about a nothing like her? Then she remembered last night and how she cuddled up right next to Sam and Sam held her in her arms. They shared a night that was more special than any other Katie had experienced in the middle of so much pain. Sam cared and even with the space in between them that’s all she needed.

“Sam…” Katie mumbled through sobs.

“Excuse me?” said Terra, who very clearly heard what was said. “There will be no mention of anything unrelated to servicing me, speaking of which…” She removed Katie’s hands from her butt cheeks and leaving her bent over spun her around. Terra then lay back on the bed.

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The Bookshop Pt. 06

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Brunette

Thank you to readers who are putting up with the slow pace of the story so far… This chapter (and the next few) will be a little more intense!

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I had half-forgotten Sue’s intention to come back to the flat until I received a text one afternoon suggesting I ‘cook something tasty for the landlady.’

I nipped out and grabbed some pasta to make her favourite Spaghetti Bolognese, and popped white wine in the fridge.

I was, of course, pleased she was coming and presumed she had now got over the awkwardness from events a few weeks back. I can’t imagine she had forgotten (I certainly hadn’t, that blow job was etched on my brain) but our friendship and our phone calls had been great ever since so I hoped that all was good between us. Did I also hope something similar might happen again? Not really, given how clear she had been about how inappropriate it was that anything happened between us, given we were family. Also, I think my sexual fantasies were being sated by many hours editing home grown porn, courtesy of Miss Smythe, so I was fractionally less overexcited by memories of Aunt Sue on her knees.

Sue arrived at about four, but whisked past me with a smile and a pat on my bottom. “You can finish off without me I’m sure!” She smiled, and went up with her few bags to get settled.

I followed on up after shutting shop at five and found her happily lounging in the late sunshine, shoes off, glass in hand and looking as sexy as I could bear. Maybe I was wrong about getting overexcited…

“I can’t tell you how good it is to be back here.” She smiled, and I melted. I really wasn’t prepared for such a heightened sexual reaction to seeing her again in the flesh. “This flat feels so much more like home…”

“Even with me cramping your style?” I asked, waving at the various things piled around, my guitar, the jacket on the floor…

“Hey, I don’t mind your stuff, it’s just good to see you in the flesh.” Perhaps realising this was potentially a suggestive remark, she changed tack. “It’s just good to get away from the factory and be back here in my small flat, with you and my lovely books, no awkward managers to manage…”

I moved into the kitchen and quickly finished cooking supper (with garlic bread sides), with the occasional trip out with wine to keep Sue happy. she was clearly relaxing, which was lovely, and I found myself humming tunelessly.

“Dinner is served.” I declared, and invited her to the small table. The meal went down well, with both of us demolishing a huge plate full and a second bottle.

“Ahhhhh.” Sue said, and stretched out fully on the sofa. I tucked myself on the seat at the other end, swung my legs up and pushed her feet back to make room, our feet slightly interlaced. I felt positively glowing, if a little drunk. This was a happy place to be!

“So, how have you been all on your own here?”

“Alright I think.”

“No women brought back to the place I should know about?”

“No one of note…” I said, thinking there was no need to mention Mrs Smythe. She was very present a lot of the time, even if only on the PC monitor.

“Poor you,” she teased, “left all alone. Still, I’m sure you got by and kept your friend occupied…”

“Sue! I don’t think I will answer that… erm… Would you like a whiskey or a gin?” I needed to move conversation on to safer ground as I was getting quite a rapid bone, and it was pretty obvious where I was sat. I stood up quickly.

Sue looked at me quizzically. “Hmm… Gin please…”

“No problem!” I said, and skipped off, bringing back in a gin, ‘ice no tonic’ in a few moments.

As she reached out she stared at the glass with a serious expression and then, after a moment’s pause, knocked most of it back. “I need a second one tonight I think.” I dutifully complied, not quite understanding her change of mood. This second glass she held without drinking, and rather than get back into the easy chat, Sue looked at me for a while in silence, as if building up to something.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Sue, you can always ask me anything, it’s fair game.” Despite my relaxed response, I was suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“Whilst you have been here, have you come across any… books at all in the flat?”

I looked blankly at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean books like writing books. Mike’s books. Books written by Mike. Notebooks…” She let the silence hang in the air between us. “I remember when we first got together he used to keep a journal most days. I once had a glance at what he recorded and it was, well… quite graphic. I decided never to be nosey again, and really forgot all about them until, well, until just last week.”

“What about last week?” I asked, going hot and cold all over and peddling like crazy to think about how to answer truthfully without seeming a complete pervert.

“Well, it’s a few things really. Spaghetti bolognaise is my favourite tea, with garlic sides. I always have gin just bahis siteleri with ice no tonic…” she let the words sink in. I had used what I knew from the journals without thinking. “Then you talked about being tied to the bedposts last week… and you were talking about Mike’s handwriting last time we spoke on the phone… Do I need any more reasons to think you may have found them, because you seem to know me a lot better than a nephew should?”

I was fucked, totally fucked, and didn’t know what to say.

“So, DID you find Mike’s journals?” She pressed.

I couldn’t really lie to her, so I fetched my treasure trove from the bedroom, put them on her lap, and I started from the beginning, right back from the night she asked for help to get rid of things from the bedroom.

“OK, so it was like this… You remember the night I was helping to clear Mike’s clothes? Just as I was sorting out the pants I came across a pile of old notebooks in the drawer. I was planning to give them to you before I rode home, but before we had chance to talk I was completely thrown by the kiss.”

“Kiss, what kiss?” She looked confused.

“You know, when you kissed me on the mouth wearing just that Teddy, and then you passed out…”

“I can’t really recall it,” she admitted, “but I’m sure it can’t have been all that sexy, it was just a kiss from your old aunt!”

“Sue, that’s not fair… my brain was fried by that kiss. You had a nipple showing just before and you kissed me fully and deeply. It was the single most sexy thing that had ever happened to me. I was so overexcited that I had to go and ‘sort myself’ properly in the bathroom before I could even get on the bike to ride home, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s probably a bit too much detail,” she said, “but funny to picture.” she added with the hint of a grin.

I continued with my confession. “Then, before I got a chance to talk to you about the books I made the mistake of reading a page and… well… it was so erotic that I couldn’t easily stop. The more I read over the next few days and the longer I left it, the harder it was to admit I had found them.”

“So you just kept reading?”

“Yes.”

“And didn’t tell me?”

“No.”

“How much did you read?”

“Well, all of them…”

“More than once?”

“Lots more than once.”

“And were they … are they … as explicit as I recall?”

“I guess they must be. They are off the scale in terms of horniness in my fantasy world…”

“OK OK, this is me, your own aunt your talking about Jack, a bit less of the sex talk please!”

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. Once I started, they were so… detailed…”

She sighed. “Why are young men always ruled by your dicks all the time…?” I didn’t have anything to say to that, so there was silence for a moment.

“At least they didn’t end up in a charity shop.” She mused. “I can just picture some old volunteer having a heart attack in the backroom reading about me!” I was glad she made a joke, but I wasn’t yet sure it was safe for me to laugh along too loudly. I could see her taking it all in slowly.

“Go fix me another Gin.” She said.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea…”

“I didn’t ask you, I told you.” She had switched straight to a cross voice, so she was clearly not chilled about everything yet. I jumped up like a scolded cat and got Gin making.

I made it slowly, but didn’t stint, and just prayed she would calm down a bit by the time I got back.

It seemed that my prayers were answered when I returned, as she took the glass and shunted up to make room again for me opposite her on the sofa. She sat quietly though, drinking slowly, with her toes tucked under my legs.

After a bit she sighed again deeply.

“Oh crap, Jack, I’m sorry I got so cross, but its all a bit raw, especially when it’s about Mike and about sex. I get so horny sometimes and there’s nowhere to go with it except to rub myself, and sometimes that’s just not enough…”

“Erm, I’m not sure I’m the one to talk to about this stuff Aunt Sue…”

“Jack… you’ve just admitted to reading hours of Mike’s detailed erotic diaries all about me, behind my back, you are in NO place to tell me what’s a good idea.”

She had a point. “Well, no, but I just thought…”

“Jack.” She stared straight at me with a slightly wild gleam in her eye. Her body shuffled just a fraction closer. “Do I ever like a finger up my ass?”

I was speechless, although my dick banged against my pants just on hearing her use those words.

“Sue I can’t answer that…”

“You fucking well can,” she half shouted, straight in my face now, “and you fucking well will. Do I or do I not like a finger inserted in my ass?”

I waited a long time but she didn’t budge, just stared at me directly.

I tried not to avoid her gaze. “I, … well, yes … you do, sometimes,… but especially when you are being eaten out…” I canlı bahis siteleri was speaking in a half whisper.

She still stared at me, her face expressionless.

“So … if you know every fucking little thing about me, you’re probably the ONLY person I can talk to about what I miss in my sex life. My girlfriend’s don’t really want to talk much more about Mike because it is all a bit awkward, and for them, life has moved on. And my sister won’t talk about sex, so that just leaves you my young man, so suck it up. All your perverted reading has made you my sex therapist.. . or rather my ‘no sex’ therapist … so get used to it!”

Aunt Sue went back to quiet Gin sipping for a moment. After a few silent minutes she spoke quietly.

“Read some to me.” With that, she threw over the top journal from the pile. She stared defiantly at me.

“Sue…”

“Don’t!” She said. “Just READ something, anything.”

I opened the journal and, with fear and some trembling excitement, I started to read.

“March 24th.

Orders now 20% over seasonal norm, which is good, but staffing only at 85%.”

I saw Sue roll her eyes and mutter. “Details, always bloody details…”

“S is happy with her bookshop plans, and the flat is nearly finished…”

I glanced at Sue and she smiled gently, eyes now closed. I think she was settling back into memories, which felt good, both for her, and for me as I opened them up for her. Then things got a little more tricky to read…

“We managed to christen the new sofa last night with a good film and great sex. S clearly fired up as movie went on, and sat for last hour just in her newest Teddy, which is fantastic. I was very hard well before the end on the film and she decided to ride me from the front, sat on my lap. She spent 7 minutes slowly lifting herself up and down on my dick, and only stopped when I begged for mercy. Missed end of film.

She has such good rhythm, and the ability to slow down at just the right time. Her fanny is also much tighter when fucked in a seated position. Her language again when horny became rough, ‘twat’ and ‘cunt’ being used in a way she would never use normally, and my dick was called ‘tool’ and ‘cock’ and more. We came together, but after 10 minutes rest we moved to lay on the sofa for some 69, for the third time this year. S took everything in her mouth and crushed my ears when she came.”

At this point I looked over towards Sue. Eyes still closed, she had one hand resting between her legs and the other was clearly slipped into her shirt. As I looked on in disbelief, I could see she was gently circling a nipple under the fabric. I had to keep reading, just in case she stopped, but now I also needed to glance up every few seconds to enjoy the incredible view.

She had accused me, rightly, of being a bit of a pervert, but was she now using me to read out erotic writing all about her, so I felt staring at her openly fondling her tits was probably going to be OK. I ploughed on.

“No night time sex, but woke with a hard-on pointing straight towards her ass at about 2.10am. Must ask how she feels about sleepy anal in the middle of the night. 2.4 mile run this morning.

Cloth delivery at 8.45. S visiting sister later.”

I glanced up and saw that Sue was now leaning back more fully and one hand was tucked firmly inside her knickers.

“Keep… reading…” She whispered.

“March 28th.

Better day yesterday, 3 new orders on the books. S returned from sisters in morning. Says she had fun day setting up shop, but too tired for TV so slipped straight into bed after Gin and ice. She is choosing pink knickers most days so I will chose pink for her birthday outfit. S teased me by talking about a young man who came in to deliver books, said he undressed her with his eyes. I played along and gave her a good spanking for such thoughts…”

At this point I looked across at Sue who opened her eyes a little and blushed, although why she blushed at this and not the fact that her hand was burying into her fanny I don’t know. Her other hand had, at some point, loosened the buttons of her shirt and I could now see most of both breasts. They were being gripped and fondled with increasing intensity.

“Go on…”

“S had three distinct hand marks on her ass when she knelt up on the bed, and I noticed she held her body up a little so her nipples brush the bed when her body moves under the force of each thrust. It took me about 4 minutes to come deeply insider of her, but she didn’t come right away, so she flipped over and spread her legs for me to watch as she rubbed hard with all her knuckles. I need to remember to try with my knuckles soon.

Was surprised by a blow job this morning as I woke, so very little energy for run, but still 1.5 miles. Meeting with manager at bank today, and new finance manager on trial starting at 9. Heavy rain.”

At this point I stopped reading and just stared. Sue was hot in the face and neck and there güvenilir bahis was a bead of sweat on her cheek. Her hands had both left her breasts, one now hidden, the other brazenly exposed by the twisted top. Her tits were clearly marked by pinches and the nipple looked red from being pulled. Both hands were tucked firmly down her pants, one holding the fabric up and the other clearly rubbing her clit for dear life.

She did not seem to notice that I had stopped reading and was now just watching, and I sat in a state of bliss. My cock, however, was not happy, and after 30 seconds or so I could take it no longer, and released my cock from its trapped position. It tented inside my sweats, and I felt a little better, now just a throbbing in my lap. Without really thinking what I was doing, I reached a hand out to stroke Sue’s shin. I could feel the rhythm of her rubbing through my arm, which felt wild. I started stroking her leg slowly, but didn’t dare stretch my hand higher up.

