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“Bitch, I know you’re cheating on me,” Sholonda Odoms said, and with that, she grabbed Cheryl Browne and slapped her hard across the face. Cheryl blinked and touched her face where Sholonda struck her. Tall, dark-skinned, curvy yet muscular and athletic, Sholonda could do some damage when she put her mind to it. Cheryl was not as physically gifted as her partner. The tall, slender young black woman winced in pain, and sighed. No bones about it, Sholonda is stronger than Cheryl will ever be, even though they were both tall, fit women.

Sholonda glowered at Cheryl, who stood there, all but cowed into submission. Sholonda looked Cheryl up and down, and smirked when she saw the look of surrender on her lover’s face. Sholonda had Cheryl right where she wanted, and they both knew it. Cheryl has fought back in the past when Sholonda came after her, and she always lost. Sholonda is a police officer, trained in takedown methods and she knows how to overpower another woman during physical combat. Cheryl used to play basketball for the University of Windsor and can handle herself usually, but she’s outmatched against Sholonda…

“I am not cheating on you, Sholonda, Wilma is just a friend from work and besides, she’s straight,” Cheryl said meekly. Sholonda paused to consider that. Earlier, when Sholonda picked up Cheryl in the parking lot of Detroit’s Home Depot, she made eye contact with Wilma and Wilma didn’t register as lesbian or bisexual. Women who have sex with other women spot each other through a very specific type of eye contact. Being a lesbian isn’t about having short hair, adopting masculine swagger or wearing male clothing. It’s a whole lot deeper than that…

“If I ever catch you with another bitch, you’re toast,” Sholonda said after she finally let go of Cheryl. Sholonda went to the kitchen, grabbed a Heineken from the fridge and plopped down on the couch. On the TV news, the pretty blonde female reporter from Detroit Evening News spoke about a major drug bust at the Detroit/Windsor border involving American federal agents and the Canadian Border Services agency. Sholonda, still wearing her Detroit Metro Police department uniform, allowed herself a smile. Sholonda’s older brother Joseph Odoms, who works for the Feds, was part of the bust and would probably get promoted as a result.

“I made you some food,” Cheryl said, and Sholonda looked up from the TV and shrugged. Cheryl went to the kitchen and grabbed the white rice, brown bean sauce, curry chicken and fried plantains she’d prepared. Cheryl, a native of Kingston, Jamaica, is quite proud of her Jamaican roots and loves to cook Caribbean dishes. Sholonda allowed herself a smile as Cheryl approached her with the plates of sweet-smelling food. As Cheryl set the plates down on the living room table, Sholonda admired the tall gal’s thick ass. Cheryl flinched as Sholonda grabbed her big butt and gave it a squeeze.

“Thanks for the food, thickness,” Sholonda said, laughing. Cheryl finished setting the food on the table and sat down. Cheryl watched the news for a bit and frowned. It was ten o’clock and her favorite show, Fear The Walking Dead, was about to start. In last week’s episode, Madison and kartal travesti her son Nick and daughter Alicia finally made it to the Ranch, and started integrating into the redneck survivalist community. Cheryl couldn’t wait to see what came next. The television series Fear The Walking Dead and The Walking Dead are Cheryl’s favorites and she cannot get enough of them. The fact that they have diverse casts and queer characters also rock Cheryl’s world…

“Sholonda, my show is about to come on,” Cheryl said meekly, and Sholonda frowned, and paused. There was more stuff on the news. Detroit’s Mayor was talking about urban renewal. More boring shit. Sholonda changed the channel to AMC, much to Cheryl’s relief. Turning up the volume, Sholonda grabbed the food and began to eat, chewing loudly. Cheryl ignored the noises Sholonda made and focused on watching TV. Cheryl wondered what had become of her favorite Walking Dead universe character, the tall and handsome, sexually ambiguous black man known as Victor Strand. Scores one for queer representation, albeit in a villainous way…

“I love that zombie stuff, babe, I wouldn’t mind shooting those damned zombies all day,” Sholonda said, and when Cheryl didn’t reply, she nudged her with her foot. Cheryl put on a smile and nodded. Sholonda’s words didn’t really matter to Cheryl, not anymore. Sholonda likes to hear herself talk. In the eight months since they’d met and subsequently moved in together, Sholonda had gone from Princess Charming to Cheryl’s worst nightmare. The sexy, smart and alluring African American policewoman had a whole different side to her, one which Cheryl once refused to believe was real. Sholonda can be sweet one minute and vicious the next. Cheryl never knows what to expect from her…

“Zombie movies and shows are awesome,” Cheryl said, and Sholonda smiled, then sipped her drink. On screen, Madison and her family were struggling to fit in with their new surroundings. Cheryl could certainly relate. A year ago, when Cheryl’s parents, Reverend Julius Browne and Natalie James-Browne of the Holy Light Church of Windsor, Ontario, found out that she was a lesbian, they kicked her out. Cheryl, a proud Jamaican-Canadian, crossed the border from Windsor, Ontario, into Detroit, Michigan. While working as a waitress in a diner, Cheryl met Sholonda. Life hasn’t been the same since…

Sholonda Odoms was something else, or so Cheryl thought when they met. Sholonda had long hair and looked sexy both in her police uniform and in dresses and high heels. Sholonda was tough but she wasn’t butch or masculine or tomboyish like a lot of the lesbians Cheryl had seen in Detroit’s queer night clubs and bars. Sholonda reminded Cheryl of Tennis champion Serena Williams. A sexy and strong black woman who was hot as hell, yet feminine and tough. Cheryl thought she hit the Jackpot when she met Sholonda, who was mysteriously single at the time. How could such a hot lady be single?

Not for the first time, Cheryl wondered how life might be different if her parents hadn’t caught her making out with Janna Sparks, wife of family friend Ivan Sparks. Cheryl had been hiding in plain sight her whole life kartal travestileri because being a lesbian or bisexual person in the Jamaican community doesn’t fly even if one puts wings on it. The Jamaican community remains staunchly opposed to lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transgender people. Cheryl realized that she liked girls early on, and learned to hide it. Since Cheryl was pretty, feminine, and acted like a normal young woman, she hid her lesbianism pretty well.

While attending the University of Windsor, Cheryl experimented with her sexuality, and had several relationships with other young women. Cheryl avoided the tomboys and the butch lesbians, since they were obvious and would expose her. The women Cheryl went after were straight-looking, feminine, and discreet. After a disastrous relationship with University of Windsor business professor Dana Bartlett, wife of Canadian business tycoon and University of Windsor alumnus George Bartlett, Cheryl stopped dealing with campus gals. Cheryl’s next relationship, which involved unhappily married closet case Janna Sparks, also proved disastrous. Cheryl and Janna got careless, and ultimately got caught…

When Cheryl met Sholonda Odoms, she thought she’d hit the jackpot. Sholonda, an out and proud lesbian, happens to be a lieutenant in the Detroit Metro Police. Educated at the University of Michigan, Sholonda has a Law degree but set aside a career in law to become a law enforcement officer instead. Sholonda’s parents, Winston and Judith Odoms of Detroit, Michigan, were fully supportive of their daughter’s queer lifestyle. Cheryl remembered being moved to tears while walking in Detroit’s queer pride parade with Sholonda and her parents, a while ago. Yeah, Sholonda seemed like a dream come true for Cheryl, until the nightmare began…

“I am sorry for hurting you back there, Cheryl, I love you and don’t want to lose you,” Sholonda said to Cheryl, who flinched as her lover hugged her. Sholonda, oblivious to Cheryl’s discomfort, held her and kissed her. When Sholonda began fondling her, Cheryl didn’t resist. Sholonda undressed Cheryl and laid her, stark naked, on the living room carpet. When Sholonda kissed her lips and fondled her tits, Cheryl kissed her back then moaned in pleasure. Cheryl found herself grinning as Sholonda fingered her pussy.

“Hmm, feels good,” Cheryl whispered, and Sholonda grinned, then buried her face between her legs. Sholonda ate Cheryl’s pussy like a hungry woman and didn’t let up until Cheryl came. Later, Cheryl got to return the favor when Sholonda got on all fours. Spreading Sholonda’s thick ass cheeks wide open, Cheryl fingered her butt hole and then licked her pussy. Sholonda moaned in pleasure as Cheryl worked her magic on her. Lathering Sholonda’s pussy with her tongue and fingering her butt hole, Cheryl stimulated her quite nicely until she came…

“Fuck me,” Sholonda demanded, and Cheryl grinned, then reached for the strap-on dildo. Sholonda groaned in pleasure as Cheryl gripped her hips and fucked her with the strap-on dildo. Cheryl smacked Sholonda’s ass while fucking her with the dildo, and Sholonda squealed in delight. The two horny black travesti kartal women fucked and sucked much of the evening away in this fashion. When morning came, it found Sholonda and Cheryl lying in bed, entwined in each other’s arms.

“Have a good day at work,” Cheryl said to Sholonda, as her boo got ready for work. Sholonda looked great in her Detroit Metro Police uniform. The two black women shared a quick kiss before parting ways. Sholonda drove to the police precinct located in downtown Detroit, reported for roll call and then met with the Captain and the police shift supervisors before beginning her duties for the day. Sholonda had no idea what was coming her way, that’s for sure.

As soon as Sholonda drove away from the townhouse, a silver Rav4 pulled up in the driveway. A tall, curvy young black woman stepped out of the car. Wilma Jean-Louis walked to the door and knocked. Seconds later, Cheryl answered the door and greeted Wilma with a hug. Cheryl had her bags packed, along with her identification documents and three thousand dollars in cash. All the things Cheryl would need to survive on her own after leaving the abusive Sholonda…

“Of course I’m here for you, Cheryl, a long time ago, I got beat up by my ex-boyfriend Ralph and I know both males and females can be abusive, Sholonda is wrong for putting her hands on you, I got your back,” Wilma said firmly. Cheryl looked at the tall, lovely young Haitian woman standing before her. If black lesbians and heterosexual black women can be friends and allies, then Cheryl’s bond with her friend and co-worker Wilma is living proof of that.

“Thanks for having my back, sister,” Cheryl said, thanking Wilma profusely. After putting Cheryl’s stuff in the back of her silver Rav4, Wilma got behind the wheel. They drove away, heading to Wilma’s place, located in the town of Dearborn, Michigan. Once there, Cheryl planned to help Wilma with the rent in order to have a place to stay while planning her next move. After all, Cheryl is just a permanent resident in America, for she is Jamaican-Canadian, and not American. Sholonda had been Cheryl’s anchor in America, and without her, life would be difficult…

“In this world, evil men abuse women and evil women abuse women too, hell, some evil broads abuse men too, like Amber and Johnny, we former victims got to stick together,” Wilma said to Cheryl. Nodding, Cheryl looked out the window as Wilma drove from the City of Detroit, Michigan, to the City of Dearborn, the town with the sizable Arab American population. America’s towns and cities fascinate Cheryl. In places like Toronto, and Ottawa, folks of all colors live in the same neighborhoods. In America, things are different. Oh well, Cheryl is going to learn how to deal…

“To the future, my friend,” Cheryl said to Wilma, who laughed and high-fived her. Cheryl didn’t even want to think about what Sholonda would do once she realized she’d left. That’s why Cheryl planned her big move for weeks in advance. Cheryl planned to call the Detroit police department and maybe seek a protection order against Sholonda. The lady was after all armed and dangerous. Cheryl has no idea what awaits her, but she’s glad to have a friend like Wilma. Wishing herself luck, Cheryl silently prayed for deliverance. When Sholonda comes home and finds Cheryl gone, it’s not going to be pretty. Fortunately, Sholonda doesn’t know where Cheryl and Wilma have gone. What’s going to happen next? Stay tuned for more!

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I was a shy introvert boy i spent most of my time in my room and on my laptop. I was 16 and had a curvy body. I had thicc ass. I was very feminine too as i grew up with women all my life so i developed a feminine personality. I realized that i was attracted to men more than women infact to be truthful i was only attracted to men. I remember i liked it when my sisters would dress me up as a girl.

When i discovered porn it completely changed my life, i would only watch gay porn. It wasnt long before i started fingering my ass or sticking something up my ass. This stimulation would make me cum so hard. I always imagined myself getting fucked by big cocks. I soon discovered sex stories and would spend all my time reading gay stories. I specifically read incest gay stories. I was already attracted to some of the men in my family and dreamed to get fucked by them but i never got the chance and also i was scared i may get into trouble.

Now i finally got a chance. My cousin was getting married and we all had to travel to another city to attend the wedding. Over there the men and women were divided, we men stayed at my uncles house while women stayed somewhere else. We men had the whole house to ourselves. The first few days nothing much happened. One day most of the men were out for the wedding preparations, i was at home with my gramps, Owen. He was 65, but was really fit. He had a muscular body and was really tall. He was a complete silver daddy. I was always attracted to him. I went over to give him some company, when i entered the room he was changing. I didnt knock and found him completely naked infront of the dresser. He was facing away from me. The moment he turned, my jaw dropped, I saw his cock and i am sure i never saw a cock this big in my life not even in porn. He had an uncut 9 incher.

He saw me and i quickly turned around. I apologized to him and he was okay with it saying its alright i dont mind. I turned around and couldnt stopped staring at his cock. He noticed that and suddenly asked me “You like it” while grabbing his cock. My mouth was watering and i finally managed to say “Yours is so big”. He smiled and then asked me to show him mine. I felt a bit shy but on him kartal travesti insisting i pulled my trousers down and showed him my cock for a brief moment. I was rock hard and he said “Watching me makes you hard?” I nodded. He sat down on the bed and spread his legs. He told me that i can get a closer look. I went to him and got on my knees staring at his cock. I leaned and grabbed his cock. I was slowly stroking his cock, i think he understood me. He asked me to suck it, i looked at him and he was smiling at me. I opened my mouth and tried to take his cock in my mouth. I had to opened my whole jaw just to accommodate his huge cock.

I barely managed to suck his cock it was too big, i imagined how it would go in my ass. I couldnt suck him so i started licking his cock. He was already oozing precum. He stood and grabbed my head and tried to push his cock deeper down my throat. It was making me choke and gag. He was fucking my mouth really roughly, after some time i was getting the hang of it. I was now able to take most his cock down my throat. He was moaning and enjoying it. He tried to push his cock as deep down as he could. My face was fucked for more than 30 mins, soon he was balls deep down my throat. He kept his cock balls deep till the point i was about to vomit. He did this multiple times. He pulled his cock out and made me get on the bed. He pulled my trousers down and said that i had a nice big butt. He said that he also regretted not tapping it before. He burried his face on my ass licking my hole. My hole was being fucked by his tongue. I never felt this much pleasure in my life.

He rimmed me for a good 10 mins. He then asked me if i ever took a cock in my ass before. I told him he was going to be my first. He placed his cock on my hole, I was scared even though i had fucked my ass with a dildo hours before coming to him. He gently pushed and my ass felt like it was going to break. I was in pain, he cock was ripping me apart. But he was kind to let me rest and adjust to his cock. Slowly and gradually his cock went in deeper and deeper until he was completely inside me. He let his cock in my ass for sometime while he licked my ear. I was still in pain, he kartal travestileri asked me if i was ready for pounding. I nodded. He slowly started moving back and forth. He gradually increased his speed and i was feeling pain with every thrust but slowly i was feeling the pleasure. After some pounding i was enjoying it, my hole was loose now, my cock was twitching with every thrust. He turned me around, and placed my legs on his shoulders, he then started pounding me deep. He leaned and kissed me, he had grabbed my hand and i was in his control. Soon he was pounding me really fast, i was about to lose it and eventually shot my load. He was also about to cum too, he gave few hard thrust and then unloaded his cum deep in my hole. His warm cum was really soothing to my hole. He kissed me for 5 mins and his cock was still in my hole. He pulled his cock out and asked me if i liked it. I nodded. Gramps went to take a shower, while i dressed up and walked to my room. My ass was sore and i could barely walk. I took a shower and went to bed.

Later at night i went to him again and we had sex again. The next day I was hanging out in my Uncle Joes room. He was the most handsome man i had ever seen. He was a muscular buff hunk. I always wanted to have sex with him, i thought i could seduce him. I spent the whole day thinking how i should do that. At night when everyone was sleeping, i knew Joe would be up. He was always up late. I went to him, i was wearing just my underwear since i wanted to seduce him. He couldnt stop staring at me. I guess it was the first time he saw me in my undies. We were both laying on the bed and talking. Suddenly the conversation became sexual, he was asking me if i had a girlfriend. I told him i never had any. Then started asking me for a boyfriend, i didnt respond infact i was smiling. He understood it. He slowly moved closer to me, then i felt his hand on my thigh. Then he slowly moved his hand up towards my crotch. I was already hard, he then grabbed my ass. He was complimenting my ass saying how big it was and how soft it was.

I was blushing like crazy, he put his hand in my underwear and grabbed my ass. He moved his fingers to my asshole and travesti kartal pushed his finger in. It went in easily which gave him the idea that i had done this before. He immediately got up and locked the door. He came near my face and i understood what i needed to do. I got up and unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. He huge thick cock sprung out. His cock was veiny and thicker than owen although his was shorter than Gramps. I grabbed his cock and quickly started sucking it. I licked his cock and balls. Then i started blowing him and taking his cock down my throat. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. He fucked my throat for 15-20 mins. He was very dominant. He pushed me and grabbed my undies. He ripped them off of me. He spread my legs and buried his face in my ass. He was licking my hole and slapping my ass. He slapped my ass so much that it actually started hurting. My ass was completely red. He then placed his cock on my hole.

He was talking very dirty to me, calling me a whore and faggot. He thrusted and shoved the tip of his cock inside me. His cock was really thick and i couldnt help myself but scream. He put his hand over my mouth and gave another thrust. He was ripping my ass apart, in three thrust he was balls deep inside me. I couldnt help but tear up due to the pain. He was really aggressive. He didnt stop he started pounding me really fast. He fucked me very roughly and after 30 mins he pushed his cock deep and unloaded his cum. He laid on top of me for sometime, then he pulled his cum covered cock and rammed it inside my mouth. He was fucking my mouth and pinching my nipples. He was soon hard again, he lifted my legs and started fucking me in missionary. He kept fucking me in different positions and unloading his cum in my ass. He fucked me 4 times. After the second time the pain was gone and i actually enjoyed the sex, he was just too aggressive. In the end he shoved his cock in my mouth and he started pissing down my throat. He was too strong and forced me to drink it all up. I was too exhausted and in pain to even go to my room. I ended up sleeping in his bed. In the morning i woke up to being fucked by him again. Getting fucked by him stretched my hole so much that i could fit my hand in it.

