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“Hello, Wendy, how are you doing?” Samuel asked as he looked at the tall, slender, blonde-haired, forty-something friendly woman whose deceptively frail demeanor hid more strength than most people realized. Clad in her blue work shirt and dark pants, Wendy stood at a corner near the Walmart entrance, casually smoking a cigarette in the dark.

“Hey, Samuel, I’m fine, and you?” Wendy paused to say, smiling that beatific smile of hers, though her lovely face looked tired. The two friends stood there, casually chatting. A middle-aged white dude walking into the store saw the two of them, frowned and shook his head. Wendy didn’t appear to notice, but Samuel quietly bristled.

For Samuel knew what the middle-aged dude was thinking. As a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Canadian Capital, he was used to people staring at him in a hostile manner. White guys in particular glared at him with nothing but hatred in their eyes, especially when they saw him in the company of a white female. Another one of them with one of our women, that’s what the guy must have been thinking when he saw Wendy and Samuel together.

“I’m alright, I guess, going through the breakup blues,” Samuel said, and Wendy looked at him curiously. Samuel sighed, then gave her the run-down. For the past year and a half, he’d been seeing this young Indian woman named Aneeja, whom he met at Carleton University, and they had their ups and downs. Things came to a half a week ago when Aneeja sat Samuel down, and told him she wanted to break up…

“Sorry about that, Sammy, a lot of these young girls don’t know a good man when they see one,” Wendy said, and she gently laid her hand on Samuel’s shoulder, and her eyes met his. Samuel sighed and nodded, and Wendy nodded and smiled, but did not budge, nor did she move her hand from his shoulder. For some reason, Wendy drew closer still, and Samuel’s heart skipped a beat. What was she doing?

“Sammy, if there’s anything I can do to help you in this difficult time, don’t hesitate to ask,” Wendy said with that mysterious smile of hers, and Samuel nodded sagely, and watched her extinguish her cigarette before she waved at him and walked back into the store. Not for the first time, Samuel bahis siteleri found himself noticing that Wendy had a nice ass on her…

“Thank you kindly,” Samuel said, mostly to himself, as he went back to work. As security guard for the entire store, he had the unpleasant duty of asking people for receipts when they exited the premises, and many of the customers, especially old white folks, didn’t take kindly to that. Sometimes Samuel wondered if they disliked him because he was doing his job, or due to the fact that he was a young Black man. Damn the old buzzards, Samuel thought.

Samuel resumed his post, and try as he might, he couldn’t stay focused. The young brother found himself thinking about Aneeja, the sexy and voluptuous young Indian-Canadian diva who introduced him to the world of BDSM. Even though Aneeja could be a real bitch to him at times, Samuel found himself turned on as he remembered Aneeja tying him up and whooping his ass with his own belt. Good times indeed.

When Samuel’s break came, he went to the in-house MacDonald’s restaurant, and got himself a sandwich, fries and a drink. After wolfing down his food, he went out and walked around a bit. The Walmart dominated the area, and was surrounded by shops and restaurants, forming a sort of mall for this moneyed area of the west end of Ottawa. Samuel sat at a bench near the old auto section of the store, a spot which was blissfully empty.

“You like this spot too, eh?” came a familiar feminine voice, and Samuel turned around and gasped in surprise. For before him stood Wendy, another cigarette in hand, a coy smile on her lovely face. Samuel smiled and gestured with his hand, and Wendy stepped closer. As usual, Samuel found her presence soothing, especially given what he was going through. A tough semester, the loss of a family member, and now, his girlfriend dumping him…

“It’s a great spot, Wendy, I like to come here to think,” Samuel said, and Wendy nodded and sat across from him. Gently, Wendy laid her hand on Samuel’s, and looked into his eyes. Samuel looked at her and swallowed hard, for he realized that for once, his habit of both oversharing and being vague wasn’t going to cut it. Fess up time, he thought.

“So, canlı bahis siteleri what did Aneeja do to you?” Wendy asked, her blue eyes boring into Samuel’s, and after a brief hesitation, Samuel told Wendy…everything. His first meeting with Aneeja inside the Carleton University library, their slow-burn romance, and the final, desperate moments of their relationship, which Aneeja ended because her conservative Indian parents, die-hard racists one and all, didn’t want her to be with a black man. When Samuel finished his spiel, Wendy looked at him, a tender expression on her lovely face.

“And that’s all she wrote,” Samuel said wistfully, and Wendy looked at him, smiling. Her lovely face drew closer to his, until they were inches apart. Samuel looked at Wendy, and she flashed him that mysterious, fearless smile of hers. One that was full of promise…and something else. Suddenly, it dawned on Samuel that the lady sitting across from him was quite sensual. Indeed, Wendy was a smoking hot mama…

“So, Aneeja used to dominate you in the bedroom and you miss it? What did she do, if you don’t mind my asking?” Wendy said, matter-of-factly, as she looked at Samuel, leaning back on the bench. Samuel pursed his lips, smiled and nodded. Oh, well. He opened up this can of worms. And now his friend and co-worker Wendy, of all people, was quizzing him about it. Might as well deal with it…

“Well, I miss the face-slapping and the spanking,” Samuel admitted, and Wendy looked at him and her smile changed, from the friendly smile of a concerned friend, to an altogether different one. When she leaned back on the back of the bench chair and looked at Samuel, there was an almost calculating gleam in Wendy’s normally friendly and caring blue eyes. One that Samuel, being young and naïve, apparently missed, much to Wendy’s delight…

“Hmm, Samuel, I think I can help you out, if you let me,” Wendy said slyly, and this time, she laid both hands on Samuel’s shoulders, and locked eyes with him. Wendy could practically see the wheels turning in Samuel’s mind, and she licked her lips suggestively. From the nervous way Samuel blinked, her seemingly harmless gesture definitely had the desired effect…

“Wendy, güvenilir bahis I don’t know what to say,” Samuel replied, and he looked at the seemingly innocuous, polite blonde lady he’d known and worked with for over a year, and hesitated. All of a sudden, Wendy was looking all seductive and stuff, instead of harmless, sweet and innocent. When she drew closer to him, so close their lips were inches apart, Samuel smiled. And then he kissed her.

“Hmm, your lips are sweet, Samuel, now, let’s do this,” Wendy said, a wicked gleam in her now frosty blue eyes. Samuel smiled and then stood up, facing Wendy. Smiling in a sexy, dangerous manner, Wendy rubbed her hands together, and then instructed Samuel to take off his glasses. Nodding, the young man complied, and looked at his co-worker, suddenly filled with anticipation, dread, and a bit of excitement…

“Wendy, um,” Samuel began, and he felt the sting of her slap on his cheek. Wendy lashed out and slapped the hell out of Samuel. The young Haitian man stood there, blinking in surprise, even though he’d known what was coming. Damn, the slap stung like hell…and he liked it. Wendy looked at Samuel, and smiled, pleased by his reaction.

“You liked it, right? Hmm, Samuel, I think this is going to be fun for the both of us, I love to dominate and torment men, with their consent, of course,” Wendy said, and with that, she gave Samuel another peck on the lips, and then went for a double whammy…by slapping him on the face and on the ass at the same time. Samuel looked at Wendy, stunned, and she winked, a mixture of cruelty and excitement on her usually serene features.

“Yeah, it’s fun alright,” Samuel said as he rubbed his face, and looked at Wendy, surprised by the transformation in her. Wendy looked at him and grinned. When Samuel told her about his ‘problem,’ she was secretly overjoyed. For ages she’d fancied the big and tall, quiet and reserved Haitian brother, and thrown many hints his way, but he was so into his Indian hussy, he missed them. Well, now, at last, Wendy had a good shot at him.

“Wait till I bend you over and spank you, you know, I don’t live far from the store, just so you know,” Wendy said hopefully, and she winked at Samuel before walking back into the store. Samuel stood there and watched her go, admiring the hell out of Wendy’s tight black pants. What a woman, he thought. To think this sex bomb was right under his nose, and he had no idea. Time to have a little fun, Samuel told himself, smiling as he went back to work.

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My sister Jenny is one year older than me, and an extremely cute little brunette. She has a 26 inch waist, 35 inch hips, and well formed 34C breasts. Her eyes are a mix of green / brown, and her lips are extremely full and pert. I hadn’t really noticed any of this until I was at least 18 years old. I am 6 ft, quite powerfully built, dark brown hair, full lips, and the same mix of green / brown eyes. My name is Brian.

Both Jenny and I smoke, but I always kept a supply, unlike Jenny, who always used to run out! Knowing this, Jenny used to sneak into my room each morning and quietly snaffle a couple from my packet, which I kept on my bedside table. I didn’t mind her doing this, because I always pretended to be asleep. I would actually be carefully watching the dark outline of her mound, which was always visible through her nightdress at close range, even through eyes that appeared to be closed. I would wait until she had left the room then proceed to have a good wank. I always kept a good supply of tissue under my mattress.

Jenny was still living at home when she had her 20th birthday. I had worked up the courage over a period of time to buy her a special present. I waited until all celebrations were concluded and no-one else was about before approaching her. Jenny looked sheepish and hurt as I approached her.

“How come you didn’t get me a present Bri?”

“I did Jen.” I said, and pulled a small parcel from behind my back. Jenny beamed at me.

“Open it later when you are on your own,” I said, blushing profusely. Jenny kissed me on the cheek, then ran off up to her room.

A couple of days went by and Jenny didn’t mention the present. This worried and embarrassed me. Had I done the right thing? Later that evening, when our parents had gone out, Jenny came up to me.

“Would my little brother like to see me wearing the present he bought me?”

“Yes.” I replied, not realising how eager I had sounded.”

“Come up to my room in five.” She instructed.

It was probably only two minutes before I my impatience got the better illegal bahis of me. I knocked on her door and was told to wait a moment. Eventually Jenny opened the door. She was wearing a top that extremely enhanced her cleavage, and an extremely short, red check, pleated skirt. She ushered me in.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m only going to show you what your present looks like on.”

Jenny sat down on the bottom of her bed, then lay back and raised her skirt to her waist. The tiny white see through thong I had bought her looked more magnificent than I had dreamed it could. I looked into her eyes and felt something warm inside. She looked back at me, and I could see that she liked my appreciation of her body. She then focused on the tent pole that I hadn’t realised had appeared in the front of my trousers. Once again my glare returned to the thong. It was small and stretched tightly over her extremely cute mound. Her pubic hair was neat and trim on a bulbous mound intersected by a deep pink gash. I could feel myself getting so hard that it hurt slightly.

“You can kiss me if you want.” She said.

I leaned forward over her body, my legs between hers, and let my body weight rest on her as I gently kissed those beautiful full lips. We both kept our eyes open. It felt like we were looking into each other. I became aware of the outline of her slit sliding against my erection. There was a fire burning in my crotch and groin like I had never experienced before. I exploded, and the sensation kept me pressed hard against Jenny for what must have been at least a minute. A moment later I became aware of an extremely wet, sticky feeling in my pants. Jenny pecked me once more on the lips, and I got up. As I looked down I could see that Jennies lips were now spread wide, and there was a huge damp patch between her legs.

For some reason Jenny and I didn’t speak of this again. Two weeks later I had joined the army and went off on my training. Jenny married a few months later and had two children.

Three years later, just before casino siteleri I was due home on leave, I received a letter off Jenny. Her husband had left her and she was in a bit if a state, could I visit her? I wrote back and told her that I would stay with her during my leave period.

Jenny did look a bit miserable when I first saw her, but after a day out with the children and myself, she seemed to cheer up immensely. By 8pm the children were out on their feet and went to bed. When I entered the lounge Jenny was sitting in an armchair, in her dressing gown, watching the TV. I dropped down in front of her, with my back against her armchair, and one of her legs either side of me. After a while I leaned my head slightly to one side, and pecked the inside of her thigh through her dressing gown. Instantly I felt Jenny give my head a slight squeeze between her legs. A few minutes later I did the same the other side and got the same reaction. Not wanting to push things because of Jenny’s recent situation, I left it at that for the evening.

We spent the next day at a theme park. Once again by 8pm the children were all in. This time I sat in the armchair waiting for Jenny. Eventually she walked in. She was wearing a tiny top and that short, red check, pleated skirt.

“Do you mind if I have the chair and you sit on the floor again?” She asked.

“Of course not.” I said, whilst moving.

Once in position I could feel the warm, fresh skin of Jenny’s inner thighs occasionally gently brushing against the outsides of my face. I could feel something coming to life in my trouser region. Once or twice I gently pecked the inside of her thighs, getting the same reaction as I had the night before. Jenny began to run her fingers through the back of my hair. This was something that I loved, and I began to feel a strange, but nice feeling of warmth throughout my body. A few moments later I became aware of Jenny’s beautiful mound gently grinding against the back of my neck. The stirring within my genitals now grew to a full blown throbbing. poker siteleri I began kissing her inner thigh more forcefully now, working my way upwards. I got on to my knees and turned around. The first thing that I saw was that lovely little white, see through thong, stretched once more, tightly, over that succulent mound and gash.

“I see you kept it then.” I said.

“Of course, I put it on when I’m feeling horny, then masturbate!”

“Have you ever worn it for anyone else?”

“Don’t be stupid.” She said.

We stared at each other for a while, and I could feel the heat rising in my chest. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth, and enveloped the crotch of her thong. I could feel her lips gently opening in my mouth. The thong became exceedingly damp, so I pulled it to one side. Gently I flicked my tongue around her swollen clit, then began to lap more generously at her gash. Jenny started moaning, and I stuck my tongue as deep into her hole as it would reach. Suddenly the whole of her body stiffened, her thighs squeezing my head tightly. This lasted about 20 seconds. As I raised my head Jenny began to tear furiously at my trousers in an attempt to remove them. I got the message and took them off myself. Settling once more I took Jenny’s gorgeous breasts into my mouth, sucking and gently biting her nipples. I felt Jenny’s hands grab my hips.

“Fuck me Bri.” She said.

I left the thong on, but pulled to one side. I didn’t want to climax too soon, so I took my huge erection in hand, and brushed the head gently against her clit and labia. Jenny, however, had other ideas. She pulled my hips toward so hard that I had no option, but to enter her. The inside of her hole was so warm, damp, and inviting, that I could already feel the heat entering my genitals, which were throbbing beyond belief. Jenny’s hips were making movements that I had never experienced before. Suddenly, once more, her whole body stiffened. That was it, I exploded. The two of us locked our genitals hard against each other. For a few moments I could feel the pleasure becoming more and more intense.