My cock twitch was getting too difficult to ignore and I could see a wet patch appear through my clothes. I was beyond thinking anything sensible at this point and shunted myself up to lower my pants and release my cock. It stood stiff and proud and I held the aching hot shaft. I looked over at Sue who seemed to be in her own world, and slowly raised my fist up and down, staring at her exposed breast. Fuck I thought, this will all be on camera!

“Why… the… fuck… am… I… not … CUMMING?” She had begun speaking in a whisper but was almost shouting by the end. Her eyes flew open and she took in everything at once. The room. Me on the sofa, watching, with pants half way down my legs. With slightly Gin soaked eyes she stared hard at my cock.

“Right.” She said, as if deciding something, and slowly stood up. I thought this was the end of the most amazing show of my life, but I was very, very wrong. Sue reached back and flipped her top and unhitched bra off in one smooth motion.

They both fell and hung on my guitar.

“You, young man…” She said, staring at me as I stared back at her breasts. “You are going to come and give me some therapy…” She bent over towards me. I watched, mesmerized, as her breasts swayed, and then woke up to the fact that she was holding on to my cock and gently trying to pull me up.

She literally drew me to standing by my dick, then slowly led me across the room and into the main bedroom. I struggled to get rid of my pants on the way without breaking my stride.

I was in heaven of her making. She let go of me for a moment and swiftly slipped her jeans and pants to the floor. She stood back up and turned to face me, eyes locked on mine. I stared at her body for the first time in all its naked glory. My cock throbbed and nodded in front of me. I let my eyes slide over her shoulders, round her perfect breasts, still showing signs of self abuse on each nipple. My eyes moved down to stare fully at her beautifully shaped bush. It was clear that she liked being looked at, but the show didn’t last long. She slowly turned round and bent over toward the bed, dropping onto her elbows. I was now staring, transfixed by her ass, seeing her fanny lips swollen and proud, pushed toward me between her creamy thighs.

Without thought I reached forward and drew my hand slowly up and through the wet folds, my thumb catching on the rim of her depths as I raised my arm. The room exploded with the scent of sex, and I lifted my glistening fingers to my face, drawing a trail across my cheeks and lips like some sort of wild beast. The smell was strong, rich and overwhelming.

“Are you going to leave me like this for fucking-ever” She said, “or do I have to actually ask you to fuck me with that tool of yours…”

She was so far gone.

I smacked her ass, as hard as I dared, knowing I could leave a print without fear of complaint. My brain filled with all that I knew and had learnt from reading Mike’s journals over and over, and I resolved to throw everything in the book at her, literally.

Quickly, I removed my top so I was equally naked. I leant forward and blew on the small of her back, my chest resting on her hot ass. I slowly moved this jet of air down to finish on her small rosebud asshole, and knelt behind her. She quivered uncontrollably.

“You bastard!” she shouted, clearly knowing I must be using Mike’s guide to her body.

“You cheating, perverted asshole!”

I stood up grinning and spanked her again. This time she yelped as one finger caught her fanny. I knew so much, all her likes, all her triggers, and I was not going to waste a single scrap of knowledge tonight.

I placed my thumb gently in her fanny to provide lubrication then slid out and pressed it gently onto her asshole. Two fingers quickly replaced my thumb in her fanny and I tightened my grip, fingers stretching her and my thumb popping straight into her ass. She squealed and wiggled, but I held my grip tight and didn’t let her slip away.

“Move that cunt of yours closer.” I said, pulling her slowly towards me. She moaned and let me reposition her as I needed. Her fanny twitched around my fingers and her ass went into spasm on my thumb.

“Stand a little higher, I need to fill your twat until you have my cum pouring down your legs…”

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The days moved quicker in November. Before anyone knew it, it was Thanksgiving break and classes were canceled for the holiday. Roxanne was tidying up her desk when Jarrett approached her with his coat and scarf in his hands.

“Hey, you ready yet?”

“Yep. I’ve organized my desk so that I don’t have to do it when I come back.”

“Smart move.”

“How’s your office looking?”

“A mess. I’ve been all over the place. I didn’t have time to organize.”

She grabbed her coat and draped it over her shoulders.

“Any plans for the holiday?”

“Nope, staying here.”

“You’re not going home for Thanksgiving?”

“Here is my home.”

“What about family?”

“I’m not really a family person.”

“You know, you don’t really talk about your family,” she pointed out.

He didn’t comment.

“I don’t really know that much about you aside from you having an aunt. Where is she?”

“Boca Raton.”

“What about your parents?”

“You’ve never asked me so many questions at one time before,” he remarked, “Can we go now, please?”

She squinted her eyes at him, trying to figure him out.

“Sure, Mr. Bossy-pants,” she scoffed.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and escorted her out of the building. While riding in the car, Roxanne tried to keep her comments and questions to herself but she couldn’t stop staring at him. She was trying to figure out exactly what all she knew about him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes on the road.

“Nothing,” she said.

“You’re staring at me. Why?”

“I’m just thinking. I realized aside from how great you are in bed that I don’t know that much about you.”

“You know things about me, Roxy.”

“I know basic things. Things that any friend would know about another friend.”

“That’s what we are, aren’t we? Friends?

Roxanne grew silent. Yeah, they were friends but she didn’t feel that way all the time. She thought they were closer. She sat back in her seat and pouted a little. He noticed the change in her mood. Heaven help him if he’s responsible for the change in her mood. He let out a sharp sigh.

“All right, what do you want to know?”

“Nothing,” she said.

Here we go, he thought.

“Come on Roxy. Don’t be like that,” he said.

“Never mind, Jarrett. Forget I asked,” she muttered.

“There’s nothing to tell really. It’s just me and my aunt. We’re not close. I only see her every once in a while.”

“Can I ask why?”

Jarrett shrugged.

“We’re not close,” is all he said.

She didn’t think it was fair of him to be so not personal. He knew everything about her. Her life was an open book whether she divulged her personal life or not.

“So you’re staying here for Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to do to entertain yourself?”

“I’ll find something to do,” he said with a smile and self-assurance.

“Do you wanna come home with me?” she offered,

“I’m going to my mom’s.”

Jarrett made a face.

“Are you ok?” he ask jokingly.

She never invited him anywhere before.

“I actually have an agenda. My mom likes to throw parties and I can’t show up another year without a date. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“How many times has your mom thrown a party?”

“Since I was in high school so almost ten years. Anyways, every time I come home she asks me why I came alone. I just don’t wanna hear it again this year.”

“So you want me to come home with you as a date?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“What do I get out of it?”

“What could you want that you don’t already have?”

The words formed on his lips but didn’t say it out loud. He wanted her. Only her. And he wanted her to want him too. He knew that she wasn’t seeing anybody else but he wanted commitment. He didn’t think it was too much to ask.

“Let me think on it,” he said to her.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Sure, why not? Moms love me.”

***********************************

“Where are you off to?” Max asked from Jarrett’s doorway.

He stood there, in all his handsomeness, with his arms crossed and leaning against the frame. His coat in his hands.

“South Carolina with Roxy,” Jarrett answered.

The sides of Max’s mouth curled up into a smile. Jarrett noticed the stupid smile on his face.

“I know what you’re going to say, so don’t even say it.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything. I’d just like to think that you two are going to move past this benefits relationship.”

“Why are you so interested in our relationship? When’s the last time you’ve been in a relationship?”

Max thought to himself. He knew that deflecting was a classic move that Jarrett made when he didn’t want to talk. He and Roxanne have that in common.

“I was in a relationship for about a year, bonus veren siteler probably the longest I’ve had. Anyway, I think this is a great next step for you guys.”

“Go away Max.”

“It’s cool. You don’t have to tell me about it. What are you going to do there?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but she invited me. I’m just meeting her family. And I’m her date to a party at her mom’s.”

“Good times,” Max said, “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“You’re taking off?”

“Yeah, gotta catch my flight.”

“I’ll drive you to the airport. Sean left this morning.”

***********************************

Roxanne hesitated telling her mom and sister to expect her company, even if it was just Jarrett. She knew her sister, the moment she saw Jarrett, she’d flip shit. Who wouldn’t, Jarrett was very handsome and closer to her sister’s age than her own. Roxanne never brought a boy home before. She wasn’t nervous about it. Her mom and sister were not overbearing, they teased her but only in jest. She expected them to make fun of her as soon as she arrived. Anyway, she wouldn’t rescind her invitation. Jarrett was a good time and she didn’t want to leave him out during the holidays. She couldn’t think of why he wasn’t going home but she wasn’t going to him out. She packed her bags for her stay. Her phone vibrated on top of her suitcase.

“Hello?” she said.

“Done packing yet?” Jarrett asked.

The sound of his voice made her heart race a little. That was unexpected. Usually, the sound of his voice annoyed her when she was busy doing something. Nowadays, she was eager to answer the phone when she recognized his number.

“Almost,” she said, “I have to clean my messy ass room. You done yet?”

“Not even close. I don’t know what to pack.”

“Pack for cool weather. It’s breezy this time of year. I would pack layers.”

“Layers. Got it. Anything else?”

“Yeah. Be on time tomorrow?”

“I will. This will be fun. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Good. Me too.”

“See you tomorrow.”

***********************************

Surprisingly, her mom and sister did not tease her when she told them that she was bringing a friend home. Jarrett was parked right outside her apartment. He offered to drive. For some reason he wanted to drive. She brought her bags outside and he met her at the curb at 5 am.

“You look dressed for the weather,” Roxanne said, taking to account Jarrett’s grey, knitted beanie and dark charcoal, wool pea coat.

He looked so cute in a beanie, she thought.

“It’s cold out here, woman,” he said lightheartedly.

“Are you really going to drive the whole way?” she asked as she handed him her bags.

He placed her bags in his trunk.

“Hell yes,” he said enthusiastically, “I’ve got the GPA programmed, road trip music, and prepare to stop at shady gas stations for bad sandwiches.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m eating bad food from a gas station.”

“Live a little, Rox.”

“You’re going to live with being on the toilet this whole break.”

He packed her bags in her trunk and opened his passenger door for her.

“Hi,” he finally said, after taking a pause.

“Hi,” she said.

He kissed her lips and they chill in the air almost melted away. They got in his car and immediately felt the difference in atmosphere. His car was nicely heated and they each and the comfort of adjusting the heat to their liking. Roxanne really liked his car, she couldn’t help smiling every time she got in it. It was so much nicer than her hooptie. Jarrett noticed her smile but he couldn’t tell what it was for. He figured smiled about going home for the first time in months. Either way, it was nice seeing her smile.

Roxanne offered to pay for gas and he gave her a look like he took offense to her offer. He just stared at her, scoffed, and turned up his music.

“What’s your mom like?” he asked when they stopped at the gas station.

“She’s like my best friend,” she replied, “I love my mom and sister to death even though they drive me crazy.”

“That’s nice.”

“What about you? What’s your relationship like?”

“With my mom? Not all that good. I haven’t seen her since I was nine.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Is she still around?”

“Last I heard, she’s in Louisiana.”

Roxanne could sense that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She was lucky to get that much out of him without him getting frustrated with her. She felt the need to change the subject.

“So when we get to my mom’s, you and I are just friends?”

“Just friends?” he repeated as he pumped gas.

“Yeah, strictly platonic. No sex in my mother’s house.”

“So we’ll have sex in the car,” he said.

She couldn’t tell if he was kidding bahis or not. Based on his devilish smirk, he wasn’t kidding

“No sex,” she said.

“Fine. No sex. We’ll see how long you last.”

“Are you trying to say that I can’t survive without having sex with you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

He finished pumping gas and got back in the car with her. Roxanne adjusted herself in her seat to get a good look at him.

“Why do you think so?” she said, the attitudinal nature coming out of her.

Jarrett smiled at her.

“Because not putting my hands on you is going to be absolute torture for me,” he said as he slowly reached his hand over to her leg and between her thighs.

Her breath was caught in her throat but she wasn’t going to prove him right. She slid his hand back to his lap.

“You’re just going to have to grin and bear it,” she said.

The fact that she attempted to ignore his advances made him want her even more at the moment.

“After you,” he whispered.

They did exactly as Jarrett planned. Roxanne had no complaint being on the road with him, of course only he could choose the music and it was all Hip Hop.

***********************************

After so many hours in the car, they finally arrived at Roxanne’s house. Jarrett had no idea how extravagant her mother’s house was. It was over-the-top gorgeous with a gate entrance.

“You never told me you mom was rich,” he said.

“She’s not rich. It’s just a family house.”

“No wonder you want to back.”

Roxanne’s mom and sister stood outside the house waiting for her with big smiles on their faces. Roxanne’s sister, Charlotte, nearly jumped out of her skin when Roxanne got out the car. She didn’t wait for her to close her door before she ran over to her, shrieking and wrapping her arms around her. Roxanne reacted the same way. She jumped her big sister’s arms shrieking and squealing.

“Charlie!!” she screamed as high as she could.

“I’ve missed your crazy ass,” her sister said.

Roxanne hugged her mom next, kissing her cheek and wiping away her lipstick.

“Damn little sis,” Charlotte said when she noticed the tallish blonde man emerge from the car.

Charlotte was a very verbal woman, she worked in an advertising firm for three years and learned how the master the art of communications but not in tactfulness.

“Who is this?” Charlotte said.

“Meet my mom, Angela, and my sister, Charlotte, but we call her Charlie. Mom, Charlie, this is my friend, Jarrett.”

She said it so naturally, it was almost like she was serious. She couldn’t be serious. There’s no way they’re “friends”. Jarrett was almost offended but the kind expression on his face didn’t change. But then he remembered that he had to play the part of “the friend” and the wrinkle in his forehead softened a little.

“It’s nice to meet the both of you,” Jarrett said.