I got fucked by my gramps and uncle joe till the wedding was over. By the time we came back i was so addicted to cock that i ended up having sex with other men. To be continued…

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A Streaker started it all

By Vanessa Evans

Part 5

Most of the afternoon went relatively quietly apart from the last 10 minutes when a client walked in. Angie saw him before he saw her and by the time he was passing her desk Angie’s nipples had gone rock hard and her pussy was tingling something rotten.

“Well hello young lady, I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Hello sir, I’m Angie, an intern.”

Just then Mr. Whitelock appeared and said,

“Ah Mr. Jones, I see you’ve met Angie. Stand up Angie and say hello to Mr. Jones’ properly. Angie has decided to exercise her new found rights.”

“So I see, and very nice too, you’re a lucky man Ted Whitelock being able to look at young Angie all day.”

“Yes I am, she’s certainly improved the scenery in here.”

By then Angie had stood up and as she was shaking his hand she felt her pussy juices escaping and start to run down her inner thigh.

“Well young Angie, I will have to come and visit Ted a bit more often. How long are you here for?”

“Another 8 months, unless Mr. Whitelock fires me before then.”

“He’d be a total idiot to do that.”

“Relax Angie,” Mr. Whitelock added, “I’m not a total idiot.”

“Thank you sir.”

The 2 men went into Mr. Whitelock’s office and Angie tried to calm down before leaving for home. But the thought of the journey home stopped Angie’s arousal level from going down. She’d briefly thought about going home and decided that she wasn’t going to get dressed but now that it was nearly that time she was having second thoughts. She spent that last 10 minutes of her working day thinking,

“Yes I will do it,” then, “no I won’t I’ll put my dress on.”

She kept alternating between yes and no but as the minute hand on the clock reached the top her dilemma was decided for her. Andy went over to her and picked up her bag.

“Hey, that’s mine, give it back to me.”

“Come and get it.”

Andy went straight to the door out onto the street and before Angie realised it she was out on the street and chasing after Andy. When she finally grabbed his arm he turned and gave her the bag.

“What did you do that for Andy?”

“To stop you from chickening out and putting your dress on, and here you are, on your way home totally naked.”

“Oh my gawd, I am aren’t I?”

“Yes you are, and you’re not going to put your dress on are you Angie?”

Angie thought for a second then reached up and kissed Andy on his cheek.

“Careful Angie no lewd behaviour.”

Angie smiled then thanked Andy before telling him that she’d see him in the morning.

“Like that I hope.” Andy said.

“Yes, yes you will.”

With that Angie turned and walked off towards the bus stop with a smile on her face. Although her head was pointing forward her eyes were going from side to side looking at all the other people on the street to see any reactions to her nudity. Mostly there was none, it was like she was invisible, but she saw a few smiles, a couple of gasps, and the odd look of disgust.

Angie had expected more of the latter but she hadn’t even thought about having to stand at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive but she was pleased that she got just more of the same.

Angie also saw a police car drive passed and one of the coppers was looking her way but it didn’t stop.

A man in his twenties was stood behind Angie in the queue and Angie could feel his eyes burning her butt so she decided to turn to face the road which meant that the man would be able to see one of her tits. She soon felt his eyes burning into her rock hard nipple and she swapped her weight from one foot to the other and back trying to rub her protruding clit with her lips as she did so.

The drivers of the buses had always been friendly people but when the driver saw her his eyes lit up.

“Young lady,” he whispered, “naked girls travel for free on my bus, especially the good looking ones.”

Angie smiled, thanked him and walked to the stairs up to the top deck. Angie always travelled on the top deck, if there was one, because she could see more when she looked out of the windows. She’d never really thought about anyone looking up her skirts when she climbed up the steep stairs on a bus until that day. The man that was behind her in the queue followed her and she heard him gasp as he started the climb, obviously looking up at Angie’s wet pussy.

Angie smiled and walked to the back of the bus looking at the faces of the people who’s heads were at her chest height as she passed them. Sitting in the middle of the back seat Angie could see the backs of the heads of everyone on that deck and when they got up, or others came up the stairs, they would be able to see Angie’s naked front because she put her bag on the seat beside her and just about everyone who got up or sat down turned to look at her. Angie saw them in her peripheral vision as she looked out of the window not wanting direct eye contact which might stop them looking.

There were a few people getting off at Angie’s stop and there was a little queue to go down the stairs and the queue had to stop for a few seconds as Angie started to go down with a middle-aged man in front of her. When the queue stopped the man turned his head and discovered that his head was right inline with Angie’s pussy.

For a couple of seconds he stared at her pussy causing it to tingle and get a bit wetter. Then the queue started moving again.

It was only a few minutes walk from the bus stop to Angie’s house and she felt good and proud during that walk. As she approached the front of the house Angie saw Matt walking towards her. He stopped outside the house and waited with a big grin on his face.

“You did it Angie, well done.” He said as she approached him.

“Matt, have you got time for a quickie? I’m so horny right now.”

Ten minutes later a much more relaxed, naked Angie was walking down the stairs to get herself some food.

Justin and Eva were in the kitchen, neither of them paying much attention to Angie’s nudity. After a couple of minutes Matt arrived and said,

“Guy’s did Angie tell you her good news?”

“No.” Eva replied.

“She came home from work naked.”

“Wow Angie, I never thought that you would actually do it, I bet that it was nerve-racking.” Eva said.

“You’re not kidding but at the same time it was so exciting.”

“You mean that you were nearly cumming all the way home.” Justin said, “so it’s permanent nudity from now on is it?”

“Yes and no I’m only going to be naked most of the time but I might need your help some of the time. I don’t want to be going out at night on my own if I’m naked.”

“I’ll escort you whenever you want me Angie.” Matt said.

“Me too,” Justin said, “It will give me the chance to perv on you and maybe some of your naked friends.”

“I haven’t got any naked friends.”

“You might have if this girls naked in public thing catches on.” Justin replied. “You’ll have to persuade lots of your friends to loose their clothes as well.”

“That reminds me,” Angie said, “I need to phone Lucy to see what she’s thinking of doing.”

“Do you think that she’ll streak another football game?” Matt asked.

“I have no idea, I’ll phone her later and find out.”

As they all sat eating Angie realised that being naked around her housemates wasn’t quite as exciting as it originally had been. It was still nice, very nice, but she wasn’t close to cumming all the time. She just hoped that the magic wouldn’t wear off completely.

After they’d eaten and cleared up Angie went to her room and stood in front of her window hoping to see some guys hoping to see her naked again but she was disappointed so she picked up her phone and called Lucy.

“Hey Angie, how are you doing girl, I was starting to think that you didn’t want to talk to me.” Lucy said as soon as she accepted the call.

“Hi Lucy, no, I’ve just been so busy.”

“Naked busy I hope.”

“Yeah, shall we meet at the Red Lion and talk?”

“Good idea, I can be there in 15 minutes.”

“So can I, will you be naked Angie?”

“Yes, you?”

“Of course. See you in 15.”

From opposite directions both naked girls arrived at the same time and went into the Red Lion together. The pub went deadly quite for a few seconds then the guys sat drinking at the bar started cheering and calling the girls over.

Neither girl was at all nervous or embarrassed as they went and joined the men then started sipping the drinks that were quickly bought for them. After a few minutes Angie said,

“Guys, can you just give us 10 minutes on our own please? We need to catch up and do a bit of planning.”

Angie and Lucy took their drinks to a table and for the first time saw that some of the other patrons were still staring at the 2 naked girls. Angie just smiled when she made eye contact with one middle-aged woman who was, along with her man, staring at the 2 naked girls.

Angie started talking first and told Lucy everything that had happened since they last spoke. Then it was Lucy’s turn. Apparently Lucy had gone home the weekend just past and she’d got naked at home. Her mother had been shocked and tried to tell her off but her father was having none of it telling his wife that Lucy was now 18 and could do what she wanted. Both her father and 2 brothers had spent the whole weekend perving on Lucy and she’d enjoyed every second of it. Lucy had travelled back on the train naked and enjoyed the attention of a group of young men who all wanted to talk to her whilst staring at her naked body. She had deliberately sat at a set of 4 seats facing each other without a table between them and the young men had been kartal travesti able to see her bald pubes and slit as well as her tits. Lucy said that the experience had left her VERY aroused.

“So what’s this outrageous plan that you have Lucy?”

“It’s not that outrageous, just something that we’ve both done before and enjoyed doing, shopping. I was thinking of going to the shopping centre naked and slowly going round the shops trying clothes on and getting some lunch at the food hall.”

“I’m guessing that you mean the big shopping centre in the city not one of the little ones Lucy?”

“Of course, may as well go the whole hog.”

“I assume that you weren’t planning on buying anything because I haven’t got much money Lucy.”

“No I wasn’t, I don’t intend buying any clothes, just trying them on and letting all the male partners look at us as we dress then undress.”

“Okay, I’m up for it, what time where?”

The 2 girls sorted out the details then looked over to the guys at the bar. Most of them were looked over to Angie and Lucy.

“Come on Angie, lets get up on that bar, spread our legs and rub one out for them. It’s the least that we can do for them after all the drinks that they’ll be buying for us.”

And that’s just what they did, it was very much like that previous time that they’d got naked in that bar but with an increased number of guys round them. The 2 girls, enjoyed their orgasms and the sexual innuendos which kept both girl very aroused, something that was seen by the guys, their spread, wet, swollen pussies on display for most of the rest of the evening.

When it finally came to time to leave the 2 girls left, promising to be back soon. Outside it was dark and both girls suddenly had a bit of a panic, they were naked and outside in the dark on their own and about to split up and go in different directions. Okay the city didn’t have a problem with girls getting attacked but neither of them wanted to take a chance.

Angie got her phone out, phoned Matt and asked him to meet them at Lucy’s address with a promise that she’d make it worth his while. The 2 houses and the pub were in a sort of triangle and Matt was there waiting for them when they got there. With the help of a street light he had a good look at Lucy after Angie had introduced them then he told her that he wished that he’d seen her streaking the football match to which Lucy asked him if he’d like to be their ‘minder’ for a bit of fun that they had planned for the Saturday. Matt was up for it him saying that he’d do anything for 2 naked girls.

As Angie and Matt walked back to their house she told him about their plan. When they got back Angie invited Matt into her room and they didn’t get to sleep for another hour.

*****

It was a bit chilly when Angie stepped out of the house to go to work the next morning. She was only wearing heels and carrying a bag which contained a dress – just in case, and her nipples were rock hard because of the chill. She was amazed, turned on and just a little nervous by the number of people who stared at her as she walked to the bus stop and stood waiting

The bus was again a double decker and Angie smiled as it approached. The driver smiled as she got on and waved her away when she offered her money. Angie had timed it right and a man followed her up the steep stairs as she thought that she needed to find an elegant way of climbing stairs with her feet well apart.

Unfortunately, the back seat was occupied so Angie slowly walked back to another seat near the back watching the eyes of the other passengers as she walked. She was pleased that most of the men, and some of the women were looking up and down her front as she walked towards them.

Sat alone on one of the double seats with her bag beside her, Angie looked out of the window and reflected on how she had changed over the last few weeks. She’d gone from a shy girl to a very outgoing girl who craved men looking at her naked body, but Matt and Andy were both right, the new Angie was the true Angie, the genie had escaped from the bottle and Angie was pleased that it had.

Before she knew it the bus was approaching Angie’s stop and she stood ready to get off, and let the passengers who were still sat get a good look at her butt as she exited the bus.

It seemed to be busier than usual in the city with everyone rushing to their place of work and Angie was a little disappointed that no one really seemed to be taking any notice of her as she walked the last leg of her journey.

In the coffee shop she had to queue for a short while and she felt the eyes of the few sitting customers staring at her. Instead of facing the direction that the queue was moving Angie had stood sideways facing the sat customers. She wanted them to see her tits, slit and clit that she just knew was hard and standing out from behind it’s hood.

“Wow, good morning Angie.” The barista said when Angie got to the front of the queue.

“My usual please.” Angie said.

“No need to do any more bending to get sugar that I bet you never even used Angie. Is this new way of getting to work permanent or do I need to absorb as much of the beautiful scenery in one go?”

“It’s legal now so it’s probably permanent, at least until the weather takes a turn for the worse.”

“Let’s hope that we have permanent sunshine from now on then. Here, have today’s fix on me, you’ve made my day Angie.”

Angie left the coffee shop a little happier and a little more aroused and had a smile on her face for the rest of her walk.

There were also smiles from her male colleagues when she walked into the office, Andy saying,

“Proud of you Angie.”

When Mr. Whitelock arrived he called Angie into his office. Angie again standing back with her feet shoulder width apart hoping that her boss would look at her pussy and protruding clit. He did, this time for a lot longer than previous times causing the tingling in Angie’s pussy and nipples to get stronger.

“So Angie, it’s good to see that you are sticking with your convictions, do you think that you will keep it up?”

“Yes sir, well until the weather takes a turn for the worse, I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the real me.”

“Well Angie, you certainly seemed to be happier yesterday and again today.”

As they were talking Angie was looking at her boss’ eyes and was pleased to see that they were looking at her pussy for most of the time.

“Sir, would you like me to check-in with you each morning to see if you have any other special jobs that you want me to do?”

“That’s a good idea Angie, yes, come and see me each morning, stand there like that and we’ll review your work.”

“Yes sir, anything else?”

There was a pause of a few seconds then Angie was told that she could go back to her work. As she left his office she deliberately walked so that her backside went from side to side like she’d seen models walk on the runway, and she was also smiling, knowing that he only wanted those meetings so that he could look at her pussy.

Sat at her desk she tried, unsuccessfully, to think of a way that she could give him a better look at her pussy. She got an image in her head of her laying on her back on his desk with her legs on his shoulders and him then pushing her ankles wide apart so that he could see right inside her.

Angie was happy to expose herself as much as she could to Mr. Whitelock because it was because of him that she had discovered her true self. She finally got back to her work with a smile on her face.

Andy again went to the sandwich shop with her at lunchtime and he too commented on how happy she looked then he said,

“You really do get off on men looking at your naked body don’t you Angie?”

Being an honest girl she replied,

“Yes I do, when I see a man looking at me I start tingling in my pussy and nipples.”

“Maybe you should enter a few amateur stripper or wet T-shirt competitions, or even join a men’s rugby team. I can just see you in the communal showers after a muddy game and all the naked men rubbing the mud off you.”

“Now I KNOW that you’re a pervert Andy, I’m not big enough to play rugby but the amateur stripper or wet T-shirt competitions sound good, I hadn’t thought of those.”

“I’ll try and think of some alternatives to rugby for you Angie.”

“Thanks Andy, you can stare at my naked body as much as you want.”

“It’s a shame that we haven’t got a stationary cupboard at work,” Andy said, “I could drag you in there and ravage your body for an hour or so.”

“You’d only last an hour Andy? I thought that you were a real man.”

“Very funny Angie. You’d have to crawl out after an hour with me.”

“Sure I would.”

That afternoon Mr. Whitelock called Angie into his office again and she again stood in the same position and he again stared at her pussy for a while before giving her a couple of envelopes and telling her to take them to the court house. Angie smiled and replied,

“Yes sir, will you be following me over there sir?”

“No Angie, I don’t think that my heart could take it. Off you go.”

Angie slowly walked to the court house, her head going from side to side looking to see who was looking at her. As she got near the court house she saw a policeman, the same one as the last time. She watched him all the time and saw that he was watching her. She was a little nervous and was sure that he was just looking for an excuse to arrest her so she made sure that her hands were nowhere near her tits or pussy.

In the courthouse admin office the 2 women were again pleased to see her. This time though they engaged in a lot more conversation wanting to know more kartal travestileri about what Angie had been doing with her new found freedom. Angie, of course, gave them a slightly more detailed summary, not mentioning that both her and Lucy had made themselves cum whilst sat on the bar in the pub.

When she told them that her and Lucy were going shopping on the Saturday they wanted details of exactly where and when, it was like they were going to go and watch them. Or maybe they wanted to know so that they could send their men to get them all aroused so that they could go home and ravage the women. Angie hoped that it was the latter because women seeing her naked didn’t do much for her.

Angie finally got away and the same policeman was outside. Angie guessed that he was again waiting for her just to try to catch her doing something that he could arrest her for.

When Angie got back to the office she went to see Mr. Whitelock to tell him about the policeman. Angie again standing in the most exposing position that she could without making it obvious what she was doing.

“Don’t let the idiot intimidate you Angie. Just keep your hands away from you’re genitals and you will be okay.” Mr. Whitelock told her.

Later, back at her desk Angie had an idea,

“What if she had a vibrator inside her and it brought her to an orgasm right in front of the policeman? Would that be classed as lewd behaviour or public indecency?”

Angie needed to do some more research and then maybe discuss the subject with Mr. Whitelock. After she’d decided that she smiled and realised that she was planning to discuss her having an orgasm in front of a policeman with her boss. Something that she would never have dreamed possible a few weeks ago.

The rest of Angie’s day went okay but when she was walking to the bus stop she realised that more people were looking at her.

“Must be more relaxed knowing that their working day was over.” Angie thought.

There were quite a few people waiting to get on the bus and Angie noticed that the woman in front of her in the queue turned away and stuck her nose up in the air when she saw Angie behind her. That made Angie smile and she thought how stupid the woman was, but there again she did look like she could so with losing 20 or 25 Kg which might just have been colouring her thoughts.

Angie was lucky enough to get a seat at the back of the upper deck of the bus although she did have men sat at the ends of the long seat. Angie again sat with her feet firmly on the floor and her knees apart. She watched other men walking down the aisle towards her and discovered that they were more likely to stare at her pussy if they thought that she wasn’t looking at them. This gave Angie the idea of turning her head to one side and pretend to be looking out of the window so that the men weren’t self-conscious about looking at her, but looking at them though her peripheral vision. She also decided to try to find her sunglasses.

Whilst she was looking out of the window Angie smiled when she saw another naked woman walking down the street looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. Angie realised that she too was getting much more relaxed about being naked in public, but that didn’t stop her from being aroused all the time.

When it came time to get off the bus Angie waited until they were at the stop to get up and move forward. She’d realised the previous day that if she was behind a man going down the stairs and he had to stop and wait for others to get off then if she somehow attracted his attention and turned to see who was behind him, his head would be right in front of her pussy.

She had to cough to attract the man’s attention but he did get a close up view of her pussy before turning and going further down the stairs. The experience made the slight tingling in her pussy increase.

Angie had a quiet evening on her own at the house, her housemates being out somewhere and there was no sign of Tom in his room.

*****

The next morning Angie went and knocked on Mr. Whitelock’s door and when she went in she stood in her usual revealing position and waited for her boss to look her up and down and stare at her pussy and clit that was rapidly growing and hardening

“Yes Angie, what can I do you for?”

“Sir, can I ask you a hypothetical question?”

“Of course.”

“Well sir it’s for a friend who has also decided to take advantage of your discovery, she was wondering what the legal position would be if she were to have an orgasm while she was naked and stood in front of a policeman. Say out on the street.”