“I love you Bri, I always have.” Jenny said.

“I love you too Jen.” I replied.

We kissed passionately, then carried on fucking. Arrangements were made for me to always take my leave at Jenny’s, whatever her circumstances.

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Annette couldn’t stop her heart from racing the way it always was jumping inside her heart; she couldn’t stem down the tide of happiness that was racing through her veins: her husband was actually going to be away for a while — two nights to be exact. Not much, but enough for her to make do with. This morning while she was in the shower, her ears had been glued to the door and she’d overheard him booking his flight. It was scheduled to take off by 10:35 a.m. Before she’d stepped into the bathroom she had checked her watch; 08:21 a.m., it had said. She couldn’t wait for the hour to run.

She smiled to herself as she went on sponging her body.

She shared breakfast with Dan, asked him how long he would be staying up in Denver, even made facetious remark as to why he was leaving her all alone in the house.

“It’s stupid company policy, Ann,” he replied while he sipped his coffee. “They need someone reliable to go through their cost records over there and they can’t trust anyone else. Nothing I can do about it. I’ll be back by Thursday at the latest, I promise.”

Half an hour later his taxi arrived. They shared a kiss as Annette saw him to the door. He told her to be good; she promised to always be. She waved at him as he stepped into the backseat of the cab and watched as it drove away.

“Finally,” she grinned, closing the door behind her. Up the flight of stairs she went to the bedroom and searched around for her cell phone. Scrolling through her stored numbers, she arrived at the one she needed and pressed dial. It rang a couple of times before a man’s voice appeared at the other end.

“Hello?”

“Hi there Shane,” Annette hugged herself and smiled. “It’s me, Annie.”

“Hey babe, what’s up with you? How you doing?”

“I’m doing fine. I was wondering if by chance you can come on over to my place today for some fun. Will you be free?”

“I don’t know. I had someplace that I need to get to –“

“Oh come on, Shane. Don’t you go disappointing me today, please? You know how much I’ve been looking forward to having you again.” Her hand went down underneath her dress, between her legs and started feeling over her naked pussy. “Whatever it is, please let it wait,” she said.

“You want me to come on over? What about your man?”

“He’s going to be out of town for the next two days. So what do you say?”

“Is it alright if I bring a friend along?”

Annette exploded with laughter. “Twice the fun, double the action. Bring whoever you want to bring, just as long as you’re included.”

“Alright then, what time would you want us to show up?”

“How about right now. I’m so horny for you right now I can’t think straight anymore.”

The voice at the other end laughed. “You’re such a naughty slut. Alright, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Okay. Just don’t keep me waiting.”

They hung up on each other with a promise to be with each other soon. Annette fell to the bed, her legs thrown open, and began playing with herself. In her mind’s eye, she recalled bonus veren siteler images of the last encounter she’d had with Shane. She’d spent nearly half the day being with him, returning home later and told Dan she’d been with an old friend of hers back from her school days, when actually she’d been lost in Shane’s arms down at the Motel 6 which wasn’t too far from the airport where for the next two hours he’d had her legs hanging high in the air like some preacher’s hands while he’d gone ahead banging the living daylights out of her pussy. Never in a long time, nor in all her eleven years of being married to Dan, had she ever been fucked the way he had; how come all this time she’d never known that black men could fuck the way he did? Throughout that night her pussy had been so sore that when Dan wanted to get some, she’d lied again, telling him she was feeling too well. Since then she’d been waiting for an opportunity just as today was to have another go at Shane … and this time he’d said he was going to bring a friend along.

Today was going to be a hot day for her. She lay there on the bed and moaned to herself as her fingers went on working on her clit; how she wished Shane was in the room with her right there and then.

The wait seemed to be for forever, but it finally came to an end when she heard her doorbell ring out. She’d spent the last couple of minutes getting ready; she’d even loosened her thick mass of red hair, letting it all fall down to her shoulders, knowing that Shane liked it that way. Under the robe she had on, she was wearing a silk teddy, with silk matching stockings and high-heeled pumps. She’d put on lipstick and makeup that gave her a slutty-like appearance; her heart was skipping with anticipation as she hurried down the stairs.

“Coming,” she said, stopping to check through the peephole. Seeing it was Shane standing there with someone else beside him, her hand quickly undid the door’s lock and let him and his friend into her home.

“You kept me waiting too long,” Annette said, opening her arms and pressing Shane against her body as he hugged her. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do concerning that.”

“I’m sorry babe,” his hands kneaded her ass from behind her robe. “I had to stop over to pick up my friend Otis here. Hey Otis, come here and meet a foxy lady, Annie.”

“Pleasure ma’am,” Otis shook her hand. He was just as muscular as Shane was and was it not for the fact that he bore a goatee beard and that Shane’s head was completely shaved, Annette would have mistaken them for brothers or something else.

“So, how about us all getting comfortable,” Annette suggested, leading both men to the living room where she sat them on a couch and inquired if either of them would like something to drink. They both nodded their heads. She went into the kitchen and prepared them each a glass of scotch and returned to hand it to them.

“Will there be anything else?” she asked.

“Nah,” Shane said. “How about you bringing that fine ass of bahis yours over here,” he patted the space between himself and Otis. “Let me and my friend here get a good look at what you’ve got hidden under that robe.”

That was just the right cue Annette was waiting to hear. She let her robe slip down to her feet and then came over and sat between them; she spread her legs and draped each one over theirs as both men began feeling her over. Shane gave her a sip of his scotch, making her feel more intoxicated and relaxed, as his hand then returned to groping her breasts behind her teddy while Otis concentrated on her other breast, freeing it from where it lay and planting his mouth on it. Shane soon did the same to her other breast; Annette sighed and fell back on the couch, cradling both men’s head in her hand, loving the feel of their tongue and lips nibbling and sucking on her tits as it sent double electric shock travelling all round her body. Shane’s other hand went into her panties to finger her wetness, making her cry out with unbridled joy.

“Oh God, I’ve been waiting for you boys to start this all day,” she muttered with excitement. “How about we take things upstairs.”

“Yeah, I think that’s best,” Otis agreed, relinquishing her breast from his mouth. Shane did the same and both of them were one step behind Annette as she led the way up to the master bedroom.

Into the bedroom they went. Annette ordered both men to strip themselves of their clothes. Neither man wasted time in doing such; her eyes gazed at their massive erection, at the way they stood at attention aimed directly at her. Their cocks, from all her estimation, must be more than thirteen inches. The memory of Shane fucking her the last time replayed instantly in her mind and the wetness in her pussy right there and then turned into a flood. She made them sit on the bed next to each other and she knelt before them, took their cock in each of her hand and began stroking it at the same time, enjoying the turgid feel they gave to her.

“My God, will you just look at me,” she laughed, “I’ve got two black cocks in my hand, and right now I don’t know whose to start with.”

“How about if we flip a coin?” Shane asked, and Otis burst into laughter.

“Well, I guess I might as well start off with you.”

Her head came forward, her mouth came open and she began sucking Shane’s cock. She relaxed the walls of her jaw as she forced the length of his shaft down her throat till her nose was touching his pubic hair. She remained like that for a couple of seconds before letting off, gasping harshly for breath while she did. She coughed from the exertion but soon returned to what she’d been doing. Annette applied the same treatment to Otis’s cock. His seemed to taste even sweeter than Shane’s — or maybe that was because this was her first time of having him — and she gave his shaft a couple more swallows before going down on him to the hilt.

“Gaddamn!” Otis gasped. “Yo Shane, you sure wasn’t kidding when you said she deneme bonusu can suck a dick well and good.”

“Like I told you, man, she’s a regular slut for black cock. Ain’t you, Annie?”

Annette still had her mouth enveloped with Otis’ cock and could only reply with a muffled ‘Uh-huh’ while she went on deep-throating both men one after the other. She was sucking on Shane’s cock when from the corner of her eye she noticed Otis knelling beside her, his fingers probing her ass and pussy from behind. He fingered her, smacked her butt, and played with her clit; Annette couldn’t hold herself from not jumping to his touch. She still had her mouth over Shane’s cock head when Otis, now knelling behind her, parted aside her panties, and introduced his cock into her vagina.

It soon became so hard for her to concentrate on Shane’s cock as she would stroke it and moan aloud from Otis’s cock drilling its way in and out of her.

“Yeah, Otis,” Shane urged, “fuck that tight pussy of hers hard and good. She likes it hard.”

Otis grasped her waist and did as was ordered; his waist made smacking sounds as it connected with the back of Annette’s ass. It was lovely watching the way her ass seemed to bounce back at him each time he fucked her.

“Oh … Oh … Ohhh yeah,” Annette went on gasping, her mouth losing control of Shane’s cock each time Otis banged into her.

A while later, the men called tag and then it was Shane’s turn to get some of her. He pushed himself to lie further on the bed as Annette too came up to meet him. She reached for his cock, gave it a couple of strokes, before letting it disappear down between her legs. Shane didn’t waste time bending her over him, widening his legs enough as he then started thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy; his hands grabbed a handful of her ass and repeatedly he slapped her butt hard as it went on bouncing down on his cock. Annette was so overcome with rapturous ecstasy, she felt as if she was soaring high in the clouds heading towards the stars. The fucking went on like this for a while; Otis came and stood beside them, forcing her head to choke on his cock. Her mouth was still locked on Otis’ cock when reached orgasm. Otis pulled his cock out of her mouth, giving her chance to cry out her pleasure as the explosion of orgasm travelled all round her body like dynamite.

“Time for me again,” Otis smacked her butt, urging her to get off Shane. This time they had her lie flat on the bed, her legs hanging off Otis’ massive shoulders as he came forward with his cock in his hand and first slapped it against her public flesh, teasing her with it, before inserting it into her wetness.

Annette just about exploded with another high shattering orgasm as Otis locked her down and went on fucking her pussy like it was something he hated. The raw energy of him was just too overwhelming and she went on screaming for more and more was what she got. Otis gave way for Shane, who also gave her the same punishment. Almost an hour had passed before both men finally unleashed their copious semen over her. Annette lay on the bed between them, cradling her breasts as both men grunted and stroked their cocks over her.

“Now that’s what I call entertainment,” Otis said as he and Shane collapsed on the bed beside her.

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My name is Ariel, I stand 5 foot 4 inches. I have dirty blonde hair that goes down past my shoulder blades. I weigh about 120 pounds and have C cup breasts that defy gravity. I had just turned 18 when I was transferred out of my dance 2 class and put into standard gym class.

I walked into the gym 15 minutes after the bell had rung. I felt every eye turn to look at me while every guys` mouth dropped open. I was wearing a small baby pink tank top that clung to my body like a second skin. My shorts defined my ass as they hung a little more loosely. My breasts bounced and my ass swayed with every step I took. Lucky enough my tan from the summer was still there although a little faded. I sat next to one of my friends named Stephanie. Her stomach popped out of her small size like a balloon. She had pimples that went from her jaw down to her collar bone. Her dark brown hair was always pulled into a loose messy bun on the top of her head. She was nothing special but has to be one of the smartest people I know. Just last semester she sneaked into the principal’s office and changed all my F grades to B`s.

“Do you know who the new teacher is?” I asked Stephanie still feeling several people’s eyes crawl all over my body.

“No, but his name is Mr. Scott and I hear he`s really cute.” She said her smile growing wider. I bumped her with my shoulder and we laughed. We talked for about 5 more minutes about prom and weekend plans. We both turned to the door as we heard it open.

Mr. Scott walked in, my lips slightly parted as I took in the sight of him. He had to be around 6 feet tall an amazing frame of muscle. He had on a white tank top that showed off his chest muscles and outlined his abs. His hair was buzzed shaved off and he had a 5 o’clock shadow. His green eyes looked at all the teenagers in the room and finally met mine.

********

I was late and for the life of me couldn’t find my way to the gym. I wondered around the halls looking like an idiot. The school map was no help and glanced at my watch.

“Do need help finding something?” A sweet voice asked behind me. I turned around and to see a plump redhead. She had glasses and a floral skirt that when down to her calves.

“Um yea do you know where the gym is?” I asked her. She walked me to the gym with a silence. When we got to the gym I turned to say thank you but she was already walking down the hall.

“I didn’t even get her name.” I whispered. I opened the gym doors and saw around 30 kids scattered in their cliques. Everyone in their everyday clothes and talking among themselves. As I walked in more and more kids turned to look at me. Everyone looked like the average teenager and none really stuck out. That was until my eyes caught the stare of the sexiest girl in the entire gym. I feasted on the sight of her breasts contained in her small top. Her shorts barley covering her upper thighs showed her light brown skin that matched her entire body. Some of her blonde hair hung loosely in her face while most in the back. I stared into her ocean blue eyes and her plump pink lips. I imagined softly rubbing my cock head around them as cum coated her lips like lip gloss. I shook my head and looked at the clock, how long was I staring at her?

“Okay guys, my name illegal bahis is Mr. Scott and because we are starting so late, we will only do a warm up today.” I said as I walked to the front of the gym.

“Everyone spread out and begin doing crunches.” As the teenagers begin doing their crunches I walked around, making sure they were all being done correctly. I walked over to the stunning blonde and luckily she wasn’t doing them correctly. I bent down next to her and gently touched her back.

“No, see you shouldn’t arch your back as much otherwise you’ll get cramps.” My other hand reached for her stomach and I straightened her back out. My hand brushed the bottom of her breasts as I pulled away.

“Thanks Mr. Scott.” She said in the sweetest voice I had ever heard. Her smile was wide and showed off her cheekbones. All I could manage was a smile back and I started to walk away.

*******

As Mr. Scott touched my stomach I felt myself grow slightly wet. His hands were firm and I began to get lost in a thought of him groping them. I imagined his cock gagging my throat as I tried to fit him all the way down. His cock thrusting into me at rapid pace as I moaned and clung to his back. His hands lifted away from my stomach and back, bringing my away from my day dream. My thong was soaked and tried to sneak a glance to see if they made a spot on my shorts. I looked up at him and smiled thanking him for the help. His eyes roamed my body glistening from the thin coat of sweat. He smiled and walked away, the rest of the class all I could do was imagine a fierce sexual tryst between us.

When the bell rang I jumped slightly and stood up from push up position. I started to walk out of the gym with Stephanie as Mr. Scott called my name.

“I’ll catch up with you at lunch.” I waved Stephanie goodbye and walked my way up to the teacher. His eyes followed my bouncing breasts every time they went up and down.