Charlie and her mother gave Jarrett a good once over and looked at each other. It was like the two of them were having a silent conversation and every eye movement meant something.

“Friend?” Charlie repeated, almost in disbelief.

“Well any friend of my daughter’s—” Angela began.

“You too damn cute to be a friend,” Charlie said.

“Charlie,” Angela whispered.

“I’m just saying,” Charlie said, “We’ll talk about this later,” she said to Roxanne.

Roxanne shook her head at her sister. She wasn’t going to put up with her shenanigans at the moment.

“Grab your bags, I’ll show you around and show you where you’ll be sleeping,” their mother began, “Roxanne, your room is just the way you left it. I didn’t touch a thing. Jarrett you can stay in the guest bedroom upstairs.”

Jarrett opened the trunk and they grabbed their bags. Roxanne offered to grab her own but before she could finish, he already had all three bags in his massive arms.

He generously carried her bags into her room and set them on her bed.

“Thanks for caring my bags.”

“No problem. That wasn’t as nerve-wrecking as I thought it would be,” he said to her.

“What do you mean?”

“Meeting your mom. I thought you said your mom was a lot like you.”

“Today’s a happy day,” Roxanne said with a smile.

He could sense her sarcasm. They stared at each other. Her almond colored eyes staring into his ice blues. He slowly leaned in for a kiss. She held back.

“Please be on your best behavior,” she said breathlessly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means. We made a deal, remember?”

He backed off. He couldn’t get why she was being so closed off all of a sudden. They just got into her mom’s house.

“I got the memo, Roxy. We’re friends.”

“Yeah, so you should do you while we’re here.”

“Do me? Is that what you want?”

“Yeah,” she deneme bonusu lied, “That’s what I want. That’s the third rule: if we’re friends. Let’s be friends.”

“You can’t make new rules whenever you feel like it, Roxy.”

He didn’t feel like getting into it with her.

“Fuck it. I’ll do me, you do you and we’ll be friends while we’re here.”

“Fine with me.”

“Me too.”

“Great,” she said.

Great, he thought.

“I’ll see you downstairs in a few. I’m going to take a shower, completely naked,” he said.

“Me too,” Roxanne said.

“Don’t enjoy yourself too much.”

“I’m sure I will,” she said.

He pivoted and left her standing alone. Roxanne took a shower and got redressed before him. After she changed clothes, she went into the kitchen where her mother was preparing dinner.

“Well rested?” her mom asked as she snapped the green beans in the sink.

“Not yet. Give it time,” Roxanne said, “Why are you making dinner if we’re eating tomorrow?”

“We gotta eat, Roxanne,” her mom said.

Roxanne shrugged her shoulders. Her mom was cooking a pot roast, rice, green beans, and corn bread. She wondered who was going to eat all the leftovers after tomorrow.

“Mom, this is too much food,” she said.

“Hush child, you could use more food. I remember you being bigger than this the last time I saw you.”

“You saw me last summer, Mom. I was here all summer.”

“Yeah, and you used to eat when you were here. How’s school?”

“Fine, I’m passing. Graduating December just like I said I would.”

“That’s good Roxanne. How’s your internship?”

“Fine.”

“What happened to that boss you said pissed you off every day?”

Just like her mom to remember everything she said.

“Believe it or not, we’re actually getting along,” Roxanne replied.

“You still don’t think you’re misunderstanding him? You’ve always been headstrong.”

“Definitely not,” Roxanne said, “He’s actually the guy that I brought home.”

“No way,” Charlotte said as she approached them in the kitchen, “You mean to tell me that fine piece of ass is the same asshole that you bitched about from work?”

“Language,” their mom warned.

She didn’t like cursing in the house. She didn’t like cursing around her, especially from her daughters. She thought much better of them.

“So what’s the story, Roxy? There has to be a story the way you went on about him.”

“There’s no story. We’re just friends. He’s not as bad as I thought.”

“I bet,” Charlotte said.

They heard heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen and grew quiet. Jarrett entered the kitchen with several eyes on him.

“Thank you for letting me use your shower, Ms. O’Brien,” he said politely.

“You’re welcome. Dinner will be ready in a few. Make yourselves comfortable somewhere.”

Charlotte happily took a bottle of wine and led the way to the living room with two glasses in her other hand. Roxanne followed behind her and Jarrett followed them.

“So Jarrett,” Charlotte began as she poured him a glass of wine, “How did you and Roxy become such good friends?”

“I’m sure she gave you our backstory,” he said as he accepted the glass.

“Bits and pieces,” Charlotte replied.

“I think I won her friendship a few weeks after we met. We’re complete opposites.”

“What’d you do to her?” Charlotte asked, intrigued.

“I think my charm won her over.”

“It wasn’t charm,” Roxanne argued.

“What was it then?” he asked.

Roxanne shrugged.

“You weren’t going away so I had to get over it.”

“That’s nice,” he said plainly.

Charlotte analyzed the way the two of them interacted with each other. It was different from they first arrived. Roxanne was distant and moody. Jarrett was standoffish like he didn’t want to step on her toes. They weren’t smiling anymore.

“I have to give you props Jarrett. You guys drove all the way down here one piece. If it were me and Roxy on the road, I would’ve left her on the side of the street somewhere before we got on the road good.”

“Very funny,” Roxanne said.

“Really, isn’t she a handful?”

“Yes she is, but I learned how to manage that. She can’t stand it when I match wit with wit.”

“She’s sitting right here,” Roxanne reminded with an attitude.

Charlotte and Jarrett ignored her, they were wrapped up in their own conversation. Talking each other like she wasn’t in the room anymore. They asked each other questions and learned things about each other. They only talked for a few minutes before Angela walked in and let them know that dinner was ready. Roxanne couldn’t believe what she saw. Fucking Jarrett, she thought.

At the dinner table, Roxanne was to stab him in his eyeballs. Her eyes glared at him from the across the table as he made nice with her mom and sister. She knew that he was being an asshole because what she said, that didn’t mean he had to be an asshole on the first night. The most frustrating part was how good he looked doing it. Fuck him, she said to herself as she watched him smile and laugh at the dinner table.

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Kate looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes. “Typical!” she thought, trying not to glare at the man opposite her on the tube, sunk into the seat and his eyes fixed just below her waist. This dress was probably too short to sit down on the tube without some pervert trying to look up it. They were normally a little more subtle than this guy, but it was still gross.

“Do you mind?” She spat, hoping to catch the man off-guard and provoke some shame in him.

Grinning assuredly, he replied “Not in the slightest, it’s a good view.”

Kate gawped at him, not expecting this level of sheer confidence, even as other people sat around them. He was continuing to stare up her dress, and was now nodding in appreciation, biting his lip.

“Oh my god, you’re such a pervert!” her response came immediately, eyebrows raised.

“Oh my god, you like it.” he replied, his voice mocking.

Kate was stunned, she’d “called out” creeps before, and they’d always been cowed immediately, but this guy seemed to be amused by the situation, his eyes remaining firmly fixed on her pale, exposed legs.

“How about you pull those knickers aside, blondie?” she was stunned, this was the complete opposite of what she was expecting to hear. Worse, he was looking at here with eyebrows raised, daring her to disobey the instruction.

“Ugh!” she scoffed, turning her head away from him in disgust, even as his words echoed in her mind. She stole another glance over at him, unable to tear herself away from his utter disrespect for her privacy.

There was something about the cocky smile he was now wearing that stung her, the way he was still staring at her legs, even as she’d crossed them. The train trundled on for a few moments as Kate stewed, before he spoke again. “Go on, pull those lovely purple knickers aside and let me see.”

His voice was clear and calm, but somehow the other passengers were managing to completely ignore his invasive instructions. Kate’s blood was boiling, how dare he treat her this way! But at the same time, there was a certain something invading her mind, telling her that it might be fun, just a brief flash at this total stranger, enjoy a brief thrill and get off the train, never to see him again. Subconsciously, her hand ran down and over her leg, toying with the hem of the skirt.

She daren’t look up at him, to take in her assailant. If she saw his reaction, it would break the spell and she’d realise that she was being stupid. Instead she just quickly slipped her hand up under the front of her skirt, and tugged on the cotton of her underwear, feeling it slip away, replaced with the warm air of the tube train. Holding it aside for a short moment, she breathed a deep, calming breath, before letting go.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re a natural blonde” came his voice again, and she looked up to see the dark-haired man, grinning from ear to ear. He was probably in his late forties, easily twice her age. Somehow this had made the invasion all the more fascinating.

Kate felt her pale skin flush red, spreading from the base of her throat up to her high, rounded cheekbones. She could feel his brown eyes drilling into her and started to feel ashamed of what she’d just done.

“I’m getting off here,” he spoke, his voice remaining that same controlling, level tone. “Come with me and we can have some real fun, fanny flasher.”

Obviously she wasn’t going.

She knew that would be a terrible idea.

Kate knew not to do something stupid like that.

Which was a bit of a problem, because she was walking to train doors with him, his arm slipping around her. For the first time Kate noticed how tall this man was, she was barely two inches over five feet tall, and this guy was comfortably past six three. He towered over her, but his hand still rested easily on her hip when he put it around her.

He was well built too, Kate had wanted to be a ballet dancer in a previous life, before realising exactly how few people made it through any type of conservatory and made a living at dance. As a result, even after discovering the wondrous world of cakes, her body was lithe and toned. This man had the powerful build of a lifelong labourer, his body thick with relaxed muscle. Nothing about him spoke of the gym, but he could likely give a lot of bodybuilders a run for their money.

He lead her quickly up and out of the station, the only time she found herself out of his reach was when they passed through the barriers and he stood outside, impatiently waiting for her to exit the station. Once outside he lead her rapidly out into the street, his hands steering her across the street and into a darkened side street between two imposing buildings.

Kate’s voice cracked as she nervously spoke “You live down here?”

He laughed softly “No, I want to see if you’re worth taking home before I order a taxi.” He replied, remaining his intense, blunt self. Kate felt herself weaken, she was pretty sure what he was planning and she was absolutely illegal bahis not expecting to be okay with it.

As they reached a nearby he turned her around, gazing into his piercing brown eyes.

“Have you been drinking?” He demanded of her.

“N-no I haven’t” Kate replied honestly, she’d been on her way to meet with friends when the night had taken this course.

“And do you want me to fuck you. Right here?” He nodded at her answer and followed up swiftly.

“I-” she hesitated for the slightest moment and he cut across her.

“If you don’t, we’re done here. I’ll call you a cab.” He spoke firmly and plainly, giving her a clear choice.

“Yes, please.” Kate found herself saying, she knew she wanted him, any of the previous doubt evaporating. The moment she gave permission, his hands were on her, turning her around and pushing her forwards over the bin, pulling the back of her skirt up and exposing her perky, rounded backside.

His hands worked under the crotch of her knickers and pulled hard on them, dragging them down to mid thigh, and a sharp slap spread her legs. She head the unfastening of a zipper and then felt the pressure of a thick cock against her wet, swollen snatch. His direct, confident treatment of her had worked wonders in arousing her, playing havoc with her subconscious since the moment she first noticed him staring, and now that he had got her in this position, her body was absolutely ready to welcome him inside of her.

With a crude thrust he entered her tight snatch and sunk his dick comfortably deep within her, pausing for a moment to let her catch her breath, her walls amplifying the rapid pulse of his throbbing member through her entire body. His breath was steady, calm, and his hands pushed Kate’s hips against the cold metal of the bin, making her push back.

“Oh, you’re a sweet thing, fuck…” he groaned, beginning to push his hips forward, deeper inside of her. Kate had imagined that she’d already taken his full length, and the unexpected additional length made her gasp out with a ragged squealappreciating the size and girth of this strangers cock.

No sooner than she’d grown used to his length than he began to withdraw it, her tight lips dragging down his hardness, reluctant to surrender it. Just as Kate felt the bulbous flare of his clock head leaving her body, he sunk back inside, a single slow-motion thrust offering her a preview of things to come.

“Ready?” He asked, his fingers squeezing into her soft flesh as she moaned lewdly, forgetting how publicly she was being fucked. Taking that as permission, he began to piston inside of her, picking up a steady and fast pace, each thrust giving her almost his entire length. The sensation of being so full and every deep stroke stimulated her, her eyes closing in pleasure, letting her self drift off into bliss, moaning down against the dirty surface.

That pleasure was interrupted a short moment later when his thick cock popped free of her snatch and shuddered, spraying a few thick ropes of hot cum over her inner thighs. He playfully slapped her bottom and leaned over her, his body heavily pressing down on hers, taking a moment to rest.

“Pull those knickers up, and come with me. That’s only the start of what I’ve got planned for you, little slut.”

Kate wanted to protest, that wasn’t who she was at all, but she also couldn’t disagree that letting a stranger fuck you from behind in an alleyway was hardly the most prudish of choices she could have made.

He was playing with his phone as she stood up, pulled her underwear back into place and straightened up. Turning to her he let her know that the car would be with them shortly, and let her lean against him whilst they waited for it silently.

The car pulled up and he opened the door for her, allowing her to climb into the back.

“So gentlemanly.” she commented, impressed.

“It’s for the view” he replied, reaching out to squeeze her arse as she passed. He followed after her and confirmed the destination to the driver. He then turned to Kate and placed his hand high up her thigh.

“Well then my sweet, how often do you let older men pick you up on the tube? From what I’ve seen of you, it’s not very often.” He whispered in her ear, his stubble teasing against her ear, making her skin goose-pimple. As he questioned her, one hand cupped her left breast, squeezing and kneading, the other taking her hand and placing it on his lap, letting her find his hefty bulge.