“A friend you say?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well Angie, if the girl put her hands on her breasts or her genitals she could be prosecuted for lewd behaviour. If she were to start shouting words that are usually associated with women having an orgasm she could be prosecuted for disturbing the peace. If she were to start squirting vaginal excretions that would probably be classed as lewd behaviour as well. Apart from that the policeman couldn’t arrest her for anything, all other indications of her having an orgasm would be internal and very difficult to prove that it was the result of an orgasm. Does that answer your question?”

“What if I, sorry my friend, were to start shaking and maybe jerking?”

“Again that would be impossible to prove that it was the result of an orgasm.”

“So apart from what you have mentioned there is no chance that my friend could get arrested?”

“Correct Angie but I would have thought that she would need some sort of stimulation to be able to have an orgasm without her body being touched.”

“She was thinking about a vibrator sir, possibly a remote controlled one.”

“Don’t remote controlled vibrators need some sort of external antenna or a wire that would be visible? If that’s the case it might come under the category of lewd behaviour but that would probably have to be proved in court. It might just make a very interesting case that would set a legal president.”

“Sir, I believe that not all remote controlled vibrators need an antenna but I suspect that the controlling range would be reduced.”

“Interesting Angie, interesting. Anything else?”

“No sir, thank you.”

Angie stood there for a few more seconds looking at Mr. Whitelock’s eyes and seeing that they were still glued to her pussy and clit. During those few seconds Angie had a vision of her cumming whilst standing there with him watching. She also wondered if her clit got even bigger when she was actually cumming. She knew that it did when she was aroused, like she was every time that she was stood in front of her boss with her legs open enough for him to see her clit but did it get even bigger when she was cumming. Angie decided to have a mirror handy the next time that she was rubbing one out.

“Thank you sir.” Angie said when her little daydream ended “oh, you said that you wanted to see me each morning.”

“Yes Angie, I did, what are you working on today?”

Angie explained what she was, and would be doing for the rest of the day but she was sure that Mr. Whitelock wasn’t listening, his eyes were staring at her pussy.

“So that’s it sir.” Angie loudly said.

“Oh yes, thank you Angie, you may go now.”

Angie again walked out of his office with a smile on her face.

Back at her desk Angie mentally went through her finances to see when she would be able to afford a remote controlled vibrator. Unfortunately she would have to wait until the end of the month.

The rest of the day, in fact the rest of the week went very much the same as recent days with Angie getting more confident about being out on the streets and on buses totally naked. One night she had invited Matt to spend the night with her and the next Tom. All the being naked was leaving Angie with a thirst for sex.

On the Saturday morning Angie and Matt set off to meet Lucy to go shopping. They met her outside her house then walked to the bus stop that would take them to the big shopping centre on the other side of the city. The bus was a single deck one and Angie was a little disappointed that she couldn’t go up any stairs with, hopefully, a man following her up. They did however sit near the back of the bus, the 2 girls slowly walking down the aisle with Matt behind them.

Of course Angie had been to the huge shopping centre before but it seemed different this time. All Angie could think of was that this time she was naked. During the walk to the bus the 3 of them had talked and it was agreed that Matt would let the 2 girls do whatever together and that Matt would walk a few metres from them, pretending that he wasn’t with them but close enough if they needed him. Matt was happy with this because it gave him a better chance to look at their nude bodies.

Walking into the shopping centre the 2 girls were approached by a security guard. Matt saw this and moved in.

“Good morning ladies,” the guard said to the 2 slightly nervous girls, “just to let you know that we know about the change in the law and that you won’t have any trouble from any of the guards unless you start doing anything inappropriate.”

“Thank you,” Angie replied, “but just to let you know the law hasn’t actually changed, it’s just that a long forgotten law has been discovered, the media picked up on it and now it would appear that half the country knows about it.”

“And you would know this how?”

“I work at the law firm that discovered the law.”

“Is that right? Well please pass my thanks on to the relevant people, having naked girls wander around here really makes my day.”

“Our pleasure.” Angie said and her and Lucy walked off with Matt following travesti kartal at a distance.

“Well that’s one problem that we won’t have.” Lucy said as they approached a fashion shop.

“You’re expecting problems Lucy?” Angie asked.

“Only resisting some of the gorgeous clothes that I hope we will see.”

The staff in the first fashion shop that they went into just stared at them as they browsed through the racks.

“Looks like the shop staff got the memo.” Lucy said.

“Do we try clothes on out here or should we go to the changing rooms to do it?” Angie asked.

“Good question Angie, maybe there will be some men standing outside the changing rooms and we can accidentally touch ourselves getting changed with the curtains open.”

“Settled then.” Angie replied.

And that’s what they did in all the fashion shops. In some they were lucky and had men watching them and some they weren’t. Well there was always Matt watching them but he didn’t really count.

When they went to the food hall for a drink and snack they sat with Matt and he told them that he’d had a couple of conversations with men that were standing outside the changing rooms, them not realising that Matt was with the 2 naked girls, and Matt passed on the compliments that the men had said about the girls and also what they had said they would like to do with the girl’s bodies. This amused and pleased both girls and they both admitted to Matt that the comments made them horny.

Matt also told the girls that he’d felt a bit guilty and that some of the shop assistants had stared at him as if he was just there to perv on the naked girls, which of course he was.

“Don’t let them get to you Matt.” Lucy said, “We know the truth and that’s all that matters.”

After their lunch they decided to go up a floor and see what was up there. This brought a whole new experience to both girls. Neither of them had thought about how exposed their butts and pussies would be to the people following them up the escalators. It was Matt who moved in and suggested that they wait to get on until a man, or men, looked like they were going to get on the escalator then make sure that they get on first.

Both girls quickly smiled as it all fell into place and that’s what they did, usually standing side by side but on different steps. It was Angie that suggested the different steps so that they could easily stand with their feet apart without banging into each other.

This teasing of the men behind and below them quickly became more important to them than clothes shopping and in the next hour or so they had gone up all 7 escalators in the complex multiple times, each time timing things so as to give pleasure to both the men and the 2 girls.

By the time the girls had had enough for one day 30 or 40 men must have had a good look at the 2 wet pussies and hundreds of people had seen them naked. Numbers that both girls were proud of.

On the bus back across the city the sexual excitement of the 2 girls was very obvious to Matt who invited Lucy back the his and Angie’s house. Eva was out but Justin was there and before long Matt and Angie, and Lucy and Justin were making out on the sofas. The guys fucked the girls to orgasms but neither girl was sated and they changed partners for another round of fucking.

After another round with their original partners the girls had had enough for a while. They phoned for pizzas to be delivered and both naked girls answered the door to a pleasantly surprised delivery guy. After pizza a few beers and quite a bit of talking Justin escorted Lucy back to her place and Matt and Angie went to her room for some more benefits.

*****

On the Sunday Angie decided to go to the gym again, and to go for a swim afterwards. But this time Angie didn’t take any clothes to wear. When she got there the student who was manning the reception just stared at her as she signed in then went to the ladies changing room to leave her bag. In the workout room everything stopped when she walked in and went to start her routine.

Things slowly started to happen again as most of the guys and the 2 girls went back to what they were doing. No one said a word until one guy decided that he wanted to lay on the bench and lift some weights. Unsurprisingly when he wanted someone to spot him he turned to Angie. She was on her back on the mats doing some leg stretches at the time and he just stood there looking down at her spread pussy until she got to her feet.

He finally managed to ask for her help and soon he was on his back looking up at her wet pussy. Angie looked at the weights that he was lifting and saw that there was only 1 x 10 Kg disc on each end of the bar. Angie smiled to herself convinced that she could easily have lifted that bar, but she wasn’t complaining, he was a man looking at her pussy close up.

Angie wondered if he was one of the men that she’s spotted for the previous Sunday because if he was he wouldn’t be able to see any more of her pussy than the previous week but he would be able to look up her front and see her tits with their rock hard nipples.

Once that man had finished Angie had the same problem as the previous week, a constant stream of men wanting her to spot for them. She also had one of the girls ask her. Having a girl getting a close up of her pussy wasn’t something that turned her on, but at the same time it didn’t turn her off so Angie helped the girl and looked down at her as she was probably looking up at Angie’s pussy. Angie noticed that the girls nipples were poking at her top and wondered is she was getting turned on and if she was a lesbian.

Again it took Angie twice as long to finish her routine and she noticed that none of the guys left the room before she did.

After the workout room Angie had decided to go for a swim, get some lengths in. At the pool’s entrance the girl manning the desk looked at the naked Angie and when their eyes met the girl said,

“Yes, I know that it’s legal, you’re not the first naked girl today.”

“Is the other girl still here?” Angie asked hoping to meet her.

“Sorry, she left about 30 minutes ago.”

Angie was disappointed but she still went to the changing room to put her things in a locker.

As Angie walked out to the pool she saw that there were more people there than the previous week. A couple of them were staring at her but Angie dove in and started her lengths. Fifteen minutes later Angie stopped swimming and got her breath. She’s loved the feeling of the water rushing by her pussy and nipples but she was out of breath.

As she stood there she looked at all the young men there to see if one of them was Tom, the guy from over the back of her house, but she didn’t recognise any of them. What’s more, they were all concentrating on their swimming so she decided that she needed some other exercise that would get people looking at her. As she climbed out of the pool and walked to the changing room she suddenly smiled.

“I know, I’ll go jogging, I’m bound to have all sorts of people looking at me if I jog through the centre of the city.”

With a more upbeat frame of mind Angie got her shampoo and went for a shower only to discover that she was alone there. As she was rinsing off her right hand went to her pussy and started rubbing around her clit. One orgasm later she was still alone so she got dried, collected her belongings and headed home, confidently walking along the street without a care in the world.

No one else was at home so it was a quick change of shoes, fill her little water bottle and out she went again. Angie had a 5 mile route that she usually jogged but that route was designed to keep her away from roads and houses as much as possible but on this day she headed straight for the city centre.

No one could possibly say that her tits were bouncing about as she ran but the internal mass was going up and down a little and it was certainly visible from the outside. The other thing with jogging naked was that the breeze that she was creating was tickling her pussy and nipples which was keeping her slightly aroused.

On she ran passing people going both ways. She quickly realised that people were stepping out of her way when she was used to have to run around people. Then she realised that stepping out of the way gave them the excuse to turn and look at her butt as she ran away from them.

Angie ran down the main shopping street and wondered if she was distracting some car drivers but she didn’t care, that was their problem. One of the cars was a police car but it didn’t stop and there was no way that the occupants could not have seen her. She thought about tits again, could naked girls with big tits running be classed as lewd behaviour? After all they would be bouncing about looking like the girl would be in some sort of pain. She took a quick glance at her own tits and was pleased that she only had small tits.

All the people looking at her was arousing Angie, not enough to make her cum but enough to make her think about getting fucked. Angie changed her planned route and headed for Tom’s house. Fortunately he was at home and to the delight of his housemates she went in. After a shower with Tom during which she relieved most of her arousal, and Tom’s sudden arousal, she joined them all for a few drinks during which she revelled in the attention that they gave her, especially as some of the time she sat opposite them with her knees slightly apart, and some of the time she sat on Tom’s lap with him idly playing with her clit as they talked.

After another session of benefits in Tom’s room he went out with her to the fence between the gardens and helped her climb over the fence back into her garden.

As Angie walked up to her room she thought about all the sex that she’d had recently and decided that 2 + 2 did make 4. All the sex was a result of her nudity. It was a happy Angie that climbed into her bed that night.

*****

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A World of Pregnancy: Gretchen’s Adventures in Pregnant Dating

“Dating” while Pregnant

Now that I’m officially preggo, I’m gonna need to be pumped full of cum vigorously and often. I need as much semen in me as possible, swelling my belly more and more. The positive pregnancy test was two days ago and I’ve yet to be creampied since getting the good news. Simply unacceptable. So, I post an ad online:

“Looking for pregnant men. Horny as hell. Knocked up but not showing yet. Reply so we can fuck. Cum inside me, please. Not looking for a relationship of any kind. Perverts preferred.”

Slutty and to the point! The responses come startlingly quickly. And I pretty much immediately regret the “perverts preferred” line. People ask to shit on me, piss on me, hump my throat until I throw up, call me “mommy” while we fuck, attempt the legendary DVDA (double vagina he gets a laugh from me right away. Introductions follow: his name’s Wes, and he has no plans tonight. Our rapport is immediately comfortable, I like his directness, and I also lack plans for tonight. We’ll go out for a drink at 8.

I get there 20 minutes early and order a tonic water with lime. Indistinguishable from a gin and tonic to anyone who didn’t hear me order it. My thinking is I don’t want this guy to instantly know about my pregnancy. Ordering a soft drink could lead to questions, and I don’t want to lie, either. I found this guy quite charming at the salon and want this to be an actual date, not like the euphemistic “dates” of pure fucking I’ve been having lately. I don’t intend to keep my secret for long, not even for the entirety of tonight. Leading with being single and pregnant via an anonymous screwing does not seem wise to me. I’ll show him some of my non-preggo personality before I break the news, hopefully winning him over enough to prevent the pregnancy from scaring him off.

He arrives 10 minutes after me. I’ve barely taken two sips of my non-alcoholic drink, not wanting him to see a drink that needs to be refilled right off so he doesn’t order for me and learn I’m not drinking alcohol (I’ve thought this shit through pretty thoroughly, as you may have gathered). He orders himself a Sam Adams and we start talking. Where we grew up, schooling, jobs, taste in music/movies/TV. We click like crazy. Not a ton exactly in common, but we feel like kindred spirits remarkably quickly. I’m nursing my drink extremely slowly, but it unavoidably gets low enough that Wes offers to order another round. “What are you drinking?”

The question I’ve maneuvered so diligently to avoid has finally come. “Tonic and lime,” I tell him, and I decide things are going well enough that I should reveal my secret at this point. As soon as the bartender puts the drink in front of me, I dive into it.

“I’m avoiding alcohol, as my drink choice may have suggested. Because…I’m pregnant, actually. Just two months in, so [I pat my still flat abdomen] not obvious yet. I am single, have no connection to the father, just wanted to have a baby at this point in my life. So, yeah. If that’s a deal-breaker for you, I 100% understand, no offense whatsoever if you don’t want to see me again. I didn’t want to tell you right off the bat because I wanted you to get to know me a tiny bit besides this one fact, and I kinda wanted to see if you were worth telling. And, to be super honest, I think you’re very much worth telling. I feel us clicking, and it’s embarrassingly early to say this, but despite my pregnancy, I’d love for this not to be our only date.”

I exhale deeply and very audibly at the conclusion of the diatribe. Good to get off my chest, but I’m super nervous in the few moments prior to his response. He’d maintained eye contact and a kind facial expression throughout my monologue, so I let myself have a tiny bit of hope.

“Well, congratulations! You want to have a kid, you’re having a kid; I think that’s awesome. You did the right thing waiting a bit, I think. I’m not sure how I would’ve responded if you led with the pregnancy, but I am sure I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you today and tonight. And it’s not a deal-breaker, to be super clear. I was 100% already hoping I’d be able to see you again, and this doesn’t change that at all. Now…I haven’t been around anyone pregnant much in my life, so I may have some pretty stupid questions, just to warn you. Like, one you probably get from everyone who knows you’re pregnant every single time you talk to them: istanbul travesti how are you feeling?”

I’m positively elated at his response. We talk about my morning sickness, fatigue, and overall excitement. It’s suddenly 1 in the morning. Sparks have most certainly been flying. We don’t go home together, though; I’m not ready to broach the sexual aspect of my pregnancy deal just yet.

A Twofer

Three and a half months along, I’m visibly preggo, sporting a modest but pleasantly round bump fairly low on my torso, centered a bit below my navel. By this point, I’ve become a lot pickier as to which sexual possibilities I choose to pursue, having become bored with the more standard hook-ups. There’s an ad online written by two pregnant men looking for a pregnant woman for a fun night. Two preggos at once?! I haven’t encountered such an opportunity before, and I know immediately that I need to get in on it. Turns out they’re a gay couple who’ve gotten way into pregnancy since getting pregnant themselves. For the first time, they have a reason to be interested in a woman.

My modest size is actually an asset for them, as they’re both 8 months along and very aware of the logistical issues incurred when two very pregnant people try to fuck each other. With my non-gigantic bump not getting in the way, we’ll only have to maneuver around one huge belly at a time (at least so long as they don’t both try to fuck me at the same time). I love the photos they send beforehand: they’ve both got nicely rounded and perky tits resting on top of very sizable bumps. And both of their torsos are pretty thoroughly covered with thick, dark hair. Pretty much my ideal pregnant male form, and doubled to boot. Let’s fucking go!

In person, they do not disappoint. They’ve unlocked the door to their apartment so they can just yell “come in” when I knock. I enter to find them in the first room, not an article of clothing between them. I don’t give them the chance to say a word before I get seriously handsy. There are four shapely tits and two gigantic low-hanging bumps on offer, and they’re all super hairy. My hands are flying around this embarrassment of sexy riches, attempting to take everything in simultaneously and immediately. They smile at my attention and both of their dicks are visibly stiffening. “Hello,” I finally say. They return the greeting, I take off my dress (nothing underneath), slip off my sandals, and we head to the bedroom.

I lay on the bed with my legs hanging over the side, providing easy access to my pussy. They take turns with me, heaving their massive bumps out of the way (and delightfully resting them on my mons pubis) and entering me forcefully, thrusting quickly. One cums, the other steps in. Refractory periods are the only thing preventing the constant shooting of loads into me. Every ten minutes or so for three hours (an entire three glorious damn hours!!!) one of them cums in my pussy. Incredible stamina on display here. I can just about feel my bump growing with the volume of semen infusions. Before I leave, I schedule another session with them for the next week, just a few days shy of their due dates. I don’t care if they’re in fucking labor, I’m getting screwed extensively by these guys again before they lose their wondrous bumps.

Wes…in Bed

I’m well into month 5 of the pregnancy, my nipples very dark and sensitive, areolas expanded, belly starting to really swell out in just about every direction. Wes and I have been on 10 or 11 dates at this point. Aaaaaaaand we still haven’t slept together. I know, I’ll habitually sleep with anonymous men semi-publicly without a second thought, and I’m holding out on the guy I’m actually dating like I’m a goddamn puritan. I’ve been sort of honest with him, revealing I’ve been pretty horny and slept around before and during the pregnancy, and I want to make it different and special with him.

More than making it special, though, I really don’t want to sleep with him until I’m comfortable enough to divulge my preggo fetish, as I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it from him if he fucks me while I’m pregnant. My hands are all over my bump during sex, I blurt out shit about filling my swollen belly with cum, and so on. I haven’t had a random hook-up in weeks, feeling like it would be cheating on Wes at this point. So, I’m horny as all hell. It’s time to disclose the fetish and get to fucking.