“Yes.” I said smiling with my hands behind my back.

“I think you need some extra practice with your sit-ups and crunches. I would like it if you stayed after school every Tuesday and Friday to work on them.” His voice was deep and almost soothing to listen too.

“Yea I can do that, but on Fridays I won’t have a way to get home.” This wasn’t true but I needed a way to get him alone.

“I could drive you if that’s okay with your parents” He said, I noticed his smile growing and I hoped it was with the thought of being alone in a car with me.

“I live alone so yes that would be fine.” Again I lied but I only lived with my father and he worked most of the day than usually spent the night at his girlfriend’s house.

“Great I’ll see you tomorrow than.” He smiled and I wanted so badly to kiss him right there and feel his tongue against mine.

“Cool bye.” Without thinking I gave him a hug. I felt his muscular chest squeeze my breasts and his strong arms reach around my and hug me back. I pulled away and didn’t give him a chance to respond. I leaned against the wall outside the gym and smiled.

The weekend was a blur, for the first time in months I had no plans and was alone in my house. I started to think about Mr. Scott`s hands feeling my body and his lips all over mine. My casino siteleri hand reached to my pussy and I pushed two fingers into my moist pussy. With every thought of him my pussy grew wetter and wetter, it wasn’t long until my fingers her furiously fucking me. I moaned and grabbed my right breasts, kneading my nipple with my thumb and index finger. I spread my legs on my bed and felt myself getting ready to have my orgasm. With a few more thrusts of my fingers I squirted all over my blanket and sheets. I relaxed my body and drifted into a deep sleep.

By the time Tuesday I had finger fucked myself to the thought of Mr. Scott about 40 times. I walked into the gym after school wearing another skin tight shirt with ripped shorts. My tan legs locked as I walked in my heels. I made sure today that I didn’t wear my bra so my nipples poked through the thin fabric of my shirt.

*******

As soon as she walked in my eyes carved her body and my cock twitched in my pants. I knew she had to be mine.

“Hi uh.” Then it hit me I didn’t even know her name.

“It Ariel.” She giggled and gave me another intoxicating hug. Her firm breasts pressed up to my chest. My arms found the curve of her back and I gave her a little squeeze. We pulled away and I looked into her eyes.

“We should get started.” I said coming back down to Earth. I could see the disappointment in her eyes as she laid on the floor on the floor getting ready to do sit-ups. I got her into the proper position and she began doing perfect sit-ups. After about 10 minutes her body started to sweat and I was getting a perfect view down her shirt every time she came up. I felt myself getting hard looking at her. With how close she was to my waist I knew she could feel it too. I had to avoid the situation of her actually finding out I was getting a hard on from her.

“Okay let’s do push ups now.” I told her, as she adjusted her body her hand slipped down and fell directly on my cock. Her eyes met mine as soon as it did. She smiled her amazing smile and we kissed. Her plump lips pushed hard against mine as our tongues played with each other. My right hand caressed her head and my left held her jaw. We finally broke the kiss and it was seconds before I was pulling her top off. Her breasts popped free and I took them both in my hands and I licked in between them. I kissed all over her chest and around her nipple. I heard her moan as she pushed my head into her chest.

I took her right nipple in my mouth and my tongue flicked it. I sucked on her nipple while my other hand kneaded the breast. I went back up to her mouth and kissed her more passionately than before. I laid her down on the cold gym floor and felt her body shiver. I kissed her mouth than her breasts and down to her stomach. I un buttoned her shorts and slowly pulled them off. Her small black thong covered her pussy perfectly. I took it off and revealed a clean shaved pussy. I glided my index finger over her pussy and pressed gently on her clitoris before reaching her moist opening. I slowly stuck one finger in and was amazed by how tight she was.

I teased her with my finger as my thumb rubbed her clitoris hard. As she got wet I began viciously finger fucking her. Her hips bucked and she poker siteleri let out a soft moan. To my surprise she had already reached her orgasm. I smiled at her and licked her cum off of my fingers tasting how sweet she was. She sat up and stared into my eyes, she gave me a slow gentle kiss. I put her on my lap and she began grinding on my hard cock.

*******

Ariel got off my lap and her perfect hands fumbled with my pants button before she got it un done. She took out my 8 inch cock and wrapped her hand around it. She lowered her small plump lips to the head of my cock and kissed it. Ariel began teasing me just like I was doing to her by gently sucking my head.

I was amazed by his sized, I had never taken a cock this big. I didn’t want to tease him but I didn’t know if I could take all of him. I licked his cock from his base back up to his head before I got the courage to clear my throat and take him in my mouth. I got about half way on the first try and I heard him grunt. I started going faster, my tongue playing with his head. His hand reached down and made my head go all the down, my nose was in his pubic hair. I pulled up gagging and breathing heavy, I noticed the pre-cum surfacing and I liked it all off enjoying the taste. My left hand reached down and massaged his balls as I went all the down on his cock again. I sucked his cock and got more enthusiasm every time I heard him grunt or moan. Mr. Scott was fully hard and he brought me off of his cock and laid me on the floor. He was on top of me and guided his cock to my wet pussy hole.

I grabbed his back as he began thrusting into me gentle at first but then he gained an amazing amount of speed. My nails began to dig into his skin as he got faster and harder. I felt his balls slap against my ass with every thrust. My legs wrapped around his waist urging him to go even faster than he already was. I was about to go into my orgasm when he picked me up and slammed me against the closed bleachers. My legs remained wrapped around him and I clung to his back while he kissed my neck. I shook in my orgasm and felt my body relax. His hands gripped my ass and held me up as his cock dove harder and harder into my pussy. Without warning he took his cock out and shoved it into my ass.

I squealed in pain, it was the first time I was letting someone fuck my ass. Pain quickly turned into pleasure and I was loving every thrust he took into my ass. He held me close as he laid down and I was on his lap. I leaned forward putting my hands on his chest and bounced my ass up and down. Mr. Scott reached around my body and grabbed my ass and started his own rhythm of fucking. I moaned and kissed him my tongue locking with his. I felt my pussy start to balloon around his cock and seconds later I squirted all over him. He smiled through our kiss looked into my eyes as he continued fucking me, his balls slapping my thighs.

“Get on your knees baby, I’m going to cum.” He said this with dominance in his voice. I got on my knees and sucked the head. I worked my way all the down his cock as his hand reached behind my head and he fucked my mouth. His hand gripped pulling my hair and my mouth off his cock. I looked up into his green eyes.

“Please Mr. Scott, please let me swallow all your cum. I really want to feel it on my tongue.” I begged and heard him grunt. His cum landed on my cheek and my mouth, it was thick and took me a second to get it all down. I looked up at him and down his body. That’s when I noticed for the first time, his wedding band on his finger.

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A Lost Bet Leads To Sissification Ch. 02

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**Note to reader: Please read “A Lost Bet Leads to Sissification” as the precursor to the below story**

A week after I had lost the bet to Ethan and paid the price with my mouth and ass, he called me up to meet him at his parents place on Saturday night. His parents were still away on vacation, so we would have the house to ourselves. Excited to be completely dominated by his cock again, I gathered my things and hurried over to his place.

I arrive at his house shortly after 7pm, and I find him standing in the kitchen in tight black boxer briefs. I notice a large bulge in his pants as I close the door. I think to myself, ‘He’s already hard thinking about how he’s going to humiliate me with his cock.’ In his hand, he’s got a pair of his sisters panties, a pair of 6 inch black high heels and a pair of thigh high tights.

He throws them at my feet and he says “put these on, and get ready to worship my cock again.”

I don’t even think and obey his order. I go into the bathroom and change into my sissy outfit, not knowing what’s about to happen to me but having a feeling I’m going to be completely owned by Ethan’s alpha cock again. My small dick starts to harden at the thought of it.

I come out to Ethan sitting at the kitchen table with his sisters makeup set. He wanted to make me into a sissy slut again, and I was more than willing to oblige. I couldn’t wait to look like a bimbo slut and to worship his big juicy cock – I was craving it. This was it, I came to the realization, this was my purpose in life. To serve alpha cocks of real men anyway they desired. If they wanted to forcefully shove their big cocks down my throat, I’d open wide.

Starting to get hard thinking about what’s to come, I walked slowly into the kitchen in my heels to meet Ethan. I had to walk slow as I had never walked in heels before.

I sat down next to him as he did my makeup. After he finished up, he fastened a platinum blonde wig onto my head, making sure to secure it tightly. He chose a bright pink for my lipstick this time, and he went dark purple with my eyeliner. He showed me to the bathroom where he told me to look at myself for until he called me. I gazed into the mirror and admired how much I looked like a sissy.

I must have lost track of time because I heard Ethan yell from the other room “Crawl in here, and you better have your mouth open ready for my cock.” I could feel my erect penis stiffen in my lace panties from being told what to do. It was tiny compared to Ethan’s big girthy cock that I knew I’d be gagging on any minute, which turned me on even more. I loved being the small dicked beta sissy that had to dress like a woman to service Ethan’s thick alpha cock.

I crawled into the room in my 6-inch heels, lace panties, tights and bra, completely humiliated thinking about what he was about to do to me. Much to my surprise, Ethan was standing on the first step of the fireplace, his feet sticking slightly off.

“Before I allow you to suck my cock, you’re gong to suck on my toes. Don’t forget to lick in between them too, sissy bitch.”

‘Oh my god’ I thought to myself, ‘He’s going to make me suck his toes before I suck his dick? He’s going to make me suck on his feet before he gets his cock pleasured?’ Before I could even continue my thought, I was already on all fours on my way to suck on his feet and toes! My sissy mind just automatically listened to his orders and followed through with them like the submissive cock slave I was.

“Get your face down there and suck bitch” he demanded.

“Yes sir” I said as I lowered my head to service him. “Mmmmmhmmmmhmmm” I sucked, almost gagging as I tried to fit his whole foot in my mouth and used my tongue to lick. I then switched to the other foot, “Mmmmmmhmmmmhmmm.”

“Keep licking bitch, and stick that tongue out to get in between those toes”

“Yes daddy,” I said before sticking my tongue to go in between all his toes.

One by one I made my way in between his toes. I was doing all of this for the chance to have HIS cock down MY throat! I was such a pathetic cock worshiping sissy – I deserved to be humiliated like this!

I continued sucking on his feet that were perked slightly off the step. “Mmmmmhmmmmmhmmmm” I groaned as I submitted to Ethan’s humiliation. I couldn’t believe he was standing over me as I was dressed in panties on all fours, sucking on his toes and feet. I felt like such a sissy bitch knowing that I was going to be begging him to let me swallow his cock.

The next thing I know, I feel Ethan bend over and grab my thong. He suddenly pulls hard and my thong goes up my ass and splits my butt cheeks with a wedgie.

“Oh my god!” I moaned in surprised.

“Tell me you like it when I wedgie you, bonus veren siteler bitch” Ethan ordered.

“I love it Ethan! I love when you dominate me!” I screamed like sissy as he continued to pull my thong into my ass. “I’m your bitch Ethan, please let me suck on your big cock!”

He smiled as he looked down at me wincing from the huge wedgie he was giving me. The next words out of his mouth were “Do you want to service my big juicy cock?”

“Yes” I replied, wide eyed as I stared up at his meaty shaft.

“That’s not good enough, I want you to beg for it.”

Humiliated, I didn’t even hesitate to beg more like the sissy, cock-craving bitch he was making me, “Please Ethan, I’m begging you to let me deepthroat your cock. You can facialize me or make me swallow your load. Please, I’m begging you to dominate me with your thick cock! I want to get dominated by a real man’s juicy cock!”

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, but the more I said the harder my cock got and the more I was turned on. ‘I just admitted that I’m a bitch and I crave his monster cock, how degrading!’ I thought to myself.

Me begging was finally enough for him. He ordered me onto the couch where he laid me upside down, my thong still stuck in my ass cheeks from the huge wedgie he had given me. My feet went over the back of the couch, and my head laid right where my knees should be, hanging slightly off the couch.

He ordered me to grab my ass cheeks with both hands and not to remove them until he’s finished using my mouth.

“You asked for it bitch, get ready to be dominated by a real man’s cock” Ethan said, as he looked down at me. Ethan opened a bottle of lube that he grabbed from the table next to the couch, and he immediately started spreading it all over his cock. After he completely covered his dick, he shoved his fingers into my mouth and had me suck the rest off.

“Open wide sissy, You’re about to get another taste of some alpha cock meat.” I was so nervous because his cock was so big, and I knew he was about to use my face like the sissy hole it was.

I opened my mouth wide anyways, he slowly lowered his girthy dick near my mouth. I was upside down so all I could see was his big dick and balls getting lowered. I was so hard thinking about how I was about to have a big juicy cock fucking my mouth, and big balls slapping my sissy face.

He very slowly forced his lubed cock into my mouth, and it slowly made its way to the back of my throat. The base of his dick approached my lips, and I slowly had his nutsack cover up my nostrils. I was staring at his balls covering my nose and his butthole hovering right above my face, all while having my throat stretched out by his throbbing dick.

“How do you like the smell of my balls, bitch?” He taunted, knowing I couldn’t say anything with a mouthful of is meaty cock.

He pulled his cock out quickly as I gasped for air. “Open that mouth wide, this time you’re gagging on it. And stick that fucking tongue out, and open those eyes wide. I want you to see my big cock stretching out that mouth.”

I did as I was told, and Ethan again lowered his big cock into my mouth. Suddenly I see his hand reach down and pinch my nose shut. I try and hold my breath while his cock is down my throat, but after 30 seconds I start gagging. Glug *cough* glug glug *cough* I gagged.

“That’s right bitch, you can’t handle my cock!” Ethan then pulled his dick out and I coughed up a bunch of spit. “Don’t wipe that off your face. I want you covered in cock spit!”

I laid there submissively, letting the drool run down my face like Ethan demanded. My hands still were grabbing both of my butt cheeks as I let him have his way with my mouth. My mascara also started running down the side of my face after all the gagging I was doing on his big cock.

“Now, it’s time for me to use your face like I did your asshole last week. Open wide, keep those eyes open, and stick that tongue out.”

“Yes sir” I responded, immediately opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue, all the while keeping my eyes wide open to witness the face fucking I was receiving.