Kate squeezed playfully on his shaft and he groaned, his face pushing against hers, turning her to make eye contact, then dropping his gaze to her lips a moment. Her breath caught a second as he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Lifting himself up, he leant over her and their kiss became furious, his tongue invading her mouth as her lips parted to welcome him. His free hand gripped on the back of her head.

Kate kissed back with equal passion, squeezing and stroking the casino siteleri thick handful of cock through his jeans, writhing under his hands, lost in this unplanned, unexpected pleasure. His hands worked over her body expertly, tormenting and pleasuring her body .

She had no idea how long the taxi ride had lasted, but it came to a sudden stop and he broke away from their kiss, letting her go as he thanked the driver and got out. It took a moment for Kate to compose herself enough to get out of the car and head over to the front door.

“You’re not coming in like that.” He said, matter-of-factly, leaning against the wall of the house. Kate’s blank stare was so obvious that he immediately followed up. “I’m not interested in wasting time getting you out of that outfit. Strip off, right here, and we can get started.”

Kate blinked back her shock, there was absolutely no way she was going to be stripping naked on what was virtually the street. Even as she dismissed it out of hand, her mind began to race again, rationalising; it wasn’t like this was a busy street, she was hardly stood in a streetlight, actually the small front garden probably offered quite a bit of privacy, and how long would it be? She’d strip, he’d open the door and they’d go right back to having fun. She’d be stupid not to, really.

She reached up and behind herself to take a grip on the zipper fastening her dress, undoing it and letting it fall to the concrete beneath her feet, gasping as cool air engulfed her body; suddenly very aware that she was stood outside in just her underwear. She slipped the straps of her bra off and let it drop down off her small, perky breasts – anything more than a handful was a waste, she remembered hearing – and unclasped it, dropping it on top of the dress.

Looking up at her suitor, Kate smiled awkwardly, she knew he’d already seen her crotch, and in better light, but for some reason the thin purple cotton of her knickers felt like a much bigger barrier than they had before. Smirking, the older man quickly robbed her of that protection, with his usual barbed words.

“Come on fanny flasher, I know you’ve got a little nest under there.” He cajoled her, and he was right, Kate kept a neatly trimmed triangle of blonde pubic hair which ran down over the lips of her slot. She hooked her thumbs into the knickers and slipped them down a little, exposing her fuzzy mound, looking sheepishly up.

“That’s the spirit, off they come!” He reached out and gave them a playful tug, dropping her knickers to mid thigh. Kate let go and let them drop down to join the rest of her clothes on the floor.

“What a brave girl you are!” He said approvingly, looking over Kate’s naked body as she shifted her stance to cover her crotch, and dignity, with a hand, her other arm crooked over her chest. “One last thing though, why don’t you just pop everything through the letterbox, then we’ll know where to find it later.”

Kate felt herself blushing harder again, she’d been pink since the moment she left the tube with this man, but the darker reds had been coming and going in waves as he groped, teased and exhibited her. This felt like such a cruel request, what if this wasn’t his home, what if this was some strange plan to rob her? She thought back to the alleyway and to the taxi, realising how many opportunities he’d had to hurt or mistreat her, and how he’d always acted for their mutual pleasure instead. Despite of the circumstance of their meeting, she trusted him.

She bent over, picking up the small pile of clothing, and yelped as a large hand cracked over her backside. As she straightened up, he smiled sheepishly, as though he could hardly be blamed for spanking her. She pushed the letterbox open with a thumb and bundled her clothing through onto the floor inside his house, then turned to look at him.

He was patting down his pockets, his face the picture of shock.

“I… I think I’ve lost my keys” he confessed.

Kate felt like she’d been plunged into ice as he spoke.

She was naked. Outside a stranger’s house.

She didn’t know where she was.

Now he was telling her that he couldn’t get inside.

“Hold on, hold on. I’ll find them. I have to!” He said, reassuring her despite his panic. “Let me just make it easier…”

He flicked a switch and the porch light came on, suddenly the concealment that Kate had been relying on to make her exhibitionism acceptable had gone, and been replaced with stage lighting.

She must be visible to every single one of these houses, and to any passers by.

Her eyes scanned the street for any sign of movement, terrified.

A minute or so passed like an ice age, before he grinned at her, reaching back into one of his four pockets and pulling out a set of house keys.

Kate felt like she’d once again fallen into a bath of ice water, her heart skipping a beat as the adrenaline coursed through her body – shocked at how easily he was able to toy with her emotions. poker siteleri

“Oh, my mistake, I did have them.” He smirked, having clearly enjoyed her sudden moment of panic.

Swiftly he unlocked the door and stepped inside, delaying Kate’s entrance and return to privacy for just a moment longer. As she entered his home, Kate’s mind was racing with possibilities of what this man was going to do with her, what she had let herself in for. This complete stranger had drawn her in, and was taking her sexuality down paths she never expected to encounter.

He reached over her shoulder, pushing the door closed and Kate found herself in close proximity to his body, incredibly aware that despite his proximity to her, and her state of complete undress, he hadn’t laid a single finger on her. Somehow this felt unfair, despite the original nature of their meeting, she deserved his attention, his hands on her body. Kate knew how she was going to earn that attention back, gazing up into his eyes, her own blue eyes sparkling as she leaned back against the door and sunk to her knees.

She held his gaze as he smiled in appreciation, wordlessly unzipping his jeans, letting his stiffened cock spring free from his underwear.

Despite having felt it inside of her, and the twenty minutes she had spent groping it in the taxi, Kate had failed to properly estimate the size of her lover’s cock. As it sprung free from his boxers, she gasped in surprise, a sound complimented by a fleshy slap as it made contact with her cheek.

It was easily the biggest cock she’d seen outside of porn, and not for a lack of trying. She’d always preferred a filling sensation from a boyfriend, but he had them all beat. Pushed up against the door,, his cock easily pressed against her face.

Kate leaned in closer, letting the thick, heavy cock push up and over her soft face, enjoying the heavy heat and scent of his cock, smearing up and over her face until the swollen head rested at her hairline, whilst her lips grazed at his low hanging, full balls.

“Oh, fuck” she moaned, appreciating the sheer size of his hefty cock. Preparing himself to welcome it deep into her mouth. She parted her lips, letting her soft pink tongue glide up and along the length of his shaft, her breathing quickening as she tasted herself on his powerful cock, reaching the flared transition up onto his cock head.

Kate parted her scarlet lips just enough to welcome his cock, letting it push on her lips a little bit as her mouth engulfed it, her soft tongue playing over the head as closed her lips, forming a seal around him. She began to suck on his cock, welcoming it deeper inside of her mouth, feeling the swollen, throbbing head press against her throat, her mouth filled by his cock.

Kate’s eyes closed as she felt his hands settling into her short blonde hair, pulling her deeper. She relaxed herself and allowed his steel-hard cock to push into her throat, her eyes beginning to water.

It felt like it took forever for him to sink his entire length into her mouth and throat, until her nose was nestled into his coarse black pubic hair, and his balls pressed onto her chin. Her eyes were watering, mascara smearing out of place, and she could feel her throat spawning, clenching and releasing on his invading cock, as he filled her throat. But still her tongue played over what little shaft she could reach, and was still trying her best to suck.

Groaning in appreciation, his forearms were tense, pulling her as deep as possible into his lap. Kate choked hard and he relaxed his grip, letting her fall back a little fighting for hair as she bumped her head slightly on the front door behind her. He didn’t let her fully escape her cock, and Kate honestly couldn’t say that she wanted to let it out of her mouth. As soon as her lungs had filled with air again, she tightened her lips and began to suck, flickering her tongue over the point where his head met the shaft, his foreskin peeled back.

He moaned in appreciation, “Oh fuck, you’re a cocksucking showoff too?” holding her hair tightly, not yet starting to thrust.

Kate’s lips curled into a smile, distorted by the fat cock filling her mouth, she knew that she could suck a mean dick, and had every intention of sharing those skills. She moaned in appreciation, ensuring that the vibrations were sent up through his cock, triggering further moans on his behalf, making his cock jump in her mouth. As it twitched and lunged deeper into her mouth she leaned up and in, engulfing his cock and showing him that she didn’t need help to take his shaft deep in her throat.

He took her opening her throat as an invitation and thrust his cock forwards, meeting her head as it came down, and began to fuck her face, the room filling with the wet and sloppy sounds of worshipful oral sex. His cock pumping deep inside of her, and Kate making sure that each thrust was well appreciated and went as deep as possible, his balls slapping against her face.

After a few moments of fucking Kate’s beautiful face, he paused, his cock buried inside her throat once more. After two heartbeats, he pushed her back against the door and freed his cock from her face, the shining purple head slick with drool and precum as he pointed it at her face.

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When I was nineteen my cousin called me one day and wanted to talk about finding an apartment together. The option of having my own place had occurred to me but I hadn’t put too much effort into doing anything about it really. Living with my cousin could be fun since we shared a lot of similar interest and similar social circles. I told her it sounded like fun and we started looking at what options we had.

Of course we found really nice apartments that we couldn’t afford and them some ones we could afford but didn’t want to even chance being in the neighborhoods they were located in. We found kind of a middle ground with some lower income apartments that were income based and they had just built a new set of buildings in an okay part of town. We put in our application and were welcomed in and given an apartment.

Our place was pretty basic. It had one bathroom, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a living area and a hall closet. We really didn’t need much more than that though. We had off the street parking, a central area in middle of all the apartments with laundry and we were on the bottom floor so no stairs and we didn’t have to worry about being too loud walking around our place.

So came the time to ask our families about old furniture that they no longer needed and then we went and bought what we could. I believe we got a couch, recliner, a couple of beds, and then we went and bought desk for our rooms and an entertainment center. We stocked the rest with stuff we already had and some more help from our families.

The first week was pretty low key as our families came over to visit and we met our neighbors and got used to having our own place. I think my father drove by at least once every night to make sure we hadn’t burned the place down.

After that is when we got to truly celebrate. Amanda was a waitress and knew some people that were good at hosting parties and our apartment became the place to go. Most of our neighbors were around the same age so we basically had an open door policy in our section of the building during the weekends. We kept the noise contained and didn’t do anything too stupid and we had a good time.

This is the point where I’ll take a moment to explain a little about my cousin. Amanda fell in love with sex and all the parts of it from the first time a guy undid her pants. At the same time, she rarely turned down someone asking to have sex with her even if she was with someone else. She would say you have to try a little of everything. I was used to meeting her current boyfriend once and then never again.

This is where James comes in. A month into us having our own place one of Amanda’s coworkers brings over this tall, well-built guy with a military cut and glasses. Mandy had known him for all of five minutes before she tells me she is going to fuck him. She stayed true to her word too as that I went to sleep to the sounds of her screaming fuck as they humped like rabbits.

The odd thing though was James continued to stay around and for the most part Amanda flirted but at night it was those two going off into her bedroom. After a month James was practically a roommate to us. Talking with Amanda she said he was better in bed than anyone she had been with yet and she was going to make sure she got all she could before it was over. James and I became friends but never did we really discuss the finer points of sex with my cousin.

I enjoyed sex a lot too but I was far from as outgoing as my cousin was. Three months in I think my cousin found her bed shared more than it had not been. I had had sex twice in my bedroom but both were just fun one night events. My sexual appetite found itself filled by my fingers and vibrator most nights.

Fast forward one month and my cousin Amanda is out of town for a weekend to visit her grandfather who is sick. James is living with us now so it is not uncommon when I come home and he is watching TV or out in the kitchen. One Saturday I worked an early shift at the college and was done by noon so I went home to kind of be lazy for the rest of the afternoon anyways. I pull up and see James car in the lot and don’t think much of it. I park and go inside and the TV is on but he is not in the living room or the kitchen. I kind of hear something coming from the bedrooms though so I go down the hallway slowly to check.

As I come into view of the bedrooms I see James, naked, sitting on the end of Amanda’s bed with a pair canlı bahis of her underwear wrapped around his penis as he is stroking away with his head back and his eyes closed. Besides seeing something I know I shouldn’t be seeing it immediately comes to my attention that James is very gifted in his penis size. He is long and thick compared to the people I had been with. It clicks in my head as to why my cousin is taking this for all that it is worth.

It didn’t occur to me that I was staring till James’ hand stopped moving. I looked up to find him staring right back at me. In a flash I apologized and turned around and heard Amanda’s door close. I wasn’t sure if I should leave, stay, or what so I choose to go to my room and close the door.

Once in my room I changed my clothes and then looked around my room for something to do. I looked at the books I was reading, my computer, my schoolwork and none of them seemed right as I knew none of them would suddenly make me forget what I had just seen. I gave up and went over to my wall to see if I could hear anything coming from Amanda’s room. I couldn’t tell if James had decided to finish or was sitting in there just as concerned as I was. In the end I decided anything done at this moment would be far too awkward and grabbed my keys and left.

I spent the rest of the day hanging out with my brother and a few of his friends. On the way home I didn’t feel as nervous if I did run into James. He had been masturbating and hey I did the same thing so what was the big deal. I used a vibrator and he used his girlfriend’s underwear. My plan was to laugh it off and just move beyond it.

As I pulled in the lot James’ car was still in the same place so I was pretty sure he had not gone anywhere. My nervousness did pick up when I realized I was actually going to have to talk to him beyond just going over it in my head.

I went into the apartment and James was fully dressed watching TV. We both said hello and I went and sat in the recliner. We exchanged some small talk about what he was watching and how the day went before I swallowed hard and apologized for walking in on him. He shook his head and began apologizing for having the door open. Then we both kind of laughed it off and I said I was going to call it an early night since I was tired. Honestly I still felt a little awkward and decided to play the coward and go to my bedroom.