At dinner, I try to ease us into the topic, awkward and forced thought istanbul travestileri it may seem. I stroke my belly emphatically. “I’ve grown quite a bit lately, huh? Do you like my bump?”

He nods. “Yeah, it’s super cute. Just like the rest of you!” He answers politely and sweetly. No revelation of his having a pregnant fetish himself, though that’d be a little too much to hope for.

I continue, more haltingly as I get closer to the point. “Do you think it’s at all, like…sexy?”

Thoughtful-looking, he nods his head. “Yeah, I think it is. Curvy, feminine. What’s not to find sexy?” I can’t help but smile and eagerly launch into the meat of the matter.

“I find it really sexy myself, honestly. Really, REALLY sexy. I was super turned on by the prospect and process of getting pregnant, and now I’m turned on by my own pregnancy all the time. And pregnant men. I LOVE pregnant men.”

He’s smiling and nodding hesitantly. I continue so as to get everything out before I lose my nerve.

“You’ve been a real gentleman waiting so long before making a move to sleep with me. Thanks for that. I was kind of putting it off because I was scared to tell you about my…well, fetish, frankly. I’m a little obsessed with pregnancy. I didn’t think I could hide how into it I am if we slept together, as it’ll pretty inevitably figure into the whole sex situation. I feel really comfortable with you at this point, though, and I trust you enough to tell you about the fetish. Which, from my end at least, opens the door for sex. ASAP, if that’s okay with you. Wes [I make meaningful, serious eye contact]: I’m very horny, and I need your help.”

He laughs. “Well, I’m really glad you trust me enough to let me in on your passion for this. I’ve gotta admit I’ve never really thought about pregnancy like this at all, but I’ve also gotta admit that you really do look sexy as hell with that belly of yours. So, yeah…I’m game. I’m dying to sleep with you, of course, and I’m open to trying out whatever kind of pregnancy-related scenario gets you going.” He squeezes my hand, punctuating his kind words with supportive physical contact. I might be falling for this guy just a little bit already…

We finish dinner quickly and get our asses back to my place. We’re making out before I can get the front door open, his hands finding my burgeoning bump and mine finding his hardening cock. He’s already playing into my fetish, and I’m simultaneously grateful for and turned on by his kindness and openness. In a blur we’re inside, tearing off each other’s clothes and ending up nude on the bed together. My sensitive tits explode with sensation as he takes both my nipples into his mouth in turn. He’s rock hard, and I’m careful not to stroke too much or too vigorously so as to save that cum for when he’s gotten deep inside me.

Moving his tongue down below my tits, he licks all over my bump, especially focusing on the belly button. Further down, he eats me out for a minute, eliciting my first orgasm of the encounter. Shit, orgasms with someone you actually care about have an extra level of pleasure to them! I’d almost forgotten. Fantastic!!! Finally, he enters me in the missionary position. We make out and he squeezes my tits as we fuck. “Cum right inside me,” I moan as I feel his thrusting get irregular in the early throes of climax. I can feel him shoot right into me as he moans loudly, and I moan through my own second or third orgasm.

Post-coital, he rolls onto his back next to me. He massages my belly gently for a good 15 minutes, tenderly pushing in on it and gauging its relative softness and firmness in different areas. I’m just so glad he’s showing an interest in something I love so much. Common interests are important for a relationship to succeed…

A Pregnant…Woman?

I’m 7 glorious months into my pregnancy. I’ve developed a nice tear-drop shape, carrying rather low (though I haven’t officially “dropped” yet) and maintaining a remarkably round shape. My milk has come in, tits inflating substantially. Everywhere, flattering or not, is very visibly swollen. I love every damn bit of it.

At the supermarket one morning, I find myself reaching for the same box of cereal as another young woman. I quickly notice her advanced stage of pregnancy, and she mine. We smile at each other. Obvious chat ensues: it’s both of our first pregnancies, she’s a month further along than I am, we’re both perennially exhausted. She asks to touch travesti istanbul my belly. I oblige, lifting my t-shirt to allow full access. Her touch is tender, gently exploring my firmness and weight. Removing her hands after 30 seconds or so, she lifts up her own top for my benefit. I touch her smooth, stretch mark-free bump. It’s really wonderful, and quite different from the men’s bumps I’ve encountered. So very smooth, all sorts of curvy and feminine.

Hmmm…a woman. A PREGNANT woman. I’ve never felt sexually attracted to a woman before, but now my pregnancy fetish flares up to a fierce intensity. I’m having all sorts of dirty thoughts about my new friend here. I imagine her nipples are dark like mine, and I desperately want to suck the milk out of them. Her pussy is probably near-constantly wet, too. I want to rub it, and then probably lick it. I want to see her nude gravid form, goddess-like in its femininity. I want to fuck this pregnant lady. “Would you like to come over for a coffee?” I blurt. “Or…herbal tea, I guess, considering caffeine?” She accepts, smiling and nodding happily. I give her my address and she says she’ll head over just as soon as she stops at the pharmacy next door.

I quickly check out and head to the car, where I immediately call Wes. I’m hoping the fact that I want to fuck a woman will outweigh the fact that I want to fuck someone besides him. He enthusiastically confirms that it does, and I’m good to go. I’m sure I drive far too fast on my way home, but I’m thinking about that wonderful feminine bump more than anything on the road. Back home, I quickly straighten up anything that seems askew. I prepare everything needed to make tea, all but starting to heat the water. I put out some cookies we have in the cabinet, spread out prettily on our fanciest glass dish. I feel desperate to impress, or at least not to blow my shot at this woman by some accidental lapse in decorum.

Fifteen interminable minutes pass, and there’s (fucking finally) a knock at the door. We enjoy the agreed upon tea together. There’s plenty of small talk and not a bit of it holds my attention. I’m wondering what her breast milk tastes like (I’ve already tasted mine, naturally). And how another pussy tastes (I’ve tasted mine…from my fingers: I’m not a damned gymnast or anything). How her breasts, unleashed from her bra, rest against her bump. Whether her belly has dropped low enough to eclipse her crotch. If she’s kept her pubic hair well-tended, or let it go unkempt in its current difficult-to-access state. I want her to take her clothes off and let me explore her with my hands and mouth; she’s talking about shopping for strollers.

I try to focus up: if I pay closer attention to the conversation, maybe I can steer us in a more interesting (sexual) direction. I notice her rubbing one specific part of her belly, and ask if the baby’s moving. It is, and her shirt’s up and I’m feeling the movement. I get lucky and feel my own baby move a few moments later, so I lift my shirt and implore her to feel mine. Bellies are bared: a step in the right direction. I comment on her lack of stretch marks, and point out the faint beginnings of them on the sides of my waist. Taking a little chance, I mention that I’ve got them worse on my breasts, and ask if she’s got them anywhere else. She doesn’t, and I can’t quite see a reasonable transition for taking my top off.

Just one idea left, so it’s last ditch effort time. It could get super awkward, but I’ll almost certainly never see this stranger again, so who gives a shit? I speak quietly, feigning shyness: “Is your husband…into you, right now? I’m…well, I’m not…being satisfied, I guess?” Lots of pauses, turning a statement into a question; generally presenting as uncomfortable to allow her into the situation more easily. She blushes and shakes her head. I’ve struck out. We engage in a little bit more small talk, now far more awkward than before my failed attempts to get her naked. Finally, she leaves. I start rubbing one out before she pulls out of my driveway.

Looking on the bright side, I now know I have an attraction to pregnant women. At least pregnant women…maybe women in general? A few things absolutely need to be explored in the future. How exciting!

Wes Is Into It

I’m gravid, and I could not be happier to be able to apply that term to myself. I’m just about 8 1/2 months pregnant, and there is no question that my bump has dropped. It pretty much covers my entire crotch at this point, weighs me down every moment of every day, and routinely knocks plants and picture frames off shelves. Faint hints of stretch marks have multiplied and reddened. Swollen body parts are becoming more and more uncomfortable. It’s all delightful to me, and I’m sad this pregnancy will soon be over.

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Es ist schon so lange her, dass ich mich kaum noch erinnern konnte. Ich liege jetzt gerade an meinem Pool in der Sonne und habe einfach wieder Lust euch eine alte Geschichte von mir zu erzählen. Daher holte ich gerade meinen Mac aus dem Büro und schon gehts los mit einer Geschichte aus meiner Erinnerung.

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Ich war, glaube ich, 19 oder 20 Jahre alt. Damals war es was besonderes wenn sich die Mädels ihren Busch vor ihrer Spalte abrasiert haben. Achselhaare und Beine rasieren? Auch Fehlanzeige. Dabei war es Ende der 80er Jahre. Ich erinnere mich noch als meine damalige Freundin es pervers fand, als ich darauf bestand ihr die Haare von ihrer süßen Muschi zu rasieren, aber sie ließ es geschehen. Ich hatte währenddessen schon einen Ständer.

Ende der 80er Jahre fuhr ich immer an einen See der mit dem Auto in 15 min erreichbar war und neben meiner Heimatgemeinde lag. Da alle Freunde, nebst Freundin Arbeiten mussten und ich Überstunden abfeiern konnte, fuhr ich alleine zum See.

Ich ging an den Platz wo wir alle immer lagen, machte meine kleine Kühlbox auf und öffnete zischend eine Dose kaltes Bier. Ich lag auf meiner Decke und sah mir die wenigen Leute an, die hauptsächlich aus Frauen mit Kindern bestand. Ich legte mich zurück und dachte über mein Leben nach. Dann plötzlich neben mir, 2 Meter entfernt, kam eine Frau mittleren Alters. Vielleicht 40 Jahre alt. Als 20-jähriger empfindet man Frauen dieses Alters schon fast als Mutter, oder Oma.

Sie zog sich aus und würdigte mich keines Blickes. Ich beobachtete sie, was sie nicht sehen konnte da ich meine damals urcoole “Porsche Design” Brille mit dunklen Gläsern auf hatte. Ich war erstaunt. Sie hatte noch eine stramme Figur und kein Gramm Fett zuviel. Ein kleiner Busen und ein knackiger Arsch. Ihre Bikinihose war so halb ein Stringtanga und ich konnte gut ihre nackten Arschbacken sehen. Ich spürte wie sich mein Schwanz leicht regte. Damals war es ja schon ausreichend einen nackten Arsch zu sehen … 🙂

Ich nahm nun demonstrativ die Brille ab und blickte sie an:

“Hallo!” sagte ich kurz und sie erwiderte ebenso kurz mit einem “Hallo”. Sie kramte etwas in ihrer Tasche herum, stand auf und kam zu mir.

“Tschuldige, aber ich habe meine Sonnenmilch vergessen. Kannst du mir eine leihen?” fragte sie mich freundlich.

Ich sah sie an: “Ja sicher!” und kramte in meiner Tasche umher bis ich sie gefunden hatte.

“Soll ich dich eincremen?” fragte ich frech.

“Ja den Rücken, das wäre super!” sagte sie, nahm die Flasche und ging wieder auf ihre Decke. Sie cremte ihre Füße, ihren Bauch, ihre Arme und das Gesicht ein. Dann stand sie da, mit der Flasche in der Hand und wartete, bis ich aufstand.

Sie gab mir die Flasche und legte sich mit dem Bauch auf die Decke.

Ich muss gestehen, dass ich nervös war. Eine ältere Frau, eine Fremde einfach eincremen? So kniete ich mich neben sie und begann ihren Rücken möglichst zärtlich einzucremen.

“Nicht istanbul travesti so schüchtern, ich bin ja nicht aus Wachs!” sagte sie lächelnd.

Ich cremte sie nun fester ein. Ich überlegte mir währenddessen ob ich auch ihre Arschbacken eincremen soll und habe letztendlich beschlossen, sie ebenso in meine Eincremetätigkeit mit einzubeziehen.

Ich gab nochmal ordentlich Creme auf die Hand und schon hatte ich diese auf ihrer Arschbacke. Sie sagte nichts! Nach einem anfänglichen zögern, massierte ich die Sonnencreme ein. Ich hielt mich schön brav an die Begrenzungen des Bikinis. Plötzlich fasste sie mit beiden Händen zurück und schob die Ränder ihrer Hose in ihre Arschfalte. Jetzt hatte sie eigentlich einen klassischen String an.

Ich massierte weiter und kam natürlich rein zufällig immer weiter in die Mitte ihrer Pospalte. Sie spreizte die Beine leicht und sich stellte fest, dass sie ihre Bikinizone genauestens rasiert hatte. Kein störendes Haar.

In der Zwischenzeit hatte ich schon einen mächtigen Ständer. Sie drehte ihren Kopf zu mir und sagte:

“Du bist ja ein richtiger Profi!” und lachte.

Dann drehte sie sich um und sagte:

“Hast du Lust ins Wasser zu gehen?”

Ich kniete noch auf der Decke und wusste nicht was ich sagen sollte. “Wenn ich nun aufstehe, dann sieht sie meinen Steifen!” dachte ich mir.

“Ja Ok!” sagte ich und versuchte mich so zu bewegen, dass sie meinen harten Schwanz nicht sah.

Ich ging eiligst voraus um vor ihr im Wasser zu sein. Es war mir schon peinlich genug, wenn andere meinen Ständer sehen konnten.

Ich schwamm ein bischen raus, so das ich noch stehen konnte. Das kalte Wasser sorgte dafür, dass mein Schwanz wieder auf eine erträgliche Größe schrumpfte. Sie schwamm auf mich zu.

“So herrlich hier!” sagte sie und kam mir dabei sehr nah.

“Oh ja!” sagte ich schüchtern.

Dann plötzlich schrie sie auf:

“Au … Auaaaaaa!” und sah mich entsetzt an. “Ich habe einen Krampf! – Auaaaaa.”

Ich ging den Schritt zu ihr und sie fasste mich um den Hals. Ich hielt sie nun im Wasser. Sofort war mein Schwanz wieder hart. Sie bewegte ihre Beine, streckte sie und machte irgendwelche Übungen. Dann griff sie wie zufällig an meinen Schwanz. In diesem Moment glaubte ich vor Scham im See zu ertrinken.

“Holla die Waldfee! Du hast ja da ein Mordsteil!” sagte sie und begann ihn zu drücken. Ich wusste jetzt nicht was ich machen sollte. Sie stand wieder selbst im Wasser, hielt aber immer noch meinen Schwanz in der Hand. Sie stand mir genau gegenüber und sah mir in die Augen. Dann nahm sie ihre andere Hand, und zog mir die Badehose so weit hinunter, dass mein Schwanz frei wegstand! Sie begann ihn zu wichsen.

Sie lächelte weil sie meine Schüchternheit geniessen konnte. Ich begann dann ebenfalls ihre Bikinihose etwas herunter zu ziehen und fasste an eine, man mag es kaum glauben, rasierte Fotze. Alleine vom Gefühl eine rasierte Fotze istanbul travestileri zu berühren sorgte bei mir schon fast für einen Orgasmus. Ich musste mir in meinem Kopf andere Gedanken zusammensuchen um wenigstens nicht sofort abzuspritzen.

Dann hörte sie plötzlich auf. bückte sich ein wenig und zog ihre Bikinihose aus. Die steckte sie in ihr Oberteil.

Dann hielt sie mich mit ihren Händen am Hals umklammert und hob ihre Beine. Ich spürte an meiner Eichel ihre Fotze. Sie bewegte ich ein wenig runter, dann nach links und schon spürte ich ihre Füße hinten an meinen Oberschenkeln. Sie drückte und ich spürte wie mein Schwanz langsam in ihre Fotze gedrückt wird.

Sie sagte nichts, sie schloß nur ihre Augen. Um uns herum schwammen älter Frauen und Männer, die nicht mit bekamen was hier gerade läuft. Als mein Schwanz ganz in ihrer Fotze steckte, spielte sie mit ihren Muskeln und ich hatte das Gefühl mein Schwanz wird gemolken. Dann begann ich mich zu bewegen, ganz langsam, aber wie es bei den Jungen so ist, “Bumm” und ich spritzte ihr meinen Saft in die Fotze.

“Hoi, das ist aber jetzt schnell gegangen!” sagte sie belustigt und machte noch weiter.

“Ich äh … jaa … äh … hab schon lange nicht mehr!” sagte ich.

“Kein Problem!” sagte sie und bewegte sich so, dass mein Schwanz aus ihrer Fotze rutschte.

“Ich brauche nur 10-20 Minuten und dann gehts wieder. Dann kann ich auch sehr lange!” versuchte ich mich zu rechtfertigen.

Sie sah mich kritisch an und sagte: “Naja, wir werden sehen!” dann zog sie ihre Bikinihose wieder an und ging ans Ufer. Ich wartete noch etwas.

Als ich aus dem Wasser kam, lag sie wieder auf dem Bauch, als ob nichts passiert wäre. Auch ich legte mich wieder auf meine Decke. Ich dachte über die letzten Minuten nach und phantasierte wie wohl ihre rasierte Fotze aussehen würde. Dann spürte ich wie sich mein Schwanz wieder aufrichtete. Ich sah zu ihr rüber, nahm meine Decke und sie blickte mir nach. Dann ging ich über die Wiese, durch die Sträucher, über den Feldweg und wartete. Sie kam gleich nach. Dann ging ich relativ weit in das Kornfeld hinein und breitete die Decke aus. Sie kam und entledigte sich sofort ihres Bikinis noch bevor ich meine Badehose ausziehen konnte. Ich legte mich sofort zu ihr um keine weitere Aufmerksamkeit von außen zu erregen.

Sie ging in die Hocke und streichelte über meinen Bauch bis zu meinem Schwanz. Dann nahm sie ihn fest, sehr fest in ihre Hand und drückte zu. Dann bewegte sie ihren Oberkörper nach vorne und nahm ihn in den Mund. Sie spielte mit ihrer Zunge, mit ihren Lippen und fickte meinen Schwanz mit ihrem Mund.

“Oh Mann!” dachte ich. Meine Freundin machte dies nie so. Nur mal in den Mund und ein bischen raus und rein und das wars dann schon wieder. Ich gab ihr ein Zeichen und sie stieg mit ihrer Fotze über meinen Kopf. Wir lagen nun in 69 da und zum ersten mal konnte ich ihre rasierte Fotze begutachten. “Sooooo travesti istanbul Geil!” dachte ich mir damals. Ich begann sie zu lecken und schmeckte ihre salzige Nässe. Ein komischer Geschmack, ganz anders als der von meiner Freundin. Dann sah ich ihr kleines Löchlein oberhalb ihrer Spalte. Es war gräulich, klein mit vielen Falten. Ich war sowas von geil, dass ich das aller erste Mal meine Zunge “lang” machte, meinen Kopf hob und ihr Arschloch leckte, was sie zum Stöhnen brachte.

“Du bist aber ein kleines Schweinchen!” sagte sie im stöhnen.