“Here it comes bitch!” Ethan then plunged his throbbing cock into my mouth and I started gagging uncontrollably as it stretched my sissy throat out. He kept pumping out and in, and I was gagging like the sissy bitch I was *Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug*

“Oh my God” I gasped in between his thrusts

Ethan then shoved his big alpha cock into my sissy mouth again. *Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug*

“That’s right, take that cock down your throat, bitch” he taunted.

*Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug* bahis I gagged as he continued to pump my throat.

“who’s my fucking bitch?!” Ethan exclaimed.

*Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug* “I’m your fucking bitch Ethan!” *Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug.

I couldn’t stop gagging as he relentlessly pounded my mouth with his cock, his balls slapping against my face with each thrust.

In his final push down my throat, he made sure to press his nuts into my nose “Smell those musty balls bitch!” I was wide eyed staring at his balls as they pressed against my nose, feeling completely like his bitch as he used my face like a fuck hole. I made sure to keep my eyes open as he degraded me, so I could witness myself being his cock slave.

*glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug* My face fucking by his monster cock continued as I gagged pathetically as his balls smacked against my nose.

As I continued to gag, spit continued to run down my face. Ethan pulled his cock from my mouth, spit still dripping off his bulging shaft onto my face. He then leaned down and started rubbing his nuts all over my face.

“You like when those balls rubbed all over your face you sissy bitch? You like smelling my nutsack after swallowing my cock”

“Yes sir” I said like the submissive bitch sissy I was as I let Ethan rub his spit soaked nuts all over my face. “Thank you for rubbing my face with your alpha balls sir!” I exclaimed.

“That’s fucking right, now stick that fucking tongue out too” I did as I was told, and Ethan soon rubbed his balls across my tongue. As I lay upside down, spit covering my face, I couldn’t believe I was having his nutsack rubbed across my face – how humiliating! I also couldn’t believe how much it was turning me on to be so degraded! First I was gulping down his huge cock, helpless gagging as he plowed my face until his nuts slapped my nose, and now he was rubbing his balls all over my spit covered face! I can only think to myself that my makeup is completely ruined and running down my face. I’m a true cock worshiping sissy slut!

“Alright sissy, I’m going to give you a break. I’m not going to gag you with my cock or rub my balls on your face. Now, I’m going to let you lick my asshole.”

“Thank you sir, please let me service you by licking your asshole!” I obediently responded.

‘Oh my god’ I thought to myself, he’s making me his complete bitch! As I thought about my impending fate of my face going into his ass cheeks, Ethan pulled my head slightly off the couch and stood over me. I was looking directly up at his bare shaved ass, cock and ballsack. He squats down over my head – oh my god here it comes, I’m about to spread apart his butt cheeks using only my face!

Suddenly Ethan grabs the back of my head with both hands and shoves my face into his ass cheeks. “MmmmRmmmRmm” I mutter as my face is firmly pushed into his ass. He rubs his smooth ass up and down my face for a few seconds, and then positions it so his butthole is right near my mouth.

“Start licking, bitch!” He commanded

I quickly start licking his asshole up and down and pressing my tongue firmly against it. It tasted like soap and musk as I glided my tongue up and down his butthole.

“That’s right, I’m making you lick my ass after gagging you with my fat cock and rubbing my balls all over your face” He taunted. I felt so degraded and yet so turned on by how he was making me his bitch.

As I was thinking about my humiliation, I suddenly feel Ethan remove one of his hands from the back of my head. I feel him move his hand down my lower back and grab onto my panties. Suddenly he jerks them tight into my ass. Oh god he’s giving me another wedgie!

He pulls hard and the thong splits my butt cheeks as I squeeze them with both hands. “You like that you sissy bitch?!” I was helpless couldn’t talk as my face was still being jammed between his ass cheeks.

Suddenly he pulls again but releases his other hand from the back of my head. “I said do you like that you sissy bitch?! Let me hear you say you like that fucking wedgie! Let me hear you say your my butt cheek bitch!”

“I like when you wedgie me sir! I’m your butt cheek bitch! I’m your fucking butt cheek bitch Ethan!!” I yelled in admission. I must have looked so pathetic with a thong being stretched up my ass, screaming that I was his bitch. My hands firmly grasped my butt cheeks, as Ethan didn’t allow me to remove them. God the thong was so far up my ass as I winced in pain.

“I’m your butt cheek bitch Ethan!” I cried “I like when you pull my thong up my ass! I’m your butt cheek bitch!”

Ethan then unexpectedly stopped. He then removed my black thong from up deneme bonusu my ass crack, giving me temporary relief from my humiliating wedgie. He pulled it off up over my heels and then looked down at me.

“Open your mouth bitch,” he said. I opened wide as he demanded, and Ethan stuffed in the panties that had just been in my ass crack. Not only was I tasting his ass, but he was making me taste my own too!

“You better keep those panties in your mouth. I don’t want to see you try and spit those out. Now open wide” Oh my god, I was about to get face fucked with my own panties in my mouth! And they had just been up my ass!

Ethan started to face fucked me as I tried to not swallow my panties or spit them out. I could taste a vague hint of sweat from my ass as Ethan rammed his dick into my mouth. I proceeded to gag helplessly as he continued his domination of my face with his veiny, bulging cock. *Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug *Gasp* Glug glug glug glug glug glug*.

Spit bubbles were running down my face and mouth as I watched Ethan’s cock shaft go in and out of my mouth, pumping away. I could feel his head penetrating my throat as I continued to gagging like the humiliated bitch I was *glug glug glug glug glug glug glug* “I’m your fucking bitch” I screamed out when he pulled his cock out of my mouth briefly.

My words were slightly muffled by the panties I still had in my mouth. “I’m your fucking bitch Ethan! You own me Ethan! I’m your fucking bi-*glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug glug* *gasp* “Oh god you fucking own me Ethan. I’m your fucking bitch!” I cried, before he took his meaty cock and jammed it in my mouth once again. *Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug*

“Aright bitch, time for you to be covered by my cum. I’m going to mark you for good as my bitch. You’re about to get a huge fucking cum facial. Get on the floor, on your knees.”

I crawled off the couch and onto the floor. I couldn’t wait to be degraded with a huge facial. “Take those panties out of your mouth and worship my fucking nuts while I get ready to cover you with cum.”

I quickly took the panties out and opened my mouth wide. Ethan dropped his still spit covered balls into my mouth. “I want to feel that fucking tongue bitch, swirl that thing around my nuts. I want both of them in your mouth the whole time before I unload on your face.”

I had a mouthful of his balls and was licking all around them. As I was working his nutsack, Ethan was jacking his soaking wet cock. I could feel him getting closer to cumming. I keep sucking on his nuts, not letting either of them leave my mouth.

“Alright bitch, get your face up here. Stick that tongue out, and get ready to be facialized by a real man’s cum!”

Oh my god, I couldn’t believe I was about to get facialized by Ethan. He fucked my mouth, rubbed his nuts on my face, had me lick his asshole, and now was about to cover my face with his cum – how humiliating! I couldn’t help be turned on by how much he had degraded me, and now was about to put his finishing touches on conquering me by humiliating me with a facial.

He started tensing up. “Here it comes bitch!!” Ethan’s massive cock suddenly started spurting a huge glob of cum that splattered right across my forehead “That’s right bitch, take that fucking facial!!” He grunted as another glob of cum shot out of his throbbing cock and landed on my right eye and cheek. He continued to to spurt a few more globs of thick cum on the other side of my face, another one across my forehead, and finally one that landed right on my lower lip and chin.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed “keep that mouth open” he said. He squeezed his cock, and one last glob of cum landed directly in my mouth as I stared up at him wide eyed, completely in disbelief at the massive load I was facialized by. Holy shit, his complete conquering and degradation of me was complete for that evening.

“You got glazed like a bitch. You better thank me for my cum” he taunted as I sat there covered in his jizz.

“Thank you for the cum sir!” I said as it was dripping off my face. I was completely drenched and speechless. ‘My face got ruined by Ethan’s cock’ I thought to myself as I sat on my knees covered with spit and cum.

“One more thing,” Ethan said. I looked up at him and he was holding his phone, pointing it directly at me while I was dripping in his cum.

Oh my god I thought, he’s recording me!

“Relax, it’s only for me,” He says. “Look into the camera and tell me just happened to you, in your words, slut.”

I stared into the phone, “I got dominated and humiliated by your big alpha cock Ethan. You made me into your cock worshipping sissy slut. I then got drenched by a huge cum facial. I’m your submissive sissy slut Ethan, please degrade and humiliate me more.”

“Good description,” Ethan remarked. “Now clean yourself off. Next week I’m going to butt fuck your brains out. I’m also going to film it this time, so you better pick out some new clothes…”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

Note to readers: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years of age. The two young men involved are 19, soon to be 20.

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Sherri, my across the street neighbor, and I were sitting in my kitchen having coffee one morning when she posed a question.

“What do you think of older women and younger men??”

I laughed, not mocking her, but because I was surprised at the question. Sherri gave me a quizzical look.

“I’m not making fun of you,” I said. “It just struck me as an odd question, given that such relationships have become so common in recent years.”

Sherri took a drag off her coffee, and gave me a puzzled look. “I’ve been married too long,” she said with a laugh. “I’m really out of it!!”

“Don’t feel bad. It happens to most people who are married long term. You don’t really pay attention to the dating world. As it turns out, I think it’s a great idea. My first wife was almost 16 years older than me.”

“Yeah, I think I remember you telling me that. It didn’t work out so well in the long term, if I recall.”

“True, but it wasn’t the age difference that got us. We just got headed in different directions. Maybe to some degree age related, but mostly not. It was complicated, like most things. So, what brings on that question??”

Sherri hemmed and hawed a little bit.

“Come on, Sherri, don’t be shy. Nothing wrong with a little college cock. It will keep you young,” I teased her.

She smiled. “You know my son was on the varsity last year??”

“Yes, I recall. Seemed you were always running him to practice, or off to a game at some far flung high school ball field somewhere.”

“Yeah. Well, toward the end of the year, we had a pool party for the team. It was a lot of fun having the guys over, and everyone had a good time.”

“Which one caught your attention??” Sherri took a gulp of coffee. I laughed. “You’re really jittery about this, aren’t you??”

Sherri swallowed and took a breath. “There was this kid, Kevin. I’ve known him, like most of the kids on the team, since he was maybe, ten?? So he’s been around a while, almost part of the family.”

I gave Sherri an inquisitive look. “Hmmm…See him in a different light all of a sudden??

Sherri smiled. “I saw him in tight swim shorts.” Her eyes got big. “It was, um, a revelation!!” Her face got red at the thoughts she was having. I could see her nipples poking through her thin tank top.

“So, one of your son’s little friends grew up, huh??”

Sherri was still blushing. “You could, um, say that.”

“How did you discover this??”

Sherri told her story. “The guys were playing around in the pool, and I was also in and out.”

“And what were you wearing??”

“I have this bikini. It’s not too revealing, has good coverage, so I’m not falling out of it.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of a two piece on horny teen boys,” I said, laughing.

“Yeah, on a 44 year old mom with a big ass. That’s a turn on!!” Sherri said, laughing.

I laughed. “Your ass is not big, really. You should see the way you fill out a pair of jeans. To most guys, myself included, that is one primo ass. You have a great set of tits, and you’re well proportioned. It’s no wonder you were getting a reaction from your son’s friends. So now, what did Kevin do that was so interesting??”

“Every time he looked over at me, it seemed he was hard. Really hard. He tried to hide it by getting down in the water, but he was poking out pretty seriously. And it seemed like he was watching me an awful lot.”

I looked at her. “You obviously have not looked at yourself in a two piece. I guarantee you, every guy at the party probably had a good stroke session afterward, thinking of you in that bikini, Kevin included. Especially Kevin. They’ve probably blown their loads for you many times during the last couple of years-or seven. You have that wonderful girl-next-door quality that really comes out when you’re in blue jeans and a flannel shirt, or shorts and a tank top, especially when it’s one of these thin tops with spaghetti straps that pull away from you because those pretty boobs stretch them so,” I said, reaching over to snap the strap on her top. “It’s intoxicating. And you’re built.” I smiled at Sherri, who seemed surprised that I was pointing out her attractiveness.

Sherri frowned. “Come on…”

“No, really,” I said. “Next time you have the team over, put on the bikini, and watch the guys. I guarantee you they all have a good eye on you. You should up the ante, and get a bikini that’s just a tad more revealing, and watch their reaction.” Sherri took a drag on her coffee, looking at me curiously. “Really. Try it. Then watch those swim shorts bulge.”

Sherri blushed and smiled. “I’ll have to check that out,” she said finally. “I just wonder if he’d be interested if I showed some interest.”

“I think a look at him next time you’re all türkçe bahis at the pool will give you your answer. From what you’ve said so far, it seems he’s quite interested.”

Sherri laughed. “Yeah, I’d say!! He was filling out that suit pretty well!! The only thing is, I’m 25 years older than he is.”

“Well, how serious do you want to make this?? I mean, if it’s just to have some fun with a young, nicely built, athletic college kid, age isn’t really relevant. Both of you are free and over 18, and all the parts work; at least I know yours do,” I smiled at Sherri, who blushed again. “On the other hand, if you’re after something more serious, there are some questions that will need to be addressed, since you are each at very different places in life. Somehow I think it’s more the first situation than the second.”

Sherri laughed and took a drag on her coffee. “Definitely the first. I saw him pushing out his shorts in the pool, and wondered how it would be to handle that thing, feel it in my hand, stroke it…” Her voice trailed off and she got a far away look. Sherri is the queen of hand jobs, and I could see the wheels turning as she was obviously thinking of giving Kevin a good stroke job.

I reached across the table to take Sherri’s hand. “I think if you want to try Kevin out, you should go for it. It’ll be the highlight of his young life, and you’ll have a lot of fun, too. Here’s a question for you, though: can he keep his mouth shut??”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it,” said Sherri, with a puzzled look.

“Kids that age-what is he, 19??”

“Yeah, he’ll be 20 later this year.”

“Kids that age tend to want to brag about their experiences. Given his reaction to you, that might be a real possibility.”

“Would it matter?? I mean, it’s not like I’m married any more.”

“True, but sometimes sons can be protective of their moms, as if they don’t have any experience in life. He might not react well to Kevin bragging about banging his mom. He might not be too happy about Kevin banging his mom in the first place.”

Sherri laughed at the notion. I continued, “He might not think too highly of you for banging his buddy either. That could create some friction between you. Things could get pretty tense around your house.”