Before going in though I went to use the bathroom and as I was washing my face I looked over to my laundry hamper and saw a pair of my underwear on the very top of everything. Now this is unusual for me most times as I try to put all my underwear on the bottom and cover it all with my jeans so not everyone using the bathroom is looking at them. I went over to my hamper to shove them to the bottom and when I grabbed them there was something dried on the inside of them.

Suddenly the image clicks in my head of James with Amanda’s underwear wrapped around the shaft of his penis as he was jacking off. Had James grabbed my underwear and done the same? Had he thought they had been a pair of Amanda’s? No, he would have had to reach down and pull them out. This pair I had worn just a few days ago and I had not had sex in that time so it was not from someone I had been with. Maybe it wasn’t the person and he just liked jacking off with women’s underwear. Either way I was back to full nervousness but with a hint of excitement. I started thinking of the image I had seen that day but my underwear wrapped around his penis. James thinking of using his large member on me. The idea hit the sweet spot of my mind.

I quickly took my underwear and crossed between the bathroom and my bedroom without even looking down the hall. Once inside I turned on the small lamp by my bed but left the room light off. I took off my jeans and underwear kicking them to the side and slid the underwear from the bathroom on. The simple black thong conformed well to my body as I caught a glimpse of myself in them and my blue tee shirt. I laid down in my bed and began rubbing my clit through them continuing my thought of James with my underwear going to town. I began to rub with more pressure and along the total length of my slit as the thought filled my mind. I guess I didn’t hear the knock but I realized my door was opening. I quickly tried to pull up my covers to hide what I had been doing.

James came in and was beginning to say something when he kaçak iddaa stopped and was staring down at me. I figured I was caught due to the fact I was breathing hard and I’m sure my scramble for covers hadn’t been unnoticed. When I looked down to where James was looking though I saw that in pulling my covers up in a rush I had covered one leg and the other leg only from the thigh down. You could clearly see the underwear.

I went to say something and James came further into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. He reached over and pulled the covers back reveling the entire sight of me in the underwear I was pretty sure had him semen dried on them. On pulling his hand back he ran his finger across the fabric by my waist.

My mind ripped into two pieces at this point. The first piece saying stop this, he just walked in on you masturbating and by the way he is dating or at least fucking your cousin on a standard basis. The second side was ready to find out if what Amanda had said about James being a great lay was true. Guess which side won?

James again ran his finger across the fabric of the underwear but this time down to between my legs. I found myself spreading them open as he pushed the fabric against my opening and then running his finger up to my clit. At the same time, he bent over and his mouth met mine as our tongues connected. His hand continued to rub me in the same manner I had been doing before as we began to make out. He repositioned himself so he was lying next to me on my bed. I was flat on my back and he was on his side.

James hand soon made its way up to under my shirt as he began massaging my breast. I reached down and pulled the front of my shirt up exposing them. I then pulled down my bra. He leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth as he began sucking on it. I ran my hand across the back of his head as he began sucking on the other nipple. He went back and forth between them sucking on them and gently biting them before he stopped and stood up. He looked down at them as they stood hard. He asked me to take off my shirt and bra.

As I pulled my shirt over my head and spun my bra around undoing the fastener James took off his pants and boxers. Tossing my clothes to the side I once again got to see just how well hung James was and this time it was for me. I laid back down on my bed as James straddled my stomach placing himself between my breast. Given I had bigger breast that most women I knew I was not uncommon what men wanted to do with them. I placed my hands on the outside of them and pushed them together around James penis. He was long enough to where I could lean my head down and lick the head of him. He began thrusting between my breast. I watched as he came close to my face before pulling back. I decided to lean forward and stick out my tongue so every time he thrust forward I would lick the head of his penis. He grabbed a pillow and propped it behind my head so I would stay that way. After getting the pillow into position he resumed his hip motion but leaned back. I felt his hand again begin to rub between my leg. I propped them open and my knees up so he could have full access. Being teased with his taste and having him rubbing my now swollen clit and wet lips felt amazing.

After a few minutes he must have had enough of my teasing as he stopped rubbing between my legs and halted his thrusting between my breast. He rolled off to the side of me and leaned back. Once again I was pretty good at reading the signs. I rolled over and lowered my head and kissed the head of penis a few times before opening my mouth and taking the head in. Wrapping my lips around the base of his head and going down a little he filled my mouth. I immediately loved the taste of him on my tongue. He almost had a sweetness that I had not tasted with another man. I tried taking in as much of him as I could and sucking as tight as I could to try and grab as much flavor. Every time I pushed a little deeper till I felt my gag reflex begin and then I would release. I wondered just how much I could take in and began challenging myself pushing deeper and trying to hold longer.

By accident I went a little too hard and went past my gag reflex. I started to gag but then it stopped and held. My throat felt stuffed but James’ entire body tensed as I did so. On the way up my gag finished as my reflex was once again passed. I looked up to see James smiling and breathing heavily kaçak bahis I felt him put firm pressure on the back of my head. I guess I was doing a good job. This time I went fast and deep on purpose once again hitting my reflex but pushing past it. My throat resisted but if I pushed it gave way and deeper he went. On the way out I would gag and my throat would be sore but I wanted to see how far it could be pushed. A few more practice pushes and I pushed hard. My throat screamed but more and more went in. James must have felt this was the moment as he pushed hard on the back of my head but all of him went down my throat till I felt my lips at the base of his penis. On coming out I almost felt like I was going to throat up and I struggled to catch my breath and wipe away the strings of saliva.

I was considering trying again but James grabbed my shoulders and pushed them down on the bed. He moved so that he was between my legs. Then he grabbed the sides on my underwear and pulled them down. I put my legs together and off to the side of his as he took them off then once again spread them with him between them. I must have woken a beast with my attempts to deep throat because there was no patience in James anymore. He put the head of his penis at my opening and once it began to spread he drove deep quickly. I gasped and arched as all of him went in till he was against me. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up and out as he started thrusting. Normally I try to control my noises during sex due to thin walls but there was no controlling this. I moaned and gasped for air as he gave me everything whether I was ready or not. He pushed my legs further and further up till my knees were beside me practically and my ankles next to my head.

It seemed like only a minute in and I began having my first orgasm. I grabbed and pulled at the bed under me. All my muscles tightened on anything they could. The feelings or warmth and satisfaction flooded me in waves like never before. James was not even slowing down though. His eyes were focused and determined. Soon my body began building again as the second one had started. I had never had multiple orgasms during sex before.

James pinned me down hard thrusting harder and faster. I gave up any attempt at composure moaning, cussing, praying to God whatever jumped to my lips. A second orgasm rocked my body again as everything clamped down, flooded, and then was told to continue. I was a good way to a third one when James’ thrust became slowed but hard and as deep as possible. With one final thrust he did everything to pin me down and I could actually feel him cuming inside of me. I had had sex lots of times and unprotected a few of those and never felt them actually cuming. Here it was though as I felt his penis pulsing between my legs and the squirts of semen going into me. I sat there just loving the feeling of everything as we stayed pinned together.

The pulsing began to fade and I could no longer feel the squirting and James began to release his pin on me. As my legs were allowed to go down all the muscles in them screamed in protest. You could still see the hand marks around my ankles as he let go. He pulled out and I tried to sit up as even my abs were objecting to movement. His penis had gone semi-soft and glistened covered with fluids. Both of us were breathing hard as we looked at each other and just laughed. James said he should go as he stood up and grabbed his clothes and left my bedroom closing the door behind him.

After he left I gave up on doing anything else and collapsed on my bed. I was too tired to dream and before I even knew it my eyes opened to sun coming in through the window. Everything hurt as I moved to get up. Putting on some sweats and a shirt felt like I had just been beaten around the block for a week. I looked down at my sheets and saw a large stain that I imagine was fluids leaking out of me during the night. I opened my door and headed out into the living room.

James didn’t seem to be there and I was somewhat happy for that as I didn’t want to seem as in bad of shape as I felt. I went over to the cupboard and took out some pain killers and took them with a glass of water. They burned the entire way down and it felt like I was trying to swallow a baseball with each pill. I started thinking about things that had gone one. First I had had unprotected sex but I should be getting my period soon so I felt pretty safe in that. Second I had slept, no scratch that, I had been fucked by my cousin’s for all purposes boyfriend. I was pretty sure that was something that should never come up between us. The final thought was one that kind of caught me off guard, it was how was I going to get to do it again.

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I’d known Jennifer from my first year at college, we’d had a few classes together here and there so I felt like I at least knew her. It was important because otherwise I would have never agreed to go back to Gary’s apartment, not alone anyway.

Gary was an older guy who was always at the clubs, making jokes, buying girls drinks and flirting, making really overtly sexual jokes. I’d met him freshman year and had danced with him a few times just because he was constantly buying me and my friends drinks. I was out my sophomore year with girls I’d just met who were my dorm mates when I ran into Jennifer.

We were giggly and tipsy already when Gary showed up and started dancing with us. It was fun to see him and I have to admit I was really enjoying a little attention after feeling looked over compared to my more voluptuous friends. He started buying both Jennifer and I shots and before I knew it the lights were coming on and the club was shutting down.

I’d long since lost the girls I’d came with so it was easier for me to just go along when Jennifer offered me a ride. She said she was going to give Gary a ride to his apartment and ‘party’ with him for awhile before she had to pick her boyfriend up. Jennifer knew I didn’t do that stuff but it didn’t slow her down from heading right to the bathroom with Gary, showing up to sit next to me on the couch glassy eyed and sniffing.

He started playing some music and fixed us both drinks and was being his usual obnoxious self when Jennifer got the call from her boyfriend. She threw me a grin and promised that she’d be right back and was up and out the door before it dawned on me that I was alone there with Gary.

He was grinning and sniffing a little himself but sat down beside me like we were old friends. He really was funny and had me at ease and giggling before it really weirded me out that I was drunk and alone at an older mans apartment. I had a serious boyfriend at the time and made several references to him during conversation, but Gary acted like he either didn’t hear me or simply didn’t care.

Gary wasn’t that tall, maybe around 5’10” and was fighting a losing battle against a full fledged beer-belly. He had dark hair but it was getting noticeably thinner in a small circle on top of his head and usually kept a goatee or mustache. He had gotten beside me and was tickling me, making my little dress ride up my legs beside him on the couch when he started to kiss my neck.

It took me by surprise and I was breaking out in goosebumps before I could push him away. He had his strong hands around me and was holding me so close I could smell the liquor on his breath. I remember him looking me in the eye and running his hand up my thigh, pulling my dress up with it. He was between my legs, rubbing my pantyhose and small panties against my body, making me immediately freeze up.

He was up on his knees between bahis siteleri my legs so fast, pulling my dress up enough to get to my pantyhose, peeling them and my panties off in the same motion. I sat back against the couch and couldn’t take my eyes off him as he quickly stripped, his cock already rigid and pointing towards me. I barely got a glimpse of his naked body before he was on me, feeling me up through my bra and fingering me so deliciously.

Gary got me to lean up and unzipped my dress and was trying to unfasten it with one hand while keeping the other busy stimulating me below. I felt my bra go slack around my breasts and then felt his hand move from my shoulders to the back of my head. I was so turned on and tingling so hard from his fingers I just let him guide my mouth over his dick.

I had some experience my first year of college doing this, but never with a grown man and never like this! He was holding onto my head and moving his hips, sliding that throbbing thing in and out of my mouth…I could feel his pubic hair tickling my face when he would push it deep, the whole time telling me how hot it was.

My jaw was getting so tired and I felt like the corners of my mouth were stretched, not to mention how raw the back of my throat was beginning to feel before he stopped, letting it slip wetly out of my mouth.

I remember him saying, “Lets get this dress off sweetie” before taking it off me and bending me over in front of him on that ratty couch. He got right behind me and was spreading my legs wider, telling me how great my ass was while once again fingering me. It wasn’t until I felt his cock between my legs did I fully appreciate what was happening to me.

I’d had sex with boyfriends before, but it was always something I’d thought about beforehand or expected to happen. Just going home and having something this intimate happen to me was so sudden and was going on so fast right in front of me that I didn’t have time to second guess or really analyze what was happening. I was naked and facing away from him, getting so wet from his finger rubbing against my clit and vagina. I was so aroused I hadn’t even thought of feeling shy about being totally nude and bent over in front of him like that.

I remember him holding onto one of my hips while he guided his dick, still wet from my mouth, slowly inside me from behind. The head was embedded in me and he grabbed both sides of my ass and crept deeper inside me, inch by inch, getting louder and more vulgar the further he pushed in. I finally managed to remember to breathe when I felt his body against mine and could feel him fully inside my body, stretching me so completely that it hurt and felt so electric at the same time!

Gary leaned over to reach under me and play with my breasts as he kept his dick buried inside me, grinding in circles so hard. One of his hands moved from canlı bahis siteleri my nipple to my clit and began to stimulate it at the same time he began to thrust in and out of me…I remember his balls bouncing off of me before a combination of his dick filling me from behind and his hand manipulating my clit drove me over the edge.

I was squirming under him but he was relentless when he felt me cumming, driving into my small body from behind and honestly just pounding me! I was crying out before I even realized I was doing it, something I’d never been compelled to do during sex. He was saying such nasty things, making me tell him that I liked it as he leaned back up and once again grabbed me by my hips.