Mir wars egal, sie geilte es auf und mich ebenso. Dann nahm ich zum ersten Mal einen Finger und führte ihn in ihr Arschloch. Sie stöhnte wieder. Dies machte ich normalerweise nur wenn meine Freundin nackt, tief schläft und mir ihren Arsch zuwendet. Dann ficke ich sie immer mit einem Fingerglied, ein bischen in ihren jungfräulichen Arsch während ich es mir selbst mache.

Hier war dies ganz anders! Sie schien es aufzugeilen.

Dann stieg sie von mir runter, drehte sich um und setzte sich auf meinen Schwanz. Sofort verschwand er in ihrer Spalte. Die spielte mit ihren Scheidenmuskeln und ritt darauf. Leise stöhnte sie und sie kam. Sie zitterte am ganzen Körper. Dann kam ich und spritzte ich meinen Saft in ihre Fotze.

Sie ließ sich auf die Seite fallen:

“So war dies schon ganz gut!” sagte sie und gab mir einen Kuss auf die Wange. Erst jetzt ist mir aufgefallen, dass wir uns noch überhaupt noch nicht geküsst hatten. Komisch, ich dachte damals immer, die Frauen brauchen das bevor man ihnen an die Wäsche geht.

“Ich muss jetzt wieder gehen!” sagte sie. “Mein Mann wird auch bald kommen!”

“Ok! aber sehen wir uns morgen hier wieder?” fragte ich nach.

“Hat es dir gefallen?” fragte sie wieder und ich grinste wie noch nie in meinem Leben. “Tja mal sehen was sich morgen so ergibt!” sagte sie und zog sich ihren Bikini wieder an und ging durch das Feld.

Ich war nun auch soweit und ging zurück. Sie war unterdessen ins Wasser gegangen. Ich legte mich noch kurz auf meine Decke, zündete mir eine an und dachte an sie, ihre rasierte Fotze und ihr Arschloch! Ich wusste nicht einmal ihren Namen.

Kurze Zeit darauf kam ein Typ, groß, schlank und tätowiert, was damals eher ein Zeichen für ein einschlägiges Milieu war, der von ihr eher verhalten begrüßt wurde. Ich drehte mich um und sah schon 2 Freunde von mir wie sie zielsicher auf mich zusteuerten. Ich begrüßte sie und als ich mich umblickte räumte sie gerade ihre Decke zusammen und ging mit ihrem “Mann” weg. Sie blickte sich nochmal kurz um und ich hatte das Gefühl sie lächelte mir zu.

Natürlich erzählte ich meinen Freunden die Story sofort. Sie sahen mich an, lachten und verarschten mich, da sie mir kein Wort geglaubt hatten. Ich war noch weitere 3 Tage zur selben Zeit am See, aber sie kam nicht mehr.

So gerne wollte ich sie noch in ihren Hintern ficken. Ich beließ es weiterhin dabei, meiner Freundin wenn sie schlief ein Fingerglied in ihr enges Arschloch zu schieben und mir einen runterzuholen. Das war damals voll geil für mich. Sie ist nie davon aufgewacht oder hatte etwas davon bemerkt!

Es sollte noch einige Jahre dauern, bis ich zum ersten Mal meinen Schwanz in den Arsch einer Frau schieben durfte.

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. This collection of chapters includes oral, MFFF, kink talk, foot stuff, exhibitionism, FFF, referenced fisting, MFF spitroasting, and emotional venting.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14, and is an ongoing patronized work sponsored by him. Originally written in small chapter releases, they will be collected here on Literotica in 10 chapter chunks for smoother reading.

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Chapter 401

“Good morning, gorgeous,” you said as you looked into the video call on your phone. The girls had coached you on what you should say, and even though it was 10 AM you felt like it was too early for this sort of talk.

“G’morning, John,” Tasha said. It looked like she was in her kitchen just starting to prepare her coffee for the morning. She smiled into her side of the call. “I’m not feeling particularly ‘gorgeous’ right now though.”

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, going off script almost immediately. “Tash, babe, you are absolutely everything I would want to wake up to in the morning just as you are.”

“You wake up next to Gemma and Sabrina pretty frequently,” she said flatly with a raised eyebrow. She was wearing what looked like an old, worn sleep shirt as she set the phone on the kitchen counter and leaned in to look at me.

“Oh, no,” you said. “A guy can’tpossibly have more than one dream girl, can he?”

She scoffed a little. “I’m not your dream girl.”

“You’re one of them,” you said, bringing things back around to the script again. Gemma and Sabrina were on the other side of the phone from you, both gesturing and mouthing things that you ignored as they tried to backseat-call. “You know what I woke up thinking about this morning?”

“What’s that?” she asked. “Cause I might have been thinking the same thing.”

“I was thinking aboutyesterday morning, and how much I wanted to do that again. And again,” you said.

Gemma was flashing you an ‘OK’ sign, while Sabrina was motioning in a way that you thought meant ‘be dirtier and more graphic.’

“Maybe I was thinking about that too,” Tasha blushed as she bit the inside corner of her lip. “You know, you three made last night at the clubparticularly hard for me to stay concentrated.”

“I make no apologies, and neither do the girls,” you said. “Tash, I want you here with us.We want you here so we can absolutely smother you with love. Come over.”

“What, did you get impatient with the flirting?” she asked with a smirk as she stood up. In the background it sounded like her coffee had finished, and as she moved to get it you could see she was wearing a pair of boxer-like sleep shorts that were covered in Sponge-Bobs. It was cute and somehow sexy at the same time seeing her feeling casual and comfortable.

“I’ll keep flirting with you until you say stop,” you said. “But yes, I’m impatient, so come over.”

“You know I’m not a sub like Sabrina,” she said as she came back over to the camera, blowing softly on her coffee as she leaned down again. “Just because I like you taking charge a bit doesn’t mean you can just summon me for a booty call.”

“I know,” you said. “But I also know that you want today, because you know by the end of the night you’re going to be an absolute puddle of goo when we tuck you in and snuggle you, you’ll come so many times.”

“That dirty mouth is going to get you into trouble, John,” she said with a smile.

“Not as much as my dirty mind,” you grinned back. “Come over.”

“Let me get dressed,” she said. “And shower.”

“Just get dressed,” you said. “You and me in the shower again is on my list for the day.”

“Mmmgh,” she groaned. “I didn’t shower last night and I still have the club stank on me. I need to wash my hair or you’ll be smelling booze and cigarettes and broken dreams.”

That one got you to snort a little. “OK, shower and wash your hair,” you said. “We’ll save the shower sex for tomorrow.”

“Alright,” she said. Then she glanced off camera like she was double checking she was alone, and she set down her coffee mug and lifted up her shirt, flashing you her fantastic tits as she stuck out her tongue playfully. “There,” she said as she wiggled them. “Now you can be as turned on as I am until I get there.”

“God, you’re gorgeous,” you said.

She rolled her eyes and dropped her shirt as she smiled. “Thanks, John. For Thursday, and yesterday. You and the girls really did pick me up.”

“We’re not done yet,” you said. “See you soon.”

“You too,” she said and blew an air kiss at the phone before hanging up.

“She flashed you, didn’t she,” istanbul travesti Sabrina guessed.

“Tits or pussy?” Gemma asked.

“Tits,” you said, shaking your head. “Fuck, they are something else.”

“Good job, love,” Gemma said as she sat down on the couch next to you and snuggled in, leaning her head on your shoulder. “You were playful and made her feel sexy without being too much.”

“I thought he could have been a little more explicit,” Sabrina said, coming and sitting in your lap as she curled her legs over Gemma’s and leaned against your chest. “I know I would want you to be.”

“Noted,” you chuckled as you hugged her with one arm while you slipped your other around Gemma’s shoulders. “When we are apart for some reason and video call or sext, I’ll be as explicit as possible.”

“Thank you, baby,” she grinned at you and then gave you a little kiss.

“You can be a littleless explicit with me,” Gemma smirked. “Especially if I don’t have headphones in. The last thing I need is someone in my family overhearing you talking about missing my ass or something.”

“Oh, please,” Sabrina chuckled. “They all know you have a nice ass.”

“But they don’t need to hear about it from my boyfriend!” Gemma laughed.

“So…” you said once the laughter died off. “Tasha’s going to be probably an hour or so if she’s showering and getting ready. What are we going to do?”

“I have some editing and emails to do for OnlyFans,” Sabrina said. “You and Gemma are working on the Mock Trial. And no inappropriate touching until Tasha gets here.”

“Awww,” you and Gemma both groaned at the same time and then started laughing.

Sabrina rolled her eyes as she stood up. “Sometimes I feel like I’m dating two horny teenagers,” she said.

“Really?You feel that way?” Gemma guffawed.

Sabrina pulled down her panties, a cute little pair that had already been showing off half her ass under your t-shirt that she was wearing, and mooned the two of you as she stuck out her tongue.

“Come here,” you growled playfully, reaching for her. “That looks tasty.”

Sabrina shrieked a giggle as you chased her into the bedroom, leaving Gemma laughing on the couch.

Chapter 402

“Hey,” you said, opening the door to Sabrina’s apartment.

“Hey-yo-!” Tasha said, who turned it into a whoop as you grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside while lifting her up. You crushed your lips to hers in a kiss as you spun and immediately headed for the couch in the living room area. Sabrina was laughing somewhere behind you, shutting the door. Tasha took your head in her hands as she kissed you back after dropping her bag haphazardly, and then she pinned her knees on either side of your waist to feel more stable.

In your brief glance at her, you could tell she’d done herself up fully knowing what you’d be doing when she arrived. She’d worn a loose, hippy-ish top that showed off her cleavage and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, the colourful tie-dye a little garish but giving her that 70’s look with her bright, blonde hair and open, pretty expression. She had jean shorts for bottoms and your hands went from her waist to her ass as you walked, and she kicked off her flip-flops before you reached the couch.

You set her down, pulling away from the kiss. “God, you look hot,” you said as you started to undo the button on her shorts as she looked up at you with steamy, wide eyes. “I can’t wait another second, I need to taste you again.”

“Fuck,” she gasped as you got her shorts undone and started pulling them over her hips.

“Hey, babe,” Gemma said, coming out from the bedroom and sitting down on the couch next to Tasha and sweeping some hair out of the woman’s face before leaning in and giving her a kiss. “That’s a hot shirt, you have excellent taste.”

“Thanks,” Tasha gasped, clearly a little overwhelmed as you finished peeling her shorts off of her. She’d shaved or waxed since yesterday morning and now she had a small dot of peach fuzz pubic hair on her mound and the rest of her was bare. You lifted her knees and pulled her to the edge of the couch, growling happily before diving between her thighs and driving your tongue between her pretty labia. “Oh, God,” she gasped in response.

“Hey Tash,” Sabrina said, following you back from the door and sitting down on Tasha’s other side. This part of things had been moderately planned, and Sabrina was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she took Tasha by the chin with two fingers and turned her head to give her a hello kiss as well. “I’m so happy you came over.”

“Step- ungh- step three, right?” Tasha grunted, blinking rapidly as you worked your tongue on her.

“Itis step three,” Sabrina smirked a little and then kissed her again lightly. “But we reallydo want you. Gemma and I value you so much as a friend and think you’reso fun. And pretty. John too, but he has other ways of saying that.”

“I’m getting the message,” istanbul travestileri Tasha said, then let out a wordless little moan as her eyes closed. You’d shifted up slightly, playing at her clit with the edge of your tongue, before slipping back down. With the opportunity from Thursday night and yesterday morning, you’d already learned some of Tasha’s specific likes, and you weren’t waiting to put them to use. In response, she ran the fingers of both hands through your hair.

“Right now is all about you,” Gemma said, snuggling up a little closer to her. “Later, it’ll be more mutual.”

“Can’t wait,” Tasha groaned. “God, John, that’s good.”

The girls traded off kissing Tasha and whispering sweet little things to her as you knelt on the floor and ate her out, eventually working a couple of fingers into the mix as well. Tasha’s first orgasm was small and actually made her hiccup, but you didn’t let up on her at all. At some point the girls got Tasha’s top off as well, running their fingers over the blonde’s astoundingly perfect tits. They weren’t as big as Gemma’s, which meant they didn’t quite have the heft and hang – they were big but remained perky in a way that was kind of gravity-defying without being fake. You wouldn’t ever change anything about Sabrina or Gemma, but if you’d been describing the ‘perfect body,’ Tasha’s tits would have been the standard.

The girls added in teasing those tits and little beady nipples to their kissing and positive verbal assault, and Tasha groaned her way into a second orgasm that reached a climax as both Gemma and Sabrina moved in and made a three-way kiss of it as they both massaged one of her boobs. Three-way kisses weren’t really ‘a thing’ as far as the three of you had figured out so far – it was silly, and a little fun, but a lot harder to make it feel meaningful or convey anything like a good kiss should.

Tasha was left panting as you finally raised your lips from her labia, kissing your way slowly back up her thighs until you reached her knees while you sat back on your heels.

“Hey, babe,” you said with a little grin, feeling her juices on your lips.

“Hey,” Tasha grunted and then broke into a giggle and pressed her thighs together. “Thanks for the warm welcome.”

“Any time,” you grinned, running your hands along her bare outer thighs and just enjoying the physical touch. “Have I mentioned that you are an absolutely amazing woman today?”

“You hinted at it,” Tasha sighed, smiling broadly. Then she glanced at Gemma and Sabrina. “You do realise that your boyfriend is an extremely complimentary flirt, right?”

“You should have heard him before we all got together,” Sabrina smirked, looking at you with a teasing smile. “He could barely string a sentence together when he was making small talk with secretaries.”

You snorted softly, thinking of how far you’d come with Becks since then. She’d called last night asking for permission to come, and you held her on edge for almost ten minutes before allowing it. Gemma had heard her moans through the phone from the kitchen, and you’d been in the bedroom. “I think all my personal growth this summer has been for the better,” you said.

“Oh, it was always there,” Gemma said, leaning forward and bending down to kiss some of Tasha’s taste off your lips. “You just figured out how to use it.”

Chapter 403

“Before we have this talk, can I not be the only one who is naked?” Tasha asked.

You’d shifted from the couch to the kitchen table, and you felt like the request was fair as you chuckled and nodded. You started to pull off your shirt, and Sabrina – who’d been wearing a summer dress, stood up from her seat and let the shoulder straps slip from her shoulders so her entire dress slid down her body leaving her naked.

“I meant maybe I could put on my shirt,” Tasha guffawed.

“Sorry, hon, that’s not how we roll,” Gemma laughed as she pulled off her t-shirt and undid her bra, letting her tits spill out.

Tasha was blushing all over again, which was cute as hell considering the four of you had already had a night of sex once before, and you and Gemma quickly followed Sabrina in getting fully naked. All three of the girls broke into little grins as you dropped your shorts and boxers, your cock bouncing up and into view.

“OK, fine, this is better,” Tasha laughed, cupping her tits and thumbing her nipples for a brief moment. “What do we need to talk about though?”

“We’ve developed a… let’s call it an understanding of what makes really, really good sex,” Gemma said. “And the best sex we’ve had with people we’ve hooked up with always starts with being completely open.”

“This isn’t ‘completely open?'” Tasha asked, gesturing to all of you sitting around naked. “You asked me to come over with the intention of having a bunch of sex, and I came over, and now we’re all naked and I’ve already cometwice. And we did it before.”

“This is open,” you said. travesti istanbul “But Gemma’s not just talking about being comfortable naked.”

“We need to talk about likes and kinks,” Sabrina said. “What sort of stuff you like, and what things you might want to try if you’re comfortable enough with us. Like, before John and I got together, I wasn’t super experienced with other people – I wasn’t a virgin, and I’d experimented by myself obviously, but I didn’t know what I reallyloved during sex. But now I know I’m a bit of a masochist and like being pinched and getting hickeys from him and Gemma, and I know I like being choked and spanked hard, and I come so fucking hard when they put it together into rough sex.”

“Whereas I like playing around with some of that stuff, but not always,” Gemma said. “I’m also a bit of an anal queen, it turns out. I love John taking my ass. Not to mention the fact that I’m open to playing with girls – Inever would have thought that before we got together.”

“Yikes,” Tasha said, still blushing. “Um, OK. So, like, you want to know my deep, secret fantasies.”

“They don’t need to be deep dark fantasies,” you said. “But we want to know whatyou know you like instead of us guessing. You don’t need to explore new stuff with us if you don’t want to.”

Tasha bit her lip, looking between the three of you, and then shrugged. “Fuck it, you guys know I did a fucking gangbang train. It’s not like anything is more in your face than that. And, by the way, that’s definitely not something I’m doing again whether my future boyfriend likes the idea or not. Once was more than enough.”

“You found your boundary, that’s good,” Gemma said, reaching over and taking Tasha’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Um… well…” Tasha said but hesitated. “One thing I know I get off on is like… public sex. Like, doing it in places we might get caught or seen.”

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Sabrina said with a grin. “Any stories?”

“Not really,” Tasha said. “I mean, handjobs and blowjobs and getting fingered in different places mostly. Theatres, dance clubs, parks, that sort of thing. I only ever actually hadsex in a public place once, and that was in an airplane bathroom.”

“You’re in the mile-high club?” Gemma asked with a grin. “How was it?”

“Not great,” Tasha chuckled. “Cramped, and my boyfriend at the time was a little on the small side. He wasn’t bad in bed at all, but in tight confines he couldn’t put his other skills to use really. He got off, I didn’t.”

“Just spitballing,” Sabrina said. “But Ido have a balcony right there.” She glanced meaningfully over towards the glass sliding door leading out to the balcony. It wasn’t even noon yet so it was currently shaded, but in the afternoon the sun would hit it.

“Maybe,” Tasha grinned.

“I’m in if you are,” you said, putting a hand on her knee and smiling.

Tasha bit her lower lip again and nodded.

“What else?” Gemma asked.

“Um,” Tasha said, then flushed again. “This one I’ve not really… explored so much but… I mean, I’ll do anal, that’s not that freaky I think these days. But I’m also kind of into… like, feet?”

“Wait, really?” Sabrina asked, leaning forward. “Sorry, I don’t mean that to be like ‘Oooh, freaky.’ I mean like, I’ve alwaysheard about people being into feet but I’ve never met someone like that before. Is it like, you likeyour feet being played with, or do you like other people’s feet?”

“Um, I like… I just like other people’s feet, mostly?” Tasha hedged. “It’s not like I see a foot and I’m turned on or anything. But a nice foot, nice toes, manicured nails… I dunno. I think they can be sexual.”

“Well, you’ve seen all of ours,” Gemma said. “Would you want to explore that with any of us?”

Tasha was blushing furiously now. “Maybe… Gemma and Sabrina?” She looked at me. “Sorry, but you’ve got some hair on your toes and that’s not what I like.”