“Yeah, good point,” said Sherri, looking pensive, then up at me. “I’ll have to seek out what I can. Hopefully he won’t be broadcasting this if it happens. I’ll have to feel him out somehow.” Sherri smiled, a dreamy look in her eyes. “He does fill out a pair of boxers very nicely…”

“Summer’s coming on. Why don’t I come over this week some time and help you open the pool. Or better yet, have Kevin over to help, then wear something subdued but sexy, something that says ‘girl next door, but who’s hiding a hot fire under her walking shorts and tank’ that will get his attention.”

Sherri thought a moment, taking a final drag off her coffee. “Yeah, maybe we can do that,” she said, squeezing my hand. “It’s going to be really warm Thursday and Friday. I’ll let you know what I come up with.”

“The trick will be keeping your plan from your son. You don’t want him spoiling the party.”

“I should be able to work something out. It’s not that unusual for Kevin to be over when Brian isn’t home.”

I got a text on Wednesday. “Boys coming over tomorrow to open pool.” Ah, Sherri has a plan. I can see into Sherri’s yard from my deck. It’s slightly downhill, and the angle of our houses is such that I look right at her pool. I’d occasionally enjoyed seeing her there over the years. The binoculars helped!!

Thursday rolled around, and I was keeping an eye peeled for the kids to come over. Around 3:00, her son’s car rolled up, with Kevin right behind. I watched as the boys came out onto the deck, followed by Sherri, who was wearing cutoffs and a bikini top. Looks like Kevin will be getting an eyeful today. They set to their paces, the boys unlatching the tarp of the in ground pool, steadily working to remove it and not get winter debris in the water. Sherri was close by, supervising, and I could see that Kevin was getting a good look at Sherri’s not very well concealed C cup tits, since she was up close to him a lot, frequently leaning forward.

Once the task was completed, the Gatorade flowed, and Sherri sat out by the pool with the boys as they took a break from their labor. A few minutes later, Brian got up and went to his car, backing out of the driveway, heading off who knows where. A minute later, I got a text from Sherri.

“I’m so horny. Been teasing Kevin all afternoon. He’s BIG in his suit. Sent Brian for hamburger meat and buns. That should get him out of here for a while.”

“Cool. Should I be watching??” I sent back.

“Yes,” came the reply, with a devil emoji.

A minute later, I saw Sherri come out of the house, sitting down by Kevin on a chaise. He was in a pair of board shorts, Sherri still in her cutoffs and bikini top. They talked a moment, then Sherri pulled his iddaa siteleri head toward her, kissing him. He put his hand in her top. I could see him feeling around, getting a good heft on Sherri’s left breast. She swung around, and I saw her hand go to his crotch. “The Queen of Hand Jobs claims another subject,” I thought. This kid’s in for a treat he’ll long remember.

Sherri rubbed the outside of his shorts for a couple of moments as they kissed, then she reached up the leg. I saw her pull away from the kiss and smile, pushing up the leg, exposing Kevin’s easily 8″, very stiff cock. Sherri looked up at him, saying something. I was too far away to hear any conversation, not that it mattered. I knew where things were going. I just hoped Brian wasn’t in a hurry to get back. I knew this was going to be quick anyway.

Sherri smiled, stroked Kevin’s cock a couple of times, then leaned over and put the head in her mouth as she held the shaft, her hand slowly moving up and down. After a few minutes, she stopped stroking, and held his cock, her head now bobbing up and down on him. Kevin was clearly enjoying the experience, his head leaned back on the chaise, alternating with watching Sherri’s blonde head bobbing in his lap. She stopped, releasing him.

Sherri then had Kevin stand, pulling his shorts off, leaving him completely naked, his large cock sticking out straight in front of him, his balls hanging low. I could see what Sherri saw in him: tall, dark hair, nicely toned body-he is a ballplayer, after all-and a well developed cock and balls that I’m sure she was going to enjoy. She turned her back to him, and he untied the top of her bikini, freeing her full tits to swing in the sun. He reached around, cupping them, and, showing what I thought was good presence of mind for a 19 year old, kissed her neck and earlobe. She turned back toward him. As she moved, I could see her nipples standing out quite prominently.

Sherri sat back down, again taking Kevin’s cock in her mouth, sucking him for a few minutes, then taking it out. She kissed the head, and started her stroke job, looking up at him, occasionally putting the head of his dick in her mouth. She started to pick up her pace, apparently aware that her son would be returning soon-it had now been about 20 minutes since he left the house.

Sherri now moved quicker, giving Kevin a good lube with her saliva, then pulling him out and stroking quickly, determined to finish before Brian returned. I saw her check her phone. Maybe she told Brian to text when he was on his way back. Smart girl, I thought. She looked up at Kevin, and took him deep in her mouth, pulling him out slowly, his cock in her slowly stroking fingers. I thought Kevin would pass out. He closed his eyes, and I saw his hips thrust.

Sherri was ready. A long white streak hit her in the face, splashing down onto her left tit, then another that she aimed at the right one. She continued to stroke him, more slowly now, letting him shoot into her fingers. I could see his cum dripping from them as he spewed as only a young man can. Sherri took it like a pro, letting his cum go onto her tits, and stroking it back over his cock. It seemed like he was going to cum forever; he must have blown nine or ten good spurts, along with some that just spilled over.

Sherri finally stopped stroking, just letting the last of his cum ooze into her hand. When he was done, she looked up at him, licking the cum off her fingers as she smiled. Then she took his cock in her mouth, licking it clean. She had just about finished with Kevin when Brian’s car pulled into the driveway. I saw the two of them say something, and Kevin quickly put on his shorts as Sherri beat a retreat into the house. Kevin went over to the grill, lighting it, watching as the burners lit. A few minutes later, Sherri and her son came out onto the deck, Sherri back in her top. She gave Kevin a look, making him smile. They made their dinner, as if nothing had happened.

About 10 PM, I got a text from Sherri. “You up??”

“Always, for you,” I sent back. Five minutes later, she was coming into my kitchen, still in her cutoffs and bikini top.

“I am so horny,” she said, coming over to me. She took my hand and led me to the sofa, kissing me hard when we got there. She pulled my t-shirt up and off; at the same time, I untied her bikini top. She unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, letting them drop to the floor, revealing my stiffening cock. I stepped out of them, and she pushed me to the sofa, then undid her cutoffs, letting them drop, revealing her strawberry blonde curls as the shorts slid down her legs. She was already well along, her open lips framing protruding inner labia.

“Were you like that all day??” I asked, nuzzling her furry twat.

“Yeah,” said Sherri, “I was hoping I’d get a chance at Kevin, especially once I saw his cock. I wanted it from the moment I pulled his shorts down.”

I reached forward to pull Sherri to me, but she pushed me so my back was against the sofa, deneme bonusu veren siteler and straddled me. She kissed me again, and I felt her curls on the head of my cock, then the familiar plunge as the head pushed through her labia, straight to her cervix. Once she had me inside her, she started riding. She rode hard, as if on a mission. She leaned back, and I watched my cock sliding in and out of her spread, wet pussy. I pulled her to me, kissing her, then releasing, taking a nipple in my mouth, then the other.

That sent her over the top, and she screamed, her hips a blur as they shook and thrust. I was getting there rapidly, too.

“Gonna cum,” I said, less than three minutes in.

“Do it. Give it to me,” said Sherri, breathlessly.

I pulled her still shaking hips tight to me and unloaded wad after wad of sperm deep into her spasming cunt.

“Yeah, flood me. I need a big load inside me!!” Sherri was still out of breath, now more so since I was blasting hot semen into her womb. She finally collapsed onto me, burying her face in my neck as she regained her breath. As she came around, she kissed me again.

“Kevin leave you wanting??” I asked.

“Only because we didn’t have enough time. I sent Brian out to the store so I could have a few minutes with Kevin. I knew he was going to have a nice cock, but I had no idea til it was in my face. I’d have fucked him if I thought I had time.”

“The hand job and blow job was still pretty good,” I said. “I saw what went on from over here.”

“It was, and he came a lot. When I saw that, I decided I wanted to feel him cum in my pussy, but there wasn’t time. As it was, we almost got caught.”

“I noticed. I wondered if you’d make it in the house before Brian saw you.”

“I just made it into my room as he was coming into the house.” Sherri smiled. “Close call!!”

I laughed. “Well, there’s always next time.”

“Maybe next weekend. My ex has the kids, and I’ll be here alone. I think I can get Kevin to come over.”

“I bet you can. Maybe even for a sleepover.”

Sherri looked at me, the wheels turning. “I’ll think about it. I’m not sure I want to move things that fast.” She smiled. “I did play with him after dinner, kinda sneaky.”

“Bet there’s a story there!! Do tell!!”

Sherri laughed. “After dinner, we watched a movie, one of the Avengers films. I sat on the end of the sofa, the boys to my left. I had put a tank over my bikini top, and was still in my cutoffs. As the movie got going, Brian was totally into it, and wasn’t really watching Kevin and me. I had put a blanket over us, since he was cool from being in the pool earlier.

“Once I saw Brian was really into the movie, I reached over and put my hand on Kevin’s thigh, slowly rubbing. He moved his leg toward me, and I was able to get my hand into his pants leg.”

“Bet he loved that.”

“He did. I had to hold him so he would stay still. It wasn’t hard to find his cock, which was hard!!” Sherri laughed at the juxtaposition of hardness. “I slowly played with it, very slowly, so Brian wouldn’t notice.”

“If I know anything about your hand jobs, that had to be exquisite torture for Kevin.”

“I’m sure it was,” said Sherri. “But I couldn’t give us away. So, I very slowly rubbed the head, and just below it. It probably took a half hour, but he swelled, and I knew what was coming. I backed off, and just let him throb, til I felt a warm, sticky, gentle flow seep through my fingers, and down his thigh.”

“How did you hide that from Brian?? I know it was under the blanket, but still…”

“I got lucky. Brian got up to pee, and as soon as he was out of sight, I pulled my fingers out and licked them off, smiling at Kevin while I ate his cum. He got me back, though.”

“I’m sure…”

Sherri laughed. “After we all had a pee break and made more popcorn, we got back on the couch. I covered us up, and Kevin held my hand under the blanket. Once he thought Brian was distracted enough, he started slowly rubbing my thigh, first up to the edge of my shorts, then higher, getting up under them. I shifted so he’d have an easier time of it, and it wasn’t long before he was running his fingers through my bush. My pussy was already primed, but his teasing made me start to juice, and he was rubbing my pussy cum all over my thighs. Then he started running a couple of fingers up and down my pussy lips, then over my clit.

“I was already primed, as I said, so it didn’t take much for me to get to the finish. Fortunately, I cum quietly but still, I was so hot by then, it was hard to hide.”

“Did you??”

“I think so. Kevin teased til there was a loud part in the movie, then pushed two fingers deep, right over my clit. That sent me over the edge. I know I felt like I was going to pass out for a moment, the rush was so good, but I didn’t scream or anything. The blanket hid my shaking hips.”

“That’s pretty amazing control,” I teased her, laughing.

“Yeah, and I wanted to rip into Kevin right then, but it wasn’t going to be a good example for my son,” said Sherri with a smile. “That’s why I was in such a frenzy when I came over. After Kevin left, I had to have some release.”

I smiled and extended my hand out in a welcoming gesture. “I am at your service, my lady.”

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As things started to heat up between Laurent and my girlfriend, I began to regret my decision to hide under the bed. I had envisioned witnessing a harmless make-out session, and because Irene and I had only ever done that fully-clothed, my expectation was that Laurent and Irene would remain dressed too. Now with her bra and top lying in a heap on my bedroom floor, and her level of arousal elevated by the attentions of the twins, I had to be realistic, and accept that I might end up witnessing much more.

“Are there buttons or a zipper?” Laurent asked, looking for guidance on how to remove her skirt.

“It’s an elasticated waist,” Erica chimed in, as she removed her lips from Irene’s nipples. “Designed to facilitate removal,” she added with a giggle.

Laurent removed his hand from Irene’s upper thigh, and grabbed the skirt by its hem. As he tugged downward, Irene raised her hips and lifted her ass up from the makeshift bed. This motion served a dual purpose, both to make the removal of the skirt easier, but also to clearly convey her consent to Laurent’s continued advances. Once the skirt slid over her feet, Laurent tossed it on top of the ever-growing pile of my girlfriend’s clothing.

Irene was now naked except for her panties, and the twins were both butt-naked, having undressed each other earlier, under Laurent’s direction. Erica switched places with Laurent, the two of them exchanging a brief but sensual kiss. Then, as I watched on intently, the young Czech girl lowered her beautiful face between Irene’s thighs, kissing her tenderly through her silk panties. I had an unobstructed view of the action now, although I remained well hidden behind my pile of blankets. Erica kissed Irene’s stomach too, before planting a few tender smacks on her inner thighs, leaving traces of peach lipgloss each time she made contact with my girlfriend. Finally, when she was done teasing, I saw Erica extend her tongue, and start to lick Irene through the silky material that was still providing her some modesty.

Irene arched her back again, and let out another loud moan of pleasure. Emboldened by the response, Erica pulled my girlfriend’s panties to one side, and began to lick Irene’s exposed clitoris. Irene approached orgasm very quickly under this stimulation, and reached her hands down to touch Erica. She locked fingers with Erica’s free hand, and grabbed a fistful of Erica’s long blonde hair, with her other hand. As Laurent and Jessica sucked and nibbled Irene’s nipples, she arched her back, curled her toes, and had a strong orgasm on Erica’s face.

Irene was quite vocal when she came, and I realized that this was the first time that another person had got her off. I assumed that she occasionally masturbated, although I had never witnessed it. However, judging by the look of absolute delight on her face, her latest orgasm had been one of the best of her life.

Erica didn’t canlı bahis give her much time to compose herself, lowering her tongue back to my girlfriend’s clitoris, as soon as she stopped moaning. The second orgasm happened very quickly, and Irene’s legs were quivering as she came on the young girl’s face.

Laurent looked up from Irene’s breasts, and issued Erica a new instruction.

“Take her panties off and let Jessica have a turn,” he said commandingly.

Apparently, the twins were used to taking direction from this French stud, because as Erica slid my girlfriend’s panties down her toned legs, Jessica removed her lips from Irene’s other breast, and knelt by the side of my girlfriend. Erica raised Irene’s panties up in the air, so that Laurent could see that she was now naked, and then tossed them onto the pile of clothes, right by the bed. Then the twins changed places, and Jessica lowered her tongue to Irene’s sex. I am not sure if Jessica was more proficient in the art of cunnalingus, or if her twin sister had brought Irene to the boil, but the change in sexual partner worked wonders, and Irene started to orgasm every few minutes.