I felt wetter than I ever had and was really beginning to enjoy the size and friction he was making behind me. I arched my back when he told me and was pushing back against his large, invading member, feeling his hands squeezing my ass and exploring my body back there. It was hard to catch my breath when he put his finger inside my ass at first, but as soon as I was able to relax it felt so erotic I felt myself getting wet all over again!

I was pushing back against him so much and moving my hips as hard as I could and began to sweat until it was literally dripping off me. I could feel my bangs sticking to my face and knew my mascara was running, making me quite a sight I’m sure.

He had reached under me to grab my breasts and was slamming his body into mine making a clapping sound when the front door swung open. I looked up and will never forget the look on Jennifer and her boyfriends face as they slowly took in my position and what was happening. Jennifer’s mouth went from hanging open in shock to a wry, condescending smirk in seconds as she slowly appraised the situation.

I moved forward and moved to get up, replacing his hands over my breasts with my own when I heard him tell me that ‘he wasn’t finished’ and ‘to give them a little show’. He guided me to bend over again and told me it was okay while once again positioning himself behind me. He slid back in easily and asked as casual as ever if Jennifer and her beau wanted to wait inside, but added that I’d ‘be a minute’.

I’ll never forget how they just shut the door and walked in while he continued his assault on my pussy from behind, only this time with an audience to show off for! I closed my eyes and tried not to listen to Jennifer get more and more catty and insulting with her comments. Gary was going hard as ever and was beginning to sweat himself. It was running down his chest and what didn’t get caught in the hair there fell down onto me.

I was feeling so dirty and low from the crap Jennifer was saying and from how her boyfriend kept staring as he fucked me so hard and so deep. Gary buried his throbbing, wet dick inside my quivering pussy and leaned in güvenilir bahis over my back to reach my clit…immediately making me moan. I forgot about both of the people watching me as he kept rubbing my clit in circles as he sank his cock into me over and over again!

I was getting so wet I arched my back, squeezed my pussy around his dick as hard as I could, and grinded my ass back against his sweaty body. I was moaning and ceased to care about the two people watching Gary do this to me. I looked over at her boyfriend with my mouth hanging open as his body slapped wetly against mine and could read the lust on his face plain as day. I kept my eyes locked on his as I pushed myself up to give him a better look at the sweaty, naked front of my body.

I was pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts and had my hands dug into the cushions on the couch when I could feel my pussy begin to spasm. I could feel my lips quivering as I struggled to grip his invading dick while I cursed out loud, lowered my head and came…pushing back against him with all the strength my sweaty body had left.

I was shuddering with excitement and panting for breath when he reached under me to cup my small breasts while absolutely pounding his hips into me. I could feel his mouth on my shoulder as he kissed his way up to my neck and began to suck. He was biting and sucking at the same time when he started to moan, cursing as he leaned back up and grabbed me by my hips.

I could feel his thick, veiny cock jumping hard and fast inside me as he grabbed my hip with one hand and slapped my ass cheek with the other. He slapped me again and again as he dumped his hot, sticky load deep inside my battered and stretched vagina. He was still breathing heavy when he finally stop moving and slid that thing out of me and began to wipe it back and forth across my ass.

Gary told Jennifer something about liking her friends and she just cursed and made a smart assed comment about finally being able to leave. I sat up and could feel my ass stinging from his slaps, the sweat running down my skinny body, and most of all, the hot, juicy wetness oozing from my red, swollen lips. I felt as if all the eyes in the room were glued to my used body as I struggled to search the floor for my clothes.

Both Jennifer and her boyfriend had made trips to the bathroom with Gary, who’d put back on his boxers, by the time I’d gotten my legs to quit shaking enough to dress. I didn’t have the nerve to look any of them in the eye so I was sort of taken by surprise as I walked to the door to leave and Gary spun me around.

He had me in his arms and was kissing me fully and passionately with full tongue right there in front of them! He held me close and whispered some things on my ear before putting a slip of paper with his phone number in my still sweaty hand.

Jennifer kept staring at me and was talking to her boyfriend like I wasn’t in the car the entire way back to campus. When I finally got back to my dorm my panties were sticking to me and his sperm had tried up to form a crusty mess in my pubic hair. I got to my bed and just stripped right there and got under the covers naked and passed out.

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On her majestic bed, Daisy is sitting, her back across a pillow against the headboard, one tapered leg reaching the middle of the king-size bed, the heel of her right leg touching the rear slope of her left hip, her right knee bending, spreading her hungry loins for her son’s lustful eyes.

She is emanating an aphrodisiac scent of sex, sweat, perfume, and voracity. Her arousal, still subdued with two orgasms, whispers in her womb the sweet names of her son, calling him brother again and again. A perverse excitement hits on those of her nerves whose tips end in the walls of her vagina. Her healthy clitoris hisses the heat of an autumn dog into her labia and the outer folds of the labyrinthine slit of her maternal cunt. Anticipation is building up inside her heart and brain, which directs a flow of her essence along the warm channel of her motherhood.

He likes to fuck me as his sister, she thinks. What if he knows the truth, knows that I am not his sister, I am his mother.

“Will he still fuck me with such passion?’ she asks herself.

Raul enters the room, naked, steered by the obstinacy of his erect manhood, two drinks in his two hands. His mother’s sprawled body evokes a wild flower whose forest breeze revives a dead man’s nerves. His mother smiles at him, partly to conceal the blush that pricks her earlobes. He stares at her elongating nipples; a small wave of lemon juice jumps out of one of the glasses in his hands. He hands the glass to her and sits beside her extended leg.

Daisy is thrilled by Raul’s erect manhood. “My brother is too, too horny today,” Daisy whispers into his right ear, swallowing the last gulp of the lemon juice, Raul has sweetened with honey.

She has forbidden sugar in her household. She has many plans to keep them healthy and sexy. One upward thrust on her sensitive, maternal clitoris with Raul’s sturdy tongue makes her want to live the entire century and frolicking with her post-mature bastard son.

She extends her delicate left hand like a class one whore, slips it over her son’s masculine shoulder, feels the goose-bumps of desire explode out of him as the wisps of her armpit, pregnant with her feminine scent, scrape his shoulder. She draws her son closer with the might of her maternal extremity, the tip of her middle finger slides on his invisible left nipple, down and up, down and up.

Daisy’s finger on his nipples makes Raul’s balls spasm. He has a rare moment to know how she feels when he touches her more sensitive nipples.

“Sonny’s small nipples are as favorite to mommy as mommy’s big ones to sonny,” she whispers into his right ear, entering into the intriguing maternal role-play.

Mention of her nipples by herself into his ear produces a lake of saliva inside Raul’s masculine mouth. He loves in her, in his sister, everything, but her nipples have an amount of extra appeal, partly because they are long and smooth, and partly because of the way she offers them, putting them into his mouth as if it is a baby’s, and whispering, “eat mommy’s milk”.

‘She is my sister, but she is old enough to be my mother.’ Raul’s sexuality inflates by her maternal role.

Raul is thirsty, but not for the lemon drink. He puts bedava bahis the glass on the side table and slumps down for a spell of worship. He touches her left shoulder with the tip of her tongue, glides his oral digit downward, and reaches two beautiful wrinkles the root of her hand forms where it joins her torso.

Daisy knows what is going on. As if out of shame, as if he is going to open a part of her secret feminity, her arm tightens against her body. But with naughty and powerful licking of her son, the arm soon loses its strength to remain stiff. Raul pushes his pig’s tongue right across the sexy wrinkles and flattens the semi-damp wisps in her generous armpit. Raul’s convulsive mouth forces out all the saliva it has produced lately, as if to bath and purify the feminine hair in the semi-sacred place of his desire.

Her son’s saliva runs down her torso, reaches the base of her left breast. She loves the kinkiness, but she loves more his son’s hunger for the creases and curves of her body.

Raul’s sturdy tongue duels with the weak hair of his mother’s armpit, washes them as his mother deserves to be washed to be present as the queen for a banquet, and prepares the drink for his sexual appetite with his dribble and the salt that has gathered for three days under her arms. Extending his chest, Raul drinks profusely from his mother’s fountain he artificially created under her arm with his kinky adoration to his enjoyment.

Daisy feels her left armpit has just come. But she knows this is only the beginning of carnal voracity of his omnivorous youth which will play with her body for the next millennium without a pause. As his satisfied tongue, now more invigorated with the blessing of her secret nourishment, reaches the middle-base of her left breast, Daisy’s maternal left nipple shakes like the tongue of a snake. Her anticipation reaches peak where she fears that her son’s wicked tongue will burn this very sensitive micro outpost of her feminine profusion.

Time has played cruel games with the vulnerable mother of forbidden sacrifice that she is worth for. After many sinful moments, Raul reaches the nut of her left nipple and chews on it without mercy, but knowing very well how his sister feels, like a live fish on a frying pan, when he sucks her nipples.

After twenty minutes, Daisy is still being tortured on her both nipples. In the meantime, at least ten times he has tried to take the entirety of each of her mature breasts in his ambitious mouth but these maternal gourds are much bigger than what his wide oral cavity can devour. And no mention of their forbidden sweetness, and aphrodisiac scent they make with his spit.

Nothing Daisy loves more when her son tries to devour one of her breasts. His powerful mouth puts such a sucking force on her blood across the healthy leather of her taut breasts that it seems the sheer strength draws her cunt’s fluid upward, but as soon as his mouth releases the sensitive gourd, her ripe cunt weeps like an abandoned princess. But Raul is relentless in his eating his mother’s breasts.

Her son’s voracity sends electric signals from her breasts to every tip of her body. Waives of healthy slime rush from her womb casino siteleri to her vagina. Her prodigious clitoris knots and un-knots maddeningly, feeling neglected, crying for a touch, which she doesn’t dare to lend because she hates the pause a sudden orgasm will intervene with, and which he cannot because he is so much busy with his mother’s supple, enticing breasts.

Daisy wants to ward off the climax by thinking intimate things. Like many intimate moments of carnal love, she swallows her pain to tell Raul that he is really her son, that he is biting his mother’s nipples, gobbling his mother’s breasts, not his sister’s as he knows. But she doesn’t reveal the truth, not because that it will upset him, which she is sure will not be the case, because she has carefully prepared Raul for facing up to the reality one day and her allowing him fucking her is the culmination of that preparation. But she does not like the pause the reality will intervene with, as she does not like the pause at this moment a devastating orgasm can intervene with.

But climax is not all about it. Climax she likes most, but no less she likes this intimate raping of her maternity by her virile son.

Her body is, however, not in her control, it is under his. She can only try. Her need to cum is very intense. But her need to be ravaged is more urgent. She tries to disorient her lusty maternal sexuality with a more serene, romantic role. She holds her son’s worshipping head with all the might she can master, draws it up to her face, looks into his befuddled countenance with maternal fire. But his loving eyes extinguishes the fire of lust in her eyes, she draws his mouth closer, and kisses him intimately like a robust elder sister. The game produced the desired result. Her soul gets the peace of the romantic elder sister who is head over heels in love with his naïve younger brother. As a playful stupidity, she takes his right hand in her loving ones, takes them to his destiny, puts it assertively on her sprawled groin, his middle finger dabbed into the seam of her feminine core. Her intention is to show him how much secretion he has produced by ravishing the beauty of her breasts.

“See Raul, what’ve you done’ to your sister,” she said looking into his eyes. And slipping the base of his palm from her rosy asshole, his four outer fingers reaching the outer ridges of her pubic forest, his middle finger boiling inside her illustrious cunt, his entire palm drowned in the flood that his love for the forbidden sexuality of her ripe feminine charms has drawn out from the well of her delicate soul.

Her fiery maternal desire to be fucked by her son is subdued now. She is now his elder sister, to be fucked by her romantic brother, like a new bride, like an eternal lover. His finger is letting her sisterly cunt know what the wild snake of his virile cock with all its emotional venom can do to its slushy walls at the height of its forbidden hunger.

“Do you know that your sister’s speech made the day in the Conference?” Daisy says. She looks at Raul and blushes like a young sweetheart. “Do you know, brother?” she demands again with a hoarse, purring voice. “Do you?”

“Yes, Daisy, I know,” he says. bahis siteleri

“If you really know, then reward me by fucking, my bastard brother.”

He loves when she calls him a bastard. It gives him some sort of legality to fuck her, whom he knows as his sister, who is, in fact, more than that, who is his mother.

“Do you want to fuck this early, Sister?” Raul says. “I haven’t taken care of my sanctuary yet.”

Listening to her son speaks of his sanctuary, all the strands of Daisy’s lush pubic hair stand like the spines of a hedgehog, and makes a symbolic sanctuary for her vulnerable son between her golden thighs. According to him, her pubic bush is his dreamland of a sanctuary, whose down lays the golden cave he would like to hide in if a suicide bomber attacks the neighborhood. She thanks God with silent prayers often when she recalls how her son worships her intimate parts by attributing them with an illustrious epithet.

With her willing blessing, Raul gets around to playing with her pubic forest. He sprinkles some lemon from his half-finished glass on the thicket with as much care as a Bedouin waters an oasis orchard. Daisy’s is now sitting on a swamp of lemon and her secretion gathered for over half an hour by the ministration of her son. She feels sweetly filthy and sexy over the wetness.

Raul dives right on her sister’s thick pubic forest. He loves her scent in the root of each silky strand. He fills his lung by deeply breathing.

Daisy’s pubic hair does not grow on the most sensitive part of her sexuality, obviously. But the way her son loves it makes a deeper bond between them than his lust for her cunt and breasts do. ‘It is more intimate’ she says to herself and her toes curl against his hot breath, far off. ‘He’s my kinky motherfucker, my sex-pet,’ she whispers in the air.