“No offence taken,” you said. “And, for what it’s worth, from the little I sawyour cute little toes last time, you have nice feet too.”

“Thanks,” she said.

“Well, you’re definitely going to get to do some foot worshipping if you’re into that,” Sabrina said with a grin. “And I think we should save it for later tonight, but John is definitely gonna make that booty of yours sing. How do you feel about strap-ons?”

“I’ve never played with one for real,” Tasha said. “I had a whole bit about them at one point, so I got one to try on and maybe wear on stage, but it never really worked for me.”

“Well, it’s not too hard,” Sabrina said. “And you can help us fulfil one of Gemma’s fantasies.”

“What?” Gemma asked. “What fantasy?”

“Getting stuffed in a DP,” Sabrina grinned. “John’s cock and two strap-ons means you can get your mouth stuffed too. That’s called being ‘airtight.’

You were, in fact, very, very hard based on what direction the conversation was setting the day towards. Blowing out a breath, you had to laugh, and all the girls looked at you. With a shrug, you laughed again and gestured at your cock standing straight up from your lap. “I’m gonna need some help here.”

All three of them tried to call dibs.

Chapter 404

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“Oh well, here goes nothing.” Evie muttered to herself, letting herself in through the massive front door. The murmur of voices, intermingled with the sound of music, she could hear coming from the living room as she miserably made her way the few steps to the half-open internal door, confirmed her worst fears – that for some reason, her parents were not at their usual Tuesday night game of bridge with the other three couples in their group, but instead were at home, watching television and unaware that their daughter was about to unwillingly interrupt their peace and quiet.

Taking a deep breath and pushing her shoulders back in a determined effort to show her mother she was in control of herself, the apprehensive young woman prepared to apologise to her parents for interrupting their evening and quietly walked into the huge, dimly-lit lounge. What she saw then, what she could never un-see, was a sight that was to change her life and her relationship with her parents forever…

“Oh my God, Vicky, you have such a tight cunt for an old lady. I love it when you draw my card out and I get to fuck you again.”

On the fireside rug, illuminated by the light from the porn film showing on the television screen, Victoria Chadderton-Frazer was on her hands and knees. Naked, her pendulous breasts swinging and swaying in time with her grunting, she was pushing herself back against the pelvis of the chubby Indian gentleman who was violently thrusting his large brown cock in and out of her well-lubricated vagina.

“Fuckkkk…I love it too, Jiv… You have the best cock of any of our little group… So hard… So deep…”

Dr. Sanjiv Chopra – 58 year-old fellow partner in the same surgery as the lustfully moaning Victoria – laughed out loud, slapping her white buttocks with a resounding crack and extracting a yelp of pain from his panting lover.

“Do you want it up your ugly, white arse again, you old slut? You want my hard Indian cock up your snobby, English arsehole?”

Beneath him, Victoria moaned in submission. He knew just how to treat her to turn her on. She wanted, no needed, to be dominated and taken like this. Forced to accept whatever her lover wanted from her. Accept whatever degrading act he wanted to inflict on her old body.

“Ohhh yessss… You evil bastard…Spank my flabby arse and make me howl like like the bitch I am… Fuck my tight hole,… Oh my God, make me cum, for fuck’s sake…”

The good doctor chuckled once again, laughing at his lover’s moan of disappointment as he slid his cream-covered cock from her grasping pussy and aimed it at her puckered little starfish.

“Here it goes, my merter escort little slut. Take my thick, brown cock up your tight shitter. Play with your cunt for me, bitch…”

Victoria obediently replaced his absent cock in her gaping sex with three of her fingers, then moaned with a mixture of lust and pain as she felt his cock press against her clenched rectum and slide deep into her bowels.

“Fuckkkk… fuck, fuck, fuck… So big, so fucking deep…”

Sanjiv grinned in triumph, smug in the knowledge that once again he had his snobbish work-colleague begging for his big cock up her tight arse.

* * *

Catching a small movement in the corner of his eye, the doctor turned his head toward the door, just in time to see a young woman he instantly recognised as his lover’s daughter push her hand down the front of her jeans while she stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his violent rutting with her mother.

His smile widened as he watched the attractive young woman he’d known from being a child. Aware that her daughter was lost in lust-filled fascination as she manipulated her sex whilst watching her mother being fucked in her back-door, he grabbed Victoria’s short, grey hair and roughly turned her head to face the enthralled girl.

“It seems your little girl is as horny as you are, bitch… Shall I stop? Let you go to her?”

Staring at her daughter, the sex-crazed Victoria shook her head. Almost begging, she whispered in a pathetic whimper as she looked over her shoulder at her grinning lover, “No…No… Please don’t stop…” Turning back to her daughter, her eyes flashed angrily as she snapped irritably at the young woman, “Evelyn!… Stop that immediately. Go sit in the kitchen and wait until we’ve finished.”

Over in the doorway, her mother’s loud, authoritative command snapped Evie out of her voyeuristic trance. Obediently, she withdrew her hand from down the front of her soaked panties and turned to leave the room.

“Close the door after you, child.” Victoria’s impatient shout after her daughter was quickly followed by another whimper of lust as she once more placed her head on the floor and eagerly accepted the continuation of her lover’s cock plundering her tight arsehole…

* * *

Chapter 3

In the kitchen, several minutes later, Evelyn was doing exactly as her mother had instructed her (she always did). Sitting at the central island, she was gazing glassy-eyed into nowhere. Her thoughts a jumbled mass of contradictions over what she had just witnessed in her parents’ living room. “That woman couldn’t have been my mother, surely. Not behaving in such a debauched manner, talking in such a disgusting way. My mother is always so ‘straight-laced’, so puritanical, surely this is all a dream, a nightmare…”

“Well?… What have you got to say for yourself? Why did you think it was acceptable to walk into my house without knocking like that?”

Victoria’s stern voice snapped her daughter from her living nightmare. Her eyes flashing with anger, she pulled a chair out and sat opposite her confused off-spring, fixing her gaze with a glare that was scathing in its intensity.

“I’m so sorry, mother, I had no idea… What… I mean… Oh God, this is…” Evelyn couldn’t help herself. Her eyes, caught full-bore by her mother’s angry scowl, suddenly filled with tears. A huge sob escaped her lips as the reality of the moment hit home, “What about daddy? How şişli escort could you… like that?… and with Dr. Chopra?”

Across the table, Victoria’s frown softened slightly. Her initial terror at being caught behaving in such a lewd and obscene manner, and by her daughter no less, had manifested itself into the angry reaction embarrassment always produced in her. Realising the huge shock Evelyn must have had at catching her mother in such a compromising situation, she grimaced, even blushed slightly, before tenderly taking the younger woman’s hands in her own and saying softly, “Yes… Well, even though we are both adults, and I am your mother so I don’t have to answer to you, I do suppose you deserve an explanation… So stop sniffling like a child and I’ll try and answer any questions you may have.”

Surprised by her mother’s unusual show of affection in holding her hands, Evelyn stared through her tears at the worried frown on the other woman’s face. Try and answer any questions?… Any questions?… For fuck’s sake, how can she be so… formal. Of course I’ve got questions, you stuck up bitch. I’ve just caught you behaving like a slut with a man who isn’t my father, and you’ll try and answer any questions I may have?… Fuck me, the gall of the woman… Shame and embarrassment were quickly replaced by anger as her mother’s words rang through her brain. Snatching her hands away from Victoria’s, Evelyn snapped angrily, “Of course I’ve got bloody questions, mother. I’ve just walked in on you being fucked by your work colleague, a man who’s been a friend of the family nearly all my life, and you think I ‘may’ have some fucking questions?”

“Evelyn!!… How dare you speak to me like that?… I am your mother, don’t you presume yourself to be my equal. You were not brought up to use such disgusting language, so stop doing so immediately or I’ll…”

Victoria’s next words died in her throat as the absurdity of what she had just said suddenly hit home. Her daughter had just seen and heard her behaving like a cheap whore and yet, here she was, about to admonish the young girl for using bad language. Slowly, a pink blush rose up her face and, for possibly the first time in her life, she apologised to another woman.

“I’m sorry… That was stupid. Please, let’s have a drink, and I’ll try and explain everything.”

* * *

Chapter 4

“How could you, mother? What about daddy?… Where is he, while you’re…?”

Victoria, brazenly determined to keep control, responded to her daughter’s angry question by coolly looking over the young woman’s head and asking, “I’m not sure. Who drew George out tonight? Did you see?”

Evelyn whipped around in her seat. Unaware that he had entered the room a while ago, she was shocked to see that Dr. Chopra was leaning against the sink with a drink in his hand. Not unusual, in itself, – only for the fact that he was still totally naked and with his appendage, glistening with a mixture of lubrication gel and her mother’s sexual juices, hanging between his thighs like a large, wet, sausage.

“Oh my God…”

It was now Evelyn’s turn to blush. Her face turning crimson as she was confronted by the brown cock dangling mere inches from her face before swiftly turning around again to face her mother.

“Sorry, child… I maybe should have dressed…” The doctor’s deep voice, edged by a throaty chuckle, caused Evelyn to look up to where he’d moved fatih escort to. Standing behind her mother, his limp cock was now hanging only a couple of inches to the side of her face and inexorably drawing the flustered young woman’s gaze to it as it swung from side-to-side every time he moved. Smiling arrogantly at Evelyn’s obvious fascination with his genitals, he answered her mother’s question by saying brusquely, “I think it was Olive… They had disappeared upstairs before we left to come here.”

Victoria smiled, amused by her daughter’s obvious uneasy interest in Sanjiv’s flagrant displaying of his impressive phallus. Turning toward him, she gently swatted the soft organ, causing it to swing around even more provocatively, “Yes you should. Put some trousers on, you dirty old man and stop embarrassing my daughter.”

Her mother’s chuckle caused Evelyn to turn away from Dr. Chopra’s slowly-hardening cock and look into his eyes for the first time.

“Oh, I think, maybe she is enjoying the view. Perhaps I should just stay here like this.” Sanjiv chuckled at his little joke. Enjoying the young woman’s awkwardness, he grasped his cock and slowly slid his hand up and down its length until it was once again as hard as an iron bar, “What do you say, Evelyn? Should I get dressed and cover myself from your view?”

Evelyn gasped at his blatant exhibitionism. Her knickers, already soaked from her previous voyeuristic observation of the two elderly lovers having sex, flooded once again in the face of her unwanted arousal. Determined that this old man, this friend of the family she’d known nearly all her life, would not get the upper hand and embarrass her into being a babbling little girl, she murmured as calmly and nonchalantly as she could manage, “It’s up to you. I’ve already seen it from every possible angle, so if you want to keep on exposing yourself, who am I to say stop?”

Victoria’s eyebrows raised in surprise at her daughter’s reply. She had her suspicion’s as to where Sanjiv was intending this to go. Her own adulterous association with her work partner – with the full knowledge and approval of her husband, George – was one thing. But sanctioning her daughter’s extra-marital intercourse with the same man? That was something completely different…

“Sanjiv… I don’t think…”

Impatiently shushing his lover, the assertive doctor walked around the table and stood next to the trembling Evelyn, bending down and whispering quietly, “Why don’t you hold it, little girl? I think you would like to… Yes?”

Evelyn gasped, her breath struggling to reach her lungs deep inside her heaving chest. This was wrong. Dr. Chopra was old, with a flabby body, not at all like any of the young men she’d ever fancied before. He was married too. She was married, for fuck’s sake, and, despite his own adultery, she had never been unfaithful to her husband. Now, a very naked, very aroused, thick brown cock was standing proudly mere inches from her face and commanding her to stare lustfully at its throbbing rigidity. Her lips opened slightly, her protest silenced in her mouth as she felt Sanjiv take her hand and place it on his hot shaft, wrapping her fingers around it and gently moving it up and down before taking his own hand away and giving her the opportunity to stop. She didn’t. Instead she looked over at her nervous-looking mother.

Victoria opened her mouth to speak, intending to put a stop to this nonsense, only to catch Sanjiv’s angry glare as he silently indicated for her to keep quiet. Obediently, she lowered her eyes and pulled her silk wrap tightly around her chest, watching uneasily as her daughter sobbed, seemingly transfixed by the older man.

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Nothing breaks the ice like a fifth of vodka. That was my personal choice, but he had chosen to loosen up with Jagermeister while she had shared my vodka, which was fine by me. The three of us sat watching HBO and chatting, occasionally laughing as we drank, the tension melting away with each swallow. We were ranged about the room in various states of undress, losing clothing as mood and the heat of the alcohol in our blood prompted us. She had sprawled out on the bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some panties and he had taken up residence in one of the wing chairs near the window and had managed at some point to become shirtless. For myself, once I saw her pants coming off I didn’t see any reason to remain in mine and stripped down to my shirt and undies before stationing myself at the foot of the bed where I had a good view of both of them. My husband, who hadn’t known either of them as long or as well as I did, had gone across the city to have dinner with a friend, so he was missing all of the fun of slowly becoming drunk.

Things had calmed to a nice mellow lull, though I could feel that electricity starting to charge the air again as I watched the two of them. Maybe it was all coming from me, but I didn’t think so as I watched them share brief glances, as if neither one wanted to be the first to say it. I have to say, I was amused. I knew she was reluctant, but I also knew that he wasn’t in the least, and possibly just looking for a good opportunity to put voice to the ideas circling about in his head. I had already decided what I was going to do, and that was to relax and wait until things developed. I just didn’t know how soon that would be.

It was only a few minutess later when she slithered off of the bed and announced her intention to take a shower, claiming that the day had made her feel grubby and tired and she needed to relax in the hot water. I felt a little thrill race through me as I realized the one woman I had ever been sexually curious about was going to be naked just a few feet away from me, separated by a single door. I casually raised my eyes to him, knowing he would anticipate my thoughts, and met his gaze. As cool as I tried to be about it, I couldn’t stop the slightest twitch of a smile on my lips as she proceeded to gather up a towel and her shower things and disappear into the bath, the door clicking quietly as it shut behind her.

I cast a long glance over my shoulder at the door while he tried to remain casual, but I could see him practically squirming in his seat at intent he had read in my eyes. When I turned back to him, his eyes were almost desperate and his voice was a harsh whisper when he spoke.

“You’re not going to do it. You wouldn’t.”

I smiled as I pushed myself onto my hands and knees, crawling toward him with a slow, deliberate movement that swayed my hips. I knew that the neckline of my shirt was low enough that, at this angle, he could almost see all of my breasts as I moved toward him and I could see that the sight excited him in the widening of his eyes and the way he licked his lips. I drew close and rested my chin against his knee as I looked up at him and I knew my blue gaze was all but devouring his.

“Wouldn’t I? I think you can answer that question yourself. Now here’s what you do and no arguing…,” I rose to my feet and stepped between his legs, lowering myself until I leaned in over him with my hands resting on the arms of the chair. “I know you’re already hard just thinking about it, so I want you to start stroking yourself.”

I had to rest a hand on top of his as he immediately tried to comply, stilling the movement with a touch of my fingers on the back of his wrist.

“Wait, wait…my, you’re eager. No, you wait. I’m going to go into that bathroom. You will sit here and stroke yourself, but you will not come. In fifteen minutes time, I want you to come in.”

I turned and pointed to the clock on the bedside table, it’s large red numbers glaring and easy to read from across the room. When I turned back to him, he was looking up at me with wide, expectant eyes, causing me to laugh softly. I stepped around behind the chair, leaving him to stare at the clock.

“Now. Take your cock out for me and I want to see you start.”

I watched him from behind, slipping my shirt off and dropping it to the floor, while he tugged his fly open and took his hard cock into his hand. He began to stroke himself, soft little sighs of pleasure and pleading whimpers coming from him that caused my pulse to race. I slithered out of my panties and slipped them over his shoulder, cupping my hand in the soft satin and rubbing it across his nipples. He gasped and leaned back to look up at me as I released the panties and let them slide down his stomach to pool against the hand stroking his cock.

“Something to keep you excited. Time starts now,” I whispered in his ear before stepping out from behind the chair and sauntering into the bathroom without a backwards glance.

The sound of the door opening wasn’t really audible above the hiss of the water and the steam in pendik escort the room probably shrouded me from view, but I knew she was already aware of my presence. Maybe it was just the temperature change as cool air from the hotel room rushed into the bath as I left the door open slightly so that he could hear us, but I saw her outline grow still behind the shower curtain. She called his name, the word echoing loudly from the tiles in the small, confined room, sound seeming to rattle back down around us like broken glass. I remained silent as I stepped closer to the shower, knowing she could see my silouhette and that I wasn’t anywhere near as tall as him. When I finally spoke, my hand was already on the edge of the curtain, pulling it back.

“No…it’s me. All that vodka is getting to me and if I don’t get wet I think I might faint. Isn’t it funny?”

I jerked the curtain back and stepped into the shower without any other explaination, while she stood beneath the water, bright red curls sticking wetly against her neck as she stared at me in shock. But I could see something else behind that gaze: excitement. I flashed her a grin and stepped forward toward the pounding spray of water, turning to nudge my hip against hers, slick with soap.

“Budge over, would you? Shower hog.” My words were light and filled with amusement and I heard her laugh, trying to turn the whole incident into just a quirky sort of “Oh, wasn’t that funny when…?” experience that she could walk away from unscathed. I had other plans. Still grinning, I grabbed up the bottle of shower wash and turned towards her.

“As long as I’m here I might as well be useful, right? Turn.”

I saw hesitation in her gaze and I knew she was going to balk, so I took her shoulder and gave it a nudge in the right direction. She stiffened and then relaxed slightly under the touch, the bemused smile coming back to her face as she turned to face away from me. I squirted a large dollop of the shower gel into a puff and rubbed it between my hands to a thick foam as I let my gaze slide down her back to the curve of her ass.

As the puff touched her shoulderblade, I saw her jump and then force herself to calm, and it made me smile. I began to work the lather across her shoulders and then down to the small of her back, rivulets of frothy bubbles sliding across her ass and down the length of her thighs. I soaped her back with slow, firm movements that were massaging and at some point she began to lean back toward me, welcoming the relaxing touch. I stepped forward, pressing my hips in against her, slick with lather, and slid my hands beneath her arms, running the scratchy, soapy shower puff across her ribs. I felt her shiver and I chuckled softly.

“Tickles, doesn’t it?” I whispered into her ear as let the puff fall to the shower floor and let my hands smooth across her slipper skin, up to cup her breasts. She never resisted, and I knew she wouldn’t as I began to caress her breasts with my fingertips, my touch teasing and light. I turned her around as the last of her resistance slipped away, and pressed her in against the wall of the shower with my body, my breasts and hips against hers. I leaned in to capture her mouth and she was accepting, her lips parting beneath mine as our tongues met. I braced one hand against the tile wall and enjoyed her mouth for a few moments before slipping away to kiss down the curve of her neck. My free hand moved across her breast, fingertips stroking just below the heavy lower curve as I whispered against her skin.