In between her orgasms, which I watched in their entirety, I focused on my girlfriend’s panties, that were just a few inches from the bed. I definitely had not seen this pair before, and wondered if they had been newly purchased along with the skirt and top. They were hot-pink, to match her new bra, made of silk, and very tiny. I had a quick look to make sure that the four of them were pre-occupied, and then extended my arm slightly towards the pile of discarded clothes by the bed, and grabbed Irene’s panties.

The tiny silk material was wet to the touch, presumably from where Erica had licked Irene’s sex through them. As I examined the crotch, I could see that it was soaked with my girlfriend’s vaginal secretions, which was no surprise. What was surprising though, was the flaky residue of dried secretions, that were evident over most of the thong. Apparently, Irene had been creaming her panties long before Erica ate her out, long enough ago, in fact, to have allowed the evidence of her excitement to have completely dried. Maybe dancing with Laurent had got my girlfriend hot, or maybe it was the prospect of moving on to the next part of the expansion of her sexual horizons. Either way, my future bride had self-lubricated and was intoxicated, feeling no pain, and ready to accommodate his next request.

Moments later, Irene came again, her back arched, toes curling, stomach muscles tight, and both hands embedded in Jessica’s hair.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out. “That was incredible. I am done.”

My girlfriend lay panting on her back as Jessica’s face emerged from between her thighs. I could see Irene’s juices all over the young Czech’s chin, nose and lips, but Jessica seemed completely unperturbed. Laurent kaçak iddaa stood slowly, and the twins rose to their feet and stood either side of him. I averted my gaze to the upright mirror, the positioning of it such that I had a great view of the three of them. The twins started to unbutton Laurent’s tailored shirt, rubbing their manicured nails through his chest hair as they undressed him. Once his shirt was off, they placed their feminine hands on his zipper, slowly lowering it, as if they were unwrapping a prize. The button on his jeans was next, before they lowered his Levi’s to the floor. As he stepped out of them, and stood there naked except for his Calvin Klein briefs, I finally got a good look at his body.

Any remaining thoughts of getting into a physical altercation with this man vanished as soon as I took in his ripped physique. His shoulders were broad and muscular, honed from years of competitive sports. His pectoral muscles were very well-developed, protruding from his upper body in direct contrast to his washboard stomach, which was flat, and devoid of any body fat.

His six-pack was clearly visible, and had been the chosen location for many young ladies, for body-shots during drunken frat parties. The twins stroked his cock through his briefs, until it was completely erect, and trying to escape the confines of his underwear. Once it was apparent that he was ready for action, they offered him whatever he wanted.

“What are you in the mood for papa?” Erica asked seductively, using the French word for Daddy.

“Let’s start with a blowjob,” he said assertively. “Show Irene how I like it.”

“Irene, come here,” Erica ordered, as my girlfriend rose slowly from her back. “It is payback time.”

When I first heard Irene cry out “That was incredible. I am done,” I questioned the wisdom of letting Laurent know that he had orchestrated her complete sexual satisfaction. He seemed like the kind of guy that would expect reciprocation, and as Irene arose shakily from the makeshift bed, and rolled over on to her hands and knees, his dominant streak emerged.

“Stay on all fours,” he instructed her. “Crawl to me.”

I was willing her to get to her feet, and to tell him to go fuck himself, but to my disappointment Irene let out an embarrassed giggle, lowered her head submissively, and began to crawl naked across my bedroom floor towards Laurent. As she crawled away from my vantage point under the bed, I observed her naked ass, and her wet pussy. It was the first time I had ever seen her naked, albeit crawling towards another man in order to suck him off. I could see traces of peach lipgloss on her inner thighs courtesy of the lovely Erica.

I could also see her secretions on her inner thighs, her labia and in her neatly trimmed bush. I had always wondered how Irene kept herself down there, and I was pleasantly surprised to see a well-groomed kaçak bahis tuft of reddish brown hair, rather than a shaved pussy, favored by the twins, and most modern porn-stars.

When she got to his feet, he lowered his hand, placed it under her chin, and lifted her face up, so that they made eye-contact.

“Good girl,” he said, condescendingly. “Today’s lesson is blowjobs. Watch and learn.”

I breathed a sigh of relief once I realized that my girlfriend would be observing today, not participating. We had never got anywhere near oral sex, although I had experienced two blowjobs in my life. They had both been embarrassingly brief affairs, terminated abruptly by my premature ejaculation. I had always hoped that I would be the lucky recipient of Irene’s first blowjob, so to hear Laurent say “watch and learn,” was a huge relief.

Erica and Jessica lowered themselves slowly to their knees, on either side of Laurent, with their backs to me. I had been so focused on Irene that I lost track of the twins, and as I viewed them from the rear, I had no clue which was which. They truly were identical in every way, distinguishable only by their voices, and the fact that Erica was bit more assertive. Even as they raised their perfectly manicured hands to remove Laurent’s Calvin Klein briefs, their matching nail-gloss gave no clue as to their identity. It wasn’t until one of them gave him a kiss on his rock-hard abs, leaving a perfectly formed lip-mark, that I was able to tell from the peach colored lip-gloss that it was Erica.

The twins began to suck his cock enthusiastically, lewd slurping sounds emanating from the middle of the room, as they attempted to mimic the style of oral sex most viewed in pornographic movies. I knew that Laurent was exposed to a lot of women and enjoyed a lot of sexual encounters on campus. For this reason, it wasn’t surprising that he had incredible stamina. I would have exploded within a few seconds, had I been subjected to the attentions of the twins.

Laurent let the twins blow him for about ten minutes, as I watched the back of their heads bob up and down on his cock, and Irene observed from a very close proximity. Laurent was talking to the twins, although it was a very one-sided conversation, seeing as how they both had a mouthful.

“Oh girls, that feels great,” Laurent sighed. “I will take care of you guys next. Reciprocation is the key to a happy encounter.”

A few moments later, as Jessica disappeared under his swollen nut-sack, he made them another promise.

“Yeah Jessica, right there baby,” he moaned. “After I come, I can’t wait to get you guys off.”

By the time that it occurred to me exactly what game he was playing, it was too late. Irene realized that she had taken her pleasure first, enjoying the attentions of the rest of the group without any reciprocation, and her guilt compelled her to do the right thing. Before I could warn her, she spoke up, uttering just about the last words I wanted to hear.

“Laurent,” she whispered quietly, her sense of fair-play overriding her desire to remain chaste for me. “Can I have a turn? I feel like I owe you one.”

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Chapter 5

Beatrice was the first to regain her composure. Not because she was over how amazing Ash looked, but because as the director of this shoot she needed to be professional. “Alright Jolene, I believe you can take it from here. You got the shooting schedule right?” Beatrice asked trying her hardest not to stare at her son too much. The change was shocking to be honest. Never in a million years had she thought Ash would come out looking this good.

“Yeah, right I’ll get my stuff.” Jolene said forcing herself to snap out of it as well. This was her first time working with a trans model and while at first she had been nervous that she would have a hard time selecting outfits for him or should that be her? That nervousness had now completely disappeared. This would be just a job like any other as far as selecting clothes went. Ashely looked good enough to probably even pull off just wearing a trash bag. He job would be very easy.

Ashely herself felt overly excited. Everyone’s reactions had been so much better than she had ever dared dream of. At the same time a slight sadness filled him as well though. This was only for a day. After today he would just be back to his plain normal self. Then there was also a slight nervousness. He could tell that Keira was pissed and it scared him to no end. No matter what happened he knew his sister would come after him. Maybe not right away, but the moment they were alone she would try something.

A few moments later Jolene rolled in two big racks of clothes and pushed them into the room he had just come from. “Alright Ash, follow me please.” Jolene said casually trying her hardest to just make this business as usual. She had to admire this guy doing a shoot like this all dressed up and made up like a girl had to take balls and she wanted to treat him as normal as any other model. No need to make this more awkward for either of them. She was a professional after all.

While Ash disappeared back into the changing room Sarah poked her friend Dean. “Quite staring ass hat or I’m going to become jealous.” She giggled jokingly at Dean who obviously had a hard time wrapping his head around what he just saw. He always tried to keep an open mind, but he never imagined he himself would ever have a crush on a guy. It just felt somehow weird, but he didn’t mind. After all no one could blame him after seeing how hot Ashely looked right, shifting uncomfortably he had to adjust something in his pants.

“See, I told you she looked spectacular right? I mean just wow. Keira your brother really is a hotie I mean wow, just wow.” Sarah spoke in sheer awe. Unlike Jessy she hadn’t been able to see the potential, then again she had never really worked with guys dressing like girls and she was simply blown away by the result.

“I guess he looks okay yeah. I mean Jessy did a really good job that’s for sure.” Keira said somewhat reluctantly, complimenting Jessy as she didn’t want to compliment her own brother. Inside her anger only grew though. This was all so fucking unfair and she hated it. How the hell could that shit head look so much better than her? On top of that it seemed like she had just lost all allies in mocking her brother. Just great.

Jessy who had been observing everything from the side was very pleased. This deep routed fear Ash had wouldn’t just disappear from one day onto the next, but all the positive reactions should certainly help in making him feel a little more comfortable in his skin. She was very pleased that not only had she been able to show Ash what an amazing girl he made, but that she had also been able to show the others, all of whom looked pretty convinced.

Back in the changing room it was just Ash and Jolene. Keira hadn’t felt the need to join them now that she realised she wouldn’t be able to mock Ash anyways. “Alright Ashely, I believe you already put on the base for the first outfit. Would you mind dropping that robe so I can see?” Jolene asked as casually as she could.

When Ash dropped the robe however she couldn’t help but catch herself staring once more. His crotch looked so flat and those breasts so realistic. It was simply shocking. Quickly regaining her composure Jolene spoke up once more. “Alright, Looks like you just need a garter belt, a pair of stockings and a pair of heels to make this first outfit work. We’re going to shoot a number of different things. The first shoot will be in lingerie.” Jolene explained as she handed ash a matching pink lace garter belt, a pair of nude coloured sheer nylon stockings with a broad pink welt, back seam and Cuban heel.

Ash had no problems at all putting on the garter belt. He didn’t have any problems with stockings either, forgetting how this wasn’t really normal for a guy to know after the confidence boost he had gotten from Jessy. He simply rolled the delicate nylon material up in a doughnut which he then expertly rolled up his smooth leg. Stockings were really his favourite piece of clothing. They just felt so sexy and good on a pair of smooth legs.

Jolene was somewhat bedava bahis shocked seeing how easily he managed his stockings. It was something she usually had to help many models with, but Ash seemed to have an appreciation for just how delicate the material was. There was no way that this was his first time doing this. Hell he even took care of the back seam. It was even more surprising after working with Keira who always treated the material rather brutishly. Jolene always brought extra stockings along if she knew they were for Keira. The girl simply did not learn or care.

With one of the stockings rolled up his legs Ash then took the other and repeated the process before attaching the garter straps, front and back with relative ease, once again checking to see if his seams were straight. This baffled Jolene even more. Back garters was something she needed to help nearly every model with, especially if the stockings were seamed, yet Ash put them on perfectly without help. When he looked up and saw the surprised look on Jolene’s face he blushed. There was no way this woman didn’t realise he had had practice at this. In any case it was too late to fix that now.

“Good now all you need are the heels. It’s important to take smaller steps and walk heel to toe when wearing them. If you walk nonchalantly or take big steps you might lose balance and trip. Just keep your back straight and imagine you’re walking a tight rope.” Jolene said helping Ash in a pair of very high lacquered pink heels. She supported him for the first steps which assuming that as a guy Ash wouldn’t be able to walk in heels, especially not ones this high. When he seemed to have no problem with them however she quickly let go, not all that surprised after what she had seen when he put on the stockings.

“Alright, I guess my work’s done for now. You’re ready to go for the first part of your shoot. I just know you’re going to do a fantastic job.” She said encouragingly as she opened up the door for Ash to enter the living room once more. The room where Dean had set up the scene to shoot.

Just like last time everyone went silent once more as Ash, now quite a bit taller and looking just as realistic even though he was now only clad in lingerie emerged. “Damn, I still can’t believe she isn’t like a real girl.” Dean exclaimed a bit too loud.

“Ah Ashely you look fantastic. So are you ready to start shooting? If you need a moment that’s fine as well. We’re ready when you are.” His mother said trying to put her dressed up son at ease. After all it was important for a good shoot that the model felt at ease.

“I think I’m ready.” Ash said somewhat nervously as he trotted forward, stepping on the set Dean had prepared. It consisted of the huge white leather couch usually just standing in the living room. White faux fur blankets and pillows along with a solid pink background screen matching Ash’s lingerie.

Stepping on set Ash stood around quite awkwardly. This was the part he really had no clue about. Sure he liked striking poses in front of his mirror when he played dress up, but now that he was on the set for his first ever professional shoot he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Once again Beatrice couldn’t help but notice how natural Ash seemed at walking in heels. She didn’t comment on it though. No now the shoot was the most important thing at hand. There was no need to potentially embarrass her son. Especially not with how he was slowly starting to feel at ease. “Alright Ashely. Why don’t you sit down in the centre of the couch? About right here. Place your feet slightly apart, rest your elbows on your knees and let your arm hang in between them. Try to give a serious look in the camera.” Beatrice said as she helped position Ash who was feeling nervous but also excited.

Stepping back Beatrice could see the nervousness show on his made-up face. “What’s wrong sweetie? Look I can understand you’re quite nervous about this, but there is no need to be. You look amazing and I’m sure you’ll ace this shoot. Now try to relax. Breath in and out, deep breaths. You can take as long as you want. When you’re ready just try to give the camera a serious look. Imagine Dean just said something clever and deep. Obviously you need to use your imagination for that one, but try.” Beatrice offered, throwing in a joke to lighten the mood a little.

Dean helped along by pouting lightly while everyone shared a giggle. It did help a little, but he wasn’t quite there just yet. It all got ruined when a frustrated Keira tried to push her own agenda through. Fuck all this bull shit she wanted to embarrass her brother and so she suggested. “Why don’t you just make him do a limp wristed wave and a giggle? I’m sure those come much more natural to the sissy.” Keira said viciously as the room fell quiet and Ash’s nerves returned full force.