Raul resorts to his tongue, scraping the strong digit against the thick bed of her maternal forest and parts, as if his tongue is made for parting her pubic hair. It reaches near her clit, of its own volley. Daisy knows what awaits her in the hand of this juvenile robber who is also her son. She decides to cum, but not until his tongue makes an entire odyssey across the softest coasts of his mother’s oceanic love door. Her clitoris is stiff, as if a snake’s lip moving toward to lick it’s very sensitive tip.

Raul began to eat his mother’s affluent cunt knowing that he is eating his sister’s ripe one. He is fond of the rich texture of her portal to paradise. Even if she refuses him a penetration, he would not mind at all. The profundity of juice leaking out of this love injury is enough for his sexual appetite, although it is not enough for his satisfaction, for she knows how to exert caress on the veins along his solid manhood. But for now, he is drinking all of it, lashing out with his sweep of hungry tongue until the crack of her asses, reaching the other bank of her rosy asshole. He laps at the bed-sheet, at the soft parts of her thighs, so long as those parts are wet, and he eats all of it with small nibbles, chewing gently on the coral lips, wetting them with a part of her secretion before he takes it again in his mouth and swallows.

Daisy is ready to cum now. It sounds in her throat, with a hoarseness that makes him want to make her cum until she dies Cumming on his tireless tongue.

“I am cumming, brother, your sister is cu-m-i-ng,…” Daisy hisses.

“Fuck me now, you motherfucker,” she says, after five minutes.

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If you’re looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It’s a slow moving and gentle story.

It’s an easy and light read.

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

I’ve tagged on an alternate ending. Which story-line should I follow?

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Session 4

After leaving Jenn I decided to go visit my mom and see if there was any way I could get her advice without having to tell what I was going to do. I didn’t know how she’d react and I didn’t want to spoil the amazing progress she’d made since last summer. I gave her a quick call to say I was coming since it would be unexpected.

I arrived shortly after 11pm and she made me some supper after asking if everything was ok. I assured her it was and I just needed time to think about things that were going on. She offered to listen and help in any way she could and I thanked her.

I went to bed and thought about what could happen next Friday. The thought of sitting in front of those women, watching me with a girl on stage pretending to be sitting in a mixed sauna was getting me horny and I had to wank to relieve the pressure in my balls. It didn’t take long for the familiar tingling sensation in my balls to start and quickly spread along my stiff cock. Memories of dark hair’s stiff nipples playing pokies with her blouse helped intensify the tingles. My cock was starting to twitch. The mental images of blondie’s exposed breast and her tugging on her long nipple made me pump harder and faster. I could feel my cum building and my cock getting harder and more sensitive until the image of Jenn almost flashing her boob just sent me over the edge. I erupted. The first spurt flew high and landed on my shoulder quickly followed by three more over my stomach. My heart was racing. My breathing ragged. For a moment I’d forgotten I was in my canlı bahis mom’s. I hoped I hadn’t been too noisy and given myself away. I steadied my breathing and worriedly checked that none of my jizz had landed on the bed or the carpets. Thankfully it hadn’t and after a quick clean of me I was under the duvet and sleeping.

The next morning mom made my breakfast and we sat and had a chat. She was worried about me and wanted to help. But how do you tell your prim and proper mother that not only are you a nude model but you’re an erotic one, or should that be exotic? She probably thought I was a complete and innocent virgin who had never wanked never mind screwed. Well, she wouldn’t have been too far wrong about the screwing part. So, I chickened out and made some excuse about whether or not I should continue with doing my library studies course. She thought it very wise of me to come home for a break and to think it over. As I sat there I started to realize how much she had changed from last summer. There was more life within her. She chatted openly more often. Smiled more often. Was losing weight. She was definitely different and I still don’t know what was causing it. But who cares. Whatever it was, it was working.

The one and only time I ever saw one of mom’s bras was not long after my father died and mom was in the throes of eating her way through her grief. I was helping with the laundry and there it was. It looked enormous. So curiosity made me look and it was a 44G. Being a typical young male I had no idea what that meant but judging by the cups I guessed it meant her boobs were enormous. I remember at the time feeling guilty about the thoughts I was having of her massive boobs and being turned on by them.

Now however, things were different. She still wasn’t a size zero but she had lost a lot of weight kaçak iddaa and she now had a waist of sorts. She still had wide hips and because she dressed very conservatively in baggy tops, I had no idea what her chest was like.

“What are your plans today?” she asked, breaking me free from my thoughts.

“I don’t have any apart from a little bit of college work. You?”

“None either apart from my usual evening jog.”

“Good for you. How far do you jog?”

“Out to the park, two laps of the park and then back here.”

I mentally calculated that to be about 5 miles. No wonder she was losing weight and toning up. I did the breakfast dishes and went to my room to get my course work completed. It wasn’t until mom knocked on my door to tell me that she was away for her jog that I realized the time. I wished her well and started to round off my work for the night. By the time she was back from her run I was watching the news on TV.

“How’d your run go?” I asked.

“Fine thanks sweetie. I’ll just go have a shower.”

When she returned she was ready for bed. Pyjamas under a robe tied tightly about her waist and carrying her Kindle. Now I was able to make out her shape a bit better. She still had the wide hips and narrower waist but her chest was no longer looking enormous. More nice, if that makes any sense. I watched some more TV before going to bed and leaving her to her reading.

Sunday dawned and we spent the day relaxing. I was still trying to work up the nerve to ask her advice on my modelling. But no matter how I tried to organize and phrase it in my head, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. She wasn’t that type of open-minded, liberal person and I was fairly sure that I’d give the new arrangement a go anyway.

Surely a girl would be just as embarrassed about being kaçak bahis naked around a guy as I would be around a girl. And so what if I did get a boner. I’d been sporting one and stroking one for a few weeks now in front of mature women. Surely it couldn’t be any worse than that. Could it??

The day wore on and soon it was time for me to head back to my apartment. Before I left mom asked if I’d managed to come to a decision about my course. I told her that I had and was prepared to give it a go and see what happens. She smiled. Hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

On Monday I met Jenn as arranged to tell her that I was ok with the forthcoming session. She was both pleased and relieved to hear that. The next few days were filled with anticipation and erotic excitement at the thought of sharing the stage with a naked girl. The fantasies I played out in my mind was of us having to touch each other for the benefit of the class. Those thoughts gave me plenty of reasons to masturbate every night.

And so, Friday evening arrived and I was already aroused at the prospects that this evening might bring. Another of my fantasies was that we might actually get along, like each other and possibly date. I’d certainly like that and was hopeful she might feel the same.

I went into the changing room and was stripping off when Jenn came in. “Ah, you’re here. Good. I’ll just go and bring in your new partner. She’s a mature lady called Margo.”

The word ‘mature’ burst all of the week long fantasies I’d been having. “Ah well,” I thought. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

The door opened behind me and Jenn said, “Margo, this is Larry. Larry this is Margo.”

I turned to look and I froze as did Margo.

“Hi Margo,” I croaked.

“Hi Larry,” she said.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” said Jenn as she left the room.

I covered my manhood, looked at Margo and said, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

Alternate ending.

I covered my manhood, looked at Margo, my mother’s next door neighbour, and said, “Mrs Kimble, what are you doing here?”

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Part 15 A Working Vacation

Mistress had said we’d be at the lake house for two weeks, or more, perhaps. I had settled into the routine of the place, but as often happens on an extended vacation, one loses the sense of each individual day; there were times when I couldn’t recall how long we’d been at the lake without concentrating hard.

One day Katherine pulled out her laptop and worked for several hours, and I realized that we’d been there more than two weeks. Whether she was just enjoying this too much, or the renovations back home were taking longer than expected, I didn’t know. I did know not to ask about it. Mistress wanted to control every aspect of me, and that included what I knew and what I didn’t — if there was a message about the renovations that she wanted to give me, she’d volunteer it.

The days assumed a routine of sorts, but nothing about it was “routine.”

After making us breakfast and cleaning up, I would start attending to the household chores: cleaning, vacuuming, washing, ironing etc. Katherine’s control extended to how much “down time” I had, and she made sure there wasn’t much. I didn’t mind the work; it was simple, it had a definite beginning and a definite end, and it occupied me completely. It felt good to serve, even in that way.

Every third day or so I had to go into town to get groceries and the like. This filled me with dread and despite myself, excitement. When I went into town, I’d see people who had fucked my brains out the night before. Sometimes they would interact, say hello as though everything was totally normal, and sometimes just look at me with an almost condescending smile. Both reactions made me feel humiliated and intensely excited.

What down time there was consisted mostly of naps so that I’d be well rested for the nights?

The nights. Mistress had a lot of friends and over the past two weeks all of them had used me or gotten the opportunity to. Mistress’ graciousness didn’t stop with those she knew well. New girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, husbands, friends visiting those friends from out of town . . . everyone got a piece of candy. A couple of nights there was no company and Mistress had me all the Herself. I was grateful for those. As much as I would loyally do for her with anyone She said to, I realized I needed that time with just Her.

My mind had not gone blank to all this, but I was filled with a sense of acceptance and, in an odd way, appreciation. If one is a slut, after all, one is grateful for the attention to one’s slutty needs. It wasn’t for me to wonder about or choose. It was for Mistress to give and for me to take. And accept. And appreciate.

Both at once, my stomach felt queasy and my cunt tingled and oozed a tiny bit. My life before Katherine seemed to be disappearing little by little, as if some insidious microscopic intruder were slowly erasing those memories, making room for what I was now becoming, day by day.

And while it was a slow gradual process that was inexorably but gently pressing me down more and more, these were punctuated by the occasional jolt. I believe these occasional hard and fast moves where a calculated part of bahis siteleri Mistress’ plan for me. She was not one to leave anything to chance.

Three nights ago was one of those jolts.

The day had gone as normal. In the early afternoon, Mistress informed that we would have just one guest tonight, so plan dinner accordingly.

To have just one guest was new; every other night we’d had people over to use the town slut, it was at least two.

Mistress wandered into the kitchen as I was getting things ready for dinner.

“My friend Astrid is coming over tonight, candy. She’s a good friend and I know that she will really enjoy you.” She idly stroked my bare right ass cheek as she spoke. I squirmed involuntarily and concentrated on her words, and on not cutting myself.

I nodded and continued my work. Mistress leaned in and kissed my cheek, whispering, “It’s going to be fine, pet.”

I felt a slight shiver at her words. What’s going to be fine? Why wouldn’t it be? It was always fine.

I stopped. A speculating slave is a useless slave, Mistress once said to me.

Astrid arrived at 7 as planned. She hugged Mistress warmly, and more or less ignored me, but I sensed it was just who she was, and not any particular antipathy towards me. It seemed like Astrid came from a world where people like her commanded, and others did as commanded, and didn’t put a lot of thought into the basis of that reality.

Astrid was striking. She looked exactly like what you’d think someone named Astrid would look like. Tall and blonde. More or less perfect and slightly athletic body. Sparkling blue eyes. The kind of woman who is out of everyone’s league.

The high-heeled leather boots accentuated Astrid’s height. Kneeling before Her with Her drink I was flighting the urge to tremble. Power and sexuality seemed to just flow from her.

Drinks… dinner… another drink. Everything went more as less as usual. I expected that it was about time for Mistress to offer me to Astrid for Her use, and that things would take their course from there. Things did take their course but the course was nothing at all like what I had been expecting.

Mistress and Astrid exchanged a glance when the after-dinner conversation reached what felt like a natural stopping point.

Katherine nodded slightly to Astrid and Astrid got up. Mistress indicated for me to stand up with a brief imperative gesture of her hand. I stood immediately, and, as I had been trained, didn’t do anything else until told to. Mistress’ words rang in my ears… “Abandon assumptions . . . you will be directed.”

Mistress snapped a leash to my collar and tugged. I followed her and Astrid out to the back deck. The feeling of being leashed instantly dropped me down.

The back deck looks out down onto the lake. In daylight it was a spectacular view, now, in the almost-darkness, the lake seemed to shimmer, as if it were feeding on the very last rays of post-sunset light. The thought flashed across my mind that I was more or less unconcerned about being outside, clad only in a collar and heels, being led on a leash. I only had a second to marvel at my own rapid transformation canlı bahis siteleri when Mistress dropped the leash and guided me the exact spot she wanted, in the center of the deck, almost touching the railing.

I looked out on the empty lake . . . darkness had just about completely taken over now; behind me were the lights of the deck, in front of me, nothing but dark water and a darker background.

Astrid came up behind me and whispered in my ear. She wasn’t touching me but I could feel how close she was. As she spoke, she slipped a heavy blindfold around my head and secured it.

“Into the darkness now, slut. This will help you concentrate.” I didn’t speculate as to what I might need to concentrate on. I focused on breathing normally.

I felt my arms being raised up from my sides, both at once. Mistress was on my right; I knew her touch. I felt something around each wrist — leather I was sure the feel and slight scent of it.

I felt the same sensations around each ankle. Next I heard sounds I couldn’t really make out but before long I felt me arms being pulled on…They must’ve been tying ropes from the wrist cuffs to the two posts at either corner of the deck.

Then my ankles were bound in the same way. The position felt odd, and I was a bit nervous, not being able to see what was going on, but it wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, and I left out a soft sigh and remembered to not worry, to breathe normally. Whatever was going to happen I clearly had no control over. I resolved to let it happen and do my best.

The blindfold was strangely comforting. I was enjoying that sensation when I felt the ropes being tightened. In a matter of seconds I was quite tightly stretched between the poles. This was decidedly not comfortable, but I stilled myself inside and tried to just breathe.