“Be a good girl and stand still now. Let me enjoy you.”

She shivered against me, but barely. There wasn’t much resistance left in her as I began to move my mouth across her shoulder and down her chest, moving inexorably toward her breasts. I paused, cupping and lifting them in my hands before I bent to slowly lick the water from each breast in turn, laving the skin as I slowly worked my way toward the nipple, lips pursed around it to suck the droplets from her skin. She twisted silently against the shower wall and I had to wonder what he was thinking as he sat in the room beyond the barely cracked door, stroking his cock and listening to the sudden mysterious silence that had fallen in the bath. He would be coming in soon and I wanted to make sure that he could hear her moaning before then, so I needed to up the ante.

As much as I hated to end my slow torture of her nipples, I began to kiss down her stomach, lowering myself to my knees in front of her. Her eyes were screwed shut and her head leaned back against the wall of the shower, as if she didn’t want to open her eyes to the pleasure she was allowing me to have with her. I knelt there, looking up at her, her hands splayed out against the tile wall as if she might hold on to keep herself from falling if she became too weak to stand. It was enough to send a wave of pleasure through my body, but I wouldn’t allow myself to become distracted. Instead I turned my attention to her sex, directly in front of me, her hair like a soft down close against her skin.

I şişli escort couldn’t wait any longer and I reached forward to grasp her hips, tugging slightly and angling her away from the wall as I leaned in, pressing my lips into the curve of her thigh. I nudged her legs apart, sliding one hand off of her hip and down between her thighs to cup her buttocks and pull her towards me. She was already open and wet, beads of water glistening on her skin and hair. I clung to her hip, fingers digging in to the soft flesh as my mouth found her. My tongue snaked out, nudging between the slick lips of her pussy as I savored the taste of her, so very like my own and yet distinctly different. Somehow less sweet and more sharp and spicy; exotic. I began to lick at her clit, feeling it grow hard beneath my tongue as I felt my own arousal grow, knowing that my own was the same. Using just the tip of my tongue I licked slowly up each side of her clit, not giving her any direct stimulation, just tasting her silky skin and heat of her, loving the way her hips jerked towards me.

Finally she groaned in frustration, and I knew the sound had to be audible in the other room. Almost in the same instant the door swung open and he was there. At some point in the intervening time he had shed his clothing and he stood in the doorway naked, cock jutting out almost painfully hard away from his body. I could imagine what he saw as he looked upon us; his girlfriend, wet and writhing against the wall of the shower as I knelt, my face buried in her pussy. His groan matched hers, but there was a desperate quality and I knew it was all he could do not to shoot right then and there. I felt a rush at my back as he stepped forward, wasting no time getting into the shower alongside us, and they began to kiss above me with urgent need. I slid my gaze to the side as I continued to lick her, taking in the way he stroked his cock just inches from me, the head livid and dripping with precome.

I reached up and brushed his hand away from his cock just as I finally attacked her clit with my tongue, leaving him hard and without even the touch of his own hand as she exploded with a terrific orgasm, clinging to him as her cries echoed around us. I continued to lick lightly at her as the orgasm subsided and realized that the water hitting us was now nearly freezing, the steam in the bathroom having long ago been sucked out the open door. I sat back on my heels and licked my lips, eyes dark and half lidded as I looked up at the two of them.

“Let’s go into the bedroom. I’m freezing.”

I climbed out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel as she recovered and turned the water off before kissing him and following me out of the shower. He stood there in the shower for a moment, cock still jutting almost comically away from his body, harder and darker than even before. He looked frantic, like he might throw someone down and fuck them right there on the hard, cold floor. Somehow, though, he resisted and followed us out of the bathroom, not even bothering to towel off.

I took her hand, holding my towel in place with the other, and guided her across the room to a bag I had brought with me. Odd, that neither of them had thought to ask why I brought a bag from my hotel room, but were about to find out. I placed the bag on the table near the window and unzipped it, drawing out a pair of soft leather cuffs and a folding spreader bar, the leather ankle cuffs attached to each end. I turned and placed them into her hands with a slow smile.

“Come with me,” I whispered, as I let the towel fall away from my body and moved back to his side. He was standing beside the bed and had assumed an expectant position, his hands resting lightly at the small of his back. I circled around behind him and ran a hand slowly across his buttocks, then tightening my fingers in a hard pinch as I stood on my toes and spoke quietly near his ear.

“Oh, what a good boy. And you did very well before. I think you deserve a reward, hmm? Lie down on the bed.”

I gestured to her and she grinned, seeming very relaxed after our time together in the shower, and came forward with the restraints. He had already climbed onto the bed and was lying quite still, though his body seemed almost to be quivering with the effort, his cock still amazingly hard. I crawled forward onto the bed beside him and took his hands in mine, lifting them above his head and fastening them securely to the headboard with the cuffs as I gestured to her to attach the spreader between his legs. Grabbing a spare pillow, I ordered him to lift his hips and slid it beneath his ass, so that his legs were spread and his cock and balls were completely exposed.

I ran one hand across his chest, pleased with his position, and turned to look at her as she stood at his feet, idly stroking his bare calf. I grinned and continued to pet him as I began to speak.

“I have heard you two talking about his legendary stamina time and time again, and about how hard he comes…and how far he shoots when he does. I think it’s time I saw both in action.”

With kartal escort that, I slid down slightly on the bed and reached out to take her hand, pulling her up onto the mattress across from me, on the other side of his body. Reaching up to curl my fingers in her damp hair, I pulled her mouth toward mine and again kissed her, this time our bodies meeting above his as he was forced to look up at us. He whimpered pleadingly and arched his hips, watching us with desperate eyes as we parted.

“Now we’re going to see just how great his stamina is…with both of us licking him,” I turned to him with a very serious, level gaze. “And don’t you dare come.”

I leaned forward and whispered to her, all the while watching his expression, mingled apprehension and excitement, as if he feared us and wanted us at the same time. It made me tingle all over to see that look in his eye. Then she slipped down beneath his legs, held so far apart by the bar, and began to lick and rub his balls in a languid, excruciatingly pleasureable massage. I watched for a moment and then leaned down to grasp his rigid cock in my hand, beginning my own assault with my tongue. I licked my way up his shaft and began to run my tongue around the head while she mouthed and licked at his balls. He moaned and writhed as well as he could, gasping and pleading in the most delicious way. I actually think he was exaggerating until she licked one finger, sliding it into his ass and starting to langorously fuck him. Then his pleading turned into outright begging and he turned his head back and forth against the bed as we worked him over. He was shivering and sweating with the effort not to come and I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his balls drawing tight beneath her mouth. Even stamina like his couldn’t stand up to this kind of treatment.

When I pulled my mouth off of his cock it was like steel, the head swollen and dark with need, and he had finally shut his eyes and leaned his head back, unable to withstand the double stimulation of our touch and the sight of us on his body. I called her off and she looked up at me as she gave his balls a last swipe with her tongue, still fucking him idly with her fingers. I chuckled, giving a little shake of my head, and she reluctantly drew her hand away from him.

I straddled his body and crawled up until I could look down into his eyes, smiling as he hesitantly opened them and looked up at me.

“What a good boy you were. I’ll bet you don’t give a good God damn about how long you last right this second, do you?” I stroked his hair away from his temple as I spoke. He licked his lips and had to try twice before he could speak.

“No, Miss. Please, may I come, Miss? Please?”

“No, not yet,” I said as I just smile and shook my head. I slipped off of him and nodded to her as I went to my bag again, hunting for my next surprise item as she moved to release him from his restraints.

By the time I turned around to them again, he had sat up on the bed behind me and they had begun to kiss again. He was moaning into her mouth, but not pleading with her, and the soft touches she used on his chest and stomach never strayed near his aching cock. I held the item from the bag behind my back as I headed back to the bed, and both of them were so engrossed in each other that they hardly noticed me approaching. I cleared my throat softly and she looked up with a grin, but his eyes met mine with need and I could read the silent plea for release.

“I think he’s done well…and deserves a release now,” I saw him relax visibly and I chuckled, shaking my head, “But it’s not so easy. You won’t come until I tell you. If you do, I promise you that she and I are going to tie you to the bed and fuck each other all night long while you watch and you won’t get to so much as have your cock touched. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Miss,” he whispered, nodding slowly, almost as if he thought he was agreeing to stakes he might not win. She sat beside him with a smile, eyes thoughtful, and I could tell she almost hoped he would lose.

“Good. Because we are both going to come before you do. And it’s not going to be easy for you, ” as I spoke I pulled the item from behind my back. It was a small, but thick rubber anal plug that rest easily on the palm of my hand. Nothing particularly impressive, but I saw his eyes widen as I flicked it on with my fingertip and it began to buzz softly against my hand. Her eyes lit up and she grinned, moving to run her fingertip across the rubber, feeling the jolt of the powerful little vibrations all the way from her finger into her hand. She leaned in against him and began to whisper into his ear too low for me to hear, but his eyes closed on a look of helplessness and yearning.

I leaned in to speak quietly to her and she broke off her own whispering to listen, nodding and crawling back onto the bed. She moved onto her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, turning to him with a sweet smile as she gave a lazy rotation of her hips, causing her ass to sway invitingly. I took his hand in mine and pulled him to his feet, guiding him to the end of the bed where he could see her open and wet, ass raised high. I grasped his cock and ran the head of it slowly along her pussy and he groaned, struggling against the urge to thrust forward.

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Scandalous Schoolgirl

Chapter 6

The next morning was the end of the weekend, and their time was up, but neither was ready to end their time together. When she thought about it, Natalia sat down and began to cry. Joseph knew how he felt about this incredibly gorgeous woman. As beautiful as she was, she touched him many other ways. No other woman had made him feel the way she did. Was it unbridled lust, obsession or true love?

Joseph had many women and with his money there never seemed to be a shortage of women ready to get in his life. But Natalia was different, yes, he couldn’t keep his hands off her scintillating, impassioned body, but it went deeper than that. He loved talking or just snuggling with her and last night’s walk was something he would always remember. He needed more time with her to figure this out.

Joseph sat in front of her and began, “Natalia, I don’t want to be apart from you and I want you to stay here. I know you will be beginning your studies in a few weeks. How about you live here with me, and I pay all your schooling and living costs?”

Joseph watched for her reaction, and she seemed torn. He continued, “You can have everything you want, and I can still have my beautiful sub. Sounds like a great deal … right?”

Natalia began to cry again and between sobs said, “It is a great deal, but what about my apartment, my parents and all my friends? I can’t leave them behind. I love you and want to be with you, but it is so sudden and fast. I don’t want to make a wrong choice and ruin what we have. I just don’t know.”

Joseph steepled his hands and looked Natalia in the eyesas he responded, “Then let’s try being master and sub for a while. You can live here, go to university and we can find out where we go from here.”

Natalia stared at him, searching his eyes for deception and found none. “I love what we are together, your smart witty conversations and I love your sexual domination. I want more, but I am afraid that we will destroy what we have. Okay, I will stay and let’s take it a week at a time and see where we go from here.’

Joseph pulled her into his lap, and they snuggled just before he stood with her in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He softly and lovingly made love to her and despite the heaping load of orgasms she craved more kinky sexual play. This is what she was afraid of. She loved the exhibitionism, the bondage, the teasing, the torment and she loved her masterful lover.

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Four days later, Joseph parked his car in the circular drive and sat in his car. Work had been a bear and he needed time to decompress, maybe with his sub. He was ready to explode and then Natalia came out the door dressed in an unbelievably sexy dress. It had a cleavage revealing neckline that exposed her front to her navel and showed lots of her buoyant breasts. The bottom of the dress barely covered her ass, leaving her gorgeous long legs bare and available. There were hints of her ass cheeks peeking out under the dress’s hem.

Joseph jumped out of the car and stalked towards his sub screaming, “What the hell are you doing and where are you going?”

Natalia quivered inside as her master stalked towards her and she knew her plan was going to work. “I’m going clubbing with friends. I’ll be back in a little while.” She started walking towards her car, casting side glances at her master.

Joseph quickly turned grabbing the arm of his stunningly bejeweled sub, lifted her off the ground and swung her over his shoulder. She screamed loudly and fought his abduction, beating her fists on his back and kicking her legs wildly as he carried her back into the house. With Natalia over his shoulder, Joseph never saw the victory smile on her face. He kicked the door shut with his foot and stalked into the living room. Joseph sat down in a straight back chair, deftly flipping her into his arms and then he laid Natalia over his lap.

Natalia began screaming the minute her master grabbed her arm, but she went wild as flipped her over his shoulder and stalked back to the house. Inside she was purring as her master took her like a caveman claiming his mate. ataşehir escort He had always been a great lover, but she wanted more and wanted him to be more aggressive. Still, she couldn’t let him know that this was what she really wanted and had to stay in character. She screamed, “Let me go! You can’t stop me from going out! Let me go … I’ll kill you, you fucker!”

When Joseph draped her over his lap and pulled her miniscule dress over her succulent ass, she knew what was coming. He had never spanked her but had promised several times to do just that if she didn’t stop being bratty. She fought and squirmed, twisting her exposed bottom to keep out of range of his hand. She screamed, “Don’t you dare touch me! If you spank me, I will leave, and you will never see me again!”

It was at that moment that Joseph’s hand landed hard on Natalia’s bare ass cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on her left ass cheek. Natalia screamed, “OOOOOWWWWW! STOP …. STOP. I didn’t mean it. I won’t leave. I’ll be good and won’t go out!”

Joseph watched Natalia’s gorgeous ass wiggle and squirm, but he had to admit her ass was beautiful and it looked even better with his handprint glowing on her cheek. He gave her another hard swat, leaving a red handprint on the other cheek. The muscles of her ass tightened and rippled leaving an incredibly erotic sight. He caressed her ass seductively, dipping between her thighs to caress her very wet thong covered pussy, and he smiled to himself.

Natalia squirmed her heated ass and despite her mortification at being spanked by her master, she was really turned-on by his aggressive domination. His caresses on her inflamed ass were soft and erotic. This whole scenario played into one of her fantasies of being taken by an aggressive and domineering lover, she always hoped Joseph would be her caveman as well as her master. She gave a devious smile, lifted her ass a little higher and wheedled, “I don’t have to stay at the club for very long.”

Just as she finished, Joseph’s hand landed hard on her already inflamed ass and she jumped as she screamed, “OOOWWWW, Not so hard … Master.”

Joseph knew that she was trying to manipulate the situation, but still it sounded good to have her really being his sub and call him master. He decided to push back and after leaving another bright red handprint on her ass he chided, “I don’t think you really mean what you said when you called me master. If you did stand up, strip off your dress and any underwear and then lay down back on my lap, I might believe you.” After saying all of that, he gave her two quick pops, one on each cheek.

The minute his arm released her she jumped up and unzipped her dress. Her tears had caused mascara to run down her cheek and she was bouncing from one foot to another with the pain coursing through her heated ass. Then suddenly a mischievous grin appeared on her face, and she slowly began a strip tease holding the dress in front of her as she slipped her arms out of the dress. Natalia wanted him to take her, fuck her, and send her into the erotic stratosphere and a good tease would entice him to do just that.

Joseph knew what she was doing and the minute her arms were free of the dress, he stood and yanked the dress down her delicious form leaving her in only her thong. The surprised look on her face was priceless and looked stunned with Joseph’s aggressive demeanor. Joseph grabbed her, caressing her silky soft skin with his rough hands as he wrapped her in a bear hug and growled, “You are mine and you will obey all my commands. Now, kneel next to my chair.”

Natalia had a stunned look on her face as she sank to her knees, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. He had been so busy with work that they hadn’t made love in three days, and she was horny and wanted him to take her. She felt her insides going gooey and her womanly parts getting very wet. Her nipples hardened and her sexual core quivered with anticipation of what was to come. Her plan had worked.

He squatted beside her and gently trailed his fingers down her cheek, her neck and across her shoulders. A slow, sensual, and erotic caress sent goosebumps all over her skin. His fingers did not stop there as they traveled over her chest and down to the exposed hillocks of her breasts. His fingers lingered, dancing over her breasts, teasing until her breaths came in heavy excited gasps. Her hard-pretentious nipples sat up and begged for attention only to be denied as Joseph stood ogling but not touching her exposed heavy swollen breasts.

Natalia felt Joseph’s eyes caressing her breasts and the blistering passion made it hard to breathe. Natalia had gone from angry and embarrassed, to compliant, to rattled and impassioned, all in under 5 minutes. Now she was kneeling next to Joseph, naked, panting excitedly, yearning to feel his hands on her skin again. He had done it to her, taken her desires and twisted them into knots, until her only reprieve was surrendering mecidiyeköy escort to him.

Natalia desperately needed Joseph to fuck her and end this wonderful torture. All she could think about was Joseph’s hands and lips teasing her until she exploded in a magnificent shower of fireworks. For most of the day she dreamt of him taking her, however and whenever he wanted. It had come to this and kneeling topless in front of him she was almost insane with desire.

Joseph looked at her beautiful form kneeling next to his chair, and he couldn’t help being proud. She was a beautiful and strong-willed woman, with the courage of a warrior. Her open expressive eyes made her look almost elf-like in her graceful and delicate beauty. However, her innocent softness made her look more like an angel. He watched her hard-passionate breaths heave her full supple breasts from side to side in a viciously tempting show. He watched the muscles in her arms, legs and belly squirm and ripple trying to contain her inner fire

Joseph squatted behind her back and almost reverently, he gathered her long hair letting it cascade down her back. He trailed the back of his fingers over her shoulders and down her sides, watching goosebumps erupt in their wake. His fingers freely roamed over her soft silky skin, discovering places that made her gasp and others that made her moan erotically.

Natalia had lost the ability to think rationally as his fingers continued their soft erotic torture. Finally, she couldn’t take any more and twisted her body so that she could kiss Joseph, inciting him to take her. However, before her lips could close on his, he had backed away and he was standing with a scowl on his face. He never said a word, but the message was clear. He was in charge, and he would determine the course of this night.

She stared at his hard, rugged, determined body, and his demanding look only stoked the fire inside her. Here was a man she couldn’t bargain with; he wouldn’t fall for tricks or her prideful lies. He would take her when and where he wanted, but only after she had given herself to him. He was strong, powerful and determined, yet at the same time he was gentle, insightful and deeply passionate. She could only follow his lead, but in her gut, she knew this would be a night like no other.

As she returned to her kneeling position, he once again knelt behind her and began running his hands across her skin. He was determined to begin finding her secrets with his hands trailing erotic fire wherever they went. Finally, his arms wrapped around her as his hands were filled with her breasts. He tenderly hefted her breasts feeling their full, firm weight in his hands. His fingers gently caressed her breast flesh with his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipples. Instinctively, Natalia arched her back in a primal plea for more. Her frenzied whimpers turned to moans of need as his fingers answered her plea for more.