Beatrice turned around and Keira instantly knew she had fucked up. Her mother looked pissed. Making her realise she had gone too far, at least further than this situation allowed. casino siteleri She would have loved nothing more than to see her brother perform what she had just said, but it didn’t fit with the genuine shoot everyone else wanted to participate in.

“Keira! You’re insufferable today. You were the one who insisted on this bet. As far as I remember you were more than eager to take this all the way, to do this shoot, to give Ash the best possible chance to either win or lose the bet. It isn’t because you are about to lose that you should be a bitch about it. I’m heavily starting to suspect that you’re the sore loser here instead of Ash. One more interruption like that and you can take the bus home. Now get out of here while we do this shoot cause I have a feeling it’s you who are making Ashely nervous.” Beatrice ranted to her shocked daughter.

“But mom!” Keira started trying to build herself a defence.

She was instantly cut off by Beatrice though. “No buts, get out of here right now or go home if you think you can behave you can come back but I don’t want to see you here again for at least the next hour. Go take a walk or something to cool off.” Beatrice reacted firmly, having lost her temper.

Knowing better than to continue arguing Keira just cursed under her breath and angrily stormed out of the lakeside house, taking her mother’s advice and going for a walk. She was pissed out of her mind, but without allies to humiliate her brother there was nothing she could do. Ash should count himself lucky. At least until she had him alone once more. Oh he might be safe now, but he would pay eventually. That’s what Keira told herself as she walked along the lake’s side.

Back in the house the peace had returned. Everyone had gone completely quiet after Beatrice’s outburst actually somewhat scared to face her anger as well. Beatrice was professional enough not to let that anger shine through to others though. “Where were we. Oh yeah, Ashely sweetie. You just try to throw a serious look in the direction of the camera.” She said taking a pleasant tone again. The sigh of relief going through the room was nearly graspable.

To Ash it came as quite a surprise to have his mother stand up for him like she did, and that against his sister who nearly always got what she wanted. It felt good though to be supported like this. Together with the removal of Keira from the room it did really help his nerves. Adding to the support Jessy put her thumbs up and gave him a sweet smile.

Finally feeling a little more confident now everyone present seemed to accept him like this Ash was able to put on the serious look his mother had requested. “Perfect!” Beatrice commented encouragingly as she shot her made up son a bright smile while Dean took shot after shot, narrowing down the best ones was something to be done after the shoot.

“Now lift one hand up to your cheek and imagine Dean told a really fun joke. Yes I now, there’s a lot of imagination involved here.” Beatrice said with a smirk, gently guiding her dressed up son through the poses, directing him in ways that would work best in her opinion.

From sitting on the couch she directed him to lay down, to stand, to act like he was adjusting his stocking,… At the start it had felt a bit awkward to direct her son in how to seductively pose in lingerie, but he was playing along perfectly. Soon Beatrice managed to put herself over her slight reservations and look at her son as if he was just another model and they were trying to sell a product. It worked out great for the both of them when that awkwardness disappeared as it was one less distraction.

Soon Ash was able to forget all about his nerves and just enjoy life as Ashely, the professional model he had always dreamed off being. No one in the room gave him any funny looks. At least not once they had gotten over their amazement of how good she looked as a girl. After that everything just changed into pretty much a normal shoot. Not only Ashely was genuinely smiling, but so was Jessy. This was the entire reason she did what she did. She loved helping her clients on a path to self-acceptance.

After the lingerie shoot the background was changed to a plain white one and Dean took close-up shots of Ashely’s face and hair. Sarah performed a few light touch ups to the hair in between shots, but even from this clos up angle Ash looked amazing thanks to the amazing make-up job from Jessy and his naturally pretty features.

From the close-ups things progressed to the shooting of a long stylish evening gown. Then to a more playful summer dress, followed by a casual pair of pants and a t-shirt. Eventually they changed locations to the home gym looking out over the lake to shoot a workout outfit. Beatrice wanted to add as much variety as possible in this shoot. It would make Ash’s portfolio all that more desirable. It would also make things way easier to pitch Ash for a wide variety of fields in the future. A future that was looking very bright judging from the results they bahis siteleri were getting.

“Jessy, quick question. How well will your makeup and work hold up against water? Can we risk a waterside shoot? Maybe even in the water?” Beatrice asked as they wrapped up the workout part of the shoot and Ash went back to the dressing room with Jolene.

“I guess a dip in the water should be possible without ruining the look. The only thing that might fail is the makeup, but unless you use makeup remover or soap I don’t see it getting ruined that easily. Still I would advise to do the in the water part last of all just to be sure.” Jessy suggested, her job here might have been done for a while already, but she was more than happy to stay along for the shoot. It was wonderful seeing Ash blossom like he had.

The shoot might have been going strong for a few hours already, but Keira had never returned. Her walk did nothing to appease her. It only made her angrier. Why did her mother have to ruin this just when she had Ash right where she wanted him? It had originally been a threat from her mother, but the more she had thought about it the more she was in favour of the idea. She had no desire to see all the supportiveness and care for Ash. This was supposed to be her day, her time to shine, her fun at humiliating Ash. Instead it had all been about him.

If she couldn’t have what she wanted then she might as well go home and come up with a way to get what she wanted anyway, maybe not now, but soon. Very soon. Keira didn’t bother to let her mom know that she had gone home.

Back at the lake side house Ash had been dressed in a simple yet sexy neon pink bikini. It looked amazing on him, just like every outfit he had put on had. All his working out, the underground hormones although Jessy had made him realise how dangerous those were and Jessy’s work had made sure of that.

As he was led out Ash was giddy with excitement, seeing the surfboard at the lake side. This was the exact kind of shoot he had always been dreaming off. His excuse of the surfer dude to though hiding his real desire to be the bikini model in a similar setting.

By now Ash had slowly turned out being a natural at modelling. His confidence was way up. All the tips from his mother as far as posing went at the start of the shoot had paid off big time to the point where he now pretty much found the best positions on his own, even improvising from time to time. It had actually turned out being so much fun that he nearly forgot that he was trying to hide the fact that he was actually enjoying this.

Modelling with the surfboard was a blast. It looked extra spectacular with the setting sun over the lake. While the water was on the cold side Ash was simply out of his mind when he got to go in the water, recreating those very same pictures he had idolised over and over again. Although he didn’t spend long in the water it was amazing. Coming out he was cold though. His mother waiting on him with a thick cosy towel.

“You did amazing honey, I’m proud on you. Now why don’t you follow Jessy, ask her to help you with taking everything off and take a nice shower to warm up again?” Beatrice offered nicely. She was very pleased with the results of the shoot and what she had seen today only confirmed her suspicions of these past few days. Ash was a little too good at all of this and he had a little too much fun to supposedly hate it. Not that she minded in the slightest. He seemed happy and it also made for a nice business opportunity for her. Maybe he would be up for more of a career instead of just helping her out with the difficult situation of the model who had fallen.

“That sounds like a plan.” Ash said now a little shyer again. The shoot was over and he realised he might have been acting way too happy modelling all those outfits. The self-doubts and self-consciousness returned once more full force. Jessy was right there waiting for him though. Wrapping an arm around his towel wrapped torso she guided Ash back inside while Beatrice remained behind handling business with the others.

“Your mother is right. You really did amazing Ashely, now let’s get you all cleaned and warmed up.” Jessy said sweetly. Ash might not fully realise it yet, but she had seen that his mother knew something was up. She had seen that she seemed to support it and that made her happy. She would of course keep her promise and not tell a soul about what Ash confided to her, but knowing that he would be met with support when he decided it was time to come out filled her with joy.

“So did you have fun sweetie? What was your favourite outfit to shoot in? It seemed like you manged your nerves really well, but did you? I hope you weren’t too concerned while shooting.” Jessy asked once they were out of earshot, genuinely curious to know whether Ash’s enjoyment had bee a charade or if he had stayed nervous only hiding it well.

“I was so nervous at first, but to be honest after how amazing everyone was during that lingerie shoot I kind of forgot about how weird and wrong this shoot actually was you know? I mean this all shouldn’t have made it out of my room let alone on camera, I…” Ash started ranting, his insecurity after the fact returning full force, but Jessy was quick to silence him with a finger to his lips.

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Amateur

The master of ceremonies, what an officious and odious term for this piss-ant lecture series, introduced me and stepped back as the audience politely applauded. I stood up from the folding chair, praying I wouldn’t have to sit in it again when I finished my speech, and walked to the podium. It was wide, wooden lectern, the kind you used to see presidents and world leaders clutching during speeches. I resisted the urge to grip the edges and say, “My fellow Americans…,” but only because I was supposed to be a grown-up today.

I placed my notes on the podium, adjusted the microphone and said, “Thank you, Captain Henderson.” The mic didn’t send a shriek of feedback through the speakers, and I was a little disappointed. If you can’t count on the clichés, what can you count on? I made sure my notes were all present and in order, cleared my throat and said, “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I would promise to keep it short, but considering this lecture hall is air-conditioned, you might appreciate a bit of dragging-on.”

There were so polite laughs, and I cleared my throat. When I looked up again, my eyes were drawn to movement in the third row. It was all I could do not to react, to shift my attention to the next row back so I wouldn’t stare. Even though I wasn’t looking at her anymore, the flash image of her face was burned in front of me. Elizabeth, her dark hair done up in a prim and proper bun, sitting there with a pad and a pencil like a student, despite all the actual students being in uniform.

“Today, I’m going to talk about the unreliability of eyewitness testimony.”

I am a police detective, asked by a former teacher to give a speech to a group of cadets from the academy. There were a few civilians in the audience, but there was absolutely no reason for Elizabeth, my partner, to be there. I had actually told her not to come. I managed to control myself enough to look at her again. She had on a pair of glasses I had never seen before, with thick black rims, and she wore a small, self-satisfied smile. Her tweed jacket and matching skirt made her look like a professor, but her white blouse was unbuttoned far enough that no one would confuse her for some stodgy bookworm.

“In… ahem, excuse me. In many instances, an eyewitness testimony could make or break a case. But, in most cases, conflicting reports could cause confusion and even muddy the investigation.”

Her legs were crossed at the knee and she gently bobbed her foot in the air. I could see her high heels and felt a twinge below the belt. I loved when she wore skirts and heels. It wasn’t always feasible on the job, but after work, at home, I had very many fine memories of her prancing around wearing a pair of stilettos, sheer stockings and nothing else. Remembering those nights and mornings when she had put on her little show made my cock stir in my trousers. I met her eyes, saw the mischievous glint there, and suddenly knew why she had shown up.

The little minx.

I continued on with my speech, thankful I had written it down exactly as I wanted to say it. All I had to do was keep referring to my notes and I shouldn’t get lost. No matter what my treacherous partner might have up her sleeve.

I wasn’t an accomplished public speaker, but I knew enough that I couldn’t give the entire speech with my chin down, nose buried in the pages. So I looked up, scanned the crowd, made eye contact with a few, and then, against my better judgment, looked at Elizabeth. She shifted in her chair, tugged the hem of her skirt down a little farther and crossed her legs going the other way. She stopped pretending to take notes and brought her hand up to her face, thumb extended under her chin, pen between her index and middle fingers like a cigarette. She parted her lips and caught the cap of the pen between her teeth. I could see the pink flutter of her tongue working around the shaft of the pen and flashed back to that morning, waking up with my cock in her mouth, her fingers working my balls as I roused from slumber.

I was now undeniably hard, and I could only hope I calmed down by the end of the speech. All I had to do was avoid looking at Elizabeth for the rest of the time. Of course, bonus veren siteler if you cover your eyes from the Wolfman, you’ll never know when he’ll attack. Better to know what the monster is up to, because otherwise your imagination will fill in the blanks more horribly than reality ever could.

“One witness may describe a man of average height,” I said, amazed my voice was still steady, “while another, taller witness may call him short. This is a matter of perspective and, while confusing, is not the biggest problem of eyewitness testimony. Everyone lives inside their own heads, and are products of their own experiences. Therefore, one person may see a blue van where someone else, with other problems occupying their mind, may remember a blue vehicle or, in one case I investigated, a Harley-Davidson motorcycle was seen as a brown Mustang convertible. Quite a disguise that bike had.”

There were some polite chuckles. I looked at Elizabeth, now admitting I couldn’t keep myself away from her. She was smiling, and her hand was now idly scratching the exposed part of her chest. Her fingers caught and twirled her necklace and I again had a mental flash of her. Her breasts cushioned against my thighs, her lips parted and her tongue lightly circling the head of my cock before she took it fully into her mouth.

‘Take me, for instance,’ I thought. ‘If asked about this graduating class half an hour from now, I’ll remember absolutely nothing other than the cock-tease in the third row.’ Albert Einstein could have flown into the room in Amelia Earhart’s lost plane, declaring that Hitler was alive and hiding out as a performer in a London burlesque show and I would have been useless as a witness.

“One famous example is the basketball game where several students were asked to keep track of fouls, errors, free throws, et cetera. Halfway through the game, a man in a gorilla suit ran out onto the court. After the game, the professor asked the students to describe the gorilla. The majority of them had no idea what he was talking about.”

Elizabeth uncrossed her legs again, and this time put her knees together. She balanced her elbow on her knee and leaned forward, her shirt falling open a bit. I could see the shadows of her breasts, her cleavage and that soft, white skin I had licked just over two hours ago.

I remembered the first time we had sex. A long case, a victory party, too much beer and a congratulatory kiss that turned hungry within a matter of seconds. In her dim kitchen, at three in the morning, she had undone my pants and took my cock out. I groaned as I kissed her, her hand wrapped around my cock and tugging it to full mast. I turned her around and pushed her jeans down around her thighs, bent her over the kitchen counter. The next morning, I woke up worried, hung over and ashamed at what we had done, sure I had taken advantage of her and that she would at least ask for a reassignment, at most get my badge taken away.

Instead, she strutted out of the bathroom fully naked, pulled the blankets away and climbed on top of me. My cock slid easily into her pussy and she later admitted she had masturbated in the shower thinking of what we’d done. “But this time,” she said, “I get to be on top.”

Elizabeth was the mistress of the quickie. Down and dirty, quick and easy, she knew how to get it done. A hand job in the car, going down on her in the interrogation room, or her straddling my desk chair while I tried to do late-night paperwork, fucking me quickly before rising, wiping her thighs and casually saying, “I’ll catch you at home, okay?”