Katherine and Astrid stood behind me, murmuring. Their voices infiltrated my darkness.

“So sexy, Sis. We do nice work.”

“Yes we do, Sis,” Mistress said with a little laugh.

I heard indistinct movements, then a period of silence. The summer night air was almost still but for an occasional tiny breeze. One blew across me as I stood bound there and it felt almost cold, just for an instant. I could feel goosebumps rising and falling here and there.

There was a whisper in my ear and the goosebumps intensified. Astrid’s voice . . . soft but with a firmness and resolve to it, encouraging but somehow ominous, sent shivers through me.

“Now, slut. Breathe and relax. Focus on being the good girl you know how to be. Make your Mistress even more proud of you than she already is. Abandon to yourself to the inevitability of what is about to occur.”

There was a brief silence, then I felt two sensations, so close together that I almost couldn’t pry them apart in my mind. There was an odd sound, and then pain. Searing pain, like a burn, a sting across my back. I cried out, more in shock than in pain, although I knew the pain cries were soon coming.

Another stinging blow seemed to split me in half before I could really process the first strike. I screamed, or I opened my mouth and tried to scream. güvenilir bahis In the blackness and pain I couldn’t be sure of anything.

Then a respite, and Astrid’s voice again, her breath warm, making my flesh tingle. The sound of her voice made me excited, despite the pain and the knowledge there was more of it to come.

“It’s all right, candy… you’re doing fine. It’s all right to scream, to cry, to want with all your being for it to be over. Just stay with me and accept what is given and embrace it.”

She kissed my cheek and I think I might’ve passed out in normal circumstances.

I don’t know many times the whip snapped across my back. I screamed . . . I wondered how much of a mess I was back there — would there be scars from this? I was lost in my thoughts, lost in the darkness, swallowed up the pain and pressed down . . . down. Down into a place that was so deep, so dark, swimming in pain and yet oddly at peace there.

At a certain point I passed out, or blacked out, or something. I remembered intense pain, then the next thing I recalled, I was laying on my stomach on a padded mat, inside the house.

Mistress crouched by me and I could feel her fingers running through my hair. Her voice, at first far away, slowly became clear.

“Good girl, candy. You made me proud tonight. I love you.”

I managed to say “I love you” in return and then the darkness took me back again.

I opened my eyes and the pain in my back surprised me . . . then I remembered last night. I shuddered to think what my back must look like.

I felt Katherine behind me before I heard her voice.

“Good morning, candy,” She said, and kissed my shoulder gently.

The soft tingle where her lips touched me made me forget about my back for a moment. “Good morning, Mistress.”

“Stand up, candy. I want to show you something.”

I complied and watched as Katherine pulled a full-length mirror over. I cringed, knowing that Mistress was going to show me my back. I closed my eyes a moment, not really realizing I’d closed them. Mistress’ voice made me open them.

I had a moment of disorientation. I blinked and looked again. There was hardly a mark on me! I turned to Mistress, dumbfounded.

Her smile was bright and broad.

“That’s the artistry of Astrid, slut. She is a sorceress with that whip — She can make you feel like your skin’s been peeled off like you were a cucumber, and there’s hardly a mark on you . . . or She can make you think it wasn’t that bad and when you look your back is a bloody mess.”

All I could do was stare. There were faint pink lines, nothing more. The pain was there but seeing that my back wasn’t ripped and slashed somehow made it more bearable.

I was overcome with an emotion I couldn’t identify and turned and hugged Katherine with all the strength that was in me. She hugged me back, tight. It hurt a little more when She did that but I didn’t care. I was flooded with a thousand feelings at once, running by like a video being played back at high speed, and couldn’t stop to examine a single one.

But it didn’t matter. I held onto her and I felt loved, safe, protected . . . totally owned. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling.

“I love You, Mistress,” I said, wanting to say something more, somehow, but not having the thoughts or the words to convey the depth of what I meant.

“I love you, too, candy.”

I held onto her with all that I was and cried.

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As soon as my eyes opened i knew i had overslept. i jumped out of bed and raced to the shower, wondering if i would be punished. Shampoo ran into my eyes as i heard my Master enter the bathroom.

“Oh, shit!” i thought. “i’m gonna get it.”

“Morning Master!” i tried to be cheerful, innocent.

The shower door opened and my Master stepped in with a smile on His face and a big bunch of flowers from the back yard in His hand. “Happy birthday, my love.” He pushed shampoo from my face and kissed me hard as the shower flowed over O/our faces.

i could barely swallow the lump rising in my throat; He remembered! He’s so busy that i was afraid He’d forget and so i had put it out of my mind less i be disappointed. But then, standing there, wrapped in His arms with His smile and kisses on my lips, i felt like Queen for a Day. The flowers fell to the floor in a heap and my Master devoted His attention to me; washing my hair, and then smearing slick lather over me and rinsing it off, all the while reminding me that i’m the love of His life; the most important person in the entire world and the source of His happiness…my heart melted. When i was squeaky clean, He wrapped a towel around me and led me to the bedroom. The bed was made and a tray of tea and toast sat on the small table under the window. On my chair was a gift with a huge pink bow and shiny flowered paper.

“For me?” Giggling, i raced to the gift and shook it fiercely.

“Hey, take it easy with that!” Master laughed and retrieved the abused package from my grip.

“My pressie!” i whined.

“You’ll get your pressie in a minute, but you’re all wet,” He laughed, pulling the towel from around me and rubbing it over my dripping skin.

“What is it?” i felt absolutely juvenile, like a seven year old and i couldn’t restrain my excitement, i jumped and wriggled under the towel and when He’d finished drying my toes i grabbed the box again. If my face had frozen at that moment, i would be known as the woman with the two-foot grin.

“Go ahead, open it.” There was a glint in Master’s eyes; He was almost as excited as i was. i set the box down and wrapped my arms around Him.

“Thank you Master,” i kissed His cheeks and then His soft lips. “Whatever it is, i love it, and i love you. Being with you is a gift, and i couldn’t ask for anything else in the whole world. Well, maybe a pint of Cherry Garcia!” His arms wrapped around my waist and as He held me i remembered all the times i’d been lonely before He found me. My heart swelled into my throat and my lips clung to His. If i could be absorbed into him and become another arm or even some useless appendage, i would be content, and to know that He loves me even a portion türkçe bahis of that much, makes me humble and proud.

“So?” He pinched my butt, “you gonna open it or suck my face off?” His smile was like another kiss, sweet and warm.

The paper tore easily; not so the ribbon and i soon stood with an unwrapped box tied shut with a big bow. “Ehh,” i tugged the ends…nothing, not even a budge. i tried to slip the ribbon from the sides… too tight; when i reached for the fireplace andiron He grabbed the knife from the table and handed it to me.

“Here, this will probably do, you don’t have to beat it out of the box.” Sometimes He laughs at me like i’m simple. Sometimes i act simple just to hear that laugh. i giggled and took the knife.

When the tissue fell open i gasped with delight. It was the most adorable sundress; pastel pink and blue plaid with sketti-straps, very low cut with the sewn-in-push-up kind of bodice. “Ooooo!” i held it up smiling, “Oh, Master! Thank you! i love it!”

“Well, put it on then, here.” He lifted my arms and sipped it over me. It fit like a glove. “Hmm,” He leered at me, “very nice.” Then He piled my wet hair into a clip and told me to sit and eat.

“Breakfast too? Gee, Master, You’ll spoil me.” i giggled, peeking under the plate cover. “Waffles!” i looked up at my sweet Master hoping that my expression relayed all my feelings of being loved and pampered, of loving and appreciating.

“Eat up, W/we’ve got things to do.” He kissed my forehead and sat across the table.

The breakfast was excellent, and though i used every ploy i knew, He wouldn’t tell me what His plans were. He said i’d just have to learn patience.

Master grabbed my hand and led me to the car. “Oh, where You taking me?” i couldn’t believe how giddy i felt, practically skipping along beside Him. i hoped this ride wasn’t going to be like the last. i didn’t want to lose such a good breakfast, last time i ended up carsick on the side of the road with my Master holding my hair for me. When W/we were down the street He handed me the blindfold and told me to slip it on. “i don’t have to lay back, do i?” i was worried.

“Hell no!” He laughed and grimaced, “no lying down while driving for you, especially after eating!” Just put it on and relax, W/we’ll be there in a few minutes. As He drove, i rested my hand on His leg. The anticipation was killing me.

“Master?” W/we were leaving the heavier traffic of the city, and still i had no clue of O/our destination.

“Hmm?” His concentration averted slightly from the road.

“May i have another pressie?”

“What?” He looked at me quickly, questioningly.

“i’d like another pressie, now.” iddaa siteleri My nostrils flared just a bit as i tried to hide an impending giggle and lifted the blindfold just enough to peek at Him.

“You would, huh?” Now my Master tried to stop a smile. “And what makes you think there is a pressie here waiting for you?” Master shook His head in feigned disgust, clicking His tongue with a, “tsk tsk. You, my dear, are a very spoiled pet.” The terse look on His face couldn’t hide the smile in His eyes. i was sure i could find something hidden in the car.

“Yes, Sir.” Blushing has always come easily to me, and i’ve learned to use it.

“Yes, Sir?” He laughed as He exited the freeway and merged onto a narrow asphalt stripe cutting through a rather scraggly stand of pine trees. “And just what does ‘Yes, Sir’ mean? That you agree… but with what?” He turned fully toward me, both eyebrows lifted sharply over serious eyes.

This was probably a good time to shrink into the upholstery, but instead, i rolled my eyes and with as much coquettishness as i could muster while keeping a straight face, i lowered the blindfold and answered Him. “Well, Suhhhh,” i exaggerated His southern drawl teasingly, “Ah agree that Ah am a vehhry ‘well loved pet’, but definitely not spoilt. And, yesSuhhhh, ah agree that there is a pressie hidin’ here jest waitin’ for me.” i felt my right eyebrow angle up before i could stop it as my hand moved to His lap. “Suhh?” i peeked again, pulling the innocent gaze forward. “Why, Ah think Ah found mah pressie, Suhhh.” Now i was purring.

“Oh, really?” He looked at me condescendingly. “And, you think that My cock is your pressie, huh? You are spoiled… and it’s my fault. I haven’t denied you anything, have I?”

“No, Suhhhh.” i cooed, smiling.

“Well, since it’s your birthday…” Master chuckled and slid the seat back as i unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned toward heaven.

The car slowed as my hands slipped to His belt, and when the leather slid through the buckle a shiver slid down my spine. There’s something about that particular action, the feel of leather sliding through my hand and unwrapping the prize so to speak, that makes me wet. One hand slid under the fabric to shield my Master from the bite of the metal teeth as i slowly pulled the zipper tab, folded back His pants, cupped His warm sac and scooped His soft penis into my mouth. The smooth wrinkly flesh clung to my lips as i pulled and licked, coaxing Him to rise. His cock began to swell against my tongue and my fingers toyed with His balls as he brushed the hair from my cheek and looked down at me lovingly.

“My God, you have the sweetest mouth.” It was more of moan than statement deneme bonusu veren siteler and then the car swerved off the road and stopped. What more could i ask on my day? Nothing. Master in my mouth is better than a champagne cake or Cherries Garcia ice cream. i love to feel Him nudge my throat, sliding past my muscles, hitting just the right spot, that perfect place. No need to bob my head up and down like a carnival prize knick-knack; my Master fits perfectly along my tongue allowing me to relax and nurse easily. As i sucked and purred, i wondered at the magic of my Master’s cock… how He gives me whatever i need, sometimes more, sometimes less…He fills me to perfection.

i always lose track of time, especially when He allows me to suck Him, there’s no need for me to think about anything except pleasing my Master, He tends to everything; controls every part of the world that touches my life and keeps me safe, happy and cared for. These thoughts rambled through my mind as my fingers tangled through the soft, almost fur-like hair on His belly.

It seems sometimes that i have the power to liquefy His entire body, to urge His whole being toward His center and ultimately into me. His balls tightened within the cup of my palm and my fingers slide to His cock, finding a slow, steady rhythm with just the pads massaging and following my swollen lips up and down His engorged shaft. Pausing at the tip and sipping at the creamy drips like a hot cup of coffee i swirled slowly while flicking the hard tip of my tongue along the ridge. i can’t think of anything that is more erotic than the to taste my Master.

“Oh my God, I love to watch your lips on my cock.” He pushed my hair back and smiled at me again. “Mmmmm yes, just like that.” i struggled to keep the perfect tempo, the perfect pressure. As His hips lifted, my lips slid toward His body and the thick vein feeding His swelling cock pulsed along my tongue.

“Mmmm.” A quiet moan from the depth of my throat vibrated into an exaggerated swallow and i wedged His throbbing cock within the circle of my throat muscles and drank as He poured His love into me.

“MmmmMastermmmmm,” i cleaned Him with long slow licks, coating my tastebuds, savoring every sweet droplet.

“Your mouth was made for fucking, precious.” Glassy eyed, He pulled away slowly, letting me capture the last shuddering dribbles.

“i just knew there was another pressie for me!” i licked His belly and giggled. “Master?”

“Yes, love?” His heart still pounded heavily.

“i love you, Master.” i lay my cheek against His wet belly and cooed.

“I love you, my precious sensualpet.” He kissed my head and untangled the blindfold from my hair. Then he wrapped His strong arms around me tightly and sighed contentedly.

W/we lingered for several minutes before He slipped the blindfold over my eyes again and slid His seat forward.

“Where are W/we going, Master?”

“Hush now, mind yourself. You’ll see.”

To be continued…

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