Natalia felt Joseph’s hot breath travel up her neck until it reached her ear, “You will find that sometimes not being in control frees you to feel the world around you. When you release the prideful bridle that harnesses you, your heart can finally feel intensely and love fiercely. With your mind finally free, your body’s passion will at last blossom like a seedling reaching for the sun.”

Joseph nibbled back down her neck with his lips feeling the pounding of her heart through her distended veins. He raked his teeth down her neck and sucked her swollen veins into his mouth. Natalia gasped a whimpering scream as his mouth and fingers joined in creating incendiary tremors deep in her core. Just as suddenly, his fingers and lips were gone.

Natalia’s eyes were glazed over as her body barreled towards an unstoppable finish. Joyfully, her climactic goal was finally in sight when everything stopped, “NO, DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE OFF THIS! FINISH ME PLEASE!”

Joseph looked at Natalia with a frown, but Natalia missed the look on his face. She jumped up from her knees and stood shifting from one foot to the other adding stimulation to her already throbbing clit and nipples. Joseph couldn’t let this lesson go to waste, so he sat in one of the chairs and jerked Natalia off her feet draping her over his lap. After several forceful tugs succeeded in ripping off her thong. She had nothing underneath and her delectable firm, muscled ass was exposed to his ravenous gaze.

Natalia was screaming, wriggling, and pounding with her fists trying to get away, because now she knew what was coming. He quickly tied her hands behind her with his tie. With one hand, Joseph held her firmly on his lap and with his other hand, he proceeded to rain hard swats on her unprotected tush. Nothing was protecting her modesty or her skin and as she fought him, the rippling muscles of her back knotted showing her athletic form. Very quickly, red handprints began appearing on both cheeks of her luscious ass. Her hips maltepe escort twisted as she fought him, but Joseph thought his red handprints on her squirming ass cheeks were dramatically sexy.

Natalia was startled when he pulled her over on his lap again, then again when ripped off her thong and began to rain hard whacks on her ass cheeks. He spanked her hard and she yelped as her ass quickly turned cherry red. She was humiliated, embarrassed, and fought hard to get away, trying to maintain her dignity. She stubbornly refused to let her tears fall, beg for mercy, or cry out with the pain she was feeling.

Natalia had never had anyone spank her, but she loved when he manhandled her like this. It was primally erotic and she realized the power and strength he had, while at the same time she felt powerless to stop him. Inside she felt a primitive mating ritual. He was claiming his woman, while she fought him and made him earn her compliance. Part of her twisted to get away, but another part of her squirming was evidence that she craved his dominance of her. His primal manhandling of her had her insides hotter than a firecracker.

He told her that he was going to punish her for any misbehavior. She hadn’t imagined it would be something like this. For a moment, she felt like a little girl bent over her father’s knee, but there’s something much more erotic here. He was spanking her hard and there was fiery pain, but her thoughts slowed as her senses heightened. After the first four swats, he stopped and lovingly caressed the soft skin of her glowing ass cheeks.

His caresses were loving and respectful and became very sensual. From harsh pain to loving caresses turned off her mind like a switch and she could only feel. Then he began the spanking again with hard swats first on one cheek then the other. Tears began to fall, and Natalia began to moan, as her whole world seemed to revolve around that hand smacking her tush. The pain was sharp and intense with each swat and seemed to reverberate through her body. In the midst of all the painful humiliation, a sudden reversal occurred. Suddenly her mind clouded over, and each swat felt deliciously, but painfully erotic.

Her unfettered breasts were swinging wildly with each blow. Her turgid nipples were sending jolts of erotic fire throughout her body as they continuously scraped against his jeans. The pain, the shame, the exposure, and her desperately needy pussy all served to make her squirm in his lap. With pain and pleasure comingling, with her writhing on his lap she was hoping to gain the release she hungered after.

Joseph saw her erotic squirming and could see it for what it was … delirious desire. He wrapped the arm that was pinning her, around her waist and underneath her. His hand slid down her belly till it was nestled between her thighs. Joseph cuddled her clit between two of his fingers and wiggled them back and forth. Then he repositioned one of his knees underneath her clit. Now Natalia was squirming harder in his lap. Was it pain or pleasure? It was both, complementing each other, giving her feelings that pushed her way past anything she had ever felt. The next swat on her tush was hard and her hips automatically recoiled trying to get away from the pain.

When she flinched from his swat, her clit smashed onto his knee creating a delicious erotic explosion that reverberated through her body. For Natalia everything got better and worse at the same time. Each swat on her ass sent a high voltage jolt that went straight through her throbbing clit, spreading ecstasy throughout her body. The pain in her ass was resulting in explosions of pleasure throughout her body and it was very confusing. Her scream of pain came out sounding like a scream of pleasure. She released her stubborn struggle, accepting his control and discipline. Pain and pleasure merged into blasts of utopian ecstasy.

Pain … Pleasure … Pain … Pleasure. She felt like her head was going to explode as every swat on her ass also blasted through her clit, sent showers of sparks through her mind and wriggling body. The intensity had her gasping for breath and all the fight left her as Joseph took the control of her body away from her. She had fought him, but he had shown her feelings, caring and emotions that sent her soaring. Her screams of pain turned into confused screams of pleasure and pain.

“Oh please, Joseph, I’ll be good, oh God, I’m going to explode … cum … Oh God … please Master, Please.”

Joseph gave her two more swats and he watched knowingly as her clit smashed into his knee and she shattered explosively, contorting in blissful agony on his lap. Watching Natalia tremble and quiver as her climax ripped through her body, he stared at her unrestrained body as she tried to regain control. She had never felt this before and reveled in these feelings, never wanting them to stop. She had never been punished like this, it was new, carnal and she loved it.

For Joseph, her uninhibited passion rippling through her body was very erotic. He nudged her legs apart, gave her swats directly on her pussy, with his knee crushing her clit and she exploded again. This time her belly knotted, and her legs quivered and shook uncontrollably as she gave in to the elation.

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The Beautiful Disaster that is Cobalt

The music track for this work is Go the Distance by Peyton

The young warrior lays in bed. Sleep isn’t coming easily – not the night before the most important day of her life. Deciding that sleep will be next to impossible, the girl known as Cobalt slides her hand down her panties.

Slowly she begins rubbing herself in small, circular motions over her entire pussy, feeling the wetness grow between her legs letting little mewling sound escape her lips. Thoughts of who her Aibo will be dance around her head. Cobalt, never being the best academically, but pretty strong in the physical trials, was middle-of-the-pack overall.

The young woman imagines that a beautiful girl with long, pink hair is between her legs, eating her pussy. It’s Tabitha — a warrior who, just like Cobalt, is about to find out who her Aibo is tomorrow.

Cobalt continues to roll her fingers over her slit. Feeling her wetness grow, she brings her fingers to her lips. She sucks them clean and she returns to fingering herself.

“Oh, Tabatha!”

With her free hand, the athletic girl slips her hand under her shirt, pulling on her nipple. Working her fingers deeper two flowing pieces of material dangle from the sides, both sheer baby-blue. They flow down and around her.

Finally, the boots: simple black leather with blue buckles that match the streaks in her hair. With her outfit complete, Cobalt glances over her appearance in the mirror again.

Pulling the princess in a tight hug, JoJo sniffles a bit. “My little blue devil’s all grown up.”

Cobalt, not shying away, thanks Jo for always having her back – even against her mother.

*********

Sabine is already up when her mother, Elisa Makoto, enters her daughter’s room. The purple-haired girl was already in her ceremonial dress — a very traditional Chinese style.

She finished her makeup to really make her natural purple hair and eyes pop, and then applied some purple lipstick. She wore her medium length hair in a complex braid. Simply put, she was stunning.

Moving in behind her daughter, Elisa says, “I can’t believe it’s your Aibo. It seems like it arrived in an instant. I was taking you to school with your hair in pigtails.”

Sabine, at the mention of pigtails, blushes at a sudden memory. Looking over her makeup and outfit one last time, she says, “I’m ready. Let’s go to the ceremony.”

**********

Lined up with the other graduates to be assigned Aibo, Cobalt glances around.

Nice, the athletic teen thought to herself. Being thirteen of twenty-five isn’t bad. I’m nicely hidden in the middle of the pack.

Suddenly, Cobalt’s feelings of contentment are smashed into infinitesimal shards. The voice of her mother, Queen Freyja Kodachi, booms over the PA.

In the barest of whispers, Coblat utters, “Shit!” The young warrior knows this is not going to be good for her.

The regal voice of the Queen fills the air. “Well, it’s Aibo time, and being Queen has its benefits. Now, if my daughter would join me onstage.”

The twelve women in front of her turn with very unfriendly looks to the princess. Holding her head high, she walks with the confidence of royalty as the Princess of the Kodachi, joining her mother on stage.

“Now that my daughter has joined me, we will be doing her Aibo first. And, as Queen, I’ve personally selected this pair. Sabine Makoto it’s an observation tower, and the tallest structure on the island. The walk does little to brighten the somber, black-and-blue-haired princess’s mood.

Having reached the top of the tower, she sits on her perch, listening to music kadıköy escort and drinking wine.

She cues up ‘What Would You Do’ by Seether.

Gotta find a better way to quit the cigarettes

Gotta drink another drink until I can forget

Gotta find a way to feel like I’m myself

Woah

With the whiskey came the things that I do regret

(Erodes my body, breaks my body down) And I know there were things I should not have said

I believe you’ve already got them written down

Woah

When the world around me can feel so rotten

I am sorry for making you feel so low

Never gonna lose these feelings I regret

Always gonna be the same old tired shit

What would you do?

What would you do?

Looking around for Cobalt, the purple-haired woman can’t seem to locate her. With great annoyance, the newly-appointed Duchess of Kodachi is looking for her princess. Finally, she bumps into Queen Freyja.

With a graceful bow, she says, “My Queen, I seem to have lost track of your daughter. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is?”

The Queen smirks, thinking that she knows her daughter all too well. She assumes she’s slipped away from the festivities already. “Walk with me, Sabine. I would like to converse with you.” She motions for Sabine to follow her.

Walking with the Queen, Sabine can’t help but notice that she’s tall – easily 6 feet.. Her long hair was in a queen’s braid that went all the way down to her perfect apple bottom. The dark blue streaks in hair would be mistaken for black if they didn’t shimmer in the light.

The Queen’s shoulder pads are adorned with the family crest. The royal markings that signify her station are wings, artfully blended into the rest of the images. The armor is otherwise an exact match for the suit that Cobalt is wearing, but the Queen also wears a cape that’s the same color as her streaks.

Freyja is the kind of beauty that Helen of Troy must have been. Her golden eyes topped everything else; they were either breathtaking and or unnerving, depending on how she decided to use them.

Walking down the path, the queen began speaking, “I saw the look of disappointment when your name was spoken as being Aibo with my daughter.”

Nervously, Sabine replies, “Not at all, my Queen. I had just studied the previous Aibo celebrations and deduced that I’d be paired with Madilina, Since Maddy and I are both at the top of the class.”

Never one for drawing things out, the Queen hands Sabine a tablet with her grades, Madilina’s grades, and then two sets of grades for Cobalt.

With some confusion, Sabine asks, “Okay I get mine & Madilina’s, but why does Cobalt have two sets?”

With a genuine smile, Freyja replies, “Great question! Why does my daughter have two scores? One is from the tests she took before the actual exam. The other is for what she put on the exam that got officially recorded. Now, why would she purposely score less than her best?”

The Queen’s frustration with her daughter’s lack of ambition is a source of consternation between the two. Freyja barely hides it while talking with Sabine.

“My lovely daughter, as beautiful as she is smart, has no desire for the throne, or any other responsibility for that matter. But she’s a warrior at her heart, and she couldn’t not know what her true ranking was. Now you know, too. She outscored Madilina by fifteen points, so technically, Cobalt is really first in class. We’ve known for months, and that’s why all the pairings went off so easily after the major change.”

Smiling ear to ear, Sabine asks, “you wouldn’t know where the Princess mecidiyeköy escort of Cats ran off to?”

Quizzically the Queen questions, “‘Princess of Cats,’ huh?”

Quickly realizing her faux pax, Sabine says, “I’m sorry, it’s the name everyone calls her when she’s not around.”

Shaking her head, the Queen asks, “So what did my daughter do to earn this nickname?”

With a little smile, Sabine replies, “‘This’ implies that she has others. But it’s because she’s so graceful, like a cat, and, even when she gets knocked down, she always lands on her feet.”

With a smile, Freyja says, “I’ll tell you what her caretaker’s nickname for her is: ‘little blue devil,’ or ‘blue devil’ as she grew older. Do cats like heights and seclusion? Do devils? I think they both do. Take this.” The Queen hands Sabine a bottle of wine, then turns and heads back into the raucous celebration. Sabine smiles.

Lucky, after all.

*********

Leaving behind a placated young warrior, the Queen is approached by her personal Enjo, who dutifully takes the tablet. “Did she believe the story, my Queen?”

With confidence the Queen replies, “Of course she believes my slacker daughter is the best I’m the Queen, after all.”

With hesitation in her voice, the Enjo replies, “Is lying to the young Sabine the best move here, my lady?”

With a heavy sigh, the Queen responds, “It’s the only move. We will speak of this no more.”

*********

With her head spinning with the revelation that Cobalt was actually the best, like she was, Sabine had a new vigor about her to find the wayward Princess of Cats.

Lost in thought and drink, Cobalt hadn’t been paying enough attention to her surroundings to notice she had company now.

Taking a seat next to the Princess, Sabine finally speaks. “That’s some view.”

With another drink of wine Cobalt replies, “Yeah, it’s really beautiful up here.”

Setting down the fresh bottle between the two of them, Sabine asks, “So why did you disappear at the party?”

Cobalt hasn’t stopped two things: drinking and looking out at the horizon. She replies, “What you call ‘disappeared’ I call a tactical withdrawal. I had been looking forward to tonight ’til her majesty pulled that shit at the ceremony. Besides, you looked like you were having fun. I didn’t want to ruin the rest of your night, reminding you you’re now Aibo with a fuck up.”

Cobalt tips the wine bottle back for the last time, then tosses it away.

Popping the cork on the fresh bottle, Sabine takes a swig with a small sigh. “No, I wasn’t thrilled to be paired with the Princess of Cats, but after we did the ceremony of the blood kiss, that all changed for me. I felt your passion and your lust for life. I think you’ll make every day an adventure.”

Passing the bottle to Cobalt, Sabine takes a moment to brush the Princess’s hair behind her ear. Taking her chin in her fingers, she kisses the slender lips of this enigmatic woman. Sliding her tongue past the Princess’s lips, Sabine begins to gently message Cobalt’s tongue with her own.

Breaking the kiss, Sabine pulls her dress off, letting it fall to the floor. She gets up and dances around the entranced Princess with a few simple moves. She removes her bra and panties, tossing them at Cobalt with a giggle.

Standing nude in the moonlight, her purple hair framing her slender face and full lips, Sabine’s matching eyes sparkle against the stars.

The reluctant Princess smiles at the sight before her. “You didn’t bring a can opener did you? ‘Cause I’m gonna need a hand getting out of this.”

Sauntering over, Sabine begins assisting ümraniye escort the Princess out of her armor, first removing the shoulder pads, setting them down gently on the floor. Next, she removes the skirt, feeling the soft leather in her hands. It has that distinctive smell, and the metalworking and lathering are master quality. She folds it, setting it down by the shoulder pads.

Running her hands over the breastplate, she says, “This work is amazing. The detailing on the armor is exquisite. Will a suit like this be made for me?”

With a little smirk, Cobalt replies, “If you want, but to be honest, the armor is heavy and hot as hell.” She leans in to kiss Sabine’s full, pouty lips, rolling her tongue around in the purple punk girl’s mouth.

Cobalt, thanks to Sabine’s help, is now down to her boots and bodysuit. Quickly removing the last of her clothing, she begins caressing Sabine’s petite body. She notices that giving the purple-haired girl’s ass some special attention makes small, cute moans and gasps escape from her throat..

The future Queen of the Kodachi lowers her mouth, taking one of Sabine’s puffy nipples into it. She rolls her tongue gently around the tip, suckling it. She simultaneously tugging the other one while Sabine cradles her head.

The spunky girl with purple eyes begins nibbling on her partner’s neck, licking and kissing her way up to the Princess of Cats’ ears. The Princess groans, letting a fittingly cat-like mewl escape her lips. Sabine then runs her tongue back down Cobalt’s neck, then down to her chest, taking her nipple into her mouth. She teases it while her hand wanders down even farther, to the black-and-blue-haired girl’s wet, wanting pussy.

Sabine feels that wetness grow from her gentle teasing and rubbing. Biting her lip, the purple eyed girl, says coyly, “My, you’re getting excited quickly. Are you enjoying my touch?”

Cobalt gasps, “Yes yes so good Sabine so good.”

With growing confidence, Sabine now applies more pressure, sliding her hand over the princess’s now-dripping snatch. Slowly, with a wicked little grin, Sabine lowers herself to her knees as she cups Cobalt’s firm and supple ass. She pulls Cobalt’s pussy to her mouth as the black-and-blue-haired warrior spreads her legs. Cobalt leans forward, grinding against Sabine’s face as she supports herself by gripping the railing.

While working her tongue and tracing around Cobalt’s inner labia, Sabine likes to mix up the sensation by giving little bites to the outer labia. The combination of these two opposite sensations is turning Cobalt’s poor, alcohol-addled mind to Jello. She’s becoming even more vocal.

The purple-haired devil is unrelenting in her assault on Cobalt’s defenseless pussy. Taking the opportunity to further drive Cobalt’s sex into overdrive, she slides a finger deep into her love hole, making her mewl again.

Sniggering, Sabine taunts the young warrior, “That’s an awful cute sound you’re making, Princess.”

Cobalt’s cheeks flush red as she tips her head back and moans up to the full moon. Sweat glistening off her modest boobs, the Princess begins pulling her nipples, as she has on many a lonely night when she’s had to resort to self-love.

Undeterred in her current assault on her new partner’s pussy, the top-of-her-class girl licks and slides a second finger in deeply. She encounters virtually no resistance. The Princess’s pure pleasure juice has started dripping down her own legs.

Feeling Cobalt’s impending orgasm building, Sabine decide’s it’s time to use her talented tongue. She finally wraps her her lips around Cobalt’s engorged clit.

Surprised, Cobalt lets out, “OH FUCK!”

Running her fingers through the purple hair of the beauty lapping at her pussy, she babbles, “Oh fuck Sabine oh fuck Sabine oh fuck.” Grabbing the rails to steady her quivering legs, her orgasm crashes into Sabine’s awaiting mouth.

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