I realized I had been talking mindlessly for the last five minutes. I looked down at my notes to figure out where I was. Thank God for my multitasking mind, the same mind that had solved the Spencer kidnapping while in the shower with Elizabeth. My body had been focused on my cock pressing against the crack of her ass, and my fingers had been working Elizabeth’s clit, and suddenly my brain snapped the two impossible alibis together. “Oh my God. It was both of them.”

Elizabeth brought her hands up, squeezed her breasts together and said, “Yes, and aren’t they marvelous?” I grunted, bahis pressed my cock into her ass and gave her what we jokingly call a ‘triumph fuck.’ Solving cases was only barely about justice and the legal system anymore. I wanted to win so I got to have this wild, wanton, unbelievably animal sex with the woman I loved. I pulled her hair, she clawed my back, we shouted and grunted in each other’s faces as sweat dripped off of us. Sometimes she was on top, sometimes I was. More often, we were up against the wall or she was on my lap in the car.

I pretended to look down at my notes and checked my crotch. My erection was bulging against my trousers, utterly undeniable, and I was on the last page of my speech. Fucking wonderful. I cleared my throat and watched Elizabeth slide her fingernails over her throat, down to her chest. She twisted her body and the gap between her blouse buttons widened. I saw flesh, no bra, and I knew she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt, either.

I wrapped up the speech with a few summarizing sentences. The crowd applauded politely, although I’m sure my robotic recitation had been anything but applause-worthy. I was still painfully hard, my pants tented in front of me. I looked at Elizabeth, whose lips were pursed in amusement. She knew what she had done to me, and she knew I couldn’t leave the podium. Not without embarrassing myself. Then, inspiration.

I started to turn and swept my arm across the podium. My papers fell to the stage. I muttered a mild curse and crouched down, gathered up my papers as quickly as I could without bothering to rearrange them. Trying to look like I was just trying to keep them from falling, I hugged the papers to my waist, rose into a crouch and waddled to the edge of the stage.

“Detective Rhoades, ladies and gentlemen.” A bit more applause, and I felt I deserved it for my graceless, but pride-retaining, exit. I hurried down the backstage hallway, hoping to find the bathroom to take the edge off a little bit. I was almost to the universal ‘man/woman bathroom’ sign when a side door to the auditorium opened and Elizabeth slipped into the hallway. I adjusted my course to intercept her.

She smiled and looked down at my pants. “Very nice speech, Detective Rhoades.”

I grabbed her wrists and shuffled her backward until she was pressed against the door she had just used. “You think that’s funny? Huh? That could have been a disaster.”

She squirmed against me and rolled her head back on her shoulders. “Right. But I think it ended up being… triumphant.”

I raised her arms over her head and held them there with one hand. I moved my other hand between us, gathered her skirt and jerked it up. She spread her legs and I pressed into her. “Yeah? You like teasing me?”

“Mm, I love it,” she murmured. She thrust her hips forward.

“Say it.”

“Please,” she whispered. She stretched, leaned out and kissed my neck. “Please fuck me.” I had guessed right; she was bare under her skirt. I cupped her pussy with my hand. She was wet, so at least the teasing hadn’t been entirely one way. I slipped one fingertip easily into her and she moaned.

“How do you want it?”

“Please, Nicky…”

I slid my hand down her arm and she obediently kept her hands over her head. I brushed my knuckles into the cup of her armpit, one of her many unusual erogenous zones, and moved my hand to her breast. I squeezed through her blazer and shirt and she arched her back with a low, drawn out moan. “Please,” she whispered. “I need you to fuck me.”

“From behind?” I reached down, unfastened my pants and let my cock out. It seemed to expand, following the scent of her wet, horny pussy.

“No…” She put her arms down, around my shoulders, and I braced myself for her weight. She leapt and I caught her with practiced ease. I guided my cock until the tip pressed against her folds, and we locked eyes as she sank down onto me. I backed her up until she could lean against the door.

Through the thin wood, I could hear the speaker who followed me speaking into the microphone. Not loud enough to drown us out, but not so quiet we had to stay utterly silent. I raised myself onto my deneme bonusu toes and thrust deep, and she gasped. I had moved my hands to her hips, but I shifted so I had two handfuls of her ass. I pulled her into me, and she raised her head to look into my eyes. I met her gaze, all red-hot anger at the game she had played… and then I smiled.

Her lips pulled back in a vicious grin, she touched her tongue to the corner of her mouth, and she groaned loud, long and low. “I wanted to be under that podium,” she gasped. “I wanted to be sucking your cock while you gave your little speech. I wanted your hot come in my mouth, on my face.”

“You want me to come on you?” I hissed. “Or in you?”

“On me… on my face, in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

“Then get down.”

“Are you gonna come?” she asked, in that frightened little girl voice I couldn’t resist.

“Yes…”

I let her go and she slipped off my cock. She dropped to her knees and took the tip of my cock, wet with her juices, into her mouth. She gripped the base with one hand, massaged my balls with the other. She alternated between sucking on my captive head and swirling her tongue over the slit. She relaxed her grip on the base and started to slowly stroke up and down my shaft. I ran my fingers through her hair, then leaned forward and braced myself against the door. I arched my back and came, and she whimpered as I filled her mouth. I looked down and watched as her head moved as she tried to swallow what I had given her, but some of it trailed out. She spread it along my cock with her lips when she began to take my softening cock in long, slow strokes, and it clung to her fingers as well.

When I was spent, my cock flaccid between her lips, I pulled back and stroked her hair. She stood up, pressed her body to mine and let my cock rub against the warm material of her skirt. It was enough to get me hard again. She cupped my penis in her warm hand, let it slip between her come-wet fingers, and kissed me. Her mouth was full of my come and I groaned as she slid her fingers up and down my cock. We swapped it back and forth, our tongues battling each other, and she finally swallowed it all.

I remembered her spread out across the mattress that morning, naked, her thighs pressed together and her breasts hanging heavily against her arm as I dressed. She watched me do my tie, and told me I had nothing to worry about. I was going to be great, I was going to knock them dead. I had expressed my doubts. “You just need something to distract you,” she offered.

“Like what?” I asked. “You?”

“You want me to be there?”

I met her eyes in the mirror and smiled. “You’d definitely be a distraction. Maybe too much of one. Thanks for the offer, though.”

“I don’t have anything to do today.”

“Seriously,” I said, walking back to the bed. I bent down and swatted her ass. “Don’t come.”

“Okay,” she said. She turned her head to me and accepted my good-bye kiss and I thought that was that. But now, here, in the corridor outside of the lecture hall with my cock sticking out of my pants, I realized I hadn’t been nervous for a single second of my speech. I could barely remember giving the damn thing. All I remembered was the seductive woman in the Hot Librarian glasses giving me the eye from the third row. It was like I said in the speech… realization dawned.

“Eyewitness testimony?” I asked.

She smiled. “If I asked you to describe just one of the cadets in that room…”

“There were cadets in that room?” I asked.

She laughed, kissed me hard and backed up. She put my cock back into my pants, another move that nearly woke it up again, and zipped me up. She kissed the corner of my mouth and stepped away. “So. Are you done with your adoring public? Or do you want to give a lonely, young co-ed a ride home?”

“I thought you were a teacher,” I said, already following her down the hall.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether I’m on top or on bottom.” She winked, bit her lip and walked toward the exit doors. I was supposed to stay for the rest of the speeches, show solidarity with my fellow speakers. I watched her ass sway in the tweed skirt, watched her legs in those high heels. The confident, spine-straight way she walked slowly, so certain that I would be right behind her that she never looked back once. She didn’t even look back when I caught up with her and swatted her ass.

But she did smile.

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A week later, the headmaster informed Erika that Bethany Crister had been caught smoking marijuana again, a fourth offense. Stage four punishment was called for, and Erika listened intently to Mr. Smith, as he outlined what he had planned for Bethany’s punishment.

Five minutes before classes ended for the day, Erika made her way to Mr. Smith’s office. In his private bathroom, she stripped naked and got set up as Mr. Smith had outlined for her. She cracked open the door just a bit and watched and waited.

Five minutes later, and Mr. Smith led Bethany in, and she knew what she was going to get.

“Miss Crister, you’ve been punished three times, and yet here we are again, for a fourth offense. This is the last punishment you will receive, you will be expelled, and your parents will be very unhappy. I heard them talk about sending you away to one of those military-style boot camps, to see if that will straighten you out.”

Erika could see her face get very pale, and she looked like she was about to beg for another chance, but Mr. Smith cut off her pleas.

“Miss Crister, please, save your breath. You’ve had more than enough chances to change your ways, and I warned you that a fourth offense would mean expulsion, no exceptions. And, your last round of punishment. Drop your panties Miss Crister, and bend over my desk, you need more caning!”

As she took the position, Erika slipped out, and Mr. Smith smiled as he saw her totally naked, except for the harness and 10-inch strap-on dildo she was sporting. He handed her the cane, and Erika trembled with excitement, Bethany bent over the desk, her skirt flipped up, panties on the floor, Bethany’s white, perfect cheeks, draped over the desk. Erika grinned, they wouldn’t stay white for much longer, she was going to tan her hide, that instrument in her hand, ready to give Bethany’s sexy ass the whipping of a lifetime.

“Brace yourself, Miss Crister!”

Erika drew bedava bahis it back and whipped the cane forward. Bethany howled as it made contact, and Erika quickly drew back and hit her ass again, Bethany’s second howl of pain filling the room. A red haze of lust descended, and Erika gave Bethany’s ass the paddling of a lifetime, she caned those cheeks again and again. Bethany’s ass was getting the worst whipping ever, her loud shrieks of pain filling the office, as Erika swung the cane, over and over, watching the red marks criss-cross her ass. Erika silently counted out 24 strokes, 4 sets of “six of the best”, and saw the results, Bethany’s sexy ass had become fiery red, burning globes of blazing agony. She tossed the cane aside and quickly spread some lube over her dildo.

Mr. Smith said, “Stay right where you are Miss Crister, your punishment is not complete.”

Erika pulled apart her ass cheeks, saw the tight rose shaped pucker of her asshole, it fired her up, she placed the lubed dildo against her tight asshole and slammed it in. Bethany howled as she got her tight back door plugged, Mr. Smith had busted her asshole virginity the last time, but it was no less painful to get her tight asshole raped again, and Erika drove in, painfully parting the tight walls of her asshole until she was buried right to the hilt. Grabbing Bethany tightly by the hips, Erika pulled back and drove in again, Bethany’s howls of pain filling the room as Erika slammed against her well-whipped ass cheeks, raping Bethany’s tight asshole. In, out, in, out, Erika was alive with pleasure as she power-fucked Bethany, dildo raping that incredibly tight teen asshole. Bethany was getting reamed out, not knowing that she was getting a dildo rape from Erika, and she was stunned at Mr. Smith’s staying power, how he could ass fuck her, and resist the need to explode. She wanted him to cum, and get it done with, but that was not going to happen. Finally, casino siteleri Mr. Smith gave a loud grunt, and Erika slammed it in deep one last time, holding it there, as Mr. Smith gave grunts of pleasure that sounded like he was pouring his load into Bethany’s ass. Erika withdrew, and quickly stepped back into the private bathroom, as Mr. Smith took charge.

“There we are, Miss Crister, your last round of punishment. Your parents will be contacted by me personally this evening, you are officially expelled, and you will vacate your room no later than Friday evening. I will make sure your parents are aware of the time, so they can make whatever arrangements that they see fit.”

He led her out of his office, and Erika could hear little cries of pain from the Nurse’s office, as he placed the cooling ice packs on her well-whipped ass. Her moans of pain drifted away, as the ice took away the worst of the sting.

Erika was on fire with lust, whipping Brthany’s ass, then fucking her had turned her into a raging volcano of lust. When Mr. Smith returned, she was ready for him.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna blow! Fuck my cunt, then whip my ass, and then fuck it, just like Bethany got!” Erika panted.

Mr. Smith grabbed her, bent her over, and rammed his cock up her cunt. Two strokes were all it took, and she could feel the spasm of orgasm rippling wildly through her lower belly.

“Fuck, oh fuck yeah, cumming oh my fucking god, YES!”

Erika felt like she was turning inside out as her cunt exploded, fuck, it felt almost like an assault. Mr. Smith waited until her orgasm had spent its force inside her, then withdrew before he could cum.

“Grab your ankles, Erika, so you can get what you need!”

“Yes, yes, give me exactly what Bethany got, whip my ass then fuck it!”

In a few moments, Erika was once again howling with pleasure, as Mr. Smith wielded the cane, tanning her ass cheeks bahis siteleri with practiced strokes, her shrieks of pleasure urging him on, Erika’s ass getting the stinging, burning, whipping pleasure she needed, the hard strokes starting the fire going in her horny cunt once again. She urged him on to give her as many strokes as Bethany got, and 24 hard strokes punished her ass, making her almost delirious with pleasure. Erika felt her ass become a burning, stinging red nest of painful whips, she could imagine the welts that would criss-cross her ass, and she urged Mr. Smith on.

“Yeah, oh yeah, now, fuck my ass!” she grunted.

Erika could feel him pull apart her ass cheeks, and he started to lick at her tight hole. Erika moaned, the pleasure of having her tight rim licked made her speechless. She then felt his well-lubed cock press against her, and the pain as his cock forced its way in. She howled, a mix of pain and pleasure at the feel of that 9-inch log splitting her open. She let out another howl of mixed pain and pleasure, as he buried his cock balls deep in her asshole, smacking against her burning, well-whipped ass. It almost made her go crazy, she was beyond coherent speech, only able to make grunts and howls of pleasure as Mr. Smith fucked her ass, in and out, over and over, making her head spin. Mr. Smith reached around, shoved two fingers up her gushing hole, and masturbated her wildly, pinching her hard clit between his fingers and twirling them around her throbbing button, and Erika screamed as she exploded, very hard, her pink opening gushing her juices wildly, she was in another world of mind filling pleasure, dimly aware as Mr. Smith grunted, and he exploded, blowing spurt after spurt deep inside, Erika shuddered with pleasure as she felt his thick whitish cream filling her dark cavern. The tight clamp of her ass around him sucked every drop out of his cock.

A few minutes later, Erika was in the nurse’s office, ass up, having ice packs applied to the burning fire of her well-whipped ass, knowing that later on that night, her masturbation session would be so much more intense, with the memory of her throbbing ass being caned, and well fucked asshole providing excellent stimulation.

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